#shakes your hand. articulation is so hard.

[hyolks]

GREETINGS!!! I just read through the wasteland doc and hough. . . it's really really awesome. Do you mind if I share some ideas? (rhetorical. you don't have much of a choice)

Okay, so about some of the toxic sludge stuff; what if it and the alchemist stone are related somehow/derived of the same stuff? Maybe the sludge is like. really temperamental to being handled but if handled PROPERLY it has some. WILD effect. and maybe that's one of the reasons they were testing it on the ishvalen people; to test out what lengths they could go with it? Perhaps through this experimentation they figured out. Wait. What the fuck? This stone thing that we just derived from this sludge and like. these people(idk. maybe it reacts with a blood/sludge ration that is like. super high in human blood but still need s a lot of sludge and thats why they need so many people to make it(or, another idea. maybe using some of the sludge in like. a single humans blood or something and it'll react with a human being as its environment. and make a minimal amount of like. basically the philosophers stone and they need to harvest a LOT but humans don't make much and get killed through it. idk)) but like.using these people and this sludge will make these stones that are SOOO powerful? Also maybe. The reason they raided ishval is because they historically were the main people who had the sludge and had like. writings and stuff making use of the sludge(in minimal amounts. maybe it's also like a religious piece?) and like. idk. And maybe also!! The way the sludge is mass processed/produced/whatever makes it toxic if not done correctly and needs like. special treatment in small batches to make it OK. anyways. Also IDK if you have stuff on Hohenheim yet . . .But I think it would be cool if he was like. One of the people to discover the sludge? Maybe you can keep him super old because he was the group to discover the sludge + with the properties the sludge can have, it kept him from aging or something(IDK if this would really fit the vibe all that well so. shrugs). maybe hohenheim had a twin brother(or childhood bestfriend even. they would probably have to be close) that acts as the homonculus/father? and they found the sludge together. but what hohenheim had regretted his brother indulged and basically did the whole. capitalize indutrial whatever thing to it. And hohenheim wants to stop that. The homonculus works from the shadows and maybe had like the sins working under him as a shadow thing for. whatever evil capitalism reasons. yeah. OH WAIT OTHER IDEA I HAD FOR HOHENHEIM that MIGHT be able to fit into the same thing with the sludge. Maybe he was a former outlaw that wanted to settle down? But he found it too risky to put Ed and Trish and Al in the way so he left. Maybe he became an outlaw because of the Homonculus wanting to et him out of the picture because they didn't share views(or maybe he tried to take him down spesifically and failed which turned him into an outlaw and the homonuculus decided he was to dangerous to be kept around and started to hunt him)? So he turned him into an outlaw. And kept an ear out for him and when Hohenheim knew they were close and there were chances of him being caught. He left. IDK. ALSO. I know you mentioned in the Doc that Al being in so much pain all the time from the sludge stuff eating away at him and how it's a major source of angst/guilt for Ed. But because I am a sucker for Al not being able to feel anything what if he like. Got his nerves to be 'paralyzed' or something? To the point where be can't really like. feel anything. It's a trade off; he either feels so much pain or nothing at all. Maybe it eats away at Ed because like. He put him into a position where he either feels a shit ton of pain all the time or he feels nothing and that's not fair. Anyways. I'm pretty sure I had more to write but I can't remember. So I might come back later if you'll allow it. these are all just suggestions btw. you don't have to listen to anything I say and tweak anything that you see fit. also ssorry if this is like. a jumble of nonsense. articulating can be hard BTW I absolutely ADORE your art. It's literally so swag. like the way you color and do clothes. . . SO scrummy. I hope your day is nice :))

OUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OUUUH I LOVE THIS I SUPER SUPER LOVE THE HOHENHEIM BEING AN OUTLAW THAT WANTS TO SETTLE BUT ULTIMATELY LEAVES TO KEEP TRISHA ED AND AL SAFE... shakes my fist at hoheinheim. if he knew/helped with all of the research before hand and then went rouge.... everyone and their mom in the government body would be hunting down his ass

you actually got pretty close from the shite i was thinkin for the sludge too?? like the uhhhh its super temperamental but is an incredible material when handled correctly??? like the reason the train cart full of it is on their property when theyre young is bc it was being transported cross country to central... for "science"... and it derails for some reason. explosion. and the longer it sits out in the country side the more it like... drains the environment. hence it being an Awful substance unless in a controlled environment and used properly. it being native to ishval would also lend to why it would literally be so invasive to resembool but hmmmmm... evil substances...

I was also thinking. ohhh what would the homunculus be. they. they could BE made out of it. or are just humans that are infected/injected with it like how king bradley is with the philosophers stone but instead of it just being bradley its all of them. also bc i like thinking of what their backstories could be. thinkin about lust in a saloon dress has me weak in the knees

BUT THIS KINDA BRINGS UP WHAT I hinted at somewhere in some tags but like. i was thinkin about . uhhhmm . the mold from re7/8. which after looking briefly through a google search bc ive got some silly idea of it in my head is described as a superorganism that is also literally just mold. it has some kind of consciousness to it, like memory. idk if it has empathy or emotions though.... either way it was used to create eveline, who does have some kind of empathy and emotions, and she can both control it and use its consciousness network ??? sorry i literally cannot think of any proper way to describe this atm but. i was like. oh THIS could be what the homunculus are. they could be like eveline to the mold network.

and ethan gets infected with the mold and bc of that he's able to stick his limbs back on with some goddamn peroxide and literally survive fatal wounds... i was like... ohhhhh what if..... what if at some point.................... ed gets infected by the sludge (perhaps unknowingly).... and sees the homunculus regrow their limbs (idk if mold would do that in resident evil games but this is now in my hands).... and hes like..... oh my god. Oh my god. We. We can get it back. We can get our bodies back.

BUT IF. IF the sludge has the same consciousness network bullshit that the mold does in RE... alongside the hallucinations n stuff... it could literally eating away at ed's sanity and al is like uhm the fuck not we are not fucking doing that . we're getting goddamn vaccinated. but the allure of having a body back...

I KNOW I SO AGREE al not being able to perceive feelings while being in the armor is soooo chefs kiss and RELEARNING how to be human again is even LARGER CHEFS KISS. but youre so right. it was 100% like that so it can be angst for ed. you mentioning this reminded me of a fic i read where ed smokes opium for pain relief and i was like oh what if al did that? since he's essentially a giant walking open wound? but idk... it would wean into drug abuse bc how could it NOT with the sheer amount of pain he would be in. i might think on it a little more but substance abuse is a topic I'm not super familiar with yet so.....

I HADNT EVEN THOUGHT ABOUT FATHER,, ohhhh you are one helluva thing to tackle my good friend. this is going on the back burner.

you are always welcome to say more!! i love listening. I'm literally kickin my feet and giggling reading messages like these. u have brilliant things to say love

[lorelune]

diluc tightening your corset :///

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

Why-

*has hours of free time to draw or write*

Brain: “haha we aren’t doing that *takes ability to write and draw away* <3”

And why-

*has ideas and really wanting to draw/write them*

Life, for some god forsake reason: “lmao you are now needed in about 23 different places and all tasks will take the entire day!! :D”

[teaboot]

This is gonna sound rather conceited but I feel like it highlights an issue we have in Art.

I'm good at art. I've never had a hard time making art. I started using crayons before I could walk. Painting, Beadwork, sculpture, sketching, stippling, whatever- once I have a feel for the material, it doesn't take long to start doing what I want with it. It's been a common theme my whole life.

(Y contrast I'm awful at things like dancing, performance, sports, etc- in all things there is balance, right?)

Now, I've taught myself to use so many artistic mediums now that I KNOW how to most efficiently integrate them into the brain database. Once you really *understand* a material, it's much like memorizing the layout of your house, or flexing a muscle, or something in-between- it becomes PART of your brain in a way I cant quite articulate. But to get there involves just fucking around for a bit doing nothing in particular.

And I've found, especially in group settings, that nobody seems to be able to see you make something badly and leave you alone. Even if you say you're fine, you don't want help, you're happy, you're having fun, it's fine, they gotta ride your ass and hover.

I was at a class the other day for something I hadn't done before. The medium was one I've never used, so once the instructor told us the basics I started experimenting with weight, gravity, texture, viscosity, saturation, temperature, etc. The instructor had given enough info to know what was dangerous and what was safe, and beyond that I just wanted to absorb what I could about it.

And no insult to the instructor, but they kept checking in. Which was fine the first few times.

But then, without asking me what I was trying to do, started giving tips. That I told them I was grateful for but didn't really need just yet. If I had a question, I'd ask.

But they kept coming over. And touching my shit. And manipulating my project. And touching my hands. And using my tools. Without fucking asking.

And this happens every time. EVERY TIME. And by now I know the best way to get them to fuck off is to make something way beyond their expectations so they know I'm capable, then go back to doing what I want.

So I did. I wanted to keep having fun and learning, but instead I made something beautiful that I really didn't want to make, and wasted my time, and really didn't learn what I wanted to learn at all. I knew the formula to create a beautiful thing, so I followed that formula the same way I have a hundred times before, and didn't get to try anything spontaneous or ugly or exciting, just so I could be left alone.

And I know when I was a kid, I was aware aware people saw me puttering alone on something ugly assumed I had a special issue and treated me like I was stupid because of that. (I was neurodivergent.) And at at time I knew that I could do a neat trick for them like a trained pony and they'd go, "Oh, surely they aren't defective if they can do something like that!" And piss off.

But what if I hadn't known how to do that?

What if I hadn't been talented, or "special"?

What if I'd been just any other average kid trying to learn, and I couldn't pop something pretty out of my ass to get them off my back?

My problem my whole life has been that I haven't been allowed to make anything ugly in peace. I'm capable of beauty, so I have to make beauty, or get stepped on. And once people see what I can do, they get loud about it. "Look at this! Look what they did! We all know who the best is, don't we?". And that used to feel good, but it's tiring.

And how many people like me just wanted to play? Just wanted to have fun and experiment? Who were having fun with no goal in mind, or just took longer to learn, who gave up because of all the obnoxious helpers breathing down their neck with no way to shake them off?

How many of us are made to feel defective because we aren't doing things beautifully?

I have a lovely piece of art I didn't want to make.

I think I'm gonna frame it.*

(*I think I'm gonna burn it in my yard.)

[rachalixie]

can’t get you off my mind

all good love stories start with a drunk stranger, don’t they?

warnings: mentions of alcohol, fem!reader

genre: fluff, comfort

word count: 4k

it starts at a bar. 

or really, it starts with a man at a bar. one that you’ve seen before in passing, a familiar face in a sea of more familiar faces. someone who you’ll later learn is one third of your best friend changbin’s production team, someone who you should have met years ago probably, someone who you would find is the perfect puzzle piece that fits into your jagged edges.

but right now, he is just a man at a bar with a beer in hand and a ridiculously dopey smile on his face. 

“marry me, please,” he says, absolutely serious but it’s a bit diluted from the way his words were slurred around the edges. “or i’ll have to kidnap you.”

“excuse me?” you raise a brow at him, his image swimming a bit as you turn your head to fully take him in. you’re not drunk, but youre a couple glasses of wine deep and you’re not known for being fully articulate whilst sober anyways. 

“i swear i’m going to marry you,” he says, eyes wide as he looks at you. “you might be the most perfect person i’ve ever seen.”

you’re not overly fond of men you haven’t met hitting on you, but this one seems a bit harmless. if you ignored the part where he said he would kidnap you. at least he wasn’t grabbing onto you or trying to touch you - that would have sent your fist flying towards his face and probably a swift exit from the bar. it was a little weird that you didn’t find him weird, but in retrospect you must have known, even then. 

“okay, listen,” you put your hands on your hips, giving him an unimpressed look. “if you find me when you’re sober, ask me again and maybe i’ll reconsider.”

“okay,” he nods, hair moving along with his movement like a puppy’s ears. “i can do that. i’ll find you, i promise. i’m gonna marry you, did you know?”

“so i’ve heard,” you roll your eyes, already feeling a bit fond about him. you didn’t think you’d meet him again, but you were sure that you’d look at this night with a fond smile later. 

he sends you the brightest smile you think you’ve ever seen on a person and scampers off, and you stand rooted to that one sticky spot in the bar for longer than you want to admit.

–

he’s in the back of your mind when you wake up the next morning, in a better mood than most - you never liked waking up early, it always took you a good hour and some coffee to be able to stand without grimacing. this morning though, you float around your apartment as you get dressed with a small smile on your face. 

a cute stranger who kept his boundaries and called you perfect? that wasn’t something that happened often, at least not to you. 

the floatiness followed you all the way through your morning routine until you found your feet stopping outside the coffee shop that you and changbin all but owned. you had no stock in it, but you’re sure that you supply them at least half of their revenue, you probably sit on their rickety chairs more often than your actual couch at home. this place has nursed you through every college class and job interview preparations and beyond, and if it ever closed you might lose time off of your life span. 

your movements from the door to the counter to your usual seat were robotic, muscle memory taking over while your head did somersaults through the clouds. it’s only when you take the first sip of coffee, the bitterness and heat hitting your tongue in a delightful dance, that you notice it. 

another man is sitting next to changbin. a man that looks awfully familiar, and it takes you a moment to realize why. it’s the man from the bar. 

“changbin?” you keep your eyes on the other man as you direct your question at changbin, trying hard to keep your face neutral. “explain?”

“i’m chan,” the man interjects before changbin can answer, reaching his hand across the table for you to shake. it’s warm, his grip somewhere perfectly in the middle of too hard and too soft, and he lets go after an appropriate amount of seconds. despite the neutral passivity of the gesture, you feel something ignite within you, and it threatens to sputter out when you catch no spark of recognition in his eyes. was he that drunk last night that he doesn’t remember you? do his sober eyes not find you as perfect?

“he crashed at my place last night,” changbin’s voice filters through your turmoil, and you finally break away from chan’s gaze to level him with a look. “and he needed coffee, so i brought him along. chan, this is y/n, my best friend.”

the conversation that followed flowed more freely than the coffee dripping from the machines behind the counter, and you almost hate how much you like it. chan is a little goofy, the man from the previous night shining through moments of seriousness and rapt attention. 

by the time you had to leave to go to work you felt like you knew him. you learned where he lived (close to you!), that he worked with changbin (he’s a producer!), and that he loved all animals but he adored dogs (he has one named berry!). just an hour of casual conversation had led to you needing more of him in every aspect of your life, but still in the back of your head lived the thought of him not remembering you from the night before.

changbin leaves first, citing some meeting he had to run to in the middle of a yawn, and when you were left with chan the embarrassment began to set in. 

“i’m going to marry you,” he blurts out, startling you so much you almost jump out of your seat. 

“what?” you ask, a mixture of surprise and disbelief combining into a confusing vortex within your head - was he going to go through this again? you didn’t know if your heart could take it. 

“i mean, i remember you,” he says before you could awkwardly excuse yourself and commit to getting to work early for the first time in a year just to escape being in a room alone with him for much longer. “i’m sorry, i was just embarrassed. i didn’t want to make a fool out of myself in front of changbin.”

“oh,” your breath leaves you all at once and you slump into your chair, understanding hitting you like a train. “that makes sense? i think?”

“i’m going to marry you,” he repeats, a mischievous glint in his eyes, the boy from last night shining through. “one day. i’m going to do it.”

“take me on a date first,” you tease back, a genuine smile stretching across your lips when he laughs, a full bodied thing that drew in eyes from the patrons across the room. for once, you didn’t seem to care that others’ eyes were on you. he made you feel comfortable. 

“what are you doing tomorrow?” his mouth turns upwards into a beautiful smile that you can’t help but return. 

“eager, are we?” you open your phone, sliding it across the table with the new contact page open on it. “i’m free.”

“you’re the most perfect person i’ve ever laid eyes on,” he says, as serious and genuine as the way he had proposed to you last night as he taps his number into your phone. “sorry if i’m a bit desperate.”

“don’t apologize,” you take your phone back, making a mental note to text him later. “i like it, for some unearthly reason. you’re cute, chan.”

the sound of his delighted laugh follows your footsteps all the way to work. 

— 

he picks you up for your first date at noon, right on the dot. he wasn’t a minute late, a polite knock sounding through your apartment just as the hour turned, as if he had been waiting and watching the time outside the door. 

god, is everything about this man endearing? 

he’s wearing shorts and a light sweater, looking like something out of a posh magazine. his hair is curly and swept off his forehead and he’s wearing a smile with the most adorable dimples shining through. 

he leads you to his car and you have to hold back an impressed whistle. you knew changbin and his team did well for themselves, the name 3racha all over the credits of songs on the radio, but this car was nice. you were going to have a talk with changbin about why he still drove the same beat up sedan he’s had since college but that was a thought for later. right now all you wanted to think about was the man who held the door open for you to slide into the passenger seat and was now holding your hand over the middle console. 

“do i get to know where we’re going?” you ask, peering at the map open on his phone but it tells you nothing more than that your destination was 15 minutes away and that he had to make a right turn in one mile. 

“it’s a surprise,” he says, voice a little nervous but it was masked with excitement. wherever he was taking you, you would be happy to be there if he was this happy the whole time. 

four songs on the radio later, one of which you teased him for when he revealed that he wrote it, he was pulling into a parking lot illuminated by flashing colorful lights. he had brought you to the fair. 

“i’ve never been to the fair!” you bounced a little in your seat, wriggling in excitement. “i’ve always wanted to go, how did you know?”

“lucky guess?” he shrugs, avoiding your gaze as he cuts the engine and unbuckles his seatbelt. 

“changbin told you, didn’t he,” you smile at the thought of chan asking his friend about what you’d like. it was cute, a word that you were probably exhausting when thinking about him even after a day of knowing him. 

“yes, but,” he flushes, the tips of his ears burning red. “i asked him after i had decided to come here, just to make sure it was a good idea. i didn’t steal it from him.”

“hey, it’s okay,” you squeeze his hand in yours that he had yet to let go of in what you hoped was a comforting gesture. you didn’t know what brought him calmness yet, but you wanted to learn. you wanted to learn everything about him. “now, take me to the fair, bang chan. i was promised a date.”

he finally meets your eyes again and he’s grinning so happily that you feel like you had just won a prize. who needed a fair when you had your very own carnival game right here? 

it turns out, you did. by the time the sun was beginning to set, your arms were full of various plushies that chan had won for you, each one earning him a hug and a kiss to his cheek. you treasured every single one, the fluttering in your chest when he stepped up to the booths to throw and shoot various things never ceasing. 

“let’s go to the ferris wheel,” you tug at him with your free hand, thanking the skies when you see no queue there. “i bet the sunset looks beautiful from the top.”

he’s quiet when he follows you there and into the carriage, his thigh pressing against yours as he slides in next to you, but you don’t notice in your excitement. it isn’t until the wheel ticks to the top and stops that he grabs your hand again, trembling a little. 

“chan? are you okay?” you ask, concern warping your voice as you turn towards him. your movement rocks the carriage a bit and he turns pale, ducking his head into your neck to hide. 

“yeah, ‘m okay,” he murmurs, his eyelashes ticking your skin when he blinks his eyes shut. “just don’t like heights very much.”

“oh my god, why didn’t you tell me?” you cry out, jumping a bit and regretting it when you rock the carriage again. “nevermind that, what can i do? it’ll go down soon, you’ll be alright.”

“just keep holding my hand?” he squeezes your fingers lightly and your heart melts. you may have made a joke that he was just trying to trick you into holding his hand any other time, but the fear in his shaking body was real and you’d never tease him for that. 

“of course,” you press a kiss to his hair, moving your other hand slowly to wrap around your intertwined fingers. the wheel begins to turn again, swaying the carriage as it descends. you keep your grip on his hand tight the entire time, all the way until you’re on your feet again on steady ground. 

“i’m so sorry,” you begin to say, the horror of subjecting him to his fear creeping up now that the crisis has passed. 

“i’m going to marry you,” he says, cutting off your apology and lifting your hands to his mouth so he could press a kiss to the back of yours. “no one’s ever been able to keep me that calm. thank you.”

you were left speechless after that and all you could do was smile at him, the ghost of it not leaving your face for the rest of the night. 

–

your thirty first date with chan ends with you crying into changbin’s arms, utterly confused and the feeling of despair creeping up your veins. you had met him your cafe as you had done several times since the fair, but when you arrived he wasn’t there. he came late, dark storms in his eyes and a hard set to his jaw and you didn’t understand what had made him like that. the usual smile and twinkle in his eyes were missing, and when you and asked him about what was wrong he had snapped at you in a way you hadn’t been talked to in years. 

you had left after that, brushing him off when his eyes had widened and he reached for you while calling out your name. you know that you should have given him a chance to explain, but at the time you were too hurt to consider it. 

you made your way to changbin’s apartment without thinking, your feet taking you to safety before your head could catch up. changbin had taken one look at your face before wrapping you up in his arm, walking you to his couch so he could cuddle you properly while words spilled out of you like a leaky faucet. you felt like you were back in college, crying and blubbering over a boy who had rejected you at a party, and you hated it. 

you didn’t notice changbin sending an angry text to chan, but the sound of changbin’s door opening with a bang startled you out of your tears. chan bursts in like a whirlwind, his hair sticking up at weird angles and a look of panic on his face as he takes you in. he reaches the couch in a few strides and falls to his knees in front of you, holding a crumpled bag from the cafe in his hand and taking your cheek gently into his other. his thumb wipes at the tear tracks there and you could practically taste the guilt emanating off of him. 

“love, i am so sorry,” he starts, ignoring changbin when he scoffs at the apology. “i shouldn’t have snapped at you, i had no right to do that. i got some bad news this morning and i wasn’t feeling my best, and i should have been honest with you. i’ll never do anything like that again, please forgive me? i’ll do anything.”

it was more his voice than his words that did it - he sounded so desperate, like he was trying to hold

onto a ledge that was crumbling, threatening to hurl his body into eternal nothingness. you knew him, you knew he was sorry, and against your first instinct you trusted him when he said he wouldn’t do it again. 

“is that an almond croissant?” you eye the bag in his hand. 

“it’s two almond croissants,” he nods fervently, his hair swishing back and forth with the movement. you sit up, sliding out of changbin’s arms and onto the floor in front of chan. chan’s arms replace changbin’s easily when you lean into him, and it feels like coming home. 

“it’s not like i have a nice couch you could be sitting on,” changbin mutters as he leaves, shaking his head fondly at the two of you before making himself scarce. 

chan kisses you, cradling your head gently into his hands, and they’re so warm. he slides his lips against yours, slowly like he’s taking his time memorizing the planes of your mouth to commit to memory. even after kissing him dozens of times you still find new things to learn about each other. 

“i swear,” he says, pulling away to meet your eyes. “i’m going to marry you, someday.”

“keep getting me croissants as apologies and we’ll see,” you say, sniffling into his neck. 

—

your eighty seventh date was spent in your bed, your head spinning like both hands on a clock simultaneously and your body exuding more sweat than you ever have. 

chan is wringing out a cool cloth to place on your forehead and it feels so nice that you moan. 

“i’m sorry,” you mutter, and chan has lost count of the amount of times you’ve said it at this point. “we had a date and i ruined it.”

“we were going to see a movie,” he says, running a hand up and down your spine. “and we will. we don’t need a movie theater when we have a screen right here, hmm?” 

“but the popcorn,” you complain, closing your eyes in bliss when he runs a hand through your hair, scratching gently at your scalp. an apology for being so sweaty was at the tip of your tongue but you hold it back in favor of enjoying the feeling of his touch. 

“i’ll make you all the popcorn you want when you’re feeling better,” he promises, dropping a kiss to the side of your head. “for now, how does soup sound?” 

“popcorn soup?“ you ask, a wave of dizziness taking over your body; if you weren’t lying down already, you’re sure that too would be falling over. 

“yeah, baby,” and even in your delirium the fondness in his voice was prominent. he couldn’t hide it even if he tried. “i’ll make you some popcorn soup. get some rest okay?”

you’re asleep before he leaves the room, and you only wake up when he shakes your shoulder a bit and helps you into an upright position. he feeds you bites of what is definitely not popcorn soup after putting a movie on your laptop, the screen sitting at the foot of your bed. the both of you fall asleep before the movie finishes, but you don’t mind. 

he stays with you for days, making you soup and tea and toast and feeding you medicine and being an all-around angel as he nurses you back to health. by the time you’re better you think you’ve fallen back in love with him several times. 

as you had expected and warned him about, he catches your sickness the next week, and now it’s your turn to be his nurse. you try and do the same job he did, but his delirium seems worse. the silver lining is that his fever isn’t as bad, so you’re babysitting a babbling boyfriend more than a sick one. 

the night before his fever breaks is the worst, since he doesn’t even recognize you. you shake your head at his silliness when he asks who you are and calls you pretty. you smile when he takes your hand in his and asks you to come closer. 

you tear up when he tells you that he has a girlfriend that he loves very much and so even though you’re pretty he can’t do anything else because his girlfriend is the prettiest one in the whole world. you let a tear slip when he tells you that he can’t wait to propose to his girlfriend and that he’s going to marry her someday. 

you tell him that you have a boyfriend that you're going to marry someday, trusting that he wouldn’t remember it in the morning. 

—

your hundredth and fifth date was not unlike your fifth, or your tenth, or your ninetieth. two and a half years later, you were just as endeared by him and he was just as obsessed with you - even more so, if it were possible. 

he takes the time to tell you how gorgeous you look when he picks you up just like he does on every date, and you hide your disgustingly fond smile for him behind his back like you do every time you see him. 

he parks and runs around the car to let you out like he does every time you habit this restaurant, a little fancier than your usual best but it was a favorite of the both of yours - across the street from the bar the two of you had met at. 

you start walking before he does, letting him jog to meet you and complain about how you left him, just like you do every time. before him. you might have thought the monotony would have gotten tiring, but he had a fantastical ability to make every moment feel like the first despite their practiced nature. 

he calls your name from behind you right on schedule and you hum in acknowledgement, turning towards him absentmindedly. the second you lay eyes on him you’re completely alert, though; he isn’t jogging after you, but rather he’s kneeling on the sidewalk, a small box in his hands as he smiles up at you. 

“i’ve told you that i’m going to marry you more times than i can count,” he starts, eyes shining like the stars twinkling in the night sky above you. “but this time i’m asking you.”

“chan,” you choke out, hands coming up to cover your mouth as it quivers. tears spring to your eyes and you silently curse yourself - you always thought you’d be level headed when you got proposed to, but nothing could have prepared you for this, not even the thousands of declarations he had made to you prior. 

“i love you. you’re the only one in the entire universe that i need more than blood or breath, you’re the song that runs through my heart and the fire that leads my path when i’m lost,” his voice is thick, like he’s trying to hold back his emotions long enough to get his words out. “i never thought that i would feel so strongly for someone, i never thought that i deserved a love like this until i met you.”

he pauses as you walk closer to him, letting you approach him before he continues. 

“my love, my eternal light,” he’s tearing up now, blinking fast to keep the salty water at bay. “will you marry me?”

“chan,” you start, kneeling down next to him and taking his wrists in your hands. “i never told you this, but ever since that first day i knew. i knew that the drunk idiot that was hitting on me would be my husband.”

he chuckles, smiling delightedly as the tears finally spring from both of your eyes in unison.

“so?” he trails off, searching your face with his eyes, waiting. 

“oh!” you tighten your grip on him in an apology. “of course i’ll marry you, gosh i love you so much.”

[kingkatsuki]

You know I’m the biggest slut on this website for dirty talk, but there’s just something so hot about Bakugou who’s completely quiet during sex.

Bakugou is focused on the way you feel wrapped around him that he can’t even form a coherent word, never mind string a sentence together. Your warm, wet cunt desperately clenching around him every time he cants his hips, trying to coax him back in. Your nails dig dark, crimson patterns into the muscles of his back as he tries to focus on anything but the throb in abdomen, his balls tighten as he does everything in his power to stave off his climax. Because he doesn’t want to leave the solace of your tight cunt creaming around his thick cock, wishing he could stay buried inside you forever.

It’s too much and not enough at the same time.

The only sounds that leave his lips are guttural rumbles from deep in his chest, or desperate whines he wishes he could stop from tumbling out. You reduce him to this, a pathetic mess that’s obsessed with you.

Bakugou wants to tell you how good you feel wrapped around his cock, how debauched you look when you’re writhing beneath him, or how sultry you sound when you’re moaning his name— the sound of it has his cock pulsing and thighs shaking. But every time he tries to articulate himself it comes out a jumbled mess, words lost on the tip of his tongue as he selfishly uses you for his own pleasure.

“So f-uh,” He tries, growling pathetically as he tries to focus his blurred vision, shaking his messy mop of hair as droplets of sweat drip onto your skin beneath him, “So fuckin’— fuck, take it. Perfect pussy, tight— hngh, all mine.”

It makes no sense, and he knows it. Knows how pathetic he sounds right now, nothing like the filth he spews when his fingers are buried deep inside you or his face is buried between your thighs. The crude words he’s capable of when he’s in control, feeling their affects as you clench around him in response.

But when he’s sliding his fat cock into your creamy cunt it’s like he loses all sense of being. As though he’s reached another plane of existence.

And you know the affect you have on him too— stroking soothing circles against his sweaty back as he hides his face in your neck. Breathing in the scent of you as he pumps hot, white ropes of cum inside of you.

It’s why it doesn’t take much to push him off you as his back hits the mattress, his arms tight around your waist to keep his half-hard cock inside you as you splay your hands against his chest. Giving him a coy smile as your cunt spasms around him, stirring him back to life as you give a slow, tactile roll of your hips. The crude squelch of your mixed arousal sounds in the air as Bakugou bites down on his bottom lip hard.

“So pussy drunk,” You smile, leaning down to press a kiss against his parted lips, “You’re not gonna leave me like this are you, baby? I wanna cum around your cock.”

For all the times Bakugou doesn’t know how to talk to you when your walls are wrapped around his cock, you somehow always know exactly what to say to have him jumping back to life.

“Oh, fuck—”

[doukeshi-kun]

Ahem…Keshi…any thoughts about pornstar!nikolai? 🎤

I just think he’d be perfect for that job. He has a nice physique, a huge cock, he’s got the stamina, the enthusiasm— he’d be having so much fun. Just imagine something similar to the director!nikolai x reader AU, but here, Nikolai would be a well-known and pretty successful porn actor already, and the reader is a newbie and she gets to be Kolya‘s co-star!! Totally not losing my mind about this :>

𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧!𝙣𝙞𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙞 + 𝙣𝙚𝙬𝙗𝙞𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧

replies ✥ i couldn't articulate my thoughts well but here's a drabble because i definitely agree with you hio. i agree with you a HUNDRED percent. will i probably make this another au/series? most likely ayeee

contents ✥ n.sfw 18+, fem!reader, petnames

“Nice to meet you, sugar.”

You shyly accept Nikolai's hand, shaking it. Your heart is beating fast as he sits right next to you with a few papers in hand. You know what are those—they are contracts and briefings for a short porn movie you are about to film with this hot star right next to you.

You have known Nikolai since a few years ago when you first stumbled upon his video on a website while you were trying to satisfy yourself from your own sexual frustration. Safe to say, most, if not all, of his videos, certainly did help you get off. You have heard from some of your lucky pornstar friends that has worked with him of how good he is in bed.

Not to mention, his physique is enough to make your imagination run wild.

You started as a camgirl, before a few producers reached you out, offering roles. You declined them though, as you are anxious to venture deeper into the industry. However, you did accept this particular offer a little too quickly. An offer to film a porn video with Nikolai—who doesn't want that?

“Are you nervous?” He asks. His voice is sultry and gentle, though his grin is naughty and playful. You nod slowly. Your eyes can't help but trail from his body to his crotch. He is wearing a compressed black shirt and grey joggers. He is sitting with his legs spread as he skims the pages of the contract. It is just the two of you in the small prep room, as the staff are probably out there preparing the scene—you don't care. It is hard to think when Nikolai is beside you.

“My eyes are up here, sugar.” He says in a teasing voice and you look up immediately with a flustered face. Nikolai cackles—his voice is so nice. “You’re so cute. Don't be sorry, I'm used to it.” He winks.

You smile sheepishly, fiddling with your fingers. This prep room is hot—too fucking hot, even with the AC on. The very cock you watched almost every night is just within your reach. Your mouth waters, so you reach your cup of water to quench your non-existent thirst.

“I actually haven't seen you before... in videos.” Nikolai suddenly says as he puts down the papers on his thigh.

“Oh, right. I'm— This is my first recording for this kind of stuff.” You reply. Nikolai tilts his head, confused.

“Wait, so... Wait, do you even know what are we about to do right now?”

“I-I do! I mean, this is my first recording as a p-pornstar, you know. I am actually a camgirl... before I got offered to this.”

“May I see?”

You want to die—Nikolai wants to watch your videos? You are not even that popular but you do have a following. He gives you his phone, for you to search yourself. “Well, I guess.” You say as you search your own site for him to see. He grins, taking the phone once you find it.

He scrolls through your page, humming and chuckling at something you wish to not know. He looks at you, eyes studying you up and down and then to the screen. “You’re a faceless camgirl. No wonder I haven't seen you before.”

“Y-Yeah...”

“Hm?”

Nikolai clicks on one of your videos and you squeal in embarrassment when you realize that video was recorded when you were wearing a very sexy harlequin costume. You remember the whole time you were pleasing yourself to the camera, your mind kept replaying a certain porn video that was starred by Nikolai. It is impressive how you did not scream out his name when you squirted right onto the camera.

“You look sexy in that, sugar. So gorgeous!” He praises and your cunt clenches when you hear it. “I happen to love this sort of costume myself.” He adds and you swear your stomach feels funny at this point.

“I'll dress up like that more for you.”

“Oh?”

You bite your lips, realizing you just said it. But you know you cannot be timid, especially as a pornstar. So you give him a little sly smile, bringing your face closer to him. “What if I say that I dress like that because of you?”

Nikolai snorts, nudging your chin teasingly. “Confidence, I see. I like that too.” He says before he clicks on the 'Follow' button. “How about this, sugar? If you do well for today's filming, I'll bring you to my place.”

Your eyes widen. You want to nod eagerly, you do. But suddenly, the door to the prep room is opened from the outside. A staff calls for Nikolai to get him ready. He gets up and fixes his joggers. Your eyes catch the sight of the lines of his cock—it's big—through the fabric and you find yourself swallowing your saliva at the excitement brewing in your heart. Nikolai smirks, knowing well that he just got himself a jackpot.

“Look forward to it, sugar. You're gonna have fun, I promise ya'.”

©doukeshi-kun 2024 — do not copy, plagiarize and repost my works to any platform, more @/cherikolya

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[rodolfoparras]

Oh gosh, hi hello howdy. I’ve always quietly lurked on your blog because it makes me so fucking feral but I’m too nervous about saying anything. But!! I’m being brave, saying hello, and idk bringing a little treat too I suppose

idk what specifically got me hooked onto this idea, but it was def something you wrote that was scream worthy but but all it did was make me imagine:

Price just being this perfect soldier, perfect leader, gruff and hard around the edges because he has to be in his line of work. Sharp voice, stern face, no-nonsense and all authority. Then reader comes around. Price is all bark and bite, but oh with reader—something shakes loose in his chest.

It doesn’t come up in the field. It doesn’t come up on base either. It’s some little dinky bar where the team has holed up in after a rough mission to celebrate a safe return and lick their wounds in relative, drunken peace. And it starts with just the brush of your arm against Price’s neck. It was an accident. You reached for something over his shoulder, Ghost handing you another drink or you swatting at a laughing Soap, and it was really just the loose fabric of your sleeve against Price’s skin.

Price has spent so long being alpha alpha alpha. It’s what’s expected of a military man, what’s expected of a captain and leader. But something about the touch against the back of his neck—of you touching his neck, holding him, collaring him. It’s lucky the lights are low enough no one notices the flush spreading across his face and the music is too loud to hear that soft little whimper.

Anywayyyy love the blog hehe <3

Hello sugar cube!! I’m so glad you popped in pls know y’all are genuinely always welcome here I can understand feeling nervous but believe me I absolutely love talking to y’all! 🥹🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Also before I say anything else I just have to say you articulate yourself in such a beautiful way I absolutely love the way you write sugar🧎🏻‍♂️

Second of all I’ve always loved the thought of price giving up control

Imagine price who’s always been forced to take charge and make decisions, always been captain or lieutenant, someone important before he’s been a mere soldier, always carrying so much responsibilities on his shoulders

When you came around he hadn’t expected to start a relationship with you it kind of just happened much like he just happened to give up control to you

Price would always be up on his feet before anyone else, preparing coffee and making sure him and his team have everything they need for their mission, but now he’s woken up by the smell of coffee and met with the sight of your smiling face holding out a cup for him .

He takes it gracefully, sipping on it contentedly, feeling himself become more and more alert as the caffeine enters his system.

He’s just about to say how he needs to prepare for the upcoming mission when you abruptly cut him off with a kiss, ever so carful not to tip the cup of warm liquid on him.

He happily accepts your kiss, a contented sigh escaping his lips and it’s your smile that finally breaks the kiss.

“I’ve already prepared everything,” you say, smile still painted on your face.

He only manages a surprised “oh” in response, brows raising high at your words before he bashfully thanks you for what you’ve done.

Once he’s done with his coffee you put his mug down on the night stand before you take his hand and pull him out of the bed, playfully tugging him over to the bathroom where you’re quick to start up a shower for him.

He mumbles something under his breath probably something along the lines of how he’s a grown man and can take care of himself and doesn’t need you to prepare showers for him but he secretly loves it

As soon as he steps foot in the shower, you’re hot on his tail, pouring shower gel into your hands, and soaping them up before burying your fingers into his hair.

A groan escapes his lips, eyes fluttering shut as he leans into the wonderful feeling.

Maybe you’re going over the mission with him or maybe you’re just humming some tune or maybe you’re trailing kisses down his neck while massaging his tense shoulders

Ether way he absolutely loves it feels like he’s in heaven because of it and of course the sweet thing gets so worked up, all hot and bothered from having someone pampering him this much, cock all hard and weeping between his thighs and there’s no way you’ll have him this tense before a mission so of course you sneak your hand between his legs and gently pumping his length

He’s clawing at your arm, head lolling back onto your shoulder as groans and whimpers escape him.

It doesn’t take much before the sweet thing is inching closer to his release, head burying into your neck and begging you to let him finish and who are you to deny him?

You quickly dry him up and help him dress before you ready yourself for the mission.

Youre checking your weapons and gear going over whatever you’ll need before taking the liberty to check his stuff and he’s all red in the face muttering curses under his breath but he absolutely loves everything you do for him and the rest of tf141 knows it as they stand there quietly chuckling in the background

Well out on the field you’re hot on his heal, your form towering over him, chest flushed to his back, hand on him to keep him in close vicinity while moving quietly

And if a bullet happens to graze him you’re lashing out at whoever wasn’t properly covering him getting all up in their face and cursing them out so much that Price has to pull you back by the waist while trying to suppress the smile tugging at his lips

And on your way back home you’re checking up on him constantly, even sitting next to him in the helicopter, thighs flush with his, arm around him, letting him lean his body onto yours, and checking every once a while on the injury he’s got

And of course when you’re back home you got him sprawled out on the bed, head buried between his legs, making him cum over and over, til there’s nothing but pathetic spurts of cum coming from him.

As he lay there, sated and fucked out, Price realizes he’s finally let someone else have control for once.

[lizzieisright]

it needs to be said... can we imagine pre-sub abby who's a little shy about asking you to dom her, but she's """really""" into the idea and one day you walk in on her fucking herself moaning your name.

MDNI

Pre-sub Abby is a confused baby, she has this.. urge, this desire, but she doesn't know how to articulate it properly, she can't ask for it because she doesn't have the words.

And you don't see it yet to help her, so Abby is miserable. She loves it when she tops you, holds you down and makes you take everything, but in her most embarrassing moments she fantasizes about you making her take everything.

And Abby is so embarrassed, because she is not small or delicate or weak, but her desires creep on her, making her not able to think about anything else, and she gives up.

You're on duty, and Abby is so fucking horny. She needs you so much her body trembles, and she can't wait for you to come back, she has to take care of herself.

It starts innocently enough, and Abby is shyly playing with her clit, for some reason feeling like she is being watched, even though she is alone (she is paranoid, she checked). Her breath gets heavier, cloudy memories of the times when you had sex spiking her arousal.

The way your hands feel on her skin, the way you voice falls an octave when your eyes are full of lust - oh, it drives her insane. Abby feels hot and takes her t-shirt off, laying naked on the bed.

What would you do if you saw her right now? Her blushing face, her wet, dripping cunt with her hand between her legs - what would it make you do?

Abby bites her lip to muffle her moans as she imagines you scolding her in a loving manner like you always do when she fucks up your dinner. Couldn't wait for me, babygirl? Your voice chuckles in her head, Well then, give me a show.

And oh, Abby does. She pinches her nipple with her free hand, rolling it between her fingers as she slaps her pussy lightly, because this is what you'd do to punish her for being so impatient. Come on baby, fuck yourself for me, be a good girl, you murmur in her mind and Abby whimpers like a little slut she is and pushes two fingers inside, not caring about the burning sensation she gets from being stretched so suddenly.

"I'll be so good for you." Abby hears herself whisper and she can't even feel embarrassed right now. She imagines it's your fingers which are pounding roughly into her. "Fuck, (y/n)!" Abby sobs while her other hand starts circling her clit, bringing her closer to her orgasm.

The real you though just came into your apartment and heard Abby sob your name. But you don't even think about a possibility of your girlfriend shamelessly fucking herself, no - you think she is hurt and needs your help. Your heart sink in worry and you take your shoes and jacket off in record time, storming to the bedroom just to freeze in the doorway.

Abby is plastered on the bed, naked, and she is fucking herself with three fingers, going knuckle deep on each thrust. Her face and tits are red, her hair is a mess, and-

"(y/n), let me cum- please let me cum-" She begs the imaginative you, but real you almost fall from hearing Abby fucking Anderson beg.

You swallow hard and decide to just watch and not interrupt in case it will ruin Abby's orgasm, but hearing the squelching of her pussy, her whimpers of your name becomes more unbearable with every second and you can't take it anymore.

You startle Abby when you get on the bed and she immediately looks embarrassed and tries to mumble an explanation, but you don't need it.

"You wanna cum, baby?" You ask her in your low from arousal voice and Abby whimpers, her eyes rolling back. "Answer me."

Oh fuck, Abby thinks and her whole body shakes. This is so much better than her fantasies.

"Yes." Abby manages to say.

"Open up then."

Abby shyly spreads her thighs and you go down, get yourself comfortable and push two of your own fingers inside. Abby moans and tries to hide her face behind her hand, but you move it away.

"Watch me." You tell her and Abby can only nod.

You lick a strip from her hole to her clit and Abby's thighs close on you, but you don't care as long as your tongue is attached to her puffy clit, as long as she keeps sobbing and moaning your name like a fucking pray. You can't help your own growl when she starts to squirm, but Abby stops moving, her eyes pleading and desperate as she keeps watching you destroy her pussy.

"I'm gonna cum- oh my god-fuck-fuck!" She sobs and almost curls on herself, spasming around your fingers as she cums.

You smile wolfishly while Abby comes undone and kiss her thigh when she lies back down, breathing heavily. She twitches when you take your fingers out, and then reality hits her.

Abby can't help but to hide her face again, so fucking embarrassed - not only you caught her getting off, but now you also knew what she was getting off to.

"Oh my fucking god." She says, mortified, but you only chuckle.

"It was hot, Abby. Fucking scared me at first though, I thought something happened." You kiss her tit since she refuses to show her face.

"Sorry." Abby says into her own hands, still cringing. "I didn't mean for you so see.. this."

"Because big strong Abby doesn't beg?" You tease her and she hits you playfully. "Sorry. It was hot. If I knew you wanted me to dom you, I'd have tied you to the bed like, yesterday."

Abby's eyes get wide open. That was the word she was looking for: she wanted you to dom her.

"Really?" Abby asks as she moves her hands away to look at you, hopeful and vulnerable.

"Yes." You kiss her finally. "How about we take a shower and then I'll show how else I can make you beg, hm?"

[sanspuppet]

MDNI - smut

professor!Mingi x afab!reader

W/T: University AU, unprotected sex, breeding, public sex, quick dick sucking, reader’s first time, pet names (pretty, lovely, darling)

A/O: @ahimhere here’s your request for the prompt “Shush, we can’t have anyone hearing this”, i figured some professor Mingi, hope you can enjoy hehe <3

When the bell rang, and all the people that frequented your course left the classroom, the professor called your name once you walked next to his desk.

“Y/n, Miss. Can you please come over to my office? We need to talk about something.” Your body blocked, hearing his low voice demanding you. You couldn’t deny that he’s the finest, the most handsome man that you’ve ever seen, and the classes you had with him were always hard to focus on, as you were completely infatuated by his hot look. You shook your head to turn again to reality, pressing hard your books against your breast due to nervousness: why would he want to talk with you?

“Oh… Yes, surely Sir” you headed to his personal office, after walking over the class door. Your gaze was locked down your shoes, your cheeks felt burning at the thought of being alone with him.

You turned around to see him walking behind you, he reached the door and opened it with one of the keys he hold in his pocket pants. The man nodded to you as he sat on his chair. You walked over him and sat shyly on one of the two other chairs in front of the huge desk.

“So…” he opened a drawer, where he placed his books before closing it back. “You’re seriously a model student” his eyes were locked on yours, he had his fingers crossed when he continued: “You still have great grades, even though you seem very distracted during my lessons”

“Oh, uhm…” you blinked while staring at the floor, your mind was elaborating a good excuse, but the man beat you on time: “I’ve started to think that the reason you can’t focus properly is because of me, do i bother you?” You were confused as you saw a slight smirk diving onto his face, waiting silently for you to reply him.

“Yes- i mean… kind, of. I’m sorry.”

The man nodded, shaking slowly his hand to you. “You don’t have to be, i only need you to explain why you’re being distracted by me, so maybe we can work on this together.”

You played with your hands nervously, chuckling shyly and shaking your head before articulating the dumbest thing you could have said: “Oh no, no i shouldn’t.”

He raised an eyebrow, standing up to get closer to you. He held on his knee with a hand as the other lifted your chin. “Why shouldn’t you? Miss, i have already figured out why. But i want you to say it, so i can be sure of that”

Your heartbeat accelerated at the idea of him knowing that you use to fantasize about him during his classes, mixed with the sight of his face close to yours enough to feel his warm breath.

“I dream of… you, during lessons” you weren’t actually going to say what you daydreamed of him, right? It’d be so shameful, for your imagine of perfect student, but you couldn’t do anything about being a fucking pervert when it came to that professor.

“About? Keep going.” His hand never left your chin as he kept trying to make eye contact with you, despite your eyes were forcefully locked on the floor.

“H-having…” you gulped before continuing. “sex, here.”

He pulled back, murmuring a long: “Ooh~” with his arms crossed. “Just as i thought” He supported himself with the desk top. “I still don’t blame you, every student has his specific distraction… what i am asking to myself and obviously you, is… What should we do about it?”

Your mouth hung open waiting for your mind to elaborate anything, but the only thing that left your mouth was a simple: “i don’t know Sir…”

He scratched his chin, widened his eyes once he chose the best option: “Tell me y/n, if i fuck you and consequently fulfill your needs, will you focus better during my classes?” He got closer to you again.

The air inside the room felt heavy, you were struggling to breathe, and you could feel drops of sweat resting on your forehead as soon you realized how hot it was there. You were fatigued by some unknown reason before, but now the heat between you and your professor seemed uncontrollable to you, so couldn’t do anything but nod.

“Yeah, i think.” you murmured, finally looking at him. The man was loosening the knot of the tie to breathe better, you watched him unbuttoning his shirt, every movement of his got you wetter as reaction. You stood up and bent over his desk, your skirt was already on the floor when you dragged down your panties, a string of arousal connecting them to your pussy.

He groaned once he turned to see you prepared to take him. His hands were caressing your hips, his eyes inspecting every detail of your bare skin, even though you were one of his students, he couldn’t deny that you’re a hot yet pretty girl.

“I know i shouldn’t make preferences, but you’re my favorite student y/n, such a beautiful and smart girl.” You shyly chuckled, but the slight laughter quickly turned into a needy moan as soon as you felt his fingers slicking against your sticky cunt. “Shush, we can’t have anyone hearing this” You obeyed him, biting your lower lip to muffle any sound that could have escaped your mouth.

“Unfortunately i don’t have any condoms here with me, i will have to breed you, if it isn’t a problem.” You nodded, turning your head to try to look at him while he unzipped his pants. “You can”

In less than a minute he was already buried inside you, pumping as fast as he could without making any sound of skin slamming against skin. His hands were gripping your waist to hold better, your suffocated moans made him even hornier. “Fuck it’s so tight, is this your first time lovely?” his pace slowed down to help you reply easier.

“Y-yes” you layed on your elbows, your face was pressing against the wood of the desk.

“Oh so bad, your boyfriend should have been your first.” He was already tired of the sleepy pace, so he started to hammer again roughly into your pussy. You breathed deeply before talking back:

“It’s o-okey—fuck, i- i’m in love with you” you were so embarrassed to say it, even though it was the truth.

“We’ll se what we can do about it, but for now, let’s focus on orgasming, got it pretty?”

In effect, you found yourself really close to your high, but you still wanted to fuck with him more. The nasty and squelching sound was too loud that there was no fucking way it couldn’t have been heard from ourside, but even if people were probably thinking the professor was having a quicky with the sexy English teacher, he was actually fucking “the sexy student” as how he used to call you for himself. You could notice that the thrust became sloppier at some point, warning you that he was close to climax soon.

“God, i’d like to fuck you all day long but we have other classes in five minutes” He slammed his big cock inside your throbbing cunt enough to make your clit red from how he was balls deep in you. The heat turned into pure desperation of cumming as you two kept fucking.

“Sir… i’m close” you whined with your face squeezed into your arm to muffle the occasional loud noises.

“Gonna spurt my cum into you very soon lovely, get ready” he couldn’t hold back his groans, too.

You came the same second you felt a hot liquid releasing into your pussy, mixing it with your own. The man behind you groped your ass, spreading your ass cheeks to admire the mess leaking slowly out of you.

“Does it bother you if you keep it inside until you get home, darling?” he asked you, dragging your panties up to put them in place again. “it’s fine”

Once you were fully clothed, you turned around to look at him. Quite to your surprise he pointed at his still leaked crotch.

“Could you please clean it up, quickly?”

You immediately kneeled, licking down on all his length until all the cum on it was in your stomach. You took him out of your mouth with a pop, he didn’t wait any longer before putting back on his pants along with the boxers.

“I had a great time y/n. About what you said to me, maybe we can give us a chance, don’t you think? Let me give you my number, when you’re completely sure about that, we can hang out together.” he smiled at you, after asking for you phone where he could type his phone number.

After a minute, when the bell rang again, he opened the door holding it for you to leave his office first.

“Thank you, Sir” you cooed, a genuine smile popping out your face.

“You can call me Mingi, now go, maths is waiting for you” he chuckled back.

[grossditz]

hii idk if it’s weird but can you write like gyuvin as a stalker and he forces you to do it with him…!! ahh idkkk

pairings｜kim gyuvin x f!reader

wc｜1.9k

warnings ｜ dom!gyuvin，sub!reader，stalker gyuvin，delusional gyuvin，noncon，dubcon，kissing，choking，gyuvin is really manipulative，groping，crying，nipple play，breeding，gyuv calls you dolly + baby，unprotected sex，dumbification，reader kinda goes braindead

an｜not weird at all love ☁️☁️☁️ i'm so sorry this took me so long but i hope you enjoy and visit back soon !!!

it was too hard to swallow the lump in your throat. heart hammering against your chest while you pressed your ear to your apartment door, suddenly angry you forgot to talk to the landlord about providing peepholes.

this was so childish. you were too old to be scared of little creaks of doors, but you were and you couldn't shake it. something— someone has been watching you for weeks now.

paranoia had become your best friend. checking if doors were locked every ten minutes, counting the amount of steps it takes to get from your office to the comfort of your home, avoiding standing near any windows, afraid if you were too close, too aware, that someone would be standing there. your life hasn't been in ease for weeks. finally hearing the quiet knock on your front door at two am reassured you more than it should've. you weren't crazy. you knew this whole time. but now that whoever it is has the advantage to get to you surely made that reassurance turn to fear. mumbling, "what am i gonna do...?" pacing around the area, as if he can't hear you.

"come on dolly. let me in."

gyuvin could make out any of your sudden movements. quivering voice breaking into long heaves of breaths the longer he jiggled around your door knob. he could already imagine the frown on your face, pretty cheeks wet and hot. finally, after weeks he could have you. "I can tell you’re inside, you forgot to turn the lights off baby.”

the sound of one of your quiet sobs from the other side of the door made his heart hurt. broke it down into pieces the longer the sobbing went on. why were you crying ? why were you so afraid ? It was only him, the man you’ve been seeing for almost a year.

"please leave me alone." your whole body is shaking, trembling hands forcing the door shut. not knowing who exactly was outside made your face darken. you were beyond scared.

"don't wanna hurt you," he tilted his head, though you couldn't see him. his whole demeanor, as if hes not harassing a stranger right now, was filled with too much calmness. “please let me in pretty.”

your eyes were teary and full. there weren't any words in your mouth, finding it extremely hard to think of anything but whats going to happen. and as your sobs went more silent, so did he. and for a while there was a deep silence where you could only hear him breathing behind the door. as quietly as possible, you reached for the house phone, and slowly started moving your shaky fingers tapping the numbers, heart out of your chest. this was eerie. he was too silent.

"no one will come. who would listen to you the way you've been acting recently?" you froze, your finger hovering the last number. "its past two. theres no one but us.”

the sobs escaping your lips in a broken rhythm again made him feel like the walls were caving in. he hated how in pain you sounded. pressing his forehead to the door, he whispered in a honey-coated voice, closing his eyes. "listen to me baby. put the phone down and open the door. i told you, i won't hurt you."

his words were too easy to get addicted to. so well spoken and articulate, slipping into your brain like a virus. slowly you put down the phone, rising to your feet. "If I let you in, you promise you’ll take what you want and leave?" your little voice inquired with such insecurity, making his lips stretch into a small smile. "I promise.”

you were too stupid to believe a stranger. unlocking the door and stumbling back onto the couch. soon, like a wounded puppy, you started appearing in gyuvin's view. pretty and angelic despite the way your lips burned red for how hard you'd been chewing.

"why so scared?" he made a step to approach you, chest now bumping into yours, forcing you deeper into the couch cushions. your eyes watered again, refusing to lift your head and look at him directly. "please... take anything.."

gyuvin smiled, a breathy laugh passing his lips. he caressed your cheek, cold fingers making you shiver more in his hold. his other hand slowly worked its way beside your head, trapping you. "didn't answer my question baby." you physically couldn't speak. voice knocked out from his overwhelming presence.

gripping your face and pulling you closer to him, gyuvin muttered, “why are you scared?” his words were punctuated, eyes serious and dark staring into yours. “i'm s–s–scared...” you responded. your mind was going numb looking at him, his cologne filling your senses making you hazy.

the same hand that held onto your chin trailed down your neck, meticulous and slow while gyuvin watched you, doe eyes staring into his, almost making him feel bad about what he wants to do to you. sighing deeply his hand attached to your throat, grip strong enough to make your eyes flutter. you couldn't stop the whimper from escaping your lips as he tilted his head, pressing the tip of his nose against your cheekbone.

“don't be. m' gonna take good care of you.” he whispered before pressing a kiss to your cheek. "i promised."

your body was so weak against his and the kisses he pressed up your jaw had your knees buckling, on the verge of begging him to do anything but touch you. his free hand wandered down to your waist, fingers slipping to grope your breast. "i'd never hurt a pretty girl like you."

nothing in your brain could comprehend the feelings that were forming inside of you when gyuvin ripped the front of your top, pulling it off in one movement. "baby... you don't seem so excited? don't you want this?" his voice was sickenly sweet yet his face visibly hardened when you scrunched up, eyes drifting to the ceiling. gyuvin didn't say or do anything. firm hands still holding you against him while silence filled the air again. then he was leaning in to kiss you. soft, slow and addicting. he kissed you until your lipgloss was rubbing off and latched onto his skin instead.

"pretty thing..." his words trailed, eyes looming over your body, "be good will you."

he was kissing you again. harsher, making you feel limp and unable to do anything but accept the fate you brought to yourself. he grunts against your mouth, hands traveling to your sides and pressing you further to him. you were so perfect, all he's ever dreamed of. all he wanted to do was pull shaky moans from you, mold you into his forever.

the next few minutes were intoxicating. gyuvin's grip suffocating you, his hands everywhere. and the next thing you know, his pants are hanging over your couch leg and hes tearing your panties, welcoming your bare skin onto his clothed one, marking you with his scent.

"all mine. no one can ever have you. my pretty doll, wanna ruin your precious face."

you whimpered on his lips, because he was flipping you over, now perched on his lap while his hands gripped your sides and started moving your naked cunt against the bulge in his boxers, your poor clit throbbing from the friction and dampening his underwear. "c'mon make a mess on me."

"i–i– no! st–op!” you clung to his shoulders, trying to gain more friction by rubbing your clit against him despite begging him to let you go. gyuvin swallowed a deep breath, a bruising hold on your skin as he leaned in to kiss you again.

"been waiting for this haven't you pretty? soaking right through me. you wanted this."

"gonna cum! please!" you screamed when his hands reached for your breasts to play with your nipples, lips wrapping around the bud. your back was arching, hands smashing down on his shoulder the closer you got to release. gyuvin thought your body was the prettiest thing he never deserved seeing, a sacred treasure. "cum on me. let me hear all the pretty sounds you can make baby.”

coming undone above him hit you heavy. throwing your head back, eyes rolling so far you could see the whites. so perfect you were. “please....” your voice meak and brittle as you came down from your orgasm. gyuvin placed a kiss on your left breast, right above your heart. "shh."

his entire being was consuming you. willingly subjecting yourself to him as prey, buttering yourself up for him with a single kiss. you convinced yourself you didn't want this, pawing at his chest, asking him to give you more while your eyes stayed zipped closed. he wasn't the one you wanted. you never wanted this. but still when he aligned his tip with your dripping entrance, you couldn't help the way your head fell victim, drooping onto his shoulder.

"fuck dolly," he cursed at the feeling of your tight walls squeezing him, forcing him inside. “pussy's been waiting for me? so tight and ready baby."

your insides swallowed him, as easily as you swallowed his useless promise. and with every thrust in you, the waves of repetition started dissolving you, crumbling you down. your hands were holding him as if you were not his anchor first, saving him from the darkness looping him in.

watching your bouncing breasts whilst you rode his cock, gyuvin didn't want to miss anything. afraid you'd disappear if he looks away once.

It was all too much, overwhelming all your senses and making your skin feel sticky.

too drunk in the feeling of your second orgasm coming right away, you only whimpered, hips stuttering above him. his hand flew to your neck, squeezing it like before. "you know you have to ask baby.“ you whine, starting to feel too lost, "use your words." the heat building up in your core began exploding with his hand choking you, the feeling in your gut controlling you like a puppet master.

"inside! please! cum inside!!"

"fuck baby i'll give you everything." he thrusted his heavy hard cock inside you, making you reach your high. “gonna fucking break you."

you were letting him use you like a ragdoll until he was gushing and pumping his thick cum into your womb. you felt so dumb, eyes already drifting closed on his shoulder.

gyuvin brought your head back up, looking you in your pretty droopy eyes. all fucked out just for him. intoxicated. "baby belongs to me right? gonna let me keep you all to myself? you promise?"

you nodded dumbly, drool seeping past your mouth and into his arm making a silly smile spread your newly captors face. pressing your bare chest to his, groaning at the feeling of your perky nipples against his torso.

"my good little girl. all mine.”

his words were soaked in underlying intentions. and you knew but you couldn't stop the way you were pressing deeper into his skin, merging all you had into him.

© grossditz ⋆｡ °✩ 2023

[anystalker707]

Midnight sneak-outs

Pairing: Paul Atreides x [gender-neutral] Reader Summary: You've just moved to Arrakis. Some distraction is nice, even if it involves your hidden relationship being discovered. Tags: he's very sweet / lots of kissing / hand job / this is not about 15yo Paul A/N: i've been writing less, sorry. i've been working out+working+studying, spending from 7am to 10pm out of the house, it's harsh

MASTER LIST

          The air of Arrakis was thick and dry, enough to make your nose burn and threaten to start bleeding if you were outdoors without protection during certain hours of the day. It was very different from Caladan, uncomfortably so. You missed the cold breezes, the hikes along the woods, sleeping while it rained outside. The fact there was no way to escape this made you feel a little claustrophobic, but you tried your best not to be unpleasant, since the Atreides weren’t even obligated to bring you in the first place, but they couldn’t deny Paul’s requests, after all. You had to see the good side of it—even if it was hard and practically impossible. Arrakis seemed to trap you among its sands, even more so with how the Emperor had articulated that; it was just a one-way trip.

On the other hand, Paul seemed quite excited about it. He showed you some tools gifted to him by Duncan, the books he had found around. It was an excitement you couldn’t mirror, though you didn’t want to bring him down with it, since he’d always been so obsessed over Arrakis, extremely fascinated with it.

Paul looked over his shoulder as he walked over to the trees outside, ensuring you followed. “They say each tree consumes the same amount of water as five men. There are twenty!” He widened his eyes briefly as he placed a hand on the tree’s trunk, turning around to face you, with his free hand behind his back.

You furrowed your eyebrows, silently observing the lines of trees through squinted eyes under the harsh sunlight. They seemed sacred, holy. Their apparent aging and disposition—plus how they seemed cared for—demonstrated they held great importance. You looked into the horizon, trying not to dwell too much on the fact there were no mountains surrounding you; no hills, no woods.

“They’re huge,” you said with a hum, squinting your eyes more while looking at the top of the one you two were next to. “Are we supposed to be out here at this time of the day?” The heat felt suffocating, and unlike the cold from Caladan, you could barely escape it.

Paul shrugged, also squinting his eyes, though he was under the tree’s shadow, so you moved and joined him. It didn’t make much of a difference, and inside was probably a lot better, but being with Paul there for a little longer wouldn’t hurt. It was worth it. His eyes followed you, and his hand caught yours, lacing your fingers together to pull you closer. Paul took your other hand as well while leaning back against the tree.

“Are you feeling okay? We can head back inside,” Paul said cautiously, squeezing your hands as his eyes roamed over your features, green irises scanning your face, a search for something you couldn’t identify. Maybe you didn’t want to.

“Weather,” you said with a hum, taking a deep breath, but it failed to calm you down or do anything that mattered. The air was hot, almost burning your airways as they filled your lungs.

Paul seemed convinced, but he still looked at you as if trying to see past the armor you’d built, though he didn’t pry a lot, respecting the distance you imposed. Shaking his head, he pulled you closer instead, close enough to let his forehead rest on your shoulder and press a couple of kisses to it through the fabric. The worry that Paul usually only carried silently was not a little more evident as he stood there with you, trying to figure out how to help without suffocating you even more.

“Let’s head back inside,” Paul said, pulling you away from your thoughts. “We can go for a walk during the night. I want to explore around for a little, so it’ll be great, right? I want your company.” He lifted his head and looked at you in the eyes. A smile tugged on his lips after you nodded, eventually disappearing when he pressed his lips to yours in a soft peck.

The brief contact had your heart skip a beat and gave you comfort, even if just a little bit, even if just for a fleeting moment, and calmed the turmoil inside Paul’s chest.

          Arrakis was colder at night, and the great temperature variance was already predictable, given the planet’s characteristics. Still, it wasn’t bad. It was comfortable and refreshing, and the fact you didn’t have to wear formal clothes during the night made it more enjoyable, giving you a welcome false sensation of freedom. In contrast, Paul’s hand was warm against your own as you two walked down the halls of Arrakeen in deadly silence.

Hesitant steps eventually gained confidence once you two walked a good distance from Paul’s room, loosening your grip on each other’s hands comfortably. A guard or another walked by, but none of them seemed to notice you and Paul merged with the shadows, walking down the wide halls of the place, or maybe they didn’t want to.

It was quiet, unlike during the day, and it made Arrakis feel better, for some reason. Paul seemed as excited as he was during the day, pointing out details of the architecture or leaning against windowsills to take a look outside, peeking at the night sky and muttering about it. It was sweet, really. You spent more time looking at his face than at what Paul pointed out, making a light red tone coat his cheeks whenever his gaze caught yours.

Paul sighed as he ran his fingers along the drawings sculpted into the wall, walking each time slower until he stopped walking. “It’s pretty, don’t you think?” He looked at you again, a small smile lingering on his lips as he noticed how you paid attention to the wall as well.

“Yeah. Really catches your attention,” you muttered, meeting his eyes in the relative darkness and squeezing his hand.

Paul didn’t return his attention to the wall, instead holding your gaze. His hand tightened around yours in return, and it was practically a sign for you—a small sound escaped his lips as you stepped closer, compelling him to back up until his back met the wall. The corner where walls met was a discreet and darker spot in the hall where practically no one spared a look, so it would be even harder to be spotted there at such hours when the moons were high in the sky.

Paul’s breath fanned warmly against your skin as you leaned in, and you two just stood there in silence for a long moment, something between reaching a silent agreement with each other and checking if there was anyone nearby. From there, you didn’t need a lot of thought—your lips met Paul’s in a soft kiss, primarily tentative and gentle. His lips were warm and soft, just like you were used to, but something about kissing him in a hidden spot in the halls of Arrakeen felt different, compelling a new type of excitement to stir in the bottom of your stomach. Making out in a dark corner during such late hours of the night made everything better, the thrill and adrenaline that ran through your veins at the feeling of getting caught.

Your tongue ran along Paul’s bottom lip, snatching a soft sound from his lips, while his hand tightened around yours momentarily, hesitantly letting go so that his hand could hold on to your shoulder instead, to pull you closer to him. As Paul’s arms wrapped around your neck, he eventually melted into you, noticing your acceptance, his body tingling at the feeling of your arms firmly wrapped around his waist.

A soft sigh came from Paul the moment your tongue slipped past his lips to run along the back of his teeth and glide against his own, compelling his grip to grow tighter around you, with a new kind of urgency emerging at the deepening of the kiss, one you returned by pulling him closer and holding him tighter.  It could ruin your reputation, but it didn’t even matter now, not when you were lost in the way Paul kissed you, fingers gently caressing the back of your neck while his lips moved against yours in a perfect flow.

“Damn,” you whispered between kisses. Your attempt to catch your breath was disrupted by the continuous pecks that Paul kept pressing to your lips, arms tightening around your neck, so you ended up giving in and kissing once more, just enough to satisfy his need before your lips pressed to his jaw. Paul exhaled with a soft sound, arching his back to press more into you, groaning softly as he tilted his head to the side to give you more access to his neck and melted into your touch.

A sound echoed through the dark halls—a step? Door being closed? Weapon being adjusted? A shiver ran down your spine at the same time your blood drained to your feet, and Paul seemed to have the same reaction, both of you holding your breaths while standing as still as possible. It could be unimportant, just as much as it could be significant.

Your eyes met in the darkness, your breaths held in the deafening silence until your lungs burned, and you decided that if there were someone, they would’ve walked away. Or maybe that was just your brain convincing you to kiss Paul more, but did it really matter right now? The worries were slowly buried in the back of your head once your lips met his skin again, making his breath quiver. His arms slowly relaxed around your neck, and he was melting into your touches once again, whispering your name in a sweet and needy voice that made your heart flutter.

As much as you wanted to nibble and suck on Paul’s neck, it was a risk you didn’t want to take, even if most of his attires included turtle-neck shirts and vests. The young heir couldn’t be marked, couldn’t be touched, nothing that would ruin the Atreides’ reputation, and even so, he still indulged himself in a ‘hidden’ relationship with you, risking it all whenever proposing any sort of adventure that led you to situations like right now.

“I’m…” Paul’s breath hitched as his hands tugged on your shirt. A soft hum came from him as he shifted, managing to slip a leg between your own, allowing himself to grind against your thigh with a muffled moan. “Please,” he whispered, voice muffled by your shoulder as he pressed closer.

“No, we are—”

“Please…” Paul groaned. He buried his face in your neck, kissing a trail up to your lips, giving you a peck whenever you tried to argue against him. Who were you to resist that needy tone anyway? The way he made your heart flutter whenever giving you soft kisses, trying his best to convince you. A sigh escaped your lips before you leaned in again, taking Paul’s lips in another kiss, his bottom lip quickly caught between your teeth.

The thin fabric of Paul’s night pants was strained, tented up with the erection that ground against your thigh stubbornly until you gave his hips a harsher squeeze so that he would stay still—he did, with a whine. Among messy kisses, Paul moaned softly, trying to keep as quiet as possible while your hand slipped into his underwear and wrapped around his cock, warm and firm.

Part of you cursed Paul for having made you do that there, go all the way across the palace just to make out, but there was a different feeling to it, you couldn’t deny. Even if the chances were low, someone could still catch the two of you, and raise a scandal. Just the fact you could get caught by someone who didn’t know about your relationship, in general, made your heart race, something stirring in your lower stomach as your teeth sank harder into Paul’s lip. He whimpered, but the pain was nothing compared to the feeling that sparkled up his spine when your hand started moving around his cock.

Of course, it wasn’t the best thing in the world. It was a little stiff, but eventually better once your thumb ran across his tip, using the droplets of pre-cum to ease the friction, even if it didn’t do much.

“You’re dirty, Paul,” you whispered into his ear, squeezing his cock as you pumped him, trying to contain every involuntary thrust of his by pinning him against the wall with your free hand by the hip. His hands clung to your shoulders, most likely leaving scratches behind, despite the shirt in the way. “Does it feel good? Hm? Tell me?”

A soft whimper came from Paul in response, just at the same time his hips thrust into your hand. “Yes,” Paul groaned, voice strained as he pressed his forehead to your shoulder. His attempts to keep quiet result in choked gasps and shaky breaths, but it doesn’t stop the occasional moans from escaping his lips, quiet and needy, sending sparkles down your spine. “Feels so good,” he mumbled in a shaky voice; his cock twitched in your hand, leaking more.

You knew where to touch already, the pace that made Paul quiver and had his knees go weak, so all you did was to measure well how to use that, with slow movements and grazing your thumb against a spot under the tip of his cock until he could barely hold himself together while clinging to you.

Paul mumbled something that sounded like your name, incoherent, muffled against your shoulder, which was already damp from how he pressed his mouth to it to muffle his sounds—or at least try to. It was already growing sloppy with the amount of pre-cum that dripped onto your hand, and Paul was practically doing the whole job by himself already, fucking your hand while chasing his own release. You couldn’t deny the way it made you feel, the way you swallowed dryly whilst feeling him against you, but you were already going too far by now anyway. Maybe you could do more when you headed back to his room.

“Nngh, I can’t—” Paul gasped before his cock twitched more, and there it was—he came with a soft cry, quickly limiting himself to a hiss as his nails sank into your skin through your shirt. “Fuck,” he groaned, trying to keep quiet and hold his breath while riding through his orgasm, and he finally did so, with a soft whimper. His chest heaved up and down to catch his breath, fingers slowly loosening around your shirt, and he finally lifted his head to meet your gaze, blinking a couple of times. “You’re way too good,” he mumbled with a soft groan, pressing a soft peck to your lips.

“Oh?” You chuckled, pulling your hand away, and Paul quickly took care of adjusting his clothes again. “I’m not the one who suggested this, in the first place.” You glared lightly at him, and Paul shook his head in exaggerated frustration that immediately changed into a different expression when you started licking his cum away from your hand, humming faintly. “What?”

“Y’know—”

“Chambers. Now.”

[arminzblackbimbo]

the right way

blackfem!reader x nerdy!jean

tw: mdni, i love you kink, mating press, talk of pyramids, spit in mouth, oral (fem. r), crying during sex, slight dry humping, saliva, big dick jean, cervix touching, stomach bulge, nipple sucking, cock-warming, brief ear licking, and you're very needy and so is jean

you sit on the pink fluffy bed with jean on top of the covers, he is trying to educate you on how he believes the egptyains built the great pyramids. hearing him talk about something he is so passionate about makes arousul pool in your pretty panties.

he looks so good as he talks about how advanced their civilization was for their time period. his pretty eyelashes long as he blinks dazed as he so in awe of everything he's speaking of. his rectangular glasses sitting on his pointy nose and sharp jaw line moving as he continues to speak on the great accomplishments of egypt.

you slipped under the covers cuddling into the sheets feeling you legs tremble against them. why does he have to look so handsome ?, it makes it hard for you to focus on what he's talking about.

you hold the duvet up for his tall body to lay underneath with you. his 6'2 frame stretching out underneath your pink blanket and turning his body to the side to face yours. mouth still running a mile a minute.

you legs wrap around his waist pulling him close to you, nose to nose as you look in his eyes, he's so excited telling all the details and conspiracies. you can feel your core pulse against his bulky bulge in his pants. legs moving tighter against his slender waist.

"their culture, beliefs, and techniques still affect many of things to this day and....." you move slowly against him to just feel some type of friction against you.

"(୨୧), are you listening to me ?" he sees you breathing hard and your legs shaking against his abdomen. your covered mound against his clothed apendenge, making sure there is hard contact between them

"mmh yea baby" you push harder against him, making such hard contact makes you shudder against him. he continues, not picking up on the thrill your feeling.

you hands shaking from the neediness your feeling, hands sliding slowly underneath his baggy shirt. feeling his lean abdomen, rubbing on him as you look at him. so much adoration in his eyes and he looks so good all the time.

you rubbing all on his stomach cause him to lose focus. he was just about to talk about the foods that were eaten during that time. " (୨୧) your making me lose my train of thought, i'm trying to educate you on the egyptian advanced civilization". he pushes his glasses up on his nose you can feel his stomach clench up as you know all of the contact with you is making him dazed.

from your legs around his waist, your core against his length, and your pretty hands rubbing on his soft abs. your dainty acrylic nails rubbing his skin too, making his skin create goosebumps causing him to tremble a little.

you can feel his soft girth begin to grow in his pants wanting nothing more than to be between your pretty thighs. "why do you do this to me baby ?" he sighs going to grip on your thighs that still hold him secure, hands squeezing tightly. you noticed he only called you endearments when he needs you to satisfy him. all the formality leaving his brain.

you groan at this feeling knowing exactly how he gets. getting so needy for your attention turning into such a shell of who he normally is. so smart and articulate but as soon as he feels a little bit of tension he becomes a trembling, begging mess.

still so close to you, your nose connecting with his glasses almost touching your nose too. you move to kiss his nose loving how he looks so ditzy savoring the soft kiss. "sweetheart you're making me hot" he says going to kiss your nose too. letting it linger there you can feel him leave little breaths on the skin that's there.

you can feel the whimpers in his throat threating to come out. "let me help you" your still rubbing smooth circles on his soft stomach. hands still under his shirt you reach to assist to take off the shirt. he tenses a little always getting nervous when you have to see him naked even though he is built beautifully.

his abs are lightly visible under his skin, the tan skin that's everything is wrapped in, it's all temptation for you. why you can't never get enough of him. you're both are equally addicted to each other in your own ways, yours being listening to his every word and helping him when ever he needs it. he always helps you too, never leaving you unsatisfied. letting you be touchy with him knowing that just how you are.

now that you have access to all his skin that lays on his chest you caress the whole area. feeling his tense shoulder and massaging them slowly feeling him slowly relax. moving down to his medium pecks rubbing in cirlces running your fingertips across his peach nipples hearing him groan in hush tones. he always is so sensitive in his chest area.

legs still tightly wrap around him, your movements creating a light pulse to be created between you two. your lips move to give each nipple a small kiss and adding a small suckle to one, making his body lightly shiver. "mmm im getting too sensitive" you roll your eyes smiling at him always ready to release in his pants.

your pulsing so fast in your panties your leaking into them as you lay on jeans chest and look up at him. seeing his face blush up from the heat his body is creating. he cranes his neck to give you the kisses you been wanting all night. his head the side moving his lips steadily across yours. making him pull his arms tight around you, knowing your lips connecting makes him extra needy for you.

your tongue sliding with his so sensual making his mouth water. "open your mouth, baby" him speaking against you cause saliva to stick to each other lips. leaning your head back with your pretty mouth open, tongue hanging out he now has time to indulge in his guilty pleasure.

he puckers his lips letting the spit slid from his mouth to yours, sitting on your pink tongue. he has taught you to not swallow until he puts his mouth on yours again. he likes to see the slimy substance slid in your mouth, groaning while he watches.

your tongue hangs out your mouth obediently. his tongue lay on yours all the liquid making the kiss messy. he squeezing your waist harder not realizing in his pleasure. his length straining so much against you, it's hard to focus on his tight grip and sloppy kiss.

his arms loosening around you to slid to your butt hands shaking from all the desire, hands gripping the fat that sits there. savoring the feeling, "love, can i take these off please ?" so polite you have to shake your head yes. watching as his big hands slid you legs off his waist to take your delicate shorts off.

trailing your legs with his fingertips he makes goosebump appear on your skin. make you tingle in your panties. the same fingertips going to squish your thighs together. everything feeling so fluffy to him. shirt almost sticking to your skin from the temperature of the attraction to him.

the pressure of his hands travel to dip of you waist. caution in the flow of his hands as he moves towards your breast, just wanting to feel them he's desperate. wearing no bra, no need for it when your in your own home. the fat in your chest is heavy as he cups them. "can i take this off too, pretty please ?" kissing the top of your head as you nod eagerly in acceptance.

letting the shirt fall to the floor with his. feeling the cold air hitting you, you can feel jean looking at you dazed just how he looks when talk about space or medieval times. absolute adoration making you feel like he analyzing you and your body.

laying you on your back softly, he gets in between your soft legs. only your underwear and his pants keep the most intimate places from making contact. feeling the huge dent has you craving him, making it hard for you to wait on his preparation he like to do for you. antsy, you feel like you don't have the patience to take this long.

loving how your bronze legs feel around his slender waist. hands rushing to try and unbuckle his belt wanting what lies underneath. "wait, wait, wait baby" you yearn for him so bad, you pout while he holds your little hands still. "no need to rush, just relax" helping you take the belt off, letting the weight of it hit your stomach, hands trembling feeling the zipping vibrations in your fingers. pushing the pants pass his hips. hungry for the print that your eyes burn into

watching the pants hit the floor. liking how you look laid infront of him looking like everything he's ever loved, wrapped in delicate brown skin. it's almost making him feel like he's not real. how can he have you like this in his presence.

finally massaging your hips he goes to take those drench panties off. loving how they almost stick to you with the moisture you create. he feels he's in a fairy tale. he's read about things like this, the way man have been influenced by the woman that bed them making them start wars and make things go their way.

now that he has you in his vision he sees how such events were possible. how you glisten under the light, the juices coating all of your folds. looking edible to him. he is delirious with urge. he needs a closer look needing to inspect such perfection. lowering his head having to pry your legs off of him, as you pout at him wanting his body on top of yours but he needs to taste you

chin resting on bed wanting a deeper look at your honey pot. pushing you thighs back letting all the air hit you as he spreads you wide for his delight. eyes sparkling at the brown skin that shines as you get more aroused. "you just make my heart stop with your beauty" the poetry leaving his mouth makes you feel so dreamy. feeling his breath on you as he speaks.

lifting his chin up to move slowly to suck on you in the most prevented ways. loving the way the hot flesh sits in his mouth. moving his tongue with tempo on the pearl of nerves.

why is he so sensual ? making you feel like your floating in your body from the things he does and says to you. wanting to crawl up the bed at the delight your receiving. "jeaannn, pleaseee" you're begging for nothing, he already helping you relieve the ache you have.

he obeys your pleases suctioning a little harder with the rhythm of his tongue moving at a faster pace. having to push your thighs farther and firmer as you squirm in his hold. it's making you dizzy with you head thrashing against the bed

wanting the taste right from the source he scoops his tongue to the orgin of the juices, lapping at the endless supply. needing to feed into his guilty pleasure, he slurping now wanting to get all you have to offer. he lifts he head slightly to watch as saliva drips on your already wet skin loving how it slides in all directions.

eyeing him you can see the wettness that covers his face as he looks down at where is his only focus is right now. loving watching his work, making another trail of spit hitting you most sensitive spot as it spreads making so much wetness collect where your most plush. "you're a vixen living among us" he shakes his head "that's why you so addictive, i've figured it out you're a vixen" words causing you to gush loving how he speaks of you.

"your so seductive it's impossible to control myself" he kisses the wet flesh loving the noises he hears in response. thighs pushed farther as your knees are inches from hitting the sheets. your open wider for him he loves you like this. button of nerves now raising in the air letting his tongue bring it out from your flap of skin so he has full access. lips wrapping tightly around the sticky flesh.

he is slurping on you, tip of his tongue moving with his lips. why does he do this to you? mouth moving so good having to let go of you thigh sometimes push his glasses up as he feast. "j-j-jean" licking broadly under the suction of his mouth while he watches you throw you head back and arch you back. toes curling hard.

your taste is making his brain thump against his skull, not even reading whole astrology books getting him like this. making him feel like he might burst in his pants from the pleasure he is giving you. for some reason he almost gets as much pleasure watching you be satisfied as being inside you.

"i can f-f-feel- " he sucks harder at your conformation at your release coming, tongue moving in circles. the pressure in you lower stomach making you want to push him away, the thrill making your legs cramp up as you tense up. attempting to run away from the arousal 

legs shaking so hard he has to cup your thighs harder. the burn in your belly moving into your pelvis, so violently that you moan so loud at the burst of juices that escapes you right into jeans mouth. eyes rolling in his head as he collects more and more. feeling you vibrate in his hold. crying out in bliss

his mouth still moving, does he not understand that you've already satisfied ? why is he making you so sensitive ? does he not know you can only take so much ? whining while your hands shaking on his head, trying to get him away from his meal of choice.

he kisses your tenderness, spit connecting him with your downward lips before lifting his head up smiling at you with foggy glasses and the bottom half of his face wet. you pout for him as you reach for his boxer wanting him so bad to reveal himself to you. legs still trembling with satisfaction.

he lets you move antsy tired of moving slow now that he is needy. letting you pull them down as he helps you. marveling at the appendage as it it's undisclosed. the tan color is wrap around it like candy coating, the tip of it bright pink, the veins so abstract and visible they've made an apperence everywhere on the shaft. but the size it something that you gasp at.

the mesmerizing tip reach a inch beyond his belly button standing at full attention, and the girth making it hard to hold in your hands. your mouth is watering just looking at it. something all girls dream about it's what you get to look at whenever you please.

a boy who speaks on pyramids, the great wall of china, and mason dixision line has something that's makes it hard for you to concentrate.

you holding your hands up at him, signaling him to lay on you and give you one of his showstopper kisses that make you knees shake, as he finally throws the boxers on the floor with rest of the clothes. leaving you both fully naked. listening to your silent begs he lays his hardness on your stomach body heavily pressing into you. legs tensely back around him kissing with vigor.

your still buzz all over. feeling like there is static in your limbs. the kiss had the flavor of you all over each others tongues. he trying to kiss you slow while you kiss with vigor. not caring on how he can almost not keep up with you. "jean i need it now, pleaseee" you struggle for breath against his lips. "i need you so bad" pleading so bad for him.

"i know, i know i'm sorry for making you wait so long baby" kissing you in pecks to quiet up your pleases. liking how you feel his girth tense against you hearing your cries. he has to look at where he plans to connect with you. legs having to get unattached from him, admiring you when your knees touch the bed by your waist, firmly in the sheets.

you look divine spread like this for him while you pout at him to hurry up. he gives you one last kiss as he adjust himself to have tip against you. not liking how you tense. as you looks down unhooking one leg to pushes his glasses up to examine you farther. "calm down baby" putting both hands back on the crook of your knees to finally enter you.

the tip slowly makes way into you. so wet that impaling you becomes easier for him. you clenched up and shiver at only a couple inches into you "you ok baby ?" you whine grabbing his back to push him into you more not caring for his concern. your fine, you just need more of him. "s-s-slow down i don't wanna hurt you" he can feel himself becoming sensitive. tip stinging as you try and control his movements. he breathes slow so he doesn't become overwhelmed.

he pushes slowly whining at the wetness that is swallowing him up. his arms becoming weak as he looks down at you to where you stretch more and more. thrusting with the small amount he has in inside of you. he starting to feel something itch in him he just wants to stuff you, but he has to be careful.

the thrusting allows him to make his way into your wetness. almost touching pelvises with him it's making him feel fuzzy. hands shaking on your pretty thighs.

you whine for him to push all the way into you, why is he taking so long? "jean gimme all of it, i need it so bad" he always fulfills your wishes, he pulls back his restraint so he can push all the way in, your moaning so much. it makes him worried with how your pelvis are all the way flushed with each other. looking down again almost causing his glasses to come off making him have to push them up again

you can't shut up your whines, so loud because your stomach feels so heavy. now he can start his feverish movements now that there is nothing else left to give you, pulling the tip all the way out to roll his length back into you.

rolling his hips makes you shake in his hold, he studies you like he does any book he reads. each shake and grind you do is another page in your book. making sure he memorize that page so his knowledge of you is saturated in his brain, along with everything else he's infatuated with.

he rolls them just a little hard into you making you walls clench up against him. so slimy inside he can easily slide in and out makes squelches as he tries to pull away but your walls keep him trapped. he is whining now starting to feel the tears brim his eyes

he read about things like this. sometimes when someone is so overwhelmed no matter if they are in euphoria or happiness, tears can flow in their way. whenever he is inside your snug walls he cries from the feeling.

soft pounding while he pushes himself past his limits. moving faster making him press your knees harder into the bed, grip almost too tight. "oh my gosh i love you so much, i love youuu" chest heaving with tears making the words barely come out.

his lanky body towering over you making you feel small, you like how it makes you feel. he's concerned though because even through foggy, teared vision he can see your lower lips stretch with difficulty and stomach move with each push of his hips.

what he can't see is inside, when he touches the end of your canal, there is a squishy sensation of it. he knows it's your cervix touching roughy with his tip. "jean your too deep" your legs wobbling, feeling him eye the movement in your stomach.

"i'm so sorry sweetheart" you love how even when he digging into your stomach, a crying mess and making you shake from pleasure he still is so sincere. you pull the upper half of his body onto yours by his neck. face centimeters from yours as you look at him into his eyes.

hips now moving with more urgency remaining eye contact. you seeing those pretty hazel green eyes water with tears behind those foggy glasses. mouth open as he pants out. legs still firmly in his hold feeling you trying to get them loose but he's too strong. "please say you love me back baby i need it" red in the face from his violent cries. holding his neck in a harsh hold you put your mouth by his ear panting at his thrust

"i love you so much, jean" starting kissing his ear he demands you say it again, when really it sounds like he's begging with his sniffles "i-i love you, i love you" he moving faster, hearing the smack of each others skin. "ughhh again, again" he is so deep, feeling him hit the back of your walls is making you lurch forward but you to fulfill his wishes.

his strokes is in a rhythm that has you whole body shaking. he gives you a hard stroke "i said say it again, please !!" tears flowing onto your chest

"i love you jean, i love you so much !! oh my gosh i love youuuu" he is grinding into you knocking into your cervix. you gripping his neck so tight knowing he is almost there but you're right there with him. he is full on sobbing now crying into your neck.

he is treating you so good. you can't help but to tense all the way up barely letting him move inside because it's too much for you. he licks your earlobe broadly, he runs his tongue in the ridge of your ear "relax baby" he whispers right against your ear. he is so nasty under the nerdiness. spitting in your mouth, pounding into you, licking you ear. it all too much for you to handle. all while he cries and begs above you.

relaxing allows him to open you up again. rolling his hips so when the tips nearly leaves your opening he pushes back inside all the way to the hilt. legs shaking so hard you knows it's coming, the fire that you feel under your skin spreads from the forward thrust

he crying so hard into you skin humping you desperate for your cum. your love for him flowing out your mouth as you moan finally feeling it almost erupt in you. legs cramp so hard at the burst of juices that leave you to coat his stomach. your head thrashing against the sheets "ugh jean i-i loveee youuu" he bites his lip at your confirmation, tears hitting his nose and glasses.

so much is leaking out of you as you convulse under him. your eyes in the back off your heads just feeling the tears of jeans into your neck while he still rolls his hips into you. "i can't take it baby !!" legs trying to get out of the tight prison of his hands

"it's ok, i'm almost done" he kisses your jaw "i'm almost done baby i swear" glasses almost completely down his nose as he lifts his head out the crook of your neck. to look at your pretty face "you ok sweetheart" shaking your head yes fast contradicting your self needing more pleasure. seeing where you've been most neglected, he takes you taunt nipple that awaits for him in his mouth.

he suctions his lips sucking as hard as he can hips rotate in a circle in a hurried pace. tears coating your breast too. feeling hands keeping you secure. he so calculated with his movements making you silently scream out as you gripping him for everything he has. body weight pressing into as you feel him move harder into you twisting his tongue on your nipple.

juices spraying from you again in high pitch whines. making a wet mess all over him again. feeling him still his movement as he flush against you making full contact with you cervix pressing the tip onto it, crying so hard that his body shakes when you feel hot cream enter into you to laid right on your cervix, your whining so loud feeling the hotness of him in you. the jerking of him emptying inside you is knocking against that spot so deep making you moan out even more.

he lays on your chest, breast still in his mouth suckling. breathing hard trying to collect his breathe of crying and all of the physical intimacy he just finsished. he's hiccuping against you letting you both calm down. he's so sensitive he wants to pull of you as he becomes soft. but your so warm, breast tasting so sweet. legs still shaking in his grasp against the bed.

"jean my legs hurt" he looks down at your swolleness that swallows him, he lets the crock of you knees go. letting them shake at your sides, free from his harshness. he sniffles lifting his head from your breasts "i'm so sorry, i got carried away a little" he kisses you softly. seeing he stop crying, now that he's not as overwhelmed. you wrap your sore legs around his waist. keeping him all the way flush to you

not letting anything escape from you. "its ok, baby" you kiss his fluffy lips against yours. letting it be slow and sloppy, tongues gliding with each other. you pull away looking lovingly in his eyes, reaching to take off those glasses that have to be cleaned off. setting them next to you in bed "can you covers us up" he knows you don't want to be separate from him legs keeping him locked in while reaches for the askew blanket and covering you both.

his glasses off he can only see the outline of your pretty face as you smile at him. he grinds into your puffiness to get comfortable under the cool duvet. making you squeal. "jeannn" kissing your chest cuddling his head into your breasts.

latching on to your nipple as your rub his head of hair softly feel sleep invade your senses as feeling him softly suck. "goodnight jean i love you" keep his length inside you. you both fall asleep in each others hold loving that your nerdy boy can make you feel so good!!!

[infinitystoner]

Underneath the Tree

AO3 | Masterlist

✨part of @sarahscribbles’ Christmas Collection; header by @inklore✨

Summary: You’re expecting to spend the holidays without your other half. So when Loki reappears the night before Christmas, you indulge in a little merriment to make up for lost time.

Pairing: Loki x Female Reader

Word count: 3.1k

Tags/Content: Holiday Surprises Befitting the God of Mischief, Romantic Reunions, Fluff, Smut (Fingering, Cunnilingus, Anal Sex), Soft Dom! Loki, Established Relationship

Rating: Explicit; 18+

Author’s note: Here be the Yuletide filth! I realize butt stuff isn’t for everyone, but it’s actually really soft and sweet (and not overly explicit). If you like my writing, I hope you give it a chance. xx

The hairs on the back of your neck stand at attention as you pad across the kitchen floor, unnerved by the unmistakable feeling of being watched. You abandon your post-bath time snack on the counter, clutching at your bathrobe as trepidation gnaws at the back of your mind.

With the curtains drawn, only the glimmering lights on your Christmas tree illuminate the living room. It’s hard to see anything beyond silhouettes and shadows. A quiet night like this amidst the bustling holiday season is a rare treat, and you should be grateful and relaxed, but you just can’t shake the feeling that you’re not alone. 

You try to ignore the frantic beat of your pulse thundering in your ears as you inch closer to the tree. Did someone break in while you were in the shower? The rational part of your brain knows it’s downright laughable to entertain such a thought. A security breach is practically impossible thanks to Tony’s impenetrable tech. Unless…

“You’re back,” you say cautiously, voice no louder than a whisper. 

A surge of longing permeates your being, doing little to appease the rapid beating of your heart. The familiar shuffle of centuries-old leather catches your attention, all fear melting away as you turn to see a formidable figure emerge from the corner. 

Loki.

“I’m back,” he responds simply. 

He closes in, his gaze never leaving yours, the purposeful sound of his heavy boots on your hardwood floors resonating through the space. Loki’s presence is a solace you can’t quite articulate—but suddenly there’s a warmth filling the cracks that etched across your heart when he left. And there’s a calm wrapping around your solitude like a cozy blanket on the coldest winter night.  

You study the god before you, the Christmas lights casting a soft glow over his figure. His dark curls fall in waves atop his shoulders, regally framing his perfectly sculpted features. His brows slant upward as he drinks in the sight of you, a dimple appearing along his cheek as he returns your smile. When he slides his hands around your waist, your stomach somersaults at his touch.

You take a deep breath and reach up to cup his jaw, savoring the coolness of his smooth skin. Loki leans into your palm, closing his eyes and exhaling a deep sigh. It’s a small gesture, but it speaks volumes. You can’t resist the urge to pull him into a tight embrace, humming as his strong arms wrap around you in response.

He tenderly presses a kiss to your temple, tugging you closer against his muscular chest. The scent of ancient forests, leather, and musk—along with something sweeter you can’t quite place—invades your senses. Finally, he breaks the comfortable silence. 

“Did you miss me?”

Loki searches your eyes, a hint of apprehension marring his beautiful face. He’s only been gone for about six weeks—which is nothing compared to the months you previously spent without him. But how did you ever think you’d be okay spending the holiday without him? 

You glance up at him with feigned exasperation.

“Of course I missed you, you silly, gorgeous man. But did it ever occur to you to knock? Or call ahead? Perhaps send a raven?” 

A devilish smirk adorns lips. “Now where’s the fun in that?” 

“But what if I’d attacked you? I wasn’t expecting you back until after–” 

“Attacked me?” Loki chuckles, sitting on the sofa and pulling you onto his lap. “Now that I’d like to see.” 

“Is that so?” you ask, caressing the gold plating embellishing his chest and trailing your fingertips across the high collar of his leathers, stopping only when you reach the sharp juncture of his jaw. He peers up at you as you straddle his hips, and the glint of mischief in his eyes is exhilarating. 

“Mm, perhaps later, my little vixen.” 

With a flick of his wrist, a fire roars to life in your hearth. Beyond the crackles and pops of the blaze, a familiar Christmas song begins to play and you swear more twinkling lights appear on your tree. You’re not sure if the night can get more perfect than this.

“What is the phrase you mortals are so fond of this time of year? Season’s Greetings?” 

“Something like that.” 

“You know, we host a similar winter festival on Asgard,” he explains as you tuck his hair behind his ear, exposing the column of his neck. “It’s rather extravagant. Hedonistic, some might say.”

“So, you willingly left the decadence of Asgard. To spend Christmas on Earth. With me.” 

“Is that really so inconceivable, my love? I am, to borrow another turn of phrase, quite smitten, I’m afraid.” 

“Just wanted to be sure,” you tease, but a familiar tingling sparks in your core at his admission. Sometimes you can hardly believe this man—this god—fell so hopelessly in love with you. Of course, you have your issues like any other couple. Dating an alien who once tried to take over your planet does not come without consequence. But, oh, the way he’s looking at you now makes it all worth it. 

“And I believe this is a holiday spent in the company of those you care about, is it not?” he continues. “Besides, Mother quickly picked up on the fact I was more distracted than usual and blessed my departure.”  

“Must remember to thank Frigga for this Christmas surprise,” you joke, pretending to jot down a note. 

The curious arch of Loki’s brows soon contorts into an expression of ecstasy as you begin to work your lips along the column of his neck, nipping at his skin.

“Gods,” he quietly says, shifting beneath you and tightening his grip on your waist. His low rumble of pleasure is a sound you can happily lose yourself in. With a final press of your tongue to the erogenous zone below his ear, you lean back, but Loki is quick to capture your lips in a blistering kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him close and savoring the taste of him. A trace of mulled wine lingers on his mouth, and you wonder if he left Asgard in the midst of the aforementioned Yuletide celebration. 

“So, are you going to tell me?” you murmur against his lips. “Or am I to believe it was only the thought of startling me in the middle of the night that drew you away from your royal duties?”

“What?” Loki’s brows furrow in sincere confusion, his mouth agape.

“You said you were distracted…”

“Oh, yes. That.” The knowing glance he gives you in response sends a jolt of arousal coursing through your body. He clears his throat, running his hands under the curve of your ass before rolling you over onto your back.

“I was distracted by you,” he says, pulling your robe open. “You infiltrated my every waking thought, you infuriating woman.”

“That’s hardly surprising,” you giggle, biting your bottom lip as he magicks away his armor. His alabaster skin is ethereal under the amber glow of the blazing fire, every dip of his chiseled torso cast in devastating shadows, muscles rippling beneath his taut skin as he leans over you. Your fingertips ghost over the fine smattering of hair below his navel, their sensuous journey interrupted by a band of leather. You whine, tugging at his trousers. 

“Patience, darling,” he snickers, kissing along your collarbone. His tongue flits along the valley of your breasts and a white hot heat coils in your hips. Loki tilts his chin up, darkened eyes piercing your very soul. “I’m not going anywhere.”  

He takes one of your nipples into his mouth, rolling it between his teeth as he moves against your skin. You arch into him with a gasp, fingers digging into the broad expanse of his shoulders, his lithe muscles rippling under your touch.

“And we’ve both been so very patient, haven’t we?”

A wolfish grin creeps across his face as he tenderly pushes your thighs toward your stomach, his hands pushing your knees outward as you offer yourself up to him. You’re completely exposed, but any hint of inhibition dissipates as you note the unadulterated lust in your lover’s eyes.

Loki inhales sharply, greedily consuming what little air is left between you. Within seconds his mouth is warm against your cunt, and a broken moan escapes you. You twist your fingers into his hair as your entire body shudders in response to his enthusiastic movements, your frenzied mind attempting to process the situation. Twenty minutes ago, you were content with the idea of crawling into bed with a tin of shortbread and a good book. And now? Well, if you’re not careful, you’re going to come before things even get started. Loki realizes this and lightly grabs your wrist, removing your hand from his hair and guiding it behind your knee.

“Here,” he says, his hand engulfing yours as he presses it firmly against the back of your trembling thigh. Your pussy clenches at his simple command as you obediently move your legs further apart, contorting your body to his will. You can feel the weight of his gaze on you—all of you—as you settle into the new position, your back relaxing into the softness of the cushions beneath you.

The soles of your feet brace against his clavicles as he dips back between your legs, sucking at the soft flesh along your inner thigh before returning his attention to your core. When his eager tongue glides past your cunt to circle the sensitive area further down, you nearly levitate off the sofa. 

Loki groans as he laps at you, his sinful slurps creating an intoxicating melody in your mind, the Christmas music long forgotten. You choke on air as the calloused pad of his thumb finds your clit, languidly rubbing circles as his tongue continues to explore your hole. The novel sensation is nearly enough to send you over the edge.

Thoughts of experiencing Loki this way had dwelled in the dark recesses of your mind for months now. You’d shamelessly pleaded for it during your last night together all those weeks ago while in the throes of passion. But Loki, with his silver tongue and roguish charm, was infuriatingly persuasive and surprisingly sensible. And so you had agreed to wait.

“Don’t tempt me, little one,” he had coyly responded as he slid the tip of his cock along the curve of your ass, trailing down until he made contact with your cunt. Yet the intensity with which his fingers dug into your hips as you begged for more let you know he wanted it just as much as you did.

“Something to look forward to,” he’d mumbled into your ear as he pressed his firm chest against your back, the sheen of sweat coating your skin intermingling with his as he buried himself inside your cunt for the third time that evening.

Your wait, it seems, is over.

“Norns, you’re divine,” Loki says, lifting his head to peer at you across your heaving torso. He continues rolling his thumb over your clit as he kisses along your stomach, his soft curls falling across your exposed skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Shall I keep going?”

“Yes,” you rasp, doing little to conceal the urgent need in your voice. “But don’t we need the–”

You nod toward the bedroom, alluding to the bottle of lube tucked away in your nightstand. But the words catch in the back of your throat as a cool, lubricated finger nudges where Loki’s mouth had just been. You glance down at the god, furrowing your brow as you observe a flash of seidr ignite the space between you. 

“Well, that’s convenient.”

Loki lets out a breathy laugh as he looks up from his spot between your legs, his eyes dark with desire. His raven hair falls in a curtain around his face as his gaze darts back down to your center. 

“I’m giving you exactly what you asked for.” Loki grins, slowly pressing his middle finger inside you. You nearly sob as your anticipation is engulfed by a rush of euphoria.

“I’m giving you all of me,” he adds, an exhilarating ache rippling through your core as a second finger joins the first.

“Oh my god,” you  cry out as the blend of forbidden and familiar pleasure overwhelms your senses. Loki’s fingers steadily move inside you while he licks a wide stripe through your folds and you toss your head back with a hiss. 

“Relax, love,” he says softly, wrapping a large hand behind your knee and guiding it over his shoulder. As you settle into the new position, Loki’s gifted tongue swirls around your throbbing clit, the skillful drag of it sending adrenaline searing through every nerve ending in your body.

“You’re doing so good,” he continues, his voice ragged and deep as he watches you squirm beneath him.

“S-so good,” you echo, keening at his praise. “Loki—fuck—you feel so good.”

He continues to gently move his fingers inside you, pushing deeper with each pump until you feel his palm flatten against your cunt. You slur his name, winding your fingers into his hair once more in an attempt to ground yourself. It doesn’t work. 

“More. Please,” you beg, the words tumbling from your lips without conscious thought. Loki responds by stilling his motions and removing his fingers from you. You huff, pushing yourself up into a seated position and forcing Loki to shuffle onto his knees to avoid sliding off the edge of the sofa. What the hell? 

“Loki…” you caution, your heart wildly beating in your chest as he tauntingly returns your gaze. He simply laughs, clearly amused by your little display of assertiveness.

“Feisty tonight, aren’t we?” he says, hands trailing up your thighs and around the curve of your ass. You both know you’re at his mercy tonight. “I knew I saw your name on the naughty list.” 

“You’re not playing fair.” 

No, he’s just playing on his own terms. Taunting you like he always does—a cat toying with his mouse. 

“I’m merely trying to determine exactly how much more you can take,” he drawls as he nuzzles his nose along your neck.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you respond coyly, running your fingertips along his leather-clad erection.

You know he can see right through you, can sense the way he’s driving you mad. And before you can give your next bratty retort, Loki tightens his grip on your ass and forcefully pulls you toward him. As your bare chest makes contact with his, a shiver rolls down your spine.

“Oh, I think you do,” he says, reveling in the power he possesses. You moan into his mouth as his hands roam your body with a hunger that leaves you breathless. All that matters is the feel of his tongue against yours, the touch of his cool hands on your heated skin. Your pulse quickens as Loki pulls away to admire you, his eyes glazed over with lust. You need him. All of him. Now.

“And I need to hear you say it.”

“I want this, Loki,” you concede breathlessly. “I want you.”

“Words cannot convey how much I want this—want you—in return, my love.” A reassuring smile spreads across his features as he coaxes you to lie back down. Your heartbeat thrums with excitement as you comply with his request, and as you open your legs for him once more, you feel his eyes burning into your skin like a fiery brand.

“You’re sure?” Loki asks quietly, dropping his mask of dominance a moment as he brushes a finger along your slit, skimming the delicate skin between your ass cheeks with the pad of his thumb. 

“Y-yes,” you whimper as he finally—completely—undresses himself in a wave of gold.

Stunning, you think, taking in the vision of Loki kneeling between your legs. His chest heaves with each shallow breath, his cock resting heavy against his muscular thigh. You let out a small whine when his hand leaves your body, wrapping it around the base of his shaft instead. He tosses his head back, and the small grunt that tumbles from his lips as he begins to stroke himself is positively sinful.

“Say it again. Please,” he chokes out, tugging the foreskin over the glistening, swollen head of his cock.

“I need you, Loki,” you say, shifting against the blankets and cushions.

He’s unwaveringly graceful as he guides your legs around his hips, positioning himself above you as the tip of his cock presses into your tight entrance. The pressure is beyond anything you’ve experienced before, and for a fleeting moment, your eyes widen in trepidation. 

“Breathe, darling one.” 

And so you do. Loki guides your breaths as he steadily stretches you to what you’re certain is your limit. You begin to lose yourself as the heady scent of sex wisps through the room like tendrils of Loki’s seidr, entwining with the heightened groans of carnal bliss. 

“Talk to me. Are you okay?” 

“So full. But… but good,” you manage to say, and it’s the truth. As your body relaxes into his movements, everything becomes more comfortable. Your hands graze down his back until they find the firm swell of his ass, pulling him deeper.

Loki growls out an old Norse curse as he bottoms out—his hip bones flush against the back of your thighs. You’ve never taken this much of him before, and tears prick at the corners of your eyes. You clench in response. 

“My perfect girl,” he praises. With controlled precision, he starts to rock into you and every throbbing inch of his cock drags against your walls in the most delicious way. Soon, his fingers are circling your swollen clit and the pressure in your hips becomes too much to bear.

“So perfect,” he repeats between grunts, your body writhing as he brings you closer and closer to release. Like a caged bird set free, you soar higher and higher, the world spreading beneath you in all its glory as you ascend toward the stars. With one final thrust, you come undone.

Loki presses his forehead to yours as a strangled whimper rips from his throat, his own orgasm quickly following yours. 

You stay like that for a while, a tangle of limbs and heaving breaths on your sofa. Eventually, everything comes back into focus: the fire, the music, the twinkling tree. 

“That was quite the gift,” you say as Loki settles beside you. 

“Certainly, you don’t think that was your only gift?” He tuts and casts you a rakish wink. “Your next surprise awaits you in the bedroom.” 

You giggle as Loki stands and scoops you into his arms. 

“Honestly. What kind of imbecile gives their love only one orgasm on Christmas Eve?” 

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Yandere Alejandro Headcanons

Warnings: 18+, suggestive content, vague smut, no pronouns used for Reader except 'You', marking, riding, praise kink, switch! Alejandro w/ top lean, cum play (?), yandere behaviour, possessive behaviour, obsessive behaviour, implications of stalking, Stockholm Syndrome, pet names, mention of voyeurism, surveillance, murder, forced relationship (at first), paranoid/jealous Alejandro, etc

WHEW, okay.

Alejandro is a passionate man. And when he falls, he falls hard.

Like, clipping through the floor and into the Backrooms level of hard.

Whatever you did to get his attention, you've eneamoured him, which is both a blessing and a curse.

A blessing in that this man, regardless of whether he's a yandere or not, is loyal.

He's your shadow, going wherever you go, watching over you like a morally ambiguous angel.

He's a trained, professional killer, so this man has no qualms or difficulty in reducing someone he deems as a threat to you (or your relationship) to a mere blood spatter on a pavement in some alleyway.

However, he will hold back on such murderous activities if you tell him to.

He can't resist you.

Like, at all.

He'd do literally anything for you.

Once, you joked around, asking him what he would do if you lost your heart. Like it just vanished, completely disappeared. Poof!

This man got down on one knee and proclaimed, knife in hand (where did he get the knife?): "I would carve out my own and lace it into your chest, and I would always be with you, my love coursing through your veins as it does through mine."

"Oookay, big guy, let's get you to bed..."

You made sure to watch over him that night and make sure he did no such thing. Because you knew he meant it.

You made sure to hide the knives behind a locked cupboard door after that.

Like I said, he's a passionate man.

In the early stages of your (forced) relationship, you just knew he was quite physical.

He wasn't malicious; far from it!

He just loved you so much that he wanted to express it in ways that words couldn't articulate.

However, after you expressed that you weren't comfortable with physical touch after, you know, being kidnapped by him, he basically had his hands tied behind his back whenever you were around.

Even backed away from you if you nearly brushed up against him (whether intentional or not) like he was in dodging a bullet.

It was actually you who, after Stockholm Syndrome kicked in, had initiated physical contact.

You slid your hand over the blanket that covered you while you sat in the sofa, watching a film.

Your finger just grazed Alejandro's, and when I say this man jumped, I mean he was like a cat pinned to the ceiling.

He was about to apologise to you for...being in your way?

Until you interrupted him, giving him a hesitantly wide-eyed look.

You tried again, embarrassed to vocalise (and realise) that you wanted to hold hands with the man who'd stolen you.

He was rigid, almost shaking, deathly afraid of losing you in ways he couldn't even fathom yet, all because you brushed hands for a ghost of a second.

"It's okay," you said. Your green light for Alejandro to relax.

He seemed to do so, albeit marginally, as his shoulders softened, losing their boxy edge.

His large, rough hand slowly merged with yours, fingers interlocking, filling the empty spaces.

Yours was soft between his, not having known work since your capture.

You put the thought out of your mind, trying instead to focus on how you were feeling right now than how you'd been feeling for the past few months.

You could feel his hand shaking in yours for a long time afterwards, a frightened bird in your grip.

You smoothed the back of his hand with your thumb, not looking away from the TV casting a white glow upon your face and hiding the blood rushing to it.

You felt his fingers twitch, desperate to just take your hand in his and just kiss it black and blue.

But he held back, waiting you to come to him when you were ready.

Alejandro gradually got braver after that initial encounter, though.

He seemed more comfortable taking your hand in his, which, whenever you initiate first, he melts.

Puppy of a man.

At some point in the relationship, about 6 months in, Alejandro wanted to test your loyalty.

He left your home, making a big song and dance about how he was going to the shop and wouldn't be back for an hour or two.

He left the front door unlocked and hid behind the curtained window of a friend's house across the street.

The friend was unaware of your situation, making it easy for Alejandro to lie about why he needed to hide there.

It was not easy for Alejandro to lie, however.

He could feel the falsehood burn his tongue as if he'd summoned a great evil, chanting its name and burning its poison symbols into the muscle.

It was slanderous - the baseless cover story of waiting for your suspected side-man coming to pay you a 'courtesy visit'.

The hour passed. And he waited with bated breath.

He saw you emerge from the house, oblivious to his presence, and look outside.

Your gaze was uncertain; you were considering something.

Alejandro was ready to run, to bolt out the door and capture you, return you to his house and--

You shut the door, returning to the confines of the house.

Alejandro watched, eyes wide, with only his uncertainty certain, as he waited for you to leave, to run as far as you could away from your cage - from him.

But you never did.

Ten, twenty minutes - nearly an hour passed and you'd still made no attempt to flee.

Alejandro returned home not long after, unable to resist the pull any longer.

He slammed the door open and closed behind him, and sought you out immediately.

Before you could ask him what was up, how, despite the force of his manner, he came to have such a smile on his face, he swept you up in his arms and kissed you.

Chaste on the surface, but burning with sheer desperation underneath, an almost metallic taste on his lips from his heart swelling to such an extent that he could feel it in his throat.

Or, rather, a lump of tearful joy collecting there.

You made no objections, instead kissing him back, though with unmatched, rather intimidated frevour.

"I saw you--" he said between breaths, fanning your cheeks with the flickers of his inner fire.

"--When I left, you stayed. You saw your chance for freedom, and you stayed--"

He didn't give you time to unpack that statement, wrapping your legs around his waist and holding you there, lips moving from yours down to your jaw, your throat, nipping the crook of your neck.

You yelped, quick yet noticeable as Alejandro withdrew, seemingly broken out of whatever trance you'd put him in.

Everything he wanted to say - wanted to ask - flashed behind his eyes.

You smiled at him, wrapping your arms tighter around his shoulders.

"I want this," you say, placing a hand on his cheek and giving him a tender look.

NSFW

This man lives for your praise, and he makes sure to return the favour.

Calls you things like: "Mi Amor," and "Mi Corazon," (My Love, My Heart)

His accent makes it even more intimate when he whispers airy praises into your ear as he's softly thrusting into you, making sure you know just how loved you are.

Mutters things in Spanish while he loses himself in you.

He's a very strong lover, so he'll take any opportunity to show you how much he loves you by putting your pleasure - sexual or not - above his own.

Gives phenomenal head, tbh.

He just knows what you like, which you could chalk up either to him being attentive, intuitive, or having stalked you and your preferences for weeks prior to your official meeting.

He marks you when he's jealous, the primal need to ward off other men from the love of his life becomes overwhelming when something like a stray look or a brief conversation makes him believe you're going to leave him for someone else.

He's more of a top but will be absolutely delighted if you ask to ride him.

Relating to the 'stalking' mention from earlier, he's maybe kind of into voyeurism??? In that he just loves knowing what you're doing when he's away, regardless of the nature of the activity (unless it's cheating - in which case he does not enjoy seeing what you're doing).

And he sees it all through the camera system he has installed in every room and crevice of the house.

Seeing you in his shirts makes him feel some kinda way.

Another aftercare king over here; he knows exactly what you need and when you need it, and he will not rest until all your needs are met.

Btw, he's mad insecure that you'll leave him one day, (would you believe it).

And the only way to reassure him is to either marry him, or give him the most atrocious, knee-buckling head known to man.

Tbf tho, Alejandro thinks your head, regardless of how good your game is, is spectacular - just because it came from you :>.

Cum play; man loves just covering you in himself because it reminds him that you're his.

It's more reassurance for himself rather than to exert power or authority over you.

Back to SFW

Alejandro knows you inside and out.

He takes a vested interest in anything and everything you like; he can name ever main, background and side character from any book, film or animated series you like. Also knows your top 25 favourite songs off by heart.

If you show that same level of attentiveness to him, he will be absolutely whipped (more so than he already is).

He's the first to say "I love you." And if/when you say it back, he's already planning the wedding in his head, the image becoming clearer, more of a certainty than a fantasy.

His eyes go really wide and glassy and he's looking at you like he has the Universe in his arms.

Because in his view, he does.

He loves you more than he thinks is physically capable for any human, and he will do anything to keep you safe and happy.

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Big man, little dignity

Summary: Joel saves your hopeless ass and he gets stuck with you for a while, but it doesn't seem to bother him.

TW: attempted rape, violence, age gap (yn is legal)

Tags: y/n is hella dumb, one bed trope, daddy kink, smut with plot, some fluff and petnames 

It was dark and you were dumb enough to go outside because you couldn’t sleep. You thought this city was safe enough. A community of squatters that got together after The Day. So you left your decrepit apartment where you lived alone and you walked under the stars, knife on hand just in case. You were still mindful of the fact that you were a woman, and the new world liked to remind you even more.

The area was cleared out of clickers and runners regularly by volunteers. You were useless in fights, but you were grateful of all the people who wanted to protect each other. You preferred staying behind and taking care of the gardens.

You wandered in the community gardens, passing a dark alleyway, when suddenly, you heard a noise. Like someone approaching slowly, mindfully but somehow still fucking up. You turned around, but it was hard to see anything in the darkness of the night. Soon enough, you felt strong arms grabbing you and pulling you in the closest alleyway. You dropped your knife on the way.

 “Get the fuck away from me.” You tried to sound menacing, but your voice was so low and so, so useless.

 He pushed you against the brick wall, facing away so you didn’t see who were attacking you. He was trying to take off your clothes. You cried silently, awaiting the moment where you were once again violated just for existing in a girl’s body.

 Without warning, the sound of a gun tore up the night sky. Then, a loud thump. Then, no more pressure on your hands. You were free and there was blood everywhere. You turned around and you were faced with another man. You felt the urge to run away, but he dropped his gun and put his hands up in the air.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” And you wanted badly to believe him.

He had a raspy voice and a thick American accent. You wiped your tears away, eyes still red and hands shaking. You slowly went towards him to see if you knew you savior. You didn’t.

He was almost 6 foot tall, in his late forties. Salt and pepper hair, patchy beard and a mustache that belonged in the 80s, tired but soft eyes.

“T-Thank you…” You finally managed to articulate.

He just nodded, then said. “You should sleep somewhere else tonight. I think they followed you.” But you had nowhere else to be, no one to go home to.

You had been so fucking reckless. So fucking stupid. And the time you get caught finally arrived.

You weren’t moving, except your shaky legs and hands.

“Here, come with me.”

He seemed especially awkward about it, like he hasn’t been much in contact with humans he didn’t kill. You nodded, then followed him. The road to the building he wanted to take you to wasn’t usually that long, but he did a few detours to outwit the people that wanted you dead or worse, enslaved.

Under his boots, the stairs creaked. The building was mostly abandoned, and he brought you to a door, which he locked behind him. He lit a few candles that made his tan skin look even tanner. He probably was outside a lot. You looked around to see a place that was as “charming” as where you lived.

Awkwardly, he gestured to the destroyed couch, where you sat, while he stayed up in the corner, analyzing your trembling movements.

“I can boil some water, do you want some tea or anything ?”

You nodded and he disappeared in the kitchen, coming back with only one fuming cup. Even a warm drink in this time was a luxury, so you were thankful.

 You looked like a scared little girl, hands gripping the cup like you were gripping on life.

 “What’s your name?”

 You told him. You had no reason to lie to him. He saved your ass back there.

“I’m Joel, nice to meet you. How old are you ? Young girls like you shouldn’t be outside at that time… it’s dangerous. Bunch of creeps.”

Well that felt… patronizing. He was probably a dad before all of this, so you couldn’t blame him. He looked like a dad. But you knew your short hair, big doe eyes and round face made you look like a teen when you were closer to 30 than 18.

“I’m 26. Not that young and helpless.”

That’s it, you slowly got your personality back. You could’ve sworn you saw a smile tug the corner of his chapped lips.

“So, what the fuck where you doing outside ?”

“Taking a walk. Couldn’t sleep with my dumb anxiety. And you?”

He seemed to understand. You sipped your tea, warm beverage going down your throat and warming up your body.

“Doing a delivery. I got… stuff for that if you need. Contraband. Will make you sleep through the night with no problem.”

A Ziplock bag appeared in his callused hands with a few white pills in it.

“What if you want to drug me?”

Your fear was legitimate.

“I’ll take one before and you’ll see it’s harmless.”

“Deal.”

So, he did, and you waited in silence. You looked at your clothes once you were done dissociating. They were covered in blood and having them still on made you feel dirty.

“I’ve got extra clothes if you need.”

“Do I wanna look like a middle-aged dad? Sure.”

A silent laugh escaped his throat. He got up to get you clean clothes: men’s shirt and loose joggers in which you would probably float. He pointed you to the bathroom, where you silently went. The mirror was half broken, drugs, alcool and various sketchy bottles covered the counter that was falling apart. In what’s left of the mirror, you could see your red eyes and trembling lips. You decided to look away and got changed. The joggers were hanging on by a thread on your boney hips.

“Do you live alone?” You asked as you went back to what was left of a living room.

“Yeah. You’re safe here. And I didn’t die yet, so take a pill and rest.”

He left you the only mattress in the apartment and he slept on his couch. The white pill slowly rocked both of you guys to sleep. It numbed your brain enough so you didn’t have to relive the last hours.

The next days followed almost the same routine. Joel seemed determined to keep you under his wings. You didn’t leave and he didn’t ask you to, even if his back hurt him because of his long nights on the destroyed couch. Soon enough, he brought you on odd jobs with him, but he discovered fast enough that you didn’t know how to shoot a gun to save your life. So, he taught you.

You were in an empty field, not a human or a runner in the horizon. He had put up some kind of homemade targets for you to shoot.

“How did you live for so long if you didn’t know how to fight, lady?”

“I took care of plants and stayed inside. You’re welcome for the food I’m growing, by the way.”

He laughed silently, like he always did. You never heard his actual laugh.

“Let’s get back to teaching you some things, sweetheart.”

It was the first time he gave you a pet name. You tried to ignore the jumping sensation in your heart and your flushed cheeks when he said it. Thankfully, his body was behind yours and he couldn’t see your face.

“Is it okay if I come closer and touch you to help?”

“Y-yeah, go ahead.” You liked that he cared enough to ask.

You felt his torso come closer to your back and his big hands grabbing yours so he could direct the gun correctly. His body was so warm against yours, his hands so rough. You tried to distract your mind with something, anything else.

“So you hold like this, and pull the trigger like this…”

He made you shoot and you jump a little at the loud sound, only getting closer to him.

“…And then here you can reload. Here, try for yourself.” He dropped his arms to his sides.

You did what he told you to do and managed to shoot the target. It wasn’t perfectly in the middle of the red circle, but it was a start.

After training for what seemed like hours, you went to the garden you cultivated to grab some food and put them in your bag, so you didn’t attract any unwanted attention.

“Hm, we should also get you a new mattress.”

“So you’re not going to leave?”

You smirked.

“Not until you tell me to.”

You were bad news. He felt like he was getting attached and losing you would break his heart.

“Tomorrow, we’ll get one.”

But they never did.

On a colder night, his warm body joined yours on the mattress. You felt strong arms pulling you closer against his chest and a breath got caught in your throat.

“Is this okay?” He murmured against your ear, sending shivers down your whole body.

“Y-Yes.” You sounded more breathless than you wanted to.

You turned around so you faced him, body still nestled in his strong arms.

“Look, I don’t want to be creepy or anything… I know I’m much older than you. Say the word and I’ll leave.”

“Joel, stop. You’re not creeping me out. I… like this. ”

His tense shoulders seemed relieved for an instant. Without thinking more about the complicated situation that would await you two broken humans, you pressed your lips against his. First, slowly, almost timidly, before fully tasting him. He had an aftertaste of coffee and whiskey, which you did not mind. You felt his palms cup your cheeks and his weight shift unto yours. You sunk into the mattress under his weight.

“Can we keep going?” He asked as you parted ways, breathless.

“Yes daddy.”

You said it without thinking, but he didn’t seem to mind, the lust in his warm eyes actually showed you how much he liked it. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire, like the fire lit in your lower abdomen.

His lips smashed against yours once more, this time, rougher. His fingers hastily took off most of your clothes except your panties, leaving you vulnerable in the chilly air. You were suddenly self-conscious under his gaze. You had lost so much weight since the apocalypse; you were almost skin and bones. You hated this body that was given to you. It wasn’t healthy. Your boobs were always small, and you hated wearing bras, so they kind of had a mind of their own.

“So pretty, my sweet girl.”

He managed to reassure you a little bit.

“Take off your damn clothes.” You responded.

Your delicate fingers undid his green shirt, revealing soft trails of black hair leading to the mystery that was hidden under his pants.

“Sorry, I’m old and probably not as fit as –”

You cut him off with a kiss. “Stop, you’re so hot, my daddy.” You whispered against his lips.

He groaned and undid hastily his belt and soon, he was free of any fabric. He held his erection in his hand and gave it a few pumps.

“Please, let me…”

You shifted your weight on him, pinning him on the mattress. Your soft lips grazed his chest, following every scar and every crease. Finally, you put your prey against your lips, before taking him in. He groaned instantly.

“My sweet, sweet girl…”

You bobbed your head slowly, sucking in your cheeks so he could feel every surface of your wet mouth. His hand reached your neck and pressed, making you see stars. You sunk your lips deeper on his cock, almost choking on his length.

“Take your time, baby girl.”

And you did for a few seconds, before he pulled you away. You almost protested, but he grabbed your ass and pulled you on his face. He pressed you hard against his lips and his hands on your hips prevented you from moving away.

“W-Wait…”

Your cunt sat on his nose for a few seconds and the sensation of it already made you moan loudly. He licked up a stripe and teased your clit with his tongue. His beard felt rough on your thighs and would probably leave burn marks there. It seemed like he had done this so many times and it left you whimpering and helpless on top of him. Your hands pressed against the tapestry.

“F-Fuck, Joel…”

He sucked on your clit, harder, until you cried his name before your release. You came, hard. You moved away from his face, legs shaking, and saw his lips glistening with your juices.

“Will you let me fuck you now, sweet girl?”

His lips pressed against your chin, before touching yours. You nodded enthusiastically.

“Use your words, sweetheart.”

“Yes, yes please.”

His hands took their reserved place on your hips, guiding you over his erected length. He guided you as you slowly went down on him, slowly stretching your hole to fit him. Then, you didn’t have to do any more work. He pressed your body against hist chest and started thrusting your hips against yours. It was messy, dirty, even, but it was the first time you felt safe with a man in the same bed.

“Y-You’re so tight for me, sweet girl.”

His warm lips traced an invisible path on your neck as you moaned softly in his ears. His thrusts got rougher, and rougher, until you felt his release. His warm liquid filled your insides.

Your body dropped beside his, limbs weak.

“Fuck the new mattress.”

“Fuck the new mattress.” You agreed.