When Your Fave Kisses You While You Have An Orgasm. So Youre Reduced To A Messy, Trembling, Sobbing State,

when your fave kisses you while you have an orgasm. so you’re reduced to a messy, trembling, sobbing state, squirming under his body, moaning against his mouth and almost choking from the lack of air, saliva dripping down the corners of your mouth due to the blissful sensation, unable to reciprocate and just lay there with his tongue plunging into your mouth, eyes crossing and pussy throbbing around his cumming cock.

what do u think ayato’s top 3 ways to fuck u is 🫣

1) when the estate is quiet and most of inazuma is asleep, he likes to have you pressed against the large glass window of your room. Your tits against the glass, sweat clinging to your skin and fogging up the window, and his head rested on your shoulder as he murmurs, “how fitting, hm? That we are in the nation of eternity. Because I think I could last an eternity between your legs like this” before he spills yet another load into your abused cunt

2) against those trees.

It’s a quiet, hidden little corner in the estate, and he loves pressing you against the trunk and slowly trailing his hand under your skirt to rub gently against your thigh. You slap his hand away and murmur strictly, “have you gone mad? Have a little shame.”

And he only chuckles and whispers, “there is no shame in desiring my wife.”

You never really win against him because you want him just as badly even if you don’t admit it.

3) the good old bed in your chambers. But specifically, in the morning right when he’s woken up. He finds he’s in a better mood when he gets to leave to his duties for the day knowing there’s a load of his seed spilling down your thighs—the guards get better treatment, the maids get relieved of their duties earlier, and anyone he’s meant to punish gets off easier.

He likes that you’re used to him waking up with a stiff cock and he likes even more that your hand naturally moves to rub him over his boxers, slowly pulling him out and teasing over the tip. Likes to have you laid on your side while he presses his chest to your back and kisses your shoulder, sliding himself through your folds. It’s sleepy and lazy and intimate, the way you both roll your hips against each other

I thought it would be an hour of listening to screaming and looking at pictures of draculas, but it was so much for frightening than fathomed

a place among the flowers

summary: you give your loving boyfriend the greatest birthday gift of all time in a field of flowers.

pairing: tartaglia x reader

word count: 1.9k

content warnings: fem!reader ✦ reader wears a dress ✦ childe is called by his birth name ✦ outdoor sex ✦ fingering ✦ biting ✦ creampie ✦ some possessiveness ✦  pet names (love / good girl / baby) ✦ childe is a needy feral freak but that’s why we love him 

notes: belated bday gift for the ginger-haired menace <3

In the summer haze, Ajax laid his head in your lap and breathed you in.

Flowers surrounded the both of you, but to him, you were the meadow's loveliest one, a perfect bloom for his flaming, hungry teeth to tear into.

Because for every berry he ate from your fingers, Ajax was determined to leave behind a small, stinging nip with his teeth, soothing each little nick with nectar-sweetened kisses.

“If you keep on doing that,” you grumbled down at him, his long legs stretched out in the long grass without a care, “I’m shoving these berries down your throat and leaving you here.”

Ajax grinned up at you then, his smile as saccharine as the berry juices staining the corner of his mouth, a celebration of summer blotted much like blood.

“Sorry,” he murmured, but his tone was as light as the summer breeze playing in his hair. “Guess I’m too hungry.”

You squished his face, making his freckles bunch together like a cluster of starry apples. Ajax only peered up at you innocently, his eyes sparkling. He truly was as adorable as he was irritating, and you thought about taking a bite out of him as revenge, but you knew doing that would only thrill him into acting up even more. 

“And annoyingly spoiled. You’re lucky it’s your birthday,” you snapped, but you still dutifully lowered a berry to his lips, waiting. Ajax wasted no time, darting his tongue out and licking the treat from your sticky fingers—no better than a starving dog that wanted nothing more than to shred your flowered dress into pretty ribbons and clutch the ruined tatters as a prize between his salivating teeth. 

But even when your boyfriend acted this greedy, you couldn’t help but feel something unspooling inside you—something syrupy and warm, as if you were laying in a patch of cozy sunlight.

Until you felt his damn teeth nip at you again.

You quickly retreated your fingers from his maw and clamped a hand over his mouth. You glared down at him. “Next birthday, you're getting a muzzle.”

But Ajax knew how to soften you up just as he knew how to agitate you. He pressed a kiss as soft as petals to your palm, and you felt yourself unfurl, warmth spreading sweetly and slowly like honey through your veins. 

Ajax then grabbed your hand and kissed the inside of your wrist, feeling the lively thrum of your pulse against his lips. “And keep me from kissing you everywhere? I didn’t know you could be so cruel.”

You roll your eyes, but that doesn’t stop the blood from rushing to your cheeks; that doesn’t stop him from peppering more kisses on your arm, looking up at you adoringly. “You know, there’s a certain gift you could still give me before it gets dark and we head home…”

Heart fluttering at his suggestion, you watch the sun sink behind the hills, slowly blanketing the world in silky shadow. “And what makes you think you deserve that?” you scoffed.

One second you watched the sky brighten with the glitter of lantern lights; the next second your world was blurring over, and your boyfriend was hovering above you, trapping you beneath him. 

Backlit by the fading golden light, Ajax’s eyes were clouded with devotion and desire for you, bluer than the sky he mounted you under. You felt his hardness against your thigh, felt his cock throb against you, and your stomach became alight with a thousand crystalflies. “I think I can work for it,” he said, smiling down at you and you feel yourself warm instantly.

When Ajax smiled at you, it was like the sun shining beyond the white fleece of clouds. 

Dimpled, warm, and sweet, he had that boyish smile that leaves golden dust over everything like a ray of sunshine, making the day much brighter and your heart so much warmer. 

But he also had a smile that could burn hot enough to start a forest fire—flickering and wild and unrestrained, but still so beautiful that you couldn’t help but lift your palms to feel the scorching heat kiss your flesh. 

When he looked at you with that kind of reverence blacked by the flames of his hunger, you didn’t have the strength to deny him what he wanted; so when he requested to eat berries from the palm of your hand, you indulged him, and when he began to stroke you from your knee up to your thigh with bruising fingers, you let him; and now, when he yanked at the ribbons that tied the bodice of your dress together in his fervent quest to fuck you in the warm, darkening air of the meadow, you had no choice but to grant him his wish.

After all, he was the birthday boy, and who were you to keep the present he yearned for the most away from him?

Ajax's kisses left a fire trail, open-mouthed and searing, from your collarbones to your neck to your lips. You moaned as he roughly palmed your breasts through your dress, and you felt his urgency, his utter hunger, burning beneath his skin like an inferno. 

“I’ve been waiting for this all day,” Ajax groaned against your mouth, a desperate, sultry hymn that made your heart race and heat rush to the aching place between your thighs, already weeping with your desire. “I’ve been wanting you all day.” 

Trapped in the arms of your wild lover, the one who’ll scatter your sweetness among the grass like petals, Ajax tore your dress down, exposing your breasts to his mouth. It was like a feast, with him latching onto one nipple and sucking and biting until it bruised plum purple like the night sky before repeating the same action to the other. Pain and pleasure sparked to life in you like the lantern lights up above, twinkling gemstones encrusting the night sky.

When his fingers slid into you, you gasped into his mouth; his strokes were fast and vicious but electrifying, pushing deep inside of you and hitting that heavenly place that yearned for his brutal caress the most. You felt hot all over as if you had swallowed the sun. But Ajax was the sun, igniting you from within, his touch and kisses spreading like wildfire over your body. You desperately wanted to be consumed; you wanted to be razed down, leaving nothing behind but shifting ash at his feet. 

And you did melt away to nothing beneath him, your vision flashing white and bright when your body shook as you came undone upon his fingers, pearling them with your wetness. You clung to him, trying to catch the breath that he stole. 

“Ajax, please, please,” you whimpered, and Archons above, you wanted him inside you; you wanted him to sink so deeply into you that you didn’t know where he ended and where you began, entwined forever with each other in this hazy summer dream.

Ajax chuckled, nuzzling against the crook of your neck. "Please, what, love? What do you want me to do to you?” 

You were not above begging at this point. “I want you to fuck me, please. I need you.” You ground your hips against him in need, but Ajax just looked down at you, his sunny smile edged with something darker. 

“Wanna clean me up first?” He said, brushing the fingers that were inside of you against your lips, urging your mouth open, your wetness shimmering on them, an opalescent string catching the light from the moon, much like precious dew drops clinging to a flower.

You opened your mouth and took in his fingers, your essence coating your tongue with its husky sweetness. Ajax groaned as he felt your tongue wrap around them, hungrily licking him clean with grazes of your teeth. You were no better than him from moments earlier; you both were wild, wanton things that desired nothing more than to bite the hand that fed you. 

Letting go of him with a lewd pop, Ajax’s fingers were shining bright with your saliva, and he reverently rubbed his lips against them, leaving behind a gleaming shine of your essence on his mouth. 

“Good girl,” Ajax murmured, kissing your forehead softly. “You taste sweeter than berries.” His fingers gently caressed your wet folds, his eyes dark with wonder. “You’re already so wet for me. You want me that badly, huh? Do you know how much I want you?”

He grabbed your hand and pressed it firmly against his crotch, making you feel the hardness of his cock beneath your palm, the precum dampening the fabric of his pants. With his guidance, you unbuckled and pulled down his pants, revealing what you craved most—his cock, red and weeping at the tip, desperate for the sweet relief only you could give him.

Lifting your legs onto his shoulders, Ajax’s grin burned bright, full of ravenous, flaming need. “I want everything to hear how much you want me,” he growled, lining himself up at your entrance. “From the sky to the trees to the flowers, I want everything to hear how much you need me.”

Ajax thrust into you abruptly, roughly, passionately, and you arched your back at the intense pleasure of finally, finally being filled to the point of breaking. His body covered yours, pinning you beneath him like a pressed flower, attempting to envelop you completely.

“You feel so good,” Ajax breathed deliriously against your neck, thrusting as deep as he possibly could into you, bottoming out before pulling back to go even deeper. “You’re so fucking tight.”

His name escaped your lips in strangled gasps as you sank your nails into his shoulder blades, overwhelmed by the warm air licking at your burning flesh, the pleasant friction of the flowers and grass scratching your back beneath you, of Ajax’s cock thrusting ruthlessly into the depths of your slick walls as you rocked against his brutal rhythm. 

The lewd sounds of wet skin against wet skin created a beautiful, sinful harmony with the wind whistling through the trees, filling you with a brightness that outshone the lantern lights sailing through the sky above, a destructive flame roaring to life within as you hurdled toward your climax.

Ajax growled a dark, thundering sound that sent shivers through you, making your walls clench even tighter around him. You could feel he was close, too—his muscles stiffening, his pace becoming more erratic and desperate. 

“Cum, baby, cum,” Ajax breathed in your ear as you babbled incoherently, your stomach tensing and tensing with pleasure, “Let yourself go, I got you, I always got you.”

And so you let yourself become undone. 

Vibrant, blinding colors spotted your vision as your orgasm seared through you, your bones melting away with what was left of your senses. Ajax unraveled too, long ropes of his cum coating your walls in its warmth and he bit down on your shoulder, burying the sounds of his release into your skin as his rutting into you slowed down. 

You vaguely felt the pain, but you might as well be weightless, your soul soaring away with the lanterns floating in the sky.

You felt Ajax’s love weep out of you, dribbling languidly down your thigh, wetting the earth beneath you. Ajax’s face swam into view, lovingly flushed. He collected his seed seeping from you with his fingers, spreading it around on your battered folds. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he whispered, entranced. “Beneath me where you belong, all my cum leaking out of you…”

Through the haze of your vision, you could see your blood blotted on Ajax’s mouth like a crimson cloud, and he licked the ichor from his lips as if were berry juices. 

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okay wait how would ayato react to reader having an assassin try to kill her? or if someone tried to kidnap her?

Omg. Okay. I would give you a fic for this but. I can’t say much but something’s coming up one day with something similar so that’s all I’ll say. Hint. Wink.

ANYWAY. I’ll ramble about it to you though.

It happens in broad daylight—everyone knows Ayato is far too smart to let his wife wander alone at night, even within the estates gates. There’s always guards hovering. But in the daylight, sometimes he allows you to walk through densely populated areas alone. The guards will escort you and then let you keep your distance and keep to yourself for a bit. Ayato doesn’t like it, but he understands how hovering it can feel.

But then it happens one day.

Someone who took the opportunity to slip a cloth over your mouth in the bustling crowd. They think no one will notice. That your slip to unconsciousness will be a quiet, easy affair and it’ll be simple after that.

They’re wrong.

Ayato’s guards are well trained. Better trained after you come along, in fact. They have to meet his standards if they want to protect his wife when he’s not around, after all. The man doesn’t make it very far before he’s pinned down to the ground and you’re being carefully held up by two guards.

Hell breaks loose after that. Quietly, of course. Ayato is never one to make a scene of anything, or to make himself known more than he has to be.

He cancels everything when he gets the news. (You beg the guards not to tell him for this exact reason, but they’d never listen to you on a matter so serious.) You come back to the estate with distress clear on his face—brows furrowed and lips a hard line.

“You’ll get wrinkles,” you try to tease. The slight tremor in your hand makes his jaw clench when you rub your thumb between his brows.

“I shall escort you to our chambers. Come with me, my dear,” he’ll say seriously.

Something’s off about his tone. You can hear it, but you’re so tired and shaken up, you let him wrap his arms around you and bring you to your bed, gently settling you under the sheets. He stays until you fall asleep—not more than that, however.

He has other matters to attend to.

And then, after the sun has set and your room is dimly lit, you finally awaken. There’s a small creak of your door opening, making your eyes squint to adjust to the figure of your husband slipping in.

“Ayato?” You whisper.

“Ah, you’re awake,” he chuckles. His tone is still off. “You stay right there, I will return to you once I’ve bathed.”

He’s quick to enter your bathroom—like he doesn’t want you to see something once your eyes properly adjust from their bleariness.

It’s odd, you think. Ayato always insists you join his late night showers. (You always love to deny him just to see him pouty and beg.)

It’s not long before he joins you, wrapping you up in his arms as he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“From now on, I shall accompany you on your strolls myself,” he murmurs. “If you do not enjoy the company of guards surrounding you, surely your husband is not an issue.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, you’re a busy man—”

“It’s alright, my dear. I will find time.” It’s the hint of finality in his tone you’re not used to.

And then you realize. There’s a sharp, deep feeling in your gut that tells you.

“Where did you go today?” You murmur, rubbing his chest. He grabs your hand, kissing your inner wrist.

“I had some matters to handle,” he says vaguely. “There was someone I needed to…speak with.”

And then you know the reason his tone feels different. It’s cold. Dark, even. And something in your head tells you it’s wrong, but everything else in your body just feels so safe, you can’t dwell on it too long.

“Did you manage to finish handling them?” You murmur.

He chuckles, bringing you closer, eyes fondly looking down at you in the dark. “Oh, yes, my dear. I’ve made sure they’re very well handled.”