#I squeezed in a bunch of references

[gottaarc]

Servitude

I'm trying something new for how I shade- I wanted something more messy or painterly, but it's hard to get it to balance alright with my usual line art? Anyways I spent more time on little details than I should have so here's some close-ups:

[starflungwaddledee]

at long last i present... a proper starstruck dee reference sheet! 🎀✨ have a peruse and learn a little bit (but not too much!) about this totally normal waddle dee!

[myownwholewildworld]

gif by @\watchbroken

“you ain’t falling asleep again” — an oldman!joel miller drabble

main masterlist | ao3 pairing: oldman!jackson!joel miller x f!reader summary: joel takes viagra and can't keep it down. he decides you can help. and the glasses stay on. a/n: please everyone say, THANK YOU SYD @syd-djarin !! i wouldn’t have written this if it wasn’t for you! tysm for allowing me to be shamelessly feral and for cheering me on, you know i love ya <3 anyways, hope you guys like this drabble, i am ovulating. heed the warnings and enjoyyyy xx tags/warnings: 18+, mdni. pwp. filthy smut. the old man’s glasses stay on. breeding kink. consensual somno. use of viagra. brief reference to a limp dick situation cause it’s hot. period sex and descriptions of period blood. joel goes down to town on you (f!oral), so vampire!joel if you wish cause he loves it. fingering. unprotected piv. creampie. age gap, no age gap, your choice. no description of reader other than afab. unedited, soz, i'm horny and i wanted this out asap. w/c: ~1.8k

Joel resented you. Really did.

You were sprawled across his bedsheets, legs splayed without a worry in the world. And here he was, on the rocking chair facing the bed in his Jackson home, watching you enjoy your beauty sleep, while his cock beat hard on his calloused hand.

He’d definitely overdone it with the viagra. At the tender age of sixty-one, Joel sometimes needed a bit of help to get him going. The first time he’d remained limp on your hand, despite your best efforts, had really stuck with him. Truth be told, that hadn’t stopped you from sucking him off, giggling and drooling all over his dick. But still, it embarrassed him. So, when Joel had the chance to trade for some pills, he did.

And now he had to deal with the consequences of his actions. He’d been railing you all night till the first lights glittered in his room—your beautiful body bouncing on his cock while the light reflected off the sweaty drops kissing your skin. But unlike him, you were spent and in much need of some rest.

Joel, on the other hand, had not been able to go back to sleep. As soon as he heard your soft, cute snores, his veiny cock had hardened again. Unconsciously his eyes darted to the sweet nook between your thighs. He really had the best view from here, eagerly watching his spent dripping down your slick slit.

The chair rocked under him, his big hand palming the growing erection, his eyes roving over every delicious curve of your body. And then something caught his eye—the cum leaking from your pussy was no longer white, but a shade of pink.

Joel sat on the verge of the rocking chair, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose to have a better look. No, his old man’s sight wasn’t betraying him—you really were bleeding.

His cock had a mind of its own, reacting to the call of nature in the most primal way. Joel tugged at his shaft, squeezing himself tight while a pearl of precum adorned his flushed cockhead. Your period couldn’t have come at a better time. Joel thoroughly enjoyed himself when that time of the month arrived—a reminder of how breedable you were.

Joel stood up, throbbing cock on hand and his cracking knees betraying his moves. He couldn’t just stay put any longer—surely, you’d understand that he was compelled to do this. That he just couldn’t stop himself, not when you were freely bleeding on his white bedsheets.

You stirred a bit when the wooden floor creaked beneath his weight, but your eyes stayed shut. Joel tiptoed to the foot of the bed and carefully sat on the mattress. Up close, he inspected your cunt with diligence. Your pussy was still gushing out his pinkish cum, but he needed to see red.

Bunching the bedsheets on his fist, Joel swiped your seam clean, his thumb stroking your entrance through the fabric to ensure no remnants were left behind. Once he was satisfied, he laid on his tummy and moved your legs, so the back of your knees rested on his shoulders. Now he could really see your slick cunt up close.

Joel spread your pussy lips, coaxing them apart to stretch your crying hole. A few seconds later, he was gifted with a glob of blood. He thumbed your clit softly, coaching your cunt to leak some more period blood for him, and you quietly squirmed. Another red bubble dripped down your fold, smearing your sweet puffy lips, staining his sheets. His eyes locked in on your beating bud, and he just knew what he had to do.

Hypnotised by the sensuality of it all, Joel leaned in and kissed your begging clit. The fingers that were stretching your lips open for him travelled down your glistening seam until they reached your bloodied opening. Without even doubting himself, Joel shoved his middle and ring ringers in your wet warmth, the squelching of your blood almost making him feel dizzy with lust.

Joel suckled on your clit, your thighs trembling against his ears, and then his mouth dropped. He removed his fingers from your tight hole and coated the skin of your inner thigh with your own blood while his tongue dived in.

Your pussy tasted divine. Metallic, fertile, slightly bitter. His favourite flavour, that was for sure. When Joel lapped your whole seam, from your seeping entrance, through your clit, to your mound, he felt your hand fisting his salt-and-pepper curls.

“Joel… What are you…” you trailed off sleepily, moaning as your back arched off the mattress.

Joel looked up at you, smirking like the devil he was.

“Just let me have this,” he almost implored, pecking the bloody fingerprints he’d left behind on your inner thigh.

“Are you… are you still hard?” you managed to croak out, eyes fluttering shut when Joel latched on your clit again.

“Mhm,” he mumbled, mouth full of you.

Joel alternated between fingering you and prodding your hole with the tip of his tongue, drunk with your iron-like tang, thumb pressing tight circles on your clit. And he truly didn’t stop until your legs were shaking uncontrollably around him and you were mewling your pleasure, your wails echoing in his bedroom.

With a bit more of encouragement, you finally came in his mouth. Joel didn’t hesitate to drink everything your cunt oozed out—the period blood mixing with your cream was his personal nectar. His favourite breakfast. He shamelessly licked your folds and hole clean, revelling in how your entrance quivered around the tip of his tongue when he poked at it.

Your mind was still hazy with the ghost memory of your wet dream, but Joel eating your bloody pussy out definitely had you delirious. This old man of yours knew no shame, no hard limits. And you loved him for it.

When Joel emerged from between your thighs, you gasped, and your pussy gushed. His beard was covered in your period blood, even his cheeks were smudged. And Joel just… looked so chuffed about it all, it made you smile back at him.

You glanced down at his lap when he knelt between your legs, his broad hands resting on your knees to part your thighs for him. His stiff cock greeted you, swaying and throbbing. He was about to fucking explode, so red and swollen, leaking precum everywhere—you truly feared for his wellbeing.

“Fuck, Joel…” You bit down your plump bottom lip, eyes focused on his dick. “How many pills did you take?”

“Two. I wasn’t sure if one was enough, needed to make sure I could fuck you all night long,” he admitted, tapping your clit a few times with his warm, tacky cockhead. “And then you fucking bail on me, falling asleep and leaving me hanging.”

Before you could defend yourself, Joel buried himself in you down to the fucking hilt in one smooth thrust. You braced yourself and grabbed at his forearms, back arched so much that your nipples were kissing his naked chest.

Without exchanging another word, Joel began railing you hard, his throbbing cock growing inside you, impossibly so. He filled your entire pussy, the tip of his dick kissing your cervix every time he hammered in. No thoughts formed in your brain, you could only moan and sob and scream his name so everyone in Jackson would know you were getting your guts fucked.

Joel imposed a punishing pace, anchoring his hands to the headboard while his hips slammed against yours, the clapping of skin on skin competing with your loud groans. His mushroom head dragged alongside your anterior wall every time he ploughed you, rubbing that precise spongey spot inside you that made your pussy hug him tighter.

You just managed to open your eyes and glance up at him. He was gorgeous, the most handsome man you’d ever had the pleasure to meet. And he was all yours.

With every plunge, his old man’s glasses slipped further down the bridge of his aquiline nose, until they caught on the tip of his nose. The glass was all foggy now, and you were almost sure Joel couldn’t see shit right now. The picture made you smirk, but his incessant shoves forced your mouth to shape a perfect O before you began moaning his full name again.

Joel was fucking you so hard into the mattress, the precarious balance of his glasses gave way, and the frames fell onto your chest. Without thinking, you snatched them to put them on back on his nose but then you thought better of it. Instead, you put them on and looked up at him with a sly grin—it was all blurry, but could still make out his face and feral eyes.

“Fucking beautiful,” he husked out.

You felt the pulse emitted by his girthy cock, and the threat of his orgasm called to yours. When the first ropes hit your cervix, you came with him, your pussy milking him dry of every single drop he fed you. Joel filled you up to the brim with his cum and not satisfied with it, he fucked his spent into you for a couple of minutes while your used cunt spasmed around him.

You were truly spent, laboriously breathing, your heart racing wild in your chest. Joel was heaving too, and his greying brows furrowed when his cock left your entrails.

You couldn’t help but look down—you had left pink creamy rings on his hard cock, a mixture of your juices, his cum and your period blood. And when you peeked over at your pussy, you sighed. Yes, your pussy was smeared red, your inner thighs too, and you were still bleeding onto his sheets.

You should have felt slightly embarrassed, but knowing how much Joel enjoyed you on your period, well... there was literally nothing to be shy about. As a matter of fact, you had been waiting for this time of the month to come, because you just knew that Joel would be feral about you.

Letting your head fall back for a breather, you felt Joel pet your overstimulated clit. You whimpered a little, your nerve endings flaring alive, almost painfully, and your brows bunching together in concentration.

You managed to open your eyes again, and then you realised. He was still hard. Very much so.

“You ain’t falling asleep again,” he groaned, pointing an accusatory bloody finger at you. “‘M not done with you yet, sweetheart.”

He was right. Joel didn’t let you.

[aloyssobek]

REEEE this semester of uni is gonna be Busy busy i'm nervous but excited

[mejaemin]

touch you, love you - choi seungcheol

(18+ mdni !!) wc: 1.7k summary: for my svt prompt event, cheol + dry humping saves lives. warnings: very slight somno, subby cheollie, dry humping (durr), body image issues, body worship, nipple play, sleepy cheollie, cumming w clothes on, cheol’s tummy 💕💗💖💞💘💝 an: okiii so i KNOW i shouldn’t turn prompt responses into oneshots.. but i started writing this when cheol posted about his cut.. and i just ran w the idea of smut + appreciating his tummy while we have it 😕 enjoy !!! 1 to 13 masterlist!

you don’t want to be up. your body is still so achy with sleep, but the burn between your legs pulls you further and further from your slumber. with one leg draped over seungcheol’s waist, you squeeze a little closer, sighing at the pressure his hip gives you.

you hum, pushing your hips into him a little further, feeling your cunt pulse at even the slightest movement. you look up at him, and he’s still sound asleep, eyebrows furrowed like they get when he’s frustrated. it sparks your curiosity for a moment, yet the need for him, to have him mend the restless ache in your lower half, runs stronger.

you run a hand over his torso, covered in the thick fabric of a hoodie that you don’t remember him falling asleep with. you pull it up to run a hand over his skin, fingers pressing lightly into the soft skin. you can feel the muscle underneath, hard abs hidden beneath a layer of fat, the healthy kind, proof that he works hard and comes home to be loved and fed well.

just the sight of it makes you even more desperate, dragging yourself the rest of the way over his body, straddling his waist, clothed pussy sitting right above his soft length. you push his hoodie up until it’s bunched up under his chin, hips moving a little more bravely as you lean down to press kisses to his skin.

he’s so.. thick, in every sense of the word. when your tongue glides over his chest, you can feel the weight of all the muscle that lays there, and it twitches when your tongue flicks over his nipple. you grind into him a little harder, whining as your hands slide down to his stomach, scratching at the skin in your dazed state of pleasure.

“baby-“ seungcheol grabs your hip with one hand, the other pulling his hoodie back down. “calm down..” he groans, stretching (yes, even with your weight on top of him).

you pout, leaning forward until you’re face to face. “i’m sorry cheollie, just-” you pause, whining at the feeling of him poking you through layers of clothing, “just want you so bad..”

with his arm over his eyes, he lets one open to look at you, body all tense. after a moment, one where he can feel you pulsating on top of him, and he wants to say no, avoid receiving all your attention, but it just feels so good. he can’t even think about the uncomfy attention you give his body when you’re mewling all cutely in his ear, whining as you grind against him so sweetly.

slowly but surely, he holds you by your shoulder to keep you steady, slipping your hands away from his stomach with the other. “go on..”

you hum, leaning down to kiss him gratefully, before pulling back with a pout. “but i can’t touch you..? why do you have this on?” you ask, referring to the hoodie you know he wasn’t wearing when you fell asleep.

“it’s nothing, i just don’t like how i look right now, okay? don’t worry about it.”

that whole statement has you freezing, completely still. he can’t be serious, can he? his beautiful, perfectly crafted body, the one that put you in this state, is something he doesn’t like? it almost makes you mad. in fact, it does, because you can’t believe someone could ever hate something so beautiful.

you look at him, face blank as you tell him, “don’t you ever say shit like that again.” it’s a statement so demanding, full of order, with zero tolerance for anything else. it’s genuinely offensive that he’d think negatively about himself, and you don’t miss the feeling of him pulsing against you at the direction.

he’s silent, and you’re sure it’s a mix of shame and speechlessness, so you use it as an opportunity to take control. slowly, your hand trails up his body, stopping to caress his cheek when you see his unsure expression, before moving up the rest of the way to reach his crown. you run your fingers through his messy hair, slowly and attentively to express as much of your love as you can.

“okay, cheollie.. y’know what we’re gonna do?” you look at him expectantly and continue when he hums in response, “you’re gonna lay here, and take this off..” the whole time that you’re speaking your hands are all over him, rubbing and massaging his muscles, taking his hoodie off to give better access, “and i’m gonna touch you, love you, until you think of yourself the way i think of you. no arguments.”

you know that inside, he’s shy, and his heart is more than fragile, so you make sure to leave room for him to argue, to tell you to stop, or how he doesn’t want you to be in control, but that never comes. you see his eyebrows furrow, his adam’s apple bob as he swallows, before his chest settles with a sigh.

“okay.” he says, voice breaking as it fights between a whisper and regular volume.

you smile, body relaxing at his acceptance, and lean down to press a kiss to his lips. it’s gentle, loving, a contrast to your firm tone, but it is well needed. the purpose of this may be to show him something, a little forcefully, but the goal is to make him feel loved nonetheless.

“my pretty cheollie,” your hands run over his chest, full of toned muscle, yet still soft and pliable. his hands lay on your hips, his own fighting movement against you. “why wouldn’t you like this body, mm..” you hum, the tip of your nose dragging over his chest as you inhale his scent. he’s so.. him, you can’t describe it any other way. he has an aura that never fails to drag you in, magnetizes you to him, and leaves you craving him, sexually and romantically.

you start moving your hips against him again, watching as his lip gets caught in his teeth. he’s still a little tense, fighting the urge to truly relax due to uncertainty. you just keep doing your thing, leaving wet kisses and marks all over his exposed skin, moaning in satisfaction at the sight of his plush skin, all littered in love bites and teeth marks.

“fuck, baby, i-“ he pauses, a moan slipping out when you get caught on his tip, hips bucking up into you, making you respond with one of your own.

“mm, cheollie baby.. so fucking pretty when you moan like that…” you whimper, pressing your hips against him harder as you lean forward, lips wrapping around his nipple.

“ah-“ his voice catches in his throat, back arching into you. his body burns, flaming hot with self consciousness, fading into something.. different, something that creates an uncomfy wet patch in his boxers, makes him hold your hips steady so he can grind into them.

your tongue swirls around his nipple, flicking back and forth against it as your fingers play with the other. maybe it’s his vulnerability, but he’s never been so reactive before, so vocal, and it genuinely makes your pussy ache, gushing and pulsing at how desperate he looks under you. he’s so sensitive, hips shaking with the force they rut into you at, eyes screwed shut as he moans out into the air, hands squeezing your hips like he’ll die if he lets go.

when he calls your name his voice cracks, shaky breaths escaping his lungs, “please, i wanna, hm- want it inside so bad..” he whines, looking at you with the sweetest pout, eyes watery and brows furrowed.

your lips detach from him with a pop, and you stare down at him as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. “no.” you swear he looks like he wants to cry, but you just chuckle, going to pepper kisses all over his frown. “cum like this first, agree with me when i say you’re a pretty boy, and maybe then i’ll let you fuck me.”

“hm- fuck, f- fine..” you can tell he wants to complain, put up a fight, but if you’re anything like him, he knows that would be counterproductive.

you smile coyly, leaning down to give him yet another kiss, this time of approval. “go on then, honey. make us cum.”

he wastes no time in picking up the pace of his hips, the fabric against fabric burning in the best way possible, your legs are burning, spread all the way out around his thick waist. you fucking love it, absolutely obsessed with how big and beefy your boyfriend is. he’s literally moving you, holding your whole weight above him as his clothed cock rubs against you with the feverish desperation of a dog.

it makes your eyes roll back, jaw hanging open as you let your hardness slip, gasps turning more and more desperate. your hands grip at seungcheol’s forearms, leaving cherry red scratch marks on the skin. it blends in perfectly, so pretty against all the other marks on his body. observing your work, you can see his stomach moving with every roll of his hips, and just the sight of his body, thick and beautifully built, brings you right over the edge.

“fuck, seungcheol-“ you let out a long, drawn out moan, body going rigid as your vision turns white. he’s right there with you, strings of white leaking through his boxers as he cums against you with a raspy moan.

you fall limp against him, leaving sweet kisses against his chest as you begin to relax. you roll off of him, falling onto your side, using a finger on his cheek to turn his gaze towards you.

“do you see what i see?” you ask, voice genuinely sweet, not a hint of that condescending, mean tone from before.

he pauses, hesitant, “..i’ll learn to. knowing you love it makes me feel better.” he props himself up on an elbow, leaning over to pull you in for a kiss. he’s too shy to verbalize it, but you can feel his gratefulness in the way his lips move against yours, and you can’t help but smile into it.

when he pulls away your hands reach for your panties, slowly sliding them down your legs and throwing them on the floor. “see? it’s that easy, baby. now you can have me.”

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[writtenbymoonflower]

how about

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room mate! marauders who are obsessed with their shy roomate

oh trust me, hunny, i am hearing you. hope this is okay! shy gn!reader x poly!marauders

cw: nothing really, just fluff, reader is very flustered

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Your eyes were blurry as you shuffled into the sunny kitchen. You weren’t used to waking up to the curtains open and breakfast on the stove. You’d lived with people before of course, but none as lively as this bunch. You weren’t complaining, though, you were quickly warming to them, even though you had probably spoken a total of 50 words to your new housemates in the three weeks you had lived with them. Most of these words likely consisting of sorry, excuse me, thank you. 

They had been talking though. Ever since the day you met they had been treating you like their best friend. Not even that. They were all best friends. (Though you considered that wasn’t all, on more than one occasion you had caught Sirius with his head in James’ lap, or Remus’ legs swung over one of the other boys. You had also observed a fair number of kisses between the three boys). But rather, they treated you like something precious, like a porcelain doll they were begging to get a hold of.

That thought made you immediately think of the nickname Sirius (or ‘Pads’ as the boys occasionally called him) had stuck you with. 

“Hey, dollface! You sleep well?” The coal-haired boy looked like he was itching to beckon you under his arm, but resisted. You were thankful, not knowing if you could survive that.

“It was good.” You hummed, barely legible to James over the sound of his bacon sizzling. You padded over to the breakfast table, sitting one chair away from Sirius and his huge bowl of cereal. No sooner had you sat down when a steaming cup of coffee was placed in front of you by a spindly hand. 

“Here you go, dovey.” Remus sat in the chair between you and Sirius. 

“Oi, Moons. You’re blocking my view.” You turned in your chair to look behind you at the ‘view’ he was referring to, brows scrunching in confusion when all you saw was the archway. You heard a light chuckle from Remus and a snicker from Sirius as you whipped back around. The possible meaning dawned on you, making you his your heated face in your mug.

“Don’t torture the poor thing.” James scolded, giving a (what you were sure he believed was comforting) squeeze to your shoulder before he sat on your other side.

“I never tortured anyone.” Remus corrected from behind his morning paper, slowly eating a cup of berry-yogurt. “Collective punishment is a war crime, Prongs” 

“Leavin’ me to the wolves huh, Moons?” Sirius sassed, sipping on his coffee that was mostly just cream and sugar. 

“Oh trust me, I’m sure we all know how much you’d love to be left to the wolf.” James smirked, clearly in on a joke that you had no idea about. He abandoned his teasing to turn to you, fixing a horribly kind look that made your tummy turn to mush. “There is some bacon and eggs on the stove for breakfast, but I’m sure Sirius would let you into his cereal.” 

“There’s also yogurt.” Remus looked pointedly to his near-empty cup. 

“Oh no, I’m okay. I could never take your food. I’m not hungry anyway.” You muttered into your mug. 

“You’ve gotta eat somethin’ babydoll. Can’t have you skipping meals.” Sirius had a playful, if not protective tilt to his tone. 

“I’ll find somethin’ don’t worry.” You scrubbed your bleary eyes with irritated cadence, still on the brink of sleep despite the warm caffeine swirling in your system. Thick fingers wrapped around your wrist to pull your offending hand away. 

“Gentle, sweetheart.” James scolded lightly. “Gonna hurt yourself like that.” He squeezed your hand before letting it go but it felt oddly like your face and your lungs were being squeezed as well. If this was the boys normal, you weren’t sure if you were going to survive. 

You mumbled a sorry looking at the mahogany table like it held the meaning of life, or the extra hour of sleep you desperately craved. 

“What’ve we told you? You say sorry too much, sweet thing. It’s like, your favorite word or something.” Sirius laughed, slurping down his cereal milk and licking his chops. You bit back another apology and rubbed your eyes again, though much more gentle this time. James cooed in sympathy. 

“You still sleepy?” He rubbed your back again, which made you both more heated and more drowsy. 

“Yeah.” You hummed, shamefaced as you played with the hem of your oversized t-shirt. You were thankful that you were still too shy to not wear long pants around them, because they would definitely be able to tell how tensed your legs were. Remus set his paper down.

“Do you have work today, love?” 

“No, ‘s my day off.” James grinned at that, but Sirius spoke up. 

“Happy coincidence! It’s ours too.” He grinned. “How about we all watch something? We can put something on in the lounge room and you can catch a bit of sleep on the settee?” He suggested. You shrunk at the thought of sleeping in front of them, but weren’t opposed to the idea.

“We’ll make sure to wake you up so you don’t sleep the day away.” James added, still rubbing your back. You were easily convinced. 

“Okay, that does sound nice.” Barely above a whisper. 

“We can all have a big lunch when you get up, too. Maybe we could go out?” Remus suggested as he led you gently to the living room. You tried to make your way to the armchair, but you were tugged to the couch. 

“That won’t be comfy, dollface. Here you go.” Sirius sat on the settee close to one arm, Remus by the other. Sirius pulled you between them while James sat on the floor and you whined in protest. 

“No, I’ll move. You sit here, James.”

Remus swore that was the loudest he had ever heard you speak. 

“No, I’m good right here. Thanks though, sweetness.” James reassured. He was sat in the middle, though rather close to Remus so the mousy boy could reach out with one hand and scratch James’ scalp, roving his long fingers through the thick curls. You were so distracted that you were startled when Sirius tugged on you again, maneuvering your head onto a pillow that laid on his lap. You tensed before relaxing into his warmth. You tucked your legs into yourself as Remus covered you with a blanket before going back to loving on James. 

“There you go, baby. That feel nice?” Sirius said, unfamiliarly soft as he stroked your hair, hand a welcome warmth on your scalp. 

Baby. Baby. Baby.

It would surprise you if you woke up from this nap. Your heart had nearly stopped on the spot.

[beetboxx]

a siren’s call home - a.h.b x reader

pure, sickeningly sweet fluff in which you wake up to andy home from tour, finally.

content disclaimers: not proofread, religious reference, reference to sexual activity but no smut, language? maybe?

author’s note: we are so back squad. it’s only been like two years. i haven’t written in so long so we can call this a test run as i get back into the swing of things. ill update my intro post to better align with what im into! feel free to come and talk to me about prompts, ideas, random thoughts, whateva. i miiiiiiggghhhhtttt write some smut next. hope you enjoy!!

orange light intruded through window shutters like holy arms, caressing the cozy room you laid in with a touch of warmth to counteract the bite of cold at your feet and nose. what was also fighting against that was the thumb stroking the small crevice between your nose and your cheek, not doing much to help but comforting nonetheless. it was the exigence to your wakeup, a bit alarming at first until you understood the source- a large hand with long fingers attached to a proportionally long man smiling like the protruding rays of sun through draped brown, ginger-ish curls, most of it lazily pulled back into a bun at the back of his neck. you registered the vague freckles speckling his cheeks as you blinked lazily, huffing and tensing your grip in your blanket.

“hi.” he said, breathing out a laugh as you felt his calf rub up against yours and his hand smooth against your cheek to your hair to comb his fingers through it as best he could, his nails scratching your scalp ever so slightly.

you sleepily murmured a response, a quick, “hi, andy,” scrunching up your face when his palm returned to your cheek. his other ventured to your waist under the comforter, soft and delicate and squeezing the plains and valleys of your side a bit when he felt like it.

”you’re pretty.”

for such a poetic and profound man, able of expressing emotions so difficult to pin down, he was seemingly struck dumb in this moment over the sight of you. maybe in order to allow his wisdom to return, maybe in order to attempt to become impossibly close to you, his other hand paralleled the other on your waist, pulling you into his torso and wrapping around to meet at the small of your back. you nuzzled into his chest, taking in his familiar scent of a cologne reminiscent of dark forestry and a breeze and placing your own hand on his shirt at his heart to feel it flutter at your fingertips. comfortable, comforted.

“when’d you get back?” you asked, voice coming out as a mellow drawl.

andrew hummed, placed a kiss on the top of your head. “late.”

“you should have woken me up,” you whined, rubbing your eyes.

another kiss, this time to your forehead where your skin meets your hairline. his lips were warm against your chilled skin.

“you say that,” he teased, accent thick with sleep and homecoming, “but you would have crucified me had i actually done that.”

“crucified, no. pinned you to the bed in a similar pose and jumped your bones, maybe.”

you grinned, leaning your head back to allow enough room to kiss his jaw. a stubble met your lips, one that had grown out and been trimmed many times over the course of his touring, all phases of which you unfortunately, miserably, missed.

“hush. you’re dreaming.”

“am not.”

andrew laughed, you squeezed him in your arms. his laugh, although quiet in volume, felt like a dose of hospital-grade medicine to your yearning-induced blues in your system as soon as it entered your ears. his voice and presence was coaxing you awake, a process usually so difficult and taxing, flooding your growing consciousness in a pool of comfort. you missed him. you missed him like a wilted flower misses the sun. you missed him in a way that could only be equated to something of cosmic origin.

“i missed you,” he whispered. thank god.

you returned his sentiment. silence then fell like a thick blanket over you both, thicker than the one bunched up at your shoulder. it sat there for a long while, robbing the both of you of thought except for the feeling of relief. andrew’s thumb rubbed back and forth on your back, a reminder of existence so you didn’t float away. you could have sworn he fell asleep with how quiet he was and how steady and light his breathing was.

you sighed, began squirming your way to get up at least to a sitting position- but you didn’t get far, that ambition quickly being squashed by two lean arms squeezing tightly, barring you from moving away from andrew.

“no.”

a mumble, quick and straight to the point. you huffed out a chuckle, choosing not to argue and enjoy the moment. moments, andrew decided for the both of you. very long, undescriptive in quantity moments. one of his hands moved up to cradle the back of your head, pulling you in closer and raking into your hair to rub at your scalp. he was wearing a gray crewneck, you noticed, with unfamiliar blue embroidery of the name of some U.S. state, vintage style. you didn’t recognize it, guessing he must have gotten it on tour at whim.

he was definitely tired- exhausted, even. the lines and circles of color under his eyes had emphasized themselves, but the sight of you gave them a certain light that made you know he wasn’t going to sleep. too many thoughts, too many things to do now that he was home and finding himself complete. he was completely overwhelmed with the feeling of being home that he felt perfectly energized- that, and three cups of coffee he had had just before laying down beside you definitely helped. he took your hand in his as if he was inviting you to a dance, pressing the back of yours against his chest. to further trap you in his web or to just get closer to you, you’ll never know.

“honey, i have to get up eventually,” you remarked, trying to convince yourself more than him.

“no you don’t,” andrew immediately replied without skipping a single beat, tightening his grip on you in case you tried to pull a fast one on him and get out of bed. one of his legs, clad in loose cotton sweatpants, swung over both of yours under the covers, effectively holding you right where he wanted you in his arms.

“andrew, i have to be a functioning member of society,” you joked, wiggling around just a little with no actual attempt to break free from his hold. truthfully, you could never: he had a hold on you and your heart so tight and driven by fate that you were damned for eternity to be consumed by your love for him.

“i can make you breakfast,” you added, craning your neck back to smile at him.

andrew hummed, clicking his tongue. “ooh. very enticing and unfair,” he said. “trying to seduce me with the prospect of food.”

“seduce? i am merely giving you incentive.”

he paused, thinking. his head tilted, as it often does when he is thinking. you took his occupation with thought for an opportunity to make a smart decision and begin your day, freeing yourself from his entrapment and slinking off the bed. he acted quick, however, letting out a noise of surprise and disappointment wrapped in one and throwing himself across the bed to your side. andrew wrapped his arms around your waist as you stood, stopping you from moving too far away from

him. not again. you figured he would be a bit clingy getting back from tour, but this was taking it too another (but very welcomed) level.

“andrew!” you whined without any real weight to it as his chin rested on your hip, grinning happily. your fingers tangled themselves in his wild hair, frizzy from travel and the usual irish moisture. his hair tie was certainly not doing a fantastic job at keeping it all back, strands thick and thin escaping its weak confines. you giggle, “you’re like a puppy sometimes, you know that?”

“and you’re like.. ehm.. a siren.”

you playfully scoffed, “a siren?”

“oh, yes, a siren,” he grins, pulling your waist in until you were sitting back on the bed. “a beautiful but relentless creature with an inclination for luring and trapping defenseless men such as myself.”

“and eating them,” you added.

“whatever,” andrew said, pulling himself up to sit beside you so he could drag you into his lap. you turned yourself and straddled his thighs, arms wrapping around his neck, your intentions for the morning entirely forgotten.

he kissed your lips, softly, like he was testing the waters. you thought your breath stunk for a second with how gentle he was- until you tried to peel away, only for him to grab your face and keep you in his entrancing kiss. he deepened it, mouth opening slightly in rhythm with yours, lips dancing together like they hadn’t in so long.

you stayed that way for a while, letting andrew delicately consume your heart and soul and very essence with his neglected mouth. you could feel his breath mix with yours and span over your cheeks, and you swear it was full of helium with how light and floaty your lungs felt. you pulled away, eventually, taking a little more willpower than you would like to admit as his charged lips pulled yours in like a magnet.

he sighed, happy and content as he stared at you with big eyes, twinkling with every overwhelming emotion he had towards you.

“you have me entirely whipped, woman. like a siren.”

“i know,” you replied, kissing his lips again. “i’m glad you’re home.”

“i know.”

[morteoshutup]

Optimus Gets Jealous

Optimus Prime x Human reader

Transformer Prime

Smut

18+!!!

(Warning: the reader is 18 years old. Legal adult age. finger fucking. rough sex. )

Today was a sunny day. You arrive at the base in Bulkhead vehicle mode. Since Optimus was out on a mission by the time school ended, you ended up riding with Miko and Bulkhead. You didn't mind. You love the two hard-headed friends and hanging out with them. Which you all did after school, going off-roading on the big rocky hills.

You jumped out of Bulkhead, and Miko did the same. Bulkhead immediately transformed into his normal form. He grunted and opened his chest, where he pulled out Miko's guitar. Miko laughed and grabbed the guitar from his hand. You started walking up the stairs to the second floor, where we usually hang out.

"Hey, is that a sweater you're wearing? I don't remember seeing you with that sweater on today." Miko asked, running up to me.

You stopped as you reached the second floor and looked back at Miko in confusion. You looked down at the sweater you were wearing and remembered what she was referring to. "Oh yeah, I borrowed it from a classmate. I got cold in the class and he lent me it. I guess I forgot to give it back. it's really soft and comfy. It's a nice quality, too." I held the sweater out to her. Miko touched and was surprised by how soft it is.

"Wow, it is really soft and it's really warm. You need to ask him where he got it because it will be so good for the winter. Not only that, it's such a pretty color," Miko said, admiring it.

You rubbed the back of your head. "Yeah. It really is. It got really warm once I wore it for a little bit."

Miko suddenly stop and stare at the sweater. You stare at Miko in confusion until she took a sniff of the sweater.

"And it smells really good, like really good. I'm used to guys' clothes smelling horrible, but this one smells really good. If he uses a cologne like this, he must be a hottie." Miko got excited. Miko started to ask a bunch of questions about who this good-smelling guy is.

You blushed and tried to stop Miko from asking all these questions. Then, you saw Optimus walk into the lobby. You got excited and immediately got his attention. When Optimus saw you, he smiled and walked up to you.

"Greeting Y/n, how was your day at school?" Optimus asked. He put his hand on the railing beside where you were.

You smile happily. "It was great. The teachers didn't give me too much schoolwork, so I was able to finish them before I left from school. How was your day Optimus? How did the mission go?"

Optimus began telling you how he day was and the mission going smoothly. Until he slowly stop talk as he gave you a strange looked. You looked up at him in confusion. You ask if he was okay. Optimus stayed silent and kept looking at you. You started to get worried and ask if he was okay again. He suddenly pick you up on his servo and started walking to the hallway.

You were confused on what was happening and worried about Optimus sudden quietness. You realize that he was taking you to his private quarters. He open the door and walk inside. He close the door behind him, locking it. He walk to the berth and settle you down gently on it. You looked up at Optimus, confuse on what was going on. and why he was acting like this. He mass-displace right next you. He had a look that you never saw before.

He walks towards you and grabs hold of you. You squeeze your eyes shut, waiting for the worst, but nothing comes. You felt Optimus fiddling with the hem of the sweater you were wearing. You open your eyes and look down to see Optimus pulling on it slightly. You looked back at Optimus and asked what was wrong.

"Who is this? I don't remember you having this sweater," Optimus said sternly. He kept tugging it like he wanted to take it off you or rip it off you.

"It's a classmate of mine. He lent it to me because I got cold in class. I forgot to give it back to him at the end of class," you explain to Optimus.

Optimus looked unsatisfied with the answer you gave him. "Why?" He looked at you with a look that you didn't know how to reply to.

"W-Well...I don't know. i guess he was being nice and he offer so I took it."

Optimus hum. He kept tugging at the hem of the sweater. You felt like he was going to tear it.

"Take it off." Optimus said, with venom in his voice.

You flinched at his voice. You took off the sweater without hesitation, worried he would get mad even more. Optimus snatches the sweater from your hands. You tried to get it back.

"Optimus give it back. Please don't rip it or damage it, I have to give it back." You jumped up trying to get it from Optimus grasp as he held it up high.

"Why do you care if it gets damage? It is just a sweater," Optimus said coldly.

You puffed at your cheeks. "Because I have to give it back to him, and I don't want to buy him a sweater to replace the one that you damaged." You kept jumping, trying to get it.

Optimus still kept it high so you couldn't get it. He stayed silent, thinking. He took a step away from you and threw the sweater away from you both. You gasp at what he did. You tried to go retrieve it, but Optimus grab you and held you tightly. His head in the side of you neck.

You froze. You tried to look down to see his face, but he kept it hidden in your neck. The two of you stood there in silence. You were about to say something until Optimus took a deep breath on your neck, smelling you. He growled lowly after he did so. Then, he started to undress you. You panicked and tried to stop.

"W-What are you doing Optimus? Are you out of you mind?" You yelled at him.

He quickly looked up at you with anger and jealousy. "Are you out of your mind. Why did you put on another man's scent on you?"

You were taken aback by what Optimus said. You wanted to say something, but the words were stuck at the back of your throat. You kept opening your mouth and closing it.

Optimus didn't wait for your response and kept undressing you. Taking off your shirt and your bra and grabbing your tit harshly. You yelped at this action. You grab his wrist to stop him from grabbing your tit so harshly. You were about to yell at him, but he crashed his lips against yours. He then pinches your nipple, and you moan into the kiss.

His other hand was behind your back and pressing you into him. You begin to kiss him back as he played with your nipples. You moan and yelp every time he twists and pinches your nipple

He broke the kiss and began kissing down your neck. Your jaw, underneath your jaw, the side of your neck, and lastly, your scent gland. He growled when he did. He bit down on your scent gland, which made you yelp. It wasn't hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to see the bite mark.

You tried to push him off, but his hand went up your skirt and into your underwear. You gasp as he palms you. Lifting and grinding his digits against your heat. You moan at this motion. You grip his shoulder as he palms your heat roughly. You start to grind against his digits.

Optimus continues to kiss your neck, giving you hickeys all over, making them a dark purple. He slowly brings you down to your back. As your back hit the cold concrete, his digits went inside your hit and start to finger fuck you. You arch your back and grab his arm for support. You moan loudly as he hits your G-spot. Tears prick the corners of your eyes.

"O-Optimus. Please."

Optimus ignore you and kept fucking you. You start to grind with his finger, trying to reach your climax. Optimus watches you arch your back even more, and your head falls back against the concrete. He could still smell the guy's scent all over you. It's flooding all his senses, and it starts to make him go mad.

You were about to cum until he remove his digits from your heat. You whined as he did so. Optimus then put his digits to his mouth and licked them clean, savoring the taste of you.

After he was done, he grabbed your hips and aligned them to his panel. He lifted up your skirt and ripped your underwear off. You could he the fabric rip from your body. He then opened his panel and his spike came out. His spike was already leaking and twitching. You drool at the sight of it.

He starts to grind his spike against your heat that is covered in your wetness. "I'm going to fuck the scent off you," Optimus growl.

Your eyes widen at what he said. Optimus then sunk his spike into your pussy. You moan as he fills you up, stretching and hitting every sweet spot that you didn't even know you had. Optimus gave you time to adjust to his spike, but started to grind at your G-spot. Then, he started to fuck you hard and sensibly. You held onto Optimus' hands that were on your hip dips, holding on for dear life.

Optimus fuck you hard and roughly. The ridges on his spike rubbing up your wall so roughly made you drool and cry out his name.

"O-Optimus. S-slow down. Its too deep."

Optimus kept fucking you, using you as a flesh light. He adjusted himself and starting fucking you right at your g-spot. You moan loudly and throw your head back. You start to grind your hips upwards against his hips to get closer to your climax.

Optimus' hands tighten on your hips, so that you know for sure they would bruise. Optimus picked up the pace and fucks you harder than before. You came hard on his spike. Your walls tighten hard on Optimus spike. He stopped and pulled out.

He then flips you over to your belly and lifts up your hips. Your sex is exposed to the cold air. He then pushes his spike into your heat all of a sudden. You moan loudly, feeling full again. Optimus uses his hand to push on your back to make you arch. The other hand pushed your head against the floor.

Optimus begin to fuck you, overstimulating you. His hands keeping you in place as he abuse your pussy. You moan against the concrete. The tears starting to fall as he fucks you hard. You could feel another climax coming in fast.

Optimus felt your walls tightening up against his spike. He begin to fuck you harder and pushing his spike deeper in you. Optimus leaned down to where his face was up against the side of your neck. He moved the hand that was on your back to your hip so he could pull you back into him as he thrust into you. The other hand, supporting himself so he doesn't put all his weight on you.

Optimus spike hits aggressively against your G-spot, and you start to see stars. You bit your lip as you felt each thrust rubbing against your walls. You cried out as you came hard on his spike. Your walls tighten and pulse against his spike.

Optimus groan, feeling you cum a second time. Optimus's hips start to buck wildly into you. Optimus moans loudly against your neck and bites hard on the side of your neck. Optimus overload, painting your insides blue. His hips kept thrusting into you, trying to calm his high. He lets go of your neck and leans his head against the back of your neck. He breathes heavily.

After a while, he slowly lifted himself. He cranes his head down to see his transfluid spill out of you. It drips down your thighs and drips on the floor. Your hips fell to the side as you breathed heavily, still in a sex daze.

Optimus pulled you against him and hugged you. He kissed your forehead, your temple, and your lips.

"Are you alright? You're not hurt, are you?"

You looked up at Optimus in a daze. He looked at you worried. He moved the hair out of your face.

"Beside the bite mark, no, I'm not hurt," you said weakly.

Optimus looked guilty. "I am sorry for biting you. Did it hurt when I bit you? I am also sorry for being so rough on you."

You gave him a smile. "No. You should be rougher on me like this." I giggled stupidly.

Optimus sighed and smiled at him. He kissed me softly and lovingly. You kissed back. Optimus' hand went up at the back of your neck to deepen the kiss. You let him.

Optimus broke the kiss and looked serious. "I do not want to find another man's scent on you again. If I do, I will do the same thing I did just now."

You blushed, but turned into a smirk. "Then I have to do it again, if you get to fuck me like you did just now." I giggled.

Optimus gave a tired sigh, then smiled at me. "If you do, then I may have to not let you cum for your punishment."

You froze. "You know what. I'm not going to do that then."

Optimus chuckled and put his face against my scent gland. He smelled heavily against it. He sighs into my neck and snuzzles against it.

"All that matters is that your scent is not flooded by his scent."

Optimus hugged me tightly. You put your arms around his neck and nuzzle against him, tiredness overflowing you.

"I'm glad. I want to be covered by your scent."

Optimus smiled. "Good. I've made sure of that."

[on1knee4marksmen]

Gregory House with a teenage daughter (platonic!!)

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General Hcs :) (more like rambles)

🩻House & teenage daughter that looks juuust a bit too much like him? Buddy don't get me started-

🩻I feel like he'd really get along with a teen daughter (he's just a teenage girl too, I fear)

🩻Like he's one of those cool dads that you can share anything with without getting scolded/grounded or anything like that. Don't get me wrong, you're getting raised with manners, but you're also getting raised to be a menace when it comes to standing your ground.

🩻I mean c'mon, it's Greg House we're talking about, he's pretty goddamn stubborn.

🩻You guys also have a bunch of inside jokes. One of which being referring to eachother with the most exaggerated, old-fashioned, formal forms ever known to the English language, when in reality you're just telling him to buy toilet paper on the way home because there's none left

"Father, I regret to inform you that I require hydration, however am far too away from the only water source in our fortress and am far too lazy to raise myself upon my feet."

"My dearest, dearest daughter.

No fucking way, get your lazy ass up and pour a glass yourself." "But dad-"

🩻Btw swearing is 100% something natural for your household. House would probably squeeze in a remark or two if you overdo it, but overall he has no problem with hearing swears from you (because he also swears every now and then)

🩻(Off topic, but you'd regularly make puns about the apartment being a 'House-hold' and he'd pretend to hate every single one of them, but deep down he'd actually find them amusing)

🩻Apartment is a mess. All the time. Almost everywhere.

🩻But I don't mean filthy mess. I mean just untidy, but you guys know what's where and find a way around it

🩻Unspoken rule that you tell eachother whenever you move something, just in case the one that did the moving forgets

🩻Despite him being a pretty good cook himself, he wouldn't be surprised if you didn't know how to do stuff properly when it comes to cooking. He always helps you and you sometimes pout about it (but you're grateful deep down)

🩻You convinced him to let you cook dinner by yourself once. Almost burned the kitchen down. You apologised a thousand times, but you guys did have a laugh about it later, so it's all good

🩻Most times you guys order takeaway, cuz House doesn't really have motivation to cook often

🩻And if you surprise him with your first home-cooked meal (this time without burning the kitchen down)? He wouldn't tell you face-to-face, but you can see the flicker of pride in his eyes and the hint of an almost fond grin tugging at his lips (even if it needs a bit of seasoning)

🩻He might not feel like cooking dinner, but making breakfast definitely comes easier to him. Expect scrambled eggs and sausage/whatever ham he could find in the fridge greeting you when you wake up. He might even make pancakes on weekends/rare dayoffs

🩻Aaah he loves that you share a music taste with him if you do!!

🩻If you don't, he won't stop you from listening to it ofc, he'd just complain about it whenever it wasn't on headphones (🙄)

🩻But if you did share a music taste? ... Getting noise complaints from the neighbours about classic rock getting blasted past 10 pm wouldn't be the most uncommon

🩻Would support you in any hobbies you have, 100%. Both financially and by psyching you up.

🩻You draw? He has a sketch/artwork of yours framed somewhere in his office. Crochet? He still keeps the mini crochet doll of himself on his keys. Knit? He wears the scarf you made him every winter. Read? He's buying you at least one new book every month or two. You'd have to help with installing new bookshelves though, he'd do nothing but lay on the couch for the most part and blame it on the leg™. Play any instrument? You have the whole ass setup for it in your room at home. If the instrument is suitable for piano duets, he's so down to do one with you

🩻Would so be down to playing any type of video game with you. You guys probably have a gamecube/nintendo 360/xbox/whatever the hell there was in his time I have no idea

🩻Lets you mess around on his Gameboy if you ever come to work with him and get bored

🩻Greg might be kind of an asshole to people and he might claim not to care, but he definitely cares, especially about you.

🩻If you're happy, he genuinely feels at ease too. But if he senses any shift in your normal behaviour, anything that he might find alarming? He wouldn't push it more than an "Anything wrong? Or are you this frowny all the time?" or a "Wanna talk about it?". But he'd do his best to subtly show you he's here for you and you can talk to him. About anything that might be troubling you, anything

🩻House isn't used to saying 'I love you', but he does his best to show it to you.

🩻Until one day you come home crying and he realises - he has no idea what to do. So he does what feels most unnatural to him, but knows that you need. He offers a hug. If you accept it, he gladly wraps his arms around you and tucks your head under his chin. Rubs your shoulders and back a little. Offers to hear you out if you need to talk. Then proceeds to trashtalk whoever/whatever made you cry with you. He's a number 1 gossip buddy, makes you feel so much better by doing it too. He'd then order your fav food and offer to do whatever you wanted, really. Ends the night by sending you off to bed with an awkward shoulder rub, but a look of soft longing in his glossy eyes (he wants to kiss your forehead and tuck you in like he did back when you had nightmares, but he's scared of being vulnerable with you cuz you're older now)

🩻Overall, House is pretty emotionally constipated at times and doesn't like being vulnerable or showing affection. But he'd be a cool, loving father and I die on this hill.

[blurry-lock]

Omg I really loved "hopelessly in love" fic... I want another 'Shidou doesn't listen to anyone, unless it's you.' fic!!!! Like imagine fem reader is already in a relationship with Shidou since forever and is called to Blue lock as an exception to control shidou cuz it wouldn't listen to anyone. Hahaha love you😭❤️

TAMING THE DEMON

Your wish is his command

What you need to know: established relationship, calm reader, fem reader (can be also gn as no pronouns or descriptions are used), fluff, slight cursing

Notes: thank you for the request anon! I really appreciate your words <3 and i hope you’ll like this one too!

Word count: 1.1k

There he was again, restrained in the punishment room for breaking another player’s nose and since you weren’t there to keep him on his toes, he did whatever he wanted, you wouldn’t know anyway… right?

Well, now he was wide eyed and his ears turning pink when he saw you enter the room with slight concern covering your face.

“Wha- how?!” He spoke through the muzzle, trying to free from the restrains.

And how exactly you managed to get in blue lock?

“I’m tired of this brat, he’s uncontrollable…” Ego sighed as he massaged his temple.

“I was checking his files and there’s a note that says call in case of emergency with a phone number on it, should we try calling?” Anri looked at Ego, it seemed like it was their last resource.

“Let’s see who this person is then…”

When you arrived at the facility and introduced yourself properly they were both flabbergasted, even for Ego this was a big surprise when you told them you were Shidou’s partner, you were the only person he had outside of Blue Lock. You were the opposite of him, calm, kind and slightly timid, but you know what they say, opposites attract each other.

You gave Anri and Ego an embarrassed look and apologized for Shidou’s behavior, you said you’ll try to make him come to his senses if they let you talk to him and boy, they knew you weren’t playing about Shidou.

Now in present time, as you walked to Shidou and stood in front of him with crossed arms, he just looked at you like he was seeing a ghost.

“Love, did you break a player’s nose?” You looked up at him, frowning.

“That’s the first thing you are going to say? Not even hello or I missed you?” He said harshly, still heated up from the fight with that player.

“Shidou Ryusei i’m asking you a question.” You crossed your arms, remaining calm.

He flinched slightly and sighed, looking away in embarrassment. “Sorry…”

Your gaze softened as you took out his muzzle, now cupping his face, gaining a subtle blush from his cheeks.

“He was provoking me! He was talking a bunch of shit!” He furrowed his eyebrows, remembering all the things that guy said.

“What did he say to make you end up here?” You tilted your head, caressing his cheeks as you tried to soothe him.

“J-just a bunch of crap, he was annoying.” He huffed and looked away, he was definitely hiding something more.

You made him look your way again and stared at him, wanting for him to open up to you. He stared back at you and his gaze faltered slightly.

“He said that… I was annoying and he didn’t know why you were with me and that you were probably a ‘freak’ too.” He huffed. Shidou didn’t care if they said something about him, but when it was about you he went full protective and aggressive mode.

You couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle. “Did you really break his nose just for calling me a freak?”

He grumbled and you could see his cheeks turning a slight tint of red.

“That’s so sweet of you actually.” You smiled softly at him, slightly squeezing his cheeks.

Shidou widened his eyes, not expecting that reaction of you. “Was it?”

“Yeah, you haven’t changed.” You chuckled softly and nodded. ���Remember that time when a guy was bothering me and you also broke his nose?”

He smirked, he remembers it as if it were yesterday. “I made you a promise after all.”

You knew what promise he was referring to, no one would get in your way nor in the way of his freedom. It was a simple promise, but a very meaningful one, you were certain that Shidou didn’t play about those things.

You smiled and nodded at his words, but this time you needed to put him on his toes, you shifted your demeanor to a serious one.

“Ryu, i know you made a promise but i need you to listen to me.” You placed your hands in his shoulders, serious as ever. Making Shidou’s smirk falter a little, he never seen you this serious before.

“This is a one time opportunity for you, don’t mess it up for a stupid guy who doesn’t know anything about you or me, I don’t want you to loose your dream… your freedom.” You stared at him gripping his shoulders and trying to brought him back to his senses.

Shidou widened his eyes and it clicked. He realized he needed that, he needed you. Because a world without you or his freedom is a world he definitely doesn’t want to be in. After all, you were one of the few people who were special to him and the only one who could ‘tame’ him.

“Right…” He let out a chuckle before smirking at you. “Then I guess I’ll behave, for now.”

You pinched his cheek and gave him a stern look. “Just don’t go picking up fights.”

“Fine, fine… i’ll be a good boy~” He smirked, he was teasing you just to get a reaction out of you, but you knew he really mean it. Hell, even if you wanted to step on him he was more than pleased to let you do it.

And after all the time you’ve been together, he still got to you with his teasing and flirty comments. Being with him was never boring. “R-ryu!”

“Cute.” He grinned at you, he looked so stupidly in love with you and you couldn’t help but blush.

You sighed and smiled softly at him. “Now that my job is done here, I’ll see you later.” You nodded and kissed his cheek before starting walk away.

“Don’t go! Not even a kiss on the lips?” He called out to you, struggling with the restrains. “Please…?”

And how could you say no to your loving boyfriend with that pouty look on his face and the way his voice softened every time he talked to you, because aside from how problematic he could be on the outside you knew his true side. Nobody knows what you saw in him, but you knew him and that’s the only thing that mattered.

So you got close to him and kissed his lips, it was evident you both missed each other’s touch. Shidou’s bad mood immediately went away with your touch, he really missed this and he swore on his life he would never cause a problem that would make you go all the way to the facility again, just because you asked him to. He only cared about your thoughts.

And he kept his promise, since that day the other strikers would give him confused looks because Shidou would just flipped them off or ignored them if they provoked him.

He couldn’t loose his dream nor you.

Hope you like this!! Sorry if it’s a little short 😓

I’ve been busy with school work and stuff, I have other requests to catch on so bear with me i’m working on them!

Masterlist here

[cheralith]

characters ; chigiri hyoma || contains ; fem!reader, she/her pronouns, period mention (not towards reader) word count ; 1k

on a good twist on the calm bf x emotional gf trope, chigiri asks you if he's "moody."

you slowly turn your head towards him with a little too tight of a smile and ask him why the sudden question. chigiri frowns and gives a huff, whipping his head away from you. "oh, so you agree?"

you hold back a laugh and touch his arm gently. "no, i'm just wondering why you're asking," you say simply.

your boyfriend sighs and turns back to you, his lips pursed with mild annoyance. leave it to stupid bachira to find dumb trends on tiktok and force everyone to do the "we listen and we don't judge trend" that's been circulating around to shake some tables. some obvious ones were thrown around, but when it got to chigiri's turn, isagi hesitated for a bit before saying,

"well... there was a time that i thought you were a girl that somehow made it to blue lock... and i thought you were really moody because i thought you were on your period or something..."

everyone except for chigiri (and rin, obviously) had burst out into laughter. while he was used to people referring to him in female terms because of his effeminate features, what stood out to him the most was that people had agreed that he was rather the more slightly impertinent of the bunch. he doesn't try to be such, but it's not his fault that sometimes people just annoy him.

he sighs, flopping himself over the kotatsu you and him are under to shield away from the winter air. "some of the guys think i'm a bit of a diva, apparently."

you stay silent, giving another tight-lipped smile while raising your brows. "did they now...?"

"you don't think i'm like that," chigiri faces himself towards you, a slight wrinkle in his brow and a quiet pout on his lips. "... right?"

you open your mouth, trying to think of what to say to comfort him that wouldn't simultaneously lead him into an oblivion that would misguide him. you love your boyfriend very dearly, but even you agreed that he was prone to making some remarks towards those that would strike a nerve to him. you were sometimes victim to his sharp-tongue, though you don't really give it much thought, knowing his unique attitude is what made you so drawn to him in the first place.

"welllll..." you drag as your eyes pull themselves away from his gaze. you were a terrible liar, but you still try to soften the blow anyways. "sometimes, you can be a little..."

chigiri's stare hardens. his lip juts further out, as if he's testing you.

"... emotional," you finish with a tight throat, your smile still plastered firmly.

a thick swallow passes through your throat, the words you just said a little sour on your tongue. you didn't really like telling him the truth, but lying to him wouldn't really do him any good either. chigiri stares at you for a moment longer, digesting what you said, before his eyes soften.

"you think i'm emotional?"

he asks the question so soft, so sad, it squeezes your heart and a guilt seeps itself within it.

"i..." you start, panic bubbling within you as you try not to break at your boyfriend's woeful face.

chigiri knows that sometimes he can have princess-like antics, since the nickname doesn't just stem from his appearance. he knows he's quick to roll his eyes and mark out another player's fault, but those moments don't matter as much as how he acts with you.

his mind races, trying to think of times in which he's shared the same sentiments with you without meaning to. chigiri cherishes you in a way he's never felt about anyone, so the mere thought of accidentally striking a chord in your heart by his quick wit makes his ego falter a bit. the last thing he'd ever want to do is hurt you and not even know it, since you have a bad habit of suppressing things.

"did i do something to you to make you think that i'm like that?" chigiri asks.

"um," you fiddle with your fingers and look down to distract yourself. "n-nothing that i can recall recently?"

"you're lying," he retorts flatly.

"am not!"

"you and i and literally the entire country of japan know that lying isn't really your strong suit," he says, his eyes rolling. chigiri suddenly slaps a hand over his mouth, realizing he had just done it again without even thinking. "shit, i'm so sorry... i did it again, didn't i?"

"no, no, it's okay," you comfort as you grab his hand in between your own two grasps. your thumbs ease over the back of his in an attempt to soothe him. "i should've been more honest. i won't lie and say you don't have your moments but—hyoma, look at me, please?"

you gently grab your boyfriend's face to make him share your gaze. the disappointment in his eyes is still embedded within the fuchsia pools that you just find yourself swimming in so often, and you want nothing more than to filter it out.

"you just state your mind," you murmur softly. "i don't think that's a bad thing at all. i liked how honest you are, and that's one of the reasons why i was so drawn to you before we started to date. not many people can show that sort of integrity without second-thoughts."

chigiri's eyes widen at your words. his body goes limp when you caress his cheekbones so tenderly as you push away some stray hairs out of his face so you can look at him clearly.

"maybe some people don't like it, but i sure do," you giggle, flashbacking to when he'd gossip with you about bypassers on the street just to make you laugh. "sharp wit is attractive, y'know."

he settles himself in your hold, just letting himself breathe into a moment between you and him. vulnerability is hard to face and it's another thing to face it head-on, but what chigiri loved most about you was to make up for the lack of creating a false guard, you're able to keep things upfront and personal with him when needed. honesty is crucial to him, and he sighs out of relief, giving you a soft kiss on the tip of your nose as a thank you for easing his nerves.

the guilt from earlier now spilling away from within him, your assurance brings him back to a peace chigiri only feels with you.

[myownwholewildworld]

A DARK TASTE ― a Boston QZ!Joel oneshot

series masterlist | ao3 | notifs blog pairing: Boston QZ!Joel x f!reader. summary: joel talks you through your first hand job and blow job. warnings: 18+, mdni. oral (m! receiving). joel guides you through the whole of it, such a good teacher. you are training to become a cock connoisseur. oral creampie. innocent/virgin!reader. small reference to fingering (f! receiving). humping. mind the hefty but legal age gap (reader is 19, joel is 55). an unhealthy use of “kiddo” and other petnames. sir kink. ddlg dynamics. a sprinkle of slut shaming. you are in the first few days of taking the contraceptive pill. reader is a blank slate with no backstory, has hair. only reader's pov. no use of y/n. w/c: ~2.9k.

“On your knees, kiddo,” Joel muttered softly, the pad of his thumb brushing over your mound, his other fingers possessively splayed across your pussy lips, cupping it gently.

You gazed at him like a baby deer blinded by sidelights in the middle of a road. Still out of breath after a sloppy make-out session, perched sideways on his lap with his right forearm wrapped around your waist and his hand buried in your panties, you dazedly gave him a shy nod.

Joel had done many indecencies to you but was yet to break your pussy open for the first time. “Not yet, sweet girl, need those pills you’re taking to work their magic first,” he’d tell you over and over again.

He’d only given you the tip of his ring finger so far, didn’t want to stretch your cunt before you took his cock. Having Joel only shallowly finger you was a fucking torture, a penitence for which your patience was running out.

You’d been counting down the days since you first took the combined pill five days ago, eager to have him, to know how his dick felt like when he’d spread your cunt out for himself. He’d not even let you pleasure him yet in any way, because “darling, I always come inside, not gonna waste a load like that. If I can’t have your sweet tight cunt yet, neither can you have my cock.”

You were tired of hearing the same excuse, so when you offered him your mouth instead a minute ago, he’d reconsidered his boundaries.

Excited to finally meet him, you jumped to your feet, giddy and nervous at the same time. Joel parted his legs in invitation, and you knelt between them, his muscular thighs framing you.

“Have you done this before?”

You shook your head. “You know I haven’t, sir.”

Joel’s serious façade folded for a brief second, a sleazy grin curling the corners of his lips before his steadfast expression returned.

“Unused pussy, virgin mouth. You really are a gift,” he gritted out, his calloused palm cradling your chin.

Molten lava ran through your veins, your core tingling with anticipation, saliva pooling in your cheeks. Your clit throbbed in your seam, the idea of giving him head stimulating enough. Your fingers squeezed around your knees—you wanted to get started now.

“Gonna put your mouth to work, kiddo,” Joel husked out, his fingers working fast to unbuckle the belt.

You caught a glimpse of the unruly curls peeking through the open zipper—he was wearing no underwear at all below the worn jeans. Unconsciously, your tongue darted out to wet your lips, scooting closer to his groin, your fingers reaching for his knees to grasp him, afraid this vision was going to vanish the moment you blinked.

“Will you talk me through it, please?” you asked in a whisper, batting your eyelashes at him. “Wanna do good, want to make it worthwhile for you, sir.”

Joel’s brows bunched up, scowling. A deep-rooted groan rumbled through his chest at your request, sliding the belt off the loops of his jeans before he discarded it to the side.

“Of course, sugar. I’mma teach you how to suck me good. Look at ya, all eager to get started and do some learnin’, aren’tcha?” You nodded, his hand condescendingly patting the crown of your head. “Bet you were the teacher’s pet in the QZ school.”

You barely heard his words, zoned in on the pubic hairs greeting you. Nodding mindlessly, your hands stroked his clothed thighs, moving dangerously close to the focus of your desire. Glancing up at him, you silently asked for his permission.

“Alright, go ahead. Take my cock out,” Joel rasped, guiding one of your hands.

He let go of you when your hand dipped in his jeans, blindly patting inside until your fingers curled around his girth for the first time. You marvelled at how soft he felt under your touch—warm, hard velvet. Thick, so much you wondered if he’d ever fit inside your mouth, let alone your pussy. Just the thought flustered you, the doubt flickering in your blown pupils.

“It’ll be fine, kiddo,” he reassured you with a knowing grin. “Trust me. Now, careful there.”

Giving him a little, testing squeeze, you managed to take his dick out of the imprisonment of his trousers. His cock swayed in front of you—veiny, thick and long enough to make you question all the decisions that led you here. Under your gentle hand, he throbbed and then you noticed how flushed his cockhead was, weeping and a white, slimy substance beading on the slit.

Your querying eyes shot up to his, an unspoken question dancing in your irises.

“No, I haven’t come yet, kiddo. That’s precum,” he explained calmly, although his jaw was locked.

“Oh,” you mumbled, your attention returning to his cock.

Delicately—you didn’t want to hurt him—you curled your fingers around his base and gave him a soft tug. Your eyes darted up to his again when Joel groaned, his hips twitching slightly. Immediately you removed your hand, afraid you’d done something wrong.

“Nuh-uh,” Joel tutted at you, grabbing your wrist to usher your hand back to his growing erection. “You’re being too gentle, need to add more pressure.” He wrapped the back of your hand with his palm and curled your fingers around his girthy cock, hashly pressing your palm around him and leading you, moving your hand up and down his shaft with a tight grip. “Yeah, like that. Keep going’.”

You couldn’t take your eyes off his cock as you pumped him with determination now, peeling the skin back and then covering his glans with it, pinching it slightly at the end. Joel growled, his head tilting back and a jaw tic palpitating on his mandible. His reaction spurred you on, getting more confident with every jerk.

It was fascinating to see how his reddened cockhead got wetter by the second, that pre-cum he’d told you about pearling and coating his sensitive skin. Would it taste good? Because from here, it looked fucking delicious.

“Stick your tongue out of me, kiddo,” Joel spoke, and you were certain he could read your mind.

Obediently you did as told, your fingers draped around the base of his manhood, keeping him still in front of your agape mouth. Then your tongue slid out timidly, your eyes searching for his reassurance—but he wasn’t looking at you. Joel’s sight was focused on your parted, waiting lips.

He tapped the crying mushroom tip on your tongue, pressing it down on your wet muscle where it rested heavily.

“Have a little lick,” he commended you, his thumb stroking your cheek.

You wasted no time and kitten-licked the slit in his leaking cockhead once. Your brows instantly knitted together, trying to decipher the taste—salty but musky at the same time, warm and thick, manly. It was not what you had expected, but it wasn’t disappointing either. Just… different. Very much so.

“Like it, kiddo?”

“Not sure,” you replied, your head tilted to one side as you tried to decide.

“Here, have another taste,” Joel gritted between clenched teeth, pressing the tip of his dick against your plump lips. “Open up for me, little girl.”

Again you obeyed, parting your lips for him as Joel slid the first inch of his length into your mouth. Still debating, your tongue tentatively swirled around his glans, your brows bunching up as you twirled it around his cockhead again for good measure. The taste was much better this time—more intense, sweetly masculine.

“Don’t worry, kid, it will grow on you. It’s like the first time you try beer—you ain’t sure if you like it at first, but will end up loving it, craving it,” Joel assured you condescendingly. “Now suckle on it, like a pacifier.”

Whimpering a little, you sucked in his cockhead, a sharp inhale filling your nose with his virile scent. Your cheeks hollowed as you suctioned, eyes fluttering while you got used to have him in the wet warmth of your mouth. The flavour was ardent now as your taste buds began to appreciate what you were savouring. He was candied like a lollypop.

“Attagirl,” Joel mumbled, caressing the crown of your hair. “You’re doing well so far. Now you gotta use your tongue more. When you kiss my tip, twirl it around, and pump me good at the same time. Then sink my cock in your mouth. Change the pace a little too. Go ahead.”

You dutifully followed his instructions. Sucked, pumped, stuffed your mouth with as many inches as your untrained mouth could take.

“Well done, just like that, kiddo. Alright, reckon you can take more inches in that little pretty mouth of yours?”

With his mushroom head slotted between your lips, you gave him an innocent nod—his cue to push your skull down his length a little, enough to feel the underside of his cock sliding down your tongue. Your top teeth grazed him, and Joel’s fingers grabbed a fist of your hair to stop you.

“No teeth,” he warned tugging at your hair, tone coarse but controlled. “Cover ‘em with your lips.”

“S-s-sowry,” you apologised, mumbling around his girth but unable to pronounce the word properly.

Joel released the purchase on your hair, letting you find your pace. You bobbed your head up and down on his lap, never taking more than three inches. The way his thickness stretched the walls of your throat was something very new, comforting in a way. Knowing that his muted moans were all due to you made you drunk with a power you didn’t know you held over him.

His cock throbbed in your mouth, the rushing surge of blood announcing a potent heartbeat coming from his shaft. It surprised you, your eyes quickly flying up to his, silently checking in in your progress.

“You’re doing great, kiddo. Sucking me so good,” Joel growled, his brows furrowed, lips fallen in a flat line, as if he was holding back. “You’re a fast learner.”

You beamed at his compliment, his cock popping out of your mouth with a loud squelch. Pausing for a breather, your hand pumped him steadily.

“It’s ‘cause you’re a good teacher,” you giggled, bowing down again to press a sloppy kiss to his red, almost purple tip.

“You see the slit?” You nodded. “Poke at it with your tongue, try wiggle your way through. Then aspirate as if you’re drinking with a straw.”

You did exactly as he’d indicated, a deep, throaty moan breaking free from his lips, his hips twitching in need under you. Sealing your lips around just the tip of him, you siphoned him again. The pulse that came from him was way more intense now.

“Fuck, kid. You’re good, so fucking good,” Joel almost whimpered, pinching the bridge of his aquiline nose.

Encouraged by his praise, you took him in your mouth again, and this time around, his weeping glans hit the back of your throat. A sudden need to retch overcame you, swallowing hard to keep the bile at bay, your oesophagus itching.

“Easy there, darling. Don’t choke,” his thumb brushed away some tears you had not felt falling down your face. “Look at’cha, tryna give head like a grownup.”

You wanted to retort back, “I am a grownup!” but his manhood was taking up all the room in your mouth, so you could only grumble a faint “Immhmmphaghhmrownhpmhup.”

Joel laughed at you, his cock gently vibrating in your mouth.

“Sure are, kiddo,” he replied, almost patronisingly.

If you could have pouted, you would have. Instead, you made a point of sucking him deeper. Tomorrow you’d have a stiff neck, but that didn’t stop you from bobbing up and down, his throbbing dick almost breaching past the resistance at the back of your throat. By that point you were loudly gagging, drunk with his taste and musky smell, drool cascading down the corners of your mouth and chin, making a mess of his jeans and the neckline of your t-shirt.

“Fuck, yes. You love it now, don’t you? Sucking me like a fucking whore.” It didn’t feel like an insult but quite the opposite—a compliment. “Can’t believe no one has ruined your mouth before, you’re such a dirty little girl.”

You mewled in response, your body awakening. Your nipples were perking up, tenting your shirt, and your pussy tingled and gushed, leaving a wet spot on your panties. The need to hump something was severe, your clit throbbing while you ate Joel’s cock as if it was the last meal you’d ever taste. Your hips rocked slightly on their own accord, and Joel noticed.

“Is your pussy wet, hm?” You were barely able to nod, mouth busy pleasuring him. “Poor kid, wanting to get off. Here.” Joel’s frame shifted as his torso tilted to one side, his arm reaching behind you to place a pillow between your thighs. “Hump that, will make you feel all better.”

The moment you began riding the pillow, the blow job became messier. Your boobs were bouncing between his knees, Joel’s throbbing cock furrowing his way down your throat easier now. The need to heave was still very much there, but you fought it back with all your might.

Grinding on the pillow felt too good, chasing a built-up release. That now familiar feeling of a coil tightening low in your belly started to form, to take shape—your bundle of nerves scraping the lining of your panties, intensifying the overwhelming sensation to pee. And then the coil snapped suddenly, and you wailed like a bitch in heat as you came, drenching your underwear and the pillow tucked away between your thighs.

“Such a good girl,” Joel grunted, his control slipping with every stroke of your mouth. “You’re gonna take a big, fresh load, kiddo. M’gonna fill up your sinful mouth to the fucking brim. Milk me fucking dry, won’tcha?” Joel almost heaved, his chest rising up and down as he neared climax. “It might startle you, feeling me cum, but just stay put f’me, sweetheart. It’ll be alright.”

Even with his forewarning, when the first ropes hit the back of your mouth, it shocked you a little. The strength with which his seed collided with your uvula almost made you falter and spring back, but in the last moment, you didn’t. Still hazed by your own orgasm, you let Joel stuff your mouth full of his white, tacky spent.

His seed had that salty, musky taste to it, but much more powerful than when it was just pre-cum. It coated your mouth, your taste buds flaring alive as you registered every subtle hint of his flavour—a metallic tang you hadn’t noticed before. Was there such a thing as a cock connoisseur? Because that was a career you’d like to pursue with him as your mentor.

Joel sighed heavily above you, your eyes meeting his while the hardness of his erection lost its turgidity, becoming soft in your mouth.

“What a pretty picture,” he lazily smiled at you, stroking your cheek again. “Shoud take a picture, frame it and have it on display. I’m gonna pull out now, I don’t wanna see any of my cum leaking out, okay, kid? You keep it in that mouth of yours.”

You nodded submissively, still cock drunk from the whole experience. Joel palmed your forehead and pushed you back a little, his half-hard dick slipping out. You kept your lips sealed as he’d indicated, his musky sperm pooling on your tongue.

“I want you to swallow, darling. Gulp it down, keep it safe in your tummy for me, will ya?” He asked, bowing down and pressing a sweet kiss on your forehead.

Completely uninhibited and surrendered, you forced his cum down your throat—it skidded down your oesophagus with such ease, it was as easy as drinking water.

“Let me see?” Joel inspected your open mouth and gave you a gentle pat on the cheek when he found no white remnants. “Attagirl. Now run your lips down my cock, kiddo. Clean me up. Can’t leave me with such a mess, would be rude of you.”

“Of course, sir,” you rapidly agreed.

You lapped at his length on all four sides, his now limp cock sparkly clean. Sitting back on your heels, you admired him, impressed with yourself—you’d taken all of that in your mouth and didn’t throw up. You snickered, chancing a glance at him.

Joel was lazily smiling at you through heavy eyelids, a hint of pride glittering in his eyes. He really was proud of you for doing such a good job. You bit your bottom lip down as you stood up to sit on his lap again, draping an arm around his neck.

“So? What’s my grade, professor?” You joked, nuzzling the crook of his neck.

“A solid eight out of ten,” Joel conceded, his palm possessively rubbing the small of your back. “Not giving you the ten yet because there’s always room for improvement, sugar, but you’re a natural. Had I known how good you suck dick before, I would have let you have a taste sooner. And talking about taste, did you like it?”

“It’s sweet and salty at the same time, such a weird combination!” You sighed dreamily, resting your face on his shoulder. “At first I wasn’t sure, but I think you’re right—with practice, I just know I’m not gonna be able to live without it.”

Joel chuckled, his other hand squeezing your thigh. “Daily practices from now on, kiddo. Gonna have to train your throat so you don’t gag so much, you poor little thing.”

[crimsonvictory]

inspired by this

part 2

once again, he has you shocked, suggestive words making your ears burn hot. you wring your hands in your lap, teeth tugging on your bottom lip.

“c’mere,” he beckons, leaning back in your wooden chair.

you slowly push your chair back, stumblin’ over your skirt as you stand up. you slowly walk over to him, nearly bumping your hip on the wooden table. he spreads his legs, slouching down to make himself comfortable. you nestle yourself inbetween, lookin’ down at the man sitting in your kitchen. your chest fills with emotion, lip wobblin’ at the thought of what you’d went through today.

“you saved me y’know? i was fit to be tied,” you murmur, a humorless laugh spillin’ out of your lips.

he looks up at you then, sharp eyes piercing your own. his brow is furrowed, as if in thought. his hand reaches out, thumb gently brushing the soft skin of your wrist. they’re a bit swollen from the ropes digging earlier.

“y’want me to kill ‘em?” is all he asks, voice terse.

you gasp, hand reaching up to cover your mouth. conflicted, you don’t know which way to move your head. art and tommy - you’d been good to them their entire lives. and they way they treated you today. well…

no. you weren’t like that. daddy didn’t raise you that way.

“i’ll do it. no questions asked,” the cowboy says, “y’don’t treat a lady like tha’.”

the look in his eyes tells you he’s serious. they’re dark. but you can’t tell what emotion they hold. you wish you could see his face.

“i couldn’t ask you of that. don’t even know your name. can’t even thank you properly,” you scold softly.

“can think of a few ways,” he muses.

his eyes glitter mischievously. you’ve fallen right into his trap. open legs guiding you right where he wants. you can’t help the feeling of warmth flooding into your belly. his deep voice has your mind racing, thinking back to those thoughts when you were preparing supper.

“c’mere and sit pretty f’me,” he coos before tugging on the skirt of your dress.

you stumble forward - spreading your legs so you can straddle his lap. it stretches your hip flexors, burning deliciously in your thighs. your skirt bunches up near your hips, the bottom of the fabric resting just above your panty line. you shift, feeling his cock twitch against your folds. his large hands slide up your bare thighs, a low whistle fallin’ from his lips.

"pretty thing."

the cowboy squeezes the plush of your thighs, long fingers curling around the fat that collects there. his touch causes a shiver to run down your spine. turning slightly, he stretches behind you, right hand reachin' out to grab his hat from the arm of your kitchen chair.

"'ya heard of the hat rule?" he asks.

the question sobers you up. you blink a few times, confusion etching itself on your pretty features. you try and think for a moment - a little hard when you're sittin' on the lap of a very eager cowboy. he's snaking his hand closer to your clothed pussy, a soft hum leaving his covered lips. you end up shaking your head, not sure what he was referring to.

"no..." you murmur, glancing at him for a moment.

he laughs then, eyes crinklin’ in pure delight.

“means ‘ya hafta ride the cowboy.”

you feel warmth churn in your belly, going straight to your soaked panties. surprise has your mouth falling open in an “o”, not sure on what to say. was he pulling your leg? you’d never heard of anything like this before. granted, you hadn’t really been with anyone. jus’ waiting on the right one.

and lo and behold, you have one sitting right below you. handsome, rugged - but in the good way. eyebrows resting lower on his face, furrowed in anticipation as he awaits your answer. dark eyes flitting around your features, dipping down to glance at the valley between your breasts.

“oh, well. i am a rule follower,” you joke, laugh ringin’ out like a summer bell.

it pleases him. a soft squeeze to your side confirms. the cowboy leans up and places his hat on your head, the brim tipped up so you can still see. it smells of him - a tinge of sweat from hotter days, gunpowder, and a hint of his cologne. smells like a musk - heavy, clings to your nose.

“alrigh’,” he starts, thumb and forefinger squeezin’ your chin, opening your pouty lips.

the cowboy leans up, pulling his handkerchief out of the way to steal a quick kiss. a press of his lips to your own. they’re a bit chapped, but soft. your eyelids flutter closed at the sensation. you feel him twitch against your thigh, large hand sliding up your jaw to cup your face as he deepens the kiss. you allow him to take the lead, his tongue expertly parting your lips and exploring your mouth. he tastes every inch of you, panting hotly into your skin after he pulls away.

his large hands paw at your sides, scrambling to get your corset loose from your body. you help him, shimmyin’ it up and over your head, elicting a groan from him in the process. you blush at the desperate noise, the color burning down your chest. grabbing at your skirt next, you stand momentarily to let it fall at your feet. a second later, you’re left in your underclothes - soft white cotton. your brassiere has the tiniest detail of lace, accentuating your perky breasts.

they nearly spill out of the cups, soft flesh just begging to be touched. the cowboy does just that. grabs a handful and gives a squeeeeze. you whine softly, archin’ up into his fingers. your nipples pebble, reacting almost immediately. he guides you back into his lap, large hand sliding up the side of your neck and into your hair.

“needy thing,” he coos. “almos’ like ya never even been touched before.”

“really haven’t,” you gasp out as he frees one of your breasts, rolling your nipple between the pads of his fingers.

“don’ believe that,” he huffs. “pretty doll like you?”

the cowboy leans forward, lips wrapping around the stiff peak of your nipple. you whine again, hot mouth givin’ you the attention you need. his other hand expertly rolls the other, pleasure spiraling down your legs. his thumb rests at your pulse point, feeling the rapid fluttering of your heart. like a bird in a cage.

“i-it’s the truth, sir,” you squeak, a gush of arousal making your panties stick to your folds.

he hums, acting as if in thought. stays there for a moment before pullin’ back with a smug grin. he’s devastatingly handsome. crooked nose, plush lips, scar splittin’ the upper portion of it. you feel yourself clench around nothing.

“ya know what i think?” he drawls, smugness written all over his face.

you stay still, panting softly as his eyes slowly trail down your form. lazily gliding down to your soaked panties and back up again. his thumb reaches out to brush over your clothed clit, the bundle of nerves sending shockwaves down your legs.

“i think…” the cowboy says, clickin’ his tongue against his teeth as he drags it out. “ya did this on purpose. wanted someone to come fill ya up real good. tied yourself up and hoped you’d get help.”

you shake your head quickly, nearly making yourself dizzy.

“n-no sir! i swear-“ you sniff, tears nearly springin’ up in your eyes, makin’ your vision blur. “i’m not lyin’. pa didn’t take kindly to liars.”

he clicks his tongue again, pressing his thumb against your clit again, reveling in watching you squirm against him.

“say, you are tellin’ the truth,” he starts, voice droppin’ down a notch. “you never been with someone who’ll make you come, huh?”

you shake your head timidly.

“ah, poor doll. no wonder you’re all pent up,” he mocks before grabbin’ your hip meanly.

he glides your soaked folds over the tent of his pants, harsh fabric pressing in an overstimulating way.

“ohhh,” you moan, biting into your plush lip.

you grab onto his broad shoulder, reveling in the pleasure that pools in your gut. goosebumps prickle along your skin, elicting a shiver down your spine.

“gonna make you feel good,” the cowboy drawls, pullin’ your panties to the side.

the cold air has you shiverin’ again. he whistles lowly, your pussy glistening in the dim light. the cowboy slides two thick fingers through your folds, admiring the way your slick clings to them. he brings them up to his mouth, wrapping his lips around to give them a taste.

he groans appreciatively, eyes flutterin’ shut for a moment.

“ya gonna take me like a good girl,” he says, tone of voice almost demanding.

he slides his fingers down to your flutterin’ hole. the pads slowly pressing you open. it’s a bit unfamiliar, it’s been a long time. your own fingers feeling different than his own. the cowboy’s slow with his movements, flexing his fingers a bit once they’re down to the second knuckle.

“tha’s it. open up for me,” he praises.

you feel yourself clench at his words, arousal leaking down his wrist. the cowboy laughs, dick twitching against his trousers.

“soakin’ wet. greedy. look at her. takin’ me so well.”

your belly flips at the praise, burnin’ hot pleasure that feels good. he slides his fingers back before pushing them back in your wet cunt. it takes his fingers so easily, the sound of your arousal taking up your shared space.

you moan, eyes rolling as he curls his fingers, brushing against your sensitive spot. you feel your toes curl, blinding hot as pleasure punches the air out of your lungs.

“oh fuck, you comin?” he asks, incredulous. “barely touched ya doll.”

your cheeks blaze with shame, legs tremblin’ as pleasure burns through your limbs. your hips stutter, chasing his fingers as the cowboy pumps them in and out of your hole.

“‘m sorry,” you whine pathetically.

music to his fuckin’ ears. the aftershocks have you tremblin’ in his lap. the cowboy slowly pulls his fingers back, leaving you feeling empty. a frown pulls your lips down.

he places hot kisses on your skin, nippin’ at your shoulder.

“uh uh, pretty girl. no apologizin’.”

the cowboy picks you up as he stands, holding you close as he clears a spot on your kitchen table. he lays you back against the cool wood, the material feeling good on your overheated skin. your hand reaches up to keep the cowboy’s hat on your head. he slides his hand down to his zipper, pulling his large cock out. it bounces up toward his belly, dark curls at the base. you notice it lightly curves to the right, thick veins and wide girth havin’ you second guess.

“you’re big,” you state blatantly, eyes wide.

“it’ll fit,” he assures, wrapping his fingers around the base.

your panties are roughly pulled to the side and he taps the fat head against your folds. the soft “thwap, thwap, thwap” makin’ him groan. the cowboy slides through, gathering slick to rub alongside his cock, making it easier to slip inside. you tense, worry overtaking your thoughts.

“relax f’me, doll.”

his deep voice rumbles around in the barrel of his chest, gravely from misuse. the head of his cock pressed against your hole, bullying its way inside. the slick of your arousal helps, but it’s still a stretch. you claw at his arms, useless as he presses on. your tremblin’ - nearly passin’ out with how full you feel.

“there we go,” he coos. “told ya you could take it.”

a sharp laugh leaves his lips. he pets the side of your face roughly, tapping his fingers against your cheek.

“be a good girl an’ take it,” he grunts, slowly pulling back before slammin’ back in.

you cry out, the noise coming from the air punched from your lungs. it’s a delicious explosion of pleasure, his thick cock dragging against your sensitive walls. you feel so fuckin’ full. never have you felt like this. stretched thin, gasping and aching with each thrust.

the burnin’ goes away after a few minutes, pure lust fogging your brain. makes you go all plumb. you arch up into his touch, wanting more and more.

“oh please mister,” you moan, “more. more. more.” you repeat like a mantra.

he pushes your knees up towards your chest, dragging his cock out before slamming back into your cunt. the squelchin’ of your arousal fallin’ on deaf ears as he pulls moans from you.

“such a needy thing. fuckin’ pitiful.”

“needed my cock, didn’ ya?”

“lookatcha, fuckin’ dumb on it, huh?”

you feel that familiar pleasure lick at your spine, whining as it gradually builds. you don’t want it to be over just yet. tears forming in your eyes.

“please don’t leave,” you gasp out, eyes rollin’ back as he bullies your cervix.

the cowboy’s hips falter at your words, pussy clenching him tight as he fucks into you.

“fuuuuck,” he groans. “can’t be talkin’ like that.”

he fucks you through another orgasm, walls tremblin’ with aftershocks. you squeeze tightly, milkin’ him for all he’s got. a few thrusts and he spills hotly into you, a low growl leaving his lips.

“christ,” he says through gritted teeth. “fuckin’ perfect.”

you laugh weakly, thighs achin’ from bein’ stretched around his own. he slowly pulls out, a whine leavin’ your lips at the emptiness. the cowboy grabs a towel from the table, wiping you off before slowly grabbing your hand and pulling you up into a sitting position.

“there’s another thing you get for ridin’ a cowboy,” he says.

“what’s that?” you ask.

he flicks the brim of his hat with his thumb and forefinger before pluckin’ it off your head.

“his name.”

a small smile forms on your face. you wait in anticipation, biting down on your kiss bitten lips.

“it’s simon.”

“simon,” you say quietly, rollin’ the word on your tongue. “suits you.”

a moment of silence falls between the two of you. sharing the same space. your chests rise and fall in synch. mundane.

a thought passes your mind, genuine curiosity bubbling up. debating on whether you should ask or not, you decide to. when you ask,

“you know anyone by the name of art or tommy?”

the smirk on his face tells you the answer.

@lillybunni

[dollarbils]

did you break up with him? | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

context. you cheated on your boyfriend with billie, so she asks you to break up with him. when you see her at an event, she comes to see if you’ve fulfilled your promise.

warnings. smut kinda, fingering, harsh words/ degrading, mean billie.

part 1 masterlist

“there you are, pretty.” billies voice interrupted your conversation with your boyfriend. your cheeks burned up at the sound of her voice. you excused yourself from the conversation and he merely smiled and walked away, not a clue in the world.

“billie.” you said directly, no real point to the greeting.

“have you been avoiding me?” she came closer to you, resting an arm on the high table. her eyes doing the flirting for her.

“no? it’s not really socially acceptable to go up to your ex at an event your attending with your boyfriend.” she just smiled at your defence, invalidating it without having to speak.

“an ex your fucking, might i add.” she said this so openly that you scolded her, though her smile never faltered.

“ashamed?” she asked, the tone condescending.

“no.” her eyebrows lifted slightly at the response before the surprise left her face.

“good. at least one things changed.” she pulled you by the arm, forcing you to follow her wherever she was heading.

“billie.” the protest came out hushed, not wanting to catch attention or cause a stir.

“shut up.” she weaved her way through the tables, glaring at anyone who looked puzzled at your weak struggles.

“god would you stop moving.” you’d arrived in the girls bathroom and she’d pushed you into an empty stall, not checking to see if you were alone. she didn’t care.

“what the fuck billie?” you questioned her actions but she rolled her eyes before forcefully kissing you. she held the back of your head so that it wouldn’t press to hard against the wall while she basically sucked your lips off. there was nothing sweet about the kiss, nothing sweet about her grip on your hips. it was all rough and aggressive. out of either anger or frustration, you couldn’t exactly decipher it.

“you don’t learn, baby.” she shook her head softly, biting her lip while staring you down. your hair was already disheveled, and your lip gloss smudged. she spun you around and brought her body to yours, her firm grip on your head pushing your cheek into the wall.

“billie.” it was an empty cry, meant to achieve nothing.

“cry all you want, you’ll take what i give you.” her hand bunched up your dress so that it rested on your hips, exposing your underwear. her fingers traced circles around your covered entrance, but the fabric was so thin it drove you wild. you arched your back as her hands left your head, moving to your neck.

“so wet, baby.” she remarked as her fingers dipped past your underwear to find you practically dripping for her. she pinched your clit without warning, then moved her fingers to your entrance, circling it. you moaned louder than you’d wanted to and she squeezed your neck.

“be fucking quiet, you don’t want someone running over to your boyfriend. tell him who’s fucking you in the bathroom huh?” you were about to form words but her two fingers dove into you, stretching you out.

“such a slut, you should be ashamed.” her words were aggressive but it did nothing to lessen the growing knot in your stomach. one ready to come undone any minute.

her fingers took residence in your mouth, in attempt to quieten your whimpers. her body kept you flush against the wall of the bathroom stall, her fingers plunged deep into your wet cunt keeping you defenceless. drool started to pool out of your mouth but you couldn’t stop it, her fingers going deeper, brushing against the back of your throat making you gag.

“when you break up with him it’ll be my dick your gagging on and drooling for, baby.”

“did you break up with him?” she asked, referring to your boyfriend who she’d seen you with earlier tonight. it was an answer she obviously knew, but she wanted it to come from you. your muffled cries didn’t seem to provide an answer.

“hm? tell me.” her fingers were still deep in your mouth, contradicting her words. it took every ounce of strength in you to shake your head as she made a sound of disapproval. your walls were clenching around her fingers but she just kept curling them in all the right ways. you couldn’t think straight.

“didn’t think so.” her hand left your mouth and it took you a while to process what had happened, your mind in such a haze it couldn’t comprehend. but you weren’t bouncing on her fingers anymore. in fact, when you turned to look at billie, she was sucking your wetness off them, reminding you of your denied orgasm.

“billie, what the fuck?” you whined, you stared at you, her face void of emotion but her eyes dark and daunting. her fingers left her mouth with a pop as she poked the inside of her cheek with her tongue.

“hm?” her tone was innocent, as if unaware of the problem.

“you can’t leave me hanging!” you whined desperately while she silently revelled in it.

“you’re not my girl anymore, it’s not my problem. go ask your boyfriend to finish the job, i bet he can’t.” she shrugged her shoulders and unlocked the door to the bathroom stall. you were left utterly speechless.

“call me when you break up with him.”

part 3

[natsaffection]

Hi it's my first time making a request so basically reader is tony starks daughter and tony decides to take the team on a vacation to an island .

Reader is dating g!p Wandanat and is also a virgin while they are on a beach refer decides she is ready to have sex and Wandanat and reader do it but tony walks in on them after they are done and asks reader bunch of akward question

At your Pace. | WandaNat

Warnings: 18+! MINORS DNI!, G!P Natasha and Wanda, oral (r receiving), loss of Virginity, unprotected Sex, slight begging, cute and soft sex

Word count: 4,5k

A/n: Hope it's not too slow, but I'm always a softi when it's about Virgin Reader ✨️🫂

It was a rare evening of relaxation, one Tony had insisted on, knowing that the team needed a break. Among those present, you, Tony's daughter, sat comfortably on the sofa, flanked by Natasha and Wanda.

Natasha and Wanda had been together for some time, their bond forged in the fire of battle and the quiet moments in between. Their love was deep, powerful, and enduring. But it wasn't until you came into their lives that they realized their hearts had room for one more person. Your innocence, your radiant smile, and the light you brought into their lives had drawn them both to you. It was a slow, gentle process, but eventually, the three of you found yourselves in a relationship characterized by affection and new beginnings.

Although your relationship was still fresh, the bond between you was undeniable. Natasha and Wanda were very patient with you and understood that you had never been in such a relationship before. They cherished you and wanted to take things slowly, but the connection between you grew stronger with each passing day.

Tony entered the room, his presence immediately drawing attention. "Okay, everyone, listen up!" he called out, his voice cutting through the chatter. The room fell silent, and all eyes turned to him. "I have a surprise for you." Tony began, a grin spreading across his face. "We've been through a lot lately, and I think it's time for a break. So, I've decided to invite you all to my private island for a little vacation. No missions, no stress, just time to relax and enjoy life."

Excitement spread through the room, but your heart skipped a beat. A vacation with Natasha and Wanda, away from the distractions of your busy lives? The thought was both thrilling and nerve-wracking. Wanda gently squeezed your hand, leaning closer. "Doesn't that sound nice?" she whispered, her voice soft and full of affection.

Natasha smiled at you, her lips curling into a slight smile. "I think it will be good for us. A little time to unwind." You nodded, your cheeks flushing slightly. The thought of spending uninterrupted time with them was enticing, but you couldn't ignore the nervous flutter in your stomach. Your relationship was still so new, and you weren't sure if you were ready for more intimate moments. But the loving and patient look Natasha and Wanda gave you reassured you that they would take things at your pace. As the Team buzzed with excitement, Tony clapped his hands. "Okay, pack your bags, everyone. We're flying out tomorrow!"

The private jet ascended into the sky, carrying you to your tropical destination. You sat by the window, watching the sea stretch out below you. Natasha and Wanda sat beside you, their presence a calming anchor amidst your swirling thoughts. Wanda leaned closer, her voice a gentle murmur. "You seem lost in thought."

You turned to her and smiled shyly. "I'm just thinking about how nice it will be to relax with both of you." Natasha chuckled softly, her tone playful. "You're going to love it. And don't worry we'll take care of everything."

There was a subtle undertone in Natasha's words that made your heart race. You knew that you were all still exploring the boundaries of your relationship, but you couldn't ignore the growing sense of anticipation for what this vacation might bring. Soon, the island came into view, a breathtaking slice of paradise surrounded by turquoise waters and pristine white sandy beaches. The team marveled at the sight, impressed by Tony's private retreat. As you disembarked, you were greeted by the warm breeze and the scent of the ocean, which instantly washed away the stress of your lives.

Your accommodation was nothing short of luxurious—a sprawling villa with private suites, each offering stunning views of the sea. You, Natasha, and Wanda were given your own suite, a secluded sanctuary where you could enjoy each other's company away from the others. As you entered the suite, you couldn't resist rushing out to the balcony. The view was spectacular, the sun beginning its descent toward the horizon, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange. Natasha and Wanda joined you, standing by your side, their arms wrapped around your waist.

"This is perfect.." you whispered, your voice filled with awe. Wanda pressed a gentle kiss to your temple. "It's beautiful, just like you." Natasha's hand glided down your hip, her touch light but possessive. "We're going to have a wonderful time here. Just the three of us." There was a tension in the air, not unpleasant, but electric. You could feel it, the subtle shift in your dynamic. Natasha's touch lingered a little longer, and Wanda's gaze held an intensity that made your heart race.

The morning sun hung high in the sky, casting a warm, golden light over Stark Island. The team had decided to spend the day at one of the island's pristine beaches, taking full advantage of the perfect weather. The beach was a secluded spot, surrounded by lush greenery, with soft white sand stretching down to the crystal-clear water. The three of you walked hand in hand, your feet sinking into the sand as you approached the others. The team had already claimed a spot, spreading out towels and setting up a few large umbrellas for shade. It was the ideal day to relax, with nothing but the sound of the waves and the gentle rustling of palm trees in the background.

You had chosen a simple but flattering swimsuit that both Natasha and Wanda had admired that morning. You had blushed under their appreciative gazes, a feeling of warmth accompanying you throughout the day. Now, as you settled on your towels, you couldn't help but notice how close Natasha and Wanda were to you, their presence a constant, soothing warmth.

"Okay, who needs sunscreen?" Natasha asked, holding up a bottle and giving it a light shake. The rest of the team waved her off, already busy applying their own. But Natasha's eyes rested on you, a playful grin on her lips. "Y/n?" You felt your cheeks heat up. "I could use some, yeah.." you replied, your voice a little softer than usual. Wanda's eyes sparkled with mischief as she took the bottle from Natasha's hand. "I'll help you." You lay down on your stomach, your pulse quickening as you felt Wanda's fingers begin to spread the cool lotion across your back. The touch was gentle, but there was a certain firmness to it, a pressure that made your skin tingle with anticipation. Wanda's hands moved slowly, taking their time, and you could feel your breath hitch as the sensations sent shivers down your spine.

Natasha, not wanting to be left out, scooted closer, brushing your hair aside and applying the lotion to your shoulders and neck. Her touch was more focused, her fingers kneading the tension from your muscles as she worked. The combination of their touches, Wanda's soft and soothing, Natasha's firm and confident sent your thoughts spinning. Surrounded by their love, you realized just how much you wanted it. The touches, the closeness, the way Natasha's and Wanda's hands lingered on your skin..it awakened something deep inside you.

When they were finished, you felt as if you were on the edge of something you couldn't quite name. Your body was alive with sensation, every nerve attuned to their presence. You spent the rest of the day distracting yourself, swimming in the ocean, playing volleyball with the team, and enjoying the sun, but nothing could ease the longing that had settled deep within you.

When you returned to your private suite, you couldn't shake the lingering sensations from the day. You lay between them, your back resting against Wanda's chest, while Natasha lay on your other side, her fingers idly tracing patterns on your arm. The atmosphere was comfortable, but beneath it lay a tension, a silent conversation that passed between the three of you. Wanda's hand moved slowly, tracing the line of your collarbone before sliding down over your heart and resting there. "You seem a little quiet." Wanda murmured, her breath warm against your ear.

Natasha's hand stilled on your arm, her eyes searching your face. "Is something on your mind?" she asked, her voice gentle but with that playful undertone you loved so much. You could feel your heart racing, the sensation of their hands on your skin making it hard to think clearly. You had been wrestling with the emotions that had built up inside you all day, and now, in the intimacy of your shared bed, those feelings were impossible to deny.

You swallowed and whispered, "I've been thinking about earlier..about how you guys made me feel." Natasha's lips curved into a knowing smile. "Oh? And how did we make you feel?" Your cheeks flushed as you glanced between the two women. In their eyes, there was no judgment, only love and desire. You felt safe with them, but also vulnerable, in a way that both thrilled and terrified you.

"I..want more.." you confessed, your voice trembling slightly with a mix of nerves and anticipation. "I'm ready..for more." Wanda's hand on your chest tightened slightly, her thumb stroking slowly and deliberately over your skin. "Are you sure, darling?" she asked, her voice deep and soothing. Natasha’s hand moved to cup your face, her thumb tracing along your jawline. "We'll take it as slow as you need, Y/n. But if you're ready..we're here."

You felt the weight of their love in those words, and it gave you the courage to push past your nerves. You turned to Natasha and pressed your lips to hers in a kiss that started soft but quickly deepened as your desire took over. Natasha responded instantly, her hand slipping into your hair to hold you close. Wanda's hand slid lower, her touch gentle but purposeful as she explored your body with a tenderness that made your breath hitch. "You're so beautiful.." Wanda whispered against your neck, her lips brushing the sensitive skin there and sending shivers down your spine.

You broke the kiss with Natasha, your eyes wide with a mix of longing and uncertainty. "I want both of you..I want to feel everything with you, please.." you admitted, your voice barely more than a breath. Natasha’s eyes darkened with desire, but her voice remained calm. "You'll feel everything, Y/n. We’ll take care of you, together."

Wanda’s fingers traced the outlines of your ribs with intentional slowness. "We’ll go at your pace, love. Just let us know if you need anything. Anything at all." You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. You had never felt so exposed yet so loved at the same time. Every touch from Natasha and Wanda was full of promise, a silent vow to protect you, to cherish you, and to make sure you felt safe and cared for.

When the moment finally came to take the next step, you felt your nerves resurface, the weight of the unknown pressing down on you. But Natasha sensed your hesitation and was the first to pull back slightly, her green eyes filled with concern and love. "Y/n, it’s okay." Natasha whispered, her hand gently cupping your cheek. "We don’t have to rush anything. We have all the time in the world."

Wanda, lying on the other side of you, nodded in agreement, her hand resting comfortingly on your waist. "We’re here for you, Y/n." she said softly, her voice a soothing balm to your frayed nerves. "Let’s start with something familiar, something that makes you feel safe." Natasha leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, her hand stroking your hair tenderly. "We’ll go at your pace." she promised, her voice full of tenderness. "Just tell us if anything feels uncomfortable, and we’ll stop right away." Wanda smiled gently, her lips brushing your temple as she spoke. "We want you to feel good, Y/n."

With those words, they began to guide you, their touches becoming more focused as they helped you find a more comfortable position. Natasha kissed you deeply, her lips moving softly against yours, while Wanda pressed kisses along your neck, her hands soothingly caressing your sides. As their kisses grew more intense, you felt yourself relaxing in their embrace, your earlier nervousness slowly giving way to growing anticipation. Wanda’s lips trailed lower, along your chest, with deliberate slowness that sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

Natasha’s mouth followed Wanda’s lead, her kisses mirroring the soft, lingering touch, as she moved to your other side, her hands stroking your skin in calming, circular motions. They took their time, allowing you the space to adjust to the sensations, their mouths working in perfect harmony to increase your pleasure. When Wanda’s lips finally reached your lower abdomen, she paused and looked up at you with a gaze full of pure adoration. "Tell us if it becomes too much, Y/n." Wanda whispered, her breath warm against your skin. Your breath caught as you felt Wanda’s lips moving lower, the sensation unfamiliar but deeply arousing. "It feels..good," you murmured, your voice breathless. "Please, don’t stop.."

Wanda smiled, her eyes full of love as she lowered her mouth to your core, her tongue moving with precise care to bring you pleasure. Natasha, unwilling to be outdone, continued to kiss and caress your upper body, her lips tracing a path along your collarbone and breasts, her hands never leaving your sides. The dual sensation of Wanda’s mouth and Natasha’s hands overwhelmed you in the best possible way. Your breath came in short gasps as the pleasure built within you, every movement of Wanda’s tongue and every touch from Natasha sending waves of ecstasy through your body. Natasha’s lips found yours again, kissing you deeply as Wanda continued her skillful work below. "You’re doing so well.." Natasha whispered against your lips, her voice husky with desire. "Just let yourself go."

"I..shit..I-"You could barely manage a response, your mind consumed by the intense sensations coursing through your body. You had never felt anything like this before, and it was all thanks to their love and care. Their mouths moved in perfect sync, one focused on your pleasure while the other grounded you, ensuring that you felt safe and could enjoy every moment.

When Wanda’s tongue hit a particularly sensitive spot, your body tensed, the wave of pleasure tightening inside you. Natasha’s hands moved to hold you steady, her lips trailing gentle kisses down your neck in soft, lingering touches. "Just let go, Y/n.." Wanda murmured between her movements, her voice low and reassuring. "We’re right here with you." Natasha’s hands gripped your waist, her voice a soft whisper in your ear. "We’ve got you, Y/n. You’re safe."

With their loving encouragement and the overwhelming sensations from Wanda’s mouth, you finally let go, your climax hitting you like a wave, leaving your body trembling. You cried out softly as the pleasure overtook you, the intensity of your orgasm leaving you breathless. Wanda continued her gentle ministrations, guiding you through the aftershocks, her mouth never leaving you until she had eased you through the waves of pleasure. Natasha held you close, kissing you tenderly as your body slowly relaxed. "That’s it.." Natasha whispered, her voice full of pride and love. "You did so well."

As your breathing slowly returned to normal, you felt a warmth blossoming in your chest, a mix of love, satisfaction, and deep connection to Natasha and Wanda. But the night was far from over..Wanda kissed her way back up your body, her eyes filled with adoration as she met your gaze. "You were amazing, Y/n.." Wanda said softly, her voice thick with emotion. "But if you’re ready, we’d love to share even more with you."

You nodded, your heart still racing, but your earlier nervousness had now been replaced with growing curiosity and desire. "I want..to feel everything with you," you whispered, your voice steady despite the lingering excitement. Wanda smiled and kissed you deeply before positioning herself between your legs. "We’ll take it slow, and if you ever want to stop, just say the word." Wanda assured you, her voice calm and full of love.

Wanda moved carefully, her eyes never leaving your face. The initial sensation was unfamiliar, but Wanda’s gentle, slow movements and the look of love in her eyes reassured you. She paused to give you time to adjust before continuing, her movements gentle and tender. The sensation of feeling Wanda inside you was intense, but the combination of her careful approach and Natasha’s soothing touch helped you relax. Natasha kissed you softly, her hand gliding along your body as Wanda found a steady rhythm.

You gasped at the sensation, your body slowly adjusting to the feeling of fullness. Wanda’s movements were loving and deliberate, her eyes fixed on your face to ensure you were comfortable. "How are you feeling, Y/n?" Wanda asked softly, her voice full of concern. You nodded, your voice a breathless whisper. "F-Fuck, its so good..!"

Wanda smiled, her movements becoming more confident as your body responded to the pleasure. Natasha’s hand found yours, holding it firmly as she pressed gentle kisses to your lips, her voice a calming murmur in the quiet room. "You’re doing so well, Y/n. Just focus on what feels good."

The rhythm between you all soon became more intense, and you lost yourself in the sensations, your earlier nerves forgotten. Wanda’s movements were deep and steady, bringing you closer and closer to the edge, while Natasha’s kisses and touches only heightened the pleasure. When you finally reached your peak again, it was with a soft cry, your body shaking as the pleasure washed over you. Wanda slowed her movements, helping you through the waves of ecstasy, her eyes full of love as she watched you from below. Natasha kissed you deeply, her hand gently caressing your cheek. "You’re so beautiful, you know that?" Natasha whispered, her voice full of emotion. "We’re so proud of you." As you tried to catch your breath, Wanda slowly withdrew, pressing a tender kiss to your lips.

Buutt, Natasha, who had held back to ensure you were comfortable, now positioned herself between your legs, her own arousal evident. "If you’re ready, Y/n...I would love to feel you too.." Natasha said softly, her voice filled with longing but also with a deep care for your well-being.

You nodded, still catching your breath from the overwhelming sensations, but eager to share this intimate connection with Natasha as well. Your body still hummed with the afterglow of pleasure, but the love and desire you felt for both Natasha and Wanda gave you the confidence to continue. Natasha's eyes softened at your nod, her expression filled with affection as she leaned down to kiss you deeply. Her lips moved tenderly against yours, as if to remind you of her unwavering support and love. "I'll be gentle." Natasha whispered against your lips, her breath warm on your skin. "Just tell me if anything feels too much."

Wanda, who had shifted to your side, gently stroked your hair and whispered soothing words, her presence a constant source of comfort. "We're right here with you, Y/n. Just focus on the feeling and know that you're safe."

As Natasha positioned herself, she moved with the same care and patience that Wanda had shown. She guided herself to your entrance, pausing to look into your eyes for any sign of hesitation. Seeing only trust and readiness in your gaze, Natasha slowly began to move forward, her actions controlled and deliberate. The sensation of Natasha entering you was different from what you had felt with Wanda, equally intense, but with a new depth of connection that made your breath catch. You gasped softly as Natasha filled you, your body adjusting to the new feeling. Natasha moved with exquisite gentleness, giving you all the time you needed to acclimate.

For a moment, Natasha paused, her green eyes locked on yours, her hand reaching up to brush a stray hair from your face. "God, you're doing so good." she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "How does it feel?"

Your breath came in shallow bursts as you processed the fullness inside you, but the overwhelming sensation was one of love and warmth. "Uh..huh..It feels... really good.." you whispered, your voice laced with awe. "Please... don't stop.." Natasha smiled, her eyes filled with pure adoration as she began to move in a slow, steady rhythm. Each thrust was measured, focused entirely on bringing you pleasure while ensuring you felt secure. Natasha's hands roamed your body, her touch grounding you in the moment, as if anchoring you to this shared experience.

Wanda, who was lying beside you, leaned in to press soft kisses to your temple and cheek, her hand gently caressing your arm. As Natasha continued to move within you, you felt the pleasure begin to build once more, a slow, insistent wave that grew stronger with each movement. The combination of Natasha's deep, even strokes and Wanda's tender touches heightened your senses, driving you closer to the edge.

Natasha's eyes never left yours, her gaze full of devotion as she whispered sweet reassurances. "You're so beautiful, like this..!" she murmured, her voice husky with desire. "I love you so much. Just let go whenever you're ready."

Wanda's fingers moved in perfect harmony with Natasha's thrusts, her gentle caresses amplifying the pleasure that was coursing through your body. "We've got you, love." Wanda whispered, her voice soothing and encouraging. "You're safe with us. Just let it happen."

With their combined efforts and the overwhelming sensations flooding your body, you finally let go, your climax hitting you with a force that left you breathless. Your body trembled as the waves of pleasure crashed over you, your mind lost in the intensity of the moment. Natasha moaned softly as she felt your body tighten around her, her own climax approaching rapidly. "Y/n... I'm so close..!" Natasha breathed, her voice heavy with need.

"Just a little more.." Natasha whispered, her movements becoming more urgent as she neared her own release. Wanda's hand never left yours, her other hand stroking your cheek lovingly as she whispered words of encouragement. "We're so proud of you, Y/n.." Wanda murmured, her voice filled with warmth and affection. "You're doing so well. You're amazing."

With a few more deep, steady thrusts, Natasha reached her own climax, her body shuddering as the waves of ecstasy overtook her. She let out a low, throaty moan as she rode out her orgasm, her hands gripping your waist as she savored the sensation. After her release, a calming stillness settled over the room. Natasha slowly withdrew from you and collapsed beside you, her breath still coming in heavy pants as she wrapped her arms around you. Wanda leaned in to place a tender kiss on your lips, before pulling you into a tight embrace, ensuring you were securely nestled between them.

For a moment, the three of you lay there in a comforting silence, the only sounds being the gentle rustling of the sheets and the soft rhythm of your breathing. The intensity of the experience still lingered, but it was accompanied by a profound sense of peace and connection.

Wanda was the first to speak, her voice barely above a whisper as she caressed your cheek. "You were absolutely incredible, Y/n." Wanda said, her eyes shining with pride. "Thank you for trusting us." Natasha, still recovering from her own orgasm, leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. "We love you so much." Natasha murmured, her voice filled with raw emotion.

You smiled, your body finally relaxing fully in their embrace. A deep sense of contentment and fulfillment washed over you, far beyond the physical pleasure you had just experienced. It was the knowledge that you were cherished, valued, and deeply loved by these two incredible women who had guided you through this intimate journey. "I love you both." you whispered, your voice soft but filled with sincerity. "And we love you." Natasha and Wanda responded in unison, their voices a harmonious echo in the quiet room.

As the three of them slowly drifted off to sleep, lulled by the quiet intimacy of the moment, the door to the room suddenly creaked open. Your eyes snapped open in alarm, your heart leaping into your throat as you suddenly saw Tony standing in the doorway. "Y/n, are you-" Tony began, but his voice trailed off as he took in the scene before him. His eyes widened slightly, clearly surprised by what he had walked in on.

Natasha and Wanda reacted quickly, pulling the covers over you to shield you from view. You, embarrassed and completely caught off guard, turned bright red and tried to burrow even further under the blanket. "Dad!" you exclaimed, your voice a mix of embarrassment and frustration. "What are you doing here?!"

Tony, now fully grasping the situation, quickly raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, a sheepish grin playing at the corners of his mouth. "Whoa, whoa! Sorry! Didn't mean to barge in!" Tony said, trying to backtrack, though it was obvious that he was slightly amused by the whole thing.

Natasha and Wanda exchanged amused glances, clearly finding the situation more entertaining than awkward. Wanda stifled a laugh, while Natasha smirked, obviously enjoying your reaction even as they tried to comfort you. "Tony, maybe knock next time?" Natasha suggested, her tone light and teasing. "We were a bit..preoccupied."

You, still mortified, groaned and buried your face in your hands. "This is so embarrassing.." you muttered, your voice muffled by the blanket. Tony, seemingly unfazed by the tension, continued with his string of awkward questions. "I mean, was it..you know, at least good? No, uh, technical issues? Everything-"

"Dad, seriously, stop!" you groaned, burying your face in your hands, overwhelmed with embarrassment. But Tony, apparently not catching on, kept going. "Hey I always wamted to knowwho was on top-" You let out a muffled scream into your pillow, utterly mortified. "Please, just leave!"

Natasha finally couldn’t hold back her laughter, her shoulders shaking as she tried to keep it quiet. Wanda bit her lip, her eyes sparkling with amusement. Tony raised his hands in mock surrender, still grinning as if he was thoroughly enjoying himself. "Okay, okay, I'm going. But, hey, if you ever want to talk about..you know, positions or, uh, tips, I'm here for you, kiddo. Or, you know, not—whatever."

As Tony finally turned to leave, you peeked out from under the covers, your face still bright red with embarrassment and disbelief. "Why does he have to be like that?" you muttered, utterly mortified. Natasha chuckled, pulling you into her arms. "Because he's Tony Stark." she said, pressing a kiss to your temple. "And because he cares..in his own weird way."

Wanda smiled, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "At least he supports you, even if he's a bit too curious." she added with a soft laugh. With the tension broken, the three of you settled back down, you securely nestled between Natasha and Wanda, feeling safe, loved, and despite everything, a little less embarrassed as you finally drifted off to sleep.

[calebverse]

(AIN'T NOBODY GONNA) TOUCH IT

synopsis: you get a free hands-on lesson from your jiejie.

cw: fem!caleb, guided masturbation, both characters are of age, use of jiejie/meimei, the yurification of love and deepspace, pwp, praise kink, petnames || 2.1k words

notes: this is for #ladsyuriweek on twt! i am an avid content consumer until the voices screamed at me to at least write one work. so i took the prompt for day 2 which was ‘first time.’ so here is me helping spread out the jiejie fem!caleb agenda! i used the name caley to refer to fem!caleb (i lowkey suck at giving names so uhm apologies) this ended up longer than i anticipated ERMMM

you were curious. 

you've heard about it from peers your age, scrolled past it on the internet a few times. and when there's something new, something you had no idea about, you just had to know, even if curiosity does kill the cat. there is no stopping you until you find your own answers, your satisfied conclusions. 

and what do you do when there’s something bugging you? you ask your ever dependable jiejie, caley. 

you've always thought she was the most knowledgeable person in the world, and for good reason. whether it was regarding a repair around the house, your never ending amount of homework, or an opinion in fashion and makeup, she had answers you were looking for, advice you needed to hear, solutions that actually worked. no matter how absurd or difficult the inquiry running through your mind, caley has what you need. she won't judge; she will help. 

never was there a day that passed by without you loudly exclaiming 'jiejie jiejie jiejieee!', seeking for her. you can always count on caley to drop anything she was doing to come for your aid. 

"whenever you have a question or something you don't know, always come to jiejie first." she would tell you with an affectionate poke at your nose. 

and you did just so. 

and that was how you found yourself laying your back against her chest. your shirt was bunched up above your breasts sans your bra. your legs were spread across the bed as caley's warm and smooth hands held you under your knees. your panties dangled away at the edge of the bed, the air meeting your pussy in display. your hand moved between your legs, giving yourself experimental touches. 

"thaaat’s it, pipsqueak," she whispered into your ear. "you're getting the hang of it, keep going."

you grew flustered at caley's words as she spread your legs further apart. her hands stroked the inside of your thighs, long fingers squeezing your skin in encouragement.

"vary the pressure of your touches," she instructed, planting a kiss to the crown of your hair. "find out what feels good, what makes you tick. show your pretty pussy a lot of love, yeah? give her your attention."

if you were being honest, when you came into caley's room late that night, asking her how to touch yourself, a small part of you expected to be met with rejection or maybe endless teasing and jokes. but she did none of that – she only offered a warmed smile, cupped your cheeks, and thanked you for coming to her instead of anyone else. then, instead of verbal descriptions, she offered to guide you as you do it yourself. caley claimed that was the best way to learn. 

but now you're growing frustrated. it was supposed to feel good, right? you were supposed to be moaning and sighing, just like the stories you've heard and the obscene clips you've seen. but why isn't it working? what were you doing wrong?

"jiejie," you huffed. "i don't think i'm doing it right."

"baby, there's no correct way to touch yourself." she chuckled. "you have to find out only what works for you."

"but i don't know!" you whined with a pout. you turned your head to meet caley's eyes. "can you show me? just touch me where i should. i'll follow along."

caley's eyes widened, her pupils almost taking over the color in them. her heart thumped hard against her ribcage that she was sure you could feel it. there was no way she could resist you. not when she had dreamed of this too. 

"okay." she whispered. "i'll show you. but you have to learn alright? this is for your benefit."

you nodded. "i'll pay attention. teach me, jiejie."

now, how can caley say no to that?

with a kiss to your temple, she moved her hands from your thighs, to your exposed stomach, and up to your breasts. 

"when you touch yourself," she began, leaning her cheek against your hair. "you can get yourself into a mood so it will feel better. think about something that you like, something that turns you on."

"but i don't know..."

"you'll find it out along the way, pipsqueak. only a matter of time." she smiled reassuringly. "you don't just go straight to your pussy. you can do other things. like this—"

you watched as she spread feather light touches to your chest. her finger circled around your nipple until it stood upright, reacting to the contact. and when she squeezed you, you let out an involuntary moan. taken aback, your hands went up to your mouth. 

"no, no," she tsked. "don't cover your mouth, don't hold back. it helps. lets you know what makes you feel good, what makes you wet. which is what you need, yeah? don’t be embarrassed, let it all out meimei.”

you nodded in understanding and arched your back wordlessly, encouraging caley to go back to touching you. she didn’t have to be told twice – she played with your tits until you were putty in her hands, reduced into a breathy moaning mess. a particular squeeze had you clenching your fists into the sheets of her bed.

“i like that,” you whispered to her. 

“which one, baby? this?” she asked with a small smirk as she did it again, eliciting the same reaction from you. “feels good?”

“mhm.”

“you try it too.” she said, grabbing your hands. she places them where her fingers were. and with her hands on top of yours, she fondled you again, guiding your hands to do the same squeezes and pinches she sampled to you.

“caley.”

“yes, meimei?”

“i’m wet, i can feel it.” you muttered with warmth in your cheeks. “that’s good right?”

she smiled softly. “it is, baby. you are doing so well. that means playing with your cute tits got you going. now, let me guide your hands on how to touch yourself down your pussy. will you let jiejie show you? let me guide you?”

your nod was a little more enthusiastic than she expected, which made her chuckle. caley took your hand and slid it over your wet core. 

she groaned. “oh baby, you’re so messy down here.”

“don’t look too much.” you whined embarrassingly, unable to handle her heated gaze. 

“no, no, let jiejie see. need to help you know how to make yourself feel good. i want to guide you, i want to help you learn.” she kissed your shoulder as she grasped your hands, taking both your middle and ring finger together and ran a hand through your slit. “eyes on your fingers, okay meimei? yours, not mine.”

but that proved to be difficult, as two sets of fingers dipped into the slick that settled on your sensitive skin. that was your slick on your jiejie’s pretty, long, slender fingers. the sight had you unconsciously clench around nothing. you couldn’t seem to look away. 

“now this,” caley guided you under the hood of your pussy, giving it a small rub. “is what i like to call a special little button. this is your clit, baby.”

as if on cue, the touch made you jump, every vein in your body lighting up. “w-wha–”

“feels real good, right? let’s draw circles around it, yeah? then tell me how it feels.”

you bit your bottom lip as you felt your pussy preened with the attention. a fresh gush of slick came out of you, and caley helped you gather it to the pads of your finger to help you smoothly around your swollen bud. 

“words baby.” she reminded. “how are you holding up?”

“feels good.” you replied to her with a dreamy sigh.

“oh, i bet. you look so hot, touching yourself like that baby. wanna try putting a finger in?”

you turned to her with curious eyes. “will it hurt?”

“not if you do it slowly. besides, you’re all wet and messy, it’ll slide in quite easily.” she dropped your hand and placed her palms on the inside of your thighs. “try it whenever you're ready, meimei.”

“okay,” you whispered. you covered your middle finger in your slick and hesitantly slid it inside you. it was awkward, clumsy, and full of uncertainty. it didn't feel particularly bad but it definitely wasn't good either. your finger was just… there. 

nonetheless, when your finger disappeared into your heat, caley groaned at the sight and cooed into your ear, whispering sweet praises that went straight to your cunt. “oh meimei, you’re such a good girl.” you beamed at her praises, the rush of pleasing her fills your head. yes, she was helping you out, but you might as well do perfectly to help her at least enjoy this. 

“wish it was your fingers instead, jiejie.” you mumbled as you experimented moving your finger around. you let out a pitiful cry. “i don’t know how to make myself feel good.”

she shushed you, smoothing out the hair that stuck to your face due to the sheer amount of sweat. “baby, how will you learn if i’m the one who touches you? besides, you haven’t even moved it much. probe around, and you’ll find the spots that feel good for you. try for me? give me a little show?”

you whined, and attempted as she instructed. but nothing was working, nothing felt good. 

caley shook her head at your poor attempts. she placed her hand at the back of your palm. “pathetic meimei, can’t even please herself, always needs me to do things for her.”

you took a sharp breath in when you felt her fingers slide in with the one already inside of you. your walls spasmed at the intrusion, adjusting to the foreign feeling. caley’s fingers were longer and moved with more confidence than yours. you felt so full, and the sensation making you moan. 

“focus pipsqueak.” caley said, firm but affectionate. “follow along my fingers, okay?” you nodded, simply satisfied at the feeling of her inside you. with care and precision, she started massaging your insides. “uh-uh, i said focus, don’t close your eyes.”

you moaned sweetly, moving your hips along caley’s thrusts. with the pad of your finger next to hers, she guided you to press a spongy spot around your walls. the stimulation made you clench around the fingers inside of you. you began to relax and give in to her actions. “jiejie, jiejie– ah! it feels so good. please please please.”

“i can feel you not moving your finger, honey. you can’t stop, you have to rub yourself from the inside.”

“but it feels better when you do it! can’t you just do it, please?”

“i thought you wanted to learn how to please yourself?”

“i am learning! i promise i will learn. just please, please touch me jiejie.”

“bad student.” she shook her head, but her eyes lit up in mischievousness. “you have to finish by yourself baby. now go along with my fingers inside you, okay?”

you grumbled under your breath about how mean she was being but followed along anyway. you felt her take your free hand and guide it back to your clit. with the combination of rubbing circles at your exposed hood and the fingers inside of you, even if it was mostly her doing the work, you lost yourself into the pleasure, head resting against caley’s shoulder as you tried catching your breath.

“there, caley! ah, it feels so good there.” you can feel her press down stronger, harder in a steady rhythm that makes your knees turn into jelly. the sensation reminds you of a climb of a staircase, each step heavier, louder, faster than the last. your heart was beating out of your chest, blood rushing to your ears, eyes rolling back as your hips stuttered in their movement. you mewled, feeling your chest burn with every breath you took and your legs shook in anticipation. was this it? was this the climax you kept hearing about? 

you twitched and turned, overwhelmed by the way you were reacting under caley’s touch. you became limp against her chest, chants of her name falling from your lips. 

you can practically taste it in your teeth. you were so close. just a few more pumps, a few more rubs, just one final push to finally fall into it and–

caley stopped moving. 

she withdrew her touch from you, settling them once more under your knees. 

you blinked up, confused and frustrated. “jiejie, why–”

“meimei,” she said with a grin that flipped your insides. she kissed both your cheeks and winked. “if you wanna come, you have to work for it.”