#but i’ll do it idc i’m not giving an inch

[cats-in-the-clouds]

it’s important to try very hard to be as patient and understanding and reasonable as possible and i tell myself aw c’mon how hard can it really be to just chill out and be nice? but every now and it hits me again how we’re all being subjected to a mass gaslighting campaign and then i’m like ah that’s why i’m exhausted deep in my soul all the time. i’m being made to think i’m utterly insane for wanting words to have actual meanings so maybe that makes me a bit cranky y’know

[flowerxbunnie]

hiyaaaa :)))

request : y/n and matt are friends, they both have craaaazzyyy sexual tension that they’ve been denying. one night after finally coming to terms w it, they play strip poker to see who caves first. (idc who caves first, bc ik id be folding like origami!!) then they get reallll nasty and YOU MUST include what we talked ab 😈😈 i’m begging on my knees, i need that witchcraft

Strip For Me

Matt x Fem reader

Warnings: SMUTTY SMUT. Friends to lovers, strip poker, spit, etc etc etc

DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT OKAY WITH SMUT OR ARE A MINOR!

super long! like 5000 words oops

Matt’s POV

“UNO!” Chris yells, making all of us jump in our chairs. “MATT DIDN’T CALL IT!”

I huff as I throw my card onto the table, losing yet another game of Uno against Y/n, Nick, and Chris.

“Poor Matty, you literally always forget to call it. It’s too easy.” Y/n laughs, throwing her head back and squeezing her eyes shut.

Game night never fails to piss me off. Chris is too competitive, I swear Nick cheats and changes rules without telling anyone, and Y/n thinks it’s so funny when I lose.

“You better watch it,” I tease, glaring at her from across the table.

“Oh yeah, or what?” she bites back while narrowing her eyes.

Nick and Chris exchange looks and then look between the two of us. I stand up and make my way around to her chair, pulling it out from under the table.

“What are you doing??” she drops her cards and pulls her legs to her chest, interlocking her fingers around them so she’s curled into a ball.

I slip an arm around her thighs and the other around her back and pick her up. Her grip breaks and she’s fighting and thrashing while calling me every name under the sun. I can’t contain my laughter as I carry her to the couch, throwing her down onto a pile of pillows and blankets.

“MATTHEW NO!” she kicks and screams, already knowing what’s coming.

“You asked for it,” I chuckle out and start tickling her stomach.

Her gorgeous giggle echoes through the room and soon enough all four of us are gasping for air in a fit of laughter.

“Matt PLEASE…. ple- MATT!!” she can barely get her words out, her eyes watering and her arms clutched over her stomach.

“You think that’s gonna stop me?” I grab her hands and sit in a straddle position over her legs, pinning her arms above her head with one of my hands.

“Nick, get your fucking brother!” she yells as she tries to wiggle out from under my grasp.

“I have no involvement in this,” Nick says throwing his hands up and laughing.

“Don’t even ask me, I’m not getting caught in a tickle fight,” Chris says before gathering all the cards and shuffling them.

I do my best evil smile down at her before bringing my free hand to hover just between her armpit and ribcage, her most ticklish spot, and wiggling my fingers right above her skin.

“Should I do itttt?” I say in a singsong voice, inching my hand closer and closer.

“Pleaseeee don’t! Matt I’m begging!” She whines, her eyes flicking up to look at me through her lashes.

She gives up her squirming and fighting and just bats her eyes at me. It feels like time stopped. I’m sitting on top of my best friend, arms pinned above her head with those eyes that scream “please fuck me.”

Maybe the feelings aren’t as mutual as I think, but if I was given the opportunity I would jump on her so fucking fast. There’s a tension when we’re around each other that I can almost feel.

“Matt! Get off of me dickhead!” She slaps my arm and snaps me out of whatever trance I was in.

“Next time keep your little remarks to yourself, I win more than you do anyway.” I laugh as I stand up and walk back to my spot at the table.

“That’s just objectively wrong.” She says as she pulls herself up and follows behind me before pulling her chair back up to the table.

“Gotta agree with Y/n. Matt’s just a sore loser.” Nick says as he stands up and stretches his arms above his head. “I’m tired as fuck, I’m going to sleep. Please don’t break anything down here.” He begs as he walks off to his room.

“I’ll play a couple more and then I’m gonna hit the hay too,” Chris yawns as he deals out the next round of cards.

I grab my stack and look up to see Y/n’s gaze already locked onto mine wearing a look I can’t quite read. Just as quickly as our eyes lock she looks back down like nothing happened.

Y/n’s POV

“Goodniiiight!” I yell out to Chris as he walks off to his room.

He throws his hand up in a wave without turning back and I wait until I hear his door shut. I turn back to look at Matt in his spot across the table, his elbows on the table and his head in his hands.

“What’s wrong, someone doesn’t know how to take a loss?” I ask in a mockingly sweet voice.

“It’s not even fucking fair, you guys cheat and then act like I’m sooo bad at the game.” He drops his hands and looks up at me.

He’s so fucking hot when he’s all worked up and angry, and it’s so easy to push his buttons. I still can’t seem to shake the weird feeling I got after he threw me on the couch earlier. He literally picked me up like I weighed nothing. And looking up at him while his chain dangled over my face made my stomach twist into knots. I’ve always thought Matt was attractive, it’s hard not to. I swear I even catch him looking at me sometimes. But he’s my best friend and I can’t jeopardize that, who knows if he even feels the same? For all I know he could think of me like a sister and I’m just overthinking everything.

But for some reason I decide to keep pushing him tonight.

“Maybe you’re just not good? It’s okay to admit it.” I shrug and start putting all the cards back into the box.

His hands hit the table and when I look up at him his face is filled with annoyance.

“I can literally beat you at any other game.”

“I doubt it Matty. It’s okay though!” I smile and try to hold in my laughter.

He stays silent for a good 30 seconds while I take the box of cards back to the bookshelf. When I come back to the table to grab my phone he stands up and leans onto the table, the muscles in his arms flexing underneath the light above us.

“What about poker? You know how to play?” He asks, his voice low and raspy.

“Do you know who you’re talking to? Of course I know how to play,” I answer, sitting back in my seat instead of retreating upstairs like I had planned. “It wouldn’t even be fair to you honestly.”

He scoffs, turning around to go to the bookshelf. He moves a few items around before grabbing a deck of playing cards and walks back to the table. He tosses the box down and it slides across the table before it stops in front of me.

“I think I’m pretty good too,” he starts, sitting in his chair and leaning back, “I mean I can think of a few things that would make it worth playing..”

My heart jumps in my chest because I know exactly what he’s going to say.

“Have you ever played strip poker?”

I try to keep my cool but I can feel my cheeks burning at the thought of undressing in front of Matt.

“No.. not yet anyway,” I try to answer back as nonchalant as possible, like he has no effect on me.

“So you’re in? You can say no if you want.” His voice softens a bit, but the look in his eyes remains just as dark as before.

“Are you dealing the cards or am I?” I huff as I grab the box and rip it open.

A smirk spreads across his face as he nods his head in my direction. I shuffle the cards and try to keep my hands as steady as possible but they’re definitely shaking. I deal us five cards each and sit the deck in the middle of the table between us.

We both pick up our cards and look over them. I already have a pair of 5’s and an ace, so I lay down the other two and draw two from the deck. Matt lays one card down and draws one. I look up from my hand to see Matt smirking, his slender fingers tapping against the edge of his cards.

“3.. 2.. 1..” He speaks slowly.

We both lay our cards down; I have my pair of 5’s and ended up getting a pair of aces. Matt has four 8’s. Fuck.

“Go ahead.” He sits back in his chair and bites the inside of his cheek with a grin.

I stand up and decide to tease just a little bit. I run my hands down my sides and grab at the hem of my sweatshirt, pulling it up ever so slightly to show the skin of my stomach. His eyes widen and watch my every move.

“Uh, y-you don’t have to start with your shirt,” he says while readjusting in his chair.

“I know. But I want to..” I say in a seductive voice while slowly pulling my shirt up.

I bring it all the way over my head and toss it revealing the tank top I have on underneath before I sit back down giggling.

He relaxes and I hear him let out a breath before grabbing the cards and shuffling them. “I’ll deal this hand.”

After he deals five cards each and we go through the process of throwing some out and redrawing, we lay down the next set. Matt has nothing, which shocks me because he really didn’t seem too stressed. I have a pair of queens.

“Your turnnnn.” I say with a big grin.

He reaches under the table and comes back up with his socks, tossing them somewhere off into the living room.

“Not fair,” I pout, bringing the cards into a pile.

“Socks are clothes, no?” He chuckles and pushes his hair out of his face.

We go through the next few rounds stripping off whatever we could that didn’t feel too risky. Rings, bracelets, watches. We both have nothing left to take off besides the big hitters. I’m dealing the next hand and I say a silent prayer to myself that Matt takes the first big loss.

I have a 5, 6, jack, 8, and 9. I decide I want to risk throwing the jack away to try for a straight. Matt tosses three of his and I try to gauge his reaction. Again, nothing at all but a blank stare. I hope I’m doing just as well with my poker face.

We both lay our cards out. I didn’t end up getting the straight, but I drew a king. Matt doesn’t have anything either so we’re forced to go for who has the highest card.

“I have a queen! Get to it,” he says smugly while interlocking his fingers behind his head and sitting back.

I almost open my mouth to tell him that a king is worth more than a queen, but the anticipation is getting to be too much for me. Watching him as he stares at me from across the table, seeing his long fingers gripping his cards, his smirks, his hair falling over his eyes as he concentrates on his next move. It’s been doing something to me, and I’ve had a heat growing between my thighs for a while now. Why not let him think he won this one and speed things up a bit?

“Damn it!” I say in the most convincing voice of annoyance that I could muster.

I stand up from my seat and watch as his eyes follow along, glazed over and half lidded. I hook my fingers into the elastic band of my sweatpants and slowly pull them to the floor, my light purple lace underwear now on full display. I turn around on purpose and toss my pants over the back of the couch, bouncing on my feet a little to make my ass jiggle. I hear him let out a breath and look over at him as he sits up straighter in his chair.

“Nice panties.” he says in a flat voice, trying to play cool as if I can’t see the half chub in his jeans.

“Thanks.” I reciprocate his energy and sit back down, the cold metal against my legs giving me chills.

We go through the motions again, eyeing each other for any signs of hesitation before laying our next set down. I have a full house, three 4’s and two aces. Matt has a pair of 7’s.

He huffs and scoots his chair back, starting to pull up his shirt.

“Uh uh! Stand up, it’s part of the rules,” I tease.

“You and Nick with your random rule changes.” He shakes his head but stands anyway, lifting his shirt over his head.

His toned stomach flexes as he throws it. I’ve seen him shirtless a million times. I’ve been to the pool with them, spent days at the beach- hell, even just him walking around the house. But with all the tension in the room I can’t help but stare a little harder. I move my eyes down to his happy trail and I have to bite my lip as I feel myself getting wet at the sight of him. He sits back down and shoots a knowing grin my way while shuffling the cards again.

The next round is played out and we’re getting ready to show our sets. I already know I’m fucked because I have absolutely nothing, but I really don’t care about the game at this point. We both lay out our cards and peer across the table.

Matt has a set of four. He keeps his head down and looks up at me through his brows, his bottom lip between his teeth.

I stand up and grab a strap from my tank top, slipping it down my shoulder. I hold eye contact and I swear I can see his pupils dilating and constricting like crazy. I grab the other strap and slip it down my other shoulder, my own fingertips giving me goosebumps with how slow I’m going in order to tease him. I pull them both back up and slide my hands down to the hem, pulling it up my abdomen slowly. His eyes dart up my body and he adjusts himself in his pants. I swear I could become addicted to the way his eyes soak me in.

My heart is nearly beating out of my chest as I pull the fabric over my breasts, making sure to hold it tight against me so they bounce as they fall out. I pull it the rest of the way over my head and let it fall to the floor before moving back to my seat.

“Holy shit, I… I thought you were wearing a bra,” he stutters out, “not that I’m complaining because… I just thought the game would.. holy fuck they’re perfe-”

“Hmm, thanks Matthew.” I say cutting him off.

He gulps and nods before wiggling in his seat. He grabs the deck and starts to shuffle them, cards flying out every now and again and his cheeks burning a bright red color. I can’t help but grow even wetter watching the effect I have on him just from taking my top off.

He gets the cards situated and starts dealing them out, his eyes flicking up to my chest every now and again as he tries to keep his focus. I pick up my hand and somehow I have six cards. I look over and he has four. I let out a soft giggle and hold my cards up.

“We’re supposed to have 5 each, Matty.”

“Oh shit. Sorry.”

He adds another card to his hand and I grab one of mine to hand back to him. My fingers brush against his and I swear my entire body pulses.

He suddenly sits his cards down and pushes himself to his feet, his chair making a scratching sound across the floor as it pushes back. He runs his fingers along the table as he makes his way to my side. He stands next to me and I crane my neck up to look at him, his eyes full of hunger.

“How about we call off the game?” He asks in a whisper as his hand reaches up to swipe a thumb across my bottom lip. “I can’t concentrate with you sitting here like this across from me.”

I gasp as the tip of his thumb enters my mouth, pressing down on my tongue before pulling it back out.

“Thought you’d never ask,” I whisper back, turning towards him as I stand up, running my hands up his chest along the way.

I glide my hands over his collarbones before wrapping my arms around his neck, loosely intertwining my fingers behind his head. His fingertips softly graze my waist, my skin on fire under his touch. He brings his forehead down to meet mine, our eyes locked on one another as we breathe in sync.

“I need to hear you say it.” he whispers as his hands settle on my hips.

“Say what, Matthew?”

“That you’re okay with this. That you want it as much as I do.”

“I want it Matt, I have for a long time.”

His breath shudders and he pulls me closer, his erection throbbing against my thigh. He disconnects our foreheads, pulling back to look from my eyes to my lips and back up.

“I need you in my room,” he breathes out before looping his arms around my thighs and picking me up. His hands are teasingly close to my ass as he walks to his room, shutting and locking the door with one hand before letting me down in front of his bed.

Without warning his hands are gripping my face and he slams his lips against mine. Everything else ceases to exist as our tongues swirl together, our bodies so close together we almost feel like one person. His hands slide down from my face to my jaw, then to my throat causing me to let a moan escape into his lips. He hums in response and adds a little pressure, and my knees feel like they could buckle and give up on me. This feels so naughty, my best friend touching me in all the places I’ve wanted him to for so long.

I pull away from the kiss and drop to my knees in front of him, placing kisses down the hot skin of his stomach. I lick a stripe up his happy trail and his eyes bore into me as I undo his button and zipper. I slide his jeans down and they pool around his ankles before he kicks them off. I run my nails up and down his thighs, watching as his body reacts and his dick twitches under the fabric of his boxers. I trail my hands up, running my palm across his hard length before wrapping my hand around it and hearing him sigh my name under his breath.

His eyes are blown out with need, the blue irises barely visible. He reaches down and places his hand over my own, tightening my grip around his cock and moving my hand back and forth.

“You drive me fucking crazy, Y/n.” He groans and starts rocking his hips against my hand.

“Yeah? Do something about it then.” I say and move my other hand to start pulling his boxers down.

He lets out a moan at my words, throwing his head back a bit as his cock springs up in front of my face.

He grips my chin and tilts my head up, bucking his hips forward so his length rubs across my face. I stick my tongue out as he brings it back down, feeling the veins that run all the way to his tip. I open my mouth to take only his head in, sucking lightly and keeping my head still. I grip my hand around his base and pull him back out of my mouth, kitten licking the underside of his head, eliciting a shaky breath from him as he brings his hands to wrap into my hair.

“Such a fucking tease,” he draws out.

I just smile and move my tongue all the way to the base and flatten my tongue, licking all the way up and kissing the his tip. I continue teasing him for a minute or two, loving the beautiful sounds that fall past his lips. I can tell he wanted nothing more than to shove his dick down my throat, but Matt is too much of a gentleman for that.

I take his entire length into my mouth, his head touching my uvula and making me gag around him. He sucks in sharply and his fingers tighten around the roots of my hair. I keep going, bobbing my head back and forth and hollowing my cheeks around him. He lightly thrusts into my mouth, matching my speed. His jaw hangs slack and he starts panting as his dick becomes incredibly hard, twitching and throbbing in my mouth. He pulls my head back and my mouth makes a popping sound around his head.

“Fuck, almost made me finish in your mouth baby. You just look so pretty with your lips wrapped around me.” he says as he strokes my hair.

He grabs my hands and pulls me to my feet, bringing his hands to my panties and pulling at them, almost a silent way of saying he needs them off. I help him get them down and he picks me up, his dick brushing against my core in the process which sends sparks through my body. He tosses me onto his bed, standing over me and taking in the sight like he’s the first man that discovered fire.

“So beautiful.” He whispers as he crawls up the bed over me, leaving kisses up both my legs and stomach, all the way up to my breasts. “Always knew you had perfect tits.”

He places a wet, warm kiss on each nipple, watching as they harden up from the stimulation. He brings his tongue to my left one and flicks it up and down and I can’t help but let out a little whine. He circles his tongue around it and looks up at me before sucking on it softly. He moves his attention to the other one and repeats his actions, but my pussy is begging for his mouth to be there instead.

“Matt, please…” I whimper out, grabbing his head and pushing down so he’ll get the hint.

“Please what?” He smirks, softly nipping and licking at the skin on my ribcage.

“N-need to feel your face between my legs,” I blush. It feels so strange to finally be able to say these things out loud.

He scoots down the bed and settles between my legs, spreading them apart and kissing his way from my knee to my upper thigh.

“So wet for your best friend, you dirty girl.” He says before placing a kiss onto my clit, my body jolting and a soft moan escaping my lips.

His narrows his tongue and runs it up and down my folds lightly before flattening it out and adding pressure, licking from the bottom to the top.

“Such a little slut letting me taste you like this. It’s so wrong..” he trails off before continuing his actions.

His words twist my stomach into knots. He’s right, I know deep down that it’s so wrong to be doing this with my best friend while his brothers are asleep in the house. But it feels so fucking good, so right.

I rake my fingers through his hair and push it back off his forehead, just taking in the sight of him working to please me. He dips down a little and sticks his tongue into my entrance, swirling it in circles as I start to clench around him.

“F-fuck.. feels so good,” I moan and buck my hips towards him, tightening my grip in his hair and pushing his tongue deeper into me.

He hums and flicks his tongue around making sure to touch every single spot he can get. He brings his thumb to my clit and sticks the rough pad of it against me, applying pressure and rubbing delicious circles.

Before I know it I am coming undone on Matt’s face, my orgasm ripping through my body unexpectedly. I cry out his name as my legs shake and tighten around his head. I’m pulling on his hair hard enough for him to let out a groan of pain, but he continues and lets me ride out my high, pulling back and breathing heavily after I relax onto the bed.

He moves up and hovers above me, his face glistening with the evidence of my orgasm. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes still dark and needy.

“You feel better now, princess? Got to cum all over your best friend’s face. God, you’re such a bad girl.”

“Mmm, don’t act like you didn’t want it just as bad as me, Matty.” I say between lazy kisses, tasting myself on his lips.

“Never said I didn’t, sweetheart.”

He grabs my legs and pushes them up, hooking both of them around his shoulders. He runs his tip through my folds, coating himself in my juices that have mixed with his saliva. His breath shudders as he pushes in slowly, not because he wants to, but because he’s so big that I’m having trouble taking him.

“So fucking tight,” he groans, easing in millimeters at a time.

“F-fuck Matt, I don’t know if I’m gonna be able to take it all.” I wince as he stretches me out.

“You will. Give it time baby. I’ll make it fit.”

He leans his head down and lets a string of spit fall onto my clit, dripping down and settling where we meet. He pulls back out only to push in further, and my stomach tenses up at the pain. He shoots me a sympathetic look, but it only lasts a second before his eyes get that hungry look again and he’s smirking down at me.

“Poor girl, I just know you’re never gonna be able to find anyone who can make you feel like I’m about to.”

Without warning he pushes all the way in, pain and pleasure coursing through my body as he steadily begins pumping in and out. His hands grip my legs and I bring mine to his chest, clawing and scratching instinctively to relieve some of the pain.

“M-matt, fuck..” I cry out, my eyes rolling back as he pounds into me so deep I swear I can feel him in my stomach.

“Look at that pretty face, all for me.” He praises.

The pain slowly starts subsiding, dopamine flooding my bloodstream as my body starts to feel intense amounts of pleasure. I’m a mess, eyes watering and my nails leaving him bloody. It feels animalistic, we’re fucking as if it’s all we know to do.

“Open your mouth.” He growls, his entire demeanor dark and sadistic.

I oblige, opening my mouth and sticking my tongue out. He spits onto it and moves a hand to my chin, closing it and holding it shut.

“Swallow it.”

I do as I’m told and he slaps my cheek lightly, moving his hand back to my leg and gripping with white knuckles.

My body is overwhelmed with all the sensations, my head is swimming and my breathing is rapid. I feel the same feeling igniting in my stomach, so close to the edge I can taste it.

He pulls out suddenly, grabbing his cock and jerking it with his head thrown back before he releases his hot cum onto my pussy.

“Touch yourself with it,” he demands, slinging my legs apart and onto the bed.

I immediately bring my hand down to my clit without second thought, using two fingers to rub back and forth. I bring my other hand and insert a finger into my entrance, pushing his own release into myself. He watches intently as I use his cum as lubrication to send myself toppling over the edge. My legs shake and my back arches, my orgasm taking control and waves of pleasure crashing over and over until my energy is spent.

He falls down on top of me, his head on my chest as we catch our breath together. I can feel my pulse from head to toe, my heart beating like crazy along with his own.

•••

I open my eyes and the sun is shining through the blinds casting a beam directly on my face. I stretch a little and look over and smile as I see Matt tucked underneath the comforter beside me.

I don’t remember anything after we fucked last night, so I guess we passed out.

I open my phone to check for notifications, my heart dropping as I open the group chat between myself and the triplets.

Nick: 1 attachment

Nick: What is this…?!

I click the photo and my eyes widen. It’s an overview of the living area, clothes and jewelry strewn about with a messy set of cards on the table.

I lock my phone and stuff it under my pillow quickly, trying to convince myself I never saw it.

I flip over and cuddle up to Matt, throwing my arm over his stomach and laying my head on his chest.

We can deal with all that later.

[honey-crypt]

elliott x his husband farmer having breeding kink, go wild with this one 🫡 I need to make that man pregnant even if he has a dick idc

a/n: i regret nothing with this fic. i regret nothing!!!!!!! (minors dni ofc)

word count: 1.7k

warnings: breeding, tit sucking, mentions of pregnancy and lactation, mpreg kink in a way idk???, bottom!elliott, farmer keeps calling elliott "mommy", too many uses of the words "cock", "dick", and "ass/hole", farmer has a dick but no gendered pronouns

summary: you want a baby and you want one now, even if your husband has no physical means of getting pregnant.

★ gonna make you a mommy - elliott x amab!farmer ★

“I want a baby.”

Elliott peered up from his book, a mystery thriller by his favorite author Bailey Sloan, to eye his spouse. You laid in bed beside him with your hands clasped together and resting on your chest, eyes boring into the ceiling. Elliott placed his book down on the nightstand and adjusted his reading glasses, “What sparked your interest?” he asked. You turned on your side and stared up at your husband, “I mean, we’ve been married for almost two years, usually people start thinking about having kids around now.”

“That’s true,” the writer hummed and took off his reading glasses to rub the sleepiness out of his eyes, “Perhaps, we should discuss this more in the morning.”

“Ellie,” your nickname for him made his stomach do a somersault, “Can I give you a baby?” the energy in the bedroom shifted, as you traced your fingertips lightly against the back of Elliott’s arm. He shivered slightly, “Give me a baby?” the question rolled off his tongue timidly. You sat up and pressed your body against his side, your breath hot and tickling Elliott’s ear when you spoke, “I’ll be frank with you… you’d be a great mother.”

“Mother?” he gawked as if you grew an extra head. You chuckled softly at him, “Yeah, Ellie. It’s been on my mind all day after I saw you give Jas and Vincent an English lesson in the library,” you snaked your arms around Elliott’s body and pulled him close, “I wanna have a baby with you one day but tonight, can I give you one?”

Elliott’s cheeks reddened, “I don’t understand, my love. I can’t get pregnant,” you began to nip lovingly at his neck, “Tonight, I’m gonna get you pregnant,” you clarified to him. Elliott gawked at your answer, “You’re going to- oh Yoba…” the puzzle pieces finally connected together, “You really want to give me a baby?”

“Yes, yes I do,” your hands roamed your husband’s flowy nightshirt, its sheer material showcasing Elliott’s toned and somewhat hairy chest. The redhead bit down on his bottom lip to suppress a moan, as you unbuttoned his nightshirt and peppered his freckles skin with light kisses. Elliott found his way into your hair, combing his nimble fingers through your locks while your lips hovered one of his nipples. You latched on and gently bit the sensitive bud, a loud moan making its way out of Elliott’s throat, “Fuck,” you chuckled lowly, “I can just picture these fucking tits all big and heavy with milk.”

Elliott covered his blushing face with his spare hand and gripped onto your hair, “Don’t be weird!” he mumbled. You snorted and removed his hand, pecking him on the cheek, “Don’t you wanna be a mommy, Ellie?” you hopped on his thigh, rutting your aching cock against his flannel bottoms, “Don’t you wanna have a tummy full of cum?” you rubbed his stomach with one hand and stabilized yourself with the other on the headboard behind Elliott, “Don’t you wanna be a good boy and let me breed you?”

Elliott’s eyes glossed over with a hue of lustful obedience, “Yoba, please,” he whined. The way you rubbed his stomach so tenderly, your cooing voice, everything made any sense of logic melt away. He felt how hard your cock was on his thigh, oh how he wanted to give you everything you ever wanted. Elliott wished to worship every inch of you and delve every little whim of yours, “Please give me a baby.”

“Good boy,” you kissed him on the temple and pulled your body off him. Elliott whimpered softly at the loss of contact, but quickly resumed his moaning when you freed his leaking dick from his bottoms and into your mouth. You happily sucked your husband off, eyes rolling to the back of your skull at the sensation of having a cock-filled mouth. In your eyes, every part of Elliott was angelic and perfect, especially his dick. While you blew Elliott, you managed to secure one hand on his left tit and squeezed firmly, eliciting a cry of pain mixed in with joy. You promptly popped Elliott’s cock out of your mouth, as spit dribbled down your lips and onto his twitching, wet dick, “Do that again.”

“Do what-” the writer cut himself off with another whimpering cry when you roughly squeezed his tits. A mischievous smile graced your lips, “That.”

Elliott pouted at you, “My love, you’re being so firm with me, do you-” another moan interrupted his question, as you massaged his chest with your calloused, working hands. Your mouth watered at how delicious and tender his breasts were, you had never seen such voluminous tits on a man before. You latched back onto one of his tits and inhaled sharply, watching your husband squirm and whimper under your control. What a good boy, you smiled to yourself while you sucked on his tit eagerly. Elliott maneuvered you off to the side slightly so he could get access to his cock, wrapping his hand around the veiny shaft. Using your spit as lube, he started stroking himself, his head growing hazier and hazier by the second. 

“You’re so pretty, Ellie,” you purred in his ear, taking a pause from suckling to admire how your husband jerked his cock with such focus. His feverish stroking filled the air with wet ‘squelch!’ sounds, patting with his tongue out like a bitch in heat. You couldn’t take it anymore, you had to breed him right then and now. In one uniform motion, you flipped Elliott onto his stomach and playfully slapped him on the ass, “Ass in the air,” you directed him. Elliott threw his ass higher up, his other freckled cheeks on full display. 

You reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a bottle of silicone lube, squirting the jelly-like substance on your fingers. Despite your overwhelming need to fill your husband up, you didn’t want to go in with his poor asshole unprepared. Elliott let out a shaky moan when the chilly sensation of lube made contact with his tight hole. You gently prepped your angel of a husband for a good fucking, as you coated his hole with lube and carefully stretched him out with your fingers. His cock twitched with anticipation, clear fluid dripping down from the dangling mushroom tip. 

“Ellie,” you hummed to your husband, slowly stripping yourself of your remaining clothes and allowing your dick to smack against the back of Elliott’s thigh, “You look so eager and ready for me to fill you up,” you palmed one of his aes cheeks, as you coated your cock with lube and lined it up to his entrance, “Are you ready, baby?”

“Always,” he answered back. You rubbed his back reassuringly, as you slowly slid yourself inside. Your husband sharply exhaled at the sensation, but recovered within a minute; after all, he was the bottom in the relationship. Soon, you began to thrust, your hands clenching Elliott’s ass for support, as you pistoned your cock in and out of his hole. You couldn’t hold back your primal urges, you needed to make Elliott a mother. 

“You’re gonna be a good mommy, aren’t yah?” you laughed, forcing Elliott’s head into the pillows. He tried to respond, but his voice was muffled and the only sounds you could hear come out from him were “Aah! Aah!” and “Fuck! Fuck!”, as your cock teased his sweet spot with its angry tip, “You’re gonna be a good mommy, I know that for sure! You’re gonna have a cute little tummy, all round and swole with my kids, yeah?”

“Yes!” cried Elliott, his ass jiggling with each slap from your pelvis. 

“You gonna let me suck on your tits, too? Yeah?”

“Yes, they’re all yours!”

“Good boy,” you mused aloud, your thrusts intensifying. For moments like this, you were grateful that the farmhouse was so isolated from the rest of Pelican Town and Stardew Valley, or else you and Elliott would have been drowning in fines for noise violations. You wrapped your arms around your husband’s upper body and hoisted him up, allowing yourself to hit his P-spot just the way you knew he liked it, “Pretty boy~”

Tears of joy dripped down Elliott’s cheeks and onto your hands, his mind on the fritz from the pleasure. Yoba, how he loved being toyed with, how you hit that one spot just right. His cock bounced with each thrust, his heavy balls slapping with the movement. You grabbed onto his dick with one hand and held him up with the other, stroking and fucking him in unison. 

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)!” your husband recited your name like a prayer, “I’m going to- I’m gonna- Fuck!” sticky, white cum erupted from his cock, as he convulsed in your embrace from his orgasm. Nonetheless, you continued to fuck Elliott, chasing your own orgasm, “Good boy, you did so good!” you praised your husband, “You know what good boys like you get, yeah?”

“Can I have your cum? Please, please, please!” he pleaded. You pressed a harsh kiss to the back of his neck, your thrusts becoming sloppy and uncoordinated. With a sharp gasp, you spilled your load into Elliott’s hole, holding onto Elliott for dear life while you shot ropes and ropes of cum into him. You waited until you were soft enough and pulled out of your husband’s asshole, some cum leaking out. Elliott yelped in surprise when you promptly shoved any leaking cum back inside and plugged up his hole with your fingers.

“Gotta make sure you get knocked up,” you replied with a teasing smile. Elliott huffed and rested his body down on the pillows, your fingers still shoved up his ass. You gave him all the kisses you could possibly offer and kissed him all over from his back to his face, “You’re the best. You know that, right?”

“I know,” he responded with a smile of his own. You pecked Elliott once more on the lips, “You’re gonna be a good dad whenever we have our baby,” you stated, tracing circles on one of his ass cheeks. 

“So will you, we’ll be wonderful parents,” your husband answered in agreement, “Now, get your fingers out of my asshole and let me go to bed, I have a meeting with my publisher at ten in the morning.”

[ritsufeet]

stay with me.

longing [ ft. m. kaiser ]

i don’t want u to leave… in which kaiser longs for you more than he thought he would.

k by cigarettes after sex heavily recommend to listen to while reading!!

all works from luvmouche & ritsufeet on tumblr.

𒁷 sfw, (forced to) made for ivelle (@n6gi)

𒁷 cw// hurt comfort(?), kaiser is too busy for u (dickhead), but it gets better i think, mutual longing, kissing smooch smooch, umm idk what else, kaiser tw🤓, “m” is his nickname given by the reader, rly short fic btw, slightly ooc kaiser but yk what idc!

i made this for ivelle this is literally yhe only bllk fic ill ever make (maybe) also i dont even like kaiser (kurona bwtter) i originally made this in my notes app i had to decide whether or not i eveb wanted to post this on tumblrHelp

synopsis: michael kaiser is a cruel, busy man—yet he finds himself pining for your warmth more than he expected.

not proofread!!!

kaiser, michael

your boyfriend, michael kaiser, who’s a famous, up and coming athlete, never has any time for you.

“i’m leaving, i have a meeting today.” he says, hurriedly pushing his shoes on with heavy sighs. you look at him and frown, “again? m, you never have any time for me anymore…”

“i know, but i’ll make it up to you, i promise. just not today, i’m busy.” he huffs, frowning right back at you, his blonde hair sways messily in front of his face and his fingers coming up to brush them up and out of the way again. you frown deepens and you sigh.

he looks up at you, his eyebrows furrowed. “what? what’s wrong with you?” his question only makes you sadder.

“can’t you stay?”

“no, i can’t. you know this. i said i’d make it up to you, didn’t i? trust my word.” you know this, you already know… but you can’t help but already begin to miss him.

he’s often gone for long hours, sometimes it’s more than just hours. it’s hard loving him when he’s absent majority of the time, and when he’s not gone, he’s doing something else that doesn’t involve spending time with you. what could be so important, anyway? of course, you love him, you love his career and support him with everything you can, but he could at least love you a little back.

you slowly walk over to him when he’s finished putting on his shoes. he looks at you with soft eyes, a face that he doesn’t show often. vulnerability that doesn’t come easily to him, something he only shows to you. “i’m sorry,” he says, his hand cupping your cheek. you relish in his touch, leaning into his palm. “i really wish i could stay too. you know that as well as i do.” he caresses your cheek, sliding his thumb over your skin.

“i get it… you should go, you don’t want to be late, right?” you look at him giving a reassuring smile. “i’ll be here, like i always am.” his heart aches as those words leave you, and the urge washes over him. he brings himself to your lips and kisses you—sweet, quick, and loving. he lets himself linger there for as long as he needs to. he doesn’t want to be late, yet he finds himself not wanting to move a single inch away from you. he wants to stay, wants to be here with you and the comfort of your kisses.

you pull away instead, you put your hand right above his—the one caressing your cheek so gently and longingly that you fear that it’d break his heart if he tore it away—and squeeze it. his face is solemn, his gaze wavering. he’s staring at you, but he looks away, as if hesitant to say anything. then, he looks at you again, and purses his lips. “..i love you.” your reassuring smile turns into a genuine one. “i love you too, m.”

he pulls you into a hug, holding you longer than just a few seconds, and he can hear himself the moment he decided to just go ‘ah, fuck it.’ a barely audible chuckle comes from his voice leaving you wondering what’s so funny.

“on second thought, i don’t think they’ll mind if i miss a day or two.” he says, smiling.

a/n: i hope ur happy ivelle. k bye im tired fuckkk

[apoptoses]

Just when I thought I had my Top 5 @apoptoses smut scenes SET IN STONE (a solid top 5 at least), you post the second chapter of Come Get Your Knife and turn my whole world upside down!!! Where to even BEGIN here jfccc

1. That blowjob scene at the beginning, so stupid hot and we were like 5 paragraphs in lmao insane 😭and then their conversation right after that, with Armand clinging to Daniel’s tigh and then going to the bathroom to spit out his cum without Daniel knowing. Armand would 100% swallow and then not tell Daniel it can’t actually stay in his system for long lmfao I love him sm

2. Daniel putting a hand on Armand’s exposed waist in the kitchen and Armand lowkey losing his mind over it yes GOOD

3. THE PLAY WRESTLING ON THE COUCH MY BELOVED. they totally still do this at home btw it’s just way more competitive now that Daniel actually has a shot.

4. Armand wearing Daniel’s hoodie and then trying to pass it off as an accident when Daniel noticed 🥹

5. “There were all sorts of ways Armand adored seeing him- half awake and grumbling in the evening, tipsy and hanging off his arm. Bright eyed and enthusiastic about the film they’d just seen. But Armand thought this was one of them that he loved best. Daniel loose limbed and eager to get close to him, with that hint of mischief in his eye.” GIVE HER THE PULITZER 👏 😤 And then Daniel blowing smoke into Armand’s mouth!! 🥵 still losing my mind over it.

6. the fingering bit aka the star of the fucking show. I had to pause like three times while reading it lol I didn’t want it to end and needed to drag it out for as long as possible 🥹 idk if we’ve talked about this before but like... Daniel fingering Armand is one of those things I consider 100% canon lmao. I mean it makes perfect sense ("every inch of his body" etc) and of course Daniel felt curious enough to try it and of course Armand let him. so if a fic includes a fingering bit I have to read it lmao regardless of the circumstances/plot/setting idc I’m giving it a go. But some of the ones I’ve read have been like... unnecessarily aggressive? still hot, don’t get me wrong, but they were basically about Daniel wanting to be as rough as possible because Armand didn’t feel much anyway/could take it and Daniel got off on it. just aggressive in ways I don’t think it ever was between them during their most intimate moments. Daniel is a passionate lover yes but he’s a gentle king first and foremost, and he cares so much about Armand’s pleasure, and you captured that so perfectly. Armand coating Daniel’s fingers with his blood please  🥵 🥵  

I’ll stop now before I get carried away but know that I’m still very much obsessed!!! xoxo DA

DA I've missed you!!

Lord I have so many obscene thoughts on Armand and Daniel's come haha Like absolutely he would swallow despite what the vampire body can or cannot consume. Absolutely he would let Daniel come inside him and walk home to his hiding place and go to sleep with that in him, because that part of his body is useless now! It's just a receptacle for Daniel's messes and he's a little freak who would want to keep part of Daniel inside him in more ways than one (which I discuss in an upcoming wip)

haha I forgot I had that in there but that's a domestic thing I think about all the time with them. Like, little touches that make them both insane but especially when Armand is the receiver of those touches. It's intimacy he's never had before!

YES like even if Daniel doesn't 100% equal him in strength after he's turned Armand would be so overwhelmed and caught off guard that Daniel would win just by sheer virtue of getting him worked up over having his wrists pinned (I might also have this in a wip oops)

Daniel, deep down, knows it was no accident 🥹

🥹🥹🥹 listen Armand loves when Daniel is being a little shit, he's beseeching and demanding and that's why he liked him in the first place! He's found the man who is the same flavor of randy pain in the ass as him 🥹

HELLO I love a gentle overwhelming fingering for Armand and I think it was you who gave me the idea of Daniel teaching Armand dirty talk? So like I wrote that and you'll be happy to know that specific act occurs in there too. But YEAH I think Armand can feel a lot if he lets himself and gentleness gets him out of his mind better than roughness, so just Daniel's long fingers are perfect for him because like- that's ALL about him, you know? Being fucked is mutual pleasure, getting touched with hands/someone's mouth is more hedonistic, and he deserves hedonism ♥

Hey, because I love you, here's a fingering preview treat for you (this will go up for kink week for impact play day)

“What would you call this part of you?” Daniel asks.

He’s tracing over his entrance again with a slick finger, maddening slow circles. He presses firmly like he might slip his finger inside and then pulls it away and starts the whole process over again.

Armand’s brain feels like the eggs he makes Daniel for breakfast, a sloppy mess that’s liable to run out his ears and stain the blanket with the way Daniel has taken him apart. He’s so thirsty his veins seem to have constricted with their demand for blood. Everything in him feels drawn too tight.

“I only know the clinical term,” Armand finally manages to admit.

Daniel’s finger slips inside him in one slick motion. It’s humiliating how Armand’s body doesn’t even resist it. Even the most dead, useless parts of him are desperate for sensation.

Or maybe just desperate for Daniel. Armand has the delirious thought that if this part of him has no purpose then Daniel could stay inside him forever, could live in his body and become part of him.

“You’re tight. Sometimes I wonder if that’s because you’re so clenched up all the time or if it’s just because you’re dead, and I’m the only person who uses this part of you,” Daniel says absently, like he’s saying these things to himself. As if Armand isn’t even in the room, he’s just a toy to be played with and not acknowledged. “I’d ask if you like having something in your hole but then the way you keep lifting your hips up like a slut answers that question for me, doesn’t it?”

“Daniel-“

The word comes out in a ragged rush of breath. Armand’s been called names before. Words meant to humiliate, to shame. But coming from Daniel it’s different. It sounds loving, like Daniel has stared down into his soul and seen him for the needy thing he is and adores him for it. Daniel, whose hand keeps stroking his lower back as his finger sinks in deeper, deeper. Armand feels the bumps of his knuckles, the stretch as his finger grows wider closer to his palm. And then it’s all the way in, rubbing at his insides while he struggles for air.

Daniel is always good at this. He’s always got this gentle way with his hands, a light touch that leaves Armand aching for more. Immortal flesh is sensitive- Armand has never told him that, he’s just picked it up on his own. And so he knows exactly how to rub teasing circles into his insides. How to drag his finger in and out so slow Armand thinks he’s about to sob with it. It’s only his index finger and that’s all it takes to have him come undone.

His finger presses all the way in, curls at just the right angle to make Armand make a choked off sound; something halfway between a moan and repeating Daniel’s name. Armand lifts his hips. Shameless, he spreads his thighs and arches his back in his silent demand for more.

“Hm? Is there something you need?” Daniel asks. 

xoxo ♥

[silveremily]

Wally Headcanons!

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I’m just gonna say this 😭 I wanted to do this so bad lol

Don’t get angry cuz idc, maybe nsfw headcanons??

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜❤️🧡💛💚💙💜❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

Wally loves when you cuddle him, he will never admit it because he thinks you will judge him for it.

He bakes sweets, so much for you, I mean daily he will come over with cookies or pie just for you. Lucky bit-

He will never leave your side, he seems to be the possessive type when it comes to romance, or a platonic relationship, he’s the one that no matter what, even if you break his heart he will love you, but get ready because he will get revenge back.

Wally loves having play dates! One time you were in the kitchen in Julie’s house and peeked into Julie’s room and he was dressed up as a princess and Julie was laughing her head off, next thing you know he’s ignoring you for a week.

Just remembered, Wally is VERY insecure, if you make fun of the man in any way, even as a joke, he will start staring at you, like a glare in some sort of disappointment and make you leave his house, all of his windows close and if you put your ear to the window in his room you can hear him just crying his heart out, blaming himself for how he looks, and how he’s not as pretty as the other puppets.

Wally loves touching his partner when he’s in a relationship, and I mean any way of touching, if it comes to comfort, to love, to sexual, he has to be touching you or he will go crazy. One time Frank thought that he was too close to you and pulled you closer to himself. Wally just stared for a second before he started literally tearing Frank apart. You have to stay with Wally at all times now or else another person will have to get sewed back together.

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜❤️🧡💛💚💙💜❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

Saucy Parts rn

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Wally seems very big for his confidence but he’s not the biggest you’d see, he’s six inches and is very insecure about his size, he is thick though and it’s pretty hard to handle. Never and I mean never make fun of his size. He will come to your house and make you pay. Nobody likes to see our Elvis Presley wannabe emo.

Wally is into some kinky shit, if you stare at him long enough he will start begging. I feel as if Wally would definitely have to stare at someone during sex, he’d be the one to look as if he’s judging you but actually adoring your face while you fuck.

Is it just me or does he seem as he would secretly want to be dominated? If you ask to do it he will pretend to be like “fine fine” but on the inside he’s squealing his ass off.

Wally is the one to be very sensitive, I mean very sensitive, if you even just rub his sides he starts whining as loud as hell until you give in and have sex.

I feel Wally would be a slow and calm pace if he’s in a good mood, occasionally teasing you but mostly giving you the pleasure. He just whispers you praises, smiles at you, and stares at you the whole time. He says, “Oh honey your so pretty!” or maybe “Your doing so well baby!”

Whenever he’s in a bad mood and you two get freaky, man will make you have the most toe curling, back arching, spine tingling orgasm you’ve ever experienced, whenever he’s angry he just treats you as if your a sex doll, going rough and fast, almost animalistic like. He will absolutely make sure to leave visible marks on you for everyone to see and stare at, marking you as his. He would say, “Your such a cry baby. You can barely handle this pace? I’ll give you a reason to cry.” or sometimes he just stares and groans if he’s tired.

Wally’s favorite position is secretly the 69 position. I swear he wants to suck you off or eat you out.

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Boundaries!!

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Wally has multiple boundaries and if you can’t respect them get out of here.

He loves getting praised but if you go too far he will need alone time for a while, he’s the one that is absolutely obsessed with attention but if he gets too much he will hide from everyone and try to calm down, he doesn’t get horny but he gets in a thunderstruck mood where he’s all sad that he has never felt love before.

Wally had a hard life as a kid, always getting bullied for how he looked, that’s why as he got older he got more, how do I put this in a good way, fashionable. He had a massive glow up and tries to stay that neat person that has the best confidence for as long as possible. If you start treating him bad he will tell Barnaby and vent to him and Julie about what you say. Let’s just put this where it doesn’t turn out well for you if you hurt him.

Wally never understood anything, he didn’t know what love was until he saw you. You’d always teach him new words but sometimes he feels dumb if you keep teaching him all of these new things.

Thank you for reading!! 💙💛🧡💙💛🧡

[blackbat05]

Fresh Start

Rick Flag x Reader

A/N: I haven’t wrote Rick in a long time! So I hope you enjoy! And to also celebrate 1 year release of TSS. Issa little long though😝

Genre: PG-13

Notes: Idc, Rick is alive in my world😬 Language.

He was a volunteer at the Children’s Home you were working at. Despite his intimidating aura, the children saw him as a big, cuddly teddy bear.

Your female colleagues didn’t waste a second as they hungrily eyed every inch of his six foot three sculpted figure as he walked in every Friday evening to the delight of the kids.

However, they could only do so much. So like the warm hearted (and slightly annoying) colleagues you had found two years ago, everyone tried their best to get you closer with him.

But you couldn’t. It was simply unethical. Sure, he was a walking Adonis but no way you were going to loose your job because you couldn’t control yourself. Besides, you weren’t even sure if he even had any feelings for you.

“What are you still doing here girl?” Myra, the receptionist, stared at you through the glass panels of the front desk. You try to reason with her that you still had a couple of paperwork to finish before calling it a week. Needless to say, she wasn’t having any of it.

“You ain’t even paid extra! Leave it for another day- ah ah ah!” She waves a slender hand in your face. “I don’t want to hear any of it! Go enjoy yourself! Besides, Rick looks like he’s waiting for you to knock off.” Myra gives a wink before sauntering off to the dormitories.

Guts twisting in your stomach, you walked over as normally as you could, giving a quick wave. “Hey stranger!”

Rick turns, and upon seeing you, he breaks out into a grin. “Hey! Finally! Thought you were working overtime again.” You thought he had emphasized on the last word a little longer than usual, making you feel bad.

“I guess I decided to give myself a break.” You shrugged. “What’s keeping you here so late?”

Rick’s facial expression changed, and you wondered to yourself if you had yet messed up again. He seemed to have sense your discomfort, so he chimes in quickly.

“Oh! Well, work’s been really busy and I don’t think I’ll be able to see the children regularly so… it’s my last day here.”

You weren’t even sure why your heart had dropped inside your chest, but you maintained your poker face.

“Damn… the children will miss you…” You held back on the rest of the words that you truly wanted to tell him.

“How about a farewell dinner? It’s on me.”

Six Months Later,

You exit the counseling room, reminding the children at the playground that dinner was in an hour.

Arriving at your cubicle, you slumped on your chair, done for the day. The paperwork was absolutely driving you nuts and you wished you could be out there playing the children.

In the end, you decided to settle with your phone, scrolling through the various apps and news that you saved for times like these.

You click on a tag, pressing the first video you see. It was the local news, reporting about one of the many atrocities of the government. This time, it was about the infamous Suicide Squad that you only heard in name.

Taking a deep sigh, you see a familiar face beside the newscaster. Rick Flag. Or should you say - Colonel Rick Flag. Commander of Task Force X, missing in action since the battle of Jotumheim.

There were rumors spreading like wildfire around the internet. Some said that the government ordered him to be killed to keep their secrets. Some said that he tried to go rogue. Some said he betrayed his country.

You? You had no idea how to process this influx of information. You only knew him as the friendly and handsome volunteer who spent his time with children every week without fail. What else was he hiding from you?

“So, where are you going?”

“I’m not too sure yet. South America maybe.”

“Keep in touch?”

“Of course.”

A flurry of movement into the office startled you from your thoughts. A trio of older girls ran towards you, voices merging into one.

“Woah, slow down and one at a time!” You instructed them, concerned at the reddish hue on their cheeks.

“Miss! He’s here! He’s at the door and he’s hurt!”

Hurt? Your brows knit in confusion, starting to get more concerned by the minute. Was there an attack nearby and someone came to seek help? You stand up quickly, moving to the cabinets where the first aid kit was kept.

Instructing the girls to move everyone else indoors, you went to check the cameras at the back room.

No way. No fucking way. All that overtime must have made you see things.

Although the camera showed a black and white image of whatever was outside the home, that hunched figure was unmistakable. You could recognize him from a mile away.

Sprinting to the doors, you almost break the handles, flinging them open to see an exhausted Rick Flag standing at the doorstep.

“Hey darlin,” the southern drawl hit your ears like honey. “Still working overtime again?”

You blink your eyes, feet rooted to the ground. Apparently it seemed like eternity as the man in front of you lifts his arms forward.

“So no hug?”

You marched forward, hands flying up to give him a huge smack on the back.

“OW! What the hell?” Rick grimaces. You were surprised that a large man like him could still feel pain. “What was that for?”

He almost regrets it instantly as more whacks start to rain on his large frame. For someone who worked with children, you definitely had a lot of pent up anger.

“You! You left so suddenly! The next thing I know? YOU DIED?! In some… foreign place because you tried to sell out the government and what have you not?” You started to lose energy, so you resort to dragging him in by the arms, attracting stares from stragglers who were going back to the dormitories.

You managed to find the sick bay at the end of the corridor. Locking the door, you ordered him to lie down, whipping out any first aid supplies you could get your hands on.

"Shirt off."

"If you wanted me to strip, there are other ways to do it you know?" Rick quickly puts on a face of what he thinks to be innocence as he's met with your glare.

This wasn't your first rodeo with injuries - you couldn't count the number of times you had to patch up injured children who got bruises from playfights or accidents on the playground. But what was in front of you just wasn't a simple scratch.

"Rick, what the hell?" You gasped softly.

You were greeted by a mixture of bruises, scars, and burns that littered his back. Most were old wounds but you could see some that were still fresh.

The next few minutes passed in silence as you dabbed each wound with cotton buds, mumbling in apology whenever he winced in pain.

“So… permission to talk?”

You remain silent and Rick takes it for a yes. “Look… I’m sorry that I kept all this from you. If I had a choice, I wouldn’t. And I’m not saying this just to appease you darlin…” Rick struggles to find the right words.

“They experimented on children.” He says abruptly. Rick sees the shock on your face. “It’s true. I saw them. The government funded them, allowed these atrocities to continue… but I couldn’t… and I almost died for it. Well, I did die.”

He then proceeds to tell you about the altercation with Peacemaker in the underground facility. Him being shanked with a rusty pipe and being left to bleed out. Rick says that maybe it was for the best that the survivors left him in Corto Maltese.

“Means that Waller won’t longer be on my back. It means I’m finally free.”

You finish cleaning up the last bit of his wounds. Putting the first aid kit aside, you stand in front of him, gently tilting his chin to meet your gaze.

He takes your hand, relishing the warmth that it provided against his cheek. You finally hug him tight, eyes squeezed shut.

This wasn’t a dream.

“Don’t cry, I’m here.”

You use your free hand to feel the wetness on your cheek. “I’m just afraid that I’ll return back to the nightmare of living without you again.” Breaking into full sobs, you slumped onto the side of the bed, Rick’s arms wrapped around yours.

“When I heard the news about you… I regret every day not telling you how I felt… I couldn’t live with myself!”

A wet chuckle could be heard and you see Rick’s watery eyes. “Took you long enough.”

You pause at his statement before the two of you break into laughter. A knock on the door brings you back to the present.

“Is it true?” A young girl with pigtails pokes her head in, flashing a gummy grin. “Mister Flag’s back!”

The sight of Rick was an answer itself. With a shrill cry of joy, the young girl calls a couple of friends in the hallway. Before you knew it, you see Rick smothered in the little bodies that were desperate to welcome back an old friend.

“Miss! Is Rick staying? Can he stay? Pleaseee!!!” The group of children plead to you in unison.

“Well… I was going to ask if you guys had a spare room here.” Rick mutters. “Practically non-existent now and it’ll be great if I have a temporary place to stay while I set everything in order.”

“Now that you mentioned it, I do have a room.” You smiled cheekily, moving forward so that Rick was within earshot.

“It’s just right across my office.”

Three Years later,

“I swear! It’s right here!” Harley drags the rag tag group along with her, before coming to a stop in front of a house surrounded by a white picket fence.

“Harls, you sure you weren’t I dunno- hallucinating?” Robert DuBois grumbles as Cleo struggles to keep up with the duo.

“You betcha! I saw Flag right at the garden with all the little munchkins and hey! He’s got a lady with him too!”

Despite the assassin’s skepticism surrounding Flag’s lookalike, a small part of Robert wished that Harley was telling him the truth. What had happened to Flag… let’s just say no good man deserves his fate.

“Oh my god.” Cleo gasps softly beside him. “Harley was right.”

Robert cannot believe what he is seeing. There he was - his old comrade and former commander of Task Force X.

A scruffy Rick, donned in a long sleeved checkered sweater and jeans as he chases two children across the garden that also served as the dumping ground for their toys. He manages to sweep the little boy into his arms, blowing raspberries on his tummies much to his delight.

“Hahahaha! Papa! Stoppp!!! It tickles!!!”

Robert could see the splitting image of Rick in the little boy who was squirming around in his friend’s arms.

A pang of guilt hits him. No, he will not destroy Rick’s happiness. Not when they left him there to die.

“Come on, let’s go.”

“Wait! Can’t we say hi to Flag?”

Before Robert can rebuke Harley’s request, a tiny figure interrupts the trio.

“Papa! There strangers here! A lady with weird hair!” The girl whom Robert assumes is the twin of the boy yells to get her father’s attention.

“Hey! My hair’s not weird!” Harley frowns.

“DuBois? Harls? Cleo?”

Robert grimaces internally. This was a bad idea. He turns around to see Rick’s guiding a pregnant you steadily across the garden.

“You must be Robert.” You finally reach them, extending a hand for the man to shake. “My husband’s told me so much about you. All of you.”

“Only good things I hope!” Harley quips and suddenly Robert doesn’t want to hear your response.

“Only the best.” You reaffirmed. “How you looked out for him. And I’m very thankful for that.”

Rick approaches Robert, clasping him on the back. “Can’t believe it. I’m glad to see all of you again. Glad y’all made it out alive. Out of Waller’s clutches.”

The latter can’t find the words in him to apologize, so he settles for a “can’t say the same for you”. Like an old friend, Rick catches him immediately.

“Hey, none of that. I didn’t even know I could make it out alive. What matters is that you’re here.”

Breaking the silence, you decided to chime in. “You guys must have come a long way. We would love for all of you to stay. I’m sure the kids would love you.”

The two women squeal, agreeing enthusiastically to your request. While Harley races up the steps to the house, Cleo guides you carefully, beckoning Robert to follow.

“Come on DuBois, she’s right. You’re more than welcome.” Rick pipes up. The two men trudge up the stairs that lead into the picturesque home.

As the three misfits slowly made themselves at home, you waddled towards Rick who had an unreadable expression on his face.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“I know they did… wrong things. But I can’t help but to think that we’re finally free of Waller.” Rick heaves a sigh of relief, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

“Maybe it’s a new beginning. For all of you.” Leaning into him, your heart softens at the sight of your little boy being mesmerized by Cleo’s pet rat, Sebastian.

A new beginning. A fresh start.

Rick could definitely get use to the new normal.

Can be read as continuation: Mismatched Family

[elysianslove]

please for the love of everything holy, give us attack on titan dick headcanons like you did with jjk and haikyuu 🤲🏻🤲🏻

i've been waiting for this one and i love your fics sm,, you're literally one of my fav bloggers ily <33

havsjdd ONE OF MY FAVE SERIES YES,,, i can’t just do all characters so i did the ones i’m most familiar with (aka mains 🤧) if you want others lmk!!

as always, this is purely for fun!! i don’t intend to be crazy realistic :)

other works; haikyuu captains, setters, middle blockers, aces and jujutsu kaisen

ATTACK ON TITAN DICK ANALYSIS

levi ackerman

as much as this hurts, he’s probably barely average. i mean, to be fair, he was extremely malnourished as a child, but i’ll be generous and say he’s 5.2 inches. such a pretty cock :( like it has a dark golden/brown tan to it, with a pink tip. also idk why but something tells me levi has a birthmark on his dick. don’t ask, he just has like this cool, brown splotch right beneath the tip. anyways, it curves up and inwards, i’m so sure. the girth and length are proportional, and he’s relatively veiny!! cute, thick balls too. is being clean shaven a thing in that universe? if it is, consider it done obviously.

eren jaeger

he has a big dick idc. just so hung i cannot. eren dick print is immaculate i will cry. fat cock, 6.8 inches, veiny as fuck. like thick veins you feel them when he’s inside of you. the shaft is just the tiniest bit darker than his skin, and the tip is dark, angry red, especially he’s all hard and wet. doesn’t really curve, to be honest, maybe a little to the right. oh and he has fat balls. heavy balls. breeder balls. he cums and his balls are still so full — insanity. doesn’t shave at all though like it’s so unkempt <//3 likes to shove your face down when you suck him off as if to make a point <//3

armin arlert

omg his dick’s so pretty. like sososo pretty. pale shaft and the cutest pink tip. like it’s kind a pastel pink but then he’s hard and it gets even darker, like a dark pink. it flushes so gorgeous when he’s hard and dripping for you. he’s like 6.3 inches, and it curves at the tip a little. more veiny than you’d imagine actually!!! his balls and tip are extremely, over the top, sensitive suck on them and he’s gone. oof and if you suck and then blow cold air? he might pass out. obviously clean shaven! sometimes he forgets tho but same way he doesn’t care if you are, you don’t care if he is either. nothing screams thoughtful like armin after all.

jean kirstein

HES SO BIG HELP. idk the timeskip.... he screams bde..... horsecock jean..... 7.2 inches bye. literally mouthwatering pretty, just a tan, bronze-ish shaft, prominent veins, dark pink tip that gets all bright when it’s wet. longer than he is thick but he will rearrange your guts absolutely. stick straight, doesn’t curve, isn’t sensitive so he’ll straight up cockwarm you whenever wherever (cockwarm any of your holes which one is available rn shawty). he trims, and there’s the hottest happy trail from beneath his belly button down to his crotch. when he stretches and it shows fhdbdhcjf

connie springer

my boy has an average dick <3 just 5.6 inches, good girth, good length, no curve. actually it’s kinda fat.... kinda.... might be a stretch taking him.... it’s okay he lives between those thighs anyways. pale pink tip that doesn’t darken all that much when hard, golden shaft, prominent veins. he’s clean shaven because he’s scared you’ll leave him if he wasn’t </3 forgot once and had a freak out session the moment he undressed till he realized it wasn’t that big of a deal.

reiner braun

HOLT FUCK PLEASE. HIS DICK IS SO BIG STOP. he’s 7.7 INCHES NO TAKESIES BACKSIES. hole splinter. pussy/bussy destroyer. cervix kisser. tummy bulger. golden shaft and a dark pink tip. literally so veiny. so much girth you cannot. cannot imagine. just size kink with reiner pls. heavy balls that have so much to give, but baby’s so easily sensitive <3 kind of clean shaven? depends on his mood? the time he has? whether you’re 100% for/against it or 50-50, etc.

bertholdt hoover

why do i get the feel, the vibes if you will, that he has such a big dick. like it shocks people when they see it. he’s probably hella long like 7 inches long, listen i cannot explain it he just has a big dick. dark shaft and the deepest red for a tip. not that veiny, but curves nicely to the right. extremely sensitive balls oh my god. will cry if you overstimulate him <3

niccolo

sasha’s so lucky <//3 big dick i know it. 6.7 inches and it’s gorgeous, with a golden tan to the shaft that flushes out to a bright, pale pink tip. when he’s hard it gets a blush pink/red so pretty. kinda veiny, kinda not. like it’s alright! he has amazing orgasm control his dick‘s tip will be purpling but you have to cum a million times before he‘s okay with cumming. trims, so not 100% clean shaven.

porco galliard

such a fat dick. it’s like 5.1 inches but it’s so fat you will cry taking it. the stretch burns oh my god. also he has no concept of prep so please, teach him. mauve/pink-ish tip, just a light tan shaft. it’s kinda flushed all over tbh, darker at the tip, lighter the longer you go along his shaft. curves to the right a little! doesn’t believe in being clean shaven sorry <//3

kenny ackerman

sorry am i allowed to do him? dilf! or gilf? 🤔 idk i just know his dick is huge. massive. 7.5 inches. so big. the tip is such a dark red, the shaft is dark and tan. hella, hella veins. like so much. not clean shaven obviously. im not gonna say anything else i dont wanna taint my dignity even more.

[r0zyp0zy0zy]

not to be dramatic but i would SOB if you made a part 2 for the bisexual mess fic you did!! hcs or a fic idc it was just incredible i need more😩

Sob, you say? Prepare to do so

A Bisexual Mess {pt.2}

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Warnings: SMUT, anal (male receiving), oral, threesome, Denki in a skirt, first time sex, and I think that’s it

Words: 3770

Pairing(s): Sero Hanta x Kaminari Denki x FEM!reader

Summary: Denki is overjoyed to have his first times taken by his partners

Part One

Denki was giddy with excitement; he was about to do something he's only ever dreamed of. He admired himself with his bathroom mirror, fixing his eyeliner and the blonde mop on his head. He blushed deeply when he looked at the black gem that peaked between his asscheeks, spreading himself out to get a better view of the plug. He knocked on it with his knuckle a few times and groaned at the sensation, eager for his new partners to see what was under his skirt.

Denki had forgotten that driving would be a difficult task due to his new accessory, and he jumped when he turned on the engine. He rubbed his thighs together at the vibration, trying to focus on looking out for traffic. The ride was slow to say the least, even if it only took 15 minutes to get to yours and Hanta's apartment. The fabric of his boxers felt tight because of how hard he was, the tip of his cock rubbing against the cotton, causing a wet spot to appear on his underwear.

The blonde let out a relieved huff when he turned off his car in your parking lot, quickly sending the group chat that he had arrived. Denki grabbed his bag and stepped out of his car, anxiously looking around for scary straight men, and cautiously walked to the entrance of the building, kicking small rocks with his worn out Converse. He hopped into the elevator after he had been buzzed in and pressed a few buttons, praying that no one else would stop the elevator to get on.

Denki rapped a light tune on your door with his knuckles, and the door swung open only a second later by you. His cheeks reddened, still not used to the fact that he was dating you. He squeaked out a nervous, "hi!"! And shuffled inside. He politely removed his dirty shoes and slid on his pair of yellow slippers he had left there.

"Hey Denks," you greeted, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Hanta popped his head around the corner just in time for his boyfriend's face to turn a shade darker. The blonde almost short-circuited when Sero pressed his lips against his opposite cheek, and a shy grin lit his face.

"Hey sweet cheeks," Hanta smiled teasingly, slapping a hand down on Denki's ass. His face flushed a light pink when he heard Denki's quiet moan, and watched as his boyfriend covered his face with one of his sleeves.

"You're so cute, Denks," you whispered into his ear, hugging onto his side. "I love your skirt."

"T-thanks," he stuttered, pulling down the hem to make sure his erection wasn't visible. "I love your b-boobs."

The three of you burst into laughter, and you had to wipe the tears from Hanta's eyes. You winked at the ravenette and turned towards your other boyfriend, giving him a gentle kiss on the lips. He moaned in surprise at the sudden feeling and wrapped his arms around your waist, not realizing how much he craved to be loved. Denki snuggled into your warmth, burring his face in the crook of your neck. He felt Hanta press against his backside as he joined the hug, and the blonde heard the sweet sound of a kiss being exchanged. Denki mumbled into your shoulder as Hanta nipped at his neck, lightly sucking on his skin.

"Fuck," Denki mumbled so quietly that you barely caught what he said. "You guys make me feel so loved."

"Aw, Denki," Hanta cooed at his boyfriend, stroking the blonde's hair. "Let's get to the bed, yeah?"

Denki mumbled a yes, reluctantly letting go of your waist to follow Hanta down the hall. The room had several strands of fairy lights, filling it with a warm glow. He gulped as he looked over to the side table with condoms and lube, blushing fiercely remembering when he tried one on, with you by his side, guiding him through a handjob. Denki walked over to the bed and sat down, wiggling slightly as he sat due to the plug he was wearing. He clasped his hands together in his lap to hide his erection, shyly smiling at his partners.

"C'mon, pretty boy," Hanta whispered gravelly into the blonde's ear, "sit against the headboard for us."

A shiver ran through Kaminari, and he scooted backwards until his back pressed against the wooden board. He moaned as his plug dragged against the bed. Hanta sat himself beside Denki and ran a hand on his inner thigh, teasing at the boxer band around his thigh. Kaminari felt his dick twitch and he swallowed nervously, whimpering when Sero grazed his teeth along the side of his neck, giving slow and sloppy kisses once in awhile.

"Fuck, guys," you bit your lip, crawling across the bed to your boyfriends. "You're both so hot."

Hanta smiled against Denki's neck, and chuckled softly before sucking a hickey near his boyfriend's Adam's apple. He guided his hand down to Denki's cock, only ghosting a finger across the head to make Denki whine.

"Hanta, take off Denki's boxers for me please," you said, readjusting your hair. "I want him to keep his skirt on."

Denki let out a heavy breath as Hanta slowly dragged the garment off his body, letting Kaminari's cock bob up once the waistband was pulled down enough. Denki moaned at the feeling of his skirt, the new texture exciting his dick. Both of Denki's hands grasped the sheets beside him, curling the fabric in his fists anxiously. His breathing got heavier when you crawled almost on top of him and kissed his lips, lifting his skirt a little to pump him gently.

The soft skin of your palm made Denki shiver pleasantly against Hanta, and he weakly thrusted into your fist. The blonde watched your fingertips trail up his shaft to the head of his cock and whined quietly when your nails teased his glans. Hanta looked mesmerized as his eyes calculated every little thing you were doing to his boyfriend.

"Let me lie down, baby," you whispered as you took your hand off of Denki's cock. He complied excitedly, immediately crawling on top of you when you got comfortable.

Hanta helped him pull off his sweater and kissed down his neck, rubbing his boyfriend's nipples. You begrudgingly unzipped Denki's skirt, cursing the damn thing for being in the way. Denki moaned as he pulled the skirt off, making his dick bob up to slap his stomach before going straight out. The blonde watched in awe as you stripped yourself of your shirt and bra, and he leaned down to suck on your nipples. Hanta groaned gratefully at the sight before him, and he went behind Kaminari to trail a hand down his spine. Denki shivered and arched his back, exposing the gem between his cheeks. Sero chuckled and tapped on it a few times, smiling cheekily when his boyfriend gasped in surprise.

"Get my damn pants off, Buzzy," you grumbled, trying to shimmy them off yourself. Denki excitedly peeled them off of you and threw them on the floor before playing with the hem of your panties.

"Can I take these off?" Denki whispered, chest rising and falling heavily. "Please?"

"Go ahead," you smiled reassuringly at your boyfriend, and hummed when your pussy was exposed to the cool air.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck," he mumbled, holding your underwear with one hand and examining the wet spot on the fabric. He couldn't resist the temptation, and pulled it to his nose to get a whiff.

"Pervert," Hanta teased from a few feet away on a chair, lazily jerking his hard cock.

"Says you," Denki quirked a brow. He threw your panties over to the ravenette, and grinned when Hanta shoved his nose into the fabric. "Pervert"

A gasp left the blonde's lips when you grazed your fingers across his inner thigh, causing him to look back at you with wide, dark eyes. You trailed your fingers from his thigh down to your flower, and spread your petals to show Denki your precious bundle of nerves. You heard a low sigh from Hanta as you gently toyed with yourself, making a show of how wet you were.

"C'mon, pretty boy, prep my pussy for your pretty cock," you purred, keeping eye contact with the boy above you.

His eyes popped open even wider, and he leaned down so he was face-to-face with your heat. Denki felt dizzy as your scent consumed him, and his cock twitched against his stomach again. He anxiously used his fingers to swirl your clit, trying to find a good rhythm for you. His breath shook when you grabbed his hand and ground into it, manhandling him for your pleasure. With your other hand, you clutched the back of his head, pulling him closer to kiss him. Denki moaned against your lips, focusing on the slick that covered his fingers and how that slick was going to be on his cock soon.

"Finger her already, dude," Sero said from the corner, leisurely stroking his dick.

"O-okay," Denki gulped, and your hand let go of his wrist. He trailed his middle finger down to your slit and shivered at the feeling. He traced through your folds before finding your entrance, and slowly inched his finger inside.

The way you clamped his one finger made his whole body shiver in excitement, and he awkwardly leaned over you to grab the lube. Denki lubed up a second finger, and pushed it in with the other one. He audibly groaned when your pussy squelched, and listened to your soft moans as he fingered you a bit faster.

"Is this good? Am I doing okay?" Denki whispered. He bit his lip when you smiled lazily at him.

"Mhm, keep going. I'll tell you when I'm ready for your pretty cock," you grinned.

Denki's dick noticeably twitched at your words and he quickly got back to work on your pussy. His mouth watered when a mix of your slick and the lube dripped down his fingers and he tried shoving it back in, "holy fuck that's wet," the blonde whispered quietly.

"Need your cock now, Denks," you chimed, dancing your toes from nerves.

Denki literally lurched forward involuntarily in response and he barely caught himself with his left hand on the mattress. He mumbled an apology and scooted back. He watched in awe as he pulled his fingers out of you, groaning when your pussy clenched and pushed slick out. Denki looked up to see you holding a condom and carefully unwrapping it, glancing at him to give another comforting grin. Denki wiped his sticky fingers on his thigh and sat up straight.

"Ready, pretty boy?" You quirked a brow as you lent forward a little.

"Y-yes," Denki managed to choke out, "hell yes."

Kaminari felt his cheeks get hotter when you gently rolled the condom over his drooling cock, careful to leave room at the top for when Denki will inevitably bust a fat load. He swallowed harshly when you tapped his glans a few times, and for a second he thought that he was going to cum before even going inside of you.

You helped Denki guide his cock slowly into your pussy, watching him gasp and hiccup when he bottomed out. He sat still for a moment, taking deep breaths to regulate his body to the foreign feeling. He didn't want to cum first, even though he definitely would, because his ravenette boyfriend in the corner would beat his ass if he didn't make you cum first.

"Move, Denks," you reached out a hand and held his cheek, encouraging him to open his eyes.

"C-can't," Denki squeaked, hiccuping again when your walls clenched around him, "'ll come. Want you to come too."

"Oh pretty boy, it's ok. It's your first time, remember? No matter how early you cum I'll still love you," you cooed, rubbing your thumb on his bright pink cheek.

Of course he remembered this was his first time. It was with you, which made it all the more nerve wracking and exciting, "gah- oh fuck," Denki whined again. "I'm gonna— holy shit I-I'm—."

"Don't you dare, Denki," Hanta ordered from the corner, a lazy hand still stroking his cock. "Not until y/n cums."

"Hanta," you scolded, glaring at your raven haired boyfriend. "Don't worry, Denki, baby. Go on and cum for me, pretty boy."

The blonde just whimpered and leaned forward to bury his face in the crook of your neck, his legs shook, and he hadn't even fucked into you yet. His cock was sat buried into your hot pussy, twitching to the beat of his heart.

"C'mon, lovely," you comforted, kissing Denki's head. "Fuck me nice and good now, okay? You can cum whenever you want, don't worry, pretty."

"Gahg~," Denki gasped when he pulled out halfway, sheathing himself back into you with a long groan. He started rutting into you sloppily without much rhythm and a sob left his lips, causing his cheeks to flush harder in embarrassment.

"Good boy, you're doing such a good job, Denks," you purred, wrapping your legs around his waist.

Denki choked on air for a second at how kind you were being to him, and how your heels that were digging into his back were forcing him into a rhythm.

"Coming! Oh my god y/n, fuck— you feel so good— you're so- good— holy shit, coming," Denki blabbered with tears in his eyes. He pounded into your cunt rapidly, repeating praise after praise through the curses he chanted.

Denki fell forward onto your chest and he held your shoulders tightly. He panted against your neck, giving occasional kisses to your skin. His legs shook, and he thought that he might fall over if he tried to get up. He sighed happily when you stroked his blonde locks, cooing soft praise into his ear.

"You did such a good job, Denks," you said, pressing your lips to his cheek. "Let's take the condom off."

Denki rolled over onto his back and pulled off the cum-filled condom, tying it shut and throwing it into the garage can. He squeaked when you hopped onto him, tracing your hands up his chest and making him shiver. You lent down to kiss his plump lips and squeezed one of his nipples to make him squirm.

"How are you feeling, pretty?" You asked softly.

"So fucking good. 'M getting hard again," Denki muttered. His cock twitched to clarify, causing you to giggle and tap on his glans.

"You wanna lay ass-up?" You purred, nibbling where his ear met his jaw. "Hanta's been waiting."

You got off of Denki to let him roll over onto his belly, and teasingly ran a finger down his spine to make his back arch. Denki fixed his knees so his ass was presented in the air, showcasing the pretty gem, and rested his head on a pillow. He moaned when you toyed with the sparkly black plug, twisting and tugging on the metal. Denki felt the bed dip and he eagerly wagged his ass, Hanta's hands cupping both of his cheeks. You moved in front of the blonde and situated yourself with your legs open, pussy now on display for him to toy with.

"Ready, Denki?" Hanta grinned as he squirted a glob of lube on his fingers. "God your ass is so cute."

Denki whined a soft, "please yes," to the ravenette above him, and awkwardly positioned his neck to glance up.

"Tsk," Hanta tutted, giving Denki's ass a gentle slap. "Eyes on the prize, pal. You're just gonna ignore y/n like that? After you left her hanging?"

"Sorry," Denki said breathlessly, turning his head back. His golden eyes stared into your e/c ones and he shyly looked away, focusing now on your pussy. The blonde groaned when he felt the plug inside of him slowly pull out, fanning his hot breath on your flower. You edged closer and spread your lips for him.

"Fuck," Hanta hissed as he slipped his finger into Denki. "So tight."

Denki helplessly moaned and gave in, leaning in to lick a stripe up your folds. His legs shook slightly as Hanta pumped in a second finger, curling them trying to reach Denki's prostate. A grouse sob slipped through his lips as he continued to be finger fucked, trying to focus at least a little bit on your pleasure too. He struggled to wrap his lips around your swollen clit, but managed to latch on and suck intently. Denki's stomach fluttered when you moaned gratefully, sifting a hand through his hair to grip onto the roots.

Hanta sped up his pace, scissoring and curling his fingers, making his boyfriend squirm beneath him. The ravenette felt his cock twitch at the promise of sinking into Denki's ass, and he decided that he was ready.

"Gonna fuck you real good, kay?" Hanta grumbled, easing out his fingers. Denki whined impatiently and wiggled his ass in the air. He yelped against your pussy once Hanta slapped a hand firmly on one of his cheeks. The blonde moaned when his boyfriend did it again, this time on his other cheek.

"Please," Denki mewled, "please, Han-chan."

Sero squeezed out some more lube and fisted his cock a few times before placing a hand on Denki's hip and easing himself him. The two boys groaned in unison as Hanta slowly but surely bottomed out, the head of his cock just barely grazing Denki's prostate. Hanta slowly started to piston his hips, groaning at every move. Denki's walls were so tight that he struggled to push back in.

"Harder," Denki demanded, whining against your clit. Your hand still sat in his hair, gripping his blonde locks so he wouldn't pull away from your heat.

Hanta hissed as he rutted faster into his boyfriend, slowing slightly so he could put more power into his thrusts. Denki let Hanta grip his hips tightly, allowing the ravenette more control.

"I c-can't," Denki stuttered out as Hanta pounded into him.

"You can't what, baby?" You asked, letting go of his hair.

"I can't, I- I wanna make you cum," Denki cried. "But I c-can't. N-not with Hanta f—".

The blond got cut off when Sero pounded harder into the boy's ass, stealing away his words as his breath was forced out in a loud moan. He felt you gently take his hand and put something in it. Denki's eyes widened when he looked at the toy in his hand. He struggled to insert one part into you, and shakily placed the other over your clit so the bright pink toy could send vibrations inside of you, and also suck on your clit. He fumbled to press the button, and squeaked when you suddenly groaned and arched your back.

Hanta watched in awe as your face contorted into pleasure in front of him, and he repositioned his grip onto Denki's thighs. His eyes were locked on you and the way your hands gripped and trailed up your body in need, and your half-lidded eyes peered at his wide ones. Your mouth opened in a silent scream, displaying strings of saliva in your mouth; your eyes rolled back and Hanta could see your legs shake on either side of Denki's head.

"Fffuuuck!~" you gasped, gripping Denki's hair to keep him nibbling and kissing your thighs. "Oh holy shit, that feels so gooood.~"

Hanta growled out a holler and slammed his hips ruthlessly against Denki's ass, so close to the edge that he could taste it on his tongue. His fingers squeezed at Denki's hips, desperately chasing his high.

Denki swore that he died and went to heaven; all he could see was white and all he could hear were the lewdest moans he'd ever heard. Was that Hanta? Or maybe you? No, he thought, that was him.

Denki gabbled and cried and whined as he was forced onto Hanta's cock over and over again, not even processing when you got up from in front of him. A choked sob left his throat and he felt himself drool all over the pillow. Your soft hand wrapped around his leaking cock and pumped in time with Hanta's hurried thrusts, causing Denki's mouth to open and gasp as he tried to cry out, but nothing sounded. He suddenly sucked in a lungful of air and hiccuped loudly when he felt Hanta's cum fill his hole. Denki pleaded for him to keep going, not sure if Hanta could even understand him. A few more thrusts later from Sero, and a few more pumps from you, and he came with a gurgled cry.

Hanta slowly pulled out his softening cock, panting harshly at the aftermath of Denki, who had collapsed and was now moaning out 'thank you's. He watched as you, with shaky limbs, stroked Denki's back. You ushered the blonde to the bathroom, trusting that Sero would get some water for everyone.

Denki was still heavily panting as you helped him onto the toilet, cooing sweet nothings into his ear that he couldn't comprehend.

"Get all the cum out, Denks," you encouraged softly. "We don't want that staying in there for too long."

"I do," Denki mumbled. "Want it to stay forever."

He watched lazily as you filled up the bath, admiring your after glow and your still naked body. Hanta popped into the bathroom with three water bottles, and set them down on the counter.

"Denki, you ok?" Hanta asked, rubbing the back of his neck. "I went a little too rough for your first time..."

"'M okay," Denki grinned. "Felt so good."

Hanta leaned down to give his blonde boyfriend a kiss on the cheek, and made his way behind you. "Hey babe," he mumbled into your shoulder, "how are you doing?"

"Amazing," you hummed. "Just filling the tub for Denks."

"So when are we doing that again?" Denki asked eagerly after chugging half his water.

"Denki how are you not exhausted right now?" Hanta asked worriedly.

Denki shrugged in response, "I think I'm still kickin' on adrenaline. I'll probably crash within the next ten minutes."

Denki leaned on his fist and smiled stupidly, a blush coating his cheeks as he thought about how lucky he was to be sandwiched between the two of you and Hanta. He definitely couldn't wait until the next time.

[opluffys]

Reverse Captain- Killer x Reader x Eustass Kid

okay okay this is like the last old story from my archive account that i’m posting here *maybe? lmao idk* :,). i’m head over heels in love with killer so i got like ten wips for him lololo. lowkey don’t like how this one turned out, but it’s a couple of months old so idc anymore hehe. anyway i hope you guys enjoy! oh, also sorry if the spacing looks weird, i was too lazy to go through the whole thing and edit it...

-smut/nsfw-

You felt deliciously full and sore, the quick sliding of your captain's cock against your tight walls nearly made you lose consciousness.

"Fuck... Kid..!" You yelled, feeling his girth stretch you.

He grunted behind you and continued to thrust into you wildly, almost as wild as that red hair of his, which was now stuck to his forehead.

Your breasts were flush against the table of his office, rocking back and forth, creating a wanted friction that fueled your desire.

It was no surprise that Kid was rough in bed, just one look at the man and pretty sure anyone could tell. But you just weren't ready for it all, the way his cock just hit every spot inside of you so perfectly... When he leaned down to nip your ear and leave harsh markings on your neck, you felt like you couldn't keep up with him.

You broke the eye contact you had with countless papers and unfinished works in progress on Kid's desk, and looked fervently for your sword. You took that damn thing with you everywhere you went, you would risk your own life for that sword.

When you finally made eye contact with that beautiful blue casing, your face illuminated, you quickly grabbed it, using the hilt of the sword to press against Kid's chest.

"What the fuck..." He started angry, then stumbling backwards onto a stray chair in the middle of the room that fell victim to you and Kid.

"I think you need to slow down a bit, Captain." You said, your voice like sweet honey as you sauntered over to where he was sat, straddling his thighs.

"So you used Sea Stone to tell me that?!" He snapped, about to get up before you pressed the hilt against him once again.

"Ah ah. Feisty are we? I think it's my turn to take charge for the night, don't you, my Captain?" You asked, raising your hips to line yourself up right against his shaft, teasing the redding head with your slick entrance.

"Damn woman..." He growled, trying to get up again, but you were barely faster than him, trailing the hilt of the sword all over his body, making him groan tiredly.

"I would fucking end you if you weren't such a good doctor." He grumbled, still attempting to take charge every few minutes, evidently failing.

"That's all I am? Your doctor?" You responded, faking a disappointment tone. You still continued to rub your folds teasingly over the painfully hard head of your captain.

He raised his hand and you raised your sword, he almost chuckled, instead sending a smirk your way.

"Relax, princess. If I still wanted to actually take charge, you would've been screaming my name over my desk years ago. I guess I'll let you dominate this one time, but next time," He leaned into your ear, nipping it and taking the sensitive cartilage into his mouth. "You're gonna be wishing that you had done it my way." He finished.

You gulped nervously, the tone of his voice nearly made you want to bend yourself back over that desk, forgetting the thoughts of ever wanting to dominate your captain ever again.

Kid let out booming laughter at your reaction, about to come up with a snarky retort, but he was soon silenced by a grunt of pleasure as you finally decided to lower yourself onto his hardened arousal.

"Oh, fuck... So tight..." He whispered, biting his lip as he tried to silence his sounds.

You shuddered noticeably as he filled you to the brim, no, even further than that. He never let you ride him before, because 'You're too slow.' as he said. But as of now, being slow worked in your favour, making the red haired captain begin to lose his cool, grunts and groans of frustration leaving his full painted lips.

"Oh! Oh Captain!! Yes!!" You yelled, feeling his strong arms just tightly wrapped against you and feeling his warm pants fanning across your equally warm face just did something for you.

"Keep talking like that... I won't fulfil my end of the deal." He panted, hands attached to your plush hips, grinding against him thoughtfully.

"That'd be a shame, Captain... Because next time, I'm up for whatever you wanna do. And I mean anything, Kid." You said, sultrily pulling him in and out of you, your wet insides protesting him pulling out every time.

That seemed to shut him up for a while.

"So I've been thinking." You started, bottoming out on his lap, hissing in pleasure after feeling so full. "Your first mate, Killer... He doesn't like me much?" You asked, warming his cock, leaning your forehead against his pectorals.

"I know how Killer ticks. He doesn't hate you or anything, just no reason to make conversation with you. Why do you ask?" Kid replied, unconsciously bucking his hips upwards once in a while, earning you to pull your sword out and poke him with it a couple of times.

"No reason. I just think he's kinda sexy. What's under that mask leaves my imagination running wild, ya know." You said playfully, using your agile hands to tweak and pinch every inch of his built torso.

"What are you really getting at, (First Name)." He said, tone now completely serious, and even though he was stilled inside of you, length twitching and just dying to ravage your insides, the captain's voice never faltered, remaining serious.

"Okay, maybe I daydream of being pinned under your first mate, childhood friend, whatever. But hey, I admit it that he's really, really hot. Okay, happy now, Eustass?" You groaned, hitting your head against his chest in embarrassment, ready for him to scream at you for wanting to have sex with his best friend.

"Okay."

"Yes, I deserve whatever punishment you think is fit- wait, what?" You paused, thinking that you didn't hear him properly.

"I was your first, but by no means were you mine. So if you wanna fuck another dude, at least do it when I'm gone, or some shit." He grunted, rolling his eyes when he saw your surprised expression.

"Fuck, Kid. Please bend me over and fuck me as hard as you want." You whimpered, feeling so pleased at his response.

"With pleasure, princess." He replied, sending a wicked grin your way, harsh hands attached to your sides.

You stood at the edge of the ship, waving goodbye to your captain, who stood alongside Heat and Wire, going into the next island that you all had drifted to.

The two of you decided to hatch up a not too great plan of leaving you and Killer alone on the ship, which was 'I leave with Heat and Wire to the next island, because I'm captain, I do whatever the fuck I want.' which, had actually worked out well.

He sent a shit eating smile your way, then turned around to take his leave, the two other men following their captain.

Killer stood by your side silently, he was never one for being chatty, you knew that much. You took a few looks at the man, his plain black shirt hugging his muscles so tight, that scar on his arm made you tighten your legs, feeling an undeniable warmth flood your senses. You continued your not so subtle stares, the way his blonde mane fell down his broad shoulders and framed his body looked phenomenal, and the only thing you couldn't see was that damn face of his. You stared at the dozen holes on the striped mask, almost like trying to see through it.

"Is something the matter?" He asked, sounding more like a statement than a question. You stiffened, looking upwards towards the blonde, feeling so small in his presence.

You didn't get to be in bed with Eustass Kid for feeling small, though.

"No, Killer." You said, dragging his name out from your tongue, walking closer to his stature. You leaned against his strong chest, a gentle hand laying on his rippling muscles.

"But I think that you have something the matter with me." You said, taking your hand off of him, giving him a sly smile.

"You must've imagined it." He replied coolly, walking away to his quarters, not even giving you a chance to further your attempt at a conversation.

You clicked your tongue and walked past Kid's lackeys, who were all staring at your ass while you passed by, going to wandering into the kitchen.

You turned your head to look at them, smiling at how painfully obvious they were being while gawking at you. If only Killer sent a single gaze your way like these men here, it'd make your job of seduction a lot easier.

You took a seat in the kitchen, a stray chair in front of the stove. You picked at your nails, desperately waiting for someone to scream for your help, claiming they've been injured and needed your help. Though it was a bit bad to wait for someone to become injured, it was your role to assist them.

You didn't know when, but you leaned your head over onto your hand and started to doze off for a while, only jolting awake when you heard the sound of running water from behind you.

"Finally awake?"

You turned to where the voice came from, swallowing hard when you saw that mess of blonde hair.

"There's a plate in front of you, if you're hungry." He said, continuing to wash dishes. Yes, of course you were hungry, but not for food.

You hummed softly, getting up to smooth your skirt and walk over to Killer, offering your hand to help. "Maybe later. How about some assistance?" You asked, settling next to him to dry the wet plates. He shrugged lightly, his blonde tendrils swaying along his strong shoulders. Oh, how you wanted to just grab onto those shoulders while he thrusted into you wildly, grunting and groaning in your ear how you took him so well-

"Here."

You snapped out of your daydreams and took the plate from him, drying it off and placing it onto the shelf.

The two of you sustained a steady rhythm of washing and drying for a while, until you accidentally had dropped a glass cup, seeming to smash into a million pieces upon impact.

"Shit." You mumbled, crouching down to pick up the glass with your bare hands, of course, a bad idea, but you weren't weak, you could take a few cuts as long as you cleaned the mess.

Killer stood silently behind you, admiring the view of you bent down, even though he really shouldn't be. He pulled you up by the arms, surprising you, nearly dropping the glass shards.

You looked at his mask with a perplexed look on your face, dropping the bits of glass into the trash bin, dusting your hands off.

Killer started walking over to you, and you, being confused of what he needed, continued to back up, until your back hit the wall.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to drop it or anything. Besides, I cleaned it up. We all good?" You asked, looking up at him.

"Why do you do this, (First Name)." He asked, grabbing your chin in his calloused hand, forcing your wandering eyes to peer into the mask.

"Do what?" You replied, resting your hand atop his sculpted arm, his muscle twitching at your touch.

"Make me want to pin you against the wall and fuck your brains out." He said, not moving his hand from your skin.

You froze in place, it seemed your job was easier than you had thought. "So do it, Killer." You smiled, tracing your hands over his strong torso.

"I can't." He answered, moving away from you, back to the sink to dry the rest of the dishes. You frowned, your painted lips then creating a flat line as you stood in thought.

"You can. I'm the captain's girl, right?" You said, walking behind him, trailing your nails through the material of the black shirt, feeling his muscles tense under you. "And you're captain when he's gone." You said, standing on your tippy toes to nip at his strong neck, leaving a barely visible mark behind.

You were sure you didn't even blink before you were over the counter, Killer's arm against your back, preventing you to move. A smile spread across your features, sighing contently as you felt his other hand squeeze and pinch along your clothed body.

"Mm, Killer..." You whimpered softly, grinding against his crotch. His breath hitched, but he easily retaliated, a loud hiss of pleasure leaving your lips as you felt a stinging sensation on your ass.

"I guess you're just like captain. Always wanting to take charge." You sighed, feeling the cool air hit your dripping cunt, accommodating the size of Killer's digits. "I guess so." He said, his gaze on how you took his three fingers.

You moaned loudly, biting your lip while shifting your weight from foot to foot, unable to take the torture any longer. "I didn't come here for your fingers." You grumbled, closing your eyes as he curled his fingers deep inside of you.

"Yeah, but this is probably the only time I'm going to be able to enjoy you. Gotta take it nice," He stopped, pulling his fingers out to circle your clit. "And slow." He finished. You were sure he was smirking underneath that mask.

"It doesn't have to be." You whimpered, backing your hips against him again, feeling his bulge rub against you. You heard him take a sharp inhale, contemplating whether to continue the teasing, or to just give in.

"Please." You begged, placing your forehead against the hard table.

And he had his answer.

The sound of a fumbling belt buckle behind you put a smile on your face. "Finally." You mumbled, feeling his tip press against your entrance. You bit your lip from letting out a scream as he suddenly filled you, a shaky sigh leaving Killer's lips.

"Ah... Fuck, Killer!" You panted, your hands grabbing the counter harshly. His tan arm lifted from you, now squeezing your hips tightly, pulling you back against him, relishing in your warmth.

"Killer... Fuck... You stretch me so good!" You yelled, moaning when you felt him fill you over and over again. "You're awfully quiet back there, am I not what you expected?" You said, a fake tone of sadness lacing your voice.

"Unlike you or Kid, I'm not so vocal." He responded, trying not to show the strain on his voice, even when you were wrapped so tightly against him, your pussy dragging him in deeper and deeper with every thrust. "You're even better than I thought, (First Name)." Killer said, pushing himself into you deeper than what you thought possible.

"Isn't this position boring? Why don't you pin me against the wall and fuck my brains out like you proposed? You can even have me do the work and ride you, or even-" You were cut off when your mouth was filled with Killer's long fingers, taking your tongue between them. "You know, you make a good point. I can't see the faces you're making." He said, pulling out of you slowly.

"Why don't we go somewhere more, private." He said, his deep voice making your legs shake. You nodded fervently, pulling your panties up and adjusting your skirt. You tried to take a step forward, but your wobbly knees betrayed you, nearly making you fall down until Killer took your hand, pulling you up gently. "We weren't even going for that long." He said, making sure that you could stand before letting you go. "You're big, what do you expect?" You mumbled, rolling your eyes.

When you were stable, you tried taking another step under Killer's gaze. Again, you failed and your hands flew to his extended arm. He sighed audibly and lifted you up, carrying you like a bride. "What a gentleman." You giggled, your hand wrapping around his neck softly. He didn't reply as he started walking back to his room, obviously attracting stares along the way.

"Killer..." You whimpered, feeling his cock push against your womb, making you see stars. Your back was against the cool wall, seeming to steal the warmth that radiated off of you. "You're tight even when you and the captain go at it everyday..." He grunted, his hips snapping against yours. You would've laughed if you weren't pinned against the wall getting fucked. "Yeah, sorry about that... I know I can get a little, ya know..." You said timidly, a warmth settling on your cheeks after getting called out for being so loud.

"I've always wondered what your lips feel like." You sighed, feeling him stretch you so good. "Not today, (First Name)." He said, biting his lip softly, trying not to let out too much noise, even though you couldn't even hear him. "Come on, Killer. All I've wanted to see was your face the second I joined the crew, and that was years ago, that says something." You said, trying to sound angry, but that was seemingly impossible with a huge cock inside of you.

Killer seemed to stand still in thought, wondering if he could actually show you his face. He didn't hold any negative feelings toward you, but he wasn't sure if he trusted you enough. "And if I do..?" He asked, not moving any longer, his cock deep inside of you. "If you do, then I most definitely think that we would enjoy ourselves much more." You replied, hands squeezing his strong shoulders tightly. He made a sound of disapproval as he pulled out of you again, walking away from you. You barely stood, only with help of a chair next to you were you able to stand.

A confused face took over your gentle features, pondering if you had said or did something wrong. "Damn it, how the fuck did I mess this up so badly..?" You sighed, starting to gather your clothes slowly, silently wishing Killer was here to help you out. It was the least he could do if he didn't want you anymore.

"(First Name), do me a favour." You heard him, he was out of view, for some reason. You hummed, signalling that you heard him. "Close your eyes, just for a little while." He said, his voice coming closer to where you stood. You complied, used to taking orders, especially on a ship where Eustass Kid was captain.

You felt a rougher hand tangle with your soft one, leading you somewhere. You trusted Killer, but you had no clue what he was going to do.

You were stopped for a moment, then brought down onto muscled thighs, your hand still tightly wrapped with Killer's. It took you a moment to realise that you were straddling his thighs, your cheeks adapting a sudden warmth at the intimate pose you two held.

You felt warm lips against yours, your abdomen knotted tightly at the feeling. His tongue softly pushed against your own, his lips tangling within your own in a fierce dance, the two of you seemingly unable to get enough of each other.

Your hand still laced with Killer's, you squeezed it harder unconsciously, feeling your lungs start to burn after not inhaling enough oxygen. Your open hand wandered lower, tracing Killer's strong abs and his beautiful V-line, finally finding his rock hard length, your hand softly pumping it when he released your lips with a groan. 

"Fuck, (First Name)... Just like that..." He whispered, his pants warming your face. His breath smelled of a cool mint, opposing your captains fierce cinnamon scent.

Your eyes were still shut, though you were dying to take a small peek, you were sure he was just as beautiful as the rest of his body.

You continued your ministrations while Killer ravaged your soft lips, his lipstick mixing with yours. Any time while the two of you locked lips, you felt his cock twitch in your hands, obviously wanting to be back inside of your warmth. You subtly raised your hips, lining his cock up with your entrance. Just as you started to lower yourself, Killer thrusted his hips forward, sheathing himself inside of you quickly. You yelled against his lips, separating the two of you.

He would've laughed if he didn't dislike doing so. "You know I can see what you're doing, right?" He asked, his harsh tone of voice seeming to disappear.

"S-Shut your damn mouth..." You whispered, closing your eyes tighter than they already were. You opened your mouth to speak once again, but you were silenced by a pair of lips against yours once again. It was as if he couldn't get enough of you, each kiss was like air to him, his lungs burning like a fire until your cool lips met with his scorching ones. It was weird how you were the one who wanted to kiss him so bad, but he was the one who kept initiating it.

He pulled back from you, leaving your lips slightly agape and stinging, a sensation that was welcomed by you. "You can open your eyes now." He sighed, worried about how you'd react.

Your (eye colour) eyes strained open, the light making it hard to fully open them on command. You squinted, then little by little opened them fully, eyes resting on Killer's tanned chest, your mouth wanting to leave markings on the skin. You just realised that your hand still laid on top of Killer's gently, you muttered a quick apology and looked up at him, your eyes meeting his.

Your mouth hung open slightly, seeing his blonde hair fall into his face perfectly, his long eyelashes tickling his strong cheekbones, his full lips swollen after meeting your own countless times.

"So handsome..." You mumbled, seemingly forgetting that he was still inside of you. You noticed his cheeks get warmer, as you sent him a small smile. 

"Thank you."

He looked at you, confusion written all over his pretty features. "For?" He asked, his now free hand caressing your hips, tracing small shapes with his tall fingers.

"For trusting me... I know we never talk, but I trust you as much as Captain." You sighed, your forehead against his chest. "And well, obviously the other two." You laughed, referring to Heat and Wire.

He didn't know what to say, but he began to feel slightly bad. "Why did you never talk to me, anyway? When I first joined you used to at least make small talk with me, but then it stopped." You said, looking up at him with an undeniable sadness in your eyes. He sighed, averting his stare. "I knew something like this were to happen if I continued to talk to you. When you and Kid became a thing, I had to back off, respect that you were his, or the temptations would overcome me someday." He said, returning his gaze to you.

You hummed, satisfied with the answer. "At least you don't hate me." You said, raising your hips to be able to kiss him again, lips against his own with fierce intent.

"Please fuck me, Killer." You whimpered, unable to take just his stationary cock inside of you any longer. He didn't respond back to you, but began to assist you in moving on top of him, your arms resting against his shoulders as you started to bounce on him, his cock going inside and out with such a lewd sound.

Killer's hands gripped your hips tightly, lifting you onto him easier than if you were doing it alone. "Fuck..." He groaned, feeling your fleshy walls tighten around him, warmth over flooding his entire being.

You felt him push against the spot that nearly induced you into a deep unwanted sleep, letting out a loud moan, unable to form words to tell him to keep hitting that spot.

He knew what angle to go out now, abusing your wet walls with every snap of his hips. He moved his hand lower to circle your clit slowly, hearing you give a wanton whisper of his name fuelled his need to make you finish around him.

You felt your leg twitch as you felt your inevitable release creep up on you. Your moans and whimpers grew to a higher pitch, with a raise of your hips, Killer met your lips against his once again, you never growing tired of the feeling. One more deep thrust inside of you, and you couldn't take it, accidentally screaming into Killer's open lips, you separated from his mouth and whimpered again as you came around him, your arousal dripping down onto his erection and onto the both of your thighs.

He continued to lazily drill into you, filling you to the brim until he was satisfied. He bit his lip as you tightened onto him harshly, almost like not wanting to let go. You moaned his name, feeling sensitive with every move.

"So fucking good." He whispered to himself, getting lost in your soft insides. He too felt release coming sooner than he thought. You were just so good around him, smaller than him and still able to take him better than initially thought.

A few more thrusts and he pulled out, grunting softly as he came on your stomach, thick white ropes of his sticky seed on your naked body.

He got up to bring you a towel, finally feeling the after effects on him, collapsing onto the bed beside you gently. You smiled, your lipstick was slightly smeared and your hair was tousled messily. You cleaned yourself up and laid next to him, locking lips again softly, feeling him being so gentle with you made you feel like you could take him again right then and there.

His eyes were on yours after you backed up from the kiss, a smile on your face as you closed your eyes.

"I could get used to this."

[stevesharrlngtons]

amore mio aiutami.

roman godfrey x reader

word count: 5.5k

summary: once more, he took your hand and gave you the permission to mend him.  

a/n: long time so see! at least in the realm of one shots. this came out of aboutle nowhere and is probably super similar to my other stories but guess what? idc  ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯ so, i hope you enjoy (: 

“Darling, tell me what you need?” 

“(Y/N).” 

So, as much as Olivia detested you, she did as her weeping son asked and found you. 

You hadn’t seen Roman since the scene at the hospital. After he disappeared after Pryce and Peter had fled the waiting room in a hysteric flurry, you were left alone. You felt as sterile as your surroundings. You felt utterly still and useless. While both boys had crumbled into a fit of emotions, you had remained motionless when the news of Letha’s death had been so crassly and unceremoniously announced over the intercom system. It was like your brain had begun to malfunction, and instead of grief-stricken screams and body quaking sobs, it chose to retain its energy and stay dormant. The news was so blind siding, so heartbreaking, so earth shattering, that it was impossible for you to comprehend. Impossible for you to react correctly. 

So, you had sat for what seemed like hours, all alone, staring into space. Because Letha and her baby were dead. And there was absolutely nothing you could do about it. There was no going back. This morning you had held her hand as hospital staff had wheeled her back into the OR, matching smiles on your faces as she called you ‘auntie’ and you called her ‘mama’. You should have been holding a small little human right now. You should have been looking up at your best friend, palling from excursion but looking upon you with love as you held her bundle of joy. 

Instead, you had been abandoned and left stagnant in The White Tower, unable to function. You could still taste the smoke on your tongue from when Roman had cheerfully pressed his cigar to your lips and told you to inhale. You could still taste copper on your tongue from where you had unknowingly gnawed a gash into your cheek with your teeth. 

A page came over the intercom once more, and for some reason, it was enough to snap you out of your stupor. One minute your eyes were fogged and glassy, and the next, you had been thrust back into reality. The reality of being alone in the waiting room, your nails creasing into your palms uncomfortably, and pending a current decision. 

After a moment of blinking away the dryness in your eyes and swallowing any sick remnant from your chewing incident, you slowly looked down the small hallway to the door Roman had disappeared through. You knew it was best to find him, for both of you, to find him immediately. His gut wrenching sobs still rung in your ears. 

With timid strides, you made your way toward the door and pushed it open. It was likely placebo, but you swore the stench of death hit you like a wall of heat when you passed the threshold. Your eyes began to water from the weight of the smell, but you trekked on. You needed to find Roman. You needed to know he was ok. You needed him to be ok.

You aimlessly wandered the vacant halls, the sound of your own footsteps echoing menacingly around you. You debated calling out his name, but you already knew your voice was out of order for the evening. Possibly forever. 

You rounded a corner, and something in your stomach knew. The cosmic tether that still bound you to your best friend whispered in your ear and twinged in your belly, and told you that she had been there. 

Turn to your right and see what’s left.

And that’s where you found the room Letha had been in. A collection of monitors haloed a hospital bed, that lay behind a puddle of blood. Thick, dark, crimson blood dripped from the stark white hospital sheets and pittered into the puddle below, filling itself out so it could inch toward your feet. 

You knew from that moment on, that that puddle of blood would haunt you forever. Whenever you would start to feel good, or whenever you would see someone with a cut or whenever you would hear her name, this puddle is what would come to mind. This sentient puddle that seemed to be growing larger by the second, and the smell of her freshly dead corpse somewhere in the building. 

You didn’t find Roman. But Norman found you. 

“(Y/N),” his voice called, “You can’t, don’t, look at it…” 

“I should have done something,” your voice croaked, “I should have insisted on coming back here. I should have been here.” 

You should have held her hand while she pushed. You should have wiped the sweat from her brow. You should have cheered her on while she pushed. You should have been there to fucking cut the cord. You should have been there to watch her die. 

“You can’t start. You can’t start that,” you distantly felt him place a hand on your shoulder, “you can’t play a game of what if’s and should have been’s.” 

You managed to tear your gaze away from the growing puddle to look at Norman. Norman, whose face was splotchy and streaked with tears. Norman, whose lip was trembling as he blinked away another onset of sobs. Norman, who still jumped to action to help you when bile flooded your throat and suddenly burst from your mouth. 

Norman, who did his best to console you as you heaved up swilly vomit and choked back tears. 

When you opened your eyes all you could think of was the puddles mixing. Your insides mixing with Letha’s. 

You began to shake uncontrollably then, sobs finally erupting from your chest. Norman wrapped you in his arms, you were sure to console you, but also himself. Maybe he was pretending you were Letha as he held you. 

It was then that Roman finally found you both. 

“I’m leaving,” he said flatly, any emotion he had previously had had been stripped away. 

“You can’t drive like this, Roman. Not after everything,” Norman said from over his shoulder, while he still held you tight. 

“And like you can?” he bit out. 

“Then we’ll all take a cab.” 

And so Roman called a cab for the three of you without another word. 

You tried to look at him. You tried to touch him, talk to him, but it seemed Roman had an aversion to all things in that moment, especially you. You had reached out a weak hand to grab a hold of his jacket as Normal held you to his chest, in a desperate search for his comfort, in a desperate search to comfort him. But, at the feeling of your stretching fingers, he quickly shrugged off your touch and turned his back to you. 

So, you stayed in the arms of your best friend’s father. You tried to ignore the hurt you felt when you all piled into the cab and Roman lifelessly rattled off your address first, making it clear that you were to go home alone, without him. He chose to sit in the front seat, while you and Norman sat in the back. Roman looked out the window the entire way, he didn’t even acknowledge you as you got out of the car and turned to face the yellow vehicle, waiting for a reaction. But you got nothing, just the vision of Roman framed by the widow, lips pursed and eyes cast down. 

The cab soon drove away and you stood in the middle of your front lawn, watching it’s taillights disappear. The street lights were on and you could hear the distant sound of your neighbors sprinkler. You fell to your knees, then to your side, curling up on the grass in the hopes that nature could heal you. Maybe grow around you and help you blossom new in the spring, happy and void of this pain in your chest. 

But your mother found you before then, hours later and brought your inside. Your fists full of blades of grass. 

You slept for twenty one hours after, without a call or text from your boyfriend. You sent him a few stray messages but never heard anything back. You thought it best to give him space, but you were yearning for him so completely. 

And then Olivia showed up. 

You had just sat down for dinner when the doorbell rang. Your father, while long dead, had always had a rule about never answering the door or phone calls while sitting down for a meal. Even though he was gone and it was just your mother and yourself, the rule had stuck, even though neither of you cared that much about if it was disrespectful, like he had. 

You had both looked up from your pot roast when the bell rang, but exchanged a look that you always did in times like this. We’ll deal with it later. But the bell continued, quite consistently and obnoxiously.

“I’ll get it,” you said with a smile in a search to soothe your mother (who took it as an offense when someone wronged a rule from her deceased husband). 

With sock feet, you went to the front door with every intention of politely asking them to leave or come back later, when you were met with Olivia. To say you were surprised was an understatement. 

“Olivia?” you blurted out, because you simply couldn't help it. Her appearance was so unexpected, her name just dropped from your lips. 

“Good evening, I hope I haven't disturbed something,” her elegant voice said as she clasped her hands in front of her. 

“We just sat down to dinner,” you responded, voice sounding as skeptical as you felt. 

“Oh, well, I am sorry to interrupt your supper,” she said with a deep sigh as a period, “but I’m afraid I require your immediate assistance.” 

Which made sense, she had never been this polite to you in the past. 

“With?” 

“My son, I’m afraid.” 

You didn’t need to hear anything else she had to say. You rounded up a pair of shoes and jacket and kissed your mother’s cheek, then fled your home for Olivia’s truck without a second thought. 

She didn’t wait for you to buckle in before she started to drive. She smoked with all the windows up except for a small crack in the driver’s side. The radio hummed an old country ballad and your leg bounced restlessly against the floor mats. 

“How have you been faring?” she asked as you were stopped at a light. 

You didn’t feel like bearing your bleeding heart to her or engaging in any small talk, but you answered anyway. 

“Dreadfully.” 

Olivia hummed as the light turned green. 

“I’m sorry, truly. If it is half as bad as how my son is grieving, I know you are going through something so hideous... going through feelings that humans are not equipped for.” 

You nodded at her lukewarm attempt to console you and watched the world pass through the window. 

“I know what you think of me, your distaste for me. You are less than subtle about it. But then, I suppose so am I.” 

This drew your attention back to her. 

“Just because I don’t, well, enjoy your presence, that doesn’t mean I don’t see what you do for my son’s happiness. It doesn’t mean I don’t see how well you treat him, even when he bloody well doesn’t deserve it. You’re good to him, for him. I see it all,” she continued, eyes briefly leaving the road to look at you, “As his mother, I have always wanted to protect him, to be the only woman he loves with such feriousty. And I know that is a reason why I hold such a contempt and resentment toward you. Misplaced, possibly, but I can’t help it. He is my only son and I would do anything for him. Which entails me… weeding out the riff raff. But here you still stay, ready and willing to take me on to love my son. Not an easy feet, but an admirable one.” 

As she was finishing, you came up to the Godfrey mansion. 

“I do accept you, you know? I do, in my own way. And I hope through the thunder and the rain you will accept him too,” she turned off the engine but made no move to exit the car, “it is such a pity that things couldn’t have been different. That you couldn’t have been the one to bear the weight of all of this, isn’t it?”

Olivia then reached out and ran the back of her hand gently over the apple of your cheek, examining you in the way you would a prized pig at auction.

“But, I know that you will play a part in this before it is all over.” 

She carefully took a single stand of your hair between her finger tips and slowly ran them down to the end. Her beauty had always been intimidating, but in this moment with the lowlight of the moon, her face was frightening. Like someone had pulled back her mask to reveal her ghastly, maleficent exterior. The hair stood up on the back of your neck as she surveyed you, and you had never felt like you had ever been in more immediate danger as you were in that moment. While you couldn’t see your expression, you could feel it was confused and slightly horrified. But Olivia could, and so she sighed. 

“You better get in there now. The attic. He’s expecting you.” 

She returned to her cigarette and looked out the windshield like she had been alone the entire time. Like she hadn’t been looking at you like the last gulp of water in the desert. You didn’t need any more prompting to flee the vehicle.

You found him in Shelley’s room, that was now bare of any signs of life. If you hadn’t been in this room just last week, you would have never known that it had been someone’s residence. You would have likely ruminated on the gross action on Olivia’s part for gutting her missing daughter’s room if it hadn’t been for Roman. Your sweet, broken Roman. 

He sat with his knees to his chest and his arms wrapped around his middle. He wore an old flannel shirt and the most pitiful look on his face. His lower lip quivered and his doe eyes widened with grief and need. 

“(Y/N)...” he choked out your name, half question half relief. 

“Oh, my love,” you simpered before you ran to him and fell to his feet. 

Once your knees hit the hardwood, Roman burst into tears, his long arms reaching for you. You went to him easily, effortlessly; you wormed your way between his legs and shuffled forward until you met his chest. Roman wound himself around you like a snake devouring its prey: with no way of you getting out of his hold. He clutched onto you like a lifeline as he sobbed into the crook of your neck, spouting apologies on an endless loop. 

I should have called. I’m sorry. I missed you. I needed you. I wanted you. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Please, please, please.

What? Please, what? 

Make this pain go away. 

And you wanted to tell him that if you knew how, you would have remedied yourself days ago. But that wasn’t helpful, that wasn’t what he wanted to hear or what you wanted to say. So, all you said was: 

“Ok.” 

You sat with him on the floor until his tears ran dry. Your back throbbed in discomfort and your knees ached from your position on the hardwood, but you didn’t move a muscle. What was going to help you get through this, was to help Roman get through this. You would save the one Godfrey you could. 

You had luck with suggesting you move to his bedroom after his body stilled from it’s cries. Roman nodded against you, and when you pulled away he left gritty tear tracks and dried snot smears on your skin. He wiped his eyes childlike, with the back of his hand, before he seemed well enough to let you stand from his hold. He let his tired hand skirt its way down your back as you stood and then promptly took a hold of your hand.You stuck your other out for him to take, which he did gratefully and you pulled him to his feet. 

On the way to the elevator, you bore most of Roman’s weight. His arm was around your shoulders and both of yours were around his waist, keeping him upright. He momentarily wrapped his other arm around you as the elevator lurched down to his floor, before returning it to his side once the doors opened again. 

You led him to his bedroom and felt a pang in your chest when you saw the state he had been living in. Discarded clothing and food wrappers covered the floor, empty cups and beer bottles held purchase over every surface they could, ashtrays overflowing with cigarette butts and whatever he was smoking were scattered about. 

“Let’s sit, baby,” you said, moving Roman to his unmade bed and placing him on the corner, “do you wanna change into something?” 

He shook his head swiftly and reached his hands out to tug on the hem of your t-shirt, “Just take it off.” 

And you understood. 

You helped him strip first, down to nothing at all, then did your own clothing. Adding both sets to the sea of laundry on the floor. 

You stood in front of Roman in a position that would usually lead to a night of passion, but now was going to lead to a night of reassuring intimacy. Roman skated his fingers along your skin, cataloging every part of you with his fingertips and green gaze. Like he was proving to himself that you existed. He ran his thumbs under the flesh of your breast and moved in clean vertical lines to touch your nipples. He kept his thumbs in place as palms and remaining fingers came to cup you delicately. Roman met your eyes for a brief moment before he bowed his head against your sternum and deflated with a sigh. 

Tears stung your eyes as your hands, that had been laying listlessly at your sides as he examined you, came to weave into his disheveled hair. Tugging periodically at his roots in a reminder of your everlasting presence.  

You felt his chapped lips place soft, barely there kisses against your chest intermediate with his strained breathing. He nuzzled his face against your skin like he was trying to tunnel his way inside you for safe keeping, and when his efforts failed, he had to settle for the small kisses to taste you after your short separation. 

“I need you. I needed you. Stay,” he whimpered to your body, gripping your breasts tighter as you did the same to his locks. 

“Ok, yes. I’m here. I’m here now.” 

He nodded, before you gently pulled him away so you could look at his beautiful face. That was still as stunning as the day you met him, even with the profound sadness in his expression. 

“Let’s get some sleep, alright? I think that would do you some good,” you didn’t know for a fact, but the circles under his eyes told the story of his insomnia. 

He sniffled, but nodded once more. He let you go to scoot back on his bed and rummage around for the corners of his blankets so you both could slip underneath. He collected the haphazard covers the best he could, then draped them open. Roman looked to you with a soft, frighteningly innocent expression for your boyfriend, and patted the spot next to him. 

You crawled over to the spot and laid down. When Roman covered you both up and under his bedding, you could smell the wafting smell of smoke, body odor and beer coming from the sheets. Roman settled next to you and wrapped you back into his arms, he pulled you so suddenly to his chest you couldn’t help the tiny gasp from your lips upon the impact. He mumbled an apology as he got comfortable around you. His arm around your waist, his nose buried into the crown of your head, his leg thrown over your own. Roman created you a human cocoon, one that left you no option for escaping from.

Though, you really had no interest in leaving. You had missed this man with your entire being and to be near him again, made your heart swell with love and drain a fraction of the sadness in your chest. Roman’s embrace could cure a lot, but unfortunately not this agony. But, it was a start, and he was a salve you would never turn down. Roman always made everything better for you (even if in the moment, it felt like he was making it worse). 

You pressed your lips to his knuckles and let out an encompassing sigh and let your eyes shut. You ran the tip of your tongue over the cracks in his skin and he hummed sweetly behind you, like a cat’s purr. You hoped that when you woke, you would feel better and Roman would be healed, even if you knew that was impossible. It was impossible, but you were allowed to dream as much as you wanted. 

Forty five minutes later, you woke with a thin sheen of sweat heavy on your skin. Following your marathon sleep session after your mother found you on the lawn, you hadn’t slept more than two hours at a time. You had hoped Roman’s presence would help, but it seemed it was something in your body that would just have to run its course. You thought about seeing a shrink as you ran your nose along Roman’s radial bone. It could help you… but maybe Letha’s death was still too fresh to be searching for help. You’d give it a month, maybe six. Maybe then it would be easier to talk about. 

Your whole life seemed to be composed of maybe’s lately. 

Maybe things would get better. Maybe Letha would still be alive if you were in the room with her. Maybe Roman will call. Maybe he would hold you together when you broke apart. Maybe taking care of him would fix you both. 

You just had to hope you figured it all out soon, because you didn’t know how much uncertainty you could take. 

The longer you laid in Roman’s arms, no matter how much you had missed his embrace, you became restless. The room seemed to be closing in on you, the clutter unavoidable and ignorable. The mess was so awful that you couldn’t shake it from your mind. Some of the beer bottles had gained mold and there was a fly buzzing around an old fast food bag in the corner, not to mention the hills of dirty clothes that barricaded you from his en suite. The maternal, coddling feeling you felt in the attic to protect and fix Roman flared in your stomach and seeped into your blood stream until all you could think about was cleaning up the grieving mess he’d made. 

So you did. 

You gingerly extracted yourself from Roman’s hold, which had thankfully loosened from the depths of his slumber. You tiptoed over to where you had discarded his flannel from earlier and buttoned it up on your body. The last thing you wanted was to be caught going in and out of Roman’s room stark naked by one of the staff or God forbid Olivia. At that chilling thought, you slipped on your panties as well. 

You left Roman’s room, leaving the door cracked so you didn’t have a chance to wake him. Then, you scurried down to the kitchen and gathered a box of trash bags and a pair of rubber gloves from the side of the sink. On your way back upstairs, you found Annalisa and told her there would be a few trash bags to collect from outside Roman’s room. You whispered, even though you were separated from Roman by two floors. 

Back in Roman’s room, you crept around on light feet as you stuffed pizza boxes, rotting receptacles and overflowing ashtray contents into each white bag until they were full. You tried to pad the beer bottles with layers of other trash so they wouldn’t make as much noise, but that didn’t mean that you didn’t look over at the bed with baited breath each time they clinked together. You managed to fill four garbage bags without waking him, and set them outside his room for Annalisa to retrieve. When the trash was handled and the shapes of his living space were appearing again, you moved onto the laundry. You had planned on taking arm fulls down the hallway to the laundry shoot, then take the elevator to the basement to do as many loads as you could before Roman woke. Unfortunately on your third trip down the hall, you heard Roman’s throat crackling wail of your name. 

You raced to Roman’s room and burst through the ajar door to find Roman, blankets pooling at his waist and tears in his eyes. 

“Where did you go? You were gone!” he shrieked at you in anger as he battled off his cries.

“I was just trying to clean up a bit, Ro,” you replied, rushing to his side and sitting side-saddle on the bed.

“You said you wouldn’t leave,” he said through gritted teeth. 

“I was just down the hall, honey. I never left.” 

“You can’t leave me, you can’t leave my side. You can’t leave too,” he voice wavered at the end of his sentence. 

Roman’s face soured and a scream erupted through his teeth and his face fell into his hands. He was furious he still felt so broken. 

“Roman, baby, no. No, I’m not gonna leave. I’m here, I’m here, always. Always, always, always…” you said as you rested your chin on his shoulder and wrapped your arms around him, “I have you, Roman. I’m not leaving.” 

You rocked him gently and cooed to him sweetly. You ran your hands over his skin and kissed the curve of his jaw until his breathing slowed once more and excess tension seemed to dissipate from his body. 

“Do you wanna go back to sleep?” you asked, placing your cheek where your chin had been, so you could look at him, “I won’t get up this time.”

Roman shook his head, almost petulantly. 

“Do you wanna shower? No offense Ro, but you smell kinda ripe,” you played. 

“I haven’t had the energy,” he snapped. 

He tried weakly to pull away from you, but your arms held strong. 

“What about a bath? It’s low energy? I could take it with you if you want?” you proposed, not letting his bitter response deter you. 

“You probably wouldn’t want to...because I smell like shit and all,” he pouted indignantly. 

“Ro, I would bathe with you even if you actually smelled like shit. I’d do absolutely anything to take a nice bath with you, baby.”

You looked up at his profile and laid a series of pillowy kisses to his shoulder and trap muscle, before Roman sighed. 

“Ok, we can take a bath.” 

You smiled, “I’ll go get it started.” 

You stood and walked to the bathroom (that you had made accessible) and started the water for the tub, and ran your fingers under the tap until it was Roman’s desired temperature. When you turned back to Roman, he had craned his neck to watch all your movements, his face full of worry. He didn’t trust the universe enough to take his eyes off you, again. 

As you went toward him and Roman’s gaze never left yours. Not as you approached the bed, not as you walked across its surface on your knees, and not as you took his face in your hands. 

“My beautiful boy,” you hummed quietly as you studied his face. 

His creamy silk skin, his cherry stained lips, his fluttering eyelashes that framed perfect emerald eyes. You ran your thumbs over the expanse of his cheek bones, around the hollow of his eyes and followed the bridge of his nose to trace the arch of his eyebrows. 

“My sweet boy,” you moved closer to his lips and Roman let out a distinctive mewl and you reveled in the pleasure of knowing you were making him happy. 

You placed a soft kiss to his plump mouth and poured as much love and affection into it as possible. You nudge your nose against his and Roman sighed peacefully at the feeling. 

The kisses shared were simple, chaste, but earnest. Your hands stayed clasp on his cheeks and Roman’s lay lax on his lap. You hadn’t kissed so soft or so innocently since you had first started seeing each other. While it was a change of pace for the two of you, it was well appreciated and savored.

When you pulled away from Roman’s mouth, he followed yours until you held his head study. 

“I think the bath should be about ready by now.” 

You got off his bed and held your hand out from him like you had in the attic, your way of asking him to let you usher him into comfort. Once more, he took your hand and gave you the permission to mend him. 

You walked together to the en suite and you turned off the tap and shed yourself of Roman’s flannel and your underwear. You carefully stepped over the lip of the clawfoot tub and tried not to hiss at the obscene temperature he preferred and delicately lowered yourself into the steaming water, as Roman watched. Once you were submerged you looked up at him in question. 

“Get in, honey,” you encouraged, shrinking back against the porcelain to give him room. 

“I always hold you in the bath. That’s how this works.” 

“Not this time. Now, get in.” 

Roman looked on at you with a scowl.

“The water is getting cold, Ro. You either waste this lovely bath or you get in and just let me hold you.” 

He looked over his shoulder, like a stranger may burst in and revoke his masculinity card if he let you be the big spoon. You wanted to poke fun at the action, but kept your mouth shut. He was unbelievably fragile at this moment, and all he needed was your kindness and protection. 

“I’m supposed to take care of you,” he carped, “I’m supposed to protect you, y'know? Not the other way around.” 

“I’m not allowed to take care of you?” 

“No, it’s just,” Roman frowned, “I’m supposed to be the one who fixes. I’m supposed to take care of you.” 

“And you do. But right now, I am taking care of you. And I always will, whenever I can and whenever you need it. It’s just a part of the deal.” 

“Why?” he asked, his voice suddenly null of all angry testosterone, and full of vulnerability. 

“Because I love you, Roman. I am hopelessly and utterly in love with you,” you shrugged lightly, “and that just means that I will always take care of you.”

You said this to him so frankly and so decisively that it left so room for him to argue or pout. You had told him a resounding fact and it was clear you wouldn’t hear otherwise. 

After an uncomfortable thirty seconds of shifting his weight between his heels as he stood on the cold tile, Roman stepped into the water and settled against your chest. 

You rounded your arms into the water and to hold him around his middle and hooked your feet over his shins. 

Roman’s height, even now, dwarfed your own. He could easily and comfortably recline his head over your shoulder and against the tub. You hummed with peaceful satisfaction and slowly felt Roman relax against you. His tight muscles unraveled from their persistent tension, and he let his body be molded by the soothing water into his usually relaxed stature. 

For a while, you both sat in content silence. The only sound in the room was the gentle slosh of the water and your matching even breaths. You stroked the skin of his stomach with nimble fingers, rounding his belly button and going through the hair above his groin. You ran your thumbs over the hollow of his ribs and over his protruding hip bones.

“(Y/N)?” 

“Yeah?” 

Roman twisted against you to be able to look you in the eye, “I love you, too.” 

“I know, honey,” you placed a kiss to his nose and he smiled softly. 

Though, his lips slowly flattened again and he looked at you earnestly, “I don’t want you to worry about protecting me. It really is my job.” 

You weren’t going to argue gender roles and Roman’s twisted ideas of honor and rights then, so you just nodded. 

“Ok, baby. You can protect me again tomorrow.” 

And that seemed to satiate whatever macho part of his was blazing in his chest to turn back around and snuggle into you. 

Surrounded by tempted water and all things Roman, your pain was briefly smothered by love, which really, was the best you could do. And that was more than ok for now. 

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a/n: HELLO. i’m sure everyone is wondering what’s going on and WHY i’ve been absent for a few months. put simply: things got hectic and i needed a break! i’m not saying i’ll jump back into being completely active again, but that i’m going to come on as often as i can! (which might be every few days or so! i apologize!!)

as a treat for everyone - this features rich girl wonwoo! <3 

wonwoo stands at the street pole, conversing with his friends. the bar is unusually crowded. mostly likely because it’s a friday and there isn’t much else the townspeople would rather do than get plastered, forgetting the atrocities of work. his friend extends a box of cigarettes to wonwoo, offers him one, but he shakes his head.

since getting involved with you, wonwoo has attempted to forfeit smoking. it has always been something he’s done to pass the time at the street corner. plus, he likes the idea of blowing a big, stinging cloud right into someone’s face when they give him attitude. 

instead wonwoo suckles on a lollipop that tastes like an artificially sweet strawberry, pushes up the bridge of his glasses, and folds some silvery hair under his beanie. he knows it’s about the right time for you to be returning from that dinner party your parents forced you into attending.

as wonwoo’s friend exaggerates a tale about getting into a fist-driven confrontation at a bus stop last week, someone strutting by on the packed street bumps wonwoo’s shoulder.

“choose a better place to stand.” the stranger rumbles, agitated.

wonwoo flicks up his middle finger indifferently. “fuck off.” he grunts, the fog of his breath appearing in the night air.

he’s feeling sort of agitated himself. your parents have tethered you to a leash lately, forcing you to all these fancy gatherings and opening ceremonies and dinners. to put it frankly – wonwoo misses you. your laugh, your eyes, the texture of your skin, your voice in his ear. he’s been wanting an excuse to get his hands all over you. every single inch.

that’s when he hears the ding in his jacket pocket. looking away from the dramatic enactment involving his friend driving a fist into his palm, wonwoo checks his phone to see a text from you. a series of images.

23:28 // JPEG.1034

23:28 // JPEG.1035

23:28 // JPEG. 1036

the three pictures load. he chokes on his breath.

23:28 // i know u don’t like when i spoil my lingerie but.

23:28 // don’t i look so cute :( so fuckable?? im srry but I had to :(

his teeth crack the strawberry lollipop into sugary shards in his mouth. that lace is squeezing your flesh in all the right places. the picture with your fingers splayed teasingly over your underwear, hiding your core, it’s enough to make him shudder, salivate even. he’s officially ignoring his friend’s story by tapping a reply, fiddling with the thin stick in his mouth.

(ww) 23:30 // u free now? head to my place.

he receives an answer immediately.

23:30 // hmmm why?

(ww) 23:30 // u know why. don’t act like such a brat.

already, wonwoo can sense the desire form inside him. pounding almost. like a second heartbeat. you’re usually compliant and bending to his carnal whims. maybe all this time away from each other has you forgetting just how well wonwoo can fuck that stubbornness out.

23:30 // it’s new. i don’t want u ripping anything!!

(ww) 23:30 // idc.

23:30 // so mean!! not even gonna let u touch me now :-)

(ww) 23:30 // yeah. ok. we’ll see about it then.

after sliding his phone back in his pocket, wonwoo glances briefly in through the bar window. he sees a bartender pour a glass full of ice cubes before sloshing in a surge of alcohol. at that, wonwoo gets an idea. when his friends question about why he’s leaving so suddenly, he smirks.

“need to teach someone how to behave.” wonwoo shrugs before jogging quickly across the street.

“i’m not gonna tell you again. keep your fuckin’ thighs spread nice and wide for me or else i won’t let you cum – not even once. you understand?”

a harsh dip in your stomach suggests the breath you just inhaled. after a moment of silence, he hears you comply, and watches with his hungry, intent gaze as your legs part open for him. wonwoo has been teasing you with a bowl of ice cubes. at first, he held them to your nipples, had you whimpering into his mouth while he simultaneously rubbed his tongue against yours. but the real fun began when he introduced the ice cubes to your lower region. it was a very different punishment compared to his past endeavours, a tantalizing one.

wonwoo returns the cube to the nook of your inner thigh, then creeps it slowly toward your core. you’re beginning to tremble with the restraint required to not snap your legs shut. the ice cube ghosts transiently up your slit, a contact you had yet to experience, and a beautiful gasp tears from your lungs. he swears that you leak even more onto the sheets.

he takes the cube away, then drags his warm tongue from the bottom of your pussy right to the top, delivering a slow, flat lick which tastes sweet and cold and makes him so unbelievably dizzy with how much he loves it.

“w-wonwoo, please, pl-please keep going.” you stutter, opening your thighs even wider to invite his tongue.

he shakes his head. “what else did i tell you? don’t ask me to do anything. you’ll lie there and you’ll fuckin’ take it.” smiling, wonwoo issues a tight grip on the ice cube and presses it right into your clit. you whine sharp and loud, your hands traveling all over your body in confusion, not sure if it’s more pleasure than pain, or a hot mix of both.

“or are you still interested in acting like such a brat, hm?” wonwoo utters in his deep voice. “ like a smug little princess who thinks she can tease me whenever she wants and she’ll still get my cock all the way inside her? nice and full, just how she likes it. is that it, babygirl?”

he feels the ice melt under his fingers. you can hardly piece together a response, just a very incoherent, “no wonwoo” as tears start slipping down your cheeks. wonwoo takes the cube away, then massages your clit with his thumb, warming you up slowly. a few jolts pass through your body. he can tell you’re falling apart inside with how badly you want to cum, though wonwoo had strictly told you to hold it. he rubs and rubs and rubs, barking at you to control yourself, your pussy so slippery with arousal that it’s running all down your skin and wetting the bed.

right when he feels you’re about to snap, wonwoo completely removes his touch. you wail at that, suckle in a shaky breath and cry his name.

“please, wonwoo! i-i’m sorry, m’soso sorry! i’m sorry for acting so bratty and sending those pictures, t-teasing you like that! but i just c-ccan’t take this anymore. treat me however you want, but please let me cum!”

he’s truly missed the sound of you begging for him. his cock twitches in his pants, reminding him of how hard he currently is. each time you cry the boy’s name in such a lewd manner, there’s another surge of pleasure and he aches even more, to the point where he could cum just from touching himself over his clothes. still, wonwoo must ensure you’ve really learned your lesson. so, he offers you a deal. he’ll get to watch you pleasure yourself with the ice cube until he cums.

and so wonwoo sits in a chair based at the end of the bed, a hand stuffed down his pants, watching you swirl an ice cube at your sensitive core. he guides you every now and then: “hold it right there, pretty baby. let it melt all the way down. that’s it, sweetheart. n-now rub it, okay? f-finger yourself too. nnrgh, f-fuck. fuck you sound so wet. m’gonna c-cum—”

his strokes lash faster until wonwoo’s head rolls back against the chair, his eyes blinking shut while he chases his high. he hears you continue to whine as he cums, his cock throbbing in his hand, still so hard and heavy. in fact, wonwoo requires a moment just to breathe and let the heat circulate properly through his body.

with his fingers covered in the sticky mess of his cum, wonwoo approaches the bed again, fingering it as deep as he can inside you. he’s unable to remove his gaze from the filthy sight. there’s something so raw and intimate about watching his own seed getting pumped into you that sets his whole body aflame. he decides to let you orgasm as well, stimulating your g-spot consistently, letting you clamp down tight and ride his hand until you’ve got a full fix.

wonwoo supposes he’s done his job.

“i don’t think i’ll ever be able to look at an ice cube the same way again.” you laugh, sitting back against the headboard, tucked into his t-shirt.

drawing a warm washcloth between your thighs, wonwoo blinks at you, a very sly grin forming on his mouth. he plants a kiss on your nose.

“good. means it worked.” the boy says.

he folds the cloth over and finishes the last of his cleaning, ensuring there’s nothing more of his fluids that are still leaking out or anything sticking from your orgasm. grabbing your overnight bag off the floor, wonwoo pulls out a fresh pair of underwear and helps you slide into them. your lingerie sits in a pile off to the side, a few lace straps ripped.

“sorry about your little outfit.” wonwoo apologizes, staring at you earnestly. “it was pretty. you look good in everything.” he squeezes your hip and presses a soft kiss to your lips.

“it’s okay.” you murmur. “i’ll order something even better. and i’ll surprise you with it. maybe for your birthday. sound good?”

“mmhm.” wonwoo purrs, pulling you down with him to cuddle up close for the night.

“as long as i can take it off you, sweetheart, i’m fine with that.”

[vosiro]

Literally choose any character u want - a head canon about y/n giving head and how the character reacts

lemme do bakugo cuz...😋

He aged up in this btw mfing ground zero💃🏾

Giving bakugo head 18+

This mf would be shy at first, but then start losing himself. That head game crazy

Y’all would be on the couch chilling right, watching a movie, and you could tell he’s pretty stressed from hero work.

You just wanna do a lil sum for your boyfriend, if you know what I mean

Your currently cuddling, all cozy, and you place your hand on his thigh

Slowly moving it up

He notices, but let’s you continue your antics.

You slide your hand and palm his bugle

He’s already half hard

“Oh?” You say

He grunts, “Fuck you think you’re doing?”

You reply back with a simple “lemme make you feel good baby”

You quickly make your way in between in his legs, position yourself on your knees.

Taking his zipper in between your teeth, you drag it down slowly

Precum already seeping through his underwear

You pull the bands of his briefs down, and his dick slaps against his stomach

Okay YALL🤚🏾

Let’s talk about size rq

This man is slanging CAWK idc

8 inches

Back to the story line

You lick all the way from the base, to the top, placing small kitten licks on his top

“Q-quit teasing...”

Definitely would be blushing before you even touch his dick

You’d take the whole tip in your math and he’d let out a deep grunt

“F-fuck... feels good...”

The more or his length you take in, the more he groans

Your mouth just feels so wet, and warm, it just sucks him so perfectly

He can’t help but buck his hips up into you mouth

Settle his hands somewhere on your head

And let his mouth fall open

“Yea, fuck, just like that...your mouth feels so fucking good” He groans out

He starts bucking his hips into you faster

“God, you’re sexy”

This man deff got a degredation kink too

“Shit, where’d ya learn to do this? You’re a fucking whore”

“Yea? You like when I fuck your throat? You’re such a slut. My slut,”

He’s possessive. Idc what anyone says

“I’ll fuck your mouth so good, you’ll only know how to suck my cock,”

At this point now he’s gone feral

He’s standing up and straight face fucking you

Now you’re a moaning mess but, he loves it

If you start tearing up, and you will, he will deffo make fun of you

“Hm? You can’t handle it? I thought you were my good little slut?” He grunts

You feel wetness pool at your core because of his words, so you reach down to touch yourself while he fucks your face

“F-fuck, sucking me off is turning you on this much?”

“You’re more slutty than I thought,”

And if he’s cumming

You’d know

You’d definitely know

Your mouth just feels so good around him, milking him for all he’s got

It’s almost like your throat was made for him to cum inside

His thrust’s would become faster and messy

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m close, m’so close”

He’s moaning as he feels his release inching closer

His hips slow down as he gives your mouth slow deep throats

“Fu-uh-” You feel the spurts of his cum drip down into your throat. “Uckkkkkkkk.”

You’d swallow it all (duh)

“My good girl.”

Would pull his dick your mouth just to rub it against your cheek

Just as an act of dominance

Would he kiss you after he just butter in your mouth?

Yes

To be specific, he’d grab you by your neck and pull you up to kiss you after

He’d notice how you still haven’t gotten off yet

“Get on the couch now... and spread your legs.”

“Lemme make you feel good”

Fin

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Yea yea 💃🏾 @taylorpie

[kinnie-moment]

SoKi hcs because they are criminally underrated idc

These mfs have so much trauma LOL

Kids always paranoid about becoming a kishin like Asura

Also has nightmares about being kidnapped…… that could not have been a fun experience. I’m sure he wakes up practically trembling. 

And Soul is of course still torn up over the black blood and the little demon

#bestievibesonly 😍😍

Soul feels. So inferior to Kid. LIKE HES A MF DEATH GOD HE DID SERIOUS DAMAGE ON THE KISHIN and Soul thinks he’s just some guy

But Kid always notices and knows exactly what to say to Soul. He has a very proper and elegant way of speaking, and that translates into compliments

But when it comes to them getting together!! Its a funny story i will pretend its cannon

It was a school dance. Soul found himself on the balcony as usual, but this time it was Kid who came out to greet him and ask if he was okay

He figured Soul would be dancing with Maka since they came to the dance together, but after speaking to Soul for a minute or to he suddenly realized it wasn’t like that

Eventually, he got Soul to spill that he wanted to dance with someone, he just didn’t think they’d say yes

“I think you should ask them, Soul. Surely they’ll accept it if you approach it properly.”

“Okay pretty boy, wanna dance with me?”

Yeah Kid nearly fell backwards of the balcony 

So much?? Just happened???? Being asked to dance??? BEING CALLED PRETTY BOY??????????

He suddenly realizes he forgot to respond so he quickly mutters a small “y-yes.” and Soul thinks it's hilarious.

Kid gets flustered very easily but we’ll come back to that later

Anyways they dance and!!!!! Turns out Liz set the whole thing up and basically told soul that kid liked him LMFAOSKB

As for general relationship hcs:

Kid calls Soul the sweet and tender pet names like “love” and “dear”

But also stuff like fruitcake and dumbass. Lovingly, of course

Oh my god they probably call each other the f slur bye

Soul calls him stuff like “pretty boy” and “kiddo” and Kid rolls his eyes and pretends like he hates it

One time Soul called him some dumb shit like “alive the offspring” and got slapped in the face. He doesn't regret it tho because Kid’s small giggle was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard. He’s down bad yall.

Kid gets flustered. So incredibly easily. And it's super obvious bc mf is so PALE

Soul could whisper something slightly outta pocket and Kid is bright red in a second

Its very funny everyone teases him for it <33333

Tfw ur literally a death god but can't handle holding ur bfs hand

However, Soul can get just as flustered. He's only slightly better at hiding it

Kid has definitely shot Soul in the balls before. Just bc he was being obnoxious 

“If you damage anything down there it’s a loss on your part, remember that.”

Soul gets an extra shot in the face for that one

Very chill relationship. They really don't need to constantly drown each other in affection, sometimes just sitting in silence together is enough

Just stuff they'd do even if they weren't together, like sneaking out to the basketball court late at night

“If I win I get to move all the furniture off center” “If I win you shut the fuck up”

I know i said they don't have an incredibly over the top relationship, but there is a lot of reassurance needed with these two

Soul has like,,, the insecure jealousy. He knows his bf is like the hottest guy ever. He knows his bf possesses an immense power and a high status. It seems ridiculous that he’d settle for a guy like soul

But he did. And Kid doesn’t regret it, no matter what Soul thinks

God im just jumping around w these but… onto pda and physical affection!

At first, Kid isn’t big on physical affection. He’s never really gotten it before so he’s like ????? what even is that

He discovers how nice it can be one day when he’s beginning to spiral. Instead of trying to talk to Kid, Soul just gently pulled him closer and rubbed small circles into his back until he had calmed down and Kid was like. oh. oh okay.

So needless to say, he’s very big on affection now. When Soul hugs him he doesn't feel like a god anymore. He doesn’t feel the stress of living up to his father. He can just sink into the feeling of security. 

Soul loves to give Kid hugs from behind. Just to flex that he’s taller. Even tho its only by 1 inch

He talks mad shit for a mf that's literally 5’3

LMAO ANYWAYS

They both give me the vibes of….. clingy when sleepy. Kid practically clings to Soul when he’s asleep, and if Soul attempts to get up Kid will just whine and pull him back while he’s in this half asleep state

He’ll never admit to it though.

Soul loves to watch Kid fight. He's just so graceful with each move and it's incredibly badass.

Kid loves to wear Soul’s hoodies around the house. Again, he’s only 1 inch shorter but Soul wears looser clothes so it definitely fits a bit big on him

Soul loves when Kid plays with his hair

Kid loves it to, but at the same time he’s so insecure about his hair he usually prefers to forget about it completely 

But if he's had a hard day is he really gonna say no when Soul offers to hold him and rub his hair????? No absolutely not

Who the fuck would say no to that

Ugh i love them

Pov homosexuality 

Oooo u wanna be my friend and talk to me about them so bad ooooooo kid kinnies wanna give me validation so bad ooo

Also im only doing self promo bc there’s no SoKi content out there but!!! I have tons of SoKi content on my ao3 (kinnie_moment) and i’m slowly uploading them to my wattpad (kinnie_moment_asf) so feel free to check those out if u want more content!! I love these two sm i doubt i’ll stop writing them anytime soon

[dreamypeaches]

strawberry kisses | kiara carrera x reader

request: @dontjinx-it asked: sweet! <3 uh oh I'm so bad with coming up with scenarios but maybe like fem. reader shows Sarah or Kie (idc you can choose) how it is to be pleased by a girl :) thank you! xo

summary: kiara wonders why she doesn’t like pope back, you think you have the answer.

warnings: SMUT, cursing

word count: 2.2k

a/n: oh boy, it’s real h-word hours up in here. i know you said you wanted reader to show them how it is to be pleased by a girl (which i did include), but my dom!kie loving ass slipped out and here we are. look out for the sarah version of this request, coming soon ;)

“Why can’t life just be easy?” Kiara huffed as she collapsed onto her bed beside you. You smiled down at her and patted her head.

“Because then life wouldn’t be all that fun,” You said.

“Well, I’m not having fun at all. I mean, why don’t I like him? Pope’s great. He’s nice and smart and funny but…” Kiara trailed off, staring up at the ceiling.

“But, you don’t like him that way. It’s okay, Kie.”

“But it’s not!” Kie yelled, sitting up and looking at you, “It’s not okay because he’s one of my best friends and I want to like him back but I…I can’t. Why can’t I?”

Kie gave you a pleading look, begging you to give her the answer to all her problems. You stared right back at her, getting lost in her dark eyes. You thought you had the answer, but to say it aloud would change everything. You were feeling risky tonight, however, and had been waiting to long for this opportunity to waste another second of it.

“I think I know why,” You said. Kie leaned closer to you, nodding enthusiastically.

“What is it?”

You hesitantly reached out, placing you hand gently on Kie’s cheek. You felt her breath hitch as you stroked her soft skin with your thumb.

“Do you trust me?” You asked, voice barely above a whisper. Her breathing becoming uneven, she nodded. With her permission, you leaned in and placed your lips on hers.

Kiara was frozen for a moment, and you gave her time. You gave her a soft peck pulling a way a few centimeters to see how she reacted. What you didn’t expect was for her hands to grasp your head, pulling you back and kissing you furiously. Her soft lips danced against your chapped ones, moving with a passion and curiosity that you adored. You settled one hand on her hip, the other continuing to cup her cheek. You ran your tongue across her bottom lip and her moan vibrates through your body right down to your core. As soon as her lips fell open, allowing you entrance, you dived in with your tongue. You explored her mouth tasting the sweetest of the strawberries you both had eaten earlier. You took in every inch of her, savoring the moans and gasps you elicited from her has your hands started to wander across her sides and neck.

This was a position you’d always hoped you’d be in with Kiara. You’d had a crush on her since forever, but never planned on acting on it until you for sure knew she swung your way. You’d started noticing her wandering eyes recently. Her gaze would stay on you longer when you stripped to your bikini when you went out on the water. The lingering touches when you asked her to help you put on  sunscreen.

Kiara was you best friend, she made you happier than anyone else in the world, but you always wanted more. So when Pope had approached you asking for your advice on how to ask Kie out, your heart had broken in two. That is, until Kiara texted you to come to her house ASAP, freaking out about Pope liking her. That’s how you ended up here, making out with your best friend.

Kiara pulled away, her eyes still closed and lips glistening and swollen. When she opened her eyes, she gaze you a shy smile and giggled.

“Oh,” She said simply.

“Was I right?” You asked.

“How’d you know? I barely even knew!”

“Baby, no straight girl looks at their friends the way you look at me.”

Kie blushed and looked down at her lap, playing with her fingers.

“Call me that again.”

You smirked and reached out to lift up Kiara’s chin.

“Call you what? Baby?” You lowered your voice seductively, moving in closer to her lips until you were a whisper away from each other.

“I’ve never been with a girl before,” Kie whispered. You chuckled, laying your palm on her cheek.

“No shit, Kie,” You giggled.

“I wanna be with you.”

Your eyes suddenly darkened, warmth pooling in your stomach.

“I don’t want to rush you into anything.”

“You’re not! I’ve wanted this for a while now, wanted you. I want to be with you, but I have no idea what I’m doing.”

You grew soft at Kie’s confession, heart swelling at the fact that your feelings were reciprocated. You let your hand wander, fingers dancing down her shoulder, ghosting over her side before gripping her side and roughly pulling her onto your lap. Kie gasped, her hands landing on your shoulders to steady herself.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll show you what to do.”

With that, you met her lips. Kie met you just as passionately, fingers digging into your shoulders as she kissed your with fervor. She started to grind her hips against yours, moaning against your mouth as she did. You gripped her ass, urging her to move faster before grabbing the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head.

Kie did the same to you, pulling your shirt over your head. Her hands instantly went to your breasts, squeezing and massaging them over your bra. Her soft hands made you moan. You reached around to unhook her bra, throwing it to the side before flipping her over onto her back. Your lips attached to her nipple, rolling the other between your fingers.

“Fuck,” Kie moaned. You smirked against her, releasing her nipple with a pop. You placed open mouth kisses down her torso, stopping at the waist band of her shorts to suck a purple spot into her skin as you worked her button and zipper. You started to pull them down slowly, but Kiara had other plans. She reached down, pulling them off quickly and tossing them somewhere in the room.

“Someone’s in a rush,” You giggled.

“Shut up and just touch me,” She growled. A wet patch grew on your underwear at her dominant tone. You leaned down to her clothed sex, using two fingers to swipe up the fabric. Kie groaned, fingers tangling in your hair. You pushed her underwear aside, moving your fingers in the same way, this time stopping at her exposed bundle of nerves. You pressed it gently, emitting a whine from the girl above you. Rubbing small circles on her clit, you gazed up at Kiara. Her eyes were squeezed shut, quiet moans and curses falling off her lips. She whined as you removed your fingers, only to yell out when you replaced them with your mouth. You kitten licked the nub, moving your fingers down to dance at her entrance.

“Are you ready, baby?” You asked, your fingers waiting patiently at her folds.

“Yes! Please, fuck me!” She demanded. You were quick to obliged, sucking on her clit as your fingers delve into her wet entrance. The grip on your hair grew tighter, eliciting a moan from you that vibrated through Kiara. You moved your fingers at steady pace, slowly picking up speed spurred on by the enchanting moans coming from your best friend. It wasn’t long before your fingers were pumping into her at a rapid pace. Every few pumps you stop and curl your fingers, hitting that special spot that made Kie scream. You started to feel her clenching around you, her grip tighter than ever. You sucked harder on her clit in between licks.

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m so close.”

You moaned into her and she gasped at the vibrations.

“Show me how good you feel, baby. Cum on my fingers.”

You curled your fingers inside her, grinding your teeth lightly against her clit. Kiara screamed your name as your fingers became covered in her juices. You continued to move your fingers slowly in and out of her as she came down from her high. Moving away from her clit, you pulled out your fingers and lapped up the juices that leaked out. You moved back up her body, giving her soft kisses along the way. You finally reached her face, admiring her fucked out appearance, the flush of her cheeks and the heaving of her chest.

“You ever tasted yourself before?” You asked, tapping your fingers against her bottom lip. She shook her head, opening her mouth slightly, allowing you to slip your fingers in. You moaned as her tongue moved around your fingers, licking off her wetness. Pulling your fingers out, you replaced them with you mouth, shoving your tongue into her so she could continue to taste herself.

Kiara depended the kiss, forcing your tongue into submission as she sat up. A short string of spit connected you when she pulled away.

“I want to taste you,” She breathed, flipping you onto your back.

“Are you sure you’re ready for that?” You questioned. A cross between a gasp and a moan left you as Kiara gripped your throat.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” She said, a smirk on her face. She leaned down to your ear, biting your ear lobe before whispering, “Don’t move.”

She hopped off the bed, and you admired her ass as she walked over to her dresser. Your eyes widened when she turned, revealing a dark purple cylinder. Biting your lip, you met her eyes as she slowly climbed back onto the bed, spreading your legs and kissing the insides of your thighs.

“Strip.” She demanded. You did as you were told, eyes not leaving her’s as you undid your bra and pulled down your shorts and underwear. Kie sat up, eyes raking up and down your body as you moved. She brought the vibrator up to her lips, sucking on the tip and licking it up and down before taking it all the way into her mouth. You moaned and trailed your hand down your body until it met your clit. You started to rub it slowly, but Kie had other ideas. She slapped you hand away, hand wrapping around your throat once again.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?”

You honestly could have come right then. Her unexpected dominance was ruining you, and you absolutely loved it. If you had told yourself just yesterday that you would be having sex with Kiara, and that Kiara would be preparing to fuck you with a vibrator after you had just eaten out and fingered her pussy, you probably would have passed out. But it was happening, and you felt like you had died and gone to heaven (though you will probably end up in hell with the way Kie is looking at you and how dripping wet your pussy is).

Turning on the vibrator, Kiara hovered over you, gripping your throat and kissing you roughly as she trailed it down your chest and circling it around your nipples. You moaned into her mouth. She held it against your nipple as she bit down on your bottom lip, pulling on it harshly. She scooted down he bed, letting the vibrator trail down your body as she did until both her face and the purple object met your dripping center. You screamed as the vibrator barely touched your clit, seeing stars as she pressed it harder against you.

There was a crack in her dominant facade as she hesitantly licked at your entrance, but gained confidence quickly at your mewling and moaning. She fucked her tongue in and out of you, leaving you a moaning mess beneath her.

“Oh, fuck…yes, right there. Just like that. Fuck, Kie!”

Her tongue and the vibrator switched places. She kitten licked your clit as she plunged the vibrator roughly into you. Your dripping core took it easily, and you screamed as she set a merciless pace.

“Yes! Oh my fucking god, I’m gonna cum!”

You nearly blacked out as your were pushed over the edge, but Kie didn’t stop. She fucked you harder than you thought possible, switching between sucking on your clit and rubbing it with her fingers.

“Come on, you’ve got another one in you. You look so pretty, all a mess under me.”

You could barely comprehend her words as you reached your second orgasm, stars flashing behind your eyelids and legs shaking as you came with a yelp. Kiara removed the vibe, licking up your pearls of cum before moving up to lay beside you.

“Holy fuck, Kie,” You said when your breathing finally returned to a semi-normal state.

“I’m a quick learner,” She giggled as she traced shapes across your chest and collar bone. You rolled on your side to face her. With glazed eyes, you gave her a soft kiss, which she returned in kind.

You couldn’t hide the grin on your face as you pulled away, a blushing mess.

“So…want to get some dinner?” You asked.

“You’re supposed to ask that before you eat me out,”

“Says the girl who just made me cum so hard I almost blacked out.”

You both laughed, legs and fingers intertwining as you moved closer together.

“If we do get dinner, can I have dessert afterward?” Her lips ghosted over yours as she spoke and you closed your eyes in bliss. You simply nodded at her question, pulling her in for another kiss, and thanking the universe for putting Kiara Carrera in your life.

[tk-writer]

Hey Dame! Mind doing some NaeGami? Idc who tickles I just need NaeGami please- -IA-

Naegi received a warm welcome when he knocked at Togami's door that morning.

"What do you want, commoner."

"Uh... I just wanted to see if you were free to hangout today?" He gave him a sheepish smile, which earned him an eye roll from the ultimate. However, he stepped aside to let him in, with an irritated sigh.

"Your new condo is nice," Naegi said, admiring the spacious interior and posh artistic decorations.

"It's adequate. Nowhere near close to Togami family standards, but it'll serve its purpose for the time being."

Ridiculous. A place like this probably cost upwards of six figures. He wondered what actual Togami family standards looked like.

Naegi plopped down on the ivory sofa in the living room and took in the penthouse view of the city. He'd never been inside a property that was this expensive before, so admittedly he was a bit star struck. It didn't last long, however. In a few seconds, Togami appeared in front of him donning a frightening scowl.

"Get off." he commanded, arms crossed at his chest. "Do you have any idea how much that's worth?"

"But... it's a couch?"

"Typical peasant observation. It's a designer sofa made by one of the finest carpenters in France."

"...Okay?"

"Let me spell it out for you in simple terms so that your tiny walnut brain can understand. That sofa is not for sitting. Get up now or I'll call security."

Despite his threats, Naegi didn't move. He stared Togami down, as if to challenge him. He knew his words were mostly hot air; if he was really going to call security, they would've been there by now.

He smirked playfully, ready for a fight.

"Make me."

The next few moments were a blur. Suddenly, Togami was right in front of him, grabbing his wrists as Naegi reflexively tried to fight him off. His grip was pretty weak, thankfully, so it wasn't hard to break free. While the blonde was busy grappling with his flailing arms, he felt an uncharacteristic mischievousness flow through him.

When Togami wasn't paying attention, he pinched his side.

One surprised squeal and violent jerk later, Togami was doubled over and laying on his side, giggling breathlessly against the soft fabric of the unreasonably expensive sofa. Naegi watched in awe as he saw a rare expression of joy on his friend's face. He moved closer, climbing over his legs until they were pinned in place by his own.

"No way... You're-"

"Don't," Togami snapped, his signature frown returning in an instant. "Not another word."

But it was too late. Naegi grinned and stretched out his arms, clamping down on his sides and wiggling his fingers on every unprotected inch of his body.

Togami's laughter was airy and bright. His smile was a bit awkward and strained, but it made his face light up as if the sun was beaming down on him. His high pitched giggles bubbled through the air so adorably that Naegi had no choice but to laugh along with him. He had never seen him like this: squirming from side to side, blushing with embarrassment, snickering like he'd heard the funniest joke of all time. It only made him want to tickle him more.

But his infatuation left him open for attack. He felt something squeeze his right side and shrieked before falling face first onto the sofa. He couldn't see where Togami's hands were coming from, so when they began gently digging into his ribs he failed to defend himself. The blonde climbed on his back and put all his weight onto him, rendering him immobile. He was now pinned on his stomach, completely vulnerable to the merciless tickling Togami was giving him. His laughter was much more frantic and frenzied; while Togami's was soft and a bit shy, his was more akin to boisterous cackling.

"AAAAAAH! Nahahahahahao, stahahap!"

"How do you like it? Huh, commoner? Do you like the taste of your own medicine?"

Togami's aggressive teasing was almost worse than the tickling itself. Naegi was out of breath within seconds. He could barely form sentences let alone think of a comeback.

"Okahahahay I'm sahaharee!! Pleeeease!"

"I don't think so. You're gonna pay for that."

"Togaaameeheehee!"

He was tickled for a bit longer before Togami decided he'd had enough. He swallowed large gulps of air, taking more than a few moments to calm himself. When he looked at the blonde again, he was wearing the cheesiest grin he'd ever seen. It was different from his usual arrogant sneers.

He seemed like he was... having fun.

"Remember this next time you think about putting your filthy hands on me, peasant."

Naegi smiled softly in return.

I had fun too, Togami.