#Minti’ s words

[osachiyo]

'TRYNA GET YOUR BABY MAMA FULL OF THAT DICK !

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — jing yuan, blade, luocha x fem!reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 & 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — n/sfw content, cheating, squirting, dumbification, neglect (from the husband), overstimulation, toxic relationships, dirty talk, petnames, reader is married, cucking, cowgirl, possessiveness (blade), vouyerism, luocha is your family doctor, etc • i never thought id write something like this but here we are lol anyway, happy reading and i hope you enjoy !! minors dni & not proofread

𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐔𝐀𝐍 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

"bounce on me just like that, baby," jing yuan groaned, palming the fat of your ass as you rode him on your husband's couch. "s'big — you're so big, ji," you bit your lip, trying your best to suppress any moans — not wanting your neighbours to suspect anything.

"yeah? even bigger than him?" a sleazy grin adorned jing yuan's lips, your back arched so sinfully as he thrusted up into you. "ngh —!" you threw your head back, clawing his broad shoulders with your pretty nails, that your husband paid for you to get done.

"answer me, sweet girl," he whispered, fondling your bouncing tits before pulling and pinching at your hardened nipples. "d-don't tease!" you swatted at his hand, which only made him pinch harder.

" 'm not teasing, so serious right now baby," his droopy eyes were glinting with mischief — he knew he looked good. you gasped when his hand reached down to flick and rub at your clit, licking his lips at the way you clenched down on his cock.

"gonna cum, pretty?" he captured your lips in a heated kiss before you could even answer him — as if he already knew what you were gonna say. you could practically feel your eyes rolling from the pleasure behind your closed lids, pussy gushing all over his thighs and abdomen — drenching his cock in your juices.

" yesyesyes — 's so big, so much bigger than him —!" you babbled into the messy kiss, back arching even more and pressing your tits against his own chest —

"that's what i thought."

𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

muffled grunts of complaint escaped your husband's gagged mouth, hard cock straining against the rough fabric of his slacks.

"enjoying the view, cheating piece of shit?" blade had you spread eagle on you and your soon-to-be ex husband's shared bed — with you chanting his name like a prayer everytime his cock hit that one spot with unbelievable precision.

"mmph!" your husband growled — veins popping out from his forehead as he tried his best not to hump the air. fuck, you looked borderline delirious getting split open by your co-workers cock; pupils dilated with lust — practically having hearts swimming in your eyes for blade.

"look at 'em, baby — look at how fuckin' hard the bastard is," he forcibly turned your head over to your husband and the man almost didn't recognise you — tongue lolling out with each heavy thrust from blade, sweat dripping down your sinful body.

you didn't even pay attention to the tied-down man — all too focused on the way blade's thick cock rearranged your guts. "see how she turns into a dumb little slut for my dick?" blade spat, cockiness dripping from his words — sharp hipbones digging into the soft skin of your thighs with each slam of his hips.

"who does this pussy belong to?" blade turned your head back to face him, licking the tears that rolled down your heated cheeks. "y-you! all yours — it belongs to you!" you babbled mindlessly, causing a devilish smile to appear on blade's lips —

"oh yeah? and what's my name?"

"bladeee—! oh fu-fuck, bla-de!" you cried out before spraying your juices all over him — some of it even coating his abs.

"good fuckin' girl."

𝐋𝐔𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐀 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

"are you sure you wanna do this?" luocha whispered against your lips, his minty breath filling your senses. "please," you begged, rolling your hips on his lap to show your want — no, need for the blonde man.

it's not like your husband was a good man either — always out drinking and partying, while you stayed at home. alone. he brushed you off everytime you asked about the lipstick stains on his collar — saying you were being dramatic, you were sick of it. could he really blame you for wanting luocha? the young, handsome family doctor — who was also a gentleman at heart.

"i've got you," luocha's smooth, velvety voice cut off your train of thought, a gloved hand tilting your chin up before pressing his lips to yours. his other hand found purchase at your hip, before snaking up to wrap itself around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

you couldn't help but moan into the kiss — he was certainly good at this, better than your husband, at least. luocha was elegant but warm — the complete opposite of your husband, who was rough and neglectful. the softness of the kiss had you melting in his touch.

a gasp left your lips when luocha flipped you over, your back now turned to him while you laid on your tummy. "luocha.." you all but whined, pushing your ass back against his rigid cock, earning a soft groan from him. he pushed your sundress up, bunching the thin fabric at your waist — "no panties?" he mused, landing a playful slap on your plush ass. gloved hands found your cunt before you could answer, rubbing your bare folds.

an amused chuckle left the man once he felt how damp you were, "already this wet? hmm.. the mister has been neglecting you quite a bit, hasn't he? worry not, i will take great care of you."

©osachiyo— do not copy, plagiarize and repost my works to any platform, reblogs are very appreciated♡

[hwaitham]

𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓵𝓾𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓫𝔂, 𝓯𝓵𝔂, 𝓯𝓵𝔂 ⋆ ࣪˖ 𓂃𓋜

al haitham x f!reader . sfw — fluff . edited n reposted from an old blog ﾉ a single naughty touch . . and a few tender ones ﾉ ‘s all cutesie stuff :3 ꒱ྀི 1.4k wc

you’re taller than al haitham as children— all dangly, clumsy fawn legs where he’s only a baby sapling that’s begun to sprout from the soil.

even with his fluffy mop of minty-slate hair, the tippy top of his head reaches just under your chin, and it takes two of his strides to match one of your own.

perhaps it’s rude and not at all like the kind, well-mannered little girl you’d been raised to be, but it’s so much fun teasing him about it— the ‘know-it-all’ brat of a schoolmate who you consistently place second to, who won’t play with you on your lunch breaks, who sighs in boredom as often as he breathes and so evidently does not belong in a classroom of children his age.

it’s so much fun watching him struggle to reach for a book on the fourth shelf, one that you pick out with ease— but certainly cannot read with ease— and hand to him with a mischievous twinkle in your eyes, ruffle his hair and seemingly disregard him with a giggle, a little wave of your hand.

“looks like you're too short to reach that shelf, haithie. i guess it just can’t be helped!”

neither the book he’s been waiting to read for weeks nor the strap of his suspender sliding off his shoulder have his attention now that you’ve come and swept it up all for yourself. this attention you return to him with a simple smile— endearingly lopsided, just as the pigtails in your hair are, exquisitely charming in the entirety of your coyness.

before he has a chance to open his mouth and thank you, your attention is now stolen— though, when isn’t it, with a mind as distractible and always stuck in one daze or another as al haitham imagines yours to be— by a glint from the other side of the library. 

and just like that, you’re off, the ends of your tied-up hair dusting over your shoulders and the heels of your loafers scuffing along the carpet as you skip away from him.

you’re no different than a butterfly— or flutterby, as you preferred to call them, al haitham had noticed once— prancing about in that carefree way you tend to do. wildly sweet and playful, paradoxically awkward. 

haithie.

what a peculiar feeling the nickname brings him: a certain eagerness, childlike joy bubbling in his tummy and giving rise to something that he can’t quite comprehend

no one’s ever called him by a nickname before. it’s…a new feeling. 

a nice feeling. 

for once, al haitham, “seemingly omniscient even at the age of eleven” al haitham, feels the unusual thrum in his chest and the warmth of his cheeks, and does not know of a name to place to them.

a shrill squeak brings him out of his head, and he watches you trip, tumble to the ground, scrape your palms and lay there pathetically on your knees with your shoulders slumped over.

what a clumsy little flutterby you are.

not a mere few seconds pass before tiny hiccups are peeled from your throat and you begin to gently weep. al haitham’s body has a mind of its own as he find himself making his way over to you, digging in his knapsack for his mini first-aid kit, fishing out a bandage.

“you’re hurt.” the boy who you think dislikes you, speaks to you for the first time, so you look up at him for the first time, lips wobbly and lashes sticky and cheeks glistening.

his face, however, is unchanging; he is as straight-lipped as you’d expect him to be, brows set in concentration and eyes sharp, piercing. but if you look closely, you’d see how the edges are clouded in concern, blunted down and soft and tender and caring— all the things you’d expect him not to be.

“you really ought to be more careful,” he leans down to your level, wags the bandage in front of your face, “if you hurt your hands, how else will you be able to take good notes in class? you’re trying to get first rank, aren’t you?”

his words present themselves to you as a challenge and it makes you seethe, furrow your brows, scrunch up your nose, pout.

“you… you…” 

al haitham thinks you appear more silly than you do angry. “you’ll get wrinkles early on if you keep frowning like that.”

“don’t pater— pat— hmph! don’t patronize me!” you yap the too-difficult word awkwardly, snatch the bandage from his hand and run off, cheeks swollen like freshly puffed corn, either from the pain stinging at your palms or in embarrassment at having made a fool of yourself in front of your very first, very real, perhaps unrequited, and only love.

where does this leave you, now, two decades later…? standing uncomfortably with one knee up on your kitchen counter, tippy toes barely brushing the floor as you aimlessly reach for the spice tin sitting at the top of the pantry.

grappling at air, you slide your hand over to the left of the shelf, and then to the right, and back to the left again, until you think you finally have it when you feel cool metal graze over your fingers. stretching, wiggling your fingers as far as you can, you hook a nail under the side clasp and drag it to the ledge of the shelf; you have it, until—

“ow!” your hand flys down to the top of your thigh where your skirt has ridden up in your position that has you rather exposed, to where two lithe fingers much larger than your own surprise you with a pinch, and then a cheeky squeeze to your rear.

“need help with that?” before you can register it, your husband reaches up with ease to take the spice tin in his own hand, shaking it in front of your face almost tantalizingly. 

you frown.

but then you catch sight of the flex of his bicep as he brings it down to your level, the veins lining his forearms, his thumbs drumming playfully over the tin, the ring snug on his fourth finger clinking and clanking against it. mellifluous in its dissonance.

your frown lessens.

“haithie, i almost had it!” you lower yourself to the ground and whine, craning your neck up towards al haitham. it’s merely a moment after that he raises the spice tin high in the air with a pompous smirk on his face that only serves to make him even more handsome— up, up, up… higher up than the top shelf of the pantry and certainly much too high for you to reach.

his grin widens when you bounce on the balls of your feet, grip at his shirt and use it for leverage as you try with all your might to take the tin from him. to no avail, of course.

you furrow your brows and puff out your cheek, look up at him as if you were about to throw a tantrum and then he’s brought back 20 years to his school library, akademiya-prep physics textbook in his hands and you splayed on the floor in front of him with your pigtails and scraped palms and blubbery cheeks and sullen little flutterby wings.

“you’re awful.”

"and you're too short to reach that shelf, habibti,” he muses, eyes swimming with hazy mirth as he finally holds out the spice tin for you to grab, watches on with a tender smile as you hug it to your chest and release a dissatisfied little hmph!

you’re older now, shorter than him now— your lips are fuller and your cheeks are dimpled with smile lines, but your childish peevishness has remained. perhaps it’s one of the things that endears him most to you.

"i guess it just can’t be helped.” your lover placates you in the way he knows best, running his knuckles adoringly along the lift of your cheekbone because you’re just so cute when you get all petulant like this, because you melt under his touch like cream in the sun, because your pout softens and before you realize it you’re biting on your lip to hold back a simple smile.

oh, how little effort it takes to soothe your heart. his little flutterby.

[satorusugurugurl]

Hi i have request you don't have to do it if you don't want it's okay <3

maybe jjk men (geto and yuta and choso, nanami,+any other character you want) They look for their shirt and then they go to ask y/n if she saw it but then they were surprised that she is wearing their shirt (smut please im on my knees for it)

JJK Men: Seeing You in Their Shirts

Characters: Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, Choso Kamo, FAB!reader

Word Count: 2,161

Warnings: Smut, fluff, shower sex, Choso being cute

A/N: Thank you for the request, Nonnie! Just a side note: I don't write smut for minor characters; I'm sorry! I hope you enjoy it otherwise. (Nanami’s had me spacing out while making my coffee at work. People thought I was losing it. Here’s the song reader was singing)

Geto Suguru:

Suguru sighs as the hot water runs over his back, the sore muscles getting some form of relief. He pushed his dark hair back, relishing in the warmth. The sound of the bathroom door slowly opening has him grinning as he turns his head towards the sound before he runs his hand over the steam-coated glass door to look at you.

His mind immediately goes blank as he takes you in. You’re grinning, hurrying forward, pressing your fingers over the glass. “Good morning, sleepy head!” Suguru barely hears your words, his eyes hungrily roaming over you.

You were in nothing but his white t-shirt, and from the way your breasts moved, he could tell you were not wearing a bra. The fabric flows with your movements, shifting off your shoulders, revealing his masterpiece. Bite marks and hickies litter your skin from last night's activities. You looked so good, so damn hot in his clothes, his cock throbs to life.

“So, I was thinking maybe we could go to that new breakfast place down the street. Then we can come back here and stay in?” The door to the shower opens. “Oh, you’re done already-ah!” Suguru grabs you by the hand, yanking you into the shower with him. “S-Suguru!?” You giggle as he leans down, kissing your neck.

“Fuck you look so pretty in my clothes.” His breath is hot against your skin.

“Yeah, you’re soaking wet clothes!”

Something inside Suguru’s mind clicks. White shirt plus water equals see-through. Pulling back, he groans, watching the water soaking into the white fabric. It clings to your soft, gorgeous skin, revealing your erect nipples—his mouth waters at the nearly pornographic sight.

Cock throbbing, Suguru slowly glances at you and smirks. “You look so incredibly hot.” He lifts you by your thighs, slamming your back against the cool wall of the shower. “How the fuck did I get so lucky?” he bends his head down, taking one of your nipples into his mouth, gently sucking on it as he begins rutting his hips against you.

The soft whimpers resonate from you as you feel Suguru flatten his tongue over your hardened bud. It swirls so delicately, teasing it, suckling on it as his cock head presses against your pussy. Who knew he would get so worked up seeing you in his shirt? This was just a T-shirt, too. You mentally make a bit to try his button-down next.

Suguru’s thick tip slowly pushed inside of your wet heat. He groans over your nipple as he feels you clamp down around him as he slowly slides in. His stutter as he steps forward, his mouth finally releasing your swollen, sensitive tits. When he meets your face, he swears he could almost cum just from your expression. The way you took your bottom lip between your teeth, how your eyebrows twitched as he stretched your perfect pussy.

Pressing his forehead against yours, allowing Suguru’s dark eyes to bore into yours as he started fucking you. His breath was hot against your mouth as he groaned. Leaning forward, he kissed you, not even allowing his tongue to trail over your bottom lip teasingly. No, it forced its way past your lips, immediately finding your tongue and massaging it. Your arms wrapped around his body, and nails began digging into his toned back as you kissed back eagerly.

As the sweet, minty taste of his toothpaste washed over your tongue, Suguru picked up the pace of his thrusts. His deep moans invaded your mouth as the stinging pain from you dragging your nails down his back urged him on. He fucked you fast, harder, with all his strength. Suguru broke the kiss with a strangled moan.

“I’m gonna cum~” he groaned out, biting his lip, “Ooooh fuck, I'm gonna cum inside you~” You nodded, your walls squeezing around him as he fucked you pressing his forehead on yours. “Yeah, cum with me; look at me when you cum.” You shut your eyes, crying as your toes curled. “Hey!” he bit down on your bottom lip so hard your eyes shot open at the sting of pain. “I said to look at me when you cum.”

That was the only encouragement you needed. You came hard, your eyes staring into Suguru’s eyes. You gripped and tugged at long black locks as he fucked you through your orgasm. Suguru growled jaw clenched shut as he tilted his head back. His thrusts lost their pace, becoming erratic as he came inside of you, fucking you as he emptied himself as deep inside of you as he was capable of.

“Fuck,” he sighed out, cock still twitching, “that was so good, Y/N.” he slowly pulled out, watching his white cum dripping out of your swollen cunt. “Now, what were you saying about breakfast?”

Nanami Kento:

The smell of bacon and eggs had Nanami stirring out of his sleep. His arm reached over, searching for you, only to feel the cold spot next to him. Realizing his girlfriend was missing, Nanami sat up, searching the room. The clothes from last night's enthusiastic events were thrown all over the room. The smell of coffee brewing finally had his brain booting up, connecting the dots. You were in the kitchen making him breakfast like the sweetheart you were.

What did he do to deserve you?

Following the smell of breakfast being prepared and the low hum of music playing, Nanami headed into the kitchen. As he turned the corner, his eyes widened as he took in your appearance. You were swaying to the slow beat of an R&B song in his button-down shirt.

He admired the way it covered your ass, how you rolled the sleeves up, allowing you to prepare breakfast. The shirt moved in time with your body, the fabric tightening around your curves with each step you took. It, indeed, was an almost sinful sight. One Nanami was going to indulge in.

“If you're in the mood, we can take it to the moon~.” you sang, turning off the stove, “just like a movie scene, table for two~” Two large hands grabbed your hips, making you giggle as you kept dancing. “No need to be fed; I want you instead,” As you sang the lyrics, Nanami squeezed you. “If you're in the mood, we can tiptoe to the moon~”

When you turned to face Nanami, he had you on the kitchen island faster than you could blink. He laid you down on it, dragging your hips to the edge. You moaned as he pushed his shirt up just above your mound, giving him a perfect view of your cunt. The sight of you so prettily laid on the counter would turn any honest soul to sin. You were the forbidden fruit he was about to devour.

Nanami tugged his boxer down, his erect cock bobbing, as his right hand slowly trailed up your stomach. It moved over your breast, grazing the perfect mounds before his fingers flicked the collar of the collar out of the way. Allowing him full access to wrap his fingers around your neck. He felt you whine, the sound vibrating against his palm as he squeezed gently.

“What a fucking stunning sight.” He gravely whispered as he rubbed his cock over your pussy. “Oh, what's this?” He smirked, spreading your folds with his lip. “Wet for me already?”

“I-I was thinking about last night~” Your confession was breathless as Nanami watched your tight hole clench around nothing.

“Oh?” Blonde hair fell as Nanami tilted his head to the side. “What do you say we feed into your desire?”

He didn't even give you a chance to respond before his cock, was sinking into you. Your back arched, breasts straining against the blue fabric of his shirt. Snapping his hips forward, Nanami squeezed around your throat harder, his other hand gently massaging your breasts.

All of the different stimulants had your eyes rolling into the back of your head as a loud moan ripped through your chest. Nanami’s grip on your breasts tightened as he used the position you were in to drill into your soaking-wet pussy. Fucking into you fervently, he already felt his orgasm approaching.

“Good girl~ Y/N, so good~ take all my cum okay~?” He mumbled, releasing your breast so his fingers could focus on your hard throbbing clit. “That’s it, that's right, good girl~”

“K-Kento~! Ken-Ah! Ah fuck!!” Nanami felt your orgasm slam into you, your tight walls pulsating around him, urging him to fill you. His hips stuttered for a brief moment before they picked up the pace as he fucked his load into you. “G-Give me it a-all, please K-Kento~!”

Your dirty pleas only had him thrusting harder, faster, trying to fulfill your request to the highest standards. He only stops when his tip is so sensitive it hurts to keep going. Y/E/C eyes linger on him, making his heart soar as you both panted heavily. Nanami hummed the song you were singing before leaning down to pepper kisses over your cheeks.

“Good morning~”

Choso Kamo:

Choso was standing in front of the door to his bedroom, swallowing hard. You were just on the other side, waiting for him to return. Your evening training session ended abruptly as an unexpected rainstorm hit the training grounds. You were both soaked to the bone.

You were going to head home, but Choso was adamant you just come to his room on campus. Partially because he didn't want you getting sick, the other half was that he didn't want to say goodbye yet. You had no problem staying, but you were hesitant, seeing as you had no dry clothes. Your sweet boyfriend insisted that you could take a shower and wear his clothes!

So that's how he ended up here. Standing in front of his door, heart racing, cheeks burning as he held to drinks he grabbed from the vending machine while you changed. He had no clue as to why he was nervous! The two of you had sex plenty of times before, but something about you wearing his clothes just had him excited.

“Y/N,” he announced with a knock before entering the room, “I grabbed you a green tea. I hop—ooh!” Both bottled drinks fell to the floor as Choso stared blankly at you.

You were sitting on his bed, in his shirt, grinning as you stood up. The shirt was tight, and fuck; it was riding up a little with every step you took, revealing his boxers. Choso’s hands flew down in an attempt to hide his very hard boner.

Following his hands, you grinned mischievously. “Oooh~what’s this?” He stuttered as he swatted his hands away. “Green tea, and your cock? It's my lucky day!” Your teasing tone had Choso’s face turning redder as he looked around the room, avoiding your eyes.

“I-I can't help it; you look so pretty in my clothes.”

You grabbed Choso’s wrist, pulling him to bed and forcing him to sit on the edge. “Wanna know what would make this even better~?” Swallowing hard, Choso shook his head, watching as you slowly shimmied his boxers off, letting them fall to the ground before you straddled his hips. “Fucking me in them.” A surprised gasp escapes Choso’s lips as you pull his cock out, smearing the beading precum over his length.

“Y-Yeah!” He sputters out. “I’d like that a lot!”

Your giggles turned into gasps as Choso helped you guise his cock to your entrance. Slowly, you slid yourself down in him, whining as you gripped his broad shoulder for support. You looked like some kind of goddess; head tilted back as you bounced up and down his cock.

His fingers slowly slid under the hem of his shirt, warm, rough hands trailing over your tummy, just feeling the softness of your skin. “S-So pretty~! S-Soo pretty.” he moaned put as you slammed yourself up and down on his cock. “Oooh fuck Y/N, Y/N yes, ride me please~” Hearing him so submissive made you bounce up and down harder.

“C-Cho~ fuck Choso-!” feeling your trembling thighs, Choso grunts, hands latching onto your hips. “Fuck, so deep!”

“Y/N!” He yelled out, hammering up into you in time with your rocking. “I-I think I-Im gonna-—gonna cum!”

His cock throbbed so hard inside of you, making your pussy twitch. You wanted him to cum, to fill you up. So you moved fast, harder, working the both of you to sweet orgasmic bliss. Choso cried out, head falling forwards into the crook of your neck as his cock twitched, filling you up to the brim with his cum as he thumbed your clit, pushing you over the edge with him.

Taking deep breaths, you lovingly stroked your sweet boyfriend's dark hair. His breathing was shallow, arms wrapped around you, holding you as tight as he could. Once his breathing relaxed, his head slowly pulled away from your neck, his eyes locking on your flushed face. There was a serenity in the afterglow while the sound of rain poured outside. Sharing peaceful moments like this with you was one of his favorite pastimes.

[roguelov]

Bubblegum Pop

Summary: An annoying habit of yours - popping your gum - finally pushed Miguel over the edge. So, he decided to finally take action.

Word Count: ~1.7k

Reader: Gender Neutral (not specified)

Warnings: Brief heated make-out (nothing more, just a hint of spice), a little arguing, unestablished relationship

Pop.

Hunched forward - back aching slightly from the uncomfortable position - at your new desk in Miguel’s office, you blew yet again another bubble. It was the umpteenth one within the short hour. Miguel gritted his teeth, each pop grated on his ears.

Why? Why did he agree to this?

Ah, yes, your scientific background.

You had offered your assistance to try to find a more permanent way to prevent anomalies from spilling out into other universes. He was obviously reluctant at first, but before he could say no - as per usual with any help - Lyla appeared saying yes for him. Sighing, he relented. He did need help, he happened to also be very stubborn too. But, he definitely did not agree to deal with your annoying habit.

Wherever you went, and at most times of the day, a piece of gum was slotted between your teeth. You always chewed on a piece, enjoying the simple habit. You like rolling it over your tongue and throughout your mouth, savoring the always fleeting minty taste, and of course blowing bubbles. Sigmund Freud might say you have an oral fixation.

Worst of all, in Miguel’s opinion, the sweet minty aroma clung fiercely to you. One brush by and his senses were assaulted by you.

And it drove Miguel insane.

Dear god, he wanted to kiss you, knowing exactly how you would taste on his tongue. He wanted to have you pinned beneath him, writhing in pleasure. He wanted to nuzzle his nose into your neck, inhaling deeply and running his tongue over your skin. He wanted to -

Pop.

Miguel flinched.

His spiraling thoughts were viciously cut short; thankfully before he got too heated and distracted. His lips thinned. His anger wasn’t all directed solely at you, but mostly at himself for delving into such lustful thoughts. Again.

It was just easier to be angry at someone else.

Miguel peered over his shoulder, glaring a little at you. He stood at his desk on the circular platform that rested a foot off the ground, rather than raised high above towards the ceiling. He tried to keep his voice calm as he spoke, “Can you stop that?”

“Huh?” You glanced over at him slightly confused. The piece of gum rested on your bottom lip and teeth before your tongue swept it back into the dark corners of your mouth. “What?”

Oh, that only further irritated him; your genuine obliviousness to how annoying and frustrating your popping was to his sensitive ears. As if proving his point, you absentmindedly blew another bubble.

“That. Stop doing that,” he huffed.

You blinked, “Oh, uh, sorry.”

You quickly turned back to your screens. You felt a little embarrassed. It wasn’t intentional - it never was - and you felt somewhat guilty for upsetting him. You thought about spitting it out, but you enjoyed the minor stimulation. Then again, you supposed you should act a little more professional. Maybe, you will try to cut back.

Maybe.

Miguel eyed you for a moment. Your figure was hunched forward again. Yet, there was a new tension woven into your body, as if you were trying to shrink away. He sighed. He shouldn’t have snapped, and he should apologize. However, he didn’t. Not surprising. So, he spun around focusing back on his own work.

An hour must have passed. Another agonizing hour with no progress or improvements to show for it.

What fun.

You leaned back in your chair, looking up at the high vaulted ceiling. Crossing your arms, you let out a disappointed sigh.

One act - one simple sigh - and Miguel had to suppress a groan. He was instantly overwhelmed by the sweet mint. He dug his fingers into the edges of his desk. The desk creaked under such strength. His talons definitely made small dents as he desperately held himself back. It was all so enticing. He wanted to taste you, and his body craved you.

Oblivious to Miguel’s struggle, you allowed your thoughts to consume you. Some were important - like the multiple ideas to seal the leaking portals issue to possible new ways to improve Spider Society in general - to the completely irrelevant - such as a song stuck in your head from this morning, thoughts about what to have for dinner, to the more perverse ones about a certain hot headed spider. Thoughts about anything and everything, but not about what Miguel asked of you. No, that one thing had been quickly brushed aside and forgotten: don’t blow any more bubbles.

Your tongue was already going through the habit, a muscle memory at this point. You flattened out the surprisingly still minty gum, rolling over it a few times. Moving it around, you pressed the now stretched piece of gum to your teeth. And without a care or sparing a second thought, you blew.

The small pop was quite deafening in the silent, vast room. So much, it reverberated and echoed just a bit. Almost cartoonishly so.

You instantly flinched in your seat. You almost didn’t dare look over at him. His wrath already emanated from him in waves. Slowly peering over, more so out of curiosity, all you saw was Miguel’s back. His muscles were wrought in tight agitated nerves. You hissed through your teeth and sheepishly mumbled, “Sorry.”

Miguel exhaled loudly, and pinched the bridge of his nose. “God, can’t you do the one thing I asked of you?”

The main problem of Miguel O’Hara was that his anger was infectious. Your embarrassment, and regret, vanished instantaneously. His snide comment set a fire inside of you.

Pop.

Miguel whipped his head around. You leaned causally back in your chair with a bored expression. You cocked an eyebrow and blew another bubble in his direction.

His eyes widened, the gall of you. He stepped down from his desk area, and marched over to you. His eyes burned with a firey irritation. You should be intimidated - and admittedly you were. However, you wouldn’t outwardly show it. He grabbed the back of your swivel chair and whirled you around. He bent down. His hands landed on the armrests, caging you in and looming over you threateningly. “Spit it out.”

You popped another bubble. “No.”

A waft of mint filled his nose. He gritted his teeth. “Spit it out,” he repeated, seething in anger.

You puckered your lips. You didn’t answer. Miguel thought you had finally come to your senses at least.

Nope. He was wrong.

Your lips parted. The pale blue gum was stretched over your tongue. Pressing it to your teeth, you blew. The pop echoed louder than all the others before, or it seemed like it did. A bit of gum stuck to your lip, but you quickly licked it away.

Miguel twitched.

He reached out, grabbing your face and smushing your cheeks. His talons started to dig into your cheeks. You thought he was going to force you to spit it out. You tucked the gum in the back corner of your mouth, then glared ferociously up at him. You tried to jerk your head out of his grasp, but he kept you firmly in place.

He leaned in. His crimson eyes burned brightly. You expected more heated words, calling you such things like childish or immature. Hell, for a brief second, you expected him to reach inside of your mouth. But, he surprised you.

His lips collided with yours.

You inhaled sharply, eyes going wide.

Yet, he did not falter.

Oh, he had you now, and he was ready to devour you. He wanted you. His teeth - his fangs - grazed over your bottom lip. You shivered, and piece by piece you leaned more and more into the kiss. Your resolve, and confusion, melted away. Your eyes fluttered close, thoroughly enjoying this strange turn of events.

Why? Why was this happening … why do I care? Enjoy it.

His hand moved and wrapped around the back of your neck. Tugging on the edges of your hair, he tipped your head back further. He deepened the kiss. His tongue skimmed by, begging for entrance. You happily, almost too eagerly, obliged. Humming pleased, his tongue slipped inside and swirled around. You reached out, bunching up the front of his suit. A moan rumbled in the back of your throat.

And he swallowed it up.

Fuck.

His tongue explored, tasted, and continuously drew out such desires. Your thoughts seized, and your skin ignited with passion. His lips were the gasoline to a small kindling fire inside of you. You were set ablaze. Your heart pounded in your ears, nearly drowning out the sensual noises of him attacking your lips. Your body burned hotter and hotter with each passing second. You were aching for him. To be fair, you always did. But, you never thought the day would come. And you never expected for him to make the first move.

It was too much, and somehow not enough.

Unfortunately, this bizzare dream ended. He pulled away, breaking the kiss. You whined very faintly.

Why? Why did it have to end?

Opening your eyes, you saw a thin trail of spit connecting to his lips from yours. He easily wiped it away with his tongue. You shivered. His eyes shone with such amusement. He greatly enjoyed the effect he had on you. You were breathing heavily, gasping for air. Your whole body slouched forward, drooped with the desire he brought out.

Why? What -

Miguel then smirked mischievously. Ever so slowly, he parted his lips, revealing a piece of gum nestled between his front teeth. You blinked, a jolt ran down your spine. No. Your tongue searched your mouth. Oh yes indeed, that was your gum.

Your eyes widened.

He turned his head, spitting it out in the nearby waste bin.

“Next time,” he began and bent back down to your level. His eyes dropped to your swollen, abused lips. Smirking, he teasingly wiped the corner of your mouth with his thumb. He gently held your chin, tipping it up. Leaning in, he whispered to your lips, “Listen.”

Your mouth just hung agape in stunned silence.

“Now, get back to work.” He let his fingers trail along your jaw, before heading back to his desk.

He was utterly satisfied with the outcome, and pleased to think he made his point perfectly clear. You, on the other hand, made a mental note to always carry a pack of gum on you at all times from now on.

A point was made, just not one Miguel had hoped.

[lazyjellyfish300]

Love Across Dimensions spicy part 2

Miguel O'Hara x AFAB Reader s/o

Gif credits to @miguelo-hara

Part 1 , Long Distance NSFW blurb

Synopsis: You're from a different dimension than him. You didn't ask to fall in love with the protector of the multiverse, and it sure as hell isn't easy being in a long distance relationship with him. This whole thing is you two being needy ASF for each other. 😏🔥 Outline/headcanon ish format. Word count: 2.3k

TW: MINORS DNI, SMUT(PHONE SEX, MASTURBATING, CONSENSUAL VOYEURISM, FINGERING, P IN V, SPANKING, HICKEYS, DADDY KINK, USE OF SEX TOYS(VIBRATOR)LITTLE DEGRADATION,ORAL F RECEIVING, SLIGHT YANDERE IN ONE STATEMENT TOWARDS THE END, RELATIONSHIP DIFFICULTY.

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(red is you, black is him)

Are you finally gonna let me talk?

I don't know. Are you finally going to keep the promises you make to me? 

Stop it. You know when I get an alert that means I need to go, babe. I didn't break it because I wanted to. 

I'm just so sick of this, Miguel. You always feel like you have to save everything and everyone. You don't need to be the hero all the time. You have Jess, Peter, Ben..lots of people who are perfectly capable of handling things for you while you're gone. 

I have a job to do, it's as simple as that. 

And you also have someone right here who loves you and instead of us finally seeing each other after 3 months apart for my birthday, which, by the way was supposed to be an entire weekend but I compromised and canceled the Airbnb & settled for just seeing you for a couple hours and dinner at home and instead, I'm once again up all goddamn night waiting for you and worried about whether my boyfriend is going to actually be alive the next fucking day. 

Let me make it up to you. 

That's what you said last time. 

I mean it this time. 

Anyway it's 4 am and I need to be up in literally an hour. Goodnight. 

Baby...wait. 

*Click* 

You hang up and throw your phone on the edge of your bed and sink back under the covers, shuddering as you let your tears of frustration soak your pillowcase. 

You doze off for several moments and jolt awake when you hear that familiar zapping sound of an orange portal. 

Miguel walks through, eyes a fiery Vermillion fuming under a furrowed brow. "Don't hang up on me again." 

You're secretly floating on the inside but you sit up, crossing your arms, holding your ground. He's not going to get off so easily this time. 

"What are you doing here?" 

"Not happy to see me?" His brow raises. 

"No." You scoff, but the corners of your mouth start to give you away. 

"Don't be like that..." Miguel croons, honey lacing his tone. He knew he could crack you easier than a chestnut. 

"I'm not in the..... mood." Your voice gets quiet at the last word and your chest heaves when his suit deactivates, leaving him bare in front of you. 

"Don't look away from me." He says quietly, taking your face in his hands, slipping under the covers with you, gasping at the feeling of his warm thigh touching your hip. 

"I have work this morning..." You start to protest. 

"Mmm? Well you can't work a full shift on only an hour of sleep." Miguel says, peppering your cheeks with kisses. 

His minty breath and slight musk coming off his skin is completely throwing you off guard. 

"I...mph...I started my period, today, actually...." Your face relaxes and you finally let out a soft moan of surrender as Miguel reclines you back, focusing on the outline of his broad shoulders rippling as he lays himself carefully on top of you. 

He pauses for a moment, then the corner of his mouth twitches. "Do you have a clean towel?" 

Needless to say, Miguel got his red wings that night. 

- Sometimes he keeps a pair of your panties, putting it in his luggage before he leaves. He used to just rip them off you with his talons. But, one time after you two had sex, you used the bathroom and walked back in on him pressing the lace thong to his nose.

 You smirked, "Why not just take it with you? And, you won't have to replace another pair."

He loved the idea and started doing it from then on. Saving his wallet and your sanity. 

-The "I've missed you" sex is something else. When he can only visit for a few hours it's desperate, rough fucking. The kind of sex where as he's tearing your clothes off, he's telling you,

"Don't have very long baby, sorry if I'm a little rough....." He nips your bottom lip with his teeth tweaking the buds of your breasts in his fingers.

"¿Te parece bien?" (Is that okay with you?)

Fuck yes it is. 

The kind where it feels like this fuck session is going to be his last, the way he's moaning, taking the Lord's name in vain over and over while simultaneously praising Him for the soft gift of your body underneath him. 

The kind where you're bent over the arm of your couch, taking his cock all at once, over, and over, a battering ram against your cervix. Your eyes are watering, begging for a time out, so he'll pause and relieve your pussy from behind with his tongue, the globes of your ass nearly suffocating his face as he buries himself in between them, starting with your clit and pussy at the bottom then moving on up to eating your ass, slipping a finger into the tight ring of muscle making you groan. 

Then, his pretty, glistening face will come back up, his chest pressing into your back with a hand around your throat for support, letting you have a taste of yourself off his lips. They're puffy, wet and sloppy as he glides his cock back into you, slipping into you much easier now. 

"Got you nice and wet this time, hmm cariño?" he lays a sharp smack on your ass in praise, the smacking sounds of skin and your high pitched moans piercing the room once more. 

- It's soft, sensual, passionate fucks when his visits are longer. The kind of sex with rounds. Start at 10 pm, end at 5 am kind.  The, "let's see how many surfaces in this hotel room we can christen with me fucking you on top of it" kind.

The kind of sex that has you zoned out your entire college lecture because the flashbacks just pop up, making you clench your thighs. The kind where he's balls deep in your soaked pussy, and it's still not close enough. The kind where you two swear the sweat from your bodies is making you melt into the other's skin. The kind where he says "I love you" with every thrust of his cock.

When he's fucking you like this he's worshipping your body, particularly focusing on your breasts and tummy at first because when he reaches your pussy, he'll be there for hours. He starts by taking your tits and pushing them up gently, holding their weight, admiring how pretty they look in his hands.

Some time later he'll sit you up in Lotus. The angle his cock is going into you in this position is so good, you're sighing and fighting to keep your eyes open but he'll take your chin in his fingers,  kiss you, and lean back a little, making sure you get a good view of his wet cock sliding in and out. Watching him fuck you is a requirement. 

"No, baby, abre los ojos....recuerdas? (Open your eyes, you remember?)

You nod dumbly. 

"Good fucking girl..." while he watches you with a smirk on his stupidly handsome face. 

-But there's nothing like a good finger fuck from him. 

"You're so beautiful..." he whispers while looking down at you, his pretty lips wrapping around your nipple again,  his large pad of his tongue doing laps around your areola as he eases two fingers into your pussy with a tight squeeze. You arch your back and press the back of your head into your mattress, eyes shut tight. He begins to move his fingers in an agonizing rhythm while looking at you with his head cocked to the side. 

"Does that feel good, baby?" He whispers. 

"Nghhh....." you whine a little bit, struggling to adjust to the girth of his thick fingers. 

Miguel eases his fingers a bit, curling them a little slower, pressing upwards softly, then brushing them gently down in a circular pattern against the walls of your pussy, coaxing the soul out of your body in a relaxed, steady pump. 

"That better...?" He asks gently. 

You nod. "Yes, baby...." 

Then he hits the sweet spot. 

"Oh.......baby.....right there..." 

"Right here, sweetheart?" 

Fuck, he hits it perfectly. 

"Yes baby......oh baby, please, please don't stop..." 

"Oh...." Miguel whispers, eyes melting as he keeps his fingers in your favorite spot.

"I won't..." he kissed your forehead.

"Am I making you feel good, sweet girl?" 

"Yes, Daddy you are..." 

"Fffuck...what was that, baby?" Miguel chuckles and smirks as he keeps finger fucking you.  

"Yes, Daddy...." Your eyes roll back, and your breathing speeds up. He's fucking you too good at this point.  

Miguel's cock is painfully hard now. 

"Hmmm....one more time for me, mami." 

"Yes, Daddy..." 

Miguel bites his lip, leaning even closer to you, adding his thumb to your clit and swirling it, making you whine even more. 

"Just for that, daddy's gonna make you cum."

-Hickeys only where he can see. You love looking at them when you're alone while he's gone. 

"One more, baby, just one more...." He teases playfully, locking his lips around your sore ass cheek, several red purplish marks already left behind. You whine a little and bury your head in the pillow, trying to take your mind off the aching suction. 

"Babyyyy...," you whine.

"Mmm, mmm, be patient, baby, almost done." He kneads the flesh of your ass with his hands. 

"M' sore...." you exhale, but starting to enjoy the way he's massaging your ass. 

He ignores you, focused on branding your ass with his spit. 

"M'hungryyy...." you whine, adding a dash of sweetness that you know he always gives in to. 

"I'll buy you lunch baby, just a few more minutes..." He mumbles, still occupied with your ass. 

You pout but let him have his way this time. 

-You two have a consensual agreement to voyeurism whenever you shower, or masturbate, he'll sometimes watch you via his surveillance screens at work. It's almost always a bad time for him though, being the workaholic he is. But once in a while he'll cave. 

Miguel grumbles and activates his mask, loading the coordinates in his watch when, out of the corner of his eye, he sees you undressing in your bathroom in the small, minimized window he keeps open for you in the bottom corner of the screen on his watch.

"Really, right now?" He whispers, exasperated. 

But then the water turns on and he sees you move the detachable shower head up and down the front of your body, starting with the top of your lead, then watering your tits.  The droplets kiss your body and soak it, leaving it shiny and wet. Miguel's getting hard now. 

You place a hand on the steamy glass door and open your legs, letting the stream hit you in that spot you love so much.

5 minutes is all I need. 

"Ben. Change of plans, need you on Earth-67. Goblin's at it again. I'll be right behind you."

"Wait, what..." 

Miguel doesn't answer as he's already briskly walking away for a quiet place to enjoy the show. 

-Phone sex always starts off a little awkward but it's always shamelessly filthy as you two lay in your separate locations, letting each other hear the other one fuck themselves. (red is you, black is him)

"How long have we been talking by now, anyway?" 

"No clue." 

.......

So, did I tell you Jazmin's engaged? I'm supposed to be a bridesmaid. I need to get my dress next month and I'm kind of nervous. 

.......

Hello?

....

Baaabe?

Hm? 

You distracted or what? 

I am technically working, you know. 

Hah. Of course you are. 

I thought you were only calling me for one reason. 

Which was?

Don't play dumb, cariño. 

No, really, what? 

Very funny. 

What? 

Just shut up and start moaning or something, idk.

Oh my God! 

What, phone sex is too much for you now? 

No, but now you just ruined the mood. 

Not my problem. 

That's too bad, I had a whole outfit planned and everything. 

Care to share what this 'outfit' looks like? 

No way. I'm still mad at you. 

You're not mad when I'm eating you out like the last supper. 

Stop! 

C'mon now baby...

Uh uh. 

*Exhales* Cariño...

Fuck. You...

Baby...

*Grumbles* 

 Mi amor, mi vida, mi alma....

*Speechless*

My goddess...

*Getting weak* 

My sexy little wife...

*Deep breath*

Mrs. O'Hara...

*quietly* Mrs. O'Hara....

Mmmmmm...does that excite you, hermosa?

yes baby....what are you thinking about right now?

I'm stroking my cock, wishing I was fucking that pretty pussy....

Miguellll.....

Shhhhh...baby.....not so loud...

Baby pleaseee...

Keep making those sounds for me baby. Tell me that I'm all yours. 

You're mine...

Keep going....

You're all mine baby. I don't want anyone else but you....

Ffuck, that's right baby. Are you touching yourself? 

Yes baby, I am... 

Good girl....God you're so fucking sexy. 

Oh....

Do you have your vibrator on? 

Yes baby I do...

Good...put it on that clit for me. 

Oh....oh my fucking God.... 

Yeah....like the way I'm spoiling your pussy, hmm? 

Yes Daddy, I love it..... I love it so much.....

Call me that again...

Daddy....

That's right baby...such a filthy girl. 

Yeah....

So fuckin naughty.. 

Yes Daddy I am... 

Fffuck.....you're all mine right baby? 

Yes Daddy...

You belong to me? 

Yes Daddy I'm all yours....

Fffuck that's right baby...you're all fucking mine. Gonna fucking kill anybody that takes you away from me..

I love you so fucking much....

I fucking love you baby...God you drive me so fuckin insane...

Miguel.....Baby, I wanna cum.... 

Cum for me princesa...wanna hear you whine while I make you cum all over my cock....

Oh God....

Tell me you're close baby? 

I'm close, baby....

God I wanna fucking ruin you...

Ruin me baby...

I'm gonna fuckin ruin you....pound you....fuck you so fucking hard....

Mmmmm yeah? 

Gonna fucking shove this cock down your pretty throat....let you swallow my cum...

Oh baby I want you so fucking bad...

How much baby?

So fucking much baby, you're all I think about...I cum just thinking about you....

Cum for me right now.

Ohhhhhhh....

*Panting* 

Baby....

Was that good for you baby? 

Yes baby....it was fucking amazing...

Good... because we're doing it again. 

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😇

[urdepressedslut]

Feels So Right ❝part two❞

♡ Pairing: Dbf!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: Ever since Bucky showed you how good things could feel, you need him to show you more.

♡ Warnings: smut, language, fluff, oral (fem receiving), rimming, fingering, petnames like a lot of them hehe,

part one ✧ main masterlist

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | 18+ ONLY

It had been weeks since you and Bucky’s heated moment. Still you could feel his touch on your skin, you could still feel the pleasant buzz he had left behind. All in all, you craved him now that you had gotten a taste.

The week nights had been spent with your hand down your panties, playing with yourself just as he had taught you— but you couldn’t find relief. Your hand didn’t feel the same as his— you didn’t know how to pleasure yourself like he could. How he knew your body better than you did, was beyond you.

Truthfully, you didn’t want to try and get yourself off— you just wanted him to take care of you. Soothe the aches you felt within your body, places he had yet to touch. Your skin burned for him, and you were almost positive that no one else could put out the flames except for him.

It went beyond just his touch. He made you feel so safe— so protected in his hold. You trusted him with your life and didn’t think you’d ever find someone you felt more comfortable to be around. All his touches, all his strokes of your body were so soft— so gentle in the way he was slowly undoing you. It wasn’t like the guys you had tried to be with before, where their needs were always before yours.

No, Bucky didn’t even express his needs— didn’t even mention them. He put you before anything else, making sure you felt good without the discomfort of owing him. There was no catch— just his desire to make you feel incredibly good. It was as easy as breathing being with him. Although it had only happened once— you wanted there to be more “lessons.”

Your Dad Steve had gone out of town for a business trip, and he of course trusted you enough to leave you home alone. You were responsible and respected him and the house well. No need for a babysitter considering you were in your 20’s.

Little did your dad know— you had invited Bucky over. You may had gone a little overboard with your text message to him. You told him it was urgent, and of course Bucky had freaked out and was speeding over to the house.

That’s where you found yourself jumping up at the sound of fast knocking at the door. You held your hand over your heart and wandered to the door, opening it to reveal a slightly sweaty and disheveled Bucky.

“Everything alright?” He asked, furrowing his brows at the way your face was calm.

He had read the text right… right?

“Yeah I probably shouldn’t of worded the text like that— sorry!” You giggled, and immediately Bucky was relaxing.

He shook his head while giving you a tiny smirk.

“Got me worked up over nothing.” He chuckled, running a hand through his messy hair.

You opened the door wider and stepped aside.

“Wanna come in?” You offered.

He smiled and stepped forward into the house, passing by your small frame. He loved the way he towered over you, and the way it got you all flustered.

“Sure doll.” He whispered, walking further into the kitchen leaving you at the door.

His scent wafted into your face, filling your senses with his deep minty pine smell. It was so intoxicating, you felt dizzy with the deep breath in. You quickly closed the door— locking it before following him into the kitchen.

You weren’t surprised to find him rummaging through Steve’s alcohol, which was basically his as well. Your dad only ever drank when Bucky was around.

As he was pouring himself a glass, it gave you time to really get a good look at him. You found your mouth watering at the sight, biting your lip as your eyes traveled up and down his figure. The brown plaid jacket fit him well, making him look extra handsome. His stubble looked just as it had last time, very clean— evident that he took very good care of himself and his appearance. His jeans hugged him just right in every area— overall he just looked so good.

“It’s rude to stare honey.” His voice broke you out of your trance.

You felt your cheeks get hot from being caught staring, you hadn’t meant to— but you couldn’t help it either.

“Sorry it’s just… you look good.” You admitted.

Bucky gazed down at you from across the island. Tipping his glass back, letting the burn travel down his throat. He knew you were just as starving for him as he was for you— and he knew he shouldn’t be doing this with his friends daughter. But he had a hard couple of weeks without you.

He fucked his hand nearly every night, trying to imagine your sweet sounds— and him being the one pulling them from you.

He let his eyes wander over your form, taking in your short sleeping shorts— your thin tank that did little to hide your tits. He almost growled, the way you were taunting him— the way you were teasing him with the way your nipples poked through your tank. The way your ass peaked out from the bottom of your shorts.

“(Y/n), why did you invite me over?” He asked lowly, filling his glass back up while you shuffled closer to him around the island.

You shrugged and tried to play dumb.

“Didn’t wanna be alone.” You told him.

“You sure it’s not because of something else?” He hinted.

You held his gaze, trying your best to read him— but he was good at keeping a poker face. You scooted closer.

“Maybe…” You started, taking another step closer. “Maybe I need you to teach me something.”

He lowered his gaze to his glass, raising it to his lips to tip back— his throat burning deliciously. Could he really deny you— he was already so deep in this pit that was you.

“Oh is that right?” He growled.

You nodded and took another step closer, his form towering over you more the closer you got, it had you excited and squeezing your thighs together.

Bucky noticed.

“You’re the only one who’s ever made me feel that good.” You whispered, “I wanna feel it again.”

He clenched his jaw, forcing his arms to stay either resting on the island or at his sides.

“Then you should try what I showed you.” He told you, pushing the glass away and twisting the cap back on the bottle.

You shook your head, a small frown lining your face.

“Doesn’t feel the same… I like it when it’s you.” You admitted.

Bucky took a deep breath in, your scent filling his senses and it was so lethal— he almost felt high off of it. You looked so good below him, your mock innocent eyes staring up at him, your lip jutting out into a pout. You were killing his self control— if he had any left.

“My dad won’t know— it’s okay.” You added.

That fueled the fire, the mere mention of how forbidden this was only made him want you that much more— and he wondered what had twisted him to think like that. He should stop now— head home.

But instead, he stepped forward, pressing his body against yours. Self control was no more.

“What are you doing to me baby?” He whispered, letting his hands rest of your shoulders, running all the way down your arms.

You didn’t have time to prepare yourself before he was hoisting you up by your legs, placing you on top of the island. He situated himself in between your thighs, pulling you forcefully into his chest. Your barely clothed core pushing up against his bulge.

You let out a gasp, your arms looping around his neck instinctively. You couldn’t stop yourself from grinding against his bulge, the jeans creating delicious friction to your aching clit.

He held his arms around your lower back, keeping you pressed tightly against him. He chuckled, his eyes hooded and dark watching you hump him like a cat in heat.

“Oh honey, you poor thing.” He cooed, cradling your jaw with one of his hands. “So desperate.”

You whined when his hands stop your movements, watching him step away from you. But you didn’t have long to complain when you saw him lower his body down— his head lining up with your crotch.

“Don’t worry baby— I’ll teach you something new.” He teased, wasting no time and pulling your shorts down, throwing them to the side.

He nearly moaned when he glanced back to find out you weren’t wearing any panties. Your core was exposed, puffy and dripping.

You felt hot under his stare, your core aching almost painfully as he just looked at it. You shifted your hips closer to him.

He glanced up to you with dark eyes, his pupils blown out with lust.

“So pretty sweetheart,” He snuck his hand closer, letting his thumb brush from your slit to your clit. “So wet for me.”

You jumped from his touch, your eyes nearly rolling back into your head when he continued circling his thumb around your clit.

"Ohhh... Buckyy..." You moaned breathlessly, your hips jutting up to push his fingers harder against you.

He yanked your legs up, forcing you to lean back with your legs up— exposing your core further. This new angle gave him a great view of your little puckered hole. His eyes darkened and he couldn’t help himself— so he leaned forward and gave your little hole a lick.

You gasped from the new feeling, never had been touched there— it was oddly pleasant, and the way he kept circling your bud while giving your hole kitten licks was heavenly.

He smiled in between licks, his stubble scratching the inside of your ass.

“Babydoll… no one ever touch you here?” He asked softly, rubbing his thumb back and fourth from your clit down to your slit, while he kept up his ministrations on your hole.

You shook your head, leaning back on your shaking arms. You could feel yourself clench over nothing, your core aching to be filled.

He gave your puckered hole a kiss before glancing up to you, a growl almost escaping at the pathetic, fucked out look you had on your face. He licked his lips as the layer of sweat coating your forehead.

“No one ever took the time to take care of you honey, but I’m going to— don’t you worry.” He promised, peppering kisses to your inner thighs while he circled your swollen bud.

You began to breathe heavily as his mouth got closer to your center, your heart beating in excitement.

“Just relax baby, gonna make you feel good.” He cooed.

With a nod from you, he was shoving his face into your cunt. Giving your pussy an open mouthed kiss, letting his tongue dart inside and feel around your walls— which had you crying out, instinctively trying to crawl away because it felt too good.

He used he free hand to press down on your stomach, forcing you to lay all the way down on the island. His strong arm kept you in place, leaving you no chance to run. Not that you wanted to.

“Gotta stay still babygirl.” He instructed.

You found it hard to stay still with his thumb rubbing faster of your clit, his tongue massaging your walls and slit so perfectly you felt dizzy. You had never had someone go down on you like this, and you wondered how you had gone this long without it— it felt too fucking good.

“Bucky— feels so good, please don’t stop!” You whined, your hips starting to grind against his face in attempt to chase your release quicker.

Bucky went feral at your whines, your pleas— it only spurred him on, starting to lick, kiss and suck at your cunt faster and harder.

He stopped his rubbing motions of your clit and snuck his hand down to your slit, lifting his mouth to insert two fingers. They slid in easily with how wet you were, and he could feel your walls clamping down on them. Had him growling at your whines.

“Oh… fuckkk…” You moaned out, gripping the island in a death grip, the coil tightening within you.

Bucky lowered his head back down and sucked hard onto your clit, watching your body jolt from the sensation.

He knew you were close.

You whimpered and couldn’t stop grinding your face into his face and onto his fingers— wishing them deeper.

He started moving his fingers in a come here motion and brushed against a spongey pad— causing your hips to jolt, your cries loud and echoing throughout the kitchen.

“There it is baby… want you to cum for me.” He cooed.

He kept sucking and rolling his tongue around your clit while brushing against your sweet spot repeatedly. The edges of your vision were hazy and dark, the coil nearly snapping.

“C’mon sweetheart— let go.” He whispered, licking up and down your clit quickly.

With one last stroke against your sweet spot, you were crying out, pathetic whines leaving your lips as your body twitched and jolted, no doubt having fallen off the island if he weren’t holding you down. Waves of ecstasy flowed within you, your entire body buzzing as he kept lazily stroking your walls, avoiding your sweet spot in order not to overstimulate you.

He peppered kisses to your pussy and inner thighs as you came down, every now and then hips twitching at every other kiss he’d place on your clit.

Your breathing was slowly coming back down, you stayed laying on the island— completely covered in sweat. You had a dumb weak smile on your face, your eyes fluttered shut from the intense pleasant buzz that filled your being. You almost felt like you were floating.

“You with me honey?” He joked, giving your sensitive bud one last kiss before raising up to his feet.

He gently pulled you up so you were sitting up now. He let out a tiny chuckle at your ducked out expression.

“(Y/n)?” He teased, tucking stray hairs behind your ear.

You nodded and leaned into his touch, closing your eyes in contentment.

“I’m perfect.” You whispered, looping your arms around his waist, burying your face into his chest.

His heart pulsed at the action, you looking so delicate and pure hugging him like a little monkey. The waves of pure bliss from your state were overwhelming, taking over all his senses— but it still couldn’t block out the guilt that came after.

“You’re a little cuddle bunny, aren’t ya?” He cooed, rubbing your back soothingly.

He didn’t hear a response, and if you did respond— he couldn’t hear it due to his mind getting lost in the what if’s. The guilt eating away at him.

He supposed he’d had fun until the moment came where he couldn’t anymore.

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[sluttywoozi]

Morning Glow | Daydreaming Part III

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~4.0k

Summary: You should have known you were telling on yourself by begging Seonghwa to just fuck you without opening you up first.

Part I | Part II

Warnings: pwp, talk of f. masturbation, kissing, praise kink, dirty talk, fingering, hand kink ? idk, multiple orgasms, oral f. rec., squirting, size kink, big dick hwa, dacryphilia, soft sex, creampie

Reader Notes: cums easily, wap, size queen, has longish nails, gets emo (my bad)

You blink awake to soft sunlight and a sleeping Seonghwa. You’re laying on your stomach, the sheet low on your hips and his arm draped over your waist, and you’re almost annoyed to discover he looks even more angelic in the cool morning rays. His eyes are closed gently and his face is smoothed out, though a small smile quirks up the corners of his plush lips. 

You test your legs, tightening your thigh muscles and letting out a quiet hum when you realize you’re not very sore at all. He fucked you hard last night, bent you in ways you didn’t know you could bend, and you expected to have to army crawl to the bathroom. 

Instead, you can inch away, slide out from under his arm and off the bed. You tiptoe to the ensuite, flicking on the light and closing the door as softly as you can before going about your business and brushing your teeth. You still feel giddy putting your toothbrush back into the jar next to his, though you started keeping one here months ago. 

You turn off the light and open the door slowly, peeking out to see if Seonghwa is still sleeping. He’s lying in the same position, his back to the door and his arm stretched out over where you were, but when the door squeaks, he lifts his head and turns to you.

You grin at him, nearly skipping back to your side of the bed before climbing in and snuggling under his arm and the sheets. “Hi, baby,” he murmurs, leaning over to press a kiss to your lips and tasting your fresh breath. He pulls away, grimacing and covering his mouth as he rolls to the edge of the bed. 

“What’s wrong?” You ask, staring at him in bewilderment while he all but runs to the bathroom. 

“I’m brushing my teeth!” He calls from the bathroom, his words garbled but intelligible. You inspect your nails as you wait for him to spit and rinse, noting absentmindedly that you deserve a manicure. 

“I don’t wanna kiss you with a gross mouth,” he explains as he jumps back into bed, the mattress bouncing with his added weight. He wiggles in close, laying his arm over you again and kissing you with minty lips. 

You see an idea light up his brain, something like a realization sweeping across his face, and you don’t know whether to inch closer or back away. The last time he looked like this, he started calling you a good girl and praising you for doing the bare minimum. 

“So, it seems you know what you like when it comes to sex. What else have you discovered?” Seonghwa asks, his fingers slowly walking up and down your spine. 

“Well,” you stall, nervous to be so open with him. You should have known you were telling on yourself by begging him to just fuck you without opening you up first. “I can cum five or six times in, like, half an hour, even with nothing inside.” 

He takes in a deep, measured breath, his eyelids fluttering gently like your words touched him viscerally. 

“Of course, I like it better with something big to squeeze down on-“

“I noticed,” He smirks, his fingertips digging into a knot just under your shoulder blade as if in revenge. You wince, wiggling away from his touch before forcing yourself to stay still and let him work. 

“Also, I can squirt.”

Seonghwa freezes, his gaze suddenly locked onto yours and burning with the same fire you saw last night. 

“Show me. Please.” 

“I don’t have my vibrator.” That’s not the only thing stopping you. You’ve never touched yourself in front of anyone before, and this is Seonghwa, and you’re scared you’ll feel too self conscious to even orgasm at all. 

Thankfully, he doesn’t push. He just sighs, deflating a little before perking up again and asking, “If you’re not too sore, can I try to make you squirt? You didn’t yesterday, and you didn’t cum five times either.”

“You can try, but don’t feel like you have to compete with me. I’ve been touching myself a lot longer than you have.”

His full lips spread in a wry smile, a smile you soon feel pressed against yours in a soft kiss. It doesn’t stay soft for long, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip before his tongue soothes the sting. 

“That just means I’ve got a lot of time to make up for,” he exhales as he braces himself over your body. “Can you get on your back, baby?”

You listen, twisting around beneath him until your breasts brush his chest and you can feel his cock stir. He’s big even though he’s barely hard, and you swallow the moan that suddenly coats your tongue at the thought of him fitting inside you. 

His lips cover yours one, two, three times more before he drags them over your jaw and down your neck, sinking his teeth into whatever spots strike his fancy. His mouth catches on your left nipple, his tongue laving over the bud as he purses his lips and sucks. He doesn’t neglect the other side, his fingers rolling and plucking at your right nipple as he takes long, deep pulls of the left. 

You moan and so does Seonghwa, like he feels the sparks down his spine and the throbbing between his legs too, and when his dick twitches against your thigh, you think he might. You wonder if you could cum just from this, just from his mouth and fingers on your tits, and decide to save that for a rainy day. You’re sure Seonghwa will be all too eager to participate in your plans. 

His mouth replaces his fingers, his now free right hand sliding down your body and cupping your center, the groan that vibrates over your skin making you gasp. You must be wet, you feel like you are, and Seonghwa’s fingers glide as they trace from your entrance to your clit and back again, exploring for minutes that feel like hours. 

You try to be patient, try not to arch into his mouth or push into his hand, but it’s difficult when he’s touching you so softly you can barely feel it. It’s only when he dips a fingertip inside that you finally whine and let your hips buck, your pussy sucking his finger in deeper and deeper until his knuckles bump against you. 

“Impatient,” he chuckles lowly, pulling off your nipple and shuffling down your body before pushing your legs up and apart.

“Can you keep your thighs open for me? If it starts to hurt, we can put you on your stomach.”

You nod, hooking your hands under your knees and feeling exposed in the morning light. You don’t have time to be shy as Seonghwa pulls his finger out and sinks two inside on the next stroke, curling them up and searching for your g-spot. You’ve found it before on your own, that’s how you made yourself squirt, and you know it’s only a matter of time before Seonghwa finds it too. 

Seconds later, his fingers graze over the patch of nerves inside you and a sharp gasp escapes, your pussy clenching down and your eyes squeezing shut. He hums, tapping the pads of his fingers into it once before retreating. 

He builds the pace slowly, sliding his fingers in and out and just barely rubbing into your g-spot. You want him to go faster but it’s also luxurious to feel someone else do this to you for once, to just lay back and let your inhibitions slip away as he works you up. 

His fingers are longer than yours too, not much thicker because his hands are so beautiful and delicate, but they’re able to really press into your g-spot and grind. It’s a feeling you almost don’t know how to handle, a pressure deep inside that grows and grows and grows until it breaks like a wave, your back bowing and your voice high as you keen your way through an orgasm. 

Neither you nor Seonghwa expected it to happen so fast, but you won’t complain and it’s obvious he won’t either, his face slack with awe while he watches your entrance cinch and loosen around his crooked fingers. 

He doesn’t let up, instead he lowers his mouth to you and laps at your clit, his tongue soft and hot and perfect against you. You feel a third finger press inside, the slight stretch of your walls delicious, like a taste of what you felt with Seonghwa’s dick inside of you. Thinking about that feeling has you shivering, has your pussy fluttering, has your clit throbbing, and when he spreads his fingers apart, you can’t hold in the whine. 

Seonghwa responds with a groan, the vibrations of it traveling through your clit and straight into your core. It doesn’t take more than that for you to cum again, your cunt leaking around his digits and your nails digging so hard into your thighs you fear you’ll break the skin. 

“So good, baby, just like that,” he mumbles into you, puckering his lips around your clit and sucking, drawing your orgasm out so long you start to shake. 

“Should I keep going?” He pulls away to ask, slightly concerned as he eyes the way your thighs tremble. 

“Yeah, I can take more,” you assure him breathlessly, staring down at the picture he makes. His hair is tousled, his eyes half lidded and blazing, and his lips are swollen, red, wet with your arousal. He looks so handsome you could cry, and as he wraps those luscious lips around your clit again, you honestly think you might. 

Tears start to dampen your lashes as you take in a deep, shuddering breath, his fingers pressed tight to your g-spot and his mouth searing hot on you. It’s inescapable, the pleasure, and so unbelievably different with his touch rather than yours. You can’t anticipate what he’ll do, how he’ll touch you, what he’ll say. Everything is a surprise and the excitement just heightens your senses, makes every touch feel like the first. 

You wish he was your first, but you’ll be happy with him being your last instead. 

You can’t imagine anyone else making you feel like this, anyone else handling you with such care and passion. You can’t imagine anyone else, period. Seonghwa is it for you, and at that revelation, you fall apart again. 

His thumb replaces his mouth on your clit so he can lap at your stretched entrance, his wrist tilting down, spreading you open even further so his tongue can delve inside along with his fingers. Your pussy feels so full but now your head feels empty, devoid of all thoughts beyond Seonghwa Seonghwa Seonghwa. 

That’s all you can say too, just whimpers of his name in between gasping breaths and weak cries, tears bubbling over and spilling down your cheeks as he presses down harder with his thumb. 

You fall into a daze, your hearing muffled and your vision dotted with stars, when he makes you cum for the fourth time. The sea of bliss is hard to swim through so you just try to stay afloat, try to keep breathing and keep holding your legs up, try to listen to Seonghwa as he pulls his tongue out to speak filth into you. 

“My pretty girl, so beautiful when you cry for me. I bet your tears taste almost as good as your perfect little cunt. Want one more?”

You don’t know if he’s talking about fingers or orgasms, but the answer is an affirmative either way, so you nod frantically and push out, “Yes, Hwa, please,” knowing he’ll tell you to use your words. 

He rewards you by tucking his pinky inside on the next stroke, fucking you open with four of his fingers and digging them into your g-spot with every thrust. All you can do is whine feebly, feeling something starting to build deep in your pelvis as his thumb speeds up on your clit and his fingertips grind into you. 

“Seonghwa! I’m gonna, I-I’m,” a wail interrupts your warning, but Seonghwa must get it because he doesn’t change anything, just lowers his mouth to you and breathes, “Gonna squirt, huh? Gonna get me all wet with you? I wanna be fucking drenched, baby.”

That’s what gets you, hearing just how bad he wants it, and you feel the dam inside of you break, your wetness flooding out around his fingers in spurts. He groans so deep you can feel it in your stomach, his lips touching his fingers as he presses his open mouth to you, catching as much of your arousal on his tongue as he can. 

You can’t stop clenching, can’t stop crying, your cheeks just as wet as your pussy, and you feel him switch back into doting boyfriend mode when you let out a pitiful little sob. 

He’s wiping his face off on the sheets in no time, rising to hold himself above you with his left hand and leaving his right between your legs to keep you full. He coos quietly, dotting kisses all over your face and sucking away your tears before whispering, “You okay, baby?”

You try to nod but you can’t really move, your body not cooperating with your brain as it slowly comes back online. You manage a shaky, “Mhm,” and attempt to release your thighs, wincing as they fall back to the bed. Your hands are numb, your hips aching, but you can still feel yourself throbbing around his fingers, desperate for something thicker, longer, harder. 

“Will you fuck me?” 

He narrows his eyes at you, prods your g-spot one last time, and pulls away. Your face crumples and he rushes to soothe you, cleaning off his pruney fingers and cupping your face with both hands. 

“I just don’t want to hurt you, sweetheart.”

“You won’t! Not in a way I don’t like, at least.” Seonghwa arches a brow at your words, something in his gaze telling you he’s filed that little tidbit away for later, but agrees with a sigh. 

“Let’s get you comfy, then, hm?” 

You still feel weighed down to the bed so he moves you himself, rolling you onto your stomach and pulling you up on your knees so he can slide a pillow beneath your hips. He straddles your thighs, pushing your asscheeks apart with both hands and letting his cock skim your folds, the head bumping against your clit in a way that makes you jump. 

“Relax, baby, I’ll take care of you.”

You feel your muscles untense one by one until you’ve melted into the bed, pillowing your head with your arms and tilting your hips up to give him better access. 

“That’s it,” he breathes, gripping his dick with one hand and lining himself up before starting to press inside. There’s not as much of a stretch as there was last night, but he still feels better than any of your dildos. He’s longer, thicker, hotter, and, best of all, he’s Seonghwa. The man you love, the man you trust, the man whose cock absolutely does not match his frame. 

You feel thankful, blessed, to have met him. The way he sinks into you is sheer perfection, his dick so big it fills your weeping pussy to the brim and then fills it some more, the angle allowing him to root himself all the way inside you. He shivers above you, his fingers spasming on your ass before they dig in deep, and he pulls his hips away slowly, pausing with just a few inches left to spare. 

You expect him to snap forward, to plunge back into you, but he softens his grip instead, bends to hover over you with his hands braced on either side of your head. His chest brushes against the sensitive skin of your back and you move your hands to cover his. He tangles your fingers together, lays a soft kiss on your shoulder, and pushes inside of you. 

He slides in just as slowly as he slipped out, and part of you wants him to go faster, to fuck you like he did last night, but the rest of you thinks it might be nice to be treated delicately, like someone to be treasured, to be held. 

And that’s how you feel, you feel held by him. Tears burn in your throat again and you let them well up, let them puddle beneath your turned head. Seonghwa leans in, kisses your shining cheekbone, and rests his head against yours. You feel more than hear him say, “I love you,” his bedroom silent but for the whirring fan and your pounding heart. 

“I love you,” you whisper, gasping as he grinds into you and turns to press his face against your spine. Rolling his hips into yours again, he starts to speak quietly, “Move in with me. I know I shouldn’t a-ask you now, like this, but I just, fuck, I just want you around all the time.”

“I want to wake up with you every day, and go to sleep with you every night. I m-shit, might’ve already cleared out some space, but you don’t have to answer now, and I won’t be upset if you say no.”

It takes you hardly any time to mull it over. Logistically, it checks out. Seonghwa lives closer to campus than you do, your lease is up this month, and he has a spare room that’s only half filled with legos so you can still have a bit of your own space. Emotionally, you adore Seonghwa and yearn to be near him at all times. Moving in with him would be a dream. 

You’re proud of yourself for even thinking it through while he’s still moving inside of you, all of the veins on his thick cock rubbing against your walls in the absolute best way. You’re even more proud of yourself for gathering your voice enough to answer him with more than a sob. 

“Of course I will, Seonghwa. I’ll literally move in t-tomorrow if you want.” 

You can feel his teeth press against you, and you know he must be grinning, beaming, and suddenly, you wish you could see him. 

“Hwa, can I flip over?”

He hums his yes, gently freeing one hand from yours and using it to hold the base of his cock as he pulls out of you. You wriggle around as gracefully as you can, widening your legs just enough for his waist to fit and sighing as he fills you again, your hips still propped up by the pillow. 

The angle is immaculate, especially when he starts to pull further away, dipping up to graze your g-spot on his way in and out. He leans in to kiss you and you melt into him immediately, lifting your arms to wrap around his neck as he pushes into you over and over, your lips opening on a gasp. 

He sucks your tongue into his mouth, gentleness giving way to filthiness just like with his hips. You’re still getting wetter, somehow, though your walls hug his cock every time he pulls back like you don’t want him to leave. You wish you could stay like this forever, stay wrapped around him, stay connected with him, but you’ll settle for getting to live with him. 

You rock together, the movement of his hips as constant as the tide, while he kisses you breathless. The remaining thoughts in your head start to slip away and soon, you can barely even concentrate enough to kiss him back. It’s too difficult to participate when he just keeps filling you, just keeps grinding against all the sensitive spots deep inside, just keeps throbbing and twitching and leaking inside of you. 

“Getting close,” he murmurs against your lips, “Can you cum again?”

You’re honestly not sure but it’s worth a try, so you nod and do your best not to dig your nails into the back of his neck when he works a hand between your thighs and sets his fingers on your swollen little clit. He’s gentle, just barely swirling the pads of his fingers over the aching bundle of nerves, but it’ll be enough. 

You know it will be, because you can feel the coil starting to tighten in your stomach, feel your pussy get tighter around him, feel the way your heart skips a beat before galloping away. He grows inside you, his cock hardening further, just before he groans brokenly into your mouth and breaks. 

He collapses further, laying himself out over you and pressing you into the bed as his balls empty inside of your spasming cunt. Hot streams of cum paint your walls, the jerking of his dick and the feeling of him flooding you pushing you over the edge into one final dizzying, blinding, life-changing orgasm. 

It steals your breath, robs you of the ability to think, speak, move. You drift for who knows how long, the only thing anchoring you to this world being the weight of his body on top of you. He pets your hair, whispers sweet words of love and devotion to you as you slowly come back to yourself. 

“Love you so much, baby.”

“Did so well for me, pretty girl.”

“Anything you want, anything you need, I’ll give it to you.”

His love seeps into your skin like sunlight, warms you from the inside out, makes you feel so bright, you could shine. 

When his cock fully softens inside of you, he slips out slowly, covering your cunt with his palm to keep his cum from dripping out. You jump at the feeling, your pussy tender and oversensitive, and he hums an apology, caressing your cheekbone with his thumb as he disentangles himself from you. 

You feel the loss immediately, though he doesn’t go far. Just to the ensuite to turn the tub faucet on, it seems, and you relax again at the sight of him padding back into the bedroom, naked as the day he was born. 

He sits on the edge of the bed and gazes at you, sighing a bone deep, satisfied sigh before smiling gently and saying, “I had a little, um, daydream last night, about eating you out and tucking you in and watching your favorite movies and ordering your favorite takeout. I already got to eat you out, and now I get to do the rest. I’m so lucky.”

He almost sounds embarrassed telling you this, and you feel so fond of him, you could die. Before you can respond, he continues speaking, like he’s in a rush to move on. 

“Let’s get you into the tub, it should be nearly full by now.” 

You scooch to the edge of the bed, standing on legs that shake like a fawn’s and making your way (with Seonghwa’s help) to the bathroom. He leaves you to grab towels and pajamas, but you can manage from here. You haven’t had sex without a condom with anyone other than Seonghwa but you know you should pee after to avoid a UTI, so you take care of that business and sit for a little bit longer to let the cum drip out of you. 

It’s an odd feeling, emptiness where there was once such fullness, even though you’re aware that’s your usual state. You just feel more whole when he’s inside you, like all your sharp edges are rounded out and all your fractures are filled in. 

Seonghwa returns after you flush, holding your arms as you climb into the steaming tub and settling in behind you when you reach for him. He wraps his arms around you, taking both of your hands and pressing a lingering kiss to your shoulder when you squeeze his fingers. 

“Love you,” you murmur, your words blending together in your lethargy.

“Love you too,” he mumbles into your neck, his voice low and drowsy. 

You’re asleep before either of you can speak another word. 

AN: for @whatudowhennooneseesyou wowowow this one took me so many months to start and like two days to finish! it's been almost a year to the day since i posted Daydreaming and I never planned on writing another part, let alone two, but here we are! if you can't tell, i love and adore Seonghwa and also want him in ways that are concerning to feminism like i DESIRE this man carnally, emotionally, physically, metaphysically, metaphorically, theoretically, all of the lly's

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Asking you to be their s/o (SAKURA, UMEMIYA)

‼️ MANGA SPOILERS FOR UMEMIYA, I RECOMMEND YOU DONT READ HIS HEADCANNON IF YOU'RE AN ANIME WATCHER, HIS SECTION DROPS LOTS OF SPOILERS!! ‼️

Haruka Sakura

He is extremely nervous when asking. He learned from the help of Suo and Hiragi that he must be the one to ask. Suo said it helps to swoon the woman even more but Hiragi simply insulted him that if you don't ask first he's a wimp.

His palms, head, hands, back was drenched with sweat. He wanted to make it perfect, well, he tried to at least.

First he took you out on a date, you weren't even aware it was because of how long you two have been going out together. He brought you to a cafe, paid for your food, you two checked out the claw machines and he even won you some plushies that you couldn't wait to get your hands on, and finally, he brought you to his house for the first time ever.

You found it a bit funny of how empty it was. He invited you to stay for dinner and now you two found yourself eating ramen on the floor, and afterwards talking about how the day went. This was when he started to get nervous, you two were at the balcony watching the sunset, it was quiet and the only sounds were either him or you speaking and the sounds of a cicada bug.

Then it got quiet.

It was getting late and you figured it was time to go, but something in the air burned the tip of your nose, you could smell something coming and you didn't dare to look back at him. The tension began to grow thicker, and the both of you knew that, it seemed like he was now too close to you, you could smell his minty aroma, and the way his breathing started to grow rapid.

Something was coming.

"...[Name]...?"

You nearly wanted to jump right off the balcony when he said your name after a long moment of silence. You hummed.

"Yeah?"

There it was again, silence. By this time, it was getting even more darker, and you took this chance to glance at him to see if he noticed, but as soon as you did, you realized he had been already staring at you when the both of you locked eye contact.

The two of you turned away in a flash, with wide eyes and heat covering your face. He knows, and you know.

"...I, I wanted to say, uh..." He began.

His eyes were darting all over the place, he has to face you, he should face you. His face then turned to yours, and he noticed you stared off into the distance nervously.

His face began to falter, and blush covered his cheeks. This time, your breathing went rugged as you tried your best to hold yourself together, otherwise you'd fold the moment you turned and looked at him. Your eyes slowly shifted towards his making him jump on spot but shook away his jitters and continued with what he was saying.

"I, I really had fun today, and um, I hope you did too," He paused looking around trying to figure out what to say. He should've prepared even more.

You hum again, "Yes?"

"And! A-and, I hope we have more dates like this..."

You shot your body towards his unexpectedly making him go even redder. Now that you two were face to face, none of you could escape this, "Dates?"

"Ahh, y-yeah?"

"As in, we're dating...?"

The image of his head nearly falling off, his eyes widened and he shuffled back caught off guard, "Y-you're, stop it!"

"What?"

"...H, I-I'm supposed to be asking..."

"Asking what...?"

"...I, ugh!"

"?"

"Will you be my girlfriend?!" His voice echoed from the impact of his shouting. You stood there in utter shock, now that his words were finally out, the two of you stared at each other as of you took a bath in lava, both your eyes were so wide that your eyeballs could fall out any second, all while looking back at each other with you breathing beating out of your chest.

"...Yes, I want to be your..." Your voice paused as his expression turned to disbelief.

"Girlfriend."

Hajime Umemiya

He's never dated anyone in his entire life. He has a reason behind that though.

Growing up alone and being raised in an orphanage for the majority of his adolescent years, he's grown accustomed of treating everyone equally as he never wants anyone to feel the way he did when he was younger.

Even so, he's rejected a few girls on his roster, and ended up friend zoning them. It was hard to get him to fall for anyone, so when he finally finds a girl that he's interested in, this is one of the many few moments he doesn't know what to do. He's stumped.

He's been good friends with you for quite some time, if not he was probably the closest person to you at Bofurin, and he made sure of that. He knew he already had an upper hand with you and chances are, you wouldn't reject him, so why is he now losing his marbles whenever the thought of him confessing to you makes him all jittery?

He asks you to meet him up at the garden like he usually does, it was one of his many sly tactics to get you to hang out with him and it worked like a charm. What the both of you didn't know, on the forecast, it was expected to rain in an hour, the clouds began to grow darker in shade, as the sun was no longer seen and before the two of you knew it, it began to rain.

It was great for the plants you two had just tender, that meant you didn't have to spend more time to water them, but this caused the both of you to hurriedly run to all the pots of veggies that were under a ceiling and drag them into the open where water would hit them. The two of you were laughing while doing so, the both of you looked absolutely insane just running in the pouring rain in hopes to water your plants. His shirt was soaked, his hair was now damp and flat unlike his natural flowing hair. You discarded your uniform since it was just you two out, the white shirt you wore was now starting to become see-through just like his, your feminine features began to show, and the shorts you wore were thigh length.

But even after getting all the plants out in the open, the two of you started to play in the rain on the roof top.

It started with you simply getting the pint of water and splashing it on his back when he was crouching down to place down the last pot. Seeing that the both of you were already drenched from head to toe, you might as well just make him even more wet since there would be no difference.

He jumped at first and whipped his head around and saw you began to run back to one of the sheds and began to collect the rain water that was falling from one of the ridges from the roof of the shed to pour it back on him. He took off his shoes because they were already filled with water, you quickly did the same thing before running off to defend yourself as you held onto the now heavy pint of water as he retrieved a metal bucket instead making you scream out laughing.

The two of you were laughing so much and screaming whenever one of you were able to splash water on each other. The rooftop floor was surrounded by water, it was amazing how much there was, which caused Umemiya to slip and fall unexpectedly as you watched him collapse backwards and hit his back harshly on the wet floor. You gasped in concern. The fall indeed looked painful and you immediately dropped the plastic pint in your hands and rushed to where he was laying down flat on the ground, he had a hand on his head and the other on his chest as his face turned into a scowl with his eyes shut closed.

"Umemiya, are you okay?!" You asked right away. You bent down and began to hear his groaning and hissing sounds and reached out an arm to check on him.

Then suddenly, the scene of the grey-haired man in pain turned into a cheeky smile as his eyes opened back up and quickly grasped the arm you held up and pulled you down to crash onto his chest.

You screamed when it happened and he only laughed manically as you began to scold him for faking his reaction.

Your arms began to try to pry his hold off, but he only gripped you tighter, "You are such faker!"

"Sorry [Name], couldn't help myself, I had to get back at you!" He defended himself. The two of you were practically wrestling each other by now. Your pleas and attempts to escape his grip staggered, it was breathtaking to use force compared with his sheer strength. So when you finally gave up, you called quits and rested your head on his chest, the both of you breathing heavily. He loosened his grip on you when he finally realized you weren't going to struggle anymore, but even so, he kept his arms around you as you listened to his heart beat.

It was slow and condemned, it was almost soothing to hear. The rain didn't seem to stop as you two laid under the grey clouds. It wasn't a cold type of rain, in fact it even felt warm. Or was it warm because he was there with you?

You shifted your head to look up at him and noticed he was now resting, enjoying the droplets of rain falling on the two of you. You smiled.

"Why do you look so happy?" You asked. He then opened his eyes to look at you. He used his arms and carried you surprisingly so you'd be face to face with him. Your face covered his from the rain as you weren't expecting to be this close to him, but here you were, practically on top of Hajime Umemiya with both your legs on each side of his torso. His hands rested on the plush of your things making your arms shake that were placed on each side of his face.

He then smiled making your expression stumbled, "Because you're here with me," He said, softly looking back into your eyes.

"I'm glad," You responded unsure where he was going with this.

This time, his breathing went staggered as his eyes flickered between your eyes and lips.

"I wish you could always be here."

The sudden words that fell out his mouth made you widen your eyes. Silence filled the both of you. You weren't expecting something so taboo from the man right in front of you. Romance seemed like it was never on his to do list at all, so when the words of his wish to be with you all the time, there's no question about what he meant. Because even you understood what he was implying.

"Umemiya?" You questioned still in shock from his reaction.

The look in his eyes drove you insane. It wasn't something you've never seen before, he looked like he needed something so bad, like it was something he needed to function for the rest of his entire life. So when he looked back at you with those damming eyes, you knew what was coming.

"Please, stay with me."

[idesofrevolution]

The Journey of Dr. Santana Fabrega

There's nothing quite like your bro slobberin' over your sweaty feet while tokin' on a hookah. Let me just tell you- everybody's happy. I'm stoked to be stoned and minty fresh, and he's happy to taste my ripe size 12's. Who isn't the happiest? The folks. Sure, I dropped out of college, sure I started focusing one hundred percent on my art, sure I have a parade of guys out of my little basement lair... but I never got why they had to be such fuckin' buzzkills.

Ever since they joined that church when I was at uni, my parents have been sucked into the Evangelical cult. Not the whole lifting your hands up to Jesus & speaking in tongues sort of church, by the way. Man, they're out there with picket signs at sex clinics, bannin' books at the high school, all that crazy fuckin' Christian Nation bullshit. They're my parents, so I love 'em and whatever. But fuck, those psychos really fucked 'em up. So now, their crusade is "curing" me of my gayness. Didn't really matter that I'm pan, they don't really know the difference. They don't really care about the difference, though. Not straight, not right.

So when they caught me the other day with Sam cleanin' my dick in the basement, it was World War 3. Man, a Nuclear Bomb would have less energy than my mom's hysterical shrieking. It's Florida, so it's nothing the neighbors haven't heard before. But, shit. I thought my eardrums were gonna pop. They stomped off upstairs, bein' all 'we are going to talk about this later, Santiago.' So, I let Sammy finish up, I pulled on some shorts and I went upstairs to face the fire while he snuck out the basement window. Fuck, I wished I were him.

The 'family meeting' went about as well as you'd expect. Threats of burning in hell for all eternity, demands that I find the Lord, etc. Apparently he doesn't like a lot of things about me: my weed, my tattoos, my sexuality, my piercings, my hair for some reason? I don't know man, I just tuned out after a while. What I did catch, though, they were sending me to substance abuse counseling. Couldn't help but laugh, and that sent dad through the fuckin' roof.

"Doctor Fabrega is going to teach you some manners, young man. Make you a Godly man, like you should be." Yada yada yada. He should have known better than to give me the doc's name. After the ass reaming, I made my way back downstairs to the computer. It took five minutes of research to find this Doctor Fabrega. Turns out he's a Christian Therapist, but that wasn't what was most interesting. Down in his specializations, buried beneath substance abuse & cognitive behavioral therapy was a word that caught my eye: licensed Hypnotherapist.

I knew exactly what kind of bullshit they were tryin' to pull on me. But when I was enrolled at U Miami, my major was Psychology. Not only that, but I still happened to have access to the university library. Oops.

I texted Sammy, knowing I was gonna be up all night doing research, and that my dick would need some appropriate attention under the desk. I was gonna show this motherfucker just how sick it really is to be like me.

---

The waiting room was bullshit. Cold white walls, bright wood floors... It looked straight out of an IKEA ad. I'd already been there for like 20 minutes past my appointment time, giving me just enough time to scroll through the last chapter on my phone. I hear the receptionist call out my name, and I head toward the office. Just as bullshit as the waiting room. It's like the guy wants to live in a psych ward- no color anywhere. At least get a blacklight or something.

"Santiago Rivera. Welcome, I'm Dr. Fabrega." The guy was hot as fuck, not gonna lie. Looked like he was straight out of Sao Paulo- even with the fancy suit you can't hide muscle like that. "Please, sit. It's so good to meet you." His voice was so weird. Speaking every word with like, perfect diction. You know those AI voices that talk that way? That's what it was like, as if he were trying so hard to hide an accent underneath.

"Just call me Santi, doc." I plopped down on the leather chair, might have put my feet up on his coffee table (don't recall), and he just looked at me like he was looking in a microscope. No idea what the deal was. He walked over to the couch and sat down with my file and started to drone on.

"Alright, Santi, it says here that your parents are pretty concerned about your behavior lately. You're 23 years old and a college dropout, you take illicit drugs, you have no job, and you're having unnatural thoughts. That's quite the list, bud." He was so fuckin smug, that sort of punchable glibness that only comes from a particular kind of self righteousness. Like Jesus himself came down and kissed them.

"So, first off. I did drop out of college, because I couldn't afford it. Second, I sure the fuck do smoke green because it's a) fun, and b) prescribed to me by my real doctor. Third, I do have a job. I do graphic design and graffiti art and I pay my own bills with it. And last off, yup: I fucked him." He sat there, somehow shocked that I told him how it was right off the bat. I'm not playing his little game, and that made him angry.

"I see. So you have no remorse for any of this? I believe your parents are very right to be concerned about where your life is headed."

"Fascinating, considering I'm moving out at the end of the month and they won't need to deal with my life. So. You married?" He was thrown off by that, just as I'd hoped. Right out of the blue. Knocks them off kilter for a second. An easy question to answer, so they usually do.

"Uh, well, no I'm not married. Is that your concern in all this?" Man, I couldn't help but laugh. He's trying to be sarcastic?

"Where did ya go to school for... whatever this is." This made him close my file, he even put it on the table and crossed his arms.

"I went to Liberty University, top of my class in their Doctor of Psychology program. You, it seems didn't make it that far, so you might not know what 'this' is." Oooh, he's big mad. I thought, let's push it. I did what most of my guys love, but would piss him off, I kicked off the Vans. Made sure I wore my skating shoes that day, the super ripe ones with the same damp socks. When they came off, those puppies let their presence be known.

"Sounds boring. Boring then, boring now. I got accepted into the Art Institute in Savannah, so I'll be headed that way soon. Be legit soon, then you wouldn't have anything to say. How's your sex life?" He thought he was so tough, not flinching at the musk, nor my question. But I knew both hit him right where I wanted. The question to make him mad, the stink to get him hot.

"Santiago, I think we should continue with our session. You can put your shoes back on and we can try some exercises to help you think a bit more clearly." I crossed my ankles, wriggling my toes a bit.

"I think they need some air. Are you gonna try and hypnotize me now? Or is that the last ditch effort when everything else fails?" He leaned back in his seat, the grimace growing stronger. "That stuff is not that hard to master. A couple days really and you got it down."

"Is that so?" He ground his teeth as he spat out his words. "It seems you know all there is to know, then." Time to hit it home.

"You know what, let's put money on it, doc. Hundred bucks says I can put you under." I got him, his eyebrow shifted just enough for me to see.

"This isn't a casino, Santiago. I don't bet money on client's health." I couldn't help but smirk. He left an opening I couldn't pass up.

"Aight, no money then. If I put you under, I get the bragging rights. If I don't, I'll play your stupid games. Win-win for you, nothing to lose but your dignity." Hook, line and sinker; he leaned in, grabbing the remote on the table next to him. He tapped a button, and the shades started to come down.

"Well then, Mr. Rivera. I wish you luck."

The room got dark. Really fuckin' dark. Fabrega hit another button on the remote, and a cool blue washed over the room. Gotta say, tight LED system. I kicked my shoes off the table, and scooted my chair forward. Showtime.

"Alright, Santana, I want you to just take deep breaths." He squirmed at my use of his first name, one last dig before I brain fucked him. He took his deep breaths one at a time, slowly getting deeper and deeper. "As I count down from one to ten, each number will bring you closer and closer to relaxation. Picture a long tunnel, at the end, a bright white light. With every number, you take a step forward to the light, do you understand?"

He nodded, it was an induction I'd made up this morning. I started from 10, telling him his first step he could feel the tingling relaxation in the tips of his fingers, slowly crawling up his hands and forearms. 9. Another step, the tingling creeps up his big muscly arms and shoulders. 8. One more step, the tingling is pushing up his neck and throat, reaching his tongue and teeth. 7. The tingling bursts into his head, a paradoxical rush of relaxation, a fog of dissonance washes over his brain as thoughts collide and crash about. 6. The tingling washes down his spine, flowing through his nerves into every part of his body. His body feels electric, a painless jolt running throughout him. I watched as he tensed up, his big muscles contracting and bunching him up. It was working.

We get to 5, starting at the crown of his head, the volts decrease, turning lugubrious and liquified like molasses sloshing about in his head. 4. The light is so close he can feel the heat, but his body is cooled as the syrupy fluid flows down over him like a waterfall, pooling in his big feet as it fills every crevice. 3. It feels as if he's trudging through mud toward the light, his legs feeling wobbly and gelatinous. 2. So close, his whole body feels like a massless blob, inching toward the final drop into the cavernous light. 1. He crawls toward the ledge, plummeting down into the endless void of bright white light. There, he will sit as I have a little bit of fun.

"Alright, Santana. Can you hear me in there?" Fabrega nods, expressionless. Fuck, that was maybe a 80/20 chance I was gonna fuck this shit up so bad. But I guess God really is on my side here. "Whenever I ask a question, you will answer truthfully. Whatever I say you will incorporate into your life. Now, Santana, what do you do when you're not at work?" His lips moved slowly and replied in monotone.

"I go to the gym, I go to the golf course, I hire my date, and I go home." Ooooh shit. He's giving my friends on the corners a decent living, good for him. Hardly a Godly thing to do. Either way, it was a perfect place to start.

"You love going to the gym, don't you, Santana?" He nodded. "You love gettin' all sweaty don't you?" His head began to shake, his expression furrowing a bit in disgust. "No, Santana. You love getting all sweaty. The feeling of those cool droplets on your hot muscles during a hard workout? Doesn't it feel good?" He pauses, before reluctantly nodding. Ahh I love gettin my fingers in his brain, never ceases to please. "You love that funk that comes off your sweat, Santana. You love sniffin your pits, your big feet, your balls... That musk means you're workin' hard. Keeping in shape. Staying virile. Isn't that right?" He nodded, squirming in the chair. I watched his body try to reject the instructions, try to rebel, but just one repetition had his back to stillness.

"You don't even like golf, do you?" He nodded, I didn't even need to manipulate him. "You much prefer hitting the beach, don't you? Seein' all the guys and gals starin' at your glorious bod... You love it, don't you?" He nodded, the side of his lip curling ever so slightly. "You love bringing out the speedo, letting the goods hang low, letting the buns bulge... you know they all wanna see it anyway..." He nodded again, it was like taking candy from a baby. The guy had the mental fortitude of a frog.

"You like fucking, too. You can have any girl or guy on the street with a single wink." He nodded, and I couldn't help but watch as his groin started to bulge. "Yeah, boy. You love taking that horse cock and plowing it into some ass... plowing it into some pussy... fucking their pretty little mouths..." Drool started to drip from the corner of his lip, and a little wet spot quickly appeared on his pants. "You're a freak, aren't you, Santana? You like fuckin' in the car, in the sauna, at the gym, under the desk... gushing gallons into them while you shove your sneaker on their face." He was moaning, slowly grinding against the open air. Can't lie, I was gropin' myself a bit just watching him.

"Now, Santana. I'm going to bring you back to your office, but when I do, you are going to be super laid back and chill with Santi during your sessions. If he says the word 'sniff' you will return to this space, return to an open mind, just as we have done here today. Do you understand?" He nodded one final time before I began his emergence. Counting back from one to ten, I watched as he slowly came back to the real world, and with one snap, he blinked his eyes and wiped his brow.

"Well, doc. I got the bragging rights." Fabrega pinched the bridge of his nose, as if he had a headache. Time to see if it had all paid off.

"Uhh... yeah... Santi. You got me there..." Perfect. He pulled his hand away from his nose, clicking the shades back up to their little hole. It didn't take long until he saw the wet patch on his bulbous package. He chuckled under his breath. "You'll have to excuse the mess, Santi... I have hyperspermia, so sometimes it all just flows out." Hot- and totally unprofessional. Just how I like 'em. I leaned back in my chair, smirkin' the whole way.

"Damn, doc. Firehose down there. Gonna have to show me sometime." He smirked and waved me off.

"I don't fraternize with clients, Santi. Oh, look at the time. I'm late for my 5:30. Alright, I'll see you next week." He stood up, extending his hand, his whole demeanor entirely changed. I slipped my Vans back on, spitting on my hand before gripping his. He shuddered a bit, sure. But we were gonna get real close, real quick.

---

The next few days flew by. My folks were so excited to see that I was looking forward to seeing Dr. Fabrega, and I loved knowing what they didn't. I was excited to see if Dr. Fabrega was gonna be Santana. So when I finally got back in for my appointment, I didn't need to wait long at all. Only five minutes and the door swung open, the receptionist completely flustered. The anticipation was killing me. She sat down behind her computer with tunnel vision and I walked into the office.

At first, I thought it was empty. He wasn't sitting at his desk, on the couch... but as I heard huffing from the balcony, I knew where to find him. I walked up to the sliding glass door, and turned outside to see one hell of a sight.

It was Santana. Nothing on but his whitie-tighties and his damp socks doing pushups on the bench. Fuck, those muscles were glistening in the light, his underwear with damp patches on his ass and bulge. His clothes sat in a pile near his head: jeans, a Miami Heat jersey, some sick dunks I wanted to steal... far from the stuffy suit he had on just the week before. He finally noticed me, and smiled.

"Santi! Hey! Just finishing up my lunch workout. Thought I'd get a session in today on the balcony. Damn, the fresh air is good for exercise!" I smirked. It was night and day. So far, gone was the bible thumping hypocrite, and here was what was underneath. If anything I was doing him a service.

"Shit, Santana! You're looking prime today. You gonna funk out our session today, or?" I punched him in the shoulder, and he giggled like a kid.

"It's eau naturale, my friend. Natural water. That's what it smells like." He slipped on his jeans and his big fuckin' sneakers, tossing the jersey over his head while we walked in. He trailed some deliciously ripe musk, and I couldn't help but savor a bit of it. We plopped down on our seats, and just started shootin' shit. I bitched about the parents, he bitched about his receptionist, I told him about Sammy suckin' my dick clean, and he told me about the threesome with a gym bro and his girlfriend. He was coming along beautifully. Though, I thought to myself, how's about a round two?

"Dude, by the way, those kicks are fuckin' tight." I pointed to the dunks, which he smugly kicked up onto the coffee table, showing them off.

"Thanks, man. They're the lifting shoes. My work boots, heh." I reached out, grabbing ahold of his foot, and yanked it off. He chuckled like a fuckin' idiot while I looked at 'em. Size 13, nice and big- and the smell wafting out of there... Fuck, man.

"Damn, dude you never wash your socks? These stink!" I playfully tossed the shoe at him, and just as he started to brush off the comment, I said my magic word. "Sniff it." Like a flipped lightswitch, his expression turned numb, slowly bringing the shoe to his nose and inhaling his own musk. I clapped my hands, rubbing them together: let's do a little more programming.

"Santana, You're a pretty chill guy, you know that?" He nodded. "You smoke, don't you? You know, the good shit?" Deep in his mind, he had to know it was me talking at this point, so I was talking to him like a bro. Establishes trust, ya know? He shook his head no. "Ahh, come on man. You love kickin' back and toking on that reefer after a long workout." Santana chuckled a bit, before nodding, still nose deep in his sneaker. "Yeah, you love smokin' out your bros, your babes... when you're not shootin' tequila!" He full out laughed on that one, nodding along. The sneaker slowly dropped from his hand, and he laid back in his chair.

"How old are you, Santana?"

"28." Shit, he was only a few years older than me. I mean, he looked young. But hell, you wouldn't have known it from the way he acted.

"Where are you from?" "Rio de Janeiro." Interesting. I clocked the accent. I was pretty proud of myself.

"Why do you try so hard to hide it? The way you talk, the way you dress, the way you act... You act like you're from Ohio." Another chuckle, I should have had a Netflix special. "You're gonna embrace that Brazilian pride, bro. Don't hide it for some mayo drinking buzzkills!" He furrowed his brow, nodding intently. This one was for his own fuckin' good. Be proud of that shit! "You should get some ink to really embrace it. Nothin' sexier than a tatted up stud, am I right?" He nodded again, his bulge once more springing to life. I smirked, simply wanting to know a little something somethin'.

"Do you think Santi is hot?" He sat there for a second, before slowly smiling and nodding. I didn't even need to program that one. Aww, big old himbo. "You're not afraid to let him know, are ya? I mean if you tell his crazy fuckin' parents that he's cured... He wouldn't be your patient anymore... Right?" His bulge twitched again, and he smirked devilishly as he nodded. "You like it when he's all up in your brain, don't you? You like it when he gets his dick deep in there and mind fucks you into a chill, laid back stud. Don't ya?" The dampness grew and his breath got heavy. He nodded, drooling down the sides of his cheeks. "Yeah, you wanna let him in completely, don't ya? Make you like him?" Moans grew, and his thrusting in the air quickened pace. "You wanna be best bros with him, don't ya? Bros with benefits... hangin' out, smokin' weed, hittin' the clubs, swappin' spit... swappin' cum... swappin' subs..." He started fuckin' howl. He was beggin' to splurge. "When I tell you, you will cum. And when you do, everything we talked about will be your truth. Now... Cum."

His eyes opened, still moaning loudly. He gripped onto his jeans, pulling down the waistband and underwear, that big old uncut donkey dick flopping out before shooting his load all over himself. Volley after volley. He wasn't kidding about the hyperspermia: maybe four double shots of his spunk sprayed like a geyser into the air. The 8th Natural Wonder of the World. He laid back and chuckled, throwing his arms behind his head.

"Fuck, brother!" The thickest accent flowed of those lips, deliciously thick. "After today, that'll be down your throat, cara." He pointed at me, hopping to his feet and shoving his python back into his pants. "So, I'll write your discharge papers, it'll get the pais off your back. Act the part until you're out, and just go live." Fuck yeah, we high fived, and I ruffled that sweaty mullet of his. "Hey, come over tonight. I got some friends comin' over... if you and Sammy wanna join." He winked and slapped my back. Damn, I did good.

"I'll be there, man! You save me a round so I can show you how to clean this dick." I groped my bulge, smirking as his bit his lip and winked. I've created a monster.

---

"Ei, sexy! Come get a toke before it's gone!" Such a demanding little bitch, I love him. I slipped his filled condom off my cock, the kinky fucker insisted, and I happily complied. If I'm being real, this psycho has taught me things! I flushed it down the toilet, and swung the bathroom door open to see him lounging on his bed, toking away at the blunt I packed.

"Hey you fuckin' hog, don't you smoke it all!" He chuckled dumbly, reaching over to hand me the blunt, taking the opportunity to snatch my wrist and pull me forward into a kiss. Fuck those lips were so good, pressed against mine or around my cock. "Isn't Carrie coming over soon? You gonna be able to get off so quick?" I pushed away, taking my puff.

"Ahh, plenty to go around, eh?" He groped that musky bulge that I had a feeling Sammy would be huffing later. "Ey, bring me my pants. We can go get a shot before she gets here." Heh, the last month or so crashing with him has been fuckin' sick. The folks think I'm rooming with some guy from the church, when really I'm gooning with my therapist every night in his bed. Savannah is letting me take online courses, I'll have my B.A. in a couple of years, and I'm already getting some gallery hits. Santana is gonna be my armcandy for the opening, and I told him to forget his deodorant. Fuck he’s perfect. But a thought had crept in my head the other day. One last program, one final idea planted in his head... Though, at this point, there was no need to put him under. I'd just ask him.

"Hey, so I gotta go to Georgia to finish up some paperwork at the school. It got me thinking... I'm followin' my dream. What about you?" I tossed him his pants and passed the blunt, taking a deep whiff of those ripe dunks before throwing them his way too.

"I could go back to the practice, though I think the bible thumpers would lose their minds, heh."

"Well... What we did for eachother... What if you did it for others?" I slowly got down to my knees, a smirk crawling across my face. "What if you could help those poor... misguided young men change their lives?" I crawled toward him, spreading his legs wide as I tossed his legs over my shoulders. "Wouldn't that be so... so... fun?" I slowly pulled down his musky briefs, releasing his monstrous cock again, the musky hooded beast slapping me on my cheek. "Then, we could have so... many... new.. friends..." I pulled down his slimy hood and wrapped my lips around his tip. I should have known better. His hand grabbed the back of my head, slamming it down onto his spear, my nose buried in his bush as he thrust back and forth into my mouth.

"Unff... Yeah, brother... Oh yeah... That sounds like a good... unhhhhh... good idea." Grunting, slapping, moaning, slurping... it all rang out in his room, until he gushed another thick load down my throat. "You wanna join me?" And in that moment, I smiled. It was the best idea he'd had yet.

[myerssimp21]

Knife's Canvas (Pt. 1)

Yandere Poly!Ghostface x Reader

warnings: mention of torture (not reader), planned stalking.

prompt inspired by @jadedstarlight03 's prompt to @creepyyanderegirl on yandere stu with artistic reader. I liked it and took my own spin with it since I simp for Billy too.

"I admired your sketch!"

The cursive note, adorned with a smiley face, stared back at you, earning an A+ grade on your inaugural in-class creative writing assignment at Woodsboro High. As a newcomer, you had hoped your depictions of characters like Garfield and Scooby Doo would endear you to the teachers, and it appeared they did. Sketched in red pen and colored with pastel pink highlighter, your drawings grinned up at you, surrounded by tiny glitter hearts.

"Oh, those are wicked!"

The cute blonde girl seated behind you leaned over your shoulder, her minty breath fanning into your face as she praised, "Do you draw a lot? Did you do those in class? It's pretty fast if you did."

"Yeah! I started doing art last year, but you get better and faster with practice," you replied with a warm smile, eager to make your first friend. "I think these took about 3-4 minutes each."

Your face warmed as she leaned closer, her chest lightly pressing against your back as she inspected your paper. She pointed to the little hearts, "Those are so cute!" Her approving face turned toward you as she introduced herself, "I'm Tatum."

"I'm ____," you replied, pleased to make introductions effortlessly. The teacher's allowance for 5 minutes of free time before class's end was a welcome opportunity for socializing.

"You should join my friends and me after our next class for lunch; maybe some of us will be in your classes!"

"That would be so nice," you said, relief evident in your voice. "I'm honestly pretty shy, so making friends can be intimidating."

Her dazzling smile accompanied her words, "Perfect! If you have Chemistry next with Mr. Scott, I'll show you where it is if you don't already know."

"Um," you leaned down to your backpack, sifting through your new student documents to find your schedule. "Oh, it's actually history with Ms. Johnson."

"Hmm," Tatum leaned back, crossing her legs as she thought. "I think Billy has that class. Maybe if you leave a little early, you can catch him. He's the guy with the, uh," she seemed to struggle for words, "grunge hairstyle? I think he's wearing a dark red t-shirt today if that helps. He's a little grumpy sometimes, though, so if you're too nervous or he's mean, we'll look for you at lunch."

The bell rang, and students not already congregating by the door got up to leave. You neatly tucked your graded paper into its designated folder and stood, slinging your backpack over your shoulder as Tatum rose in tandem.

"I'll try!" you said with a giggle, even though meeting Billy made you nervous. "It was nice to meet you."

"You too," Tatum said, pulling a pack of gum from her bag and offering you a piece before you left. "I think your next class should be in that building, right? I’m not sure if you had it yesterday or if it’s a Tuesday-Thursday class."

Thanking her again, you made sure your Discman had the CD you liked the most before connecting your headphones and heading off in that direction. You'd only have a few minutes of music, but it was worth it!

After finding your next class, you lingered around the door since you were early, hoping to at least place who Billy was from Tatum's description. After a moment of trying to not look awkward as you stood around, you spotted him.

He did have a grungier hair style, reminding you of a movie star you'd seen on TV recently. It threatened to fall in his eyes as he stalked towards the door, a bored look on his face. Now that you noticed him more, it was hard to ignore that he had a pretty face. Trying to not overthink it now that you realized you thought he was kind of cute, you pulled your headphones down from your ears until they hung around your neck as he came closer to the class.

When he noticed you looking at him as he drew closer, his eyes narrowed suspiciously, the scowl on his face deepening and making you feel even more nervous.

"Hi," you said somewhat sheepishly, "I'm ___. I'm new and met Tatum in my last class. You must be Billy."

His eyebrow raises and his eyes soften, but the scowl remains, “Oh?”

“Yeah…” you trail off a little, unsure of what to say since his response was sort of dry, “I’m from the more southern part of the state and we moved up here for my dad’s new job. I hear you guys experience the seasons up here so I’m excited to see them! The leaves never change in the fall where I’m from.”

His dark brown eyes have been boring into yours as you speak, making your face feel warm for the second time today. They dart down to the folder in your hands and he smirks as he says, “That’s cool.”

For your history folder, you’d tried to paint torsos and busts like the ancient historic statues from Greece and Rome you’d seen in a National Geographic magazine on the cover. They were naked torsos, but you had tried to make the nipples on the women look less prominent to avoid getting into trouble. If you had any sense, you’d have depicted something else to entirely avoid the possibility of getting into trouble, but you’d gotten irritated at the idea of censoring art.

“Oh, thank you! I hope I don’t get shit for the nudity, but I guess I could probably give them all clothes if I need to.”

He nods towards the classroom and you notice the hallways are getting quieter, “We should head in. There’s a couple empty seats near me.”

Ms. Johnson's strategy to get the kids interested in history was to start with the brutality of the medieval age, it seemed; with diagrams of the torture methods they created being the highlight of her second class after syllabus day.

The history class, guided by Ms. Johnson's unwavering enthusiasm, delved into the unsettling corners of medieval history. As the lesson progressed, she took a moment to present an image of a haunting artifact, projecting it onto the screen for the entire class to see.

"Now, can anyone tell me what this is?" Ms. Johnson asked, gesturing to the screen. It was a grotesque device, an iron contraption with a cold, heartless design. Sharp spikes protruded inward, forming a cage around the wearer's head. The unsettling silence lingered as the class peered at the image, growing discomfort palpable.

To everyone's surprise, ____ confidently raised her hand, her eyes betraying an unexpected depth of knowledge.

"It's called the Scold's Bridle," she answered, her voice steady. "An oppressive device designed to silence women who dared to speak their minds. The spikes prevented any speaking, ensuring their voices remained stifled."

Billy arched an eyebrow, intrigued. "How do you know about that?"

____ shrugged, a nonchalant smile playing on her lips. "I read a lot. History isn't just about dates and battles; it's about the struggles people faced, especially women, and respecting the challenges they went through."

Billy's skepticism softened as he nodded slightly. "Guess history is more twisted than we think."

____ leaned towards him slightly, a smile on her face that didn't quite reach her eyes and made his spine tingle slightly, "Oh, you have no idea."

"Ah, ____," Ms. Johnson said with genuine admiration and ____'s attention snapped back to her, "Impressive knowledge there. I'm eager to see your thoughts on this in more detail, perhaps in an essay. It's always refreshing when students connect with the material on a deeper level."

"Now, let's delve further into the complexities of medieval society. How these devices were not only instruments of physical torment but also symbolic of the societal norms of the time."

The lesson continued, and ____ slowly flipped through her sketchbook to find a fresh page, seemingly reviewing her previous art briefly as she did so. Billy faced the board, but his eyes were turned downward, toward ____'s hands. He caught a glimpse of previous drawings – a mix of cartoon characters and a few creepier depictions.

Angry faces splattered with red marks resembling blood and figures wearing intimidating masks (or just freaks with the scariest faces ever) caught his eye. Intrigued, he discreetly watched as she began absentmindedly sketching the torture devices described in class as she listened, switching out her pens to smear red ink on them. He caught his scoff before he uttered it when he realized she was drawing the devices in glitter pens, her eyes flickering from the images on the screen to back down at her paper.

He must have been too obvious, leaning in too closely or being too pointed with his staring now because she had flipped to a fresh page and locked eyes, an unreadable expression across her face. There was a pause before she tucked her sketchbook into her bag and turned her attention back towards the board.

Billy felt a mischievous idea forming in his head as he let his eyes linger on her, knowing she could probably see him staring in her peripheral. If she wasn't thrilled about him seeing her portfolio, perhaps there was more hiding in that sketchbook than just cutesy cartoons. It could be amusing for him and Stu to explore her place once they found out where she lived, hunting for more art she wasn't ready to showcase while they scoped out their new potential victim. If the glimpses of what he saw when she had flipped through it implied there was anything more beneath her vanilla exterior, Billy was confident that he and Stu could uncover it.

As the bell rang, she turned to him with what he'd call friendly eyes, the strange demeanor now gone, "Are you hungry or what? Is the cafeteria food at Woodsboro High edible or would I be better off hunting a bird?"

He huffed, "You'd be better off starving." Nodding towards the door, he started towards it, hardly waiting for ____ to collect her bag, "Maybe Randy will be enough of a simp to offer you whatever his mommy made for him."

Noticing the disdain Billy seemed to have for Randy's mother but feeling too tentative about the potential for conflict to ask more about it, ____ decided to leave it alone and hurry after him into the now bustling hallway.

[softstarlite]

Bathing In Love

A Joel Miller One Shot

Joel Miller x f!reader

Warnings: age gap implied, fluff everywhere, so sweet you'll get diabetes, sexual talk but not smut, baby presence. (reader is you amor, so just sit and enjoy ;-) )

Masterlist

Rating: +18 (not explicit)

Word Count: 3k

A/N: so here it is! My Joel fluffy one shot, to be honest this is very self-indulgent haha. I'm not completely sold on the title I came up with but I wanted to publish it so whatever. Hope you guys like it as much as I do. I wanna see if anyone realises what I did with Tommy's daughter's name ;-)

Dividers by @saradika

A deep and raspy “sweetheart” is the first thing you hear when sleep starts to leave your body, you can feel a heavy arm around your midsection and a scruffy beard scratching the back of your neck. You let out a sleepy groan and hide your face on your pillow from the bits of early light coming through the curtains making the already fully awake man behind you chuckle.

“We need to get up sweetheart” you feel the peck he leaves on your naked shoulder. You normally didn't have this much trouble getting up but the same man that was now waking you up had also made you stay awake till very late at night, moaning his name and the one´s above again and again.

“Let´s say we're sick and stay here all day” it's the first thing of the day to come out of your mouth with still so much sleep in your voice that's also slightly muffled by the pillow your head is resting on. You feel him rub your hip and his face buried on the back of your neck shaking from side to side.

“Now, you know why that would never work, even if we were the best of actors” he says before giving your shoulder another peck and a soft and tiny slap to your hip to then stand from the bed with a grunt and the crack of his knees.

You groan again but this time louder while you stretch your limbs still covered by the warm comfy covers. Your eyes finally open just when Joel is pulling up his legs the grey sweatpants that you, yourself discarded from his body last night. You stretch your body as quick as your sleepy state lets you, bending by the middle you reach with an arm outside of the bed to the floor, where Joel´s t-shirt from the night before was laying to pull it over you before he has a chance to get it himself. He rolls his eyes while walking to the wardrobe and you finally stand from the bed putting on the shorts that he almost ripped from you last night.

You pass by him on your way to the bathroom to wash your face and can't help giving his ass a squeeze on your way, after you wash your face you pass by him again and kiss his cheek before talking.

“I'll start a pot while you get ready” he can't help but look at you with so much love in his eyes; you could almost swear that anyone could turn the man in front of you from a murderous beast to a big teddy bear by just the mention of coffee.

“Thanks darlin´” he kisses your slightly chapped lips before you start making your way to the kitchen downstairs.

After about ten minutes Joel makes his way into the kitchen where he can see you making some eggs while you hum to Love Spreads by The Stone Roses playing from the record player in the living room, your back facing him.

His arms envelop you from behind and his head rests on your shoulder, making you breathe on his fresh minty breath, you lean your own head back into his shoulder while you stir the scramble eggs.

“I'll finish the eggs darlin´, you pour the coffee” he says into your ear while rocking the both of you softly to the music. You hum in agreement and turn around and pass him the spatula and he gives your forehead a little kiss.

As you put out from the cabinet three mugs and place them on the counter, the front door opens like every morning that Joel has patrol, indicating the arrival of Tommy. You turn your head over your shoulder to greet Tommy with a good morning when his footsteps start to approach the kitchen, but when you see the little ten month old in his arms, you forget the coffee, let out a squeal of excitement and run to take the bundle of joy from him.

Tommy gives to you his daughter with a chuckle and a roll of his eyes “It's nice to see too”

“Yeah, yeah, good morning Miller” you greet him with your own roll of eyes, joke coating your tone and a smile taking home in your face towards the baby in your arms.

Sophia Miller had captivated your heart since the first moment you saw her. She is definitely a Miller, you can see so much of Tommy and Joel in her.

Tommy takes after the coffee for you while you bounce his daughter on your arms and you coo to her.

“Mrs. Johnson couldn't take her today?” Joel says from the stove where he is making some toasts now after distributing the eggs between three plates. Mrs. Johnson is an elderly woman that always looks after Sophia while Joel and Tommy are on patrol and Maria is busy basically running all of Jackson.

“No, she couldn't, she said that her cat was sick and I genuinely do not know how to tell her any more times that Dr. Turner won't see it, that she's a human doctor not a vet” he explains while adding some milk to your coffee, since both brothers like it completely black “Me and Maria think that she's too young for the daycare and to mingle around the other kids but i guess today we have no choice, we have patrol and she´s managing the whole deal with those teens that run away” he puts one of the black coffees, the mug with the little owl in it that you found for him in one of you few runs that you barely do, beside the stove for Joel, then he brings the milky one to you where now you're sitting on the little table on the kitchen, almost bumping his hip on the meat grinder that Joel installed a while ago on the kitchen island; he joins you and Sophia by sitting on the chair in front of you.

When Joel finishes cooking, he puts one of the plates inside of the microwave so it stays as warm as it can for the almost sixteen year old that hasn't woken yet then he places one of the other two in front of you on the little table. Just before he moves away, you take little Sophia´s hand and wave it to him for her while saying with your cheesy baby voice “good morning, uncle Joel” , to which he responds with a pinch of he cheek with the back of two of his fingers, then he goes to pick up his own plate to eat while leaning into the kitchen island alongside his coffee.

“I can take her with me to the stable if you would like to, Tammy has a crib there for when she brings her son” you offer, shrugging your shoulders while feeding the baby on your lap a small piece of your eggs.

“You sure?” Tommy asks with slightly raised eyebrows, when you nod, he smiles like a mad man “oh thank you!” he expresses his gratitude by stretching himself over the table towards you and kissing your forehead and then his daughter´s “and that's why you´re my favourite person in this family” he exaggerates making you chuckle and Joel shakes his head.

Many hours later, you find yourself working on the stables, cleaning one of the empty stalls, its horse on patrol with a young patroller called Jesse. The youngest of the Miller family is on the crib that you had mentioned before, playing with a pair of plastic red cups that for some reason had been more entertaining to her than actual children's toys since she was old enough to hold them.

You hear the front door of the stables opening and the closing behind that had just entered the stables. You peek your head out of the stall and immediately you smile when you see that the person intruding is Ellie.

“Hey hon” you say before putting your head back into the stall to put down the manure fork that you were using, letting it lean on the stall´s wall, then you exit the stall towards where Ellie is standing while wiping your hands on the sides of your jeans.

“Hey, i just came to let you know that i'll spend the day at Dina´s, apparently Jesse found a new game for her console on the last patrol or something” she explain to you while she turn around and walks to the crib where the ten month old is too preoccupied with the cups.

You nod and walk to where they are, from beside the teen you put her bangs, that she lets off of her ponytail always, behind her ear and then look at the baby with her.

“Okay, you know the drill” you put your hands on the back pockets of your jeans.

“Yeah, yeah, make it back for dinner, I know” you were the one to actually negotiate this condition with her when you saw how much it affected Joel when she started to make many friends in town and spend less and less time with him, she agreed quite easily making you think that she missed spending time with Joel just as much.

“Hey” you pinch her side to make her look at you “ if the game is any good, ask Dina to lend it to you so i can try it, okay?” you put up your fist for her to bump it, which she does.

“I will” she says before caressing Sophia´s head and then bumping her shoulder with yours “See you later shitface!” she exclaims with joke to you while exiting the stables, you shake your head with a chuckle and just before she completely disappears from you view your scream reminding her “the baby you asshole!”

Just as the door closes, you hear hooves meeting the ground behind you, indicating someone's arrival from patrol. You groan, you only had 5 minutes left of your shift and now you would have to stay and unsaddle the horse or horses and brush them. You turn to see who the fucker was and when you see that is actually Joel and behind him Tommy, both of them soaked on mud from head to toe, your anger dissapears and you can't hep but laugh loudly, folding by your midsection while gripping your sides.

“Yeah, very funny sweetheart” Joel says while he ties the reins of each horse on their respective stalls, which you thank.

“Oh, you think it is funny eh?” Tommy says now, approaching you and trying to squeeze some of the mud on his hair into you, which makes you swat him away. Tommy´s voice makes Sophia squeal from her crib and stand in it with little balance.

“Oh baby girl, save me from your mean father” you speak to her with your baby voice while picking her up from the crib. Tommy can see Joel´s eyes sparkle in love and adoration like everytime he sees you with his niece.

The little girl babbles and makes grabby hands towards her father, so your only option is to pass her to him, none of you caring if she got dirty with mud as well.

“Traitor…” you say to her with narrowed eyes once she's in her father's arms, obviously she doesn't understand what you're saying so she just giggles, making you three chuckle with her.

“Anyway, thank you for looking after her today again” Tommy expresses his gratitude then he takes his backpack from his horse saddle and start to make his way out of the stables the same way that Ellie did before “Say bye uncle Joel, bye auntie” he says in his own baby voice and them disappears from both of your gazes.

While your eyes are still on the door, you feel Joel´s arms embrace you from behind, his face takes home on your neck, where he takes in your scent. You melt into him and bring a hand behind into his muddy locks, closing your eyes. After a few moments in this position, you turn in his arms and look at him, seeing the tiredness and exhaustion in his expression.

“You don't have to wait for me today, you know?” You bring your hand back to his muddy locks, brushing them back “Why don't you go ahead and get yourself a warm relaxing bath?” your eyes go around his beautiful features.

“You sure darlin´? I can wait as always” he is the one to close his eyes now, enjoying your touch. You shake your head even if he's not looking.

“No, really baby, go ahead, i'll finish here quickly” that's enough for Joel to agree and kiss your lips before getting his own backpack from his own horse an ¡d follow the same journey out of the stables as Tommy and Ellie.

You take fifteen more minutes to unsaddle the horses and brush them, then another five minutes to make your way into the house. You get rid of your boots and coat by the entrance, then you make your way upstairs to the en suite bathroom where Joel is inside the warm bath like you told him to do, his head leaning back into the bathtub with his eyes closed, you´re even a little sure that he may be slightly asleep. You get rid of your clothes in the bedroom, where the laundry basket is, then you tiptoe to the bathtub to not wake Joel yet. Once your back makes contact with his chest, he wakes up with a little gasp; as soon as he sees what is happening, he hugs your middle and whispers in your ear.

“If i had known that you naked would be part of the bath, i would have definitely waited for you” he nibbles your earlobe slightly and you chuckle, then with as much carefulness you can have, you turn to now straddle his hips.

“Now you relax and let me take care of you, before you start acting worse than a teen” your hand reaches for the bottle of shampoo behind him on the edge of the tub.

You squirt some of the product directly on his head and after placing back down the bottle, you start to massage it on his greying hair. He lets out a relaxed moan and closes his eyes yet again. You run your fingers through his hair to spread and rub the shampoo, your eyes take the opportunity to take on his relaxed face and features, you feel privilege to see this side of the hardened man before you, only a few people get to see it and for some reason he decided some time ago that you were worth seeing it and since then you couldn't feel more lucky.

Once you have made more than enough foam from the shampoo, you lean over his shoulder to reach a little cup to help you rinse the product. You feel Joel´s almost growling when, from your lean, your breast graces his cheek; you can't help but chuckle when you take your previous position on his hips and feel his hard on.

“You can be worse than a teenager sometimes, Miller” you say while filling the cup with water from the bath and rinsing the shampoo from his hair, putting a hand on his hairline so the soapy water doesn't get in his eyes.

“It's all you darlin´, you keep me young” you smack his shoulder softly while giggling.

When his hair doesn't have any trace of shampoo, you grab your own conditioner and squirt some of it on the palm of your hand. You feel Joel´s eyes fixed on you, so you playfully push his forehead back and smile.

“I said relax Joel” he smirks and says okay a few times while closing his eyes again.

You rub the conditioner between your palms and then you apply it on his hair, after it you clean your hands of any residue of it. Once your hands are clean, you start to massage Joel´s shoulder and he lets out a groan between pain and pleasure. You massage him for five minutes while you let the conditioner take action then you rinse it just like you did with the shampoo. To finish you kiss his lips, your intention was just a quick kiss but he circles your waist with his arm and deepens it and you just can't deny him.

“Why don't you start the grill outside while I take a good shower?” you say when you both pull back, your fingers brushing his wet hair back “Ellie will be home from Dina´s for dinner soon” he hum in confirmation and after you peck his lips again, you stand up on the bathtub with carefulness to not slip and offer him a hand to do the same.

When you thought he would get out of the bathtub to dry and then get dressed to then go do what you said, he stays there in front of you and takes your face between his hands.

“Thank you sweetheart” he says with so much love and gratitude in his eyes, not taking them away from yours for not even a moment.

“You don't have to thank me Joel” you say back with a bid soft smile, he shakes his head.

“Not for the bath baby, for being you, for being the light that guides me through the darkness everyday” that makes you want to cry and your insides to melt for the man.

“I keep to my last statement” you put your own hands on his wrists and rest your forehead on his “you´re the one keeping me afloat every day” he kisses you again, taking all of the air from your lungs and once he pulls back and sees your dazed face he chuckles and smacks your ass.

“Your steak as always darlin´?” he asks you while putting a towel around his waist, already out of the bathtub, you nod while turning on the showerhead and he leaves the bathroom towards the bedroom with a wide grin.

[r2d2lover]

The Truth Slips

Paring: Fred Weasley X Reader

Rating: E

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Shameless smut without plot. Loss of virginity. Prevalence of a drinking game.

Summary: request: “i wanted to request a fred oneshot where reader is shy/bashful and a virgin and fred's his usually cocky self but sorta fuckboy-eee and yanoo they do the dirty… my guilty pleasure”

My guilty pleasure as well. Fuckboy Fred is my creme de la creme. uncanon fun silly Fred one shot.

Part 2

You nervously watch the bottle in the middle spin around. And around. And around. Until it jolted with a stop on you.

Your glance hesitates as it trails up to meet the bottle’s spinner, who’s green eyes light up with glee.

“This is gonna be so good,” Fred Weasley exclaimed with a wicked smile. He leaned back on his elbows, waiting for your next move. Gulping nervously, you reach towards him wondering how a post-Quidditch party turned into a scene from your nightmares.

Everyone who decided to partake in the game whoops and hollers as you finally reach in the middle of the circle and claim your shot glass of the clear liquid. George had suggested that the house play “Veritaserum Roulette” with a stolen bottle of the potion. While preparing N.E.W.T-level potions was a grueling task, the fun came in seeing who was able to snag a bottle from the professor’s watchful eye to share amongst the house. You decided not to inspect your shot glass and threw the liquid back down your throat, then set the shot glass upside down on the ground like you saw in the Muggle movies. You immediately felt your face get hot but you knew it wouldn’t be because you ingested any serum, rather it was the pressure of having all the 7th year Gryffindor staring you down with intense concentration.

“S-someone has to ask a question,” You stuttered, picking the shot glass back up to fidget with it. Initially when the game was introduced, it was simply truth or dare. You could’ve easily backed out if that. Now, you couldn’t stop anything that was to come out of your mouth if you chose the glass with Veritaserum. You hoped that the two questions chosen for you would spare you any embarrassment.

“Do you fancy anyone at this moment?” Angelina leaned forward, taking her hands off of Fred. She was laying herself across Fred all night, non-discreetly showing off the fact that she was his latest… “conquest” as you overheard one of his friends call the girls that swooned over the redhead. Fred shot to popularity after bringing the Gryffindor Quidditch to back to back championships and it only inflated his ego more so than it already was. Despite his poor reputation, you couldn’t deny that the girls dreaming about Fred were warranted in their pursuit. Fred and George didn’t become the star Beaters without a rigorous workout regiment that hardened their muscles and broadened their shoulders. Their rugged appearances paired with their reliable and goofy personalities made them unstoppable.

Fred also happened to be your first friend at Hogwarts, finding you crying after a particularly embarrassing flying class during your first year. He sat with you and assured you that it wasn’t a show of your skills but the result of faulty school broomsticks. From that day, Fred guided you on flying while you tutored him in Potions.

All this time later, you didn’t need flying lessons anymore, but Fred still needed Potions help. You would never admit it, but your favorite part of the week was sitting in the library with Fred absolutely engrossed in homework. You would steal glances as he nipped the end of his quill in deep thought or when he would push his falling hair out of his face. Fred’s worst trait was his lack of spatial awareness and he’d always lean in too close while you explained the more difficult concepts to him. He was always chewing a sharp minty gum and smelled of a piney cologne that reminded you of Christmas. It distracted you often and made you turn beet red when he noticed the change in your diction. This would only make Fred lean in closer, inquiring about your odd behavior. All this time, you fought off any feelings you could have developed because you were realistic. You weren’t the Quidditch player, social butterfly types that Fred dated. Angelina was a prime example. Speaking of her, your desperate attempt to avoid answering her question was null and void when you felt as if you were being puppeted to speak.

“I do,” You squeaked out. Your hands flung to your mouth, but the attempt was feeble. Everyone quickly muttered amongst themselves to figure out the next question to ask you. At this moment, you felt like a criminal on trial. The easy next question was “who?” but the chatter alluded to a deeper question. It surely appalled everyone that you had a crush. You largely avoided the dating scene despite the relentless attempts from Oliver Wood. You thought Oliver was sweet and went on a singular date with him last year, but he was only focused on Quidditch. Much like Fred.

“Who is it? Is it Oliver? If it isn’t, who?” A younger Gryffindor blurred out in excitement and you felt the same puppet feeling in your gut and as you began to answer, Fred reached over and clamped his hand on your mouth. Your face was burning so hot at this moment you were sure you were sweating.

“Hey! We can only ask one more questions. We gotta make them good. Don’t answer those,” Fred instructed, removing his hand from your face. He brushed a piece of hair that fell out of place back behind your ear, making your stomach flip. This was such a ridiculous feeling. “Did you ever bed Oliver?”

“No? N..no!” You raised your eyebrows at Fred, appalled he would ask such a question. Once you opened your mouth, more words flowed out like a broken faucet. “I’ve never bedded anyone. Oliver was always on the Quidditch Pitch and it isn’t exactly the sexiest place in the castle.”

Your statement made the room laugh, which only increased your self consciousness. You shrugged and admitted you weren’t embarrassed at the fact for never having done anything with Oliver or any man. You were already covering your face with both hands, definitely sweating at this point. The group decided to refill on butterbeer, leaving you to seal your mouth shut with a cup of water. Fred stayed next to you, his green eyes filling with a mischievous glint.

“Has the Veritaserum worn off?” Fred asked, tilting his head up to look at you. He kept unwavering eye contact that made your mind go blank.

“Not yet,” You answered, still under the influence of the potion. Hopefully Fred wouldn’t press any further or that it would wear off before then.

“Ah… So, while I have you here, you really never slept with Oliver?” Fred leaned in closer, a smirk forming across your face. You shook your head and reaffirmed what he already knew. “Why not? And don’t give me the Quidditch answer.”

“I was waiting for the right person,” You said lamely, unable to fight the potion’s effect. Fred lifted an eyebrow.

“You’ve never fantasized?” Fred blocked you from grabbing a cup of water that would render you voiceless.

“Not about Oliver. Wh-why are you asking?” You fought your thoughts hard to answer Fred’s question as vaguely as possible.

“Hey, I thought I was asking the questions here. I just wanted to know what makes the timid girl that tutors me in Potions tick,” Fred moved so close to you that you could clearly smell his cologne. Luckily, his statement wasn’t laced with a question and the potion took no effect, allowing you to shake your head shyly.

“So you said not Oliver, so who do you think about?” Fred figured out how to narrow his question and before you could stop, your mouth betrayed you.

“Us,” You said, feeling like you broke the dam. Fred’s eyes grew wide, but his body language didn’t change. You were waiting for him to recoil out of instinct or turn red. But he continued to look at you coolly, turning a cup of butterbeer in his hands. Your heart jumped to your stomach and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. Your flight instinct kicked in, but before you could flee from the conversation, Fred grabbed your arm and forced you back down.

“What do you think about us?” Fred’s eyes darkened with an excitement you’ve never seen before. Arousal. You could only take a big gulp before your dirty fantasies about the boy you tutored that you kept locked away spilled out of your mouth for the world to hear.

“I think about you sliding a hand up my skirt in the library. Telling me to be quiet. I want to kiss you until I can’t feel my lips. I want to see you without a shirt on. I think about you pulling my hair back to look at you while you f-“ Your mortification overtook your entire body and you collapsed before you could finish your sentence with a yelp. Fred took a hold of you before you could hit the wall, making sure to take a long look at you. His face still had the cocky smile that you’d grown to love. His strong arm that was wrapped supportively around your waist and got tighter as he tried to figure out his next question. Your squirming didn’t help and you had no choice but to be stuck in his investigation.

“Are you thinking about it right now?” Fred’s eyes flitted from your eyes to your lips and if your heart wasn’t beating out of your chest, you would’ve had half the mind to kiss him.

“Yes,” You practically slurred, unable to calm down from the situation unfolding before you. Fred ran a comforting hand up and down your back, soothing your nerves only slightly.

“Do you want to go up to my room to show me some of these fantasies?” Fred said blatantly. Of course you did and of course you let him know.

“Yes but,” You took a large inhale trying to ease your racing heart. “But what about Angelina?”

“I don’t want her. I want you,” Fred said definitively, sending a chill down your back. “Are you sure you want to do this? I don’t want to pressure you into anything just because you don’t have control of your thoughts right now.”

“I want you, Fred,” You said with a confidence that surprised even you. The words were genuine, the feeling of being puppeted by your mouth was gone. As you focused on Fred’s words and realized what he was proposing, you felt a simmering heat between your thighs and that you had been rubbing your thighs together to cause a reliving friction between them. But the clarity brought another realization. “You… you don’t even like me. I’m. I’m not going to be one of your conquests or whatever.”

“Gods, really are clueless are you?” Fred laughed at your out-of-character quip. He used his free hand to tilt your chin up to meet his eyes. “Did you really think I was spending all this time in the library thinking about Potions? Why the hell would I take N.E.W.T-level Potions if I was bad at it? I just had to pretend enough for you to keep studying with me.”

Fred’s confession stunned you silent. Without second thought, you wrapped your arms around Fred’s neck and leaned forward to meet his lips with yours. He gave an amused noise, kissing you back gladly. The kiss was unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. You were fulfilling a need you didn’t know you had, pressing deeper and deeper into the redhead’s mouth. Fred skillfully nipped at your bottom lip, slipping his tongue into your mouth when you moaned at the unfamiliar feeling. You were a little intimidated by his knowledge and your lack thereof, but the hand he was rubbing on your waist made you forget about anything besides him. He started to move a hand towards your chest and smirked wildly when you whimpered because he pulled away.

“My room. Now,” Fred said breathlessly, practically dragging you up the stairs. He hastily cast a locking and silencing charm before pushing you on the bed. Fred hovered over you, obviously delighted by your misshapen appearance. He had you pinned to the bed with one leg between your thigh and his arms at either side of your head.

The burning in your stomach only grew and Fred continued to kiss you, tasting every bit of you. He snaked a hand up your shirt, palming you through the fabric of your bra. When you least suspected it, he pulled the fabric down, pinching your firmed nipple in between his forefinger and thumb. The sensation made you moan loudly into his kisses and buck your hips up on his thigh.

“That’s a good girl,” Fred purred, continuing to flex his fingers around your breast. “Stop me if you want at any moment.”

“Take off your clothes,” Your voice was so whiny with need that you hardly recognized it. Fred only chuckled and moved his hand away from your chest to start removing your clothes instead of his. You batted his hand away and ran your fingers down his broad chest. You slowly undid his buttons, shaking from nervousness and exhilaration. Every button revealed more of his tanned muscular body that made your mouth watered. Fred continued supporting himself over you, enjoying your desperation.

When you finally managed to shed his shirt, you could barely focus. Your eyes trailed down his chest to the trail of hair on his stomach that pointed directly to the tension in his pants.

“I… I don’t know what to do,” You admitted to Fred, tangling your hands in his hair nervously.

“It’s okay. I think it’s time for me to teach you something to thank you for the last few years,” Fred said cockily, amazing you at how he stayed the same while you were falling apart under his touch. He quickly removed your clothes, tossing them somewhere in the middle of the room.

You felt vulnerable laying there in only your underwear, but Fred dragged his Quidditch-calloused hands down your body as he planted reassuring kisses on your mouth. His mouth followed his hand down until his lips were biting at the sensitive skin of your neck and his hand was rubbing circles on the soft skin of your inner thigh. You moved your hips down to meet his hand pleadingly and he took pity on you.

Fred moved his hands up to feel your arousal, circling his finger just around the bundle of nerves that begged to be touched. He knew exactly what he was doing and held your hips down with his free hand when you let out a whining groan. After teasing you, Fred slipped your underwear to the side, dragging his middle finger up your slick.

“Just how long have you been fantasizing about me?” Fred joked, breathing in as you moaned. He was barely making any movements and he had you reacting like this. Fred dragged his finger back and forth a few times before slowly pressing his middle finger into you, making sure to look up at you in order to spot any discomfort. You squirmed a little at the feeling, but once Fred started curling his finger, your body relaxed around the pleasure.

“More,” Your head sunk into Fred’s bed as your body grew accustomed to the feeling. Fred audibly smirked as he slipped his ring finger in as well, kissing you deeply. You realized his pants were still on and his fingers were speeding up from impatience. You reached down tenderly, running your fingers gently over the tent in his pants. He let out an airy breath before breaking the kiss to look at you.

“Feel it,” Fred encouraged you. His working fingers paused as he directed your hand with his free hand to his pants. Fred placed his hands on top of yours, simulating a squeeze. You copied his movement, earning a low groan from him. “Fuck… I need you right now.”

You shed your undergarments as Fred fumbled with his belt, too overtaken with lust to focus on unclipping the buckle. He finally released the leather binding and dropped his pants quickly, letting his cock fall as well. You watched with big eyes and Fred took your hand again to wrap it around his base.

“Just like that,” Fred praised as you moved your hand up and down. The friction was uncomfortable for you, so you pulled your hand back to lick a stripe up your palm and return it to his cock. The action made Fred roll his eyes back into his head and let his head drop as you continued to pump your hand up and down. “You’re so good, baby.”

Fred’s praise only made you want him more and the wanting in between your thighs got to be unbearable. As Fred was closing his eyes in bliss, you sneakily reached a hand down towards your folds to mimic his earlier actions in an attempt to ease the pressure. Fred felt you moving and quickly opened his eyes, catching you in the act. He tsked and removed your hand, pinning it by your head.

“Impatient are we, love?” Fred chuckled, sending vibrations through your stomach.

“Please,” You begged. “I want to feel you.”

Fred was impatient as you were and shifted his weight back to line himself up with your entrance. You were filled with such an excitement and nervousness that you subdued by reaching up for a kiss. Fred dragged the head of his cock against your slick folds, almost as if he was waiting for permissions.

“Fred. Fuck me,” You drawled, dizzy from anticipation. Fred let out a string of curses, then entered with a slow thrust. You let out a cry at the satisfying pain of feeling your walls stretch around Fred. He checked in again with you to make sure you were comfortable and you gave him a kiss on the cheek for assurance.

“You feel so amazing,” You slurred, eyes shutting from the pleasure. Fred slowly rolled his hips against yours, intertwining his hands with yours. He still had your hand pinned against your head and he was starting to lean forward, delivering soft grunts to your ear.

“You’re so… tight,” Fred mused aloud. You bucked your hips up to meet the friction the penetration was creating and Fred took that as a sign to go faster. He picked up his rhythm that made you sing a chorus of moans that melted into his name. Fred let curses fall out of his mouth and he picked up the speed of his thrusts, fully fucking you into the bed. Your cries only encouraged him.

Fred planted his lips on yours, creating a messy and heavy kiss that dripped with want. You tangled your hands in his hair, tugging whenever he would move to a certain spot that made your vision blur. A knotted feeling built up in your stomach like you never felt before.

“Fred… I- I’m-'' Fred understood what you were trying to get at and dropped a hand to your clit, rubbing soft circles that only tightened your stomach. With a cry, you broke from his interlocked hand and wrapped your arms around him as you nipped at his shoulder from the immense wave that washed over you. Fred laughed with such confidence it brought you back to life as he slowed down his thrusts.

“I’m almost there. Do you want me to keep going?” Fred panted, brushing a hair out of your face and kissing you on the forehead.

“Yes, please,” You relaxed back, feeling absolutely crazed. Fred dropped his head again and you reached up to trail kisses down his neck. “You fuck me so well, Fred.”

Your praise sent Fred over the edge and he unsheathed himself with a groan, spilling himself on your stomach. Fred collapsed beside you with a heave, then moved quickly to help clean you off. He climbed back into bed with you, pulling you close with a kiss.

“Telling the truth pays off, huh?”

“That, or Potions class.”

[shadowdaddies]

I neeed a jealous Nesta fic that ends in smutty punishment omg

so we're all down bad for mean domme Nesta 👀 I gotchu guys

Who You Belong To

Nesta x f!Reader smut

warnings: d/s dynamics, smut below the cut, light bondage, blindfold, impact play, toys (all the fun stuff tbh)

Music echoed through through Rita’s, a hypnotic rhythm that steeped warm pleasure through your body. Setting down your water, you’d lifted your hair from the back of your neck in attempt to cool the sweat you’d built from dancing. 

Azriel murmured a wry comment about Feyre and Mor’s dancing, your eyes flicking to where they had taken over the dance floor. A giggle escaped you at the sight of your friends, your head leaning against Az’s shoulder as the two of you admired the scene.

Scanning the room, you realized Nesta was missing just in time to catch sight of her silver eyes practically glowing in the dim club lighting. Her gaze pierced through you in a way that sent a shiver down your spine straight to your core. 

Heat pooled in your stomach at her stern glare, and feeling Azriel stiffen next to you, you realized what you had unwittingly gotten yourself into for the night. “I think it’s time for me to go,” you murmured to Az, daring to give your friend one last kiss on the cheek in farewell before moving to where Nesta stood by the bar.

She tracked you with a predatory gaze, the smile on her lips devoid of any warmth. “Did you have fun this evening?” she purred, voice deceptively even as her fingers hooked around your elbow, leading you out of the building.

“I had a wonderful time,” you replied jovially, feigning obliviousness as you curled into her warmth. Nesta hummed noncommittally, arm wrapped possessively around your waist while you walked home.

Unlocking the door to the house, you shucked off your heels, yawning lazily with a stretch as you padded towards the kitchen, when a soft hand gripped your arm firmly. You dared to turn towards Nesta, breath hitching at the flames that danced in her eyes, emanating sheer power and dominance.

“Don’t play coy, pet. It’s beneath you,” she drawled, hand sliding up your arm to settle at the base of your throat. A knuckle dragged down the bare skin revealed by your low-cut dress, Nesta’s pupils dilated as the scent of your own desire grew. 

“You knew exactly what you were doing this evening, wearing this slip of fabric,” she growled out the last word, finger hooking through the waist band of your dress with a sharp tug, “cozying up next to Azriel-“

“I wasn’t, it was-“ you tried to interrupt, but Nesta’s other hand firmly held your jaw, silencing you. 

“You acted out, and I think you deserved to punished for that. Don’t you agree, pet?” she breathed, minty breath chilly against your neck. You both knew the truth, that you were acting out, desperate for her attention. To have Nesta take control tonight, to own you.

You whimpered, thighs rubbing together as you nodded meekly. “Words, pet,” Nesta demanded, hand tightening slightly around your throat. 

“Yes, Mistress,” you choked out, heart pounding as your pussy clenched around nothing at her demanding tone. 

“Mmm,” Nesta hummed, finger nail scraping along your skin to toy with the thin strap of your dress. “I’ll be back in a moment. You know how I expect to find you.”

Without another glance, Nesta turned towards your large closet, disappearing behind the door. You stripped quickly, folding your clothes neatly in a side chair before kneeling beside the bed, head bowed with your hands on your thighs. 

Excitement shot through you as you heard Nesta emerge from the closet, heels clacking against the floor. “Hands behind your back, pet,” she ordered, honey-soft voice betraying her dark intentions. 

Breathless, you complied, allowing the silk ribbon to be looped around your wrists until they could not be moved. “Good girl,” Nesta affirmed, a light smack to your ass encouraging you to stand.

With an awkward shuffle to your feet you stood to see Nesta dressed in a black lace teddy that left nothing to the imagination, thigh high stockings and heels to match. A pathetic whimper left you at the sight, your pleading eyes quickly covered by the blindfold Nesta held in her hand.

“This is for my pleasure, not yours. Remember that, pet,” she reprimanded coolly, hand gently guiding you to bend over the mattress so that your core was spread and bare for her, no sight to hint at what she might do next.

Feeling a presence standing behind you, your hips involuntarily ground against the bed, eager for any touch. “Count for me,” was the only warning before Nesta’s hand landed sharply on your ass, a lewd moan escaping your lips before you whimpered out a weak “one.”

Mind growing fuzzy, you barely managed to keep track of each slap against your skin, soothing rubs and occasional licks to your reddened ass breaking up the pain from your punishment. “Ten!” you squealed, body jerking against the mattress as Nesta shushed you, a hand running soothing circles across your rear.

“Good girl,” she purred, long hair tickling your neck as she leaned down to kiss you. “Have you learned your lesson?”

“Yes, oh cauldron, yes,” you babbled, wriggling against Nesta’s hand as you felt her presence move behind your spread legs. Another noncommittal hum left her lips, and you knew your punishment was far from over as a delicate finger slid over your core.

A rich laugh rang through the air before you felt Nesta’s finger forced through your lips. “You’re dripping for me already, pet?” she laughed, finger shoved deeper down your throat as you sucked your juices from her digit.

“Such a little whore for me, aren’t you?” she teased, swiping her hand from your mouth as quickly as you felt her settle on her knees behind you. Warmth breath tickled your center, your bound hands clutching at thin air in silent plea for more.

Nesta gave no warning before diving into your heat, expert tongue rolling and sucking your clit before lapping the slick dripping from your pussy. Her lewd moans sent vibrations up your body, your legs shaking as she wrapped her lips around your clit. Sucking in a harsh pulsing rhythm, Nesta plunged two fingers inside of you, curling against your walls at the spot she knew would send you over the edge quickly.

The coil in your abdomen tightened, eyes rolling back under the blindfold as you mumbled in incoherent warning that you were close to your high. But Nesta knew your body too well, withdrawing her touch before you could finish. 

You let out a frustrated cry, muffled against the sheets as your orgasm was ripped from you. Nesta cooed in false sympathy, the warmth of her body enveloping yours as she bent to whisper in your ear. “Oh, pet. You didn’t think your punishment was over, did you?”

A wicked laugh echoed through the room, Nesta gripping your thighs as she flipped you onto the bed, your arms uncomfortably restrained against the mattress as your back arched in the air. The bed dipped beneath you, the familiar feeling of Nesta crawling up your body combined with the scent of her arousal your only hint of what was coming.

“Open,” she commanded, a soft tap to your cheek ordering you to offer your mouth for her pleasure. “Good girl,” she cooed, warmth settling over you as her clit perched on your nose, dripping core hot against your tongue.

“Clean up your mess,” Nesta ordered casually, her hips rocking slightly as she smeared her wetness across your face. You moaned at the taste of her, the struggling breaths you took beneath her heat while your arms remained tied behind you. 

“Fuck, such a good little slut,” Nesta breathed from above you, whimpers escaping you in a plea to see her reaction to the pleasure you were giving her. With a dark chuckle, she pulled the blindfold from your eyes to reveal her tits bouncing above you, body swaying as she used you for her own satisfaction. 

The sight spurred you on, tongue flicking out in rapid movement as you bobbed your head, nudging her clit to bring her closer to orgasm. You smirked at the stuttering breath she took before crashing into her high, arousal flooding your face that you savored like the delicacy it was.

Cheeks flushed, golden-brown hair hung around her face as Nesta smiled softly down at you. “How are you feeling?” she whispered, thumb stroking your cheek.

You turned to press a kiss to her palm, grinning up at beautiful silver-blue eyes. “Never better,” you assured her. “But my arms are a little sore from being under me like this,” you admitted with a soft laugh.

Nesta smiled, a genuine joy that turned mischievous as the geared in her head turned. “Would you be better on your stomach for a little longer?” she purred, leaning down to nip at the skin of your neck.

The gasp that escaped you at her words was telling enough, and she flipped you back onto your stomach as heels clicked against the floors while she disappeared for a moment. You felt the bed shift behind you once more, eyes glazing over and lips parted as you took in the sight.

Nesta kneeled behind you, a strap-on attached to her hips as she rubbed lube across the toy. “I think you’ve learned your lesson, pet. But you still need to remember who you belong to,” she teased, grinning at the whimpers that left you as she rubbed her tip against your core.

Collapsing against the sheets, you relaxed in the restraints as you braced for a long night, more than satisfied to be reminded of whose you were.

[tulip-room]

Your Body, My Temple

Characters: Atsumu, f!Reader

Content: teasing, dirty talk, oral f! Receiving, use of the words; princess, slut, pussy, clit, cunt, good girl, edging, dacryphilia, aftercare

MINORS, AGELESS, AND BLANK BLOGS DNI!!!! I DON’T WANT YOU HERE

smut under the cut

Your fingers tangle in the blonde strands of Atsumu’s hair. Your legs already thrown over his shoulders as he presses kisses to your inner thighs. His fingers holding your hips down as he revels in the sighs and gasps escaping your lips.

He kisses over your underwear. Right where you want him most. Your hips try to jolt up but he keeps them in place as he smirks at the whine you let out. “Gonna beg fer it princess?” He kisses again, this time lingering a bit before pulling away.

“Please ‘Tsumu, I need it!” Your voice cracks as the words leave your mouth. Mouth watering and heat growing everywhere. He lets out a chuckle before going back to marking your thighs, kissing after every harsh bite.

“Ya can do better than that.”

“Please! ‘Tsumu! I can’t anymore! I need you!” You can feel your eyes watering from frustration. He’s already had you like this for an hour. Just teasing and light brushes, harsh words. It seems he finally gives in as he pulls your underwear down and his face grows closer to your opening.

He blows a puff of air onto your heat. You let out a louder whine. “Gonna cry fer me princess? Go on. I’m waiting.” Hot tears fall down your face as the cold air surrounds your heat. “There ya go. For being so good I think you should get a reward.” He gathers saliva in his mouth before spitting on your pussy and enjoying the gasp of air you take in.

He finally starts lapping away. Only he’s doing it so painfully slow that more tears roll down your already wet, hot cheeks. “Please ‘Tsumu!” He hums and sends vibrations through your body. He pulls his tongue back in his mouth. Lips resting ever so slightly against your folds.

“With do time slut. Since ya want to be so impatient why not wait some more.”

“No! ‘Tsumu I’m sorry! Please don’t stop! Please, please, please! I’ll be good! Just don’t stop!” You sob trying to get stimulation of any kind again. It seems he takes mercy on you this time and starts sucking on your clit. “Yes!” You scream and your hips jut against his face.

He pushes them back down as he readjusts. Arms hooking under your thighs to get a better hold on you. He goes back to slowly licking at you, after your breaths get heavier he begins going faster. Your hands pull at his strands of hair. He moans against you. “Just like that! Please! I’m gonna cum!” And just like that everything is taken away.

Your chest heaves as you let out sobs. You were so close. Atsumu kisses your stomach and waits for you to calm down. His cock jumping in his sweatpants at how hot you look. “Are ya gonna be a good girl now?” You nod fingers unclenching from his hair. “Keep yer hands up there for me.”

You place your hands behind your head and close your eyes. Goosebumps race over your body as you start cooking down. The minute you come down from your high Atsumu is lapping away again. Going quickly and this time doesn’t slow down when your thighs squeeze around his head. He moans against you and laps at you like a dehydrated man who just found water. You open your eyes again and make eye contact with him.

“Please ‘Tsumu! I’m so close! Please! Let me cum! Please! I’ll do anything just let me cum!” His grip tightens against you as he starts rutting against the bed. He’s moaning against you now every other thrust and it’s beginning to be too much.

You throw your head back as your vision fills with stars. He doesn’t stop even after you came as he keeps licking and rutting. He licks up everything and eventually his hips stutter and he’s cumming in his pants.

“Thank you ‘Tsumu.” He smiles and gets up to get a rag. When he comes back your eyes are closed and your breathing is starting to steady out. He kisses your face, his breath smelling minty.

“Can’t go to sleep yet pretty. Need you to stay up to eat something.” Your eyes flutter open and you’re met with the sight of a shirtless Atsumu leaning over you. He carefully wipes away the mess and you see he’s already cleaned himself up.

His hand reaches over and grabs the prepared snack and bottle of water. “Drink up princess.”

“What about you?”

“You getting off got me off.” Most people would be shy at that statement but he’s admitted before that nothing gets him off more than the sight of you all hot and bothered. Besides maybe you on top of him when you’re pissed off.

After eating and finishing the bottle of water he sets you down on a chair while he changes the sheets and puts the blankets back on the bed. After making sure you’re all nice and snug in his clothes and the blankets he climbs into bed.

“Are you alright princess?”

“Yeah just sleepy.” You turn over and wrap your arms around him. You place your head on his chest and fall deeper into your sleepy state. After he kisses your head with a smile you both go to sleep.

Sorry if this wasn’t good I’m Ace so I’m all wibbly wobbly- let me know what you guys want to see next :)

RULES NAVIGATION

[deanbrainrotwritings]

— WATCHING OVER ME

SUMMARY : sex-capades in heaven with dean before he decides to travel the multiverse in the impala like he’s the fucking doctor and the impala is his TARDIS.

PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : none

WARNINGS/TAGS : nsfw(18+), smut, unprotected sex, angst, fluff, silly goofy thoughts

WORD COUNT : 2.5K

A/N : title from radio company’s song. it’s implied that the reader isn’t human. that pic of jensen in the impala inspired this. 😧

“What are you doing?” Dean jumped slightly as Y/N suddenly grabbed his shoulder through the Impala’s window. She laughed at his reaction and opened the door to get inside with him. He moved the seat back slightly so she could straddle him as he chuckled along with her.

“You scared me,” he murmured, immediately sliding his hands up her soft thighs, beneath the light purple dress she wore. She hummed softly, reaching over to close the door she came through before giving Dean her attention. 

“Sorry, sweetheart.” She kissed his forehead and shifted around in his lap until she was comfortably straddling him. She smiled at him softly, her eyes trailing over his stubble, his soft and loving green eyes, his growing honey-coloured hair that he seemed to have run his fingers through. 

“Did you come find me so we could get frisky?” He broke the silence with a little smirk. She bit her lip as she smiled, feeling his fingers toy with the hem of her lace panties. She leaned forward kissing him with all the love she felt for him, her soft tongue easily slipping into his mouth, meeting his warm tongue as his fingers tightened around her hips. “Is that a yes?” He whispered, leaning forward so he wasn’t so far away from her sweet mouth. 

“I didn’t come to do that,” she admitted, her fingers moving down to unbuckle his belt, “but now that I’m here… I really need you inside me.” He closed the distance between their lips again, pouring his soul into the kiss as she expertly unbuttoned his jeans, pulling the zipper down slowly while his hands moved to her face. Her soft face kept his hands warm, her silky curls brushing between his fingers, the taste of her minty tongue making him moan. 

“Where are the kids?” He asked breathlessly, kneading her breast over the thin material of her dress. She wasn’t wearing a bra beneath it, his fingers creating delicious friction on her nipple with the silky material.

“Busy getting spoiled by your mom,” she gasped, grinding her hips against his. He chuckled, turning to the side slightly with her in his lap, and laying her down on the seat as he trailed his lips down her jaw to her neck. 

“No interruptions then?” He murmured against her throat with a smile, his tongue brushing against her velvety skin after he sucked a light mark at her pulse. Her hands moved under his jacket, trying to shove it off his shoulders while one of his hands kneaded her ass as he held himself up with one arm by her head.

“No interruptions,” she mumbled, trying to overpower him with very little effort, instead choosing to bury her fingers in his hair and tugging gently as his mouth trailed down to her breasts. He pulled away to finally remove his jacket and the button up he was wearing and threw it in the backseat, careless about it slipping off the green cooler and onto the ground. 

“I think…” Dean started thoughtfully, pulling his shirt off, watching his wife start to pull her panties down her legs with the dress bunched around her waist. “You should just pull the sleeves off your arms,” he suggested, pulling his boxers and jeans down slightly until his cock was free. 

She did as he asked, pouting as he just stared down at her, “okay, the kids might be busy, but you should still hurry,” she warned playfully. He grinned down at her, his fingers trailing up the inside of her warm thigh, his fingers brushing softly against the apex of her thighs to tease her more. 

“Wow, look at you,” he said teasingly, bringing one of her legs over the back of the seat, “all wet for me.” He smirked at her, finally bringing his fingers between her legs, circling her entrance, his fingertips gathering her slick with fascination on his face. 

“It’s nothing new,” she muttered playfully, squirming as he gently brushed against her clit. He rolled his eyes at her, giving her a faux irritated look as he removed his fingers stubbornly.

“Okay, well, excuse me, sweetheart, if it flatters me that you’re still so turned on by me,” he said sarcastically, looking down at his wet fingers that were now becoming dry. She blushed as he licked his lips, her heart leaping as if it were a romantic gesture, and she sighed in defeat.

“Okay, fine, take your time.” She smiled and watched him as he looked away from her, narrowing his eyes on the green cooler in the backseat.

“Nah, you ruined the mood,” he replied playfully, sniffling—the little tell that he was trying to bother her. She smirked at him and then became serious as she sat up and tugged the dress down her legs. At this, he quickly turned to look at her with parted lips, curious and confused.

“In that case,” she started, looking for her panties, “I’ll go see if Jack needs help with anything else here in Heaven or maybe Cas might need a hand with the angels.” She picked up her panties and bit her lip to stop herself from smiling as he grabbed her wrist and held himself close to her.

“You’re not going anywhere, honey,” he murmured against her lips, tugging her panties out of her hands and casually throwing them over the green cooler. His lips brushed against hers, not kissing her yet, as he manhandled her until her dress was bunched up over her hips again. 

“You said I ruined the mood, I figured I’d—”

“You’re a little brat,” he interrupted her, slotting his hips between her parted legs, his cock warm and heavy against her thigh. She looked down at it and swallowed, her cheeks turning red as a smile grew on her face. “What? Want it inside you?” He asked, gently pushing her shoulder so she’d lie down and fixed her thighs over his jean-clad legs. 

“Please,” she whispered, staring at his handsomely smug face, heat growing down her neck and up her ears as his cockhead prodded at her soaked entrance. 

“Fuck, Y/N,” he moaned, his thumbs swiping lovingly on her hipbones. “You’re so fucking wet, baby.” He stared between them with unashamed lust as his cockhead parted her slick folds and slowly pushed into her warm hole. She was tempted to say something sassy, but she bit her lip instead, moaning softly as he pushed in and out, his cock sliding along her walls, hitting delicious spots inside her on his way to fill her up completely. 

Her mind went blank, all she could do was feel him inside her, words failed her and she couldn’t really do much but moan or attempt to bring him closer. Her hands moved up from his waist to his back, trying to be gentle about her nails on his warm skin. The deeper he thrusted into her, the more he leaned over her until his warm breath fanned over her flushed face. He swivelled his hips to push as deep as possible, letting her adjust and get comfortable before he started up again trying to make her orgasm. 

He pressed a soft kiss to her mouth, sucking softly on her bottom lip and nibbling on it until she moaned. His open mouth descended to her neck, his loving kisses electrifying her skin, the gentle bite of his teeth stinging her flesh, his soft tongue warming her skin and soothing the pain as he sucked at her flesh, leaving light marks here and there on his way down to her breasts. 

He loved her body, loved how well he knew her, memorising all the things that turned her on as he got to her breasts. One of his hands moved off her hip to pinch her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tugging softly as he licked at the other nipple. His teeth grazed on the sensitive flesh before he wrapped his lips around it and sucked gently, eventually choosing to knead her other breast in his hand as it got warm in his palm. 

Her pussy clenched around him the way it always did when he did something she liked and he moaned softly, as if acknowledging it, as if trying to remind her how well he knew her and how he would always be the only one who did. He switched to the other breast, giving it the same treatment, both stimulated and wet with his saliva, tightening even more with the air around them contrasting with the warmth his mouth had provided. 

He lifted himself up slightly, stared down at her breasts as he slowly moved in and out of her, pleased with the sight of them hard and wet. “Touch your tits, sweetheart.” He kept his hand by her head, waiting for her to do as he said before lowering his other hand to her clit and letting his spit drip down to her pussy so his thumb could easily swipe up and down on the sensitive bundle of nerves. 

She gasped out his name, her knees pressing into his side as her cunt squeezed his throbbing cock. He loved it when she did that, a pleased little smirk tugging at his plump lips while watching as she arched her back, both her hands working on playing with her breasts as he’d told her to do. 

Even now, there was nothing but adoration in her warm eyes, with her dress bunched at her waist, her fingers rolling and teasing her nipples, his thumb changing the patterns he drew on her clit as his thrusts became sloppy. Her wedding band and engagement rings shimmered in the sunlight that invaded his car, his own ring on his finger by her head, an endless reminder of their eternal love. 

It wasn’t something Chuck wanted to happen; that thrilled him, knowing they weren’t supposed to end together and somehow did, knowing that all those times they broke up and made up was their choice made his stomach clench with excitement. If anything was real, it was their love for each other, if he ever doubted everything, his love for her would be the only thing holding him together. 

It was one thing for her to exist everywhere and never end up with him, but what made their love even more remarkable, was that she wasn’t supposed to exist at all. As far as her and Jack knew, there were six other versions of her, yes, she ended up with him in some way, at some point. But to him, it meant that their relationship stood to chance, to a tiny, one-in-a-trillion chance that they would meet at all, that they would fall in love. Nothing was better than that realisation. 

Wherever she was, he was happy. He knew she wanted more for him, but for now they’ve both settled for this. Heaven together, where mostly everything was the same, and there was the mind-numbing peace that blanketed everyone in Heaven. She always brought some fun into his life, having the gift of children distracted both of them from the fact that he was dead. 

He stopped teasing her and rubbed quick circles on her clit, his hips building up speed as he stared at her face. The way her eyebrows pinched together and her swollen lips parted, gasps and moans tumbling from her mouth, harmonising with his grunts and his groan as the feeling of her pussy, hot and wet dragging along the length of his cock, tightening around the throbbing veins.

It was the most euphoric feeling in the world to be inside her. He liked sex before and it was always amazing, but he loved it more now, it was better, hotter, sexier. Maybe it was the fact that he’s older, or maybe it has everything to do with the fact that it’s with her, the woman he’s always been in love with and always will be. 

The way she looks at him, the way she touches him, the way she loves him is simply unmatched. She’s the only one for him; it will never change. Not when she’s been in his life for over twenty years and he’s found that no one understands him the way she does, no one knows the real him but her. She knew all that he was, all his mistakes and his flaws, all the things he hates about himself yet she loved every single thing about him and he felt the same way about her. 

“Dean,” she whispered, breaking him from his thoughts. His eyes softened as he looked up from her stomach to her face, seeing her love and her comfort grounded him to reality. 

“What, sweetheart?” He murmured, leaning over her, he kissed her cheek and then her lips, chuckling as she wiggled her hips impatiently. “I’ve got you,” he said apologetically, continuously changing the pressure on her clit with his thumb. She moaned softly, wrapping her legs around his waist which made him laugh again while adjusting his position so he could keep rubbing her clit. “So needy,” he mumbled against her mouth, ignoring the angry nibble on his lip when he smiled into the kiss he pressed against her soft lips. 

“I’m not having sex with you again,” she groaned when he pulled away, a lazy grin on her face. 

“You’re too insatiable to follow through with that threat,” he teased, knowing it was the other way around. Her fingers made their way into his soft hair, tugging gently when he became serious about fucking her. He rolled his hips up against hers, wiggling until she gasped and whined, a sign that he’s grazing her cervix. “Cum for me, angel,” he whispered, gently rocking his hips, keeping his thrusts short and deep as she squeezed around his cock.

“Fuck… Dean,” she moaned, her body shaking lightly as her orgasm rolled through her, flourishing with pleasure as he came inside her. Warmth filled her womb, his cum deep inside her and nearly dripping out of her until he pushed himself back into her, a smirk on his lips when she playfully hit his back. 

“Hey, babe?” He asked, putting his weight in her safely, closing his eyes as her soft hands moved soothingly up and down his freckled back. She hummed softly, allowing him to continue his thought. “Can you make Baby like the TARDIS?” He asked suddenly, her hands stopped moving as she puckered her lips as she imagined the Impala as a TARDIS, confused about what he was asking.

“Bigger on the inside?” She asked, trying to imagine why he’d want the Impala to be bigger. She figured maybe he wanted more space for sex, or maybe he wanted to add to his arsenal which was unnecessary but she would let him have it if he wanted it that bad.

“No, I mean like..” he stopped, blushing at his request, maybe he’s being weird. 

“Like travelling through time and space?”

“Yeah,” he mumbled, nuzzling into her neck. She patted his back and he lifted himself up with his brow quirked, wondering what she wanted. He hesitantly pulled out of her, thankful that she had powers as she made a random soft piece of cloth appear to clean herself with as soon as his soft cock left the warmth of her walls. She pretended to throw it outside but it disappeared midair, she was always so dramatic, it made a little smile tug at his lips. 

“Challenge accepted,” she grinned at him.

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tags: age gap (kishibe is in his early 50′s and reader is late 20′s to early 30′s), discussion of mortality, discussion of marriage, reader and kishibe have known each other for awhile but have only dated for 3 months, gn reader, pet names such as ex. sweetheart, kishibe knows he’s crazy.), reader calls him old man like, once LMAO, 1.k words, fluff mostly.

synopsis: no one knows more than kishibe that he has a screw loose, maybe that’s why he asked you to marry him.

Kishibe comes home to a plate of food on the table. The apartment is dark and clean but it isn’t clinical and cold like how it used to be when it was him alone. From the walls to the floors it feels like home. You’ve filled the cream walls with pleasant-to-look-at art, with framed pictures of you and him, other co-workers at the Public Safety Devil Hunters from night outs. There are soft, small pillows on the sofa and quilts on the armrests. You put them there from your old place after you moved in with him after the 2nd month of dating.

He joked that you should be an interior designer with how nice his apartment looks now. You snorted and flicked his ear. He let you.

You made curry with chicken katsu, the plate is covered in saran wrap and there is a pot of miso soup left on the stove. Kishibe told you not to leave dinner out for him but you rolled your eyes and told him off - “An old man like you can’t live off convenience store food, let me make dinner for you.”

Kishibe thinks that’s what he likes about you; your presence in the apartment, the way you make him dinner even though he told you not to - he thinks you stay up for him, sometimes. Your chair is crooked against the table when he arrives in the middle of the night because he straightens the chair after he finishes the dinner you left for him, washes the plate, and puts any leftovers you left for him in the fridge for you to take to lunch the next day.

You care about him, really care about him the way spouses care for each other. Maybe that’s why he thinks about marrying you despite only dating for 3 months.

He really does have a screw loose.

The dinner you left for him is gone in less than 20 minutes. He likes your cooking and he’s always been a fast eater. He finishes in the kitchen and heads to the bathroom. The clock reads 12:30 and his back aches in the cold water, but he likes it in a twisted and fucked way. The clock reads 12:40 when he’s done and just in plaid lounge pants, he joins you in bed. Your hair is free, spilling around your head on your pillow like a halo. There is a crack in the blinds and the moonlight highlights your face.

It shines on the slope of your nose, the freckles, and the small scars on your skin. You are so pretty in this gentle way - the way the petals of lilies are pretty or those fancy hard candies that are sculpted into goldfish. He wants to take care of you until he dies. He lies in bed and you wake up, eyes caught in the same milk moonlight and he wants to kiss your eyes as softly as he can.

“Kishibe…”You say his name so softly, he doesn’t remember the last time his name sounded so lovely. He scoots closer to you, you smell like lotion and softener, his knuckle caresses your cheek and your eyes flutter close. Shit, he thinks, you are beautiful.

“Hey sweetheart, dinner was good.” You smile sleepily, eyes blinking away the sleep that resides within them. Kishibe leans and kisses your cheek, mouth cold and minty from the toothpaste. His stubble itches and you wrinkle your face at the feeling. He thinks you are cute for it. He blinks, dark eyes focusing on your lovely face, the way your eyes shine in the moonlight, and how your hair fans around you. Kishibe feels choked up as if he might cry.

“Marry me,” he says instead, voice gruff and quiet. You blink at him, brows furrowing and confusion painting your pretty face. You shuffle, sitting a bit more up and looking at him like he’s grown a 2nd head. He tries not to chuckle.

“We’ve dated for 3 months - please don’t tell me you are going through a middle-life crisis.” 

“No…” Kishibe starts off, dark eyes focusing on your hand - on the ring finger of your right hand and finds it irking to see it empty.

“You’re good to me. I want to take care of you - if we are married, all my shit goes to you. I’ve got some money saved up. The place would be yours too.” He lists off all the things bubbling in his head for the past 3 months of being with you. His life doesn’t have a guarantee, he could die tomorrow. He wants to be sure you stay afloat, even without him.

Your face is not something he can read - he blames it on the dark, your sleepiness, and his lack of it. His hand sneaks under your shirt, and his fingers (calloused and scarred) expertly find themselves resting at the dip of your hips. His thumbs rub at the skin there, enjoying its softness and its smoothness. You lean into him, looking at his eyes, finding sincerity and certainty. Sighing you kiss him, lips soft from vaseline and you hear him huff in contentment.

“Ask me again tomorrow. With a ring - you’ll have your answer.” You say and he nods, already knowing what ring he plans to get you. His hands pull you close, your body fitting into his and he feels at peace with you like this. You both fall asleep like that. When morning comes -  his arm is still around your waist and hands at your hips. You go in earlier than him, and you depart with a heavy heart. He looks handsome in his sleep, face relaxed and thin lips parted. The neat way he parts his hair is long gone and he looks boyish with how it sticks around his forehead.

You kiss his forehead before you go out the door, a work bag filled with the leftovers he put away for lunch. The day passes by as normally as it usually does for you - you are in the paperwork department and Kishibe comes to see you for lunch when he can. When you return to your office from a copy run to start your lunch the man in question is there, sitting in your chair. 

On your desk, sits a velvet box.

Kishibe smiles behind his palm when he sees the shiny, watery look in your eyes. You almost drop your copies - you really are the cutest thing he’s ever known.

“So? What’s your answer?” His gruff voice cuts in the air, and you blink back tears. Nodding wiping your eyes with the back of your free hand you warble out -

“Yeah - yeah you crazy old man. I’ll marry you.” He huffs amused, victory dancing in his heart.