#Spring core ideas

[kentnaturaltribrid]

Overall still got to wait for some of these to dry, but for the most part finished with some of them and waiting for the second half to dry. Beyond that it’s still going pretty well and they’re all doing pretty even. Mostly just spending spring break doing some projects here and there, might as well finish up the rest of it as is regardless maybe tomorrow or The next day if I have time later.

[sofiaruelle]

Would you dance, if i asked you to dance? 😫🫣

A wip for now,,,,

[angelfragil]

Mi dulce y preciada ❀ᮬ galería

♬ ♫ llena de amor

[lovesinlifefloral]

by @lovesinlifefloral

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[ganondoodle]

(idk if anyone wants to keep hearing my opinions on totk book stuff but-)

apparently it says that rauru DID have kids, multiple even, which yeah... is kinda necessary for zelda to even be connected to them so much so that sonia can SENSE a blood connection (which, even with all the excuses with magic, is just a little too far for me to suspend my disbelief bc its over, OVER, ten thousand years worth of generations that seperate her from them that one lil touch of the hand can sense that (feels more like an attempt to make you care about them or .. see them as zeldas "better" parents just bc they exchange a few nice words, i never got the feeling they were 'better' parents and its also kinda disrespectful to her actual parents, like sure rhoam wasnt the best but i wouldnt call rauru better just bc he was polite)- i could see maybe the light power of hylia or sth but since its the coolest dude that ever lived rauru now that had it which still doesnt make sense and makes me unreasonably annoyed and she can sense BOTH of their powers in her? nah) the fact theres NOTHING about them in the game itself is just so ... no way they planned any of this

i dont think theres anything they can do or say that wont make be believe they either

are making it up alla 'fix it in post' mentality trying to hastily explain stuff the game never bothers to do to try and appease fans or let it appear as if they thought about it at all

something went really REALLY wrong during development, which kinda seems likely given how the game turned out (im sorry i cannot let go, its not just the writing, the game design too and how little was changed in the map while being so damn expensive, i dont know how people dont feel scammed q_q)

given that they (allegedly) spent the last entire year of development on polish (where??? where????? huh??? like it would make it more understandable (EXCEPT for the price) if there was alot of trouble, which was also bc it got delayed and ... turned out like this, but they dont want to say it, especially given their reputation, with that quote i have heard way too many times 'a delayed game blah blah') i just??

are they just gonna go and do it like they did with kashiwa (kass)? "they uuuh where flying around the whole time ony cool sonau tech maschines, you just dont see or hear from them ooooorrr they were uuuuh out of the country at the time" (sending invitations to other continents to join their glorious kingdom ;) )

(bet they are also gonna say they did all the stuff like ... moving the shrines around (lol?) and lifting the islands up into the sky- which is still weird bc ... didnt they also say they were living in the sky before coming to the surface?? so where?? did they park all their islands on the surface and the mystery kids had the keys so they had to repark them back into the sky after they returned off camera?? xD also why are the islands so different as an environment if they where from the surface? like even the STONE up there is different- and if they were first in the sky then on the surface and the nback in the sky .. why is there not a single yellow tree or grass in the past- you cant really argue that it changed bc they were up there so long bc .. nothing else changed, the suddendly and totally always there sonau buildings are largely in prime condition, only some slightly moldy, and what we see of the glorious past looks barely any different from the present, aside from like ... some standard trees shuffled, no castle yet and that glowy uwu filter DESPITE that stupidly long time frame between it)

[aeijnnjams]

For Spring Festival 2024, I had a brilliant idea: join the costume competition and design an outfit to steal the show. Naturally, I whipped up some art for the look I planned to make, and let me tell you, it was giving main character energy.

I'm a sucker for purple/violet, so the outfit was all shades of royalty. But then came the sewing part. And, oh boy, reality hit me like an isekai truck. The top was so complicated it might as well have been a Rubik's cube. And let's be real, I wasn't about to do that much unpaid labor.

So, I did what any sane person would do—I simplified it to a tube top. Boom, problem solved! Honestly, I was thriving with this new version. It was so pretty in the drawing, but once I made it... yeah, reality decided to humble me real quick, ahahahaha.

The final product? Oh, it was a masterpiece of chaos. It was so different from the original concept that even I had to laugh. But hey, guess who walked away with third place out of 8 contestants? That's right—this creative genius! Give me a round of applause, yes, yes ,yezzz!!!

[wawataka]

i had this button up shirt i really liked cuz it was bright blue and the two sides were mismatched so i bought it, wore it once, it stained me blue, and then it disappeared. that was three years ago. i have not found it since

[kentnaturaltribrid]

“I’m not here to help you. I’m here to help Gotham.”

Got bored and of course not much else to do. So, ended up having to do some pieces and ended up running out of any strings for projects so went with Ribbons. 🎀

Not much of another option left in the pile anyway. Anyhow, Hoppy end of spring!!!

[4theitgirls]

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[doucious]

ㅤㅤECSTASYㅤ﹑ㅤpark sunghoon

﹙2O1O﹚────𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾. 𝗂’𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝖾𝗌 ｡⠀

𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗋⠀ 诗人，⠀brother ’ s bsf sunghoon x fem readerㅤ゛MINORS DO NOT INTERACT⠀，fingering, nipple play, unprotected sex, secret relationship, not proofread.

爱,⠀⠀⠀for.⠀⠀⠀───⠀⠀⠀@riqomi : hi, cutie i changed this up a little since i already had a similar draft. not my best work but i hope you like it nonetheless :3

you draw the curtains over the glass doors arching from the ceiling to the floor, about to walk off to your bed when you hear a knock— a pause.

you have an idea where this is going.

“sunghoon?” you whisper, half surprised and half exasperated, unlocking the door to let him in. “can you stop sneaking into my room in the middle of the night?”

“no promises,” he doesn’t even wait— tripping over the door frame and cursing a little too loud. you cover his mouth with your hand in panic, and he presses a tender kiss to your palm. “missed you so bad, baby,”

sunghoon has a habit, a very bad one at that— climbing up your balcony in the middle of the night to meet you.

it’s a little shameful to have him over like this, as if you are trying to hide your bad habit. worst case scenario, it could wake your brother up— almost happened once— but it’s a risk you’re willing to take when your boyfriend fucks you senseless every time he has a chance.

and then he’s kissing you— because fuck, you are right there, barely an arm away from him. he presses you against the wall right behind you, slipping his tongue right past your lips.

“hoon,” you manage to whisper, despite the scowl on his face when you pull back. “my brother is literally next door,”

“don’t talk about your brother right now, please,” he mumbles, tugging the hem of your shirt to take it off and dropping it somewhere on the floor.

he is quick to hook a finger under the clasp of your bra and takes it off with practice ease. and he almost forgets to breathe for a moment, marveling in the sight of the same tits he has been missing and fantasising about for days.

he cups your breast, massaging as he presses a kiss to your cheek, then jaw, down your neck, eliciting a gasp from your mouth as he squeezes your nipple, pinching and rolling it between his fingers.

“been thinking about this for days,” he mutters, taking your hardened peak in his mouth. he swirls his tongue around your mound, feeling you jerk at the contact, while playing with the other.

sunghoon treats you like porcelain, no matter how bad he wants to stuff his hardened cock inside you already. he admires how your face is morphed in impatience as he grinds the throbbing erection in his pants against your core.

“sunghoon,” you say breathlessly. “please,”

sunghoon doesn’t wait another second before trailing his hand between your legs, teasing your clothed clit, chuckling at the damp spot under his fingers. “wet for me already,”

before you can even whine at the contact, he pushes the fabric of your underwear, brushing his finger against your slit. he flaunts a prideful grin at the way your hands tighten over his shoulder, and he slips two fingers past your folds deep into your cunt.

he watches you intently, taking in every reaction as he pumps his fingers inside you, relishing in the soft gasp that dances off your lips when he presses against that tender spot into your walls.

“s-sunghoon,” you pant, rolling your hips to meet his fingers as he continues to thrust them into you. his palm presses against your clit, drawing a needy whine from you that is cut off by your breathy words. “so close,”

“go on, baby,” he murmurs, curling his digits inside you just right. “make a mess for me,”

and just like that, you fall apart, gasps and broken wails of his name falling off your lips as he works you through the orgasm.

you let him back you towards the bed, laying down and he is quick to pull his sweatpants off to spring his cock free— flushed, leaking, more so when he teases your entrance with his tip.

he pumps his thick girth a few times before inching past your glistening folds, and sunghoon swears he could come from just how tight you are. “fuck— missed this so much, doll,”

you whimper, nails clawing into his biceps when he sinks deeper, stretching you out. it’s not long before he bottoms out, filling you up completely and nudging that sweet spot, earing a broken moan from you.

his thrusts get faster, impatient, having missed you dearly in a way that could’ve driven him to madness. his eyes refuse to leave your sight, watching your expression break into pleasure, lashes fluttering in pure bliss as you squeeze around his cock.

“that’s it—” he groans, bucking his hips into you. “never getting over this pussy,”

“feels so good—fuck,” you gasp out loud, clenching around him, his fullness overwhelming. he pulls out almost all the way out before slamming back in, earning a deep moan. he could actually have you screaming if it wasn’t for your fuckass brother.

“so fucking loud,” he let’s out a low laugh, putting his hand around your throat although making sure to not press. “keep quiet for me, yeah? don’t want your brother to hear us, do we now?”

he almost gets harder at the thought of your brother finding out about what his little sister and best friend are up to all alone. sunghoon would be dead, but fuck, you’re worth the risk.

he slams his hips into yours with increased need, burying his face in your neck to muffle his own moans and grunts.

“i’m close!” you whine, gasping when he rubs harsh circles on your clit as his thrusts get sloppier. you can tell he is close too with the way his pace increases, wanton moans whispered against your ear.

“come for me, doll,” he breathes out against your skin, feeling himself teetering on the edge with how well you take him, nice and deep.

your words are reduced to quiet pleas and chants of his name as his cock hits your sweet spot, and you finally come undone, milking him through your orgasm.

his cock twitches inside you and he pulls out, making thick spurts of mess on your belly. he leans down to press a sloppy kiss on your lips. “i’ve missed you so much, baby. another round?”

“what?” your voice is quiet, despite laced with a silver of surprise. “if my brother finds out, both of us are dead,”

and sunghoon almost groans at the mention of your brother again. he should know better, but his hand is already between your legs. “about fucking time he knows, angel.”

[lovesinlifefloral]

by @lovesinlifefloral

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[satellites444]

sylus is a loverboy to. his. core.

and that, to me, gives the softest of soft doms. pleasure dom to the max idk idk

the first time you even bring up the idea of him being rough with you he’s slightly flabbergasted, but he will do anything that you ask him, so of course he’s gonna fuck you with his hand around your throat, and he’s gonna spank you but he’s gonna make sure he didn’t hit you too hard, “are you okay, sweetie? was that too hard?”

you'd reassure him that, no it wasn't too hard, and he can be rougher. pointing out that he's the big bad leader of onychinus, and he accepts that you're right but asserts that you're too precious to him to ever be anything less than respectful to you.

but that was months ago and he’s definitely found his stride. sex was never bad with him ever, but since he's embraced a different side of him you're in complete and utter heaven and so is he. he likes to see you panting and writhing underneath him. he likes to watch you come undone as he whispers the filthiest things in your ear. he gets off on it. he gets off on the feeling he gets when you give him complete control, knowing that you trust him enough to let him do whatever he wants with you.

“that’s it…” his hand reaches between your bodies to circle your sensitive clit, “that’s my beautiful girl. you’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you? gonna cum for me?” you’re too overwhelmed by the pleasure to form a coherent word. he circles your clit a bit faster, “hmm?” he prompts, he knows you’re fucked out, completely overwhelmed by his cock but he wants to taunt you, wants to give himself a reason to punish you just a bit. he waits for a moment, slows his thrusts just a bit to see if you’ll speak up but when you don’t he almost smirks.

a sharp swat to your ass makes you gasp, “answer me.” he demands, and you do, “yes!” you grunt out, the lingering sting mixing with his work on your clit and the deep feeling of his cock pressing in and out of you at a blinding pace.

“yes what, kitten?” he doesn’t let up on you at all, he loves to watch you like this. you know you’re fluttering around him, your climax is fast approaching. he knows it too because he can feel it, the way you’re gripping his cock, he knows.

“yes m’gonna cum for you!” he hums, happy with your answer. a sloppy kiss is placed on your lips so quick you barely have enough time to kiss him back. he leans back, holding your legs open so that he can watch his cock disappear inside of you with each thrust, his pace is reaching a fever pitch.

“you’re perfect,” he says, watching you as you come undone, “fuck, look at you, you’re so beautiful cumming on my cock.”

he gets off on you getting off, so as you're still feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm, he's falling into his. spilling into you with a deep groan, his hips stuttering for the first time all night. aftercare is incredibly important to him, too, so he gives himself a moment to catch his breath before he's springing into action. kissing your face gently, checking in with you “did i hurt you? are you okay, my love?”

he's gently cleaning you up, though he does like the sight of his seed spilling out of you, he knows you hate the mess so he’s quick to get everything cleaned up. if you're thirsty he's getting you water, he's carrying you to the bathroom to pee afterward, everything he's just such a lover boy!!!

i could scream about this forever.

[rafayelxsylusho]

How do the LADS men react when they catch you reading smut. 🫣 Part 2

TW: Smut

Vote for the next LI at the end of the story ❤️

Part 1 (Xavier)

Part 3 (Sylus)

Part 4 (Zayne)

Part 5 (Rafayel)

You're curled up on the couch, a steaming mug of coffee in hand, your phone screen illuminating your face in the early morning darkness.

The rain patters against the window, a soothing soundtrack to your quiet start of the day. You scroll through your social media feed, yawning as you take a sip of the hot, bitter liquid. That's when you see it, a video that catches your eye. "Steamy Short Story: Colonel's Obsession" reads the caption beneath a grainy, black and white image of a handsome man in a uniform.

Intrigued, you press play, leaning back against the cushions as the video begins. The narrator speaks in a low, breathy tone, setting the scene. As you listen, your mind drifts to Caleb. Your colonel. He had mentioned he wouldn't be able to see you for a week, trouble brewing in the far space fleet demanding his attention. The narrator's words paint a vivid picture of a man consumed by his feelings, a man you recognize in Caleb. The story is intense, raw, and achingly familiar.

As you click the link on the video the story pops up on your screen, the title "Colonel's Obsession". You take another sip of your coffee, the mug warming your hands as you settle in to read, eager to lose yourself in the story.

You read on, your pulse quickening as the narrative grows more intense.

"Colonel," she purrs"I need you. I need to feel you inside me." She drops to her knees, her hands sliding down his body until she reaches the bulge in his pants. She cups him through the fabric, stroking his hardening length as she looks up at him with hooded eyes.

Without warning, she unzips his pants and frees his cock. It springs forth, long, hard and thick. She wraps her hand around it, pumping it slowly as she leans in and drags her tongue along the underside. He groans, fisting a hand in her hair as she takes him into her mouth.

You feel a sudden, intense surge of desire as you picture yourself in her place, kneeling before Caleb in his uniform. You imagine the fabric of his pants bunched around his ankles as you take him into your mouth, tasting the essence of the man you love. The thought alone makes your core throb with need.

Lost in the fantasy, you squirm on the couch, your free hand sliding beneath your robe to caress your inner thigh. Your mind races with the dirty, delicious images of you pleasuring Caleb in his uniform, the fabric scratching against your bare skin as you worship his cock with your mouth. You've never indulged in such a naughty daydream before, but the idea of Caleb, hard and wanting, his uniform still on as you suck him off is too tantalizing to ignore. 

You nearly drop your phone in surprise as it rings loudly in your hand. You glance at the screen, seeing your coworker's name flashing urgently. Taking a deep, calming breath, you try to compose yourself before answering.

"H-hello?" you stammer, hoping they don't detect the breathless state you're in. Your heart races as you listen to your coworker's voice on the other end of the line.

"Okay, sounds good," you say, wrapping up the call as quickly as possible. As soon as you hang up, you toss your phone aside and bury your face in your hands, a soft moan escaping your lips. You're already counting down the days until you can see Caleb again.

For now, you take a moment to collect yourself, trying to ignore the way your body burns with need.

You glance at the story, realizing there's still half of it left. Your curiosity piqued, you quickly tap the 'Download' button to save the file for later reading and set your phone aside as you take a sip of your now lukewarm coffee, grimacing slightly at the bitter taste. You shake your head, clearing your lustful thoughts, and decide it's time to start your day properly.

Rising from the couch, you make your way to the bathroom, leaving a trail of clothes in your wake. You shrug off your robe and nightgown, letting them pool on the floor as you step into the warmth of the shower.

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You sit in front of your computer, uploading documents you needed to share with the rest of your team.

Share

Your heart skips a beat as the realization hits you. The story, the incredibly erotic tale that has set your body ablaze with desire, is now sitting in the shared folder on your phone that you and Caleb use for important documents and information. The same folder where you keep your joint grocery lists, your travel itineraries, and the occasional sweet note to each other.

A blush creeps up your neck as you imagine Caleb stumbling upon the story, his eyebrows raising in surprise before a grin spreads across his handsome face.

But then, a sudden pang of worry hits you. What if Caleb misunderstands? What if he thinks you're interested in other men in uniform, that you're lusting after faceless, nameless strangers? Your heart races as panic starts to set in.

You quickly tap the delete button on your phone, watching with relief as the story disappears from your screen. The shared folder is now free of the scandalous tale, no trace of it left behind.

You let out a shaky sigh, your heart gradually slowing its frantic pace. "He's probably been busy all day," you murmur to yourself, trying to rationalize the situation. "If Caleb had seen it, he would have definitely called by now."

The thought brings a small smile to your face. Caleb has always been so eager and open about his desire for you, his lust never shy about making itself known. He would have been unable to resist the temptation to tease you mercilessly about it, to paint a vivid picture of all the naughty things he wanted to do to you based on the story.

"Focus," you scold yourself, turning your attention back to the paperwork across your desk. You take a deep, calming breath and will yourself to concentrate on the tasks at hand. The rest of the day passes in a blur of meetings and deadlines, your mind only half-focused on your work. 

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You open your front door, your arms loaded with grocery bags as you step into your dark apartment. The apartment is quiet, the only sound is the rustling of the bags as you unpack their contents. You mumble to yourself in the dim light of the kitchen, a hint of disappointment in your voice.

"I should have just moved the file to a different folder," you whisper, placing a jar of pasta sauce on the shelf. "Now I won't know what happens in the other half of the story"

As you finish putting away the last of the groceries, you pick up your phone. Your fingers hover over Caleb's contact information for a moment before you press the call button, bringing the phone to your ear.

You nearly drop your phone in shock as you hear the loud, familiar ringtone echo through your darkened living room. Your heart leaps into your throat, and you spin around to see a large figure sitting in the shadows.

"Caleb!" you gasp, clutching your chest. "You scared me half to death! What are you doing here, sitting in the dark like that? I..I thought you were at work."

You quickly hit the end call button on your phone, the ringing ceasing abruptly. Your eyes adjust to the dim light, making out Caleb's silhouette on the couch. He's sitting back, his tall frame taking up most of the space, his broad shoulders and muscular build unmistakable.

"You know Princess," his voice is low and filled with a hunger that makes your core clench. "If you wanted to turn me on, all you had to do was call. You didn't need to send me a whole story of your fantasies."

You hear the rustling of fabric as he leans forward, his tall frame unfolding from the couch. The moonlight from the window illuminates his handsome face, his dark eyes glinting with desire.

"Though I must say," he continues, "it was quite the treat to read all about what's been on your pretty little mind. Such naughty thoughts, pip-squeak. I had no idea you had such a dirty imagination."

Your cheeks burn with a fierce blush as you stand there, temporarily rooted to the spot by surprise and mortification. You open your mouth to say something, anything, but no words come out. Instead, you hear the sound of Caleb's chuckle echoing through the room.

"Caleb, I... I didn't mean for you to see that," you stammer out, finally finding your voice. "I thought I had deleted it. I'm so sorry, I didn't want you to think..."

"Colonel"

"What?" You ask

"It's Colonel Caleb not just Caleb"

The use of his title sends a shiver down your spine, the authority in his voice unmistakable.

You take a tentative step towards him, then another, until you're standing before him in the dark room. The moonlight filtering through the window casts sharp shadows across his features, making him look even more imposing and powerful than usual.

"Forgive me, Colonel," you murmur, your eyes downcast. "I didn't mean to send such an... inappropriate story. It was a foolish mistake on my part."

Caleb reaches for the lamp beside him and turns it on, as the soft glow of the lamp illuminates the room you can't help but gasp at the sight before you. Caleb, no, Colonel Caleb, sits tall and imposing in your couch, his uniform as crisp and pressed as always. But it's the state of his uniform pants that draws your gaze, and your breath catches in your throat.

His zipper is down, the metal teeth glinting in the warm lamplight. And there, straining against the fabric of his boxers, is the clear outline of his hard, proud cock. It looks massive, the shape of the swollen head and thick shaft unmistakable even through the thin material.

You feel your mouth go dry at the sight, a fresh wave of arousal washing over you. Your breasts grow heavy, nipples pebbling beneath your shirt.

"Colonel," you breathe out, your voice husky with sudden desire. "You're... you're not wearing your pants properly."

The knowledge that you've affected him so deeply, that your naughty little story was enough to make the formidable Colonel lose control, sends a thrill of pure lust racing down your spine.

"Did the story do that to you, Colonel?" you ask softly, a coy smile playing at the corners of your mouth. "Did it make you this... excited?" Your voice is full of innocent teasing 

"Show some respect to the far space fleet colonel and kneel"

You quickly lower yourself to your knees before him, the plush carpet brushing against your skin. Your breath catches in your throat as you find yourself at eye level with the sizeable bulge straining against his boxers. And there, at the tip of his erection, you spot a damp spot on his boxers. Your mind races at the realization that it's his precum, proof of how aroused that story has made him. The sight sends a fresh gush of wetness flooding your panties, your core clenching with need.

"Forgive me, Colonel," you breathe out, your voice trembling with a mix of nerves and anticipation. "I didn't mean to be disrespectful."

"Tell me how I can serve you, Colonel," you ask softly, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes even as a shy smile curves your lips. "How can I make amends for my previous transgression?"

You watch with bated breath as Caleb reaches down, his large, gloved hands tug down his pants and boxers down to his knees. His cock springs free, long, thick and hard, the swollen head an angry red, it bobs slightly as it's released from its confines, drawing your gaze like a magnet. The sheer size of him makes your mouth water.

In a flash, you lean forward, your tongue darting out to lap at the pearly beads of precum glistening at the swollen tip of his cock. The salty-sweet essence explodes on your tongue. Before you can stop yourself, your lips part and you take the head of his cock into the warmth of your mouth.

"Ahhh..." Caleb groans, his deep voice rumbling through the room as your mouth envelops him. His gloved hand comes down to tangle in your hair, gripping it tightly as he guides your head, urging you to take more of him. "That's it, taste what you do to me."

Your lips stretch obscenely around his thick girth as you slowly sink down, taking inch after throbbing inch of his impressive length into the heat of your mouth. The weight of him on your tongue, the pulsing heat of his flesh, the musky scent of his arousal it's all so overwhelmingly erotic.

As you start to take more of his length down your throat, bobbing your head and relaxing your muscles to accommodate him, his grip on your hair suddenly tightens. He tugs sharply, pulling your face off his slick cock with a swift, sharp movement. A string of saliva stretches from your bottom lip to the swollen head before breaking and splattering on your chin.

"Who told you to deepthroat me?" Caleb growls. His eyes flash with a mix of lust and annoyance as he holds your head still, forcing you to look up at him. "You don't get to take charge like that. I'm in control here."

"Apologize, Y/N," he orders, his thumb wiping away the saliva and smearing it across your bottom lip before pushing into your mouth. "Apologize for being so greedy with your mouth. For forgetting your place."

You part your lips, allowing Caleb's gloved thumb to slip further into your mouth. Your tongue swirls around the digit, tasting the leather as you suck it gently. Your teeth carefully grasp the edge of the glove and tug, slowly peeling it off his thumb and down his hand until it falls to the floor with a soft thud.

"Sorry, Colonel," you whisper but before the apology can hang in the air for too long, you wrap your lips around his thumb once more, suckling on the bare digit as you did his cock moments before.

Your small pink tongue swirls around the pad of his thumb, lapping at the smooth skin, tracing the lines and ridges. You take it deeper into your mouth, your lips stretching around the intrusion as you gaze up at him with an almost challenging glint in your eye. The glint is a silent dare, a test of his control and dominance, as if to say, 'I may have overstepped, but I'm not afraid to push your limits.'

Your cheeks hollow slightly as you suckle his thumb, your free hand coming up to wrap around the base of his cock, squeezing and stroking the thick shaft in a slow, teasing rhythm. You know it's a risk, touching him without permission, but you can't resist the chance to feel him pulsing in your hand, to remind yourself of how much you've affected him.

With an almost feral growl, he reaches down and hooks his hands under your armpits. In one powerful movement, he hauls you up off your knees and positions you to straddle his hips. Your soaked panties are suddenly pressed against the throbbing heat of his naked cock as he sits back down on the couch, settling you in his lap. The damp fabric creates a delicious friction against your folds, and you can't help but gasp at the sudden contact.

"The uniform stays on," he states firmly.

"Yes please" you whisper

An almost cruel smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, his eyes glinting with a wicked amusement that sends a shiver down your spine.

"Oh no, I think you misunderstand, princess," he murmurs "I meant to say, your uniform stays on. Mine, well..." His hands slide down to grip your ass, squeezing the supple globes as he grinds his erection against your soaked panties with deliberate, teasing slowness.

"My uniform is going to stay on anyway" he continues, his breath hot against your neck, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. "I've always wanted to fuck you in your hunter uniform," he confesses, his words sending a dark thrill through you. 

As he speaks those filthy words, his hands are already moving under your skirt, yanking your panties to the side with a rough, impatient tug. Before you can respond or react, he's thrusting forward, the thick head of his cock pushing past your folds and burying itself deep inside you.

"Ahhh, fuck!" Caleb groans, his head falling back as he hilts himself fully inside you. He stretches and fills you completely, your walls clenching down around his girth, trying desperately to adjust to the sudden, intense intrusion. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream, back arching, his heavy balls pressing against your ass.

"Fuck, you're so goddamn tight," Caleb rasps, his fingers digging into the meat of your ass, spreading your cheeks, holding you in place as he begins to move.

A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, revealing a glint of teeth. He leans in closer, until his lips are a mere hair's breadth from yours "You want to know the other half of the story? I'll show you exactly what the rest of the story is about"

His arms wrap around your waist, crushing you against the wall of his chest as he pistons his hips at a breathtaking pace. Each forceful thrust drives you upwards along the length of his rigid shaft, the thick head kissing your cervix before sliding back out, only to plunge in again. His breathing grows heavier, his exhales mingling with your shorter, sharper intakes as he chases his pleasure.

He doesn't kiss you, but rather captures each of your needful breaths on his lips, inhaling them as if to consume you, to make you a part of him. His gaze bores into you, those piercing violet eyes burning with hunger and dark intent. In this moment, you feel utterly owned, claimed in the most carnal way imaginable. The rest of the world falls away until there is only the slap of flesh against flesh, the creaking of the couch beneath you, and the pounding of two hearts beating in sync.

Caleb's grip on you tightens, his fingers sinking into soft flesh hard enough to leave bruises tomorrow. He grinds his pelvis against yours with each upward surge, making sure to hit that sensitive spot deep inside you. The stimulation is almost too much to bear, pushing you rapidly towards the precipice of ecstasy.

"Let... go."

It's not a request, but a direct order, his deep voice ringing with the unshakable confidence and dominance of a man accustomed to being obeyed without question. His grip moves to your hips, holding you in place as he slams into you, the force of his thrusts rocking your entire body.

Your body surrenders to Caleb's dominant command, your walls clamping down around his length as the coil of tension within you snaps. A cry tears from your throat as your climax crashes over you, wave after wave of electrifying ecstasy radiating out from your core. Your fingernails dig into his shoulders, your hips bucking erratically against his as you ride out the intense, toe curling pleasure.

He doesn't let up his relentless pace, continuing to drive into your spasming heat, pushing you to take every last inch of him as your orgasm seems to go on and on.

"That's it," he grunts "Fuck, you're squeezing me so fucking tight. You were made for this."

With a last few erratic, powerful thrusts, Caleb hilts himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he finds his own climax.

You watch, transfixed, as Caleb's handsome face contorts with the raw ecstasy of his release. His eyes squeeze shut,his dark lashes fluttering against his skin as a groan rumbles up from his chest. The tendons of his neck strain, his jaw clenching and unclenching as he fights to maintain some semblance of control, even as his hips jerk and stutter erratically. A single, bead of sweat trickles down the pronounced line of his throat, catching on the silver glint of his dog tag charm.

As the waves of your shared ecstasy begin to subside, a breathless, euphoric laugh bubbles up from your chest. The sound is music to Caleb's ears, a beautiful melody that makes his heart swell with satisfaction. He feels your walls fluttering around his softening length, and a deep, rumbling chuckle escapes him.

He pulls back just enough to catch your gaze, his eyes sparkling with mischievous light as a grin spreads across his handsome face. He leans in closer and whispers:

"Ready for round two, my insatiable little hunter?"

Notes: Y/N's uniform in this story is like Tara's.

[writingwisterias]

Do you think you could write pornstar!leon x reader? I’m not in any rush, I just needed to get this idea out

I was thinking older Leon (40s-60s) x college student reader (early 20s at the youngest)

He’s been retired for quite a while, but you stumbled onto his old videos somehow, and you’re obsessed with them. I’m imagining he did them when he was a little older for one reason or another but he stopped. Maybe an erectile problem or he got bored of it. Or something entirely different, it’s up to you.

Then you meet him somehow, one thing leads to another and you’re fucking your favorite ex-pornstar <3

I don’t have anything else in mind, maybe a little good old cunnilingus and something about how the guys your age don’t know how to treat someone right. I don’t know I just needed to share this.

I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE!! I really hope you enjoy because I've had the idea for so long and you have provided the best opportunity for it!!

Warnings: SMUT, MNDI, Basically Porn, Dom Leon, Age-Gap, Sub Reader, Drinking, Rough sex, Light Degradation Kink, Praise Kink, Filming, Unprotected Sex, Masturbation, Erectile dysfunction, implied sex addicts Words: 4.3k

Thank you Two n Eva for letting me ramble constantly again...and Shy for beta readings ily all (ignore me adding tags when I remember them it's late for me shh)

Part 2

It shouldn't be this hard. It’s not like he hasn’t done it a thousand times already. The method was simple, he could even use his own videos for reference if he wanted to. Leon squeezed the base yet again, willing the damn thing to even just twitch. It didn’t matter what he did anymore, his days of pleasure seemed to come to an end. The viagra that remained unopened in the bedside table was becoming tempting but that was a last resort, a pathetic one at that. It made him feel old to admit defeat like he’s lost his glory days.

Leon squeezed the base again, the pads of his fingers running along his sack. The stimulation gave him something, a small twitch barely noticeable with his dick in his tight grip. Yet, it was something, the only proof that it still had some energy left in the damn thing. 

The tip was pink and sad staring at him from where he looked down on it. No longer was it that angry red colour, spewing out dribbles of pre cum eagerly. That’s why the fans liked him, he was messy. If only they could see him now, see this pathetic sight. His page remained bare, the last video posted almost a year ago now. 

Not that it mattered, he had enough money from the ones he made because instead of turning it into some production he kept the shitty quality of his phone as it seemed enough for the majority. Well, at least he’s never read any complaint about it. 

One more try, that’s what he would do, before either giving up or going for that drawer. His thumb brushed over the tip before he rolled it back. The roughness of his thumb is the perfect contrast to the sensitive skin. He could feel the slick form, a pathetic watery substance that would be no good for a film. With his hand still doing the motion Leon looked to the ceiling with a sigh, something that he did out of boredom didn’t even help him now. Years of abusing the rush of pleasure and his multiple orgasms a night have finally stabbed him in the back. His eyes flicked to the tv, the pictures lighting up the dark room. Never stopping the work on his flaccid cock as he prayed eventually it might spring to life. 

Surely it was unhealthy to be obsessed with a guy like this, to watch the shitty pornhub videos he posted nearly every night like they were some bedtime programme. The cumshots, whimpers and moans all send shockwaves down to your core, the puffy nerve working quickly to ensure you know it's neediness. His face card was lethal, hair falling over his eyes that were lined with a dark look. It was all too tempting…arousing. Every night you found yourself in the same position, legs spread as wide as you could get them as your fingers circled your clit in teasingly slow motions whilst you watched the video on your laptop. Your pussy stuffed with the largest dildo you could find online. Always ensuring that you match the same pace of his actions. He never said anything, his groans were enough for you. The deep raspy tone was engraved in your every thought at this point, you were surprised it hadn’t turned into your inner monologue. 

You watched his dick twitch in his hands, his hips buckling slightly, all signs that you had learnt was him nearing his end. You worked harder, moving the dildo deeper and slower just like his hips were moving. A punishing brutal pace with the soul goal of his own pleasure. The coil tightened, a thread ready to snap as the minutes of the videos counted down. 

How many times have you done it tonight? 

You poor clit abused, white hot pleasure searing through your system as your nerves set on fire. Your thighs clamping around both of your hands as you orgasm. The slick flooding out from between your fingers as your brain settles into the right mode to sleep. The fuzziness lingering like a drug. An addiction. 

You watched with half-closed eyes and short breaths as he showed off the mess he made across the expanse of his abs. Giving off a subtle wink to the camera before it finally stopped. The date of the post made you frown, it was the most recent one…posted almost a year ago. You couldn’t help the thought’s circling about his life now. Wondering if he would ever post again. Maybe he has kids now, a wife, someone to spoil all the money he earned on.

The parasocial relationship you had formed with him was wrong and a stupid thing to cling onto. You were sure to be the only activity on his page anymore; there was definitely no one else was this insane to choose only one pornstar to get off to. Let alone the one who hasn’t posted anything recently. His videos were always more like a home video, shitty quality, barely audible, it really wouldn’t surprise you if he filmed them on a camcorder. 

You weren’t even sure if any other dick would get you off at this point – not that you had anything other than the dildo to use. Though, if you did manage to bring someone home, you suppose you could beg for them to quiet as you closed your eyes to imagine him. The thought caused embarrassment to settle in your stomach, the sex addict he had made you become was shameful at least that's what you had been raised to believe. 

A woman shouldn’t be this in tune and free with her sexual side, it was always wrong according to your parents. Your sexuality was something for a man to explore and take only for himself. It wasn’t for you, it shouldn’t be pleasurable for you. If your friends knew, they would also shame you for this. They didn’t need anymore fuel for how lonely you were, your search history would surely traumatise them. 

Your eyes flicked down to the corner of your laptop, blinking away the tears that lingered in your waterline, to see the time. 30 minutes to get ready before you leave for drinks with your friends. To see the indie rock band that was playing tonight, your friend's boyfriend, the lead singer. You had no idea why that meant you had to go, though the promise of their bar tab convinced you. There was no hope in going home with someone, never was anymore. All the old fucks that lined the seats of that took away the eyecandy you were looking for and if you did find them…well even you knew that you deserved better than some small dick looking for a quicky.  

Your outfit was simple and comfortable. The jeans hugging you perfectly, the top low cut enough to show off the girls that were definitely co-operating tonight for a change. Their perkiness was evident in every step you took towards the bar, holding your arms around yourself to fight off the lingering cold in the air. You wafted through the cloud of second hand smoke, breathing the scent in deeply allowing it to settle in your lungs. Old habits never strayed too far from reach you suppose. 

The music vibrated through the floor, bodies bumping into as you made your way to the stage. Your friend greeted you with a large smile, her eyes sparkling with joy as she glanced back at her boyfriend. Their relationship was sweet, full of honeymoon type of love and appreciation. You envied them, that somehow in this crap world they managed to find a sweet relationship. You weren’t built for that, not when you were here at this moment and all you could think about was returning home and dealing with the pulsing need in your underwear. 

A drink was shoved in your hand, one from her ‘to loosen you up a bit’ apparently. You looked too tense, ridgid for someone that was here to have fun and enjoy the moment. The neat whiskey burned on the way down, settling somewhere deep in your chest. It warmed you, distracted you; both were welcomed in this scenario. “Is everything alright tonight? You’re like a wooden doll” Your friend laughed as she walked you over to the bar. Her grip was at least grounding, stopping the internal fire blazing inside you. “Yeah I’m good, just a rough day” 

“Good job you’re here then” she laughed, handing you another drink. You watched the amber liquid swirl, the condensation running down the sides of glass reminding you too much of him. Of the scenes you have watched over and over again. She waved her hand in front of your face, breaking the trance you had on the droplets. “Are you sure you are okay?” 

How could you tell her that you were itching to return home? To lay in your soft sheets and watch him. Your skin burned – desire running through you constantly. You couldn’t do anything about it, everything reminded you of him. 

“Drink to forget?” You responded, smiling weakly at your friend. Hers only grew a wild look in her eye before calling a round of shots, bringing you into a side hug whilst giggling. It definitely worked. Your body felt lighter, happier. That burning desire now muted until you at least got home. Your hips swaying with hers, smiles and laughter filling the bubble you had formed around yourselves.

It was your turn to collect the next round of drinks, your shoes dragged across the floor, boots scuffing against the things that had fallen out of people's pockets. Barely avoiding people's elbows as you passed them. You attempted to avoid looking at the couples pressed against the walls, their lips locking onto each other in a heated exchange of passion. Thankfully their moans are muted by the volume of the guitar. 

Yet, you froze in place as your eyes fell upon the slumped figure at the bar. You tried blinking away the drunken haze, the one that blurred with the lights of the bar whilst you observed every curve of the muscle he bore, the nose bridge…hands wrapped around the beer bottle. It couldn’t be. No you weren’t that unlucky and lucky at the same time. Not when you were finally forgetting about him tonight, about the fantasies and daydreams over what he would be like. 

His head lifted as his eyes scanned over the pool of people dancing, the flashing lights blurring their movements. Except for yours because you were still stationary like an idiot, looking right at him. He observed your form as you finally finished the journey to the bar and ordered a large cocktail topped with ice and a glazed cherry. Leon's eyes ran over your chest as you leant against the bar. Your chest was moving slowly and deeply like you were trying to calm yourself. Your nails are scratching at the rings of alcohol that were left on it that your focus now remained on. He couldn’t approach you like he would have in the past, the obvious age gap didn’t bother him. Your youthful skin would feel heavenly under his calloused fingertips. No, the lack of the twitch in his trousers as he perved on you was a reminder that after his failed attempt earlier to get this shit to work before he gave up and dragged himself here. At least the band playing tonight was actually decent. For once.

He never looked away, not once. Not even as people filtered in front of his line of sight. Everytime you allowed your eyes to drift over to him, he was still watching; taking slow sips of the beer he was nursing. The temperature of the drink cooled your skin as you took it from the bartender, savouring the liquid encouragement as you sipped on it. The cherry cola cocktail settled better than the whiskey you had drank earlier. It was dangerous mixing your drinks, each drink adding to the tipsy haze you bore. The cherry was sweet as you slipped it into your mouth. The vodka infused with it makes you smile. 

Leon couldn’t pull his eyes away if he wanted to, not as you drank. Your neck looked perfect as you extended it whilst lifting the glass, your lips curving into a smile as you chewed on the alcoholic cherry. He licked his lips as he watched, almost trying to imagine which part of your neck would be the most sensitive spot to suck one. Which spot would force you to sing perfectly to him? Would it taste like sweat and perfume as he kissed your neck? Or remain flavorless like all the girls he was with before. 

You smiled when your eyes finally met again, a big toothy grin that proudly displayed the cherry stem from between your lips. 

Perfectly tied. 

It was only then he felt the throb, the one he's craved to feel for over a year. His cock quickly worked its way to a semi as he watched you saunter over. Your perfume filled his senses as you slid into the chair next to him. His suspicions on what you would taste like as it smelled expensive. Moving to sit with him was a bold move on your behalf but with the liquid encouragement flowing through your system you just decided to run with it. If this worked, you would be a fool to waste this chance. You simply place the stem on the bar in front of him, now glaringly obvious you were skilled with your tongue. 

“Where did you learn how to do that?” He chuckled. His blue eyes now bore that dark look underneath the strands of hair that fell over his face. Leon leaned back in the stool, his chest turned towards you. The shirt was tight, straining against him as he moved showcasing everything you knew lies beneath. “Research, thought it would be a useful skill to learn” You teased, your body subconsciously leaning towards him. His deep musk hit your senses, the linger smell of the beer in the air he exhaled. It was intoxicating, just as you imagined it would be. 

“You always do this?” He asked again, the green bottle putting some distance between the two of you as he sipped on it again. The condensation ran over his fingers as he raised it. Leon smirked against the rim of the bottle as he watched your eyes flick over his hand. “Only with guys that eye fuck me across the bar” You retorted, blinking slightly as you looked back towards his eyes. He hummed deeply, considering his next actions which were largely influenced by the throb of his cock. “How often does that happen?” 

“Calling me pretty?” 

Leon chuckled, finally leaning forward into your space. His hand landed on your thigh, squeezing it lightly. “I’d be lying if I said you weren’t” 

You scanned his face, breath faltering at his closeness. Everything faded to the background, you forgot where you were, why you were here. All gone as you savoured the addiction of his smell, the curve of his features now they were close enough. You wanted to whimper his name, kiss his lips until they puffed up more. Leon smiled as your tongue darted out between your lips, licking them slightly. Your saliva creates the perfect gloss across them, making them even more tempting. 

As soon as your lips met you melted. Your hands found the inner curve of his thigh as you moved closer, leaning into him for support. The passion was addictive as the kiss grew heated, his touch set you on fire as his hand cupped your jaw possessively. When he finally pulled away, he laughed as you chased after him. “Your place or mine?” 

“Yours” 

His hand was larger than yours as he pulled you along with him out of the bar. The cloud of smoke greeted you again, settling deeply in your system as you both waited for the cab. His lips were upon you again, chasing the growing erection in his trousers. The one that was now becoming painfully hard, not that he would argue. He grinned into your lips, held you closer letting you feel it against your stomach. Feel the want, need, hunger he had for you. 

The cab ride continued the heated exchange and wandering hands as he cupped your body, fingers rubbing over your peaked nipples through the fabric of your shirt. You almost felt bad for the driver…almost. Never would you have expected him to be so needy. To seem like he wanted this just as much as you. Not with his extensive collection of media anyway, surely you were just another fuck and you should be pawning over him more than he was over you. 

The door slammed shut behind the two of you, both immediately toeing off your shoes without breaking the kiss. He leads you further inside, his hands stripping clothes like a trail. Leading all the way to the infamous room, the bed with sheets that smelled like him. That collected everything he proudly showed off in his media. He was painfully hard now, his cock tenting obviously in his underwear as he pushed you on the edge of the bed. 

Leon’s cheeks were flushed, his chest heaving as he stared down at you. The black lace that decorated your body, hiding the things he wanted to taste and feel the most from view. You were magic, a drug to him. Lust finally only filled his senses as his cock twitched against the fabric. No longer was it pathetic and weak like earlier. Fuck he felt great, alive again…

You removed your bra, displaying the perfect peaks to him as you stretched your arms above your chest. He licked his lips, watching them bounce with your movements. Grinning as you laid back against the bed, lifting your hips to remove the underwear that covered your sex. Proudly displaying the weeping mess to him, as a juicy dessert for him to devour if he pleased. 

The whine that left your lips was embarrassing as he pulled his boxers down. You were greeted with a live viewing of his leaking tip, the substance no longer that pathetic watery mess he produced recently. You finally got him working again. You moved up the bed as he hovered over you, smiling as you were surrounded by every sense of him. The giddiness of your dreams peaking through. As he began to rub his cock through the wetness of your folds you couldn’t help but moan. The syllables of his name were drawn out as he teased your clit with his tip. 

But he hadn’t told you his name. 

His hands grasped your cheeks tightly, bringing your eyes back to him with a widened stare. “What did you say?” He demanded. You looked up at him dumbfounded, your brain scrambling for an excuse that would stop the flood of embarrassment. “How do you know my name?” He continued, his grip loosening as he stared down at you. His cock twitching at your entrance. It was all too arousing. 

“Y-your videos…” You sputtered out, hips pathetically lifting from the bed to continue the feeling of his movements earlier. Your stomach tightening as a sly grin began to form on his face. “What a little whore I’ve found…a fan of mine hm? Wanted to get a feel of this?” 

He emphasised the question by notching his tip at your entrance, feeling the tight hole clench and twitch around it. “Y-yes” You admitted, eyes never leaving him. Leon pulled back, his thighs moving underneath yours as he reached over for his phone. Left abandoned on the side earlier in the night. It didn’t take him long to find what he’s looking for. The extensive list of his filmography highlighting your features as he turned the device towards you. “Which ones are your favourite then, sweetheart?” He chuckled. 

The question was a hard one to answer if it had been asked by anyone in general, but now he was asking it? You felt the pressure, the shame of having to admit which one you touched yourself to the most, the one that made you the wettest. “This one” You whispered, clicking on it. Only to then be met with the shlick sounds of him rubbing himself. The tip appeared and disappeared between his fists in a rapid motion, unlike the speed he was now teasing you with. “You liked watching me get myself off, pumping this hard throbbing cock towards the camera?” 

You responded with a nod, hiding your features in the bedding beside you. No he wouldn’t let you do that. Not when his cock was practically screaming to be sheathed inside your warmth. To feel your perfectly aroused pussy throb around him. He stopped his movements, the sound of the video barely audible over your panting. 

Leon gripped at your face again, guiding you to look at him. “Such a dirty girl you are” He teased as he finally pressed himself into you. His own noises became pathetic whimpers as he finally felt himself be surrounded by his addiction, finally giving into the craving after his body forced him to go cold turkey from. He didn’t need the meds that still lied in the drawer next to you, not when your perky breasts moved against his chest. The nipples peaked and sensitive as the movements forced moans out of you. His name was heaven on your lips, the perfect melody. 

You didn’t notice that Leon had now leaned back again, not when he was assaulting you with the perfect amount of pleasure. His hips moving in a slow grind, hitting that spongy spot deep inside of you. There was no point holding back your moans, not when you felt his cock throb inside you at every one. You felt the puffy vein you always wanted to trace with your tongue running along inside you, his cock barely existing before he drove it back.Then you heard the beep of his phone camera recording and his deep chuckle. 

“What a lucky fan you are” he spoke, the camera aimed at the action of him entering and leaving. 

“Be a good girl and hold this steady, yeah?” He instructed, angling the camera in your hands for the perfect view of him drilling into you. The change of pace was intense with how sudden it was, the rhythm soon becoming the perfect thing you needed as the coil quickly tightened up. However, Leon wasn’t aiming for your release, only his own. You began to move against him, squirming away as you lingered on the edge of overstimulation. 

“Hold it steady now” 

Leon groaned at your whine, at each clench you lovingly offered him. His hand held yours, angling the camera back at the money shot where his cock drove into you. Removing his cock only once to circle your clit with the tip. Finally now angry and red again for the camera, weeping his pre all over your untouched skin. He was making a mess of you, a glorious one. The pleasure was perfect as he chased his own. His hips moved faster and faster until they became a bruising pace.

He looked perfectly like this, hovering about you. It was everything you ever imagined and thought of during the day. His eyes remained screwed shut as he took in what he craved. “Fucking perfect” he grunted. He never spoke in his videos, only producing his grunts and moans. This was a first…a first for a lot of things. 

The most important one being his first orgasm in a year. He never released he needed a younger pussy, a perfectly neat one for him to abuse and ruin with the size of him. To mould it for only him and no one else. He sucked against your skin, nipping at your breasts, releasing them with a loud pop. “Fucking hell…” 

You felt his hips buck harshly, a groan leaving his lips…the signs of his release. You moaned his name again as his finger toyed with your clit. The muscles of your tights twitching as you finally orgasmed with a desperate whine. You felt like you were on cloud nine, with the added tipsiness of the bar earlier. Leon continued to assault you through it, the fuzziness of the evening blending together as all his blood rushed south. He pulled out of you, aiming his cock towards the phone and was still angled at the action. With a few harsh pumps, his load came spurting out coating your body in his translucent substance. 

Your chests heaved as you stared at each other with lust blown eyes. The post orgasm status settling in. Regret from either of you nowhere to be found, only the neediness and desire for another round. 

It wasn’t until a few days later you got the text from him. Opting to not contact him first in fear of looking even more like a crazed fan. Despite the fact he wanted to keep in contact. You must have been a pretty good fuck then. The thought offered a light ego boost for a few days at least. To Leon you were perfect, his cock constantly throbbing to life now he had the crappy video on his phone but he wasn’t selfish. It was only fair that you got to see your side of the action, to witness the pornographic moment of that night. Which you helped create. 

‘Did you see the video?’ 

Confused, you checked his page, waiting for the small circle to stop spinning in the corner of your laptop. The title made you blush, the throbbing need that had been satiated for the past few days rushing back quickly. 

SHY FREAK GETS FUCKED BY HER IDOL 

[a-hermit-pining]

LADS Men Role Reversal with Reader

AN: I love the idea of this. Works well with reader pov 🤌🏻🤌🏻 Also if anyone knows a top or gn reader blog for LADS please let me know (I do not own these characters)

Warning: Potential Spoilers. Be Mindful 👺

Pairing: Lads boys x gn reader

Genre: Role reversal & cannon divergence

Summary: What if places are switched. They are the bearer of Aether core and you are the past.

Rafayel:

You walk into the art museum, marveling at the strokes that lifetimes have failed to change. How is it that he still paints the same?

You are drawn to him as moths to flame.

In some divine way, despite being wrenched from your kingdom, fate is merciful to you. It always contrives a way for your path to cross his.

Your powers are long diminished, time is cruel like that. But the years spent in his world have given you enough leverage to hire him as a painter. To commission a portrait of yourself, just so you may have the mercy of watching him paint again.

This time, you wonder, will he, who has left you waiting for so long, remember you? Will he still remember how to love you?

You look at him, his furrowed brows, his pronounced pout, his dramatic tendency to flail and fall. He remains unchanged.

Xavier:

He is there before your eyes, as if conjured by the very moonlight itself.

One moment, you were slaying the Wandered. The next, you blinked to rest your eyes, and he was by your side, calling your name frantically, his hands steadying your shoulders.

You would have felt him, had you not been so tired. How could you not have known? Perhaps this is the last mercy the universe has to offer, to let you meet him for one final lifetime.

And so, it begins again.

The last dance of your last spring with him.

This lifetime will not see him sacrificed. None after this will either, because you will make sure of it.

Picking up your sword, you follow him, sidestepping his mumbled questions with ill-concealed fondness.

That last spring becomes the most beautiful of all the springs you have ever spent beside him.

Zayne:

In every reincarnation, you never quite know when the memories will return. But they always do. Lord Astra makes certain of it, allowing you the agony of foreknowledge.

It is the price you pay for leaving him. For choosing Zayne.

His presence comes at a steep cost.

But the grief of the past has never dampened the joy of another lifetime with him.

It has only made you foolishly stubborn, unyielding in your desire to defy his fate.

You meet him as a friend, a lover, a colleague in some lives. A riddling foreseer in others.

Yet, no matter how much time erodes the traces of your world, he remains untouched. In some twisted amusement, your Lord Astra ensures that Zayne always falls in love with you.

In every life, you cross paths. In every life, Zayne offers you his heart with the same sincerity. And you, despite the centuries of pain, accept it foolishly.

Because no matter the cost, you refuse to break his heart. All the foreknowledge in the world has failed to make you stop loving him.

Sylus:

Head of the Onichynus?

He seriously never stops surprising your ancient senses.

You grin at your mate as he guides you into the embellished mansion of his latest empire. Countless rebirths have failed to dull his chaos.

Somehow, they have also failed to make your heart any wiser.

So, you play your part, the spoiled aristocrat whisked- away to gather intel, watching him roll his eyes at your complaints.

Somewhere along the way, this endless cycle of separation and reunion has stopped aching. Instead, it hums beneath your skin, a yearning that lingers, waiting for him to remember.

He always remembers.

No matter what land you are born into, no matter what name you take, your mate always finds his way back to you.

You only have to wait. To play along with his games.

Who are you to complain, when he has so meticulously planned your first meeting?

Sometimes, even dragons play the part of a sheep.

Caleb:

You watch as he collapses in the academy lobby.

Your heart shudders at the sight of him, his gaunt face, his sunken eyes.

He has lost weight.

You caused this. Your death.

Every day, he wakes earlier than before. Every night, he loses more sleep. Working himself to the bone, chasing perfection, desperate to be the best among the aerospace cadets.

He still wears your dog tag pendant. The one he once gifted to you. It brings you some comfort.

You wish—oh, how you wish, to run to him. To hold him. To tell him you are alive.

To force him to rest. To forbid him from risky missions he volunteers for to progress faster into his role.

Yet, you cannot afford to. Not yet.

Someday, you will return to him. Stronger than you are now. You will make sure he never suffers again. Perhaps he doesn’t need you to do that, but you will no longer allow anyone to control both of your lives.

Not after how close you had come to losing him alongside your grandmother.

This time, you will keep him away from EVER’s claws.

Or rather, this time, you will be the one to hunt the monster that has haunted him for so long.

[shy-writer-999]

Subby Ace + aphrodisiacs: your top turned bottom!

Summary: Poor Ace has gotten into something with sex pollen in it. He's a mess and you're the only person who can help him. There's something delightful about seeing your very dominant boyfriend reduced to begging, whining, and even crying for a crumb of your pleasure. CW: straight up SMUT. very very pathetic needy filthy whiny ace. afab reader w/gendered language ('princess'); sex, edging, masturbation, blow job, hand job, dacryphilia, overstimulation, you name it. countless orgasms from ace, use of 'good boy' and 'pretty boy.' minors do not interact - nsfw content!

Ace is so dramatic and sensitive in bed. It gets worse when he goes on an outing by himself, and just so happens to get exposed to some form of sex pollen. He staggers back to the ship and comes straight to you.

He just won’t stop cumming. He can’t stop cumming.

His face is twisted up in anguish and he’s frowning, genuinely so miserable you think he’s about to cry.

“Baby, please help me, I’m going crazy.”

His erection looks bigger than usual—you didn’t think that was possible, and for a split second you’re worried that it won’t fit at all. But of course it will. It has fit countless times before.

“I need you. I’m begging you, sweetheart, please.” He frowns and does puppy dog eyes at you. Your heart melts, but you have to set him straight.

“Ace,” you tut. “You don’t ever need to beg for me.”

“Can I, though?” He smiles back, and it looks like a bit of a grimace.

“I’ll allow it. But you have to do what I say, okay?”

Ace nods. “Of course.” He’s thrilled at the idea of you being in control.

You sit down on the bed next to him and rest a hand on his thigh. He flinches.

“Fuck.” You can see his cock jump through the fabric of his underwear.

A simple hand on his skin like this is enough to make him squirm? It’s going to be a fun night. He looks pathetic and miserable right now. His brows are bent at the middle and he’s doing the cutest, saddest little pout you’ve ever seen.

“Touch me more, beautiful,” he murmurs and closes his eyes, mouth hanging open in concentration. His mind is fixated how your cool skin feels against his, how soft your hand is, how close you are to his throbbing hard on.

Your fingers wander over his skin, conjuring goosebumps and shudders, eliciting whimpering sounds from Ace’s pretty lips. The whimpers quickly turn into muted sounds of pleasure.

Precum seeps through the fabric of his underwear and you pity him, reaching your fingers upwards to pull the waistband down. When his cock springs out, sure enough, it’s bigger than usual, a fact which is both troubling and tantalizing.

The tip of his long shaft is red, inflamed, and defined. It glistens in the light from the dim lamp in the corner of his cabin, highlighting the precum that smears his head and continues to seep out—it’s a ridiculous amount of precum. You’ve never seen this much before.

You take a moment to admire him. Your eyes wander from his erection to his defined abs and dark, thin happy trail. Your eyes meet his. His pupils are huge and there’s a visible sheen of sweat on his forehead that mats down the hair around his temples.

Ace is trying not to be impatient, but it’s hard because his body is screaming for attention.

“Please, princess. Use me. Do anything you want to me.” His voice comes out as a whisper, tinted in reverence, and bathed in lust.

When you hum in reply, you stand up, slipping off your underwear and bra. He scoots back onto the pillows and his thighs widen while you get on top of him. Your lower yourself down to sit on top of his erection. You don’t fuck him yet, though. You just lay his shaft flat on your core and stay there for a second.

Some teasing couldn’t hurt. So, you slowly start to roll your hips, rubbing yourself on Ace’s wet shaft. It’s starting to get you worked up, too, and before you know it, you’re soaking wet.

Gasp after gasp tumbles out of his mouth and no less than thirty seconds later, he starts to seize up below you, cumming on his lower abdomen. His breaths are shallow and ragged, and he’s lying there panting.

“Don’t stop,” he chokes out, again begging for something he knows he’ll get if he only waits patiently. “Please don’t stop.”

“Poor thing.” You lean down and kiss him. Even the mere feeling of your lips on his makes him let out the softest groan. He feels like his whole body is on fire, but it’s in a way he’s never felt before, different from the logia fire he’s so accustomed to.

His kisses quickly turn greedy and sloppy, and every drag of your aching core over his cock makes him let out repressed puffs of air in your mouth. Soon, he’s moaning straight into your mouth.

God, he’s so worked up it’s starting to be more fun than you imagined.

Lining up his sticky wet tip with your entrance, you finally start to sink down onto his cock, going deliberately slow so he doesn’t cum again (yet). But when he bottoms out, his hips buck up inadvertently, hitting your gooey hot spot inside.

“F-fuck, fuck,” Ace groans again. “Feels, ah, feels so good.”

He’s practically keening at this point, back almost arching off the bed, fingers digging into the skin of your hips.

You start to ride him slowly. Whatever way feels best. Sometimes you pull yourself up his shaft so only the tip is inside and plunge it back in, other times you keep him inside of you and grind your hips back and forth. One moment, you brace your hands on his chest for more leverage; the next moment, you lean in and kiss his neck, leaving love bites in a trail from his neck to his shoulder. The contact draws out a body-wracking moan from the dark-haired man beneath you—the sounds he’s making are delicious.

He cums aggressively again, hips jerking upwards. Each press of his cock up hits your g-spot and when he feels your body shift in response it drives him crazier.

Ace’s fingers are pulling you downwards, pushing himself deeper inside of you.

“Need more,” he chokes out.

When your legs start to burn, he does all the work for you. Muscly, rough hands come under your thighs, moving you effortlessly up and down until you’re the one cumming, writhing in ecstasy on top of him.

But Ace still doesn’t want to stop. “Keep going, please.”

He has the habit of saying please in bed. It’s endearing. When he asks so nicely, it’s hard to say no.

So, your hips move more. And more. And more. Until they’re numb and he’s fucking you stupid.

You’ve collapsed on top of him now, mewling in his neck from each thrust. “C’mon baby, give me another.” You murmur in his ear, voice seductive and honeyed. It’s all he needs to hear before he literally cums on command.

He’s usually an animal in bed. Buy boy, whatever sex pollen or aphrodisiac he ran into today is doing a number on him. You, very obviously, have no issue with it.

Feral sounds escape his lips while Ace pumps more of his hot seed inside. It’s seeping out of you, creeping down the sides of his body, and saturating the fabric of the bedspread below him. It’s going to leave a massive, milky-white stain. And he isn’t done yet.

“Keep going,” he looks absolutely pathetic. “Please, please, I—I’m going crazy.” He can barely get the words out, so pussydrunk and out of it that he’s on the verge of drooling.

You smile and kiss him on the cheek. “Missionary. But you’re going to go nice and slow, okay?”

Ace nods vigorously in return. He repositions. One of his warm hands is on your waist now, while the other gropes upwards to massage and caress your chest.

He takes his time, just like you told him. From this angle, you can see his face more—and it’s glistening, evidently he’s been crying. He’s been crying because of how good it feels. Something about the idea is wildly erotic. He wants pleasure so badly that he’s begging and crying over it, literal tears from those pretty brown eyes.

Every orgasm feels better than the last. He shoots more seed inside of you again, quickly, almost immediately upon entering you. But there’s a rebound period before his second orgasm where you decide to be a bit cruel.

“Slower, Ace.”

He complies, hips shaking, moving centimeters at a time. There’s so much cum inside of you that it’s almost sloshing out, squelching so loud you’re thankful no one is around to hear. His eyes are glued to where the cum seeps out of you, drinking up the sight of his cock disappearing inside of you with every pass.

Gravelly, obscene groans tumble out from him every second—it’s almost a constant stream.

“Wanna go faster,” he rasps, eyes snapping up to yours. You see more tears gathering on his lash line.

“Not yet, baby. Be a good boy and wait for it, okay?”

When he hears you call him that—good boy—a strangled sounding gasp erupts from his lips and his hips shudder. “Fuuuuhhhccckkk.”

Desperate, heaving breaths accompany his extreme efforts. He’s trying not to cum, trying not to buck and rut haphazardly and mindlessly into your cunt like some animal in heat.

A couple more moments of agonizing slowness pass. When you’ve decided he’s behaved, and when you’re similarly desperate enough, you give him the go ahead.

“Faster.”

His hips snap into action and he’s cumming again within a couple seconds. It’s amazing that he still has cum to give, that he’s not completely shooting blanks at this point, that he hasn’t drained his balls completely yet. But, surely, he’ll get there.

“Mmmpppphhhh,” he moans, deafeningly loud. “Ah, ah, fuck, f-feels so good, fuck.”

“Keep going, ‘m close,” you keen his name and his hips pick up the pace. Each time his cock pushes on your sweet spot it makes you see stars. You’re getting close and he’s getting overstimulated.

When you cum again the pleasure is white-hot and euphoric, buzzing every nerve in your body. Ace does the same—he’s too sensitive, can’t handle the feeling of your walls squeezing and milking him for long before he’s careening into his own wave of euphoria.

He slows down and starts to nuzzle into the crook of your neck. He’s sweaty and his body is hot. Looks like the sex pollen is making his devil fruit powers a bit harder to control.

“You want some more, handsome?” You ask, and he nods eagerly. When you move from underneath him, you ask him to lay on his back. Rifling through a bedside drawer, you bring out your vibrator. You usually keep it in his cabin because that’s where you get the most use out of it. But today, instead of using it on yourself, you’re going to try something new.

While you’re grabbing the toy, Ace reaches a hand down to start touching himself but you tell him to knock it off.

“You need to sit there and be good for me. Don’t touch yourself and don’t cum unless I say so, okay?”

When he hears your stern tone, Ace puts his hands behind his head, and peers down to see what happens next. It’s hard for him to stay still, but he tries his very best.

Situating yourself between his thick thighs, you turn the vibrator on and bring it to the head of Ace’s cock. He almost immediately starts to seize up. He’s going to cum again. But where would the fun be if you just let him?

You take the vibrator away and frown. “Do I need to tell you again? Don’t cum until I say so, sweetheart.”

He pouts and nods. You bring the vibrator back and put it on the lowest setting setting. He’s hardly holding on as is, but when you turn the vibrator’s speed up, he starts to writhe in pleasure.

“’m close,” he whines, biting his lip.

You take the vibrator off again, met with a strangled sounding cry of frustration from Ace. He takes a few minutes to cool back down until he’s ready for you to start again.

Twenty, no, thirty minutes pass like this until he’s on the verge of tears again. When you finally let him have it, he asks so nicely. It’s not like he hasn’t been asking nicely before, but this time his voice cracks and you can see the tears in his lash line.

“C-can I please, please cum?” He’s being so sweet and needy. It’s crazy to think this is the strong, courageous man who has protected you countless times. Reduced to a sniveling mess, asking for another orgasm.

You say yes. He’s being so polite, so why not?

After this orgasm, he’s almost ready to tap out. He can use his safe word, obviously but… he really doesn’t want to. It feels too good. He’ll keep going for as long as he physically can.

“You still have another couple to give me, right? Don’t you want to be good for me and keep going?” You say, looking up from between his thighs. The tip of his cock is inflamed from the relentless vibrating, and his abdomen is coated in a sheen of his own cum. He’s at the point where he doesn’t care about anything, fucked-out with his mind empty.

When he nods his head mindlessly, you take your turn. You sink down on his cock (again) and ride him for as long as it takes you to orgasm. For the record, it doesn’t take long, but Ace has lost track of time.

He’s being louder than usual. Every few seconds he lets out some form of a whine, a whimper, a “fuck,” a “please,” or a “’s too much.” His cheeks are bright red, accentuating those cute freckles, and his eyes are half-lidded. He’s so handsome it makes your stomach flip. He’s falling apart with minimal effort, and he’s all hands, too. He grabs handfuls of the plush skin of your hips and ass, kneading and getting himself more wound up.

Ace cums once while you’re working up to your own orgasm, then again when you’re cumming on his cock, and then a third time, when you pull yourself off his length and wrap a hand around his shaft. Every time he cums, you encourage and praise him. It drives him crazier.

“There’s a good boy,” you say. “Keep going for me. Don’t stop.”

You talk dirty to him while you give him one very long hand job. He eats it up, loves the idea of you speaking filth to nobody but him. Before you started seeing each other, he couldn’t imagine you had this sort of mouth on you—not in his wildest dreams. It’s his delight every time you’re in bed that you feel comfortable enough with him to talk like this.

“You’re just too sweet I can’t stop Ace,” your voice oozes in desire. “And you’re being so good for me.”

“’s good?” He slurs, holding your eye contact as much as he can manage.

“Mmmhm. Tell me what it feels like. Use your words, okay?”

His eyes flutter and his voice comes out as a whisper. “So good. F-feels so fucking good.”

You coo in his ear and bite his earlobe softly. “Don’t I always make you feel so good?” He nods in a silent reply, rocking his hips up to fuck himself with your fist.

As you milk more cum from him, he reaches a hand up—you initially think he’s going for your chest, but his hand falls on your cheek and he attempts to pull you into a kiss. He’s a bit weak in his current state, so you oblige him by leaning in.

It’s just gut-wrenchingly cute of him to be fucked dumb like this and still want to get kisses from you. He’s just thanking his lucky stars that you, of all people, is who he ended up with.

While you explore his mouth with your tongue, and cup his face with your free hand, his heart feels like it’s going to burst.

He cums again. The fact that he still has cum to give is preposterous in itself. You’ve lost track of time at this point, too.

You make him eat you out and he’s (understandingly) sloppy with it. His hot mouth feels just right on your core, and he pays just enough attention to your clit. Feeling you pull on his hair makes him feel more aroused than he thought possible.

So, he’s ready to fuck you again. He goes for another round in missionary, then puts you into a mating press. Afterwards, he gets tuckered out and you figure that he has one good one left in him, or, rather, he probably has more to give but he really should give it a rest after that. It would be way too cruel to make him keep going after this one, right? You’ll decide the answer to this question after he cums for you again.

“One more, Ace,” you pet his ruffled up hair and grace him with kisses. “You can do that for me, can’t you, pretty boy?”

He nods obediently.

“There you go,” you purr and start to trace your lips down his abdomen, licking up a small portion of the very large mess he’s made on himself.

His eyes widen as he realizes he’s about to get one of his very favorite things—a blowjob from none other than yourself.

He lifts his head up and watches in awe as you lick a long stripe up his shaft and then take him whole, hollowing your cheeks before you start to suck him off. You’re gentle at first, until he starts moaning louder, then you figure fuck it, he can cum. You let him off easy this time. He’s just been so good for you.

When you look up from your position between his legs, you make eye contact, nod, and then hum. It sends him over the edge. Ace’s fingers snake into your hair and he holds your head down as he cums down your throat.

“C-cumming, ‘m cumming, ah, fuck, fuhhhcckkk that feels good,” his groans are harsh and loud.

He’s so sweet afterwards that it’s heart melting. You know that he must be tired, but he doesn’t act the part. Not when you’ve been so good to him, when you’ve praised him, taken your time with him, coddled and kissed him. It almost makes you feel guilty how affectionate he is.

Pulling into you a long, tender kiss, he so sweetly says, “fuck, you’re perfect. I can’t believe someone like me gets to be with someone like you.”

You cup his cheeks and tell him to cut it out. Of course someone like him gets to be with someone like you. He’s perfect, after all. You cuddle him in bed for a while before he, again, very politely, asks if you’d help clean him up. He’s positively covered in cum and doesn’t want to stain anything else more than he already has. Seems like this is another pair of bedsheets that can be considered properly soiled. Not like that will stop you from doing the same thing in the future.

Now, where did he come across that sex pollen again?

this style of writing for me (when i just write straight up smut with no plot) is akin to a sort of slop. i am the lunch lady handing out scoops of questionable and most likely unsatisfying mush BUT sometimes on a good day it is delicious... i can only hope the slop today did not disappoint... >_> cant say this one is my absolute fave so apologies if it's trash T-T but i love the idea of him being so whiny like this..!!

check out my masterlist and also the best piece i've written on ace so far, if you liked this one!

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