#dolls underwear - because I like my dolls sfw

[trynadollsiesplay]

Hi again! So, progress update (11.10.2022) 😊

We finally managed to sew a full top and bottom lingerie set for our Jnr Vi doll! Like, omg! Mwahahahaha!

I never imagined I would be sewing doll clothes. After a traumatic speed-run through 1 year of textile classes in Aussie High School (at about 14 years of age) I believed my sewing journey was over. I was told I wasn't very good at it. I had the one sewing machine that was extremely broken. I never managed to remember a thing from those classes, and even though I liked the idea of dress making, I never thought we'd get anywhere with it.

Lol, this has changed my life.

I haven't shown all of my terrible trials on this blog. But I have made a good 7-9 pairs of underwear (or... my system, us, has). One of them, until this pair, was actually salvageable / fit and didn't look hideous. But here we are! At something decently good.

I refused to use other peoples patterns. I'm guilty. I trialled pattern making and watched tutorials until I understood measurements and making patterns from those measurements. Glad wrap copying would not do. These are skills for my future.

And, I hand stitched them all too! I am so not good at sewing and I am so proud of these achievements!

And, sure, this isn't perfect. But I'll keep making more until they are. I have the pattern now! It's all about adjustments from here. So this is really a good spot I'd at. And it just makes me so happy! 😊

[luvwestwood]

"Off Limits" - Gojo Satoru

4,120 words.

warnings. n*sfw (18+), tongue piercing satoru, substance use, satoru is a plug, fuckboy! satoru, oral sex (he eats your pussy OUT) , both characters 🚬 🍃, resolved sexual tension, porn with a BIT of plot, mildly dubious consent, fucking at a party, he makes you squirt

notes. this was originally posted on my ao3, which is much more longer. i've shortened it down and fixed errors I made on ao3 originally (see if you could notice what it is 😭)for tumblr so its more of an easy read! <3

banner cred. @/yunonoai on twt/ig

You had about an hour and half to get ready, before you had to make your way to the Mappa Frat House down the street. Chloe's brother, Satoru, and his friends were inviting you two to some house party they held every year building up to Halloween.

To be real, it took you A LOT of convincing for Chloe to have you come to the party with her. You were never a party person. The thought of throwing up your guts after your system has consumed all types of shit. Or the annoying guys that slap your ass from behind in hopes of getting time with you in the bedrooms upstairs.

You were the total opposite of Chloe, and honestly, you envied her. She was a social butterfly who could blend in with anyone if she needed to, and she was evidently liked by the other students of any clique out there.

Oh, and by party animal, I mean it. Dresses in every colour, length and pattern. Heels of every inch and style. She just knew what to do. Practically, if you got her to go to your party, that's how you'd know if it was a good fucking party. 

Sitting in front of your desk finishing your makeup, which you were surprisingly good at, you giggle as you watch Chloe attached a lasso to her waist.

She had looked really cute in her Woody costume, and you were in fact, dressed as a sexy Buzz Lightyear. Earlier on at Ann Summers, Chloe was begging for you to match with her. You couldn’t refuse. It was a 2 for 1 sale anyway..

You smiled as she started to record a few tiktoks before hitting the road.

"I'm gonna have so much fun with this rope tonight."

"Mhm.." you let out a hum as you focus on doing your eyeliner. It was hard not to laugh at what she said, but you managed to suppress a giggle.

You lined some lashes with glue before placing them on your lash line. Your makeup was flawless tonight, and you were grateful because it had been quite some time since you've done a full glam. A bit of setting spray, and you spun your chair around to face Chloe.

It was as if she was a proud mother from what she was seeing in front of her. "Gorgeous! You look like a doll. A sexy one. Stand up really quickly, let's take a few pictures before heading out."

You stumbled a bit from the high heeled boots you were wearing, and you had to adjust the fabric your ass was practically eating as you stood up. You and Chloe took a few cute pictures before heading out to the Mappa House.

As you guys got there, it was already packed with all shit ton of people spread out on the front lawn doing all sorts of stuff.

The loud music from the inside could be heard from where you were standing. People were smoking, making out, doing keg stands.

Honestly, Chloe was right. You looked at a group of girls huddled and chatting near the door, and one caught your eye. The girl was wearing nothing but black tape on her boobs and underwear.

You nudge Chloe. “Chlo, what is she meant to be..?”

She giggled a bit before replying, “Who knows.”

You got a bit nervous as you walked on the path leading up to the main door. Spooky Halloween decorations were all over the House, and sometimes you were unable to tell what and what's not a decoration..

A man was standing just inside the door, it seemed like he was waiting for Chloe.

The guy dressed up as Johnny Cage from Mortal Kombat. You'd never seen him before, and he looked a bit intimidating.

You heard Chloe call out to the man. "Kento!" ..So that's his name. You stood behind Chloe like a loser as she gave him a hug. She pulled away and stayed pressed up against him. 

He smiled, "I'm glad you came. And who's this pretty girl?"

Kento turned to you as you looked at Chloe, she held you close to her too and gave you a proper introduction. "This is my best friend and room-mate, I convinced her to come along tonight!"

You returned the smile to him, he seemed like an okay guy. "Hi, nice to meet you."

Chloe winked at you, and you smirked, knowing what it meant. You gave her the look of approval as she took her lasso and tied it around Kento, pulling him to a room somewhere in the house.

You laughed as you made your way to the kitchen, after they disappeared up the stairs. How outrageous.

It was more quiet, which you liked. Making your way to the far end of the kitchen, you opened the fridge and scanned what's inside. You decided to take a small can of Pepsi. You sighed as you turned around, closing the fridge shut with your butt.

The presence of someone behind all along startled you, leaning against the island watching you this whole time. 

"Oh my fuck. Why are you creeping up on people like that?"

It was a person, assumingly a guy, his face covered with a ghostface mask. He was dressed in all black. A simple black fitted tee and jeans. He had a fake knife strapped to his belt.

The mysterious guy took off his mask, and placed it on the counter behind him. Of course, It was Satoru, Chloe's brother.

You let out a labored sigh as you leaned against the fridge, unable to move.

"I'm surprised you showed up tonight, I thought you never will."

You slowly slid to the right trying to escape him, turning your back to face Satoru as you popped the can open on the counter. "...It was a last minute decision."

"Seems like you got a costume too, huh?" Eyes sliding down your body as he finished his sentence.

Your eyes widen, realising your ass was on show to him this whole time. I'll kill this man if he thinks I'm up to no good.

You quickly turn back around to face him with the front of your body, and it didn't do you any justice as he was just met with your almost exposed chest. Party in the front, party in the back.

"I'm not complaining, you look good." he reassured you, trailing his eyes down your body from head to toe.

"..Thanks." Quickly, you took a huge sip from the can as you looked at him. This drink will only un-calm my nerves.

"I'm actually not into parties myself either." he spoke, and you almost choked on your drink.

"You? THE Satoru Gojo? I wasn't expecting that."

"No, I just like more intimate parties. Big ones like these annoy me. I don't know and don't care about 3/4 of the people who are here."

He continued, “You wanna come with? I’m going upstairs. There’s one last free room. And that’s the master room.”

Chloe was already busy, and there wasn’t really anyone else you could talk to around here. You had no choice.

”Hmm, okay. I’ll follow.”

He made sure to grab his mask from the counter, and the two of you left the kitchen.

As you made your way up the stairs, you could feel other girls eyes piercing through your back like daggers. Luckily, they couldn’t recognise you that easily.

By the time you set foot on the upstairs landing, you called out to him. "Satoru," you continued, "Who's room is this even?"

"Suguru’s, but it's cool. He won't give a fuck."

You followed behind him for a bit until you reached the master bedroom.

”Lock the door if you don’t want people coming into this room eating each other’s faces off.”

You blankly stared at him for a bit before turning back around to twist the lock. The music from downstairs turned faint and so did the chatter.

For a frat house, Suguru’s room was actually clean, you expected dirty plates and what-ever-the-fuck to litter the rest of the room, but the only exception was the clothes scattered on the ground. You watched and sat yourself down on the bed as he rummaged through the drawers for something.  Is he… reaching for a.. 

He picked up a lighter from deep inside the drawer, taking a joint out that was untouched from the same drawer, but kept away in a tiny zip bag. Phew.

”You smoke?”

You looked at him. “What do you think?”

”I’m guessing no.” You didn't know if you were to be butthurt by his quick and certain answer, but you don't see a reason why you should be anyways. His words went a bit quiet as he concentrated on sparking the joint between his fingers.

He took a hit from the joint as soon as it was burning perfectly. “Damn, that shits good.”

”Is Suguru not gonna be pissed if he finds out you took that..?” You questioned him.

”..Who do you think sold this stuff to him?” He flashed his famous smile as he saw the priceless look on your face.

You chewed on your lip and looked at the ground. “Oh, right.. yeah.”

You forgot that Satoru was basically the one who sold 🍃 on and off the campus.

He walked over to you, and sat beside you on the edge of the bed. “You don’t wanna try?”

Satoru took another hit before blowing the smoke out on his right side, making sure it doesn’t hit your face.

“I don’t know. I’ve never done it before, plus I’m scared.” You continued, “More scared I’ll start coughing like a bitch that I’d make a fool out of myself.”

Even though the only source of light came from the bedside lamp, you could still see that his eyes were glossy, and at this point a tiny bit bloodshot. “I could teach you, here.”

He held out the joint towards you, the smell was so strong it was probably sticking to your clothes by now.

”Quick, it’s burning away for no reason.”

You held the joint between your fingers like a cigarette, and looked at him for assurance.

”No, not like that.” He took your fingers and placed it properly between your pointer and thumb. “You look like a loser if you hold it like a cigarette.”

”Okay, what now.”

”Do it, take a hit.”

You stared at it before bringing it to your lips. Satoru spoke from beside you.

”Like, almost as if you’re sucking. Make sure it really gets to here.” He points to his chest.

You slightly squint your eyes as you take a mistakingly big hit.

”Now hold it for a bit, then exhale. It’s gonna hit better.”

The joint left your lips as you held it for like two seconds, and you let out a laboured exhale.

“Good girl, see? No coughing.”

You passed it back to him and Satoru takes another hit.

”..How’d I know if it hit me?”

He smirked, “You’ll just know. Don’t worry, I got you.”

All of a sudden, it felt like everything slowed down and your face was being grabbed to the ground.

You felt a bit relaxed knowing that Satoru was beside you, and you managed to take a hit without embarrassing yourself and going all snotty.

Unwillingly, you take the joint back from his hand to take another hit.

”What happened to Ms. I don’t smoke?”

You rolled your eyes before you passed it back to him again. 

Satoru smiled at your reaction before speaking again. “You wanna play a game?” 

Stomach churning, and not really liking where this is going, you answered. “..like what?”

”I ask you a couple questions and you answer, then you do the same to me.”

You snickered. “Isn’t that just called ‘getting to know each other’?”

”Yeah, I just wanted to make it sound more interesting.”

“Okay, why not.”

“How about, if you refuse to answer a question you take off one piece of clothing.”

You looked at him with a , ‘nice try’ face. ”Nuh uh. Not happening. Just ask the questions.”

”Aww, it was worth a shot.”

“Start asking questions or I’ll change my mind,” you changed your position on the bed to lie down on your stomach. It was more comfortable than stiffly sitting on the edge of the bed.

”You ever had a boyfriend?”

”Once. But I was like sixteen.”

Satoru just nods. “Your turn.”

“Did getting your tongue piercing hurt?”

He turned to you and smirked, “I’m surprised you noticed it. But nahh. Not really, it was just the healing process that hurted.”

Your face slightly grew warm, “…Yeah, I noticed it yesterday.”

He just smiles, and asks his second question. “You ever gotten your pussy ate before?”

You swallowed your spit as you propped yourself up slightly. “I’m sorry, what?”

”You heard me.” He takes another hit of the joint even though it’s almost shrunken to the smallest it can be.

You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “…No.”

”…Good.” Satoru muttered, but you couldn’t really hear.

It was your turn to ask question again.

”..Why’d you want to get it pierced anyways?”

”Dunno. Why’d you think?”

Silence and tension grew between the two of you. You didn’t know if the naughty answer that crossed your mind was right or wrong. 

You didn’t know if it was the temperature of the room or the shit you smoked. You avoided answering his question.

”…Y-your turn to ask the question.”

His next question came out immediately.

“..Wanna see for yourself?”

Your breath hitched as he spoke. You didn’t know what to say. And you didn’t know what he meant.

”Is that a question you’re using up or are you just saying that… as a joke..”

Satoru stood up and walked over to the dresser, placing his costume props on top. In fact, he took everything out of his pockets and placed it on the dresser. 

You watched him glance at his phone for a bit, reading all the messages from his other homies before placing it down on the dresser and not replying.

A pool was forming between your legs, and you gently clamped them together while still lying down.

You’d be lying if you said you totally didn’t want to strip everything off and be naked by the time he turns back around. But you kept your composure.

Satoru turned back around, walking back to the bed. He sat on the same edge he was on a few minutes ago.

”And what if I do wanna find out,” You spoke, testing the waters.

His voice was laced with honesty. “I don’t want to push you out of your boundaries, we don’t have to do this. We can forget that this happened and my sister won’t ever know I was near you.”

A few thoughts were racing through your mind. I mean, Chloe was busy, you literally had weed in your system and you never thought you would’ve. There’s a first for everything, right?

You gently crawled over across the bed,  closer to him. “…No, I do want you to show me.” Your voice trailed off quietly, you grew shy as you drew back.

He turned his head behind to face you, and was able to see the sincerity in your eyes. Not gonna lie, he was very attractive. And I was literally begging to have his head between my legs.

You came closer to him again, and found yourself placing your lips on his first. The two of you melted into each other, with the lingering sexual tension finally resolved. 

The good girl act no longer existed, and time around you felt like it had stopped. This was something you needed, and you finally got it.

He was extremely gentle with his hands, and softly guided you to move back further onto the bed, placing your head down on the pillow.

You slightly squirmed as he placed his knee between your legs. He pulled away from your neck  before looking at you from above, caressing your cheek with his thumb. 

“Just relax doll, I’ll take care of everything.” He left you with a peck on the lips as he slowly peppered a trail of kisses down your body, going lower and lower.

Your breath hitched as he cupped both of his hands around each of your thighs, kissing your inner thigh as he looked up at you in between.

His hands were cold, and caused your nipples to harden from his touch. But the heat of your body cause him to warm up in no time. He paused for a moment. “Can I?”  Satoru points to your tiny shorts before you responded with a nod. You slid them off and threw them somewhere in the room. You’ll find those later.

You watched as he used his teeth to teasingly slide your thong off your body, down your legs. You grew goosebumps from the feeling of the fabric slowly gliding down your skin.

It was painfully slow, but it made you want him even more. He knew what he was doing, and for your first time getting eaten out, it was like winning the lottery if Satoru was the one doing it.

He took them from his mouth, and placed it in the back pocket of his jeans before kissing past your inner thigh, Satoru placed a wet kiss on your throbbing clit before doing a few small licks with his tongue.

The mixture between the metal of his piercing and tongue made you shudder, causing you to whine and clamp your thighs around his head gently.

You felt Satoru's soft hands grip slightly your skin firmer, spreading your legs more apart and keeping them wide open for him. You were expecting his hands to be cold, but surprisingly your skin was met with his warm touch. He sucked on your clit gently, before lapping at it again hungrily.

Your two hands were occupied themselves, one grabbed onto his hair and the other clutched onto the sheets beside you. He only pushed his tongue deeper into you, basically gently fucking your hole with it.

Practically losing your mind from how good Satoru made you feel, you could tell he was enjoying every single noise and reaction you made. You felt the way he smiled against your dripping cunt as he cycled from sucking to licking.

”…Don’t.. stop..” you continued, in short breaths. “…Please”

He hummed gently with his eyes closed, his lips glossed with his spit and the juices from your pussy, and the sound of someone’s phone ringing echoed in your ears, releasing you from your trance.

You looked down at him annoyed as he hauled his head up from your legs. “Not my phone, mines silent on the dresser.”

You turned to the far end of the bed to your left and saw your phone screen was flashing. Reaching for it, you saw Chloe was the one calling.

Turning the phone screen for Satoru to see, he squinted his eyes a bit to read who the caller was. “You can answer,”

Before answering the call you laughed a bit, as you saw how ridiculous you made him look after grabbing his hair.

”Chloe?” You watched Satoru as he tried to listen in on the conversation.

He whispered, “Put it on speaker.”

You nodded, and Chloe could be heard on the other line speaking.

”Hey girl, just checking on you. You okay?” You heard her and Kento giggle as she tried to speak over the phone. But it was a bit louder around her, so that means they were with a bunch of other people now.

”Yeah, I’m…” Your eyes widen and flutter as felt as Satoru placed his head back down between your thighs, slowly and slightly lapping at your clit again with the cold metal orb on his tongue causing you to throb again.

You felt as he carelessly swirled his tongue around like there’s no tomorrow, but this time he let one of your legs go and thrusted a finger in and out of your hole, emitting a squelching noise as he continuously sucked, stimulating you like crazy.

The pleasure overwhelmed you, and you had to bite down on your bottom lip to suppress a moan.

”Heyyy, you there?”

You were unable to answer as your own words became nothing but breathy as you try to form a sentence.

”…Y-Yeah, everything’s fine. I’m in the…b-bathroom.” You felt his lips curl into a smirk against your inner thigh for a second time as he heard your little lie over the phone.

You furrow your brows, making an “O” shape with your mouth.

Your hand holding the phone fell flat onto the bed, and by now you were no longer listening to whatever Chloe was saying on the other side of the line. Your mind was clouded, and the knot in your stomach tightened as you felt an orgasm approaching.

Lucky for you, Chloe ended the call less than ten seconds ago as it seems like she was busy with something else. Hopefully Kento.

He felt the way you quivered even more than last time, and held one of your legs over his left shoulder as he thrusted another finger in, still lapping and sucking at your dripping cunt as your breathing quickened, becoming irregular.

”Cum all over my face,” He murmured against your warm lips, and that did it for you. You liked the way he was gentle with his hands, slowly using one to rub your thigh on his left shoulder. He was deep in there, and he ate your pussy like it was a five course meal.

You watched as him as you rode out your orgasm, your head falling back against the pillow. Your mind was all over the place as you endlessly squirted all over his fingers that curled inside of you to aid your high, and felt as you slightly pushed your body more towards him.

“S-shit..” Was all you could say. You saw the way the piercing was exposed for a split second as he stuck his tongue out, the juices from your release dripping all over his mouth.

As he gently pulled away from between your legs, a ‘pop’ noise was heard after he gave your clit one last suck. 

You couldn’t help but laugh at the way his face was soaking wet.  Luckily it didn’t go past his above nose. Or he’d be partially blind for the rest of the night.

The neck of his shirt managed to be slightly soaked with splatters from your juices. But he didn’t care.

“..You got a little something on your face..” You say, pointing to your mouth with your finger to tell him where it was.

He smiled, and you watched as he used his tongue to wipe the corners of his mouth, but took a random towel hanging off the door to wipe the rest off his cheek.

“Damn, Suguru’s gonna be pissed when he sees how soaked his sheets are.” Satoru laughed as he looked at you still with your legs spread out, trying to recover.

No can do, the towel that was previously used by Satoru was passed to you after.

The wet circle underneath you had expanded from soaking into the sheets for too long. Satoru grabs your shorts that landed just in front of the door and tossed them back to you, but as he walked away a knock could be heard.

It was Suguru, of course it was. “Yo, whoever’s in there is cheeky enough to lock my own damn door!”

You quickly slid on your shorts as you turned to the body mirror beside you, combing your hair with your fingers.

Honestly, you were a bit upset that your fun was cut short. But you couldn’t stay for too long or eventually someone would break the door down.

“Man shut the hell up, it’s me, Satoru. I’m in here.” He responded. You watched him in the mirror as he slowly came up behind you, turning you around and gave you a sweet peck on the lips. Making sure you knew he didn’t just want to leave you hanging like that. That you weren’t just a toy to him.

The two of you walked to the door, twisting the lock to it. “Here, you go out first. I’m right behind you.”

You nod as you left the room, and shyly smiled at Suguru on your way out who was dumbfounded, followed by Satoru behind you.

And of course, Suguru couldn’t help but notice your pink thong that was still hanging off Satoru’s back pocket.

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[eachuisge-cc]

okay I want to briefly explain how wicked whims and the sim body mesh/clothing works

because the more tech support questions I get the more I realize that a lot of people who aren't cc makers don't know/have misconceptions about it, for very understandable reasons because it's not necessarily intuitive if you haven't done any modding before.

so, the base sim mesh is a naked ken doll that'd divided up into segments as follows:

when you equip a piece of clothing, you aren't putting the clothing onto the mesh, you're swapping out an entire segment with a version of that segment that has clothes on it. it doesn't matter how much or little the clothing covers, the whole segment is getting replaced and if you were to make, say, a miniskirt and only include the skirt itself in your mesh, it would look like this in game:

so what you have to do is fill in any part of your clothing that doesn't cover the skin by frankenmeshing the base nude mesh onto it, so then you'll have a lower body segment like this:

and that will look normal in-game.

what wicked whims does with its body selector is, for instance, replace the default nude "pants" (the base game underwear) with custom "pants" that have genitals and no underwear. on a technical level it's literally all just pants (or shoes, or shirt). there are fun things you can do with this system and it's why the digi legs require wicked whims. the legs, both sfw and nsfw versions, are "pants" that replace the nude lower body, and the hooves are "shoes" that replace the nude feet. you can equip them like any pants/shoes in CAS if you don't have wicked whims, but any time your sim showers or otherwise removes their pants/shoes, they will be swapped out with the default vanilla nude segments.

so yeah that's how it works thanks for coming to my ted talk.

[4dtk]

yuta + 🖤 + brother's best friend + choking & daddy kink

so unmotivated to write these days. ugh, sorry i keep posting so late lol

warnings: brother’s best friend!au, dom!yuta, sub!reader, daddy kink, choking, no foreplay, sort of established r/s (reader and yuta like each other), clit stimulation, vaginal penetration, implication of creampie, N//SFW UNDER THE CUT

“are you sure this is okay?” you whisper to yuta, trapped in between the bathroom sink in him where he finds you brushing your teeth with his shirt that went missing just a week ago.

“so it was you who took it,” yuta smiles, effectively intimidating and turning you on at the same time, “i was looking for that y’know?”

you guess that he wasn’t going to answer your question, but you weren’t complaining with how you’re pressed up against the sink in the late of the night, while your brother is passed out drunk in the living room.

“yeah, this was the only shirt that didn’t have pizza and booze all over it,” you joke, craning your head around his shoulders just to make sure that your brother wasn’t coming in on the moment. you liked him, he liked you, yadda yadda, but there never once was a time where you could just enjoy the other’s company without your brother who couldn’t read the room.

you wished you were anywhere but here, however, because you couldn’t understand how your foam-filled, toothpaste mouth hasn’t disgusted your brother’s best friend yet. but alas, yuta just wraps an arm around you smoothly, his other hand removing your toothbrush.

“you got a toothpaste kink or something?”

yuta’s laugh brings butterflies to your stomach, “nah, my kink’s you.”

you have to roll your eyes, but you won’t deny him now that you’re finally alone, rushing to turn around to spit the remaining toothpaste and wash your face while the way he strokes your torso makes you dizzy.

“we have to be quiet, okay? you want me to be gentle?”

“that a trick question or what?”

“i’ll let you choose, then, mr. nakamot-o~” yuta purses his lips at your gasp of his name and it’s a shame how fast he’s become hard just with your taunting words and silky voice, pressing more on him towards your front. “can ya feel that? can you feel how hard you make me?” sighing, there was that perfect spot that presses up perfectly against your clit, relief given to you when he presses a finger against it.

“you like that, huh?” yuta murmurs just as your arms wrap around his neck for support, while head falls onto his shoulders, overwhelmed while you call out for him. “i-i need you, yuta.” the other kisses down your neck gently, hands switching to snaking into your underwear that’s so soft against his skin and he thinks he might be silk.

“wore this just for me?”

your tongue in cheek elicits a laugh out of yuta, “bummer. you got me all figured out already?”

“i always do, doll, just like how i think i’ll do with your body.” yuta props you onto the sink without much trouble, removing your panties in the process. how he did it? you didn’t even know, much less care, the coldness of the bathroom sink bringing you back to your senses.

the other removes his sweatpants tauntingly slow, always maintaining eye contact to make sure you see him uncover every part of him right down to the core. the moment he peels his underwear off his hardened cock is when you gasp, biting your lip excitedly. you reach out to grab it for him, pumping a few strokes that yuta throws his head back in savour in the pleasure. “let’s see how warm this pussy is, hm?”

yuta has no problem slipping just the tip in, nudging your juices all over your pussy with it. even so, it’s already so thick and big, spreading your lips so wide that when he enters bit by bit, your mouth is left hanging open in awe and your lips spilling with soft pants. what you don’t expect though, is a name. “you’re so big, daddy...”

your reaction is so cute that yuta just wants to eat you up, apologies and embarrassment taking over your body even when his cock pushes more and more. it shuts you up with each inch that he inserts, with yuta reassuring your shameful reveal. “aw, daddy’s too big for my baby?” he notes how your pussy clenches at the name, abusing it even more with his words. “she likes that, my baby likes that, yeah?”

you nod, pants leaving you when he starts to move his hips, “y-yeah, daddy, like your big, fat cock in me.”

“you’re taking me so— well,” he murmurs, legs spreading so you could take more of him into you, cock drilling into all the right places that had you arching your back and curling your toes. the first fuck and already you love how close you are to yuta, always held back by circumstances that now at 2am, all you could focus on was your walls closing in and clamping down on his length, where you could feel every vein that hugs his shaft.

“y-yuta, daddy, ahn— please, my clit, ah-” yuta indulges you, pressing his forehead against yours while his fingers trace circles all over your bud, languidly that doesn’t even match his thrusts. it brings him euphoria, how your body fits so well against his in this unexpected rendezvous. “i got you, i got you, princess.”

the weight of the pet names cause whines to escape, tainting yuta’s ears and reminding him he was currently fucking his best friend’s sister, to oblivion, to complete mania. all you can manage are mewls whenever his hips connect with yours, balls slapping against your cunt so deliciously that it’s the only thing that echoes in the small bathroom.

“you close, princess?” yuta asks, breathlessly and panting, feeling unworthy of the sight before him. he just prays that no one can hear the two of you, despite his blatant disregard for it as he pounds you like an animal. “can feel you clenching, doll. are you gonna cum around daddy’s cock?” there’s a plethora of yes’s that drop from your lips, choking on the last affirmation as yuta wraps a hand around your neck.

“this feel good?” experimentally, he presses on the side of your neck, cutting and allowing air through every few seconds. it sends adrenaline through your veins, moaning muffled completely before he slams his lips onto yours. below you, yuta is still moving in and out of you like a piston, swallowing your moans into your mouth until you’re whining with a shudder to your body.

“cum— cumming! f-fuck...” groaning, yuta loves your sounds more than he likes to admit, as well as your dripping, tight cunt, but he pulls out to spill his load on your torso, muttering your name as throughout. “oh, god, fuck— (y/n),” he’s brought down from his high when he feels you brush his sweaty hair from his eyes, cum glistening so nicely on your stomach. your (his) shirt hangs off your shoulder due its size, bundled up so cutely at the waist that he just wants to ravish your hole again until you’re crying tears.

“wanted it inside me, daddy,” you pout, and your voice does it again, drawing him in and making him run laps with just five of your words. yuta’s eyes widens when your fingers travel down, spreading your hole for all of him to see. it’s pulsating, it’s throbbing, all because of him.

“shoot your cum deep inside me next time, ’kay?”

EVENT CLOSED (thank you!)

[wannabevampire]

Druig loves helping his girl pick out her outfits, but he always chooses with an agenda… some days he picks a cute little skirt so he can easily rest his hand on her bare thigh and always smirks when she shivers as his hand slides up higher, or a cute little tank top so he can slide the strap down and press kisses to the previously covered part of her shoulder, some days he prefers her in jeans because he wants nothing more than to make her ride his thigh and he knows the added friction will make her a mess for him. Loves picking out her underwear too - logically you’d think he prefers no underwear at all for practical reasons but this man LOVES seeing his girl in a pretty, lacy set, all wrapped up like a present for him

I LOVE THIS.

(just some rambling sfw for the most part but there’s also spice!) ->

tbh, and idk if this is a unpopular opinion, but i always feel so much sexier and more confident wearing pretty undergarments when i’m..ya know…

because like..

1. makes me feel special

2. i’m very insecure and it makes me feel cuter!

3. i think there’s something so hot about almost being exposed but not all the way (like when i’m wearing lingerie but my partner is fully clothed ABSJDAH)

so i absolutely love the concept of him liking to dress you up in pretty clothes!! and him picking them for you?? jesus.

i’m such a slut for casual dominance, like that is so hot to me!

him picking out what your going to wear for the day while you’re sitting on the bed in your pajamas (one of his shirts and a pair of panties of course) waiting patiently for him.

him helping you get dressed! fixing the zipper on your skirt, helping you put your bra on, stuff like that! you try to tie your own shoes which he quickly dismisses and gives you a warning look that makes you shiver.

sitting down to watch a movie before the two of you go out for the night. and he notices you getting distracted trying to do your hair and watch the tv screen at the same time. so he offers to help you and is so sweet about it 🥺 but he asks if it’s okay several times before doing so.

his brushing your teeth for you!! i’ve wrote this concept b4 and i think it’s just the cutest thing. like him being a lil degrading about it shdjsnwjk

“it’s okay sweet thing, you’re just a little dumb right now that’s all. i know what’s best for you, let me help.”

and he is obsessed with how much you trust him when you obey right away. opening your mouth and looking up at him with wide innocent looking eyes.

he’d also hold onto your jaw / cheek so you could move away. maybe he’d purposely make it a little messy. laughing at you when you gagged as he brushed your tongue.

him always wanting/needing his hands on you…his hand on your thigh, squeezing and rubbing circles into your skin. keeping a hand in the back pocket of your jeans!! loving when you cling to his arm instead of just holding his hand (which he also loves!!)

slightly more suggestive: him always coming up and groping you!! (established boundaries previously discussed of course!) cupping your pussy over your underwear, sometimes fingering you or rubbing your clit for a few seconds. stopping when he felt satisfied. always letting you suck on his fingers. sitting at his feet while he works with you head rest on his inner thigh, his gently wrapping his hand around your neck while you cuddle! making you ride his thigh, just having you sit on his lap straddling his leg while you hide your face in the crook of his neck! cockwarming. yes.

more clothes!! him kissing you the entire day! your cheek, your lips, your hand, your forehead. over your underwear while your pushed up on a desk. your legs spread for his desperately as he teased you!!

this druig would call you doll / treasure / his property

sorry if this sucks! i’m super sleepy because my boss hates me! i defined went off topic and this isn’t proof read but oh well🤧🤧

xoxo,

allie🕊

[aurumacadicus]

@winterironmonth prompt -- SFW Monday: Trope/AU, Word

Trope/AU: Strip Poker

Word: Lucky

I, um. Was halfway through the story when I realized that the trope was Strip Poker, not the AU. So. Enjoy I guess. Blacklist ‘long post’ etc.

For universe clarification: Sometimes, people want to play strip poker, but they don’t actually want to strip, so they can pair up with a ‘Doll’ who is willing to strip in their place. The Avengers are basically like the Leverage team except Tony is their private benefactor (he needed their services and then he was like “Hey what if you guys didn’t have to scrape to get by and also Bucky rail me on the regular” but like. Who is surprised). Strip poker with Dolls has become a pastime for rich people, who love showing off their pretty things. Tony is no longer allowed to actually play at these games because everyone knows he cheats and everyone at least tries to pretend they don’t, which is fine because he is an attention whore and loves being a Doll, and also Bucky is a skilled player who lets people strip his Doll down to his underwear before he takes all their money.

--

Tony frowned, fingers fiddling with his cufflinks nervously as he examined himself in the mirror. He used to enjoy this part of the job, but he’d come to realize that he was easily the oldest Doll at these parties now. He knew it was just to provide a distraction as Natasha and Clint snuck in to steal whatever they’d been hired to get, but he wondered if he truly provided all the distraction he used to, especially when there were younger women with soft curves and men with muscles so sharp that they could cut a man. He stepped closer to the mirror, hand dropping to fiddle with one of the buttons on his coat. Then he reached up to brush his hair back, turning to look at the gray starting to thread into it with a grimace. Should he go on a diet? Dye his hair? How long could he keep this up before he had to go back to being the silent money for the team?

“How’s my lucky charm tonight?” Bucky asked as he came up behind him. He paused with his hand halfway out to grab Tony’s hip, raising his eyebrows. “He’s not doing great, I see.”

“I’m fine,” Tony said hurriedly, dropping his hands back to his sides. He lifted them again to smooth down the front of his jacket and cursed himself for the nervous action.

Bucky stared at him with the same calculating eyes he used before a brawl, looking for weaknesses to exploit to get it over with as quickly as possible (or, on the rare occasion he actually hated somebody, how to avoid it to draw the fight out longer). Tony hated him for a moment, because he knew Bucky was going to charge on no matter how many signals he gave to back off and leave him alone.

Better to just get it off his chest before Bucky went for his throat with it, Tony decided. “I just think,” he began slowly, carefully considering each word before he spoke. “That perhaps I’m… not the distraction I once was when we started this act.”

“Mm-hmm,” Bucky hummed, raising an eyebrow at him. He leaned his weight back and crossed his arms over his chest, that silent ‘go on’ that Tony always hated because it was exploiting his need to fill uncomfortable silences.

And Tony fell for it, like he always did. “I just wonder how long I can do this anymore, before we have to switch someone else in, like—like Steve, or Thor, or—Sam is very handsome, and he’s got this charming smile to go with his muscles,” he added nervously, looking back down at his cufflinks. Should he take them off? Lots of newer Dolls had started coming in street or club clothes. Perhaps the suit was a bit old-fashioned. “I’m not really—useful anymore, am I? Or I won’t be, soon.”

“Hmm,” Bucky hummed, both brows furrowing now.

Tony tried not to sweat with anxiety. He wished he knew Bucky as well as Steve, so he could know what that meant without having to ask. He stared at himself in the mirror, running his thumb over the edge of his beard. The suit was probably too much. He started wrestling with his cufflinks to get them off.

“Ms. Van Dyne,” Bucky said suddenly, and Tony whipped around to look at him in terror. He was holding his phone up, brightly lit speaker button pointed toward him. The number at the top was blank, but most numbers were hidden for this type of thing.

“Yes, Sergeant Barnes?” Janet Van Dyne’s tinny voice replied.

Bucky let his eyes trail up Tony’s body slowly, then he said, “My boy thinks he’s not pretty enough to be a doll anymore. I keep tryin’a tell him he’s perfect, but he thinks he should take off the suit and just spectate now.”

“Nooo don’t let Tony do that!” Janet wailed immediately. “He’s the only reason I host these stupid games anymore! All these new guys who keep showing up with Dolls showing off their goods already—Tony is the only one who knows how to have a really good time!”

“He thinks he should dye his hair,” Bucky added, a sly smile finally twisting his lips as Tony shuffled awkwardly under his gaze.

“NOOO DON’T LET TONY DO THAT!” Janet wailed again, and she actually sounded like she was in tears. “Silver foxes are in! And he still has an absolute dump truck so don’t let him go on a diet either! Bucky there are three other players who only come so they can get Tony to take his clothes off don’t let him take this away from us!”

“Jan,” Tony choked out, unsure whether to laugh or cry.

Jan did not let the fact she was on speaker phone and had been the whole time deter her. “Tony! You have to come, and you have to wear that new Tom Ford ensemble I saw you buy!”

“I’m wearing it,” Tony admitted, shuffling closer to the phone. “I just… wasn’t sure…”

“Tony you really are the only reason I host these events anymore,” Janet told him sincerely. “I know you’re sensitive but there’s no reason to be insecure. Everyone’s eyes are on you at these events. Especially since that time you stripped to show off that limited-edition silk lingerie that you stole out from under me at an auction,” she muttered, mulishness coloring her tone now.

“I look better in scarlet,” Tony replied automatically.

“WHY DO YOU THINK I’M SO MAD ABOUT THE IDEA OF YOU NOT COMING ANYMORE THEN,” Janet bellowed. Then she was back to business, stern. “You will show up, you will be the belle of the ball, and then Bucky will punch everyone who makes a lewd comment about you after you strut off the stage. Please. This is the best entertainment I get. Bucky punched Hammer in the nose last time.”

“You didn’t tell me you punch people when I leave!” Tony exclaimed, hurt, and looked up at Bucky with the doe eyes he knew he was weak to. “And you punched Hammer and didn’t tell me?!”

“I don’t want to encourage your smugness,” Bucky deadpanned immediately.

“Oh, we don’t need any encouragement, Bucky. We’re the idle rich. We have nothing else to do but be smug,” Janet told him pleasantly. “Anyway Tony, I’m glad you’re there. I’ve been leaving red wine in the vault for Clint and Natasha, but the hors d’oeuvres are fish-based this time, so I was thinking a nice bottle of chardonnay?”

“Clint and Natasha are heathens who wouldn’t know how to pair wine with an old boot, so just leave them what you think is best,” Tony answered automatically.

Bucky stared at him, face blank. Tony blinked back at him innocently. He got the feeling that Janet was doing the same thing he was on the other line.

Finally, Bucky said, “Janet knows we’re stealing from her.”

“I’m not fucking stupid! Tony designed my security system!” Janet scoffed. “But I figure, your team only takes on jobs that you think are worthy causes, so if you’re stealing it from me, it saves me the hassle of trying to find out whether the person who wants it is actually genuine. Tony usually gives me a head’s up so I can have my security guards focus on other things.”

“Please tell me that you’re fucking with me right now,” Bucky begged, emotion finally creeping into his voice. It was too bad it was despair, Tony thought, because he thought that the deal he had going with Janet was actually pretty good.

“What part of ‘I only throw these parties to strip Tony’ wasn’t fucking clear, Barnes?” Janet hissed. “I throw these parties to strip Tony and that’s it. You wiping the table with everyone once you’ve gotten Tony down to his underwear is just a bonus, because these other idiots are too stupid to realize you’re counting cards.” Her voice went pleasant again. “Since I’ve probably successfully reassured you, can I get a sneak preview of what you’re wearing under your undershirt and slacks?”

“Lace,” Tony answered over Bucky’s sputtering.

Janet sighed dreamily. “You look so good in lace. Well! I have to do some finishing touches for the party. Tell Clint to keep his salmon fingers off the glass cases, he got ham grease on one of my necklaces last time,” she added, and then the phone beeped as she hung up without a response.

“Do you mean to tell me that you let all your friends know when we’re coming to steal shit from them,” Bucky asked, and there was the anger Tony had been expecting.

He rolled his eyes and scoffed, crossing his arms and shaking his head. “No, just Jan, and that’s because we grew up in each other’s pockets. We know we own stuff that our parents got under suspicious circumstances. Bucky, Jan is literally the only other rich person I’m actually friends with. Except Victor von Doom,” he added, mostly to himself. “Whether we’re friends or not depends on the phases of the moon and whether Mercury is in retrograde.”

Bucky made his special ‘I fucking hate rich people’ noise that was specific to when Tony said something that made him feel very, very tired. “So this isn’t a legit job?”

“Of course it’s a legit job. Jan is just helping us by drawing attention off,” Tony scoffed again. “Not only is the brooch we’re stealing going to disappear, but a very valuable prototype she was ‘holding’ for me to keep copycats off my back. ‘Tony Stark and Janet Van Dyne can’t be in on the theft ring,’” he added in that mocking voice he used specifically for other rich people. “‘Didn’t you see they had those things stolen too? And what’s worse, Stark’s couldn’t even be insured.’ As if they won’t all be chomping at the bit to get their hands on my contraband prototype. Rich people are so fucking stupid, Bucky, it’s almost embarrassing to be one of them.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? Or Steve?” Bucky asked, irritated.

Tony scowled at him. “I kind of figured it was just something everyone knew, considering Jan literally leaves a tray of hors d’oeuvres and a bottle of wine in the vault for Clint and Natasha and turns the cameras off. They’re not stupid, either, so they had to know Jan was on our side. Why else would Clint be clumsy enough to leave ham grease on a necklace, unless he was comfortable? Anyway, now that I’ve been reassured,” he continued when Bucky’s glare did not ease. He began powerwalking past him. “I need to go do some makeup, just a little eyeliner to make my eyes pop, nothing big—”

“You’re telling Steve,” Bucky said, hand clamping around his wrist, and turned to drag him to the living room of the suite they were renting.

“Aw, come on, this isn’t my fault,” Tony begged. He considered going deadweight, but Bucky hadn’t said anything about canceling the engagement, and he’d hate to get the Tom Ford dirty before Jan could see him in it.

“Steve’s in charge, you know everything, you’re telling him,” Bucky told him firmly.

“Telling me what,” Steve asked as Tony grumbled about being the money behind the team, so he should really be the one in charge, even if he did like the way Bucky’s eye twitched whenever he called Steve ‘boss.’ “What’s going on?”

Tony considered lying. He really did. Then he could run while Bucky was doing that thing where he bellowed like a wounded animal and paced the floor trying to decide if it was something to scold him for. Ultimately, he decided not to, because he was feeling good about being a Doll again and he wanted to ride that high until next time, when he’d doubtlessly feel self-conscious again. “Jan is in on the jobs we do at her place,” he said.

Steve stared at him. He stared back. He noticed Natasha getting up from where she’d been sprawled in the window seat and slinking back toward her room. Clint had rolled under a couch and had probably disappeared; disappearing was one of his skills, after all.

“What the fuck does that mean,” Steve began, standing, and both Tony and Natasha bolted back to their rooms and locked the doors. “WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN,” Steve shouted, and then, “Clint did you just roll out from under the couch and fucking bite me?!”

Tony promised himself to get Clint something shiny for taking one for the team as he locked himself in the bathroom for extra measure. They’d have to leave for the job soon. Then Steve would be too distracted to ask.

[sparks-joy-imagines]

Girl, imagine Sukuna when he finds out that his girl is super kinky😌 like they're making out and he's roughly pulling at her hair and she lets a moan slip because she secretly likes pain or he smacks her ass while walking past her, somehow he forgot his strength and the slap was a lot harsher than usual, but then she moans and he's ready to the nasty in an instant😌 honestly, lovemarks, choking, spanking I'm all in for it😂

omfg FINALLY some Sukuna smut😩👌👌👌 you have no idea how long I've been waiting to get to business with him so thank you for this request~ I do hope you enjoy it, hun, 'cause I sure as hell did😏 -mesu. warnings: not sfw, reader gets penetrated, unsafe intercourse (pls don’t do this), rough, biting, some hair pulling, spanking, is Sukuna a warning himself? 'cause I feel like I have to include him in this.. Ryōmen Sukuna x f!reader

The human body was not compatible with the strength and stamina of a special grade curse. Sukuna had learnt this the hard way. The more powerful he grew, the more cautious he had to be in order not to just break his current partner or plaything, whatever was more accurate. It was no fun tearing his counterpart into shreds within mere seconds after all, and quite unfulfilling to say the least.

At times Sukuna had found someone somewhat more… durable. Not as easily broken. But eventually he had always ruined them. And then, there was you. You were the most precious thing in his life and he really didn’t want to risk losing you. So, he had been holding back this reckless side of his the best he could ever since you were with him. Still, he couldn’t help this certain itch he had whenever you looked at him. He longed to ruin you.

Sukuna snapped back to reality when your hand brushed through his hair. You had just taken a shower and were heading to get dressed, wrapped merely in a towel, when you passed him sitting on the couch. A low growl escaped Sukuna’s throat as he took you in and more out of reflex than anything else his hand found its way to your jiggly arse.

Smack!

Your eyes widened at the impact and your hand reached for your mouth to muffle the sound that unwillingly tried to escape your lips, but it didn’t cover them in time. The lewd moan sounded all but obscene and for a long moment you didn’t dare to move. When you finally gathered the courage to turn to Sukuna nothing of his formerly neutral expression remained.

He looked feral.

“Who would’ve thought that you’re such a bad bad girl, (Y/N),” he smirked when he easily jumped on his feet and took his sweet time to circle around the furniture, when all you could do was take steps back until you could feel the cool wall of your flat behind your back. You knew there was no way to escape what was to follow and the wetness that spread between your folds was the very proof that you didn’t even want to.

“Sukuna..,” you whispered but you shut up instantly when he crashed his hand against the wall beside your head and immediately let it sink into your hair, yanking your head in your nape. You whimpered softly in response and bit your lower lip to suppress another moan when you felt his lips at your neck, sucking on your sensitive skin.

While he was busy marking your neck, his free hand wandered to your hands which desperately held your towel in place. When you denied his first tug on the fabric, Sukuna pulled back to look at you, his lips swiftly being replaced by his other hand which tightened around your neck just enough to make you feel a certain restriction on your airflow.

“Now, for how long were you planning to keep this hidden from me?” Sukuna’s voice was monotone, almost disinterested but the burning in his dark eyes told you otherwise.

“I.. didn’t mean to hi-aahh~” You pressed your eyes shut when you felt his knee against your crotch.

“Didn’t mean to hide that you get off of pain and nasty shit?” Sukuna snorted as he simply ripped the towel away from your body, leaving you bare in front of him, “You’re already soaked and I didn’t even do anything to you… yet.”

The heat rose in your cheeks due to the sudden humiliation and you felt your very own juices slowly leaking down your thighs. You turned your head to the side, trying your best not to have to look at Sukuna but his thumb and index finger relentlessly grabbed your chin and made you face him.

“I will tell you how this is gonna go down, (Y/N),” Sukuna cooed, his eyes piercing into yours, “I will let go of you now and take my place back on the couch.”

Your eyebrows arched upwards in disbelief and a low chuckle escaped Sukuna’s throat, “Don’t look at me like that. You’ll follow me of course, good little girl that you are, and bend over my lap nicely, so I can properly punish you for keeping this juicy little secret of yours from me for so long.”

A shiver ran down your spine as he spoke and you couldn’t help but nod in response. You knew better than to defy this. To defy him.

“Splendid.”

Sukuna brushed an uncharacteristically sweet kiss on your lips and lowered his head to swirl his tongue around each of your nipples shortly before he turned to settle down on the couch. When you didn’t follow suit, he lifted his index finger to motion for you to approach without even granting you another glance and said in a sing-song voice, “You better not make me wait now, doll.”

You nibbled your lip contemplating for a split second before you stepped to Sukuna who patted his thighs for you to bend over, the bulge in his pants more prominent than you had ever seen it before.

As soon as you got into position on his thighs, Sukuna’s hand mercilessly connected to your bare buttock with a loud thud, making you jerk up and moan again which was followed by Sukuna’s own thrilled laughter.

“I adore your voice like that, sweet cheeks!”

You managed to have a peak at Sukuna’s expression that clearly showed how much he was enjoying this, before his hand came down onto your arse again. You huffed at the pain mixing with pleasure and clawed your hands in his thigh when you suddenly felt his fingers circling at your entrance. Sukuna didn’t seem to mind your nails in his flesh.

“My aren’t you soaked and ready for me, (Y/N). Want me badly?”

Before you managed to answer, he smacked your arse again, making you yelp out, “Aahh- Yes! Yes I want you bad, Sukuna!”

You wiggled on his thighs and soon felt his free hand grab your nape like a kitten that couldn’t behave to hold you in place. His fingers slipped into your wet folds cheekily, rubbing against your walls while he leaned down to murmur into your ear, “Let’s see how much of me you can take then, shall we? On your knees and arse up, darlin’.”

A shiver ran down your spine, your body already way too sensitive to his touch. Sukuna waited for you to shakily get on the floor and assume position, legs trembling under your own weight, and then stepped in front of you, calmly taking off his clothes. If not for his intense gaze that gave away his hunger for you, he looked rather unbothered.

Your mouth watered and you swallowed heavily when he took off his underwear, the tip of his large member twitching on sight. A wicked grin emerged on Sukuna’s features, “Bet you’d like to suck me off now, wouldn’t you.”

You lowered your gaze knowing your eyes would betray you and soon felt his hand pat your hair as he positioned himself behind you, grabbing your hips tightly.

“Don’t worry. I’ll let you taste my dick once I’m done with your tight pussy.”

Sukuna barely gave you a moment to comprehend his words, when he already slammed his entire length deeply into you, making you scream at the sudden intrusion. Up until now he had always taken his time to at least let you grow accustomed to his considerable size but now he started moving deep within you almost immediately.

You pressed your palms desperately against the floor, trying your best to hold balance while Sukuna kept thrusting into you at a merciless pace, hitting that sweet spot that only he seemed to know with every other thrust. His size spread you to your very limits and with each thrust you felt more like bursting.

More and more lewd noises escaped your mouth and seemed to motivate Sukuna to add even more strength to his movements, striving to push you to the edge. Just when your arms were about to give in, Sukuna moved his hands from your hips; one to your torso to cup your boob and hold you up at the same time; the other to the sensitive knot between your folds to finally finish you off.

“Cum for me, doll,” Sukuna growled lowly and when you felt his rough thumb brush over your clit the very moment his tip prodded your sweet spot, you did just that, accompanied by a scream of Sukuna’s name that you didn’t quite make out to be yours.

“Fuuuck,” Sukuna moaned as you contracted around him, making him fill you with his sticky seed. He continued to move in you for a couple more thrusts before he smoothly pulled out of you, letting you down on the floor while he spread your buttocks to watch his cum drip out of you while you caught your breath.

“Aren’t you a fine piece of nasty ass, (Y/N),” Sukuna chuckled after a while and carefully pulled you up so you could rest against his broad chest.

You gazed in his eyes and smirked while you let your hand innocently move to his crotch, “Maybe… so about that offer of yours…~”

[pillow-anime-talk]

relationship with reiji.

request: hi dear!💕 can i order sfw/nsfw for reiji? thank you very much for writing for reiji! i am not the anon who asked for him, but thank you i did not find any blog that did, i love your blog what you do is amazing! ♥️♥️♥️

# tags: headcanon; current relationship; romance; fluff; sfw & nsfw

warnings: mention of sex and sexual activities, daddy kink, pet names 

includes: gender neutral reader ft. reiji namikawa {death note}

author’s note: aaaa, thank you so much for this request! tbh, reiji is my favorite member of yotsuba, sooo let’s go!!

→ sfw ←

↘ Reiji is totally in love with you, but for his safety and, above all, yours, he doesn’t tell anyone that he has you as his life partner (and that he has any partner at all). He’s very worried about you and knows what his associates and people in general are capable of. Anyway, life with such a secret is really interesting and convenient for him. Of course, he would love to show you to the whole world, but no. Not now.

↘ After work his favorite thing is to come home, to you and hug your sweet-smelling body. If you made him a dinner or made him a bath, he would be more than grateful. He will surely call you an ‘Angel’ more than once.

↘ He loves the moments when he reads an interesting book and you lie on his lap listening to music or taking a short nap.

↘ If you both have some free time, apart from reading books and talking, you certainly cook together. I mean, Reiji looks like a really culinary gifted person, so you like to try new recipes. You recently made an Italian pizza from an internet recipe and it came out soooo delicious!

↘ He can be both a big spoon and will hug you from behind while holding your smooth hands, and he can also be a little spoon to cuddle up to your warm chest.

↘ As Vice President of Sales from The Yotsuba Group, he’s super rich, that’s an undeniable fact. That’s why he often brings you gifts, even if you tell him you don’t need them. It’s usually jewelry, less often clothes or shoes. 

↘ But, hmm. There are also a few other things that he will gladly buy for you without your request.

→ nsfw ←

↘ I mean, he loves buying you underwear/lingerie; both lace and elegant, for bed and that one for sleeping. Translucent dressing gowns, tops, stripes. He’s always totally delighted when you wear other accessories such as fishnets, thigh high socks or garters. He has to order new ones every time because he tears them up too quickly. Oops.

↘ Because he’s rich for jokes, you once called him ‘daddy’.

↘ You didn’t even expect that he would like this innocent (for you) nickname and he will smile at you like never before.

↘ So you call him that during sex. For example, when Reiji asks who you belong to, you answer without hesitation that you belongs to your beloved and the only daddy in the world.

↘ In response, he calls you his ‘baby’, ‘doll’ or ‘dearest’. 

↘ He has a weak point in the position where you’re on the top; like, you ride him or fuck his thigh like crazy. If he’s wearing a suit that hasn’t been taken off before, yo’lll be a total mess and you’ll cum twice as hard.

↘ I also think he loves sex in the morning the most; before the next work day. It doesn’t matter if you do it in bed, in the bathtub or in the shower. As I said, he’s the biggest fan of morning sex and it’s a hecking canon.

[demonwifey]

Beetlejuice Drooling Headcanons 🤤

So basically there’s a new bootleg and during Creepy Old Guy you can see Alex’s drool in it. I thought why not be a gross hoe and make some headcanons for Beej based off of it. This has the potential to be either really gross or really cute, depending on how you wanna look at it. But I know I’m trash so I’m gonna go with cute. There’s NSFW (18+) further down. Hope you guys enjoy!💜🖤💚

SFW

- Beej is literally a drool machine. 

- He literally has spit coming out everywhere at any time. 

- He always drools when you’re making food and it smells way too good.

- You’ll just be in the kitchen stirring a pot of whatever and he’ll pop up behind you, lay his head on your shoulder and wrap his arms around you. Next thing you know you feel a damp spot on your shirt. 

- “Mmm, whatcha cookin’, doll?” 

- “Just some stew for dinner- Beej, why are you drooling so much?!”

- That goes hand and hand when he’s eating too. Does this boy get any of the food in his mouth? No. It’s like that scene in Beauty and the Beast when he eats all sloppy and the whole tables a mess. 

- “Beej, you’re getting food everywhere.”

- “...Sorry, babes.” 

- Beetlejuice is also so chaotic and his mannerisms are all over the place which includes his fast talking and screaming. 

- He’s running around the living telling you stories about the Netherworld while you lay on the couch listening. Next thing you know you’ll just feel random trickles of water coming from nowhere. 

- Is it a leak in the ceiling?

- NO, IT’S YOUR DEAD BOYFRIEND SPITTING EVERYFUCKINGWHERE 

- Sloppy kisses? 100%

- You thought his over animated dip kisses were bad. Add the drool and it’s like 10 times worse. 

- You’re trying to get ready for work and to say goodbye he dips you but now you’ve got spit all over your mouth. Or even if it’s just a kiss on the cheek. 

- Either way, you’ve got to go back to the bathroom and clean up while he’s laughing at you.  

- This is definitely unavoidable when he’s sleeping. 

- There’s. Drool. ALL. OVER. YOU.

- It’s either: he’s laying on your chest and in the middle of the night and you get up to use the bathroom, but you can’t because you’ve got this 200 pound dead guy on top of you, when you feel him drooling on you. 

Or

- You both are laying on the couch. You’re scrolling through your phone and bugboy is taking a nap on your lap. Not even 10 minutes into his nap, you see drool coming from where his mouth is. 

- “Dammit, Beej I just showered!” But you whisper because you don’t want to wake him up

- Beej LOVES when you clean him up too 

- He doesn’t do it on purpose but he can’t help fall even more in love with you when you take a towel or napkin and wipe his face while speaking little concerns about it to him. 

- And while you’re focusing on trying to get all of it from his chin and jaw, he’s staring at you with full on heart eyes.

- Having this adorable little breather take care of him so gently just makes him feel so mushy inside.   

- This poor dead man loves you more than he could tell. 

NSFW

- Beej most definitely drools while watching you get undressed. 

- You come in after work and you’re getting changed in your room and it’s just a waterfall coming from his mouth. All you did was take off your shirt and it’s over with. 

- He takes the opportunity to stare at you all day everyday. 

- Washing dishes in your underwear? Drool.

- Bending down to pick up your car keys? Drool.

- Wearing his jacket because it’s a little cold in the house? Drool.

- Walking out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel? sometimes not even that because he steals it while you're showering DROOL.

- IF.👏🏽YOU.👏🏽 WEAR.👏🏽 LINGERIE.👏🏽 FOR.👏🏽 HIM.👏🏽IT.👏🏽 IS.👏🏽 A.👏🏽 WRAP.👏🏽

- Imagine you walking into your bedroom wearing a set you just bought and it makes you feel like the sexiest person alive. Beej is laying on your bed looking at some random book off your desk. 

- “Oh, Beej~” 

- He turns his head and literally throws the book off the bed.

- “Holy fuck, babes. You wore that just for me?”

- “Mmm, maybe~” 

- As you’re sauntering over feeling on top of the world and he’s only focused on you. 

- Once you’re all the way near him, you see it.

- Drool. Yet again. All down his jaw. Not that you complained this time. It oddly boosted your confidence even more. 

- Obviously you have to wipe him down a little before yall start, not that it’s any use. It’s all downhill from here, friend

- Everything with Beej is sloppy and wet.

- You’re wiping some of the drool from his chin when he looks at you with those loving eyes and just slams his mouth onto yours. 

- And I think we all have a mutual consensus that Beej’s head game is 100. But oh boy his drool makes it even more fun. 

- Sloppy head?👌🏽👌🏽👌🏽

- You’re feeling all types of pleasure and then it’s hard to tell if you’re just really wet or if it’s Beej’s drool when actually it’s both

- Oh my god, when he pulls away after making you cum like 3 times there’s a small trail of saliva and cum hanging from his lip. If that didn’t turn you on even more than you already were. 

- You basically yank him up by his suspenders and smash your lips on his. 

- The things you do while riding him holy shit, bro. 

- While you're grinding on top of him, you’ll reach down and slowly stick your fingers in his mouth and then move them back to rub your clit. He’s gone utterly feral at that point, groaning louder and pounding into you with so much desperation. 

- Or even if you guys are going slow and making love, you still find a way to clean him up in the middle of it. You reach down and place hands hands on his cheeks, wiping away some of the saliva with your thumbs. He reaches up to gently touch one of your hands. 

- “You don’t have to do that, babes.”

- “No, I do. Ah~ before you drown yourself.” 

- And he’s just laughing hysterically before flipping you two. Now he's staring into your eyes lovingly and your whole body feels weak.

- “You always take such good care of me, doll.” While he’s leaving sloppy kisses on your neck. This man has the damn nerve to sweet talk you while thrusting into you. The gawl. 

- “It’s just a little drool, Beej.” You were tied between giggling and moaning.

- Once you guys finish you’re on your back breathing heavily and he's next to on his side. Again, heart eyes everywhere.

- “I love you, babes.” You turn on your side to look directly at him. 

- “I know, Beej. And I love you too. Now come here.” As you grab his head to lay it on your chest. He wraps his arms around you in a big bear hug. 

- “I’d rather have your drool on me than on my pillows.”

I’m disgusting, we been knew. Thanks for reading!💜🖤💚    

[thedouchebrigadesympathizer]

I have to ask this before the ask box closes. How would Tomura react if he discovers the girl he's been having the feels for is immune to his quirk. They discover this after an intense argument where by accident he touches her with all 5 fingers over her dress. The dress is destroyed,leaving her naked and Tomura stunned. Thank god he withdrew his hand from the bra OR maybe she wasn't even wearing a bra leaving her tits out XD HCS or scenarios your choice.

As long as I can shoot out at least 4-5 requests a day, my ask will NEVER CLOSE MWUAHAHA! I’m a big fan of the “Tomura’s s/o is immune to his quirk” trope that i keep seeing. 10/10 ask, Anon. You’re getting a Scenario, because I’m in the mood for long hand writing. Mostly SFW themes ahead.

This doesnt matter too much, but Black Parade started playing when i began typing this, so I thought I would update y’all on how emo my pandora playlists are.

You were just so god damn infuriating. You always had to push his buttons, Tomura bitterly thought, leaning as far from you as he possibly could while distracting himself with a simple handheld device. He was trying to concentrate on his score, almost succeeding in trumping the last saves highest stat, but was unfortunately roused from his gaming when you stabed a finger into his shoulder- demanding his attention.

He ran a furious tongue over the tops of his teeth, nostrils flaring as you continued for some reason, to keep. Fucking. Jabbing. Him.

“[First Name], I’m not in the mood.” He snapped, reloading his game, only to have you snatch his device out his careful grip.

“Tomura, you’ve been ignoring me all week. I am tired of fighting for your attention over this game.” You slammed the device on the bar counter, shoving it down the slick countertop as Kurogiri watched with a careful gaze.

It happned to just be the three of you in the bar, and maybe that was why you had gathered the confidence to snatch something out of Tomura’s hands like you had. If anyone else had been around, you doubted you have done such a thing. Tomura was sure to retaliate. It was fair, you reasoned. It really had been a week since Tomura did so much as looked at you. He was too absorbed in his game and alone time to give you a second thought, and you’d be damned if you came second to a fucking video game!

“Give it back.” Tomura said darkly, deciding to show you how little he cared for your outburst by not even gracing you with a turn of his head, holding a hand out and blankly starring at the shelves of liquor sat on the shelves across from him.

“Tomura. If you dont,” You inhaled sharply, shutting your eyes in an attempt to calm down before snapping them open once more and stepping even closer to your boyfriend, brushing up against his lean frame with a threat to your tone. “If you dont stop being such a brat, we’re going to have a problem.”

Kurogiri must have had the concentration of a god, because the mild gasp he held in would have tipped the League leader over the edge. Instead, not egged on by the other villains surprise, Tomura jerked to face you. His eyes were hard and fierce, matching your own and stubborn as ever. There was a tense silence before Tomura inched closer, a hand flexing at his side.

“Did you just threaten me?”

His voice sent a prickle of raw fear down your body, electric in the sense that your instincts were screaming at you to flee. You, of course, being stubborn, did not.

“You’re being difficult, Tomura. Quit it.” You chided, as if the man before you was a mere child.

Sometimes, you really wondered if he was.

“I’m being difficult?” Tomura rasped, pushing himself off his bar stool and looming high above you, his hair casting a dark shadow across scarlet irises. A hand found his neck, nails digging deep into the skin and clawing red lines in agitation. “Me?”

“Yes. You.” You didn’t dare to step down, but you knew a ball was forming in your throat. Tomura was angry. At you. This didn’t bode well.

The villains lip curled and with a quick spin of his heels, he was leaving you. Tomura knew he was bordering a display of his quirk, his fingers itching to touch something and leave it in ashes. He didn’t want that thing to be your face.

You shot out at him like a bullet, snatching at his wrist to draw him back. The man, however, flinched back and shot a hand out, instincts taking over and dragging across your shoulder in an attempt to shove you away. You went flying, to say the least, your body no strength no match for Tomura’s brute strength. It crashed heavily into the bar stools, head slamming taunt against the bar counter. A rush of warm air hit you as you collapsed, the bar spinning while you attempted to blink away the pain in your head. There was no such luck, and it only increased ten fold, acid stinging your throat and your ears ringing.

Through that ringing, you heard a startled yell of your name and as the misty figure of Kurogiri appeared before you, you lost all consciousness.

Hovering above you, Kurogiri hesitated to touch you. You were bare, all but your breasts and lower regions, those merely protected by thin fabrics of your bra and underwear. Tomura had froze in place, but seeing you vulnerable and near naked to Kurogiri shook him from his stupor and he came to your side, throwing his jacket over you.

“She didn’t… she didn’t die.” He said after a moment, his voice laced with both awe and apprehension. 

Tomura knew he had laid all five fingers on you, and when you were thrown, he had felt his heart clench and breath leave him as if he himself had been tossed like a rag doll. He thought you would have died. Dead. Gone. Forever ash because of his stupid mistakes.

But there you were, motionless under bar stools and pale, sure, but alive.

Slowly, still unsure, he brushed a hand across your cheek- only to find you still in place once it left. Immune. You were immune to his quirk, safe from harm by his hand.

Kurogiri struggled to find something to say, just as shaken as his leader. He watched with a weary gaze as Tomura slipped you into his arms, carrying you tenderly from the scene and towards to halls that led to his bedroom.

“Clean this up, and bring me an ice pack and some water.”

With his departure, Tomura slunk away, your weight in his arms having never felt better. He hoped that when you woke, you wouldn’t be too furious with him, he had a lot to make up for, so he planned to show you just how sorry he was.

[goddamnitdazai]

dark writer; show me the yandere mori and Akutagawa headcanons [sfw and nsfw]

I will show you my child, but as with every Yandere post I must put this so I don’t get the dominating discourse again. Yandere characters portray unhealthy relationship habits and dynamics; below are examples of that. In canon Mori is a narcissistic manipulative man - Akutagawa has a dominating personality in canon. My Yandere! hcs for them amplify those traits. Read at your own risk[ TW: Mentions of dub-con - rough sex - control issues ]

[Mori]•You are never out of Mori’s sightunless you need to go to the restroom and even then he follows you and waitsoutside the door if you happen to be in a public place. Days he’s stuck in hisoffice dealing with whatever nonsense paperwork thrown his way you are perchedon his lap, legs wrapped around his waist and head cradled in the crook of hisneck. If you happen to get bored he moves with you. Want to lie on the couchand watch a movie on the iPad? You’re snuggled up on Mori while he finishes readingreports. Getting restless and want to go for a walk? You’re walking hand inhand with Mori around the park or somewhere near the Port Mafia HQ.•Mori doesn’t mind you having passwords on your phone or electronics—he canfigure it out in two seconds anyway. Besides, he can tell the moment you’rehiding something from him or lying. Why bother searching through your emails ortexts when he knows more malicious ways of making you spill your secrets. Moritakes the severity and reason of the lie or what you were hiding intoconsideration when he’s thinking of punishments, but they all fall on thedevious side because you did lie to him and he can’t have you thinking that’sokay behavior.•Nobody speaks to you without express permission except for Kouyou and Chuuya,but even then Mori must always be present—at least with Chuuya. The only timeyou’re permitted to leave his sight is if you’re in the care of Kouyou butthere’s an undetectable tracker embedded right beneath your ear. Mori mentionedthe placement of a tracker after you woke up in bed with no memory of theprevious day, and he ensured you he completed the implantation as any properdoctor would and he would remove it if your relationship ever ended—not that itwill. •Your clothes are picked out each morning by Mori himself—of course Elise hasher input and she has to like everything he picks out—and everything istailored to accentuate Mori’s favorite parts of your body. Plunging necklines,bitty skirts that ride up when if you bend over and of course garters.Depending on how horny Mori is feeling that day you’ll either be going commandoor wearing something very lacy and complicated for underwear.•If Mori ever has to go away on business you’re not allowed to leave the house,period. Kouyou can come over for lunch or to hang out with you while he’s gonebut he’s made it explicitly clear you are not to leave the premises. There areguards everywhere and a few assigned to follow you if you decide to leave. Ifyou try to leave at any point for any reason when Mori gets back he handcuffsyou to the bed as punishment and ‘grounds you’ for a week.[NSFW]•He dresses you up like you’re his doll. Lingerie in pastel colors with lacecovering your nipples and cutting across your stomach. White garters withmatching stockings. Anything babydoll is his favorite. Mori takes pride inmaking you look absolutely perfect before tearing the lingerie to shreds andbruising your perfectly smooth skin. Nights when Mori breaks out the silksheets and white blindfold are nights you end up bruised and nearly bedriddenthe next day. If you’re able to get out of bed Mori isn’t happy at all.•If Mori is using sex as punishment you’re in for a long night. Mori ismeticulous, calculated, and cold to the bone if you’ve angered him. There’s nocute lingerie and soft kisses for being good; time completely escapes thebedroom even if decides to keep the blindfold off. Heavy drapes cover thewindows, all the clocks are removed and the only thing left is Mori, his velvetbox of toys, and you. Mori prefers not to use more than is necessary includingbondage. Ropes tying your wrists up and your legs open are all he needs.•If Mori wants to embarrass you he’ll fuck you on his desk in front of the otherexecutives. He’ll make you ride his cock until you’re thighs are sore and assis bruised from his nails digging into the skin. Plead with him to wait and he’llfuck you harder so not only can they see it they can hear the noises your bodyis making, how wet you are for him.[Akutagawa]•Akutagawa leaves bite marks in very obvious places so people know you belong tohim. There’s not a member of the Port Mafia that hasn’t seen the red and purplemarks indented with his teeth along your neck and sometimes your shouldersdepending on how nippy he was feeling that morning. As if his glowering stanceand Rashomon snapping fangs behind him the minute someone’s eyes fall upon yourform Akutagawa wants people to see without question you belong to him. • If Akutagawa wants you somewhere, say his lap when you’re lounging elsewhere,he doesn’t hesitate to grab you by the hair and yank you right on him. Ifyou’re far enough away he’ll use Rashomon and he’ll let you know flat out thisis a warning and if you’re ever further than an arm’s reach away there wil beconsequences. He demands access to you throughout the day when he’s not off onmissions; you’re his afterall. • On days you really test his patiencehe collars you and uses a leash around the house. He’ll make you kneel at hisfeet with your head on his lap like a dog. Rarely does he allow you to wearclothes when you’re being collared and treated like the pet you are. The dayafter being collared your body is littered with new love bites. • In public Akutagawa makes little to no effort to be physical. He expects youto know the boundaries which includes straying further than a foot away fromhim or talking to other men. Unless he’s given them the okay prior—the onlypeople on that list are his superiors—any man who attempts to catch yourattention is skewered instantly.  Malefriends are off limits, period. If he catches a hint of you befriending a maleconsider them marked for death—and Akutagawa does not take the feeling ofbetrayal lightly. A week will pass before you’re allowed to leave the house,and even then Akutagawa seriously considers keeping you there permanentlyunless he’s with you.[NSFW]• Dub-con is an unwritten rule in your relationship; Akutagawa made it clearfrom the start your body belongs to him. When he wants you on his cock he hasyou on his cock, no exceptions. If he needs to fuck out a shitty day until you’rehips have dark purple outlines of his hands and you’re dizzy from cumming hedamn well does exactly that. You could be in the middle of doing the dishesAkutagawa doesn’t care; he’ll rip your underwear to the side and have you rightover the sink.• Akutagawa revels in tying you up with very intricate bondage. The more marksfrom the rope the better. Some days when he’s feeling extra cruel he’ll rub histhumb over your clit, barely touching, for as long as it takes to get you tobeg for him. You can’t move and even if you managed to wiggle just a touch outof line Rashomon instantly pins you back to the mattress.• Jealousy triggers rough sex from Akutagawa, but it’s different than his usualdominating touch. He doesn’t tie you up and he doesn’t leave ripped clothing onyou. He wants you naked, submissive and completely exposed to him. He asks youover and over who you belong to, demands that you grab his hair and rake yournails down his back. Teeth marks litter your neck and shoulders afterwards andhe refuses to let you leave his side for the rest of the night.

[buckybabybaby]

The best sort of distraction.

A/n: There’s a little more plot to this than the other smut I posted, here! But only a little…

If you’re not over 18 please don’t read. My other works are sfw, this is fluffy fluff, and this is fluff with a tiny bit of angst. I’ll make a masterlist later :)

Proof read by way of a text-speech device.

Summary: There’s not much plot so not much to summarise. Bucky x reader are in an established relationship, and there’s a little thigh riding and he has and uses his metal arm ;) (only lightly though…)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader (Female)

Word count: 1418

Warnings: Smut. One swear word. Cringy last line? I can’t work out if it’s too soppy or not, so I just kept it in…

Enjoy!

Masterlist

Bucky had been weird all trip. This mini break to Paris was supposed to be in celebration of three years since your first date, but with the way he had been withdrawing from you and seeming less interested in everything than normal, you had been very worried that maybe he brought you to France to break up with you. 

So you cried for more than one reason when he dropped to one knee on the last evening and you realised he been acting unusually because of nerves.

As the ring was slid on your finger you had never felt more complete.

Half an hour later you’re back in your hotel suite and the two of you can celebrate your engagement. You grin into the kiss as you feel the weight of the jewellery on your left hand, and have to pull away from Bucky’s mouth to admire it once again. He sighs.

“Please pay attention to me Y/N. We haven’t had sex for days-

“And who’s fault is that?”

“-and now all you want to do is stare at a ring. S'rude.” 

You gasp when he rocks his hips into you, his erection obvious. “I’m sorry about before, I was nervous. But not any more.” He’s staring down at you and your thighs clench at the dark look in his eyes.

“How about you make it up to me?” 

You’ve forgiven him ten times over already but you feel yourself get wetter just thinking about previous ‘apologies’ Bucky has given you. He smirks, nods, and presses his lips to yours again. 

Moaning against him you begin to unbutton his shirt but then get distracted once more by the flashing diamond, moving to suck a mark into his neck as you gaze down at your ring. He doesn’t notice at first. The cardigan you’re wearing is slipped off your shoulders and his hands find your breasts as he pushes his clothed cock against you. 

When you fail to react to him flicking your nipple through your bra he frowns.

“What’s wrong?”

“Huh?”

“You’re not very…” he follows your line of sight and groans. “Really, Y/N?”

You pout. “But it’s so pretty!”

“Prettier than me?”

Giggling you finally drag your eyes away from the bright stone. “Nothing is prettier than you Bucky.”

It may sound like a joke but you’ve never been more serious. In the light from the sun setting through the window, with flushed cheeks and slightly fluffy hair, he looks so beautiful. 

Resting his forehead against yours, the mood in the room changes as you grin at each other.

“You asked me to marry you,” you whisper at him, not being able to contain your glee.

“I did.”

“We’re getting married.”

“We are.”

“I love you so much.”

“I love you more.”

You’ve cried enough today so you pull him into another kiss to stop yourself from welling up. Bucky quickly gets back to the task of undressing you, and when your unzipped skirt falls to the ground you step out of it and kick off your shoes. 

You start to unbuckle his belt but without breaking the kiss he stops your hands, bringing both of them up above your head and holding them at the wrist in one of his own. 

He trails kisses across your face to your neck as he watches you squirm.

“Don’t want any more distractions, do we, Y/N?”

“But I want you naked,” you whine.

Bucky groans into your ear. 

“Trust me doll, there’ll be plenty of time for that. Right now, though,” he moves so your back is flat to the wall and his hips are flush to yours, “I have some apologising to do.”

He doesn’t give you a chance to respond, claiming your mouth again, but this time it’s a lot more desperate and you whimper when he slips his right thigh between your own. Despite being worried about Bucky’s behaviour earlier today, you had noticed he was wearing very nice jeans and spent a while at lunch admiring his legs. Having one against your core soaks your underwear even more. 

As he starts a slow grind you twist your head away from him to breathe. His free hand raises one of your legs up around his waist before his fingers grip your chin to turn you back to him. 

His eyes are even darker now.

“I want you to watch me Y/N.” 

Swallowing you nod, fighting the need to close your eyes as he presses himself harder on to you. You squeal when he hooks his thumb into the side of your knickers and pulls them down almost hard enough to rip. He swaps the hands holding yours up and, stepping back momentarily, helps you wriggle your legs out of your panties. 

When he closes back in on you and sets up the rhythm again, trying to pull your hands free isn’t even considered and you lean your head back on the wall and allow the sensations to wash over you. 

Your eyelashes flutter as Bucky gropes your breast and he spots the signs that you’re close.

“Are you going to cum, Y/N? I want you to cum like this, you’re making such a pretty mess.” Tears form as he shifts slightly. “Do you want to cum like this? All over my jeans?”

The heat in your abdomen grows to almost unbearable levels as he speaks. Despite the fuzziness at the pleasure you manage a reply.

“I want your fingers.”

“Yeah? Where?”

You arch in to him as he smirks at you. “In me, please. Fuck, I need…”  

The roll of his hips slows as he releases your arms to hold you by the waist with one hand as the other traces down your sides towards your centre. Your own hands twist into his hair and you jolt into him when he brushes over your clit. There’s no teasing involved as he slides a digit into you. Bucky’s thigh is still between your legs but he’s no longer moving it as he concentrates on the slow drag of his finger out of you before thrusting two back in with a little more force, moaning at the sound as he does. 

He knew exactly which hand you wanted. The metal, warm from body contact, always feels amazing and when you beg him to go faster he complies straight away, captivated by the look on your face. Changing the angle of his hand he presses his thumb to your clit in time with his thrusts, resting his head against yours again to look at you directly, the intimacy heightening your every sense. 

Feeling you clench around him he knows you won’t last much longer.

“Is my beautiful fiancé going to cum all over my fingers?”

They are spread slightly inside you and you cry out at the stretch. You’re not sure if it’s his words or his fingers or both that send you over the edge as you tumble in to your orgasm. He doesn’t stop his movements as you shake against him, your limp body supported in his arms as the pleasure is drawn out. After nearly a whole minute it becomes too much and you whimper. Removing his fingers from inside you but not pulling away, he helps you come down from your high by stroking softly over your core, and eventually you can see straight again. 

Once the aftershocks have died down you gently move his hand. Pulling it up to your face, Bucky whines as you take the wet fingers into your mouth, running your tongue over the each as you taste yourself on him. You place a kiss to his knuckles and he huffs out a laugh.

“Am I always going to have to fight for your attention from now on?”

Linking your left hand with his damp one, you hold them up at eye level and squint at your ring in mock consideration.

“I think so, and I’m not sorry.”

Bucky shrugs. “S'alright. I like it at lot too.”

“Yeah?”

“Uh huh, it lets me know you’re mine.”

He picks you up then, carrying you to the bedroom as you smile into his shoulder. Dumping you on the bed and slipping off his boots, he crawls up to where you’ve propped your self against the pillows and kisses you softly.

“I’m yours, am I?” You mumble against his lips.

“And I’m yours.” 

The adoration in his gaze when he pulls away leaves you breathless. 

“I’m yours Y/N. For the rest of my life.”