#naked and brooding

[bird-inacage]

The Heart Killers EP7 | Brooding Kant

Blah, blah, blah, something something plot, blah, blah.

I was so incredibly on edge this entire episode, but when these scenes came up, I effectively blacked out by how fine this man was looking.

[izzylimon]

I don´t know about you

But I don´t like living in a world where David Lynch and David Cronenberg struggle to find financing and distribution for their relatively small projects, even though they both have a dedicated and fervent fanbase and Eli Fucking Roth gets $120 million dollars to butcher and make a box office disaster out of "Borderlands".

[radioactive-yuri]

really, we all should have seen the mgsv ending plot twist coming. after all, through the entire game, v never once eats a tree frog.

[dawntread]

when you come to take my soul, take it, take it far away

[justmaghookit]

I really love the MHW and FFXIV crossover where you get to fight Behemoth in MH and Rathalos in FF but also I think it would have been really really funny if the event quest had you going up against Nidhogg.

Heavensward would have been over in 24 hours if the hunter was there.

[frnkiebby]

happy day twenty seven of halloween~🎃

[halfxspider]

Me waiting for the Blu-Ray of ATSV to come out so I can both buy it and icon Miguel from it

[toyourliking]

cronenberg double feature let's goooooo

[yurizq]

ෆ Choso doesn’t feel jealousy like most men do.

He doesn’t brood in corners. Doesn’t start fights. He just goes… still.

So when he sees that guy lean too close to you—when he watches that hand rest a little too long on your lower back—he doesn’t make a scene. Doesn’t even flinch.

He just looks.

Like he’s watching someone make a clerical error. Like he’s going to fix it with a red pen and a cold stare. And that’s when he calls Yuji.

“Someone was touching her.” “What do I do about it?”

Yuji, ever the chaos goblin, laughs into the phone.

“You fuck her.”

Choso’s quiet. “That’s… the fix?”

“You fuck her until she forgets other people exist. That’s the fix.”

Choso files it away. Doesn’t even question it. If it keeps someone else’s hands off you? He’ll do it.

Even if he doesn’t realize yet that his cock is fucking lethal.

You show up to his place smiling, cute, babbling about your day. Clueless.

He doesn’t say much. Just sits you on his lap, stares down at you like you’ve disappointed him, but he still loves you anyway.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" you ask, tilting your head.

His hand slides between your thighs.

"You let someone else touch you," he says, soft but dark. “So now I have to fix it.”

You blink. “…What?”

He stands, still holding your wrist. Pulls you to the bedroom. Quiet. No emotion in his face—like he’s about to clock in for work.

And when he gets you naked? He spreads you on the mattress and stares for a full minute like he’s memorizing the shape of you.

"You forgot you were mine," he says finally.

And then he spits in his hand and strokes his cock—long, heavy, thick, flushed dark at the tip like he's been hard since the moment that guy touched you.

Your mouth falls open. "Choso—what the hell—"

"You let someone else look at you like you’re free use," he mutters, climbing over you, "so now I have to remind you you’re not."

You gasp as he presses in—slow, too slow for how big he is, making your eyes roll back before you’ve even taken half.

"You’re mine," he says again, almost gentle, even as his hands grip your thighs hard enough to bruise.

“Choso—it’s too—fuck—”

He doesn’t listen. Just keeps pushing in until you’re full—stuffed, stretched around him, dripping down your thighs from the stretch.

"You’ll take it," he mutters. “You’ll take all of me, because no one else gets to.”

And then he starts fucking you.

It's rough.

Choso doesn’t just thrust—he drives into you like he’s staking a claim. Big hands keeping you open, letting you feel everything as his cock drags along your walls, thick and veiny and so deep it punches the breath from your lungs.

"You don’t need anyone else to make you feel good,” he growls in your ear. “This pussy’s mine. Say it.”

You choke on a moan. “It’s yours—fuck—yours, yours, yours—”

He grunts, pace getting faster. "That’s right. Only I fuck you like this. Only I can stretch you out this good."

You’re gone. Head thrown back, drooling, gasping with every deep thrust as his cock hits that devastating spot inside you again and again.

“You think that guy could’ve made you cum like this?” he snarls, grabbing your jaw and making you look at him.

You shake your head, dizzy. “N-No—only you—fuck, please—please don’t stop—”

And he doesn’t.

He flips you, face down, fucks you from behind with his hand in your hair, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room like a punishment. Like every thrust is a reminder:

You’re. Not. Going. Anywhere.

You scream when you cum—back arching, clenching down so hard he groans your name through gritted teeth.

“Good girl,” he pants. “You’re mine now. No more mistakes.”

And then he pulls out just to cum on your lower back, spreading it with two fingers before pushing back into you again.

“Didn’t say I was done correcting you.”

[rafayelxsylusho]

Sorry, Have another request for the LADS boys. Their reaction to the reader doing the walking in naked challenge on them plz

🍑Walking in naked challenge with the LADS men.🍑

I had a lot of fun with this one. I hope you like it! ❤️❤️

Headers: @bc.lay on Tik Tok

TW:Smut

He's burning something again.

The scent of burnt food wafts through the apartment, a not so subtle reminder of Xavier's culinary ineptitude. You've had enough of the silence stretched between you, the unspoken tension from your argument still lingering in the air. His stubbornness is infuriating, but you know pushing the issue now would only lead to another fight.

The scent lingers as you push open the bedroom door, a silent protest against Xavier's kitchen misadventures. You shrug off your clothes with practiced ease, leaving them in a discard pile on the floor, a small act of rebellion against his brooding silence.

It's just a silly prank.

A smirk tugs at your lips as you decide to leave the necklace on, the chain draping down the valley between your breasts. You know how much Xavier loves seeing you wear it. How his eyes linger on the way it rests between your breasts.

He's not the only stubborn one around here

You slip out of the bedroom. The smell of burnt food grows stronger with each step, but you hardly notice it anymore. Your focus is solely on the figure hunched over the stove, trying to salvage whatever he's attempting to pass off as dinner.

He's going to kill himself cooking at this rate, you muse, shaking your head. But he's so damn cute when he's being incompetent.

You lean against the doorframe, crossing your arms under your breasts as you watch him. You wait for him to notice, wanting to see the look on his face when he realizes you're here.

You push off the doorframe and take a step closer to him, enjoying the way his shoulders stiffen as he senses your approach.

He's trying to ignore me now, but he can't resist looking for long.

"You know, at this rate, you're going to burn the whole building down," you point out, your voice dripping with false concern. "We should just order a pizza. Or maybe get takeout. Anything but...this."

You gesture vaguely at the smoking pan, the burned remnants sizzling and popping angrily.

He's still not saying anything. Good.

You sidle up beside him, close enough to feel the heat radiating off his body.

He's trying so hard to focus on the pan, on not giving me the satisfaction of a reaction. But I know better.

You lean in closer, letting your lips brush against the shell of his ear as you whisper, "Unless...you wanted an excuse to get out of cooking altogether?"

There. Now he can't ignore me.

As you turn away, you can feel Xavier's gaze burning into your back, tracing the curves of your figure. You know exactly what he's looking at, what part of you has always drawn his attention like a magnet. You lift your hand in a casual wave, calling out over your shoulder,

"I'm gonna order something. I think we've had enough of...this." You punctuate your words with a nod towards the smoking pan.

You take your time walking out of the kitchen, putting an extra sway in your step. You disappear around the corner, leaving him to his burning culinary disaster. As you walk away, you can't help but grin to yourself, knowing that you've gotten under his skin.

And then he is following you.

You walk to the dinner table and grab your phone to place your order, bending slightly at the waist, you lean over the table, phone pressed to your ear. Your heart races as you feel Xavier's presence growing closer, his footsteps echoing behind you.

Just as the person on the other line greets you, ready to take your order, you begin to straighten up. But before you can fully upright yourself, you feel his hands gripping your hips, pulling you back down.

You gasp, the phone nearly slipping from your hand as he bends you over the table, your breasts pressing against the cool surface. His grip tightens, fingers digging into your ass as he holds you in place.

You can feel his hips pressing against your backside, the hard, thick length of him nestling between your ass cheeks as he leans over you. His breath is hot against the back of your neck, his lips brushing against your skin as he speaks.

"I think you're forgetting something," he murmurs "You don't get to prank me and then walk away that easily."

You swallow hard, trying to focus on the voice on the other end of the line as they prompt you for your order. But it's nearly impossible to concentrate with Xavier looming over you. You feel his hands leave your hips, and you start to straighten up, relief washing over you.

But your relief is short lived. In an instant, he's slamming you back down against the table. You gasp as you feel his other hand moving to the waistband of his pants.

You bite your lip hard, trying to stifle the moan that threatens to escape as you hear him shoving his pants down.

The person on the other end of the line prompts you again for your order, snapping you out of your lustful daze.

You feel his hard, thick cock spring free, the heat of it searing your skin as he presses it between your ass cheeks.

"A-Ah! I'd like 2 large orders of spicy noodles, please," you emphasize the word "Large" just as you feel him push forward, sinking inside you with a single, deep thrust.

Your back arches, pushing your hips back against his as you feel every hard inch of him stretching you open.

A soft moan escapes your lips, which you quickly try to cover with a cough, hoping the person on the other end of the line will attribute it to a bad connection.

You take a shuddering breath, trying to calm your racing heart as you wait for the person on the line to confirm your order. All the while, you can feel the heat of Xavier's skin against your back, his cock throbbing deep inside you.

As the person on the line reads your order back to you, confirming the details of your large, spicy noodles, you can barely focus on the words. Your entire being is centered on the feeling of Xavier starting to move behind you, his hips pulling back before slamming forward with a newfound intensity.

"Y-Yes," you whisper breathlessly into the phone, the single word drawn out as he pounds into you. Your fingers curl, nails digging into the hard surface as you try to anchor yourself against the force of his thrusts.

"We have your location already, it's the one linked to this phone number right?"

Yes!" you nearly scream into the phone, the word echoing off the walls he lifts your leg higher, your foot flexing in the air. For a moment, you're not sure if your desperate affirmation is for the patient woman on the line or the man relentlessly pounding into you.

"Will that be all miss?"

"Mmm, yes...yes, that's it," you pant into the phone, the words coming out in breathy, broken gasps. "I mean, yes, that's my order! The large spicy noodles!"

Please let her think I'm just really excited about my food order and not the fact that my boyfriend is fucking me silly right now.

"Ok it will be there in 30 min."

"Yes, yes, that's it!" you cry out, slamming your palm against the table as you hang up the phone, too lost in the throes of pleasure to remember basic manners. The phone clatters to the floor.

"Such a good girl, holding back your screams"

"Mmmmfff...ahhh..." you whimper, drool dripping down your chin as you bite your lip hard, trying to stifle the shrieks of pleasure threatening to erupt from your lungs. Your eyes roll back in your head, your toes curling so hard they start to cramp as he fucks you through your climax and straight into another one.

"Fuck, Xavier," you gasp out "You fuck me so good. So fucking good."

His hand slides down your belly, fingers delving through the slick, tangled curls at the apex of your thighs. He finds your clit, swollen and sensitive from your recent orgasm, and he pinches the sensitive nub between his fingers. He rolls it, rubs it, teases it mercilessly as he continues to pound into you from behind.

"Next time you play these little pranks on me, just think again, bunny. The joke might be on you"

You knew Zayne was on an important call, but his stoic demeanor made you wonder if he would ever truly let loose and chase after you like the men in those videos. Still, you had to try your luck.

With a deep breath, you slowly pushed open the heavy door to Zayne's office, the hinges creaking softly as it swung inward. Zayne, engrossed in his call, didn't even glance up as you crept inside.

You knew he could sense your presence, but he simply paused, his brow furrowing slightly as he listened to whoever was on the other end of the line.

You couldn't chicken out now. You had to see this through.

You shiver slightly as the cool air of Zayne's office kisses your bare skin, your nerves on edge as you begin to walk around his spacious workspace. You run your fingers along the spines of the countless medical textbooks lining the shelves, pretending to scan the titles, all while secretly relishing the feeling of Zayne's gaze, now fixed on you.

His eyes, usually so sharp and focused, seem to cloud over with confusion and growing awareness as he takes in your naked body, wandering around his office. You can see the slight clench of his jaw, the minute flinch of his fingers tightening around the receiver of the phone pressed to his ear.

Yet, to your surprise and mild disappointment, he doesn't utter a word, doesn't so much as clear his throat. He simply watches you, his expression unreadable, as you continue your shameless display. You can feel the weight of his stare boring into your back as you bend over to "examine" a stack of papers, your bare behind pointed squarely in his direction.

His silence is unnerving, but also thrilling, as you carry on your charade, waiting for that moment when he'll finally snap and give in. But for now, he simply listens to the voice on the other end of the line, his eyes glued to your every move, the only sign of his agitation being the rhythmic tapping of his pen against the desk calendar.

You feel a pang of disappointment as you realize your little stunt didn't have the desired effect. Zayne remained stoically focused on his call, not uttering a word or making a move to stop you as you began to turn and walk out of his office.

But just as you were about to slip out of the door, you heard Zayne's deep, measured voice ring out behind you. "Give me 30 minutes and I'll give you a call back," he said, his tone calm and professional.

Your heart skipped a beat, knowing you had waited too long to make your escape. You froze, one hand on the doorknob, as you heard the click of the phone being set back into its cradle. A tense, heavy silence filled the room, and you knew with a sinking feeling that you were well and truly caught.

You could feel Zayne's presence looming behind you, his tall frame seeming to dwarf your smaller one as he rose from his chair. The air grew colder, and you shivered as you slowly turned to face him, your eyes wide and wary.

Zayne stood there, his arms crossed over his broad chest, his eyes dark and stormy as he looked you over. His eyes raked over your naked body, taking in every curve, before settling on your face with an intensity that made your breath catch in your throat.

"Y/N," he said,"what do you think you are doing?

You try to play it off with a flippant laugh, walking backwards "It was just a prank, Zayne! Lighten up."

Before you can react, he's swept you up into his arms, throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You yelp in surprise, your naked body bouncing against his shoulder blades as he carries you back towards his desk.

"Zayne, what are you doing?" you gasp out, your face flushed with embarrassment and growing excitement. "Put me down!"

But he ignores your protests, his hand coming to grip your bare ass with a possessive squeeze. "Oh, I'll put you down alright" he growls.

He tosses you onto the plush bed, your body bouncing slightly on the mattress. You lie there, staring up at him with wide, startled eyes as he looms over you.

In a matter of seconds, Zayne has shed his shirt, tossing it carelessly to the side. His eyes blaze with a hunger you've never seen before as he quickly removes his pants and underwear, baring his impressive length.

He crawls onto the bed, settling his weight on top of you, pinning you down with his hips. You can feel his cock pressing urgently against your stomach.

"We have 28 minutes, sweetheart," Zayne murmurs "Lets make every second count."

He leans down, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he speaks "I should punish you for this little stunt. But instead, I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll forget your own name."

Zayne's hand slides down to palm the soft curve of your breast. He squeezes roughly, his fingers sinking into the flesh as he tugs and teases your nipple, rolling the hardened peak between his fingers.

You barely have time to gasp his name before Zayne is thrusting into you, filling you completely in one powerful surge. A low moan tears from your throat, your head falls back against the pillow as your body struggles to adjust to his size.

Zayne sets a relentless pace, his hips snapping forward with a force that rocks the bed frame and makes the headboard slam against the wall. Each thrust drives the breath from your lungs, your breasts bouncing with the impact.

You feel dizzy, overwhelmed by the intensity of it, your senses reeling as he takes you with a hunger bordering on feral. Your fingers scrabble at his back, nails digging into the hard muscle of his shoulders as you cling to him.

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his breath coming hot and fast against your skin as he loses himself in the feel of your body. One hand grips your hip, holding you in place as he drives into you, while the other palms your breast, kneading the soft flesh roughly.

You can feel the tension building low in your belly, the coil of heat tightening with each drag of his cock against your walls.

He suddenly flips you over onto your stomach and before you can catch your breath or gather your wits, he's positions you on your hands and knees.

You try to crawl away, to escape the intensity of his lust, but it's too late. Zayne's hands grip your hips as he pulls you back against him. You feel the hard length of his cock pressing against the curve of your ass, hot and insistent.

"Oh god, Zayne, wait-" you gasp out, but your plea is cut off by a sharp cry as he thrusts forward, sinking deep into your core. The new angle allows him to plunge even deeper, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with each thrust. It hurts so good.

You try to crawl forward again, your elbows and knees shaking as you attempt to escape the brutal pace of Zayne's thrusts. But it's no use because he yanks you back by the hips, slamming you against his pelvis and burying his thick cock even deeper into your cunt.

"Keep trying to run away," Zayne snarls "Keep fighting it, sweetheart. Eventually, you'll run out of bed, and I'll still be here, fucking your brains out."

You tiptoed inside his studio, trying to be as quiet as possible but the wooden floorboards creaked softly beneath your feet, catching Rafayel's attention. He turned to look at you, his eyes widening in surprise when he saw you were completely naked.

"Cutie, what are you doing?" Rafayel asked, setting down his paintbrush as he rose from his stool. His eyes lingered on your body "Walking around naked like that, you'll catch a cold," he teased, moving towards you with a playful glint in his eyes.

You giggled, backing away slowly as Rafayel approached. Your heart raced with exhilaration and a hint of nervousness.

Suddenly, Rafayel lunged forward, attempting to catch you in his arms. Startled, you let out a yelp of surprise and spun around to flee. But in your haste, you failed to notice a loose floorboard and your foot caught on it. Time seemed to slow as you lost your balance, your arms flailing wildly.

Rafayel reached out to catch you, but his own foot slipped on the slick floor from the spilled paint.

Together, you both tumbled towards a table, crashing sounds filling the studio. The table tipped over, sending paints, brushes, and canvas clattering to the floor.

Rafayel landed with a grunt, his body cushioning your fall as he wrapped his arms protectively around you.

"Gotcha!" Rafayel whispered with a triumphant grin, his arms tightening around your naked body as you laugh and squirm beneath him. The cool paint dripping down your thighs and stomach contrast deliciously with the warmth of his skin pressed against yours.

You try to break free, playfully attempting to escape his grasp, but Rafayel doesnt let you go. He chuckles as he holds you firmly in place. "Not so fast, my little troublemaker," he teases "You can't just barge in here naked and expect to get away without consequences."

"Look at the mess you've made," Rafayel remarks, his fingers trailing lightly over the colorful streaks adorning your skin.

"And now, look at the mess I'm going to make of you," he adds with a smirk, his intentions clear in the heated gaze he directs at you.

You gasp as you feel his hand slide down, paint and skin mingling as his touch ignites sparks of desire within you.

"Rafayel, wait," you breathe out, your voice barely above a whisper. But your body betrays your true desires, arching slightly into his touch, craving more of the delicious sensations only he can provide. 

Rafayel's hands, slick with paint, slowly drag up the curve of your stomach. His touch leaves a trail of colorful streaks on your skin. You can't help but shiver, your body both chilled and electrified by the contact.

As his hands reach the swell of your breasts, Rafayel pauses, admiring the way the paint contrasts against your natural skin tone. A grin spreads across his face as he cups your breasts, his thumbs brushing teasingly over your nipples. The sudden stimulation makes your back arch slightly off the floor.

"Beautiful," Rafayel murmurs, more to himself than to you. But the reverent tone in his voice is unmistakable, his gaze filled with adoration and desire. His hands knead and caress your breasts, the paint now smearing across your sensitive skin, marking you as his canvas.

Your nipples harden under his fingers, aching for more of his attention. Rafayel seems to sense this, his thumbs circling and teasing the stiff peaks until you're writhing beneath him.

"Such a stunning masterpiece," he whispers, before leaning down and replacing his fingers with his mouth. His lips close around one nipple, suckling and flicking over the sensitive bud, while his hand continues to grope and massage the other.

"Raf...please..."

"Please, what?" Rafayel murmurs against your breast. His tongue swirls around your nipple, the cool paint mixing with the heat of his mouth, the combination of sensations driving you wild.

He pulls back slightly "Please, stop?" he asks, feigning innocence. "Or please, don't stop?"

Rafayel's lips, now stained a pretty shade of blue from the paint, curve into a playful smile as he looks down at you. His eyes, those mesmerizing swirls of blue and pink, dance with amusement "You're the one that walked in here," he points out "Shouldn't you be more specific about what you want, cutie?" his words are dripping with sarcastic charm.

He tugs his pants and underwear down, freeing his pretty cock. Its already fully erect and leaking as he takes himself in hand to line the swollen head with your entrance.

"Oh my god, Raf..."

"That's right, cutie," Rafayel growls, his voice dripping with arrogance "The only god you're going to be calling right now..."

With a sharp thrust of his hips, he sinks fully inside you, stretching and filling you completely. A moan tears from your throat, your pussy clenching tightly around him.

"...is me."

You walk down the hallway, heart pounding in your chest as you approach the slightly ajar door to Caleb's office. The sound of his voice, muffled and formal, filters out from inside, he must be in the middle of a video meeting with his Farspace Fleet colleagues.

Perfect.

Taking a deep breath, you push the door open and slip inside, letting it click shut behind you. Caleb's focused on the camera, oblivious to your presence as he discusses some kind of mission briefing.

This is it. Now or never.

You walk in, naked as the day you were born. The cold air raising goosebumps all over your body. You smirk to yourself, imagining the look on Caleb's face when he sees you.

Slowly, you make your way towards him, footsteps silent on the carpeted floor. As you get a bit closer, you hear him say something about wrapping up the meeting.

Shit you are running out of time.

You hold your breath, heart hammering wildly in your ribcage as Caleb spots you. This is it. The moment of truth. Will he be pissed? Or will he find it funny, sexy even?

His eyes widen as they land on your naked body, traveling slowly down. The shock on his face is priceless. For a moment, he just stares, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

He slams the laptop shut, abruptly ending the video call. The sudden move makes you flinch, a flicker of uncertainty crossing your mind.

Did I go too far this time?

He steps towards you, each footfall deliberate and measured, until he invades your personal space. You have to crane your neck back to maintain eye contact, your breathing shallow and quick.

He reaches out, his gloved hand coming to rest beneath your chin, tilting your face up to meet his eyes. His thumb brushes over your lower lip, a teasing caress that sends a shiver down your spine.

"Trying to get yourself into trouble, it seems," his voice is low and tinged with a hint of laughter. "And succeeding beautifully, as always."

" Caleb, it's just a prank... I..."

"Didn't anyone ever tell you it's rude to interrupt someone during a meeting?" he asks playfully, head cocking to the side as he looks down at you.

You don't think twice and run, your bare feet slapping against the floor as you make a break for the door.

"Oh, you're in for it now," Caleb growls. You can practically feel him gaining on you, his long strides devouring the distance between you.

You reach the door, wrenching it open and sprinting out into the hallway. The cool air kisses your skin, your hair whipping behind you as you run. You can hear Caleb's footsteps growing louder, closer.

Suddenly, you feel his hand close around your wrist, yanking you back. You stumble, falling against his chest, your naked body molding to the hard planes of his uniform. He wraps his arms around you, caging you against him as he walks you backwards into the bedroom.

"Did you really think you could run from me?" he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear.

Caleb's strength is no match for your struggling. With a swift tug, he wrenches you off your feet, sending you tumbling onto the bed. You land on the soft mattress with a soft oof, breath knocked out of you momentarily.

Before you can recover, Caleb is on top of you, pinning your wrists above your head. "I think I'll just have to find a better way to...keep you occupied."

Using his evol he flips you onto your hands and knees and you feel the heat of his body hovering over you, the rough fabric of his pants brushing against your bare skin.

You hear the unmistakable sound of his zipper lowering and you glance back over your shoulder, heart pounding in your throat. His eyes are dark, almost black in the low light, his gaze fixed on where his cock rests at your entrance. He's already hard, thick and heavy, the head of his cock nudging against your entrance.

"I bet you thought you could tease me and just run off, didn't you?"

He rocks forward, the length of his cock sliding between your folds, teasing you.

"Well, you're not going anywhere now. Not until I've fucked this neediness out of you. Not until you're a boneless, satisfied mess beneath me."

A sharp gasp escapes your lips as Caleb's gloved hand fists in your hair, gripping the strands tightly. He twists once, twice, using the makeshift handle to yank your head back. At the same time, he drives forward, his hips snapping against your rear as he thrusts inside of you.

His grip on your hair tightens, forcing your back to arch as he starts to move. "I love watching you run pipsqueak,"

"Caleb..."

His other hand comes down hard on your ass, the leather of his glove leaving a reddening imprint on your skin "because I get to fantasize about what I'll do when I catch you"

You stand before Sylus, Naked. The cold air pebbling your nipples as you take a deep breath to steady your nerves. This is crazy, you know it, but Sylus would never harm you.

You watch his face intently for a reaction as he remains bent over his gun, still meticulously cleaning it.

"Lost something, kitten?" Sylus asks casually, not even glancing up from his task. "I don't recall inviting you in here in such a state of undress."

Ugh, of course he knew

He sets the gun down and leans back in his chair, finally meeting your gaze. His eyes widen slightly as they move over your naked body. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.

"You know, most people knock. Or at least have the decency to put on a robe before invading someone's private space." He reaches out and lightly traces a finger along your stomach, his touch electric against your bare skin.

"Well, don't let me stop you from your little game. I'm sure you had a reason for barging in here naked."

You shrug nonchalantly, a playful grin spreading across your face. "It was just a prank, Sy. I saw it on a video online and thought I'd try it out on you."

Sylus stands up slowly, towering over you and takes a step closer, his chest nearly brushing against you.

"Perhaps you should be more careful with your pranks, sweetie. A girl could get hurt, parading around like a piece of meat."

He leans in closer, his breath ghosting over your ear. "Or worse...she could get eaten."

Before you can react or try to run from him, he raises a hand and flicks his wrist. Suddenly, tendrils of his signature black/red energy erupt from the shadows, coiling around your body.

They wrap around your wrists and ankles, binding you firmly but not painfully in place. The tendrils are cool and smooth against your bare skin. You find yourself anchored, unable to flee, at Sylus's mercy.

"Running off so soon, kitten?" Sylus chuckles, his smirk still on his lips as he circles your bound body slowly, admiring the view from every angle. "We were just starting to have fun."

He sits back down on the chair, his movements graceful and predatory. With a pulse of his dark power, he sends tendrils of energy snaking out to wrap around your thighs. They lift you effortlessly, pulling your naked body over his lap, your stomach pressed against his muscular thighs.

His hands come to rest possessively on your hips "If you're so determined to be a cock tease, Y/N, there will be consequences."

You feel the rigid length of Sylus's arousal pressing insistently against your bare stomach as he holds you pinned in his lap. The heat of it, even through his clothing, sends a shameful thrill through you.

Without warning, his hand comes down hard on the soft flesh of your ass, the sharp slap echoing in the room. He repeats the action, spanking you firmly on both cheeks twice in quick succession.

"Ah!" You can't help but gasp, face flushing hot with embarrassment.

Sylus grips your stinging ass cheeks hard, kneading the tender flesh almost painfully as he leans in close. "Consider this a warning for the next time you decide to put on a little show and get my dick hard with no intention of following through."

Another hard smack to your ass, the force jostling your body against his clothed erection. The combination of pain and shameful arousal is dizzying.

"Because I won't be so gentle if you keep teasing what you can't handle, sweetie. You play with fire, you're liable to get burned," Sylus growls, squeezing your ass roughly again before delivering another sharp slap.

You can feel the slick heat gathering between your thighs, your clit throbbing in time with your racing heart.

If you were to part your legs just a bit he would be able to see what this was doing to you.

So you do it. Just an inch.

As Sylus sees the glistening arousal coating your inner thighs, he chuckles and once again his evol tendrils lift you, positioning your cunt right over the bulge straining against his pants.

Sylus makes quick work of his belt and zipper, freeing his fat cock. It springs up, long and thick, the swollen head leaking with need. Your eyes widen at the sight, a fresh gush of wetness flooding your core.

"Look how wet you are, kitten," Sylus whispers approvingly, rubbing the leaking tip of his cock teasingly along your slit, not quite penetrating you. "Clenching around nothing, aching to be filled."

"If I'm going to ride you Sy, does that mean I get to be in control?"

He throws his head back with an amused laugh at your naive question and then with a sharp thrust of his hips he sits you down on his cock. The breath is driven from your lungs at the sudden intrusion, a strangled moan escaping your lips.

"Ffffffffuck" You can't help but cry out, back arching as you're stretched and filled.

"Don't get it twisted, kitten. I can fuck you just as good from the bottom as I can from the top."

[buckyalpine]

Bucky can’t stand you

Smuttay Smuttay. Imagine Bucky finding you to be the most infuriating person he's ever met in his entire life. He used to strongly believe you should never hit a woman. Being a man from the 40's, he believed that with his entire heart and soul because he was one of the few who hated the way some women were treated by their husbands.

That was until he met you.

God, he was ready to beat your ass.

"Didn't you say you'd never hit a woman" Sam snorted while Bucky's jaw ticked, having complained about you for half an hour straight while you went off the plan completely, taking the mission into your own hands.

"That's not a woman, that's the devil spawn" Bucky said incredulously, watching you make your way to the target with a flirty smirk on your face "How and why is she like this"

"Shut up" you hissed through the coms, your hips swaying as you walked away. "

You pissed him off and you made his cock hard.

You ran your mouth to no end and you made him leak.

You had such an attitude and he'd masturbated d to you more times than he could count.

He hated you.

He hated you so much.

"You're gonna screw this mission up if you keep acting like a desperate whore" Bucky growled as you slinked onto the targets lap, effortlessly pocketing the pen drive from his blazer while skimming your hands all over him. The man was none the wiser, groping your ass, the action making Bucky's blood pressure boil.

You whispered something in his ear before hopping off, throwing a wink over your shoulder before disappearing through the exit of the bar and into the getaway car, signaling to Sam and Bucky that you were successful.

He doesn't breathe a word to you until you were all a the safehouse, glaring at you the entire time while pouring himself a drink.

"Try not to kill each other, I'm going to bed" Sam threw his hands up in defeat, seeing as the both of you would never reach a truce. You shrugged, rolling your eyes at the soldier, making your way to your room instead. Bucky down the dark liquid that burned his throat before following you, his brooding figure brushing your back as you entered your room.

"There a problem Barnes?" You sassed, gasping when he gripped your hair and yanked you back, shoving you against the wall. His metal arm wrapped around your throat, squeezing the sides just enough to make your breaths lighter, his pupils dilated to 100.

"You have a real problem, you know that?" He growled lowly making your stomach flip, your pulse racing a the scent of his cologne when he stood so close to you.

"Yeah? And whats that" your attitude faltered as he pressed his chest against yours, his warm breath fanning on your face.

"You. Never. Listen. It's infuriating. So tell me. What should I do" It took everything in him not to push you down onto your knees, forcing your into submission for once. "You're a brat" He hissed, eyes growing wide when he could smell your arousal which you tried to hide, your thighs squeezing together giving you away.

"Fuck this" Bucky tossed you onto the bed, pulling out the switch blade he had in his pocket. Your dress was sliced off before you could blink, your lingerie torn off next.

"Bucky, what-

Before you could say anything else, he gripped your jaw, squeezing your cheeks together, making you pout with a needy whimper. He gave you a satisfied smirk, running the handle of the knife through your folds, gathering your slick before licking it clean off with a groan.

"M'gonna fuck you and you're gonna take it, then you're gonna thank your Sargent for fucking the brat out of you, understand?"

You nodded, yelping when he smacked your cheek, shaking his head.

"Use your words, kitten"

"Yes, Sargent" You whispered, your heart hammering out of your chest as he started to undress himself, his belt buckle hitting the floor. A new wave of arousal pooled between your legs as he stood naked before you, his cock standing tall and proud. He cocked an eye brow at the way you stared at him, practically drooling as he pumped his length a few times.

He crawled onto the bed, shoving your legs apart, flicking his cock through your folds and slamming into you without warning, making you take all of him at once.

You cried out in pleasure, your arms and legs wrapping around him to ground yourself some how, your cunt fluttering and struggling to accommodate for his girth.

"Buck-Sargent-too-s'too thick" You moaned as he drew his hips back and started to pound into you, snarling with pleasure at the feelings of your nails raking down his back. "SARGENT PLEASE"

"Thats right, beg your Sargent to stop baby, cry when I ruin you with my fat cock" He sat back on his heels, throwing your legs over his shoulders to get even deeper angle, your eyes rolling back until they nearly crossed. "Lookit you going all dumb on my cock baby, such a needy little pussy"

You didn't get a chance to respond, squeaking when he manhandled you till your face was pushed against the mattress with your ass in the air. He spanked your ass raw, shoving his cock back in, setting in a brutal pace.

"Always acting so sassy, making my dick so hard with those stupid skimpy outfits of yours. You're a little slut but you're my slut, understand kitten?"

"Y-Yes-yes-yes-so-good don'on god don't stop" You slurred out, as he rammed into your pussy, the headboard denting the wall with each thrust, slamming your hips back against him.

"That's it. Fucking take it, Nast little slut, sitting in any mans lap, now look at you, huh. Look whose cock you're crying over lil mama, tell me whose cock your all soaked for"

"Yours sargent! all for-you" You panted while his sinful fingers moved to rub your clit, his pace growing sloppy, blinding pleasure starting to consume you both.

"OH FUCKKK I'm gonna cum!!" You cried out, wailing into the sheets, the vulgar sounds of skin on skin carrying through the room. Bucky moaned, fucking you harder, his head thrown back feeling your pussy suck him in deeper.

"Cum, cum on my dick, c'mon baby, give it to me, thats it lil mama, milk my cock-shit-i'm cumming!" Bucky let out a guttural moan feeling you squeeze and pulse around his cock, stilling his hips as he throbbed ropes of his spend into you. You both collapsed onto the bed, blindly reaching for each other with out saying another word, letting soft kisses and cuddles throughout the night do the rest of the talking.

-

"Morning Sam-

"You both owe me money for therapy"

"Sam-

"You shut up before I pawn a piece of that arm"

"Sam-

"You went at it like rabbits"

"Sam-

"I think the bed almost broke into my room"

"Sam-

"I'm never calling you Sargent again, you've tainted the word for me"

"Sam-

"My ears have never been so violated"

Bucky smirked, wrapping his arm around your waist, holding you together. You giggled while Sam gagged in the background again (he 100% approves of you two together but he'll never tell Bucky that).

"Nasty fucks"

[promiscuousg1rl]

dealer!rafe and stripper!reader meeting for the first time

warnings: vulgar language, rafe being a strip club virgin, inaccurate portrayal of strip club atmosphere, brief talk of ass shaking

"you tellin' me you ain't none of your bitch ass friends took you to a strip club befo'? barry looks up at rafe with a pair of wide eyes, shaking his head. "that shit is sad man, all that money and you ain't never made it rain on no strippas."

rafe chuckles as they make their away across the crowded parking lot. hands tucked in the pockets on his khaki pants. "what can I say man, the place never interested me before."

"what?" barry frowns in confusion. "beautiful women shaking they ass and titties in yo' face don't interest you?"

shrugging, rafe stares up at the sign that read Magic City Gentlemen's Club. "never been in one to know for sure."

"well country cub, i'm 'bout to show you exactly what you and them soft ass rich boys been missing out on." barry smirks, slapping rafe's chest before leading him through the double doors.

although the parking lot was evidence for how packed the place was, it still was a bit shocking to see just how many people were in attendance. if they weren't standing at the bar being serviced by the bartenders then they were surrounding the stages, salivating over the half naked women they were showering with dollar bills.

a part of him expected to only see Pogues in the likes of this place but as he looked around he recognized a bunch of men who were not only country club members, but associates of his father too.

"aight now," barry claps his hands together. "while it is a lot of bad bitches innis place to choose from, ima do you a favor and get you hooked up with my favorite one."

scoffing, rafe glances around at the various scantily clad women leading men around by the hand. "been here so much you actually have a favorite?"

"aye man, don't knock it until you see her. trust me, she got the potential to make you spend all ya money on her and go broke."

looking around eagerly, barry's eyes frantically scoured the dark club until the stop on a spot across the room. "lo and behold," he grins. "aye angel!"

rafe follows his gaze, there you are. he has no idea if that was your real name or if barry calling you that had anything to do with the pure white lingerie outfit you were wearing. his eyes trail down from your soft curls to the curves of your exposed body.

"from the looka' that drool goin' down ya chin, you see the hype." barry snickers from beside him, making rafe shove his shoulder. "angel!"

at the second shout of your name you finally look over at barry, a bright smile gracing your gloss-covered lips. on the tallest heels he's ever seen, you saunter over to them with your hips swaying.

"barry," you bat your eyelashes at him. "made some good sales today?"

barry smirks at you, stepping so close that your chest nearly touches his. "you know I like to come spend a lil sumn sumn on you and your girls when I got it."

you hum, lips stretching into an even wider smile. "i'll let them know to make it good for you tonight then." as if you're barely noticing him hovering a few inches away, your eyes meet rafe's with a curious glint in them. "who's this?"

"angel, this here is my homeboy and business partner country club," leading you over by the hand. "country club, this is angel."

much like he did you, your eyes survey him from head to toe. the way you spend a few seconds too long on his pants has him fighting off the urge to fidget.

you huff out a laugh. "thought you said kooks were only good for being customers."

"what can i say, we make good money together."

gently easing your hand out of barry's, you angle your body towards rafe's. his brooding silence making him all the more appealing to you.

"you a first timer country club?"

" 'that obvious?" he drawls out.

you shrug. "trust me, i would remember a face like yours."

"huh."

"so," your eyes don't leave his. "who's going first?"

your heels are the only reason you can see the way his pupils dilate and you come to a quick realization that you hope that its him.

a throat clears from beside the two of you, making you look over a barry. "well i hyped you up to my boy so i'ma gone and let you show him wassup."

with that, he strolls over to one of the other dancers lingering around and leans down to whisper in her hear.

"well country club--"

"rafe," he interrupts. " 'name's rafe."

"rafe," you purr, resting a hand on the center of his chest. "you ready?"

"lead the way angel."

a/n this was so rushed but fuck it we ball 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[bruisedboys]

good job on 8k🥳 may i please request:

john walker - venom - "don't you dare tell anyone about this." "wasn't planning on it."

thank you lovely! implied smut/mature themes 16+!!

john walker x fem!thunderbolt!reader, 0.9k words

You wake up with John Walker in your bed, fast asleep next to you with his arm thrown over your waist.

You sit up so fast you almost break your neck.

What the hell? You panic, frantically feeling around for your phone in the dark, when you realise that your ensuite light is still on and the door half-open, a warm glow spilling onto your bedroom floor. A trail of discarded clothes, both yours and John’s, traverses from the ensuite to your bed.

It all comes back to you then. John, getting hurt on a mission while protecting you. You, urging him to let you patch him up rather than doing it himself — it was the least you could do after he saved your life. John, shirtless, sitting in your ensuite and staring at you with those dark, brooding eyes of his while you tended to his injured shoulder. His skin was warm under your touch, and your heart was thrumming in your throat. There was a sort of intensity in his eyes that you could feel reflected in your own gaze.

It’s all a blur after that. You don’t know who kissed who first, but there was a lot of tongue, and then a lot of touching, and it ended up with you naked against the mattress and John on top of you. Both of you sweating and gasping, moaning each others’ names. You must’ve fallen asleep not long after, because you don’t remember much else. The ache between your legs tells you all you need to know.

The first few hints of morning slip through the curtains. You apparently had enough sense to put some clothes on after the events of last night, because you look down to find you’re half-dressed, in your underwear and one of your sleep shirts.

John stirs next to you.

“What’re you doing?” He murmurs sleepily. His hand searches for you under the covers and finds your thigh, thumb skipping over your bare skin, “What’s th’matter?”

You feel dizzy. You don’t think he’s realised where he is yet. You swallow.

“John,” you say, like a warning. You can’t look at him. If you do, you’ll remember the way he kissed you last night, and your feelings for him will come crashing down on you all over again.

“What?” He mumbles, like he’s irritated. He rolls onto his back, clearly disoriented. “What’s… oh.”

John groans softly as he sits up next to you. He’s bare chested but for the bandage you’d wrapped his shoulder in last night. The sheets fall around his hips. You try not to look at the distinct V-shape at his abdomen that plunges downwards, disappearing into the waistband of his boxers.

“Hey,” he says with a wince. His voice is rough from sleep. Your eyes dart to his chest and back up.

“Hi,” you say back.

“Uhhh.” John rubs the back of his neck with his good arm. You ignore the way his bicep bulges with the movement. “Did we have sex?”

You nod, your face hot. “Yeah.”

You turn your face away from his, embarrassed and confused. You’re not sure what this means for you and him. You’ve liked him since you met him, but you’ve never had the guts to do anything about it, let alone tell him. You worry you’ve only gone and made it more complicated by sleeping with him. What does he want from you? What does he think you want from him?

It all floats around in your head and makes you feel lightheaded. Meanwhile, John runs a hand over his face and sighs.

“Hey, listen…” He touches your shoulder hesitantly. It’s a stark contrast to the way he touched you last night, so sure, so firm. Now he touches you like you’re made of glass. “Look at me?”

Despite your best efforts, you can’t ignore him. You twist to look at him. He’s already looking right back at you, hooded eyes boring into yours. There’s something in the way he looks at you that you don’t understand.

“It was… nice, right?” He asks you slowly, voice low. “You… did you like it?”

Feeling a bit like you’re stuck in a trance, you nod. His proximity, and the memories of last night that only get more and more vivid as the minutes pass, are making you dizzy.

“I… yeah. It was nice,” you say quietly. But what did it mean? You want to add.

John grins lazily, the side of his mouth quirking. “Yeah? You enjoyed it?”

You find yourself nodding, unable to do much else as your tongue seems to have turned to lead in your mouth. John leans closer, pushing his hand over your shoulder blade and spreading it over the space below your neck.

His other hand toys with the hem of your shirt. “So did I,” he murmurs.

You find yourself leaning into him like a moth to open flame, unable to stop yourself though you think you know how this will end.

In the half dark your hand finds his chest. He pushes his own hand under your shirt to hold your hip, and suddenly, you’re back where it all started.

You glance down at John’s mouth. “John…” you whisper.

John tugs you closer. He’s looking at your lips, “Hm?”

You swallow. Are you really about to do this again? You feel his warm hand climbing your ribcage under your shirt, feel his firm chest under your palm, and think, screw it.

“Don’t you dare tell anyone about this,” you say gruffly. You wrap both hands around his neck and get close enough to kiss him. “Alright?”

John grins. “Wasn’t planning on it, sweetheart.”

He kisses you, and it feels so good that you forget to wonder what it means.

[myfictionaldreams]

⁀➷Ours to Keep // BatBoys (acotar) x F!Reader

Summary: Three mates. Three date nights. Three very different ways to love you—and ruin you.

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, vulnerable batboys, overstimulated, subspace, rough sex, size kink, angst, fluff, worshipping, dom/sub, oral (f + m receiving), fingering, restrained, dacryphilia, possessive, pain kink

Words: 5.4k

my masterlist 📚 AO3 Link

AZRIEL

Many questions were tumbling through your mind. The first being: where was he taking you?

Azriel is typically quiet, even to his mates. He could go days without uttering a word, only sharing his emotions with touches and looks. Tonight, you were unsure which side of Azriel you were going to be blessed with: the brooding, secretive mate or the worshipping, praising mate.

It tended to be intense when it was your date night with the Shadowsinger himself. Pent-up emotions were not spoken through words but through actions. The underlying theme was that he never truly felt he deserved you, but now that he has you, he’s never going to let you go, and he shows that through worshipping.

So far, he had been even more silent than usual, leaving your questions unanswered, not even a reassuring hand squeeze as he gently guided you through a narrow, rocky path that wound into the mountains surrounding Velaris. The sounds of the children playing on the streets had long been deafened, so only your steps and breaths could be heard echoing off the cave walls. Azriel, though, was as silent as his training had taught him to be; even the movement of his wings as he bent his body to the narrowing path made no noise.

His icy fingers tightened in protectiveness as his shadows slipped from his wrist and around yours, like the two of them were working in tandem, checking that you were still there.

“If you’re taking me to those god-awful worms, Azriel, I’m not going to speak to you for a week”, you muse with little to no amusement in your tone, trying to cover your anxiety with humour and failing in doing so.

Without a backwards glance, he murmurs, “Trust me”.

You trust him with your life. With your soul. So, as silent an answer as he would give you, your fingers tightened in his grasp.

After what feels like forever, you step through a gap in the rocks and stop dead.

Before you lies a hidden cavern lit by faint bioluminescent moss and the glittering reflection of the moonlight through a narrow crack from above. In the centre, a natural hot spring steams, the water clear and rippling, surrounded by smooth stone.

It was like something from a dream, the sight momentarily taking your breath away.

“Az, it’s beautiful.” Your admiration in your voice would never describe how truly stunning the view was. It was a secret, a place for you and Azriel.

Arms slide around your waist as he draws your body back against his chest. “Not as beautiful as you”, he whispers, voice low and rough against the shell of your ear.

Your lips twitch at the corners as you relax into his hold, “Smooth talking, my love”, you muse.

Shivering and not from the chill in the air, Azriel begins to guide you down to the water's edge. Once more, the two of you fell into a silence, more comfortable than the walk to the springs. With careful touches, Azriel’s scarred fingers begging to unbuckle your jacket, helping you remove your clothes with painstaking care.

You stand there, naked as the day you were born, and wait patiently for Azriel’s clothes to be removed until you’re left staring at the hard, scarred planes of his body.

When you’re both bare, he steps into the steaming water first until it is waist height, his hands held up, coaxing you forward.

A deep groan leaves your lips as you step into the water, the heat wrapping around you instantly, soothing and intoxicating. With the height difference, the water lapped around your breasts. Easing backwards, there’s a small ledge beneath the water, which gives Az the opportunity to sit and pull your body into his lap, your thighs straddling his, hands resting against his shoulders.

Chest to chest, you admire his handsome face from how his night-black hair flops across his forehead, giving him a softness compared to the edginess of the rest of him. The shadows capture your attention next, but only because they’re persistent with their touches.

For the most part, you can spot the shadows surrounding the pool, flickering ever so slightly between the dark patches of the room, like they’re keeping watch while their master unwinds.

The other shadows, though, were brushing along your thighs and hips, featherlight touches that made you squirm and keen on Azriel’s touch.

Az watches you move with a slight, knowing smirk. “You like it when they touch you, don’t you?” he asks, voice pure sin.

Losing any courage, your eyes drop submissively, an automatic response to his tone, before you look back up at him through your lashes, nodding breathlessly.

Your face is pulled towards his with a single finger tipped beneath your chin. Azriel claims your mouth with a slow, deep kiss that leaves you dizzy. Those shockingly cold hands roamed over your heated body, relieving the way you were overheating. His touches were painfully tender, as if memorising every inch of your naked body. Then there were his shadows, joining in, teasing along your breasts, your belly, lower.

When a flicker of a touch grazes between your thighs, you can’t help but gasp against his mouth, clutching painstakingly tight to his muscular shoulders.

“You’re so sensitive for me”, he growls, breaking the kiss to trail his mouth down your neck. “So sweet”.

It was always like this with Azriel. The job he provides the night court is physically and mentally draining, but it’s something he will do until his last breath, so when he has even a moment alone with you, it’s all about control. The lack of words was made up for with touches, desperate and clinging like he’s scared you’ll slip away with a blink of an eye.

With careful touches under your thighs, you’re gently lifted out of the water and onto the smooth stone at the edge of the spring. With his chest pushing against yours as he continues to kiss your lips, you’re coaxed to lie on your back with Az’s body between your thighs.

The contrast between the coolness of the rock beneath your back and the heat of his mount on your skin makes your head spin as your fingers glide over the wet skin of his back.

A wisp of pressure wraps around your wrists, lifting them high above your head and holding you down. Glancing up, the two of you admire the way the shadows pin your wrists to the stone. Another set slithers down your thighs, spreading them wide.

You gasp, helpless, heart pounding, realising that his shadows have left you completely tied. Wriggling your wrists to see how much movement you have, you realise there’s none whatsoever. It’s almost like your limbs have been set into stop with how well the darkness consumes you. It doesn’t hurt; it feels more as if time has stopped.

Azriel’s hazel eyes flick back to your face, observing the curious glances you’re giving his shadows. As much as your mating bond had claimed Azriel, his shadows had claimed you. Always.

Lowing his body, his eyes never leaving yours, you hardly even blink as he lowers, kneeling between your spread legs. The vast length of his wings flares as his face lowers to where you want him most. The hazel of his eyes is almost entirely consumed in the darkness of his pupils as he gives you a nearly feral look with hunger.

“You’re mine”, he says, voice a rasp of possession.

Azriel absolutely fucking devoured you. Worshipping you with his mouth, hands, and the occasional caress of the shadows. Your writhe against the stone, trying to move your pussy against his face, matching the lick of his tongue but the shadows have a firm hold of you.

The pleasure is relentless as he groans at the taste of you, licking, slurping, biting, his nose pressing against your clit so hard you’re a sobbing, gasping mess. He doesn’t stop - not when you cum once, not even when you come twice.

Azriel worships you over and over. You’re delirious, no longer admiring the way he moans your name against the skin of your thighs. You’re so deep within pleasure that even the sound of your screaming is drowned out by the heavy thumping of your heart rate in your ears.

There’s a point where you’re overstimulated, swollen, your body now coated in sweat and squirt puddling between your thighs, but Azriel keeps going. His fingers soon finding their home in your pulsing cunt. One finger, two, three, curling and pounding, his tongue circling and sucking on your clit.

You’re barely even aware when the shadows finally release your wrists and thighs, when Azriel scoops you into his arms like you weigh nothing.

Your body trembles relentlessly against him, oversensitive and pliant, every nerve ending thrumming. You’re not about to think, or do anything but cling to him, tears of overstimulation slipping silently down your cheeks.

Azriel notices instantly. His mouth, swollen from the pleasure he’d delivered to you, rested against your ear, his voice coarse, “I’ve got you, sweet girl. I’ve got you”.

He gently carries you back into the hot spring, cradling your limp body against his chest as he wades into the soothing water. His hands stroke through your hair and down your back, occasionally holding your hand, grounding you.

“I’m so proud of you”, he whispers. “You’re everything to me. Everything”.

Floating in a daze, your every last thought started and ended with him. Needing, wanting, begging for him.

When he presses inside of you, it’s slow, so achingly slow, as if he’s trying not to overwhelm you more than you already are, even as you try and lower yourself with more urgency.

The gentle light soon disappears as his wings are wrapped around your back, cocooning the two of you. “You’re mine,” he breathes, his forehead pressing against yours. You always have been.”

The length of his cock rocks tenderly into your cunt, dragging perfectly against your still clenching walls, drawing soft whimpers from your lips. Even with your weakened state, you can fist his hair, whimpering his name.

Falling apart one more time, he follows you over the edge, the entire length of his cock pulsing and spilling into your cunt. Azriel doesn’t let go. Not even for a second. 

The once crystal clear water begins to blur as he begins to slip out of you, being careful not to move too fast. You feel completely weightless in his arms, safe. With wings still protectively around your back, he begins to carry you out of the pool.

“You did so good for me, sweet girl. So perfect. So beautiful,” he breathes, pressing kisses across your damp temple. The words, the touches, the steady hum throbbing through your body leave you feeling completely and utterly sated, happy, wanted, and loved.

The feeling of Azriel helping you into his leathers was a slight discomfort, wishing to remain naked with how sensitive your skin was feeling, but as you draw in a deep breath, you’re consumed by the smell of him.

Then you’re weightless once more, the world blurring beneath your body as Azriel cradles you to his naked chest as he flies the two of you through the gap in the ceiling. The calm wind on your damp skin was soothing as your eyes closed, leaning into his protective hold.

When Azriel touches down lightly on the balcony at the house of wind, standing naked and proud with his sated mate in his arms, Rhysand greets him. The violet eyes twinkle at the sight, and a towel appears in his arms as he wraps it around Az’s waist.

Cassian lounges nearby in front of the fire, holding a book and a crystal glass half filled with dark liquor. The usual cocky grin wiped clean from his face. Instead, there’s only fierce protectiveness, always struggling to see you in this state.

“She good?” Cassian rumbles, his legs twitching like he’s fighting, storming over to your side.

Azriel notes, tightening his hold, causing your head to roll on his shoulder. “She’s perfect”.

Azriel’s gaze turns towards his high lord, knowing that out of both of them, he’s the one who would and has started a fight, having thought Azriel had pushed you too far, even though it was just what you wanted. 

Rhysand’s gaze lingers on your face, noting the peaceful look naturally set in your sleeping expression. “Sleep well, little love. You deserve the stars themselves”.

And with that, Azriel continues to walk inside, carrying you to the shared bedroom to finally join you in the peaceful realm of sleep.

RHYSAND

Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court, waits for you at the entrance to the Sidra Riverwalk, dressed like sin incarnate. He wears a black tailored jacket and a deep navy shirt, which is open enough at the base of his throat for the dark swirls of his tattoos to peek out beneath his collarbone. He looks beautiful, effortlessly so, but it is the wicked glint in his violet eyes that has anticipation bubbling in your stomach.

No matter the years that passed, the time spent with either of your mates still felt new and fresh, and the "I can’t believe you’re mine" feeling never seemed to fade.

“Good evening, little love,” he purrs, his fingers curling around yours, lifting your hand to brush a gentle kiss against your knuckles. You are looking ravishing as always. How are you feeling? Not too sore from Azriel's affection, I hope.”

The bond hums between you, heat deepening across your neck and cheeks as you playfully roll your eyes.

Yes. You were still aching, even three days later, but Caulron, you wouldn’t trade it for anything. Rhysand’s smirk deepens, as if he senses your very thoughts through the bond, but rather than taunting, he offers the crook of his elbow.

“Come. Let’s see if I can make you fall in love with me all over again”.

A laugh bursts from your lips as your arm hooks through his, holding onto him tightly. 

The night is a whirlwind. Hand in hand along the riverside, tasting pastries from thankful vendors, slipping into the amphitheatre to watch the opera's end, followed by after-hours snooping around your favourite bookstores - one of the positives of being mated to the high lord.

Everywhere the two of you go, people greet Rhysand, whether it's a nod from across the street, a shout of love from a window or a trembling handshake quickly swooped into hugs. Rhysand is praised and adored by the people of Velaris. Their High Lord. Their protector and friend.

The weight of the entire Court balanced on his well-groomed shoulders.

He hides it well, behind that easy smile, behind the playful winks and steady waves.

Rhysand might be a daemati, but you could read his thoughts as easily as he could yours. You always see it. The way his shoulders tense, the smile that falters when the public turns their backs, the flicker of his heartbeat in his wrist that your fingers press against when holding his hands.

Rhys was a good actor. Hiding his exhaustion, the nightmares, the screams that echo behind the steel wall in his mind. And so, later, you take charge when he flies you both to a private rooftop garden high above the city, draped in silks and lanterns and the scent of night-blooming flowers.

Admiring the beautiful spot, you take his hand and pull him towards the cushioned divan, gently pushing on his shoulders until he slumps onto it. Straddling his lap, your fingers caress his soft cheeks.

“My beautiful, strong High Lord”, you muse, lips kissing the crease between his brows. “You carry so much. Let me carry you for a while.”

The breath he releases stutters, a shiver brushing through him. His hands rest heavily against your hips, thumb stroking carefully over your clothing as he takes a moment to think of his response, the first sign that he’s starting to show his vulnerabilities.

“You already do, darling. More than you could ever know. This night, it’s not about me, I want to look after you, my Queen, my mate, my love”. You’re staring so intensely into his eyes that you feel mesmerised. Your mate was strong, but he was always so quick to be selfless, and you wanted him to feel appreciated, more than this, to believe what these people have been saying is true, that he would believe what they say.

“I am yours, Rhysand, and you are mine. MINE. I want you to believe you deserve my love.” His mouth opens, ready to be defensive and retort to what you say, so your fingers quickly cover his lips. “No, I don’t want to hear it. No more, Rhys. Just let me love you, let me take away some of your pain. Please, let go for me, just for tonight.”

That was it. That was what caused his eyes to drop, along with his shoulders, as he gave in, leaning heavily against your chest.

Taking your time, your fingers comb through his hand, massaging his scalp until he’s leaning into the touch. Tipping his head back, you gaze down at his handsome face again. Pressing your lips to him in a slow, loving kiss, you breathe him in. Distracting him with your mouth, your fingers make their way to undo the buttons of his crisp shirt.

With his shirt as open as his jacket, your lips move away from his to trail sweetly over the tattoos etched into his golden-brown skin. The hands still holding your hips tremble as he restrains himself.

Giving over control was still something that he was adjusting to, and you could feel his tension beginning to rise again with the need to be in charge. Pulling back, you cupped his face, “Rhys, you’re safe. I’ve got you.”

Inching off his thighs, you kneel, fingers undoing the belt and button of his trousers. Rhys’ hands drop to the cushions at his side, gripping them as he takes a deep, steadying breath.

Working him open, your fingers ease beneath his clothing to grip his firm length. Your eyes are wide as you take in every gasp, the flex of his abdominal muscles, and just how desperate he was for his mate. It made you feel powerful and unbelievable horny as wetness pooled in your underwear, but your pleasure could wait.

Easing him from the confines of his trousers with slow worshipful strokes, your lips wrapped around the head of his cock. Licking the drips of precum, already gathering at his tip, you savour his unique taste for a moment before taking him deeper.

Rhysand releases broken sounds from his lips, every shuddered breath from his lungs. He’s still holding back though, knowing what he sounds like when he truly lets go, you firm your grasp of the base of his cock and move up and down with more motivation.

A throb pulses violently through your shared bond, causing your whimper to seem from your throat, constricting further around his cock.

“Fuck, darling”, Rhys gasps, his head tipping back and his hips lowering as he relaxed further into the cushion, his thighs spreading further. “You’re going to ruin me”.

You pull off him with a lewd pop, your fist continuing to move up and down his length as you look up at him with glassy, bright eyes. “Good, you deserve to be ruined by my mouth, High Lord”.

He shifts forward, his hands moving beneath your arms, but you’re already moving, having the same thoughts as him as you move to straddle his lap. “Help a girl out, won’t you?” you say, glancing at your fully clothed body.

With a simple snap of his fingers, both yours and his clothes disappear, and now it’s your turn to be shivering in his hold from how hot his skin felt against yours.

Reaching between your bodies, with fierce eye contact, you guided him inside with a slow, aching slide that makes you both groan in tandem. The stretch is intense. Rhys is thick, even more so after Azriel’s date night, which left you hypersensitive. It’s perfect. He’s perfect.

Rocking your hips in slow up and down movements, his arms clutch around your his,  helping your movements.

Those gentle lips of his move down the slope of your neck as you both make love beneath the stars. “I don’t deserve you. I don’t deserve this.”

“You deserve everything good, everything soft, all the love, Rhys.” Your lips work their way from his cheekbone to his mouth, kissing with such fierce desperation that your nails dig into his muscle, trying to pull him impossibly closer. 

The pleasure builds achingly slowly, not frantic or punishing, but overwhelming in how intimate it is. Every gasp and moan is like a personal vow to one another. And when you cum, it’s with only his name from your lips. And Rhys, Cauldron, he cums intensely with a strangled groan, pressing his forehead to your chest, directly over your heart.

Hours stretch by, filled with gentle strokes, caresses, and licks. Rhys, ever needing some form of control had you on your back with his fingers pushing his cum back inside your cunt and playing until you’re finding release once more. Then he’s inside of you, your leg over his shoulder, his thrusts steady and deep.

You don’t move for a long while, because you’re sure the sun will rise soon over the mountains and yet the two of you remain curled into each other. Rhys cradles the back of your head against his chest in one hand, and the other draws idle circles down the length of your spine.

It’s when his fingers are still that you know something is wrong, as your face snaps up to his. But he’s smirking, staring off into space before seemingly drawing out of his mind.

“Cassian demands that you be returned home. He says it’s past his bedtime, and he can’t settle until you’re home.” You can’t help but tip your head back and let out a laugh, imagining the tone of Cassian’s voice through Rhys’ head.

“Sometimes I worry that Cassian thinks he’s a giant dog,” you muse while standing with Rhys's help.

With pyjamas magically produced by Rhys, you’re gathered into his arms, wings flaring wide against the star-speckled sky. The flight is silent, tender, with your fingers twirling through the hair at the nape of his neck.

When you both land lightly on the River House balcony, you find Cassian and Azriel already waiting, lounging not so casually on the garden chairs.

“Well, don’t you two look thoroughly and well-fucked”, Cassian muses with a whistle. Azriel smirks, his shadows racing across the path to tickle lazily across the tips of your feet.

Rhys grins lazily, his swagged easily slipping back into place now that he is with others. Pressing a lingering kiss to your temple, he carefully lowers you to the floor. Cassian’s arms are immediately around your waist, hoisting you up and over his shoulders with a startled cry. 

“She’s tired. Take care of her for me”, Rhys voices with a stark tenderness.

Cassian falters in his steps towards the house, glancing back at his High Lord. “Why don’t you come and take care of her yourself, Rhysie?”

And just like the four of you are wandering into the house, the family and love are humming happily in the shared bond.

CASSIAN

The evening starts chaotically, and there’s one reason for that: Cassian.

Sometimes you wonder how he can look as graceful as he does when he’s fighting, like it’s a warrior dance with the steady steps and careful swing of his arms. Well, that was not how your evening starts with him barging into the bedroom, the door cracking against the wall as he begins there with a cocky grin on his handsome face.

He has a single rose in one hand, and in the other is a costly bottle of Illyrian wine that he has undoubtedly stolen from Rhysand's private collection. The thing about Cassian is that he doesn’t need a hidden hot spring or a fancy rooftop. No, that man could woe you with a flash of his goofy smile and a flex of his bicep, and the Illyrian knew it.

“Trust me, Sweetheart”, he’s still grinning like an idiot as his arms sweep your body off the floor and the two of you fly into the skies over Velaris. You end up on a cliffside overlooking the sea, the salty spray misting your skin.

With his wings tucked in closely, Cassian sets up a small campfire. The fire instantly warms your hands as you hold them out until he ungracefully pulls your body into his lap.

Drinking the wine straight from the bottle, sharing it between laughs and teasing kisses, you savour every breath and touch from the man wrapped around you.

The stories coming out of him from his youth growing up with Rhys and Az have you howling with laughter until you're clutching your stomach. It doesn’t go unnoticed the way he watches your every move or the feeling of his arms tensing like you’re going to roll out of his arms and off the side of the cliff.

The two of you eventually fall into a comfortable silence as the stars begin to glitter in the darkening sky, yet the fire continues to blaze. Maybe it was the bottle of wine shared between the two of you, but there’s something off, and it’s only when Cass’ hands drift idly over your thighs restlessly that you notice it's him.

Tilting your face back to look up, you can see him contemplating something.

“I’m not like them, “Cassian eventually speaks, his voice rough. He coughs slightly to clear his throat and shifts on the spot. Rhys is all charm and smooth edges. Az has his shadows, his deadly skill. Even when they’re not trying, they’re so.” He shakes his head roughly, trying to find the right words. “Refined. Perfect. “

Letting out a harsh breath. “And then there’s me. Brute force. Loud, messy. The bastard born from nothing.” Your heart aches at the rawness in his voice as you turn your body more towards him in his lap, causing his saddened gaze to shift to you. “I look at you, and all I can think is, how the fuck did I ever get this lucky? Someone like you, kind, beautiful, good, how did you end up with someone like me?”

The pad of his thumb brushes against your cheek, wiping away one of the tears that now drips down. “I wish I was softer for you,” he continues, his voice thick and hoarse. I wish I was better, gentler, the way you deserve.”

Shaking your head to clear the sad fog hovering over your thoughts, you’re quick to turn completely, straddling his lap and hands linking behind the back of his head. “You are everything I want, Cassian. I don’t want soft, or perfect, or gentle. I want everything you have, I want all of you!”

“You don’t know what you’re asking for, Sweetheart”, he growls lowly, looking conflicted between pissed off and wanting to tear your clothes off.

You just smile - soft and challenging. “I do. Now show me, Cassian. Be mine. Now!”

Your back hits the dirt before you can clutch onto his shoulders. Cass’s hand cups the back of your head, softening your fall.

The kiss. The fucking kiss is deadly. Like a starving man. Rough, claiming, devastating. There’s nothing careful about it, just the heat of his tongue, the bite of sharp teeth, the low rumble of his growls against your skin as he pins you to the ground with his hips.

There’s no steady removing of clothes or magic to aid him. There’s only the tear of the material as it’s ripped from your body until you’re naked beneath him, your back rubbing into the dirt.

The warrior is so much bigger than you, from his broad shoulders, powerful arms and thick thighs, pushing your thighs further apart to make room for him. Much like Azriel and Rhys, when you’re in his arms like this, the main feeling that comes to mind is safe.

Cassian isn’t even fully undressed yet, only just shoving his leathers low enough to free himself, heavy and throbbing and so thick it makes your mouth water. He grits his teeth, like he’s fighting a war inside himself, his big hands trembling as they grip your thighs.

“Are you sure about this, Sweetheart?” he rasps, voice laced with desperation.

“Don’t be gentle with me. I want all of you, Cassian. Give me everything.”

He doesn’t need telling against as you feel the heavy pressure of his cock at your entrance as he begins to push inside.

The stretch is immediate. Sharp and burning. Your head falls back with a strangled moan, exposing the length of your throat as he drives deeper, stretching your aching cunt to its very limit.

It’s almost too much - almost - but you want it, need it, and your body relaxes enough for him to inch his way inside. Cassian's shaking above you, forehead pressing against yours.

“You’re always so fucking tight”

“And you’re always so fucking big”, you groan as he finally settles as deep as he can go. It’s still not his entire length but there’s only so much cock you can fit before you’ve reached your limit.

Cassian grunts a laugh as he licks the length of your throat before beginning to rock his hips. Brutal and deep thrusts that have your whole world tilting and shuddering. Every thrust as you cry out in pleasure with a throb of beautiful pain, always the perfect mix.

The overwhelming urge to cry suddenly prickled at your eyes, not only from the intensity but also from how full you felt and how much you loved this beautiful soul of an Illyrian.

Cassian notices the tears; he always notices everything about you. His hips stop, and you do everything to try to roll your hips, needing him to keep going. His hands grip your hips tightly to stop your movements as he checks in with you. 

“Too much?” he grits out.

“Never”, you gasp, wrapping your legs around his waist, fingers reaching behind him to stroke down the sensitive membrane of his wing, causing a full-body shiver and grunt. “Please, Cassian, don’t stop. I need it, I need you”.

Whatever control he had been holding onto shatters. He fucks you. Rough and filthy. It’s like a flip has switched in his mind, whether it be the bond pulsing with love and desire, or he truly was listening to your words, because he became almost feral with his possessiveness.

“You’re mine, this beautiful fucking body, it’s all mine. Do you understand?”

You can’t even answer with a cry because you’re suddenly orgasmnig, hard, your pussy squeezing his cock in pulses. You can feel it from the tip of your head to the ends of your toes, entirely and utterly destroying you.

Cassian, unable to deal with his cock being strangled by your cunt, follows with a broken roar, his face nuzzling into your neck as his cums as deep as your body will allow him to go. 

He doesn’t let you go, just remains inside of you as your body collapses to the floor, trying to catch your breath. 

The gentleness he displays afterwards always proves that he can do things softly. It always draws a knowing smirk to your lips, but you never say anything because you love the burning throb between your legs, even if it is uncomfortable to walk.

Giving you the shirt off his back, you’re enveloped in his warmth and smell once more before he lifts your body into his arms. “I love you”, he says with a slight hint of uncertainty.

Grinning at him, your fingers curl a strand of his shoulder-length hair behind his rounded ear. “I love you so much and for what it’s worth, you’re also MINE.”

You fall into a peaceful sleep by the time Cassian flies you home, completely and utterly relaxed and thoroughly fucked enough that you were sure you were going to sleep for a week. One minute you’re high above Velaris with Cassian continuing his reministant stories, and the next you’re on a soft mattress, face pressed against Rhysand’s naked chest, Cassian’s heavy body thrown over your legs like he’s an oversize dog keeping his owners feet warm, and your hand tucked safely beneath Az’s head from where he lay next to Cass.

A kiss to your temple informs you that Rhys is still awake as you snuggle closer.

Everything about this felt right. You, with your mates, always.

[reidsfilm]

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 — SIMON RILEY

PARING: simon ''ghost'' riley x !fem reader

WARNINGS: SMUT!! (18+) pure filth, p in v, (wrap it up folks) unprotected sex, praise, petnames; bug, good girl, pretty girl etc, swearing, hair pulling, soft!dom ghost, oral (male receiving) aftercare. no use of y/n. simon being needy and desperate. slight dom! reader for a bit, creampie, cum eating, fluff.

SUMMARY: You and Simon were just casual until one day you weren't.

WORD COUNT : 6,3k

Notes: I wish fictional men were real. WHY AREN'T THEY!! not proofread.

Simon was never supposed to let anyone close, to let his whole stoic and brooding facade be weakened. He was a hard man, the years spent in the military have shaped him into something unbreakable.

Until you.

It was only supposed to be casual, shared cigarettes after a mission, and small chats, which led to numerous times spent in his barracks, his cock spearing you open each time. But you longed for it, to feel him against you, his praises and degrading words in your ear, his large scarred hands mapping out every inch of your body. His mouth caressing against your own. You'd never felt like this with anyone else, no other man has been able to bring you to this kind of ecstasy.

But this was only supposed to be casual. You weren't supposed to catch feelings, and neither was he. But you both knew you couldn't ignore them whenever you slept together. Or whenever you shared conversations about each other's past. Though you were more open about it than Simon, which was fair— you weren't going to force anything out of the man.

You knew how Simon worked, and vulnerability was a sight you did not often see whenever you were around the man. He was the most intriguing person you had ever met, and it only made you ever the more interested in him, and you knew you were in love with him.

But being just casual turned into something much more, though neither of you voiced your thoughts about it. Fleeting touches, eating together, and passing glances in the base hallway. It even went as far as her stopping using his callsign 'Ghost' and instead calling him Simon.

It was purely a slip-up once, and you had quickly apologized, though he was quick to say he didn't mind you using his real name. Because he didn't mind— at all. He liked the way his name sounded on your lips and was slowly itching to hear you say his name more, his name sounding sweet and like it was dipped in honey when it came out of your lips.

Your head lay on his chest, tracing shapes against his stomach as the two of you lay together in his bed, naked limbs tangled together. Smoke filled the room as Simon took another drag from his cigarette.

''You're quiet, what are you thinking about?'' You questioned, being met with silence from Simon. ''Simon?'' You moved your head so you could see his face, ''Us.'' Was all he said and your brows furrowed.

You sat up, the duvet slipping off down to your lap, exposing your naked upper body. Your chest was covered in love bites — something Simon had started doing more, like he was claiming you as his. Your breasts were full and supple and they moved when you turned to look at him.

''What are you thinking about that includes us?'' You questioned softly as you snatched the cigarette from his fingers, giving him a sly smile before taking a drag. ''You gonna cut me off?''

''Am I not good enough at giving head? Is that it? Or is it my lack of… experience?'' You questioned in a joking tone, though you were a little weary about what he had meant.

Simon takes the cigarette back from you. The filter is wet from your lips, something he quickly takes notice of. His eyes move up slowly, admiring your body before returning to your face. A small smile quirks up his lips at your cheeky question.

''You’ve never had complaints about either,'' he quips back with a smirk. ''And you’ll never hear one from me. Your mouth is good,'' he murmurs and brings the cigarette to his lips.

You hummed as you lifted the duvet off of your body before you straddled his hips. You once more took the cigarette from him, a teasing and taunting glint in your eyes as you giggled. ''Oh, is it good? Maybe I should practice on more men to get more opinions.'' You joked lightly as you stared down at him, though a dark look came across Simon's face at your words.

''I’m just joking. The only cock I want is yours.’’ You purred softly you traced your fingers over his stomach and up to his chest.

A sudden, irrational thought of your pretty, plump mouth wrapped around someone else's cock causes him to get angry in a flash.

He grabs your wrist, the cigarette nearly falling out of your hand as Simon suddenly sits up. His other hand grabs your jaw and his gaze locks with yours.

There’s a possessive, cold look in his eyes.

''You’re mine,'' he growls. ''Only mine.''

''I'm yours, baby,’’ You muttered softly as you looked at him, your eyes piercing through his dark ones. You used your free hand and placed it on his chest, over his heart. Before you reached over to the nightstand to put the cigarette out into the ashtray.

''The only man who can make me climax five times in a row is you.’’ You purred as you looked at him, caressing his chest. You felt his cock poking at your inner thigh, and you looked at Simon with a raised brow.

''Is the little man excited?’’ You questioned with a small giggle.

Your soft hand caressing over his chest helps to ease his possessive anger and Simon lets out a slow breath. He’s still simmering with jealousy but he can keep a handle on it now.

Simon looks down between their bodies and notes how his growing erection is pressing against you through the blanket. He leans forward and his breath tickles your ear as he replies with a low grumble.

''He gets excited just from you talking, love.''

You raised an eyebrow as you cocked her head to the side. ''Yeah? Is that so? Maybe I should give him some attention.'' You purred as your hand slipped down his chest, towards his stomach, and under the blanket, grabbing a firm hold of him and making Simon growl at your touch. ''Oh... he's hard as a rock. Poor baby.'' You cooed softly as you used your free hand to caress his jawline.

Simon's eyes close as you cup his throbbing cock in your hand. His hands grab your hips and he bites back a groan. Your touch sets his nerves on fire and your words fan the flames.

''Keep talking like that, love, and he’ll be coming very soon.''

''Yeah? Best get him inside me before that then.’’ You teased as you chucked the duvet off and to the side of the bed, exposing you both fully. You lifted your hips before situating yourself over his weeping cock, before slowly sinking down.

A soft moan slipped from your lips as you sunk down on him completely. ''Fuck… making me feel so full.'' You whimpered as you clutched onto his shoulders.

Simon moaned as your walls hugged him tightly and wrapped around his cock. ''So tight,'' he muttered huskily. ''And so perfect. This cunt was made for me.''

His hands grabbed your hips as you started riding him. The feeling was pure ecstasy. He’d never felt this way with anyone. You were unlike anyone before you. He was addicted. Addicted to you. Addicted to the way you felt.

''Bug...'' his voice was rough and his heart raced. He was falling in love with you without even meaning to.

Bug, the nickname used to carry mockery, now only served to make your stomach flutter. Simon had given you the nickname long before you became close because you irritated him— like a bug. A bug who always followed after him, ready to bite and latch onto him. You hated it at first, but now you couldn't help but find it endearing as it came from his mouth.

''Si…'' You whimpered as you clutched onto his shoulders, rocking your hips back and forth as you threw your head back in pure pleasure. Your breasts bounced at your movements, and your mouth opened and closed as your eyes shut. The feeling of having him inside you was heaven itself.

You had denied your feelings for him for way too long, but uncertain that Simon probably only wanted to continue your sex with no strings attached. But this moment brought your feelings up to the surface like an explosion.

The sounds of your flesh coming together filled the room. Simon was entranced by the sight of you riding him. He always was, it was like watching an angel.

His breathing was hitched and his grip on your hips was harder than it should have been. Most likely going to leave marks, but neither of you seemed to care.

He was falling for you. He wanted you. All of you. But he didn’t know how to say it without screwing everything up.

''You feel so good..'' he murmured between pants. ''So good for me.''

''You're the one that makes me feel good..'' You said between breaths as you continued to ride him, your hips rocking against him as you chased that high — that pure heavenly feeling you craved.

''Only one that makes me feel this good… just you... s'only you.'' You rambled on sweetly as you captured his lips in a searing kiss — an I am so fucking in love with you kiss.

One of your hands left his shoulder and instead gripped the back of his nape as your fingers threaded through his hair. ''I… I love you..''

You couldn't help the words from slipping from your lips as your mouth was against his. You had to let him know how you felt, how he made you feel. You weren't regretting it, not a bit.

Your declaration of love hits him like a truck. His heart raced and his blood pumped loudly in his ears. He had never been confessed to before. Never had anyone uttered those words to him. But he would only fool himself if he didn't admit it made him ecstatic.

He held your hips tightly as you rode him, his heart swelling at your soft words. His fingers dug into your skin as he kissed her back, filled with a sudden desperation to stay closer. To have all of you.

“I love you, bug...” he groaned as he panted against your lips.

He loved you— he actually loved you too. And your heart couldn't help but swell at the declaration. Only making your head feel all the more fuzzier.

''Mhm… I love you more.'' You muttered against his lips, your eyes locked as your hips ground against his, as his own hips pistons against your own. Your lips teasingly mingled close, your breaths hitting each other’s face. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers trailing softly against his back.

His cock twitched inside of you, making it known he was close.

Simon's heart pounded against his chest as you confessed your love for him again. He would never tire of hearing those words, never tire of looking into your eyes, and never tire of your sweet body against his.

He kissed you again, his fingers squeezing into your skin. He wanted to hold you to his chest and never let you go. Wanted to shield you from everything. He never wanted to leave your side. Simon wanted to be your man.

''Bug…'' he muttered. ''M'close, I'm close…'' Your walls clamped around him, squeezing his cock and making him groan.

''I know… I’m close too. Want you to fill me up. Make me yours, body and soul.'' You muttered as your breasts were squashed against his chest. Your pace quickened as one of Simon's hands held your hips while the other gripped the globe of your ass, groping and squeezing the flesh.

''You think I’d look good pregnant?'' You questioned as you rode him.

The thought just slipped into your mind, and the idea of being full and round with Simon's child did sound enticing.

Simon groaned as he heard those words. The idea of you bearing his child made a possessive thrill shoot through him and a feral growl tore itself from his lips. He held onto your hips tightly as his climax approached.

He’d never considered having children before, never cared for the thought. But the idea of you carrying his baby made him excited.

Happy.

You’d look gorgeous..'' he grunted as his thrusts grew more erratic. ''Would you let me give you my baby?'' He questioned as he panted.

''Yes… want to be filled with your cum and carry your child.'' You whined softly as you grew more tired of rocking your hips. Simon noticed and took charge, flipping you over so he hovered over you, before plunging back inside and making your back arch.

Simon settled between her spread thighs as he continued to plunge into her. Your words made his blood pound in his ears and his heart beat fiercely against his chest.

He would fill you up. Knock you up. Claim you as his.

Simon kissed you and whispered sweet nothings against your lips. ''Are you on birth control, bug?''

''Would you be mad if I said no? I have no intention of trapping you, unwillingly.'' You gasped as you scratched at his back, your breasts pressing up against his chest when you arched your back. Your pussy fluttered around his cock, feeling the familiar coil in your stomach hanging on by a thin thread.

Simon shook his head and peppered your neck with kisses. ''I want you to be mine,'' he growled. ''I'm yours. You're mine. I want to give you a baby.''

He pressed his forehead against yours, his thrusts slowing to languid but deep rolls of his hips. His breathing was labored as he panted, on edge but trying to draw out the pleasure.

''I won't pull out when I finish,'' he warned. ''I want you to get pregnant. Is that alright with you, love?''

''Yes… yes, I want that. Fill me up, paint my walls white.'' You moaned as he thrust into you, feeling your walls clamping around him as he twitched. You felt your climax nearing its peak, and you knew Simon was close too, by his movement increasing and the sound of your skin smacking against each other.

His balls slapping up against the underside of your ass.

Simon continued to slowly roll his hips, trying to hold out and not finish too soon. He wanted to make you finish first.

One of his hands grabbed your jaw and he turned your head so you would focus on him. His hazel eyes were heavy-lidded, his breath leaving him in heavy gasps, and his face flushed.

''You gonna cum for me, love?'' The pad of his finger rubs over your bottom lip. ''This cute little cunt takes me so well. ''Gonna cum on my cock, hm?

You nodded as you looked up at him, your eyes locked with his hazel eyes. The coil in your stomach was at a breaking point and before you knew it your orgasm came washing over you. ''Si...fuck... so good.''' You babbled as your juices coated around his cock, dripping out from your sopping pussy.

You arched your back more as you let out a wanton and loud moan, the sound bouncing off the walls as you buried your head in the pillows, your eyes rolling back in sheer delight.

Your orgasm triggered his own and he groaned out loud, his hips snapping forward as you came deep inside you. His cum spurts into you and as promised, coats your gummy walls white.

His orgasm tore through him powerfully and he could only manage to hold himself up by his elbow before he collapsed onto your body. He buried his head in the junction between your neck and shoulder and caught his breath against your skin.

You had never felt so blissed out and spent before. Sure, the other times you two had sex, it was good. But in those times you were only fucking for your own pleasures. But this was on a whole other level, this was to people who were deeply in love and connected to each other, making love.

''Fuck… mhm…'' You breathed out as you came down from your high. Your body twitched and writhed underneath him, as Simon was still buried inside you. He sat up and pulled out, making you whine as some of his cum spurted out onto your lower stomach.

You stared up at him and watched as he panted.

You watched the muscles in his body contract and his large cock growing soft against his stomach. His cum dribbled down out of your puffy hole, staining the sheets.

Simon looked down where his cum had leaked out of you and groaned at the display.

The sight of you covered in his cum did something to him. Made his possessive instincts flare up. You were marked by him and he liked it. He thoroughly enjoyed seeing you like this.

''Look at you. This pretty little cunt and stomach, covered in my cum.'' He muttered as he leaned down to kiss your cheek. ''Lay still. I want you… messy and reeking of me.''

You whined as he kissed your cheek then your forehead and lastly your lips. He chuckled softly at your whine before leaning over to open a drawer and taking out a Polaroid camera. ''You gonna take a picture of me like this?'' You questioned, your words so soft and almost a mere whisper as you stared up at him.

Your thighs were still quite shaky, a thin layer of sweat covered your naked skin. Your chest heaved as you breathed.

Simon looked down at you with a smirk, his eyes dark with desire just from the sight of you. God, you were perfect.

''How did you know?'' He murmurs, snapping a picture. He watched as it developed in his hand and another smirk tugged at his lips.

''God, you know how to make a man feral.'' He looked down at the picture, with your legs spread wide, your cheeks flushed and your half-lidded eyes looking up at the camera. His cum covering your stomach and leaking out of your pussy.

''Yeah?’'' You questioned as you sat up, taking a tissue and wiping your stomach clean. ''I want you to use me…'' You muttered as you crawled over to the edge of the bed. Simon growled as he watched you, giving your ass a soft smack.

You got down onto the floor, settling on your knees, as you looked over at him. You licked at your lips, your eyes gleaming. ''Please?''

''Bug, we gotta get you cleaned up first.'' He spoke as he neared the edge of the bed, settling down on it with his legs spread. His cock which was soft slowly stirring back to life again. You licked your lips again at the sight.

''Later, I want to make you feel good. Wanna be a good girl for you.'' You stared up at him, wide doe eyes piercing into his hazel eyes. Simon stared down at you, and god did you look good on your knees, all for him.

He leaned down on the edge of the bed and his hands reached out to cup her face. ''Are you sure?'' he asked softly, his thumb stroking the flesh of your cheek.

He wasn’t going to push you to do anything you didn’t want to. He never wanted to make you uncomfortable or push your boundaries. You were the one in control, and Simon would let you do anything you wanted, he just needed to hear you say it.

''I want to mouth on you.'' You purred as you nuzzled your cheek against his thumb, You shifted closer to his spread legs, your lips salivating at the sight before you.

His cock was thick, veins sticking out here and there. And his cockhead was the same color as his pretty lips.

Simon stared down at her, his pulse quickening as anticipation coursed through his veins.

''Baby...'' he whispered as he watched you press closer, his eyes dark with lust and need. The pet name came out of his mouth before he had even registered it, but you seemed to like it as you shuffled closer.

His hand threaded itself into your hair, his fingers clenching in your locks. ''You’re going to be the death of me, you know that, don't you? You're going to be my undoing.''

His other hand came to rest on your shoulder, his thumb tracing the skin tenderly.

His eyes watched your every movement, his gaze hot and heavy. It always amazed him how someone so innocent could look so sinful at the same time.

He gently tugged on your hair, his breath coming in soft pants. ''Go on, love. Stop staring at me like that, I might just cum from that look alone.''

You shifted a bit closer until you were between his spread knees. You were a sight to behold, sitting on your knees looking so pretty.

''Mmm... I’m just taking my time.'' you purred before leaning forward to run the tip of your tongue along the underside of his shaft.

''You like that, right?'' you whispered, your tongue still tracing his cock.

You could feel him straining, could see him twitch. Your gaze never left his. Your hand reached out and wrapped around him, pumping slowly. She watched as his eyes fluttered closed and he groaned, his fingers tightening in your hair. ''Bloody hell..'' he muttered huskily.

''Mmm.. seems like I’m doing a good job so far then,'' you said quietly, your thumb rubbing at the crown.

''I’m just getting started though.''

You began to pepper his cock with kisses, starting up at the underside all the way to the head before making your way back down.

You swirled your tongue around the flared head, He groaned again, louder this time. You gave the head small kitten licks.

''You’re being cruel, love.'' he bit out in a strained voice. ''Stop teasing me. Please.''

It wasn't often you found yourself hearing Simon beg. It was a rare occurrence. Usually, he'd just take what he wanted from you, forcing your mouth down on his cock and making you gag on it until you were crying. But now he was begging, pleading for you to give him more.

To have your lips wrap around him.

You smirked, your eyes filled with mischief. ''I’m not teasing you. I’m just giving you attention.''

You kept up with the kitten licks, purposely avoiding taking him into your mouth. ''You're fucking evil you know that, love?'' Simon groaned as he let his head loll back, eyes closed, his breath coming in short.

''Just give me that mouth of yours like a good girl, please.''

There it was again, that desperate tone of voice. It made you wanna hold back even more, have him completely and utterly under your control.

You chuckled at this. ''Impatient, Lieutenant?'' you questioned, knowing you were winding him up.

''Maybe I’ll just keep up this slow, torturous pace until you’re begging me to let you come.''

He growled angrily at her response. ''You've got a mouth on ya, don't you love?''

He pulled your hair, forcing your head back so he could look you in the eyes. ''You’re really going to make me beg, hm? Are you getting off on this, love? Is this making your pussy all creamy, hm?'' His tone was condescending, but it only seemed to further spur you on.

Having Simon who was a hard nut to crack, at her beck and call. Yeah, it felt damn fucking good.

''Maybe I am,'' you said confidently. ''Maybe I’m loving the thought of you at my mercy for once.''

His grip on your hair tightened, tugging again and making a small gasp slip from your lips. He hated being desperate. But he hated being at someone's mercy even more.

He let out a frustrated huff, his body shuddering involuntarily as your breath ghosted over his skin. ''You want me to beg? Then I’ll beg. I’ll do whatever you want, just give me those lips, love.''

He found himself almost wincing at how pathetic he sounded.

You hummed in response, your gaze shifting between his face and the straining cock poking you in the cheek. You let out a soft, fake sigh, a smirk still on your lips, and you looked up at him.

''Poor Lieutenant Riley. So desperate for my lips around his cock.''

''Yes.'' he bit out. ''Now be a good girl and give me your pretty mouth, please.''

Simon hated the way his voice wavered. How eager it sounded, how needy it sounded.

''Well, since you asked so nicely,” You said and finally, and finally, you took him into your mouth, a soft moan leaving you.

You began to bob your head as your tongue stroked the underside, your eyes still locked on his. ''That’s it, love. Just like that.''

Simon groaned as your tongue worked him. He watched you, his eyes darkened by lust.

''Christ. Your mouth feels so good. This mouth was made for my fuckin cock.''

You hummed, the noise sending pleasant vibrations through him, the sound only encouraging you more. One of your hands started to fondle his balls, your fingers applying a gentle but firm pressure.

Your free hand settled on his stomach, your fingers tracing patterns into his skin.

Simon groaned loudly, his head rolling back briefly. Your hand on his stomach was both soothing and arousing, your touch soft but firm.

He wanted so badly to push your head down and thrust into your warm, wet mouth but he held back, digging his fingers into your scalp.

''That’s it, love. You’re so good. So good for me. Just a little bit more. You can take it, I know you can.''

You kept up your pace, your mouth and tongue working diligently. You could feel the muscles in his cock tense under your touch, could hear his breathing start to become labored.

You could tell he was getting close, could feel his pulse fluttering against your tongue, and you were determined to get him over the edge.

Simon's breaths grew shallower, his body tense and quivering. The hand in your hair tightened his grip firm but not painful.

''Bloody fuckin hell. I’m close, love.'' he groaned. ''I'm gonna come. And you’re going to swallow every drop, understand?''

You looked up at him with hooded eyes and a full mouth, giving him a hum of acknowledgment. Your hand moved from his stomach to his thigh, digging your nails into the skin there, wanting to mark him in any way you could.

Your eyes started to water, feeling your jaw growing tense.

Simon's eyes darkened almost feral. ''You're taking me so well. Yeah, just like that, pretty thing.''

His free hand reached out and caught a tear that slipped free, his thumb tracing the trail it left. He couldn’t deny the way his heart twisted at the sight, how it both aroused him and made him feel guilty.

You whimpered around him as he so gently caught your tears, the look in his eyes and the feel of his hands on your skin making you lightheaded.

''You look beautiful like that.''

''You’re doing so well, love. Just a little bit more, okay?'' he muttered, feeling himself growing closer to the edge.

''So good for me, aren’t you?'' He continued to praise you, and they went straight to your pussy. His praises never failed to make your head feel fuzzy and mushed.

You hummed in response, your body shuddering as the sound vibrated through him. You could feel his cock swelling in your mouth, knowing he was close.

Your nails dug into his skin hard enough that he knew she would leave marks. He wanted you to, wanted something to show how much he was yours.

''So close, love. Just a little more.''

His hips began to jerk involuntarily, seeking that release he needed. His muscles were coiled tight with anticipation and his breaths were little more than pants now.

He was so close, teetering on the edge. His head was reeling, his eyes only half open and his heart rate spiked. And with one last swipe of your tongue, he came, your name leaving his lips like a choked whimper. He trembled with the force of it, his body twitching as waves of pleasure wracked through him.

His cum spurted into your mouth and you didn't waste a second on swallowing, lapping it all up like a starved person.

Simon's hand gripped your hair weakly at first, before gathering a fistful of it. He let his head loll back, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

''Christ,'' He muttered as he felt your tongue clean him gently. He was dazed and reeling, his mind fuzzy with pleasure and his body heavy.

He glanced down at you, his eyes raking over you, taking in her appearance. Your messy hair, your tear-streaked cheeks, your flushed and sweaty skin. You were a beautiful mess and it was a sight he would never forget.

His hand in your hair loosened, before gently scratching at your scalp as he slowly came down from his high. Once his breaths started to even out he gently tugged on your hair, signaling for you to come up.

''Come here, love,'' he said, his voice still gruff and raspy.

His hand in your hair encouraged you up to a standing position and he immediately tugged you into his lap, straddling his thighs.

He cupped the sides of your face with both hands, his thumbs gently wiping away your remaining tears.

He took you in, his eyes roving over your face, noting the tear tracks and his chest ached. You were gorgeous like this, but it also hurt seeing you like this, being the one to make you cry.

''You did so well for me, love,'' he said softly, his tone warm and tender. ''You have no idea how beautiful you are like this, do you?''

You buried your head against his shoulder, a whine leaving your lips at his words as you nuzzled against him. His hand went into her hair, caressing the back of her head. ''My pretty girl, did so good. Such a good girl.''

His hands moved down to your hips, holding them in a firm but gentle grip. ''Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,'' he murmured.

You gave a small nod, still feeling a bit dazed. You felt weak in the knees, your body shaky and sensitive.

''Okay,'' you whispered, your voice soft and a bit hoarse.

Simon gently lifted you up, shifting your weight so he could stand comfortably. He made a mental note to go get some water for your throat later.

He took you into the bathroom, setting you down on the edge of the sink and standing in front of you.

He started to gently clean you up, using a warm, damp cloth to wipe away the tear tracks on your cheeks and the sticky cum on your inner thighs and folds. You hissed at the feeling, leaning forward to rest your forehead against his chest. ''I know baby, shh, I know you're sensitive.'' You only whined once more in response.

He was gentle and meticulous, taking care of you as though you were a fragile doll. His touch was tender and affectionate, his usually cold eyes soft. And you were a fragile doll, to him.

Once he had cleaned her up to his satisfaction, Ghost picked her up and carried her back to the bedroom. ''Let's get ya back to bed.'' He took you over to the bed and gently laid you down, his actions and his eyes tender.

He got in beside you, pulling the covers over them and wrapping an arm around you. He pulled you against him so your back was flush with his chest, his large form surrounding her in a protective embrace.

"You alright, love?" he murmured, gently nuzzling his face into the back of your neck. Simon was feeling surprisingly tender now, the weight of his emotions bearing down on him.

You let out a small hum of contentment, feeling safe and warm in his embrace. Despite the slight soreness between your legs, you were feeling relaxed and at ease.

"Yeah, I'm good," you whispered, snuggling back against him.

''You sure?'' he asked, his voice still gruff but soft. His arm tightened around you, holding you closer. He always got a bit more protective and attentive after sex. It was a habit he couldn’t seem to break, and nor did he want to.

"Yeah, I’m sure," you replied, your eyes closing at the feeling of being so close to him. You reached up and put your hand over his, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"I feel good. A bit sore, but good,” you admitted a small chuckle leaving you. There would never come a day where you complained about Simon leaving your pussy sore and bruised. Ever.

He hummed, placing a kiss on your shoulder. ''Good,'' he said, a hint of possessiveness in his voice.

You felt a pang of concern for him, knowing how closed off and reserved he could be about his emotions.

''Are you good?'' you asked softly, rolling over in his arms so you were facing him. Simon took a moment to answer, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looked at you. Finally, he gave a short nod. ''Yeah, love. I'm good,'' he said, his voice gruff and low.

You watched him closely, your eyes searching his. There was something in his expression that made you hesitate, afraid of what his answer might be.

''Did you mean it when you said you loved me?'' You asked, your voice quiet and soft. Your eyes roamed over his face, taking in the faint white scars and the faint freckles on his cheeks and nose.

His eyes darkened momentarily, and he was silent for a moment.

Finally, he spoke, his voice low and gruff. ''Yeah. I meant it.''

The weight of his words hit you, and you felt your heart flutter. You knew he wasn’t one to voice his feelings often, so for him to say that he loved you…it was huge.

''Okay,'' you said, your voice cracking slightly. ''Okay.''

You burrowed into his chest, burying your face in his chest hair. Simon wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. He could feel you trembling slightly, but he didn’t comment on it. He knew you were probably trying to process his words.

He let his hands gently stroke your hair, his movements slow and soothing.

As you clung to him, Simon's mind started to wander. It bothered him, that nagging uncertainty. He needed to hear you say it too.

His chest felt tight with the words, and his heart was racing, but he needed to know if this was real, if you loved him too.

''Bug,'' he murmured, his voice thick. ''Did you mean it when you said you loved me, too?''

You let out a shaky breath, your heart skipping a beat at his question. You had said it in the heat of the moment, driven by passion and pleasure, but now…now it felt huge and overwhelming.

You took a moment to gather her thoughts, her fingers tracing small patterns on his chest.

''Yeah,'' you whispered. ''I meant it.''

Simon felt his chest tighten at your words, a mixture of relief and disbelief washing over him. He had hoped you felt the same, but he hadn’t dared to get his hopes up.

He pulled you closer if that was even possible, holding you almost desperately. ''Christ, bug,'' he muttered, his voice gruff but wavering slightly. ''Say it again. Tell me again.''

He needed to hear you say it to him again, afraid his ears might have betrayed him.

You couldn’t help but smile, feeling a warm rush of affection for this gruff and reserved man.

You pulled back slightly so you could look at him, your gaze locked with his. ''I love you,'' you said again, clearly and firmly. ''I love you, Simon.''

And you did, and there was no way you would ever go back on your words. This cold and standoffish man had wormed his way into your heart. Hearing his name from your lips was a sucker punch to the gut. His whole body shivered and his heart stumbled in his chest.

''God,'' he grunted, his voice thick and raw with emotion. ''Bug, say it again, just once more.'' He sounded almost pleading, desperate to hear those three words again.

You could see the raw emotion in his eyes, the pleading and desperate look on his face. You felt your heart clench in her chest, his vulnerability and need for reassurance surprising you.

You reached up, gently cupping the side of his face, your thumb stroking against the faint stubble. You met his gaze firmly, your voice tender and earnest as you said, ''I love you, Simon.''

Simon's eyes fluttered shut as the words left your lips. It was like they were a soothing balm on his roughened soul, helping to ease the ache in his chest. He let out a shaky breath, his arms wrapping around you tightly, holding you against him as though you were his lifeline.

And you were, he knew that deep down.

''Love you, too, so damn much,'' He muttered, the words hoarse and low against your ear.

You let out a soft giggle, feeling giddy and lightheaded from the emotions swirling around you. You snuggled closer into him, enjoying the feeling of being held in his strong arms.

''Is this you…asking me to be your girlfriend?'' You asked, your voice playful and soft.

He pulled back slightly so he could look at you, his gaze intense and serious.

''I'm asking you to be my girlfriend. I'm asking you to be my future wife. And the mother of my children.'' his voice was rough with emotion.

You felt your heart slam against your chest, your breath catching in your throat. Simon had just asked you to be his girlfriend and to be his wife. And on top of that, the mother of children.

You felt overwhelmed and dizzy, your emotions and the words and the implications of what he was asking you crashing over you like a wave. You just stared at him for a moment, stunned into silence, until you finally managed to find your voice. “Yes,” you whispered. ''Yes, to all of it.''

As soon as the word left your lips Simon felt something inside his chest that he hadn’t felt in a long time. Hope.

He let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding, his face softening slightly. ''Yeah?'' he asked, his tone still gruff but filled with a hint of excitement.

It touched something sweet and painful inside you, that this big strong man was still so unsure about your feelings for him. You reached up, gently cupping the side of his face.

''Yes,'' you repeated. ''Yes. I want to be your girlfriend. And your wife. And the mother of your children. I want all of it.''

He needed you so close that there was no space between you, that you were one and the same.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, muttering the words against your skin. “That's all I've wanted.''

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[mermaidgirl30]

✨Caught In the Act✨

Pre-outbreak! Joel Miller x Roommate! fem reader

A/N: Thank you to @littlevenicebitch69 for showing me that video that sparked the inspiration for this fic 😘 No beta, but I had so much fun writing this one!

Summary: Thinking you’re home alone, you decide to unwind in bed, but the last thing you expect is to have Joel Miller, the man you’re renting a room from, find you naked in bed.

Word Count: 4.1k

Rating: Explicit 18+ Only MDNI

Tags: Vibrator use, porn with plot, yearning, feelings, infatuation, fingering, unprotected piv, creampie, dirty talk, roommates

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

The sunlight trickles against the sheer curtains as the room swelters with heat. The buzzing sounds fill the bedroom as your hips rock against the silk sheets, your fingers curling with every meticulous circle the vibrator makes against your swollen clit. 

   “Joel,” you moan freely, knowing he isn’t home, not at this hour of the day. It’s just you and your breathy whispers of his name, pretending the vibrator is his thick fingers stifling an orgasm from your needy clit, pretending the dampening sheets are his greying tousled curls as you tug and pull, pretending his large tongue is consuming you entirely as another moan slips from your lips.

   You shouldn’t be thinking about the man you’re renting a room from like this, shouldn’t be moaning his name while your vibrator is pressed firmly against your bundle of nerves, but you just can’t help yourself. He’s just so hot the way his veiny hands open whiskey bottles as his strong muscles clench tight around his button-up flannels he always looks so damn good in. And he’s so fucking sexy the way he smirks while his Southern drawl falls from his plush lips every single time he talks to you with those big brown eyes that you just want to sink into. You can’t help but want him all the time, even though you really shouldn’t.

   “Ohhh, fuck,” you whine as you hit that spot, right where it feels like you’re about to shed your orgasm at any second. So you speed up your motions, pressing down harder as you moan his name again, letting it fall off your lips like he’s here with you now, like he’s taking you exactly how you like it. 

   You’re breathing so hard and focusing on your ragged breaths and the sounds of the whirring vibrator that you don’t even hear the door being jarred open or see the brooding man that stands against your bedroom door. You don’t notice until you hear that thick, undeniable voice that only belongs to one man. That man being Joel fucking Miller.

   “Jesus Christ, sweetheart. Moanin’ my name and I ain’t even touchin’ you? Must want it bad,” he chuckles, a large smirk pressed on his mouth as he leans with crossed arms against your painted door frame.

   You jump from the sudden intrusion and shut the vibrator off, panting and sweating from your almost orgasm as you work to throw the covers over your naked body. “Jesus, Joel! I didn’t know you were home. I'm sorry… I.” Fuck. This wasn’t supposed to happen, he wasn’t supposed to see you like this! 

   He stops you mid sentence, holding up his large palm as he clears his throat. “Ain’t gotta apologize, sweetheart. Why don’t you just carry on? Besides, I could hear you moanin’ my name the moment I stepped in the house. Not gonna lie, it kinda turned me on. And then walkin’ in and seein’ this? Well, jus’ pull those covers back and let me see that pretty glistenin’ pussy. You want a little assistance there?” he nods, eyes darkening into black pits as you see the outline of his hard cock beneath his worn jeans. 

   You swallow and choke on your own spit, eyes widening as you slowly reveal your slick center to him once again as you spread your legs wide. “There ya go, sweetheart. Look at how fuckin’ wet you are. Goddamn,” he groans as he rakes a large hand slowly over his greying scruff. “Go on, be a good girl and turn the vibrator back on for me,” he replies in a raspy tone that sets your core on fire.

   You slowly press the button, letting the vibrations slow your pounding heart rate as you stare up at the man you’ve been dreaming about from the moment you stepped foot into this house. “You want me to…”

   He nods, dropping his jaw open as he takes in just how wet you already are for him. “Yeah, put it back on that pretty clit, sweetheart. Wanna see.”

   Your mouth parts open the moment you place it on your throbbing mound, your mouth dropping open as you gaze up into pitch black eyes that want to consume you whole. You hold in a moan, spreading your legs wider as the vibrator circles against your puffy clit, but what feels even better is Joel standing there drinking down the image of you getting yourself off while he watches. 

   “Goddamn, darlin’. Look at you,” he whistles, untucking his flannel shirt from his jeans as he stalks over to the edge of the bed, kicking his boots off as his body weight makes the bed cave as he crawls on top of the sheets.

   “Joel,” you whine, watching his big black eyes come closer as he props himself up beside you, one hand coming down on top of yours while the other tucks a lock of hair behind your ear.

   “Let me jus’ give you a hand there, sweetheart. Let me take control,” he growls, grabbing onto the end of the vibrator as he presses it further into your folds, circling slow, meticulous circles as he draws a breathy moan from you. 

   “That’s it, Attagirl,” he praises as your back arches off the bed, taking the vibrator a level up as he grinds it against your slick folds.

   “Ooooh, fuck,” you whine, twisting your fingers into the soft material of his flannel while his gorgeous face hangs just over yours, his big eyes making another wave of slick slip from your center.

   “Feels good, don’t it? Yeah, right there,” he purrs as he pushes it down close to your dripping hole, hitting that one special spot that makes your legs start to shake.

   “Yes, Joel. Please, don’t stop,” you beg as you grip his forearm with a tight fist.

   “I’m not gonna stop till that pretty pussy’s soakin’ my hand, sweetheart,” he smirks, turning the vibrations up even higher as your body hums with electricity from his touch. “If I would’ve known sooner that you’ve been wantin’ this, I would’ve already been on my knees with my mouth between your thighs,” he groans as another moan comes crashing through the room.

   You start to feel the coils snap in your belly, and then hot heat starts to slide down your spine as your orgasm starts to break. “Joel, I’m not gonna - fuck, I’m coming!” you scream as you let the floodgates open and latch on to his veiny wrist.

   “Jesus Chris, you’re fuckin’ soakin’ me,” he says in awe as slick sprays from your pussy, coating his hand in your release as your back arches off the mattress and your body hums with your intense orgasm. Joel works you through it, calling you a good girl as he shuts the vibrator off and just slowly circles it over your aching center until you’re coherent enough to open your eyes and breathe normally again.

   He throws the vibrator to the side and slides a calloused hand carefully from your neckline, in between your breasts, skating down your abdomen, and ending right above your mound. He smiles down at you as he takes his time to ghost his fingers over your soaked folds, stifling a whimper from your lips as he hovers over your puffy clit. 

   “You look so pretty comin’ undone, darlin’. Wanna see it again, this time wanna really feel it.” He presses the pad of his thumb down on your bundle of nerves, drawing meticulous circles, making you cant your hips up as you soak in the way his fingers feel like pure magic. 

   “Oh god, please,” you beg, throwing your head back as he slips a finger inside your dripping hole. 

   “I got you, sweetheart. Gonna make you feel real good now, jus’ hold tight.” Before you know what’s coming, he crashes his lips down on yours and swallows a moan as he curls another finger inside, stretching your walls as he reaches that soft spongy spot that you can never reach yourself.

   You lean into the kiss, breathing in his woodsy scent, tasting the sweat of the Austin sun on his lips, feeling the way he slips his tongue inside your mouth and swallows every sound you make while he repeatedly fucks his fingers deep inside your pussy, making you feel like you’re floating on thin air. 

   You wrap your arms around his neck, pushing your fingers through his dark tousled curls as a groan leaves his lips and enters your mouth while he repeatedly takes the breath from your lips. He licks inside you while his thick fingers make wet, obscene sounds as he fucks deeper, uncoiling that same tension he already snapped just minutes ago as he repeats the process all over again.

   He unhooks from your lips, finds a steady rhythm as he slips from your hole and full on rocks his fingers up and down your folds, brushing the heel of his wrist over your puffy clit that screams for him to take you over the edge again. 

   The room is suddenly too hot with his weight on your chest, his expert fingers moving at an impossibly fast pace as your core burns hot and bright, begging for him to make you come again.

   “Jesus, fuck - I’m right there. God, it feels so fucking good, Joel,” you stifle as your jaw slackens and your body starts to vibrate the more his fingers work and work at your core. 

   He slips two fingers back inside you, hitting that one spot that makes you see stars, and then he’s whispering filthy words against your parted lips. “Such a good fuckin’ girl lettin’ me use these fingers on that pretty pussy, wonder what you’d feel like takin’ my cock next,” he smirks as he nips at your bottom lip, pulling another moan from your throat. 

   “Please, Joel,” you beg.

   “Is that an invitation, sweetheart?” he chuckles, raising a thick eyebrow as he looks you deep in the eyes with those beautiful brown eyes that are blown wide.

   “Yes, want your cock, Joel. Want you to - oh, fill me up - fuck,” you whine as you feel your release start to flow down your insides. 

   “Yeah, fuckin’ spill for me, that’s it. Atta fuckin’ girl,” he growls as he presses deep inside that spongy spot, and then you’re completely done for. The slick pools down your core, covering Joel’s knuckles and the inside of your thighs as the orgasm takes a hold and knocks your head back against the cotton pillow.

   “That’s it. So pretty, baby,” he coos as he works you through it once again. 

   The fog fills your brain as every euphoric feeling takes its hold on you, holding you down against the damp sheets as you focus on the man that hangs above you. When you finally come to your senses, Joel uncurls his fingers from your core and pops the digits into his mouth, sucking and groaning as he indulges in your sweet taste. 

   “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, you taste better than a shot of whiskey,” he groans as he delves his fingers back inside you, collecting slick on the tips of his calloused fingers and brings it up to your lips. “Open up, sweetheart. Try a taste,” he purrs.

   You part your lips and allow him to enter. You take his two fingers and suck, glancing at him with glazed over eyes as your sweet taste slides down the back of your throat. 

   “Goddamn. That’s picture worthy, sweetheart. You suckin’ on my fingers while you lick off your own slick? Jesus Christ, you’re gonna fuckin’ ruin me,” he murmurs as he looks at you with wide, blown out eyes.

   You giggle as you tip your head up, wrapping your fingers around the collar of his flannel as you tug, pulling just enough to expose a trail of dark chest hair that’s saturated in sweat. “Just like you’ll ruin me. But I’m okay with that. Just need you right now,” you pant out, popping open more of the buttons of his flannel until he gets the hint and throws it off, exposing his broad, muscular chest that’s beaded in glistening sweat, and his happy trail disappears under the material of his dark jeans.

   “You want me inside you, sweetheart?” he whispers as you hurriedly unbuckle his belt and start popping open the top button. 

   “Yes, want your cock inside me. Please, I need you,” you beg as he smiles down at you with glossy brown eyes.

   “Need me to fill you up? Want me to fuck you nice ‘n deep?” he smirks as he unzips his jeans and slides them off his legs, his boxers following swiftly after.

   You gulp as his massive cock springs up against his soft tummy, taking in just how big he is as precum spills from the slit. You gawk at him when he wraps a hand around his large length and starts spreading the precum up and down his shaft meticulously. 

   “Mhm,” is all you can get out as you watch him stroke himself up and down. Fuck. 

   “Spread those legs then, sweetheart,” he smirks as he positions himself right between your legs. You can only whine and knead your breasts together as he takes the tip and slides it along your folds, collecting slick on his swollen tip that’s red and throbbing just for you. He rubs it along your overstimulated clit and chuckles when you pant his name out. 

   “So fuckin’ beautiful,” he drawls as he positions himself at the entrance of your sopping wet hole. “Such a messy girl, too. All this for me? Goddamn. Gonna fill you up real good.” Before you have time to say anything, he thrusts inside you, filling you so full as you gasp at the wide stretch he makes.

   “Jesus Christ, you’re tight, darlin’. Jus’ needed this big cock to stretch you out, s’that right?” he groans, caging you in with his muscular arms as he ruts deeper inside you, filling you to the brim with every languid stroke of his massive cock.

   You throw your head back, clawing your nails down his broad back as you moan nonsense while he generously slides his thick length back and forth, slipping out just enough to ram back inside you with a sting to your insides as his tip continually kisses the back of your cervix. 

   It’s like you can’t get enough, need more of him, need every inch of his skin to crawl into yours as he takes you to the edge again. You’ve never felt a stretch like this, never been so cock hungover, not until Joel fucking Miller slipped inside you, and you’re afraid you won’t ever get enough of him now. 

   “More,” you beg, panting from every motion of the snap of his hips, moaning every time he’s deep inside your clenched walls, splitting them open with every single rutting motion he gives.

   “You want more, sweetheart? I’ll give you more. Yeah, give you jus’ what you want,” he smirks as he bends your knees up, folding you into a pancake shape as he crawls over you with his beautiful, broad body. “Careful what you ask for. Might not be able to take it,” he chuckles, eyes darkening with trouble written all over them. 

   He spears inside you, thrusting so deep that you swear you feel him inside your stomach, hitting that spongy spot that makes you gasp as your back arches off the damp sheets. “Fuckkkk,” you moan, your voice carrying through the entire room as his deep grunts collide with yours.

   “Yeah, s’right. Take it,” he growls, nipping at your collarbone as your fingers fist in his tousled curls. “Be a good girl and come on my cock,” he demands as his hips thrust violently against yours.

   You have no more control. The room is heavy and hot as your musk and sweat collect over the other, your fingers dragging down his back as you clench up and let your sweet release slip out, coating him in your slick. “Joel, feels - fuck, I’m coming,” you moan into the shell of his ear.

   He stills his thrusts for a few seconds, feeling your walls clench around his cock as you start to soak him, the flow not stopping even as you tilt your head back and scream from the blistering heat that settles in your core.

   “Oh, that’s a good fuckin’ girl. Squeezin’ so tight, milkin’ me with that slippery cum, Jesus Christ,” he moans as he thrusts back into you, not wasting a moments time as he chases his own release.

   You settle into a fog, his deep pants and groans reverberating off the walls as his heavy hands settle on your hips, fucking into you so deep that you feel drunk and so full of him that you swear you should be satiated, but you’re not. You’d let him pump you full of his cock all night in every different position, if only you could continue to do this night after night.

   “‘M not gonna last, sweetheart. Where do you want me?” He grinds his teeth together in concentration as he tries to hold it in just a little longer.

   “Inside me. Fill me up, handsome,” you purr.

   His jaw ticks, and something like fire lights in his glossy eyes, and a devilish smirk forms on his plush lips as he thrusts once, twice, three more times and then pounds you as hard as he can. He leans his forehead against yours and lets out a guttural groan, feeling the white ropes of cum paint the back of your cervix as he gushes all inside you.

   “Fuck me,” he moans, not willing to move till he has all of him spilled inside your walls. He slowly pulls out of you, and you feel the warmth of your own slick and his release mix together as it gushes outside your pussy and down your thighs.

   “Look at you, such a pretty little mess you are, ain’t ya,” he smiles, staring at your legs splayed wide as he dips a finger down against folds, collecting the mixed cum together on his index finger. “Open up, pretty girl,” he smirks.

   He takes his index finger and slots it between your glossy lips, letting you lick and suck on his finger. You swear his eyes widen even further as his black pupils expand into pure lust. “So good,” you moan, wrapping your lips around his finger as you tease and suck on his slick covered digit.

   “Goddamn, look at you. You’re jus’ a wicked little tease, ain’t ya?” he groans, dragging the finger from your lips and pulling it into his warm mouth, sucking with a deliciously hungry groan that makes your eyes widen with heat. “Delicious,” he smirks as he pops his own digit from his mouth, grinding out another moan from your throat as he topples on the bed beside you.

   You both breathe raggedly as you look from one to the other, both locked in a heated staring match, his fingertips lingering on the back of your neck as he pulls you closer to his glistening chest. “That was…” 

   “Unexpected, but amazin’ all the same,” he finishes with a smile curled around his mouth. “You’re tellin’ me you’ve been livin’ in this house for moments, and you weren’t plannin’ on tellin’ me you thought ‘bout me in bed?” His eyebrows raise, and he looks at you square in the eyes, a sly smirk crossing his mouth.

   “I didn’t wanna risk getting kicked out,” you say with your lips molded together in a tight gesture. 

   “Kicked out, huh?” He chuckles and shakes his tousled curls. “Sweetheart, I found you in your bed moanin’ my name. Hell, you could’ve told me that first day you walked in. Think I would’ve taken you right there on the counter if I knew you were into me,” he chuckles.

   “Get out of here,” you laugh as you playfully push him in the chest. “You would not have.”

   “Oh yes I would. Thought you were a knockout from the minute you came through the front door with those little daisy dukes and those beautiful eyes. Shit, I’ve had a thing for you since day one, sweetheart.”

   You purse your lips and give him a once over, assessing his genuine brown eyes that seem covered in softness. Holy shit. He’s being serious. “Really?” you ask breathlessly.

   “Really,” he nods, curling his fingers through your hair and pulling you forward, till your mouth collides with his in a long, sensuous kiss that sends music running through your ears. His lips feel like velvet, and his tongue tastes like cinnamon. 

   When you fall away from his lips, he smiles. “We gonna make this a habit?”

   “Do you want to make this a habit?” you ask with a raised brow, hope stirring in your chest.

   “I mean, ‘course I do, darlin’. A pretty thing like you should be fucked well and taken on nice dates. Think we got the fuckin’ part down, jus’ gotta take ya to dinner now.” He winks and flashes his honey-glazed eyes, and you feel as if you could drown in those syrupy eyes. 

   “That what you tell all the girls who turn into your roommate?” you giggle.

   “Now, sweetheart. You’re rentin’ a room from me. If you wanna be roommates, then technically you’d need to stay in my room, in my bed, in my arms,” he smiles as he pulls you flush to his broad chest, draping an arm around the back of your hip as his fingers softly tease at your soft skin.

   You hum into his touch, giving him a dreamy smile as you drag your nails against his silver scruff. “Roommates, huh? Is that what we’re gonna be?”

   “Roommates, fuck buddies, lovers… s’hard to say, darlin’. But I like you, and I’d like to explore whatever this is.” His tone is so sincere that it makes butterflies flit through your stomach at the possibilities of what this could turn out to be. 

   You push your fingers through his messy curls, reveling over his deep groans as you drag your nails down his scalp. “I like you too, Joel. A lot, actually,” you blush.

   “Figured as much when I caught you moanin’ my name while usin’ that little vibrator on your pretty pink pussy,” he winks, making you blush at the way he drags out the words and keeps his brown eyes locked tight on yours. 

   You shake your head and groan when he drags his thick thumb over your lower lip. “Bet I’m not the only one. What have you been thinking about at night, in the shower, in your bed?” you smirk, making his cheeks redden at the mention of it.

   “Yeah, yeah, sweetheart. You know I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout you, too. Been wonderin’ how sweet you were. Turns out you’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever put my lips on.” He curls his lips into a delicious smile and flips you over to where your back is flush with his sweat-covered chest, lacing his calloused fingers with yours as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, his scruff scratching softly along your jawline. 

   You lay there in the twisted sheets, inhaling the musk that makes up Joel Miller, embedding his woodsy pine scent deep into your memory. This feels… right, like this is where you’ve always belonged, in his arms.

   “How’s ’bout I take you on a date Friday night? We could go see a movie, I’ll buy you a big thing of popcorn, hold your hand, maybe pull you into my lap so I can kiss you all I want, then I’ll take you back home and make love to you in my bed all night long.” He places a gentle kiss to your cheek, and you melt into the feel of him. 

   You squeeze his hand and brush your lips over his knuckles, giving him a lazy smile as you turn to look back at him over your shoulder. “Okay, cowboy. You’ve got a deal.”

   He brushes his lips over yours and pulls you close so he can trace his lips over the shell of your ear. “Alright, pretty girl. It’s a date. Now, how ‘bout we go take a shower, and I can make you some dinner. Maybe go for round two after with my mouth between those pretty thighs of yours,” he whispers as a chill runs down your spine, heat building back in your core.

   You huff out a laugh and stifle a groan. “Mmmm, alright then, cowboy. I’m all in.”

   He presses his lips against yours and then tugs you up from the bed, lacing his fingers with yours as he leads you to his room. “Gonna take you for the ride of your life, sweetheart,” he smirks.

   “I’m counting on it,” you smile. 

   And so it begins.