#he just curls into himself and like covers his ears and pulls his hair thats literally what i do AAAAAA

[hecksupremechips]

Honestly though I think it’s really a bad sign when I look at Shin Tsukimi and literally feel like he’s a self insert 😩

[bettysupremacy]

Who could be a more doting boyfriend?

Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader

Based off this request

Summary: 10 times Eddie Munson showed just how down bad he was.

Warnings: mentions of weed, food is brought up too, very very fluffy, Eddie down bad, sick! Reader for one, reader only in towel at one point, reader eats bacon in one, fem! Reader, tell me if I’ve forgotten any.

3.7k words because I luv u

Saccharine kisses were her favorite. The kind of kisses where he would ghost his lips over her skin, hovering, before planting a long sweet kiss to wherever he deemed most kissable at the moment.

She loved the way it never failed to make her stomach flip. The way it never failed to make her dizzy in the head and weak in the knees.

She loved that when it made her exhale wonky he’d look at her with this lovesick smile, before pressing more kisses around the area. Quicker, but non less full of love.

That’s why now, laying in bed, sick as a dog, she doesn’t have the strength to push him away. Thats why pawing at him uselessly, the only strength she’d managed earlier, had ceased.

“I’m gonna get you sick.” She whines.

They’re laying in her bed, intertwined like these are her last moments, like Eddie needs to get the most out of them.

Like a sad Victorian painting.

“I don’t care, Juliet, this world is a place I cannot live in without you.”

She scoffs, it coming out more like a cough than anything else. He pats her back as she coughs, letting her sit up to cover her mouth, and frowning when she shakes her head at the Gatorade he holds up for her.

“I’ve got the flu, you dolt. I’m not dying.” He pulls her back down, rubbing at the arm she’s wrapped around his stomach.

She didn’t know wether she was cold or hot, but the goosebumps that rose on her arms, from his fingers dancing over her skin, chilled her deliciously.

“He says that though, right?” He asks.

“Romeo?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ve never read the play.”

He ponders this for a moment, tilting his head up, further into the faded grey of his old pillow case.

“What are you think-“

“Shh.”

She gives him an incredulous look, she could be dying for gods sake! Treat her with a little respect-

“O Romeo, Romeo, where..fore art thou Romeo?”

She looks up at him, head not lifting from its position on his chest, but a confused smile is playing on her lips.

“You’ve read it?”

“Well when you take senior year three times..”

“Oh, right.” She tilts her head back down, ear press into the warm skin above his steadily beating heart, as she curls around him.

He stops his fingers dance over her arms, only letting her frown momentarily, before they card their way through her wet hair. They work out small knots and kinks they hadn’t brushed out. He cranes his neck to press a long kiss on the top of her head.

“Did the shower make you feel better?” He murmurs against her hair.

“I don’t know.”

He sighs, knowing her too well to think that she’d admit his suggestion didn’t work. “I’ll go get the tv from the living room and wheel it in here, Kay?”

She nods, nasally voice making him frown. “Mkay.”

He gently removes himself from under her, making sure to pull the blankets back up before completely retracting.

“And the vapor rub. I’ll grab the vapor rub too.” His palms dig into his mattress as he hovers over her.

“God bless.”

He smiles at her, lips coming down to kiss hers affectionally. She kisses back before she realizes what she’s done.

“Do not kiss me, Edward, I know you’re not vaccinated.”

A deep groan leaves his lips as he walks away, into the living room for the TV and vapor rub.

“What is a desperate man to do?”

She can’t help but smile as she tucks herself into his freshly clean, for the first time in 2 years, sheets.

—

She rummages through his drawers, fingers making quick work of the unfolded clothes thrown in them.

“Eddie?” her voice drifts through his bedroom door, and into the kitchen, where he’s staring intently at the microwave.

He pushes his door open, weary as to where to put his eyes while his girlfriend is in nothing but a towel.

“Yes?”

“Do you know where my clothes are? I thought I left them in this drawer but..”

“Oh! Hold on!”

He goes back though his door, returning with a basket of laundry. It’s not fresh, nor warm to the touch, but it was definitely recently that it had been washed.

“You washed my clothes?”

“It was after you got sick,” he shrugs nonchalantly, cheeks tinging a shade, due to the way she smiles at him.

The smell of them wafting up into her face only deepens her already bright smile. She picks up her shirt, bringing it to her nose and inhaling.

“And you used-?”

The look on his face is downright bashful. “I remembered it was your favorite, so I picked you up some when I went shopping with Wayne.” He scratched his neck, “S’no big deal really.”

Her arms wrap around his neck, towel hanging on for its life.

“No, it is. Thank you, baby.”

Her fingers scratch his scalp lightly, digging into his curls and tugging gently. He feels like a dog being pet. Is this what they feel like? Lucky bastards.

He fears his leg may start kicking.

“You’re welcome.” He muffles into her neck, arms wrapped around her waist so that the towel doesn’t fall, “I’m glad you’re happy.”

—

She had called him from work, voice full of tears.

“My sweet girl, can’t you come home early?”

“Janie was supposed to come in today, but she flaked, so now I’m alone.”

“Come home, leave Austin and Marie to close today. No baby, we don’t need that money for the rent, enough cars needed fixing this week. I promise, come home- my home.”

So she did.

But trudging through Eddie and Wayne’s front door, he was nowhere to be found. His van was outside where it normally was, his shoes were haphazardly thrown in the direction of the front door - like they normally were, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Each shoe is toed off quietly, as she softly calls his name, not wanting to disturb Wayne’s weird sleep schedule. “Eddie?”

She’s scrubbing at her face, trying to get the tear tracks off.

“Eddie?”

She pads through the hall, into the bathroom where she can hear water running.

“What’s this?”

He looks up, panic stricken through his face.

“No, no, no. Go sit on the couch real quick.”

Nothing but hurt is read on her face. “What, why?”

He rushes up, cupping the back of her neck with his wet hand, while the other slides around her waist, pulling her closer.

“I did something for you.”

“You did?”

She peaks behind him into the dingy bathroom. He’s got the water running and her favorite soaps out displayed on the tub.

“No peaking!”

He uses the hand around her neck to push her face in his chest.

“You ran me a bath?” It’s muffled in his Megadeth shirt.

“Do you like it?”

“Is that your way of telling me I’m dirty?”

“What? No, no, no. I just thought that you might- uh, I thought that you might like it-?”

She laughs and he basks in it. Letting it cleanse and settle over him.

“I was joking, honey.”

He smiles, teeth poking through has he lets out breathless - relieved laughs.

“Go,” he skews his head toward the bathroom.

“But-“

“Go, I’m making dinner.”

“You’re making dinner? Baby.”

“I’m ordering from that Chinese place, the one across the street from the library,” He lets out another breathless laugh. “Go.”

“Oh, okay then.”

—

Something is stirring inside of her chest. Something warm and light. It muddles around, making her heart flutter and palms sweaty.

She’s never gotten a love letter before.

It’s not the most put together thing she’s ever seen, but it’s got to be her favorite. It’s small, but pink, and she could tell Eddie used his best handwriting for this. At the very end he signed it off with -E and a poorly drawn version of his guitar.

Where did he get pink paper?

She holds it in her hands like it’s gold, like it could tear at any moment, but two fingers pluck it out before she has the chance to read it a third time.

“Who wrote you up?” Rob asks suspiciously, eyeing the pink referral slip between her index and middle finger.

“No one-?”

Oh, that’s where he got it.

She tugs it from Robins fingers, flipping it so she could see the back - or what is actually known as the front of the paper.

Eddie Munson Grade 12 10/3/86

REASON FOR REFERRAL

-Cutting Class

-Lack of Cooperation

-Restless, Inattentive

ACTIONS TAKEN PRIOR TO REFERRAL

-Detained Student After School

PRESENT ACTION AND RECOMMENDATION(S)

-Student Regrets Incident, Cooperative

Robin reads the back as Y/N reads the front. He wrote her a love letter on the back of a referral slip?

“He wrote you a love letter on the back of a referral slip? What’s next? A receipt from a drug deal?” She ignores the instant, drug deals don’t have receipts dipshit, thought that pops up.

“That’s so sweet! He wrote me a love letter on pink paper!” Robin can’t help the twitch of a smile on her lips. “You think he’ll write me more?”

“If he doesn’t I’ll jeopardize his business.” She slings her arm around Y/N’s shoulder.

“What are best friends for?”

—

“It’s too early, it’s too early.” She whines as Eddie pushes back her hair, pressing light kisses into it, while she wraps her arms tighter around his chest.

“I know, I know.”

The sun shines in through Eddie’s open windows, the red sheet nailed above the larger one casting a crimson hue over them.

They tangle in the bed sheets, languidly and lethargic, similar to the way they held each other when she had the flu.

“C’mon, baby you gotta wake up.”

She grumbles, hands snaking under his back, desperate to feel the warmth of his skin as his box fan blows on them. They settle and he smiles as she opens her eyes.

“Why’s your shirt on?” Her sleep raspy voice tugs multiple strings in his heart.

Eddie always slept shirtless.

“I’ve already been up, sweetheart.”

“You’ve already been up?”

He smiles down at her, pushing some hair from where it sticks to her forehead. “Mhm.”

She pushes up, arms caging Eddie’s chest, as she hovers over him.

“You’re wearing your kiss the mechanic apron.” she points out, like he wouldn’t have known.

“I am.”

“Did you make breakfast?”

He shrugs, “Get up and see.”

She whines, shaking her head, laying back down on him. “Carry me?”

He thinks about it for a moment, looking down at her droopy eyes and tapping her thigh. She wraps her legs around him and he sits up, letting her be carried in his arms to the kitchen.

She smiles, resting her head on his shoulder, as he murmurs “Needy, needy, girl.”, shuffling to get a better grip on her.

“You hungry?” He softly asks.

“I’m tired.”

“Oh, I know.”

The counter is cold against her thighs as he sets her down. She squirms sadly, and he can do nothing but smile affectionately at her.

The plate he hands her is paper and warm. He sets a napkin on her lap, before the plate, so it doesn’t burn her poor thighs. Though, her eyes are closed as he does this, hands messily wiping the sleep from her eyes, so she doesn’t see the food.

“Warm.”

“Very warm,” He nods. “Eat, baby.”

Pressing a fork into her hands, he gently tugs her hands away from the cruel work they were doing to her eyes.

“Bacon? You got me bacon?”

“Benny was giving slabs away for free, down at the diner.” He bends over and kisses her jaw.

“I love bacon.”

“I know.” His voice is nothing but teasing, though, she doesn’t mind.

“You cooked the bacon by yourself?” She sets her fork down, grabbing his hands, and inspecting his arms. “And you didn’t get popped by the oil?”

He flushes, “Wayne helped me. But I made everything else by myself!”

She looks down at the food fondly. Eggs cooked like she taught him when they first started dating. Toast unburnt. Wayne’s bacon.

Wayne’s bacon was so good.

“Go get a plate, I’m not eating without you.”

“On it.”

—

“Okay, hands like this.” He grips her fingers, smiling as she lets him bend them in the right places. “Yeah! Okay, now pluck the third string.”

She plucks it, and it comes out sounding significantly better then 10 minutes ago. “You’re doing it! I’m so proud of you.”

He attacks her cheek with kisses and she scrunches her nose, pulling away in feigned annoyance.

“Teach me to play I Have a Dream.”

“What?” He pulls back agast. “I’m teaching you to play guitar on sweetheart, and you want me to teach you to play ABBA?”

She giggles, laying her head in his neck. “Yes, please.”

“No, baby, I’m teaching you to play 2 Minutes to Midnight.”

“No,” There’s a whiny edge to her voice. “That song is so hard.”

“You could do it.”

“Only if you helped me.”

“Deal.”

He lifts the guitar back up, twisting her fingers to the right frets.

“This is going to be so metal.”

He laughs out loud.

—

“-and I told Robs to go to the front of the class and tell the teacher, but she didn’t wanna embarrass herself In front of the Nancy.”

Eddie nods along, leaning against the lockers. This isn’t a conversation he’s particularly interested in, but-

“I think they’d make a good couple, don’t you?”

“Who?”

“Robin and Nancy!”

“Rob and Nance? Totally.” He waves his hand, as if dismissing any thought that they wouldn’t be.

“I knew you’d think so.”

The halls are almost empty, dismissal bell rang 5 minutes ago, but when you don’t have a bus to catch you always have a little extra time to put your stuff away.

“Are you ready?” Eddie asks, watching her shove books in her locker that she refuses to take home.

“Almost,” She turns to Eddie, looking behind him. “I just thought I heard Rob and Nances voice. I guess I’m going cra-“

She stumbles, having slipped on something, even though she could’ve sworn there was nothing on the ground a minute ago.

“Woah baby, woah baby.” Eddie grips her arms tightly, but not cruelly. Just tight enough to keep her upright. “What was that?”

“Slipped on,” She looks down at the floor “My shoelace, I guess.”

“You guess? Baby, you gotta be careful.” He bends down to one knee, patting it lightly for her to put her foot on.

Her left hand is flat against the lockers for balance as he ties her shoe for her.

“You can’t have untied shoes, sweetheart. Y’could trip and hurt yourself.” She watches fondly as he shakes his head.

“I’m sorry.”

“You’re fine, I just don’t want an injured girlfriend.” He finishes, patting her foot in approval.

“You wouldn’t love me if I was injured?”

He stands up, “Who said that?”

“You did!”

“I love you so much I wouldn’t be able to look at you, cause seeing you injured would make me so sad.”

“You wouldn’t take care of me?”

“I’d call mama Steve, I can’t stand to see you hurt.”

“Gee, thanks.”

He grabs her cheeks and presses a hard kiss to her mouth. “You’re welcome.”

—

Eddie’s room is dark like it normally is. His bong is next to him and his guitar is on his knee resting.

He loves nights like these.

He taps his knee rhythmically, slow, unlike his other songs. A power ballad if you will.

He’s been at this for hours. Strumming, tapping, and scribbling lyrics into a blank page of his math notebook.

Just as he pulls his pick out of his mouth again he hears a soft knock on his door. It’s probably just Wayne.

“Hey, boy.” Wayne cracks the door open, checking to see if Eddie is decent. “I’m leavin now.”

Eddie checks his watch, humming in confirmation.

“I’ll see you tomorrow morning?”

Wayne nods. “You writing a new song?”

Eddie smiles at his uncles effort to make conversation.

“Yeah, for Y/N.”

Now it’s Wayne’s turn to smile. “She’ll like it.”

He could hear it through the walls? Eddie flushes.

“You think?”

“Yup.” Wayne puts a baseball cap on. “I like ‘er.”

He turns to leave, closing the door behind him, leaving Eddie in shock.

“I’m out!” He hears Wayne yell, before locking the door behind him.

“Bye!”

That was.. strange.

—

Her eyes hurt from reading, her back hurts from hunching over her bedroom desk, and her heart hurts from not accepting Eddie’s kisses.

This is one of the rare nights that she isn’t sleeping at Eddie’s, having to study for the math test tomorrow, but 20 minutes ago Eddie came in through the window, and she’s gotten no work done since.

It doesn’t really matter, due to the three hours of studying she got in before he came, but it’s still stressful nonetheless.

“Cmon baby, let’s go to bed.” Eddie’s Laying on her bed, flipping through a magazine.

“I can’t, I’ve gotta study.”

“Baby, you‘ve been studying since 9:30.”

“So? What time is it now?” She doesn’t look up from the equation.

“12:43? You gotta sleep at some point.”

Startled, she checks her watch, eyes widening when she realizes he’s right.

He’s getting up, tossing the magazine, and pulling her up outta the chair. He wraps his arms around her neck, kissing the top of her head a generous amount of times.

She whines pulling away, causing him to gasp in offense.

“What could I have possibly have done?”

“Want it on my lips.”

“Only if you promise to go to bed with me.” He bargains.

“Fine.”

He grabs her face and kisses her just the way she likes. Saccharine and sweet.

“Will you come to bed now?”

“Only because I love you.” She nods glumly.

He smiles playfully down at her. “Oh, but I love you more.”

—

They had been watching a movie.

A newer one, starring Micheal J. fox. It wasn’t wasn’t usually Eddie’s thing, but he had agreed for Steve.

He’d insisted that they watch it. “No! You don’t understand! He goes back in time to-“

“Don’t spoil it for them!” Robin rasps.

“I’m not, Rob, I’ve just gotta get them hooked.”

“You don’t hook someone by spoiling a major plot point?”

So here they were, under warm covers, watching a movie that neither of them particularly wanted to watch.

Candy was splayed out In front of them. Red vines, runts, nerds, and sour patch kids, getting dug into every couple minutes. And though Eddie had whined about Steve making them choose this, after the first opening scene he was hooked.

“Goddamn, did you see the way he flung into the wall?”

She had, but she also had seen the rope tied to his stomach.

“Did you see the rope around his stomach?”

Eddie laughs, his chest shaking under her as he looks away from the tv. “No, can we rewind?”

She was content with this. Even though she didn’t particularly enjoy the movie, Eddie did, and that was enough for her.

“Damn,” Eddie mumbles, staring intently at the screen. He’s got one arm hanging off the couch, joint between fingers, and the other rubbing up and down her spine.

They’d been in this position since the movie started, utterly comfortable.

Eddie’s trailer had the worst insulation, and even worse ac and heating, so this was nice. Eddie was always warm, a natural heater, so this was always nice.

Nothing strikes in his head as unusual, they lay like this every night, but something about the way her breathing was so even gave it away.

“Hey doc, you better back up, we don’t have any road to get up 88.” The pretty Lea Thompson is perched on Micheals lap as he gives his line.

“Roads? Where we’re going we don’t need roads.” He drops his aluminum glasses over his eyes, starting the car.

Eddie’s hand lazily rises from her back and up to her head, hovering. “Sweetheart?” No answer, “Are you sleepy? Are you asleep?” still, no answer.

He cranes his neck to the side, trying to get any glimpse of his tired girl sleeping, stuffing out his joint in the process.

“The movie ended,” He whispers. “I think there’ll be a second one.”

No reaction. He sighs, letting his hand move back down and continue the work it was doing to her back. He can’t move or wake her, it would do too much to his poor heart.

She shuffles in her sleep, head leaning up towards Eddie. He holds his breath until she’s done, then he lets his nimble fingers work over her hairline. Brushing away stray hairs gently, letting his middle finger swoop down her nose, cupping her face gently, just to look at her.

He loves moments like these. Moments where he gets to stare at her so unapologetically. Moments where he gets to memorize every detail about her face, without her looking over and asking What are you looking at baby?

The slope of her nose, the way her eyelashes curl, the tilt of her mouth, the way her eyebrows furrow at something in her dream.

“You’re so pretty.” Is whispered from his mouth absentmindedly.

She can’t hear him, stuck in dreamland slaying monsters dutifully, traveling the world with Eddie, shopping with Max, or swinging bats with Steve.

He knows she can’t hear him, but it still feels necessary to say. It’s something he needs to say.

Her breathing intakes, it’s something sharp and shallow. For a moment he thinks she’s woken, but her pretty eyes haven’t opened.

“Sweetheart?” He whispers, but the quick breathing doesn’t stop. “Bad dream, hmm?”

He bends his neck down, holding her in his arms, and scattering multiple kisses over her hairline, trying to calm her.

Slowly her breathing calms again, and he lets sweet relief wash over him. He needs to get them to their bed.

Once he’s fixed her in his arms, he carry’s her to the room, gently setting her down in her spot and pulling up the covers.

He gets up to take his shirt off, but a warm hand stops him.

“Don’t leave.”

He frowns, ache dwelling in his chest at the thought. Climbing under the covers with her, he lets her cling onto him, “I’m not.”

Guess he’s sleeping with his shirt on tonight

[sanjisblackasswife]

Telling Sanji and Zoro to Go Faster/Deeper(NSFW)

Black Fem Reader in Mind

CW: Sex, also breaking the bed because that’s my new favorite thing to think about

Ft. Sanji, Zoro (seperate)

Sanji

You’re right in his ear , he has you nearly in a matting press from how deep he was—

“You feel so good! ‘So good!” His voice was so hot and Whiney on your neck drooling from how much he was pumping into you.

But you wanted more. Everything about Sanji in this moment you wanted more of and you usually never had to request what you wanted because Sanji Just knew. He always knew, he knew your body like he knew food.

Maybe something was in the air though because now you can’t get enough

“MORE, SANJI DEEPER!”

He never heard you ever ask for him to adjust anything he’s doing so his hips stuttered a bit as your request.

However you may or may not have activated something new in this man from your begs and cries for him.

“PLEASE FAST—AH!”

Your needy blonde waisted no time quickening his pace, your breath was knocked out of you from each thrust, your breast were barely contained from his hips snapping back at you with force it all was too good. He rose up to get a good steady hold of your ankles, decorated with the golden jewlery with his name on it, your toes curled with impatience to feel more speed, and he gave you just that.

“Just. Like. This? Ah-sweetheart!?”

You felt the bed bang with vigor on the wall, you seen stars trying to look through you blurred vision of tears, Sanji was just too good at making you feel what you needed to feel.

He knew if he threw your legs behind your head he could and held your thighs down he could make you take all that he had,

And deeper he was.

“Oh my fuck—!” You whined out but it was muffled by Sanji’s lips meeting yours, he licked and sucked on your tongue, your felt his damp wavy hair rub against your cheek, trying so hard to get eye contact with him, but with each thrust you couldn’t help but to shut your eyes tightly.

“You’re so beautiful…fuck you make me feel so good baby..”

Your inner thighs were slapping so harshly against his , bouncing off the wooden walls of your room you couldn’t help but to ignore the worn bed frame below you.

“FUCK!” Sanji groaned snapping his hips one last time before the end of the bed slammed to the floor. He should have known he wasn’t just hearing things. But fuck it, he thought. His princess was looking too pretty all worn out and panting with your arm covering your face, not even caring the broken bed .

Once you both were done, it was probably the first time Sanji ever put you to sleep RIGHT after sex which boosted his ego just a bit.

He’d have to do more of that again

Zoro

That’s a dangerous game.

Zoro knew his strength so it didn’t bother him to have to hold back when he is on top of you, tonight though he felt very lazy to do most of the work, he was laying on his back watching you fuck yourself on his cock. His right hand would roam all over your body, stopping at your jiggling breast to squeeze them so firmly, thumb pressing on your stiff nipple.

“Getting tired?”

“N-no.” You halted your movement to breathe. You were tired and just wanted Zoro to take you himself, but you knew how tired your big boy was and your selfish needy ass he told you to fuck yourself on his cock if you wanted to cum. His cocky smirk slowly turned into a small frown, his eyebrows furrowed scanning your face before looking down at your dripping cunt.

His hand glided to your breast, his middle finger leaving a trail against your skin to give a firm squeeze making you gasp. Zoro used the opportunity to rise up and kiss you, his tongue not missing a beat in flicking and wrapping around yours.

Your body began to move on its own earning a curl of a lip from your greenhaired boyfriend. Thats when he pulled away to grip your hips to pump up inside you.

“Zo!” You nearly could have loss balance if his hands werent keeping u steady, his hips bucking inside you until your mouth agaped and your toes curling slightly, “F-faster!”

It wasn’t Something you usually request, its always “slow down” or “wait wait” but who was zoro to deny such a request?

But he needed a better position.

“So fucking pretty.” He huffed holding your arms down cris crossed on your tummy, legs over his shoulder, and eyes rolled back you felt all of him, “You always get like this, too fucking lazy to do anything huh? Need me to take care of everything for you, my pretty Pillow Princess.”

As much as you wanted to argue back the only words that were exchanged were “FASTER!”

And faster he went until you felt the bed shift. You and Zoro both paused at the sudden dip in the middle of the bed, staring at each other blankly partially out of breath zoro chuckles

“Still want me to go faster?…because i can keep fucking you into this broken bed…”

[jakescaravel]

Starving

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x reader

Word Count: 3,526

Warnings: smut, slight exhibitionism, kissing, touching, spit, overstimulation, head, slight mentions of spanking, drinking, being drunk, I think thats everything and as always 18+ MDNI!!!

Summary: “Baby, I can’t wait until we’re home. I’m starving.”

It’s no secret that Jake has money. Thinking about the 0s in his bank account makes your head spin and Jake loves to spoil you. About an hour ago he gave you a little hint about your evening plans, “go get dressed up nice babydoll, I’m taking you out.”

Getting ready to go out like this was always exciting, even if you were unsure of the location. You locked yourself in the bathroom and took the time to get perfect, making sure not a single hair was out of place. You picked out a satin dress of deep burgundy, one of Jake's favorites, the one that falls just above your knees and hugs your body in all the right places. Over the dress, a sheer lace black shawl paired with black heels and a black handbag. Your hair is pinned back in a low bun with two curled pieces hanging perfectly by your ears.

Your phone vibrates on the bathroom counter and you see a text from Jake.

Jake 💍💕

Leaving in 5, can’t wait to see what you’re wearing 😘

Oh shit 5 minutes. You quickly swipe a thin layer of eyeliner across your lash line, a coat of mascara, just a touch of blush, and a little bit of highlight on the end of your nose. Also some silver earrings and a red lip to match the color of the dress. Finally, you press some perfume behind your ears and a little bit on your wrists.

You take one last look in the mirror and smile at the pretty face smiling right back. Stepping out of the bathroom, you see Jake on the bed looking at his phone. Upon hearing the door open, he immediately tosses it to the side like it's some piece of junk and moves to stand. His eyebrows raise as he walks closer. He takes his time looking you up and down, taking in every little detail, eyes lingering on your thighs.

“Baby.” There’s just a hint of desperation in his voice and his lips curl into a sinister smile.

He places his hands on your hips and pulls you in to kiss you but you turn your head at the last movement. He pulls back, brows pinch together in confusion.

“Lipstick!”

He shakes his head and laughs to himself. “Oh you are so gonna regret that.” He smacks your ass. “Come on, let's go.”

You both walk outside to wait by the curb and Jake pulls out his phone, probably to check on your ride. Now it's your turn to look him up and it’s clear he’s taken some time to get ready, himself. He wears a dark blue cloth shirt, held together by only two buttons and simple black slacks with the faintest pinstriped lines. His hair, parted to the side and freshly shampooed, shines under the moonlight and a single atocha coin necklace adorns his perfectly tanned chest. He looks so effortlessly perfect, and expensive. That’s the Jake Kiszka charm, laid back but dripping with sex, and he knows it.

He puts his phone back in his pocket and returns his attention to you. You let him place a little kiss on your cheek and you interlock your fingers with his. Only a few minutes pass before your ride arrives.

Your jaw practically drops in shock as a shiny black limo pulls onto your street. You look at Jake and he’s watching the limo as well, smirking. He walks to the side and opens the door for you.

“M’ Lady.” He holds his hand out and you take it as you carefully step into the back seat. He’s not far behind you and you both settle in as the door shuts.

The limo has one long seat covered in leather and a table in the middle with a vase of colorful flowers. He picks out a tiny red rose and tucks it behind your ear. 

“This is nice right?” He says, still smirking.

“Yes I.. I don’t even know what to say, this is so nice Jake.” You rest your head on his shoulder and he wraps his arm around your waist, holding you close.

For the rest of the short ride, Jake flirts with you, whispering into your ear, kissing you on your neck, and other little acts of affection, all while sliding his hand slowly up and down your thigh. When you pull into the parking lot and exit the vehicle, you and Jake walk hand in hand to the door of the restaurant.

“Good evening sir, are you Jake Kiszka?” 

“Yes, that's me.” Jake looks to you, flashing his perfect teeth, you know how he likes to be called sir.

This place is nice. The tables are lined with a white table cloth each with a set of dimly lit candles. The live Jazz band plays a soft ballad in the back.

When the hostess leads you to your table, Jake pulls out your chair for you and you take a seat. Even the chairs are fancy, varnished wood and padding of a dark black color. You take a closer look around and see that the restaurant is mostly made up of other couples, mostly older ones. You two seem to be the youngest people here in fact. Yougest people to be able to afford it no doubt.

A cute brunette waitress approaches the table, and immediately seeing Jake, her eyes widen. Trying to play it off she quickly introduces herself as Katie. Then she hands you both menus and reads out the specials. Her eyes are practically glued to Jakes the whole time. Katie leaves the table but when she walks away she does a double take before going into the kitchen.

You roll your eyes when she finally turns and Jake is looking all too smug.

“Wow she was not subtle.” You say.

“Yeah.” He laughs. “I think I actually heard her whimper when I said thank you.” You laugh and he sends you a wink before returning to the menu.

You both decide on a nice bottle of red to start and she returns shortly taking your orders. 

Jake leans forward as he orders, smiling sweetly at her as she takes the wine menu. “Thank you Katie.” He sends her one of his heart stopping, teeth flashing smiles and she blushes and looks at the floor.

“Thanks, I mean… sorry I-I'll have that right out for you!” She scampers away nervously as the two of you try to stifle your laughter. She comes back just a minute later with a bottle of some expensive looking french wine. Chalk it up to Jake to pick out something like that. She sets the bottle chilled in ice, down and walks away very quickly.

Jake fills up your glass very generously and you take a sip. You’ve never been too critical of wine. As long as it's red, you’ll drink it but you have to admit, this is delicious. Jake seems to feel the same way, given his similar satisfied expression. You look over the food menu and finally decide on the spaghetti and when Katie comes back Jake says, “We were waiting for you Katie.”

She laughs, too loud, and then straightens out. “Alright what would you like to start off with?”

Jake nods at her, holding eye contact and smirking. Oh the poor girl.

“Yes I'll have the spaghetti and my fiancé will be having the same.” He hands her the menus, slightly brushing his hand against hers.

You can hear her breath literally catch in her throat and she takes both of your menus and descends once more.

“Wow Jake, that was a little evil. Now she’s gonna have to wait hours until the end of her shift to relieve herself.” He giggles.

After your food arrives at the table, and you’ve each had a little bit more wine, you let yourselves fall into a comfortable silence while eating. The food is delicious and it pairs perfectly with the wine. You can taste the fresh tomato and basil. After you’re both done with the small portion, you finish your glass and Jake fills it right back to the top. You can tell he’s on his third glass already by the way his cheeks are flushed and he keeps staring at you, looking at your lips and chest. 

You’re starting to feel it a little too. Your body feels lighter and relaxes into the cushion. You stare into his eyes as you sip on the sweet red liquid. As it enters your system you start to feel looser too. You almost knock over your glass reaching for the salt but Jake grabs it and sprinkles some over your plate for you. As he does so he leans in and curls his finger at you. You move forward and turn so that he whispers right into your ear. “You look so gorgeous y/n. I’m having a hard time controlling myself.” He sits back in his chair and winks at you. The raspiness of his voice ignites something in you and you move your leg to brush against his, desperate for any sort of touch.

You look up to find him trying to contain his smirk as his foot meets yours and travels up the inside of your leg. He moves a little higher and you send him a look as if to say, ‘we’re really doing this right now?’ His lips curl into an evil looking smile and he slowly nods his head.

After a few minutes of staring each other down and playing under the table, you feel your patience growing thin and the tension getting stronger. Where is this waitress with the check so we can get the fuck out of here?

Jake relaxes back in the chair, moving his shoulders up to stretch as he does so. He looks so sexy when he rests his forearm on the table and puts his other elbow up, resting his chin in his hand. You quickly finish the rest of your wine and pour yourself another glass. Your mind starts to slip away, thinking things you shouldn’t be thinking of in public, but Jake’s is already there. You continue to stare, eye fucking each other until the waitress returns with the check.  

Jake never looks away from you, never breaks the stare as he opens his wallet and takes out a few bills. He doesn’t even check the amount, he couldn’t be bothered, he knows the crisp hundreds he’s pulled out will do the trick. He always carries cash with him, no matter the impracticality of it, it is the Jake kiszka way. He puts the money on the table and slides it towards Katie.

“Skipping dessert tonight?”

“Desert is waiting for me at home.” Oh fuck.

That shuts her up and she looks nervously from you to Jake as he smirks, still staring into your eyes. He playfully kicks your foot under the table. After the bill is paid and Jake gives her a generous tip, you both stand. Jake immediately wraps his arm around your waist, tightly holding you to him. You can see the jealousy in her eyes as you move away from the small table.

Walking towards the door of the restaurant proves to be a difficult task. It's almost as though you’ve partially lost control of your legs, they feel like jelly. However, Jake walks tall and proud and in turn, holds you up as you exit the building. When you get outside, the same limo is already waiting for you.

As soon as the door is closed and you are both concealed in the back seat, he wraps his hand around the back of your neck and pulls you in to kiss him. You kiss him back as you throw your leg over to straddle his lap. You place your hand on the back of his head, moving your fingers through his hair, grabbing and pulling, holding onto anything. Your heart rate starts to pick up as you kiss him back with more fervor. You both fall into a perfect rhythm, pulling back and forth, bodies pressed tightly to one another. With his other hand he grabs onto your thigh, kneading into the skin and working his way up higher. A second heartbeat starts to form and you’re aching to get home.

You pull back to take a breath and you both just stare at each other for a moment, chests rising and falling heavily. His lips curl into a smile and you move in to kiss him more softly. Your lips meet in a slow embrace, moving your heads in unison as your tongue slips past his lips. He lets out a soft hum and you pull away again. 

He whispers into your ear, “Baby, I can’t wait until we’re home. I’m starving.”

For the rest of the ride, he’s trying to refrain from fucking you right there but he touches you like he’s addicted. He brings his face to your neck hungry breathing in your scent. He mutters a low “fuck” that you can barely hear and holds you, placing sloppy drunken kisses along the length of your neck, licking and sucking at any exposed skin he can find. His hand reaches around to clamp your mouth shut, preventing you from making any noise in front of the blissfully unaware driver.

After what seems like hours, the limo pulls up to your house and you exit, walking hurriedly towards the door, the result of the heated car ride evident between your legs. Jake is hot on your trail as you fumble with the lock on the door. The second you’re both inside he crashes his lips into yours with force almost knocking you off your feet. He holds you steadily as he walks you backward towards the living room. Once your back is pressed against the wall he pushes his body into yours and you can feel his cock, hard and throbbing against your stomach.

In his drunken state, his movements are messy and uncalculated but he moves swiftly and with purpose. His hands travel down from your breasts to the bottom of your dress where he roughly pulls the fabric up and hikes it around your hips. Jake pulls away and smirks looking down at the lacey pair of painties you picked out. He drops to his knees until his eyes are level with your cunt. He looks absolutely taken by you, as he looks you over hungrily. He looks up to your face with dark lustful eyes and your breath catches in your throat. The way he looks up at you from his submissive position mixed with the dominance in his glare sets your body on fire. You can feel yourself pulsing, aching to be touched. 

With no warning, he roughly pulls your panties to the side and attaches his mouth to you, burying his face in your cunt. His expression softens at the mere taste of you and he whimpers against your clit. Your hips buck up into his mouth from the harsh vibration and a moan of your own ripples through you.

You swear that he does this for his own pleasure rather than yours. The way he looks when he's enjoying you like this… eyes shut in concentration, the thin line of sweat forming at his forehead, the moans of his own. It seems like you're not even there, like the only thing that matters to him is your taste.

He pulls away and spits right onto your clit, his eyes never leaving your center. The visual itself is one you wish to remember for the rest of time. He crashes his lips back into you, sucking your clit into his mouth, rolling his tongue over and over you. The sensation builds and builds and you know you’re teetering over the edge. You pull your hips back slightly and his hands find their way around your waist pulling you onto his mouth, holding you there. 

He speeds up his movements, sending a jolt of electricity through you and you grab onto whatever you can, which happens to be his head as he continues to devour you. His arms tighten around you and he flattens his tongue moving his head back and forth against your clit. The noises it makes are obscene but neither of you could possibly begin to care. He stops moving all together and you don’t even realize you're rocking into him chasing your release until he squeezes you tighter forcing you to stop.

He slips his tongue inside you, rubbing his nose against your clit with every nod. His tongue curls deep inside you and your leg twitches involuntarily at the soft pressure of his nose against your clit. He slows his movements, allowing you to find your breath. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you let yourself feel every little sensation. The small flicks of his tongue, the way his nose feels against your center, his hands gripping into your skin, sure to leave bruises.

This new mix of pleasure carries you further to the edge until you’re almost letting go but at the last second, he pulls away. You groan with disappointment and he opens his eyes, narrowing in on you. He looks up at you with those puppy dog eyes as he sticks out his tongue, carefully delivering a slow lick from your center right up to your clit where he swirles his tongue around. 

He looks so innocent.

You hiss as he repeats the action a couple more times, your legs start to tremble. He starts to move a little faster now, licking tight circles around your clit. Your whole body feels white hot and you’re so close you know it's only seconds before you fall apart. He knows it too, you can see it on his face. His expression changes, his eyes glossing over and turning dark, the look he gives you says, ‘Give it to me. Now.’

He nods his head slightly as he pulls your clit into his mouth. You feel his tongue moving in fast circles and ever so softly, he closes his teeth around the sensitive bud. That's what does it. You grab fistfuls of his hair as your body shakes around his mouth. You’re being transported into another world, entirely unaware that you're chanting his name into the room. He licks over you as you ride your high, no end in sight.

After a surprisingly long time, you feel yourself coming down but Jake has other plans for you. His gaze is locked on yours as he moves even faster and harder. You feel your pleasure starting to turn into overstimulation but there is no cease in his movements. Your legs start to shake more aggressively and you can’t seem to stop.

You manage to choke out “Jake… it’s.. it's too much” but he dismisses you with a simple shake of his head and he begins to move even faster. He growls into your soaked cunt and he seems to be lost in his own pleasure too.

His tongue moves fast, buried deep in you soaking up anything he can. It’s like he's starved for you and he can’t move fast enough to collect every last drop on his tongue.

Your second orgasm hits you like a train, pulling you under faster than you could ever have imagined. This time you can hardly hear anything as your whole body goes limp against his kneeling frame. Time doesn't exist and your screams fill the air as he holds you steadily. Your whole body is shaking and you hold the back of his head so tightly you’re afraid you might hurt him. “Fuck fuck fuck” falls from your lips like a mantra, the pleasure is overwhelming and is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. 

After you possibly can't take it for another second you pull his face away and he gasps for air like he was drowning in you… which he sort of was. Jake looks up at you, covered and shining with your release. His chest heaves up and down as he looks over you with a satisfied smirk. 

“Good job baby, I knew you could do it.”

As your breathing starts to calm down he returns his attention to your cunt. He takes his time slowly cleaning up the mess he's made, dragging his tongue from your clit to where your cum drips down your inner thigh making sure not a single drop is left. He detaches just for a moment to say, “you taste fucking fantastic” and soon his kitten licks turn into kisses and he makes his way up placing little pecks along your stomach. 

Suddenly tiredness washes over you and standing becomes impossible. The alcohol still swirls around in your system as you feel like you could collapse. Jake gently fixes your dress and scoops you up, princess carrying you to your shared bedroom where he will clean you up and get you ready for bed. He laughs, somewhat taunting you but really, he thinks you’re adorable.

“Tired, my love?”

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[valerieluvsyu]

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒, 𝐥.𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐨

; 𝗦𝗬𝗢𝗡𝗣𝗦𝗜𝗦 - Based off the song Those Eyes by New West. When your boyfriend finds you crying in your room for the first time he doesn't know how to react. He does his best to comfort you.

; 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 - Lee Jeno x fem!reader

; 𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗦 - Fluff,petnames (such as pretty girl, doll, my love for hers)

; 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 - Swearing (Idc what yll have to say), mentions of self-harm, and mentions of death.

; 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘 - So, this was supposed to be my second post but I lost interest in the other one so this will be my first post!! I hope you enjoy this drabble that I made in school. Love youu

Sighing Jeno walked into your lightly dimmed penthouse, he looked around expecting to see you sitting on the couch watching tv as thats what you told him while you were on the phone. He cracked a small smile thinking that maybe your hiding somewhere to suprise him.

He started walking around looking for you but paused with he heard a sniffle. He thought you were watching a show in your room so he thought nothing of it until he didn't hear and background noise. He walked to your bedroom door pressing his ear to the door.

When he heard a chocked sob he burst through the door to see you curled up in your bed sobbing your eyes out. His eyes softened at the sight. As soon as you let out another sob Jeno made his way to the bed. Looking at your face, his heart sank for as long as you two have been together he's never seen you cry.

Not even when your dog died or a family member passed, so this is really hard for him to understand. He slowly sat on the bed, reaching out to you. He pulled your body up and you let him while covering your face. He ran his fingers through your hair before moving your hands. "Hey doll, wanna talk about it?".

He was surprised when you let out a loud sob. It broke his heart to see you In such state but he needed to figure out the problem. "Baby, I can't help you if you don't tell me" he softly whispered in your ear. Letting out a shaky breath you started to speak but no words could come out.

Instead you let out a pained sob, causing Jeno to sigh "I need to know baby" you nodded slightly causing him to crack a small smile. "So...w-hen I got off the phone with you" you cut yourself off by letting out another sob. Jeno rubbed his hands up and down your back "It's okay pretty girl take your time" you nodded before continuing.

"My mom called me and she...she sounded dead like the life was sucked out of her" Jeno nodded letting you continue "She couldn't form the words so my dad took the phone and he told me that...he told me my brother" you stopped, letting out more painful sobs "Your brother what, my love" you became quite as you were trying to find the words to say.

"Jeno my baby he... killed himself" hearing this he paused before cupping your face. He knew how much you loved you little brother. He knew that you would do anything for that boy hints to why you were on house arrest when a lady was making him feel weird. He knew from when you fought a teenager for him. He knew how much you would do for him.

He knew this moment fucking broke you and how long it was going to take to pick you back up. He knew how much you were going to blame yourself for this. He just knew that his old girlfriend was nowhere to be found. "Its all my fault Jeno if only I could've talked to him" he shushed you before you said anything stupid " Baby I love you with my whole heart but shut the fuck up" you looked at him with you big red boba eyes that were filled with tears.

Tears were forming in Jeno's eyes just seeing you like this "I know this is go to be hard but I want you to know that I'm going to be here for you the whole fucking way." You gave a small smile "But you need to start by not blaming yourself, yes he could've told someone but he didn't there's nothing we can do now" you let out even more sobs thinking of your little brother.

You and your little brother were laying in your parents backyard looking at the stars. The song those eyes by new west was playing in the background. None of you were really thinking of anything to be honest. You guys were just simply enjoying each other's company. "Hey sis, do you ever wonder what if we were stars" you turned to your side propping your head on my hand.

"I think when people die they become stars, like every soul is a star yknow" he gave a small nod before looking back at the stars. "If you ever need to talk to me about anything just know I'm one call away" he smiled and looked at you and smiled "Of course I will, who wouldn't your like the most understanding person I know". You gave him a big smile and listened to him ramble about how important you are to him.

"I wouldn't trade you for the world, if I ever had to pick someone to live the rest of my life with it would be you". He said with bright shining eyes and a big smile that made his dimples appear. " I feel as if you're just my person even though you're Jeno's person". You let out a small chuckle "I'll always be your person baby, regardless of who I'm with. He nodded " Jeno better treat you right because you deserve every bit of love".

When you didn't say anything he turned his head to see you tearing up so he pulled you to his embrace and you watched the stars hearts full of love and comfort.

Little did you guys know that your parents were staring in the back door, smiling ear to ear watching the two of you.

And little did you know that would be your last conversation with your little brother.

You covered your mouth and sobbed into Jeno's chest whole heartily. He cooed and whispered sweet nothing's into your ear. The sounds that you let out were just screams at this point. "Jeno it hurts so fucking bad" he nodded "He told me he'd tell me anything" He sighed and started rocking you side to side when you're dad called. Jeno reached over and picked up the phone.

"Hey Jeno how is she doing" he let out a sigh "Its like the life was sucked out of her" he says while rubbing your back as you fall asleep, your father sighed. "Jeno I need you to take of her for a while, I'll come pick her up in two days, I just need to get her mom back on her feet" "Of course, I'll wait for you, I'll make sure she's and all that you don't have to worry"

He heard your dad let out a breath of relief. "Thank you so much Jeno, I'm gonna go now but I love you and thank you so much". Jeno smiled even though he couldn't see him. "Ok I love you to and I'm sorry for your loss". After your father hung up Jeno turned his attention to you, who was falling asleep on his chest.

Tear stain rolling down your face and your face all red. It pained him so fucking much to see you like this, his strong girl hurt. It fucking hurt. It hurt so much. He wanted to hide her away from this world from all the pain. He let out a sigh and layed you both down and pulled up the covers.

He hated seeing tears in those pretty ass eyes of yours.

He hated seeing hurt laced all over your face.

He hated life at the momment but everything will be okay when he see's the sparkle in your eyes.

Ahhh I'm done so it took me a day and a few hours to finish,so I hope you enjoy. I don't know what to put soo bye love you.

[moonchildstyles]

Just aster with his rings and painted nails wrapped around angel’s face and his one hand literally covers her whole face! Him squeezing her cheeks together to make a kissy shape with her lips so he gets to kiss it :( <3 aster is just so ugh! Whispering in her ears “daddy missed you” kissing her neck being discreet but the blush on her cheeks exposes themmmm its just when he calls himself that it gets to her :( and she turns around to hide her face in his chest hugging him :( “did you miss me, angel?” Patting her hairrrr she looks up at him nodding “yeah?” His fingers run through her hair pulling her face further away wanting to see her fully :’( “missed you a lot” she says giving his chest a kiss!!! “Missed who?” a cheeky smile on his face “who angel? Mitch? Oh no you definitely missed Sarah!” She’s a giggling mess “nooo I missed you” pointer finger hitting his chest “I don’t hear a name attached to that, angel” :(( she stands on her tiptoes whispering in his ear “missed you daddy” giving his cheek a peck heart eyes on display:( “can we go home?” She asks playing with his curls his arms around her waist holding her upright “and do what? Just you and I all alone?” a slight quirk to his eyebrow hands squeezing her sides making her giggle “harrryy” wrapping her arms around his neck to hold on to him cheeks so red feeling so embarrassed even though no one can hear them in the corner they are hiding at :( he kisses her lips “okay don’t have to say you want me to fuck you I’ll do it anyway” her hands quickly try to cover his mouth but it’s too late and his words have already reached her ears jaw to the floor! And he’s laughing kissing all over her face walking her out of their corner holding onto her hand as they say their goodbyes :( 🧸

BESTIE BEAR OH MY GOD?????????? them being huddled in a little corner together when they’re out at a friends or whatever and they’re doing their thing being in their own world together:( HIM MUSHING HERE FCE AND MAKING HER DO A LITTLE FISHY KISSY FACE JUST SO HE CAN KISS HER A LITTLE :( AND SHES TRYING TO SMILE AGAINST HIS HANDS BUT ITS:( SOOOOOOO CUTE TO HIM:( and maybe they had to spend all day apart the first time they saw each other was him picking her yp to take her out tonight:( and hes just being sweet at first but when he sees her all sparkly eyes w her puffy lips and he just...lvoes her s bad and needs to show her:( the idea of him saying "daddy missed you" oh thats altering my brain chemistry and she ofc gets oooo flustered even though he said it quietly for her and kissing her nose:( and he knows EXACTTLY what shes thinking and asking for when she asks if they can go home:( they've been out for couple of hours so it wouldn't be a bad idea to go home now:( but he just HAS to tease her a little esp after seeing her get flutstered after one daddy comment:( and him asking her what she wants to do when they’re all along w that one look on his face w a lopsided smile and hes looking at her like hes waiting to hear what he wants but he ofc knows shes not going to say It while there out shes too shy for that:( and she tries to hide in his chest whining his name but hes got his hands on her face so he gets to see all f her reactions:( and when she doesn't say anything more he just rolls his eyes all playfully and "oh alright I won't make you say you want me to fuck you, ill still do it anyway baby:)" and the idea of her trying to put her hands on his mouth like she could stop him before shes all big eyed and harryyy! but hes laughing and giving her a little kiss like cmon baby lets go home:( holding her hand as they’re saying goodbye:(

[quinnpriv1]

[flrd, riddle/ace] femdom riddle, all 3 but not at the same time, cucking vibes, wannabe infidelity, age difference

“How would you like to come to my house for dinner next Friday?”

Ace about drops the trey he’s holding, complete with Riddle’s tea and biscuits. He beams from ear to ear, putting the things on the table. If he had a tail, it would be wagging.

“Just the two of us?”

“Now, now, I was just about to compliment you for being clever. My husband will be there, of course.”

can we get some threeway m! floyd/f! riddle/m! ace ??? ik riddles prude but like. just imagie Okay. this is for my dick only. like idk maybe florid is an already stabilished couple, with them knowing how to get each and every reaction of each other and knowin what the other likes. then Boom, ace gets a crush on riddle, starts pursuing, and riddles kinda Into It. with some encourage from floyd (cause hes not That jealous) she invites acey over? and they fuck. yay. ace has a bit of floyds help to get the right reactions outta her... listen i just kind of want 2 guys admiring and pampering and telling riddle how pretty she is. its such good food.... srry if the text is long i simply have Many Thoughts

(+OH well im glad to hear you werent upset by it thats a relief,,,, and I See. yeah thats reasonable, hope thing sget less psicy! an i hope you have fun writing the things you wanna :3c

hehe thank you dear!! i always have fun writing things and i love talking to y’all for sure! 🥰

idk why, this prompt was feeling very “age diff” to me so idk flrd is in their 30s and ace is like super freshly 19 hope that’s cool! teeny feel but i love the vibes)

//

Riddle looks severe when she dresses the young man down, sharp from every angle. Her hair is pulled up in a bun with a pin Floyd gave her for their fourth anniversary, the only curls hanging loose the ones she left down herself.

Ace hates her immediately, her bossy tone, her holier-than-thou spiel. He tunes half of the lecture out, focusing on her jewelry and clothing instead. She’s flat chested, but there’s an enormous ring on her finger and it’s distracting.

They keep running into each other. Riddle’s lectures get shorter as Ace becomes more skilled. He’s a newcomer at the café, after all.

The first time Riddle compliments him, Ace is horrified to realize he’s flatter, scratching the back of his neck to cover up the fact that his ears are red.

A few months later, he wakes up from a wet dream in a cold sweat. Pale skin and short limbs had featured. His subconscious had dressed the petite redhead in lacy undergarments when she stepped on him in stilettos but his dick had gotten hard nonetheless.

It’s a mortifying moment, but Ace has never been one to sit around feeling sorry for himself. Where there’s a will, there’s a way, and as much as his exes annoyed him, they had both left him with the same note: at least you’re persistent.

Riddle is a married woman. It’s a hurdle he’s never leapt, or even wanted to approach. He’s never liked anybody who wasn’t his own age, and he’s still not sure he likes Riddle so much as wants her to sit on his face, wants to eat her out and see what she looks like unraveled, undone, stripped of all her barriers.

Subtle isn’t exactly his forte. He’s not usually the type for gifts and flowers, but Riddle is the traditional sort. He skives off of his shifts whenever he can, handing responsibilities off to Deuce when it’s slow. Riddle is less-than-impressed with this and tells him so, but he asks enough questions to keep her intrigued, getting to know her better.

Learning that she’s a lawyer is horrifying and sexy as hell. She could probably have him arrested for all this shit, but more and more she seems like she’s not all that bothered, weeks of chocolates and trinkets having made an impression.

“How would you like to come to my house for dinner next Friday?”

Ace about drops the trey he’s holding, complete with Riddle’s tea and biscuits. He beams from ear to ear, putting the things on the table. If he had a tail, it would be wagging.

“Just the two of us?”

“Now, now, I was just about to compliment you for being clever. My husband will be there, of course.”

It’s better than nothing, Ace supposes. He heartily accepts, beyond curious to meet the mystery man. Ace has learned lots of things about Riddle’s job—things she can tell him without breaking confidentiality laws, anyways—coworkers, friends, and interests. She’s been surprisingly reserved about this guy, perhaps for his sake.

Ace hopes he’s boring and lame. Maybe, if he can impress her next weekend, it will be the start of his home-wrecker arc. He’s not proud of wanting that, but hell, nothing about the way he lusts for Riddle is normal.

He begs Deuce for a ride so he doesn’t have to take a bus to the other side of town, hair styled and suit jacket pressed for the occasion. Deuce drops him off with a snort and tells him to call the cops if things get dicey. Ace rolls his eyes; he would do no such thing.

The house is intimidating, but it’s not a gated mansion, as Ace half-feared it would. It’s stately and large but cozy, decorated with roses in all sorts of colors, immaculately well-kept. A man with a lazy smile opens the door, handsome, tan, and tall. “Ace, right?”

“That’s me.”

“I’m Floyd. Charmed.”

They shake hands and Ace struggles not to piss himself—his grip is insane. He follows Floyd through dimly-lit halls until they arrive at the dining hall. Candles are burning and it smells fantastic, spices and wine warming the air.

There are only three place settings. Ace waits for Riddle to take her seat at the head of the table. Floyd sits next to her, smiling as he swirls blood red liquid in his glass. They look like weird vampires like this and Ace shakes that thought in honor of standing his ground.

They both know what he’s here for. Presumably, since Riddle extended an invitation, they want it too, want him to spice up the night, or something.

Damn, Ace thinks. They talked about him. Their relationship is healthy.

It’s fine. He can work with this. So what if Floyd is hot and off-putting? Ace probably has him beaten in the stamina arena. He’s young and horny and eager.

They eat with minimal chatter. The food is so impressive that Ace nearly gluts himself on it, but he remembers his purpose, taking a spare toothbrush when offered.

Ace and Floyd are left alone in a room with a large, circular bed when Riddle excuses herself to change. Ace expects threats and insults, but Floyd’s gaze remains half-lidded. “You’re not scared?”

Lazily, his mismatched eyes drift to the side. Unkempt is a good look on him, casually suave. His expensive watch and shoes add another layer of intrigue, leave Ace with more questions than answers. “Of what?”

“Your wife leaving you.”

Floyd chortles, tilting Ace’s chin back. “You’re cute.”

Ace swats him away with a scowl. “That’s not an answer.”

Floyd glances at the door Riddle exited through, expression sly. “Never. She’s going to eat you alive. You’ll be begging for me to help you in fifteen minutes.”

Ace highly doubts this. Still, the warning gives him pause. He swallows.

Riddle emerges, heels clicking on wood. She’s exactly as fascinating as Ace expected her to be, dressed in pearly white lingerie and garters, her heels at least three inches tall. She commands Ace to kneel and he’s disobedient, but not for long.

She drives a hard pace, has him panting in no time. Her stilettos leave marks on his skin and she doles out discipline, urging Ace to tweak her nipples and rub her through her underwear with disdain.

The whole time, she remains aloof while Ace loses his mind. He tries and tries and tries to stay steady but his knees are weak. A garbled please escapes his lips before he can help it, drooling and gasping for air.

“Take it easy on him,” Floyd purrs, fingers smoothly slipping between her thighs. “He’s just a kid.”

“He’s legal,” Riddle retorts.

“You know what I meant.”

Ace watches, humiliated, as the two of them take their places. Floyd not only keeps up with her but drives a harder pace, dislodging her bra while he firmly gropes her breasts, sinking his teeth into her nipples hard enough to hurt. Riddle’s back arches as Floyd snaps the fabric, grinding against her pussy with the heel of his palm.

Mentally, he takes notes. He watches as Floyd does all of the things Ace dreamt of doing, murmuring absolute filth as he gets her off. He doesn’t touch his own dick at all, a sharp contrast to Ace, who’s flaccid and spent. It’s only once he has his wife face-down and fully nude that he bags it up and fucks her.

“Floyd,” Riddle whines, full up to her lungs. Ace is more than a little impressed—he’s never seen a dick quite like her husbands. Nevertheless, she takes it, him bucking into her like a dog, the mattress shaking as he keeps going. It’s damp and disgusting everywhere by the time Floyd is finished, a self-satisfied smirk on his lips.

Everyone showers. Ace absently toys with his phone, waiting for Deuce to answer him. Floyd plucks it out of his hands. “I’ll drive you home.”

He’s ‘dressed’ in nothing but a thin robe. Ace struggles not to look at his junk and feel inferior again. Still, a ride is a ride, even if it’s from an almost-stranger. Ace came here willing to take a chance.

“She’s always liked brats,” Floyd tells Ace. He whips his head to the side, startled. “Work on your stamina and try again.”

“Speaking from personal experience?” Ace asks, haughty and proud to the end.

Floyd laughs. “You wish, kid.”

Ace frowns, remaining quiet for the rest of the ride. He takes Floyd’s words to heart. Being invited at all had been a triumph.

Now all he has to do is get himself invited again. He would do anything to see the frosty, frigid Riddle like that again, the way she had been with Floyd.

How hard could it be?

[cynettic]

How to Dom Genshin Men 101

Summary - Tips, tricks, and the unofficial guide of how to dominate genshin men in bed. ( Not really- just tips and a quick sneak peak )

Pairings - Fem!Reader x Albedo / Diluc / Kaeya / Childe / Kazuha / Venti /  Zhongli / Dainsleif / Scaramouche

Warnings - NSFW ( edging, overstimulation, penetration, pegging, foreplay, bondage, degradation, humiliation, dirty talk, fingering, heavy dom, punishment, cunnilingus, blowjob )

A/N - “How to dominate Genshin Woman,” is up next ;)

Mentions - @clouds-rambles I saw you wanted someone to tag you for a post with Kazuha or Venti content :) sorry if it was comfort you were looking for tho- ;-;

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Kaeya needs to be told he will be fucked. That you’re going to throw him on the bed and have your way with him. With the blue headed cavalry captain, communication is the key to seducing him into your bidding. Kaeya naturally can be submissive, but he often prefers to take control, so you’ll have to keep firm with him.

Rub his thighs while you whisper into his ear all your dirty little plans. The contact will catch his attention, and he’ll grow hard at the thought of you taking control.

But be careful.

As much as Kaeya can be a bratty sub, he is equally teasing and capable of taking control again. You need to stick hard with your decision, and never falter into his words. Keep him on edge, control his orgasm, make him long for you.

“Y/n… please… I cant take it any longer.”

Kaeya in general is open to many things, so bondage and many kinks are open to him. Use them to keep him blinded in ecstasy and want, until all he can do is whine out your name.

Degrade him.

Play with his hair as he shakes for the orgasm, and pull at his locks when he tries to get off when you pull back. You need to remind him constantly that you’re in control, that he does your bidding and that your words are law.

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The room was hot, sweat dripping down your neck as you loomed over Kaeya’s toned chest. But the warmth was hardly a bother with the view in front of view, whimpers and grunts escaping the man’s lips as he clenched the white silk bedsheets.

“Y/n,” he breathed, head crushed into the bedsheets by your hand that gripped his neck. You only squeezed his throat tighter, making him flinch and unable to speak. All he could do was try to meet your uneven pace and throw his hips up in an idle attempt to orgasm.

He should’ve known better.

Because you drew up when he was close, lifting your wet dripping pussy from the slick coated juices that covered his dick. Leaving his erect and overstimulated length throbbing as he cried out. 

“I decide when you get to cum,” was your only reply, harsh and strict against his lustful desperate eyes. “I am the one in control of your needy little dick right now, so dont even try to find out what I’ll do if you do it without my permission.”

He could only nod, tears welling up in his eyes when you slammed back down on his dick. The obedient way he melted into you making you loosen the grip on his neck, slowly trailing your hand down his chest. Hand settling on his abs as you bounced on his dick, pace getting quicker. 

“Cum you slut.”

His seed filled your hole, and his hands clenched into fists as the wave of pleasure washed over him. He curled his toes at the edge of the bed, knees and thighs shaking when you sank back down on his dick. He was reduced to a mewling mess, unable to form proper words.

“You didn’t think we were done did you?”

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Quick Tip - Touch his chest, especially his nipples. He was his window exposed to the cold air after all~ its sensitive and the contact there with the one on his dick will have him trembling.

Diluc doesnt know how to be anything but dominant in his sex life. He’s unlikely ever had the chance to be at someones complete and utter mercy. In a way, he liked it like that, he likes control better than the unknown. But he trusts you, openly submitting himself to you when you ask. Cause thats all you have to do when it comes to Diluc, ask with a pouty face and a “pretty please?�� And its yours.

Diluc probably got the idea that you’d be gentle with him because of your words. Maybe it was your soft expression, or just the way you patted his shoulder and told him he’d enjoy it, you promised.

But you were anything but gentle.

Actually, he’ll likely try to avoid looking at you directly because he might feel ashamed for looking so vulnerable. Scared that you might find him disgusting or revulsive in the state that he’s crying and begging for your touch.

With Diluc, praise him. 

Tell him how good he’s doing, how hot he looks all wet and hard for you. Talking about what you’re going to do to him also turns him on, stroke his dick and whisper into his ear how you’ll be pounding it in your pussy.

“So g-good… dont stop… d-dont…”

“Magic word ‘Luc,” you whispered slyly into his ear. 

“Please…” he whined almost immediately. “Please, please… p-please-”

But once you start, you’re in complete and utter control.

Unlike Kaeya, he wont be able to turn the tables on you if he feels like it. Being at someones mercy is so thrilling, and all he can do is think about how to make you tell him he’s doing good.

He’ll do everything you ask without hesitation.

A good boy just for you.

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“Sensitive,” you remarked smoothly as the pads on your fingers rubbed Diluc’s cock. You were gentle, slow and torturous as you rubbed the tip and drank in the boy’s muffled gasps and cries.

Diluc was face down on the bed, hands grasping the pillow and just about shoving it in his face. His hips bucked everytime you touched his needy dick, toes digging into the blanket to support him in any kind of way. 

You hovered over his quivering body, a smirk plastered over your face at the feeling of euphoria this gave you. Diluc was never a bottom, and it felt so good to know that it was you who was changing that.

‘He’s so cute being so submissive too…’

Ass up in the air as if begging you to suck his cock, to do anything instead of teasing him with your fingers. Adorable attempt, but if he wanted to be sucked off, he needed to vocally beg for it, plead and whine for your mouth.

You pressed another kiss against his neck, nipping at his tender red skin with your teeth. He struggled and whimpered when you didnt go any lower.

“You want something…?” You asked gently into his ear, holding back the grin when he nodded wildly.

“‘Ask for it.”’

He opened his mouth to say something, but was overcome with the sensation of your fingers sliding up and down his dick. The pillow didnt help, muffling his voice so you couldnt hear him either way. Feeling trapped, he could only thrust his hips into the strokes of your hand.

“Y/n…” he tried, stopping halfway. “I want you to… I n-need you to…”

So you helped him out a little bit.

Your hand quickly came to his neck, holding his face up above the pillow. It was grasped as if you’d choke him, but your touch was soft and gentle enough not to hurt him. “What was that?”

“Suck me…” he sputtered out, thighs trembling. “Please…”

You let go of his neck, instead trailing your body down. You left little kisses and love bites on the crevices of his back, noting how he arched his spine obediently. “Good boy,” you whispered when you got to his cock. You gave the tip a little kiss, “Good boy.”

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Quick Tip - Get into a position with Diluc that’ll make it hard for him to escape your grip completely. He’s not used to this, so he’ll be really shifty and squirmy the entire time.

Albedo might be a little harder to go about, but it all comes down to how you phrase it. The poor boy is so obsessed with knowledge and discovering more that it really isnt that hard to persuade him with the right words. Tell him that you simply want to experiment body reactions, and that someone suggested a little something ‘different.’

Can I just start by saying that Albedo is probably one of the prettiest bottoms out there? Like the way his mouth opens to moan out your name, but then he chokes back on pleasure and now he’s just breathing really hard, eyes slitted.

During the entire process, he’ll be completely obedient to you and only you. Asking what to do so that the supposed experiment will work. 

In general he’s pretty touch craved, so even just the simplest stray of your fingers along his thigh will get him hard.

“You’re… sure this is part of the experiment?”

“Absolutely. Something wrong?”

“No… I’ve just never done this before.”

Make him sit on your lap. 

I don’t care if you’re shorter or taller than him. If you’re looking up or down to see his face, because either way its the best position to see his expressions. And the best thing about Albedo is his expressions.

You’re used to seeing his usual stoic demeanor and maybe even the slightest smile that he spares for you. But here, you get to see the pleasure that he cant hide, moaning your name and whining for more.

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“Like t-this…?”

Your hand was on the soft skin of his back, fingers stroking the crevice of his spine and sending goosebumps up his spine. “Perfect,” you purred back, legs widening under the pressure of him above you. 

You could tell Albedo was desperately trying to stay in control of his face, but his body reactions gave way to his actual feelings. Face slightly tinted as he screwed his eyes shut and delved into the feeling of being inside you. His thighs shook as you grasped his hips, slamming him in and out of your pussy mercilessly.

“Y/n…”

The way he moaned your name was just as satisfactory as his dick pounding into your walls. You stroked the sensitive skin of his sides, pinching and gripping his ass. It was tender in your hands, and you rubbed the flesh as you hoisted him up and down into your hole.

“You like that?” You asked into his ear, nibbling at the exposed hollow of his neck. 

“The e-experiment?” He began, clearing his throat as if to give you a fully proper answer. 

You thrust your hips to meet his.

“Its certainly- c-certainly… I…” He pressed his face into your shoulder, breathing hard as his thighs gave away and he fully submitted into you. Into the sensation of you pumping his length into yourself. 

“Certainly what Bedo…?” You teased, satisfied with his unfinished answer. You didn’t want him to give you his hypothesis, you wanted him to tell you how good he felt, how he wanted you to fuck him harder.

One of your hands rose up to his face, harshly pushing off your shoulder. Your hand came to grip his neck, angling his face in just the ‘right’ position so you could view the ecstasy dimming his eyes. Mouth open while nothing but moans and whimpers escaped, head tilted to the side because he couldnt focus on anything but the feeling of you.

“Feels…. good…” he mumbled, hazy eyes threatening to roll to the back of his head.

Your hand on his neck tightened, and you pulled his head up higher so you could see the diamond like mark on his chest. Pressing a soft kiss to the symbol, he tensed, trying to handle the stimulation on both his dick and neck.

“Now thats the answer I wanted,” you simply said in response, thumb rubbing the sensitive spot on his collarbone. 

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Quick Tip - Bondage and toys are also okay with Albedo as long as its for ‘research’ purposes. Seeing his expressions when he’s overstimulated would be all the more better :3

Childe would never willingly submit himself to you, never willingly let himself be submissive when it comes to sex or… anything. As you know, he is a very competitive man, so its easier if you trick him into it. Its consensual of course, Childe would never back down to a challenge, so who’s to say you can’t win for once?

Tell him you’ll be the one fucking him when you get back home.

He will laugh and tell you he’d like to see you try, the smirk on his face telling you he plans to be the one pumping into you all night anyways. 

But you slowly drive him crazy, occasionally brushing your fingers along his hip, up his thighs, ‘accidentally’ on his chest. Until his hard member is throbbing and needy, and he is easy to catch off guard when you make it back home.

He puts his stuff away, changing out of his dirty clothes. But you are prepared when he comes out in his boxers, the rope on his pull up bar undetected by him.

Yes, Childe has a pull up bar on his door, I swear thats canon-

Anyways, as he slowly paces towards you, lustful look in his eyes, you only smirk back. And its when you’ve pulled his hands into the waiting knot and pull the other two ends to secure the bindings, thats when he realizes he’s screwed up.

‘And yes I know Childe could probably break the pull up bar if he wanted to- shush shush.’

“Oh Childe… eating up your words now arent you?”

Tease him.

Degrade him and show him that you are in charge. That you are always in charge, that if you wanted, you could do anything to him. He is at your complete and utter mercy, and he can’t do anything about it.

Look him dead in the eye as the confidence fades from his face. As he can only acknowledge one thing, one thing only.

You’ve won.

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“You’re holding up pretty well,” your fingers trailed alongside the side of his face, scanning his features. “Pretty determined arent we? Don’t worry, I’ll fix that up for you quick.”

“Go ahead and try,” was his only answer.

Your fingers gripped his dick firmly, positioning it over your pussy. “Oh I plan to,” you whispered sweetly in a promise. “I can’t wait to see you begging for me, your needy little dick at my complete and utter disposal.”

Before he could answer, you thrust your hips to meet his length, biting your bottom lip slightly. He was big, and a grunt left his lips as he thrust his dick up into your entrance. With a gasp, you grabbed his sides, pushing his ass into the door and flashing him a nasty stare.

“Don’t even try.”

With your hands restraining his body against the wooden door, he was left to deal with your terribly slow pace. As you slowly pumped his member in and out of your pussy, a torturous tempo that even had you yearning for more.

His face was worth it.

“Go faster…” he managed to get through his teeth, “You’re so damn slow-”

You pulled away from his member, letting it hang loose and dripping. Your hand still gripped it though, and with a long prolonged sigh, you looked up to give him a stern face. “Say that again and I’ll make sure you’ll stay stuck tied to the door, helpless and needy like the little whore you are.”

At this, his face scrunched in anger as he tried to pull away from the pull up bar. You pushed a hand to his chest, shoving him back into the door. Of course he wasnt used to being degraded and toyed around like this, but in his position, he needed to learn his place.

“So? What’ll it be?”

Stroking the tip of his cock hard in your hand, you watched as his resistance came to crumble, slow until you rubbed up and down his length. He closed his eyes ever so slightly, a whimper escaping his lips as he threw his head back against the door. You took a step closer, positioning his member right at the entrance of your pussy. You rubbed the tip of it against your clit, letting out a little whine out yourself.

“Fine…” you heard him mumble. “Please… Y/n, fuck me.”

You slowly pulled his cock closer against your hole, till only the tip was inside. “Louder.”

His eyes flashed open to give you a harsh glare, but nevertheless he had no choice but to beg. “Please,” he began, jerking when you pulled his cock into your pussy. So far that he hit his head against the wall in an act to hide his moan. “Oh god Y/n… just like that.” A whimper escaped his lips when you pumped in and out of him. “Dont stop… oh d-dont stop… fuck me… please.”

The slick sounds of squelches and Childe’s ass hitting the door filled the room. “Look at you,” you cooed, rubbing his cheek with your thumb as you looked at his half slitted eyes. “Looking so obedient now arent you? Who knew you were such a good little slut.”

Childe only mewled in response, knees threatening to give in as you thrust into his dick at a quicker pace. His thighs and legs were all but ready to give out, and it was the restraints on his wrists tying him to the pull up bar that kept him upright.

It wasnt till he was overstimulated and barely hanging onto the threads of consciousness when you spoke to him again. Untying the rope on the pull up bar and pulling him against you to bring him into the shower.

“Now now,” was what you whispered into his ear. “I want to hear it from you, who won?”

Your fingers treaded through his hair as he only managed to mumble back, “You.”

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Quick Tip - Run. I’m not kidding, morning comes and Childe awakens with his strength back? Bro, get outta there before the mf decides to take revenge-

Kazuha is poetic and takes a gentle approach to intimacy with you. Straight out telling him you want to be in control might throw him off a bit, so its best to lure him into it. Kiss him and whisper loving words into his ear. Have him lose himself in your lips, your words, and he wont notice how you’re not not wearing clothing, and now you’re pegging him in the ass.

Like Diluc, Kazuha wants to be praised, hearing your loving words in his ear. He’s usually the poetic one, so how come you’re the one being so romantic and cute?

Whisper the haiku he read to you yesterday, and he’ll be down and ready for whatever you want.

Overall, Kazuha probably wont mind if you’re dominant in your sex life, considering that he just wants to be loved, and that the intercourse is something intimate between the two of you. Special.

“O-oh… that feels nice…”

Be aware that Kazuha has slightly heightened senses with smell and hearing, and has a general sensitivity along with his senses. So yes, he will moan a lot. Be prepared to hear his usual calm collected voice squeaking and whimpering which each thrust of your hips.

Take advantage of that, touch him, talk to him. Don’t be harsh with Kazuha though- no degradation, teasing is acceptable, but poetic verses and loving words will be his favourite.

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Your hands were gentle against his hips, lifting his ass up and spreading his legs at just the right angle. Beneath you, he squirmed just a tad bit, face buried into the bedsheets as his stomach faced the bed, unable to look at you.

“You’re doing so good,” you whispered, your hands at his hips leading to his ass. You softly rubbed the flesh, squishing it in your hands and molding it to expose his needy little hole. He only mumbled something against the white silken sheets, muffled.

You drew your fingers up to your mouth, sucking on them to leave them slick and wet. Tender as you rubbed them against his hole, you slipped them in, slowly pumping in just to stretch him out. Under you, he began to clench the sheets, whimpering something and calling out your name.

Your harness was already tied around your hips and ass, ready as you positioned yourself over him, doggy style.

He jolted when even just the tip touched his tight little hole. You could see his hands shaking, face buried deeper into the mattress. You gently put a hand over his shaking one, pressing a kiss on the back of his neck. “Do you remember that Haiku you wrote me the other day?” You asked him, hoping to distract him for just a moment.

“Y-yeah…” he mumbled back, and you slowly slid the strap on farther down his ass. You felt him shiver against you, thighs trembling at the unknown feeling.

Stretching him out farther, he moaned when you got halfway through. “Mhm, me too.” Your thumb gently stroked the backside of his hand as he quivered beneath you. “It went something like this I think…” You slowly slid the strap on father down. “Sun and moon rejoice…”

He gasped, whining as you eventually did manage to shove it down his ass. His tight hole clenched at the unknown feeling, pleasurable waves rolling back at him.

“Birds of dawn sing songs anew,” you continued, beginning to thrust in and out at a gentle pace. You wished you could see the expressions he was making, the flushed look or the pleasurable one. You could imagine his eyes rolled back as he moaned into your thrusts.

You sped up.

He now tried to meet his ass along with your thrusts, trying to reach deeper and deeper until this unknown knot building up inside him would untie itself. It was uncomfortable, but it felt so good at the same time. Your words sent shivers down his spine.

“Far from home,” you stated at last. “With you.”

Kazuha hummed, clenching his bottom lip to swallow down the moans and whines. “You remembered,” was all he managed to mumble. Half pleasured, half in awe.

“Of course I did.”

Somehow, that made it all the more intimate, and Kazuha wished he could completely give himself to you. He loved you with all his heart, especially with how you made him feel so warm. So full, so happy.

You thrust faster, hands slowly drifting back to his hips so you could thrust his ass into the strap on. You could tell he was coming close with the volume of his moans, thighs shaking and hands raking up and down the beside.

“Y/n…” he cried. “Y-Y/n-”

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Quick Tip - Kazuha can be really loud during sex, so make sure that if you’re anywhere public, or on the Crux, to somehow keep it on the quiet side- last thing you want is a grumpy Beidou. “I cOuld heAr yOu hOrny sHits all niGht.”

Venti is quite literally a bottom. Theres really not much convincing you have to do when it comes to actually getting him down on the bed and being in control. Actually, I have a feeling it would take more convincing to get him to be in control, mainly because he likes to be on the receiving end.

When it comes to Venti, despite his delicate small form, you can easily be rough with him. Degrade him and show him that compared to you, he’s nothing. All that Barbatos shit is nothing compared to you, your hand on his neck choking out all his noises and thrusting his dick into you. 

Tie him up.

Or rather, do anything you’d like to him. Venti is by no means fragile. He wants you to be rough with him, push him till he thinks he’s gonna break.

But you’re gonna have to have some hella nice aftercare prepared afterwards.

“Worship me, your god.”

“Worship you? You are nothing but my slut in bed, now get down on your knees and ‘beg.’”

Overstimulate him. Make him keep count everytime he orgasms until he can’t remember anymore. 

“How many times now…?”

“Too much… too m-much-”

Make him cry and cling onto you if you were his lifeline. Because you’re the only thing he can hold onto when you’re shoving his hips inside your pussy. You’re everything to him, he needs you.

It doesn’t take too long for Venti to actually submit himself fully to you, babbling incomprehensible words. Crying out your name, begging for you and agreeing with anything you say.

Venti can be extremely obedient.

_-_-_-_

You were enjoying the view.

Leaning back into the cushioned wooden chair, legs spread and wide as the smaller boy sat on your lap. He squirmed, hands tied in scratchy rope that kept his hands unavailable to him, leaving him bare and vulnerable to you. His chest was puffed out, nipples bright red as if begging to be sucked.

“Hurry up now,” you began, your unwavering eyes boring into his wide ones. “You were so confident before as well werent you? Telling me to worship you, Barbatos.” You just barely skimmed the skin of his back, up his neck and clenching the locks of hair. Pulling his hair back to get the full glory of his face, obedient for you. “All I see in front of me is a little slut.”

He grinds his throbbing member against you, needy while his lustful eyes peer at you through lidded lashes. “P-please…”

“Please what? Speak up.”

He fidgeted with his restrained hands, flashing a pouty look your way to see if it’d draw a reaction. It didnt. “Put my cock in your pussy,” he instead whimpered, moving his hips closer to your entrance.

You just leaned deeper against the chair, waving your hand to the side as if bored. “You want to bury your dick in my cunt? Go do it yourself then.” He glanced up, pleading eyes as he again pulled at the restraints on his arms. “Go on, I’m waiting.”

Whimpering, he tried to push his hips into you, his cock missing slightly and just pushing against your thighs. He felt so hot, the contrast of the cold air that tingled against his bare skin. His length throbbed and his chest pounded, your little touches igniting fireworks across his skin. “I ca-cant…” he sniffled, again thrusting his hips only to be meant with your thighs. 

You stayed quiet.

Your stare only made his member harder, and he was now lost in the sensation of rutting his hips into your thighs. The stimulation felt good, but not good enough to get him off. No, he wanted your pussy, your calloused hands roughly holding his hips while you drove him into you. The need drove tears to his eyes, thighs shaking with anticipation as he continued pumping feverishly against you.

“You really cant do anything without me can you?” Was your harsh reply, hand positioning his cock right in front of your entrance. Venti only mewled in response, cut off by the sharp motion of your hands on his ass thrusting into your entrance. He was now panting, head leaning against your shoulder for support as you pumped him in and out relentlessly.

“Y/n!! Its.. mm, so g-good.”

“As it should be, your dick belongs to me.”

And he just nodded, letting you take full control of the pace as he laid there and moaned. He couldn’t even manage to push his hips along with your hands to chase his release. Just submitting all sensation to you and the feeling of your walls clenching around his length.

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Quick Tip - Make him worship you, sit down on the chair and tell him to suck all your juices dry. Degrade and tell him he’s lucky to get any taste.

Zhongli is pretty open when it comes to trying new things when it comes too sex, considering that with how long he’s lived, its probably nothing new. Nevertheless, the best way to convince Zhongli to go along with whatever you’re saying is just telling him, “Let me make you feel good love.”

Zhongli won’t be fazed by what you decide to do, no matter how kinky or odd it might be, he has no doubt seen worse somewhere else.

You don’t have to worry about being gentle with him, and he won’t really be fazed if you decide to degrade him. Of course, it doesnt turn him on as much as whispering loving words in his ear does, but he wont object either.

Very obedient.

Zhongli knows what he’s getting into, and he never goes back on his word. He says he’ll do something? He will do it.

He’s the god of contracts after all-

“Ah… so tight, just for me?”

Touch his face.

Whether its having your hands around his neck, brushing your thumb over his soft cheeks, or giving him soft forehead kisses, he’ll love it. He wants to make eye contact with you during it, always. Even if you’re the one in control, he wants to have you in his sights as he moans out your name.

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You were gentle at first.

Tightening the straps on your hips, you adjusted their positioning as you climbed on the bed. The silk sheets were soft against your knees, soft on your hands as you crawled overtop of the archon. He was laying flat on his back like you’d asked, hands resting against the sheets palms up as he stared up at you. Pensive, waiting.

You went to press a kiss to his lips, one hand at the back of his neck as you bit his bottom lip. Just like you’d asked, he didnt use either one of his hands to hold you or press you tighter against him. Just melted against the rough feel of your lips against his. When you were done, you lifted yourself up to get a good look at him, satisfied with his swollen lips and breathless gasps. You held your fingers to his mouth.

“Suck.”

He was compliant, taking your digits and swirling his tongue around in expertise. Coating them in a slick layer of wetness as you pull them out. You get more of a reaction out of him when you press your fingers against his hole, slowly sliding them in. 

“Good, just like that.”

You delved in the sight of your fingers disappearing into the clenched hole of his ass. Sucking them in greedily and making a ‘pop’ when you pulled them out. 

Taking a deep breath in, he hums into the sensation of your fingers slowly filling his ass. He isn’t impatient, instead letting you take slow torturous thrusts of your fingers in and out without complaint.

It all changes when you pull them out and align the tip of the silicon strap on to his hole.

Because you were being nice earlier, coaxing him with your gentle touches and peppering him with kisses. You knew he expected you to be kind, to handle him with care with each thrust. To say that you loved him and him to say the same.

Nothing wrong with surprises.

It must’ve been a nice surprise by the looks of it, because when you fully sheathed the strap on into his ass in one stroke, his back arched, a moan escaping his lips as he now clenched the sheets. Eyes wide and mouth wide and panting, you thrust in and out without mercy, watching the strap on disappear deeply into his ass before you pulled it all out and slammed it back into him. A pattern that had his eyes rolling back and mindless sounds escaping his lips.

Your hands, gripping both sides of his thighs, propped them up on either of your shoulder. Zhongli through his dazed eyes managed to give you one confused look before you pumped the strap on right back, and the angle had him crying out your name feverishly as he curled his toes. His walls clenched tightly around the silicon, the strap on reaching so far in his ass that all he could do was moan and cry for more.

“So pretty,” you commented, another hand stroking his hard neglected member. “Just for me.”

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Quick Tip - For someone new or someone who hasnt actually dominated anyone in bed before, Zhongli is a perfect first option. Will provide no judgement at all, and might actually help you out if you get nervous.

Dainsleif prefers to be in control, to have full superiority when fucking you. He doesn’t see any reason for you to suddenly act like the boss, after all he respects you and would never do anything to hurt you. However, if you give him a reason to force him into submission, he’ll put up a fight, but will eventually sink down for you.

Tease him.

Dominating Dainsleif is a one time thing, which means you have to take advantage of it with all you can. Drink in all of his expressions because believe me when I say you wont see them anywhere else.

Tell him this is ‘punishment.’

When he asks what he did, don’t answer. Just grab the hems of his jacket and throw him on the bed. Strip him bare and tell him that you could list all the things he did, but you want him to think about it instead.

And he does.

He’s always the one coming home to tell you he needs a good little fuck after work. And then you’re laying on the bed while he takes out his frustrations, and you know he doesnt mean to hurt you but-

“Say it again.”

“I’m… I’m s-sorry Y/n. Please do-dont touch… mm, don’t touch m-me there- ah!!!”

“Again.”

So you do the same with him, and he lays there and takes it like a good boy. Because he deserves the punishment, at least you’ve told him that much.

Degrade him.

Overstimulate him and don’t let him orgasm, keep edging him on like Kaeya and don't allow him to have even an ounce of the release he’s craving for. After all, this is punishment, you arent giving him any rewards.

Stroke him and bring him to his orgasm, only to pull away. 

And while you edge him, whisper dirty little things in his ear. Of what you would’ve done if he wasn't being punished, how you wouldve made him feel so good. Till he was crying your name nonstop, till he couldn't walk the next morning.

Oof, better luck next time Dainsleif.

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His hips bucked feverishly against your hand, the slick juices covering his dick making a squelching noise every time your palm slid up and down his length.

Dainsleif was panting, hands tied behind his back and knees tied to the bedposts as he laid there in all his vulnerability, His legs were spread wide and exposed, wet with precum just for you. 

“Y/n… please…”

You weren't sure how many times you’d heard that sentence tonight, certainly too many. And even if it was his nth time that he’d reached his climax and you didn't let him orgasm, it didn't matter. This was punishment, he wasn't supposed to like it, he was supposed to lay there and take it.

“Shut up you slut, if I want to let your pathetic little cock cum, I’ll let you.” Your thumb rubbed the tip, eliciting a gasp from him. “And if I don’t, you’ll just have to put your big boy pants on and deal with it.”

You lowered your head till your face was in line with his growing erection. As if he could sense your plans, he twitched in your grip, groaning in want, in ‘need.’ Slowly, you pressed a kiss to the tip, letting him know exactly what you planned to do.

He squeaked out in shock, or rather, as high of a squeak as he could manage. His voice was still rather deep afterall.

“If I wasnt punishing you… maybe this wouldve been my pussy instead.”

But you didn’t stop, opening up your lips to slowly suck the head of his dick. Your other two hands strokes his sides, groping and feeling around his hard length.

“If you d-do it like that… I’ll… I’ll…”

Your mouth widened to swallow more of his dick, tongue swirling around the tip as you sunk deeper into his hips. He squirmed, legs trying to thrash around but held by the restraints on his knees. Moans and whispers escaped his lips as he tried to move his arms to no avail. He was coming close, he could feel the sensation grow from the pit of his stomach, member tingling and warm as you sucked him in.

He was so close… almost there… just a little more and-

You pulled away.

Licking your lips, your hand wiped away any stray liquid on your face. 

“If I wasnt punishing you,” you began mockingly. “Maybe I would’ve let you cum.”

And Dainsleif was left to simply hit his head against the sheets, a groan of frustration escaping his lips as his throbbing member pulsed with need. 

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Quick Tip - Blindfold him. He won’t know when or what you plan to do, and that makes it all the more arousing.

Scaramouche would never in hell allow you to top him, or anyone else for that matter. He is always in control, he is always thrusting into you as you sob for him, beg for him. Until he’s not. With Scaramouche, its simpler than you think, but it does involve the fact that you need to be strong. Physically, because Scaramouche without his hat and vision is basically useless :’)

Make him earn it.

Stay away from the short boy for a long time, tease him when you see him, and deny him any release when he wants to fuck you. He came back home from a tough day at work and wants to fuck you silly? You’re not there. He feels horny one night and tries to find you? Make yourself disappear.

He’ll grow needy.

And here ladies and gentleman, is where you strike. Because poor little Scaramouche needs you so much that he might even be willing to bow down and follow any of your commands so long as he gets a release.

And you better damn well take advantage of that.

Make him go on his two very own knees, make him ‘earn it.’ Earn the right to have you pleasure him.

“Lick my juices until thats the only thing you can taste, the only thing you’ll want to taste.”

“Yes… maam…”

“Louder.”

“Yes maam.”

“I said louder you whore.”

Degrade him, make him feel like nothing compared to you. Because just for this once, this moment, you can. 

Convince him that he is nothing without you, that he needs you to survive.

And then after that, grab his hips and thrust his dick into you. Until he lost count of how many times he’s came. Till he’s hanging onto his consciousness by a thread and is fucked silly by you.

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“Fucking slut.”

You leaned into the chair, watching as Scaramouche thrust into you again and again with the help of your two hands on his hips. Eyes dazed and clouded, he could no longer focus on the details. He didn’t notice how you degraded him, how it was basically you that guided his cock in and out of your pussy. 

But he was gone, far too gone. Sensations around his body sent him on a rollercoaster, and his dick felt numb, the slightest tingle of heat climbing up his chest. He felt good, that was all that mattered in him dumbed up state.

Your hand came to caress the skin of cheek, a sickening laugh erupting from your lips as you focused on the way he stared at you. “I fucked you dumb didnt I?” You cooed, never stopping the motion of your other hand guiding him in and out of your pussy. “Fucked you so good that you cant even talk.”

He just hummed in response, lips breaking off into a moan.

“Good,” you whispered to him, pulling his head closer to rest against your shoulder. “Such a good boy for me.”

And then your hands were on his neck, squeezing slightly to alter the pitch of his moans as you lead his face down to yours. Till you pressed a kiss to his gentle lips, a once in a lifetime opportunity where you could take control of the kiss, of him. Licking his bottom lip and sliding your tongue in to rub against his. Lips parting to kiss, his dumbed out whimpers a musical melody in tune with the pace of your hands dragging his dick in and out of your overstimulated cunt. 

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Quick Tip - Uhm…? Run? Similarly to Childe, Scaramouche aint gonna react positively in the morning. Might discard your body for seeing him in that state. Jeez… what's up with the harbingers….

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On a side note… after writing this, I kinda feel like I’ve discovered I have a choking kink… ;-;

[macnevercries]

You're Mine

Warnings- stalker/yandere tendencies, somnophilia, fingering, male masturbation, penetration, dubcon/noncon, squirting, breeding kink, etc

WC- ~1.7k

This is for @ultimate-astridwriting ‘s  Watch It Creep collab!! (thank you for letting me participate ily)

Dabi had never been one for shopping, going out in public just to have people gawk and point at him was never very appealing. He didn’t need new clothes, there was no one he wanted to impress. Except you. When you went shopping, he couldn't help but love it.

Your constant late night trips became his favorite time of the week. Every time you get new clothes you would blast your music and try on all different outfits with the new pieces you had just bought. Dancing and singing in the mirror, feeling yourself up. Watching you strip and pull clothes snug over your curves over and over never failed to get his dick hard.

On goes a pink tank top and low rise skinny jeans. You take off your bra and brush your nipples over the shirt, looking in the mirror to see them peek through the thin fabric covering your chest. Off goes that outfit, your flawless tits on display, perked by the touch of your own hands. You bend over to pick up a dress to try on, the black thong you wear riding up your ass and giving Dabi an ideal view.

He has a chair pulled up right in front of his window, the perfect view down to your apartment, directly across and down one floor from his. The buildings in your area are packed tight, no more than 10 or 20 feet between the both of you. He takes a seat, spreading his legs and unbuttoning his jeans as he hears your music blast even louder through the thin walls and small expanse of grass that separates your buildings.

He wishes he had a teleportation quirk, that he could hold you in his arms instead of desperately attaching himself to your vulnerable moments. So innocent, you never pull your blinds closed. He often wonders how an angel like you could exist so close to him, in his neighborhood, in his world.

His cock slaps against his stomach, coming to life when he glances up, seeing you peeling off a tight dress. If only it were his hands, his everything pressed up against you, guiding you in your dance while you grind back onto him, hips rolling against his. His rough and scarred hands pump up and down his cock, spreading the minimal precum, the pain of the dry tug spurring him on.

When he glances up from his lap you're putting your pajamas back on, leaving your room to go get ready for bed. Not to worry, he has more material to get off to. His eyes search his room, looking over the various photographs of you hanging on his walls. He’s taken many over time, mostly just normal pictures of you in your apartment or around the neighborhood. But even the most average photos of you entranced him. How could they not, you were just so beautiful.

His eyes run over the photo taped to his wall on the right. He has it placed right next to his window so he can see it when you walk into a different room in the middle of your “session”. The photo depicts you licking dripping ice cream off of your glowing skin on a hot day. Your face is a mix of innocent and erotic, your arms squished together slightly, pushing your breasts up through your low cut shirt. To Dabi this photo is not only perfect because it was captured at the right moment, it’s perfect because it's you.

He tugs harder at his cock, spitting on it roughly and imagining you on your knees for him. How you would wrap your hand around it, cup his balls, swirl your tongue on the tip paying special attention to his piercings all while keeping your eyes glued on him. How he would grab a fistful of your hair and shove your nose to his hips, feeling the contractions of your gagging throat hugging him just right. He’s panting in seconds, making eye contact with the photo one more time before spilling into his hand. He gives a few more pumps, milking himself. He leans over to his desk, wiping his hand off on the matted washcloth that lies there just for this, the one that hasn't been washed in weeks.

When he stands, he sees you walk back into your room with only a small towel wrapped around your body and a face mask, relaxingly flopping onto your bed with your phone. The sight is almost enough to get him going again but he restrains himself, after all he would see you later tonight.

--

Your door creaks, swinging open into your dark apartment. Dabi gets his lock picker from the door handle and shoves it in the pocket of his pants. He slips silently into your living room, he never stumbles, he knows your apartment like the back of his hand. How could he not when you're so obviously begging for him to come over? He has to listen to his baby’s needs.

Your room is down the hallway to the left, right across the bathroom and 14.6ft from your couch. Your room’s door is open, like always. He sits on the edge of your bed, the dip of his weight on the mattress making you roll slightly towards him. He reaches for your face, your skin so soft against his burnt hand. You stir slightly when he tucks your hair behind your ear and wipes the drool from your lip, but he knows you won't wake up, you never do.

Your blankets only cover one of your legs, you must have been too hot. But this is better for both of you because it gives Dabi a nice view of your night attire. Your legs bare, all the way up to your hips. Your unblemished skin begging to be marked by him. You always wear an oversized t-shirt, probably stolen from one of your many ex boyfriends. And only some nights do you wear panties. Dabi counts his luck as he slowly moves your sheets off of you, his breath taken away when he realizes tonight you aren't wearing any.

Your pussy glistens in the moonlight that filters in through your open window, you could never be bothered to buy curtains. Dabi can't resist the need to touch it, to touch you, to claim you. You were his, you just didn't know it yet.

His slender fingers slide through your folds, slightly pinching your clit to watch your pretty little hole twitch and clench at his touch. He slips one finger inside of you, it goes in easily with all of the slick that's gathered and begun to drip down to your thighs. You let out a small mewl when his finger curves to your g-spot, and he adds another for good measure. You never wake up though, you've always been a heavy sleeper.

But he needs you now, he wants you awake. So he kisses you gently, his mouth molding against yours with a softness he didn't know he was capable of. But soon need and lust take over. His soft kisses turn rough, teeth clashing and blood being drawn from your lip. You begin to wake up, he's causing too much commotion for you to stay asleep.

Your eyes blink open to meet his bright blue ones, panic beginning to set in your mind. You take a deep breath, preparing to scream for help but his hand is covering your mouth in an instant before you can even open it. He leans down to whisper in your ear with a gravelly tone.

“If you scream or make any noise, I’ll make sure you can never talk again”

His hand heats up just enough for you to know he’s not bluffing. All throughout his threats, his fingers never stop thrusting into you. Your tired mind is conflicted between fear and lust, you don't know which one to give in to. Your eyes widen and you nod, choosing to comply with him.

You let out a small moan, bucking your hips back against his hand. This causes the nastiest grin to spread across his face, his evil intent sparkling in his eyes.

“You're gonna be a good girl for me, yeah?”

You nod feverishly, your brain not thinking straight. Dabi lets out a low groan at your eagerness, palming himself through his jeans. He begins to unzip them, undressing both himself and you until your bare skin presses against his. The piercings on his cock sting your skin, so cold against your sex.

He kisses your neck, down to your chest and across your torso. “I'm gonna make you feel so good”

He aligns his cock with you, shoving in his entire length in one go. The wind gets knocked out of you, you're breathless as he begins to fuck you at an ungodly pace, never waiting for you to adjust. He murmurs sweet nothings into your ears, kissing you sweetly as if you were in love. Tears begin to fall down your cheek but he licks them away, he knows you want him.

He fucks you harder, curling his hips into yours. The piercings lining his cock drag against your walls so nicely, the previously cold metal beginning to warm up from your shared heat.

“I bet you like that, don't you slut? Prancing around in front of your window every day for me to see. You know what you do to me. Thats why we are where we are right now; me fucking your tight hole and you taking it like the good little bitch you are.”

You moan at his words, his cock bruising your cervix so nicely. His hand reaches down to your clit, rubbing fast and hard circles against your sensitive nub. Your entire body shakes, clear liquid squirting out of you all over him. You grip him like a vice, milking him with your orgasm. He moans loudly, spilling thick white ropes and fucking them into your womb.

“Yeah, you fucking take it, youre mine”

He slows down after a minute, pulling out only to shove his fingers back into your abused hole, keeping his cum safe inside of you.

“You better hold that, I’ll be back”

[bump1nthen1ght]

Sex on the Rocks (Merman x Reader)

Pairing: Male!Reader/Merman

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Established Relationship

Warnings: 18+ content under the cut!, Size Kink, Breeding Kink

Word Count: 2578 words

Summary: You and your boyfriend discover some new things about yourselves.

Request: May I request a Merman x Male Reader? With a size kink, and breeding kink if you're open to that. Thank you! ❤️

“Can you see it?”

“Nope! This rock’s a bit too slippery-” An unflattering yelp leaves you as your hand loses its grip on the stone, your wet feet lacking any grip as you slide off the boulder and back into the cold ocean water. Your head goes under for only a second before Juno grabs you by the armpits, yanking you back up.

You sputter and cough, collapsing back onto Juno’s chest as you shake water out of your hair. Juno cranes his neck forward, barely hiding a laugh.

“You good?”

“Y-yeah, just...lost my grip for a second.” You shrug off Juno’s hands. He quirks an eyebrow up, like he doesn’t believe you, and you roll your eyes. “The water’s like, five feet deep, I’ll survive.”

“I don’t know.” Juno teases, playing with your messy hair, “I know you humans aren’t the best at swimming. But don’t worry,” Juno throws his large arm around your shoulder, “I can be your Orca in shining armor.” Juno winks, a strand of his long, black hair falling over his shoulder. He looks like he belongs on a romance novel cover.

You push yourself off of  Juno’s chest, giving him a playful slap.“Okay, Romeo, whatever you say. But we should find a place to chill out if we want to catch the sunset.”

Juno laughs, pushing his hair out of his face before he nods.

The two of you usually come to this cove on your date nights, finding a nice spot on the beach to laze around and talk before watching the sun descend together. But some teenagers had decided to throw a huge bonfire this very night and the beach was way too crowded for any alone time. Juno’s idea had been to swim farther out into the sea and chill on some rocks, but so far none had been both comfortable and able to view the horizon.

The two of you look around, trying to find a rock safe enough for you to climb, before Juno hums.

“I got an idea.”

You barely have time to get out a ‘What” before Juno’s arms are wrapping around your knees and hoisting you up into the air, your hands scrambling to find purchase in his hair  as your legs wrap around his chest. Juno shows no sign of exertion as he presses up even higher, shifting his forearm to support your thighs and pointing you towards the sea. “How about that? Can you see it now?”

The wheeze that leaves you is a terrible impersonation of a ‘yes’, your face locked onto the ocean  as you feel your chest begin to burn with embarrassment.

Your ankles dig into Juno’s shoulder muscles, barely wrapping around his large torso as  his tree-trunk arms carry you like a bag of flour.

You knew Juno was strong; He’s a goddamn Killer Whale Merman with an upper body the size of a small table, of course he’s strong.

But wow, did the way he easily throw you around turn you on way more than you thought it would.

You nod your head, taking a deep breath as you try and focus on other things, not about  rock hard your boyfriend just got you.

Unfortunately for you, the position you're in has your crotch pressed right up against Juno’s chest, in between his strong pectoral muscles.

Juno’s eyes drop to your navel, clearly noticing your growing bulge. His expression doesn’t even shift;  His arms just loosen and let your body drop down, until you and him are face to face.

“Are you hard right now?”

You nod, trying to play it cool. It wasn’t as  if this was  weird, you two were dating, but  something about getting a boner from something so simple had you a little embarrassed. Like you were 13 years old again, sneaking peeks at porno magazines and Monster Manuals under your covers late at night.

“Was it because I picked you up?”

You pause, nodding slower this time as you avert your gaze. But a claw comes under your chin, tilting it towards Juno with a slow, controlled push.

Juno had always been a huge teddy bear. You wouldn’t think it, what with the rows of sharp teeth, his long claws, and the myriad of scars that decorate his back and shoulders. But he was as sweet and docile as an Orca Merman could be.

But the look in his eyes at this moment sends a shiver down your spine; They’re so intense and focussed, if you didn’t know better you would think you were about to become his next meal. He rolls his gaze up and down your body, noting how your breath catches when he moves his hand down your neck. He runs his hand downward, thumb brushing against your collarbone and his claws tickling your pulse point. He licks his lips and the smirk he gives you might be the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen.

“Oh, you like that? Then how about,” In a quick movement, he presses his body up against yours, forcing you against a nearby rock, “This?”

Water drips from his chest and onto your face as he pins one of his hands right next to your face, looking down at you with a sultry look. You suck in a harried breath as an overwhelming heat resonates in your belly. The end of his tail curls around your ankles under the water and his other hand wraps around your neck. His grip is light, but it serves as a reminder of how easily he can pin you down, how vulnerable you are in his large, very large hands.

‘Thats, uh,” You suck up the excess saliva building in your mouth, “That’s...r-really good.”

“Hmm?” Juno chuckles, playfully squeezing your neck before his hand drops down to your chest. He pushes his palm into your skin and flexes out his fingers, covering a good portion of your upper half. “You like being pinned, my little mate?”

Words have fully departed from your mind, so you just nod your head, breathless.

Juno leans down and places a gentle kiss on your jaw. It’s light and delicate, like the Juno you know, but the heat it spreads across your body is anything but.

“Naughty boy.” He whispers in your ear, before licking a stripe up your neck. You lean and curve your neck into his mouth, desperate for his affectionate kisses and nips. His teeth just barely meet your skin, enough to leave little bruises and send shocks across skin. “I can’t wait to fill you up.” Juno wraps his atoms under your thighs, yanking them around his hips and forcing you upward. Your crotch presses against his navel as he shifts you both toward a flatbed of stone. “You’ll look so good, dripping with my seed.” Juno hoists your body up onto the rock, his large hand pressing against your stomach and pushing you onto your back. You do so easily, the cold surface feeling especially icy against your flushed skin. Juno pulls himself over you, his triceps bulging as he lays his massive form on top of you. As he rests on his forearms, careful not to crush you under his weight, water drips from his soaked hair and onto your face. “My pretty boy. My beautiful, fuckable, mate.” Juno purrs, claws stroking the side of your face.

You weave your hands around his neck, pulling him down for a searing kiss. His tongue easily overwhelms yours as his large chest presses down into you. Your hands travel to his back and clench around his shoulder muscles, craving the feeling of his skin on yours. He’s so much taller than you that you barely reach his lower abdomen, but you fumble your hand downwards to his slit, eyes still clenched shut as you make out.

The hardness of his exposed shaft finds your fingers, dripping with his pre-cum and hot against your palm. You squeeze, clumsily and fervently, and Juno chuckles.

“So eager.” He pulls away, a long strand of saliva connecting you two. “Don’t worry, it’ll be deep,” Juno thrusts into your hand with a grunt, “deep inside you soon.”

With a soft pat on your cheek, Juno scoots himself down your body until his face is level with your crotch. He grabs the tent in your swim shorts, giving it a playful squeeze before grabbing the bottom of your thighs and lifting you up. You shimmy your hips to get the article of clothing off, but before it can even go past your ankles, Juno presses your lower half upwards and folds you in two.

You crane your neck forward, trying to see Juno’s next move, before the feeling of his hot tongue on your ass sends your head back against the rock. You let out a groan as Juno’s tongue begins to prod the ring of muscle, his large fingers leaving indents on your legs as he voraciously digs in.

Jun has always been quite dexterous with his long tongue; On your first date he showed off how easily he could tie a cherry stem into a knot, which had done things to your body not exactly appropriate for a first meeting. It’s also slightly ribbed at the sides, teasing your insides at just the right spots and adding an extra hint of friction as he reaches far inside you. You pant and claw at the rock below you, before finding purchase in Juno’s hair. Your climax grows steadier and steadier. It strains your shoulders and neck, but you try and peer up and look at how perfectly he eats your ass out.

Knife sharp, baby blue eyes meet yours, and it’s like a gallon of ice-water has just washed over you, goosebumps rising all over your skin as Juno sends you a wink.

You’ve never seen this playful, dominating side of him before. You can’t help but thank your improper boner for awakening it inside him. Especially when he hits that part- that part-ooooh.

Juno detaches with a pop, his tongue sliding out of your ass as he licks his lips. With one hand still firmly gripped around your thigh, he pushes himself up so you’re face to face. His long fingers splay out next to your neck, his palm easily matching the size of your head, as you give him a dazed and pleasured look.

“You ready?”

You nod, drool pooling in your mouth as your eyes wander up and down his body, your lower half seizing as he playfully squeezes your thigh. He removes it to grab his shaft, spitting into his palm as he strokes and places his tip at your entrance.

“Tell me if the stretch is too much, okay?” Juno whispers, that familiar sweetness back in his voice. You nod, but all you’re focused on is that little bit of pressure, teasing what's to come.

Juno slowly inserts himself and  he both of you throw your heads back with a groan. He worries his  bottom lip as he sinks farther and farther into you, pressing your thighs up to your chest. The harsh scrape of stone rings in your ears as his claws dig into the rock, small pebbles flying outward as he leaves long, white marks below him.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as Juno finally reaches his base, comfortably seating himself inside you with a small roll of his hips. His chuckle is stuttered, peppered with a moan as he gives another tiny thrust.

“Hm, good job, taking me all the way in. For a second I thought I might be too-” Juno humps with a little more vigor, forcing the air out of your lungs, “Big for you.”

You shake your head. “N-No. You’re just-Ah!-right.”

Juno laughs again, giving you a small peck on the cheek.

“Good.”

With that, Juno slowly amps his pace, adding more thrusts with a lot more power. His jutting  hip bones dig into your  ass cheeks as he punctuates each thrust; Grinding deliciously against your prostate before pulling out until only the tip is left. He moves the hand by your head up to your other thigh, clutching tight as he lays his weight against your lower body. Your knees have been pressed into your collarbone, the stretch a little uncomfortable for your lower back, but the shockwaves of ecstasy do everything to relieve it.

“Don’t think-” Ungh “I’ve ever been this deep in you before.” Ah “Can’t wait to f-fill you, it will be so delicious.”

Your tongue has started to fall out of your mouth as your brain grows fuzzy, your only responses being slurred “Yes” and “Uh-huh.”

“You’re going to look so good, dripping with my cum. I’ll pump you so full, my beautiful little mate.” Juno’s claws dig into your skin, leaving small, white half-moons in the meat of your thigh. “Perfect little breeder. You’ll take it all, huh? Don’t want to waste-” Juno gives a harsh thrust, “a-” and then another, “-drop.”

You nod, movement uncoordinated as  your climax begins to reach its peak. The burning in your gut feels red-hot, and you wrap your ankles around Juno’s lower bag, urging him to go deeper, hit even harder. Juno lets out a delicious moan.

“You want it? Say it, beg for my cum.”

Juno slows down his thrusts, getting tantalizing close to your deepest spot before pulling out. You whimper.

“Please, please! Give me your cum, give me it, all of it!”

Juno leans down and gives you a long, passionate kiss, before resuming his pace. Your lower half begins to  jerk as you get closer, closer, closer-”

“Ungh, cumming!” Juno roars as the two of you climax together, his dick pouring thick load after load into your ass. You can feel it seep into your skin, dripping out of your ass as Juno rides out his own orgasm with tiny humps. The shiny substance coats his navel and crotch, catching the setting sun as he finally pulls out.

Your legs scream with relief as they uncurl, relaxing your legs onto the cool stone below. Juno unfurls his claws and collapses next to you, chest heaving and his skin flushed pink. The sound of your breath and the crashing waves is all that lingers, both of you too tired to even form a thought.

A shaky claw pets the side of your face, pushing some unruly hair out of the way. You turn your neck to  the side, enjoying Juno’s content and debauched face.

“We should,” He sighs, “Do that position more often.”

All you can do is nod, leaning just close enough to give your boyfriend a bunny kiss.

“Yeah, definitely.”

As the two of you catch your breath,you notice the blend of purples and pink hues off the sky above. You crane your neck upward a tiny bit and catch the slightest bit  of yellow, hinting a trail to the sunset, still out of your view.

You cuddle up to Juno’s chest, resting your head on his pecks, and point upwards.

“Do you see the colors?”

“Yeah,” Juno whispers, a claw playing with your hair, “It’s beautiful.”

The sun falls far away, the night sky darkening into a pitch black, with few spots free of light pollution. The wind brings a chill and you know the swim back is going to be a bitch on your muscles.

But in the arms of your boyfriend, everything feels perfect.

[dourpeep]

Howdy! Could I request a soft!dom!kazuha x sub!male!reader? I’ve noticed how little content there was for kazuha, especially the male readers. It could be a series of headcannons, a oneshot, Drabble— whatever you feel more comfortable with! :) I suppose thats all I need to complete the request?

And thus, the long awaited reply! My apologies for the long wait, dearest anon, but it's appropriate, in a way, to finish this the day that Kazuha's debuting!

I ended up writing a full-on fic because the woeful lack of Kazuha fics and even bigger lack of Kazuha x amab!Reader. And we can't have that, now can we? So without further ado, I hope you enjoy! :DD

Hold Me Tighter

Summary: A sweet, intimate night spent in the arms of the one you love.

Contains: ((NSFW 18+)) Kazuha x amab!Reader, soft dom!Kazuha, sub!Reader, grinding, frottage, rimming, sweet & romantic

In the moonlight, you’re draped in the soft silence wearing a thin robe, watching the clouds make their journey across the endless dark of the sky.

Up here, standing on the balcony with the view of the city spread out like a million stars, you can breathe.

It’s nice. But not quite as nice as the familiar warmth of the hand that slips within yours and the lips that press so sweetly to your cheek. Kazuha settles behind you, wrapping his arms securely around you and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Good evening, something on your mind?”

You lean to the kiss, then turning to rub your nose against his. This little home of yours feels warmer when he’s around.

“Not in particular...” Another kiss finds itself on your jaw just below your ear and he hums in satisfaction. “What are you doing, Kazu?”

“Am I not allowed to kiss you?”

His lips brush down to your neck, and you tilt your head to give him better access. They trail over your pulse and stop at your shoulder. Shifting, Kazuha reaches to gently move your robe to reveal more of your skin.

Then he stops.

The question of why dies on the tip of your tongue when he drapes your robe back in place, instead replaced by curious confusion.

“You should come back inside, this—” He mumbles, tugging at the thin, silky material of your robe. “Will make you catch a cold out here. The air tonight is brisk.”

So you follow him inside the warmth of your home, humoring his worry.

With you in the safety of his arms now, Kazuha hums with a satisfied smile. You lean back to rest against his chest, your hand sliding up to rest on top of one of his.

Breathing in deep, he noses at your hair, mumbling about the subtle smell of your shampoo. He was right, it’s much nicer to relax inside where the cool breeze doesn’t nip at your skin. Instead, the chill is replaced with the gentle heat radiating off of your lover and a comfortable ambiance.

But the soft silence only lasts so long with the telltale feel of fingers playing with the ties of your robe, a warm puff of breath brushing against the exposed skin of your neck. They leave and trail up to trace over your collarbone and the fabric partly covering it.

Throat bobbing, you relax as his other hand slides from under yours to guide the fabric away from your shoulder.

Before he can drag his lips along the newly exposed skin, you wiggle from his arms, taking his hand in yours and guiding him to the bedroom.

Clothing quickly finds its place in a pile on the floor, leaving no room between the two of you as you lay on your back.

Tender, Kazuha leans down over you, cock pressing to your thigh and lips melding against yours. You gasp into his mouth and buck your hips when his start to roll slowly against yours, grinding down on your own aching member.

With each bump of hips, you moan, tilting your head back.

“Kazuha…”

Dragging his lips over down to the fluttering pulse beneath the surface of your neck, he breathes you in, smiling against your skin. You’re warm, pleasantly so against the length of his body, and the hand that’s settled on your hip slides down to cup your ass and give it a squeeze. Languid, he pulls your hips up against the rhythm of his thrusts.

Every slide of his skin against yours feeds the growing desire but soon his hips stop and your brows furrow at the loss of friction.

Watching as he pulls away, sitting up, your eyes drift between you. Oh, you whisper, seeing the shine of precum spread over your cock and his, how it’s messily leaking over your stomach.

Your cheeks flare and he chuckles, removing himself from between your legs. “No need to be embarrassed. Can you turn around for me?”

Nodding, you shift, pressing your chest to the soft surface of the bed with your arms tucked beneath the pillow under your head. Immediately, his hands are back on you, rubbing up your thighs and massaging your ass. They waste no time in exploring the expanses of skin with teasing brushes and squeezes.

When he lowers himself down onto the bed, his lips meet the round of your ass with a kiss. His hands slide to cup each side.

Holding the soft flesh in his hands, he spreads them, leaning down to trail his lips from where his thumb settles besides your puckered hole. He swipes the pad over it, marveling over the shaky sigh the sensation draws.

He licks his lips and locks eyes with you, chuckling when you advert them and press your face against your arms.

Kazuha’s tongue traces along the sensitive seam beneath your shaft, hot breath puffing against heated skin. He can’t help the way that his lips knowingly curl up when your cock jumps at the feeling.

“Ngh..”

As he laps at the sensitive skin, he blows cool air gently only to place warm lips back. The shift in sensation draws a moan from your lips, though muffled by the pillow, then a gasp. A bite to your thigh trails back up to tease just beside your hole, waiting for a whine to slip before his tongue circles around it. Tensing, you arch your back to press closer to him.

“Patience, dove.”

But as soon as he says that he plunges his tongue into you, groaning at the way you breathe his name.

He works his tongue, thrusting it into you before pulling it away to swirl around your entrance. Eyes closed, he presses another kiss to one of your cheeks.

When Kazuha finally pulls away, a thin thread of saliva left between his tongue and you, he slides his hands from your ass up your back, leaning over you.

“Left drawer?” A few moments are spent missing the feel of him.

The cap of the bottle opens with a sudden pop.

“It’s a little cold, okay?”

You jump at the feel of the cold gel pressing to your hole, and he quickly apologizes. But the temperature is fleeting and soon warms as he circles his fingers around.

“I’ll just use one first.”

Gingerly, he squeezes out a bit more lube before his touch returns to you. His fingers aren’t particularly large, so the first slides in with some ease. It pushes in, to the first knuckle, waiting for you to relax before continuing. When you let out a breathy moan, he pushes it in all the way.

The way you squeeze around the single digit makes his head spin.

“You think you can take another already or should I relax you more?”

So aroused, you urge him to continue.

A second slick finger prods and pushes into you, his hand twisting so his palm is facing up. Already you’re tempted to move your hips, to take them in further. He starts pumping his fingers in you, spreading them to drag along your walls and coax you to relax. Each movement draws a sigh from your lungs and your eyes flutter closed.

“Feels nice…”

But he clicks his tongue, teasing. “Just nice?”

The aimless stretching turns into the slow, careful drag in and out, fingers curving to press just a bit more against your walls. Another crook and—

Oh! Judging by the way your laugh hitches and your hips tilt back, he tries to brush against that spot again. And again, and again, until you’re effectively fucking yourself on his fingers.

“Getting close? I want you to tell me, use your words.”

“Ye—yes- Kazuh—hahh-“

The knot in your stomach tightens and breaks as you tumble over your peak, cock messily leaking white onto the sheets below, and your body trembles at the intensity of your orgasm. A third finger presses in and massages you through the haze of pleasure, making you whine.

Just the three make you feel so full.

“Feels good now, hm?”

But the smug tone hardly registers when you’re so focused on the added pressure pressing into your ass. He continues fucking you with his fingers, prolonging your pleasure, only slowing to a stop when you sob his name and tears prick at the corners of your eyes.

A shaky breath of relief accompanies the withdrawal of fingers.

Wiping his hand on his thigh, he settles besides you, kissing your shoulder and gently nuzzling his cheek against you.

“Was that too much…?”

You shake your head, still dizzy from your high. He shifts again, hardness pressed against you. But he makes no move to continue, instead smoothing his hand over your back in soothing motions. A few moments pass where he peppers you in gentle affection while you catch back up.

When you find the strength, you pull your knees up. Burying your face in the pillow, you mutter an okay.

“Relax for me…” He murmurs against your skin, kisses pressed along your spine to help calm you. “I’ll go slow.”

Guiding the tip of his cock along the cleft of your ass, Kazuha takes his time to swipe it along your taint. His heart pounds in his chest, urging him to hurry and feel you around his cock, and he’s sure that yours does the same. But he continues, deliberate, sliding back up your ass and back down. You press your face into the pillow to muffle a frustrated moan and he chuckles.

“Too slow?” You shake your head accompanied with the short chirp of a ‘no’.

When he finally presses against your ass, you’re relaxed and ready. With a murmur of your name, tender and sweet, he waits, letting you prepare. Lips on your shoulder, he carefully tilts his hips closer to yours.

And archons, the feel of him finally pushing past that first ring of muscle…

Kazuha watches the way you react, ruby eyes flickering over your back and thighs for any sign of discomfort. A sigh of relief puffs from his lips when you don’t tense up hard. Good.

“Keep going—”

Impatient tonight, then? But instead of laughing, since his own patience is being tested by the ache of his own desire, he hums and lowers his body to brush against yours.

Just a bit more and—

The sound that leaves your lips sends a rush of heat straight through his body.

“Mmnh!”

Ah, so he did find the right angle.

Focusing on shallow thrusts, he cants his hips back to hit that spot, each stroke slow. Every movement makes your head grow fuzzy and hips try and press back against his for more.

Drinking in your moans, Kazuha rubs and squeezes at your hip, murmuring sweet words of praise in your ear. You’re doing so well, taking him so well—

But right before the white-hot feeling of your pleasure spills over, he instead bottoms out in a fluid motion.

Frustration is quickly overridden by the realization of his hips pressed flush to your ass and his warm forehead between your shoulders. With the suddenness of your tight heat squeezing around him there’s only so much that he can do to will himself to calm down.

Blindly, one of his hands reaches for yours to intertwine fingers.

The cool of the air around you makes you so much more aware of the way heavy panting draws puffs of warmth against your skin, his lips just barely hovering over your flushed skin.

One second turns to five before his hips shift and start a slow pace and you melt against the sheets when he rolls his hips deeper, hips flush to hips.

Each thrust is so deliciously slow, his cock dragging against your walls and pressing up against that spot with every push back in.

Breath ghosts over your pulse as he rocks into you, pulling out and pushing back in entirely. Though the slight twinge of friction makes your breath hitch, the pleasure that washes over you quickly quells any discomfort. The feel of him going so deep with every movement leaves you gasping.

Slow, deep, he takes his time. Kazuha’s lips press to the back of your neck, blowing gently into your ear.

“Love you—”

As he murmurs, his hands travel along the length of your body, reaching to rub at your chest, at your thigh. His voice soft, he whispers these words like a prayer, over and over again as if their truth would only grow with each utter.

With the feel of you so tight around him, he can’t help but quicken his thrust, the slide of slick lube and your moans like music encouraging him. Your still intertwined hands press into the soft sheets of the bed, shifting with every meeting of his hips to yours.

He hits the spot again and you can’t help the plea that slips from you. “Touch me please-“

So he does, the hand on your hip sliding to meet your cock, teasing at your sensitive tip leaking precum and then up its length to wrap around your shaft. Every thrust makes it slip between his loose grip. Each thrust coaxing that familiar pressure to build within you.

You angle your hips more, closer to his. Though his hand leaves yours to grip your waist, he peppers kisses along your shoulders and whispers soft praise. So good, always so good for him.

The next brush against that spot makes you see stars and you’re left with shaking legs. When Kazuha pulls out of you, hissing at the way you clench around him in desperate attempt to make him thrust back in, the hand stroking you leaves.

“Wait—I’m so-“

He presses his cock between your spread legs, tip teasing against your shaft. He guides you to press your thighs together. Chest flush against yours, he thrusts quicker, gripping both of your cocks and stroking to the pace of his hips.

His moans pick up, raspy with need. So close—

Movements quickly become sloppy and his hand squeezes around both shafts to draw another moan from him and a gasp from you, edging closer and closer. The tension builds fast.

With a final slam of his hips against yours, pushing his cock between your soft thighs, he cries out your name and comes undone with warm white painting his hand and the sheets below you. Though sensitive, he weakly thrusts and continues to slide his hand along your shaft until you too feel the pressure in your belly snap and your spend mingles with his.

You let yourself collapse on the bed with limbs pleasantly numb, bringing a startled Kazuha along with you.

Ignoring the way your cum puddles beneath you, you laugh even though you’re already breathing hard as is. He rolls off from on top of you.

“Bath?”

While you try to catch your breath, your lover takes the hand closes to him in his, bringing it up to his lips to kiss your knuckles. It brings heat to your cheeks.

“Yes please.”

So after a few blissful moments spent just laying besides each other, you’re settled in the bath with Kazuha beside you. The hot water burns pleasantly against your skin.

Dragging a soft towel up along your arm he gently wipes, every movement slow and steady. The suds the cloth leaves smell sweet, light. When he finishes wiping the sweat and grime from you, his lips press to your temple.

“Want me to wash your hair?” A hum of approval from you is all he needs to hear before he carefully cups some of the water to pour over your head. “Close your eyes—”

It flows, wetting your hair and flowing over your features in little rivulets.

The pop of a cap follows as soon as he’s satisfied with his work.

As soon as his hands find their way into your hair, fingertips massaging your scalp, you can’t help but lean further into his touch. Kazuha chuckles, the sound pleasant in the way it reverberates in the room. He’s always so attentive, so soft.

Sighing, you smile, basking in the afterglow and comfort that he provides, morning still far ahead.

[missluckycharms]

Could you do a smut at anne's house(harry's mum's house)????

Three Taps.

Summary: in which Y/N has to sneak into Harrys house at night to be alone with him and Harry loves hot chocolate with pink marshmallows.

A/N: this is a high school Harry x Y/N fic, both are eighteen in this, just keep that in mind as they are in high school but they’re of age.

Masterlist.

Warnings: Dom!Harry, oral sex, praise kink, size kink, gagging, dirty talk, Harry tends to be a sarcastic asshole even when they’re doing the devils tango.

Word count: 3.4K

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Three taps.

Thats what Harry told Y/N to do, tap three times on his bedroom window and he’d let her in. It’s been their code every few nights when she would sneak over to his house, or he would sneak into hers. Sure, they’re both eighteen, but as all parents say “my house, my rules” so they have to abide by that, kind of.

The pair have only been dating for a little over six months now, both of them graduating soon and moving away for college, but they’ll work around that when the time comes, for now, they have have to work around how Harry can fuck his girlfriend just the way they like, without his Mum waking up and finding them both in bed together, that wouldn’t be a pretty picture Harry thinks.

He’s on red alert, Y/N texting him nearly ten minutes ago saying she successfully snuck out and is now on her way over, the walk to his house is usually fifteen minutes, but she doesn’t mind, she’ll do anything to spend time with Harry — the same Harry who would fold someone up like a pretzel and shove them in a locker if they called him a name, but if Y/N did it, she would get a small smirk and a wink, knowing exactly what hers and only hers punishment was for that.

Harry is a complicated person, to his friends he’s nice - ish, to strangers he looks cold and like he would use you as his skateboard face down on the tarmac if you looked at him wrong, sure he would do that — but he’s not like that under all his rough exterior, he has a warm heart and loves squishy cuddles, and he also loves marshmallows in his hot chocolate, but only Y/N sees that side of him — he only allows her and his Mum to see that side of him. It took him a long time to actually soften up to her, the girl being persistent that she knew what he was really like, he’d shrug and laugh it off saying she was crazy, but when him and his Mum got into an argument and he showed up to Y/N’s house at nearly two in the morning, soaking from the rain and his cheeks tear stained — she knew he finally let down all his walls, he needed her and she gave him what he needed in that time, a hug and a mug of hot chocolate with pink only pink! Marshmallows.

Ever since he opened up to her that night, sipped on her heavenly made hot chocolate, he knew that he could always be safe with her, he would always know that she’s there when he needs her most and visa versa. They’re deemed the “odd couple” in school due to Harry being so cold and Y/N being the slightly quiet and lovable girl who would rather hug someone to death than shove them in a locker and leave them there, but somehow their differences only draw them together and make them one of the best couples there is, they balance one another out — Harry brings out Y/N’s crazy and adventurous side while Y/N brings out Harrys soft and calm side, opposites attract, and they’re living proof of it happening.

He jumps when the small three taps are heard at his window, his body immediately kneeling up and pulling across his curtains, looking down at her stood in his front garden with a hand full of small pebbles from his Mums flower garden (she always returns them) she’s smiling up at him, his own body on his bed right next to his window as he peers down at her, clad in his red baggy hoodie and her black leggings, her hair poking out from the hood of the hoodie as she waits for him to open the window.

“Ladder is by the gate baby” he whispers loudly down to her, she barely hears as she nods, making her way towards the back gate leading to their garden. She grabs it, making sure to not fall or it will wake his Mum up. Harry is practically hanging out the window when she rests the ladder against the wall, looking up at him as she wipes her forehead ridding the sweat.

“Sometimes, I think you only do this so I’ll get off my ass and actually work out” she grumbles falling in through his window and onto his bed, his laugh low as he pulls her jelly like body in, her laughs coming out as pants as he rests her down onto his pillow before shutting his window quietly, his ears on high alert for any movements from his Mums room across the hall.

“You’re just a lazy bum, sometimes I think you may pass out if you walk too much” he jokes looking down at her as she rolls her eyes, pulling down the hood and freeing her hair.

“I hate you. Fuck me, is your heating on?!” She says pulling his hoodie from her body, throwing it onto the floor and leaving her in only a sports bra and leggings, Harrys eyes widening at how easily she slipped it off and laid back down with no care in the world.

“Mum likes to keep it on, apparently her toes get cold in the night no matter what time of year it is” he rolls his eyes, leaning down to hover over her, forearms on either side of her head as she bites her lip smiling up at him giddily.

“No wonder you sleep naked, feels like a furnace” she jokes as Harry hums kissing her neck, her eyes rolling back at the feeling as she wraps her legs around his waist, their crotches grinding down on one another’s as they breath heavily trying to avoid moaning loudly — they both found out they love being vocal in bed, one day Harry was home alone and him and Y/N practically screamed down the house, he’s surprised Mrs Walker next door didn’t ring the police.

“Need to be quiet for me baby, okay?” He says whispering in her ear, her breathy moans being masked by his neck, her lips all over him as he rolls his head back, allowing her more access as she bites and nips at his skin, leaving behind marks that he’ll have to steal some of his Mums makeup to mask over when he’s walking around.

“Should be saying that to you, mister loud mouth” she jokes in a whisper by his ear, her lips sucking on his lobe is what causes him to bury his head in her neck to groan lowly from his chest, his hips rutting down into hers as they both roam one another’s bodies with their lips and hands.

“Very smart mouth for a girl who prefers it to be stuffed full of m’cock” he moans back, her lips now sucking and licking over his sweet spot just under his ear lobe, her own moan muffled by his skin as he shuts his eyes and looks up to the ceiling allowing her to kiss him further, her lips leaving a burning trail down his neck and over his collar bones — his favourite place to give and receive hickies on.

“Harry, shut up and just do something” she says annoyed, frustrated at her boyfriend who always choose to tease her with sarcastic remarks, he knows it riles her up and he loves that, he loves how needy and angry she gets when he grinds his clothed cock down onto her making sarcastic remarks and softly degrading her slowly as she grows wetter and wetter at his movements and words.

“Don’t have to ask me twice baby” he laughs kissing down her torso, his hands immediately shrugging off her bra with her help, and then he slowly pulls down her leggings along with her panties, leaving kisses on the spaces he makes bare and small hushed complements against her skin as he takes her all in under the light of his ten year old soccer ball shaped light hanging from the ceiling above them.

She’s a squirming mess under him, his lips instantly attaching to her clit as she bends her legs, resting her legs over his shoulders as he holds onto her outer thighs, the grip probably marking her skin as he devours her on his bed, his eyes looking up at her biting down on her lip, her hands grabbing a pillow and shoving it over her face to muffle her moans, Harry can hear them slightly, his eyes rolling back into his head as she shakes and squeezes her legs around his head.

“Come on baby, need to see you” he says slipping two fingers into her but not moving, the pillow coming away from her face as she looks at him in her usual fucked out state, glassy eyes and messed up hair.

“H, I can’t, I need to have it over me” she says referring to the pillow, her body shaking as Harry begins to slowly move his fingers in and out of her, stretching her as she drips down his fingers, the sound of his movements in her cunt causing him to press down his hips onto his bed to relieve himself a little.

“Put y’pretty panties in y’mouth baby” he says slurred from pleasure, his own hair a curly mess as his lips become more swollen and spit covered from how harsh he’s eating her out. He takes her panties in one hand, reaching up and rolling them into her mouth, instructing her to bite down on the white lace fabric before he’s back between her legs eating her out.

She’s moaning around the fabric of her panties, her drool wetting the lace as she tugs on Harry’s curls, his moans deep and raspy in her cunt as he keeps his eyes on hers that are threatening to close every second, the slaps he sends to her thighs cause her to open them back up and keep contact with him, his smile devious as he purposely sucks on her clit when she’s close, knowing it ruins her when he does that — he loves to watch her struggle to bite back her moans, the pair of them feeling the rush of nearly being caught everytime one of them make a loud moan or move too quickly which causes his headboard to slap a little off the wall behind it. He’s lapping up all her juices and her moans she’s muffling, her body shaking as he finally brings her to her first high of the night, his fingers not stopping as he rides her through it, kisses being placed to her thighs as she finally calms down, tears brimming her eyes and a lazy smile around her panties that are clutched between her teeth.

“Doing okay baby? Need me to take these out?” He asks crawling back up her body her hands immediately tangling back in his hair as she nods, letting him pull the soaked panties from her mouth, his mouth drooling at the sight of them in his hands.

“Gonna be able to take my cock without being gagged? Or will ya need to have your pretty lace panties back between your teeth?” He teases her, her eyes hooded with pleasure as she scratches her nails down his chest and stomach making the muscles under his skin flex with the slight burn of the marks she’s leaving behind.

“Want you to ruin me, may need them back in between my teeth” she says breathlessly, a slight smirk on her lips as he groans at her words, grabbing the panties and placing them in his own mouth, bending down and feeding them into her mouth, her own teeth clasping them as they leave his mouth, his tongue licking over her lips as she looks up at him with her glassy doe eyes.

[harrystylesslutt]

warnings: cockwarming, fluff, mommy kink, subrry. (sry for any typos)

You were sitting on your couch, drinking coffee and reading a book by the fireplace. While harry was upstairs getting himself a fluffy blanket to join you.

He had just gotten home from the studio, you could tell he was feeling subby by the way he practically rushed to you once he walked thru the front door while whispering a low "missed you today mommy".

Suddenly you heard thunder from outside, it was already raining so a storm was probably coming. The lights went out straight away.

"shit" you muttered once you heard harry yelp from upstairs, before getting up and rushing to get a candle to go check on him since you knew he was scared of the dark.

"angel y'alright?" you yelled while running up the stairs with a candle in your hand. "m-mommy?" you heard a whimper coming from your bedroom.

He shook his head at your words "no no no don't leave me alone please" so thats how you ended up walking with harry clung to your back like a koala.

Once you grabbed the candles you lit them and placed them around the room, while harry bounced on the bed before snuggling himself under the warm blankets. "c'mon!!!" he whined

Once you grabbed the candles you lit them and placed them around the room, while harry bounced on the bed before snuggling himself under the warm blankets. "c'mon!!!" he whined

"Hold on, don't wanna burn the whole house down now do we?" once you were all set, you joined harry under the covers.

He quickly got on top of you, laying his head on your chest sighing in content when he felt your hand tangling in his curls.

After a while you felt something poking your thigh, then looked down to see harry looking at you with pleading eyes. "can I?" he asked, a pout forming on his face.

"yeah baby? wanna feel mommy?" he quickly nodded and tugged at your pants waiting for your approval "go ahead then" you said before placing a kiss on his forehead.

He quickly pulled his sweats down enough to free his cock, while you pulled your pants and underwear off all the way before throwing them somewhere in the room.

You grabbed his cock, stroking it a bit before positioning him to your entrance and putting it in. You both moaned lowly at the feeling, then you felt harry nuzzle his face in your chest tugging at the hem of your shirt.

You'd done this many time while he was in his subspace so you knew what he needed. You sat up a bit, careful to not let him slip out of you, and tossed the shirt you were wearing on top of the other pile of clothes that was already on the floor.

You saw harry's eyes light up at the sight of your bare tits, biting his lip before wrapping his mouth around one of them while one of his hands was placed on your other breast loosely.

You felt him starting to suck, feeling vibrations in your body from his low humming. Your hands went back to toying with his hair.

Another lightning struck outside, which made harry nuzzle further into you, his eyes prickling with tears.

"hey angel, I'm here, you're safe with me yeah? I love you baby" you whispered sweet nothings in his ear trying to soothe him a bit.

And it seemed to work because he pulled his mouth away from your tit before mumbling a low "I love you so much mommy, always make me feel safe" before going back to sucking slowly.

You smiled at his words and watched him as he closed his eyes, his free hand nudging yours before intertwining your fingers together.

A/N: no cz i had sm fun writing this- request for more! also im thinking ab adding like a list of rules just to be more clear about what i would write :)

[thezeninclan]

UA students protecting your drink at a party

you ask the bnha students to protect your drink at a party while you go to the bathroom and how you thank them

warnings — alcohol mentions/mentions of drinking

characters: midoriya, tsu, uraraka, iida, bakugou, todoroki, kirishima, kaminari, mina, shinsou, yaomomo, jirou, tokoyami

todoroki

will glare the fuck out of anyone who even looks in his general direction while he’s holding your drink, which scares them off immediately. he’s also the most likely to refill your drink if he sees its getting a little low, because he’d do anything to see you smile. when you come back from the restroom and thank him with a tight embrace and a kiss to his cheek he can’t help but flush, the warm of his cheeks making steam rise off his cold side.

midoriya

will treat the cup like its a sacred object in a hero mission, protecting it with his literal life. you’d even stake your life on him jumping in front of the cup if a villain suddenly appeared. when iida and uraraka come up to chat the poor boy cant even focus on what they’re saying he’s so concerned with staring at your cup and making sure it stays safe. but it’s all worth it when you come back from the bathroom and curl up in his arms, lying your head against his chest and thank him for always taking such good care of you.

bakugou

will act like it’s not a big deal, like its something stupid to watch your dumbass drink. but will take it 10000% seriously. literally anyone who even looks at your cup will be getting blasted, kaminari and kirishima can attest to that. when you skip back to him, all fresh faced and happy, looping your arms around his neck and kissing his cheek he’ll try to shrug you off, but you can see the reddish tinge to his ears and the slight smile that pulls at the corners of his lips.  

yaomomo

will instantly create something fancy and over the top to cover your drink. except its not a simple like....lid. momo will literally create a government spy level briefcase with 17 locks and a passcode and fingerprint recognition backed up with poison darts and a very impressive looking emergency system. and you don’t even mind because when you get back from the bathroom and she shows you her briefcase with a huge smile on her face and her eyes sparkling you cant help but chuckle and kiss her, so happy that your girlfriend cares so much about you that you don’t even scold her for going so over the top and using up all her lipids.

uraraka

will take it so seriously you have no idea. she’ll take a break from dancing to stand off to the side and hold your cup, making sure that nobody even gets close. she will 100% almost pass out from holding her breath for the entire time you’re in the bathroom as she makes your cup float, and when you get back to your fainting girlfriend and admonish her gently, telling her that wasn’t at all necessary, you still cant help but feel flattered that she cares so much, showing your appreciation with a tight squeezing hug. 

mina

will singlehandedly prove to everyone watching that you absolutely can breakdance while holding a drink and not spill a drop. you’re not sure if she’s well practiced in the art of breakdance-drink-holding or if she’s trying even harder than usual because its yours. but when you round the corner to find your girlfriend in the middle of a throng of loudly cheering dancers you cant help but be amazed. you make your way towards her, downing your drink in one go and then turning your full attention towards pulling her into your arms and making your way to the middle of the dance floor.

kirishima

will demonstrate firsthand just how manly it is to keep women safe. he holds your drink pinned between his forearm and chest, hardening his skin so that if anyone even tried to grab it they wouldn’t be able to break his hold. even serbro and bakubro can’t get near, thats how serious he takes it. it all worth it though, when you come back and pull the cup away from him, pushing yourself into his arms instead. he lavishes in the way you kiss his cheeks, curling up against him as you finish before leading him out onto the dance floor. 

shinsou

will absolutely not hesitate to brainwash anyone who comes near him to force them to walk away. he’s more than happy to stand away from the thick of the crowd and nurse your half filled drink. also the most likely to take a sip of your drink out of curiosity, and when you come back he’ll tease you about the fruity thing you’re drinking and make fun of you for not being able to handle your liquor. but he will still blush when you press your lips to his, silencing his teasing at once. 

iida

will take it as seriously as he takes holding anyone else’s drink. he stands off towards the side, chopping his hand and frowning his eyebrows and glaring at anyone who walks by. nobody is going to be able to even come near the cup, especially not without getting a lecture on party safety 101. you smile as you watch him lecturing poor midoriya, who had probably just come to say hi to iida, you’re quick to help him escape by coming up behind your boyfriend and wrapping your arms around his neck, making him freeze and go stiff before realising it was you embracing him. he lets himself melt against you, you soft voice whispering a sweet thank you against the shell of his ear.

kaminari

will take it 100% seriously, contrary to popular belief. he knows firsthand how creepy men can be when it comes to girls at parties— hell he’s friends with mineta after all. so he covers your cup with his hand, looking around furiously to see if anyone is coming, already building up his electricity for a massive shock to anyone who comes near. but when you come back, he’ll act like he didnt take it that seriously, blushing and scratching the back of his neck shyly. you know the truth, but act like you didn’t, just settling for giving him an affectionate kiss before pulling him out on the dance floor. 

tsu

will be more than happy to wrap her tongue around your cup and boost it as high as she can reach, proving that even though she’s the shortest of class 1A (sitting back on her hands and knees) she can hold it higher than anyone else. it’s almost like training, seeing how high she can lift the cup and how straight she could hold it, making sure she doesnt spill a drop. until you get back and skip over to her, leaning down to kiss your cute lil happy frog on the forehead.

sero

will literally tape your drink to the ceiling, so securely wrapped that when you come back from the bathroom its literally impossible to get down. he flushes pink and beats a hasty retreat, quickly going back to the kitchen to get you another drink. he’s embarrassed at first, but you assure him that its not a problem, not to be embarrassed, that youre happy he cares so much about you. 

jirou

will be so shy and sweet when you ask her to hold your cup for you, so happy that you trust her enough to watch over her drink. she will literally glare and frown at anyone who even comes close, threatens to shock kaminari when he tries to get too close. acts like she isnt blushing when you hug her tightly and kiss the top of her hair in thanks.

tokoyami

will summon dark shadow and gives him your cup, watching as he lifts himself up to 20 ft above the crowd and squawks/curses/threatens to kill anyone who approaches. tokoyami’s also likely to accidentally growl at you for trying to take the cup before he realises that it is you. you thank him by first kissing the side of his beak, and then doing the same to dark shadow, smiling happily as both of your boys blush pink. 

[cozzzynook]

Two tailed white fox Touya runs through the forest trying to get away from hunters. Keeping the bundle close to his chest he looks for a safe place to hide.

Seeing a large waterfall with a cave behind it and he makes a run for it.

Tumbling inside he curls in a ball His tails wrapping around himself and the small kit he waits.

The sound of footsteps running away from him makes his white ears twitch. Relief floods through Touya as the hunters leave.

He catches his breathe before uncurling his tails, lifting his body, he smiles. The kit stares wide eyed at him, chubby hands lifting as he begins to fuss. The kit wants comfort from its dam, the fearful and scared scent stinking in the babes nose.

As best he can, Touya lets a bit of his scent out. The anxious yet soft smell of burning snowflakes filling

The babes nose as Touya pulls the kit towards his nape. Letting out a coo, the kit burrows into Touya’s nape. Small chubby fingers holding tightly to his white ripped yukata. Falling asleep, the kit releases a content milky scent, making Touya relax.

Looking around the cave Touya stands, sniffing the area, trying to see if any other mythical creatures linger near by. It would be dangerous for him and his kit to be seen by another of there kind.

As an unmated omega he’s up for grabs. Any alpha could try and claim him. Killing his kit in The process. The thought makes him shiver and his kit smelling his distress in his sleep, whimpers. Quickly calming down his scent returns to normal. The kit sighs latching onto its dam’s nape, suckling.

Frowning Touya knows his kit is getting hungry and Touya knows he has only Just enough milk to last for half a feeding. He’ll hand to hunt for food soon or he’ll risk being even more vulnerable. Something he can’t risk being the sole protector for himself and kit.

The memory of his sire frowning at him, telling him to get rid of his kit Makes him growl. Stifling it so as not to disturb his kit he walks on throbbing feet, further into the cave. Sighing in relief when he sits down. Curling both tails over his kit Touya falls asleep, unbeknownst to him the golden eyes watching him and his kit slumber.

Morning Rises and with it Touya. Still tired and now hungry, Touya shivers. The cold biting into him all night making it hard to sleep. But his kit is warm and healthy so he tries to pay no mind to it. Standing he walks towards the entrance of the cave, wincing every so often. Curling His tail around himself and his kit he jumps through the water, seeing his kit is dry he begins walking.

Its another hour before his kit wakes whimpering for food. He sighs, frustrated at not having a safe space to nurse his kit, but he walks on until his kits whimpers turn to Frustrated crying. Stopping in an area surrounded by large trees, Touya sits down. Only a pleasant faded scent of warm-wood and spicy honeysuckle lingers and it entices Touya to relax.

A soft billow of wind chills Touya and looking around, he sees no one. So he moves his tail  Back just enough to see his kits fussy flushed face. Fond smile gracing his lips Touya moves the top of his yukata down and shifts his kit to his nipple. Latching on hungrily his kit suckles.

Touya’s hand playing with strands of white and red evenly split hair he lifts his head Looking into the trees. Only to still in fear before he snarls barring his fangs. Jumping onto his feet he unlatches his kit and curls his tails over the crying babe. Running with speed only a dam protecting their kit can, he runs.

Panting almost tripping over tree roots he runs. The sound of blades wiping through the air makes Touya’s ear twitch. Moving faster he grits his teeth, he’s hungry, weak, tired, sore and his two month old kit is in danger. A danger he knows he won’t be able to outrun.

His lungs begin to burn from exertion. Touya has to keep Moving, ‘ Can’t stop,’ he tells himself. ‘Get kit safe, get kit safe.’ Feeling frustrated tears in his eyes, Touya feels a warm hand touch his back and he ducks down, falling. Tumbling he wraps his arms and tail around his kit to keep them safe. A cry of pain leaving him as He lays on his side. Shaking, Touya tries to lift himself with his palm but he’s too weak. He wasn’t in shape to be walking let alone running. He’s surprised he lasted as long as he did.

The sound of wings flapping catches Touya’s attention and he curls around his kit, hissing Venomously. The sound of feet crunching leaves can be heard. In front of him is a man with long talons on feathered bird feet. The man bends down and a shadow is cast over Touya. The man has feathers lining his arms. Long sharp talons on his feathered hands. His hair golden like The sun with concerned honey eyes, sharp as pins. Feathers adorn the front of his hairline and large red wings are surrounding the two.

Touya’s eyes widen as he realizes its a harpy, a male harpy. They are white rare often legends among mythical creatures themselves. Much like The multi tailed fox clans. Touya leaves his shock behind hissing once again at the creature, making the feathered man stop. Even weakened like this if the man moved near his kit he would kill him.

A coo leaves the mans throat and Touya doesn’t relax. An odd feeling tingling in The back of his throat makes him pause for a moment. But when the stranger moves closes to him he swipes a clawed hand and misses by a hair.

Harpies are dangerous, they’re known for being able to kill almost anything if prompted. He wants no parts of this, he just wants to find A safe place to raise his kit, was that too much to ask?

Hands card through Touya’s hair and before he can kill the stranger, the mans scent floats into his nose. Body shaking, trying to fight it, he relaxes. The scent of spicy honeysuckle and warm wood calming him. ‘Alpha.’ This harpy is an alpha and his scent smells good, better than any scent Touya has ever smelled before. The stranger continues to let his scent out, the effect calming his kits crying.

Another coo leaves the feathered man and Touya finds himself tightening his hold as the man Carries him. Wings covering the two the stranger lets his scent wander around the three of them. His kits soft purrs of sleep reaching his ears. It makes Touya’s omega purr in satisfaction.

‘Mate,’ it says. It leaves Touya with conflicted feelings. He didn’t imagine himself Or his kit in this predicament. Before long he feels himself drifting, days of running and lack of food and water have drained him. The cold has drained him.

He should stay awake, he has to, he has to protect his kit. But his instincts know this is his mate and it finds no Reason to distrust him. But Touya knows mates can do harmful things to one another. His mother and father coming to mind and his scent changes to anger before being snuffed out by the harpies calm scent.

With an annoyed whimper, Touya falls asleep. Warm honey eyes watching his Every moment.

Flapping his wings Keigo touches the sky, gliding carefully with his mate and his future kit in tow. Reaching the trees he weaves his way through the branches and vines, path familiar to him. He stops and uses taloned feet to open the door. Closing it when inside, Keigo walks towards his nest, laying the two down. Covering his mate and their pup in thick black wolves fur, he looks at them.

His mate is small, too small. He’s a bit taller than Keigo sure, but he’s too skinny. He could feel his mates bones poking through the thin yukata when He was flying. From what he saw of their pup, the hatchling was healthy and well fed. Something he admired in his mate. Yet it made his blood boil, who left his mate and hatchling to wander in the cold? Why weren’t they safe in a warm nest? His mate did well to hide their scents. The milky scent on both dam and hatchling hidden, something that should be loud and warm instead of cold and hidden. His mate held no post hatchling weight, just how long was he running?

The creatures of this forest heard the hunters enter most likely following his mate. The Ground dwellers killing them not long after his mate hid in the cave.

The sound of their hatchling cooing and the sight of them wiggling in their dams hold makes Keigo freeze. He doesn’t want to overstep bounds, his mate was so distressed when he first made contact with him. Another wiggle and their hatchling begins to whine, the sound making Keigo’s alpha unsettled. Their hatchling should be happy and content, the scent of distress coming from their hatchling unnerves him. Carefully Keigo lifts his mates two tails revealing a small chubby kit. Staring in awe, Keigo carefully lifts the small babe. Holding the hatchling close warming him. The little boy looks up at him in wonder, grey and blue mismatched eyes shine. White fox ears twitching uncontrollably and the swaddled blanket around the babes healthy belly wiggles. Tilting his head avian-like, Keigo loosens the blanket, a red tail and white tail appearing. Blinking once in surprise, Keigo watches as the tail shakes and the hatchling whines. Quickly and carefully, Keigo swaddles their kit again, holding him close, keeping him warm.

Thats how Keigo spends the next few hours. Cuddling and playing with the small hatchling, keeping him warm and letting him have very little water. Something he’s able to coax down his sleeping mates throat as well. But soon the peace is over and little hatchling begins to squirm And soon cries can be heard. Bouncing the hatchling,trying to keep him quiet so his mate wouldn’t wake so soon, he misses vibrant blue eyes staring at him.

“He’s hungry. Give him here.”

The sound of his mates voice makes him jump, hold tightening on the hatchling. Keigo looks Over to his mate and blushes. Scampering to give the hatchling back, the cries soon end as little hatchling catches sight of his dam. Needy coos leave the babe and Touya pulls his yukata down, the kit latching on immediately, suckling greedily.

Touya winces every so often his Body struggling to produce the milk needed for his pup and Keigo stifles a growl at this. Going to his wooden food storage, Keigo pulls out the freshest chunk of meat and sits in front of his mate. Holding the heavy morsel in his hand he puts it at his mates lip. Ignoring the Fierce hiss coming from his mate, Keigo gently shoves the meat inside his mouth smiling and purring when Touya swallows. The meat tastes delicious and days of hunger make Touya weak. Giving in he eats the heavy morsel the feathered man feeds him, low purs betraying him. The small hatchling feeds happily from his dam and Touya rocks side to side a low hum in his throat.

The kit sighs as he drinks and begins to fall asleep. The scent of happy hatchling and happy dam filling Keigo’s den. Happy scent leaving Keigo he chirps in happiness at the two. Kit now asleep, Touya yawns trying to stay awake, this man is his mate but that doesn’t mean he’s welcome to stay. The mans lucky he didn’t kill him when he woke with his kit in feathered arms instead of his own.

Fighting another yawn, a hand moves Touya to lay down. Wiping his Head in the mans direction, Touya feels a growl crawl up his throat but it stops when the feathered man speaks.

“My names Keigo, tell me what’s yours?”

Frowning Touya answers, “Touya.”

Nodding the man looks at the nest.

“Can I join you, Touya?”

With a flustered grunt Touya Answers. “Its your den, do whatever.”

The man smiles eyes never blinking, never leaving Touya or their hatchling. Keigo moves to sit beside Touya, lifting the furs moving most to lay on Touya and little hatchling

“Whats his name?”

Looking down at the sleeping bundle in his Arms Touya answers with a peaceful smile, “Shouto.”

Eyes beaming with wonder Keigo nods, his mate is beautiful. Their hatchling perfect.

Another yawn leaves Touya and Keigo releases a calming scent, enticing his mate to rest. He’s been running for who knows how long, he doesn’t Need to run anymore, Keigo will take care of them.

Shuffling closer, Keigo takes his chance laying his mate down and pulling the furs over the two. His wing coming to shield the three, a growl strops him and Keigo lets his wing rest below their waists.

Two snowy white tails Cover the sleeping kit and Touya feels his eyes slip closed. The scent of milky kit and his own milky burning snowflake scent mixing perfectly with warm wood and spicy honeysuckle.

With both dam and hatchling asleep, Keigo lays beside them, keeping watch. His happy scent And soft croons and trills, never ceasing.

[littlepupthoughs]

Warming Up to You Chapter 2

Aprox: 1,700 Words

CW: SMUT. thor x loki x reader. size difference. soft!thor. dom!loki. puppy!sub!reader. Intoxication(dub-con). Petplay. The word cunt. minor restraint. fem!fingering. overstimulation. a little degradation/namecalling. praise. threeway. orgasm denial. Oral: (fem and male receiving). a little aftercare. being overwhelmed.

AN: well here is chapter two! This is where we get nice and smutty. Let me know your thoughts on a more innocent take on Thor. And well your thoughts in general! If you like my work I am also currently taking requests!

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“Would you help me play with her?” Loki’s voice echoed in your head as you desperately waited for an answer. So many emotions swirling through your head, embarrassment, fear, hesitation, and excitement. The excitement was rushing through your body making your nerves tingle and mingling with the fear making your heart race. The only sounds in the room were the droning of the infomercial and the loud thumping of your heart, then it all seemed to stop as you heard a content hum with a quiet “yes.”

Loki began moving first, sitting up and closing the recliner chair. Then he offered his hand out to you, you reaching out to take it. The three of you file in to Loki’s bedchamber as he gently rubbed his thumb over your hand to calm you, nervousness bubbling your brain. Loki waved his and removing both of your clothing as you laid on the bed, he kept your attention on him by gently tracing his fingers up and down your body.

He leaned in hovering his lips next to your ear, “this is going to be so much fun my little one. Remember you need to play nice with him, I don’t think he has ever played with a submissive before. Will you be on your best behavior for me?” You nodded enthusiastically, the nervousness lessening as your brain began softening. Thor had finished undressing and laid down facing you, you looked over to him. He lifted his hand to touch your chest but hesitated, you gave him a reassuring smile then your eyes fluttered as his large warm hand pressed against your skin.

“She’s.. so small,” He half mumbled to himself half to Loki. He propped himself up on one arm to better explore your soft skin, his large hand engulfing you in a heat that spread under his touch. He treated you so delicately as though he was scared to break you, a gentle giant showing through his usual boisterous self.

“Mmm, yes she is. My lovely little toy,” You were too distracted by Thor’s hand to notice Loki’s trailing his way down your stomach. You flinched slightly as his hand cupped your mound feeling the warmth radiating from you. The moment you flinched Thor pulled his hand back worried that in his intoxicated state he had hurt you and your fragile midguardian body. His worries dissipated as he heard the breathy moan that escaped from your lips.

Loki took Thor’s hand in his and pressed it down to replace his over your cunt with a smile. He got to his knees and moved to straddle your shoulders, his cock looming over your face getting harder by the moment. Your arms were trapped between his legs as he began lazily stroking himself just inches from your face. He looked down at you his blue eyes boring in to yours, his lips twisted in to a wicked smile. Thats when you felt it, a finger slipping between your folds playing in the wetness that had pooled there. He was spreading it around using the slick to glide over your clit making sparks shoot through the little bundle of nerves. He kept moving, never staying in the same place long enough to do anything more than tease you and drive you mad. Coaxing more and more of your juices to trickle out of you and on to his rough fingers.

You couldn’t help but whimper pathetically as you struggled against Loki’s legs, his cock starting to glisten with precum. Your hips rolled desperately trying to rub against Thor’s fingers. Suddenly they were gone. Your eyes welled up in frustration and you whined loudly, feeling the bed shift next to you as Thor moved out of view. Your heart was pounding in your ears when you felt your knees be lifted, separating your legs. Warm breath suddenly hit your aching mound and you didn’t have time to register what was happening before a wet tongue licked a long stripe up your pussy.

“Look at my needy little slut, you love this don’t you?” Loki purred. You could hear the lust in his voice, and the lust in yours as you responded.

“Y…Yes sir”

“Is he playing nicely with my little bitch?” he asked, tilting his head mockingly. You could only nod your head gasping as Thor’s tongue begins circling your clit, as if to further prove himself to you.

“Use your words pup, he can’t understand you.”

“YES! Yes sir!” you cry. Thor hummed against you in response, greedily lapping at you. His hands clutching your thighs tighter as he began sucking on your clit, flicking his tongue over the engorged bud ruthlessly. Your eyes grew wide as pressure built up in your core making you writhe. You desperately tried to speak but your pleading only came out as a whisper to Loki but he understood.

“Not yet.” your heart plummeted in to your stomach as you held your breath. Loki moved off your chest his dick twitching madly dripping precum on you as he kneeled at your side. Thor looked up at you buried between your legs, his beard against your raw skin. With your arms freed you reached down grabbing a fist full of his hair pulling him closer, grinding down on his mouth. Your eyes squeezed shut in concentration using every ounce of will power to not cum, the pressure in your core building further.

“Open your eyes pet, I want him to see your face when he makes you orgasm,” his tone left no space to question his orders, especially with the promise of release. Your eyes met Thor’s below you, his eyes were dark with lust and made you feel like prey trapped with a predator.

“You may come now y/n.” You screamed as your muscles spasmed, lightening shooting through you. The pressure that had built up exploded as you writhed helplessly overwhelmed by the pleasure. Thor’s eyes never left yours drinking in every single moment. The intensity began to ebb away and you gasped for air. Your hands shot up grabbing at the sheets trying to wriggle away from Thor’s mouth still licking at your overstimulated cunt, lapping up every drop leaking out of you. His began to let up when Loki cut him off, “No Thor, keep going. I think my sweet little pup needs more.”

Your eyes were still locked on Thor’s as his speed picked back up. This time he began focusing more on your entrance, using his tongue to explore while his hand reached up to part your lips and rub his finger over your swollen clit. You couldn’t help but close your eyes seeing fireworks behind your eyelids. Your hands quickly reached down with the intention of pushing him away but not quickly enough. Loki climbed back over you locking your arms back at your sides. You opened your mouth to protest only to be filled with his precum covered cock. He pressed it deep in to your soft warm throat muffling your gargled moans. You felt it spasm as he began pulling it back out only to ram it back in deeper than before.

Your mind was fading in and out, overwhelmed by the assault on your body. You started to feel floaty and fuzzy as the pressure began building up again the sensation making you writhe under the weight of Loki’s body. His cock was cutting off your oxygen and making the situation feel unreal. Nothing was real except the tingling heat spreading through your veins, Loki buried in your throat, and the wet tongue lapping at your swollen lips.

Then a new sensation burst in to your mind. A finger began slipping inside of you, painfully slowly it started exploring. Thor’s tongue continued it’s relentless dance on your clit while moving steadily deeper in to your heat.

“Loki! Please please please, I need to come..I can’t!” your words came out an unintelligible garbled mess.

“What was that little one? Do you need to come?” He was still sliding himself in and out of your throat making speaking next to impossible. “Again? Already?” You were almost crying at this point. Jumbled sounds spilled from your lips.

“Come for me.” he snarled.

And you did. While your insides spasmed around Thor’s finger he slipped in another making you feel even fuller, making your orgasm even more intense. Your moans and gasps vibrated around Loki’s cock pushing him over the edge. His hands reached down grabbing a fists full of your hair pulling you closer. Ropes of cum came shooting out of him coating the inside of your throat, you gurgled and sputtered as he kept coming. So much teasing and holding back for so long made his release powerful. He threw his head back, the growl that escaped his lips turning in to a moan. You struggled to swallow all of his seed as he slowly pulled out letting you gasp for air.

Your gasp turned in to another earth shaking scream. Thor had found your g-spot and was curling his fingers against it ripping another mind breaking orgasm from your exhausted body. The overstimulation burned through you, electrifying every cell of your body. You reached an impossibly high peak, tears streaming down your cheeks as Thor gently brought you back down.

You were broken, your body spent and your mind shattered. A whimpering mess drooling from your mouth and leaking on to the bed. Both of the gods laid down next to you panting. Loki petting your head and gently placing kisses on your cheek, murmuring praise. He wiped some of the drool off of your face and you let out a moan of thanks as your heavy eyelids started fluttering closed.

“Aww little one don’t fall asleep just yet, we aren’t quite finished.” You barely registered his words.

“You don’t want to be rude to our guest, he took such good care of you. It is only right to return the favor.” This time you understood what he was saying, Thor’s pulsing cock twitching against thigh confirming his words. You nodded starting to smile.

“That’s right little puppy, I know you are aching for more. Such an obedient little play thing.”