#his chest rising and falling hard while his eyes are fixed on where your lips wrapped around his fingers

[mcondance]

hobie being insecure about his guitar calluses but you make it up to him with praising sex that involves alot of hand foreplay

OH PUDDLE ATOP :(((

[lingeriae]

I MUST BE DREAMIN, (DREAMIN)!

pairings - onyankopan x black fem reader

warnings - use of marijuana, smut, cursing, slight daddy kink? lil bit of choking, ass smacks here and there, breeding, talks about marriage, grammar errors, reader is black and female!

a cloud of thick smoke surrounded onyankopon as he exhaled, slowly dispersing to show the glistening dark skin of the male beside you, his eyes closed and his face relaxed. his chest, inked with a tattoo of a cross, expanded as he inhaled the smoke from the blunt a sigh falling from his full lips before they opened, catching your eyes.

you hesitated, looking away from him and back again. "you straight?"

his eyebrow raised at your question, eyes looking you up and down waiting for you to 'fix your sentence' causing you to roll your eyes and smack your lips together. "are you okay?"

ony mumbled something that sounded like a 's'what i thought.' before shifting his hips a little, head rested against your headboard while he stared at the blunt in his hand, collecting his thoughts so he could offer you a good enough answer.

he rolled his tongue over his teeth, huffing through his nose before dragging his eyes to meet yours, "you know, you the first girl I ever been with for so long," he says causing you to shift, your bottom lip caught in between your teeth and your eyebrows furrowed, wondering where this was coming from,

you shifted from your place on the bed from his words and from how hard he was staring at you, both making you nervous.

tilting your head with a grin you responded to him "maybe cause im a woman and not no 'girl'." ony sucked his teeth in responce causing you to snicker, which sounded a bit like a windex bottle.

it goes quiet after that and your nerves rise, wondering if something had happen why ony had suddenly brought this up, wondering if he was going to break-up with you. his gaze is intense, and you figet under it, trying to find something to distract yourself until he mutters out a soft 'cmere', spreading his legs and patting his stomach for you to come sit.

he watched you hesitate, eyes flickering from his eyes to his hand on his stomach before your swung your leg over him, thighs pressed against his side, slowly easing your body weight against him with your hands pressed against his chest only fully sitting down when his hand came up to rest against your hips.

your suddenly hit with the scent of cinnamon and weed as you inhale, face heating up at how good the man infront of you smelled, watching your acrlyic nails tapping against his biceps to avoid looking into his eyes knowing the minute you did, it would have you smiling goofily.

the way his fingers traces teasingly at the waistband of your shorts has your body running hot and your plush thighs squeezing at his waist, a chuckle falls from ony's lips at your reaction, smirking at how quiet you suddenly got now that your on top of him.

"had a dream bout you last night." he says after a minute, placing his blunt on the hello-kitty ashtray that sat neatly on your night stand, before putting his arm under his head taking the chance to look you up and down, eyes pausing at the sight of your nipples in the white crop top you had on licking his lips before looking back at you watching you trace the tattoo that laid on his chest, still not looking at him.

"mmm, course you did." you sass, rolling your eyes. ony pinches your thigh at the attitude, smiling as you snicker with your windex sounding laugh again. "wasn' that typa dream, you're just nasty."

"I didn't even mean it like that, you the nasty one for thinking-mmph!" you don't have time to react as ony wraps his hand around your neck and pulls you closer to him, pressing his plump lips against yours in a quick motion, making your body feel hot in the little clothes you had on. his hand on your waist moves to grip the fat of your ass, slurping up the whine you make when he squeezes it before pulling away from the sloppy kiss, brown eyes darkening at the way you looked up at him with your pretty lips parted and your lip gloss smudged at the side of them.

ony licks his lips moving his hand from around your neck and placing it back to it's position behind his head, not once looking away from you even as you looked down at your nails, nibbling your bottom lips.

he snickers, "mouth ain't smart no more, huh?" you only roll your eyes before crossing your arms over your chest, giving him an unimpressed look.

"gonna tell me about your dream or what?" you ask, flipping a braid over your shoulder and ignoring the slap he gives your ass.

sucking his teeth ony shakes his head, "man, stop talking to me like im one of your lil friends before I bend you over." he mumbles it low and threatingly, you shudder because you know he's not playing and that he would indeed bend you over, no hestitation.

that alone has you shifting on his lap in an attempt the throb that you felt from your pussy, praying that he didn't feel it.

"we got married," he says, smiling lazily at the way you immediately look up at him with your eyebrows raised, "and we had a kid. a girl, had your big ass forehead with my pretty eyes." he said, laughing when you punch him in his chest and roll your eyes with a pretty smile on your plump lips.

his hand rubs your back as he continues, closing his eyes. "had your smile and hair, and we had one more on the way."

a huge smile makes it way to your face, fingers tracing shapes on ony's bare chest, mentally imagining how your kids would look. "damn, we would have some cute-ass kids." he hums in responce, still rubbing your back. "too bad m too gangsta to get pregnant by you."

the hand on your back pauses, you try not to laugh as you continue tracing shapes on him, biting the inside of your cheek so you don't smile. ony's eyes are open, eyebrows drawn and a blank look on his face as he sits up, chest now pressed against yours whilst both his arms attach themselves to your waist, trailing down your ass slowly--almost threatingly.

you still don't look up at him, body heating up as excitement and amusement runs throughout your body, knowing you were about to be dealt with soon.

"whatchu say?" folding your lips together, you look up at ony through your lashes, not knowing whether to be scared or turned on from the look he held on his face. you shake your head as you blinked up at him, watching on of his eyebrow twitch, a indicator that shit was about to go down.

his hips shift, pulling a gasp from you as you feel his half-hard dick press against your pussy, his hands drapping you towards him so that your nose brushes against each other and your clit drags against the material of your pink shorts, your mouth falls open at the friction.

"nah, repeat what you said."

you shake your head again, hips grinding against him. he narrows his eyes at you, the grip he has on you tightening.

"ight."

"o-ony slow down please-fuck!"

his pace only increases, hips snapping up into you with god-like speed, the tip of his dick repeatedly hitting your sensitive spot inside your spongey warmth, hitting you with pleasure over and over. he's dicking you down so good, it feels unreal.

“i-it's too much, baby i-i can't-"

"nah," he drawls, "you gon take it, cause you gangsta, right?"

"take this fucking dick and don't play with me, lil girl."

you moan at his words, clawing unto his back as he fucks you deeper into your pink satin sheets, back arching with pleasure and a desperate need to be closer to him.

he hisses at the feeling but his harsh thrusts don't ease up, his chocolate eyes look down at you, watching how you titties jump in your lil white shirt, pretty face screwed up from the pleasure he was giving you. moaning his name, with your sweet lips and pretty ass voice.

"talm bout you 'too gangsta to get pregnant by me.' ima show you sum in a minute."

you sniff, shaking your head. "was playin, daddy. didn-didn't mean it,"

"told you to stop playing with me, and you ran your mouth." he grumbles, shaking his head with a laugh. "look where that got you, dicked down and dumb."

"m'sorry, please onya m'sorry!" you babble out, gripping him harder.

he pulls you closer to him, pushing up your thighs so he can fuck you deeper, licking his lips at the whine you let out. he knows your close from how your holding unto him like your about to die, and the way your pussy clenches down on him the same way.

"know you sorry, mama. still gotta take this dick though." your breath hitches and moans get shaky, glossy eyes looking up at him. the sight alone is enough to make ony cum, but he restrains himself.

your eyebrows draw together, lips parting as you feel a familiar feeling in your stomach. ony watches you, nodding his head with a smirk on his face, white teeth showing behind his full lips.

"you gonna cum? too gangsta but you bout to make a mess on this dick?" he taunts in a deep, seductive voice, letting out a grunt when he feels you tighten around him. your lips part with a squeal when he brings his hand from your hips to press down on your tummy, the pressure has the knot in your belly feeling like it's about to snap. "gonna nut all in this pussy, give you a pretty baby. you want it, mama?" ony asks, smiling at how you bit your lips and nod your head, obviously way too fucked out to give a proper responce.

"you gotta mouth, mama, know you know how to you use it."

your head bobs as you nod again, drool running from the side of your lips as they part to answer him. "y-yeah. want your pretty babies, ony." a pretty smile makes it's way to ony's face before he's leaning down to press his lips against yours, swallowing out every whine and moan you let out as you cum hard, pussy fluttering around ony's dick and your thighs trembling in his hands as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm until he cums, white load shooting inside of your pussy making you feel full.

he pulls out, watching a mixture of yours and his creamy liquid pool out you, and unto your sheets, brown pussy glistening prettily. ony licks his lips his lips at the sight, pushing back into you, laughing at the gasp that leaves your lips.

"o-ony wait-"

ony cuts you off before the words can leave your lips, licking his owns which shined with the lip gloss that was once on yours, "uh-uh, think I was joking bout you taking this dick? ima show you what happens when you don't watch that mouth."

[jintaka-hane]

Absurdly Cute

Masterlist

Summary: Boredom leads the crew to find ways to entertain themselves at the captain's expense... An amusement that could cost you your live. Word count: 800

The Victoria Punk drifts peacefully on calm waters. The atmosphere on board is serene, with no wind to propel the ship and no clouds to threaten its tranquility. There's no rush either, so the crew takes the opportunity to relax leisurely on the deck, some enjoying the time to rest, while others seek ways to entertain themselves.

The captain is among the first group, peacefully taking a nap. Using some sacks as makeshift pillows, he rests with his arms folded behind his head, his chest gently rising and falling with each relaxed breath.

A cautious distance from him, Killer, Heat, Wire, and you are sitting in a circle on the floor, playing cards silently to pass the time. After a few rounds where Killer has emerged as the victor and Heat as the runner-up, it’s now down to a tiebreaker between Wire and you to determine the loser of the losers.

“... the two of hearts and the three of clubs,” you say as you drop both cards into the pile, revealing a terrible hand.

“Ace of spades and ace of clubs,” Wire announces his hand immediately, grinning mischievously.

“Sorry Y/N, you suck at this game.”

Giving a slight kick to the pile of cards, you cross your arms over your chest. “This game is fucking bullshit.”

“Bullshit or not, you lost the bet,” Killer states, reaching into his pants pocket and pulling out a small mysterious object.

You hold out your palm for him to hand it over. "Fine".

When he drops the tiny item into your hand, Wire, Heat, and you lean over to inspect it.

Seeing what it is, you let out a groan of frustration. The corners of Heat’s lips curl as much as his facial muscles physically allow, and Wire's shoulders start shaking uncontrollably as he brings both hands to his mouth to stifle his laughter.

“Seriously, guys?” you ask with a mix of fear and disbelief, glancing toward the imposing figure of the sleeping captain.

“Seriously,” you hear Killer’s voice through his mask.

You analyze the contentious object again, glowing innocently in your palm, and let out a exasperated sigh.

“... He’s going to kill me.”

Heat and Killer shrug nonchalantly.

“A bet is a bet,” Wire adds, still wearing his malicious grin. “Go on.”

Rolling your eyes back, you clench your fist tightly around the small item and stand up, delaying the inevitable no longer.

On tiptoe, with slow and calculated steps, you start approaching the captain, praying that the wood doesn't creak beneath your feet.

"Kil, how much more stuff like this do you have?" You hear your shipmates chatting in low voices behind you.

“Oh, you have no idea...”

You shake your head to concentrate and ignore their comments. Your senses are on high alert, attuned to any factor that might work against you and wake the captain, like a sudden gust of wind or a seagull squawking overhead. 

Killer, Wire, and Heat's vigilant gaze are fixed upon you, silently tracking your cautious movements. As you draw closer to the captain you carefully hover over him, swallowing hard and extending your arms to keep your balance.

An ill-timed fly buzzes over Kid's face, making you freeze as his nose wrinkles at the annoying sound. With your heart in your throat, you realize that your life depends on how deeply he is sleeping. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck. 

His eyes remain closed, but he raises his human hand to lazily swat at the pesky insect, then scratches his temple before putting his arm back under his head to continue sleeping. 

You remain completely still, not daring to move a muscle, and look at your crewmates with a pleading gaze. They quickly urge you on, Heat mouthing Go with exaggerated movements, while Wire gives you a thumbs-up.

You furrow your brow and give them a slight nod, then shift your attention back to Kid. 

Shaking your shoulders and rotating your neck to ease tension, you draw in a breath that you don't release, and close the distance between you and Kid's mechanical arm. Now or never, you tell yourself with resolve as you open your fist, revealing the small object in your palm alongside a mark with its shape engraved in your flesh.

Gripping the magnetized item firmly between your fingers, the tip of your tongue poking out, you bring it closer to the metal surface with meticulous precision until it makes contact, adhering with a faint click. With a gesture of victory, you step back to admire your feat:

Adorning the imposing mechanical limb of the dreaded Captain Eustass Kid, gleams a small and absurdly cute Hello Kitty magnet.

****** 

It isn't until late at night, after having spent the entire day exchanging knowing glances, nudges, and silent laughter with the rest of the crew, that you hear him.

"W-what the HELL is this!? AGAIN!? I swear, I’m gonna fucking KILL YOU ALL!!"

@fanaticsnail this is your fault! My stupid obsession for them is your fauuuuult! 🤣

[sanakimohara]

“Soft Dom [1]” L. F.

Soft Dom Felix, who lets you sit on his lap all dressed up in the cute cotton pj set, you barely begged him to order for you. It's simple but snug and hugs all your gorgeous curves. It makes him blush, seeing your thighs smush on his lap, your ass sitting nicely, and your feet dangling a little over the edge of the couch you pushed him to sit down on. He's well mannered as any man can be with a body snug up against him, your focus entirely directed on applying the finishing touches of makeup to his face, and your voice sounding softer the longer his mind wanders where it shouldn't.

Soft Dom Felix, who hates it when you shift in his lap to get a better angle of his face. One of your hands holds his chin firmly, guiding him to be obedient when you need to turn his head. He wants to shove your hands down, lock them behind your back, and keep them there while he takes over your little ‘quality time’ project. You look so pretty, fawning over him, squinting at minor details on his face, and unconsciously pouting when you spot something to fix. You're just being a sweet girl for him, showering him with affection he's missed, but all he can think of is bare skin on his.

Soft Dom Felix doesn't utter a word for a whole three minutes, staring at you in a daze you notice but doesn't say anything about until your curiosity can't stand it any longer. You badger him to talk, bouncing in his lap while whining about him not paying attention. He nearly moans, feeling your weight rise and fall on his thighs, pressure mounting in his crotch when you smack his chest lightly before settling back down again. His eyes, sharpened by mascara, shadows, and liner, appear more piercing when they zero in on you. There's no playfulness in his stare. There is no pleasant feel to the way he picks you apart with one look, jaw clenched, and a soft, long silver strand of hair framing his done-up face. You've done something to ease his hard exterior forward but can't comprehend what it is before you feel his hips rising to meet the space between your thighs.

Soft Dom Felix is in no rush to answer your whispered and fragmented questions, hands wandering your figure and groping whatever flesh he can. Your breasts harden under the soft fabric of your shirt, parking up as his fingers dance over and pinch your nipples. It hurts, and you whimper from how insensitive he seems to the slight pain he inflicts. Your breasts fill his hands for a moment longer, tender and malleable, but left alone as his attention wanders downwards. You've yet to stop his dry humping, joining on it without shame and smiling at the feeling of your arousal dampening the shorts pulled high up on your hips. A groan tumbles from his lips as your slick leaks past the fabric and into his sweats. The liner and thin-tipped makeup brush fall from your hands, clattering on the floor when he bucks his hips upward, hands steady on your hips to hold you firmly still while his hardened cock nuzzles your clothes cunt.

Soft Dom Felix accidentally licks the gloss from his bottom lip, and the senes dulled dramatically as every other sensation flows straight to the head of his length. He feels utterly evil for interrupting your cute hobby of decorating his face. He wanted to hold back, to be reasonable, and get through the activity without putting his hands on you, but you were asking for it in more ways than one. The pouting. The bouncing. The whining. It was all you're doing, not his.

Soft Dom Felix feels a tad guilty for putting you at fault. You couldn't be to blame for everything. Not the swiftness of his hand as it dived into the confines of your shorts, snuggly cupping your cunt in all its slick glory and gently pushing and sliding his fingers over your entrance to hear you cry for him. Not the slow and vicious pace he sets while shoving his fingers into your fluttering walls, curling then forward until he hits a spot that makes your thighs quiver and brushing past it for the sake of feeling you clench on his hand without warning. His cock jumps in his sweats when you whimper, face flushed a hue of pink as your cum seeps into his palm, helping the heel of it stimulate your budding clit, and leaking last his hand and onto your shorts. You can't possibly be held accountable for his hushed compliments, the narrowing of his eyes as they study your frightful reactions or the low laughter he lets out when you begin to ride his hand like a pup in heat. It's not what you asked for, he knows that, but it's what you deserve for being so persistent.

Soft Dom Felix spreads you with his fingers for his amusement, loving the sloppy sounds your cunt makes with every stroke of his hand. He keeps you on edge, slowing himself down and massaging your clit to make up for leaving you so empty all of a sudden. It has to be done. You'll unravel too quick for his liking if he doesn't show restraint. You've worked so hard to highlight his features that he doesn't think it's fair not to appreciate yours, too. Granted, he may not pick up the liner and mark up your face, but he does tend to the obviously needier areas. One solid tap of his hand on your thigh has you standing upright to take his place on the couch's edge. You get no say in how he wants you, back laid flat on the cushions, shorts tugged off and onto the floor, and your legs firmly pushed upward towards your chest as his head settles between your thighs.

I ain't got shit to post…I’m being so fr…I’m stuck in a rut.

[ BONUS CONTENT + ]

Mr. Androgynous here needs to have his soul sucked from his body. IMMEDIATELY!! Now, who's volunteering first?…. Credits to creator btw 🧡

[thus-spoke-lo]

cw: gn!reader. yandere all might. stalking. breaking and entering. mild injury to reader. using prompt from here. wc: 900 (this was supposed to be under 500 and got out of hand...i may come back to this...) Yandere Minific Masterlist

You’re so perfect when you sleep.

Still, often near-silent. Sometimes it’s hard to tell if you’re even breathing with how shallow the rise and fall of your chest can be. Toshinori’s own breathing had stopped a few times as he observed you, holding it in while he listened and watched and waited and made sure that you were still with him, still quietly existing in slumber just mere feet away.

He had first seen you at the tea shop you both frequented, your laughter filling his chest with a flutter he hadn’t felt in a long time. It wasn’t long before he became addicted to you, daring to speak to you now and again and compliment your hair or comment on your drink order, anything to bask in the radiant glow of your smile. But it wasn’t enough to see you at the shop, even though he’d memorized your schedule and knew just when he’d find you there with a book in your hand, a straw delicately positioned between your lips.

It took very little effort to find where you lived, even less to enter your apartment—he hadn’t forgotten how to tail someone. And night after night, he fed his obsession and watched you sleep, never daring to show up during daylight hours and simply knock on your door. You probably would have invited him in—that’s just the way you seemed to be, at least the version of you he’d constructed in his head—but it was all too much. The thought of rejection, of disappointment, was far too much to fathom. It was easier this way, existing together unknowingly, until the first light of dawn would creep over the horizon and he would leave just as silently as he came.

Tonight he sits in the small chair at the end of your bed, the joints groaning under his size—even in his current state, long and lean and light, his towering frame threatened to overtake the slim wooden chair that you seemed to use as a coat rack. It’s the first time he’s ever ventured this far into your room, normally choosing to stand in the doorway, able to quickly duck behind the wall when you made your usual trip to the bathroom at three in the morning. He’d stand there, back against the wall, trembling hands pressed against the cool, smooth paint, and wait. First, the toilet flush. Then the sound of shuffling feet. Then linens being rearranged, your sweet little groan as you adjust yourself under the covers, the creak of your metal bedframe as it settles back into place with you. Just a few more moments—one breath, two breaths, three breaths—and it was safe to observe you once more as you slipped right back into easy sleep.

He glances down at his watch, the face barely visible in the slivers of moonlight that peek through your curtains. It’s only two in the morning, still plenty of time left to watch you, plenty of breaths left to listen to and muffled little snores to enjoy and—

You’re awake.

You’re awake and Toshinori doesn’t understand why—it’s not time yet. But here you are, sitting up ramrod straight, your breathing rapid and labored, your eyes wide and barely blinking, gaze fixed on him and him alone. You’re awake and he’s unprepared.

“What—what do you want from me?” you stammer, voice still thick with sleep. Maybe you’ll think this was all a dream, just a bad dream—or a good one if he can just guide you to the right conclusion.

“Nothing! I want nothing! It’s just—” Toshinori pauses for a moment, gathering his racing thoughts, trying to corral them into something that would make sense to you now. He stands and looms over your bed, and you back up against the headboard as far as you possibly can, pulling your knees tightly to your chest while you slowly reach towards your nightstand, fingers blindly groping for your phone.

He quickly realizes what you’re doing and without thinking, lunges forward and grabs your wrist. You yelp—he’s hurt you, oh shit, he’s hurt you, hasn’t he? The noise you made was painful to hear, like getting stabbed in the ribcage. He’s too strong still, even like this, even without his muscled form. He’s too strong and he’s already hurt you and now you’ll hate him, just like he worried, just like he catastrophized over and over in his head.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” he quickly blurts, dropping your hand. (Should he tend to you? Should he kiss your wrist where he injured you? It’s all happening too fast.) “It’s just—it’s just been so hard to love you from the shadows.”

You rub your wrist and hold it against your chest. “Love me?”

Is there a hint of softness in your voice? Is it pity? It doesn’t matter—it’s enough .

“Of course.” Toshinori drops to his knees at your bedside, places one large hand on either side of you, trapping you where you sit. You can’t run away, not yet, not now, not when he’s finally being pushed into action. You’re everything he needs and now you’re right here in his grasp. “Please. Just let me show you, and I promise I’ll be everything you could ever need. Just—just don’t reject me. Okay?”

You swallow thickly, nodding. “Okay. Sure. Whatever you want.”

As if you could ever have a choice.

[spideyhexx]

soft billy thought is that especially after the stargazing scene with his father i always think about how romantic he could find stargazing as a date especially with like a boss’s/sheriff’s daughter reader where he sneaks you out of your room to take you stargazing in the middle of the night

(accidentally falling asleep out there and having to rush you back as the sun is rising and it leaves for some very rushed kisses goodbye but you assure him it was the best night possible as he apologizes for keeping you out all night)

yeah :(

He’d probably choose that as your nightly activity after he knows you had a bad day. While Billy can’t be seen conversing with you during the day, he still overhears things, talk in town, about how hard your father was on you when you did the daily trip into town for supplies and food with him, which ended up in a scene, you getting scolded and humiliated by him right in the town center.

So Billy makes sure his evening is free. He doesn’t know if you’re gonna busy, he doesn’t know if you even want to see him, but after giving himself some words of encouragement, he makes his way right outside your window, like he’s done countless times before.

You’re startled when you see him pop up but it’s no hesitation. You get off your bed and open it, immediately speaking to him in a hushed whisper, “I didn’t know if you were coming.”

Billy gives a look like that’s the most ridiculous thing you could’ve said, “no hello?” He teases, with a soft smile but he quickly says, “‘f course I’d come,” and he nods his head out towards the fields, asking you to come with him for a few hours.

Of course you say yes. Once you’re both on the ground, he gives you a proper hug, kissing the top of your head and rubbing your back, relaying that he heard what had happened as the two of you start to walk. You rant to him about your father like you typically do and Billy continues to feel frustrated that you’re stuck with him as a father, that you two are stuck hiding away.

But he’s quick to reassure you he’d hide forever if it meant getting to spend time with you. Once you get to a good spot (at his choice), you both lay in the grass on your backs, opposite ways but heads against one another, looking up at the sky. His fingers caress yours, and he speaks in his softer tone, pointing out any constellations he can pick out.

You both try to make your own and he’s silly with it, so you’d laugh. That was his purpose tonight anyways. To get you smiling. Calm. As some time passes, you eventually shift to actually lay with him, your head on his chest, fiddling with a button on his shirt.

“this had gotta be the most romantic thing you’ve ever done for me,” you tell him and he’s happy you can’t see his face right now because he’s blushing hard.

“I’ll do it all over again if it’ll make you smile like before,” Billy says, fixing your jacket on you so you’re more covered, you being cold was a worry of his but the way you lean into him, he can tell you’re comfortable.

It was already in his mind that he had to get you back to your room, but the comfort do you against him and the crisp air lulled you both to sleep. It’s near sunrise when you wake, immediately panicking and shaking him awake.

He’s groggy and rubbing at his eyes as he sits up and puts his hat back on, standing up, tugging on your hand to help you stand. Billy’s got a tight grip on your hand the whole way back, terrified he’s ruined this and your father would find out.

“‘M so sorry, honey, I won’t fall asleep like that next time, you were just so…it was just so…,” he trails off and looks back to you once you stop under your window, your hands reaching to cradle his face and give his lips a quick peck.

“None of that apologizing. Was the best night, Billy.”

He looks into your eyes, with stars in his own, silent for a moment like he’s zoned out on you and your admiration. It makes you chuckle and pat his cheek, “Billy, I gotta go.”

“Right, yeah,” he chuckles, flushing, and gives your lips a peck too, then again, and again, smiling as your grin gets wider. He can’t he’ll but place small little kisses to your cheek and chin and jaw as you’re pulling away.

He stops reluctantly when he has to help you back up into your room and he turns his head expectantly, and you place a long, lingering kiss on his cheek.

“Have a good day, Billy,” you say to him, and he nods, “you too, honey,” before he leaves.

[upsidedownwithsteve]

bestie. babe. light of my days. i’m absolutely in love with your “Pretty Boy” fic and just the whole concept of a reader that is more cocky than Steve and gets him flustered and shit. it’s chef’s kiss. and while I’m glad when you write literally anything, I would looooove reading more from this dynamic. but regardless you deserve all the forehead kisses the world has to offer. ❤️🌚

18+

“You look so pretty,” you hummed, pleased and greedy with your gaze, staring down at the boy beneath you.

Steve smiled, bashful, cheeks a rosy pink, eyes a little glassy. You palmed at his chest, happy to touch all the bare skin he had on show for you. You loved him like this, a little desperate, pliable and greedy for you, eager to please and do as he was told. It made your chest rise and fall a little faster, lips bitten and hips rolling over his.

Your underwear was damp, slick and sticking to you, the rest of your body bare. Steve was in the same state, cock straining against his boxers, leaking at the tip as he nudged at your cunt, the hard length of him sitting sweet against your clothed slit.

“The prettiest boy, you know that?” You whispered, fingertip drawing a line over his clenched jaw, the stubble there. “Could just spend all day looking at you like this.”

Steve groaned, eyes fluttering shut, the flush on his cheeks deepening, hips bucking upwards. His hands - that had been lying pliant on your spread thighs - sought more skin upwards, fingers tucking into the sides of your underwear and grabbing the bare skin underneath.

“Baby, c’mon, I can’t— I can’t…” Steve was murmuring, voice hoarse, tongue licking over his bottom lip and you suddenly wanted to spend another hour making out with him, letting him strip you as you pulled at his clothes too. “I’m going fucking crazy, here.”

You grinned and leaned down, breath hitching when Steve took the opportunity to grab at your ass. He looked flustered as you bent to him, tits crushed to his chest, like he hadn’t had you like this a hundred times before. Decades could pass and Steve would still look at you like you were the best thing he’d ever fucking seen.

“You are?” You taunted, lips ghosting over his own, a barely there kiss that had him squirming under you. “Poor baby. What do you want?”

“You,” Steve answered on a breath, desperate. “Wanna make you feel good- can I? Please baby.”

You pouted, nose brushing against Steve’s as you lifted your hips from his, loving the way he groaned at the loss of contact, missing the weight of you on his cock instantly. “Yeah? Wanna make me come?”

Steve nodded, swallowing hard and his Adam’s apple bobbed, eyes fixed on you as you moved. You smiled down at him, pressed a sweet kiss to his lips before shifting up his body. Steve swore under his breath, fingers pushing into the dough of your ass, dragging over your skin as you made you up his chest.

“Oh fuck, fuckfuckfuck yes,” the boy groaned in relief, in excitement, as you settled your knees on the mattress either side of his head. “You’re a dream, Jesus Christ, baby, god yeah, lemme just—”

Steve tilted his chin up, pressed his nose to the top of your cunt, nudging until he found your clit and made you keen. His tongue followed, kitten licking a slow stripe over your underwear, making the damp spot there even wetter. You cried out, unable to help yourself as you grabbed at the headboard and Steve grabbed at your thighs, coaxing you down on him.

“Stevie,” you praised breathily, hiccuping a soft laugh when he groaned into you in reply. You felt his hips kick up behind you, bucking into the air as he tried to gain some release. “Fuck, handsome, that’s it, you’re so good to me, you know that?”

Steve nipped at your thigh, a hand running the length of your spine, up and down until he landed on your ass, gripping tight and making you rock yourself over his mouth. His mouth was made for this, lips pink and soft, plush and ready for you as they kissed over your centre, licking at the seam of skin where your thigh met your cunt.

“Get them out of the way for me, honey, c’mon.”

You could tell Steve was desperate when he got bold like that, voice a dirty rasp, pupils blown wide and lost in you.

You smiled, one hand flirting with the lace edge of your underwear, fingers tucking into the side, ready to pull it out of the way for Steve and his mouth. “Say please, pretty boy.”

Steve whined, a strangled sound that made your cunt clench around nothing. But almost immediately: “please baby, fuck - please, please, show me, yeah? Wanna see how wet you are for me.”

And how could you say no to that? How could you ever even think you could deny the boy anything?

So you hooked two fingers into the lace, pulling it aside and biting down on the inside of your cheek when Steve groaned loudly, looking at your like a man starved. He waited until you could dropped yourself down onto him a little more, his tongue out and flat for you to rock yourself on. His hands curled around the soft skin behind your bent knees, thumbs rubbing encouragingly, and you whined for him.

A sigh escaped his lips, warm air fluttering over you as he dragged his tongue through your folds, pushing the tip of it over your clit, pressing sweet kisses there as you whispered garbled praises and soft terms of endearment.

That’s all he really wanted - hearing you fall to bits for him, coming apart on his tongue. But when you reached back and tugged at his cock, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to behave, if he had it in him to not flip you onto your back and take you the way he wanted to.

No - he waited, patient and glassy eyed until you had him groaning and thrashing under you, only manhandling you back into his lap when you said he was allowed to.

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[footballffbarbiex]

Same Time Next Week

player: trent alexander arnold words: 1335 request and warning: 500 + words -  you/your - Smut -  Smut with her asking him to cum on her face and him hesitating at first even though he really wants to.

Trent is almost breathless before you as you dip and bob your head, filling your mouth with as much of his cock as you possibly can while one of your hands covers the rest of the final inches to pretend it’s part of your mouth; ensuring that every last inch of him is stimulated. Your other hand is cupping and massaging his balls, an action which had him almost buckling his knees as his vision had all but burst into white noise. His eyelids had grown heavy as he’d bitten down on his lip and resisted bucking into your mouth, knowing you’d stop at the first sign of him trying to take control once more.

“I swear each time you suck my dick, you try to make me cum earlier and earlier.”

“It means I’m doing it better each time then,” you grin, holding his cock at an angle and remove the hand from the base of his cock, instead putting it at the head and lick from the bottom to the top in one long motion with the flat of your tongue.

“Fuuuuck,” he hisses and licks his lips hurriedly, not wanting to miss a single second. You make perfect eye contact with him as you do it again, taking your sweet time before swirling your tongue around the tip and lick away the few dots of pre-cum that’s gathered.

“Trent?”

“Hmm?”

“I want you to cum on my face tonight, baby.” You say it in your sweetest of voices and try not to laugh at his expression. He’s wide eyed, lips parted in shock as he tries to work out if you’re simply trying to get a reaction out of him or being serious. “Yes? No?”

“You’re not being serious. I’m not falling for it.” But he has. Hook, line and sinker. You see the way he swallows hard, his breathing has his chest rising and falling faster and his cock twitches. You remain silent, your hand pauses on his cock while the hand below keeps playing. He can’t make a logical decision while you’re doing this and you know this, making it a little cruel to do so.

“Are you gonna cum on my face or not, T?”

“Fucking hell babe, you keep talking like that and I will.”

“Good, that’s what I want,” you reply, your hands moving back in sync again and you keep your eyes fixed on his face.

You always thought Trent looked magnificent during sex. There was just something that blossomed within him during these moments that simply wasn’t there any other time. The way he’d switch between taking control and trying not to lose his own was something else and this, with your confession of need, he was on a very thin line between teetering into losing control.

“Tell me you want it too,” you try again, desperate now to get him to admit he wants this. “Because I’ve thought about it. A lot.” you add before swirling your tongue around the head once more and taking it between your lips.

It wasn’t a complete lie, you did think about it. He’d been happy to cum everywhere else. Over your back, your ass, over your tits and down onto your belly until it pooled in your belly button. He was more than happy to turn your body into a J. Pollock canvas but the question to finally claim the last piece had just never been uttered.

“Please let me cum,” he whimpers, such a beautiful sound from someone who towers above you and leaves you feeling very much in control in this moment.

“Where?”

There’s a hesitation, a loud swallow that you can see from your knees as you peer up at him before he finally says, “I want to cum on your face.”

“Why didn’t you just say so?” you grin and the growl that sounds makes its way from his chest, a low, deep rumbling that goes through him. You remove your hands, replacing them with one on his thigh and the other just at the base to help angle his cock perfectly as you sink your lips down his shaft. With each bob of your head, you take a little bit more of him an inch or so at a time.

Spit gathers rapidly in your mouth, occasionally dribbling out from the corners of your mouth and dripping down onto the rest of his shaft, acting as a lubricant as you continue to suck his dick. When your gag reflex threatens to kick in, your throat muscles tensing and contracting and threatening to expel him from your body.

You keep going, taking shallow sucks of him when it becomes too much and only pick it back up again when you feel comfortable, determined to get him there as quickly as possible now. His eyes never leave your mouth, watching as your lips envelope him until he has no choice but to put his hands on your shoulders and pushes you off him.

“I’m not far off,” he says, waiting until you make yourself comfortable before he takes his dick within his grasp and begins to stroke. Trent focuses primarily on the head and first few inches, stroking several times before rounding the head with his palm - biting his lip as he does so from the sensitivity. You wait patiently, your pussy clenching and begging to be touched which you hope will come once he has. The tip of his cock deepens with colour each time his hand pulls back up and you find yourself almost hypnotised by his motions.

“I’ll try not to get it in your eye,” he says through gritted teeth.

“Or up my nose,” you add and smooth the hair from your face, not wanting a hair disaster from unconventional hair gel.

His hand increases its speed, the sound of skin on skin as he quickly strokes himself, only for his legs to begin to tremble and it’s now that you close your eyes. You’d love nothing more than to watch as he finally climaxes, but the chances of it indeed going in your eye stops you. You’re left listening to his soft moans and the way his breathing becomes more and more unsteady.

“Fuck, fuck. Fuck baby,” he all but mewls and just as you debated a chance opening of your eyes, you feel the first spurt of warmth hit your cheek. The rest follows in quick succession, dripping over your cheeks, lips and from your chin onto your chest and tits. It’s warm, sticky and messy and you’ll absolutely need to be cleaned up and helped with that.

As the euphoria begins to lift for him and your eyes flutter open, thankful there’s nothing there to stick them together and burn, he quickly comes to his senses. “Wish you’d said before, I might have been able to get something beforehand to help.” Trent wants to chuckle a little but each time he looks down and sees what he’s done, he can feel his softening cock wanting to twitch back into life. “Stay.” he commands, not that you wanted to move because the drips were running into one another and creating a steady stream between your breasts.

When Trent returns, he comes with wet clothes and towels, before kneeling down in front of you and uses the towel to wipe your skin down whilst trying not to smear it too much. By the time the damp cloth hits your skin, it’s a welcome feeling - though the thought of Trent helping to clean you up, even if it was because of his mess, it feels very intimate.

“Thank you,” you give him a smile as he kisses you on the forehead. “Same time next week then?” You ask cheekily and receive the much needed laugh from him to break the seriousness that’s washed over the two of you. “Help me up? I might let you give me two orgasms now instead of one.”

“Just two? Nah, I don’t think so…”

[phantomraeken]

"I know you're in pain" ─ Teen Wolf ─ Derek Hale

A/N : Hi! My writing isnt the best! This will be a series of stories of our m!reader being in pain and how our Teen Wolf babies would react!

Character: Derek Hale

Warnings: Blood and gore

Y/N had many encounters with hunters. He was rarely scraped in the process of these encounters. Nothing some bandages and a lot of rest (that derek insisted on) wouldn't fix. Today was no different. He hadn't even been seaking out these people. He'd been sat at the bar of a coffee shop talking to the barista. They'd went to high school together a while back. He was a sweetheart, or so Y/N thought. Until an hand met his left shoulder. It was fine until the hand gripped. Hard. Y/N gently swiveled his head to meet the womans gaze. Before he could get a word out she shoved him out of the wooden bar stool on to the hard tile floor. He hadn't gotten a grip of the whole situation until he heard the bar stool hit the floor beside him.

"What the hell?" Y/N spat at the woman trying to push himself up. Her foot met his chest shoving him back down. Knocking the wind out of the boy. He let out a harsh breath. Y/N finally caught his breath and spoke again, his eyes shooting daggers at the dark haired woman. "Need something?"

"Awww, the wolfy is all mad." Her voice taunted his ears. His heart jumped as those words slipped through her painted red lips. Y/N went to grab her boot but the moment his hand met her shiny boot she pulled out a blade.

"Fuck off!" Y/N growled, his eyes sparked gold before returning to their natural (e/c) state.

"Cute." She smiled, a shit eating smile. A smile that made Y/N's anger rise. The woman slowly leaned down, her knees met the floor on either side of the boys torso. Her blade was waved in his face. Silver.

Y/N tried to move from her grip but suddenly pain throbbed through his upper right arm, she'd dug the blade through his arm making it stuck. He reached his other arm over his chest to pull it out. She clicked her tonuge. Suddenly, in one swift moment she grabbed Y/N's wrist and shoved it above his head. She pulled another blade out slashing it across his chest.

Y/N let out a shriek of pain. What more could he do? This hunter was insane. Before he could speak again her voice filled the silent café. "Your kind killed my family. Your father killed my family, Y/N L/N." Anger filled her voice. "And now I've come to repay you the favor, dear boy. Don't think any of your friend are safe either."

Y/N finally howled, it ended in a scream of pain. The lady laughed at his horrible noise. He watched as one of the workers covered his ears. Y/N was done. He ripped his hand out of the womans grasp. With the violent jerk his whole body moved, throwing her off of him. Though, it did result in the blade that was stuck in his arm cutting him further. Finally Y/N pulled the blade from his arm and threw it to the side.

The door quite litterly flew open and off its hinges. He couldn't even watch where it went. When it met a wall he winced at the horid noise. "Little late, don't you think?" Y/N gave a small, pained smile as he looked back to see Isaac, Boyd, Erica, and his lover boy, Derek Hale himself.

"Sorry honey. Figured you could hold your own." Derek spoke in his usual comanding tone, it was laced with sas and genuine care. Y/N pushed himself up before a new pain met his leg. He looked down at the woman. "Okay, now she's-"

"Really?" Y/N interrupted Derek. "Hun," He knelt down his gaze meeting hers. "I'll meet you in hell! Say hi to Peter for me, will you?" His free foot jerked to meet her face, sliding her back a few feet. "Nice blade too." He pulled the knife out of his leg. Y/N gave the blade a good look before throwing it. The blade met her head.

"Fuc-" Y/N's body finally gave out. Boyd quickly caught him and knelt down so Y/N wouldn't fall on the floor.

The world slowly went black, muffled voices filled Y/N's ears. Some of it was panicked, some was just pure anger.

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Y/N gained consciousness after a few painfully long hours for Derek. He was sat beside the unconscious body of his boyfriend. Derek had insisted that Y/N stayed at his place instead of a hospital.

His fingers were intertwined with the (s/c) boy. Derek didn't want to seem weak in front of the people who needed him. He finally broke down and started sobbing.

Y/N couldn't move, just listen to the chokes that slipped out of Derek's mouth. As he regained some strength he gave a small squeeze to Derek's hand. This was rewarded with a small kiss to his knuckles.

"You're alive." Derek spoke quietly.

Y/N managed to sit up. A spike of pain hit his chest. He let out a gasp and gritted his teeth. Derek's hand met his cheek.

"It hurts." Y/N gasped out. Normally he had a high pain tolerance but his chest was his weak spot. Derek gave a gentle shush like noise.

"I know honey. It's going to be okay. I'm here, Y/N. I'll take care of you. Okay?" Derek spoke sternly. Y/N knew Derek ment well. It was just his way of talking. "You need rest. Lay down. Now."

"Der, I can take care of myself. Ple-" Y/N was quickly cut off.

"No. I love your independence, really. But you need to trust me and rest. You're healing at the speed of a human this time." Derek spoke sternly. His eyes glowed red and a growl escaped his lips. "You need to lay down."

"Okay, okay. I'll rest." Y/N slid back into a laying position before giving a small pat to the bed beside him. "You should rest too. You're stressing to much about me. Please."

Derek couldn't resist your cute face, he loved the small smiles you gave him. Everything about you was perfect to him. He gave in and slipped under the blankets with you. He very, very gently wrapped his arms around you. Like you were fragile.

"Derek." Y/N started. Derek pushed his face into the smaller boys neck, his breath ghosting over it. In response to his name he gently hummed. "I'm not fragile, you know?" Derek moved his face so the two boys locked eyes.

"I'm scared I'll-" Y/N cut him off with a kiss.

Derek melted into the kiss a small smile played at the sides of his mouth.

Once Derek shifted to make both boys more comfortable Y/N was asleep in seconds. Derek loved when his boyfriend fell asleep in his arms. He knew he wouldn't sleep. Derek had to watch and make sure Y/N's chest was still rising and falling.

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It had been a few days sense the incident. Y/N had finally started showing signs of healing. Today was his first day out of bed, against Derek's word. It took him a few tries to get out of bed but he found his footing. Y/N slipped on Derek's slippers, they were a bit big on him but comfortable. He didn't know where his boyfriend was but he'd find him.

Midway down the hall the silence was interupted by Derek's deep voice, "Y/N, why are you out of bed? I'm glad you're feeling better but you need to rest."

Y/N spun on his heels, losing his footing and falling on to his knees. Derek ran over letting out a sigh.

"I wanted to come see you. I was lonely." Y/N pouted. Derek scooped him up bridal style. Y/N let out a frustrated sigh and leaned back so his head was hanging back.

"You need to heal. You can sit with me but you need to lay down." Derek's gaze sofened.

"Fine." Y/N grumbled, a small growl played in his throat.

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A/N: SOFT DEREK HALE BABYYYYY. I hope you liked it and let me know who you'd like next!!

[strangernstranger]

At Home Haircuts

Eddie x Fem Reader request

Summary: Turns out, Eddie isn’t very good at cutting his own hair and calls on his best friend to fix it for him. (Fluffy mutual pining.)

Inbox is open for requests!

——— “It’s bad. It’s really bad.” Eddie paced back and forth across your kitchen. The hood of his jacket was pulled snuggly over his head to hide his mistake.

“Well, how will I know if I can fix it if you won’t let me see it!?” You flung your hands up as you spoke. Eddie had called you earlier to explain his predicament. In hindsight, it was a mistake trying to cut his own hair. His over confidence had clouded his judgment. How hard can it be? He thought. He quickly realized how wrong he was in that assumption. You were the only person he trusted to fix the mess he had made and you were happy enough to oblige. Anything for your friend.

“Okay okay okay! Just…promise you won’t laugh?” Eddie bit at his thumb, sure you would shame him for what he had done. With closed eyes and a deep sigh, he pushed the hood off of his head, revealing his at-home-hack-job.

“Oh wow.” Your eyes widened at the sight, chunky gaps in Eddie’s beautiful hair.

“It’s ruined. I knew! SHIT!” Eddie panicked.

“No! It’s not ruined! It’s just…not what I expected. But, totally salvageable!” You placed your hands on your best friends shoulders to steady him. “We can fix this. We just gotta wash it first.”

“Wash it?” He questioned.

“Um yea. Cutting wavy hair while it’s dry? That was your first mistake. Now, wait here, I’ll get the stuff.”

———

Eddie sniffed at the shampoo bottle, raising a brow at it’s strawberry scent as you folded a towel over the ledge of the kitchen sink for support. Pulling a stool to the sink, you patted the seat for Eddie to sit down.

“Have a seat, big boy.” You smiled.

“I’m gonna smell like a girl.” Eddie laughed before pulling his shirt over his head, exposing his bare chest. You blinked at the sight, fumbling the shampoo bottle as you pried your eyes away. “Sorry…just didn’t wanna get my shirt wet, Y’know?” He walked to where you stood, and sat down on the stool. He lifted his curls off his shoulders as he draped his head backwards over the sink, neck resting on the towel you had prepared for him.

“Y-yea. Makes sense.” You tried to play it cool, but you were a little flustered seeing Eddie shirtless for the first time. He looked good. You eyeballed the tattoo on his chest as you checked the water’s temp. You pulled the sprayer to close, gradually saturating his hair. “How’s that? Is it too cold?” You questioned.

“Feels good.” Eddie sighed, relaxing into the warmth and the scent of your perfume as you leaned in close. You rubbed small circles over his scalp drawing a satisfied smile from your best friend.

“You really should’ve came to me first.” You lightly scolded as you lathered in the shampoo. Eddie groaned happily at the feeling.

“I know. I thought I could do it though.” He chuckled in his shame. If he knew this was the treatment he would be given, he would’ve called you first thing. He kept his eyes closed, enjoying the attention. You watched the rise and fall of his chest as you rinsed your friend’s hair. You took notices of his feature like never before. You always thought he was a good looking guy but in that moment, he was beautiful. He opened his big brown eyes, resting them on you. “Thank you.” He smiled warmly which sparked something in you. You almost hated to tell him you were done. You could stare at him like that all day.

——— You two carried out idle conversation as you scissored portions of Eddie’s long hair. Blending the choppy mistakes previously made. Bits a hair fell to Eddie’s shoulder. You leaned in close, pursing your lips to blow it away. Your warm breath against his neck was enough bring a pleasant shiver.

“What do you think?” You crossed your fingers in hopes your friend would approve.

“That’s amazing! You actually fixed it. Holy shit.” Eddie shook his hair and tilted his head to the side to examine it further in the bathroom mirror.

“Maybe next time we can put a little color in it? Maybe a little red streak right here?” You dangled a stand of hair in front of Eddie’s face, tickling his nose. You laughed as he swatted it away.

“No! No way! My hair is virgin and I’m keeping it that way!”

“That’s not the only thing about you that screams virgin.” You picked up your eyebrows in a comedic expression as you mumbled your remark. Eddie narrowed his eyes, peering at you over his shoulder. You twisted his face back to the mirror. “Hold still, I missed a piece.”

“Bet I’ve pulled more than you.” He scoffed.

“Y’know, Munson…I don’t doubt that a single bit.”

“Hold on…are you calling me a slut or are you-? You’re a virgin aren’t you!?” He spun around in the chair to face you directly.

“No, no! Not a virgin…just don’t have very many notches in my bed post. That’s all.” You shrugged coyly before grabbing his face once again to turn him around. You returned to snipping at his mop of hair.

“So what’s your magic number then?” Eddie was all ears. You had never talked about your sex life. He couldn’t help but be curious.

“Two.”

“Just two?”

“Only two.” You nodded. “BUT they were boyfriends so sex was…I guess you can say consistent?” To Eddie’s surprise, your little comment sparked something in him he didn’t expect. His mind filled in the gaps where details lacked. Images of you, mouth opened and back arched flooded his head. He watched your reflection in the mirror as you ran your hands through his hair. Your touch was so soft and attentive. He wondered how it felt on bare skin. Or how you liked to be touched. Eddie blinked hard at his reflection to bring himself out of the trance. He felt guilty for thinking of you in such a way. After all, you were his best friend. But he would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought of you before. “What about you?” You questioned. “You keep a little black book of names?”

“Noo. It’s four. Four people. But they were all hookups or short term things. Y’know, girls mad at their boyfriends or looking to piss off daddy. Nothing meaningful.”

“Hey, still counts though!” You shrugged.

“Yea, but I want more than a one night stand…or 5th period in the janitor’s closet.”

“EDDIE YOU DIDNT.” You gasped in amusement.

“I did.” He grinned devilishly. “Heather Mills. But that was it for us. I tried talking to her after that. Asked her out. Instead she ditched me for Billy Hargrove. I guess she wanted a ‘bad boy’ but realized I’m just some freak who plays fantasy games.” Eddie smiled half heartedly, trying to play off the lingering sting of the other girl’s actions. You rested your chin on Eddie’s shoulder.

“You really liked her didn’t you?”

“No…I just liked the idea of having someone. Anyone.” That wasn’t entirely the true. He wanted you. He had for a while but lacked the courage to tell you.

“Eddie, any girl would be lucky to be your girlfriend. Heather was out of her mind passing on you like that.” You hugged his neck, resting your cheek to his as you looked at your reflections. “And if she slept with Billy, she probably has herpes now. Be glad you got there first.” Eddie laughed before lifting his hand to tussle the hair at the back of your head

“You always know just what to say…..that’s why you’re perfect.” The words didn’t come from a place of confidence. Rather a lack of a filter. Your eyes grew wide as you waited for the moment to be offset by a joke that never came. “Shit…did I- was that-?”

“Y-You think I’m perfect.” You stared at your friend stunned in disbelief.

“Well…yea. You’re smart, funny…hot as hell. You-” Eddie’s admission was cut short. Before you could stop yourself, you pressed your lips into his, cupping his face in your hands. His hand hesitated momentarily before sliding into your hair. He deepened the kiss, desperately moving closer. You pulled away with a nervous laugh. Your cheeks blossoming into a rosy hue as Eddie’s dimples deepened with his smile. “Sooo, do I owe you for that or just the haircut?” He breathed a laugh as you rolled your eyes.

“Take me out and we’ll call it even?”

“…like a date?” Eddie’s eyes lit up at the notion. You grinned sheepishly with a nod. Almost on instinct, he pulled you in for another desperate kiss. You smiled against his lips. He slipped away just enough to speak. “I’ll take you anywhere you wanna go, sweetheart.”

[tiyawnyana]

Kinktober: Day 10

Knife Kink

A/N: kinda struggled with this one tbh but I think this paid off, (this can be seen as a continuation of day 5) it's a little silly but I think it feels more realistic for two young adults exploring kinks and such

Pairing: Lo'ak x (fem) Human character

Warnings: primal play I think?, caught, cnc sorta but majorly planned, knife kink, laughing bits

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You dart behind a tree, taking deep and shaky breathes while trying to remain quiet through your mask. A small grin grows on your lips but you're quick to stifle it, not wanting to get cocky.

You peek your head around one side of the tree, looking for who was chasing you only to be met with nothing lurking. You exhale softly before turning back, moving to walk forward when an arm loops around your waist, tugging you against their firm chest.

"Got ya," the voice is husky, breath warm against your neck in a soft tickle and you can't help the giggle rising from your throat.

Lo'ak sighs dramatically,"Hey, c'mon, be serious.. you wanted to try this, ok?"

"I know, I know, sorry- serious face on," You snicker but he wraps his big hand around your throat, a startled gasp coming from you.

"You smell delicious, tawtute.. all mine for the taking, huh?" He grazes his lips over your neck, a smirk apparent on his features. He takes hold of your arms, fastening them behind your back tight enough to surely leave a questionable mark.

You're breathing shakily, chest heaving. He gropes along your front, cupping your tits and groaning into your ear.

"Tawtute.. such an interesting body.." He grips the back of your neck, moving you back to the tree where he turns you around and presses down on your shoulder, forcing you to kneel. In turn, he kneels down with you,"I can't wait to see more of it."

He brandishes his knife from his hip, taking a firm hold on the bottom of your tank top before cutting the fabric open.

You gasp in alarm, jerking yourself backwards only to hit the tree.

"Yeah, you're not goin' anywhere," he smirks, yanking you forward by your sports bra before he too cuts through it. He rolls the fabric down your arms to bunch down at your tied wrists. He groans, staring at your boobs hungrily while you look away in embarrassment. He takes his knife, lightly touching your chin and turning your gaze back to his, narrowing his eyes at you before trailing the blade down the column of your throat,"eyes on me, paskalin."

You gulp and nod shakily, biting your lower lip. Your chest heaves with nerves as he trails that knife down between the valley of your breasts, then over one hardened nipple. The coolness of it against your skin has you jumping, and he grins. He puts his knife back at his hip, then he's cupping your tits. He squeezes the flesh and you release a shocked moan, clenching your eyes shut as he pinches at your nipples. He's then leaning down, pinching one and sucking the other between his teeth. You choke out a whine, head tilting back.

"You taste delicious, paskalin.." He groans, then leans back and lifts his knife again. He trails it softly down your belly, a shiver rolling down your spine when he hooks it over the seam of your gym shorts; he's quick to grab the fabric, lifting it from your body and cutting open the crotch of your shorts, managing to cut through your panties too.

You huff in frustration and Lo'ak poorly conceals a snicker, quickly shaking his head to get back into character.

You can help yourself as you bite your lip, chest shaking lightly with a laughter.

He quickly gets back on track, tracing his fingers over your leaking pussy, thumbing between your folds to tease against your clit.

A soft sigh of shameful bliss falls from your lips to which he smirks fondly at before quickly untying his tewng. His cock stands hard, now pressing against your belly as he fixes your position. He still hovers over you, but drags your legs over his hips. He grips around your waist, lifting you and angling his cock at your hole, gently prodding at first before pressing your body down onto his length.

"Mmph," you bite your lip, covering your moan just barely,"it's too big-"

"You can take it-" He groans as the tip sinks into your tight walls,"you will take it."

He drags you down, inching himself in almost urgently until he bottoms out and you struggle to breathe; he fills you up completely, feeling like he was reaching your lungs. You breathe shakily, head rolling back.

His hips roll, grinding into you roughly as you pant, biting your lip so hard you taste blood.

"Shit- fuck, tiyawn I don't think I'm gonna last," Lo'ak groans, cupping the back of your head with one hand while lifting you up and down his length with the other wrapped around your midsection. You can't help but feel like a living sex sleeve and the thought has you unconsciously tightening around him. He groans deeply, leaning in to kiss at your throat, sucking a mark at your pulse point.

He stops for a moment, leaning up on his knees and presses you into the tree, rough bark on your back. You hiss in slight pain but it's quickly replaced by a punched out moan as he bucks into you hard, a punishing rhythm growing, his cock pummeling into you. He grabs your ass and thigh, spreading you open and rolling his hips harder and harder.

He manages to slip a hand down to rub hard circles against your clit,"C'mon, cum on my cock. You know you want to," with a grin. He then bites into the side of your neck, staking his claim.

Your eyes roll back as your pussy tightens around him. You cum hard and long, and he doesn't let up on his thrusts.

"Gonna fill you up-" He pants, gazing down at your body and grabbing at one of your boobs,"Everyone will know you're mine, paskalin."

You nod weakly, panting and groaning as his cock drags hot against your inner walls.

He thrusts one, two, three more times and he's stilling his hips against yours, cumming deeply inside of you, craning his head back with a guttural groan.

You remain there for a moment before you slump against him; he leans back and ushers you to fully lay against him as he gently unties the binds on your wrists. He lifts them to his lips where he kisses soft and tender.

"Are you alright, tahni?"

You 'mm-hm' in response, regaining your breath still and he grins softly, kissing your shoulder.

After a little while of you laying against him and his hands gently rubbing up and down your back, you yawn.

"D'you have those spare clothes I gave you?" You shakily lift yourself up from his chest, dopey smile on your lips.

"Oh shit."

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A/N: I thought this was sweet tbh I liked writing those little bits where they're trying to not laugh for the sake of the kink

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[silverofthunder]

◦ good for me ◦

Copia x transmasc!Reader

content: 630 words, slight dom/sub vibes (i guess?), romance, a bit of teasing, SFW

this is a request by @darkhairedmenrule who wanted some transmasc Reader with any of the Papas (i chose Copia). hope this is at least close to what you wanted. ❤️

"You're doing it again." "Doing what?" "Thinking too much," Copia answered, coming to stand behind you and bending down to slide his arms around you. "I can armost hear what you're thinking." You sighed, tilting your head so that you could look at Copia. "Oh, is that so?" you asked, teasing, and as Copia gave a slight nod, you continued. "And what am I thinking then?" Copia let his gaze go over your desk filled with papers and notes. "That you're not good enough for the position you have now."

You lowered your gaze, Copia's words hitting right home. Despite you having been in your new job position for a while, you still had doubts, felt like you could do better. Most of the time those doubts where just a passing thought but today was one of those harder days when it all seemed to fall on your shoulders and thus you hadn’t gotten much work done. The evidence sat on the desk, almost mocking you.

Soon a hand settled under your jaw and Copia gently forced you to look at him. "But that's not true," he spoke softly, his eyes studying your face. "You're more than qualified for the job and you're so good, topolino." The way Copia's voice changed made something move within you. His thumb brushed the corner of your mouth, the touch sending shivers running through you. Instinctively you parted your lips and Copia smiled, the look in his eyes turning more intense. "That's more like it," Copia said, voice low, then dragging his thumb over your lower lip. "Always so good for me." Gasping you shifted in the chair, your eyes fixed on Copia who looked so pleased by your reactions. He leaned closer, placing a chaste kiss on your cheek and you were already melting. "Such a good boy," he spoke against your skin and you drew in a shaky breath. Copia let out a chuckle, pressing his thumb against your lip with more force and you opened your mouth more. "Mmh, always so eager to please me, mio caro." "Yes Papa," you breathed out, feeling the familiar tingle of warmth spreading in your body. Copia tapped your lip before withdrawing his thumb and claiming your lips with his. The angle was a bit of awkward but you couldn't bring yourself to care about it. You basked in the feeling how thoroughly, yet softly Copia kissed you. It was a promise of more but more importantly it conveyed all the love he had for you. Your heart swelled in your chest and as Copia soon pulled back, you tried to chase his lips. Copia chuckled lightly, his eyes having that spesial glint you loved so much. Then Copia took a hold of your hand and straightened himself up, gently motioning you to stand up, too. You glanced at your desk, hesitating, and Copia sighed. "Work can wait," he said, gently tucking your hand. "You need a break." He was right. You weren't now in the headspace to continue working so little break certainly wouldn't hurt. With a nod you stood up and Copia gave you a pleased smile. The look in his eyes seemed to soften even more as he looked at you. "Sei così bello," he then said, voice quiet and your heart melted at his words, smile rising to your lips. "So, my Prince Charming, will you do me the honor and join me in my chambers?"

The intensity, delight in Copia’s eyes was hard to resist and you didn’t even want to. You knew what would await you and even the thought alone was getting your whole body tingle of anticipation.

”Of course, my love,” you answered and with one last smile to you, Copia turned and started to lead you away from your office.

[cringecannon]

i am kind of going batshit insane and biting at the bars of my cage over the thought of a woman of the cloth, one oh-so ever devoted to their deity in soul and of body (i'm talking complete chastity; grade 'A' virgin) waging an internal WAR at the coaxing and prying of an incessant, hounding and horned up FREAK just constantly sniffing up their skirt (whether literally or figuratively is up to you, tee hee),,, honestly could play out w/ whoever, but like,,, hrmrnng gortash, kar'niss 'n astarion

Religion is your life. You chose a life of chastity and restraint willingly. You devoted your life to purity, and no one will make you stray from that path. No matter how hard they may try.

Serving as a religious advisor for the Archduke should've been simple. It was supposed to be simple. You keep to yourself and say nothing unless he asks. It worked for a time. Despite your best efforts to stay under the radar, you started to catch him staring at you. He'd follow you out of meetings, an easy smile on his face as he escorts you through the halls. Your skin prickles as you feel his eyes trail over you. In your peripheral you can see it- his gaze falling to where your hands are clasped in front of you, then up to your chest. You're thankful for the modesty of your robes, ensuring he can't see much- but it doesn't help the hot flush that suddenly rises in you. The hand that rests itself on your lower back doesn't help your flustered state. His hands drifts lower as he speaks, musing to himself as you fight to keep your composure. He'd like to get to know you better. The sudden heat that flashes through you when his fingers skim over you ass is almost unbearable. You'll join him for dinner, won't you? Of course you will.

Your stubbornness annoyed Astarion. It was bad enough having one hard to read cleric, two is just unnecessary. However, he had found through relentless persistence that you were slightly less impenetrable than the other. Not by much, though. While you were almost always far too helpful for his liking, you always drew the line at any intimacy outside him feeding on you. Every line and proposition he tries, you decline with grace. It's infuriating. Your eyes stay fixed to the ground whenever he stalks up, shoulders tense as he whispers sweet promises into your ear. Try to ignore it all you want, darling. He can hear the way your breath hitches when his chest presses against your back, and he can feel the pounding of your pulse when his lips brush against the side of your throat. Do you remember what he said, about you being his first? Well, he'd be more than happy to return the favor. A cold hand drifts over your chest and he salivates when he can feel your rapid heartbeat. What an effect his pretty words have on you. Say the word, love. Let him show you what you've been missing.

Kar'niss is completely enamored with you. Few could match his dedication to the Absolute, and fewer still interacted with him willingly. You worshipped with him, never condescended him, prayed for his safety whenever he had to leave the tower. He was convinced you were a blessing sent by the Absolute herself. Perfection given life. You never complained anymore when he touched you, brushing his nose against your jaw as he holds you from behind. He whispers frantically, one hand drifting to your thighs and gripping the fabric of your robes. The words are unintelligible, you're never sure whether he's praying or praising. His ramblings rarely make sense to anyone but him. He feels heat radiate off you as he slowly pulls up your robes inch by inch, ankle, calf, and knee exposed to his desperate hands. Perfect soul, perfect flesh. Worship with him. The Absolute demands satisfaction.

[oldiesstationlover11607]

Fairly Local - Blurryface/Tyler Joseph x reader

Relationship: Blurryface/Tyler Joseph × Reader

Warnings: Blurryface

Word Count: 1955

A/N: On the set of Fairly Local, Tyler decides to let Blurryface out.

Tyler had invited me to be on most of the sets for the Blurryface music videos, knowing I was interested in both his work and the filming process. This week the boys were focusing on Fairly Local, a video directed by Mark and designed by Tyler. I was glad he’d invited me onto the set. While Tyler had designed the music video to include Blurryface, I hated the idea of him deliberately switching into the headspace for it. We were standing outside the set. I was holding a mirror for Tyler while he applied his regular black paint to his hands and neck–something he’d started to do for this album cycle. 

“I still don’t think this is a good idea,” I muttered. My arm was growing tired as he spread the paint across his skin. We’d both found it funny how so many people thought they were tattoos despite the fact that half the time he didn’t have the paint on. 

“It’s going to be okay, trust me,” he urged, putting the bowl and brush down.

“I trust you, I just don’t trust him,” I defended, watching Tyler grab his red beanie and fix it on his head. 

“I’ve lived with him for years, I have it under control,” he reassured. We headed into the warehouse and through to the hallway where Tyler would be filming the majority of his Blurryface scenes. The hallway was lined with doorways and almost completely dark with the exception of a neon lit bar atop the door at the end. 

“Tyler I don’t want you forcing yourself into a position that’s going to be hard to get out of,” I continued to protest. Crew members were running around the sets, ensuring that everything was ready for the video. 

“Tyler you’ve got about 15 minutes before we start shooting,” a male in a black t-shirt with ‘crew’ written on it declared. Tyler nodded, grabbing my hand and slipping away through one of the doorways. The room was empty other than a clothing rack with the white jacket Tyler was going to wear in the video. He reached over, grabbing it and putting it on–it fit perfectly against his body, not too tight, not too baggy. 

“I’ve got a couple of scenes to shoot without him,” he sighed, running a hand over his head. I nodded, letting him go. We turned the lights off in the hallway, making the scene dark and snowy. Josh and I stood behind the camera watching the shoot. 

“I don’t know why you agreed to let him do this Josh,” I huffed, crossing my arms. Tyler was lip-syncing along to the lyrics of the song as they played it over the loudspeakers, his silhouette clear against the frosted glass. 

Josh turned to look at me. “If he thinks he can do it then he can do it. He’s made sure you’re here so if he needs you then he’s got you,” he explained. Josh was the voice of reason in our friendship, it was why when I would have panic attacks he was always the one to calm me down. If Josh thought Tyler was telling the truth then I should trust him, right? Tyler finished shooting the scenes and Mark moved onto Josh’s drum parts. Tyler grabbed my hand, dragging me back into the dressing room. I could practically feel the tension growing through his body. His chest was rising and falling slower than it normally would, his breath calm and slowed. 

“I need to change him over,” he declared. He stood in front of the mirror, closing his eyes and stretching his neck while I stood behind him. His hands rolled into fits, fingernails digging into his palms. A pained groan left his lips as his left hand went to grip his neck. “I’m ready,” he murmured, leaving the room. The crew had moved back into the hall and the neon light had been turned on, an orangey-red color filling the space. Josh returned to my side and Mark was standing behind the camera, watching the monitor. 

“How was your filming?” I asked, looking up at him. 

“Good, good. It’s fun playing my drums with snow on them,” he beamed. I laughed, knowing that the second Tyler came up with the idea we both knew Josh would love the idea. It was going to be 100% worth it, even with the amount of time it took to set up each drum so they’d be able to disappear throughout the scene. Tyler moved to stand below the neon light at the end of the hallway, closing his eyes and locking in. The music from the speaker continued to play as Mark called for the cameras to start rolling. 

“I know who I truly am, I truly do have a chance, tomorrow I'll switch the beat, to avoid yesterday's dance,” Tyler sang, looking away from the camera and keeping his stiff composure. It was as if he was speaking to the wall and in intense pain. I wanted desperately to yell cut and run to him but Josh had placed a hand on my shoulder, clearly sensing my worry. “Yo, this song will never be on the radio.” Tyler rolled his head around so he was staring down the camera lens in complete numbness. His eyes were glowing the same orangey-red color as the neon light, telling both Josh and I that Blurryface now had total control over Tyler. His eyes darted around as he continued to rap the lyrics, once to the wall and the short glimpse of a terrified Tyler appeared on his face, making my breath hitch in my throat. His eyes shot to the camera again before quickly leaving again. I could tell something was wrong, the feeling sat deep in my stomach. 

“Cut! That’s a wrap!” Mark called and the camera operator stopped recording. Tyler walked reservedly into the dressing room, Blurryface clearly still in control. I turned to Josh who was already looking at me. 

“Go Y/N, he’s going to need you,” he sighed. I left, walking in after Tyler. The room was hot, the windows covered with condensation from Tyler’s body heat. He was back in front of the mirror, staring at himself in seriousness. 

“Tyler?” I made myself known. His eyes darted to mine via the mirror, his back still to me. A large smirk grew on his face. 

“Hello Y/N. Long time no see, am I right?” he turned around in one swift motion, taking a step towards me. I nodded in response to him, trying not to show any emotion–Blurryface had a history of being able to sense my emotions and use them to his advantage. “I said, am I right?” he continued with a stronger tone this time. 

“Yes, it has been a while,” I responded, holding my own hand to stop it from shaking. 

“Interesting how Joseph thought he could come back after letting me out again. He’s naïve to even think he can keep me in.” He took the red beanie off and threw it onto a chair, causing me to jump.

“Ah, there she is. The real Y/N. You know, you’re pretty when you’re scared,” he smirked, taking another step towards me. Of course he had noticed it. 

“Tyler, I need you to take a deep breath and try to come back to me.” I ignored his words, trying to focus on getting Tyler back from inside his head. 

“You and I both know Tyler’s not here right now,” he smirked, curling a strand of my hair around his index finger. I continued trying to reach Tyler, the longer Blurryface was out the harder it was going to be to get Tyler back and make sure he was okay. 

“How can I get you to bring him back?” I asked, staying as still as I could while Blurryface navigated himself around me like a vulture stalking its prey. 

“Well that depends on what you’re willing to give me Y/N,” he said. 

“What do you want?” I seethed, not wanting to give in to Tyler’s inner demon. His facial expression fell slightly, a long sigh escaping his lips. For a second I thought Tyler had managed to fight back himself–returned without needing my help–but Blurryface snapped back. 

“I want to continue having a voice. I want you to talk to Tyler about giving me more of a voice,”  he muttered. Blurryface had never shown a side like this, something vulnerable, raw. He wanted a voice in Tyler’s story, and I understood that. I nodded, willing to do anything to get Tyler back. 

“Yeah–yeah I can do that,” I nodded, my agreement seeming to put him at ease.

“Good.” Blurryface stepped away from me, walking back toward the mirror and staring at himself once again. He took a deep breath and looked at me through the mirror. “It was nice seeing you again Y/N,” he spoke with sincerity, “until next time.” He closed his eyes, rolling his neck and letting out a painful wince. Tears left his eyes as they faded back to Tyler’s cool brown color. 

“Tyler?” I moved next to him, rubbing my hands up and down his arms. “Are you okay?” He shook his head, wiping away his tears. “What do you need? What can I do?” I pleaded. I knew he wasn’t going to be okay, that he would struggle to get back to himself. He was hyperventilating and panicking, I felt like there was nothing I could do to stop it. He grasped my hand and looked desperately into my eyes. 

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he cried, eyes bloodshot and hands shaking. 

“No, Tyler, it's okay. He’s gone, you’re okay,” I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my lips to his temple, trying to avoid the black paint on his skin. 

“I–I should’ve listened to you. I thought I had control but clearly–” he trailed off, muttering words to himself that I couldn’t hear. I sighed, running my hands over his shoulders and through his hair, trying to calm him down. 

“It’s okay, you’ve learned what you can handle and you’ve shot the video so he’s not going to come back for a while,” I reassured. He turned around to face me, his tired face on full display, dark circles and all. He needed rest desperately, he needed to go home. 

“Thank you for looking after me,” he croaked, pulling me in close.

“We should head home,” I suggested, packing up everything we needed into a duffle bag. Tyler nodded, staying relatively quiet, more so than usual. Josh walked past the doorway, stopping and furrowing his brows as if to ask if we were okay. I nodded, knowing Tyler would want to talk to him later rather than right now. We walked out of the warehouse and towards our car, Tyler getting in the passenger seat and I in the driver’s. Before I could start the engine he placed a hand on my thigh, capturing my attention. 

“You’re special Y/N, I don’t know what I would’ve done if you weren’t here today,” he breathed. A smile crept onto my face. “I mean it,” he urged. I didn’t know what to say, the love I had for this man grew with each and every moment we spent together, we were both special. 

“The feeling is mutual Ty, the feeling is mutual,” I smiled, starting the car and driving us home. Blurryface wouldn’t be bothering us for a long time and Tyler was going to be okay. The promise I’d made I would uphold, I just needed to find the right time to have the conversation–which wasn’t going to be any time soon.

//

Hope you enjoyed! Requests are open!

[rainbowwinedemon]

Another small piece from another au idea I want to write but can't yet bc i have to many wips

Joukai, cuz they have me obsessed

This is NSFW btw

“I didn’t come here to hear you talk,” Seto sits on the stool, crossing his arms and legs, titling his chin towards Jounouchi. “Take your pants off.”

Jounouchi quirks his lips, blowing the smoke and putting his cigarette between his lips —its expensive, the smoke smells like fresh mints, not like the cheap shit Setos smokes on his breaks—, while his hands work the button of his pants.

Once they’re halfway down his hips, and his cock it’s out, Jounouchi wraps a hand around it and starts stroking, shameless. Seto forces himself to look; Jounouchi’s cock it’s hard, red and wet at the tip, and he swaps his thumb over it to gather the precum and slick himself up. Seto raises his eyes, to Jounouchi’s face, and the asshole it’s smirking at him.

“Like what you see, pretty boy?” he grips himself harder, touching himself leisurely. “It’s all for you.”

“Shut up,” Seto snaps. Jounouchi chuckles, taking the cigarette with his free hand and flicking the ashes somewhere onto the floor, because it’s so fucking easy to dirt things up when you don’t have to clean up the mess. Seto gets angrier. He wants to humiliate him further. “What would you do to me, if I let you?”

Jounouchi curses, gripping the base of his cock tight and spreading his legs wider on the couch.

“Shit, baby,” Seto’s lips curls, he’s no one’s baby. “That’s my fucking favorite question.”

Seto waits, eyes fixed on the rise and fall of his chest through the unbuttoned shirt. Jounouchi has faded white scars lining his torso. It’s jarring against the image of constant privilege he exudes.

“I want to bounce you on my cock,” he starts, making Seto’s eyes snap back to his face. The cigarette is back between his lips while he takes a drag. “Raw, so you can feel every inch of me while I’m fucking you.”

Seto looks at him, uninterested. He leans his head against his palm and asks, “Is that it?”

Jounouchi mimics him, blowing up the smoke and stroking his dick faster. “Does it look like that’s it?”

This is where Seto realices he miscalculated. Jounouchi doesn’t care about the humiliation, he revels on it. He loves the attention, he loves the fact that Seto is looking at him, it doesn’t fucking matter if he’s disgusted, Seto just needs to look.

And he’s looking now.

“Gotta make you cum first,” Jounouchi goes on. “I want you fucked dumb on my cock, so you’ll beg me for me to finish inside you.”

He drags his hand over his shaft, tightening his grip on the head. He’s about to come, Seto can see it clearly. He doesn’ want to look at it, so he lifts his head, and gets locked up in Jounouchi’s heated gaze.

“Are you gonna beg me, Seto?”

[ruubric]

Quelle Surprise

A heat wave has pretty much overtaken the entire planet, but it still can't be as hot as Sanji railing you while muttering seductive French quotes in your ears that you barely understand.

WARNINGS: use of female pronouns and parts, oral stimulation, fingering, Sanji speaking French

Dedication: To @sanjisblackasswife, as a thanks for providing us with so much delicious and wholesome One Piece content. Love ya, girl <3

Also based off of this artwork by @sanjisblackasswife

The day is as unremarkable as it is long. The sun is low and hot, biting at your exposed shoulders from your place at the lookout point. You hum and tap your fingers against the wooden support that you lean against.

The waves are lapping at The Sunny, frothing and foaming as if they're twirled in some endless sort of dance. You sigh.

Bored. That's the only way to describe your mood.

You peer down and see Zoro walking along the deck with Luffy... or more accurately Luffy was tagging Zoro to try to satiate his own boredom.

"Yo, Zoro-" You call out.

"Shut up!" He instantly snaps without even looking at you.

"I haven't even said anything yet!"

"You didn't need to, I knew you were going to ask about Sanji," he shoots you a menacing glare as you cutely duck your head, guilty. "I don't know where he is, nor do I care!"

You scoff, "fine. I'll go look for him myself." You grab on a rope, and swing down to the two of them. You make sure to brush past Zoro as hard as you can (hurting your shoulder in the process), "thanks for nothing," you say as you go to the bedrooms.

"Anytime," he grumbles.

<3

You peek into the kitchen: No Sanji.

You go to his bedroom: No Sanji.

Where the hell is he?!

You decide to go to your own room. Maybe he's there.

"Ah, mon cherie," he mumbles out, his body is on the bed, his knees drawn up and slightly separated to expose his red underwear that holds a rather impressive bulge... The material however darkens around a very suspicious area. Oh wow. "Seeing you here, quelle surprise. You come here often?"

A little frown creases your features. Well duh, this is your chambers. But the words die on your lips as Sanji lets out a low and delicious moan, he spreads his legs, giving you perfect view of his upper body.

The silky blue shirt that drapes seductively off his shoulders, the twirling off his cigarette with his eager tongue and the dark, unbridled lust that he holds in his eyes.

"Sanji-" his name slips from your lips. You're not sure why, or what exactly you want to say to him... All you know is you need to say his name.

"You look so tired, darling," a slightly smug chuckle leaves his lips. "Come here, let me spoil you."

Okay, but hold on. Usually Sanji is a doting, needy boyfriend... when the hell did he become so damn suave?

You can't help it. It draws you in and not saying a word, you approach him.

"You got something you want me to do for you?" His eyes spark with deviousness.

"Really, Sanji?" You fix him with a look as you straddle his hips, instantly feeling his excited dick against your entrance. "You really want me to say this?"

He plays with her waistband skittishly, his eyes fixed on her, as he growls out "come on, baby, tu sais ce que tu veux ." Damn, when he speaks in French, with that raspy voice of his...

With the little French that you have learned from helpful classes like these, you comply. "Go....go down on me, Sanji."

Just the urgency and desire nearly drives him over the edge. He busies himself with tucking his fingers in under your waistband and you take in a sharp breath, your stomach muscles contracting.

He smirks and hums, "non, ce n'est pas bien, let's start like this.."

At that, he flips you onto the dent he made on your bed before he bends his head down and presses soft, feathery light kisses along your left thigh, switching over to repeat the same motion down your right thigh, taking his time as you watch him quietly, your chest rising and falling and hips shifting unconsciously.

When he lightly grazes your skin with his teeth, you make a breathless sound of surprise, "Ah... oh, Sanji.."

All he does is chuckle and kiss your skin to soothe you, before dipping his head and coming even closer to that one place that was aching for him.

He doesn't remove your skirt, however.

He glances up at you as he presses his mouth a bit harder against your underwear, giving you more gentle kisses, followed by a brief flicker of his tongue that makes you let out an embarrassingly high-pitched noise.

Chuckling, he observes in a teasing fashion, "je pense que tu aimes ça."

He increases the motions of his lips and tongue, the fabric becoming more and more moist with his gentle kisses, his hot breath and your own slickness.

Your voice is throaty and breathless as you twist the bedsheets in your hands, on the verge of pleading but stubbornness was telling you to hold out just a bit longer.

However, when he begins to hum against you and press his mouth to that one spot that was aching for him, you beg him, "Please...please...please don't tease me anymore...please, Sanji..."

He makes a gentle hum of pity, still pressing kisses to her, "Oh, do you want me to take these off?"

"Yes...please."

He presses one last kiss to your thigh, before lifting his head, "Well, your wish is my command, milady."

He begins to slide her underwear off, and the only trembling she experiences are intense shudders of anticipation.

As Sanj leans back down towards you, he kisses along your belly, whispering against her skin, "I'll never get over how absolutely beautiful you are, baby."

You can't help but swallow thickly, your heart aching at his words, before he glances up at you with an extremely seductive look, "Okay...no more teasing...I've wanted this for so long, I can't wait anymore..."

He smirks against you, reveling in your absolute neediness, chuckling as you start to squirm, before his tongue gently traces a warm path up and down your slit before his mouth makes that first, delicious contact and you let out a rather loud noise.

He teases you gently with his tongue at first, gently squeezing her hips, looking up at her with lidded eyes. The sight of him between her legs going down on her, it's almost like a dream come true.

"Fuck, tu as aussi bon goût que tu en as l'air," he says, barely above a whisper. The warmth of lust curls in your belly upon hearing these words.

He kisses you slowly and tenderly, his velvet tongue sliding up and down aroused, sensitive flesh, his breathing fast and hot against you, shifting his hips against the bed.

Overcome with lust, you reach down with shaking hands, running your fingers over the top of his head, tugging on his hair and pulling him in tighter even as you lifts her hips up, opening yourself up to him and increasing the pleasurable sensations coursing through you.

Sanji makes a low noise of appreciation, wrapping his left arm around your leg and easing your thighs wider so he could lap at you even more, growling, "Baby, tire-moi plus fort."

Your head drops back "Sanji...oh...oh, God."

He gradually increases the motion of his tongue, beginning a low humming that vibrates through your entire core and you make a low, keening sound, unable to keep your hips from moving.

Sanji's voice is almost crooning as he circles in with his tongue, "Mmmmm... grind into me...mmmm, tu as tellement bon goût ."

The way he was talking was close to setting you senses afire. He swirls his tongue over you, ensuring that he always hits your clit. Sanji's heart flutters, gripping your legs that squeeze around his head. You taste amazing. You smell amazing. You are amazing.

He adds his two fingers, he rubs them along you, gathering your moistness, and then slides into you.

"Ahhh, S-Sanji!" You hiss, your back arching. "Please...please, more! Don't stop, uhhhh."

He continues his tantalizing attack on you, until you become absolutely undone.

"Sanji! Yessss, yesss, yessss! Ahhhhh! Sanji! Oh, fuck!"

He leans back, licking his lips. He rests his face on your thigh, smiling up at you as you brave the aftershock of your orgasm.

"Get over here and kiss me," you struggle in between breaths. Gladly, Sanji clambers over you and engages in a tongue wrestling contest.

You rest your hands on his shoulders, wrapping your legs around him and swinging yourself on top of him.

"God, tu es si attirant sur moi ," Sanji voices, his eyes sparkling with joy.

You smirk in response and move off him, this time delicately removing his underwear. Free from the confines of its prison, his member bounces, almost smacking you in the face.

There's a moment of silence as you both look at each other, then laugh softly. However, soon Sanji's laugh turns into a moan as you wrap your warm mouth around him.

He hisses and his hands move to your shoulders. You curl your tongue around him as you bob up and down, your hands holding his stuttering hips.

"Ah..fuck. You're...you're ugh! So good.....lemme fuck that....cette jolie bouche chaude ....uhhhh!"

You can't help it. You are goaded on by the husky curses and straggled moans that slip out his mouth.

As you hear your boyfriend's voice climb higher and his breathing become more labored, you pull away. He instantly whines in complaint.

But he doesn't get to any longer, as you position your entrance right over him and slide down.

A long, drawn out moan is squeezed out of Sanji's chest as he feels your warm, damp walls surround him.

You rests your hands on either side of his head, dipping your head down low to suck on his nipples and you slowly, teasingly ride him. It's clearly driving Sanji crazy as he writhes in pleasure and grabs your hips, trying to physically quicken the pace.

"Ma cherie...oh, fuck," he tightens his grip around your hips as you squeeze down on him. "Please!" He begs, "faster."

You, however, being the little shit that you are, resist, loving the power you hold over him.

Grunting in frustration and pleasure, he rolls you over, much like you had done before. He smirks, now he's in charge.

You don't mind, busying yourself in peppering his neck with kisses and digging your nails into his back. Sanji buries himself deeper with every thrust, taking your's wandering lips with his own.

At one particularly hard thrust, you rip your mouth away from his to moan out: "ahhh, Sanji! F-fuck!"

"God...I fucking...uh, j'aime quand tu dis mon nom comme ça," he growls out.

"Oh, Sanji.."

"Are you coming, sweetheart?"

You don't even have the words to respond, you just nod frantically. Sanji continues to thrust into you, each motion becoming sloppy as he edges closer.

Your eyes start to flutter closed as you gets closer.

"No," Sanji growls out, in a rare show of complete dominance, grabbing your chin forcefully but not to much. Your eyes darken at this sudden possessiveness. "regarde-moi dans les yeux."

You let out a hitched whimper, keeping his intense eye contact all the way.

It doesn't take long before you're both there, unravelling together in a beautiful crescendo. Sanji continues to pump, riding out both your orgasms, until he pulls out.

Sanji hugs you against his chest even tighter in response, beginning a light caress up and down your back. The heat outside the room is hot, the heat inside the room is stuffy, sweaty and yet full of the most intimate affections between two lovers.