#and i will purr for you a bunch and be needy

[mystellenia]

ellie's reaction to small boobs ୨ৎ

summary: ellie can't take her eyes off of your tits. that's it.

content: answer to this req!! (and this one too; there were two reqs for this) established relationship, a little bit of sub!ellie kinda, also once again needy!ellie, thigh riding, nipple sucking, groping, basically it

notes: here's the big boob version!!HUZZAH I’M DONE I’M DONE I’M DONE YAYAYAYAY. I NORMALLY WOULDNT POST THIS LATE BC OF ALGO STUFF BUT I WANT THIS SHIT OUT OF MY DRAFTS YAYAYA

(wc 1.6k)

"do you want some of this?" you ask ellie from where you stood in the kitchen, a bowl of leftovers ready to be heated up in front of you on the counter. 

she shook her head and muttered a quiet "no, thank you" from her position on the couch, but tracked your movements as you turn to open the microwave. she was gnawing on her bottom lip, looking intensely at your exposed shoulders in the tank top you wore. 

ellie sat back and propped her bent leg on her knee, her phone forgotten on the couch cushion next to her and softly replaying the same video over and over as she hones her gaze in on you instead. you slouch into the fridge and wait for your food to finish, examining the skin of your hands.  

she watches as you scratch a spot behind your ear, but once you pull your hand back, her gaze remains on that spot, then moving up to your hair loosely tied in a knot at the base of your neck. she examines the curve of your ass in the pajama pants you had on, the bunched-up fabric of your tank top at your hips, and then your eyes when you turn around to stare at her after feeling the scrutiny of her gaze on your back. 

"ellie, why are you looking at me like i’m a turkey leg?" you poke, your lips curling with your attempt to hide your smile. 

she doesn't respond, just simply smiles, lazy and arrogant as she reaches for her phone and turns it off with the side button, standing up and beginning her path towards you. she saunters into the kitchen, approaching you and dropping her eyes to your torso. 

"hey, where'd you get this tank top?" she asks, thumbing at the hem at your hips with her brows tightly drawn together. 

"oh, i don't remember," you say, frowning as you try to recall where it was from. "maybe the mall? i think it was from the shop between..." 

you trail off as you realize she's not listening to a word you're saying, following where her eyes have settled onto your chest. then you catch on to her posture, her body language: bottle green eyes slightly unfocused in deep thought, the narrow part of her lips that she panted through, the apples of her cheeks slightly flushed. and she finds the strength to shake herself out of that hypnotizing haze to brew up a complete, cohesive thought. 

"take it off," she orders, her voice surprisingly clear when compared to how far away her gaze looked. 

ellie presses her lips to yours in a slow yet intensely passionate kiss, her cold hands winding around and under your tank top and pushing it up to your ribs. it's then that the microwave beeps—a shrill three beeps—a wailed reminder at your initial intent to eat.  

"your tank top," she purrs against your mouth as you grab onto her upper arms to ground yourself. "you should take it off, you know." her voice is hoarse with need, already pulling your top over your head after you wordlessly lifted your arms up. 

and immediately, the swift movement envelops your braless chest in a cold cloud, kissing your already hardened nipples. pushing your chest into ellie's to chase her warmth, you drop the tank top to your feet and wrap your arms around her waist. 

she clamps her hands on either side of your head to bring you back in for another kiss, taking her time with slowly moving her lips on yours. you taste her lip balm—a mild one, smelling of beeswax and honey—and pull back to take a breath. ellie's eyes drop to your tits, your pert nipples standing at attention. 

you'd never truly grasped the meaning behind the phrase 'a pair of eyes darkened a shade or two,' or how 'pupils dilated and took over the color of the iris'—not until now. now you saw it. you saw the way the sage and shamrock shades of ellie's eyes seemingly shrunk and were replaced by oak greens, emerald greens, and even flecks of black that you'd never noticed. and her pupils. you watched as they swelled up like the lens of a camera, finding the focal point of you.

her kisses suddenly grew hungry and hurried, her open-mouthed kisses seeming almost sloppy. she quickly reaches your sternum, sucking on the smooth skin and leaving a trail of saliva behind. 

her mouth finds your nipple, hand moving up to the other as she pulls it into her mouth. her fingers twist and pull at the hardened bud on one side while her tongue flicks over the other. your fingers thread into her hair, willing her to continue her slow but sure destruction of your resolve.  

she signals for you to lay down but seemingly remembers where you both stand in the kitchen. as if she can't not touch you for more than a second, she plants her hands on your waist and starts waddling you backwards towards the hallway with her lips still on yours. you trip and almost fall on a pair of ellie's shoes discarded in the middle of the hallway, and after playfully glaring at her, you lead her to the bedroom by your hand. 

ellie nudges you down to lay on the bed, then folds over you and climbs up to eye level. quickly distracted, her eyes fall to your painfully neglected tits, settling in between your thighs and licking that spot on your neck that makes you go cross-eyed. 

"ellie... please just—" you grab her hand and move it to your core yourself—"touch me already. god." 

not even in the headspace to tease you about your neediness, her mouth opens with her response.

"take off your pajama pants and sit up," she orders, rolling off of you and leaning her head back on the headboard, her sweat-clad legs spread wide. 

you do as she says, pushing the pants over your hips, kicking them to the floor, and then waiting for your next instruction. 

"come sit on my thigh." she pats your butt to get you to move closer to her, swinging your leg over hers with her hand. 

she plants her hands on your hips and pushes them firmly down. you hiss out at the contact of her sweatpants on your clit, swollen and ready for attention.  

"baby..." you trail off, your eyes drifting shut at the touch. 

her hands push on your back and guide you back and forth, and she bites back a smile at how you whine and clasp onto her other thigh for stability. 

she takes one of her hands from your back and moves it to your thigh, pawing and kneading at the skin and slowly moving closer to your cunt. her thumb finds your clit and she abruptly rubs at it to pull a reaction from you, her pussy clenching around nothing when you whimper and jump. 

"please, let me hear you. please," she begs, pulling the lip you had in between your teeth to try to muffle your sounds.

she stares up at you with stars in her eyes, admiring the mess that your hair was from you throwing your head around, the knot in between your eyebrows at the intensity of her movements, your perky tits jumping at the desperate grinding of your hips. 

her mouth nearly waters at that last one, though, so she latches her forearms under your armpits and grips your shoulders, pulling your tits to her mouth. she latches her lips onto one, and your body twitches with a shudder. at this rate, you weren't going to last much longer. ellie noticed, too, the way your legs started spasming, how your noises got louder and more frequent.  

she was addicted to you. and, god, your boobs. how perfectly you reacted when she gave them the smallest bit of attention and how needy it made you. the way your tits fit perfectly in the palm of her hand, every bit of the fat sitting in her hand. the thought made her hungrier. it made her more eager to please you. her lips sucked harder on your nipple, her free hand coming up to pinch and twist at the other. 

your noises alone, the knowledge that it's her making you feel like this, making you lose control, has her soaked in her boxers, the wet patch sticking to her inner thighs.

"fuck, you sound so good," she groans. "am i making you feel good?"  

you scoff at the question—just your moans alone could tell her how close you were, how good it felt. 

"i'm so close, fuck. you wanna make me cum, mama?" you tease, smirking at how her eyes flutter for a moment. 

she wordlessly obeys, now flicking her tongue over your pebbled nipple and roughly dragging you across the fabric on her thigh, humming contently at the way you've soaked the cloth through. 

your climax hits you like a train, your legs twitching and locking around ellie's thigh as you throw your head back with a sob. ellie keeps her tongue working, switching to the other side to not neglect it. once, your heart rate begins to return to normal, her persistent sucking and nipping becomes too much all at once. 

"ah, wait wait wait," you start, trying to push her head off, "please. it's too much." 

once she pulls back, her throat bobs with a thick swallow and she dumbly continues staring at your tits.  

"you're so stupid," you pant out, nudging her with your knee to grab her attention. 

she kisses you on the cheek, then on the nose, mumbling, "it's not my fault you make it so easy to get you fucked out from just your nipples." 

@abbysbug @picklesarenice69 @yourelliewillms @human-cacti @h-sayoko-shifts @boobdrug

YIPPEE I’M DONE. i actually think this took me two weeks which is so insane. i've not been in a smut mood i just wanna write fluff i’m in a fluffy feathery soft cutie pie little mood hhehehehehe so expect some fluff with perhaps maybe possibly a few smut fics dotted in between them

click here!! oh and here too!! ˶ᵔᵕᵔ˶

[deadghosy]

I am in desperate need of more chibi!reader.

What if chibi makes mini cakes in their little mini kitchen and decorates them to the characters colors, and possibly flavor preferences?

Thanks if you do this

❤️ anon

AWW THATS SO CUTEEE!!!💗🦆

CUTE HEADCANNNONS ABOUT CHIBI!READER

WARNING: FLUFF💗🦆

You sometimes snuggle with husk as if he was a mother cat as he purrs having his arm over your small chubby body.

Imagine you and Angel having your own poses with Angel. You and Angel definitely have a whole bunch of photos which is so cool.

Imagine you and your bad ASS HOT PINK PRETTY PRINCESS CAR GOING FOR A JOY RIDE! with of course Lucifer beside you as he controls a toy car that has duck designs on it. I mean shittt you guys race as if you are depending your lives on it

Your car broke down…(Angel forgot to change the batteries for you) you sniffled “depressed” until Angel came back to shown you your new HOT GLAMOUR HOT PINK CAR WITH SPARKLES!?

Yeah….you definitely used it to run over someone’s toes as you smirked with your shades on like a badass bitch.

You have an easy bake oven…

NOW CMONNNN YOOU CANT LIE CHIBI! READER BE COOKIN OUT HERE😭

Literally the crew bought you a mini kitchen set and let you decorate it to your [aesthetic] as you smiled having your hands to your hips as you smiled at this.

Vaggie and Charlie sleeping with you beside them like a baby as you twitch 😭ima cry because that’s actually do adorable imaging a baby chibi reader who sleep so cozy to the point you wanna squish their cheeks.

You feed the crew your mini dishes from your mini kitchen which makes them smile at your effort. You accidentally burnt yourself but you huff with a determined squeak as you kept cooking for them.

You were the one who would put bows in alastor’s hair…and Alastor smiled softly at your affection towards him.

A chubby chibi reader who rubs their cheek against the cast’s thumbs with a soft squeak needy for attention for once as they were getting ignored.

A cute headcannon is that, the cast makes a Day schedule who youvwokd be with every week as it’s just fun tk see you come out of the person’s room with a new attitude and clothing choice.

You patted a toy duck thinking it was real as you made a “quack” sound with a squeak as it was heart aching to Lucifer as he grabs where his heart is and recorded the whole thing

You are having a bubble bath tired in a toy tub like I said before as Charlie coos at how cute you are as she scrubs your soft hair

Your favorite cartoon is hello kitty + SpongeBob as it showed how childish you are and were

I headcannon reader to waddle up against to sir Pentious to show how much you love him. That made him tear up a bit as he shows you off to his eggs

You yawn as you snuggle against anything….ANYTHING! You freaking name it-

You definitely get babied like a real baby but you don’t complain as you just be spoiled rotten by affection. They sure damn know

Imagine reader holding a small toy duck as they softly snooze. Like and there is a this ambience music in the background which makes the reader pass out faster.

Alastor has you on his desk as he makes a broadcast as a victim who tried to stomp on you has been murdered…not like you know anyways.

You are definitely the one people can’t leave for a minute as you would piss anyone off in a second. But you are so cute anyone could forgive you.

THATS ALL I HAVE FOR CUTE HCS🦆💗✨

[rosedom]

Yo yo yo lil bro, I've never written an ask before but here we go! :3

Thinking about tighnari's ears, would he like you to stroke them and pet him while you spoon him? Grooming him to keep them in shape, massaging them when they're sore and kissing them as the highest tier of romance?

Would they be sensitive? Would he like you to lightly grab his hair while you whisper in his large ears how well he's doing as they shiver with pleasure, hips rutting against a pillow, begging for you to thumb at the back of his fluffy lengths?!?!

He's SUCHH a cutie patootie >:3

(can I be 🪱 anon please ~`>°<`~? 🧍)

"in an open match, 【 🪱 】 has invited TIGHNARI to play . . . lend me a listening ear

✦ㅤㅤ 【 CW 】 dom!amab!reader, sub!ftm!tighnari, ear play (?? is that a thing), cuddle-pillow-humping, praise kink & dirty talk, post-coitus teasing and alluded aftercare .

A/N : yo yo yo big bro, tighnari is SUCHHH a cutie patootie: agreed !

"do you want to watch, [PLAYER]? press KEEP READING to spectate the match."

Do foxes purr? Fennec foxes, maybe?

You're not quite sure, but you find you don't particularly care. Foxes, fennec foxes, whatever other fuckin' breed there is—it doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter, because, whatever it is, Tighnari is purring.

"Feelin' good?" you ask, rhetorical, leaning down to nip at the very tip of that long ear you're grooming. He's bundled up in your arms, absentmindedly playing with the fingers of the arm you've got underneath him.

"Mm, yeah," he mumbles, lethargic. "Can you get the other one, too?" He entirely disregards the way your teeth catch his furry ear, his only visceral reaction the unconscious twitch and flutter of it, whacking against your nose.

"'Course," you mutter, "but you gotta turn around for me."

He goes, easy, melted like butter in your hold. The change frees his tail from being smushed between you two, and you try to grab for it before his purrs abruptly stop, and he hisses at you. It scares you, a bit, makin' you jump back, but then he's purring again yet reaching back and guiding your hand away from the tangled fur of it. "No, no—" shooing you away yet simultaneously putting you back atop his head. "Not yet."

"Not yet?" you echo, your soft hands right back to the start: rubbing gentle, scratching circles to the tips of his ear. You meander down in soothing strokes, and Tighnari's purring again.

"Noo," he bemoans—a low n' relatively quietly sound, shaken up with his purr—, "'s too sensitive."

The tone of his voice makes you laugh, albeit soft, making sure to keep on stroking his ears. "And these aren't?" You tilt one just-so, aim it towards you, and gently blow into the shell of it.

And Tighnari fucking moans.

It's hard not to say, "Told you so," but it's not nearly as hard as your cock is, chubbed up and resting in the small of his back; not as hard as his cock must be, either, as he starts to rut against the pillow between his thighs in these barely-there grinds. Not teasing him about that (yet), you instead murmur, "I can make you feel good, lil' fox." You take back to stroking the length of it, your thumb and forefinger gently squeezing on each upstroke as Tighnari's chest rumbles in sweet purrs at the attention. "All you have to do is say the word."

He debates it for a moment, mulling over it and your implications as you keep on letting him. Eventually, he mumbles a quiet, "Fine."

"Oh, don't act so disgruntled," you say, huffing against his head. A little tuft of his hair gets displaced by the breath, and you gentle it back into place between his trembling ears. "You're rutting against the pillow, darlin'." You almost want to say my pillow, 'cos you know the bunched up thing bumping against his clothed cunt is yours.

Ultimately, though, you decide to do otherwise—to tease at him for being so needy. "You're not so sly, fox."

"W—whuh—" Nevermind. You're going to tease the fuck out of him; how can't you, for such cute, helpless lil' reactions like that?

"Grinding yourself against my pillow. I sleep on that, 'Nari—" you pause, chuckling, and you finish preening his hair to take hold once more on the base of his ear. You pinch it, softly, a gentle squeeze between his thumb and forefingers before you continue, "—yet here you are, slickening up where I lay each night. Are you tryin'ta claim me, sweet thing? Drench me all over in your scent..."

Tighnari nods his head, these violent, jerky motions that displace your hold—much to his displeasure. He whines at you—even though it's his own damn fault that he lost the pleasure he's so keen on keeping stop his head—, a pathetic lil' thing that makes your cock pulse as it's smushed up against him, the seams of your boxers the only thing keeping you from bare skin-to-skin.

"Wan' you to be mine, wan' ev'rybody to know it—" his words come out garbled, all pleasure-drunk with a heavy tongue to slash about in his mouth.

You coo, switching up the ear you're playing with to lather up the other one in affection, no part of him left untouched, unloved, "Yeah, baby, I'm all yours. Don't worry.

"And you're mine, too, aren't'cha?"

"Yes! 'm yours." It's nothing short of extraordinary, the way such a smart man can devolve into sweet blabbering; he melts like butter with nothing but a few sweet words, kind touches. "'m yours, n' you're mi—oh, please!"

"Go on, my sweet boy," you murmur, letting your other hand drop to his hip. You guide him against your pillow—each grind gentle but just perfectly hard, the seam of his boxers forced up against the swell of his cock. "Take your pleasure."

However, you think of a way to make this even better. You go on to thumb at the waistband of the fabric, dipping just-so into it as you stroke his ear in the same fashion, always keeping your touches synchronous, in tune with one another even on different parts of his body.

And so you ask, "Do you want these off, 'Nari?" Your pillow is already ruined, and his thighs a slicked-up, wet mess; but you know it'd be far better to rut against the seamless yet rougher fabric of your pillowcase. There are no seams to catch against his cock in any way that's painful nor is the fabric too smooth to not give him much needed friction (after all, his boxers are silky, and they're slick as a puddle now).

He moans in reply, all soft and meak as he nods. The movement, anticipated, does not dislodge your hold on his ear.

But... fuck, you're both just so damn comfy, in the perfect position already save for his annoying briefs... Until you get an idea.

"Don't get mad," you whisper, letting go of his ear and taking both hands down to each leg of his briefs, then just... ripping, the fabric splitting down the seams of either leg and letting you take the crotch of it off and aside. The waistband stays, stubborn, but now his cunt is exposed, rutting now against the pillowcase unbidden, and it is perfect.

And to Tighnari's credit, he does not get mad.

He gets more turned on, if anything, hips humpin' even harder as he begs so prettily for relief. "I wanna cum." 

"And you can cum, sweet fox," you coo, reaching back up to his ears and thumbing at the soft backs of them. He's no longer got your hands to guide him, but, without his too-slippery boxers, he's able to hold his own—and hold his own he does, mewlin' and whimperin' to the open air and grinding impossibly harder—harder into the pillow, harder into you, into your cock. "Cum whenever you're ready."

"I—I will," he cries out, hips stuttering at a particularly good angle of your thumbs against the base of each ear—one you hone in on following that pretty, pretty cry—, "if—if you keep doin' that!"

"I will," you echo, "I'll keep doing it, keep making you feel so good. Just keep makin' my pillow all messy, yeah? Cover it all up in your scent so I can sleep in it, smell like you tomorrow, for the rest of my life. Everybody'll know I'm yours—" and Tighnari's cumming at that, body locking up as his cunt clenches, his cock throbs. Your pillow presses up against him in all the right way, and your hands are simply magic, working away as they are at his fluffy ears.

"There you go, there you go," you coo. "Cummin' so pretty for me, so perfect. You're making such a mess, such a good, good boy f'r me."

When his whines start sounding pained—something oversensitive, which he gets quite quickly after he cums—, you release his ears and forcibly slow the grinding of his hips. You hold him gently but firmly as you move him to a stop. (Sure, it probably made him more oversensitive, grinding him against the pillow like that, but you stand by it: a sudden stop of stimulation is far, far more unpleasant in the long run by the gentle let-down you assure you do.

It's as important as aftercare, makin' sure your mate cums right, just like he deserves.)

"Easy, now, that's it."

He mewls, one last time, before he sighs and relaxes into your hold. "Mm," he mumbles. "'s good."

You grin, smushing your face into the top of his head and right between those ears you played with so—so relentlessly. "Good."

"What—what about you?"

You shake your head, slowly, moving his head with you and making him laugh, light but still fucked-out, shakey. "Don't worry about me," you murmur, and—and you're not lying. You've gone and came in your briefs, and it won't be long before it starts seeping through to the bare skin of his back. "Let's go take a bath, yeah? Wash this filthy fur—" you pause, teasing, and stroke your fingers over his hairy mons.

He growls at you, batting away your hands. "Stop, stop," he whines, but the soft purr that begins to build belies his attempt at a threatening growl.

And then, "Start the bath. You're gross."

"Wha—"

Tighnari huffs, turning over (all while he keeps your pillow tucked between his overly-wet thighs) to face you. "You came on me."

"I did not!"

He laughs, bumping his nose against yours and purring even louder. "Technically not on me, but you get the gist."

"You're so mean to me when I made you cum all over—"

He smothers you with his hands. "It's time for a bath," he grumbles, pointed. "I'll take the pillow and—" he reaches down and squeezes your soft cock, making you hiss, "—your soiled boxers down to the basin for a wash."

"Fine, fine," your grumble, not with any true bite, as you pat at Tighnari's ass just shy of his tail. "Make sure you use the soap that's easy on your nose, honey; I'll set up bubbles in the bath, too."

He gets up, jumps away from your wandering hands and holds out his own for your boxers. "Gimme."

An eye for an eye, you suppose; you get to play with Tighnari's body—his ears—, he gets to see your softened cock covered in your own mess.

All's fair in the end, huh?

i got carried away writing the post-coitus . . . my bad. i'm a sucker for gentle teasing after sex<3

8 APR. 2024, @rosedom, rosey .

[desperate-gay]

the way that i need another ali k fic

Champions

Ali Krieger x fem!reader

Smut 18+

There it was.

The final whistle.

Gotham has won the 2023 NWSL championship.

Ali won the championship in the last game of her career.

You run onto the field from the bench as quickly as you can. After the 86th minute, you were subbed out of the game, walking away with many goal-stoppers and leaving you very pleased with your performance. While on the bench, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the tattooed captain who also happens to be your girlfriend.

So given the fact you were so focused on the girl, you run straight to her, flying into her arms for her to catch you. The team along with all the staff gather around the both of you, jumping up and down while chanting.

She sets you back onto the ground and places multiple kisses on your cheek before pulling back and whispering, “We won.”

“We did.”

The two of you pull away with love-struck looks on your faces until Kelley hops high with her hands on both of your shoulders, making you laugh at the energetic girl.

“We are the champions, my friends!” Kelley begins to sing as Lynn and Kristie wrap their arms around her shoulders and join in.

“And we’ll keep on fighting till the end!”

The trio looked at you and the captain with awaiting eyes. You and Ali look at each other before turning back and waving your hands in the air while singing, “We are the champions!”

Everything else goes by in a blur, the medals, the trophy ceremony, and now you’re in the locker room with goggles and beer, dancing to the thump of the music. Bodies hit against each other as everyone has a good time. You notice Kristie calling you over while saying something about her being live. She points the camera towards your face as you cheer while holding your beer up in the sky, watching the comments flow in rapidly.

Ali comes over and a bunch of players pour beer down her mouth, making it all spill down her neck and shirt. Once Kristie walks away, Ali grabs your wrist and pulls you into a corner of the room.

“Bottoms up and chin up.” She places her pointer finger under your chin, forcing your head up as she hovers the bottle of alcohol over your mouth. You open your mouth in compliance, allowing her to pour the liquid down your throat. “Good girl.” She purrs while wiping the remaining beer on your chin off.

You blush profusely at the praise but try to ignore it due to the cameras all around the room and your teammates. The captain just smirks and walks off into the crowd, knowing exactly the effect she has on you, so you take a few deep breaths, calming yourself down, and walk over to Kelley.

“We actually won! Fuck yeah!” The defender yells, picking you up which makes you laugh even harder.

Soon everyone becomes a little too tipsy and is told to gather their stuff up. Everyone heads to the bus but you and Ali, insisting that you both are capable of driving since you only had a bit of alcohol which is true.

You’re gathering up all your clothes from your cubby and shoving them into your bag before strong tattooed arms wrap around your torso. Kisses begin to trail from the base of your neck to the underside of your jaw right below your ear.

“Well hello, captain.”

“Don’t say that, you know what it does to me.” She groans, making you feel her warm breath against your skin. You turn around and wrap your arms around her neck, trailing your eyes down from her messy bun all the way down to her veiny hands.

“Why don’t you show me, captain?” You say, biting your lip in anticipation. The taller girl’s pupils widen as her eyes shift to a more lustful tone.

“I think we both have to take a much needed shower, don’t you, baby?”

Once you nod your head, Ali is quick to pull you away into one of the cubicle showers. Both of your hands grab at each other’s clothing, trying to rip everything off as fast as you can, both needy from the slight teasing.

You’re both finally completely bare as the taller girl reaches over and turns on the shower. Hot water hits against your skin, but you’re pushed against the wall by your hips and caged in by the taller girl’s arms. She looks down at you with a grin as water runs down her shoulder onto both of your chests.

“You looked so sexy with that medal around your neck, captain.” You tease her once again with the nickname, causing her to lean down and smash her lips against yours.

“You’re going to look so hot when you’re moaning my name in a second, darling.”

She attaches her lips back onto yours, sliding her tongue in your mouth not wasting any time. Pulling away, she tugs your lip between her teeth and lets it go with a gentle pop. Her kisses start to train down your neck and onto your stomach. She swirls her tongue over your breasts, showing each the same attention before moving even further down to your belly button, leaving her kneeling on the wet floor.

Your breath picks up, but you tap her shoulder to get her attention which she notices and looks up at you. “I want you up here with me.” You admit shyly with a slight blush washing over your face, making the girl on the ground stand up with a smitten look on her face, knowing she’s already so in love with you.

“How about we do this?” Before you’re allowed to ask what she means, she wraps one arm around your waist and lifts you up, causing you to let out a shriek and wrap your legs tightly around her hips.

“I thought your back was breaking, and that’s why you can’t play another year.”

“Suddenly I’m all healed.” You press your lips back onto hers with a smile remaining on both of your faces but is soon gone when the kiss gets sloppier and hotter.

Her free hand runs down your stomach and grazes over your slit but stops when she notices your breath shutter, wanting you to wait and beg for it. She keeps doing it while kissing you until you pull away with a needy whine.

“Please, Ali! I need you so bad.”

She begins to gather up your wetness with her fingers, making you think she’s going to give you what you need, but instead, she rubs torturously slow circles around your clit. Although it’s something, it’s not nearly enough to get you off and it’s not what you want at the moment.

“I need your fingers! Please, captain.” You whine desperately, having been worked up all day.

Too busy in your own haze, you don’t notice the expression on the tattooed girl’s face change to something more desirable. “If you be a good girl for me you’ll get my fingers. Can you do that, sweets?”

You simply nodded your head, knowing that even if she didn’t ask, you would do anything she asked. If you ever become bratty, she punishes you until you’re crying for a release and that’s something you don’t want right now.

Two of her digits finally trail down to your dripping hole and push into you. You let out a small moan at the feeling of being filled and latch your lips back onto hers. Her tongue dances around yours as her fingers start to pump in and out of you at a steady pace, making you moan against the kiss at random times.

The position is semi-awkward for Ali, but it doesn’t stop her from pleasuring you. Seeing your chest bounce up and down, your lips opening while making a bunch of hot noises, your eyes squeezing shut, and your legs gripping tighter around her waist. She felt so lucky when you said yes to being her girlfriend. Now all of this is only for her to witness, and the best part is it’s her doing this to you.

“You’re so wet, baby. You’ve been thinking about this for a while, haven’t you?” Her raspy voice catches your attention. All you can do is nod because of the amount of pleasure you’re feeling with her fingers pounding into you and her palm hitting against your clit.

“Yes, yes I’ve been desperate for you all day.” You pant into her shoulder while your arms hug around her neck, squeezing every time she hits a spot that leaves you melting.

She notices when you let out a particularly loud moan and your arms flex, tightening around her. She finds the spot that makes you go feral and starts to pound harder and faster into you, causing a string of noises to leave your mouth as your body tenses. She feels your walls squeeze around her fingers and notices you getting close, but she doesn’t say anything and continues her thrusts.

The coil in your stomach finally snaps as the muscles in your body that were once tense now loosen. Her digits keep pumping you through your orgasm until your hand reaches down and stops her movements, becoming sensitive after your intense finish.

“You did so well,” Ali whispers, connecting her lips to yours in a gentle kiss, letting you breathe and come back down to earth. She notices you shiver, so she wraps her arms around you and pulls you into her towering figure.

“I’m cold.” You mumble weakly against her arm, making the older girl laugh at the obvious admission and the first words that have come out of you in a while.

“Let’s run you under the water and get you warmed up.” She rubs her hands up and down your arms, guiding you under the water and wrapping her arms around your waist. She places sweet kisses against your jaw and over to your ear before tugging on it with her teeth whispering, “Then I have to punish you for cumming without my permission.”

You simply look back at her with a slightly fearful expression. And here you thought being a champion and a good girl would help you out.

[luvv4j4ybe11]

I'm tired of being horny,I want love😭😭

can you give us some fluff headcanons with teyam,please??🥹

YES OML! I love writing headcanons sm😭

Warnings~ none! Enjoy the fluff everyone<3

★ Neteyam is the type of mate to make you stay in bed on a rainy day, no matter if you guys have things to do or not. He just loves spending time with his girl.

★ speaking of which, his family completely adores you. They’re always asking for you to come over and spend time with them(mostly neytiri and Jake saying this bc you’re literally like a daughter to them)

★ tey absolutely ADORES whenever you spend time with his family, especially his siblings and ESPECIALLYY with tuk, you act so well with all of them that it makes him want to give you a family of your own.

★ his love language is definitely acts of service, words of affirmation, and physical touch. So definitely expect to be gifted with things you’ve always wanted while he’s hugging you and whispering all sorts of praises and I love yous into your ear.

★(this hc is for human!reader) if your ovulating/on your period, he will never leave your side, always giving you whatever you need since he knows how painful your periods can be. (And also because your smell gets stronger, and he doesn’t want any of the males in his clan thinking they have a chance with you. Because they don’t.)

★ speaking of this, he definitely is extremely protective of you. Like, yes he knows you’re fully capable of handling yourself, but he just can’t help it. You’re his girl, how could he not protect you?

★ if you need an example of how far this man would go for you, just remember that one time where he came home with bloody fists and a bloody nose because he overheard a group of boys sexualizing you(lo’ak jumped into the fight too bc he didn’t want to hear you or his parents lecture him about leaving Neteyam by himself to get beat tf up😭)

★turns into such a baby when he’s tired. Poor boy will come home completely exhausted, it’s so obvious in his features it makes you sad. He’ll grumble when you ask him how his day was, hurriedly taking off his uncomfortable garments and picking you up and carrying you to the bed, placing you down on the soft pillows before placing all of his body weight onto you. You let out a little huff from the suddenness of it, but it turns into a giggle when you feel him smoosh his head into your boobs.

★“Awh, what needy little babyboy. Just needed some cuddles, hm?” You’d tease while placing a kiss on his forehead, left hand rubbing his scalp soothingly as your other hand trails down his back in a content motion.

★(hc for modern!au) you guys would definitely do a whole bunch of couple TikTok’s tg, and literally everyone loves you guys sm

★ would secretly learn all your favorite foods and make them whenever your sad/on your birthday.

★ does this thing if your walking past a group of people that make you uncomfortable, he’ll put himself between you and the group, so he’s acting as a barrier almost

★ loves the sound of your voice/laugh so much, And it SHOWSSSS. lo’ak made fun of him one time because teyams tail started wagging when you laughed at a joke he made

★ also loves carrying you/manhandling you (gently ofc) js bc he likes to see the surprise on your face whenever he does. All those years of training and building his strength being put to use frl🙌🏼 he also does it bc he has a strength kink and size kink..BUT WE ARENT GONNA GET INTO THAT!!

★he has a sweet spot in the middle of his scalp that makes him purr really loud and kick his leg slightly, you found out about it one of the many times he fell asleep on your chest. You never told him you knew about it though because you know he’d probably get embarrassed, but whenever he does fall asleep on your chest you always massage that spot just to giggle at his reaction.

★(black!reader hc..so me!) love to play with your hair and braid it, also loves to participate in your wash days. Like this mf will be more hyped to wash your hair than you are(you barley lift a finger during your wash days because he insists you just sit down and relax while he does everything)

★ made a wash day playlist with all your favorite songs on your phone without you knowing, so when you asked him where the playlist came from he just giggled at you before telling you where it came from. (You cried and hugged him because..he’s a fucking sweetheart?)

★ always talks about starting a family with you, and the look in this man’s eyes whenever he talks about it is completely adorable. You’re literally the love of this man’s life

A/N~ I need a man like teyam frl🥹 also I’m flattered you guys love my neteyam works sm, it really means the world to me<3 but could we mayhaps send in requests for different characters? I’d love to hear what you guys have in mind for them. Other than that tho, stay safe and hydrated. I love you guys sm💕

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[peachsayshi]

sugar daddy! nanami x female reader (drabble) 

(minors and ageless blogs dni) 

a/n: manifesting that he shows up at my front door so I don’t have to go into work tomorrow. 

tags: mention that reader has a brazilian wax, needy nanami, smut

“thank you for stopping by-” nanami murmurs between a kiss. a muffled hum escapes you, and he can’t help but smile against your lips at the sound. he pulls away to admire the sight of you pressed against his counter. slowly coming undone with your lipstick smudged and your bare breast exposed from when he hungrily tugged at the strap of your dress. one thumb lightly traces over your hardened nipple while the other massages little circles on your waist. “...I know you have plans today. I'm sorry for intruding.” 

the apology was half-hearted; there was no reason for it considering this is part of the agreement. nanami is happily paying off your debts as long as you simply made time for him.

 so, no, he technically didn’t feel “bad” about stealing you away from your friends, but delaying your lunch would at least make up for him cancelling the last three scheduled dates that he planned. 

“of course,” you mumbled, a little dazed from the heated make out session he greeted you with. “I-ah- told you I’m in the area…”

he pecks your collarbone, guiding his hands underneath the hem of your dress. he loops his fingers around the band of your underwear, and gradually rolls the fabric down the stems of your legs. he helps you out of the garment, before standing back up and flashing you a smile of approval. 

“I bought these for you didn’t I?” he questions, his conceit masked by humble curiosity. 

“Mhmm,” you reply with a nod. 

his uses his free thumb and index finger to hold your chin, and seeks another kiss as he stuffs the lace fabric in his back pocket. your own hands clasp around his neck, your lips parting eagerly and granting his tongue entrance. 

your mouth is slick with spit, the kiss wet and messy, but neither of you have the time to care about slowing things down. you can feel how hard nanami is when he presses himself against your pussy, and your stomach flutters as you hook your leg tighter around his hip to enhance the pressure of him grinding against your cunt. 

he’s been working long hours, barely getting enough sleep, and has been miserable for the last three weeks. but this, this carefully relieved the tension from his demanding position.

nothing else crossed his mind from the moment you sauntered into his penthouse apartment - there was only you.

eventually and with heavy eyes, he glances down to the point where the tip of his cock meets your entrance, and curses under his breath as he slowly pushes in. he brushes his fingers over your pubic region, taking in the softness of your skin and it pleases him to know that you’ve still be maintaining yourself.

you whisper his name, “kento, kento...”,  your voice trembling when he rubs the the hood of your clit, while dragging his cock simultaneously back and forth as he fucks you right up against his counter. 

your dress is bunched up between his hands. he can feel that the material is a little worn. this is an easy fix, he thinks to himself, because he’s keen on spoiling you. it’s only been four months, and the process has been gradual…

you still decline some of his offers with a shy smile, unaware of how deep his pockets were and for whatever reason that only flamed his growing infatuation. 

he drops his forehead to meet your own, leaving another tender kiss on your lips before asking: ‘gonna cum for me, love?” 

you whine out an endearing “yeah,” that makes him laugh under his breath. 

he purrs your name, and it send shivers down your spine as he thrusts with more conviction. feeling your warmth around him, the way you dripped down his shaft and how pretty you sounded every time he hit the right spot - it only reminded him that you were an investment worth spending on. 

he would shower you with anything you asked for as long as he can keep doing this. 

you ride out your orgasm on his cock, and he groans upon reaching his own climax when your walls tighten around him. your body shakes as you let the waves roll over you and when you look up you were met with glassy brown eyes soaking in the shimmering glow of the aftermath.

you freshen up in his bathroom, attempting to put back together a decent look. when he sees you afterwards, he knows the question you’re about to ask and can see the heat emanating off your body as you approach him. 

“you still have my underwear...” 

the corner of his mouth quirks into a cheeky grin, and you can’t help but smile back. nanami always likes to play these little games with you, and you happily joined in every time.

instead of giving you what you needed, he reaches for his wallet instead. 

“tell you what,” he suggests as he lifts out his black card from it’s secured slot, “I’ll arrange my driver to drop you and take care of your lunch to make up for the delay. Since you’re in the area, there’s a shopping district not far from the restaurant where you can pick up another pair…and maybe splurge on something else nice if you see anything you like.”

He drags the card along the outline of your cleavage before sliding it under the padding of your dress. He cups your face in his hands and plants another chaste kiss on your forehead.

“Come back when you’re done,” he teases with a wink. “I’ll make us dinner, and you can show me what you bought.”

[willowrites]

Hi! Could u do Sam and Colby x reader where they're otw to a haunted place but they all get horny before arriving so they end up stopping somewhere for a quicky in the car with the reader

QUICK STOP.

PAIRINGS. sam and colby x fem reader

SUMMARY. you had been on the way to help sam and colby with helping inspect your best friend's house when there’d been a problem … but are all problems bad?

WARNINGS. threesome, oral f!receiving, grinding? just smut!

AUTHORS NOTE. helloooo, sorry again! i have been lagging so bad but i hope this met your expectations :) feedback is appreciated!

“in a quarter of a mile, turn left.” you heard the automated voice inform colby.

you were sitting in the passenger seat while colby was driving and sam was in the back seat humming along to the tune of harry styles playing in the background.

the melody of medicine buzzing through the speakers of the car. the song had always made you feel some type of way. the striking sound of the guitar, the background taps and rhythm, and the lyrics.

“baby take my medicine, take my medicine rest it on your fingertips…” you sang. “and up to your mouth feeling it out, m’ feeling it now..”

the song was quite addictive. you and a bunch of other fans were sad that it wasn’t an actual released song.

“i had a few got drunk on you and now i’m wasted…” you tried your best to hit the note not doing half bad. “and when i sleep i’m gonna dream of how you…tasted…” you whispered.

you took a peek at colby and the way his attractive ring-clad hands were gripping the wheel and tapping them to the rhythm. while you were surveying him, you couldn’t help how all you wanted was to be bent over the car right now as he pounded and drilled into you in the dark.

you bit your lip looking away trying to mask your desperation but one person could see through that.

you had looked at the mirror inside the little sunshade thing only to make eye contact with sam. he gave you a smug smile as if to show you he knew what was going on through your head.

“what’s the matter, baby?” sam asked innocently. he leans forward from his seat in the back and his hand reaches and tucks your hair out from your shoulder so that he can caress your neck.

“nothing.” you quietly whispered as goosebumps erupted all over your body.

“you sure?” he was grinning ear to ear.

you didn’t see, but both colby and sam and made eye contact with each other syncing their thoughts as best friends usually would.

colby’s finger pressed the minus button on the wheel to lower the volume.

your leg was bouncing now anxious and needy. even their gaze had you dampening your underwear.

you were extremely turned on.

“y/n baby what happened?” colby purrs trailing his hand on your bouncing leg sending you physical chills.

“nothing, maybe i just need to take a quick walk.” you shrugged.

or a quick fuck?

shut the fuck up. you told yourself.

“okay, i’ll pull over.” colby agreed, choosing not the gas station that the map says is a mile away, but the dark forest. he pulls off the road and puts the car in park.

you were confused when colby unlocked the car and climbed out. the chilling air that flowed in through the door making you shiver.

you wrapped your arms around you trying to shield yourself from the sudden drop in temperature.

as you were about to bump up the heater your door clicked open. you turned your head to the right meeting colby’s eyes.

he had that look.

the look that always seemed to make your heart drop in the best way possible.

he knelt down; his head level with your waist. “you okay baby?” his hands made their way to your knees caressing them up and down.

“yeah…yeah i was just you know…it was getting hot.” you stiffly smiled.

“weren’t you just about to turn the heater on?” sam mentioned. your cheeks burning red.

“oh…yeah um i was just you know…” you tried to come up with an excuse but you had nothing.

“why’d you wanna take a walk?” colby’s voice was just above a whisper. his tone soft and teasing.

you could tell it wasn’t a question he expected you to answer.

“i needed fresh air,” you said out of breath. what was making you out of breath? you didn’t know.

“mmm.” his hands trailed more toward your sex. the area getting more aroused by the second. “you stressed? about the video?”

you shook your head. you loved doing paranormal videos. you loved talking to spirits and getting to know more about them.

“then what do you want?” his brows furrowed.

your breathing stopped abruptly as you felt sam’s voice right beside your ear. “go on.” his tone playful.

“stand up.” colby demanded, not so kind anymore. you stood up as fast as your body could go. he followed suit tucking your soft hair behind your ears.

you didn’t notice sam got in the car until he sat down where you were two seconds ago.

“you’re so pretty, baby.” colby said before you connected your lips together. confused; you still kissed back.

you wanted the touch and affection. it’s all you’ve been thinking about. them touching you.

everywhere.

“fuck.” you thought out loud.

“fuck what?” colby asked. or more like said.

“me.” you mustered out. you felt like all the oxygen was being stolen from your body. your legs are on the verge of going limp.

“gladly.” colby’s right hand made it to the back of your neck then to your hair slightly pulling your head back to take dominance; his left hand at your waist.

he walked forward causing you to stumble back on sam’s lap.

sam adjusted you, letting out a few grunts as you, fortunately, accidentally palmer his very visible boner.

“gonna make you feel so good, yeah?” you could hear the grin sam had plastered on his face.

“mhm.” you nodded eagerly wanting so bad attention on your heavily aroused cunt.

“let’s take these off?” colby questioned you kneeling down to your level once again.

you agreed helping him slide off your baggy jeans; underneath black lacy underwear. not too special but still something that had colby’s dick throbbing.

colby’s hand immediately went to the band of your underwear tugging at them. “these too? dying to see your perfect pussy.”

you did a weird shimmy move trying to focus on the fact that you need some sort of friction or else you were going to die.

as soon as your underwear came off, colby moved both your legs away from each other spreading them to go in between.

reflexively, you tried closing them protecting yourself from the piercing cold air but were stopped by colby’s ring-clad hands.

“so beautiful. look at you.” colby bit his lip softly. you felt sam’s hands getting closer to your sex.

“please.” you begged. you felt your arousal dripping on the ground hitting the soil of the dirt road.

“what a slut. spread legs. in the middle of absolutely fucking nowhere. making sam and i stop in the middle of the road because you need to get off.” sam’s fingers finally made their way to your clit, pressing gently. “don’t worry. we’ll give you what you want.”

sam’s fingers moved in a circular motion causing you to buck your hips for more.

“faster sam faster.” you whined desperately trying to get to the edge faster. “please.”

you needed release so bad. you were craving it.

“want my tongue?” colby asked earning a fast nod from you. your hands made their way to his soft hair tugging it towards your wet pussy.

colby wasted absolutely no time wrapping his lips over your sensitive clit.

as he did so, sam moved his fingers in your mouth having you lick up your own juices.

“taking colby’s mouth so good.” he praised you as you whined due to how fast-paced colby was stimulating your clit. you tried to hold back your moans. “open your mouth, baby. i want to hear you when you come.”

you got to the edge almost too fast that your brain felt fuzzy and you couldn’t comprehend how you got to that position.

the sounds colby was making against your bare sex were enough to run you toward your orgasm.

your thighs shook as they closed in on colby’s head but his arms pulled them apart more. you struggled against his strength moaning and groaning at the sensitivity of your clit.

“fucking hell. you’re so addicting.” colby moaned licking up your cum.

your head was leaned back on sam’s shoulder and sam took that as his opportunity to kiss the side of your neck marking you as his. colby saw what sam was doing and stopped sucking on your poor red and enflamed clit and started marking up your thighs.

your head fell to the side still recovering from the high.

“you okay?” sam whispered combing back your loose and fallen hairs from your face.

“mhm..” you hummed.

“there she is. my pretty girl.” colby said still on his knees. he pulled you by your hands close to him and connected your lips in a chaste kiss. “you did so well.”

both his hands ran down your hair connecting your lips one more time. “i’m going to need more later. way more.” he said hands now on your waist.

“me too. m’so fucking hard it hurts,” sam whined.

not only were you excited about the investigation, but you were excited about their investigation on you.

wink wink

part two …?

[bby-deerling]

helloo!!! A bit late but congrats on 250 follows! You’ve written a lot for this event and you’re super consistent, I love you for that (and i ESPECIALLY love how you write law..mmmm)

For the event can I request Law + dangerous? Thanks a lot for writing!!

thank you anon!!! this event has been super fun for me and gotten my creative juices working overtime (and i still have a bunch more in my inbox left to write, thanks to everyone who has sent me a request for this event!)

law + dangerous (nsfw, afab!reader)

18+, nsfw, mdni, wc: 1.2k masterlist

cw: oral (law receiving), sneaking around, piv, messy relationship dynamics, strawhat!reader, unprotected sex (do not rely on the pullout method, lovelies!)

Late nights on the Sunny are calm, quiet, and peaceful as one day rolls over to the next, silent under the blanket of stars above, save for the sound of waves rolling against the side of the ship, the occasional footsteps of Zoro heading to the kitchen to get another mug of coffee, or the humming of a song from Brook filling the air as he keeps watch at the back of the ship.

However, their watchful eyes had failed to notice Trafalgar Law using his ability to sneak you into the infirmary and have his way with you.  Curtains drawn shut as moonbeams scatter across the wooden floor, he gasps as your tongue runs up his shaft and tightens his grip on your hair.

“Look at you—on your knees, drooling all over me.” he whispers as your mouth envelops his cock, taking him as far as you can; he gives a light thrust into your mouth, throwing his head back in ecstasy at the sound you make as you choke on his length.

“Fuck... you might be a Strawhat, but you’re taking my orders now, aren’t you, Y/N-ya?” he rasps out as he tugs on a handful of your hair, eliciting a muffled moan from you.  Trying to control your breathing, you nearly choke on your own spit as you suck his cock, and helplessly let it spill out the corners of your mouth and onto the floor.  Having as much as him as you could fit in your mouth was intoxicating on its own, but the strangled gasps he let out with each bob of your head was enough to make your head spin.

Dazed and covered in drool, you stare up at him and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand when he pulls your head away from him.  A shiver runs down your spine as he runs his thumb along your bottom lip, admiring the wreck he’s turned you into before sinking into Chopper’s office chair and patting his thigh.  Accepting his wordless invitation, you move to straddle him, but he shakes his head.

“Turn around for me.” he purrs; you comply, and his arm wraps around your waist, easing you into his lap.  Tattooed hands splaying across your thighs, he nudges your legs apart, looping them around the outside of his own to keep you spread and in place for him.  Back flush to his chest, he lifts you up and slowly sinks his cock into your needy entrance; he exhales deeply as he feels your body tremble in his gasp, holding you close and tracing comforting circles on your stomach as he allows you to adjust to the sensation of him filling you to the brim.

As you start to rock your hips against him, his hand drops, rubbing gentle circles into your clit with his pretty inked fingers.  The sight of his hands exploring your body is enough to drive you wild on its own; when it’s combined with the feeling of his cock nearly splitting you in two it’s enough to overwhelm you.

“Feel good?” he murmurs in your ear, leaving a small nip on the shell of your ear before running his tongue along your earlobe.  Heat radiating from your cheeks, all you can muster is a soft mhm, hips stuttering as his fingers rub deeper circles into your aching bud.

“This is how you deserve to feel, don’t forget it.” he whispers as he takes one of your breasts in his hand, tracing soft circles along your nipple with his thumb.  Ecstasy begins to flow through your veins as you get close; your hips stutter against his hand, and your eyes flutter shut, focused on reaching your high.  A few bites and kisses along your neck push you over the edge as you squirm against him, kept in place by the way he’s holding you apart with his legs.  Clenching around him so tightly that his cock nearly slips out, you let out a strangled gasp as he pushes your hips down to keep himself deep inside of you.

Head dizzy and face tingling, you’re confused as you feel him lean back in the chair and reach for two pens on the desk, tossing one onto the floor and the other on the bed.

Room.

Shambles.

He’s got you bent over the infirmary bed, hand spread over the middle of your back and pressing you down into the mattress as he fucks you; his first few strokes are slow, but he quickly loses self-control and gives into his urges to give it to you fast, hard, and deep.  He’s tall enough that your legs begin to tingle from standing bent over on your tiptoes, and you feel your feet leave the floor completely as his thrusts pin your hips to the bed and he takes complete control of your body.

One of his hands finds the back of your neck, holding you down as he continues his relentless pace; the pressure makes your walls flutter around him and leaves you whimpering his name like a soft prayer.

“Y-you’re taking me so well, Y/N-ya.” he praises, voice stuttering as his breath catches on his words; your walls are sucking him in, tempting him to paint your insides white, but the last thread of sanity that remains in his lust-filled mind tells him to pull out and cum on your lower back instead.  Hot and sticky, you sigh at the sensation of him coating you in his seed, and smile into the pillow as he takes the initiative to help you clean up.

Curling up into the bed together, you trace your fingers along his chest tattoo as excitement begins to fade into exhaustion.  His eyes are fixed at the ceiling; dark circles plague both of your faces, and this late-night tryst hadn’t done anything to remedy that problem.  Nerves begin to wrack your veins the longer you stare at him and reality settles around you—Law wouldn’t be around forever, or even for much longer as you approached Zou, and while you had fallen for him, you had no idea where you stood with him moving forward.

“What are we doing, Law?” you ask hesitantly, voice cracking and unable to mask the flood of emotions coursing through your body.

He lets out a deep sigh, threading his fingers through your hair and rubbing soothing circles into your scalp.  “I’m not sure.  I care about you, but this is complicated, you know that.”

Pain and bittersweet longing pull at your chest, making it hard to breathe.  It’s not the answer you wanted to hear from him, but it was the one you were expecting, given the circumstances.  The silence in the dark infirmary begins to hurt as your heartbeat throbs in your ears—the only reprieve is the soft, comforting scratching of Law’s fingers on your scalp.

“I’ll wait for you, Law.  No matter how long it takes.” you say, cursing the way your voice wavered as you swallowed down tears.

He leans over and kisses your forehead, gingerly tilting your chin up to face him.  “I promise I’ll do the same.” he whispers as he presses a soft kiss to your lips.

It’s enough for now, you decide, cupping his face and deepening the kiss.

[sprout-fics]

WAIT OKAY. HEAR MEOUT, HEAR ME

O U T

dragon price is good, love that shit mmm mm mmm

but listen

Dragon Valeria

I’m literally going feral just thinking about it. Talk about one to spoil you, ravage you, cover you in jewels and silks and the blood of anyone who tries to take you from her. Tattoos that glimmer like scales—fuck I have to stop talking now or I’ll write a novel in your inbox but FUCK I’m normal about her (I am vibrating at a frequency only dogs can perceive)

“I burned a kingdom for you today.” She purrs, the skimmering scales along her shoulders flickering in the hazy orange glow of the lantern light. Her hands plant on either side of you, the lower half of her bare, pressed against yours draped in gauzy, shimmering fabric pilfered from the farthest of lands. The mere weight of her draws a deep, wanting hum inside you, like raising water from a boundless well filled to the brim with your adoration for her.

Her words should scare you, should send you curling into yourself as a terrified, frightened thing. A poor maiden helpless against the dragon that brought you here, snatched you from your pitiful life within a dying kingdom. You had been that maiden once, had cowered and been frightened and had watched her with a wary gaze. Yet the dragoness atop you now had earned your trust slowly, had brought you gifts, trophies, had provided for you in a way that made you offer yourself to her in turn.

The depths of her love used to terrify you, her promises to set the world ablaze for you if you commanded her so, to level kingdoms, to slaughter kings and princes and seat you upon their scarlet stained thrones. Yet now the declaration of her carnage sends an illicit thrill through you, has you drag her up and into you. Her lips taste like brimstone, like smoke and promises of destruction. The addiction of her violence drives a coiling warmth rushing to your core- warmed only by the fire on her breath.

“Bella.” She breathes against your lips, and her clawed hand smoothes along your calf, traces your supple flesh annointed with holy oils offered by priests to her in pleas for mercy. “So pretty, bonita.”

The gauzy, shimmering fabric of your dress is pushed up over the curve of your thigh, bunched around your hip and she huffs a laugh at the scar that’s planted there, her own mark breathed into your skin with fire- an ever present reminder that you belong to her.

Never once did you think it would be so, never thought that your emaciated, withering form dressed in rags would sit upon her throne not as a prize but as her queen. 

You spread your legs for her eagerly when her hand dips under the edge of your gown, and Valeria purrs when she finds you already wet to her touch. 

“Needy, mi vida?” She asks, voice low and sliding like silk against the back of your thoughts. 

“Always.” You tell her breathlessly, and when her thumb presses down with the barest hint of pressure on your clit you buck your hips automatically. Valeria drinks down the little whimper that escapes you, laughs as you press your hips up into her palm. 

“Need something?” She asks teasingly and you groan, feel frustration and desire meld with the unfurling warmth inside you. 

“Stop teasing.” You whine, but Valeria withdraws her hand completely you reach for her, eyes lidded and lips parted with an apology. “No, no sorry, wait, Valeria please-”

“That’s my girl.” She husks, and you gasp in surprise as her hips roll down onto yours, offering you a tantalizing kiss of friction that has you arching up from the gold-threaded cushions under you both. “All you had to do was ask, querida.” You know. You know you can ask for anything and she’ll give it to you. Clothes, jewels, treasures, castles, kingdoms, souls- Valeria will plant her offerings at the altar of you and then rise to take your divine blessing. You bestow it upon her in the form of shuddering gasps and bitten pleas, of libations she gathers on her tongue, of the devoted oaths you echo down to her reminding you’re hers, hers, hers….

[faces-ofvenus]

NSFW Alphabet with Aegon: ABCD

Parte: two

Author's warnings: minors do not read, it contains explicit sexual content with somewhat detailed scenes, if you don't like it either just don't read it.

Aftercare:

After sex Aegon would just be so lazy, more so than he would ever normally be with any woman he would have laid with, but something about you allowed him to be more relaxed and so much procrastinating to do the smallest act there is, no matter how dirty or stinky you are, He usually loves to lay his head on your breasts or neck, or in a kind of conch, but if you want to of course fall asleep on his torso or with your head resting on his neck, he wouldn't object.

If you wanted to wash or clean yourself you would have to make him first let go, an almost impossible task, after sex this man is just needy to the extreme, you tease him how he stays in the palm of your hand, how he purrs when you try to get free and just squeezes you tighter to himself, questioned why you want to get out of the situation, obviously you argue that it's because they were totally sweaty and the tissues were so dirty... But it doesn't work, he is stubborn and most of the time you end up sedating him.

You don't talk much either, you are panting and just want to enjoy each other in silence, plus your throat is already hurting a bit and hoarse even too much for reasons a bit too lewd, so you just listen to each other's breathing, until you both fall asleep.

Body parts:

Your body part in Aegon would be his hair for sure, sexually or not, but speaking in a nsfw way the way it looks beautiful when you squeeze it, how its little white waves make so many twists around your fingers, how it arches its head and gives you room to suck and mark his neck especially when you are on top, the way he lets out lewd sounds and words from the prince's mouth, you wonder what it would be like for your family to see him like this, to see that with one pull he gets all weepy, and how it makes him so submissive, he calls you so many names when his hand is in your hair, apart from the fact that you also love how they get a little damp from sweating and the only physical activity he can master.

Aegon's favorite part of his body, there are so many, but oh how he loves his ass, he loves, maybe I've already said this in another post, but I'll say it again, the way it feels perfectly well in his big hands, how he loves to squeeze it, hold it during sex, mark it, bite it, smack it, he loves when it's up there offering itself to him, and saying that he's the only one that can touch it, he loves to see when he enters her pussy and they're there for him to hold and support, maybe it's his favorite sight of all time, he thinks about them every moment of the day, and that's why usually you to tease him tends to grind your ass on his cock in public, it drives him so crazy, he just wants that damn piece of cloth that separates him from his source of desire and devotion to go away, and the bunch of people around you to go along with it.

Cum:

Aegon is totally such an eclectic person if that can fit, I don't think so but he likes everything that involves cum, he loves to come inside you, to feel your liquid mixing with his beloved's, to see how you welcome him with open arms, he likes it when you moan and tell him to come deep inside you, that you fill him up, you don't think about having children, but imagining his seed deep inside you pregnant, It turns him on for a moment and frankly makes him want to cum even more, you tend to do a lot of rounds, so he usually ends up pretty tired at some point whenever he takes his cock out of you, a bunch of cum always comes out, and slides down your thigh, he then talks with lustful eyes about how much he will have to fill you up again because of that, and neither he nor you seem very sad at the idea.

Dirty secret:

A not so secret secret is the fact that he wants to have public sex with you, not exactly getting caught, but the thought of the two of you I don't know at some party just secretly fucking is so weird and just unreal that someone wouldn't see you, apart from the fact that you make so much noise that even the person with the worst hearing in the room would hear, and not even loud music could drown out the sounds, he has had sex in places like the kitchen or something, his dirty little secret is totally bound up in powerful people picking on you, your brother, your sister, your parents or some lord, he doesn't mind fucking with a maid watching, he would get a little irritated at being interrupted and to preserve his privacy they would quickly disappear, but he couldn't say the same for a lady of the big house, or any of his brothers.

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How do you write smut scenes? Do you get very visual or detailed? How important is it to be realistic?

Ok, Im'a be honest.

I don't really enjoy writing *smut*

I prefer to write romance, and romantic scenes that potentially end up in some steamy bedroom time.

I don't necessarily get very visual or detailed, I'm more about dialog and feelings. For me, those are the most important to portray during a love scene.

As for realistic? I mean... Feelings and dialog, I try my best. I think if I can get myself to enjoy my bedroom scenes, then they are realistic enough 💖

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WOOHOO! Going for gold here! 🥳

It's a bit out of context and messy, but here you go. It's with my tmnt OC Basilio - who is the eldest of my iteration of the turtle bros.

Warning, Thirsty bitch under the cut

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I'm in a dojo.

None that I recognize.

It's dark and quiet.

There's a whole bunch of plants - mainly bonsai- lining the walls on scattered shelves.

It's incredibly peaceful.

As I'm spinning in place to see the rest of the room I've jumped to, I see him.

Sitting with his back to me, in deep meditation.

Quietly I walk to him, thinking I'm being sneaky, but his hand whips out and grabs my wrist and with a sudden yank I'm in his lap.

“You're not where you're supposed to be, Ma Reine,” Basilio hums into my ear. His lips find mine immediately, and I can't help the moan that follows my surprised gasp.

The kiss isn't nearly as long as I want it to be, so when he pulls back from it, I end up chasing him for more.

He lets out a low chuckle and places a few sweet kisses on my needy lips.

“Where am I supposed to be?” I ask, still trying to get him to kiss me.

He's all smiles as he kisses me everywhere but my lips. “With the other three. Today was my solitary day,” he tells me. 

I pull back and give him a sobered look of concern.

“It's required by dad,” he says, “I have exactly zero issues with you popping in on me,” he tells me before I can even spiral into my anxious guilt. His hand finds the back of my head as it tangles through my hair, pulling my lips to his for one of those kisses.

God I just.

No brain activity.

Just pure feelings.

“So,” he says, breaking the kiss, “why me?”

I feel my body flush with hot adrenaline as I blush from head to toe.

Thank God it's dark in here.

He snickers, “You look like I just caught you reading my diary. Fess up,” he teases with a poke to my side.

I squirm a bit, bringing my hands to my face, embarrassed about how I'm going to present this.

“I've been thinking about you all day,” I say quietly.

He moves my hands to reveal a single raised brow ridge and a smug smirk.

“Oh?” he asks, his eyes searching my face until they fall to my lips, where they stay and wait for my response.

*gulp*

I know if I open my mouth I’m going to embarrass myself further so I just nod, instead.

“I thought about you all day too…” He confesses, with a flirty wink. “So tell me,” he says, while moving so suddenly I don’t realize I’m on my back and pinned under him until it’s too late. “What kind of thoughts… were you having?”

There’s no escaping him.

I mean, this is Basilio we’re talking about.

So instead I close my eyes and get it over with, “Thirsty ones,” I admit.

I feel his warm breath in my ear, “Why are you embarrassed? I’ve been having thirsty dreams about you for years,” he purrs, before his lips make real estate down my neck.

“Not dreams…” I let out a pleasurable gasp when his open mouth leaves a love mark on his descent. “Active… uhm… actively thinking,” I get out through some heavy breathing.

“I didn’t say mine happened while I was asleep. They were a conscious decision. And I enjoyed every second of them.” He’s so matter-of-fact about it, I end up squeezing him between my thighs, because oh. My. God. 

“You gonna share, so I can make your dreams come true, Ma Reine?” He purrs between kisses that are making me thirstier. The kisses are everywhere but my mouth.

His self-control is killing me.

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Hey, can you do a CEO Jaehyun talking to his fiancé through the phone while fucking his slut yn

[1:22am]

genre: smut

warnings: cheating, homewrecker reader, creampie, hair pulling, dirty talking, degrading and spanking.

jaehyun huffs as his phone rings for the seventh time tonight.

it was his worried fiancé who wanted him home so she didn’t have to be alone.

“yes, jamie?” he answers. “no, i’ll be coming home late tonight. i have to print out a bunch of shit because our printers broke down earlier today and i had a lot of stuff to print out earlier but the printers are working now, so i want to print all my things before coming home.” he explains and the sound of his fiancés voice sobs through the phone.

“i—“ he stammers and looks down before clearing his throat. “it’ll just be a couple of hours, jamie. you’ll be fine. pop open a bottle of wine and put a movie on, i’ll be home in a few. don’t wait up, jame.” he hangs up before she can even say her, i love you’s.

you gasp as he yanks your hair and begins to pound into you. “you can your fucking teasing act. cant even stay still for just a two minute phone call. needy pathetic slut.” he spanks you causing you to whine with a half giggle.

“it’ll take a lot more for me to learn my lesson, sir.” you purr, swaying your side to side as he bullies his cock into your dripping cunt.

“of course, it will. why? because, you’re a needy whore who needs their holes filled— isn’t that correct?” you nod but he yanks your hair back. “i said, isn’t that correct?” he repeats himself and you pout. “yes, you’re correct.” tears brim your eyes as the burning sensation spreads through your skull.

he spanks you and finally lets your hair free, your body instantly falls limp onto his desk. “oh, yes!” you moan, gripping onto his desk that was no help. “fuck me, sir. i’ve been a needy slut!” you cry out and he lifts your lip onto the desk. “it’s so obvious that you’ve been a needy slut,” his grip on your thigh makes you go crazy.

“you need my fat cock in order to be a good and well behaved girl, isn’t that right?” you whimper at his slight praise. “but once it’s taken away from you, you whine like a bitch in heat and you hump my foot while i’m in important meetings, don’t you?” you nod against the cold desk.

“and, don’t you suck my dick like a good slut under my desk while i take meeting calls?” you nod, again. this time, your hand falls behind you, wanting him to take it and pin it against your back.

“what? you want me to pin you down like a whore who needs their pussy fucked?” you shout a quick, yes, before he pins your hand down.

he loved the way you clenched around him and the way his desk applied pressure on your abdomen.

“clenching like a bitch who can’t get enough dick in her life.” he growls and continues to smack his hips against yours.

he tosses his head back. “fuck,” he lets out under his breath. “so close, baby.” he says and you sudden get excited, and he can tell.

“you excited that i’m close? you want my cum, baby?” you nod and he pulls out making you whine until he flips you around and props you up on the desk.

he holds your legs against his sides and begins to fuck you again with full force. the pens rattle in their holder. your moans shake as you feel your orgasm get near.

“you wanna carry my baby and let everyone know who fucked you this good?” you nod, eyebrows pinched. “of course, you do.” he scoffs.

jaehyun drills his cock into you a few more times until the both of you reach your highs. with dominance, jaehyun reaches for your neck and yanks you until your lips smash against his.

“dirty slut.” he coos, lips grazing over yours. “are you my dirty slut?” you nod, “yes sir.” he smirks and looks down at your lips before looking up at your eyes. “mine, got that?” you nod and he lets go.

“let’s get dressed, i’ll take you home and we can go another round there.” excitement shoots up your spine again.

oh, how wrapped around his finger you were.

but, then you’d remind yourself, he’s getting married within a month.

he doesn’t love you.

[prolix-yuy]

Effective

Pairing: Max Phillips x F!Reader

Summary: The sticking point of your employment comes into focus.

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, horror elements and themes, descriptions of blood, mirror shenanigans, fingering (f-receiving), oral sex (f-receiving), PiV sex (don't be a fool wrap your tool), playing fast and loose with vampire lore.

Notes: The Discord besties are to thank/blame for this addition. I was just going to write a spooky story but no, we need some filth in this house! (and we all know how much I love an excuse to share filth).

This story will include callbacks to the previous chapter's horror elements such as violence, descriptions of blood and some graphic scenes. If that's not your cup of tea, scroll on friend! And while Halloween may be over, always stay your spooky beautiful selves my lovelies!

Cross-posted on AO3

It isn’t long before Max’s kisses turn from soft and full to needy and possessive, chasing your kiss whenever you try to break for a breath of air. He can’t stop mouthing at you, tongue darting along your jaw, nose trailing down the column of your neck. His powerful hands press between your shoulders, squeeze at the ample flesh of your bottom, and he pants heavily into your skin.

“Want to take you apart, gorgeous. Can I take you to bed? I want to make you feel good, baby, so so good,” Max groans into your ear, raising goosebumps down your spine. 

“Fuck, Max, yeah, want you,” you manage to gasp out, using the back of the couch to push away from his sinful mouth. He follows your lean, snagging small kisses that he smiles through.

“You’ll be the undeath of me,” he husks, eliciting an airy giggle from your kiss-swollen lips. 

“If we stay here any longer we won’t make it to the bed,” you scold, getting to your feet. Max lounges in the depth of your couch, legs splayed wide and hands sliding down his thick thighs. The prominence of his erection straining against his pants makes your mouth water. 

“I’ll take you anywhere, baby, anywhere you let me,” he coos, but follows when you beckon him to your bedroom. The muss of his hair makes you smile as he shucks his jacket, unbuttoning his dress shirt as he stalks behind you. 

Coming to stand by the foot of your bed, Max gathers you back up in his arms for another searing kiss, lapping thickly into your hot mouth. Soft skin slides against your hands as you explore the planes of his chest, the sculpt of his shoulders. The hum that rumbles through his chest warms you with arousal. His hands slip under the waistband of your sweatpants, grabbing at your ass again and you briefly bemoan that you aren’t wearing something sexier, prettier, more alluring. He must be used to perfect tens, rockin’ bodies, something out of a magazine…

“Fucking beautiful,” Max growls just at the right moment, dashing away your insecurities as he explores you with his hands, the prominent curve of his nose, the firm weight of his cock pressing into your hip. Suddenly he stops, and you feel him smile against you.

“Take a look, sweetheart,” he says, a little tease in his tone, and you turn your head to where his gaze has landed.

Your bedroom mirror.

It’s at the foot of your bed, angled away but you’re standing in direct sight of it as Max teases you with his clever fingers. You know he’s wrapped around you, his hands trailing and body plastered to yours, but in the mirror it’s just you. A confused you, and when Max takes a handful of your ass and squeezes you watch the fabric bunch, your flesh dimple, all on its own. It makes your stomach drop, how strange it looks without the visual feedback of his hand. 

“We look good together,” Max purrs, making you scoff a laugh back.

“You can only see me,” you state, half dumbstruck at the crawl of your shirt as Max slides it up your back. 

“Some might argue that’s for the best,” he teases, turning you so he’s flush to your back. Your lower lip drops as your shirt rucks up your front, your breasts plumping under Max’s greedy hands. 

“I don’t think you’re one of those people, Max,” you shoot back, trying to combat the heady arousal and fascination swirling between you. He chuckles, nipping lightly at your ear.

“You’re right, I miss seeing how fucking sexy I look,” he admits, tugging your shirt over your head and unclasping your bra with practiced ease. You lean back, treating him to a slow drag of his cock against the cleft of your ass. “Little tease, aren’t you? Keep watching, sweetheart,” he hums into your ear. 

It feels like it shouldn’t be real, some special effect in a movie. When you look down you see Max’s thick-fingered hands fondling your breasts, stroking his thumb over your nipples to pulse electric pleasure under your skin. But when you look in the mirror it’s only you, panting wantonly as the heft of your breasts lifts and spills between invisible fingers. 

“Max, holy fuck, this is…” you try to say, hands gripping his hips as he grounds you.

“Taboo? Hot as fuck? Getting you so wet you might cum from this alone?” he taunts, tweaking one nipple gently. Your brow furrows, pressing your thighs together for some relief. “Need me to help you out there?” he adds, nosing your neck as one hand slides down your stomach to cup your aching cunt. 

Trying to turn to capture his mouth again, Max’s hand grips your chin and turns you back to the mirror firmly.

“Not yet, I want you to watch yourself cum. Think of it as the best solo orgasm you’ll ever have…just with a helping hand,” he purrs in your ear. His fingers slip under your sweatpants, into your underwear and straight into your soaked folds, tearing a whine from your throat. Gathering wetness on his fingertips, he slicks your clit and sets a steady, knee-buckling pace. You’re holding on for dear life now, fingers digging into his narrow hips as your own buck against his relentless circles. 

“You’re perfect, so wet for me. I’m gonna make you cum like this, then again with my tongue, and then one more time so you can strangle my cock with this…” With a sigh he sinks two fingers into your cunt, your eyes rolling back as he curls them into you with devastating precision. “...perfect pussy. God, you’re tight. Relax for me darling, I want to make you so ready for me you’ll be begging for it.”

Your eyes are glued to the outline of his hand in your pants, the way you can see his hand flex as he fingers you, but no arm leads down. The fabric stretches and bunches in perplexing ways. He’s holding your jaw but all you can see are faint imprints of his touch. You don’t know whether you’re morbidly fascinated, incredibly turned on, or both.

Then he growls in your ear and your body locks up.

“Pretty girl.”

Mouth drying out, your heart hammers in your chest as flashes of that day bleed through. Max’s monstrous face dripping with blood. The hunger clouding his brown eyes to crimson. How he held Janet much in the same way as he held you now before taking her life.

“Hey,” Max says, lighter, concerned, and you let air back into your lungs. He’s slid his hand from your pants, pressure warm and comforting on your stomach. “Are you okay? Did I…I said something wrong, didn’t I?” he asks, wrapping his arms around you and holding you tight as your breathing regulates. 

“You…you called me that when…” you finally say when your vision isn’t blurring around the edges. The deep breath and plosive exhale against your neck precedes his hands moving in gentle paths.

“Shit, I ruined a positively adorable nickname,” he grumbles into your skin, and despite the adrenaline still thrumming in your veins you catch your own exasperated smile in the mirror. His weight shifts from foot to foot, the soothing warmth of his body and the gentle rocking easing you back into comfort.

“So vampires aren’t cold?” you ask, Max’s smile pressing into your shoulder.

“My feet? Always,” he shoots back, a line of small kisses peppering up to your ear. Taking a deep breath, you circle his wrist with your own fingers.

“Again. Say it again, Max.”

Crackling silence, then - 

“Pretty girl.”

Blood dripping from fangs, sharp and deadly.

A smarmy smile, complete with a dimple you’d stroked accidentally on more than one occasion.

“Pretty girl…”

Crimson eyes, burning with hunger.

Sparkling brown eyes, glittering with mirth after you made an especially terrible joke at his expense.

“Pretty girl.”

A monster.

Max.

You guide his stilled hand back to your waistband, and Max wastes no time sliding his fingers back where you need them most. Soft swipes in your folds drench his fingers before he slides them back into you, thumb circling your clit as his other hand pets your peaked nipples. His mouth is hot and panting into your ear as he clutches you, claims you in every way. When he hits a blinding rhythm that ratchets you up to the edge of your orgasm he slips two fingers into your mouth, exploring every hole greedily, and your tongue curls under his press. 

“Cum for me, sweetheart,” he orders, and with a wail you do, shaking hard enough that he clutches you to his chest, barking out praise of “Yes, yes, pretty girl, such a good girl, keep cumming baby,” as you let him take your weight.

“Holy fuck, Max, that was…” you gasp, the edge of your vision hazy with pleasure. He finally lets you turn in his arms, a smug smile the first thing you see.

“Incredible? Best orgasm of your life?” he offers, lifting his fingers to his mouth to lick your taste from them. You follow the motion slowly, senses thick with residual satiety. “Mmmm mmmm mmmm, and you’re delicious too. Lay on the bed, baby, I’m not done with you.”

Wide palms guide you to the edge of your bed, seating you gently as his hands cup your face. He steals another kiss, flicking his tongue in briefly to let you taste yourself. Then he’s easing you back, bringing you down to your elbows and spreading your thighs. A moment of self-consciousness makes your thighs fight against him, but a warning look relaxes your muscles.

“I hope I didn’t just catch you trying to hide this beautiful pussy from me,” Max scolds, kneeling down between your knees with a tut. You sigh and shrug shallowly, inhibitions thrown to the wind.

“Force of habit,” you say breezily, not meaning anything by it, but the phrase makes Max pause, tapping pensively on your thighs. His jaw shifts, contemplating something before he leans back to reposition the standing mirror to face you. 

“Okay, I think I’ve seen enough of your vampire party tricks,” you say, but Max is turning back to you and wrapping his hands around your knees with a strangely earnest expression.

“First time was for fun, this time I want you to see how beautiful you look,” he says, leaning in to place a kiss on your inner thigh that makes your heart leap into a gallop. “You deserve to see every ounce of how sexy you are, why you’ve driven me crazy the last eight months, all of it.” And then he licks a hot stripe deep into your folds and suckles your clit.

“Oh fuck,” you moan brokenly as Max takes his time devouring you. At first all you can look at is him, how messy his short chocolate locks are from your fingers raking through them, and the blissful turn of his brows when he hums into your cunt. His hands spread on your thighs, kneading at the flesh while he dips his head and slurps loudly. But when his eyes flick up to you  and he sees where your attention lies he pinches your outer thigh lightly, a silent gaze commanding you to look at yourself because his mouth is full.

When you finally drag your eyes up to the mirror you’re sure it’s been bewitched. How could someone so radiant, drunk off pleasure and dripping with allure, be you? Thighs splayed, pussy on full display, you can see how your lips part when Max drags his tongue through them, the obscene gape of your hole when his fingers breach you again to stroke at your g-spot. When Max spreads you further with his shoulders, making your back arch, you swear you look like a goddess of carnality, commanding all to look upon your glistening sex. It pulses heady power through you, fingers fisting Max’s hair as you begin to roll your hips against his mouth. 

“That’s it, baby, fuck yourself on me while you get off on how hot you are,” Max says throatily. Sweat sheens on your skin, making you glow, and through half-hooded eyes you admire the curves and angles of your body, the aesthetics of your form, and you see it.

You’re as gorgeous as Max said.

With a few more firm strokes of his tongue paired with frantic tapping against your g-spot you’re cumming hard, eyes locked on your shaking form until Max’s pleased groans drag your eyes back down to him. His smile is blissful, lapping into your spasming cunt over and over as he waits for you to push him away. When you do with an overstimulated hiss he leans back, shining with your arousal. Wiping his face clean with his palm, he crowds over you with a rough kiss, more teeth and tongue and punctuated with nips and growls.

“I’m about to fucking explode if I can’t be inside you, baby, not after that amazing orgasm. Do you…shit, do you need a minute? Can I rub on you until you’re ready for me?” he practically begs, hastily unbuckling his pants and shoving the last vestiges of his clothing to the ground. Climbing up your heaving body, he wraps your legs around his trim waist with a strained groan. 

“Just a…let me breathe, just a second,” you gasp, lightheaded from the force of your peak. Max murmurs his agreement as he lifts you up the bed, settling you both more comfortably on your duvet. Hovering over you, he presses restrained kisses on your shoulders while his restless hands smooth along the outside of your thighs. He’s hard and weeping precum over you, the sticky mess trailing in the creases of your thighs.

“Come here,” you rasp, easing his hips down to slot between yours, his aching cock sliding through your slicked folds. He sighs, basking in the relief of your wetness as your skin melds together. He’s hot and heavy above you, broad shoulders blocking out everything but you and Max and this gaping feeling in your chest. It’s sudden and terrifying, how open and empty it makes you feel. You’ve never needed someone this badly, wanted them with you and around you and inside you with such force. The weeks you waited for what might come for you felt like fear, but what if it had been yearning for the man you desired so strongly? 

Pulling Max down to wrap your arms around his neck, you try taking a few shaky breaths to steady yourself. Max cups the back of your neck, breathing hard in your ear.

“Please let me stay,” he asks, and the feeling swells as tears prickle in your eyes. “Please always invite me in, and look at me like you know me, and let me protect you…” Max’s voice chokes up into his throat, his hips rolling faster against you as he pulls back enough to line up with your entrance. 

“Please stay, Max. Please,” you reply, and with that he fills you with long, deep strokes that push that powerful feeling down. It’s replaced with the fire of his body finally on yours, all-encompassing. He pushes up on his elbows to watch you, your hands coming to cup his face.

“Always. You’ll have to…look up ways to get rid of me,” he scoffs, the mood lightening as he pounds into you. 

“Cross on the door, garlic in the window?” you manage to pant back, raking your fingernails through the short hairs at the base of his neck. 

“A restraining order,” he huffs back, finally moving to rock his hips into you.

Fucking Max was like grasping a live wire and reveling in the electricity coursing through you. Each stroke is sharp and precise, punctuated with Max’s deep grunts and groans. It’s like nothing you’ve experienced before, used to a fast pounding that leaves you wanting. Every time Max pulls away from you only makes your need grow, clawing at his back to bring him closer, closer to you, even more inside you than he already is. 

“Oh fuck, pretty girl, you’re the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt,” Max says brokenly, tonguing your nipples and gasping against the pillowy flesh of your tits as he grinds deep inside you. Rocking your hips under him, you rub your clit against his pubic bone to pull another orgasm closer to the surface. “Yes, gorgeous, cum on me, I’m so close, fuck, I’m gonna give it to you baby, make you cum like this every fucking night.”

Your mouth is too dry, throat too hoarse to voice anything about Max’s rambling promises. He picks up speed, sitting back on his knees so he can watch your breasts bounce with his thrusts. He’s sinful all fucked out like this, neck straining, pulling you back against his powerful thrusts.

“Gonna cum, pretty girl, gonna cum on these delicious tits,” he growls, swiping his fingers over your clit fast enough that your third orgasm rockets to the forefront. With a handful of grinding rolls of his hips you’re cumming with a stuttering cry, gripping his cock as he curses through it. The moment you relax he takes himself in hand and two strokes have him spilling on your chest. Splatters paint your breasts, droplets funneling into the swells and smearing down your stomach. 

“That was so hot,” Max groans, coming down heavily on one hand by your head. For a moment you can only press your foreheads together, but soon Max captures your kiss again, this time lazier, slower, sticky with sweetness that slips down your throat to warm you inside out.

“Sorry, made a mess,” he whispers, a final soft peck before he stumbles back to dig out a handkerchief from his pants pocket. With a few swipes he’s cleaned himself from you, promising a shower as soon as he’s got more than three brain cells and his muscles will listen to him. Flopping down next to you on the bed, he pulls you into his arms and surrounds you in him once again.

“I’ll last longer next time,” he promises, making you snicker into his chest. Your heart also sings.

“Then I’ll look forward to next time,” you murmur, kissing him just below his collarbone. His chest jumps under your mouth.

“Well, next time might be in like…five minutes,” he boasts, making you crane your neck to look at his smug smile.

“Vampires have no refractory period?” you ask with a smirk. He tilts his head down, bumping your noses together.

“I wish. Maye a half hour, if I’m being realistic.” He snuggles you closer, draping an arm over your back and tracing mysterious patterns on your spine. “But then again tomorrow. And the next day. And the one after that.”

You lay in silence for a moment before speaking.

“I could get used to that.”

Max’s kiss, full of promise, makes you think he feels the same.

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[sashi-ya]

Heya, Sashi! 💗Aaaaa I am so excited for your royal!au event, I love the prompts you chose, they all look so interesting! If it's fine, may I please request a nsfw katakuri x fem!reader? I don't know how to describe this prompt but may it please be where katakuri is a prince and the reader is a maid, and they both have been keeping a secret relationship for a long time? If you don't want to go that route, you can always choose a different prompt, it's all up to you! ❤️ As for kinks, may I please ask for size kink and creampie? 👀 No worries if you don't want to do this request! Thanks a bunch in advance and please take breaks in between writing! Even a god of smut such as yourself needs rest here and there hehe~ 💗

aaaah you are so sweet, so so so sweet with me!! I love you baby!! That being said, my sweet brujita, here I am with your Kata request :3 I hope you enjoy this smutty yet romantic fic I wrote for you! 💖 thank u for your support and waiting so long (I'm sorry for that T-T). In any case please enjoy!! 💖💖

👑 Oh, Royal Lust Event ~ Royals AU event.

𝒏𝒔𝒇𝒘 ~ 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆! 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒓𝒊 𝒙 𝑭! 𝑴𝒂𝒊𝒅! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ~ 𝑨 𝑫𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕

tw: nsfw. size kink (you can imagine kata is as big as he is, or he is more "human" big, or, reader is big but not that much as him. It's not specified, hope that makes sense). Romantic smut. Oral, fingering, kissing, teasing. Maid uniform. creampie.

wc: 2.1k

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As sweet as donuts, that tall man has always been.

It started whenever you less expected, but it was like a miracle. For you, for him.

Charlotte Katakuri, the prince. Son of Charlotte Linlin, the severe Queen of Totto Land, a prosperous nation in the centre of Europe. A man so strong, so perfect before his brothers’ eyes. A man nobody would think that may be in love so deeply with someone from such a different world like you. His maid. Servitude, and the love of his life.

But, romances like those must be kept in secret…

A secret many thinks shouldn’t be ever exposed, a secret that’s sometimes painful to keep, yet sometimes as exciting as it can be when it comes to intimacy.

Oh, the risk of being found.

Oh, the adrenaline of sharing a kiss in a place where anyone can see you.

Oh, lustful neediness, his touch, his heavy touch. The deep voice and his sharp fangs grazing your neck…

“Excuse me, Katakuri-sama. Your merienda is ready” you announce, knocking at the door, waiting for him to open.  “Come on in…” his deep, manly voice claims from inside.

The creaking sounds of the wooden portal that slowly fills the ambience announces your entrance to his special room. The only maid allowed to step inside, is you.

Katakuri is lying on his special cushions, with his back against it. It’s not surprising to you that he is doing so, even if most of the people in his land believe he never, ever, sleeps on his back and neither he rests. But, he is, to you, the most imperfect perfect being that your eyes have ever had the blessing of seeing.

“Hi, love”  he murmurs, and even if you can’t see his mouth as it is covered by a furry scarf, you know there is a smile plastered on his lips. “Hi…” you purr, crawling to his side and leaving the cart full of donuts and sweet treats.

His warm embrace receives your frame. Cuddling over his chest, not before moving away the many military medals that hang from his clothing, you ask him how his day has been.

Your lover puts down his scarf to kiss the crown of your head, and after he sighs to ease the stress of the day he simply lets a “good” slip out of his mouth.

You frown, is not that he is the most talkative person in this world, but you notice he is acting slightly different today. “Is everything ok?” you whisper, dragging your body -that’s pretty small compared to his- over his chest.

His full lashes, that met his eyebags, quiver a little before he opens his eyelids. “I’m tir-“ he dares to lie, to you, the person that knows every little detail of him, every little secret. Your lips met his, shushing him with a lovely peck.

“You aren’t, don’t try to lie to me” you whine with your mouth barely grazing his. Up until in an attempt to act innocently, suddenly realizing his heavy palms are resting over the small of your back and he is pressing you down against his body.

You blink a couple of times, and a smirk garnishes your face. “Ah… playful?” you suggest, with a rather naughty tone. “What do you think?” he asks, this time pressing the tip of his nose against yours with a snigger.

“But… your merienda?”

“I’m sure I can pass merienda time today, I’ve been traveling all around this continent for the sake of this country… I don’t think they will come to bother me”

It was good to know Kata won’t be bother with more work, but it was ever better to know you will have this man for you, and only for you, for more than barely a half an hour.

He sits back, pulling you up and sitting you over his crossed legs. Your body fits perfectly on his lap, and you admire his cranberry eyes looking at you with a sweetness as sugary as cream and lust as hot as hell.

His hands brush your hair back, always so delicately since he is aware of the difference in sizes of both. “Wanna have a full merienda with me, (Name)?” he asks, as if it was really necessary, but that’s Katakuri always a gentleman.

“Hell yes, love ~” you moan, biting your lower lip and winking at him. And biting your lip is even more attractive to him than the most sweet and exquisite doughnut in this world.

“Biting your lip, huh?” he asks, as his fingers trace a path from your shoulder to your belly, and from there to the back of the knot that holds your apron tight around your waist.

But he doesn’t take it out, apparently he wants you dressed, perhaps only with that fine white covering and the cute little skirt of your uniform… and nothing else…

Hands that then migrate to your thighs, discovering pleasantly the absence of panties covering your sex. “You-“ he stutters, nervously but already in heaven to damp his hand in your arousal.

You give him a rogue little laugh covering your mouth with your hands and a naughty eyelash fluttering from the side. Your thigh highs, carving little bumps on your skin, also make him go insane. This isn’t at all your usual uniform, but you have chosen for today just in case your lover was feeling a little playful… and indeed, he is.

“Do you expect me not to die from this, (Name)? I’m old already!” he scolds you, more as a joke than a real statement. Of course, he is not old, may be a little bit than you, but, not old at all.

“Show me then how experienced you are, master~” you purr, biting once again your lip. Owning, now, for him to top you in a matter of seconds. His huge frame creates a shadow over you, he blocks the light coming from the lamps over the ceiling. Your hands don’t lose no time, and as soon as possible they are working efficiently to unbutton his long prince coat.

“This has to go” you mumble, as the last button is off the eyelet. He lets you run the sleeves off his muscular -and tattooed, a secret you only know-arms.

The sweet scent of his skin invades your nostrils, somehow this man smells like a chocolatey mochi dessert, and you love it. “Mmhh… that perfume you wear, babe… you smell so delicious. I wanna bite you” you tell him, lifting your neck to graze the tip of your nose on the skin of his pecs.

“You wanna bite me? I think the one who is gonna bite something is me! I’m hungry, you know… and I haven’t had my merienda yet…” he whispers, coming closer to your lips, making you shiver in pure need.

Katakuri kisses your neck, slowly, as if he was enjoying the most delicious treat of all. Sometimes his sharp fangs delicately grazing your skin. The pulse of your carotids is something he can even feel over the tip of his tongue as your heart beats faster, excitedly.

His palm goes up your leg, until your thighs and then dive to inner part of them. Warm flesh, trapping his hand, feeling how it slides up, up to your sex. Digits playfully burying inside your folds, searching for your pleasure button. Fingertip to the clit, tracing circles while he inhales your little whimpers as he is back to kiss your lips.

You are turn to putty under his touch, he knows exactly what his lover likes, what you enjoy, and what makes you get to heaven…

He plays up and down with the slippery products of your amorousness, enjoying how your eyes turn white when he slides one of his fingers inside you. Entrance and walls stretching just enough to receive his finger, but not enough to receive his sex.

“Want me to make love to you, babe?” he asks, because he knows that he will have to go the extra mile. Katakuri is aware of his size, and he also knows how to prep you, perfectly.

“Yes, please. Make love to me, my love” you moan, hastily breathing as he goes in and out of your entrance, with beckoning motions. “Sure, my love… spread for me, ok?” he commands, lovingly, spreading your legs and sliding himself down on you.

When the tip of his tongue touches your dripping core, you squirm and try to supress a pleading whine without success. “Shh… baby~” he calmly tells you, even if for him your whines sound like the most beautiful symphonies.

Not only his mouth works with your sex, but also his fingers. He needs you to be as dilated as possible and you are getting there, excited, and anxious to feel the pressuring intrusion of his manhood stretching your walls.

But, of course, before such thing your lover needs you to come for him. “My angel, come for me… come on” he orders you, with oral skills as dangerous as delectable. And it’s dangerous, because his mouth and the grazing of his sharp fangs can destroy you as well as make you fall in pure rapture status.

And you do, squirming, arching your back, pulling from his crimson hair as you come in his mouth.

“Good girl…” he congratulates you on your past orgasm, seizing your current state to penetrate you soon after. “Can I?” he asks, properly, as the prince he is.

“Please ~” you barely articulate, taking a look at his black royal pants fall to the ground completely. Hard, dripping, and bigger than always stands menacing his manhood. He is ready to bury in you, deep, deeper. To feel your walls, clench around him, to enjoy the bulge forming on your lower belly as he thrusts in you.

He turns you to the side, your temple resting on his bicep, your length leg lifted up by him. The prince tip searches for your entrance alone, it doesn’t need guiding. It gets damped by the rests of your last orgasm and new fluids of your concupiscence. Pure love in your eyes, fixing your gazes on the other’s as he goes slowly, so slowly inside you.

Just a little bit it’s enough to make you shiver again, turning your skin all bumpy, and your eyes white. A few inches more, and your forehead gets pressed against his. Some more of his length, and you are biting his lips, puling from him, breathing in his little whimpers of pleasure.

Kata moves in and out of you, even if he is not fully inside you. And even if you could say that’s enough to make you come once more, you want him deeper. He wants to be deeper too. Mix in one, melt in just the embodiment of passion and secret love.

“Deeper” you beg when you are ready. “Deeper?” he moans, with eyes shut tight and pure bliss. The eternal serious frown on his face turn into a rhapsodic countenance every time he is buried into you.

“Yes, please. All in…” you plead, carving marks with your nails on the skin of his wide back. “O-ok, babe…” he barely answers, short of breath, holding back from breaking you in half. However, since you want it, he will comply to his goddess…

Inside he goes, full length that makes you feel as your body is being tearing in half. And it doesn’t hurt, is not painful. It’s heavenly, is the depiction of utmost ravish.

Thrusts that create a pressure on your womb, the stretching feeling of your skin. You moan with wet lips sloppily over his ear. He kisses your shoulder, even biting sometimes while fucking you so roughly and perfectly.

You can feel the bump, and he does too as your belly is pressed against his muscular abdomen. Both getting there, to cloud nine, to the peak of pleasure, to bursting.

“Can I fill you up, babe?” he asks, desperately as you begin to spasm while reaching climax. Surprisingly he asked, because you want it, you want his seed to bathe your walls as the healing balsam after so much action. “Please, do. I want you to fill me up, my dear prince”

He shivers too, and letting himself go, climax strikes upon him too. Squirming inside you, creating even more pressure, filling the little spaces left on your womb with his warm release and an “I love you” coming from his mouth he finishes.

“I love you too, my sweet mochi ~”

Oh, by the way… you noticed every mirror on his room covered with a white cloth… do you have any idea why? Perhaps you had an ally there, but sometimes even those aren’t allowed to presence what the prince does during his merienda time…

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The relief washes over you with the cool air of the hallway. With all the bodies, Tony’s barroom grew unbearably warm. Your hormones don’t help as sweat beads beneath your curls and makes your scalp itch.

You smile at Coco and Candy as they pass, exchanging smiles as they continue their conversation, “...might help me tune him out…”

You don’t ponder on the snippet and carry on to the bathroom. You knock just in case and inch open the door. As you do, a hand plants on the wood, an arm reaching under yours as a body presses to your back and urges you inside.

You gasp as Peter shuts the door and turns you against the sink, grinning at his reflection over your shoulder.

“Kitten…” he drawls and nuzzles the cap sleeve of your dress, “you having fun?”

You hold back your irritation, your moment of solitary spoiled as usual. You force a smile as you grip the rim of the sink. “Yes, honey, I was just going to freshen up.”

“Mmm, you look perfect, mommy,” he snakes his arms around you and gropes your tits, squeezing as he sways you and kisses the back of your neck, “don’t you, mommy?”

“Peter,” you keep your hands on the porcelain, “there’s a lot going on–”

“So, that means know one will know,” he purrs and grinds his pelvis into your ass, “just let me have a little. I’m so hard for you, mommy, can’t you feel it?”

You lower your chin to hide your discomfort, “yes, I can, honey.”

You let him guide you back as you cling to the sink. He angles you so you're slightly bent, the balls of your feet aching beneath you. His hands dance down to your skirt and he pulls back to smack your ass with both. He kneads and gives a snarl, once more rubbing his crotch against you.

He tugs up your skirt and gathers it over your ass. He tuts and pinches you, “mommy, you’re so naughty.”

He bunches your skirt in one hand and his other trails down to feel along your folds, exposed between the open trim of your underwear. The ones he chose. He tickles you, prodding around and swirling around your clit. You inhale sharply and hold it in.

“Mmm, mommy, you know, you really made me mad,” he shoves his fingers into you and you squeak, “you really shouldn’t do that.” He pulls his fingers out and lifts them, showing them to you in the mirror before slipping them in his mouth, “you’re lucky you taste so good.”

He drops his hand again, tightening his grasp on your dress as he lines up his feet and pulls apart his fly. His tip glosses down your ass and he pokes at your cunt. Your thighs clench as he enters you with a long groan. He snaps his hips the last few inches and your heels scuff on the tile.

“Oh, mommy, you feel so good around me,” he moves his hand to your shoulder, arching your back deeper as he gives a mean thrust, “don’t I feel good, mommy?”

“Yes, honey,” you say to the drain as your arms shake.

“Yeah, uh, you feel so good, like a sweet cherry pie,” he ruts into you impatiently, flesh slapping loudly and echoing off the pristine walls, “oh, mommy, let me see your tits, please.”

You cringe and pick at the buttons along the front of your dress. His pelvis claps against you as tiny mewls escape your lips, your hips aching with his furious intrusion. You part the front of your dress and pull down the cups, your chest spilling over the underwire. 

He growls and fucks you harder, scooping his hand under your arm to squeeze your tit, rolling the nipple between his fingers, “mommy, you’re so sexy,” he rasps between deep puffs, “so fucking sexy.”

[world-of-aus]

Pairing: pornstar!bucky x pornstar!reader

Warnings: smut 18+ Minors DNI (cockwarming, pet names, alludes to smut)

A/n: surprise surprise I have fallen behind, but anyway here's day 2! Worry not I will continue to get these pieces out but for how long they may be, well I just can't say! I've gotten a promotion and it's taking up most of my time, but I still itch to get these pieces I've written out so hopefully you'll still enjoy 💋

He’s got one hand on your thigh, the other curled around the bunched-up fabric of your black silk dress. He’s asked you to be his eyes, but you’re not sure your fit for the job when they threaten to roll back everytime he pulses inside of you to let you know he’s there’s, to remind you what the two of you are doing in the darkened night club.

“Keep them open for me baby,” he murmurs against the skin behind your ear, “gotta let me know when someone’s coming this way.” You lean into the wet press of his lips, “Bucky, baby they’re gonna know if they come over here, please let’s just go.”

He answers you with a quiet “mm mmm, quite comfortable where I am actually, got you sat all nice in my lap – stuffed full of my cock.”

Your lips part on a choked noise as he shifts in the leather seat, the movement sheathing him further inside of you. A quick little thrust that has your head reeling. “C’mon baby stay strong,” he chuckles as he leans his head against yours, keeping yours from resting back and really giving way to the others what the two of you are doing, “we barely just got here, besides weren’t ’t you the one that said we should come out and mingle with the others?”

You regretted those words the second Buck offered you his lap as a place for you to sit. “Buck please,” you whine hoping that if you begged enough the brunette may give In and put you out of your misery. He could take you in this very seat, the restroom, or even the grimy alley as long as he was fucking you.

“C’mon baby,” he all but purrs in your ear the sound threatening to break your composure, “do it for me, be my perfect little cockslut and keep me ready for you, promise ill give it to you real good when we get home.”

His fingers find your chin when you begin to whine, you poor needy little thing, cock warming never seemed to be enough for you anymore. Getting to feel him inside of you wasn’t enough anymore; even when he was filling you, you still felt empty.

“Buck please,” you beg pressing your head into his, “take me home baby.” He chuckles low pressing a wet kiss to the side of your head, “you had the opportunity to stay home,” he murmurs with another kiss to your head, “but you’re so worried about what stark may think of our absence,” he tsks.

He shifts beneath you again drawing another low whine from you, “hush now baby, Steve and Sam are making there way over.”

Your eyes flick up to see Steve and Sam’s eyes already on yours, a smirk kissing each of there lips. They knew.

“You alright there y/n,” Sam is the first to question, “yeah you’re looking a little stiff,” Steve adds with a snicker. You remain cool even as they take a seat beside you and Bucky, Buckys arms going around your middle as he adjusts you on his lap.

Your unsure how you pull it off, how you manage to bite back the moan that threatened to spill past your lips at the movement. He settles then, and you think you may be able to make it through the night even with the sudden quick pulses you feel of him still showing you he’s there.

You even let yourself believe for a moment after the four of you get lost in conversation that you were simply imagining your friends being aware of what the two of you are doing.

It isn’t till Steve is leaning in close, that you realize just how mistaken you are, “you look like you’re ready for a ride sweetheart.” When your eyes find his, it’s all Peary whites and gleaming eyes, the knot in your throat suddenly becomes harder to swallow, “she’s been ready to ride since we got here,” Bucky chimes in.

A low whistle sounds from your other side, warmth floods your cheeks as you look down at the drink in your hands, “oh come on now,” Sam teases, “don’t go all shy on us now, take him for a ride, show us what you’re working with.”

Bucky chuckles leaning forward to press a wet kiss to your cheek, “sorry Boys but this ride isn’t for the public eye, ain’t that right sweetheart?”

You’re nodding your head not trusting yourself to speak, “you ready to get out of here?”

You were more than ready but that fact didn’t stop you from asking if he’d take you in the restroom before the two of you made your way out.

“whatever you want baby, whatever you want.”