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societyfolklore · 2 months ago

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Not Ready Yet

Title: Not Ready Yet Pairing: Steve Roger x Female Reader

Summary: Steve Rogers has been nothing but the perfect gentleman- sweet, attentive, patient. He’s made you feel special from the moment you met, like something rare and cherished. So when he finally invites you over for dinner after two months of slow-burning romance, you think you know what’s coming. You don’t…

Word Count: 6.1K

Warnings: / Explicit Content /18+, Minors DNI, Dom!Steve, Vaginal Fisting, Gentleman-to-Deviant Vibe (Soft Dom-to-Darker Shift), Size Kink & Super Soldier Strength, Manipulation (Soft-Edged, Coaxing Control), Dubious Consent, Pleasure-Drunk, Praise Kink, Your Naive but Steve is Calculated, Internal Conflict (Bliss-to-Dread Arc), Overstimulation, Pain & Stretching (Mixed with Pleasure), Aftercare Used to Maintain Power, alcohol Mention (Wine During Dinner)

A/N: my entry for @avengers-assemble-bingo for April Kinky Bingo... this one was something else.. Square: A2- Fisting Card Number: KB003

You had never felt so cherished in your life.

Steve Rogers was everything they said he was, and more. Gallant. Polite. A little shy, even. The kind of man who bought fresh flowers from the Saturday market just because he thought of you when he passed them. Who walked you home every time you went out together. Who kissed you on the cheek that first night, even when you'd leaned in hopeful, wanting, to meet his lips.

It had taken three dates for him to finally kiss you properly. But when he had? You'd felt it in your bones. Like your body had been waiting for it, your skin leaning in before your mind could even catch up. That first real kiss had been soft, reverent, almost hesitant and yet it lingered in your memory like something carved into marble.

You’d been seeing him for a little over two months now. Slow and steady. Holding hands, forehead kisses, flirty looks. And then tonight- tonight, he invited you to his place for dinner.

The idea that something might happen tonight left a flutter of nerves dancing in your belly. You weren’t sure what to expect, but everything about Steve made you feel safe. Respected. Treasured. If anyone was going to be your first in this new relationship, you were glad it would be him.

When you arrived, he greeted you at the door with a soft smile and a warm kiss. The table was already set. The apartment smelled amazing- garlic, herbs, something comforting and homey wafting in from the kitchen. The lighting was low, the music quiet and jazzy in the background. You felt wrapped in a cocoon of calm.

He’d made grilled salmon, roasted vegetables, and some kind of lemony couscous that was surprisingly addictive. Not too heavy. Just right. He poured you wine, told stories that made you laugh, reached across the table to touch your hand or tuck your hair behind your ear. Every move was effortless. Intimate.

By the time the plates were cleared and you were curled up beside him on the couch, your chest was warm with wine and quiet wanting. Every part of the evening had been like something out of a dream- his arm curled around your shoulders, your cheek resting on his chest, the subtle way his fingers traced lazy circles on your arm. The soft jazz playing from his record player gave the moment a haze of golden nostalgia. You felt drunk- but not from the wine. From him. From the weight of his presence and the way it wrapped around you like something you could sink into and never climb back out of.

The kisses started sweet- just lips brushing lips. Then longer, deeper. The kind of kisses that made your heart race and your thighs clench. His hand slid to your hip, your thigh, the small of your back, always steady, always sure. His body was so much bigger than yours, all heat and strength and solidity, and yet he touched you like he thought you might break. Like he was holding something rare and delicate.

You expected him to guide you gently to the bedroom, maybe with a soft smile and an outstretched hand. Maybe he’d whisper something tender, lace your fingers together, and lead you into the next chapter of this perfect, storybook evening.

But when he picked you up? When he rose from the couch with you in his arms like you weighed nothing, like he’d been waiting for the moment to show you just how strong he really was?

Your heart all but stopped.

You clutched at his shoulders, eyes wide, breath caught in your throat. His body was everything you imagined and more- solid, warm, impossibly strong. Your fingers curled instinctively over the thick muscle of his shoulders, feeling the effortless strength in the way he held you. His chest was broad and firm beneath your cheek, rising and falling in a steady rhythm, like nothing in the world could shake him.

But he didn’t falter. Didn’t tease. His movements were purposeful, sure- like your body was meant to be in his arms, like it belonged there. He held you with the same reverence he gave you when he looked at you across candlelit tables and brought you fresh flowers- only now there was heat threaded through it. A quiet intensity.

You could feel the flex of his biceps with every shift of his arms, the stability in his grasp as his large hands supported you with perfect ease. The sheer size of him around you made you feel small, delicate- utterly encompassed. His warmth bled into you, wrapping around your spine, your ribs, your heart.

As he carried you through the apartment, you found yourself clutching tighter, unsure if you were afraid of falling or simply overwhelmed by the feeling of being so completely handled. The hallway lights cast a golden glow over his profile, and the sound of your own heartbeat filled your ears.

He carried you like you were something fragile. Like something he owned. Like something he was finally claiming.

"You okay?" he murmured, glancing down at you as he pushed open the bedroom door, voice low and warm against your skin, and something in his tone made your spine tingle.

You nodded, heart fluttering like a bird in a cage. "Yeah."

His smile was small but warm, but there was a flicker in his eyes- like a spark catching light. "Good. Been wanting this for a long time."

The bed was already turned down. Soft lighting spilled in from the hallway as he set you gently atop the sheets and knelt between your legs. His big hands slid up your thighs, slow and reverent. Then he leaned over you, covering your mouth with his again, coaxing another kiss that deepened into something hot and breath-stealing. You sighed into it, fingers tangling in the front of his shirt.

He didn’t rush. Every kiss was deliberate. His mouth moved over yours, then to your jaw, then your neck, trailing heat and want everywhere it touched. You arched into him without thinking, thighs parting as his body hovered above you.

His hands explored slowly, like he had all the time in the world. Over your shoulders, your arms, your breasts- pausing there, cupping them with reverence and a barely-there squeeze that made your nipples tighten under your bra. You gasped into his mouth, and he smiled against your lips like he’d been waiting for that sound.

With slow, practiced ease, he began to undress you. You let him. Let him peel your clothes away like unwrapping something precious. And when your shaking fingers reached up to unbutton his shirt, he didn’t stop you. He watched, eyes dark and fixed on your face, as you tugged each button loose one by one, revealing more golden skin and hard muscle than your starry mind could handle.

You ran your palms over his chest, tracing every ridge and curve. He let you explore, let you marvel, even leaned into your touch like it thrilled him just as much.

By the time he had you down to nothing, he didn’t go straight for where you ached. Instead, he kissed along your ribs, your belly, your hips. He inhaled softly at your inner thigh, fingers trailing just shy of where you needed them.

"You’re already getting there," he murmured, voice like velvet and heat. "Want you soaked for me before I even touch you there. Wanna feel you melt around my fingers."

Then he kissed you again, and when he pulled back, there was something new in his eyes.

Intent.

His voice stayed low, almost reverent, like this moment meant as much to him as it did to you. He slicked his fingers slowly, deliberately, his eyes never leaving your face. You could feel the weight of his attention, how focused he was. Not just on your body, but on your reactions. Watching the rise and fall of your chest, the way your thighs parted, the flush creeping across your skin.

"Been thinking about this," he admitted softly. "About how you'd feel... how warm you'd be."

He smiled, just the barest hint of it, like he was already savoring the moment before it began. "Finally get to feel you, sweetheart."

Your breath hitched.

Oh.

You swallowed. Nodded. Your thighs shifted, welcoming.

Steve slicked his fingers slowly, watching you the whole time.

"We’ll take this nice and slow…" he said, settling between your knees. "We’ve got all night."

Then his fingers found you- slow at first, not pushing in, just toying with your entrance. The pad of his finger circled there, teasing, tracing the slick heat of you while he watched your face for every flicker of response. Your body fluttered around him, clenching reflexively at the mere suggestion of penetration. He murmured something low and pleased under his breath as your hole twitched, pulsing at the gentle pressure. He could feel how badly your body wanted to be filled, even if he was taking his time giving it to you.

The first one slid in easy, and you gasped at the sudden intrusion. Warm. Thick. He moved it gently, curling just enough to make your hips twitch. His thumb rested against your mound, still and grounding, until it started to move.

A slow, deliberate brush over your clit. Featherlight at first. A single circle that made your breath hitch. Another, firmer, that drew a moan from your throat before you could stop it.

"There she is," Steve looked at you smiling, like he’d just discovered a secret. "You’re already so soft for me."

He didn’t rush.

His finger stroked in and out while his thumb teased gentle circles, the rhythm enough to make your legs tremble. Then he started to curve that finger upward on every slow stroke, dragging it along the top wall until it hit something inside you that made your whole body jolt.

Your moan spilled out loud and helpless, your hands flying to your own skin- gripping your thighs, sliding up your belly, unsure where to hold onto the heat that bloomed between your legs. Every time he curled his finger into that soft, spongy cluster of nerves, your walls fluttered around him, tighter, wetter, like your body was trying to pull him in deeper.

He did it again. And again. Unhurried. Precise.

"That's it," Steve murmured, voice like silk and sin. "Feel that, sweetheart? Right there."

You nodded, eyes glassy, already halfway gone.

The second finger came after a minute of slow strokes, coaxing your body open. You felt it- every new inch. Wider. Fuller. The stretch just enough to make your toes curl.

His thumb never left your clit.

With two fingers buried inside you, he started to move them- not in and out, but apart. A slow, gentle scissoring motion that made your breath stutter and your hips lift instinctively. The stretch deepened, and you could feel every subtle shift of pressure, every widening sweep as he worked you open from the inside out.

"Still doing okay?"

You nodded, biting your lip. "Yeah. Just… big."

It was more than just the stretch- it was him. His fingers felt impossibly full inside you, so much more than your own ever had. The way they moved, the way they filled and stroked, finding every sensitive inch like they were made for your body- it was overwhelming. Your fingers could never curl quite like that, never press up against that perfect spot with such patience, such purpose.

He dragged them back over your sweet spot again, slow and unrelenting, and your thighs twitched helplessly.

He smiled. Kissed the inside of your thigh.

"That’s just two, honey. You’re doing so good. Opening up so pretty for me."

You barely heard him over the sound of your own moan.

Steve shifted slightly, and you felt the gentle nudge of a third finger teasing at your entrance, slick and warm and heavy with promise. Your breath caught. He hadn’t pushed in yet- just let it sit there, letting you feel the potential of it.

"Steve," you gasped, one hand grabbing at the sheets, the other curling at your side. "I- I’m good. Two is�� so good."

And it was. It felt incredible. Like he was everywhere already, like your body could barely keep up with the stretch of just his two thick fingers dragging over your sweet spot again and again, stroking deep in ways you’d never reached on your own. You didn’t need more- your brain was already fogging, your thighs trembling. You felt full. So close to ruined.

Steve didn’t argue. Not right away. He just hummed, like he understood.

When you looked up at him, your breath caught for a whole new reason. His brows were slightly pinched, lips parted like he might say something but wasn’t sure how. There was something in his face- not heat, not hunger, but concern. A flicker of worry. The sharp, clear blue of his eyes had darkened "I know, sweetheart. I know it’s a lot. But I need to make sure you’re ready for me. Really ready. Gotta stretch you to fit me." he murmured, reaching for a bottle of lube on the nightstand. "Can’t have you breaking when I finally have you."

His fingers didn’t push all at once. First, he went back to stroking over that spot inside you, slow and deliberate, keeping your head spinning and your legs loose. Every drag of his fingers over that aching bundle of nerves sent another wave through you, your breath catching, your thoughts scattering. You tried to focus- on his voice, on his eyes- but it was impossible when every nerve ending was lighting up with sensation.

As he began to work the third finger in, the pressure built fast. Your mouth dropped open, a broken moan escaping as the stretch deepened- more than you thought you could take, more than you thought you wanted, but so achingly full it made your toes curl. His fingers were slow, steady, coaxing you open inch by inch, and the third felt like so much. It wasn't just the width- it was the way he pushed up, dragging over that tender, swollen cluster of nerves inside you like he knew exactly where it was. And he did. Again. And again.

"You're taking me so well," Steve murmured, his voice rasping low as he leaned over you. "Feels good, doesn’t it? I know it does. Can feel you clenching, baby... greedy little thing."

You barely registered the soft crack of a lid opening. You were too far gone to notice the subtle shift as he poured a little more slick over you, letting it drip down over his fingers, your entrance, mixing with the wetness already flooding you. It made everything easier. Smoother. Filthier.

He hummed, thumb circling again as he worked those three thick fingers in deeper. "So slick for me now. You needed this, didn’t you? Been so patient."

He leaned in close, breath warm against your ear. "You're so tight around me, baby. So small. Look at you- trying to take all this. You're doing so good."

His voice was soft, almost coaxing, but there was a weight behind it, a possessive edge that made your core flutter even harder. "I know it’s a stretch. I know it’s a lot. But I’ve got you, sweetheart. I’m just looking after you."

He twisted his fingers again, rubbing up into that spot that had you arching, crying out. "Gotta open you up right. Make sure you’re ready. You trust me, don’t you? Let me take care of you."

You felt yourself build- your breath catching, hips twitching, thighs quivering like another orgasm was already crawling its way toward you. Not a full one, not yet- but something small and devastating, the kind that made you want to cry.

"Don’t hold back," he whispered, voice thick with pride and hunger. "I want to feel every part of it. Every flutter. Every little break."

And just as you started to fall into it, Steve spread his fingers apart in a slow, deliberate fan. The stretch lit your nerves like a firework, and your voice cracked into a sob.

"There you go." he breathed. "God, just look at you..."

Then he brought them back together, pressing deeper, making you take it. All of it.

It was slow. Careful. But when the knuckle passed, your breath caught in your throat. Your hips shifted, thighs trembling. The stretch was so intense, so deep, and yet the pleasure lingered like a haze across your skin. You felt dazed- drunk on it. Drunk on him. Each drag of his fingers inside you made your body sing, your breath come shallow, your thoughts slip further from your grasp.

His free hand moved then, sliding down your thigh with the same maddening patience. Gentle. Soothing. But it wasn’t just comfort- it was control. His palm gripped your leg, grounding and commanding, keeping you spread just the way he wanted.

"C’mon, just one more," Steve said softly, almost coaxing. "Make sure you’re gonna be safe. Want you to enjoy it when I take you, yeah?"

You whimpered. Nodded. What else could you do? He had you unraveling with just his hands- and you trusted him to ruin you completely.

"Yeah, one more," Steve whispered. "Just my pinky. It's my smallest finger. You'll feel so good."

You didn’t even get a chance to think. His hand shifted smoothly, his fingers forming into a cone. The moment he pressed forward, your back arched off the bed, a soft gasp breaking free from your lips. It was instinctive- offering him a better angle as your body yielded.

The pressure flared white-hot as he pushed, all four fingers breaching you past the second knuckle. You panted hard, the stretch intense and dizzying, like you could feel every ridge of every finger working you open from the inside.

His fingers twisted gently, stretching you wider than you’d ever been. But your body wasn’t quite ready to take the final push- not yet. You felt the resistance, the way your muscles fluttered and clung around his knuckles, not letting him all the way in. It was too much. Too deep.

Steve didn’t force it. He didn’t even pause. His hand moved from your thigh to your clit again, rubbing in slow, purposeful circles- soft at first, then firmer, matching your panting breaths. You whimpered, hips twitching under the renewed stimulation. Your arousal was building again, thick and hot, the ache inside you sharpened by the way he was working you open.

Then he moved. Bent low, fingers still buried in you, and took your nipple into his mouth. He suckled gently at first, letting his tongue flick over the tight peak, then deeper, wetter, his mouth hot and hungry as his fingers never stopped moving. You cried out, arching into him, overwhelmed by sensation.

The wine buzzed low in your blood, making everything feel hazy and soft around the edges- but your body was humming. On fire. Your skin tingled under his lips, your core clenched around his hand, and still he coaxed you further.

"There we go," he murmured around your breast. "That’s it, baby. Let me in. Let me feel all of you."

And slowly, as he kissed and played and rubbed every tender part of you, your body gave. The tension melted just enough to let him press that final set of knuckles in, your walls stretching wide to accommodate him.

"Let me in, honey," he whispered. The sensation was blinding. You moaned, raw and high, as your body finally let him sink in all the way- his knuckles pressing flush at your entrance. Your eyes rolled back at the overwhelming stretch, your mouth falling open as a wrecked sound tore from your throat. You could feel every inch of him inside you, the fullness deep and dizzying, stretching your limits and then some.

Then, slowly, deliberately, he rotated the hand buried inside you- turning so his palm was facing up. You felt everything shift, the pressure rearranging into something unbearable and glorious. He sat back slightly on his heels to watch, eyes dark, jaw tight, chest rising and falling in controlled, hungry breaths.

"God, baby," he muttered, dragging his thumb gently over your skin, just below your navel. "You're so wet. Can feel you dripping all around me."

He pushed in further, and you could feel it- the weight of him, the slow slide of his hand breaching you deeper, his fingers curling slightly as he explored every inch. Your body clenched around him, a helpless, reflexive squeeze that made his breath catch. His other hand pressed to your belly, firm and possessive. Then he pressed down, just enough for you to feel the pressure echo through your core- and then, with a slow, wicked smile, he wiggled his fingers inside you.

The sensation made your whole body jerk. Your breath hitched sharply as you felt the movement from both directions- inside and out.

"Can feel you now from both sides," he murmured, eyes locked on your face as your body trembled. The idea of it- of being so thoroughly filled that his hand was something you could feel through your own skin- was almost too much. It nearly made you come right there.

His fourth finger shifted, spreading wider. You gasped as your skin and muscles moved with him, stretched for him, obeyed the rhythm of his hand without resistance. Every flutter, every tiny ripple of sensation, rolled through you like waves you couldn't stop riding. He just smiled, calm and hungry, soaking in the sight of you coming undone under the weight of his touch.

You couldn’t answer. You were dumb with it. Flushed, panting, wine-fogged and pleasure-drunk. You stared up at the ceiling, glassy-eyed, mind floating somewhere between surrender and bliss as he watched you come undone around him, completely open and filled. His hand pulled back slightly, easing out just enough that you could breathe- but it only made the absence sharper, made your body clench harder in protest. He shifted his hand just so, tucking his thumb in tight beside the rest.

Then you heard it- the soft click of the lube bottle again. He didn’t rush, didn’t ask. He just poured more slick over your pussy, letting it drip down over his hand, easing everything. The sensation of the cool gel against your overheated skin made you shiver, and when his hand slid back in- slow, sure, claiming- it went easier. Smoother. Wetter.

Then his other hand was sliding down between your legs.

You barely had time to react before his fingers were back on your clit, rubbing in slow, steady circles designed to undo you all over again. You whimpered, breath stuttering, thighs twitching. It was too much and not enough all at once.

And somewhere through the haze, a thought tried to rise to the surface- Wasn’t this just supposed to be about getting you ready to take him? It wasn’t a protest, not really. Just a wobbly breath and a slurred, "Steve… do you really… need to go this far?"

You felt his body still, just for a beat. Then you felt it- the subtle pressure of his thumb beginning to press inward, joining the rest.

"Shh, baby," he cooed, the sweetness of his voice wrapping around you like silk and chains. "You’re doing so good for me. Just a little more. This is all for you, remember? So I don’t hurt you later. You trust me, don’t you?"

His thumb kept pushing, slow but firm, as his fingers curled again and rubbed your clit in soft, hypnotic circles. "Almost there. That’s it, sweetheart. Let me take care of everything.. Just need to relax, breathe for me.." he voice soothing but firm, like he was easing you through something important. "Just need you a little wetter. A little softer.

"You’re almost there anyway," he murmured. "Just a little further. You’re my best girl, right? You can give me this…"

His hand slid up to your chest again, thumb flicking your nipple before he bent low to mouth at it- suckling slow and deep while his hand remained buried inside you, the stretch lingering. You felt yourself melting beneath him, your blood hot from the wine, your brain cotton-soft and floaty.

Then he started to press deeper. You felt it- every inch, every widening push- as he slowly worked his hand further inside you. His fingers brushed your cervix, just a whisper of contact that made your hips buck and your breath stall. He dragged against your walls, firm and careful, stretching and spreading you with the thickest part of his hand, inch by inch. The pressure bloomed everywhere.

Your breathing turned ragged. Stilled. Each inhale caught at the back of your throat, a desperate little gasp as your body tried to reconcile the impossible fullness with the endless heat. It was too much.

Steve could hear it- your pulse pounding, your heartbeat racing beneath his hand. He paused, just enough to press his palm flat against your belly again, soothing and steady. "Shh, baby," he murmured, rubbing your clit with slow, coaxing circles. "You're doing so good for me. I’ve got you."

He twisted his hand slowly, working the angle, easing in more- his thumb still tucked tight. The shift made you cry out, thighs trembling, back arching. Your body writhed beneath him, sweat beginning to gather at your temples and between your breasts.

"That’s it, sweetheart," Steve murmured, voice warm and firm, grounded in command. "You’re doing so good. Just breathe through it for me, okay? In… and out. With me now."

He slowed the movement of his hand, letting the pressure at your entrance stay constant, steady. You felt every twitch of muscle, every strained stretch as his hand shifted inside you. It stung- but the pleasure was right there underneath it, riding the edge of each breath.

“Deep breath in,” he said again, his other hand sliding along your thigh, keeping you grounded. “Exhale. That’s it. Keep going. I can feel you trying to take me.”

You whimpered, voice breaking on the inhale, but you obeyed- moaning on the exhale as he gently pulled his fingers apart again, spreading you around the bulk of his hand. It burned. It thrilled.

Your muscles fluttered, tight and frantic around the stretch, and Steve’s thumb pressed soft circles to your clit as his hand slowly rotated again inside you.

"You're so close, baby. I can feel it. Just let go. Let me in."

He watched you- every shift in your expression, every tremble in your breath- with rapt attention, like the sight of your body trying to take him was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

And Steve just watched- entranced and hungry. His gaze swept over you like he couldn’t decide where to focus. Your face, flushed and lost. Your chest, heaving. Your pussy, stretched impossibly wide around his hand. "Steve?"

He looked like a man utterly ruined by the sight of you taking him.

"Just a little more- yeah, like that. Deep breath in… and exhale."

Then came the push.

Thicker. Deeper.

Your body relented to his invasion.

Your feet kicked and slid over the bed, legs tensing and heels dragging against the sheets as your body scrambled for somewhere to put the sensation. It was involuntary- your muscles seizing, shifting, trying to escape and welcome the stretch all at once.

A whine bubbled up from your throat, high and thin, and Steve shushed you gently.

"I know, sweetheart. It’s intense, isn’t it?" he murmured, eyes locked on yours, steady as stone. "But you’re doing so good. Almost there. Just keep breathing."

The resistance gave way, your walls opening around him- wide and slick- as Steve pressed his whole hand inside you, slow and reverent, like he was slipping into something sacred. It felt like you swallowed him, your body stretching to take every inch. The thickest part of his hand pushed past your entrance, and you felt it all- knuckles, knotted pressure, heat blooming through your spine.

A guttural noise ripped from your throat, unbidden, broken. You were panting now, sweat clinging to your skin, your vision swimming.

And Steve? He stilled. Just held there, buried to the wrist, drinking it in like a man watching sunrise break over battlefield ruins.

He looked down at you with a quiet intensity, breath shallow, lips parted, like he was drinking in the sight of you stretched around him. Not just awe- something deeper. Hungrier. His eyes flicked over your face, your trembling body, like he was trying to memorize the moment before it slipped away. There was no need for words- his expression said everything. You were his. Entirely.

The way you clenched around him said it all.

"So full you can’t even breathe, huh?" Steve murmured, the hunger in his voice barely restrained. "Thought it hurt? But then I touched you and you just- " he chuckled darkly, "clenched down like you need it."

Your body twitched again, whimpering as his fingers rolled over your clit in tight, maddening circles. You were so stretched, so overwhelmed- and he loved it.

"Wish I had a mirror," he whispered, dragging his lips across your temple. "Wish you could see what you look like taking me like this."

Slowly, he began to curl his fingers, forming a fist inside you inch by inch. Your eyes rolled back in your head, your mouth falling open in a soundless gasp. Your head slammed back against the bed, back bowing high from the mattress. You’d never- never- been this full.

Steve twisted his wrist, gently at first, then deeper. You could feel every ridge of every knuckle moving inside you.

"Look at you. My perfect girl. So fucking deep… and still stretching for more."

He guided your hand down, easing it toward his wrist where you could feel the impossible stretch for yourself- your imagination catching up with reality, picturing just how deep he truly was. The thought alone made your walls flutter. You couldn’t even close your fingers around it his wrist..

"Oh, you like it, don’t you?" he murmured, voice dark and pleased.

It did something to you, knowing where he ended and you began- feeling exactly where your body had engulfed him, where he filled you to the brim. That connection, raw and surreal, made your head spin. The way you touched him let you feel the impossible, and it only made you clench harder. His fist seated deep inside you. Your fingers barely curled around it, trembling with the effort, the contact making the moment even more surreal.

"That’s all of me inside you. You’re mine now. Captain America’s little hand puppet, huh?"

Then, in a cruel little twist of sweetness, he took the hand you'd just had on his wrist and gently moved it down, guiding it up to your clit. His own hand covered yours for a moment, pressing your trembling fingers into motion. "Rub for me now, honey. Just like that. Let me see how needy you are."

Your fingers shook as they obeyed, drawing shaky little circles as he reached for the lube again- cool slick dripping over your skin as he coated his wrist. You could feel the tension build, feel his hand shift again inside you, pushing deeper- then easing back, the catch of his knuckles tugging against your entrance before he slid back in slow.

"Now, put your other hand on your tummy, baby," Steve instructed, your shaking hand going to where he'd pressed before.. "Feel that? That bulge right there- that’s me. That’s my fist, moving under your skin."

Your moan broke into pieces as the sensation took over everything. Your mind was unraveling, thoughts slipping through your fingers like sand. You were too full to think, too stretched to breathe. Every time you clenched down- every flutter, every squeeze- his hand was forced deeper, and it made the pressure sharper, more unbearable.

"Who knew you'd be such a good girl," Steve rasped, voice thick with pride and hunger. "So greedy for your Captain..."

He leaned closer, voice low and rough at your ear. "You have no idea how good you are, sweetheart. No one’s ever done this for me. They all cry and beg- but not you. You want this. Want me to ruin you. Stretch you out so all you fit is me."

You couldn’t even form words anymore. Just soft, broken sounds that spilled from your lips as your body writhed under him, nerves singing, muscles fluttering.

He started moving his hand- slowly pulling his fist out, then pressing it back in again, inch by inch. Deeper this time. His wrist following with every push until the blunt base of it met your slick entrance, stretching you wider, reshaping you around the sheer size of him.

You felt him press into your cervix, nudging it upward with every inward roll of his fist. It should’ve hurt- but it didn’t. It was all pressure. Endless, rolling pressure that sent your vision spinning.

"Going to stretch you out like this," Steve growled softly, voice thick and reverent. "Then you’re gonna take my cock, yeah? That’s a good girl… you’re so close, aren’t you? You just wanna cum all over my fucking fist, don’t you?"

You moaned, broken and desperate, your whole body arching into him. Every time you clenched down on his hand, it drove him deeper- your body trying to keep him, to take him, to never let him go.

Then he started to move faster- just a little. Using the strength in his arm to pump his fist in slow, firm strokes. The drag was heavy, relentless, the catch of his knuckles tugging at your entrance only to be followed by the obscene stretch of him sinking in again.

“That's it, baby,” Steve growled, watching you like you were the most precious, filthy thing he’d ever seen. “Just come for me. Just come and I’ll take it out…”

Your fingers obeyed on instinct, moving in tighter, desperate circles over your clit- just the way he’d shown you. Each pass sent a shock of pleasure through your body, your thighs twitching, your vision hazing at the edges. It was too much. It was everything. The pressure built like a storm in your gut- hot, unbearable, perfect.

And Steve kept moving. Pushing deeper. Pulling out. Letting the weight of his hand crash into your core until your hips jerked with every thrust. The squelch of lube, the slap of his palm against your overstretched entrance- it was obscene. Messy. Perfect.

You couldn’t even make sounds anymore. Your mouth opened, but nothing came out- just choked gasps and strangled breaths. The only sound in the room was Steve’s panting, his breath growing ragged with every tight clench of your body around his fist. He growled softly, low in his throat, watching you unravel beneath him.

Your body was shaking. It was too much. Too deep. Too intense. You tried to speak, to cry, but your voice was gone. You couldn’t do it-

And then you did.

You broke.

Your body snapped taut, back arching off the bed as you bucked and thrashed, thighs locking around his arm, cunt fluttering in desperate, helpless spasms around his fist.

Steve’s free hand came down hard across your belly, pinning you in place as you rode it out. "That’s it, baby," he whispered, eyes wide and reverent, watching every second of your collapse. "Take it. Take all of it. Fuck, look at you… squeezing me so tight. You were made for this."

You came in silence, eyes rolled back, mouth open on a wordless scream, your muscles seizing around him like your body never wanted to let go. Your body shook with aftershocks, thighs quivering, breath hitched in your throat as your arms flopped helplessly to the bed. You were light-headed, dizzy, your vision pulsing with black at the edges. Your muscles gave out.

You went limp.

Your limbs fell heavy against the sheets, chest rising in short, shallow bursts. The room spun softly around you, dim and warm, your body floating in the aftermath of something that had pulled you apart and left you scattered. Every inch of you pulsed with aftershocks, too spent to flinch, too full to even think.

Only then did Steve start to move again. Slowly, carefully, he began to ease his hand from your body- inch by inch, his fist sliding free from your ruined, fluttering walls. The sensation made you whimper, twitch, overstimulated and boneless. Your eyes fluttered half-shut, dazed and cloudy, as you watched him lift his hand.

It glistened with your slick. Wet. Shining. Marked by everything he'd just pulled from you.

He brought it to his mouth.

And licked.

One long, slow drag of his tongue over the curve of his knuckles. He didn’t look away from you. He watched you while he did it- watched your broken expression and blissed-out face as he tasted your release from his skin like he was savoring the finest dessert.

"So good for me," he purred, voice low, soothing as his clean hand gently moved yours away from your core. You flinched from the touch, but he only pressed his palm there- warm, grounding, firm.

"You’re gaping now, honey," he murmured, almost like he was cooing it. "Your abused little hole’s all twitchy, trying to remember how to close. That’s okay. You did so good."

He reached for the nightstand, offered you a glass of water, his voice still tender. "Sip, baby. Just sip for me."

You blinked slowly, dazed. You didn’t even realize when he moved again- just felt the shift in air as he settled between your legs, gaze dropping low.

"Oh god," he breathed. "You’re so open..."

He ran a single finger around your entrance, the slick noise obscene and wet as your hole fluttered around nothing. You whimpered.

"Want you to try and squeeze closed," he whispered.

You didn’t know why. But you did.

Your body tried. Weakly. Muscles trembling as you worked to draw yourself back together. He pushed his finger back in and you winced trying to hold it.

"There you go," he praised softly. "Nothing permanent."

You barely had time to process the relief before he stood up from the bed.

Your dazed eyes followed him in slow, horror-tinged disbelief- watching as his hands moved to the button of his pants. This was supposed to be over. Your body was still twitching, your insides aching, stretched to their limit. But the way he looked at you- so calm, so sure- made something sharp twist in your chest. He hadn't lied.

As he stared down at the stretch of your slowly closing cunt, something dark flickered behind his eyes- satisfaction, maybe. Anticipation.

Then his gaze met yours.

"Told you," he murmured, unzipping slowly. "This was just to get you ready. We’re not done."

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moonstruckme · 4 months ago

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love of my life, queen of all things smut and marauders..........I have a request if you don't mind 😈 I was thinking of this with Sirius, but it could truly be whoever you think fits. But what do you think of a fic where reader x Sirius have sex for the first time (FWB, relationship, whatever fits the vibe), and Sirius finishes and moves his attention to reader who goes "oh it's alright, I've never been successful at that part of sex before...." & then it becomes this fun challenge for Sirius who spends the rest of the evening finding out what works for her until he finally gets her off 😃 xoxoxoxooxoxoxo

Thanks for the request and for weathering the long wait gorgeous Elle <3

cw: smut mdni, reader is afab and has trouble with orgasming

fwb!Sirius x fem!reader ♡ 1.2k words

“Fuck.” Sirius’ forehead crashes into yours, his breath hot on your lips. “Are you close?”

“You should come.” Your voice is tight, strained, though not nearly so much as his.

“Not before you.”

“Please, Sirius.” You both moan as he thrusts deeper inside you, your legs squeezing tight around his middle. “Please, I want you to.”

“I don’t—shit.”

His brow tenses along with the rest of him as he spills into you. You feel the condom fill up with a heady satisfaction. You run your hands up his back soothingly, until he relaxes into you.

“Fuck, gorgeous.” Sirius tilts his face to kiss at the slope of your cheek. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think I would…you just feel too good, have you gotten that complaint before?”

You laugh. “It’s not usually a complaint.”

“No, but in this case…” He tuts, picking his head up to look at you. You expect to be self-conscious—it’s your first time seeing each other like this, and part of you is still fighting the urge to cover up and preserve your modesty—but the heavy drag of his gaze only makes you feel admired. “Well, anyways, sorry. How close are you?”

“Oh, it’s okay.” You smile at him. Your finger traces the line of a tattoo on his bicep. “Don’t worry about it. I had fun.”

Sirius blinks, and then his brows come down. “Hold on, that’s not fair. I want to get you off.”

“Sirius, it’s really fine. I’m not…” You hesitate. You and Sirius have been friends for a while; it’s not as though you haven’t shared secrets before. And given what you’ve just shared with each other, you shouldn’t probably be embarrassed, but… “I haven’t exactly been…successful at that part of sex before.”

Sirius’ eyebrows furrow as though he doesn’t quite understand what you mean.

“I haven’t come,” you clarify.

His eyes widen, lips parting. It’s horrendously attractive, worse with him still inside you. “You haven’t?”

You shake your head.

“Not ever?”

You shake your head again.

“Not even by yourself?”

“Let’s just assume the answer to all of these questions is going to be no.” He shifts in you slightly, and you squirm. “Can you…?”

“Oh. Yeah, sorry.” Sirius pulls out of you, looking somewhat awed. “So, forgive me, but what exactly are you getting out of this if you don’t expect to come?”

You give him a droll look. “I guess I’m just a giver.”

It’s more true than you let on. You enjoyed yourself more than you expected just now, watching Sirius come, knowing it was the sight of you and the feel of your flesh under his hands that did it. You hope he lets you do it again.

“I don’t have to come to have good sex,” you say in a more genuine tone. “It’s still fun for me.”

“Right. Right, yeah, but—”

“Listen, I’m only telling you so you don’t take it personally. It’s not a you thing, it’s just…” You gesture helplessly. “I’m not sure I can.”

Sirius looks indignant. “I’m sure you can.”

“I haven’t found any proof.”

“Well, it’s—there’s a first time for everybody, doll. Can I try?”

You sit up, drawing your legs closer and forcing him to sit back. “I told you, it’s not you.”

“It could be me, though.” He grins roguishly.

You roll your eyes, fighting a smile. “Don’t make this a pride thing.”

“I’m not. I’m not, babe.” Sirius scoots towards you. He looks at you, sincere. “But it could be any number of factors, you know? Maybe you just haven’t tried the right thing, or there’s a lubrication issue, or something. It would be fun to try.”

You rub your lips together. “It’d probably be a waste of time. And I don’t want you to be disappointed if it doesn’t work.”

“I won’t be,” he promises. He crawls toward you on the bed, taking your ankle in hand to tug you closer. Your heart riots at the sight. “Let’s waste some time, gorgeous. I’ve got nothing else to do tonight. And you said you have fun even if you don’t finish, right?”

“Right,” you admit.

Sirius grins, flashing canines. “Lay back, then. Let me play with you a while.”

It doesn’t take long to figure out that lubrication is not the issue. Between Sirius’ hands and his mouth, you’re spilled like warm honey across his sheets in minutes. He bites marks into your thighs, goes from gentle to masochistic to gentle again with his hands on your breasts, curls his fingers inside you so that you make sounds you don’t recognize. All the while, he calls you sweet names rolled up in taunts, making your cheeks burn and your body seem to give up any will of its own. It begins to feel cruel; the combination of who Sirius is and what he can do to you.

But it’s when he uses his tongue that you start to tremble.

Your hand clamps blindly down on his shoulder, caught between keeping him close and pushing him away. Sirius’ hum, heavy with smugness and intrigue, is a vibration like you’ve never felt before. He takes your clit into his mouth.

It’s altogether too much and not enough. You shift your hips, gasping, but after a while your breaths even into a steadier pant. You start to adjust to this new pleasure. Just when you think you’ve got it under control, you’re safe, Sirius slips his wicked fingers into your entrance again.

“There you are.” His voice thrums with satisfaction as he kisses your clit. “You’ve been so good, sweetheart. So patient.”

“Sirius, I—”

“What?”

“I feel—”

“What, pretty girl?”

“Sirius.”

“Okay, I’m sorry. I’m being mean.” He nibbles ever so gently at your clit, making you jolt away from him. Your walls clench around his fingers. “You’re just so much fun when you’re worked up like this, I can’t help myself.”

He curls his fingers into that torturous spot along your inner wall, and what you want isn’t more sensation, but you can no longer find the words to tell him so. You dig your nails into Sirius’ shoulders and squeeze your eyes shut, feeling on the precipice of something great and terrible. Some kind of wreckage.

“You’re okay, doll,” Sirius soothes. “You’re just fine. You like this, don’t you? Don’t you want to come?”

With his low, sweet question, you do. You wreck like a ship against the shoreline. Splintering, screaming, crashing and drowning. Sirius laughs like the enemy vessel as you do.

It’s some time later when the stars clear from behind your eyes. You let out a shuddering breath. “Fuck.”

“Mhm. That’s usually how it goes.” Sirius is all tenderness now. He kisses up your sweaty, overworked abdomen until he reaches your collarbone, where he nibbles rewardingly. “Good job, sweetness. And good job me, if I do say so myself.”

You open your eyes to peek at him through your lashes. “Aren’t I supposed to say so?”

He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your chin. “Fairly sure you just did. I wouldn’t have guessed you had sounds like that in you.”

“Me neither,” you admit.

“Well, now I’ve got something new to work towards, I suppose.”

“Sirius,” you sigh. “That was the first time I’ve ever come, and it took nearly an hour. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to do that again.”

“Oh, such a defeatist.” Sirius cups your face in his hands, thumbs moving sweetly down your cheeks as he presses a firm kiss to your lips. “I meant getting those sounds out of you again. But don’t worry, gorgeous, we’ll manage both.”

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shouyuus · 7 months ago

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18+, pitfighter!vi brainrot, bc its girl-dinner time tw: sorta smut, sorta obsessive!vi, codependent relationship, not quite yandere but the vibes r kinda there, but still fluffy bc im me duh

pitfighter!vi who fucks you like she's trying to leave a part of herself inside you, who holds you so hard that the next morning, you wake up to the blue-tinted ghosts of her fingers along your hips and thighs, the dull blossoming bruises littering your neck and shoulders, rings in the shape of her teeth like strange, demented flowers (or perhaps like footprints) the way they trail along your skin, inked there for all to see.

pitfighter!vi who fights like she's trying to break everyone else in the same way she wishes she were broken herself, all fevered, focused rage, and none of the restraint. no patience, only the blunted sting of a punch well-aimed, an elbow to the ribs, a knee to the groin, spit trailing out the edge of her mouth, a grin crooked and bloody hinged between her lips bc she knows when she looks up and scans the crowd, she'll inevitably find you there, watching her with your wide, alluring eyes.

pitfighter!vi who thinks she knows the depths and widths of hunger, has seen and felt it all, growing up in the lanes, and there are so many different kinds, aren't there? the kind that aches dull and deep in the stomach, the kind that claws and roars open in her chest, the kind that tingles like spider-poison all along the length of her spine. still, she's never quite felt a hunger like this -- the kind that threatens to consume her from the inside out the first time she sees you, and at first, it might've been a wholly vindictive thing -- perhaps its because there'd been something in the shadow of your smile that reminds her of -- well, it doesn't matter.

but the first time she kisses you (in the crush of bodies on a crowded dance floor, the music too loud, the bottom of her boots tacky with spilled drinks and blood and whatever else), you'd run your thumb along the line of her jaw so gently, traced the lines of her face with a touch so soft it ran a fissure through her car-alarm heart, and when she'd pulled away, you'd smiled as if she'd given you something other than just the jagged, broken bits of herself.

later, you'd told her that you still appreciated it then. bc it looked like that was all she could afford to give; and she gave it to you anyway.

pitfighter!vi who does not think she will ever get enough of you, and still, the more she gets, the more you give, the deeper the hunger grows. it yawns open inside her, huge and dark and cavernous, carving into her the more that it's fed, and by the gods do you feed it -- the way your head tilts back to allow her access to the smooth expanses of your throat, the darling, moon-lit landscape of your bare chest and shoulders, the way you're so pliant beneath her, your trust pouring from you like drink. and she drinks. and drinks. and drinks.

drinks till she's head-dizzy and heart-full. drinks till her vision blurs but for the sight of you, the shape of you so familiar to her waking moments it does not shock her in the least the first time she wakes up in the morning to the after-images of you in her dreams.

pitfighter!vi who, for the first time in her life thought she had lost all direction, but now -- she feels like at least there's still someone worth protecting, worth fighting for. and she knows, she knows it's not entirely healthy, how much and how hard she falls for you, knows that perhaps it is not the best thing for a woman like her to make someone like you the still-point of her turning universe, you, who manages to shine despite the grime that collects in the city around you. you, who is softness made into an act of defiance, who, one night, curled against her side, told her that there's a certain vindication to smiling in the face of a world who would love nothing more than to rip the joy, bleeding and raw from your throat.

"it's not always easy... actually," you laugh, the sound sweet as spring water as it trickles over her skin, "it's really fucking hard but... why not do it anyway?"

"what, be happy?" her own voice is low and cracked from the fight earlier that night. but you'd kissed a line down her throat and told her that you loved it when she moaned.

"yeah. if the whole world wants us sad and angry... what bigger fuck you is there than to be... happy?"

pitfighter!vi who lets you draw the dark lines down her cheeks, but they're neater than she'd done them herself, who kisses your fingertips when they're stained with the black of her hair-dye, who laughs fully for the first time in... she doesn't even remember how long, when you lean forward and trace a tiny mustache with the leftover ink on your fingers right over her mouth. who sinks into the sound of your laughter like a warm bath, letting it soak into her sore muscles, unspool the tension coiled in her shoulders, the rictus threatening to settle in the set of her knuckles.

she lets you sooth over the harms and hurts that had followed behind her, nipping at her heels like disobedient dogs her whole life, lets you kiss her brows and pull her behind you as you point at the new graffiti art that wasn't there the week before.

pitfighter!vi who has always had a fierce love for zaun because it's her home, but has never stopped to consider just how beautiful of a place it is until she meets you -- and it is beautiful, an angry, pulsing, rebellious beauty, raw and dripping with shimmer-soaked ichor. a beauty carved of disparate limbs and desperate parts, one that is hard-earned and well-fought, the same beauty found in the darkest hours of night, right before the morning dawns, the same beauty she finds reflected back at her when she sees her blurred reflection in a pool of spilt blood on the fighting pit's arena floor.

zaun hums to the tune of debauchery, and for the first time, she's with someone who allows her to be greedy, allows her the breadth and width of wanting so freely. and she thinks it might be spiraling into a full-blown obsession, the way she can't go three seconds without thinking about you, wondering where you are, what you're doing, what you're up to. and you always tell her, tell her about the flowers you saw growing from a crack in the sidewalk, the shaft of sunlight hitting a shard of broken glass in just the right way, how sometimes if you close your eyes and listen, the ticking and clicking noises that run like a baseline thrum through the entire city almost sounds like birdsong.

pitfighter!vi who can't say she's ever fallen properly in love (she thinks that perhaps, once, she got real close), but wonders if this is what it feels like, to feel the void of your physical absence like the itch of a phantom limb, so she does everything she can to keep you close, glares at people if their eyes linger too long on you as the pair of you walk down the street, doubles down on her training regime so that she can fend of anyone who even breathes wrong in your direction.

who can't help pouting every time you pull away to do anything -- to grab another bag of snacks, to ask the bartender for another drink, to listen to something loris is saying -- she has to tamp down the urge to pull you back, to meld you to her side and never let go.

pitfighter!vi who starts to get more strategic with her fights, who saves up money now bc she wants to take you out to dinner, or just buy you nice things once in a while. who spends way too many hexes and cogs on a bouquet of fresh flowers, ones that aren't tainted or bred with the faint, sickly shine of shimmer, and she thinks its all worth it to watch the smile break across your face like dawn over a brand new day -- brilliant, blinding.

she blinks, watching with a fond smile as you fuss over the flowers in your tiny apartment, the space small but cozy, everything neat and in its place. you put the flowers into a tall, slightly chipped glass mug and set them by the window, admiring them from this angle, then that.

"y'like them, angel?"

you nod, grinning as you throw your arms around her, "i love them, vi! i love them so much!"

"good. i'm glad you like 'em. just..." her voice trails off; you cock your head.

"just, what?"

she shrugs, "ah -- just, i always thought it was sad getting flowers cause... they'll wilt someday, right?"

but when she looks back at you, still caught up in her arms, you're still smiling. and there's a fox-fire glint in your eyes that makes something in her stomach twist hot.

"well, there's one kind of flower that won't wilt that i wouldn't mind having here all the time..."

vi blinks, a dry heat creeping up the back of her throat, her heart a wild, fluttering thing caught beneath her cage of ribs.

"yeah?" her voice is hoarse as she swallows around the hope pooling on her tongue like blood. "and what kinda flower is that?"

you lean in, your breath a whisper along her parted lips.

"violets."

pitfighter!vi who moves in three days later, with nothing but some old clothes and her punching bag, which you'd already made room for (somehow) hung up from one of the high rafters in the kitchen, next to the tiny dining table tucked into the corner. who spends the next three days fucking you on every available surface (and some unavailable ones, like against the fridge for instance), telling you that it's only right to christen things now that you're officially living together.

who doesn't bother to wonder if things are moving too fast, and dives in head first because that's the only ways she's ever known to how to do things. who thinks, blithely to herself one night, the warm shape of you curled next to her, sleeping so soundly it almost breaks her heart, that you're probably the first good thing she's ever gotten stuck on -- and she's gotten stuck on a lot of things (fighting, boxing, the guilt, the shame, the anger, the world-ending sorrow of losing it all). its one of the things vander had always warned her about.

"you get into things too hard, kiddo -- gotta learn to pace yourself."

but she doesn't care, because hard's what she was raised on, and it's how she plans on loving you, god, if it's the last thing she does, right or wrong, so be it.

pitfighter!vi who still has her bad nights, still drinks a bit too much sometimes, but at least you're always there to keep her from going too far. and you're the only one who can pull her back, the only one she'll listen to when you tug the drink away from her hands and slide it down the bar towards loris, who'll eye it for a second before downing it and settling up the tab, nodding towards you even as you sling an arm around vi's middle to lead her out of the bar.

who still wakes up screaming some nights, her eyes wide and unseeing, scrabbling at you, tugging you into her if only to bury her face in your shoulder, her whole body wracked with dry-heaving sobs.

"my sister used to think there were monsters under the bed, and make me check down there every night before going to bed," she murmurs, her face inches from yours, her words soft and ever so slightly slurred.

you brush your fingers against her cheek, a comforting, repetative motion -- back and forth, back and forth, till her lashes flutter shut.

"guess she was right... but the monsters never wanna stay under the bed, do they? it's like they always... wanna come out and play..."

you let out a breathy laugh, "or maybe," you offer, your voice low and soothing, "they're just as scared as you are. and they're just looking for someone to scare their own monsters away."

pitfighter!vi who is still not good at slow, but sometimes, when she kisses you, she wishes that had the power to hit pause on time, just so she could stretch out the moment and kiss you forever. she thinks that she'll never be good at patience, but sometimes, when you tell her just gimme a sec! when she's waiting for you to get ready before going out to dinner at jericho's or just for a round of drinks at the bar round the corner, her leaning against the doorway watching as you put the finishing touches of your makeup on yourself in the kitchen mirror -- she thinks she'd give you every last second of the rest of her life if you ever asked her to.

pitfighter!vi who, recently, has really, really started hoping that someday soon, you'll actually ask her to.

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astrolook · 3 months ago

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Your Mars & The Type of People You Attract Even When You Don’t Want To

Mars in Aries - You want excitement, not constant drama. But somehow, you end up with people who turn every little thing into a fight. They think passion means throwing a tantrum every time something goes wrong. You’re just here for fun, not a warzone.

Mars in Taurus - You’re just trying to find someone steady, but all you attract are people who act like they’re your owner, not your partner. Suddenly, you’re dealing with jealousy, control, and possessiveness when all you wanted was someone to share a peaceful life with.

Mars in Gemini - You want deep convos, but instead, you attract people who can’t even hold a text conversation. They ghost, then come back acting like nothing happened. It’s like dating someone who’s allergic to consistency, and you’re left wondering why you keep doing this to yourself.

Mars in Cancer - You want emotional depth, but all you get are people who either play games or dip out when things get too real. They leave you questioning if they were ever really there in the first place, while you’re over here drowning in feelings they don’t give a damn about.

Mars in Leo - You’re just looking for someone who can match your vibe, but instead, you attract people who only want to be the center of attention and your life. It’s always about them, their ego, their drama. You’re not their sidekick, but they sure treat you like one.

Mars in Virgo - You want someone reliable, but you end up with people who can’t even handle their own life. You’re stuck trying to fix their messes, while they take no responsibility. It’s like dating a walking disaster, and somehow, you're the cleanup crew.

Mars in Libra - You want harmony, but instead, you get stuck with people who can’t be honest about anything. They avoid confrontation, so you’re left guessing if they’re mad or just...too chill? Meanwhile, you’re the one trying to keep things from falling apart.

Mars in Scorpio- You want someone who’s real, but instead, you keep attracting people who think love means power plays and control. It’s exhausting. Every relationship feels like a game, and you’re left wondering if they even care about you or just winning.

Mars in Sagittarius - You want freedom and adventure, but somehow, you always end up with people who are terrified of commitment. They love the chase, but the second you start getting serious, they bail. You’re not a free ride, but they treat you like one.

Mars in Capricorn - You want someone driven, but you end up with lazy, entitled people who just want to tag along. They don’t want to build with you, they want you to build for them. Suddenly, you’re their personal ladder to success. Who knew relationships came with this much work?

Mars in Aquarius - You want someone who gets your weirdness, but instead, you attract emotionally distant people who treat your feelings like an inconvenience. They’re so busy “thinking” about life that they forget to actually feel it with you. You’re not their intellectual experiment, damn it.

Mars in Pisces - You want a soulmate, but instead, you attract people who drain the hell out of you. They love to play the victim, and you end up taking care of them like they’re your responsibility. You keep giving, and they keep taking. How is that supposed to be love?

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prettygirl-gabi · 4 months ago

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Special Guest

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader

POV: First-person

Fandom: UConn’s Women’s Basketball

Word Count: 1,500+

Summary: we have a special guest for the podcast

Tags: @paigeshirleytemple , @unknowgirlypop , @paigeluvvr , @melpthatsme , @authentic-girl03 , @lessi-lover , @courtsidewithlani

I adjust my mic and glance at Kayla, who’s lounging comfortably against my pillows, setting up her recording equipment.

“So, let me get this straight,” I start, tilting my head at her. “You, Kayla Williams, decided that my dorm—my bed, specifically—was the best place to record this episode?”

Kayla smirks. “You act like this isn’t the most comfortable setup ever. It’s cozy, it’s intimate, it’s giving vibes. Plus, do you really think I was about to record in one of those stiff chairs in the common room? Be so for real.”

I shake my head, laughing. “You just didn’t wanna book a studio.”

“Correct.” She grins, popping a piece of gum into her mouth. “Now, get comfy, and let’s start—”

Before she can finish, my dorm door swings open, and in walks Paige.

Scratch that—drags herself in.

She looks exhausted, still in her practice gear, her low ponytail a little frizzy from sweat, and her duffle bag barely hanging onto her shoulder. She doesn’t say anything, just lets out a deep sigh and makes a beeline for my bed.

“Uh, hey?” I say, watching as she tosses her bag to the floor, taking her ponytail out and flops onto the mattress like she’s been carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders.

Without hesitation, she burrows into me, laying her head directly on my stomach, her arms loosely wrapping around my waist.

I blink down at her. “Paige?”

She hums in response but doesn’t move.

Kayla raises an eyebrow. “Yo, is she good?”

“She had morning practice,” I explain, running a hand through Paige’s locs. “Guess it wiped her out.”

Kayla snickers. “Nah, this is crazy. She didn’t even say hi.”

I poke Paige’s shoulder. “You good, baby?”

Paige nuzzles deeper into me, sighing. “Mhm.”

“Wanna move?”

“No.”

I glance at Kayla, who’s grinning like she’s witnessing something hilarious.

“Oh, she’s whipped,” Kayla says, adjusting her mic. “You sure you still wanna record? Your girl looks real comfortable.”

I glance down at Paige, who’s already breathing slower, her body completely relaxed against mine.

“She’ll be fine,” I say, settling back into the pillows. “If she’s tired enough to fall asleep while we talk for an hour, she probably needs the rest.”

Kayla shakes her head, still smirking. “Alright, your relationship is crazy soft, but let’s get into it.”

She presses record, and just like that, we start the episode.

—

Thirty minutes in, Paige hasn’t moved an inch.

She’s completely knocked out, her breath warm against my hoodie, her arms still lazily wrapped around me. Every now and then, she shifts, sighs, or tightens her grip, but for the most part, she’s dead to the world.

Kayla, of course, is having way too much fun with this.

“Okay, so what I’m gathering,” she says, pointing at Paige’s sleeping form, “is that you got this superstar, face-of-UConn-basketball, Paige Bueckers, so down bad that she literally needs to be on you to function properly?”

I roll my eyes. “She’s just tired.”

Kayla gives me a look. “Nah, see, I’ve known Paige for a while, and I ain’t never seen her like this with anyone else.”

I fight a smile, absentmindedly running my fingers through Paige’s hair. “She likes being close to me. Is that a crime?”

Kayla grins. “Not at all. It’s just hilarious how you try to act all nonchalant about it.” She leans toward the mic dramatically. “Y’all, let it be known that Paige Bueckers is a clingy girlfriend. Possibly the clingiest.”

I chuckle, shaking my head. “She’s not that clingy.”

Kayla gestures at Paige. “Bro. She fell asleep on you mid-podcast. You might as well get her a ‘Property of Y/N’ shirt at this point.”

I bite my lip to keep from laughing. “She does have a hoodie that says ‘Y/N’s Favorite.’”

Kayla howls. “Oh, nah! That’s crazy. Ain’t no way.”

I nod, grinning. “Got it for her last Valentine’s Day.”

Kayla wipes a fake tear. “This is beautiful. True love.”

I shake my head, still smiling as we move on to the next topic.

—

By the time we wrap up the episode, Paige is still dead asleep.

Kayla stretches, cracking her knuckles. “Alright, that’s a wrap. Great episode, and we got bonus content of you being the human equivalent of a teddy bear.”

I snort. “Glad I could provide entertainment.”

Kayla stands, gathering her stuff. “I gotta bounce, but good luck getting your girl off you.” She nudges Paige’s leg. “Yo, Bueckers, you alive?”

Paige groans, barely lifting her head. “Barely.”

Kayla smirks. “Your girl’s free now. You gonna let her move?”

Paige ignores her, instead snuggling back into me, her voice muffled against my hoodie. “No.”

Kayla cackles. “Yeah, I’m outta here.”

She gives me a knowing look before heading for the door. “Text me when you finally escape.”

I roll my eyes. “Bye, Kayla.”

Once she’s gone, I glance down at Paige, brushing a few stray locs out of her face. “You good, sleepyhead?”

Paige hums. “Better now.”

I smile. “You slept through my whole podcast, you know.”

She grins sleepily, eyes still closed. “Best nap I’ve ever had.”

I sigh, shaking my head. “You’re so spoiled.”

She finally cracks one eye open, looking up at me with that soft, lazy smile of hers. “By you? Absolutely.”

I can’t even argue with that. Instead, I kiss her forehead, letting her sink back into me.

She’s gonna be wide awake later, and I should make her get up soon.

But for now?

I let her stay exactly where she is.

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-Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

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rrysbabydoll · 1 month ago

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Hihi Baby

I may got an idea for a next smutshot🙃

So I like your dominant vibe of writing so maybe Dom!Harry and it’s users first relationship so Harry teaches her how to give a proper blowjob 💋💋

Greedy

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

CW: explicit sexual content, oral sex (blowjob), dominance/submission dynamics, age gap, slight face slapping (consensual), power imbalance, light degradation, mild choking/gagging, inexperienced!Y/N.

Synopsis: Harry teaches Y/N how to give a blowjob.

You're sitting on your knees, bare thighs brushing against the plush rug in Harry’s bedroom, and your heart’s racing. You’re still flushed from earlier, your body still sensitive and tingly from the way he made you come apart on his fingers not long ago.

Harry’s on the edge of the bed in a pair of black sweatpants, watching you with that heavy, calm gaze that always makes your stomach flip. He’s shirtless, tattoos stretched across his chest and arms, skin glowing under the warm light. He looks relaxed, only it’s that type of trained relaxed. The kind where you know he’s totally in control, and you’re already slipping into the space where you love to let him lead.

“Ready, bunny?” he asks, voice thick and low, brushing his fingers under your chin to tilt your face up.

You nod, all soft and wide-eyed. “Yes, Daddy.”

He smiles, slow and crooked. “You don’t have to call me that right now. Just wanna teach you something. Show you how to do it right.”

“I wanna be good,” you say quickly.

His eyes soften slightly, the dimple in his cheek twitching. “I know, baby. And you are. But part of being good means listening, yeah?”

You nod again, hair falling forward. He tucks it behind your ears, thumb swiping over your lip. “Alright. Take your time. I’ll guide you.”

You reach out and pull the waistband of his sweats down, hands a little shaky. His cock springs free, heavy and already hard, the tip flushed pink. It always looks too big for you, but that never stops your eager fingers from wrapping around it.

“Go slow, bun,” Harry murmurs as you lean in. “No need to rush.”

You drag your tongue up the length of him, cheeks burning. He tastes like skin and salt and something uniquely him, and you moan a little at just the smell.

“That’s it,” he praises, brushing your hair back. “Don’t open too wide yet. Just kiss it. Get used to how it feels.”

You do, soft kisses to the tip, then down the side, your lips flushed and sticky. But your thighs are squeezing together now, and you can feel your eagerness pressing at your limits. You want to please him. Want to show him you can do more.

So you open wider. And you take the whole head into your mouth.

“Slow,” Harry warns immediately, his voice still gentle but firmer now. “That’s good, but don’t take too much too fast.”

But you don’t want to stop. You want it all. So you go lower, ignoring the stretch in your jaw, trying to take more.

“Y/N—” he warns again, hand tightening slightly in your hair. “Not so deep yet, baby. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

You nod, even with your mouth full. You mean to listen. You do. But you just want him to feel good. So, like before, you start moving again, trying to go even deeper, swallowing until your throat tightens around him.

And then you choke.

Your eyes sting as you gag slightly, nose pressed against his base. You pull off, coughing softly, eyes watering.

He cups your jaw with one hand, the other still in your hair. “What did I just say, bunny?”

You blink, pout forming on your lips. “I just— I wanted to do it right.”

“And what did I say?” he repeats, slower. His voice is low now. Stern.

You look down. “Not to take it all yet.”

He hums. Then lifts your chin. “And you did it anyway.”

You nod silently. Your eyes are watering from the choking and now, from how intense he’s looking at you.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

His fingers moved from your cheek to your jaw, tilting your head up. His expression had darkened, calm but stern.

He gave your cheek the lightest slap, not hard, more of a tap, but firm enough to shock you. You gasped softly, tears instantly welling up.

“Will you listen or not?” he asked, voice quiet but edged with warning.

You nodded again, sniffling. “Yes, yes. I’ll be good. I promise.”

“You’d better,” he said, wiping your tears away with the pad of his thumb. “I don’t like punishing my sweet girl. But if you don’t listen when I’m tryin’ to take care of you, bunny, I’ll make you listen.”

You hiccupped, cheeks burning. “Okay…”

“Good,” he breathes, letting go. “You don’t need to impress me. I’m already proud of you. Let me teach you. I’ll tell you exactly how to take me, how to breathe, how to move. But you have to listen. Understood?”

“Understood,” you whisper.

“Color?” he asks gently, tilting your chin again.

“Green,” you sniffle. “Really.”

He smiles then, presses a kiss to your forehead. “There’s my girl.”

He shifts on the bed, legs spreading a little wider. “Okay. Back to it. I’ll guide you.”

You crawled back between his legs, still teary-eyed but determined. Your fingers trembled a little as you wrapped them around him again. You kissed the tip, soft and apologetic.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured. “Use your tongue. Focus on the tip.”

You obeyed. You licked and sucked gently, letting your tongue swirl over the slit. He groaned softly, and your heart fluttered with pride.

“Hand too, baby. Stroke me while you suck.”

He shows you how to breathe through your nose as you take a little more, and when he sees your eyes flutter, he murmurs, “That’s it. Such a good little bunny. Just like that.”

You moan around him, heat coiling low in your stomach. You love the praise, live for it, and now he’s petting your hair and letting little breathy curses fall from his lips as you work your mouth slowly over him.

“Just like that,” he repeats, voice tighter. “See how much better it is when you listen?”

You hum, eyes fluttering open to look up at him. His jaw is clenched, one hand gripping the sheets now, and you feel pride blooming in your chest.

He groans, low and filthy. “Gonna come if you keep looking at me like that, baby.”

You blink at him innocently, mouth still full, and he huffs a breathless laugh. “You are so dangerous.”

You work him a bit faster now, taking him as deep as he allowed, and when he finally starts to twitch against your tongue, he doesn’t stop you.

“Gonna come in that pretty mouth,” he mutters. “Keep going. Don’t stop.”

And you don’t. You take everything he gives you.

He was getting close, you could tell by the way his breath hitched, the way his hips rolled more urgently.

“Wanna finish on your face, bunny. Want that sweet little mouth to open for me.”

You pulled off him with a pop, mouth sore and wet, and nodded. “Okay,” you whispered, lips shiny and red.

“Stick your tongue out.”

You did, eyes still locked on his. He stroked himself once, twice, and then he was spilling across your tongue and chin, thick and hot. You blinked at the intensity of it, the way he groaned your name.

You stayed still, letting him finish, your cheeks flushed and chest heaving.

Harry leans down immediately, pulls you up off the floor and into his lap. “God, baby. You did so well. So fucking good for me.”

You nuzzle into his neck, body trembling from how overwhelmed and proud you feel. “Really?”

He holds your face in his hands, kissing your forehead again. “Really. Just needed you to listen. You were perfect.”

#harry styles x reader #harry styles #dom harry styles #harry #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fic #harry styles imagine #harry styles smut #harry styles x y/n #harry styles fluff #harry styles blurb

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iboozi · 1 month ago

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Songs of Us | Love me Harder | jjk

pairing: bf! jeongguk / gf! reader (established relationship)

summary: car rides can go both ways

warnings: car sex (lol), unprotected sex, he just loves her a lot

w/c: 3.3k

A/N: another new idea! hoorah!! except this time it's like drabble using the vibes of song names. I get my inspiration from real life things ( see Call me yours) and instead of books I chose songs! I'm planning to make more using titles that I simply love (they're not all romancy and some are very depressing) but if you have any songs that you like to be used, let me know!! I'm always looking to expand my music taste bc I just love love music. I hope you guys enjoy this! This one is Love me Harder by Ariana Grande ;)

p.s im so scared to write smut and this is like the few times i've written it. i hope this isn't cringe at all okaybye

-Zoobi out ��

masterlist

Love me harder

The car was silent. No humming of the engine, no pattering of the rain against the window. Just you and Jeongguk in the confined space of the leather seats. He was perched in the back row, body still, yet the tension in his posture was palpable. His head was tilted towards the rear window, mouth parted in anticipation, eyes clouded not just with lust, but something deeper.

Despite his obvious arousal, you could still feel his hesitation, the way his fists were clenched, the way his breathing was slow and measured, as if he was waiting for something. He was stiffer than usual and wasn’t making any sudden movements. It was like he was… afraid. But you weren’t sure of what. Was it of you? Or was it the situation?

“What’s wrong baby?” you whispered to him, knees brushing the console, eyes refusing to break contact with his.

Jeongguk swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down profusely as he strove to keep his eyes on yours,

“Nothing,”

You studied him closely, the way his gaze flickered between your eyes and his clenched hands. His vulnerability tugged at something inside of you – and you wouldn’t let him bury it any further.

“Don’t lie,” you said crawling over the console and situated yourself onto his parted thighs. Jeongguk hissed, hands reaching for your waist, as he lifted you ever so slightly to prevent you from landing exactly where you wanted to.

“Ah, baby – are you sure?” he asked, one hand leaving your waist and cupping the side of your face.

You nuzzled deeper into the warmth of his hand. How could you not be sure? You had to practically hold yourself back all day, ever since he walked out of the door wearing that.

His olive green shirt was ruffled from the days wear, but your cheeks still warmed as you looked down at him. The embroidery of the bones was different – but in a good way. It was a side of Jeongguk you were still getting used to. Ever since his tattoo sleeve had been completed and the piercings adorning his face had healed, a switch had flipped. He had a drive in him that was waiting to be satiated, and no matter how much of you he had, it was never enough. Only when you mentioned this new side of him, had he slowed down his conquest. In fact, he seemed to have stopped all together.

It was strange, because Jeongguk had never been the type to give up.

You leaned into him, your breath tickling his cheek, and dipped down to lay featherlight kisses along his neck. His scent pulled you in further – a drug that couldn’t be given up – warm and citrusy. His hand continued to cradle your face, his thumb grazing your cheekbone like he was trying to engrave the feeling of your skin into his memory

“Jeongguk,” you hummed. “Talk to me.”

He blinked, eyelashes brushing your forehead, and gazed into your eyes.

“I just… it was what you said last week,” he admitted, voice low and cracked. “I felt like I was doing too much. A-and I didn’t want to mess this up. Not with you.”

Your chest tightened at his words.

Realisation dawned upon you at his words. It made sense now. His stillness. The hesitation that came with touching you. He wasn’t afraid of you – but he was afraid of everything that came with wanting you this much. Jeongguk had always been a cautious guy, even when others thought opposite. He was gentle with his words and careful with his emotions. It was easier to be the façade he put on for others – tattooed, pierced and oozing confidence – than the one who would sit next to you on the bathroom floor for hours when you had a bad day. Or the one who brought you a bouquet of ‘just because’ flowers every week from that flower shop down the road. Just because they matched your outfit. Just because he saw them and though of you. Or just because he loved you.

That Jeongguk – your Jeongguk – was the one sitting in front of you, tears threatening to break free from his eyes.

“You’ve never been too much,” you said gently, your hands brushing the nape of his neck, feeling the goosebumps rise as you tangled your fingers in his hair. “I just want to know you – all of you.”

He looked up at you like he wanted to absorb your words. Like he already had but didn’t know how to express it to you.

Jeongguk’s hands tightened on your waist, bringing him down back to earth.

“You do know me,” he whispered. “You know me better than I know myself.”

You leaned in further until your forehead rested against his, noses brushing, the air between you slowing down, as if it was observing the moment.

“I can always get to know you more,” you murmured.

A silence stretched between you – not the one that brought on uncertainty, but the kind that killed it. The kind that meant everything could be taken slow. You shifted slightly in his lap not to provoke him further, but to settle yourself. Jeongguk’s breath hitched, but he made no action to stop you.

Outside, the sky turned darker, rain still absent, but threatening. Inside, the heat between you both was unmistakeable. But it wasn’t just lust that wandered in through the vents and fogged the windows – there was a layer of something raw, something real that settled over you.

You nudged your nose against Jeongguk’s, to which he parted his lips once more.

Taking the opportunity he presented, you pressed your lips against his. Soft, at first. Nothing more than a question. A whisper of a touch, like you were dipping your toes in water to test the warmth. Jeongguk responded slowly, moulding his lips to fit yours, the grip on your waist tightening in contrast to his gentle mouth.

There was no urgency – only understanding.

With every second that passed, you could taste the unshed words between you, the way his breath stuttered as it escaped through his nose, and the way his hands ghosted up the back of your shirt, like he didn’t trust himself not to leave marks all along you. When you pulled away, there was barely an inch of space between you – just enough to look at him his puffy lips.

Jeongguk’s eyes flickered open, as if he was waking from a dream, but still – you saw the boy you loved so deeply in them. The one who triple checks his laces to make sure they’re not undone. The one who dances while cooking you food. And the one that checks you’re warm enough at night before pulling you into his arms, regardless of the answer.

“I want you so much that it hurts me,” he admitted, voice breaking like a wave crashing against the shore.

A beat passed. You pressed further into him.

“You can want me,” you whispered to him. “You can have all of me.”

His jaw tensed, and relaxed, hands slipping higher under your shirt to caress your shoulder blade. Skin to skin.

You kissed his jaw in return. Once. Twice. Then the corner of his mouth, his cheek, his temple. Each press of your lips was a quiet reassurance, that released the tightness in Jeongguk’s figure. “Let me hold your pain,” you murmured against his skin. “Give it to me baby.”

Jeongguk breathed out shakily, forehead dropping to your shoulder as he tried to steady himself. His arms curled around you and tightened. He held you like he was afraid to lose you – like the only thing keeping him stable was the steady beating of your hearts against one another.

“I…I don’t want to hurt you,” he confessed into the crook of your neck. “I just… I just want to be what you need, what you deserve,”

You grasped his jaw gently, forcing him to look up at you.

“You’ve never done anything wrong. I choose you. In this life. In the next. You’re all I want. You’re all I need.” You whispered softly, your voice firm with the certainty of your love

And that was all Jeongguk needed – because when he kissed you again, it wasn’t a whisper. It was a shout from the clifftops. It was all of him.

Outside, the first drop of rain finally tapped against the windshield. But inside, it was just you and Jeongguk. The car was achingly small, leather seats pressing against both of you as you shifted around to find a comfortable position, but you were too excited.

You returned Jeongguk’s kiss with the same sense of urgency and encouraged his hands to continue their exploring. He was deliberate in the way his hands traced your skin, a stark contrast to the way he held you before. His fingers glided across the delicate dip of your spine as his mouth found your neck, sucking with a hunger that made your head spin.

You gasped, the sound caught in your throat as his lips travelled to the base of your neck, down over your collarbone, breath hot and needy.

You angled your head back, granting him more access, and his hands slid out of your shirt to cup the back of your head as he deepened the kiss, tongue slipping past your lips with an intensity that caught you by surprise. Body moving instinctively, you pinned yourself against him, feeling the hardness of his chest against yours. You could feel the heat of his desire radiating through his t-shirt, like it was something that you could touch and keep hold of.

Jeongguk’s hands, no longer hesitant in their movement, slid down to your hips and pulled you flush against him. You felt the undeniable hardness of him beneath you, and the realisation had your skin warming up even more. He groaned low in his throat, grip tightening on you as he fought to keep control, even though his conscious was begging for him to lose it.

“Fuck…” he breathed heavily against your lips, hands lifting your shirt higher, fingers stroking over your stomach, leaving a trail of butterflies in their wake. Your arms lifted to accommodate his actions, letting him slide your shirt off and toss it down beside you.

He paused as he looked up at you, eyes glistening in delight and you took that as the chance to reach down for his own shirt, sliding it up with trembling fingers. When it was discarded to the side next to yours, you grazed your hands over the planes of his muscles and traced the tattoos covering his right arm, feeling as his body tensed up under your touch.

Jeongguk let out a low groan as your hands moved up and down his arm, fingers tracing his tattoos as his head fell back against the headrest in pleasure. “You’re driving me crazy,” he muttered, voice hoarse as he reached for your belt loop, pulling you even closer to him. His lips met your jaw once more and he ventured up to nibble the lobe of your ear as if he couldn’t get enough of your scent, enough of the warmth you were exuding.

You shivered, hands clutching his arms as you kissed him again, rougher this time, as your tongues lapped up against each other. The world outside the car no longer existed. There was only your heat, your bodies fitting together like a puzzle – and the way he was kissing you, like nothing else mattered to him but this turning point.

His hands slid up your back, tugging at your bra strap, fingers working with an impatience that matched your own. You moaned softly as his fingers eased your straps down your shoulders, pressing against him, hands moving to his belt. In one tug, you unbuckled it and pulled slowly. The sound of his belt hitting the car seat was almost drowned out by the sound of your heavy breaths, tangling with each other’s.

Jeongguk’s breathed hitched as your hand slid lower, tracing the hard outline of him through his jeans. He exhaled, the sharp sound sending a spike straight through your core. “Baby… please don’t tease me.”

You didn’t reply to his words. Instead, you unzipped his jeans, the sound resonating through the car and tugged. Jeongguk lifted his hips to assist your actions, whilst pulling down your jeans eagerly at the same time. It was a struggle in the tight space, but that only seemed to heighten the tension between you. You both shared a breathless laugh, the sound of it shaky with anticipation.

As you resituated yourself on his bare thighs, skin prickling where it met his, you looked up at Jeongguk again.

“Hi,” you whispered, nose nudging his.

Jeongguk smiled, dimples on display, “Hi.”

You reached for his shoulders and grinded ever so slightly against him. Jeongguk moaned, hands finding their place on your hips once more as you moved up and down. His mouth found one of your breasts, and he sucked softly. You hummed in pleasure, clit brushing his lower stomach. You pulled back ever so slightly to look at Jeongguk.

He looked at you half-dazed, pout evident on his face and you kissed him lightly, shoulders shaking in silent laughter.

“I’m taking my time,” you told him, hand moving to his hair. You pulled, “Got it?”

He nodded, and you released his hair. You smiled, leaned back and reached down to brush aside the scrap of fabric covering you and pulled it to the side, baring yourself to Jeongguk.

He swallowed whatever he wanted to say and skimmed his inked hand down your thigh to meet yours. He pushed your hand out of the way and thumbed your folds, collecting your built up arousal. Bringing his hand up to his lips, he extended his tongue out to savour the taste of you. Maintaining eye contact, he repeated his previous actions, teasing your entrance every time he grazed your clit.

You let out a breathless moan, and squirmed, in hopes of him getting your message. Jeongguk – the little shit – just smiled at you, pretending to not know what you wanted.

You frowned at him and decided to take matters into your own hands. Leaning forwards, you grasped his shoulders and shuffled forwards until you were directly above his stiff length.

Jeongguk let out a guttural groan and placed his head at the base of your neck, taking deep breaths. Finally getting a hold of himself, he trailed his lips up your neck, biting and kissing with a tenderness that left you mildly dazed.

“Are you gonna take me?”, he mumbled against the column of your throat, the low vibration of his voice leaving goosebumps in its trail.

You nodded frantically and swatted his shoulders as he laughed at your enthusiasm. Your fingers dug into his back, dragging him forwards, the urge to feel him, all of him, overcoming you.

You stretched down to his hardness and moved your hand up and down with a featherlight touch. Jeongguk gasped and bucked his hips on impulse to meet your touch, but you just smiled at him – a replica of his earlier movements.

He bit his lip, and wrinkled his brow in annoyance, but instantly caught on to what you were doing as you stopped your stroking.

“Bad idea baby,” he grumbled, voice thick with arousal, and grabbed your waist.

Before you could realise what he was doing, he pushed you down onto his length in one go. You couldn’t help but cry out at the sudden stretch and the feeling of him inside you as you yanked his shoulders towards you.

Jeongguk paused and raised his hand to brush back a strand of hair that had fallen out of your ponytail. He cupped your jaw and gazed into your eyes, looking for any sign that you didn’t want this.

But you were waiting for this. And now that you had this, had him, you wouldn’t ever let go. You rubbed your cheek into his hand, giving him the go sign and he softly pecked your forehead. It was such a simple action, but it made your heart swell up with even more desire for the man before you.

You kissed him, channelling all the emotions and words you wanted him to know and feel, and he returned it, almost as if he was saying ‘I already know’.

When he finally moved against you, it was languid at first, hips rolling up to meet yours in a deliberate and steady rhythm. You gasped in bliss and clutched him tighter to you, tongue tangling with his as he set a pace that made your mind go blank. He was relentless, yet teasing at the same time, grip tightening on your waist as he deepened the pace, each movement reaching further into you, into your soul.

The air was dense with heat, with the need to feel each other, to join as one. Jeongguk’s breath was ragged in your ear, voice breaking as he whispered your name like a mantra, like he was holding onto something fragile, something he was scared to lose.

“Fuck…” he sighed, voice hoarse. “I need you baby. So fucking bad.”

And you did exactly that. You met him at every thrust, body moving in time with his, pushing him higher and pulling him deeper. Every inch of you was burning with a hunger for him, every touch, every kiss and every noise he let out was a silent testament to the unbreakable bond you were creating.

There was no place for hesitation. Only the frantic, desperate need to be with each other in the most unguarded and vulnerable way.

You moaned in Jeongguk’s ear,

“I’m gonna –”

He encouraged you by pushing deeper, if that was even possible,

“Give it to me baby. All of it,”

You choked out a moan at your release and tightened your hold on him as you shook out the rest of your climax.

Jeongguk followed you, hot and heavy in pursuit, and groaned as he spilled into you. He continued with a few feeble thrusts and lay his head back, trying to catch his breath.

You collapsed onto him, head resting on his sweaty chest as you exhaled heavily. The pounding in your chest slowed as the rhythm of his heartbeat echoed against your ears. His skin was warm beneath you, damp from exertion, but the sensation brought you comfort, like the moment would live on forever.

Jeongguk let out a low laugh, hand brushing up your back, fingers lightly tracing circles as if he, too, was memorising this moment. The scent of his skin – an intoxicating blend of citrus and musk – wrapped around you, grounding you as desire threatened to rise up again.

“That was… intense,” you murmured, voice muffled by his chest.

He laughed once more. “Intense? Baby that was nothing,”

You shot him a half-hearted glare, but it was hard to keep it up when you remembered he was still in you, feeling his warmth the irregular pulsing of him.

“Whatever,”

Jeongguk pulled you up, lips finding your collarbone and pressed delicate kisses along the bone, making your skin flare beneath his mouth. You twisted his hair in your fingers and pulled him up to meet your eyes. They were dark pools of something fierce and fragile all at once, reflecting the struggle that you touched on before.

You smiled softly and kissed his cheek. Then the other. And one final kiss on his forehead.

“I love you Jeongguk,” you whispered.

He looked at you. Really looked at you. The fragility melted away and all you saw was the softness of his gaze.

“I love you…more than I know how to say,” he breathed, voice breaking as he gazed at you, as if he was still trying to understand the depth of his own feelings.

A second passed and you smiled, heart beating with a tenderness that only came from his words,

“Impossible,”

Jeongguk chuckled at your expression, and pulled you into him once more,

“Oh yeah? Let me show you.”

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saintshadow · 24 days ago

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What should you be aware of?

pile i

The fact that you’re better off than you assume yourself to be. I get the vibe you constantly worry for no real reason. Idk you just seem pessimistic in my personal opinion. I feel like you’re realizing things are okay. You could be coming into the deeper parts of adulthood. (25+) or even finally reaching your 20’s! Though I do sense this is 25+ vibes. 30 is the number I keep hearing in specific. It seems like you have a problem of dissatisfaction. Things just aren’t ever good enough for you, and honestly I see WHY you feel that way. Like security/abundance is cool, but feeling like that spark inside of you isnt being fed sucks real bad. I feel like you could be experiencing a lot of mundane disturbances & annoyances. Feeling as if you are unappreciated or underdeserved by those around you even. Sometimes your head gets in the clouds and you need to refocus and ground. You are easily hurt/offended and have tendencies towards bitterness- I understand WHY, dgmw. It’s just that you need to be more hyper aware of this because it’s starting to affect your relationships.

pile ii

Change, I keep hearing change by deftones. You’re honestly a bit of an emotionally vacuous hole sometimes. Like you forget how to consider other people or connect with them empathetically because you have little to no empathy for yourself. I feel like this is NATURALLY who and how you are, but sometimes you have to try to connect or reach out more. I feel like this pile kind of already knows everything they need to be aware of. Some of you could struggle with fear or anxiety with water? Idk why that just came to me, you’re going through some pretty uncomfortable changes and transformations. Others could be uncomfortable with you because of this. Like you almost don’t seem like you’re able to effectively communicate or meaningfully connect with the world around you because you’re uncovering some kind of divine wisdom inside of yourself through this transformation.

pile iii

Things are improving, even if it feels like you are still stuck you will be free, for some reason I’m thinking of silk moths. How difficult it is for them to get out of their cocoon, you could feel stuck in the cocoon so to speak but I think your molting process is actually just beginning. Perhaps you fear never leaving the cocoon, you feel trapped and exposed in it as if you can’t seem to just be free. I sense emotions of embarrassment and rage, it feels like life has not been fair to you. It usually isn’t fair to anyone unfortunately, but regardless; you’ll find soon that things are getting less painful. Some of you could be struggling because you don’t see that now is a time to shed and not take physical life action. This is why your plans keep getting blocked, because you’re becoming a whole version of yourself. Meaning that you have to let go of the protection of the cocoon. As much as you hate the cocoon, you remain stuck inside of it, it’s like there are little webs and pieces you aren’t seeing that all this fussing and movement in your cocoon is helping remove to make your molting process easier. Have faith and chill out. 🫡

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plutosunshine · 2 months ago

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What Do You Need to Leave Behind? South Node in Houses

The South Node represents habits, traits, and experiences you’ve already mastered – whether that’s from past lives, early life, or just deeply ingrained patterns. It’s like your cosmic comfort zone, the stuff you’re so good at that it’s almost second nature. But it’s also the stuff that can hold you back if you cling to it instead of moving toward your North Node – your soul’s growth path in this lifetime.

South Node in the 1st house

Alright, so if your South Node is in the 1st house, it’s basically telling you that you’ve been the main character in your past lives – like, the star of your own movie. You were all about self-reliance, independence, doing things your way, and maybe being a bit... self-absorbed. Think of it like you were the lead singer of a one-person band.

But now? The universe is like, “Okay, cool, we get it – you’re great at doing you. But it’s time to let someone else hold the mic.” The North Node in the 7th House is where you’re headed, and that’s all about partnerships, relationships, and learning to dance to someone else’s rhythm without stepping on their toes.

So what do you need to leave behind? That “me first” mentality. The lone wolf routine. The urge to go solo when things get complicated. You’re not here to be the star of the show anymore – you’re here to learn how to share the stage, harmonize, and sometimes even be the supporting act. And yeah, it might feel weird at first, like wearing someone else’s shoes. But it’s not about losing yourself – it’s about discovering how much more powerful you can be when you’re not doing everything alone.

South Node in the 2nd house

If your South Node is in the 2nd house, you’ve been the collector, the builder, the hoarder of stuff – and not just material stuff, but values, habits, comfort zones. You were all about securing the bag, holding onto what’s yours, and feeling safe through stability and possessions. Think of it like being the dragon sitting on a mountain of gold, guarding your stash like, “Mine. All mine.”

But now, with your North Node in the 8th House, the universe is like, “Alright, Smaug, time to let go of that gold and dive into the deep, murky waters of intimacy, transformation, and shared resources.” Basically, it’s not about what you own anymore – it’s about what you’re willing to share, merge, and let go of. Scary? Yeah. Necessary? Also yeah.

So, what do you need to leave behind? The need to clutch onto stuff, money, comfort, and old values like they’re life rafts. The “I have to do it all myself” mentality. It’s time to loosen your grip and trust that true security isn’t about what’s in your bank account – it’s about being able to face the unknown, connect deeply, and transform through intense experiences.

South Node in the 3rd house

If your South Node is in the 3rd house, you were the communicator, the curious cat, the info junkie in past lives – or even earlier in this one. You were all about collecting facts, chatting it up, staying in the know, and keeping things light and local. Basically, you were the person who knew everyone’s business and had a hot take on everything. Gossip queen vibes, but like, in a scholarly way.

Now, with the North Node in the 9th House, the universe is like, “Cool, you know a lot of stuff, but what do you actually believe in?” It’s time to zoom out, go big picture, and step into deeper, more expansive territory – think philosophy, spirituality, higher learning, and straight-up life purpose. Less small talk, more soul talk.

So, what do you need to leave behind? The constant chatter, the endless trivia, the tendency to stay in your immediate environment instead of exploring the big, wide world. You’ve mastered the art of the quick convo – now it’s time to dive into something more profound, even if it means leaving behind what’s familiar.

South Node in the 4th house

If your South Node is in the 4th house, you were the homebody, the nurturer, the one keeping the family legacy intact – maybe even the one clinging to the past like it’s a cozy old blanket with a few too many holes in it. You were all about emotional security, family roots, and staying where it’s safe and familiar. Think of it like being the ultimate couch potato in the house of comfort.

But now, with your North Node in the 10th House, the universe is like, “Alright, enough with the Netflix and nostalgia – it’s time to get out there and make a name for yourself.” This lifetime is about stepping out of the family nest, taking on some big goals, and claiming your place in the world. It’s less about where you came from and more about what you’re building out there in the spotlight.

So, what do you need to leave behind? The urge to hide away, stay small, and keep all your focus on your inner world or family drama. The past was all about comfort – now it’s about courage. It’s not that you’re abandoning your roots; you’re just learning to stand tall and make your own mark.

South Node in the 5th house

If your South Node is in the 5th house, you were the life of the party, the artist, the drama queen, the romantic – basically, the one who was all about self-expression, fun, and chasing that main character energy. You were the star of your own soap opera, all passion and flair, soaking up the spotlight like a cat in a sunbeam.

But now, with your North Node in the 11th House, the universe is like, “Okay, superstar, time to get off the stage and join the crowd.” This life isn’t about your personal spotlight – it’s about the bigger picture, the collective, the squad. Less “Look at me!” and more “How can we make a difference together?” It’s about friendships, groups, causes, and the wider community.

So, what do you need to leave behind? The need for constant validation, the desire to always be the center of attention, and the tendency to prioritize personal pleasure over the greater good. You’re moving from personal passion projects to collaborating on something that benefits more than just you. It’s not about losing your shine – it’s about sharing it and making it count.

South Node in the 6th house

If your South Node is in the 6th house, you were the worker bee, the perfectionist, the one who always had a to-do list a mile long. You were all about routines, responsibilities, and getting stuff done – maybe to the point of overworking yourself or getting caught up in the little details. Basically, you were the person who couldn’t relax until everything was perfectly organized, labeled, and color-coded.

But now, with your North Node in the 12th House, the universe is like, “Hey, chill out. It’s time to let go, tune in, and vibe with the universe.” This life isn’t about micromanaging every detail – it’s about surrender, spirituality, and letting your intuition take the wheel. It’s less about the daily grind and more about the big, cosmic picture.

So, what do you need to leave behind? The need to control every little thing, the obsession with productivity, the constant hustle. You’re moving from spreadsheets to soul work, from checklists to dreams, from doing to being. It’s not about being lazy – it’s about learning to trust that there’s more to life than just ticking boxes.

South Node in the 7th house

If your South Node is in the 7th house, you were the relationship guru in past lives – the plus-one, the partner, the one who always had someone else to lean on or take care of. You were all about connection, compromise, and keeping the peace, sometimes to the point of losing yourself in the process. Basically, you were the person who’d say, “Whatever you want, babe,” even if it meant putting your own needs on the back burner.

But now, with your North Node in the 1st House, the universe is like, “Hey, it’s time to focus on YOU.” This lifetime isn’t about being someone’s sidekick or the ultimate team player – it’s about stepping into your own power, owning your individuality, and figuring out who you are without anyone else’s input. Less “we” and more “me,” but not in a selfish way – in a self-discovery way.

So, what do you need to leave behind? The habit of always putting others first, people-pleasing, and relying on relationships to define you. You’re moving from partnership mode to solo mission – from blending in to standing out. It’s not about cutting people off; it’s about learning to stand strong on your own two feet.

South Node in the 8th house

If your South Node is in the 8th house, you were the deep diver, the shadow worker, the intense, mysterious one. You were all about merging with others, dealing with heavy stuff like secrets, power dynamics, and deep emotional bonds – maybe to the point of being a little too entangled in other people’s drama. Think of it like being the detective in everyone’s business, always searching for the hidden motives.

But now, with your North Node in the 2nd House, the universe is like, “Hey, enough with the emotional rollercoaster – it’s time to build something solid for yourself.” This life is about grounding, stability, and learning to rely on your own resources rather than getting caught up in everyone else’s chaos. It’s less about intense, transformative connections and more about simple pleasures, self-worth, and making your own money.

So, what do you need to leave behind? The habit of getting too wrapped up in other people’s baggage, the obsession with digging for hidden truths, the tendency to rely on shared resources or emotional intensity to feel alive. You’re moving from deep waters to solid ground – from emotional enmeshment to self-reliance.

South Node in the 9th house

If your South Node is in the 9th house, you were the philosopher, the wanderer, the big-picture thinker – basically, the one who was all about seeking truth, exploring far and wide, and preaching your beliefs like you had all the answers. You were the traveler, the guru, the person with a passport full of stamps and a head full of grand ideas.

But now, with your North Node in the 3rd House, the universe is like, “Alright, professor, it’s time to bring it back down to earth.” This life isn’t about the epic quest for meaning – it’s about the everyday stuff. It’s less about shouting your truth from a mountaintop and more about having real conversations, listening to others, and staying connected to your local world. It’s about taking all those big ideas and breaking them down into bite-sized, relatable pieces.

So, what do you need to leave behind? The need to always be the teacher, the tendency to get lost in big theories while missing what’s right in front of you, and the habit of looking for answers somewhere far away instead of right here, right now. You’re moving from grand adventures to daily interactions – from searching for truth to sharing what you know in a way that people can actually use.

South Node in the 10th house

If your South Node is in the 10th house, you were the boss, the achiever, the one with the five-year plan and a LinkedIn profile that probably looked like a novel. You were all about career, status, reputation – basically, climbing the ladder, getting the gold star, and being seen as someone Important with a capital “I.” Think of it like you were the CEO of your past life, but maybe at the expense of your inner life.

But now, with your North Node in the 4th House, the universe is like, “Hey, it’s time to hang up the power suit and come home.” This life isn’t about external success – it’s about internal fulfillment, family roots, emotional security, and building a foundation that actually feels like you. It’s less about public recognition and more about personal connection.

So, what do you need to leave behind? The obsession with climbing the social ladder, the need to prove yourself through external achievements, and the tendency to prioritize work over real, heartfelt connections. You’re moving from boardrooms to living rooms – from applause from the crowd to quiet moments with people who truly know you.

South Node in the 11th house

If your South Node is in the 11th house, you were the social butterfly, the group connector, the one who was all about the collective – the friend who knew everyone, the activist, the team player. You were all about big networks, big ideas, and big visions for the future. Think of it like you were the president of every club, rallying people around a cause, but maybe forgetting about your own personal passions along the way.

Now, with your North Node in the 5th House, the universe is like, “Okay, cool – you know how to be a part of the group. Now it’s time to step into the spotlight and do your own thing.” This life isn’t about blending in with the crowd – it’s about standing out, expressing your unique creativity, and embracing a little (or a lot) of main character energy. It’s about going from “We” to “Me” – not in a selfish way, but in a self-actualizing way.

So, what do you need to leave behind? The tendency to stay detached, to focus on the greater good while ignoring your own heart, and the habit of putting the group’s goals above your own desires. You’re moving from the hive mind to the stage – from being one of many to being unapologetically, creatively, and vibrantly yourself.

South Node in the 12th house

If your South Node is in the 12th house, you were the mystic, the recluse, the dreamer – basically, the one who lived in another dimension, always lost in the spiritual or subconscious realms. You were all about solitude, surrender, and escaping reality – maybe even a little too good at disappearing into your own world. Think of it like you were the monk on the mountain, meditating for days, but not exactly grounded in the everyday stuff.

Now, with your North Node in the 6th House, the universe is like, “Hey, time to come back down to earth and get your hands dirty.” This life isn’t about floating away into the ether – it’s about showing up, building healthy routines, taking care of your body, and being of service in a practical, grounded way. It’s less about transcending reality and more about mastering the art of everyday life.

So, what do you need to leave behind? The tendency to withdraw, to avoid responsibilities, to get lost in the dreamworld instead of dealing with the here and now. You’re moving from cosmic clouds to daily checklists – from “It’s all a dream” to “How can I actually make this work in real life?”

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gojosconsort · 3 months ago

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YOUR WRITING'S GOOD, GURL. thinking about reader's birthday while being a polyamorius relationship with satosugu, and they deciding to make her live quite the amazing night... hope you vibe with this. have a nice week.

“happy birthday, princess,” SATORU drawls, that cocky grin plastered on his face as he leans against the kitchen counter, tossing a strawberry up and catching it in his mouth. SUGURU smirks beside him, stirs some fancy cocktail he’s whipped up. you sit there, still in your cute little birthday dress, clueless about how these two schemed all day to turn your night upside down.

“got plans for you,” suguru says, voice smooth as silk, slides the drink your way. “real special ones.” his hand brushes yours—deliberate, warm—and satoru chuckles, already peeling off his shades like he’s about to start some shit.

“special?” you tease, sip the drink, taste the bite of liquor. “what, you gonna spoil me or somethin’?”

“oh, we’ll spoil you alright,” satoru quips, steps closer, towers over you with that smug energy. “gonna ruin you too.” he winks, and suguru rolls his eyes but doesn’t disagree—just grabs your wrist, pulls you off the stool, leads you to the bedroom where the real party waits.

suguru pulls you into the bedroom, satoru right behind, and the air shifts—thick with heat, their eyes locked on you like you’re the only thing that matters. they don’t waste time. suguru shoves you down onto the bed, gentle but firm, yank your dress up, palms greedy on your thighs while satoru presses behind you, lips ghost your neck, teeth graze your skin. “fuck, look at her—all dolled up for us,” satoru murmurs, voice low, hot against your ear. “birthday girl’s gonna get fucked silly.” suguru rips your panties clean off and spreads your thighs wide, stares at your pussy like it’s gold.

satoru yanks the straps of your dress down, frees your tits, grabs them rough while suguru dives in first—tongue flat, licks a fat stripe up your slit, groans loud. “too much already?” satoru teases, smirks when you whimper. “she’s good—wet as fuck, though,” suguru says, voice muffled, lips slick already.

satoru laughs, slides down, pushes suguru’s head aside just enough to join—two mouths on your cunt now. satoru’s tongue flicks your clit, fast and messy, while suguru sucks lower, laps at your hole, slurps your juices like they’re starving. their lips brush each other, wet and sloppy, fight over you—satoru moans into your pussy, suguru growls, and you can’t breathe, legs shake hard, hands grab their hair.

“fuck—guys—” you gasp, voice breaks, hips buck up. they don’t stop—satoru pulls back, spits on your clit, watches suguru lick it up, then swaps, shoves his tongue deep inside you while suguru sucks your clit between his lips. they trade again, relentless, eat you out like animals, noses bump, chins drip, your pussy’s a fucking mess—slick everywhere, their spit, your cum.

your body jerks, cums hard—pussy spasms against their mouths, coats satoru’s lips and suguru’s chin. they don’t pull off right away—satoru licks through it, slurps your clit, milks every twitch, while suguru presses his tongue deeper, drinks you up, groans like it’s his lifeline. you’re a mess, thighs quake, can’t even moan anymore—just wheeze their names, “satoru—suguru—fuck—” as they finally ease back.

“damn, so hot,” satoru says, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, grins wide. suguru smirks, licks his lips slow, deliberate, eyes dark on you. “think she’s done, huh?” they share a look—trouble—and flip you fast. you land on your back, legs flop open, still dazed, pussy throbs from the orgasm. suguru grabs your ankles, yanks them up, hooks them over his shoulders, lines his cock up—thick, hard, leaks precum. he slides in, slow at first, then slams deep, fills you so full your toes curl.

satoru’s not idle—crawls up, straddles your chest, dick bobs in your face, heavy and flushed. “open up, birthday girl,” he teases, taps it on your lips, smears precum there. you part them, tongue out, and he pushes in—fucks your mouth steady, lets you gag a little, loves it. suguru picks up pace, hips snap, cock drags against your walls, hits that spot that makes you see stars. “fuck, she’s tight after cumming,” he grunts, hands dig into your thighs.

they don’t let up—suguru leans forward, bends you in half, pounds harder, balls slap your ass loud. satoru shifts, angles his cock deeper down your throat, chokes you just right, pulls out to let you gasp, then dives back in. “look at her—takes us both so good,” satoru pants, voice rough. suguru reaches down, rubs your clit fast with his thumb—overstimulated, you squirm, moan around satoru’s dick, cum again quick, pussy squeezes suguru tight.

suguru’s breath hitches, hips stutter, face twists—too much. “fuck—gonna cum,” he growls, voice cracks, hands grip your thighs tight enough to bruise. he’s right there, balls tight, ready to blow.

“not so fast,” satoru snaps, pulls his dick from your mouth with a wet pop, smirks like a bastard. he shoves off your chest, grabs you by the waist, yanks you off suguru mid-thrust—your pussy gapes, slick drips, and suguru groans, pissed. “you fucker,” he spits, his poor cock twitches in the air, red and throbbing, denied.

“you love it,” satoru fires back, laughs sharp, flops onto his back on the bed. he drags you over him, spins you quick—reverse cowgirl, your ass faces him, pussy hovers over his fat cock. “ride me, birthday girl,” he says, slaps your thigh and lines himself up. you sink down, take him in one go, that thick stretch burns so good—your head tips back, lips part, a slutty little “oh” slips out.

suguru scowls, but he’s on you fast—kneels in front, grabs your face, kisses you hard, teeth and tongue and swallows your moans. satoru thrusts up, lazy but deep, cock drags inside you, makes your ass bounce. your hand fumbles, finds suguru’s dick—still hard, slick with your cum—wraps around it, strokes him sloppy, fast. he grunts into your mouth, bites your lip, tastes the mess satoru left there.

“fuckin’ tease,” suguru mutters against you, but he’s lost in it—hips buck into your fist, pre-cum smears your fingers. satoru laughs behind you, grabs your hips, slams you down harder—skin slaps loud, your tits jiggle, pussy squelches around him. “she’s so good for us,” satoru pants, voice smug. “look at her—jerking you off while i fuck her stupid, such a good girl.”

“best gift ever, huh?” satoru pants, smug as hell as he stretches you raw, thrusts deeper. suguru smirks, cock throbs in your hand, “best fuckin’ birthday.” and you only moan between them, lost in it—yeah, best birthday ever.

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grimmsbride · 3 months ago

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feel it …. ! ₊ཾִ ᖫྀ ⁣⁣.

headcap!mark, viltrumite!mark, lenseless!mark, & shiesty!mark & chubby/curvy!reader╲ they’re superheros, do you really think a little (or even a lot) of chub bothers them??

𖥔 ࣪˖ author’s notes⠀⎯ mark loves woman of all sizes like it’s the truth, and i’m plenty sure his variants feel the same or at least a little similar (and if they don’t?? who cares! 😚) as always please excuse any typos and grammar mistakes

HEADCAP!MARK.

( you can’t run. )

headcap! mark doesn’t go easy on anyone, not a little purple kid and especially not you. he enjoys pushing limits in your relationship, especially in the bedroom.

each thrust is rough, each rut is deep; stirring you up and leaving you to do nothing but take every single strike. and the man’s behavior is only exemplified the moment he realizes you simply can not escape him. granted, if you were any smaller you wouldn’t be able to either, but; with how tightly headcap!mark is gripping you, you can’t run.

and that fact will always rile him up.

the man hadn’t even fully slipped out of his suit before pursuing you; previously carelessly tearing at his pants and tossing them to the side. hands were all over your body, securing around your hips, waist, thighs, everywhere he could reach as his hips rutted against you.

your body shook with each powerful thrust, pleasure thundering through your body as he fucked you with no mercy. you couldn’t get accustomed to anything, it was far too much, tears streaming down your face as you rocked against your mattress. your fingers clawed against the plush blankets, sweet muffled moans escaping into the damp fabric.

headcap!mark was so deep, deeper then you sure was humanly possible; pressing up against your cervix, rubbing against that little spot that had you throbbing. and when you felt his hand switch around your body to spread your folds just a bit more— easily finding that little bud nestled between them, you couldn’t help but whine, pitching into a little shriek when he rubbed fierce circles upon the bud.

desperately you tried to crawl away, surely scratching up your blanket from how tightly you were holding. you got an inch, only an inch before headcap!mark’s free arm was slithering around your waist, pulling your ass flush against him.

“ah, ah..” the man tutted, lips curled into the shittiest little grin as he stared down at your withering body. “keep trying to run and you might hurt yourself..” the words meaning only seemed to amplify the moment his hand rose, quickly taking both of your wrists and pressing them right against the bed— all while leaning over to lay over you completely, trapping you.

you weeped softly, feeling your combined juices trickle down your thighs as pathetic little begs escaped your bruised lips. with the closeness you could hear the way he chuckled so deeply, feel his chest fall and rise with each release.

“m—mark.. fuck, please, please—!”

“shh.. let me show you how much i missed you.”

VILTRUMITE!MARK.

( you don’t trust how strong he is? how rude, he’ll just have to show you. )

it’s common knowledge strength is the most important value to the viltrum empire. every moment of their life is a battle, and if you fail to come out on top it’s death. plain and simple.

only this wasn’t a fight viltrumite! mark was used to. falling for you, learning how little you valued your body. he didn’t care to understand it really, but it did tick him off when you were always so.. scared.

the restraint in your body; getting tense when getting undressed, resisting being picked up, the whole nine yards. it’s to the point the man is genuinely offended.

half-viltrumite or not he was strong, strong enough to lead and defend his empire. you were nothing compared to half the things he’s fought.

and he has no problem showing you.

you couldn’t help but whine feeling his fingers dig into your skin as he lifted you. how odd was it that you could practically feel the power coursing through the digits, rising you without a single sweat. your legs wrapped around the man’s waist, his hips never stopping despite the new angle.

“baby, pl..please— have to put me down!” your body betrayed your words, entire being rocking and throbbing as viltrumite!mark fucked up into you. his tip nudged against that spongy spot, stretching you so perfectly without a single care. your arms wrapped around his neck, nails dragging across his skin to steady you.

“mm… too heavy!”

viltrumite!mark sucks his teeth at your declaration immediately, a tight glare in place of his usual neutral expression. that glare did wonders, your pussy throbbing around his length, devouring the expression with a blurred gaze.

“i’m sick of you going on about that.” the man practically spat, tone low and expressing his frustration with each pointed thrust. a groan thrummed from his throat, enjoying the way your gummy walls clamped around him far too much. “do you truly think i’m incapable of holding you however i want? does it look like i’m struggling?”

you whimpered at his words, shaking your head rapidly, keening the moment you felt a hand shift between the two of you; pinching your little bud. you caught on quickly, a swift— “no!” escaping in a jumbled speech.

satisfied with your answer viltrumite!mark tugged you even closer, hands sliding to your ass, kneading the flesh as blunt nails dug in.

“good. and i’ll continue to drill that fact into your head— no matter how many times it takes.”

LENSELESS!MARK.

( come on, too much? all he sees is more to love! )

lenseless!mark, the sadistic little freak who could only grin while fighting immortal. who thrives and lives off receiving and dealing out pain. affection nor love wasn’t a primary objective of his, but he didn’t mind finding you— perfect little you.

your size wasn’t much of a concern, sure he noticed it but he truly didn’t care…

until he realizes something.

you didn’t expect to end your afternoon like this, seated upon your lover’s face while he devoured on you like some full course meal. his arms, strong and large were wrapped tightly around your legs; refusing to let you move, keeping you secured against him with no escape. your hands clenched the headboard, forehead resting against the cool wood as sweet sobs escaped. lenseless!mark has been toying with you for what it seemed like hours, sucking your folds and little bud raw.

see, lenseless!mark realized something about himself rather quickly. he enjoyed tipping the line during sex, especially when it came to air. he couldn’t count on a single hand how many times he’s had you wrap your pretty little hands around his throat to squeeze. so when the man actually used his head for once, realizing how thrilling it would be having you sit right on his face— he was practically begging for it.

and oh, did he love every single second of it. the weight of you, the sweet taste; each breath came out as some weak little shudder, your thighs pressing against his ears to the point he could only hear his own swift heartbeat. lenseless!mark wondered if he could pass out like this, maybe even drown right in your juices.

fortunately he didn’t care, not one bit. there was nothing like sucking your little clit just to feel you wither, clench, and trickle more juices.

this was heaven on earth.. or more specifically, heaven on his face.

SHIESTY!MARK

( give him a second, his favorite show is on starring you; and the ripples of your body. )

we’ve gotten to the point it’s clear no mark in any universe gives a damn about his lover’s size. and even if there was one, it certainly wasn’t shiesty!mark. foul-mouthed and all, do you truly think he would love you any different any other size? really, it’s like you don’t know him at all.

granted, it is pretty obvious how much he loves your body. the stretch marks etched into your skin, the way a shirt cupped those pretty tits— shiesty!mark especially loved the way your body jiggled. rippled, shook— whatever word; he loved it. far too much..

there was just something so hypnotizing about how your body moved whenever he drilled into you.

“fuck, baby..” the words are whispered in a low drawl, pure amazement tugging every single letter. like some leering pervert shiesty!mark’s gaze was settled onto your body, struggling to pick between your back and ass to watch. every inch was simply amazing, adding to the absolutely wonderful feeling of your walls sucking him in greedily.

soft plaps echo throughout the room as his hips slammed against you, the perfect pitch to the melodic moans that escaped your wet lips. you hadn’t a clue what had gotten into him. one moment you’re jumping into some jeans the next they’re on the floor— forgotten completely.

your cheek pressed against the blankets, turning and glancing at the man with blurred vision. you couldn’t place it, but he seemed to be in a trance— under some type of spell only you could muster. shiesty!mark’s lips were parted, quick breaths and even quicker swears escaping as he thrusted into you.

“look at that..” he’s muttering to himself again, a hand sliding from your waist to grab an ass cheek. the flesh fills his palm easily, spreading you to watch his cock disappear within you before coming out even slicker then before. “shit, so fucking good. shaking like a damn leaf.” the moment shiesty!mark notices your eyes on him he’s grinning, gripping your flesh as his thrusts become just a little more pointed.

pretty moans fall off your tongue, eyes pinching close as your entire body shook with the movement. his name emitted from you in broken sobs, legs shaking as you could do nothing but take each thrust.

all while shiesty!mark smiles, throughly enjoying it all.

“maybe i should record next time.. then you’ll be able to see how good you look like this for yourself.”

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Best Synastry to have with a partner Observations

Sun conjunct trine or opposite moon: this is a classic marriage aspect & ik it’s in every post as being the top best but it’s true. How the Sun person expresses themselves is what the moon person feels deep down inside & finds acceptable. This placement can feel almost telepathic at times & they can understand eachother without any words being spoken. They usually can feel what the other feels by just simply looking into one another’s eyes. There’s almost this instant feeling of safety & familiarity when these souls meet eachother. The opposition however is more like an “opposites attract type situation “ but the opposite traits that each partner has is usually what the other one lacks which can be very beneficial in the long run. While on the other hand the conjunction feels like you are almost looking into a mirror when you meet them you just get eachother! This aspect usually ends in long term marriage.

Venus conjunct mars synastry: ugh so much passion! You can literally get turned on just by a handshake or a look with this aspect. This is the aspect that causes them to never lose the “spark” in their relationship. Like how some partners stop having sex after a long time being together, with this aspect that rarely happens even if the rest of your synastry with them is very afflicted. It’s even better when the man is the mars person and the woman is the Venus. This can work well even if the woman is the mars and man is Venus but it can cause a sort of gender role swap which can get a little uncomfortable at times. The mars person is usually the initiator and tries everything to court the Venus and make her feel valued, in return the Venus person is very receptive to this energy and feels very loved and sexy in return by the mars persons efforts. This is a very PDA aspect you will always see them touching each-other or holding hands. This is the annoying couple you would see in hs always making out hard as hell in the hallways lmao. This is like a romance movie type of love ♥️ however if this isn’t supported by any long term aspects sex could end up being the only thing keeping their bond together.

Sun trine or conjunct venus synastry: these people just plain dig eachother! I’ve talked a lot about this aspect in my other posts but they genuinely just love eachothers personalities & it’s goes deeper than just sexual attraction like the Venus mars aspect this is more just plain adoration. When you look at them you just think “awww they are just the cutest”🥺. It’s very hard for these people to stay mad at eachother as well it feels terrible when you guys are on bad terms with one another so you have a tendency to forgive them more than you would with other people you’ve dated. They do however have a tendency to sweep issues under the rug to “keep the peace” which can be detrimental in the end so be careful with being too passive with this aspect. The sun person thinks the Venus person is just so beautiful inside and out and isn’t afraid to be affectionate with them while the Venus person adores how the sun freely expresses themselves and shows love to them. Very sweet aspect.

Pluto positively aspecting Venus: this can give an Edward and Bella vibe to it. Their love and attraction for each-other is INTENSE. This isn’t a surface level attraction at all it’s like they can see into one another’s souls almost. Everything they do together is just so HOT. The types to stare into each-other eyes without speaking for hours. Even when the first meet the chemistry between these people is UNMATCHED especially with the conjunction. This is a placement that gives you crazy butterflies whenever they walk into the room. The Venus person is so mesmerized by the Pluto person & can act very out of character when they are around them. This placement can make the most light hearted of people go crazy for their partner. Pluto is more in control in this aspect and usually tries their hardest to make the Venus person theirs. Theirs this deep possessiveness to this like a “you’re mine, no one else can have you” type of energy. But not in a creepy scary way like the square and opposition but in a more sexy kind of way that makes you feel so loved. Be careful of jealousy and clinginess with this, even with positive aspects it can turn sour fast of not kept in check. The Pluto is usually the more possessive one (I’ve seen it go both ways though) but they can get jealous over EVERYONE even if it’s their family members. So be mindful of this because this bond can get very intense.

Saturn sextile, trine Venus: these are the old couoles that you see have been married for like 40 years. This is truly the glue to any relationship. You can have all the top classical placements such as sun/moon, Venus/mars ect but without a strong positive Saturn they are less likely to last for the long run. This aspect isn’t necessarily passion or sexual/romantic attraction like sun/venus or sun/moon combos, it’s more a deep respect for one another. They take eachother very seriously and are focused on how you can grow with eachother. This aspect is probably one of the hardest to leave even over Pluto/Venus aspects. They become so invested in one another that when they split they will never be quite the same. When they get together it almost feels like there’s this karmic contract that’s keeping you guys together. Theirs this deep mutual respect for one another that you can’t find anywhere else. This is the top RIDE OR DIE placement. They are the types to put their everything into keeping this relationship going. The Venus person admires the Saturns commitment and loyalty to them and the Saturn can provide Venus with a type of stability they’ve never experienced in a relationship before. However if this placement isn’t supported by any other strong passion aspects they can end up just staying together out of duty or feeling like they “have too”. They can stay together for years just out of comfort which is something to watch out for. But having this mixed with a good sun/moon, sun/venus or Pluto/venus🤌🏼🤌🏼🤌🏼 literally chefs kiss 😩 but without those aspects to support it can dull out very fast.

Venus in their partners 7th house: the Venus person will literally treat the 7th house person like a goddess. I’m not kidding they will kiss the feet they walk on with no hesitation. The Venus person is usually soo into the 7th house person it’s almost like they are in a trance when they come around. (This works best when Venus is the man or more dominant partner and the 7th house is the woman) immediately they see each-other as their ideal type by the way they dress, carry themselves, their humor it all checks out on both sides. The 7th house person usually has the upper hand in this bond and is more the receptive one in this relationship. They feel so loved and appreciated in the presence of the Venus person. However I have seen this be one sided where the 7th house person isn’t digging the Venus as much and kinda takes advantage of them while the Venus is just madly in love:( but for the most part this usually works out beautifully in synastry & they can marry each other very fast. The relationship usually takes off very quick.

5th house synastry: these people are like little kids around each-other 🥺 this synastry can easily heal other parties inner child. You probably never had as much fun or laughed as hard as you did until you met these people. You guys genuinely have so much fun when around each-other. The attraction as well is usually very high and this relationship reminds me of the song “teenage dream” by Katy Perry. This bond feels like an amusement park on a summers night with the people you love. They are the types to always be together & many people are usually envious on how natural it is for you guys to enjoy each-others company so much. If not supported by long term aspects however I notice that these can be pretty short lived. But regardless of it ends fast you will always remember the bond and the passion this relationship provides.

Venus conjunct ascendant: the Venus person views the ascendant person as being so BEAUTIFUL. Physically they are eachothers type! This aspect can be a little surface level and not really as deep as the other ones I discussed but it is very beneficial with attraction. They love how eachother dresses, wears their makeup/hair, they type of perfume and cologne they wear ect. These people also are just aesthetically pleasing to look at when together, their looks just match super well! Could be used to hearing people say ��you guys are such a beautiful couple” or “you look good together”. Gives an almost “Barbie and Ken type of looks. Their aesthetics just work very well together. But like I said if not supported by deeper placements it can get pretty surface level and you guys are only really attracted to one another based off appearance.

Jupiter and Venus aspects: just look happy to be together tbh. This is usually a very lucky placement to have in synastry and they can become very wealthy together. Even the more negative aspects can be positive when these planets are mixed. This is because Jupiter and Venus are seen as the luckiest planets so any aspect can be very beneficial. Jupiter = optimism, joy, abundance, expansion & Venus = beauty, love, wealth, aesthetics, food, luxury. Being together feels like you are glowing you just feel more lucky and positive when in each others presence. The only thing to worry about with this is that you guys have a tendency to overindulge around each-other especially with the square and opposition. They can get a little too optimistic with one another and spend too much money on that they don’t have on eachother by going on expensive dates, or traveling or on food. Make sure to not get too excited with that and try to find balance. Too much of a good thing can be detrimental.

Moon conjunct, trine, sextile Venus: such a deep emotional understanding with one another. These are the couples that can talk deeply about anything for hours together and feel safe. Their is this deep sense of vulnerability this bond provides are you feel more comfortable being vulnerable with each other than with anyone else. The moon person feels so safe and heard when they are around Venus and the Venus person feels like the moon can naturally understand their love language like no other. This aspect is just sweetness overload. Not so much sexual but very emotionally driven and romantic. Their emotional natures are very in sync and they can be each-others safe spaces in times of need. They can be very clingy with one another as well because of how comfortable the relationship feels. It’s like a safety blanket for both partners. Beware though of codependency however, I’ve seen a lot of situations where they get so comfortable and close to one another that they can almost neglect other relationships in their life so be careful.

9th house synastry: this one might be a shocker because the 9th house usually isn’t seen as a sexual or romantic house but it usually works well in long term partnerships surprisingly. 9th house is about religious beliefs, morals, what people believe is right or wrong, travel, higher education, luck ect. Couples with a strong 9th house tend to have the same morals as one another and are usually on the same page with a lot of their beliefs whether it’s religious or spiritual. They are able to teach one another a lot of things as well and open each-other up to new ways of thinking and doing things. What they believe in is usually in sync which can create a very long lasting bond where they truly feel heard and understood. Also tend to be very lucky together and attract a lot of opportunities when with eachother (similar to Venus/jupiter). They can be the types to travel a lot together as well♥️

If you guys like this post I will make sure to make a part two soon 🫶🏽 lmk in the comments if you want another one of these.

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