#hot pink harness lingerie

[spirit-lanterns]

HOT MILFS IN YOUR AREA!

synopsis: matching up with an older woman online.

featuring: jade, yukong, natasha, himeko, cocolia

rating: 18+ smut (men and minors dni)

warnings: sub! afab fem reader, dom characters, age gap relationship (reader is in her early 20s), strap ons, pet names, yukong has a di.ck, ora.l (both reader and character receiving), fing.ering, sci.ssoring, lap s.ex, semi-public se.x, mentions of bd.sm (jade), mentions of body hair (natasha), mentions of breeding, unprotected se.x, might be ooc.

art credits: lily of the valley

JADE

Jade couldn’t stop herself from groaning as her eyes settled on the way you sunk down on her crystallized, pink strap. It had been months since she had the pleasure of having a woman as young as you stay with her for the night, so Jade decided it would be in her best interest to go all the way this time. Scented candles, the most luxurious of sex toys, lingerie, and of course; bars of solid gold littered Jade’s bedroom the moment you arrived. Jade was just excited to have a young woman like you indulge in her dirty pleasures for the night, and she was intent on making you stay with her for as long as possible. 

“Good girl…lower…” Jade ushered, licking some saliva off her lips as she watched the crystal strap push through your walls and nestle deeper into your warmth. The cute gasps and whimpers that left your lips were enough to make Jade want to break you to her will, but she resisted. As sadistic as Jade could be, she wanted to ease you slowly into her sex life before getting to the really heavy stuff. 

“Oh…look at you…” she purred, admiring the way you sat down at the hilt and took all of her cock like a good little sub. “I’m impressed, not many girls your age can take a strap like this in under half an hour.” She ran a manicured hand through your hair and leaned in to plant a gentle kiss to your forehead, an imprint of her lipstick left visible on your skin as proof of her “ownership” over you. 

After watching you get used to the overwhelming girth and length of her strap, Jade hummed and gently patted your rear with her other hand to signal you to start. “Seems like you’ve adjusted just fine, sweet girl. Give me a bounce.” 

Obeying her orders, you grabbed onto her shoulders and began shifting your hips up and down, testing the waters of how much you could take while your walls squeezed and gripped onto Jade’s cock with fervor. Though Jade couldn’t feel anything, just the sight of you breathlessly whining and looking dumbfounded at the giant strap piercing you, was enough to get Jade gushing through her harness…

“Fuck…” Jade mumbled, biting her lip and looking quite amused at you struggling to ride her properly. “Your movements are so sloppy…it’s adorable.” 

Letting you struggle a bit more with the pace, Jade finally decided to help you by placing her hands on your hips and setting a decent pace for you. It wasn’t fast by any means, but for a young, naive person like you who hardly had any experience, it felt like you were riding a bull. 

As the fat cockhead of Jade’s strap hit you repeatedly from the inside, she chuckled and leaned back against the headboard to examine all your expressions. Were younger women always this expressive? Jade wasn’t too sure, yet she didn’t mind at all. You were too cute. 

“You’re a natural.” Was all Jade said before leaning in to give you a big, tongue-filled kiss, still helping you ride her cock as she gripped her nails into your flesh. “In no time you’ll be taking some of my other toys that aren’t so…vanilla.”  At that sentence, she smirked and cast her gaze over at her bedroom closet, a hidden place where she kept the raunchiest of sex toys only for her special girls…

YUKONG

Too busy to find a love life in the real world, Yukong settled for trying a dating app instead. A recommendation from Tingyun herself, Yukong managed to match with a young and spry woman such as yourself, and the two of you quickly hit it off over text. Yukong didn’t expect someone as young as you to take interest in someone as old as her, but apparently her age didn’t matter to you. If anything, it only made her more attractive in your eyes… 

A bit shocked by this reveal, Yukong was quick to arrange a date for you two at a bar on the Luofu. A few drinks and some lingering touches later, and Yukong had you bent over in a dark alleyway and taking her dick like it was nothing while receiving dark hickies all over the back of your neck. 

“F-Fuck…” Yukong grumbled, not one to swear as she struggled with keeping up the pace to satisfy you. It had been ages since she last fucked a woman like this, let alone a young one, and she wanted to make sure she left a lasting impression on you for you to continue seeing her. “You’re so tight…” 

Her voice rasped in a gravelly way as she slammed her hips even further against your ass. The soft, breathy whines that left your throat were driving Yukong insane, the cute way your eyes rolled back in pleasure and the way some drool dribbled down your lips… Dammit, Yukong felt her cock stir with need inside your cunt, tip twitching at your erotic expressions as she wanted nothing more than to fill you up with her essence. 

‘No…that’s irresponsible.’ Yukong’s thoughts reminded her, ‘It’s already risky to fuck her without a condom. You can breed her another time.’

A groan left Yukong’s lips as she fucked her hips even faster, pistoning herself like a machine as she forced herself to pound you as fast as she could go. Her age was definitely catching up to her as this was not her prime rhythm, however you seemed to be enjoying yourself quite a bit, judging by the way you bucked back against her thrusts and squeezed around her shaft so needily. 

“I…I’m close…” Yukong couldn’t help but moan, grabbing onto your hips and shoving her member deeper into your warmth, “Dear…you’re too tight. I need to hah…pull out…”

She was getting impatient, the need to release building up in her core as she tried to pull free from your pussy. She forgot how tight a young, inexperienced woman like you could be, and she was having some difficulty fighting the urge to just stay in. 

“Dear…please…” she gasped and began rubbing at your clit to hopefully ease up your folds and let her go. The second you released and allowed yourself to stop clinging onto her dick, Yukong whimpered and immediately slid out right before she could cum, her cock sliding out quickly and spurting out hot jets of cum onto your back. 

“Ah…” Yukong panted and looked down at your cum-stained body in a daze, your own cum dripping down your thighs and causing quite a mess on the alleyway floor. “What a mess…looks like we both could use a warm shower after this, hm?”

Though exhausted, Yukong pulled you up from your position for a hug, clinging to you from behind and kissing your cheek affectionately. 

“Let’s go back to my place…”

NATASHA

Overworked and stressed, Natasha needed to find an outlet. As the only doctor in the Underworld’s city, it was difficult for Natasha to find some sort of relief to the constant headache and wear that occurred to her whenever she had to deal with patients. Relationships were something that had never crossed her mind, however sex was something that was starting to seep into her thoughts every night after a long shift… 

Oh how nice it would be to be doted on and tenderly touched by someone who just wanted to please her. How sweet it would be to have a pretty woman on her knees and pleasure her with nothing but pure devotion in her eyes… And that’s how Natasha found you, scrolling aimlessly through some dumb dating app before deciding that you would be a profile to swipe right on.

You were young, but goodness were you eager and ready to please. One invite to Natasha’s home later, and you were already on your knees in front of her, her dress hitched up her thighs while you lapped eagerly at her unshaven pussy. Natasha thought you would mind the bush, but you dived in like it was your last meal, clearly showing off how eager your tongue was for her sweetness, causing Natasha to blush. 

“I-I had no idea…mmpf…that young adults weren’t so picky when it came to body hair…” Natasha bit her lip as her legs wobbled a bit, clearly surprised at your relentless onslaught, “Most women your age prefer it shaved or waxed…ah!”

She tilted her head back and closed her eyes, thighs nearly clamping down on your head when the tip of your tongue pushed up against a particularly sensitive spot. “Oh…sweetie…” 

Natasha hadn’t felt this good in years, carding her fingers through your scalp and trying to push you further into her slick. “You’re doing so good…such a good job…” 

She enjoyed praising you, watching as your eyes went half-lidded in pleasure and moans left your lips as a “thank you.” The vibrations would send waves of pleasure through Natasha’s core, and she could feel herself getting closer to her climax the more you wiggled your tongue into her folds. 

“Just a bit more, my dear…” Natasha sighed, shoulders slouching as she felt the buildup begin to coil in her stomach. “Right…there…” 

She gasped softly and released drips of cum down your face, the soft tang quite pleasant to your tongue as you lapped up any remaining juices slipping by. As Natasha calmed down from her long-awaited high, she smiled sheepishly and gently patted your hair, bringing you up from your knees and greeting you with a kiss.

“You did so good…,” Natasha praised, slowly bringing you to her bed, “I have a few old toys in my closet that don’t really satisfy little old me, so why don’t we try them on you instead, hm?” 

She smiled wider when you instantly agreed. Oh how she loved the eagerness of youth!

HIMEKO

Himeko smiled and watched as you wormed pathetically on her bed, flinching and squirming as she eased a second finger into your tight and tense hole. Though Himeko rarely slept around, she decided that it had been a while since she’s been with another person so intimately, so she decided to match up with you for a quick hookup at the Astral Express…

However, Himeko didn’t expect you to be this cute when taking her fingers. She knew you’d be inexperienced as a young adult, but she didn’t think you’d be this inexperienced, practically whining and whimpering as she barely slid a second finger into you. It was almost amusing to see how much you struggled. 

“Relax, love. If you keep tensing up like this, you’ll get my glove stuck.” She chuckled and used her free hand to cup your face, making you look up at her despite your embarrassment. “Come on…relax those sweet lips for me…” 

She shushed you when you began to whimper and gently eased her second finger all the way in, taking note of how much hotter your insides got the deeper she went. It had Himeko feeling hot herself, her own core burning in a way that craved to be grinding against you when the time was right. 

But…Himeko could wait! You needed to be more wet after all, you could barely even take two fingers! “Alright…I’m gonna put a third one in, okay? You gotta relax for me, love…loosen up a bit…” 

Himeko hummed softly and leaned down to kiss your tear-stained cheeks, rubbing her ring finger against your entrance before gently prodding in. “Good girl…opening up so easily for me…” Himeko sighs, savoring the warmth of entering you with another finger, “So warm…”

She continues to finger you at a leisurely pace, savoring the feeling of a tight pussy wrapped around her fingers that wasn’t her own. Her breath hitched when she felt you begin to tighten even more, smiling and staring down at you with knowing eyes. 

“Are you about to cum, dearest?” Himeko asks teasingly, starting to finger you faster —or at least as fast as she could go without any resistance— “Go ahead, cum for me…make all the mess you need.” 

She shuddered when she felt an even hotter warmth overwhelm her gloved fingers, your hot release spilling past your thighs and dripping all over the towel Himeko had laid down for you on her bed. She smiled at the blissed, fucked out expression you wore on your face, and began to pull her hand out from your cunt.

Well…just her hand to be exact, as her glove stayed stuck inside your pussy with the walls latching tightly onto the cloth fingertip. The moment Himeko saw this, her eyes widened and a small giggle escaped her lips, amused at how tense you were to even do such a thing. 

“Oh, darling…even after being fingered, you’re still tighter than a screw.” She grabbed one of your hands and planted a small kiss on the back of it, assuring you that it was okay. “Don’t worry though, we can use some fun vibrators to loosen you up and maybe we can move onto some bigger stuff, yeah? Does that sound fun?” 

Himeko’s eyes were practically glittering as she moved off from on top of you to grab her box of toys from under the bed, eager to experiment with a sweet, naive girl like you.

COCOLIA

Though old and not as spry as she was in her youth, Cocolia still had a surprising amount of stamina when it came to pleasuring the woman she was infatuated with. Evident in the way she managed to hold your leg up over her shoulder and grind her slick entrance against your own, panting and huffing while still smirking down at you with a rather arrogant expression, it was as if she were silently saying “I told you so” when it came to showing you just how good in bed she could be.

“Enjoying yourself?” Cocolia grunts, chuckling airily and smacking her hips harder. “I may not be as strong as I was in my youth, but I’m still your Supreme Guardian, little one.” 

She continues her relentless onslaught on your pussy and scissors you with no signs of slowing down. The power trip she had over bending a young woman like you to her will was making Cocolia wet, enjoying the pitiful cries that escaped your lips, as a surge of dominance and lust overcame the power hungry Guardian. 

“Oh…the sounds that you make…” Cocolia groans and slides her folds more deeply over your own, your wetness mixing with each other as Cocolia struggled to keep her composure. “They're just utterly irresistible. I need to hear more…”

She paused from scissoring with you and moved away to calm down from the overwhelming sensations. Then, after a few brief moments, Cocolia returned, but this time leaned down with her mouth hovering over your pussy and licking a long stripe across your entrance. 

That definitely got a loud moan out of you, and Cocolia couldn’t help but smile at how adorably surprised you were when you arch your back in pleasure. She gripped onto the inner skin of your thighs and pushed them further apart for more access to your pussy, licking desperately at the wetness and smearing your slick all over her face. “Mmmpf…hold still, little one. I need a better taste…” 

She pushed her tongue deeper and seemed almost pussydrunk with the way she lapped languidly at your folds. Starved that she was, Cocolia didn’t let go of your cunt until you were sore and aching, whining for her to pull away as your poor pussy was all sensitive and puffy now… 

“Oh? Too sensitive?” Cocolia teased, letting go of your clit with a pop and pinching it gently to get a yelp out of you. “Young women are all so soft nowadays…” She held you up in her arms and made you sit on her lap, her gentle hands massaging your sore thighs while she kissed your cheek multiple times, getting lipstick all over you.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to toughen you up myself, little one…”

[dollyhao]

PLEASE could you write Abby and reader going lingerie shopping for fem reader and then reader does like a little show for abby at home from what they bought and it turns into a fuck sesh?

omg yes!!

cw: smut, backshots, strap in use (r!receiving), hair pulling, a little biting

you and abby are in the mall when you come across a lingerie store. you drag abby inside meaning to get some new sets. you are looking around when abby comes up behind you holding up a see through black bra with a smirk, "you should get this." she says pretty loud. your face heats up snatching it out her hand, embarrassed but grabbing the panties to match so you could buy them.

you check out and are going home. when you get in the house abby smacks your ass, "you gonna give me a show?" she asks. "of course" you smile at her grabbing her hand pulling her to your shared room. you walk into the closet to get changed.

your first set is a cute soft pink set with white flowers on them. you step out the closet giving abby a spin, grinning.

abby waves you over and you come to stand in between her thighs. you place your hands on her shoulders while abby hands run up and down the back of your thighs but her eyes are focused on the way your tits look in this bra.

abby reaches to tug your panties off when you hurry away from her, "this is only the first one abby. be patient" you say walking back in closet.

you go through all the sets and each time abby tries to get it off you. you walkout the closet in your last set, a sexy see through burgundy set with flowers around the edges. you walk out the closet standing in front of abby turning around giving you ass a little shake, giggling.

"isn't it cute-" your cut off by abby grabbing your hip and pulling you against her.

you feel her hands rubbing up and down your back before you feel her bite you ass. you jump letting out a moan. she pulls you into her lap trailing her hands in between your legs rubbing at you clothed pussy.

"you thought you could tease me for 30 minutes straight, huh?" she says biting your shoulder. you shake your head, your face is hot and your breathing heavy with the way shes rubbing small circles on your clit.

abby stands up, making you stand up too. "lay on the bed" you dont hesitate to lay down on ya stomach with yo ass in the air burning with anticipation. you turn your head when you feel the bed dip, seeing abby naked with her strap on. she gets behind you leaning over you with her hand beside your head holding her up using her other hand to rub the tip against your clit.

"you want it baby?" you nod desperately moving your hips around trying to get abby to push it in.

abby makes a disapproving sound pushing your hips down to the point where you laying flat on your tummy. "abby stop teasing pls.." abby chuckles pushing in slowly. you go slack jaw clutching at the blanket under you loving the way abby is stretching you out. abby immediately is fucking you hard and is giving you deep breathtaking strokes. you try to crawl away feeling like its too much.

"abby slow.. slow down pls" abby is sitting up now sitting on your thighs grabbing your hair and pulling your head back.

"take.. take it baby. take this shit" she says through clenched teeth accentuating each word with a hard thrust.

your feeling light headed with the tight grip she has on your hair and the deep strokes shes giving you. abby reaches her other hand down underneath you rubbing at you clit in quick motions. "im bouta cum abs!" and before yk it your creaming all over her dick. you let out a cute satisfied mewl. abby is still going, chasing her own nut, "im gonna cum too baby."

abby rests her forehead on the space in between your shoulders, letting your hair go. your whimpering feeling sensitive when abby moans out your name pushing all the way in to the base cuming on the harness.

you and abby roll over with her spooning you, strap still sitting snug inside you. "you looked beautiful in all your sets baby" abby kisses your shoulder. you hum, thoroughly exhausted.

[ghoulangerlee]

Day 5: Lingerie & Double Penetration

Aurora/Swiss/Aeon

Swiss has very specific needs and all of them can be satiated by being stuck between Aurora and Aeon.

tags: double penetration in one hole, clothed sex, slight size kink in the sense of tiny ghoulette wrecking big ghoul, strap-ons and dildos

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Swiss stares slack jawed at Aurora, unsure where exactly to focus his gaze; the soft pink lace of her bra accentuating the curve of her breasts, her nipple just barely visible through the near translucent material.

Though he goes slackjawed when his gaze drops further down; she's wearing panties to match, also pink and nearly see through, but, she's also wearing a harness, the straps wrapped around her thighs and waist are a darker pink, offset between the lingerie and her light gray skin.

"Oh," he says somewhat dumbly when Aurora's hand reaches down to wrap around the base of the dildo, also pink but not garishly so, her fingers not quite meeting around the girth of it.

"Good surprise?" She asks with a sharp grin, cocking her hip out to the side, "We heard you were having some...problems. Figured we could help you out a little bit."

Swiss's eyes are still drawn to Aurora's small hand wrapped around the dildo, just holding it, oh so natural, "Huh?" he asks, finally drawing his eyes back up to her face as what she'd said finally dawns on him, "We?"

There's a displacement of air behind him, a coolness against his back; magic--quintessence, and then there's hands coming to rest on his hips, a hot, open mouthed kiss pressed against his shoulder blade through his shirt, "Hey you," Aeon whispers, giving him a brief squeeze before the hands disappear and the other ghoul steps into view.

He's shirtless, almost nude except for the lace boyshorts sitting low on his hips, they're a dark purple—and Aeon's already hard, straining against the material.

Swiss feels his mouth water a bit.

"No, no, no," Aurora sing-songs, as if she can read his mind, "We have plans for you," she reaches out for him then and Swiss can't do anything but go towards her, taking her small hand in his and letting her draw him down into a kiss.

He loses himself in her taste, her lips, the bite of her fangs against his lower lip as she deepens the kiss and walks them backwards towards the bed.

Somewhere, somehow, he ends up on the bed with her, nude and kneeling over her lap, the bump of skin warmed silicone against his own hard cock making him gasp each time they touch, his hips jolting forward a bit, trying to get something more against him until Aurora's hands settle on his hips, firm, easily stopping his movements.

She shakes her head with a grin, keeping him still and then, there's heat against his back, a chest pressed against him, the scratch of lace against his lower back, the hard press of a cock.

"Aeon," Swiss says, breathless, letting his head fall back to rest against his shoulder—and Aeon is there, his light purple eyes clear and mischievous.

"Hey big guy," Aeon says with a smile, leaning in to press a kiss against his temple, "You with us?"

Swiss hums, eyes fluttering closed when Aeon presses another kiss to his temple, "The two of you finally done fighting over me?" He asks, aiming for cocky, but instead his breath hitches as Aeon starts to rub the pads of his fingers over his nipples.

"You're the one who said that there's more than enough of you to go around," Aurora says, sweet and evenly toned, her fingertips dancing along his inner thigh, "We thought we'd find out."

"Find out what?" Swiss asks dumbly, shivering as Aurora's fingers work their way higher and higher, dancing further back, gasping when she brushes against his balls, alighting his nerves on fire.

"If there's enough of you to go around us," She says it so matter of fact as dry fingertips press teasingly over his hole, her other hand still holding onto his hip tight, keeping him from moving.

"Oh," Swiss says suddenly, his hands coming up to grab onto her shoulders, "Oh, oh yes. Yes please. Yes, I want that."

Aurora laughs, a high and bright sound, though if Swiss focuses too much on it, he can hear the undercurrent of mean that makes his gut clench, "We knew you would," she says simply. "Aeon dear, if you could?" She casts the question over Swiss's shoulder with a tilt of her head.

Aeon hums from behind Swiss and then there's fingers, slick and slightly cool, pressing and teasing over his hole, "'Rora," Swiss says, eyes going between the ghoulette's face and the peek of a damp spot on her panties, just under where the dildo rests against her cunt. "Do you want me to—" he trails off, a groan leaving his lips when Aeon's worked a finger into him.

"Sweet," Aurora says, "But not right now," she says, dragging her claws along Swiss's inner thigh, feeling the shudder of muscle under his skin, "Maybe later if you're a good boy."

Swiss groans, both from Aeon crooking his finger inside as he drags it out and from Aurora's offering—he can't help that he loves to go down on people, that he'll gladly spend hours between someone's thighs to get them off over and over if they asked.

She holds it over his head, only offers it as a reward sometimes, most of the time deeming him not worthy enough for it even though he'll drop to his knees when and wherever she asks him to.

"Right now I want you right where you are, and then when Aeon deems you ready, you're going to sit on my cock for a bit."

Another moan punches it's way out of Swiss's throat and he digs his nails, thankfully blunt and human, into Aurora's shoulders as Aeon works another finger into him.

Aeon is always so thorough with it, taking his time no matter how much Swiss begs, it's hot, the way he gets so laser focused on fingering him open—curling and stretching and spreading his fingers, all the way up until Swiss is desperate and squirming.

Not that he can squirm right now, not with Aurora holding onto him and Aeon at his back, the two of them pinning him in place, spread open on Aurora's lap.

He loses time for a while then, pinned and spread, unable to move even as Aeon works three and then four fingers into him.

"Listen to you," Aurora whispers, petting her hand down his flank, "You sound so wet for me," she leans in and presses a kiss to the center of his chest, "You're going to fit so well around me, so warm." She peers up at him, bats her eyelashes at him, "Do you want to sit on my cock now, baby?"

Swiss moans, Aeon's fingers curling in, in, in until they're pressing against his prostate and he shakes in their hold, begging now, words falling from his lips in a jumbled mess.

And then, Aeon's fingers slip out, the sound loud and wet, his hands gripping Swiss by the waist to guide him as Aurora's hands drop from his body, one hand curling around the base of her cock to keep it steady.

It's no bigger than what he's used to, but the thickness, the unforgiving hardness of it draws a long, low moan out of him as the two of them guide him down until he's sitting in Aurora's lap, bowed over her body, his face pressed into her hair.

Her hands pet along his back, she's shushing him, he realizes, comforting him because he's shaking, shivering, babbling into her hair about how good she feels, thanking her over and over and over until she laughs, soft and fond.

"Just you wait," she promises softly, barely giving him any time to adjust to her being inside him before Aeon's fingers, slick and warm now are pressing around his hole again, where he's stretched wide around the base of Aurora's cock.

"S'not gonna fit," Swiss mumbles, the words tumbling out even as he shifts so he can give Aeon more room to work.

It draws a laugh from the two of them and Aeon takes even more time to pet around where he's stretched, fingers disappearing and coming back every so often with more lube.

It leaves Swiss floating, seated on a cock while being pet and teased, a promise of more each time Aeon presses his finger inwards until the very tip of it slips in beside Aurora.

Aeon and Swiss moan together, Aeon's forehead dropping to rest against Swiss' back while he works, making low and inhuman sounds deep in his throat all the while.

Swiss relaxed more into it, trusting Aurora to hold most of his weight as he sinks further into her embrace and she drags her fingers down his sides, over his thighs, any part of his skin that she can touch, she's there.

It takes time, but eventually, Aeon's got two fingers pressed inside him along with Aurora's cock and Aurora's hand is now on Swiss' hip, guiding him to rock back against Aeon, "Careful," she chides when Swiss goes a little too fast and freezes for a moment, the stretch a lot, "Slow," she tightens her hand on his hip and controls his speed, his movement until he's shuddering and shaking against her.

"Oh, oh," he says, eyes shooting open wide suddenly, "I'm going to come," he whispers in surprise, wrapping both his arms right around Aurora's shoulders for leverage.

"Good," she says, petting his side with her other hand, "Come for us," she coos, pushing up so she can press a kiss to his chin, the movement shifting her cock inside of him until it's pressing firm against his prostate.

Swiss shakes apart in her arms, muffling his surprised shout in Aurora's hair when Aeon's fingers slip inside him deeper.

"Will you let Aeon fuck you while I'm still inside you?" Aurora asks, and this is her way of giving him an out—he can so no now, and they'll end it here, clean up and cuddle and maybe table this for a later date, but he is curious, the heat in his gut still insatiable.

So, he nods, "Yes," he says out loud when he feels Aurora tap her fingers against his side, "Please, I can take you both. I can take it."

He doesn't have to beg now, knowing that they're going to give it to him since he asked for it, but he feels the way Aeon's fingers twitch inside him, barely giving much of a warning before he's trying to work another finger inside him to loosen him up.

It has the desired effect on Aeon, the begging, for once he seems more eager to give into Swiss's breathless pleas instead of trying to drag it out longer.

It's almost too much, the overstimulation, but by the time Aeon's pulling his fingers from inside Swiss, he's already starting to get hard again.

"Just, let us know if this is too much," Aeon says, breathless all on his own as he plants a hand on Swiss's back for leverage, his other hand guiding himself forward until he's pressed tight where Swiss is already so stretched and pink. "Shit, if you could see yourself." He whispers, and that's all the warning Swiss gets before Aeon's pushing inside.

It's a lot, it's almost nearly too much and Swiss cries out in pleasure even as his cock starts going soft again at the overwhelming sensation of it all.

Aeon doesn't get far in, just barely beyond the head of his cock pressed up against Aurora's before he stops, breathing heavily against Swiss's back, "Let me know when I can move," he whispers, "Won't go in too far this time. We can work up to it."

Swiss moans weakly at his words, thinking about several more times of this, of being stuck between these two while they do their best to fit inside him together.

It does something to him. Makes him want to keep these two all for himself.

"Can move," Swiss mumbles eventually, inhaling sharply as Aeon grabs his hips and pulls back until just the tip is inside him, "Oh," he says, dumb again on the pleasure. "I'm not going to last long," he paws at Aurora, his fingers slipping on sweat slicked lace as he tries to grab at her. "Oh baby thank you, thank you, thank you." He murmurs into her hair as he rides the waves of Aeon fucking him, moving him on both of their cocks.

Aeon laughs behind him, the sound going a bit strangled as Swiss clenches around him, "Fuck, you feel amazing like this," he says, pressing a dusting of kisses along Swiss's shoulder blades. "Are you going to come untouched again?" He asks, somewhat eager as his pace picks up, jolting the larger ghoul between the two of them with each well placed thrust.

"Uh huh," Swiss manages to get out, his claws tearing through lace as he feels it build, between being overwhelmingly full and smelling their arousal, all mingled together, it has Swiss's mind on the fritz, a low growl in his throat as he reaches his peak once again.

This time, Aeon pulls out before he can come inside Swiss, shushing the taller ghoul as he helps him maneuver off of Aurora and onto his back on the bed, "Next time," he says, a lopsided smile on his face as he wraps a hand around himself, stroking one, two, three times before he comes across Swiss's thighs and spent cock before collapsing in a heap beside him.

Aurora laughs at Aeon and shakes her head as she shifts around, first taking off the harness and discarding that to the floor for later and then she wiggles her way out of her panties.

Swiss is watching her, eyes trained on her cunt now, slick, the hair matted down a bit with signs of her arousal. He wants so bad.

She grins at him, spreading herself out on the bed and beckoning him closer.

His limbs feel heavy as he tries to roll over, eventually, Aeon's there with hands under his arms, rolling him onto his stomach until he's nestled between her thighs.

As Aurora's high moans echo off the walls of the bedroom, Aeon shakes his head and settles on his back beside the two, "Insatiable," he says with a little laugh before Aurora's hand is in his hair, pulling him up into a messy, off center kiss.

[mydemonsdrivealimo]

2, 19, 20

ty!! answering for bryce but feel free to ask for jensen too

2. Are they a “the socks stay on during sex” kind of person?

realistically no but bryce jokes ab it

When they “dress-up” for sex, what’s their go-to outfit? Lingerie, suit, gown, etc.?

if bryce is trying to "subtly" drop hints it's usually a crop top and his short ass athletic shorts. if it's more dressing For it, not as incentive, then honestly i think bryce has a little lingerie collection. not much but a few things he likes (also don't as why bc idk either but i imagine most everything he has is hot pink. lingerie, toys, all of it. just bc can ig)

20. What do they like seeing their partner in when they “dress-up?”

bryce gives jensen shit ab keeping all his old band stuff but lbr the harnesses are no joke. really any small leather details like his biking gloves too

[criticalsucc]

for the asks, 2, 3, 8, 20, 38, 50 :) u don't have to answer them all if that's excessive lol i just love learning about mutuals

thank you for so many questions! :)

2: What’s your favorite color/style of lingerie, on yourself or on a partner?

i am actually very picky about lingerie for myself lol. there are very specific shapes that are particularly pleasing to me and i can only describe so much without visual examples. for bras i like demi cups or triangle bralettes. for panties i tend to prefer bikini styles that are a little skimpy on the cheeks. i love things that are sort of silky with lacy trim, not so much all-over lace, and panties have always got to have some kind of solid fabric in the crotch (i need the support lol). i don't really like mesh. a nice garter belt really tops things off too. i also really really love bodysuits. they don't tend to work super well on my body because of my proportions, but i fucking love the way they look on other people (older women especially). strappy harnesses also make my brain go brrrrrrr. as for color, maybe it's boring but black is always a classic. you just can't go wrong with black lingerie. black with a little red detail is just too hot. white is also great but i'm pale so black tends to look better. i also tend to prefer warmer colors in the purple/red/pink range. blues/greens/yellows aren't for me personally. all this said if someone else wears lingerie for me specifically then literally anything will look amazing.

3: Confess a kink you haven’t told your followers about yet.

ok listen, please don't laugh. i don't actually have a foot fetish. i don't see feet and get turned on (not that I'm judging anyone else, just seems like feet fetish is the popular thing to make fun of these days). however, i must admit, i find it really hot when two people are having sex and the one who's more physically in control grabs the other's foot and sucks/licks their toes. to me it's like, "i'm so turned on by you and so hungry for you that i'm gonna taste whatever part of you i can, even if it's one of the least sexually appealing parts of your body." i'm a sucker for passion that gets so intense you do things you'd otherwise be too ashamed of.

8: If you’re into bondage, what’s your favorite restraint to use on yourself or a partner?

so i am into light bondade. once it gets too elaborate tho i start to get turned off. so i like leather cuffs, hands either bound behind the back or to a bed frame. legs too. i also think spreader bars around the ankles are kinda hot but never had the opportunity to use one. also maybe cuffs that bind your wrists to your thighs. leashes are teetering right on the edge for me of hot/corny lol.

20: Do you want to have sex with any of your mutuals?

yes absolutely! they know who they are ;) tbh i'd love a huge orgy with all my mutuals where we just hang around and fuck casually all night.

38: What are some of your biggest turn-ons?

exhibitionism is a big one for me. having sex somewhere public, somewhere you shouldn't. the thrill that you could be caught is so exhilarating. never want to expose myself to unwilling participants tho. gangbangs and multiple penetrations are also really really hot. if bottoming was more practical for me i would 100% be trying to be the center of a gangbang. the idea awakens a very primal lust in me. also, dominant older women. if i could meet a milf who would use me as her sex toy, i would be set for life. oh and i almost forgot, anything to do with cum. cumshots, swallowing, spitting, swapping, creampies. fucking love it.

50: Give yourself a compliment!

i have really well shaped legs. i've always been kinda tall and lanky, but for some reason my legs are just spectacularly formed. i sometimes wonder if all the toe walking (autistic trait) i did as a kid just led to me having really nice calf muscles lol.

[ficsforeren]

Kana, what are all the MBTI personalities of all your Erens?

Why stop there? Let's go all the way, baby 😏

Rockstar Eren from The Last Song and In Another Life:

Age: 25-years-old

Smells like: Oud Wood by Tom Ford or Sauvage by Dior (woodsy but also warm with spice, like vanilla)

Favorite outfits: band tee (Nirvana, Metallica), dark ripped jeans, combat boots and black leather jacket

Height: 183 cm (same as canon)

Hairstyle: he has shoulder-length hair, ties it up in a bun 90% percent of the time (but in a very messy way) 'cause he hates it when he has his hair sticking to his nape from sweat. he has short hair (cabin eren style) when he proposed and got married but he grows it out again when he becomes a dad 'cause he knows his daughter likes to braid his hair.

Appearance: His face was always porcelain-smooth in The Last Song but In Another Life he embraces his facial hair (not too much, just like the perfect amount of hotness and he rubs his stubbles against his wife's cheek whenever he kisses her because she hates it)

Personality type: Advocate (INFJ)

Favorite color: black (yes, he hasn't moved on from his emo stage), but now he likes red better because his wife always look 100000 times hotter in red (that lingerie she wore on the day he came back from his tour? that was a cultural reset for him)

Favorite food: dark chocolate caramel pudding

Favorite drink: coffee that's just as bitter as his soul

Favorite things to do: cooking breakfast together with irene, having an hour long bubble bath with Jace, performing on the stage, and having his wife sit on his face the first thing in the morning and having kinky sex after he read his child's bedtime story (crying over his unrequited love used to be his favorite past time too but thank god we've moved past that)

Dick size: solid 8-inches

Knight Eren from The Secrets Between Us:

Age: 19 years-old

Smells like: Florentine Iris by Ermenegildo Zegna Essenze (jasmine, bergamot, and violet, smells like spring, it's like florals for men)

Favorite outfits: whatever the hell it is that hot men wear during medieval times lmao oh and he carries a dagger around his hips.

Height: 183 cm

Hairstyle: at the beginning of the story he has mid-length hair and he tied it up into a cute ponytail during sword training. later on, he grows it out until it reaches down to his shoulders and ties it up in a bun but he often wears it loose whenever he's alone with his princess (cause he knows she loves to card her fingers through his hair)

Appearance: his cheeks are just as smooth as a baby's ass. he can't grow out facial hair even if he tries.

Personality type: Defender (ISFJ)

Favorite color: the color of whatever water lilies that bloom that day

Favorite food: princess' ***** (BREAD, YOU PERVERT, SHE BAKED SOME BREAD FOR HIM ONE TIME AND HE LOVED IT)

Favorite drink: ale, probably? like beer, but in medieval times

Favorite things to do: eating princess' ***** (definitely not bread this time 😏), sword training with Levi and hunting wild boars

Dick size: 7.2 inches (he's still growing)

Zombie Fighter/Himbo Eren from Never Let Me Go:

Age: 21-years-old

Smells like: sweat and dirt and blood Gucci's Last Day of Summer (because he smells like summer duh)

Favorite outfits: cargo pants, black sleeveless shirt/wifebeater, red leather jacket, fingerless gloves, combat boots, thigh harnesses (the world is ending and he's hotter than a metal slide in the summer)

Height: 193 cm (yep, taller than jean even. on your knees, bitches)

Hairstyle: he has paths eren's hair but always ties it up in a bun when he goes out cause he can't risk getting his hair in his eyes when he's facing flesh-eating zombies

Appearance: His facial hair grows so fast that he can probably grow out a damn beard within like ten days or something. he shaves often though.

Personality type: Campaigner (ENFP)

Favorite color: Always says black cause he's embarrassed to admit that his favorite color is actually pink light red (because that was his mother's fav color. he's a mama's boy what can I say?)

Favorite food: Carla's poached eggs (I'm gonna fucking cry)

Favorite drink: hazelnut coffee or Corona (the beer, not the virus. himbo has had enough with viruses)

Favorite things to do: he used to love playing games so much (Overwatch, The Witcher 3, Days Gone) and binging TV shows. Now, his most favorite thing to do is tucking his girlfriend's hair behind her ear and having her ride his abs but sshhhh.

Dick size: 8.3 inches (prayer circle for y/n's coochie)

CEO Eren from A Little Too Personal:

Age: 30-years-old

Smells like: Men In Black by Bvlgari (warm spice, woods, leather, rum, vanilla, its sooo sexy)

Favorite outfits: Simple clothes. Plain t-shirts. Black jeans. Plain black hoodies or leather jacket if he’s riding his bike. Wears necklaces, earrings, and other jewelry when he’s not working. Hates wearing his stuffy suits to work.

Personality type: Adventurer (ISFP)

Height: 189 cm

Hairstyle: depends. At work its pulled back into a bun. Otherwise it’s usually loose. When he’s cooking he tends to tie it back into a ponytail or a bun.

Appearance: Wears contacts and hates to be seen wearing glasses (key word: gets embarrassed being seen wearing glasses). Clean shaven.

Favorite color: definitely black.

Favorite food: Korean food. And danishes (lets pretend its not carla's danishes uwu).

Favorite drink: secretly loves strawberry shakes. Pretends his favorite drink is coffee.

Favorite things to do: absolute foodie. Loves exploring new foods/places, but also loves cooking and spending the night in when he wants to recharge. He’s spent an entire weekend in a hotel room with his lady and he didn’t regret a thing, so he most definitely wouldn’t mind being glued to his bed, either.

Dick size: solid 8-inches

Idol Eren from Keep It Between Us

Age: 24-years-old

Smells like: K by Dolce and Gabbana (It smells like fruits and a bit of woodsy 'cause he's fruity the bottle even has a crown cap that serves as a daily reminder who's the fucking boss in this town except ceo he can be the boss of him)

Favorite outfits: crop tops with chains umm well since he usually wears crazy outfits on stage, I think he would love to just dress himself up in an oversized hoodie or sweaters preferably ones that belong to CEO Eren and sweat pants.

Personality type: a slut Entertainer (ESFP)

Height: 179 cm (he's a shorty!!!)

Hairstyle: he has mid-length hair but his stylist always ties it up in a tiny bun/ponytail whenever he's on stage to give him an iconic look. he usually just wears it down with a hairclip on the side to stop his bangs from falling over his eyes.

Appearance: has the softest, smoothest, brightest skin out of all the erens bitch drop your skincare routine cause he's pampered 24/7. has a lean body with a curvy waist and hips AND A FAT-ASS (sandra requested it). he's much more feminine looking than everyone else no wonder ceo is clapping dem cheeks.

Favorite color: whatever color that suits his mood that day

Favorite food: Korean food

Favorite drink: An iced Ristretto, ten shot, venti, with breve, five pump vanilla, seven pump caramel, four Splenda, and poured, not shaken. Yep.

Favorite things to do: having sex in public without getting caught, doing livestream videos on his onlyfans account as he fucks dancing (he used to do ballet when he was younger). his songs always have powerful choreographies with intense dance breaks and forceful hip thrusts lmao but he's actually a contemporary dancer who is so graceful with his steps and he's very expressive with his face and gestures. he might be a little fucking shit but he dances like an angel.

Dick size: 7.7 inches

College Eren from You, Me, and Your Stupid Man-Bun:

Age: 20-years-old

Smells like: Luna Rossa Sport by Prada cause I imagine he works out a lot and this is a mix of spices and fruits for post-workout. sometimes smells like weeds and cigarettes too.

Favorite outfits: denim button-down (completely unbuttoned with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows) with a black/white shirt underneath, dark blue jeans, high-top sneakers or combat boots.

Personality type: Virtuoso (ISTP)

Height: 183 cm

Hairstyle: man-bun, man-bun, man-bun

Appearance: has dark circles under his eyes sometimes from playing games all night. wears aviator sunglasses every time he drives.

Favorite color: navy blue

Favorite food: chicken wings and chinese takeouts

Favorite drink: Bud Light

Favorite things to do: tying his girlfriend's hands behind her back with his belt as he fucks her from behind, just chilling in the back of his car with his girlfriend, talking nonsense. smoking joints while having sex, or just do a movie marathon in his dorm

Dick size: 7.8 inches

Vampire Eren from Midnight Bite:

Age: 845-years-old

Smells like: Grand Soir by Maison Francis (this cologne is supposed to be like... what a night out in paris smells like)

Favorite outfits: he used to dress impeccably like a prince, you know? those outfits that those hot men wore in Reign? yeah he used to wear them too. now he just wears sweatpants and a shirt that's two sizes too big for him cause he no longer gives a fuck. he dresses like a model when he goes out at night though.

Personality type: Adventurer (ISFP)

Height: 183 cm

Hairstyle: paths eren's hair but also often wears his hair up in a bun.

Appearance: has paler complexion compared to the other erens, especially when he hasn't drunk blood in a while.

Favorite color: blood red

Favorite food: blood

Favorite drink: celery juice. nah, I'm kidding. Blood ofc and his girlfriend's cum

Favorite things to do: he doesn’t need to go to the toilet but he enjoys drawing himself a warm bubble bath for hours. He puts Michael Bublé’s songs on speaker, takes a sip of his ‘red wine’ and calls it the perfect “Bublé Bath.”

Dick size: 7.6 inches

Soldier Eren from Eternity:

Age: 22-years-old

Smells like: H24 by Hermes (it's sage and rosewood, warm and sweet just like him)

Favorite outfits: he hates wearing his marleyan uniform (it's too hot, too heavy and too formal) so if he can choose an outfit, he would probably just wear a loose shirt and track pants.

Personality type: Mediator (INFP)

Height: 183 cm

Hairstyle: Cabin Eren's hair.

Appearance: He's still young, clean-shaven, probably has the most defined abs out of all the erens (himbo has bigger biceps though asdjflalsd)

Favorite color: the color of cherry blossoms in the spring

Favorite food: none

Favorite drink: none

Favorite things to do: reading love poetries to his lover until she falls asleep in his arms and kissing her forehead before he says his goodbye

Dick size: 7.3 inches

Professor Eren from Eren’s Favorite Student:

Age: 28-years-old

Smells like: Acqua de Gio by Armani (the classy shit)

Favorite outfits: he doesn’t mind his work clothes (button down shirts, slacks, the occasional tie) but prefers to be in more casual wear.

Personality type: Debater (ENTP)

Height: 187 cm

Hairstyle: Definitely rocking the manbun.

Appearance: Has the scruffy Hobo-Eren facial hair look. Wears black-framed glasses.

Favorite color: The same shade of red as his favorite student’s lipstick.

Favorite food: anything that isn’t the university cafeteria food

Favorite drink: He loves a nice glass of Pinot Noir. Overall a fan of wines.

Favorite things to do: definitely NOT grading papers. exploring new places with his favorite student perhaps?

Dick size: 9-inches (sandra you're insane for this ohmygod, I hope he doesn't fuck a lot cause I know he's gonna send a lot of people to the hospital for real)

Secret Agent Eren from Tainted:

Age: 28-years-old

Smells like: Aventus by Creed (literally the perfume for MEN, like a mix of woodsy and fruits and spices but its so sexy)

Favorite outfits: he loves wearing a fit button-down shirt 'cause he knows he looks hot in it (gotta showcase that sculpted chest am i right). Wears Tag Heuer's most expensive watch. when he's on a mission, he wears all-black attire, from his baseball cap to his combat boots with an earpiece strapped to his ear.

Personality type: Debater (ENTP)

Height: 185 cm

Hairstyle: man-bun during missions/dates, paths eren's hair when it's his day-off.

Appearance: he can grow out his facial hair if he wants to but he keeps his face porcelain-smooth so he'll appear younger

Favorite color: canvas white (cause splatters of his victim's blood always looks more amazing on white). also it reminds him of that sexy summer dress his wife wore during their first meeting.

Favorite food: something fancy that you peasants couldn't even imagine. or french foods.

Favorite drink: expensive red wine, like, Jordan Cabernet Sauvignon

Favorite things to do: shooting his victim's head while getting a blowjob at a same time lounging on his couch, sipping on his red wine, having his wife on his lap, cockwarming him while they enjoy the sunset from their five-star hotel room.

Dick size: 8.1 inches

Homewrecker Eren from How Would You Know:

Age: 25-years-old

Smells like: Eros by Versace (it smells like summer but in a sexy way)

Favorite outfits: lazy lazy lazy. Track pants, sweatshirts, sneakers, probably not wearing a shirt. Would be shirtless 24/7 if you let him. The signs at the stores that say shoes, shirts, and pants required? Because of him.

Personality type: Commander (ENTJ)

Height: 181 cm

Hairstyle: rocking the long hair. Probably in a half-up half-down style. Or in a bun if he’s working out.

Appearance: clean-shaven.

Favorite color: red, maybe. Something bold.

Favorite food: home cooked meals from his wifey

Favorite drink: Water. What? He has to stay in peak shape. (Can you tell he’s competitive as hell?)

Favorite things to do: spending time with his kiddos. Making more kids with his wife, probably.

Dick size: Solid 7 thicc

Mafia Eren from here and here:

Age: 26-years-old

Smells like: The Jazz Club fragrance by Maison Margiela (it literally smells like a jazz club lmao like smokey, earthy, dark sexy dungeon vibes)

Favorite outfits: expensive black suit with white button down shirt and a Jaeger LeCoultre watch around his wrist. he always has three of his top buttons unfastened (mmmm dadddyyyyyy)

Personality type: Commander (ENTJ)

Height: 186 cm

Hairstyle: always rocking the man-bun.

Appearance: clean-shaven.

Favorite color: doesn't have one

Favorite food: anything that's cooked with wine or has saffron in it cause he's expensive as fuck

Favorite drink: Diva Vodka (which costs you both of your kidneys per bottle bye)

Favorite things to do: making sex tapes with heterochromatic girls and show the world who's the fucking daddy, collecting sports cars (ford mustangs are his favorite)

Dick size: 8.2 inches and thick as fuck you're gonna feel like you have 3 cocks in your mouth when you give him a sloppy toppy

HUGE THANKS to Sandra for figuring out their scents and MBTI's personality types (doing god's work as always). You are literally my twin and I love you harder than rockstar eren loves his wife.

[heartofsilverflames]

Reflection

warnings: nsfw under the cut, mommy kink, use of toys (strap-on), slight spanking

a/n: based off this ask, not proof read

“Eye’s on me, pretty girl.”

She moaned. Your gaze flicked back to mirror, Natasha’s lingerie clad body filling your view. Black lace pushing her breasts up perfectly. A harness tight around her hips, making your cunt clench in anticipation of what’s to come. More lace. Panties- pushed to the side when she’d planted her pussy on your face.

“Good girl, now you keep ‘em there.” She circled her hips and your lips instantly suckled around her clit earning a satisfied, fuck. “Watch mommy get off on your tongue and she’ll make that pretty pussy feel so good.” And you did. You watched her every reaction as you licked, sucked and ate her cunt like a starved woman. You saw each drop of her jaw when she’d moan, each furrow of her brow and bite of her lip when she’d get close.

She came three times, ensuring your face was drenched in her arousal before lifting off you. In an attempt to chase her, you whined and Natasha cooed at your eagerness to please her.

You were flipped over and pulled to your hands and knees. Natasha, now behind you, rubbing her soft hands against your thighs. One hand slipped between them so her thumb could paw at your now throbbing clit. The feeling made your eyes flutter closed and it wasn’t long until she’d tangled her fingers in your hair. Tugging your head back, her lips met the shell of your ear as she gave a firm reminder to keep your eyes open.

She disappeared from sight in the mirror. Your body was hot with anticipation and becoming more and more impatient as you heard her rustling around. A flash of pink caught your eye when she returned. A vibrant dildo standing proudly from the harness around her hips. “Like it?” She smirked, catching sight of your wide eyes.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Chanting quietly, you squirmed while Natasha settled behind you, shuffling forward on her knees until the tip nudged your thigh.

“Good,” She hummed, tapping the head of the dildo against your clit, sending jolts up your spine, “I’ve been wanting to fuck you like this for so long, pet.” Natasha squeezed the plump skin of your ass while she ran her silicone cock through your puffy folds.

Lining up with your entrance, she began pushing into your aching pussy. The new stretch of your walls made your jaw drop to let out a shaky breath. “How’s mommy’s cock feel, hm?” She pondered as her hand slid to meet the back of your neck. She pushed down, forcing your shoulders against the sheets. You looked into her eyes as you answered, “I love your cock, mommy.”

You ground your hips back. Oh. The slight curve of the toy causing the tip to rub against that spongey spot inside you. Natasha’s lips turned up, “That feel good?” She pulled the toy back, admiring the way your slick coated it. Pressing into you, she nudged your spot again, “There?”

You saw the already fucked-out look on your face, eyes glazed over and lips parted, you could feel the drool already pooling in your mouth. A light slap to your ass brought you back, “Answer me, pet.”

“Yes, there,” You nodded and whined, “Please, please fuck me, mommy.” She liked that. You choked on a moan at the first snap of her hips. She’s smirking at you in the mirror, one hand still holding you down, the other gripping your hip tight.

She used that grip as leverage to take you apart on her cock. Your moans only spurring her on to fuck you harder. She knew your body like the back of her hand, your cunt would be clenching around the toy like a vice and fuck, how she wished she could feel you. Feel the way your hot and wet walls squeezed tight, sucking her cock back in with each breath-knocking thrust.

Reaching behind you, you held onto Natasha’s thigh as you watched the way her hips moved relentlessly. Your nails dug into her skin pulling a groan past her lips and she responded by spanking your ass, knowing how you love the hint of pain and the way her print would stain you. Your hips thrust back rhythmically when your stomach began tightening, chasing your orgasm. “Look at you,” Natasha cooed over the sounds of your thighs slapping against hers, “Mommy’s greedy little pet.” Her hand slipped beneath you so she could play with your sensitive clit.

You cried out, bright dots spotting your view. You pleaded to cum, her fingers on your bud and her cock rubbing the spongey, sensitive spot inside you making you dizzy. “Watch, sweet girl. I want you to see how pretty you look when you cum for me.”

Your eyes found your own in the mirror, tears welling from the overwhelming pleasure. You faintly heard Natasha telling you to let go baby, over the ringing in your ears. Your expression was one of pure bliss. Lips wide in a silent cry, sweat beading your forehead as your brow screwed, eyes prying to stay open. Drool stained your cheek that was pressed against the bed. Her hips continued to rock, fucking you through your orgasm, riding it out until your thighs were quivering.

“That’s my good girl.”

You blinked the blurriness from your gaze and looked up to Natasha who had moved to kneel beside you. The pink toy, coated in your cum was blocking your view of her. Scrambling to lean up on your hands, she cupped your cheek gently. You mumbled her title into her palm making her smile down to you.

“Clean my cock for me, pretty girl,” She wiped the spit from your face and your jaw dropped to take the toy in your mouth. Tongue sliding around it, you hummed softly, tasting yourself. “Mommy’s not done with you yet, pet. I want to see you to ride me, want you to fuck yourself on my cock until you can’t anymore.”

[squishytenya]

Male reader wears lingerie in front of s/o with anyone of your choice. Also can I just say lingerie on males be looking *chef's kiss*

Pairings: aizawa, sir nighteye, dabi x male!reader

Notes: reader is a guy but this can be read as amab or afab :)

Warnings: this is smut or like pre-smut at least, individual warnings above each character, D/s themes,

Shouta Aizawa // Eraserhead

Warnings: use of ‘pretty boy’

He loves it, like genuinely

Aizawa has a normal sex drives but he’s freaky, he knows what he likes and what he doesn’t

This also means he usually doesn’t have time for lingerie, nor would he have assumed you would want to wear it which just made this so much better

His favourite colours tend to be darker and his taste in general is either soft pastels on you (baby pinks, blues with lace) or things like dark lace/harnesses

The first time, you went for the soft, lacy look

Smoothing your hands over your torso, you let out a sigh. The lace covering your waist was a very light pink, almost white. The garter belt felt soft against your stomach and you fiddled with the straps that led to matching white stockings. Your thighs spilled out of the top, making you sigh a little but you knew Shouta wouldn’t mind much. The panties were the star of the show - the same almost-white pink lace as the rest, covering your crotch completely except for a small heart shaped cut out at the top.

You had forgone the matching chest piece but slipped on a silky, sheer robe that you already owned. This helped calm your nerves as you knew your partner liked this robe. Still, you stared at your figure on the mirror. There was an odd mix of uncertainty and pride in you. You definitely looked hot though.

As can be attested by the hand that slipped round your waist, pulling you back against Aizawa’s chest. He threw his work bag on the desk, circling his arms fully around your waist and nuzzling into your neck.

“Is this what you get up to when I’m gone hmm pretty boy?”

Dark stubble scratched your neck when he talked. A small whine escaped you when he attached his lips to your neck. Kisses being left up and down caused you to shudder, whimpering when his canines nipped the warm skin. Another, more risqué, noise bubbled out of your throat when his calloused hands reached round and gripped your lace covered cheek.

“Fuck” he grunted, pushing his hips against your ass

“The things you do to me y/n”

Dabi

Warnings: corruption kink, reader has a collar, one spank

He’s very horny all the damn time

But i feel he would just assume you didn’t like the idea of lingerie and not ask? Not that he didn’t make up for it with other shit

You’re gonna have to find a way to get it into your house without him noticing because he frequently ‘helps’ you pick what underwear you wear for the day

Another person i think would either go for the completely pure, white lace lingerie because corruption kink yk? Either that or straight up leather, chains and collars

Non-stop horny compliments from this one

“Fuck” dabi grunted from above you

You were sat on his lap, facing him. He had his scarred hands pressed against your skin underneath your white babydoll. His hands moved slowly, warm flesh dragging over your skin as if savouring every part of you. You shifted. It was more of an effort to move past the slow grinding you both had found yourself in but Dabi saw this as defiance.

He tugged on the white lace of your lace panties.

“Stay fucking still” he growled into your ear, pulling your hips closer to him.

You whimpered, grinding down on his bulge once again. The spank that landed on your lace-covered ass caused you to jolt forward, once again pushing against Dabi. He grunted and turned, planting you so you were laying on the bed and facing him. He grinned down at you and leant down once more to press a row of kisses along your neck, biting around the leather of your collar.

“Gonna reward you for looking so pretty for me”

Mirai Sasaki // Sir Nighteye

He is a busy person so I don’t see him having all that high a sex drive because when he comes home he is so tired

So when you guys do have the time, you try to do different stuff a lot to make up for lost time which results in weekend long fuckfests

Honestly? Not picky at all on which type you wear BUT he has a thing for bright colours or sheer material like mesh

Wear one of those sheer bralettes and the panties that are literally see through? Or one of the mesh bodysuits? He’s gone

“Pumpkin, where are you?”

You giggled nervously, calling out to your husband that you were in your bedroom. You were perched on the bed, sheer panties and bralette contrasting against your skin with their forest green. The fabric did very little to cover anything. The twinge of nervousness grew as his footsteps drew closer, you looked towards to floor in anticipation.

Two fingers tilted your chin up.

“My, what do we have here?” He drawled, staring at your body in the lingerie.

“I thought I’d do something special for you”

Lithe hands slid down your body, circling your nipples through the barrier of mesh fabric. He hummed as he traced your body with his hands, finally coming to cup your crotch and rub you through the fabric. The friction made you whine, grabbing his arm. Yellow eyes snapped towards your face, eyebrow arched with a ‘tsk’, you let go immediately.

“You like it?” You gasped, rutting into his touch

“Definitely” he hummed, leaning down to press his lips against yours.

“So good for me, my precious boy”

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[marlena-immortale]

New Experiences: Part 1

Summary: Damiano wants to explore a new kink and is nervous to bring it up with you, but you ease his nerves. 

CW: SMUT, masturbation, anal play, choking, d/s dynamic (dom reader), dirty talk, discussion of pegging 

Word Count: 2.3k

Damiano David is a confident man. Anyone that’s met him can see it. He knows he’s hot and he doesn’t care what other people think of him, except for you. He holds your opinion very highly and definitely cares what you think about him. So when he discovers something new about himself that he wants to try out, he is very hesitant to bring it up to you. He knows that you’d never judge him and you’d probably even be into it, but his nervousness seems to still be weighing on him. 

A few weeks ago, Damiano was scrolling through Instagram when he found a post of a man dressed in panties, arching his back and bent over, with a woman’s hand on his back pushing him down. He could feel his cheeks heat up and couldn’t help but screenshot the picture (for research purposes only of course). He didn’t know why it had such an effect on him but he decided to file that away to deal with at another time. 

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Days later, you were out with your friends and Damiano had the whole house to himself. He lays down on your shared bed, cuddled up in the freshly-washed sheets. He opens his phone and finds the picture his mind just won’t let go of. Without realizing it, his other hand drifts down his own body, pretending it’s the girl’s in the picture, or better yet, your hand. He imagines your breath in his ear as you push him down into the mattress. His hand tucks inside his underwear and starts playing with his half-hard dick. 

He lets out a frustrated moan as he imagines your hips pressing into his ass. He puts his phone down, his imagination more than enough now, and brings his other hand down the back of his underwear, reaching in as he shifts to lean more on his side. His finger makes its way down further and he presses it lightly to his hole. He gasps at the new sensation but it turns into a moan once he decides that he really likes the feeling. He lets himself experiment a bit and starts rubbing little circles against his rim. His mind clouds with thoughts of you telling him what a good boy he’s being, moaning so loud and making such pretty noises while he explores himself. He can feel this new sensation all over his body and instantly knows that this will be a staple in his self-pleasure routine from now on. 

His other hand quickens its pace on his cock as he reaches his climax much quicker than expected. He can feel his hole contract on the very tip of his finger as he cums all over himself, his body shaking with pleasure. He sits there for a moment, processing what he just did and how good it felt, realizing that he definitely has to work up the courage to bring it up with you now. 

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The next day, he wakes up to an empty bed and the smell of coffee and carries himself to the kitchen to find you making espresso. You turn around to see your lovely boyfriend clad only in his snug underwear and open oversized flannel falling off his toned shoulders. A smile spreads across your face at the sight, pouring two cups of coffee. You can tell that he seems a little nervous for some reason by his hesitancy to walk closer to you like he normally would. He stays rooted by the doorway, shifting his weight from one foot, to the other, to the doorframe, and back. 

“Everything ok baby?” you ask while setting cups down on the table in front of him and pulling out the two chairs and sitting down. Damiano follows your lead and sits across from you, taking a sip from his coffee. 

“Yeah, everything’s fine…. I just have something I wanna talk to you about,” he confesses, his eyes casting down at his cup held tightly in his hands. 

You try not to get nervous yourself at his hesitancy to tell you. “Okay, what is it? You can tell me anything,” you respond, reaching to take one of his hands in your own, stroking his thumb. The gesture calms him down a bit and he takes a deep breath before replying.

“There’s something new I want to try…. like, in the bedroom,” he says, attempting to maintain eye contact the whole time. You instantly relax, a small smile now on your face, knowing it’s not anything serious and that you’d be happy to try anything he’s interested in.

“I’ve been thinking that maybe we could try…. pegging?” he says, surprised at his own hesitancy to admit his secret to you. You’re not sure why he was so nervous, it’s not like you haven’t casually brought it up before or joked around about it. In fact, you’re more than willing to try it out with him and already have some fun ideas swirling around in your head about how this could go. 

“Is that all? I’d love to fuck you darling,” you offer with a smile, threading your fingers through his own now sweaty ones. His face fills with relief and he lets go of some of the tension in his shoulders. “How about we go to my favorite sex shop and pick something out together?” you offer. 

“That sounds good. You’re really into this right? You’re not just doing this for me?” 

“Oh trust me, I am most definitely into this,” you say as you stand up and stalk over to his side of the table, climbing onto his lap, running your hands over his chest. “I can’t wait to have you trembling beneath me, my cock deep inside of you,” you whisper into his ear. You hear a soft whimper come from his mouth.  

Your words ease his worries, and also makes his heart beat a little faster and breath get a little heavier. You take his jaw into your hand and guide him to look up at you as you continue, “I’ll take it slow though baby, don’t worry. I’ll have you all stretched out and ready for me. You’ll be making such pretty noises for me, I promise it’ll feel so good”. You can see his eyes dilate and feel him getting a little excited when you shift your hips in his lap. Your hand travels lower to wrap lightly around his neck and his head tilts up, allowing you more access to feel his blood pumping under his skin. “How’s that sound baby boy? Do you like the sound of that?” 

He nods dumbly and you let him try again. “Words sweetheart,” you urge. 

“Yes, yes that sounds… really nice”.

“Yeah? Good. Why don’t you use that pretty voice to tell me exactly what you want” you whisper. It’s so easy for you to have him blushing and whimpering like putty in your hands. You just barely tighten your fingers around his throat and listen to his breath hitch and a pathetic noise leave his mouth, surprising even him. 

“I want you…” he trails off. 

“Aww, did my baby get all shy?” you coo at him. 

“I um, I want you to… I want you to shove your fingers inside me and thrust so deep I can feel you everywhere. I bet you’d just love to see me all helpless and fucked out,” he says, his bratty energy coming out in full force. His eyes are dark and lidded as he looks at you with a smirk. You raise an eyebrow, a smirk appears on your own face, seeing how he wants to play this game now. 

“You’re right baby, I would love that, to have you writhing and desperate, grinding your hips down onto me,” you say with a tight grip on his throat and the other hand slipping down to his inner thigh for emphasis. A broken whine escapes his pretty lips and you feel his erection growing against your ass. 

“But I guess you’ll just have to wait for now,” you say with a cocky smile, and swiftly lift yourself off of him with a quick kiss to his cheek, leaving him turned on and missing the feeling of you on his lap. 

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   The next day, you’re on your way to the sex shop, Damiano practically hanging off of you as you walk to the entrance, a lazy smile plastered across both of your faces. When you get to the shop, you immediately guide him to the section in the front where you know the strap-on harnesses are. His cheeks heat up, imagining you wearing it, and his head instantly goes to burrow into the space between your neck and shoulder. You run your fingers through his hair, stroking his scalp soothingly and when you see that it’s just an embarrassed smile on his face and not anything bad, you pick out a nice leather harness and lead him to the dildo section. 

You can tell that he’s getting all shy and a little subby so you decide to play with him a bit. “Why don’t you pick out one you like, sweetheart?” you ask him, your fingers tilting his chin up and to the wall of dildos in front of you. He looks around, flustered and slightly overwhelmed by all the decisions. He’s still attached to your side, acting less bratty than usual, being too out of his element to attempt to annoy you. This sweeter side of him is just about the cutest thing you’ve ever seen and you plan to see just how sweet you can make him. 

“I want you to pick it out for me,” he whispers, still a little ashamed even though there’s no one nearby. 

“Are you sure baby?” you ask, honored that he trusts you to make the best decision for him. 

“Yes,” he says, nodding while pawing at your waist like a little puppy wanting all of your attention. You melt seeing him be so cute and submissive for you. 

You look to the wall of dildos and find the perfect one; a pretty pastel pink one that’s as close as you can find to Damiano’s actual size, “so you can get a taste of your own medicine,” you say with a wink, placing it in your basket. 

His blush deepens pinker than the dildo realizing that he’s intimidated by his own length. You guide him further into the store, the both of you still with stupid smiles across your face, so enamored and in love with each other. You find the lingerie section and pick out a pretty white lacy set for him, knowing he loves the feeling of lace against his skin and knowing just how sexy  he’ll look in it.

You pick up a few more supplies you’ll need for the big night and check out at the counter before walking back to the car. As soon as you put the bag in the backseat and get situated in your seat, you look over at your beautiful boyfriend and sub to find him looking more embarrassed than he has been all day which was strange considering you’re alone now and not staring at a wall of dildos. 

You look down to see the cause of Damiano’s embarrassment; the growing bulge in his pants. You smile, knowing how shy he gets about getting hard so easily. 

“Aw, my poor sensitive puppy, always so easily turned on,” you say, leaning in close, your breath on his neck and your fingers brushing gently across his clothed erection, teasing him. As soon as he whimpers and starts to buck up into your hand, you sit back up and start the car. 

“Nooo, please touch me,” he whines when you start pulling out of the parking lot. 

You laugh and respond, “Well if you behave like a good boy, I’ll give you a nice reward when we get home”. He pouts but doesn’t say anything else. “Are you gonna be a good boy for me?”

“Yes, I promise,” Damiano desperately responds, needing some sort of release. 

“Okay then, I want you to unzip your pants, pull your cock out, and make yourself cum,” you instruct him, keeping your eyes on the road ahead of you. His hands immediately fumble at his zipper, trying to get it down as quickly as possible. He pulls his pants and underwear down just far enough to pull himself out of them and immediately begins softly stroking. You can feel yourself getting turned on hearing his noises beside you as you navigate your car along the highway. He gasps as his thumb rubs across his tip, his head thrown back and hips moving of their own accord.    

“C’mon baby, I know you can do better than that,” you encourage him condescendingly. 

“Please, I need your hand,” Damiano begs you as he desperately strokes himself, staring at your hands clutching the steering wheel. 

“Aw honey, I know you can do it yourself. You’re being such a good boy for me,” you say. Your words bring him closer to his climax as his hand speeds up on his cock. The car fills with the beautiful sounds of Damiano’s moans and gasps and quiet whimpers of your name that barely are able to make it past his lips. He only needs a few more strokes until he’s loudly moaning and spilling all over his own hand and shirt. 

“This is gonna be fun,” you say, a big smile on your face as Damiano catches his breath, recovering from his orgasm.

[missluckycharms]

The One With The Strap On.

Word count: 2.9k.

Warnings: Daddy Kink, Pegging, Dom Harry, rough play, cursing, dirty talk, spanking, slapping (consensual) spitting, anal play.

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The black lace adorns her body. Hugging every curve and highlighting the olive under tone of her skin. Bleached blonde curls falling down her back, cascading like a waterfall you want to get lost in. The way she wears the two piece lingerie set and the stockings better than any model is what makes him weak at the knees every single time.

"It's alright lovie, c'mere. It's only me" his voice is soft as he beckons her over with grabby hands. She complies, stepping over to him as she smiles shyly, blush creeping up onto her cheeks and chest that has seemed to calm down.

She stands at the side of the bed, watching as he sits up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed looking up at her through loose curls.

"Look so beautiful baby, all for me? Hmm?" His fingers play with the straps connecting her lace thong to her stockings. He lets it snap back down causing a shiver to run down her spine.

"Yes daddy, all for you" her voice is a whisper as she brushes the loose curls from his eyes as he kisses her belly lovingly. It tickles but she bites her lip to suppress any giggles that threaten to slip out.

"Yeah? Looked this pretty to fuck Daddy's ass?" His words does something to her, goosebumps now littering her skin as he sucks the skin of her exposed hips that aren't covered by the lace.

"Can't wait for you to stretch me out Angel baby, been thinking about it all day" his breath is hot against her skin, her fingers tangled in his hair as he sucks and kisses her skin.

"... need to be fucked in the ass, don't I lovie? Been feeling so desperate and empty" he sounds almost whiny as he speaks, his voice low and his eyes closed as he drags his lips along her belly and hip bones.

"Yes Daddy" she chokes out, her voice almost lost in her chest at how desperate he sounds. And it's only for her, he's always desperate for her.

"Where's your pretty cock baby? In the wardrobe?" He asks softly, his eyes looking into hers as he fiddles with the straps on her lace stockings.

She nods as he smiles up at her warmly, planting one kiss to her hip before lightly tapping the flesh of her ass.

"Can you get it for me baby? I'll help you into it" she obeys. Turning on her heels to stalk over to the wardrobe beside the bathroom door. He leans back on his elbows watching the way her ass jiggles and her hips sway with every step she takes.

She appears before him again, bright pink dildo in hand attached to the harness, curved at both ends to give them both pleasure as she pounds into him mercilessly like they did before. This time feels different, Harry wants to be fucked by her but he still wants all the control. And who is she to complain? She loves when he's in control, especially at these times since it's all about him.

She grips onto his hair, long curls wrapping around her fingers as he sucks and nips at her clit, it's sloppy and messy like they both like it. She grinds her hips into his face as he grips onto her hips helping her move against his tongue that's now made its way inside her.

Her moans are a song to his ears, the melody making his dress pants tighter as he licks into her moaning under his breath at the sweet taste. He could stay like this forever, he wouldn't be mad if his cause of death was by suffocation from his Angels thighs.

Her wetness is coating his chin, matting the slight stubble he's sporting to his skin while giving it a sheen that makes him glow in the candle light around them. He looks like a god she thinks, but she always thinks that. But right now, her heart is full of love for him, and only him.

"D-daddy m'gonna cum" she moans out. Harry quickens his pace sucking her clit. He circles two fingers around her hole before sliding in and moaning at the feeling of her walls around him.

"That's it baby, fuck look at you takin' my fingers like a filthy little baby" his eyes are hooded as he flicks them from looking at where his fingers are and her eyes that are trying to stay open, the pleasure making her involuntary flutter them closed.

"Gonna cum for me? Mmh? Gonna cum all over daddy's fingers puppy?" When he says that pet name she looses it, her legs shake and her hands grip onto his shoulders as she falls down against him moaning out loudly as he fucks his fingers into her riding her through it.

"There we go puppy, ssh it's okay — I've got ya" his words sooth her as she pants against him, legs and arms jelly like as he brushes her hair from her sweat covered face.

Harry thinks she's a goddess, a beautiful light radiating, sweet sounding and tasting Goddess.

"You okay to carry on lovie? Do you want to stop? I'll draw you a bath and we can just cuddle?" Her heart soars at his words, she will never get over how fast he can switch up from his dominant side to his sweet side. It's another thing she absolutely adores about him.

"I'm okay, promise" she quietly reassures him, looking up at him through her thick eyelashes. He smiles lovingly down at her, she looks so happy and fucked out by one orgasm — she can never take the amount of orgasms Harry gives her, but she loves it.

"Good girl. Stand up for me, need to get this into you" he taps her thigh causing her to rise up to her feet, she looks down at him as he kisses her inner thighs holding the hot pink dildo in his large ring clad hands.

She bites her lip as he sucks the dildo into his mouth. His plushy pink lips swollen and full around the silicone as he keeps his eyes on her. He pulls it out and when he spits on it and rubs the dildo to spread the wetness, she's sure she's going to cum again at the sight.

"Needed to get it wet for you puppy" he says with a croak, his throat scratchy from deep throating the silicone cock. She smiles as he lifts up her leg again, resting her foot on his thigh as he places a kiss to her inner thigh.

"Relax for me Angel" his words coax her through as he slides the dildo, her walls immediately gripping around it causing him to moan out at the sight of his Angel stood before him with a dildo between her legs, the other end soon going in him.

It's driving him crazy. She drives him crazy.

"Look so pretty lovie, feel okay?" He asks looking her over, his eyes burning into hers as he leans back on his elbows smiling to himself. She's all his, and only his.

"Yeah it feels okay daddy, thank you" her voice is soft and sweet while she stands in the most filthy outfit. She can look like an Angel at any time he's noticed. And it's another thing he adores about her.

"Always so good and polite for me puppy" he beckons her over with a finger, she walks towards him, silicone dildo hanging between her legs as she blushes heading his way.

He sits up and grabs the other side of the dildo, slowly rubbing it as she brushes his curls from his face watching him as he carefully inspects the dildo.

"Daddy's gonna suck your pretty cock now baby, keep your hands in my hair" he instructs as she nods obeying. She grips his hair tighter as he closes his eyes with a moan licking a bold stripe up the dildo.

She moans quietly as the movements from his end makes the end inside her move and brush up against her g spot. She will never regret buying this, it was her best purchase ever.

His head bobs up and down as he sucks the silicone cock looking up at her through his eyelashes. He's a natural and she thinks he belongs like this — with a cock in his mouth as he blinks up at her innocently.

"Need it in me now baby love, can you get the lube?" He asks giving one last lick up the dildo as she nods walking over towards the bedside table where they keep their lubes. They have many kinds, a heating one, a freezing one, a strawberry flavoured one, blackcurrant flavour one you name it and they have it.

She pulls out the one they use on Harry every time he needs to be fucked — the warming one which makes him tingle, he loves the sensation and sometimes he puts it on his cock and just walks around with it slathered on him through out the day — he just loves the feeling it gives.

When she turns back with the half empty bottle in hand, he's laid out on their bed, bare from the waist down. His shirt is only fastened with two buttons as he lays there stroking himself looking at his Angel.

"Gonna need to stretch daddy out, haven't had your cock in me in awhile sweetheart" she nods not trusting her own voice to speak, she knows it'll come out as a moan at the way he's pleasuring himself and speaking right now.

"Can you get on your hands and knees for me? Daddy?" She asks politely, she smiles pecking her lips as she kneels at the end of the bed. He gets into position, his knees and hands on the sheets while his ass is up in the air.

She'll never get sick of this sight. His hole clenching around nothing as the air in the room licks it. His stern gaze as he looks over his shoulder at her makes her drip down the dildo that sits snugly in her.

She's crazy for him.

"Excited to fuck daddy Angel? Bet your fucking dripping down that cock" she moans lightly at his words as she opens the bottle of lube.

She squirts some of the liquid down onto his exposed hole. She watches in awe as it clenches around it, his moans throaty and breath filled as he feels the tingle begin to heat up his skin just how he likes it.

She coats her ring and middle finger that are clad with her gold initial rings matching Harry's ones that shine in the warmth of the candle light on his hands that are sprawled out on the white sheets beneath him.

"That's it baby, fuck daddy with your pretty fingers" his voice is low and laced with pleasure as she guides her fingers into his hole. The tightness making her curse under her breath watching in awe at how he takes it.

"Harder baby, need it harder" he moans out pushing back and fucking himself on her two fingers as she watches with hooded eyes fucking him with her fingers the way he wants and likes it.

"Just like that, look pretty baby? Does daddy's hole look pretty all stretched out on your fingers?" He asks turning to look at her over his shoulder with his bottom lip between his teeth.

Sweat is now glistening on his skin, his white shirt stuck to his back and hanging off is shoulders as he shuts his eyes clenching his teeth and moaning with the pleasure. She looks down and sees his hard leaking cock sitting against the sheets — making a mess out of the freshly cleaned linen.

"I'm ready for you now Angel, fuck daddy with your cock. Need it so badly" she nods complying, she pulls out her fingers and watches as he presses his cheek against the sheets as he reaches back to spread open his ass cheeks. His palms flat on the skin, all of his rings on show as he waits for her to begin.

She slathers the dildo with the lube before guiding it into his hole. He moans out at the stretch and the feeling of the tingling lube in and on him. He grips the sheets in pleasure as he throws his head back. She flicks her eyes between where they're connected and the back of his curly head as she moans in awe at how he's taking it.

"Yes baby, daddy's so fucking full of you" he moans out as she begins to move. This causes him to grip the sheets tighter as he fucks himself back on the dildo meeting her thrusts.

The room is filled with their moans, skin slapping and whimpers that escape Harry's lips every now and then when he isn't moaning for her to go deeper and faster. The dimness of the room making it feel that more sensual and intimate.

"Doing so good baby, fucking daddy so good" he moans through gritted teeth as he reaches out to grab onto the headboard near his face. She watches as his painted nails dig into the wooden headboard, his rings biting into his skin as he moans out loudly not being able to stop himself.

The dildo hitting their spots repeatedly cause them to moan out at every thrust she makes. One of her hands grip onto his hair, the other gripping onto his hips as she fucks into him at lightening speed like he requested. The two of them coated in sweat and in pure bliss at what's happening — they love moments like this together, it's intimate, it's love filled but it's also filthy and erotic.

"You okay Angel? Need me to take over?" He asks through moans a she shakes her head moaning out a no as he puts all her strength and energy behind each thrust she makes.

"Feels amazing darling, doing so good for me. You stretchin' me out nice and loose yeah? Can you see daddy's hole stretched around your cock?" His mouth hangs open after he speaks due to a hard thrust that makes him moan out as the head of the dildo brushes up against his prostate.

"Yes daddy, you look so fucking hot right now" she moans out as he smiles smugly, his eyes fluttering shut as she fucks him into the mattress while one of his hands grips the headboard for leverage as she destroys him.

"So do you baby, come here" he instructs as she nods leaning down, pressing her chest to his back as he turns his head meeting hers. They smile at one another before he catches her lips with his in a sloppy, teeth clashing kiss.

"Fuckin' me so good, daddy feels so good right now darling. Making me so proud aren't ya?" He asks against her lips as she nods licking his bottom lip as he moans into her mouth.

"Gimme your hand baby" she nods at his words kneeling up and extending her hand out to him as he rises to his knees, resting his back against her chest, one hand still gripping the headboard as he hangs his head moaning in pleasure.

He wraps her hand around his cock, guiding her other down to his balls. She catches on quickly and begins to jerk him off — he does this when he's close, she's happy he's close because she didn't know how much longer she could of held off.

"Yes baby, make daddy cum, come on. Gonna cum so fuckin hard for you. You love daddy's cum don't ya? Filthy fucking thing" he moans out as she moans out watching as she cums all over her hand, she releases herself onto the dildo as she rides them both through their highs by fucking him slowly.

When they finally come down from their highs, the two of them cleaned up and freshly changed from their previous actives, they lay in one another's arms under the fresh bed clothes they put on together. It took awhile due to them being hardly able to walk, but they done it and they couldn't be happier at the fact they did — it's nice to just lay in clean sheets after being fucked senseless. They both agree on this.

"You okay?" She whispers into his hair as he lays on her bare chest — he loves to suck and lay on her chest as he cuddles her, she doesn't disagree — she loves it also.

"Don't think I'll be able to walk for a week, but I'm good, so fuckin' good Angel baby"

[atlafan]

And They Were Roommates - One Shot

a/n: I’ve had this idea for a long time, and I’m glad it’s finally come together. I love friends to lovers fics, they make my stomach twist in the best possible way, so I hope you all enjoy these two! Feedback and reblogs are always helpful. (not proofread)

Warnings: two idiots refusing to just get together until they do, SMUT, mentions of Only Fans (which I truthfully know nothing about, but I wanted to make things saucy)

Words: 11.3K

“We just need to be quiet in case my roommate’s home.” You say to your date, Jeremy, as you key into your flat. He nods with a grin as you enter.

“Hey, lovie, how was the-“ Harry smirks when he sees you come in with your date. “I see it went well, never mind.”

You roll your eyes at him. He was sitting on the couch in some sweat pants, and that was it, watching some romantic comedy.

“Harry, this is Jeremy, Jeremy this is my roommate Harry.”

“I’m her best friend too, but I can see she clearly hasn’t brought me up all night. M’a little offended, pet.”

“Okay, well, I’ll try to be more courteous.” You shake your head at him, and tug Jeremy along to your bedroom. “Sorry about him. He usually goes out on Friday nights, but lately he’s been staying in more.”

“You…you live with that guy?”

“Sure.” You shrug and then wrap your arms around his neck. “We’ve been friends for years, and we’re in the same grad program, so it just made sense to split a flat.”

“Listen…uh, I was excited that you invited me up, but I can’t fuck you with that guy sitting out there.”

“What?” You frown and step back. “Why not?”

“Because I’ll just think you’re thinking of him the whole time. He’s…like…perfect! I can’t compete with that.”

“Jeremy, you’re being silly, just clear your head, we can-“

“Sorry, Y/N.”

Jeremy opens your door and leaves you standing in your room. You were in shock. Jeremy walks quickly back out into the main area, and sees Harry still sitting and watching his movie.

“Oi, that was quick, mate. Hope you left my girl satisfied.” Harry grins at a disgruntled Jeremy, and he leaves.

“You know it’s comments like that…” You sniffle as you stand there in your pretty dress and heels. “That make guys just up and leave.”

“What are you talking about?”

“He took one look at you sitting there like that and ran off!”

“So, I can’t even sit in the comfort of my own living room without some douche feeling emasculated? Are you sure you want someone like that fucking you, Y/N?”

“I just wanted to hook up! Christ, now I have to go take care of it myself.” You groan.

“Well, when you’re done, come join me. We can watch My Best Friend’s Wedding.” He leans forward and smiles. “You look really nice tonight, I’m sorry he was an idiot.”

“Thanks.” You wipe your finger under your nose. “Would you make some popcorn or something?”

“On it.”

Alright, some explanation is probably needed here. See, you and Harry met your sophomore year of uni, no, not drunk at some party, in class, actually. You both were education majors, so you ended up having a lot of classes together once you really dove into your major courses. You got paired up on a project together, and there was no separation between the two of you after that.

Normally, Harry wouldn’t have been the type of guy you’d be friends with. To be honest, he dressed like a douchebag when you first met him. You wondered why he’d want to be a teacher. He had floppy curls, wore a snapback with every outfit, and you didn’t think he owned a pair of jeans that didn’t have any rips in them. Although, you did enjoy his Chelsea boots, his sweaters, and his nail polish and rings.

You were innocent, and sort of preppy while he was loud mouthed and scruffy. Your friend groups never merged, but your best friend knew about your friendship with Harry. She’d constantly poke fun and say you had a crush on him. You didn’t. Harry was hot as fuck, anyone with eyes could see that, but you weren’t into him in that way. That was one of the reasons he liked hanging out with you so much. Most girls that tried to be his friend were just trying to fuck, and that could be fun, but sometimes he genuinely wanted to meet up for coffee and have a conversation without it leading to screwing on an extra-long twin bed.

Harry’s friends knew you well. As the years went on, you’d often be the one he’d bring back to his place drunk. You started off by sleeping on the floor, and then one night you realized you both adults and could sleep in the same bed. His friends would give him an equally tough time about you. Sometimes you’d come over and wait in his room for him while he was out with another girl. To some that may have been weird, but nothing was better than drunk platonic cuddles.

There was one night, your senior year, you had woken up with him spooning you. In all the nights spent together, you two never fell asleep or woke up like that. You didn’t shift when you felt his morning wood poking you. His arm was draped loosely over you. You almost wanted to see if he’d make a move, so you pretended to stay asleep a little longer. His hand had slid to your hip and squeezed it, but that was the extent of the interaction. He rolled onto his back, and you did the same. You looked up at him and started giggling.

“It’s not funny.” He groaned, putting his forearm over his eyes.

“Didn’t know I did it for you, Har.” You poked the dimple forming on his face as he smiled.

“Don’t flatter yourself, sweetheart, happens to every guy in the morning.” He peered down at you and you rolled your eyes.

You had never spoken about it afterwards. You didn’t want to embarrass him. When you both talked about grad school, and got into the same university, he asked you to be his flat-mate.

“You don’t wanna live with Niall and Louis anymore?”

“They’re getting real jobs, they won’t wanna listen to me complain about school. I’ve found a great two bedroom place. I think it could be fun for us. Dontcha wanna live with me, baby?” He pouted at you and you nudged his shoulder and laughed.

“Christ, I hate it when you start getting all beggy. Alright, we can live together.”

He took you in his arms and hugged you. You were both extremely excited. Sometimes it seemed like you and Harry knew everything about each other, but that was not the case. After you moved in and got settled, it was time you revealed something to him. You called him into your bedroom to talk.

“Is everything okay? You’re not having doubts, are you?”

“No! Not at all, I’m glad we’re doing this. I feel safe with you here, and I’m glad we still have classes together. I…I just need to tell you something. Um, I don’t know what you do to...like, when you’re alone, I don’t know what you use, but I know things can pop up geographically, so I just wanted to warn you.” You bit your bottom lip, and turned your laptop around to show him your Only Fans page. His eyes widened, and then he shook his head.

“This is a joke, right? You made a fake website.”

“It’s not fake…” You muttered. “I don’t do lives, I don’t get naked, and I don’t show my face.”

“Then what do you do?”

“I was a dance minor, as you may recall.” He nodded yes at you. “So I make little strip tease videos and blur my face. Sometimes I take lingerie photos too. It’s a wonder what people will pay for.”

“How’d you get into this?” There was no judgement in his voice, he was genuinely curious.

“It started as a joke between Jenna and I, but then we started making money, and it’s enough that I can pay all my bills and live comfortably. I’ve already paid off one of my student loans thanks to this. I don’t even know if you use Only Fans, but I knew you’d probably recognize me or something if you stumbled across it so…I just wanted to warn you.”

“You know…the coffee shop I work at is hiring if you don’t feel like doing this kind of stuff.” He smirked.

“I actually don’t mind it. I essentially work for myself.”

“So you don’t sit in front of your camera and get yourself off with little bunny ears on?”

“No.” You laughed. “Just videos of me dancing in some intricate lighting, and saucy photos.”

“Can I see?”

“What?!”

“Not one of the videos, show me some pictures.”

“Harry…”

“Come on. I’ve seen you dressed to the nines before, but I’m having trouble believing you would take any provocative photos.”

“Fine.” You clicked through the various photos, and find a mostly decent one. “Here, you can look at this one.”

His eyes widen again as he scans it over. You could only see your face from the lips down. You had a lollypop pressed to them, and some of the juice from it was dripping down your chin. You were laying on your bed in a pink lace bodysuit, and if he squinted he could probably see your nipples, but he chose against it. Your legs were up against the headboard, crossed at the ankle.

“Well?” You asked.

“It’s, uh, it’s very tasteful.” He cleared his throat. “Thanks for telling me…I…I  mean I definitely look at porn sometimes, so…uh…definitely wouldn’t have wanted to accidentally wanked it to you.”

“I doubt you would have even stayed on my page for long. You probably like to watch the really freaky shit.” You grinned and closed your laptop.

“I don’t know, there’s something sort of sexy about someone looking so innocent.”

“And that’s exactly what my viewers seem to say in the comments.”

Harry never brought up your page after that. You didn’t make him promise not to go searching for it, you just figured he wouldn’t. With all that aside, your living situation was working out perfectly. Sometimes Harry would bring home the day old muffins or bagels from the coffee shop, and you both had all the free coffee you could drink.

When you first moved in he was like his old self. He went out on dates almost every weekend. Normally he wouldn’t bring someone back, but once in a while he would. You never minded, you’d bring people back too, but you started to notice a pattern. Most guys either would have a tough time fucking you if he was home, or would end up leaving the way Jeremy did. You weren’t sure why they felt so threatened by Harry.

You supposed Jeremy could have been taken aback by seeing Harry shirtless. He was muscular, but not quite skinny. Buff in a way. He could hurt someone if he really wanted to. Once you’ve changed into some comfy pj’s, you plop down on the couch with Harry, and dive into the bowl of popcorn he made so you could watch your movie.

“So, I take it you’re not gonna take care of things yourself?”

“I’m too annoyed now.” You sigh. “It’s fine. I’ll try my luck with some random when we go out tomorrow night.”

“Good idea.” He throws his arm around you, and you both settle as the opening credits start.

//

Harry had to be up early for his shift at the coffee shop. After getting some schoolwork done, you took the opportunity to get some other work done. You had to be dressed for the club tonight anyways, so you got dolled up, and took some new photos for your page. You always got comments about your lips, so you’d use blow-pops to kiss against, or to rub against. You got some really great shots in, and got dressed in your regular clothes before Harry got home.

“Got your evening makeup on already? It’ll be hours before we leave, love.” He says as he runs a hand through his hair.

“You’re not the only one that worked today.” You wink at him and he rolls his eyes.

“You know, if I didn’t have all my tattoos I could be doing the same thing you’re doing.”

“Plenty of people with tattoos have pages.”

“The last thing I need is to start working at some school, and have a parent recognize me for the wrong reasons.”

“True.” You nod and go into the fridge. “I’m gonna make some stirfry, are you hungry?”

“I could eat.” He shrugs. “I’m gonna go shower.”

“Alright.”

You didn’t necessarily mind that you’re dating life was a little tricky. You had all the domesticity you could need with Harry, however, you were certainly hoping to meet someone tonight at the club. You just wanted to have a meaningless hookup.

After dinner, and having a couple of drinks at home, you and Harry meet up with Niall and Louis at the club. Louis and Harry were laughing over something, so you decide to pay Niall a little attention. You always thought he was cute and funny. He was always nice to you too, as was Louis.

“How are things with your classes?” He asks. “Sort of wish I was doing the grad school thing.”

“Oh, but your job is so cool! Data analysis is riveting.” You giggle against the rim of your drink and he shakes his head. “Classes are good. I’m more so just excited to start teaching, but I have a while for that yet. Practicum last year was such a tease.”

“I bet you’d be a fun teacher, you’d certainly have no problem keeping my attention.” He slings one of his arms around the back of the booth you were sitting in and he inches closer. You smile at him and take a sip of your drink.

“Yeah? Why’s that?” You put your hand on his shoulder and twirl the material of his shirt around your finger.

“Your voice for one thing. It’s smooth, soothing. Your smile is sweet, so that helps too.”

You blush a little from his compliments, and finish your drink.

“Need another, babe?” Harry asks, breaking you and Niall from your little chat.

“I can get it.” Niall says. “Vodka tonic?”

“Please.” You smile and watch him go up to the bar. Louis and Harry look at you. “What?”

“Are you trying to fuck Niall?” Louis asks.

“Of course she’s no-“ Harry says, but he’s cut off by you.

“So what if I am?” She scoffs. “It’s safer than trying to get some guy I don’t know, right?”

“If that’s the case, why not just fuck Harry?” Louis smirks.

Harry death glares Louis as your face scrunches.

“It’s a little cliché, isn’t it?” You say. “Fucking your roommate and best friend? I’ll pass. That’s a load of drama we don’t need.”

“So, what you’re saying is, if Harry wasn’t your roommate or your best friend, you’d fuck him?”

“Hmm…” You tap your chin playfully and look Harry up and down. Before you can answer, Niall returns with your drink, and another round for the guys. “Thank you.” You say to him, and he sits down closely next to you.

“You wouldn’t wanna dance, would you?” Niall asks you.

“I’d love to!”

You both get up and make your way over to the dancefloor. Harry sulks while he plays with the straw in his drink.

“What are you all mopey for, huh?” Louis asks him.

“I don’t really like the idea of them hooking up. Could change the dynamic of things for all of us.”

“Instead of worrying about that, why don’t we try to go meet some ladies of our own, hm?” Louis smiles at Harry, and Harry nods in agreement.

You were having a lot of fun dancing with Niall, and his laugh was infectious tonight. You told him you needed to use the ladies room, and when you came back he was acting like a completely different person.

“Did I do something wrong?” You ask him over the blaring music.

“No! I just…” He looks over at Harry and Louis and then back to you. “We really shouldn’t be messing around like this.”

“We were just dancing.”

“But it was going to lead to something more, no?”

“Did you want it to?”

“Well, yeah, but you’re my friend, and…I wouldn’t want to make anything weird between us.”

“So…you don’t wanna go into the single stall bathroom and have me suck you off?” You bat your lashes at him and his eyes widen.

“Shit.” He says under his breath. “Are you serious?”

“Yes.”

“Alright.”

He wraps his hand around your wrist, and leads you through the crowd of people. You both go into the bathroom without a single thought and lock the door. You could hear the music faintly as you looked at each other.

“You seemed pretty sure of things before.” You say to him.

“I…I wigged out for a second. I really want this.”

You smile and step forward, pressing your lips to his. His hands go to your hips, and he squeezes you. He tasted like the tequila he had been drinking, and you smile against him. You kiss across his jaw, and to his neck while your hands work to undo his belt.

“You’re okay with this?” You ask him.

“Yeah, go for it. Would it be easier if I sat up on the counter?”

“No, I don’t mind getting on my knees, thanks.” You smirk at him and sink down, tugging his pants and boxers down just enough for his hard dick to spring out. You look up at him, impressed.

“Don’t look so surprised.”

“Sorry.” You chuckle. “Good for you, though, honestly.”

You kiss his tip and he jerks slightly towards you. You wrap your lips around him, and suck on him. His hands move your hair back, and you close your eyes as you work him over. You pump what you can’t fit, or what you don’t feel like fitting, and you hear him panting. This is all you wanted, you just wanted to make someone feel good.

“Y/N, I’m gonna come.” He warns you, and you give his thigh a squeeze to let him know it’s okay.

He comes into your mouth, and you swallow it to not make a mess. He helps you stand up, and then you help him zip his pants. After rinsing your mouth out he grabs you and kisses you. Your eyes flutter closed as he sucks on your bottom lip.

“Would you finger me?” You ask him just above a whisper against your lips.

“I’ll do anything you want.”

//

Louis was off making out with some girl while Harry was at the bar, brooding. You and Niall come back from the bathroom with flushed cheeks. Harry looks at you, and then looks at Niall. Niall just rubs the back of his neck and looks away.

“Y/N, are you ready to go home?” Harry asks her.

“Um…I was hoping to have another drink, but if you wanna leave we can.”

“I’d like to, yeah.”

You both say goodnight to Niall, and head out. He doesn’t say anything to in the back of the cab, and he’s quiet as you both go inside your flat. He fills two glasses of water and hands one to you.

“What’s wrong?” You ask him.

“Why’d you have to fuck my friend? Of all the guys in there, it had to be Niall?”

“I’m going to bed, I’m not having this conversation with you.” You start to walk away from him.

“So if I took Rachel into the bathroom at club and fucked her, you’d be fine with it?”

“Rachel’s a lesbian, so that’s a moot point.”

“You know what I’m trying to say.”

“I wouldn’t care, Harry. Also, you make it seem like Niall isn’t my friend, when he is. And not that it’s any of your business, but we didn’t do more than diddle each other. I sucked him off, and then I let him finger me, that was it.”

“You know, if you just needed to get off, I’m sure your own hand would have sufficed.” He huffs.

“Sometimes you just wanna feel someone else’s hand.” You say quietly.

“So Niall’s a good enough friend to diddle you, but I’m not? I’m extremely offended.”

“Harry…I don’t have to see Niall every day. It would get weird between us, and you know it.”

“I’m just saying, if you needed some help-“

“Don’t finish that sentence. You’re drunk, you don’t know what you’re talking about. Go put yourself to bed, I’m gonna go wash up.”

“I’m assuming no cuddles tonight then?”

“You’ve assumed correctly, goodnight.”

Harry emerges from his room around ten the next morning, thankful he had the day off from work. You were sitting on the couch in the living room, coffee cup in hand while reading one of your textbooks. He sees you’ve made coffee, and he pours himself a cup.

“Morning.” He yawns as he sits next to you.

“Morning.” You say without looking at him.

“Are you mad at me for some reason? Usually you come to my room after we’ve been out like that, and you didn’t…”

“Harry, do you seriously not remember what happened last night?” He shakes his head no at you. “It just wasn’t a good night for drunk cuddles, okay? Can we leave it at that?”

“Alright.” He shrugs and takes a sip of his coffee. “Do you feel like going to the campus library with me in a bit? I’ve got a paper to work on, and a change of scenery would do be some good.”

“Sure! I have some mock lesson plans I need to work on so that sounds good.”

He watches you get up and go into your room so you can get ready. He sighs to himself, feeling bad for lying to you. He takes his phone out to text Niall.

Harry: I’m sorry about last night…I know I can’t control what you do and who you do it with, and clearly what I said to you didn’t matter anyways

Niall: I was going to listen…but she really wanted it, mate, I’m sorry. It wasn’t anything serious, just two friends helping each other out, alright?

Harry: alright

Niall: are you sure you don’t have feelings for her?

Harry: I just don’t think it’s smart for our little circle to comingle like that, that’s all

Niall: whatever you say

“Harry, go get dressed, the sooner we go, the sooner we can come back and watch a movie.”

“Right.” He says with a smile and gets up.

//

Harry fucked up one night. He didn’t feel like trolling on Tinder for a lay, so he found himself on Only Fans. There were a couple of pages he was subscribed to, but they just weren’t doing it for him tonight. He wanted something a little different, so, against his better judgement…he went to your page. Sometimes he’d check it out just to make sure no one was leaving you any sick comments, he never really went there to ogle you. But because you didn’t use your face, he could use his imagination a little bit. He puts his headphones in, and clicks on one of your free videos.

He smiles when he hears one of your favorite songs playing in the background. You were a skilled video editor, hoping to teach that media arts. The video fades in, and there you are, completely clothed. You start dancing, it wasn’t over sexy, but you had a way about taking your clothes off. You were doing a chair dance, one of your specialties. The video ends with you just about to take your shirt off, and then it fades out with a smirk on your lips.

“Oh, she’s good.” He says to himself.

Leaving people wanting more was certainly key on this site. He sighs, and clicks through a couple of the other free things you had on your page, and then eventually he pays to subscribe. You’d never know it was him, it’s not like he used his real name. He was more curious than anything to see what else you could have on there. He clicks through some of your photos. His jaw drops when he sees you licking a lollypop.

There’s a knock on his door, and he nearly throws his laptop across the room. He exits out of his all his tabs and closes his laptop.

“Come in!”

“Hey.” You say, leaning against the door frame.

“What’s up?” He was sweating. Had you seen that you had a new subscriber? Had you somehow figured out it was him?

“I have cramps, can I come lay with you?”

“Oh.” He sighs with relief. “Sure.” He makes some room for you on his bed, and climb on, laying on your stomach.

“What were you up to?”

“Looking for some porn to watch, to be honest with you.” He chuckles as he rubs at your lower back.

“Oh, Christ.” You laugh and nudge his leg. “You didn’t need to let me in.”

“It’s alright, you’re more interesting anyways. How was your day? Feel like I barely saw you?”

“It was good. I had a lot of work to get done so I was at the library, and then I met up with Rach for dinner.”

“How’s she?”

“Good. She’s finally starting to make some friends at work.” You sit up and move to sit on your bum. “I have a cheeky idea. Let’s find a really bad porn to watch.”

“Together?”

“Yeah! We could find a cheesy one from the seventies or something, stuff our faces with ice cream and have a good laugh.”

“I’ll go get the ice cream, you find one to watch.” He slides his laptop over to you, and gets up.

You knew his password, so you enter it in. You open up his browser, and go on incognito mode. He comes back shortly with a gallon of ice cream and two spoons.

“Okay, I think I’ve found one. Major bush on this woman, and the guy.”

“Incredible.” He laughs and hands you a spoon. “Let’s see how they did it back then. Who knows, I may learn something new.”

“God, porn back then was only made for men.” You scoff, and take a bite of the ice cream. “I mean, these women just lay there and take it! What’s the fun in that?”

“I know, I like it when the girl’s a little more involved instead of just starfishing.”

“I’m all for a guy being on top, but you really shouldn’t just lay there. There’s still plenty a girl can do. Although, I have to say, when I’m not super into it, I just lay there until the guy comes.”

“Why not just speak up and tell him to do something else?”

“At that point there’s no coming back. Besides, you know how fragile the male ego is.” You smirk at him.

“True…although, I think it’s really hot when a girl is vocal in the bedroom. If she’s telling me how she likes it then I know she knows her body, and that image alone is so satisfying.” He takes a slow bite of the ice cream to watch your face.

“It doesn’t get frustrating?”

“Not for me.” He shrugs. “I mean, I’m usually able to figure it out without much help, but I always make sure to ask if it feels good.”

“What a gentleman.” You poke his cheek and he swats it away. “I like it when a guy is vocal too, like, isn’t afraid to moan, that kind of stuff.”

“I never understood why guys are so afraid to moan. If it feels good, let it out.”

“Exactly!”

You both completely forgot you had an old porn on in the background until you heard an extremely fake moan rip through the speaker. You both laugh hysterically.

“This must’ve been before boobs jobs got popular, those are as natural as they get.” Harry laughs.

“Jesus, I know, look at those things bounce!” You laugh, and then look down at yourself, frowning.

“What?”

“Well….I have, like, bowling ball tits, like when you go candle pin bowling, is it attractive to watch big, heavy boobs like that?” You point to the screen. “And mine are kinda saggy, and-“

“Please, stop talking about yourself like that. Don’t you have, like, thousands of subscribers on your Only Fans? People clearly like the way you look.”

“They’ve never seen me naked.”

“Still.” He looks down at your covered chest. You were wearing a sweatshirt. “You…not to sound creepy, but you’ve got a great set on you. I’ve always thought so.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I just never said anything because I didn’t want you knowing I was checking you out.” He smirks and throw one of his pillows at him. “It’s hard not to with some of the shirts or dresses you wear to the clubs sometimes. You really know how to make yourself look sexy.”

“Oh, and I’m not sexy right now?” You chuckle.

“No, you are, it’s just a different kind of sexy. Like, you more cute than anything else, but still totally fuckable.”

“Gee, thanks.” You roll your eyes and take another bite of ice cream. “Mm, we picked a really good flavor this week.”

“I know, way better than last week.”

“I’ve been having fun trying new flavors with you. Gives me something fun to look forward to. Is this twenty-two? Getting excited over ice cream flavors?”

“Pretty soon we’ll be excited over buying a new vacuum, or a dishrack.”

“Oh, I love a good dishrack.”

Harry bursts out laughing, and so do you. You ended up falling asleep with him in his bed, your head cradled to his chest. Harry was always the perfect cure to cramps.

//

“Oh…hello.” A girl says to you some random Wednesday morning. You were stood in your kitchen making some toast before class.

“Um, hi?”

“Oh, god, he has a girlfriend doesn’t he.” She whines.

“No! I’m Harry’s roommate. Did you spend the night, would you like some coffee?”

“Got scared for a second there. No, I’m all set thank you. Um, have a good one!” She says and leaves the flat.

“Is…is she gone?” Harry whispers from around the corner and you chuckle.

“Yes, Harry.”

“Thank god.” He sighs.

“Since when do you bring someone home with you on a Tuesday night?”

“I was working late at the coffee shop, and she was there doing homework, and one thing lead to another.” He pours himself a cup of coffee.

“And it was no good?”

“Terrible, I didn’t even ask for her number.”

“What made it so terrible?”

“She just…she wasn’t…doing it for me, I don’t know. There was no connection, Y/N.” He sighs.

“Maybe it’s time you start actually dating and work your way up to fucking someone.”

“That would involve me having to get to know someone, and I can’t stand people.” He pouts.

“Good thing you’re going to be a fucking teacher then.” You laugh. “Hurry up and get ready, or we’ll be late for class.”

Harry gets ready, and you both walk to campus for your K-12 instructors class. You were thankful to have class with Harry, you weren’t sure what you’d do without him. Just having someone to make eye contact with when someone said something stupid, or if the professor did something cringey.

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Hey, Daniel.” You smile up at him. “What’s up?”

“Well, I…I was wondering if you had plans this weekend? On Saturday?”

You look at Harry and he shakes his head no.

“Not that I can think of, no.”

“Great, uh, would you like to go to the movies? We could grab dinner as well.”

“I…I’d like that a lot, um, here.” You take your phone out to hand it to him. He puts his number and texts himself.

“Cool, I’ll text you later.” He moves to go sit down a few rows behind you. You look at Harry with a grin on your face.

“See, dating, it’s sorta fun.” You say to him.

“Wining and dining someone sure is a lot of effort. Don’t think I quite have it in me, but you have yourself a good time, pet.”

//

You have a wonderful time with Daniel on Saturday night. He took you to Panera, and then to see a comedy. He let you pick the movie, and you were delighted. You shared a lot of laughs, and made out with him in his car before he took you home.

“I ha d a lot of fun.” You tell him.

“Me too.” He says. “Maybe we could do this again sometime?”

“I’d like that.” You smile and get out of his car. When you get up to your flat, you can’t wait to dish with Harry about how your night went.

“Hola chica.” He says to you from the kitchen.

“Late night tacvos, my favorite. Save me any?”

“Course, grab what you like. How was your date?”

“Really good. Daniel’s super sweet.”

“Not sweet enough to bring home?”

“I’m taking my own advice and giving dating a try. He asked me if I wanted to go out again sometime and I said yes. We did kiss for a bit, it was nice.” You shove a taco into your mouth. “Mm, you make the best tacos, Har.”

“Don’t I know it? So…so you kissed, but nothing else?” He mutters as he finishes his food.

“Nope.”

“Did you want to?”

“I don’t know.” You shrug.

“Then you shouldn’t go out with him again.”

“What are you talking about?”

“If you didn’t wanna rip his clothes off, it’s probably not gonna last.”

“Lust doesn’t make a relationship.”

“No, but it should be passionate. Even if you’re respectful and wait, you should still wanna fuck the person.”

“Sometimes you have to work up to feeling that way.”

“Nah, when you know, you know.” He winks at you and goes over to the couch. “I was about to watch-“

“Oh my god!” You screech.

“What?!”

“Did you not check the mail earlier?! Kevin and Ashley are getting married! This is their save the date. Holy fucking shit.”

“Makes sense, they’ve been together forever.”

“Well, we have to go, Harry.”

“Okay.” He hears you suck your teeth. “What?”

“No plus ones…”

“So? We’d just go together anyways. We can save money on a hotel room too.”

“That’s true. I just…wow, I couldn’t imagine getting married right now.”

“Like I said, when you know, you know.” He plops down onto the couch and turns the TV on. You sit down next to him. You look at him for a moment, and then turn your attention to the TV. Nothing else really needed to be said.

//

You hated it when Harry was right. Daniel was nice, but there was no spark. You went on four dates with him, and you didn’t want to fuck him.

“Hey, I was looking on the hotel website for the wedding, the room with the king sized bed is actually cheaper than the one with the two queens. That work for you?” He asks you as he comes into your room holding his laptop.

“Yeah, that’s fine. Just tell me how much I need to Venmo you.”

“Will do, it’s not terribly expensive. I’ll only need a hundred bucks from you.”

“Perfect.” You take your phone and send him the money. “Thanks for booking it.”

“No problemo.” He comes in and sits on your bed. “What are you up to, babydoll?”

“Just putting some mock lesson plans together.” You sigh. “Could definitely use a break, though.” He lays down on your bed and pats the spot next to him. You roll your eyes at him, and he pouts. “Ugh, fine.” You get onto your bed with him. “Happy now?”

“Very…although….”

“What?”

“Well, you get to lay your head on my chest all the time. I’d like to do the same. Or…okay, there’s this trend on Tik Tok…could I lay down between your legs?”

“Um…like…with your head in my crotch?” You laugh. “I can put a pillow there and you can lay down if you like.”

“Okay.” You grab a pillow for him, and he gets on his back, resting his head, and looking up at you. You run your fingers through his curls and his eyes flutter closed. “I love it when you play with my hair.” He sighs.

“I knew you were coming in here with a motive. Booking the hotel room to get something out of it, huh?”

“Your nails just feel so good, and you know it.”

“Well, you better return the favor. I like getting my hair played with too.”

“I’ll touch you wherever you want me to, alright?” He yawns. “Just don’t stop for a bit.”

You brush off his crude comment, and does as he says. You liked playing with Harry’s hair, so it wasn’t a burden, and you liked when you two would just get cozy together like this. There weren’t many people you felt this comfortable with.

//

“Y/N, we need to get going down to the ceremony.” Harry calls from the bedroom of the hotel.

“Well, I wouldn’t be running behind if someone hadn’t taken twice as long as they said they would in the bathroom!”

“Can’t rush perfection, darling.” He smirks to himself.

“Mhm, so what does that make me?” You ask as you walk out of the bathroom. His mouth nearly falls open.

You had gotten your hair into a loose, low bun, with plenty of hair in the front to frame your face. You had a strapless purple dress on with black tights and black heels.

“Um…stunning, you look stunning.”

“Thanks.” You smile and grab your clutch. “You don’t look too bad yourself.” You wink at him and head out.

You both were blubbering messes during the ceremony. Rachel made sure to make fun you both for it. Once the cocktail hour hit, you were good to go. You found your table and sat down. You talked with some other friends and explained how grad school was going. You make it through the speeches and dinner, and then it’s time to dance.

Being at something like this reminded you of being at an old uni party, only more upscale. Ashley and Kevin’s families were around, so the music wasn’t exactly what you’d normally get down to, but there was an open bar that you were able to take advantage of. Partying with Harry was one of your favorite things. He always used to bring you to the best ones. A slow song starts to play, and you giggle as he bows and extends his hand to you.

“You’re an idiot.” You say as you take his hand and he pulls you close to him.

“Ah, but you’re still choosing to dance with me, babe.”

“Only cause I’m too lazy to find someone else.”

“Ha! That’ll be us someday reading vows at our won wedding. I was too lazy to find someone else, so I settled for my best friend.” He smirks at you and swat his shoulder.

“Would you be quiet? Enough of the people here think something’s going on between us as it is.”

“True.” He looks around at a few people’s wandering eyes. “Should we give them a bit of a show?” He slides his hands further down your back, getting dangerously close to your bum.

“Harry!” You squeal and giggle. “Stop it.” You grab his hands put them to their previous spot. “Just dance with me, would you?”

He chuckles and sways around with you. You both got pretty plastered. You couldn’t stop giggling with him all the way up to your room. You sigh once you get your heels off.

“Okay, I’m using the bathroom first.” You say to him.

“Fine.” He sighs and starts unbuttoning his dress shirt.

You head into the bathroom, and use the toilet. You get your tights all the way off and groan when you can’t reach the zipper on the back of your dress.

“Ugh, Harry!” You call for him. “I need your help!”

“Yeah?” He says, stepping into the bathroom in only his boxers. Nothing you hadn’t seen before.

“My zipper.”

“Oh.” He places a hand on your shoulder, and the other grips the zipper, slowly dragging it down. You clutch the front of it. “You’re not…uh…no bra?”

“No, there’s one built into the dress.” You turn around to face him. “I just need to grab my pj’s and then I’ll need a couple minutes to take my hair out.” You brush by him to go into your suitcase. He takes the opportunity to use the toilet and brush his teeth.

“Need help with anything else?” He asks as you step back into the bathroom.

“Nope, think I can handle the rest, thanks.” You giggle. “Wouldn’t mind some head scratches once I get into bed though.”

Harry gets into bed and waits for you. You come out with your hair a mess, your makeup smeared from rinsing it, and he furrows his brows at you.

“That’s my shirt.” He says as you knee onto the bed.

“Mhm, well, that’s what happens when you ask me to do your laundry for you. I steal your shirts as compensation.”

“Fair enough I suppose. Come here.”

You smile and lay on his chest so he can run his fingers through your hair. You moan softly from it as you relax into him.

“Feels so nice.” You mumble into his chest.

“I can tell.” One of his hands moves to rub your back. He mimics your moaning and you punch him in the arm. “Oi! I won’t love on you if you do that.”

“M’not asking you to love on me, I just wanted me head scratched. Be grateful you get to hear me make those noises, not everyone does.”

“Bet you’d make thousands if you posted something like that on your Only Fans.” He mutters and you move to look at him. “What?”

“Do you…ever look at my page?”

“Sometimes.”

“Why?”

“Sometimes I check your comments to see if anyone’s being rude.”

“Oh…” You swallow. “I make enough doing what I’m doing. I…I’d be too shy to do the really explicate stuff. I also just feel, like, I don’t want just anyone to see me naked, you know? That’s why I don’t go live, everyone would just ask me to take my clothes off.”

“I get that. Wanna keep it private for someone special.”

“Exactly. I mean, I’ve talked about this with you before, but there are plenty of people that are into what I post.”

“You certainly leave them wanting more.”

“You’ve…watched?”

“I’ve checked out some of the free videos you’ve posted, yeah.” He admits shamelessly. “You’re a very good dancer.” He smiles at you.

“I’m going to sleep.” You yawn and turn over. “Goodnight.” You look over your shoulder at him. “If you behave you can spoon me if you want.”

“What do you think I’m gonna do? Slide my prick between your ass cheeks? Grow up.” He says as he wraps his arm around you. You can’t help but laugh. “However, if I get hard while I’m sleeping you can’t get mad.”

“Suppose it’s not my fault I have such a fat, juicy ass, hm?”

“Go to sleep.” He laughs, and presses his chest to your back.

“Mm, you’re so cozy, Harry.”

“I know I am. Go to sleep, lovie.” He coos, and rubs at your side.

“Love you.”

“Love you too.” He sighs and nestles into the back of your head.

//

“So…you let him spoon you all night, and nothing happened?” Rachel whispers to you at breakfast the next morning.

“Happens more often than not, it’s not a big deal.”

“You two are so fucking weird! I’ve literally never met two people who were close that do what you do. Why not just make the jump? Neither one of you can manage to make another relationship work.”

“I don’t know…I…I just don’t see him like that, and I know Harry. If he really liked me like that he’d go for it.”

“Maybe he’s just scared to fuck it up with you.”

“Exactly, so, let’s just not fuck it up and try anything.”

“What are you two hens clucking about, hm?” Harry says as he sits down, putting a cinnamon roll in front of you. “Had you favorite.”

“I’m trying to watch the carbs…” You mutter.

“Please.” He scoffs. “Would you just eat the fucking pastry? It’s good for you.”

“How is that thing good for me?” You laugh.

“It makes you happy when you eat it. You always hum and smile when you eat a cinnamon roll.”

“How sweet of you to notice.” Rachel remarks. “You’re practically her boyfriend.”

“Rachel.” You seethe, and take a bite of the pastry. You hum softly. “Why do these bloody things taste so good, huh?”

Harry chuckles and rubs the back of your neck briefly as he eats his own breakfast. He and Rachel share a glance, but that’s the extent of that interaction.

//

“Hey, Harry?” You tap on the outside of his door frame.

“Yeah, babe?” He says, taking his headphones out. It was a Friday evening and you both were doing homework. His eyes widen when he looks at you. “Your face is all flushed, are you alright?”

“Y-yeah, I just…could you come look at something for me?”

“Sure.” He follows you to your room and sits with you on your bed.

“Um...could I…could I show you some new photos I took yesterday? I just finished editing them…and I’m feeling a little self-conscious.”

“Aw, why? You’re so beautiful.” He keeps your cheek and rubs his thumb along your cheekbone. “Course I’ll look ‘em over for you.”

“Thanks.” You swallow and put your laptop on his lap. “So…like usual, they’re not overly explicit, but I feel like my boobs look weird. I should have gotten something with more support.” You blush and point to the photo.

“They’re perfect, you look perfect, Y/N.” You suck your teeth at him. “You do! What else do you want me to say?”

“Okay, what about this one?”

“Perfect.”

“This one?”

“Perfect.”

“But what about this one?”

“Perfect, they’re all perfect. I don’t know why you don’t think so.” He frowns and sets your laptop down on your desk. He turns to look at you. “What’s really going on?”

“It’s just…I have all these people leaving comments saying they wish they could know me, date, fuck me…and…like I don’t know any of them! All they know about me is that I can dance, and I look cute sucking on a lollypop. I…if I wasn’t making the money I that I am I’d stop doing it because I just want someone real to say all of those things to me, you know?”

“Y/N…” Harry sighs. “I know you, I wanna date you, and I certainly want to fuck you.”

“Wh-what?”

“I know, it’s so cliché it’s disgusting, isn’t it?” He smirks. “But it’s how I feel. I’m sick of tip toeing around it.”

“How long have you felt this way?”

“Can’t really pinpoint it, I don’t think it’s been long, but it doesn’t feel new either.”

Your eyes well up with tears, and he puts his hand back on your cheek. You lean into it. You felt deeply confused.

“I just never thought we’d…like…I just didn’t think you were into my like that.”

“Well, I am, so…what do you think? We already get along great. We like spending time together. I truthfully can’t stand other people. I think you’re the only person’s day I actually like hearing about. Have you really never thought about it?”

“I don’t know! You never made a move when we were in undergrad, with all those nights we slept next to each other, you never did anything…”

“Yeah, because you were asleep, Y/N.” He deadpans. “What did you want me to do? Feel you up while you were unconscious? Or better yet, make a move while we were both intoxicated?”

“No, of course not.” You shake your head. “I…I don’t know what I wanted. I just felt lucky that I had such a good friend.”

“Yeah, me too.” He sighs. “Look, it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, this doesn’t need to be weird. Just know if you wanted to give it a try, I’d be down.”

“You’re genuinely attracted to me, like, physically?”

“Yes.” He chuckles. “And I like what you got going on up here too.” He taps your forehead with his index finger. “But you knew that already. What about me, are you physically attracted to me?”

“Well…yeah, you know you’re hot.”

“I didn’t ask you what I know.” He smirks.

“Okay, yeah, I’ve always thought you were handsome, but you used to really be a douchebag, it turned me off. Made it easier to just be your friend.” You smirk at him and he rolls his eyes.

“M’not like that anymore.” He inches closer to you. You could feel his minty breath fanning over you.

“I know.” You say just above a whisper. The mood had changed immensely. The dim lighting in your room was creating an atmosphere you had never really felt with him before.

“So…I guess the only thing left to figure out is if there’s any real heat between us.” You nod at him as his hand goes back to cradle your cheek once more. “Can I kiss you, Y/N?”

“Yes.”

You move towards each other slowly, your lips gracefully pressing against each other’s. You felt scared as your eyes pinched closed. It was scary to kiss your best friend, and what was scarier was that fact that it felt so natural and seamless. He pulls away, just to see if you’ll chase him, and you do, kissing him again. You do the same to him, and he comes chasing after your soft lips.

“Harry.” You whisper as you press your forehead to his.

“Yeah?” He whispers back.

“I…I wanna have sex with you.”

“Right now?”

“Right now.”

He cups both of your cheeks and pulls your lips back to his. His tongue peeks out to swipe along your bottom lip. He runs his lips back and forth over yours, and you open up for him. Your tongues meet, and you lick against each other, eliciting a moan from the both of you. You tug at the hem of his shirt, and he lets you lift it off. Your run your hands up and down his stomach as you continue to explore each other’s mouths, lips getting puffy and swollen. He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth while he unzips the sweatshirt you’re wearing. He pushes it off your shoulders, and you shimmy it the rest of the way off. He’s met with your bare breasts, and he licks his lips as he looks at them.

Harry pulls you closer to him, and his lips press against your neck. You cling to his biceps as he works his mouth down your chest. He looks up at you as he sucks on one of your nipples, rolling it between your teeth. You can’t help your head from falling back. He slides down to the floor as he continues to kiss on you. Your mouth falls open as he nips and sucks on your stomach, and his fingers hook into your leggings. He looks up at you and you nod. He tugs your leggings and underwear down your legs and gets them all the way off.

“Y/N, you’re sure?”

“Yes, I want you to, please.”

You open your legs for him, and he just about loses it from your confidence. He leans forward and kisses each of your hips. You think he’s about to go for your center, but he sucks on your inner thigh. You flinch from the sensitivity, but it feels good. You make sure to sit up on your elbows so you can watch him. He looks up at you and licks a flat stripe between your folds. He sucks on each of your lips before spreading you apart with his thumbs to focus on your clit. He sucks on it at first, harshly, and you gasp. He uses the tip of his tongue to flick back and forth against it. He runs his hands along your thighs to keep you open for him. You were clenching around nothing. His tongue was warm and wet, and everything you needed.

Your body starts to feel warm all over, you can feel your orgasm start to bubble up from within your lower belly. You let yourself fall back against the bed as you start to pant. Your voice cracks as louder moans begin to rip through your throat. He was sucking and slurping on your cunt, noises you had never heard before while someone was going down on you. And to really push you over the edge, he was moaning into you. Not little whimpers or grunts, genuine moans that were vibrating into you.

“Oh my god!” You cry out. A few tears roll down your cheeks as he continues to lap around you, helping you come down.

He kisses back up your body until he’s hovering over you. He smears his lips over yours, and you grunt, pulling him closer to you. It was the filthiest kiss of your life, completely tasting yourself on him, but you didn’t care. He just made you feel better than anyone ever did. You push him so he’ll on his back, and this time you’re the one to sink onto the floor. You get his jeans and boxers down his legs. Your eyes bug out when you see his large prick slap back against his stomach.

“Christ, Harry.”

“As if you didn’t already know.” He smirks.

“I mean, I had an idea.”

You spit into your hand and wrap it around his length. He grits his teeth as you start to slowly pump him up and down. You run his tip along your lips, and his mouth falls open. Your tongue presses over his slit and you wrap your lips around him. You suckle his tip, eliciting a moan from him. You hollow your cheeks and sink almost all the way down on him. You just wanted to feel him down your throat. You breathe your nose and just hold him there.

“Y/N.” He stutters.

You slowly pull off of him, a string of spit keeping you connected. You suck in a breath before sinking back down on him, not quite as much as you took before, and you bob up and down his length. You cup his balls and massage them as you make a mess of his prick. There was spit, drool, and precome dripping down your chin. Harry was a panting mess on the bed. His hands were gripping at the sheets, and the sight of him doing that causes you to moan. To see his veins popping out the way they were was enough to make you come again.

“Y/N, fuck, I’m gonna come.”

You moan around him as his come spurts into your mouth. You swallow it all and suck him dry. He pulls you up to him, dumbfounded that you just did what you did.

“I thought you wanted me to fuck you.” He breathes.

“I do, I’ve heard you have pretty good stamina.” You peck his lips. “I’m sure you’ll get hard again soon.”

He groans and shifts his thighs between your legs, making you gasp. He grips your hips and starts moving you back and forth along his tiger tattoo. Your nails dig into his chest as you work to grind against him.

“H-Harry.” You mewl.

“Yeah, ride my fucking leg, baby, show me how you do it.”

“God.”

“I want you so bad, I wanna fuck you so bad, Y/N.”

“Oh, oh!” You come undone on his thigh. You lean down and press your lips to his, licking into his mouth. Before you know it he’s moving you up his body, turning you around, and licking back into your cunt. “Shit!”

He’s relentless with you, fucking you with his tongue, telling you to bounce up and down on him, and you listen. He sucks on your clit again, and you fall forward, head resting on his thigh. You watch as his cock bloats back up. You’d never know someone to enjoy doing this so much. You kiss on his thigh because you just needed to do something with your mouth. He makes you come again, and he lifts you off of his face.

“Think you can keep going?” He smirks as your head falls back against your pillows.

He grabs your legs and pushes them back so your knees press against the bed. He lifts your bum enough to rest on his thighs, and he dips his tongue back into your cunt. This was some serious teasing. You watch as his tongue goes in and out of you, deeper each time. He reaches forward with one of his hands to rub your clit. It was throbbing for him.

“Harry, please.”

“What, no good?”

“No, it’s amazing, but…I really wanna feel your dick now, please, I know you’re hard again.”

“You just taste so good.” He brings his mouth down to your cunt and sucks on it.

“This won’t be the only time I’ll let your head between my legs, I promise.” You let your legs drop back to lay normally. He sits back as you look at each other. “When was the last time you were tested? I…I’m clean, and if you are too, I’d prefer not to use a condom if you feel comfortable with that.”

“STD test came back negative a month ago when I went in for a checkup. You’re on the pill?”

“Yeah.”

He leans down to kiss you, and then he pulls back to paint his cock with your wetness that was uncontrollably leaking out of you for him. He presses his tip against your clit, and slides it down your slit. He pushes inside you slowly. He fills you to the hilt, and waits. For a moment he just wants to enjoy how tight and snug you are around him. You push your hips up and start rocking against him.

“Jesus, Y/N, you’re so fucking perfect.”

“Because I’m moving myself on you?” You giggle.

“I just think it’s cute that you’re so goddamn impatient.”

“Would you just shut up and show what you can do with this thing? Or am I gonna have to do all of this myself?”

He accepts the challenge, pulling his hips back, and snapping them forward. You reach behind yourself to press against the headboard so your head doesn’t smack against it. He drives it into you fast and deep. He pushes you to the brink of coming, but he pulls all the way out of you. Before you can complain he flips you over, and grabs your hips. He pulls you back to him and slips back inside. You moan out from the new angle, and the sound of his skin slapping against yours makes your eyes roll back. He gives your bum a light smack and you grunt.

“You can do that a little harder, a little.” You didn’t want him to fully spank you, you weren’t into that sort of thing, but you didn’t mind feeling it a little more. He delivers a harsher smack and you groan again.

“You have the best ass I’ve ever seen.” He smacks you again and you grip onto the pillows. He grips the back of your neck to get a steadier pace going, and he uses his other hand to rub your clit.

“Fuck, Harry. You’re so attentive.” You manage to say. You felt like you could barely breathe.

“I’m gonna ruin you for any other guy.”

“Don’t want any other guy.” You admit. “I don’t want anyone else to fuck me.”

“Christ.” He moans.

His fingers move faster on your clit, and his tip pounds against your g-spot, and you’re coming. You’re coming hard around him. He pulls out and sits up against the headboard. You look up at him, completely frazzled.

“I want you ride me.”

“Okay.” You breathe. You shuffle around and swing your leg over him. You line him up with yourself and sink down on him.

He fondles your breasts as you move up and down on him. He kisses on your chest as you get a rhythm going. He leans back just to watch your tits bounce up and down. He looks up at you and grips you by the back of your neck to pull your mouth down to his. You breathe each other in and out as you moan and gasp. He takes control by gripping your hips, and you cling to him to let him just do what he wanted with you. You tighten around him and his head falls back for a moment.

“Where can I come?” He asks.

“Where do you want to come?”

“Inside you.”

“Okay.”

“You’re okay with that?”

“Yes.”

“You’re gonna be the death of me.” He grunts.

You cry out as he does when he comes. You don’t think you had ever felt so full in your life. He kisses you as you both catch your breaths. You tug at his hair, and grind against him. You were close to coming again. He takes the hint and snakes his hand between you both and rubs your clit. Your orgasm rips through you, and you moan into his neck.

“I’m so fucking sweaty.” You whisper.

“Do you wanna take a shower?”

“Yeah.” You look up at him. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course.”

“Do I still have legs? Because I can’t feel them.”

He puffs out some air as he laughs, smoothing some hair away from your face.

“Yes, you still have legs, Y/N. Should I carry you to the bathroom?”

“Please, I really need to pee.”

He kisses your forehead and slowly lifts you off of him. You clench so nothing falls out. You didn’t want to make a bigger mess of your bed.

“We can sleep in my room and wash your sheets tomorrow, don’t worry about that.” He says as he carries you bridal style to the bathroom.

He sets you down on the toilet and steps out to give you some privacy. Once he hears the water for the shower start he comes back in. He splays a hand on your back and gives you a gentle rub before you both step in. You felt overwhelmed. You just had the best sex of your life with your very best friend. As he reaches for his body wash you swat his hand. He raises an eyebrow at you.

“Would you…would you just hold me?” Your bottom lip quivers, and he pulls you into his chest.

You nestle into him, and just stand under the warm water with him. He cradles your head and lets you cry into him. He starts to cry too, although he’s not really sure why.

“I don’t want anything to get fucked up between us, Harry.” You look up at him, tears streaming down your cheeks. “I love you so much, and I don’t want something bad to happen that’ll make us hate each other.”

“M’not gonna let that happen.” He wipes your tears away, and then wipes away his own. “We’re gonna do this right. We’ll go out on dates, and we’ll see where it goes, and I hope it goes well because I love you too, and I value so many of the things we have with each other.”

You each take turns scrubbing each other down, getting clean. It’s soothing, and calming. You both relax, and get wrapped up into some towels. You run the blow dryer through your hair quickly just so it’s not sopping wet. He gives you one of his bed shirts to wear, and you crawl into bed with him. Being immersed in his scent was exactly what you needed. You rest your head on his chest, and he throws his arm around you.

“When was the last time you actually dated someone?” You ask softly.

“Um…think I was sixteen to be honest with you.”

“Ah, so a while.” You chuckle.

“You literally know my entire sexual history, and I know yours, let’s not pretend we’re both experts with all this.”

“So…we’ll just make this up as we go? I mean, I like that we sleep together sometimes, but I wanna keep my room, I don’t wanna move into the same room.”

“Christ, slow down, we just got together and you’re already talking about moving into the same bedroom?” You swat at his chest and he laughs, kissing the top of your head. “In all seriousness, I feel the same way, I think we should still have our separate spaces. You get pissed off with me easily.”

“Maybe you should try not to piss me off then.”

“Well, now that I know you enjoy a good tonguing, I’m not really worried about it. God, we can make up from a fight with sex instead of watching Dirty Dancing, it’s gonna be incredible.”

“Can…can we not do both?” You look up at him. “I love singing Hungry Eyes with you.”

“Yeah, both is good.”

“And I wanna make sure we clarify what are dates, and what’s just hanging out. I want dates to feel…special, I don’t know.”

“Can do. I think study dates at the library are gonna be my favorite.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because I can rile you up. I’ll sit across from you to play footsie, and then I’ll run my foot up your leg. I’ll make eyes at you. You’ll end up blowing me in the bathroom, it’ll be great.”

“Mm, yes, well, what if my leg’s the one doing the rubbing? I could probably make you come in your pants from my foot on your crotch alone.”

“Okay, no study dates. You know what I would really like, though?”

“What?”

“Sometimes…sometimes I really miss you when I work double shifts at work, and then I feel bad because you’re here all by yourself…so maybe you could come to the coffee shop more? Hang out, do homework, I’ll give you free food.”

“Sounds like a sweet deal to me.” You bite your bottom lip. “You’re not gonna ask me to give up my Only Fans are you?”

“What? No, why would you even think that?”

“I don’t know…you’re the jealous type, Harry.”

“True…but if that’s what you wanna do for work, I don’t have a problem with it. Can I tell you a dirty secret?”

“Always.”

“I’m subscribed to your page.”

“You are?!”

“Yeah…I’ve never wanked to your stuff because I feel like that would be creepy, but I do keep up with what you post.”

“I’m not gonna do it forever, once I get a real job I won’t need it…”

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me, babe. Even if you were doing the really filthy stuff, I wouldn’t care. That’s your business.”

“God, if I wasn’t so tired I’d hop on your dick again.”

He chuckles at that and gives your shoulder a squeeze.

“Any other questions?”

“I don’t think so. Although, I’m not looking forward to telling Rachel. The it’s about time or I told you so is not gonna be fun.”

“Same with Niall and Louis. We just gotta rip the band aid.”

You hum your response and get a little cozier by putting one of your legs over his. It was easy enough to fall asleep. You talked, so you weren’t worried about your friendship ending. If anything, it was all going to get better. Being able to kiss and touch on top of how you were with each other already was just the cherry on top. It didn’t happen over drinks, it didn’t happen in a club, and it didn’t happen by mistake. This was on purpose. He was the person you were supposed to be with, and he felt the same way.

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Kinktober Day 7: Leather & Lace

✦ Prompt: Lingerie ✦ Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Gender Neutral Reader ✦ Warnings: 18+ only - minors do not interact, Bucky wearing lingerie, oral sex (male receiving), language.

You can hear the bathroom door’s gentle creaking before the soft footfalls cross the plush rug, stopping just in front of you. With bated breath, you wait. Bottom lip caught between your teeth, fingers twisting together in a nervous fist, toes pressing down into the rug.

“Okay,” he says, sort of breathlessly. “Don’t laugh.”

With your eyes still closed, you try your best to give him a pointed expression.

“Buck, we talked about this, baby.”

His soft groan of unsettled nerves reaches your ears and you can just picture him running his fingers through his hair, bouncing on his heels.

“I know, I know, it’s just…”

“Big step?” you supply.

“Mhmm, very big step.”

Nodding your head, you finally drop your hands to your sides, tilting your head up towards where you think you would be looking at his face, “Whenever you’re ready - no rush.”

And you’re trying to not let the anticipation overwhelm you entirely, but as the moment stretches on and on, without any sight of ending it becomes more and more difficult to hide your own impatience.

He didn’t let you see anything in the package that had arrived three days ago - grabbing it off the front step and running right to the upstairs bathroom before you could even ask is that the box?

Because, of course, it was the box. That very special surprise you had both been waiting for to ship out. And you could hear the obvious pacing from the floor above you, but when he came back down and had simply given a nervous smile, you knew he liked the present. He liked it a lot.

And ever since then, you had been dying to see him in it. Waiting for just the right day and time to set this up. But even though you knew Bucky liked it, right now it seemed like he might be getting some cold feet over the whole idea.

You can hear it as he begins to pace in front of the dresser, probably chewing on the tip of his thumb like he so often did. So, you just try to make yourself appear relaxed and at ease - the less bouncing enthusiasm from you the better.

“Alright,” he finally stops, halfway between the bed and the bathroom. “Open your eyes.”

Blinking, it takes a second for your vision to adjust to the light, the world appearing like a strange bit of fuzz on the lens. But then everything shifts back into focus.

“Holy shit.”

You’re already up, crossing the room to where he stands, your hands immediately reaching out to touch.

Bucky looks stunning. Beautiful. Fuckable.

The bright white lace stands out against his body, the intricate flower and petal patterns contrast the visible muscles and contours.

“Look at you,” your words slur together as your eyes rake over him, unable to stop staring and touching his arms.

He’s standing a little too stoically, but you’re giving him a free pass right now because of how amazing he looks.

The bra is see-through, his pebbled pink nipples stand out against the lacework. The fine straps that make up the garment remind you of a harness as they extend below the cups, wrapping around his torso, but also extend upwards to a collar-like strap that goes around his neck.

The panties are also very see-through, but the patterns are a little larger and obscure some of his straining package. Even the thigh-high white socks are managing to do things for you.

“I want you to know just how unfair it is that you look this good right now.”

He blushes, ducking his chin.

“Fuck, baby, do you know how pretty you look right now?”

His eyes are a stormy night-sea when they finally meet your gaze - the bluish-grey hue of his irises are barely visible past his blown pupils.

“Might have an idea,” he mutters with a gravelly edge.

Your lips meet together in a brutal kiss, with Bucky taking the lead - wrapping his hand around the base of your skull as he looms over you. His hot body crashes into yours, the lingerie presses into your torso as he dominates the embrace, his tongue quickly pushing through to wrap around yours in a wet teeth-clashing mess.

“Mmm,” you moan, pulling away as he drags his lips down your jaw, sucking on your earlobe before moving to your neck.

“The things I wanna do to you right now, baby. You look so good, so damn good.”

His deft fingers pull the robe from your shoulders - it drops to the floor unceremoniously - as his eyes roam over your leather get-up. The solid black panties with the criss-cross straps that rested on your hips. You knew how good you looked and based on the ungodly moan Bucky gave at the sight of you, you knew it had the right effect.

With a growl, he scoops you up with his hands under your bottom, your legs instantly wrapping around his waist, as his biceps flex and the vibranium arm whirrs.

“Damn right,” he murmurs, biting down on your neck.

You can feel his thick cock pressing up against you, trapped by the sweet white lacework of his panties.

But he’s moving you both towards the bed, depositing you down in the center as he crawls across it to loom over you, mouth still trailing euphoric kisses down your chest. And the contrast between the sweet soft image of the lingerie and the overwhelming strength of his body was sending you into fucking overdrive.

“Want you in my mouth, baby. Wanna suck you off,” you groan, hips arching into his with blissful pleasure.

He groans, bruised lips lingering on your sternum, "Fuck, sweetheart. Tryin' to kill me?"

I could say the same about you is what you would say if you were capable of forming coherent sentences anymore, as Bucky rolls you both over on the bed.

You take the chance to trace your hands across the beautiful brassiere and his hard pectorals as he situates your body on top of his. Fingers roam down his stomach, to the bulging white fabric of the panties.

Your mouth simply waters at the sight of his pink glistening head straining against the white floral detailing.

Unable to help yourself, shifting your body down the bed, you take him and the underwear into your mouth, wetting them both with long sloppy sucks.

"Oh fuck," Bucky groans, hips thrusting upwards as he grabs hold of the bedsheets.

Moaning happily, the vibrations of your mouth set him off even more, helplessly rocking his cock towards the warm wet heat of your mouth.

Bracing yourself on his thighs, you focus all your attention on his head, licking up the salty taste of cum that seeps through the lace.

A hand appears on the top of your head, the base of a palm pressing your face up. You blink, seeing his comically stern expression.

"You gonna be good for me?"

Heat rushes to your core and to your cheeks as you find yourself slowly nodding.

"Good."

Bucky pulls the waistband of the panties down far enough for his throbbing cock to pop out, slapping against his stomach before standing at full attention.

His lips curve up into a knowing smirk when he catches the way your eyes glaze over at the sight of his arousal.

"Then getting suckin', sweetheart."

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[blackacre13]

ok the anal one was super hot but, could you go back to nipple clamps though 😂

I knew that little mention would come back to bite me in the ass with that one😂 yes, here you have it! And well...it is quite smutty friends 🙈 you’ve been warned.

The reference came from this original prompt here.

“Afraid of answering that one?” Lou asked, eyebrow raised. “Because I seem to remember a birthday not so long ago when you—“

“That, my love, was you,” Debbie grinned and Lou blushed. “Not dodging. Just—I’d like to try it.”

“Lou,” Debbie laughed, her cheeks flushing pink. “You bought me nipple clamps for my birthday?”

“Evidently,” Lou smirked, putting her hand under her chin to watch Debbie as she weighed them in her hands. The other wrapping paper and presents forgotten on the side.

“Do we get to use them tonight?” Debbie asked, suddenly excited.

“If you’d like, honey,” Lou grinned. “I’m glad you like them.”

“Oh, baby, more than,” Debbie smiled, matching Lou’s smirk at an even more devious level. “I think you’re gonna love it.”

“I mean that’s why I—wait,” Lou paused. “Explain what you mean.”

“Explain that I’m excited to use these on you and that I think you’re going to love how it feels?” Debbie chuckled, her eyebrow raised.

“I got them for your birthday, Deb.”

“Right. And because it’s my birthday, they’re for me to use on you, clearly.”

“Clearly,” Lou coughed, looking around nervously.

“Aw, Lou,” Debbie teased, her confidence growing. “Is that not what you had in mind? Didn’t want to give me you in these as a birthday treat?”

“We both know I can’t deny you anything, honey,” Lou sighed. “We just interpret birthday presents a bit differently. Apparently.”

“Apparently,” the brunette smirked, before licking her lips.

“Alright, Ocean,” the Australian chuckled. “I’ll make a deal with you. You put the lingerie I got you and let me warm you up. Have my way with you a bit. And then you can use those on me.”

“Oh, deal, baby,” Debbie clapped her hands together. “Wait. If it’s my birthday, doesn’t that mean you should’ve gotten lingerie or something else sexy for you to wear for me?”

“Wouldn’t you just rather I was naked?” Lou rolled her eyes, but there was a teasing smile lining her lips.

“Well then get to it, baby,” Debbie whispered, landing a smack against Lou’s suit pants before darting into their bedroom.

“Oh, you’re in deep shit, Deb,” Lou yelled, tripping over abandoned wrapping paper as she sprinted after her.

“Don’t look yet!” Debbie squealed, locking herself in their bathroom so she could change.

Lou focused on catching her breath, smiling to herself as she undressed slowly, planning to greet Debbie in nothing other than chains and rings. On second thought, she begrudgingly took off her necklaces and took to meticulously lining them up on the dresser. After all, Debbie needed access to her chest for other chains she hadn’t been planning to try on, but had seemed to walk herself right into trying.

The blonde didn’t hear the latch to the bathroom door open, and nearly jumped in shock as she felt a rarely silent and barefoot Debbie’s cool hands wrap around her waist, her fingertips drumming against Lou.

“You know I feel like this really needs leather boots to go with it,” Debbie breathed in Lou’s ear. “Have a pair I could borrow?”

Lou already knew she was in trouble from the tone in Debbie’s voice before she turned around, but she turned anyway, Debbie stepping back a pace or two so Lou could see all of her.

“Well, fuck me,” Lou breathed, her brain going haywire as she took in her girlfriend’s lingerie.

“You failed to warn me that there’s no fabric,” Debbie smirked. “But I think I can work with it.”

It was true. There was nothing but straps making up the bodysuit, if it could even be called it. Lou liked it because it matched her favorite harness. Both true onyx with shiny, gold rounded loops and classic buckles. The straps merely outlined Debbie’s breasts with cutouts for her stomach and other...features. Lou was already ready to burst into flames.

“God, you are so fucking sexy,” Lou breathed, tracing the straps with her finger tips making Debbie shiver.

“I think my favorite present so far is definitely you in your birthday suit,” Debbie whispered, stealing glances of Lou’s body with no shame.

“So you don’t want my strap?” Lou asked, eyebrow arched as she reached down and cupped Debbie.

The brunette let out a hiss and nodded vigorously.

“Shit, baby,” Debbie groaned. “You know I do.”

“On your knees honey,” Lou whispered after pulling away from a quick kiss to the Ocean’s lips.

Debbie climbed into the bed eagerly, kneeling with her face to the wall, getting antsy and wet, unable to see where Lou was or what she was busy doing. Suddenly, the bed creaked and Lou’s hips were against Debbie’s ass, the dildo pushing against her.

Lou reached around Debbie, grabbing her tits from behind, rolling Debbie’s already hardening nipples between her fingers.

“You ready for my strap, honey?” Lou breathed against her neck. “Or you need to get used to my fingers first?”

“I want your cock inside me, now,” Debbie hissed, her head rolling back. The pair locked eyes and now Lou was groaning at Debbie’s words deeply.

“You’re that wet for me already, Deb?”

“Fuck, yes,” Debbie moaned, pushing back against Lou, trying to grind against the strap.

“Someone’s eager tonight,” Lou hissed, guiding the strap into Debbie without easing her into it, the brunette crying out as she fell forward.

“Fuck, daddy!” Debbie yelled, Lou sliding out slowly before pounding into Debbie deep again and again. Lou pulled Debbie up, holding her back against her as she used the brunette’s hips to fuck Debbie on the dildo, only getting rougher as Debbie moaned her name amongst other obscene things.

“You hear that?” Lou moaned. “Hear how god damn wet you are for me? So good for daddy, Deb.”

“Fuck, Lou. Lou, I’m gonna—Fuck.”

“Go ahead, baby,” Lou cooed, not slowing her hips as she drove them into Debbie. “Come all over daddy’s strap.”

Lou helped Debbie down from her orgasm with soft massaging to her breasts and her fingers circling Debbie’s clit. And while Debbie was moaning, her eyes rolling back as she cleaned herself off Lou’s strap, and as Lou licked her until she came, the blonde knew she was distracted.

“You’re thinking about them aren’t you?” Lou sighed.

“Please, baby,” Debbie pled. “I’ve been good.”

“You have,” Lou admitted with a smile that was now shy regardless of the fact that she’d had Debbie coming on her strap less than an hour ago as she whispered dirty things in her ear. “Alright, honey. Where do you want me?”

“On your back, Miller,” Debbie smirked. She left the bed for a moment to get the chains and then she was kneeling above Lou’s body, the scent of sex thick in the air.

Debbie dragged the cool chains across Lou’s belly and abs, teasing against her breasts.

“You’re so hot like this,” Debbie purred, leaving the chains across Lou’s tits. Her fingers found Lou’s heat and she entered slowly, moaning at the wetness. Her lips found one of Lou’s nipples and she sucked hard, her tongue darting out to flick around the hardened nub before blowing cold air against it. She continued pumping into Lou as she let out a deep grunt and then Debbie clipped one of the clamps around Lou’s hardened nipple as Lou cried out before repeating her actions with the other, Lou already panting hard.

Debbie grabbed the chains, asking Lou if she was ready before giving an experimental tug.

“Oh god, Jesus, Debbie honey,” Lou moaned. Lou had always been sensitive and Debbie was positively dripping just imagining how even more sensitive she was.

“Tell me when you get close,” Debbie whispered, adding her thumb to Lou’s clit as her other fingers kept pumping. Her other fingers toyed with the chain of the clamps as she blew against Lou’s nipples again and licked alongside them.

“I wish I had a feather or an ice cube,” Debbie smirked as she got ready to pull the chain again.

“Don’t you da—Fuck, Debbie. Fuck right there,” Lou cried, interrupting herself as Debbie pulled hard on the chain, knowing Lou was close.

Debbie kept her focus on tugging at the chain and pumping into Lou harder into the blonde couldn’t speak, her eyes rolling back as Debbie tugged particularly hard and Lou came with a shout, her chest heaving as Debbie lay against her, unclamping the clips to kiss and massage the tender nipples, the blonde letting out soft moans and whimpers beneath her.

“Best birthday ever,” Debbie whispered against Lou’s body.

“So I should keep buying you presents that are actually for me for your birthday?”

“Oh, absolutely, yes,” Debbie laughed. “Every year, please.”

[jaskierswolf]

Fuck Indeed - Part 2 of 4

OnlyFans - Geraskier AU

Previous

CW (for whole story): 18+ only, anal sex, masturbation, exhibition kink, sex work, rimming, sex toys, talks of blow jobs, Geralt bottoms but it’s mentioned they switch, biting (but no blood), Jaskier wearing lingerie and makeup.

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Geralt refused to admit he had a problem. He was just invested in his channel’s success and staying ahead of Dandelion, and the best way to do that was to keep tabs on Dandelion’s videos. The man obviously had a talent for self-promotion so Geralt watching his channel carefully, picking up tips and tricks. He’d made thorough notes of what times Dandelion posted and what videos seemed to gain the most views. Slowly and surely, he was starting to pick out a pattern, learning the best ways to beat his foe.

That was the only reason he was watching Dandelion’s videos. It had nothing to do with the rich sensual tones of his voice, the bright blue sparkling eyes that would make the ocean envious. Of course, he was an attractive man, no one did that well in porn without being attractive. Geralt would have to be blind, and probably deaf, not to notice, and yes… Geralt was attracted to him.

The way he bit his lip whenever he pushed that first finger inside himself, eyes rolling back, cheeks flushed. The soft gasps of pleasure, the low moans that were the symphony of Geralt’s dreams. Dandelion was fucking hot. It drove Geralt absolutely mad, and he hated him. He’d never felt this strongly about anyone before, let alone some idiotic porn star he’d never met.

He tried not to think too hard about the fact that Dandelion was also subscribed to his channel, or that he’d subscribed to Geralt’s channel shortly before posting his first video.

Fuck.

That first video, Geralt couldn’t get enough of it. It was awkward, but in a way that was almost endearing. Porn just shouldn’t be that endearing but fuck, it made Geralt want him more. He wanted to take Dandelion under his wing, protect him from any arseholes out there who wanted to do him har m, which just fuelled his anger more. Damn Dandelion for coaxing those feelings from him.

They were rivals.

Not lovers.

Geralt’s treacherous mind reminded him that love and hate weren’t too far apart, but he stubbornly ignored it. His plan was simple, stay above Dandelion on the charts, which was why he was gearing up to record a new video. He’d marked out a schedule and, if he recorded now, then by the time he’d finished editing, he’d be posting just in time to snatch Dandelion’s viewers.

A small, insignificant part wondered whether Dandelion would be watching too.

That thought thrilled him more than it should, was Dandelion conducting his own research when watching Geralt’s channel? Was he aware of how close their stats constantly were? Did he know how much Geralt strained to stay on top?

He huffed a laugh, there was a joke in there somewhere, especially considering the video Geralt had planned for today. Given his physical build, Geralt’s videos so far had implied that he was of a more dominant role within his relationships, but Geralt knew looks could be deceiving. He pulled his shirt off and grabbed the bottle of oil he kept in his room. He never used much but it gave his skin a slight sheen that looked good on the camera and made his skin look undeniably soft. He quickly worked the oil over his chest, legs, and arms then he swapped the oil for lube.

He would need it tonight.

Unlike Dandelion, Geralt kept talking to the camera to a minimum. He could never quite work out what to say; it was bad enough when there was a partner in the room but he just felt ridiculous talking to a camera. He would jerk off in front of the camera and let his body do the rest. Perhaps it was vanity, but he knew he looked good and he worked hard to keep it that way.

Perhaps if Dandelion were here, he could do the talking.

Geralt cut that thought off with a snarl and flicked the camera on to record before settling onto the bed. He let out a soft “good evening” and then ran his hands down his chest, running a thumb under the hem of his underwear. He wasn’t hard yet, but he enjoyed taking it slowly, letting his audience see his erection grow. He closed his eyes, letting the memories of Dandelion’s last video wash over him, imagining his soft, sweet voice whispering in Geralt’s ear.

“Hello darling,” he’d whisper “I’ve been waiting for you.”

Geralt let out a growl and palmed himself through the dark fabric. He could picture Dandelion spread out on his bed, cock hard between his thighs, eyes dark and hungry as Geralt came home from the garage. Geralt would capture those pretty pink lips in his, maybe that would shut him up finally.

“If you’re good,” Dandelion would say, breath tickling in Geralt’s ear, hot against his neck, hands trailing down the length of Geralt’s spine. “I’ll let you suck my cock.”

Geralt’s swore, hand gripping his now hard erection. It was shameful how fast Dandelion had managed to arouse him, Yen would have a field day if she found out.

He pushed his underwear down slowly, biting back a moan as his fingers brushed down the length. He took a deep breath to calm his heartbeat, banishing Dandelion’s teasing smile and twinkling eyes from his mind.

“Thought I’d try something new today,” he muttered, keeping his voice low. He licked his lips, wondering whether this had been a mistake. His audience expected a certain type of video from him and this wasn’t it, but he’d been thinking about the vibrator under his bed for a few weeks now. He’d used it a few times but never on camera, never like this.

“Hope you don’t mind,” he swallowed, his cheeks glowing with warmth. Thankfully, it would come across as arousal more than embarrassment.

He stroked his cock at a leisurely pace whilst he gathered up the courage, until his entire body felt on fire. It wasn’t enough to make him cum, but every touch sent tiny shivers of pleasure through his body. He cursed and pulled his hand away, reaching for lube, dribbling it over his fingers, before slowly reaching down tease his hole. He shifted on the bed so that the camera would get a clear view of what he was doing.

Dandelion’s eyes flashed in his mind as he gently eased a finger in, the bastard winking at him from between his thighs, placing kisses down his chest, catching Geralt’s nipples between his teeth. Geralt’s finger brushed down his chest at the thought whilst he worked himself open with other hand.

“Fuck,” he growled, pushing a second finger in “forgot how good this feels.”

He was practically panting by the time he got three fingers deep, barely able to keep his head clear enough so that Dandelion’s name wouldn’t escape his lips. That would not end well for either of them…

He reached to the side of his bed to where the vibrator was ready. He bit his lip as the tip prodded against his arse, thicker than his fingers, but he couldn’t wait any longer, he needed more. “Shit,” he hissed as the toy slowly pushed into him, deeper than he’d been able to get with just his fingers. He had to work it in and out a few times before he managed to get it all to fit.

When the vibrator was firmly up his arse, he stopped, taking a moment to calm down. He hadn’t even managed to turn it on yet and fuck, he was a fucking mess. He groaned and pressed his head back into the pillow, gasping for breath. He was on fire. It had been too fucking long since he’d been fucked like this.

“Oh, just look at you,” Dandelion sang “so pretty, begging for my cock, aren’t you darling?”

“Fuck, yes…” he gasped, a pathetic moan falling from his lips and he flicked the switch onto the lowest setting. “Please, fuck…Dnn..”

He clapped a hand over his mouth, muffling the name. It was too much, the vibrator was sending waves of pleasure through his veins, every inch of his skin felt like it was burning. He began to fuck himself with the vibrator, thrusting back down onto it with a roll of his hips until…

“Shit!” he growled as he hit his prostate, sparks flying behind his vision and he had to grip the base of his cock to stop himself from cumming instantly. “Fuck!”

“That’s it love, you’re doing so well, sweetheart,” Dandelion purred in his ear as he flicked the vibrator up a notch.

He was practically sobbing now – pathetic – but he hadn’t felt like this in years. It was too much, too much. He fucked himself erratically, losing control of the careful rhythm he’d been maintaining, every thrust hitting that spot until he was spilling over one hand, teeth biting into the back of his other.

He lay there, breathing heavily for what felt like eternity until the room came back to him and he was able to move to turn off the camera. He sighed, running his clean hand through his hair. He’d have to fade to black… there was no chance he’d be able to fumble a sign off after that. He wiped his hand on the sheets and sat up on the bed.

“Fuck.”

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[biirdiee]

Don’t Stop Me Now

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Otherwise known as 'Rock You Like a Hurricane Part Two: The Electric Boogaloo'

Eddie finally gets a proper introduction to Nancy's favorite strap-on. They seem to realize they're not really sure where their relationship stands unless it's through Steve, and decide to figure it out through sex, because well...they're both not super great with feelings.

Featuring background competition between Robin and Steve.

Not really Eddie/Nancy, but united due to their love of Steve and getting laid.

Pairings: Eddie/Steve, Nancy/Steve

Rating: Explicit

Eddie has said it before, and he’ll say it again, Nancy Wheeler knew how to set the fucking mood.

She went all out in every aspect, candles, music, crisp sheets, and a freshly made bed. She even wore a little lingerie set like she did before with Steve, this one baby blue, matching the sharpness of her eyes.

Everything in her little bedroom seems to be filtered through some kind of babydoll lighting. With sheer pink curtains drawn so that sunlight turns the room into some kind of Barbie dreamhouse, its bedsheets of ruffles and white and lace, music boxes of ballerinas, and of course, Nancy Wheeler herself.

Her body looks so delicate, the body of a prima ballerina with her thin arms, tight waist, and toned legs. And as Eddie lets his eyes trace around the room, he realizes that Nancy does, in fact, have ballet shoes hanging from a hook on her bedroom door.

Eddie sometimes lets himself wonder what lurks underneath her pretty pink surface, because while he’s surrounded with ruffles and bows (sugar, spice, and everything nice…all that girly bullshit), he knows that beneath the very bed he sits on is her shotgun and pistol. And that in the bottom drawer of her dresser, hidden underneath Hawkins High t-shirts, is where she keeps her strap and lube.

He liked to call her the queen of orgasms, just to tease her, because the amount of tail this girl gets is insane. She usually rolls her eyes, but has that self-satisfied grin that tells him she cares more than she lets on. What existed first, the girly exterior or the fire that lays beneath? The classic chicken or the egg. Or perhaps they can co-exist together. What the fuck does he know anyway?

Eddie sat in just his black boxers, stomach tying itself in knots as he watched Nancy bend over the bed to whisper something in Steve’s ear, making him turn red.

“Eddie,” Nancy’s voice has a hold on him immediately, “Steve and I have done this before, so let me know if you get overwhelmed.”

He rolls his eyes.

“I think I can handle the two of you, Wheeler.”

“Promise me.” Her voice is sharp, tone making the heat in his belly spike.

“What?”

“Promise me that you’ll tell us to stop if you don’t like it.” It’s not a question, and Eddie wonders what it’s like how Nancy handles brats.

However, this is their first official time, so he’ll save that thought for later.

“I promise.” That seems to satisfy Nancy, she gives a nod, grabbing the strap and harness from where it lays on the end of the bed.

Steve, ever the eager beaver, always the impatient one, leans down to smash his mouth against his, making Eddie’s blood run hot. His hands find his hair, yanking him down further, biting his lip hard enough to make him groan.

Steve eagerly nips at his jaw, teeth scraping down to his throat, tongue licking over his Adam’s apple.

Nimble, cool fingers tentatively touch his knee, making his eyes snap over to where Nancy sits, strap properly put on. She looks hesitant, blue eyes very unsure compared to when she did this with just Steve while Eddie watched.

Eddie wonders if she actually wants him here; she seemed to warm up to him during their last encounter. Becoming such a beautiful force of nature as she commanded Steve down between Eddie’s knees, a temptress in lace.

But she didn’t have to touch Eddie then.

“Nancy, we don’t have to do this.” He says, finally getting Steve’s attention, dark eyes flickering between the two of them, softening when he see’s the look on her face.

“You okay, Nance?”

“I just…” she trails off, biting her lip, Eddie is pretty sure this is over before it begins. “I just knew where I stood when it was me, you, and Jonathan.”

Huh?

Knows where she stood? Eddie doesn’t know what the fuck that means, but he supposes they never did just sit down and have a goddamn after school special about what they all meant to each other.

At the time their odd little foursome came to life, it was the end of the world. Steve had come forward on what felt like their last night, before descending into the Upsidedown, to tell him about feelings, the mushy kind that Eddie usually wanted to ignore, but he couldn’t.

Eddie had tried to protest, that clearly there was something going on between Steve and Nancy, that they were the ones that belonged together, and Steve had laughed at him and said: “Why not both?”

“No way dude, no fucking way.” If he hadn’t seen everything he had the past few days, he might not have believed him, but Eddie had come to learn that anything was possible. And the possible now was that Eddie and Steve could delve into those mushy, dumb, romantic feelings that he had been pushing down into the pit of his stomach, but now brought him a ridiculous giddiness.

But…where did that leave Nancy and Eddie? Robin and his relationship was very clear, she only liked girls, but Eddie? Eddie liked girls and boys just like Nancy liked girls and boys, just like Steve did.

One day, Eddie really needed to sit Steve down and learn about how Jonathan came into the picture. Because clearly the three of them had something special enough for Nancy and Steve to prefer open relationships.

So, maybe Eddie just needed to figure out where he and Nancy landed?

“Maybe this would be easier if you could tell me what you fantasize about when you thought about this?” Nancy suggests, adjusting the thin strap of her bralette.

“Oh Miss Wheeler,” Eddie teases, giving her a grin, “You trying to get me to dirty talk?”

Finally, that look returns to Nancy’s face, lips pursed and eyes sharp. The look that told him she was about to give him the ride of his life.

“On your hands and knees Munson.” Eddie eagerly complies, nearly groaning as he feels Nancy’s manicured nails dig into his skin as she helps him flip over.

Steve still looks confused on how their interaction could go from insecure to domination so quickly, but excited nonetheless, moving around to kiss him again.

“Lucky for you,” Nancy begins, fingers firm on his hips, “this is something I’m particularly good at.”

“I’ll believe it when it happens, dollface.” Eddie knows he’s on dangerous ground when Steve’s eyes widen in surprise, face getting even more sheepish as he looks back at Nancy.

Making a face that basically says; do you have a death wish or something?

Which, yeah, Eddie kinda did.

Because Nancy and him aren’t close enough yet to truly understand their own relationship, but Eddie knows one thing, she doesn’t like being undermined, and he liked it when she was confident.

Eddie yelps as he feels Nancy’s cool, wet finger press against his ass, circling him before pressing in.

“Normally, it’s Steve in your position, my sweet and good boy. But I suppose a good spit roasting should turn you docile.” Her breath is hot against his ear, words rough but her finger gentle as it pushes and swirls into him, making him groan.

Eddie’s erection is almost painful at this point, precum drooling from his dick onto the sheets, his insides turning to mush as he eyes Steve’s excitement from what Nancy’s just promised.

Eddie eyes the outline of Steve’s dick in his boxers, wishing to get it out, but he’s pretty sure if both his hands weren’t supporting him he would be face first into the mattress because Nancy wasn’t lying when she said she was talented with her fingers.

He can’t help the whimper that escapes him as she removes her fingers, finally feeling the tip of her strap against his asshole.

“Steve, cock out. Now.” Nancy is right, Steve is a good boy, and complies immediately. Not that Eddie is complaining, he’s got the best view, Steve kneeling on the mattress so that his dick is eye level, toned torso and happy trail oh so tempting to run his tongue along. “Eddie, let’s make that mouth useful for once. Open wide.”

Eddie does open his mouth (his mouth is useful thankyouverymuch), trying to think of a clever retort, but Steve doesn’t hesitate to slide his cock in eagerly. Eddie groans at the taste of him, the feeling of him gliding across his tongue.

As if that wasn’t enough, Nancy finally, finally pressed the strap into him, and for a long while, Eddie is pretty sure his brain short circuits. He’s achingly full beyond what he’s ever experienced, moaning around Steve’s dick as she gently pulls out before sinking back in, not stopping until he feels her hips press against his ass, bottoming out.

Steve, a true gentleman, gives him a moment to adjust. He runs his fingers through Eddie’s curly hair.

“Fuck, fuck, Eddie. You’re so fucking good, doing so, so good.”

Eddie’s cock aches from his words, but he’s pretty sure if he got any more stimulation, he’d be a goner.

Steve finally begins to slide his dick in and out of Eddie’s mouth, and Nancy takes that as her cue to finally fuck him, attempting to match Steve’s rhythm.

“That’s it baby, just like that, look at you. You’re doing so good.” Words tumble from Steve’s lips and feed the ever growing monster that currently lives in his heart.

And now, Eddie finally gets why Steve and Nancy like having a third partner. Because this? This was sex beyond what he’s ever experienced.

The overstimulation of being thrust into simultaneously, drool shamelessly dripping from his lips onto his chin as Steve fucked his mouth, the warmth of Nancy’s hips flush against him, he can feel that sharp, hot, winding pleasure building from the pit of his stomach as she skillfully hits that special spot deep inside him.

Steve continues to groan out praises, hand now a fist in his hair, yanking it in that way Eddie likes.

“You like being full like this? Can’t even move–fuck, like being fucked from both sides?”

Eddie’s body is pure heat and endorphins, wondering how he could possibly go back to regular sex after this.

He feels the familiar stutter of Steve’s hip, sensing that his boyfriend is definitely close to finishing.

“Fuck—“ Steve hisses, “So fucking close—“

At those words, Nancy’s perfect little hand wraps around his hips, finding Eddie’s aching cock, making him see stars.

Steve spills into his mouth, salty and warm, and Eddie truly isn’t far behind with how Nancy is working him.

“Fuck,” Steve whines, pulling his softening cock from Eddie’s mouth, leaning back to observe, “that’s so fucking hot.”

That hot, white pleasure finally bursts through Eddie, Nancy truly milking every second of his orgasm by never slowing pace until he’s begging her to stop, black spots dancing across his vision.

He’s panting, heart racing, body slumping boneless against the mattress.

“Jesus Christ.” He mutters into the sheets, this woman could fuck.

“Well, did I prove myself Munson?” He can’t see her face but he knows she’s wearing that arrogant little grin.

“You mean did you fuck the soul out of me? Then yeah, mission accomplished.” She has the audacity to giggle! She plowed him like it’s her fucking job, and she’s giggling!

“Man, I missed that.” Steve murmurs, curling his body up against Eddie’s, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder.

As much as Eddie wants to lose himself in the warmth that is Steve, he can feel Nancy getting off the bed, rolling over to watch her pull a blanket around herself before something hits him.

“Woah, woah, wait a minute Wheeler!” He sits up, knocking Steve off of him. “The queen of orgasms can’t leave without having one herself!”

Then another thought hits him.

“Wait, you didn’t last time either.” Nancy’s face is unreadable, only able to watch the fluid motion of her gaze as it flickers between Steve and Eddie.

Steve stretches, unconcerned next to him.

“I took care of her,” Steve assures, reaching out to Nancy, fingers dancing across her waistline.

“Well, take care of her again then.” His nerves buzz, knowing he’s taking a leap. His and Nancy’s stance is still uncertain, she’s seen him at every level, but he hasn’t even seen her naked.

Nancy looks as uncertain as he is, but Steve is giddy at least, brown eyes sparkling. His hands run up her abdomen, tracing over the pretty lace of her bralette.

It occurs to Eddie how well Nancy and Steve know each other, how much they must truly trust each other to dip leaps and bounds beyond the average relationship. Steve’s words echo in his ears.

“It was Nancy’s idea to get with Jonathan.”

And as he watches Steve’s hand wander up Nancy’s body, seeing her relax under his touch, eyes closing and lashes fluttering, he can see how she trusts him.

Eddie knows he can’t back down from this, can’t chicken out, because this will be the deciding factor of their relationship. If Nancy can trust Eddie with her own pleasure, because she seems like the kind of control freak who doesn’t give that out easily.

“Eddie, you don’t have to–”

“No way I’m leaving, fair’s fair Wheeler.” Steve lifts her suddenly, making her squeak as he lays her down on the bed. “I don’t even have to touch you if you don’t want me to. But I’m not leaving a lady unsatisfied.”

Nancy rolls her eyes, but her breath catches in such a lovely way as Steve suckles on her neck.

“You have to earn the right to make Nancy come.” Steve’s voice is low, rumbling from his chest, tone making Eddie’s cock want to come alive again.

Ah, so that’s what it is. Now that’s a game Eddie can play.

Nancy the almighty, the queen of orgasms, and you have to earn the right to make her have one.

So he watches carefully as Steve hovers his lips over the shell of Nancy’s ear, hands slipping under her bra to grope her breast. As he whispers, her blue eyes flash over to Eddie, and nods.

Eddie tries to sit prim and proper, hands folded in his lap to show that he’s willing to watch and learn, just as he had their first time together watching Nancy touch Steve.

Steve removes Nancy’s bra, revealing delicate breasts and pretty pink nipples, mouth dipping down to latch onto one. Eddie doesn’t mind being a voyeur, there’s something thrilling about it, that same flame that buzzes under his skin.

He wonders if Nancy liked to watch, or if Steve did. His cock stirs at the image of Steve eagerly watching Jonathan and Nancy, quiet and observant, eager to be let into the mix.

They’re beautiful together, he can see why they found each other so easily at the beginning of high school, it seemed like they belonged together. Steve’s fingers dip under the waistband of her panties, making her tense, lips pressing together in a thin line, trying to keep from making a sound.

Steve’s skin is tanned, marred with scars, stark against Nancy’s smooth, ivory abdomen. He can see his fingers working her under the light blue covering her sex.

Eddie admires Steve’s jawline, holding himself in place to resist running his tongue along the stubble. Everything about him is so tempting, from the curve of his bicep to the firmness of his abdomen, and of course the very lickable happy trail–

“Steve–” Nancy’s high-pitched whine brings Eddie back to reality, noise stirring something in his chest, never hearing her make such a noise before.

Steve responds immediately, tongue trailing down the length of her body to remove her lingerie, revealing neat brown curls and her glistening cunt, Eddie perking up at seeing his two fingers pumping in and out of her.

Steve skips over her cunt for a moment, licking up the slick that stains her inner thighs, Nancy’s slim fingers finding his thick, dark hair, and promptly yanking.

“Ow, Nancy!” Nancy doesn’t even bother opening her eyes, she doesn’t bother releasing her grip either.

“Quit being a tease.” Eddie wonders if anyone has ever broken Nancy down bit by bit, and makes a mental note to ask Robin. If anyone was daring enough, it was that girl.

Steve, a good boy just as Nancy said, gives a quick nip to her inner thigh before kissing her clit. She wraps her milky thighs around Steve’s head, until all Eddie can see is Steve’s hair.

Oh to be wrapped in such a grip, it had been awhile since Eddie had been with a girl. Not that Steve wasn’t enough (all Eddie ever needed really), but there is nothing that can compare to the taste of wet pussy to put it crudely. To be wrapped in the deathly, suffocating, grip of soft thighs.

What is even better, is watching Nancy Wheeler come undone. Pink lips parted, cute little moans escaping her as her small breasts rise and fall rapidly at each panting breath. Her dark curls create a halo around her head as she arches against the mattress.

And finally, finally– a tumble of breathy moans escape Nancy along with a string of expletives accompanied by Steve’s name as she comes against Steve’s tongue. Dark lashes fluttering, cheeks flushed, breasts arching up as she cries out.

Steve finally pulls away, lips and chin shining with her arousal, Eddie decides to be impulsive. Hand reaching to Steve’s chin, pulling him forward until their lips crash together, tongue swiping his lip and diving into his mouth, groaning at the taste of Nancy Wheeler.

Perverts that they are, and apparently insatiable, Eddie’s cock had decided to come back to life finally. Steve tackles him onto the mattress, legs knocking against poor Nancy who’s just trying to recover from her singular orgasm as they begin round two.

Hardly fair, however, Eddie’s brain can only comprehend so many things, and Steve’s body pressing against his, erection hard and heavy on his thigh is the only thing his brain is computing.

“Jesus Christ you two.” Nancy sits up, curls wild and rowdy, legs swinging off the bed. Steve shoots a hand out, mouth parting from Eddie’s, to grab her by the wrist.

“You don’t have to leave. Robin said if I let you leave without making you come at least twice then she’s better than me, and I’m not letting her win this.” That makes Nancy crawl back onto the bed, smile curling on her face that special way it does whenever Buckley is mentioned.

“What’s this I hear about you having an ongoing battle of who can get the most orgasms out of me?” Steve huffs, pushing Eddie down onto his back, hands hot as they caress his biceps.

“Don’t you worry about your pretty brain about it.”

“I don’t know, I think I’d like to hear about it.” Eddie chimes in, Steve immediately giving him a glare that had no real heat. “Wheeler, you gotta tell me who’s winning.”

Nancy gives him that self-satisfied smirk he loves so much.

“Robin.” Steve jumps from him to Nancy, easily lifting her small frame and smacking her right next to Eddie.

Eddie rolls over onto his elbow, watching her twinkling blue eyes fill with mirth.

“How many?” Steve practically growls, parting Nancy’s thighs once more, ready for the challenge. She lets him stew for a moment.

“Six.” Eddie’s eyebrows shoot into his hairline.

“You’re just trying to piss me off.” Eddie breaks into cackles, chest constricting as he struggles to breathe from laughter.

“Nope. I can tell you every way she did it.” Steve gets up from the bed suddenly, going over to Nancy’s drawer of secrets. “First one sitting on her face, second one bent over the bed, third one–”

Steve pulls out a fucking vibrator–

“Sweet baby Jesus Wheeler! How many sex toys do you own??” Now Nancy is laughing at him like he’s the crazy one.

“Eddie, hold Nancy down. I’m not letting Robin beat me.”

“Dude, do you want me to die?”

“Nobody is holding me down.” Nancy’s tone shifts, making both him and Steve freeze in place. “Steve, on your knees.”

Steve complies and Nancy pauses for a moment.

“Eddie, you too.” You don’t have to tell him twice, he shoots up from where he lays on the bed and quickly finds himself next to Steve.

“Now,” Nancy swings her legs over the edge of the bed, gleaming down at him with a smirk so wicked it makes his heart hammer in his chest. “Let’s have some fun.”

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Posted to Ao3 9/12/22 

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A Masterlist of all @suoirallesalta edits!

Every edit is tagged under #suoiredits. edits are sorted acc to their books! enjoy

click here for my art masterlist!

Making Sabina in the Character without using Character’s assets style (edit challenge

Kepler, in only the harness. 

f!Adam

Jen in her dress including the lingerie

Simon Montjoy in Ava’s dress

younger Mitzi Montjoy

AVSP MC as on the cover

💫 Nia Ellarious

the perfect pair? (Nia x MC in an AME crossover)

Goddess of the Sea (Nia x Sunkissed edit)

Nia and Imtura with... moustaches

Nia with TE Alma’s hair and MTFL Ava’s outfit (#suoirandom edit)

Nia as Neisha (new avatar)

Starry Nia (#BladesAW)

Empress of The Shadow (#BladesAW)

Nia as BloodBound women: Kamilah (#BladesAW)

Nia as BloodBound women: Rheya (#BladesAW) 

the pretty young girl next door (#BladesAW)

Quartermaster Nia Ellarious (#BladesAW)

Nia Ellarious as TE MC (#BladesAW)

Nia Ellarious as Shreya (#BladesAW) 

Nia Ellarious in her dress including her lingerie

nia ellarious hot goth girlfriend

The Priestess (GIF edit) (Nia in RC outfit)

Tyril Starfury

cold and broody™ vampire elf (#BladesAW)

cold and broody™ bodyguard (#BladesAW)

cold and broody™ elementalist (#BladesAW)

cold and broody™ orc (#BladesAW)

cold and broody™ designer; feat. f!Tyril (#BladesAW)

f!Tyril (#BladesAW)

Tyril with f!Blaine’s hair (#BladesAW)

rogue-ish Tyril Starfury (with a beard)

The Mage (GIF edit) (in RC outfit)

Scream(o)s from the inside (Kade album cover edit)

Bald-ur (#BladesAW)

Damn those elves and their magicks (Mal - Aerin hairswap)

Modern Rogue-ish Mal Volari (with a beard)

StarCorp

Blades of Lust and Sensuality

Jax Tora and Robin Matsuo (face swap)

Duke Richards in the banana mascot outfit from Platinum.

Charlie Smith

A relaxing day at the waterfall! (edit inspired by Charlie Premium Scene!)

Quartermaster of the Dreadlord (DSAW)

Quartermaster of the Flotillan Pirates (DSAW)

Siren of The Light (DSAW)

Charlie as Atlas, Eli and Shreya from TE (DSAW)

Maggie

Maggie! M-Maggie? (MM and DS Maggie Crossover)

Maggie with HC Hazel’s hair and QB Poppy’s outfit. (#suoirandom request)

Oliver Cochrane

Oliver Cochrane as Luke Hemmings

oliver cock rain (DSAW)

f!Oliver (DSAW)

Distant Sores (Charlie x Edward face swap)

DS MC using BaBu2 sprite (DSAW)

Distant Couture // Hot Shores (DS x HC crossover, DSAW)

Ayna Seth

student!Ayna and professor!Ayna

Ayna as Imogen from ILB

buff ayna

Ayna as Jackie in the Open Heart 3 CG

vampire!Ayna

Ayna Seth

Ayna Seth as a Lovelink Match

Ayna Seth as Robin Tora

aynia ellarious

TA meets TA (Ayna - Aiyana Midthunder crossover)

Blaine Hayes

m!Blaine in f!Blaine’s dress

f!Blaine as m!Blaine

Blaine with PT Raleigh’s Hair and MOTY MC’s outfit (#suoirandom edit)

Blaine Hayes edit inspired by @aestheteasteria’s icon

Tatum Mendoza

John Somerset x Tatum Mendoza crossover

Tatum in Ayna’s dress / Tatum as Ayna

MC

politics reporter and student (FA mc x WT mc)

MC with ATV Pax’s hair and TNA Robin’s outfit (#suoirandom edit)

Ayna x MC

girlfriends

partners

Bodyguard Murphy (lmao)

Murphy Icons <3

I think I got the address to the wrong Murphy

Skye Crandall x Gerard Way

Dark Mage Ajay (choicedits challenge)

Power Duo (Luz x MC)

Bridgette Gardner with TRH Cedric Vescovi’s hair and PM Hayden’s Outfit (#suoirandom edit)

Luz Estrada in her dress including the lingerie

Noah Marshall in the banana outfit (edit request)

Sadie McGraw

Sadie McGraw (in the TNA MC’s Golden Dress)

A bit younger Sadie McGraw

Sadie McGraw (in casual(?) outfit)

Aislinn Tanaka

Aislinn Tanaka in QB Poppy’s outfit and diff black hair

aislinn tanaka hot goth girlfriend

aislinn tanaka hot goth girlfriend 2

aislinn tanaka girlfriend

aislinn tanaka’s v short hair

Gabe and MC as Mal and Nia

Babe Ricci with long hair

The Boys

Ava as Britney from ILITW

IGHT (NB face swap)

MC with TE MC’s hair and BB MC’s outfit (#suoirandom edit)

bryce.. lahela .. and,, uh.. bryce sterling..

Rookie Ramsey

Rookie Varma

Raleigh Carrera

Raleigh Carrera with AME Mackenzie’s hair and VOS Naomi’s outfit (#suoirandom edit)

An exclusive sneak-peek at Raleigh Carrera’s fuck-the-stereotype Vinyls look that has got the fandom in meltdown!

Raleigh Carrera with BOLAS MC’s hair and THM Eris’s outfit. (#suoirandom edit)

A Very Wilshere Christmas! (Album Cover)

The Hottest Couple of the Industry (Avery x MC)

Poppy is just angry Avery

Zoey Wade

“Besties!” (mc and Zoey as Mc and Ava from MTFL)

priestess zoey wade

zoey in floral

zoey in floral (beach-wear edition)

TA Zoey Wade

Zoey Wade as Atlas Ernhardt

Zoey Wade in TE MC’s gala outfit

zoey in the dress she gave to mc in the first chapter

Ina/Ian Kingsley

Ina Kingsley with TF Becca's hair and BB Kamilah's outfit. (edit request)

Ina Kingsley with TNA Sam’s hair and WT MC’s outfit. (#suoirandom edit)

Veronica with TNA Sofia’s hair and ACOR Sabina’s outfit. (#suoirandom edit)

MC with BP Courtney’s hair and QB Poppy’s outfit.

how (ridiculous) mc would look if she actually wore that ligerie under that dress

📰 Robin Tora

Asian Robin as Ava Lawrence from MTFL

Asian Robin as Ava Lawrence from MTFL (#2)

Asian Robin as Ava Lawrence from MTFL (#3)

Robin as Mikasa Ackerman from Attack on Titan

Jax Tora and Robin Matsuo (face swap)

Robin in an oversized baggy shirt

wait, wrong Robin- shit (Sofia TNA edit)

Robin Tora as Robin Tora and Robin Tora as Robin Tora

Robin as Cassian in Witness

Robins at the beach

robin hood

asian f!robin tora as blaine hayes

Flame the Crow & Me : One Boob (TC&TF face swap)

Annia Adairious (TCTF AW)

orc!Val (TCTF AW)

Kenna Rys with NB Katherine’s hair and HSS Principal Rivera’s outfit (#suoirandom edit)

🌙 Atlas Ernhardt

Atlas Ellarious

Atlas, the adventurous elf

Queen of Vampires, Atlas, of Clan Ernhardt

Vampire Queen Atlas (edit #2)

Atlas, the Snow Princess

Atlas, the Moon Princess

Atlas in genderfluid flag colors!

m!Atlas in f!Atlas’s Gala dress

f and m!Atlas swapped

☀️ Eli Solaris Russell (my mc)

Eli’s first (accidental) spell cast!

Eli’s momentous first day at Penderghast

⚙️ Beckett Harrington

“Small dapper Beckett… confirmed.”

Beckett as Connor from Detroit: Become Human

Shreya Mistry

Shreya “Wonder Woman” Mistry

❣️ Pend Pals

“All dressed in black.”

Pend Gals on a night out in matching black outfits (#1)

Pend Gals on a night out in matching black outfits (#2)

Magick Docs (OH crossover)

Pend Pals in Belvoire attire

Pend Gals on a night out after the Amorelia Day Gala (faceapp faceswap edit)

The Elementalists - Across the Dimension (2D art crossover)

💞 Shreya x Atlas

“your eyes, they shine so bright”

“Hey Shreya.. Marry Me”

“Wedding Day!”

💞 Beckett x Eli/MC

Beckett and Eli in a western setting

Eli x Beckett face swap

Eli x Beckett in Robin x Sofia art (lmao)

🌟 Double Trouble (Eli/MC + Atlas)

Hydrobreath (Eli + Atlas)

“my younger twin sister” (double trouble x mtfl edit)

Misc

Blood of the Sun (a spinoff movie poster)

Coolness of metal and water-atts (meme)

Alma with FA Dionne’s hair and D&D MC’s outfit (#suoirandom edit)

Sam Dalton

Sam Dalton as Sam Dalton and Sam Dalton as Sam Dalton

Sam Dalton with BB Serafine’s hair and TCTF Val’s outfit. (#suoirandom edit)

Sofia as Lady Dimitrescu from Resident Evil

the cake on sofia’s skirt works as floral print

John Somerset x Tatum Mendoza crossover

Vampire Harlenay

Flynn o’Malley in fem VOS characters’ hair 

Flynn o’Malley in fem outfits

Anna Koishi

Anna Koishi, at the club, with short pink hair

Anna Koishi with TE Atlas’s hair and PT Avery’s outfit. (#suoirandom edit)

Anna Koishi as Atlas Ernhardt

politics reporter and student (FA mc x WT mc)

Asian f!Dakota with Hispanic f!Dakota’s hair

Daenerys, the mother of dragons (using TRR mc)

TRR mc as Daenerys (edit #2)

the greatest witch of our time (BB mc as Hermione Granger)

me before you (poster edit with TRR Mc and AME Adam)

Aquaman (ft Cassian and Ava)

Wolf Bride wolf in Poppy’s outfit

Imogen Dragons

rip fallen books

The Crew (DSAW)

Wizards of Waverley Place (THOBM edit)

omg a hit tweet (pb meme)

Choicedits Challenges

ACOR Sabina without using her assets

OpH Jackie without using her assets

Harry Potter and Hermione Granger using Choices assets

Priestesses of the Light

Coldplay’s Higher Power album cover using only Choices assets

Asian Wolf Bride MC as TE MC

Lovelink Edits

Nicholas Adley in Pirate Outfit

Jamie Grant in multiple outfits from HERO