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Aerion Targaryen x M!Reader

╰➤ i love the way he can’t keep his tongue in his mouth (drool) pretty kinky stuff here but aerion is one hundred percent kink so it’s a byproduct of that… uh… orgasm denial, pain, evilness etc.

His hands fell upon me like dragon fire, his tongue tracing ragged lines up my neck. I shuddered at his warm touch, leaning back to give him more access to my neck. His private chambers were entirely locked and I knew why. He wouldn’t want me anyone to know.

I stroked his white hair as he unbuckled himself, tongue off my neck and latching onto my mouth. He didn’t bother to let me fight back; instead opting to force himself down my throat. I choked on his overwhelming pleasure, his hands at the bulge between my legs.

“Get your damned clothes off,” he breathed in a way that made him seem desperate. In a way, he was. But he was not desperate for me, that much I knew. He was desperate to pleasure himself—a dog in heat.

I did as I was told, either way, knowing that Aerion could have me killed in an instant.

“That’s a good boy,” his tongue did what it always did—staying anywhere but his mouth. He eyed my naked body, tongue darting out of his mouth as he surveyed his prey. For a moment, I thought he may get in his knees to service me. I should have knew better however; considering he promptly forced me over his large bed.

I heard his belt fumbling behind me, his stylish clothing dropping to the floor as he did so.

“Aerion…” I whimpered solemnly against the pillow, knowing it would hurt.

“Be quiet.” He slapped my ass so hard I saw stars. Although, none of it compared to what I felt when he slid inside me. It was both pleasure and pain. Life and death. I melted into a mould of him, turning like the tides with each push and pull of his body. He was like fire inside me, warm and dangerous—all grunts and groans compared to my passionate whimpers.

He took his pleasure, and he took it alright. His hands were attached to my hair, pulling and pushing in a direction he liked. He didn’t need to—he just liked hurting me. At times, he went so deep I cried out. I learned not to do that, because he just went deeper and hurt me more.

“I could hurt you,” he whispered between laboured breaths, his hips smacking into mine loudly. It was the middle of the night, and Aerion kept his bed chamber on the furthest side of Summerhall. No one would hear either of us. “I could ruin you with my cock alone.”

Judging on the way I forgot my own name, he was right. His cock was larger than any I had ever taken, being both long and thick enough to fit me and fill me out too. He stretched the corners of my ass like he was looking for something. I held back my urge to beg him for pain—for his touch.

At one point, he found my sweet spot—that unknown area of a man that almost none used to their advantage. My cheeks flushed an awful red, to which Aerion shoved his tongue in my throat to stifle my moans.

“What is it,” he asked, all grins and smiles at the tears of pleasure rolling off my cheeks.

“It…” He hit my spot repeatedly as if he already knew the answer. “It feels so… fuckin’—Aerion!” You felt your body on the verge of climax, his head stimulating your spot.

His body was quite different when unsheathed of cloth. It was a mix of slimness and muscle, chords of tendon visible in his upper body more than his lower. His v-line was entirely visible, which I enjoyed a lot—his arms becoming bulkier by the day. He had the forthcoming of abdominals in his stomach; his chest defined and true. I held onto his thick neck for support as I reared my edge. He studied me carefully, a grin that I found hard to place on his body.

My back curled, mouth agape in a soundless moan as what felt like the room collapsed. It was then, that Aerion slid out of me, both an evil serpent and a Machiavellian monster. He knew what he was doing, and—unfortunately—I loved it.

“I don’t like when you cum.” He said, all matter-of-factly, standing with a pouty expression. “It ruins my fun.”

I slid down from his grasp and untimely onto the floor, my naked body shaking with the anticipation it deserved. My mind had orgasmed, but my body hadn’t. It was an odd feeling.

“Aerion—“

“—Your grace.”

“Your grace, please.” I stared up at him with daggers in my eyes. It was an unwise decision.

“Ah,” He kissed his teeth, tutting. “Your bad attitude has soiled your beauty, my dear.”He wandered like he wasn’t moving toward me on purpose. “Suck my cock.”

I hung my head low, getting onto my knees and servicing my torturer.

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heyy queenn, i was wondering if you would be open to writing a smut with a historical scenario. For example, bottm! Julius Caear x top male! reader, which is based on this rampant rumor in the Roman Republic that he bottmd! for a king and other lovers.

i’m definitely down but i’d have no clue where to start with that 😭😭

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Dean Winchester x M!Reader

╰ ➤ active era??? this one was one of my drafts that i quickly finished, though there is some cumming in this one so no cliffhanger. he’s so seriously fine it makes my body ache, butttt can’t have him so here’s this. there’s some deepthroating and gagging in this do beware, oh and public sex.

“Easy there, darlin’” You could hear the ache in his voice. Too quick and the moment would be ruined; neither of you wanted that. “You understand what you do to me?” He practically growled above you. He had an arm slung across the hood of his car, the other held comfortably in your hair—coaxing your soft sucks.

“You’re sure this is the best idea?” You had asked Dean moments before in the middle of the road.

“Darlin’, ‘ave I ever failed you?” He had said, and to that, you had no argument.

“Keep goin’, awh fuck—just like that.” The continuous flow of praises coming from the charming guy you knew Dean as made you shiver. You worked the seven inch cock that sprung out—with confidence similar to his own—to greet you.

You felt every part of his skin; tasted it. The soft, feminine skin of his head to the thick, masculine veins climbing the shaft. “Keep that mouth tight princess.” He slapped the side of your mouth, jolting you back into your mind-numbing reality. You were here giving, the sexiest man you’d seen, a blowjob. You did as you were told: sucking in your cheeks to make him feel as best you could.

“You’re so good for me,” He breathed in through his teeth as you attempted to deepthroat him. Your nose was buried deep in his soft scattering of pubes. He didn’t seem the type to be unshaven, so you weren’t surprised. You felt his cock twitch in the back of your throat, flopping like a fish out of water.

His hands were tight on your hair, holding you in place as his pelvis took its pleasure from you. “Fuck—I—oh, fuck!” He blurted out as you began to see stars, spots appearing in your vision. Your throat begged for air but your body begged for cock. It was all you wanted.

When he finally released you, you sucked in air like it was your last. He watched you, a hidden desire lighting his eyes. His tip was a girlish pink, wrapped in a thin blanket of foreskin. His balls were almost clinging to his shaft, tight from your mouth.

“I like that,” he smiled handsomely. “Do it again.”

“Take your shirt off and I will.”

He chuckled deeply. “Good boy,” he said, then took off his shirt. He was muscular, but with muscle wrapped in more fat than you’d think. It made him stronger than most and sexier than most, you’d say. Though, you could still see four of his abs.

He stared at you as you stared at him, cock jumping at the attention to its body.

“Alright, darlin’, go back.” His mirth left demeanour entirely. “Now.”

“Yes, sir.” You drawled, falling to your knees; looking as if begging for cock. He fulfilled your prayers, filling your mouth with his cock. It tasted a mix of sweat and body wash, a perfect amalgamation of male scent. You devoured him much more efficiently now—licking the thick vines crawling up his shaft.

“‘Ats it, darlin’, fuck. There, stay there!” His hips buckled into your face, forcing his dick deep into your throat once more. You could feel his semen, hot and thick, at the back of your throat; slowly travelling through your body. You were oddly sad it was over—his hands loosening on your hair and his cock softening in your throat. He finally pulled out when your mouth felt more cold than hot, flaccid dick shivering in the wind.

“You’re a good boy,” He pulled his jeans up and you suddenly wished you’d given his cock one last look; flaccid or not. “Let’s go.”

“What about me?” You asked, all pathetic on the floor. Your lips had swollen a blush-pink, enhancing the soft features of your face.

“What about you, darlin’?”

You stared at the raging erection between your legs.

“Ah,” he clicked his teeth, eyeing the roads for any cars. “Alright, fine,” Dean got on his knees and made a gesture for you to come closer. He looked up at you through feminine, twinkling eyes, framed by dark lashes. Your cock twitched at the sight. He held his tongue out.

This would be good.

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Ser Duncan the Tall x M!Reader

╰ ➤ so i am coming back with another knight fic but i promise i dont have a thing for them!!! well… anyway just finished the knight of the seven kingdoms novels and can no longer wait for the series adaptation. series duncan is so hot he will have me seated and that seat WILL be wet!! 🙂‍↕️

I met him at the side of the brothel, all alone. It was odd, a gargantuan like he—standing taller than most of the men there. I sauntered over to him, much too wind in my belly, and sparked up a conversation.

To my surprise, he was happy to entertain me—no doubt much more sober than I. He was beautiful in that rough masculine way; shoulders filling out his armour splendidly. He spoke in a twisted accent I had only heard a few times, though, I did recall that every man who spoke like that was well endowed… Not all men liked other men, sure. But a lot of ‘em did, they were just better at hiding it.

This one, though, was a terrible hider. With each flirt or rub of the shoulder her flushed childishly, stumbling on his words like a true drunk man. He told me his name was Ser Duncan, and that he preferred it over Dunk—his true name. It hadn’t mattered to me now he preferred it. I liked him as Dunk.

Ser Dunk had a great and deep voice that chuckled shyly and touched my ears softly. He would run his hands through his short cropped hair occasionally—ever-slowed by his muscly yet bulky build. I couldn’t help recalling how men like that normally fucked slow and rough, unable to help that their bulk got in the way. I had asked him this—in a way—skirting ‘round the truth that he liked men. I asked him how many women he had. He had told me none.

His stubble grew in thickly; evoking the thought of his body hair in my mind. It grew like vines around my cock, stimulating it as I imagined each hair on his chest. I stared at his chest through the stiff steel. Gods, I wanted to stuff my face between them.

Dunk was slower than most, but not entirely incompetent. I suppose a knight must be smart in some way. He was quick was jokes in a witty way—dumb in that hot way.

Things finally sped up when I asked him to follow me.

“Where’re we goin’, ser?” He called from behind, his heavy feet stomping up the steps to the second floor of the brothel. My floor.

“I’ve told you,” I scolded, stumbling drunkenly. “You don’t have to call me that. ‘M no knight.”

I could have sworn I heard him say, “you sure carry yourself like some of ‘em”

“We’re goin’ upstairs, Ser Dunk,” I drawled his name, savouring his name on my tongue like the red wine of Kings. “Too much…” I held my head even thinking about it. My legs yearned to sit—or… Perhaps they yearned to be opened. “Too much noise.”

“I don’t ‘ave to ‘company you, se—“ He heeded my warnings. I liked that about him. He listened to orders.

“I like you, Ser Dunk. You amuse me.” There was much more to it than that—that involves panting and semen and spit. But I left that out.

“I, uh, I thank you,” He stumbled over his words. I liked that. “I’m sure that you’re jesting—“

I turned to him, halfway up the stairs that had been the bane of my existence for most of my youth. It felt as if they grew in size with each year.

“—I am not jesting, Ser Dunk.”

“Ser Duncan.”

Silence descended on us then, the soft tones of the brothel below and the undeniable lull of tension between our bodies. He felt it too. His eyes roamed my figure.

Dunks eyes were a feminine colour compared his tough exterior. I could hear his breaths. No doubt he could hear mine.

“Ser Duncan.” I remarked to the man a few feet below me. He crept the distance between us. When had that happened? His jaw clenched.

“There ya go,” was all he breathed out before his hands cupped my cheeks and he kissed me deeply. My body exploded into Targaryen fire, elation bringing me close to the gods. My back arched to bring his wet lips closer. Unsurprisingly, he was rough with me—shoving my back against the stair wall. His tongue was hot in my mouth, invading like a northman and taking me like a prince.

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any knight of the seven kingdom fans…? 👀👀 specifically ser duncan?? posting soon!!! (finally!)

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change of plans my knight fic is of jonathan bailey and he’s submissive asf just how i like him

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i wanna do another knight fic like i did w henry cavill so i need ideas on who yall want to see as a sexy knight

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Dick Grayson x Male Reader

╰ ➤ didn’t get to end it where i wanted to because i lost motivation :( but maybe if this does well ill get some? 👀👀

“Please,” Grayson caught your arm just as you tried to flee. You could feel his taut muscles from his grip alone. If you didn’t get out of here soon, you’d bend to his every whim. Attractive men were dangerous like that.

“I can’t forgive you.” You didn’t dare meet those eyes. Those intoxicating eyes that took only a glance to lose yourself in them. He was sculpted to look like a greek god, and this one was evidently contempt with tormenting you.

Those rosy-red lips curled. “So don’t.”

“What’s that supposed to m—!” Your hands outstretched in fear as he crashed his lips into yours—full riptides that entrapped you the second you succumbed to them. It took everything in you to push off his hard chest. “What was that for?”

“You don’t need to forgive me for sex.” Your eyes widened. He seemed to enjoy that very much. You wished he would just get out of that fucking suit. Maybe then you would have declined his offer, but for now those rich, disciplined muscles accentuated by the Nightwing suit influenced you.

Fuck it.

You went back in for another round. Your tongue took all your anger out on him. He just let it, which was practically the most attractive thing he could have done. He let you run your hands through his inky hair that curled a little around the ears. You pulled back, half-expecting to see that familiar wicked grin he always wore.

But, he was flushed. His lips were parted like he was trying to remember what yours felt like on them. He clearly wanted more, but you enjoyed his displeasure. Dick was getting what he wanted anyway. Why not wait a little? “For the record,” You slid your hand and palmed the hard frustration between his legs. “i still don’t forgive you.”

“Oh, i expect nothing less, baby.”

“You’re an asshole.”

You took to teasing him—when he finally took the teasing clothes off—little kisses planted starting from his hot neck downward. It felt euphoric to hold his pleasure in his hands. You had half a mind to deny him what he so clearly desired from you. But, alas, you continued.

Moving downward, you stole a few glances to his face. His eyes didn’t move off your mouth, eyes blurred and eyebrows turned upward in the way he did when taunting you. But this wasn’t that. He was hot and bothered, itching for more.

His breath was the only sound that filled the room, save for your too-soft kisses.

The slow drag of your tongue affected him more and more the longer you didn’t arrive at the place he wanted. His hard middle rose and fell with his whimpers.

He had to be doing that on purpose.

His hips bucked wildly, and you could tell, simply from his reaction to your touch, that he had weeks of pent up frustration. Had the break up really affected him that much? Deciding to put him out of his misery, you hooked your fingers into the waistband of his suit.

The instant his prized-possession was in your sight, you couldn’t help yourself. You manoeuvred your tongue from base to tip, revelling in the way his veins pulsed with anticipation. He was a good seven inches, and my God did he work those seven inches spectacularly. You couldn’t help but think back to how he felt inside you: filling you like no man ever could, hitting so deep that you forgot to breathe.

“Fuck,” He let out a breathy laugh. “if you always suck my cock like this when you hate me i might have to stay on your bad side.” He grunted when you moved your mouth toward his balls. You worked the two huge things with an air of professionalism. You only wanted to do the simple things to please him—no special tricks. He didn’t deserve it.

You hated him after all.

But he seemed to enjoy it. When you finally worked your mouth on his tip, you couldn’t help but watch the way he writhed under your control. No more of those teasing words. He couldn’t charm you with his cock in your mouth. You pondered the truth of that statement whilst you slipped a finger in his ass.

That ass, dear god, you hadn’t witnessed something so beautiful in your life. It was almost instinctive to insert yourself in his rosy ring—to feel his insides contract to fit you. You knew, of course, where his g-spot was, you’d only stimulated it upwards of forty times. But somehow you managed to forget how much it affected him.

He began to whimper like a girl, hand riding up through your soft hair. You tried your luck with two fingers, his voice just got worse. In a way you were punishing him with pleasure. At least that’s how you convinced yourself you truly did hate him.

After all, it was extremely hard to hate someone whose cock was balls deep in your throat. Especially when their dick managed to slide so easily in you…Not to mention the way he uses it…The way he carries himself.

Fuck.

You focused your mind on the easy motion of your mouth tight on his penis; the sensual curling of your finger in his ass. It was positively impossible to breathe, but you pushed forward. “You look like you’re enjoying this more than me.” Grayson’s voice was laced with mirth.

You moved to make a remark, but he pushed his cock to the far back of your mouth, rendering you incapable.

That, he did do on purpose.

“What was that for.”

“What can i say, i like to see pretty boys choking on my cock.” You blushed. “C’mere. I know you hate me, but you must love my mouth.” That, you did. There were countless times he put that mouth to work. If that’d giving you head or kissing you, it didn’t matter. They were both toe-curling.

You got off your knees and got instantly winded. Dick twisted you, making it so you were the one against the wall. His hand was placed right beside his head and you could feel his breath on your ear. It was impossible, but you still tried to act like you didn’t care. “Look at me.” Your eyes betrayed you, dragging themselves to his. “Good boy.”

You rolled them. “Please,” You pressed your hand against his large chest. “I don’t need you to flirt with me, Gray.”

“Fine, i wont. But you need me to do this.” It was his turn to go on his knees now, his hands sliding down your body as he went. You couldn’t suppress the jolt of shock that went through you as he unbuckled your belt and took your length in his mouth.

There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that he was much better than you at giving head, and considering he had you gripping his hair, you were probably right. You attempted to look away, but when you caught a glimpse of how he looked under you…Well, let’s just say you didn’t dare take your eyes off him again.

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can yall request ppl with scenarios you want in my inbox cuz this blog is dryyyy 😭😭

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Nanami Kento x M!Reader

╰ ➤ ouu yes this one is good!! quite long and a bit of me just talking abt nanami because im so fixated on him rn :) expect more nanami-centered fics because i bought the jjk manga and im reading it currently!! sorry for the long wait after the announcement i finished this real late and decided to post it later!! lazy!nanami bttm!reader

The door closed, reverberating throughout the house. You sat up with intention. You knew exactly who had just come home.

You found Nanami sat, legs spread, on the couch. He was running his eyes, a fervent expression on his face when he saw you. You walked over to him, sat on your knees in between his thighs then looked up at him. “Hard day?” You rubbed the hardness between his legs.

His voice was deep and purposeful. “Very.” You applied pressure on the bulge he donned with your mouth. You sucked circles into the fabric. It was easy to taste the tension on his body from his hand day. You untucked his typical navy blue shirt, pushing it up to reveal his hard-worked body.

He moved to undo his jeans. “Not yet,” You begged. “i want you to enjoy this.” He nodded, accompanying it with a rough growl. It felt good—great even—to be able to please your husband after he had such a hard day.

You straddled him and slowly undid his shirt’s buttons. He watched you with something dancing behind his eyes. Your hands fumbled for the last button near his naval. It was impossible to take your eyes off the sharp, handsome lines in his face. A soft flush had appeared in blotches on his cheeks as they always did.

His shirt clung onto his body despite it now being undone. You forced the fabric to the sides to marvel at his body—forced to fit a low body fat percentage to ensure he could be good at his job. That, and the five star meals he cooks for you every night help his physique. “Can i?” He knew what you meant. It was selfish of you, it was supposed to be his pleasure tonight. Not yours.

“Of course.” He chuckled, guiding your head to his body. Your tongue made circles on his pink buds, darting to whatever you needed to taste next. You ran your hands up his body—craving to feel those rigid lines. Slowly you brought your hands to his belt, tongue still stuck to his abs.

It took you all of five seconds to get all his clothing off. You trothed at the mouth seeing his member in its natural state. It wasn’t hard to imagine it in between his legs, waiting all day. Waiting for you.

Before you even began to treat him like a god, he grabbed your chin, forcing you to stare up at him like the worshipper you were. “Kiss me.” The words came out a low rumble. As if the earth itself was subliminally telling you—the words from your own desire not his. You wrapped your hands around his neck, thick muscles—cords of twine—moved when you did so.

He kissed like he was scared to hurt you. He kissed like you were the one aching from a days work. That only made you deepen the dance of tongues. There wasn’t a taste in the world that you would prefer over his. He ruffled your hair as he forced you closer to him. Groaning, he thrust in the air as if it was second nature to him. You pushed away the fervent voice in your head telling you to keep kissing him and got on your knees.

After the kiss, you could see how you’d undone him. How his hair was a mess; how his lips held a new velvet colour from your teeth biting them. More importantly, the hardness he’d acquired from the passion. His cock stood tall, looming over your warm face.

It throbbed when you looked at it, like it had eyes and liked the attention you gave. His tip, the colour of blushing violet, softened as you enveloped it. He pushed with the grain, hips bucking under the irresistible pressure. “Good boy.” He let out feminine moans at the feeling of your mouth on his dick.

You took him further, peeling back his foreskin and eventually passing thick veins that pulsed in you. You got to the point of having your nose buried into the kept hairs at the base of his penis. He didn’t hold you down, he wouldn’t dare. He let you do as you pleased, adjusting himself with his arms—cords twisting when he did.

You swallowed him entirely, eyes swelling with tears as you choked back a sob. It felt good to have him stuff you and be so gentle at the same time. Taking hold of his balls, you rubbed intently against their large surface. He let out small curses of appreciation.

His cock sprung out of your mouth, slapping against the hard curves of his abdomen. You adored the way he looked when that happened, like he was completely spent. When you took your eyes of his member and moved them back to him, he was staring holes into your face—eyes blank and unseeing. “Darling, if you had kept my cock in your mouth another second, i would have came down your throat.

“Sorry.” You coughed out, secretly wishing you had. Just a little longer.

“Can i get rough?” Somehow, he made the question seem sweet. Yet seductive when you noticed the way he licked his kiss-swollen lips.

“Yes.” You begged. He slithered a hand to the nape of your neck, then wound the short strands so they fit in his fist. You watched his eyes, filled with lust, whilst he took control.

Before you could fantasise about what he would do, he forced you back down on his cock. You didn’t have time to think. Your only thoughts about him. His body; His cock; way he held you. All things that were your particular poison—your undoing.

You felt him at the back of your throat. Felt him grinding relentlessly against your soft tongue. You stayed obedient, mouth lolled open. It was a new thing, to see him use you for pleasure. Normally it was all about you. But it was nice seeing a change.

His breath, so swift and sharp, formed a small warmth on your scalp. Without a once of stimulation, it took everything in you not to cum. Your eyes met his whilst he pound you. His rhythmic thrusts increased in speed.

You had tasted his cum before—more than once. Mostly, it was from his fingers, or from licking it off his abs. But you now understood that the sensation from him cumming down your throat was one of sex, of sheer tension and heat. The thick liquid filled your senses so much you couldn’t use any of the other ones. Only his cum. Only him.

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tumblr doesn’t let me comment for no reason at all so i’m letting u guys know whilst i try to contact them

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nanami fans yall better be present and ready for this post soon cuz i’ve been horknee for him and this fic just reflects that

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Leon S. Kennedy x M!Reader pt. 2

╰ ➤ the long awaited part two has finally been finished!!! the motivation was really lacking on this one which is why i think it took me so long. this is pure smut compared to part one but if we want another part i might have it less smutty or maybe even more smutty depending on what u guys want!! 👀👀

part one is here!!

“That’s it.” The man’s words mixed together as you took him deep inside. You felt safe with him in you; with your arms wrapped around his muscly frame.

“Deeper.” You begged silently into his ear. He obliged immediately, a crash of waves pulling you under. You saw stars for longer than you’d like to admit. With an arched back, you began to bounce with his precise strikes, the two of you trying to pull each other closer. It was useless. You were already as close as can be.

The mix of pheromones added to the incessant gnaw of ecstasy at the edges of your mind. You hadn’t quite had an experience like this, and you were sure you’d never have one like it again.

The sound of his body on yours rang out. He clearly didn’t care for his injury at this stage, and you weren’t sure if you did either. His pulsing length unlike anything you’d seen before.

Your hands made an effort to never leave his body. His chest was pale compared to his arms, the sun marking his huge arms. Light freckles dotted the shoulders that you know held on to. With heavy breath, you began to kiss him. He leaned back and allowed you to control him. It made you unbearably aware of the injury he’d sustained. But the soft smell of his cologne made you forget quickly enough. Your eyes blurred at their edges, your body trying to conserve this feeling.

Your heart skipped a beat at the sudden control he took; he forced your head right back into another kiss. This one much deeper and richer than the last. Your tongues a dance of dragons—one that has reappeared throughout history. Born of true, unadulterated passion.

“Does this feel alright?” He asked a soft tinge to his words. You were lost in the image of his lips, kiss-swollen and plump. You knew you made him this way, which only made it even better.

“Yes, Leon.” With your affirmation he cupped the curves of your ass and pushed himself into the dark crevices no man has ever been. If Leon had any problem being as rough as he now was, he made no sign of it.

You stood, teetering over that thin edge of euphoria. You clung on desperately. You wanted this to last forever—a lifetime even.

“Fuck.” Leon’s curses grew as his pleasure did. You rolled your hips along the harsh feel of him digging inside you. “That’s it, isn’t it?” He teased seeing the noticeable flush on your cheeks. He was right, he had found your sweet spot and pounded it relentlessly.

Your breath, almost visible in the humid air, came out in violent plumes. You let your hands naturally slide to Leon’s blonde locks and hold. Mouth ajar in a silent scream, you let your body succumb to the cliffs edge; hot liquid spilling from you over Leon’s hard abdomen.

A sly grin forming on his face, Leon scooped your seed, planted it on his finger, and sucked it off. All while making the most intense eye-contact. The type that made you almost cum again.

“My turn.” He practically growled.

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show us at least a little peak of what’s coming on your fics

“Deeper.” You begged silently into his ear. He obliged immediately, a crash of waves pulling you under. You saw stars for longer than you’d like to admit. With an arched back, you begin to bounce with his precise strikes, the two of you trying to pull each other closer. It was useless. You were already as close as can be.

a little something from the second part of the leon fic. TRUST there will be a part two i will finally have a second part on this account!!

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Nanami Kento x M! Reader

╰ ➤ here’s a lil draft for you guys because i have been lacking motivation. i have a few other drafts that aren’t quite finished if you would like those posted. all that asideeeee nanami *moan*

To say Nanami was reserved was the understatement of the century. Even as he watched you grind on unknown men to both him and you, he stifled his urge to stop you. The one thing he couldn’t begin to stop was the raging erection between his legs. Sure, he may not like the fact you were touching on other men, but you sure looked hot doing it.

“Another?” The bartender asked him, to which he gave the man a stiff nod—eyes glued to you. He downed his drink instantly, jaw set with need.

You understood, to an extent, the punishment you would receive for your actions tonight. However simply disobeying him gave you a lewd feeling; it didn’t help much that he wasn’t stopping you. No doubt he was testing to see how far you would go.

Eventually the all-consuming blur of dancing for as long as you did—with as drunk as you were—caused you to wobble to the bathroom. It took you all of three seconds to settle your eyes of the toilet. Then, you threw your entire stomach up. At some point during that, you felt the familiar touch of Nanami. He didn’t speak, save for “Shhh.”or “It’s okay, Sweetheart.”

Your stomach ached on the ride home. But not from your drunken state. It was because Nanami had been nothing but kind to you despite you embarrassing him tonight. You had no idea what he would do when those comforting apartment doors opened, but you dreaded it.

The next half hour was a blur that you struggled to believe happened. You got home, eyes half-lidded and mumbled incoherently. What you learned later was that Nanami forced you to get rest. You do recall his soft embrace as you fell into that deep sleep. “‘M sorry…” You forced out before the throws of the tide took you under.

“It’s okay,” His voice was dark and hoarse. It didn’t take you long to know why. “you’ll get what you deserve soon enough.”

Pure light pierced through the thin veils of your eye lids. You moaned protests, barely being able to see the shirtless Nanami drawing the curtains back. Unconsciously, his body woke you up more than the jarring sunlight. You’d seen it on countless occasions of course, but something about the ivory colour pouring over his honed body…

He put his shirt on, glaring at you. That was odd, you thought, he always likes to be admired by you. “Since you thought it best to go out of your way to please other men. You’ll be pleasing me all day today.” His voice rung in your ears; you found it hard to focus in on him with your hangover. “The best part? You won’t get a lick of pleasure.” You shivered. There was that Nanami you expected last night.

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sirrrr c'mon feed us with more fics we're waiting

i’m sorryyyy i’m trying to find my motivation i swear it must have ran off

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me when my leon post did so well i get to write the hot smutty stuff for part two