#in the end I gave up and just settled for a bikini

[crab-san]

What if Luka Megurine was a water-type trainer

[zarameraki]

♡₊˚✒️₊✧ 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗶'𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁 ♡₊˚📓₊✧

: ̗̀➛ tropes: fem! reader 𖥔 minors do not interact 𖥔 unprotected sex 𖥔 professor x student 𖥔 alternate universe 𖥔 nsfw 𖥔 smut

: ̗̀➛ words: 1.7k

: ̗̀➛ notes: contemplating if i should do a full series on professor nanami. if you have any requests, don’t hesitate to send them. pls follow, reblog, like, comment—whatever you want! okay love you and enjoy.

Professor Nanami was captivated by you from the moment you walked into the classroom on the first day. Among the sea of students, you were the only one who chose to sit right at the front, directly in the middle, with a radiant smile that caught his attention instantly.

He always seemed to lose his train of thought during lectures whenever he directed even a brief glance in your direction. 

When he found out your name during one of the online quizzes, he shamelessly delved into researching your social media accounts. Every image he came across painted a picture of sunshine and rainbows, but it was that one image of you in a bikini that sent shockwaves to his cock.

His obsession grew to the point he intentionally gave you a lower grade on an exam you clearly excelled in, just so you would have a reason to schedule office hours and discuss it with him.

As you sat across from him, he found himself struggling to catch his breath. You passionately argued why you deserved a chance for a retake. Tears welled up in your eyes, tracing the delicate edge of your waterline. He didn’t realize it would go this far and he was a fucking idiot for it.  

Nanami rushed over to your side. He quickly crouched down, gently cupping your flushed face in his hands. His thumbs wiped over your wet lashes as he whispered, “I apologize, sweetheart. I purposely gave you a failing grade just to have this chance to speak with you. It was not my intention to cause you distress.”

He held his breath, eagerly awaiting your response, your face still cradled in his hands, only for you to ask, “So, did I pass?” And with a chuckle, he nodded affirmatively, replying, “From the very start.” Because you were a smart girl. The smartest out of everyone he’s ever met. 

His chuckle abruptly ended when you leaned in and kissed him, causing him to freeze with wide-open eyes as yours remained tightly shut in anxious anticipation.

Then like a pliable putty responding to heat, he melted into the kiss, responding with fervor and intensity, while you stood there, arms encircling his neck, both of you lost in the moment. He awkwardly fumbled with locking his office door in a desperate attempt to maintain some semblance of professionalism amidst the escalating moment.

You were perched comfortably on his lap, your lips moving in perfect harmony with his, your body undulating against his erection, fulfilling the dirty fantasies you've harbored for your professor since you first enrolled in his class.

He showered your face and neck with kisses, quickly removing your sweater to unveil your breasts. He teasingly latched onto your perky, sweet nipples, all while he struggled to contain his own orgasm, barely held back by the fabric of his boxers.

In a matter of minutes, he had you bent over his desk, pants and boxers dangling carelessly, his thick, veiny cock buried within you, thrusting vigorously, the force causing his stationary and name plaque to crash to the ground. You gripped the edges tightly, cheek pressed against the smooth mahogany surface, your ass arching to meet his every powerful thrust.

Finishing his heavy load inside of you, he marveled at the sight of his release dripping down your legs, mirroring the tears streaming down your flushed cheeks. Your asscheeks showed signs of discoloration from his relentless spanking; and your legs trembled with the aftermath. He helped you stand, but you sagged into his embrace, causing him to lift you in a bridal-style carry.

Settling into his chair, he gently stroked your face, showering you with praises for being such a good girl for him.

Relentless since the moment he first fucked you, Nanami couldn’t seem to get enough, whether it's after his lectures in his cluttered office, or shooting you a text asking you meet him in some deserted storage space, or inviting you to his place for a cozy evening of dinner and drinks.

And sometimes, it's not even about the sex but just cuddling on the couch, binging movies until you both fall asleep wrapped in each other's arms. It's like time stood still in those moments, suspended in a bubble of warmth that you both never want to burst.

Nanami had become your boyfriend months into your relationship. He surprised you on your graduation day by proposing to you in the lecture hall where you first met four years ago, and as an extra reward for being his good girl, he also asked you to move in with him.

He cried when you said yes.

[lovelyjj]

maybe a mix of “i’m just afraid” and “tell me the truth”? 🫶

avoidance

jj maybank x reader

wc: 1.4k

a/n: I lowkey hate this.

You and JJ were the best of friends. You did everything together. He was your person you told everything to. He was your partner in crime. There were no secrets between the two of you.

You and JJ were on the couch that was on John B’s porch, enjoying the rain. The rain was blanketing the outer banks in water, soaking the grass and trees.

“I love the rain,” you stated.

“Really why?” JJ asked.

“I don’t know it makes me feel less alone, like the sky is crying with me.”

“That’s a really good reason,” JJ replied.

“Thanks,” you smiled.

“You want to dance?” JJ asked with a goofy grin on his face.

“In the rain?” You questioned surprised.

“In the rain,” JJ confirmed.

“Ok.”

JJ got up and reached his hand out for you to take, which you gladly accepted. The two of you went out on the grass and JJ held onto one hand. Then he put one hand on your waist and you put the hand not holding his, on his shoulder.

You guys danced and he spun you around and you got soaking wet. You were having a lot of fun though. You were having a blast and so was JJ.

When you were finished JJ ushered you inside as you giggled.

You both changed into dry clothes and afterwards JJ had an idea.

“Let’s make some hot chocolate,” JJ announced.

“Yes please,” you answered.

JJ whipped up two mugs of cocoa and you both sipped yours quietly.

“Tastes good,” you whispered.

“Wanna watch a movie?” you asked JJ.

“Sure,” JJ replied.

You both settled into John B’s living room and put on spider-man. You ended up falling asleep on the pullout couch.

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A couple days later you were all going out on the boat. The day was bright and sunny perfect for going out on the water.

JJ was looking at you in your bikini top. He knew he shouldn’t be looking at his best friend like that but he couldn’t help it. You looked hot and JJ could hardly look away from your chest.

You were oblivious to JJ’s ogling. You were happy to be on the boat with your friends.

“I can’t believe the weather is so nice,” you spoke.

“Yeah it’s perfect,” Pope responded.

“I thought it would be windy out here on the water,” JJ said removing his attention from your breasts.

“Hope we can catch some fish,” John B announced.

“Should be able to,” JJ commented.

While the boys were fishing, you Kiara and Sarah were on your phones. You were looking through your photos and you noticed how many you had of you and JJ.

There was one of you two at the beach with the waves in the background and a pretty sunset.

“Can I post this J?” you asked.

“Let me see it.”

You handed your phone to JJ and he took it. He scanned the image and smiled a genuine smile.

“Yeah that’s a good one. Go ahead fire away.”

You gave him a smile and decided to post the picture.

After a while you got a few comments. One was from Sarah that said, “Goals.”

You ignored it because you didn’t want to draw attention to it. The last thing you needed was people assuming your in a relationship with JJ cause your not. Your just friends and that’s all you ever will be.

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You were spending more and more time with JJ. Sometimes with the other pogues and sometimes just the two of you.

You were starting to catch feelings for him. You didn’t know how or why but being around him brought out the best in you. You started to fall in love with your best friend. You were scared you’ve never felt this way before. And what if he doesn’t love you back.

You decided to go to Kiara and ask for her help. She was working at the wreck, so you made your way over there.

“Hey Kie, I need your help,” you hesitated.

“Yeah sure y/n whatever you need,” Kiara replied.

“Here let’s sit down,” Kiara said as she directed you to a small table by the window.

You sat across from her and she gave you a kind smile with kind eyes.

“What’s up,” Kiara started.

“Well um I’ve sorta had these feelings for a certain someone and I’m not sure what to do about it. I just know I don’t want to tell them,” you began.

“Why don’t you want to tell them,” Kiara asked.

“I’m just afraid,” you bit your lip.

“What do you have to be afraid of?”

“Well first of all he could not feel the same way. He could reject me. He could laugh in my face. The list goes on,” you threw your hands up in the air.

“JJ wouldn’t do that,” Kiara raised a brow.

“How do you know it’s JJ?” You asked.

“Oh come on, who else would it be.”

“You’ve got a point.” you laughed.

“Speak of the devil,” Kiara whispered as you turned to the sound of the door opening.

JJ sauntered in to the wreck, Pope, John B and Sarah following suit.

“The gangs all here,” Kiara exclaimed.

“I need to go,” you whispered to Kiara.

“What why?”

“I just need to, ok!”

You slipped out the back door leaving the rest of the crew utterly confused.

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You have been avoiding JJ. It’s not that you wanted to, you hated the distance between you and not seeing him but you didn’t know how to act around him anymore.

You were getting worried because you thought JJ was on to you. Now JJ was getting worried because he hasn’t seen you in a while. He figured that you were mad at him. He hated it.

When the pogues would hang out all together you would not be there. You would miss the activities they had planned.

It was getting harder and harder hiding your feelings from JJ. You would always blush or your heart would beat really fast. So your only option you decided was to stop hanging out with him.

JJ was confused because of your absence. He was going to get to the bottom of this. He was determined.

He assumed you would be at your house. So that’s where he showed up. He knocked on your door a few times and after a few minutes you came to the door. You were shocked to see JJ standing there.

You wanted to run back to your room and hide. You were embarrassed by your actions. Just all of a sudden ghosting him. He didn’t deserve that.

“Hey um so I miss you. A lot. And I think we need to talk,” JJ scratched the back of his neck.

“Sure.”

You stepped outside and closed the door behind you.

“I need to know why your avoiding me,” JJ insisted.

“I’m not avoiding you.”

“y/n.”

“Ok ok I’ve been avoiding you because I didn’t want to see you.” You nervously crossed your arms and looked down.

JJ wasn’t buying it. “No. Tell me the truth.”

As you looked into JJ’s pleading blue eyes you felt your stomach flip. You couldn’t lie to him even if you tried.

“Fine. You want the truth? The truth is I’m in love with you. And I don’t know how to act around you anymore. I assumed you didn’t feel the same way so to save myself the rejection, I avoided you.”

“You thought I wouldn’t feel the same way?” JJ questioned.

“I’ve been in love with you for years,” JJ confessed.

“Really?”

JJ nodded his head.

“I can’t believe you did all that.” JJ said surprised.

You took a step closer to JJ and he took your face in his hands.

“Come here,” JJ whined.

You didn’t need to be asked twice. You leaned in and JJ placed lips on yours. Instantly you felt electrifying sparks shoot trough you. Your stomach erupted with butterflies. The kiss was gentle and delicate. JJ was excited and you were giddy.

Your lips were crushing together and moving against each other. JJ was feeling warm all over. Your hands were resting on JJ’s shoulders. One of JJ’s hand rested on your jaw and one hand snaked lower to your butt squeezing lightly. This caused you to gasp, allowing JJ’s tongue to slide into your mouth.

After making out you pulled away breathless. You wore a big smile and JJ laughed.

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.” JJ broke the silence.

“I’ve missed you too,” you responded.

“Will you be mine?” JJ asked.

“Yes, I’ll be yours,” you exclaimed.

JJ picked you up and spun you around, your laughter mixing together to create a sense of harmony and happiness. Since you and JJ were best of friends your romantic relationship will only flourish because you loved each other wholeheartedly.

[thecuriousbeauty]

You apply sunscreen on each other- Harry Styles Blurb

Word count: 640

Warnings: Nothing, just pure fluff!

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"Who goes to the beach on a cold day?", you asked Harry as he swung your linked hands down the boardwalk before making your way down to the beach. You were quite grumpy because he had woken you up early, saying it was a beautiful day to enjoy the beach.

"It's a normal day in the UK, you just haven't adapted yet.", Harry said and tsked, making you slap his arm. "I am not getting in the water today.", you decided.

"And I will get you in the water today.", he said.

"You're annoying." You scrunched up your nose, looking at him. He chuckled and kissed your nose. "I like annoying you."

"Of course you do.”

“Ah. Look at that and tell me it wasn’t worth getting out of bed for.”, Harry says as you both stop to overlook the beach. The water seemed to glimmer with endless shades of blue and the sound that the waves made always relaxed you.

You smiled. “Fine, you were right. Now, let’s find a good spot.”

You set up your foldable chair and things beside it. 

“Where'd you keep the sunscreen?"Harry asked you as he searched your bag. You took it out and gave it to him. "Sunscreen me, baby.", he said, wiggling his eyebrows and turning around, making you roll your eyes. 

You applied the sunscreen on Harry's back, shoulders, neck till his legs. Harry gets sunburned pretty easily. "You?", he asked.

"I don't want it, I’m an LA girl, I can-"

"Yeah, yeah, so you said once before. Remember how red and itchy you got for not listening to me?", he said. You narrowed your eyes and he smiled innocently. He was right. So you took off your sundress, making Harry suck in a breath.

His eyes traveled from your head to your toes. “New bikini?”

You nod, smiling at him. “You like it?”

He grins, tugging you to his body. “I love it. You look great in anything you wear. Even better if you’re not wearing anything.”

“I see.”, you say, giggling as you stand on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek, making him blush for some reason.”I love you.”

"I love you too." You smiled and turned around for him to apply the sunscreen.

He rubbed the cold sunscreen all over your back. He took extra time getting your bikini lines and lightly squeezed your butt cheeks.

He then squatted down and rubbed it all over your legs. You turned to thank him, but he continued. You laughed as he rubbed the white sunscreen all over the front of you.. Starting at your shoulders, moving down to your chest, down your stomach, and down your legs. He ended with a dot on your nose. He pulled you into his chest and kissed you.

“You're all covered.” You laughed, “Yeah no kidding with half the bottle on me.”

“At least you won’t be sunburnt.” 

You settled on the chair with a magazine, while Harry went to the waters, letting his feet dip and going in till his waist was covered. He came back to you soon, standing in front of you.

“You're blocking the sun, babe.”, you murmured, flipping to another page.

“You don’t wanna see this view?” He flexes his muscles, dramatically shaking off water from his hair making you grin. “It’s a nice view, I must admit.” You throw sand at his feet as he laughs. He leans down to kiss you, and you hum, pulling him closer by the back of his neck. “Will you get in the water with me if I promise to go to your favorite place for breakfast?”

“Hm. Maybe.” A smile tugs at your lips as he rubs his nose with yours. “If you give me some more kisses.”

“That, I can do.” He grins and captures your lips again.

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[devnmon]

Dirty Dirty Dirty Mind

[have this filth idea that i had from ages ago that i finally put my thoughts to. also this is my holiday gift to you all tehe]

summary: Daryl wakes up beside you, seeing you in nothing but one of his t-shirts and a very skimpy thong. It was enough to rile him up first thing in the morning, even if it wasn't your intention.

warnings: p in v sexual intercourse, daryl being a freak over lacey underwear, dirty talk

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Rays of sun poked through the blinds of a blue, two story Alexandrian home on a perfectly warm day during the spring. The window's shades somehow aimed the radiant energy from the sun right into Daryl's eyes. He tried to rid his sight of the blinding beams, but failed miserably.

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Daryl spotted the curtains peeking open just the slightest bit, enough for the rays of sunshine to peek through like a laser. He glanced down, the comforter leaving his chest bare, covering his pelvic area and legs. About to pull the sheets over his head, he picked up a faint groaning sound coming from your side of the bed, gazing over to your figure.

Then he noticed the rays of sun were aimed right for your eyes, as well.

Daryl, not wanting to disturb your rest, carefully lifted from the bed, stepping as quiet as possible over to each set of blinds; he adjusted them accordingly, so you could gain another hour or so of sleep. Daryl's half awake state wouldn't last long, knowing that once he had gotten up from bed, there would be no falling back asleep for him. Even with your comforting body next to him, he struggled to rest.

His weight shifted to the bed again, beginning to descend onto the mattress. as his deft hand lifted the covers, he caught a glimpse at your figure under the drapery of the bed. You were wearing one of Daryl's shirts, a fairly dark one that reached well below your waist. Wearing bottoms of any kind to bed escaped you when the temperatures in Virginia got warmer than usual, especially this time of year.

His gaze drifted from the small of your back down to your waist and the undergarments you wore. It wasn't easy for Daryl to get distracted in general, but your body lying close to him like this leads his brain to other places.

The underwear you wore wasn't like the other ones you had, usual pieces were bikini style panties, usually plain and didn't show anything off. The apocalypse had you looking for clean clothes and underwear constantly, those being the main style you'd brought back. Though Daryl didn't mind. Other times you wore pairs of his boxers he thought you liked or ones that didn't fit him well.

You had discarded your regular underwear for a black lace thong that accentuated your ass and curves of your waist.

Daryl's eyes darted towards and away from that area of your body, not wanting to rile himself up this early in the morning. He wondered why you wore something so uncomfortable looking to sleep. He also knew women suffered more than men, even before the world ended, putting themselves in painful high heels and skin tight dresses for their own confidence and style.

Why after all that time would you put your precious body in that position?

Why, when you could settle for something different? Or nothing at all?

His body ached as he settled into bed again, hearing your soft breathing as a sign you hadn't woken up from his movements before. The temperature must have gotten to you, unconsciously pulling the sheets down past your waist, and your shirt up for more access to the cool air.

What you didn't realize was the view you were giving Daryl. His eyes studied your movements, how you unknowingly gave him the best view he'd ever wanted.

Daryl's mind was sure spinning now as you moaned lightly from the contact of the cool air on your skin. You settled in stillness again, drifting further into sleep.

He, on the other hand, was dealing with a tightness in his boxers that grew every second his eyes trailed down to your lacy undergarment. Daryl couldn't ignore the feeling and thoughts you brought to his head, especially not after you so innocently revealed yourself to him, without even knowing you were.

"Shit," Daryl murmured to himself, glancing down to the tent in his pants that became more apparent every second he let his mind cram up with thoughts of you.

He got so easily worked up in such a boyish way over your body, Daryl couldn't handle himself or the distracting thoughts that came.

Though he wanted to let you rest and deal with his problem by himself, he always preferred your touches. The pleasure shared between you two was rarely one sided, insisting on your pleasure as well as his.

Daryl trailed his hand down to his boxers, giving his bulge under the fabric a slight squeeze, throbbing against the cotton.

Glancing over to you once more, he saw your hair lazily thrown onto your pillow, eyes closed in bliss. Daryl rolled over onto his side, inches away from your back. His soft fingertips breached the fabric of your shirt, softly rubbing up your back.

You hadn't shifted at first, taking in the feeling like it was part of your dream. His movement shifted downwards and back up again, the contact waking you from slumber.

"Mmm... feels good," you mumbled, still half asleep with your eyes closed. It wasn't until you felt Daryl's hand trail further up your back that your eyes opened.

"Mornin', sunshine." Daryl grumbled against your neck, leaving a kiss on your shoulder. You rarely got this type of attention in the mornings, since Daryl was usually a very early riser. Meaning, he was out of bed and the house before you would wake.

"Morning, babe.. what's gotten into you, huh?" you giggled, feeling the hairs of Daryl's beard trail kisses over your neck and back.

"Ya woke another part of me up today... wearin' that to bed an' no shorts..." Daryl groaned, finally pushing his hard member against your bottom. "Can't ya tell what yer doin' to me?"

To be quite honest, you'd forgotten you were wearing such a thing, let alone know what effect it would have on Daryl when he saw you in it.

"You, mister Dixon, have a dirty dirty mind." turning your head, Daryl met you with a passionate kiss.

"Need ya.." he growled through another kiss, breath hitching as his mind brought the sensations from other nights he'd made love to you.

"Must be pretty desperate, waking a lady from her beauty sleep for somethin' like this.." letting out a soft chuckle, your hand found its way under his chin.

Daryl groaned as the surprise weight of your body pushed back on his tented boxers again.

"Yer already beautiful to me, darlin'.. Jus' need ya."

"Then take what you want from me..." you whispered into Daryl's ear, before turning back around to pull the shirt off your body. He could only see the silhouette of your breasts from behind you, taking that as his sign for him to undress.

His fingertips met the waistband of his boxers, the cloth pulling on his tip as he tossed them away from his body. His hard length hit the area of skin by his lower stomach, tip red and swollen, a vein protruding from his overwhelming arousal.

Daryl heard soft moans coming from you, spotting the way your fingers collecting the wetness pooling between your legs.

"I'm so ready for you..." you reached back to him, fingers dripping with slick as you showed him how much he turned you on.

"Shit, darlin'..." wrapping a hand around his shaft, Daryl parted your legs, the visible slick leaking from your heat. His cock throbbed as he pushed his tip through your folds, the arousal consuming his skin as soon as he'd done so.

"Daryl, need you inside me.." Your fingertip circled the sensitive bud ever so lightly, knowing Daryl's penetration would bring you to new heights.

He didn't hesitate after that, pushing fully into you in one movement. Groaning, he bottomed out inside of you, tip pressing against the deepest parts of you.

"Feels s-so good.. take what you want, and don't hesitate.." A moan followed your words, breathlessly hoping Daryl would trust you enough to continue.

"I ain't gonna hurt ya?" He paused to let you adjust to his size, which you always needed a moment for. No matter how many times you'd ended up like this, Daryl always checked to make sure what he was doing would feel good for you.

"You could never hurt me, I just wanna feel you.. Know you want it too.. so just let go..." With a sigh, you felt Daryl's hands at your waist. He left a soft kiss on your shoulder before pulling his length a few inches out of you, thrusting back in harder this time. His rhythm sped up, steadying a pace with moans falling from your lips.

"Ya take me so well, darlin'," A guttural groan left Daryl, feeling your attempt to swivel your hips with his movements.

Daryl was lust-ridden every time those pretty little sounds left your lips, beckoning him to continue the shared pleasure.

You felt one of Daryl's hands leave your waist, slowly trailing up the front of your torso to your breast. His hand massaged it slowly, pinching your nipple with two fingers. One of your hands returned to your heat, swirling your arousal amongst your folds. A much louder moan fell from your mouth, as your actions sent you clenching around Daryl's thick length.

It was then that his hips bucked at the sudden tightening of your walls, his cock reacting before he realized.

Daryl's hips bucking against you harder than before sent his cock deeper into you than before.

"Oh... Daryl, I'm.." the words fell from your mouth in a whimper, your orgasm building with each time he thrusted into your wet heat.

"Ya gettin' close, sweetheart?" Daryl continued his movements, hearing you whimper and nod your head.

With that, his rhythm quickened, losing himself in the feeling you brought. His length was slick with your arousal as it improved the sensation of him moving in and out of you.

You inched closer, the impact of Daryl's movement inside you making the feeling more and more intense. Each time he hit that spot deep inside you was complete bliss, paired with your rough fingers against your clit.

"C'mon, come on my cock, pretty girl.. Let me hear ya.." Daryl panted, thrusting deep and slow into your pussy. His next thrust sent your orgasm crashing over you like a wave, your walls fluttering around him as you called out his name.

His thrusts continued slowly as you rode out the intense high.

Hearing you moan for him shot Daryl closer to his own orgasm, one he was chasing as well. Still inside of you, he cursed under his breath, speeding up his thrusts once again.

Both hands were on your waist, as he grew closer to release. He thrusted into you once more before pulling out, coaxing his orgasm even more now. Rubbing his sensitive tip a few times sent him over the edge, groaning your name as his seed shot out into his hand and some landing on your back.

He panted, looking over to you as you turned to him, smirking.

"Well, good morning to you too."

"Yeah, what a good mornin'.."

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a/n: likes + reblogs are appreciated!! it lets me know how much everyone enjoys my writing & sharing to others is a generous thing to do.

[blue-sadie]

Squished Between

Anakin Skywalker x Reader x Obi Wan kenobi

Summary: having targets on your back ends you up with two hot bodyguards

Warning: age gap, pool sex

Yn/3rd person pov

My family is very well known and being well known has its up and downs we had a lot of allies and enemies so we were close to the jedi order especially master skywalker and kenobi.

"put some clothes on" my dad complained as I waltzed into the room, I was wearing a skimpy bikini and I bite my lip as I caught anakin looking at my body up and down.

"I'm gonna hang by the pool" I smiled skipping my way out to the pool and as I reached the pool a shiver ran through my body their intense gaze made my body feel on fire, I dipped my feet into the water and sat myself on the edge of the pool, "hey their pretty girl" anakin murmured as he and obi wan came outside "so what brings you guys this side of the planet" I asked leaning back on my elbows looking back at them.

"Your father has asked us to look after you while he's away" kenobi said adjust his belt I smirked glancing over to anakin who averted his gaze as I looked at him "I wonder if my dad will ever realize I'm a grown woman and not a child" I sighed dramatically as I got up and went deeper into the pool swaying my hips with each step.

"Come join me" I murmured not looking at them "We can't-" I glanced at anakin "why are you that bor-" and as planned anakin took off his robes leaving him in his tunic and jumped in "what were you saying" anakin muttered as he came towards me.

"Nothing" I murmured batting my eyelashes at him making him chuckle "I'm sure you were about to call Mr boring" he grinned evilly as he started backing me up against the wall "I thought we were supposed to be professional" obi wan groaned as he too slid off his robes and joined us in the pool.

"We could but how can we resist this lovely and how she always teases us" anakin chuckled as he used his hand to caress my cheek "so you were getting the message I thought I was just to young for you" I loved rilling them up "sweetheart I'm only a couple years older then you so you better watch" anakin muttered as he clasped my chin tightly.

Their touch made my body feel on fire, obi wan lips molded against mine roughly as their hands started to pull off my clothes "your so beautiful" obi wan smiled and I gasped as anakins fingers dipped down to my core gently slipping into my folds rubbing my clit my eyes flattered as my mouth opened onto an o shape "f-fuck" I moaned.

Their touch made my body feel on fire, obi wan lips molded against mine roughly as their hands started to pull off my clothes "your so beautiful" obi wan smiled and I gasped as anakins fingers dipped down to my core gently slipping into my folds rubbing my clit my eyes flattered as my mouth opened onto an o shape "f-fuck" I moaned.

They chuckled and praised my reactions as anakin slipped his fingers into me "she's so tight" anakin groaned as he started using his fingers to scissor me "and look at these perky things" kenobi growled as he started to play with my breasts and pinch my nibbles my moans started turning into soft crys as I felt my climax coming nearer "please can I c-cum" I cried and they only laughed before anakin gave me a teasing yes, he started thrusting his fingers deeper into my pussy and adding more intill his all his fingers were inside it was getting to be too much.

Tears started to prick my eyes as my body began to tense and my core began to clench "c-cumming" I whined out my legs squeezing around his hand "such a good slut" anakin chuckled kissing my forehead, I whined as they pulled back from me my body still shaking from the orgasm but my mouth immediately began to water as the slid off their tunics leaving them bare, I bit my lip in excitement as I looked down at their cocks they were exactly as expected big.

"So how do you want to play this sweetheart" kenobi asked as they settled beside me again I looked at him with lust and hunger and ran one of my hands up and down his chest as I leaned up to his ear "I want you both in my pussy" I whispered but loud enough for anakin to hear kenobi was flustered and didn't know what to say while anakin just growled out.

Anakin pushed up behind me caging me between them "that could be arranged" he growled out and his hands ran down the back of my thighs stopping at my knee before picking me up I squealed out as he brought my legs to my chest but a bit spread out obi wan took in the sight as he pressed himself closer to me and he moved his cock running the tip up and down my slit "please obi please" I begged arching my back towards him he only grinned "as you wish princess" and finally pushed in.

We both moaned in pleasure as he started moving "you were r-right she is t-tight" he groaned "like I said master when am I ever wrong" anakin laughed as he adjusted me as his cock was also by my slit "you ready slut" he growled and only pushed in when I nodded, I cried out as it burned at the stretch "fuck" anakin yelled out as kenobi tensed his jaw so he didn't make a sound.

Their cocks filled me up and they had to wait for me to adjust before they could move "y-you can move" I murmured as I put my arms around obi wan for support, they slowly started to pump into me asking every few minutes if I was ok but after the fith one my pained whines turned into moans and they took that as a sign to move faster "your doing so well sweetheart" kenobi praised and kissed me again but more roughly and full of passion "aww don't leave me out" anakin whined playfully before starting to suck on my neck again.

My breathing started to quicken and my eyes rolled as their cocks brushed against my sweet spot "I think we found it" anakin groaned and started to hit that spot over and over again my body began to react to their touches as I felt a knot form in my stomach, I started to clench around them to help make them cum "if you keep doing that sweetheart I can't hold myself back" kenobi groaned and I felt their cocks began to twitch.

Their thrusts started to quicken and our moans started getting louder as we neared our climaxes "c-cum in-inside me" I moaned as I cum my body spasming in their arms, it only took them a few more thrusts before they filled me up and some of their cum leaked out into the pool "f-fuck" I whined out as they carefully pulled out of me but anakin stilled held me firm against his chest.

My body felt weak and sore so I was using him for support "w-what time is my dad g-getting back" I stuttered my throat was dry and sore, anakin leaned down to my ear and whispered darkly.

"in one whole week"

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Authors notes; what do you guys think? First post fully on another fandom, hope you guys like it 🥰

[lollipopliccer]

𝔄 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔣𝔢𝔩𝔱 𝔰𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔢 ❦

❦ warning lollipop chaos ahead! proceed with caution… ❦ light angst , happy ending , ex getō suguru , tattoo artist suguru , set in a tattoo parlour , soft dom geto , praise , cunnilingus , masochism , light sadism & impact play , ig semi public and i guessss office sex

the descriptions of this tattoo experience is not accurate, i dunno shit abt tattoos (even tho i rlly wanna get one). so don't bite my fucking dick off with the technicalities! lets just b happy that i acc posted this hehehe

word count ; 5k ish

black fem reader (still all can read)

lollipopliccer’s love letter ❦ … hiiiii lollipops 🪷 i just wanted to say thank u sm for the love on my debut fic i rlly appreciated it. i’m rlly excited for y’all to read this new one EEEEE. this one was also long as helllll (¬_¬), shit has just been ridiculous in my life rn so sorry abt the delay, i don’t even know y it took me this long just to write 5k ugh anywayyy. i’m excited, cus i always eat up geto tattoo artist head-cannons, mmmm they’re just so mm mm mm tasty. anyway this is my first time writing some angst, i usually stay clear away from any typa angst, i’ve already got enough of that in my life plss haahaa, i don’t even know what possessed me to dip my toe in it, but don’t worry it’s very light. okayy enough of the babble, pls enjoy my fic, and i’d appreciate all ur interaction, reposts, comments, feedback blah blah… mwah mwah mwah ( ੭ ˘ ³˘)੭‎°｡⋆♡‧₊˚

'i'm so excitteedddd' you squeal, as your best friend nobara parks her car, beside the tattoo parlor. you both had been planning your tattoos together for a few weeks now settling on the most beautiful matching heart design on both your bikini lines, whilst individually having unique patterns going through the (tatted) hearts.

"you better not fucking scream when you're actually under the gun" nobara chastises laughing.

"fuck you bitch, you already know i'm bad like that, not even gonna flinch" you taunt, as you both get out of her car.

you decided on wearing a fitted, short black dress, that accentuated your curves and hips but would also be easily manoeuvrable for your tattoo placement. shoko Ieiri your tattoo artist made sure you were comfortable with your design and placement.

underneath your dress, you wore bikini bottoms with side ties, for the same reasons as the dress - paired with some white trainers with pink embellishments. you complete your outfit with jewellery. including your pandora bracelet with silver and pink charms, a necklace, and stud earrings.

you both walk into the parlour, it's decorated all over its dark blue walls with a myriad of paintings, sketches, and different artworks. nobara leads you to the front desk as she had booked the appointment. you're greeted by a raven-haired girl with a short pixie cut.

"hey, are you guys here for your appointment?" she asks, as you notice her name tag- 'maki', and her tattoos and scars peeking through her top.

"yeah, um we had an appointment for 6:30 pm" nobara states, you can see her start to blush at maki.

"cool, yeah i'll check that out for you, umm..." maki responds

nobara so obviously interested in maki, decides to flirt, while you absent-mindedly look at the artwork placed across the shop. it's truly captivating, the deep dark hues and colours, so beautifully drawn, depicting what you could only describe as demons. they were more abstract than the stereotypical depiction, but these works somehow gave more meaning and conveyed more torment.

"so how long have you been working here, maki right?" nobara asks

"yeah, i started some months ago."

"that's cool, i love your tats”

“thank you, i um did some of em myself, nobara right?” maki responds getting nobara’s name from the booked appointment slot

“yeah…” nobara smiles shyly

“…are those your sketches up there? nobara asks, pointing to one of the sketches you've been staring at, there's a familiarity to the work displayed. but you can't put your finger on it.

"no um that's actually from another tattoo artist's, geto." maki answers.

you almost freeze, just from the mention of his name "who?!"

"uhh geto suguru, he owns the place, his artwork is all over these walls" maki responds to you.

a shiver runs up your spine "oh..."

"on that note, i'm sorry for the inconvenience girls, but shoko, your tattooist she had to take our other colleague gojo to the hospital- broke his arm doing some dumb shit. so she won't be able to actually give you your tattoo’s today, however we're able to swap her in for geto suguru, he just got back into town and is just as talented"

"shit" nobara turns to you, already knowing the issue from just his name alone, "yn i had no idea omg, i should've checked better, we can leave"

"nah there'll be no need for that, right yn?" you hear his voice. his silky deep voice, it always had that raspy quality that made your knees go weak. another shiver runs down your spine. you whip around.

"why tf are you here?" you sneer.

"uhh i work here…" he answers deadpan.

you turn back around, after giving him a lethal sneer, "hey um maki is there any other artist today?"

"no, i'm sorry, everyone else is booked." she apologises

"and anyway, it'll be a hassle for you guys if you were to reschedule," geto states

you simply stare at nobara refusing to even glance at him.

"come on yn" geto insists gently, leaning closer to you. your back to him. your name on his lips has you reeling, how softly he calls to you, like no other.

nobara waits for what you want to do, and if you're comfortable being tattooed by your ex in such an intimate area?

"let's get this done", you tell nobara, you turn around to face geto who has that enticing smirk.

as you follow him to his workspace, nobara hangs back reassured that you're comfortable being with your ex. you get the chance to truly take him in since last you saw him. his tattoo’s have grown, as he's painted a whole-sleeved dragon across his left arm, slithering out of his tight-fitted black t. your eyes roam all over his body, soaking in his confident stride, his height, taller than you remember. the way he ties part of his black, luscious hair in the bun is similar but different from the way you remember, leaving the rest of his hair to hang past his shoulders. but his right-hand tattoo is as you remember. a rose’s stem covered in thorns, wrapped around his hand, you can't help but still have your heart swell from that.

as he opens the door for you, you strut past him in silence, he of course responds with an eye roll to your petulance. his workspace is decorated with more of his works, some unfinished, yet so mesmerising you can't look away from them, they seem to depict a greater depth, too intimate for the outer world. the deep hues of dark royal blues, blacks, and green meld together, casting an otherworldly aura. the demons here have this eerie elegance, their features subtly tormenting, evoking such sorrows.

"if you're not comfortable with me tattooing you, we don't have to, i will let you reschedule free of charge-" "i know." you state, without hesitation. and with that, the silence returns as geto smiles slightly, he then grabs his equipment, lining them up, his needle gun, ink, etc.

"why did you insist on me not rescheduling then?" you taunt

"i wouldn't say i instisted" geto defends.

"mmm really? cus i'd even say you implored" you smirk. seeing you smile… he wonders how he could’ve forgotten how magnetic it is.

"i just wanted to see you…”

a pause.

"you broke up with me." you interrupt coldly, both of you are reminded of your separation...

… you begged him to stay. the pain you felt completely consumed you, leaving you empty…

geto holds your gaze. your eyes filled with anger, but also longing. you try to conceal your feelings by turning around.

"yn..." he calls out to you, but you ignore him, seemingly too entranced by a random splotch on the wall, while trying to hold it all in "...yn look at me", geto approached.

you turned around slowly. almost stubbornly, you made sure to look him in his eyes, those deep dark orbs that never failed to suck you into a world of intensity and sensitivity. you both hold each other's gaze, so much said between each other, longing, and regret.

"i am sorry yn, i-" in his attempt to express his apology, you immediately stride past to sit on the tattoo bed, too overwhelmed.

"-right so like from a scale of 1-10, 10 being i'm gonna need to b fucking sedated, how painful is this tat going to be" you ramble, trying to divert the conversation.

you ignore his sigh, as he walks to his chair. he then chooses to focus on preparing his equipment, sterilising them, all that shit. "the tattoo shouldn't be that painful, especially as you requested numbing cream."

"cool" you respond curtly, you follow his actions on focusing on the task at hand, and lift up the side of your dress, to expose the side you were getting tatted on.

when geto looks back he sees your pink bikini bottoms with string ties, he looks away trying to keep his composure "just want you to give me an idea where you want your heart and thorns”.

you clear your throat a little, to try and calm your nerves, “um just around here, i trust your um artistic inclinations. have some freedom with it, i know its kinda simple but i um- the thorns i want them to wrap around, please.”

“of course, yn”

geto trying his best to make this experience as comfortable as possible begins applying the numbing cream. he looks you in your eyes, to see if there were any remaining apprehensions, finding none, the gun comes to life.

“you tell me how you’re feeling throughout this process, if anything feels off with what i am doing, you tell me, do you understand?” geto instructs, his firmness, and apprehension to cause you any unnecessary harm stirs things in you. things you’ve tried repressing, tried to move on from, evidently unsuccessfully.

you nod in response adding a “yes”. and so begins the process, as geto brings needle to skin, his art begins to mark you. the initial twitch of pain you feel is subdued by the numbing cream generously applied. although you can’t help the slight yelp that falls from your lips, which geto catches onto and immediately soothes “shhh it’s okay, the cream will kick in soon won’t feel a thing hun”. his words soothe you, as they always used to, leading you to simply whimper in slight pain. you can’t help but look at him, at how he’s completely focused on your brown skin, that he marks by his hands.

…

as the hours go on, you slowly see geto’s work, his art come together, the red hues of the heart mixing together with slight pinks but also contrasted shades of black, to provide it with such depth, teasing the later depictions of darkness the thorns will add. you are in complete awe of this man, of his work, as you watch him work completely zoned in, despite any dull pain mumbling under the numbing cream.

as your focus lays on him- memories, old feelings of pain, sadness, and confusion begin to bubble again, and you blurt…

“why did you leave?”

a pause…

followed by silence… your demand for answers hanging over you both, while he still remains focused on your tattoo, you remain waiting. you know he heard you.

“i found myself in darkness again, yn, but that time it was even more challenging.. my hallucinations, my night terrors all came back, i was in it deep…” he pauses trying to find his words, and you give him that space “… i knew you were there for me, holding me when i woke up screaming. you stood by me…” he paused

“…however i couldn’t let you do that, i couldn’t bring you there with me. not when i couldn’t wear a heartfelt smile in this world. i needed to find myself again, my purpose. and i know the way i left you, was cold, and confusing, and i am truly sorry, but i had to do it for myself.” as you listen attentively, watching him intently, he slowly gazes at you, pausing his work. your eyes meet with such intensity, such ache, and you start welling up, finally understanding everything, no longer being left with nothing but a cold departure.

“i’m sorry- m’so- ‘m so so sorry geto” tears cascade down your face, geto is quick to wipe them away, softly holding your precious face.

“sshh, ssh baby, don’t be silly mmm, you did nothing wrong, and i’ve been doing better. so much better. finding new channels to express how i feel, what i see.” referring to the intricate art that decorated his walls.

you sniffle, you feel so guilty and ashamed, for the resentment you harboured against him when he was out there trying to fight his way out of such a dark mental space. “they’re beautiful.” you sniffle

“not a day goes by that i don’t think about you, that i don’t regret the way i left. i would’ve come back but i thought you would move on...”

“i didn’t.” you respond

“neither did i.”

with your admissions to one another, a comforting silence fell, filling the room with sweet serenity, and you both found yourselves tethered together once again, holding each other’s gaze, filled with yearning.

you were the first to break, averting your gaze, feeling like it was the first time meeting, how your butterflies bloomed and fluttered, riddled with carnal hunger for him. the paradox of your feelings for him always consumed you, almost driving you mad, only geto could set you so ablaze.

the needle resumed its course, mechanically piercing your skin. both your attentions returned to their original positions.

the only difference being the shift in the atmosphere, the reignition of your feelings for one another, but this time at a tenfold from the time spent apart, wanting no other.

“ahh it’s getting a little sore geto” you whine in slight pain

“sorry yn, we’re moving onto the thorns now, we’ll soon be done, why don’t you take a look at it for me, tell if you don’t like anything?”

as he wipes over the completed heart, filled with colours and dimensions, so deep and beautiful, truly depicting more than you could imagine, it’s medium-sized maintaining a slight cuteness to the art, but still depicts chaos within, which geto clearly understood about you, and so was best to depict it.

“i love it.” you squeal, looking into his eyes, as he looks for reassurance from you. his vibrant smile brightens his face, you hadn’t seen it in so long, and it warmed you.

“good, we’re going to move to the thorns, wrapped down your thigh, why don’t you tell me about your choice of thrones?” geto asked so he could understand your thought process behind the tattoo.

you were apprehensive to reveal your thorns, largely from a place of embarrassment. you didn’t want to show how much he had affected you, and still did, but you did not want to lie to him especially after, he revealed himself so intimately to you.

the thorns, um, i got them from you…” geto halts at this, looking at you in slight confusion “they stemmed from me just wanting to have a piece of you still with me, something that i remembered, that reminded me of you… the thorns, the ones you have on your rose.” in explaining, you feel bold enough to touch the inked rose on his right hand, grazing your fingers over the thorns

suguru can hardly conceal his feelings. “i missed you.” geto states. his dark, sleek eyes told you how he burned for you.

“i missed you too suguru.” you whisper. your feelings flood your body, making you tingly- his intensity holds you in place. you’re both focussed on one another, suguru begins to smile feeling the warmth of your fingers touching him so delicately.

"lets continue your tattoo, i don't wanna fuck it up" suguru states, slowly bringing his hand away from your touch, even though he wanted nothing more than to let you touch him all over. to feel how those pretty acrylics, decorated in bows and charms along his skin, but he didn't want to mess this up, he wanted to tattoo you perfectly.

"okay" you respond, almost dissapointedly. wanting to feel him under your fingertips. you'd settle for now to feel his hands on your thighs, holding them to get his angles right, you were beginning to realise that you wanted more than just to stroke his hand. you want him to mark you all over, with more than just his needle gun.

"you've gotta try and stay still for me yn, i know it hurts, but it'll be over soon" suguru soothed, as his eyes narrowed around the curves of your thighs, the way they flexed and trembled slightly as you whimpered due to the numbed pain.

"okay... can i hold onto you?" you ask. he responds with a nod. you grip his arm, wanting to feel tethered- you don't remember him being so well-built, his biceps feel thick and powerful, almost hard to the touch as he flexes per his movements.

...

you're now a few hours into the tattoo, suguru’s taking his time, to add such beautiful details. the tension between the two of you is palpable, but the air is no longer filled with animosity, but rather intimacy. knowing you though, and how impatient you are suguru already sees it coming when you-

"sug i'm fucking borreeddd" the numbing cream obviously doing its job to reduce the pain to something dismissible, suguru chuckles finding your impatience so familial and adorable.

"it's barely been two hours" suguru forever sassy, remarks, rolling his eyes at ur moodiness. "now stay still, you're messin up my work." suguru states, you huff and bite your tongue, as you don’t want to fuck up his flow, you already know he works best when he’s zoned-in on a task.

you decide to catch up with him, your curiosity building, you've both missed so much from each other's lives. "i like your parlour. i would've bet money you'd turn your art into tattoos, you were too talented to let your art hide in your sketches"

suguru smiles again, "yeah? it was either this or burning down the town", he jokes and makes you both laugh, due to the absurdity. however, you both knew, there was some truth to it, which honestly added to your laughs

"right, of course committing arson, and potential mass murder is an obvious alternative." you sarcastically quip

"what you don't agree, i know you're not much better at keeping your chaos in check," he teases, his eyes locking onto yours.

you feel yourself flush, feeling seen- so you try staying on track to your original plan to catch up with him, "when did you open this place?"

"well actually gojo was the one who invested in my passion"

"that's so sweet"

"yeah, he's a fucking asshole, always all up in my business," he remarks, with a small smile, feigning annoyance. you can feel the fondness behind his words.

you notice how suguru smiles, how he teases, just like he used to, & still has that assertive and confident allure to him, that natural dominance and assuredness in himself, that he almost lost. your conversation with one another continued, bantering off one another. you make each other laugh and snicker and your heart can’t help but swell.

...

your feelings for him set aflame once again. this time with a ferocity you could barely contain. only heightened by the dull pain that he controlled with his needle, marking you so prettily. the assured control suguru had over your body was so seductive, it made places other than your tatted thigh, start to ache, start to ache so badly.

finally, geto lays the finishing touches on your tattoo, clearing up the intricate lines, adding shadings and highlights, and then wiping over the tattoo.

"okay, it's done. you can go check it in the mirror, let me know if you hate it." geto keeping his gaze low somewhat anxious to see your reaction.

as you approach the full-body mirror attached to the opposite wall, you couldn't possibly understand his apprehension because when you lay eyes on your tattoo, you are completely awestruck. you fall completely in love with his markings, the way the thorns pierce through the heart and sliver down your left hip, and thigh, wrapping them gorgeously.

you are lost for words, your lips part with a gasp, and when you bring your eyes up onto suguru through the mirror, you see how he watches you. following from your thighs decorated in his work, marking your body so seductively. then he focuses on how your dress is bunched up on those hips, those hips he’s held, and soothed over for hours today, but his mind wanders... reminiscing about all those times he used to handle and caress all over your plump thighs. how he would mould your body any way he pleased.

he watched as you held the undone ties of your pretty bikini bottoms, it made him salivate. his eyes cast over your dress- the way it hugged your body so exquisitely, propping up your boobs so prettily. the way your butt peaks out of the bunched-up dress, and how your breathing picked up, flustered from his heated gaze.

"i love it sug." you whisper softly.

"yeah?" he smirks. growing bolder, he walks up to you, and you don’t dare avert your eyes from his, through the mirror. you love the way his top hugs his thick muscular shoulders. his broad upper back being so beautifully emphasised, and how his sculpted chest has his nipple piercings teasing through his top. you salivate at his slim waist. ugh he's such a slut. you love the way his body is perfectly decorated in his art, marking his skin; and adorning his arms, and his neck, which is wrapped with a chain, you remember gifting him.

when he reaches you, he has to crouch down, flexing his strong thighs and calves hidden under his baggy bottoms, but you still have to look up at him to maintain eye contact, which he demands with his own. suguru holds the bottom of your thigh just under where the tattoo ends.

"how does it feel?" he whispers into your ear, his sharp gaze still honed on you

you whimper faintly because of the dull sting and ache from the tat

"a little sore sug, but it feels good, i really like it." you say softly while you lean into him, wanting to be wrapped in his body, his warmth.

he smiles at your admission "that's good yn, i'm going to wrap it up now, don't want it getting infected." you love the way he says your name, the way he purrs, your name rolls off his tongue so tenderly.

as he wraps the tattoo you wince, he immediately soothes you, "i've got you baby, it's okay." your body relaxes in response. your eyes never leave each other. as the tension shifts you feel enthralled, wanting him to touch you all over.

"yn, do you want me to play with you?" suguru asks, having that condescending tone that never failed to make you falter. you almost shy away, but he holds your face, bringing his hand up under your chin, his fingers grip your cheeks slightly, making you look directly at him “i want to play with you, i want to help you forgive me baby...” he whispers into your ear. your breath becoming more uneven and flustered from his proximity, that you can practically taste his aroma, how he mixes his scents of minty, smoky notes and cinnamon, woody undertones - it intoxicates you.

“…do you want me to?”

geto waits for your response, not daring to touch you the way he wants, without knowing you’re aching for it. and you want nothing more than that, for him to take care of you how he once did, oh how you wanted to see if he still remembered how to make you cum so blissfully. you nod giving out a soft “please”.

suguru kisses the side of your head, sprinkling kisses down your face making you giggle and fawn, till he reaches your neck and you lose your breath. geto finds the sensitive parts on your neck, making you feel so tingly, it's almost ticklish. you almost forgot how much you loved when suguru kissed and licked across your neck, how he would bite and suckle, leaving you all marked up just how he liked. god he’d go fucking crazy for it too. to hear you whine and pant below him as he licked and sucked. it sent tingles all over your body, straight to your clit. you shuddered under him, leaning onto him- to give him better access to mark you. slowly he grips your hips grinding his bulge into you, he even bends you forward a little so that you can feel him, how hard he is for you- humping into you over your clothed body.

geto held you at an angle arched while both of you stood in front of the mirror so that he could have you grind right back onto his dick that was growing so achingly hard for you. the way he moved your bodies together was so disgustingly sensual, you had to look away moaning as you felt his clothed dick thrust into you, giving you that sensation you so craved. you were whining, you felt so depraved like you hadn’t been touched like this in so long- you just wanted him to rip you the fuck open.

“mmm nah baby look at yourself in the mirror…” he demanded, to which you stubbornly ignored, forcing suguru to grab your face so that you could look at how pathetically you had come undone for him, just from his dry humping. “… i said fucking look at yourself, mmm? you lost your manners baby?” he teases knowing exactly how to fix your attitude. he ends his command by giving your thigh (without the tattoo) a firm slap, making you cry out, you quickly try stifling it, remembering you’re still in his fucking workspace.

“you’re so mean” you whine and pout up at him, which makes him chuckle at you, his smirk unfurling so lewdly.

“i’m going to make it up to you mmm? you’ll let me make you feel good baby? gotta apologise for making my baby upset.” the way he talks to you feigning that concern, his fucking tone, makes you feel weak, and pliant for him. as you move your legs a little wider, and let go of your tied bikini bottoms so they hang down barely concealing a thing. geto watches how strings of your arousal are built up, clinging onto your pretty bottoms. showing him just how wet you are for him and you push your butt into him even more, nodding your head in invitation for him to remedy all the mess he’s made.

as suguru brings his rose-covered hand down to your aching pussy ready to soothe it. once he touches her, feeling your glistening folds, he hisses as his eyes glaze over, and lower so seductively. you see the way his hand flexes and his veins protrude. his long, adept fingers dip further, caressing and rubbing against your hard little clit. he can feel it pulse for him, making you whine as suguru increases the pressure of his fingers on your clit. circling around your throbbing bundle of nerves. his fingers collect the slick past your lips, down to your spasming, weeping hole, and brings them back to your needy nub.

his tight circles, pet your pretty clit so well, turning you into a mewling mess, you can’t help but move against and around his fingers, acting so bratty- but suguru couldn't give a shit, he'll mould you right where he needs you again holding you by your neck and continuing his strokes on that clit regardless of how you whine.

"sug- aaa-" such a petulant whine leaves your supple lips, begging for him to go further into your leaking hole, you needed him to be inside you, having your pussy drool on his pretty, tatted fingers.

"i know baby, you need it don't you? you need me to fuck you open mmm?" suguru whispers in your ear, kissing the outside of your earlobe so delicately, while saying such filthy things. you look at him through the mirror nodding your head so pathetically, and why would he deny you, his baby? nah never...

suguru brings his finger back down to your desperate hole. he eases around your pussy going around the edges of her, only dipping the tip of his finger. you can't take his teasing-

"sugu! stop teasin-" suguru immediately interrupts, plunging his fingers into you, making you gasp. he slipped into your soppy pussy giving off that mind-numbing squelching sound, having your pussy suck his fingers in so snuggly, has you moaning wantonly. the way suguru’s digits fill you, he’s able to add a finger, scissoring two fingers into your weeping cunt, the way he pushes in and curls his fingers to rub against your plush walls it has you mewling. as you feel him find and rub against that spot, that perfect spongey spot so easily, your eyes roll back. suguru was losing his mind, he rasped a soft moan right into your ear, he loved watching you buck on his fingers, the way you moaned and struggled to take him, it made him itch and drool to have you.

his fingers in your pussy stroking and pumping into your soft, wet pussy. his hand around your neck holding your face up to keep your eyes on everything he was doing. his deep, velvety voice right by your ear, whispering, and moaning sweet nothings. you were losing your fucking mind, you almost couldn't handle it.

"aaa- nngg, sug- sug!," you moaned shamelessly "f-ohfuck i can't-"

"sshh baby, tf you think you're doing mmm, whining like that in my office?" suguru whispers chastising you. your eyes look up at him, and the way you looked so doe-eyed, so pathetic- barely able to hold in your moans, gripped him.

"you struggling to take it for me baby, want me stop?" geto taunts, but you instantly shake your head needing him all over you.

“no please don’t stop sug”

"you can take what i give you princess?"

"i need you uhahh" you wanted him to have you however he pleased.

the way he moves has you humping and panting, you wine on him trying to get some friction against your slutty little cunt.

your moans grow louder and the pitch of your whines grow higher- you suck on your pretty fingers to try and get yourself quiet, your eyes glazing over as you watch suguru fuck you so good with his fingers and his hard bulge pushing up into you. the way he licks and bites all over your neck leaving a trail of his marks. suguru still never averts his dark eyes from yours. the purple glints in his eyes kind of sparkle in your head. all of it is bringing you right to the edge. your eyes roll back, your thighs shake, your knees buckle from the pleasure. so pliant and easy for him to manoeuvre you so he can hold you up and fuck you in just the right angles he needs, that he demands.

“fuckfuckfuc- aahh ohhhh sugie. daddy oh mmynghh” you whine and cry, your head lolling onto his shoulder.

right on the precipice of your orgasm, suguru watches how you get so close to cumming, he’s fucking salivating seeing how you become so undone, how you’ve gone fucking dumb on just his fingers, he can’t help but moan and groan right with you.

“mmm mmfuck, mine. mine.” he purrs, licking all up on you

but all too soon, it comes to a halt, and your orgasm gets snatched away from you. suguru wickedly decides to take his fingers out of you. you almost cry

“wha- no suguru fuck no don’t stop, mmmmnoo” you whine so pathetically gripping his arm, it’s fucking laughable trying to keep his fingers right where you needed them, gripping his sculpted arms so hard. your hands… the size difference makes him smile. no not smile, he’s fucking smirking. that little shit.

“fuck you, SUG HMPH!” you practically stomp your feet, pushing him away as you’re about to walk away, but of course suguru grips you against him, pulling you back so close, you are still as stubborn as ever refusing to look at him, while you’re face to face, which makes him snicker. he isn’t having any of that bullshit tho, he grabs your chin and cheeks squeezing as a warning. he pulls your face up to him again and kisses you on your forehead, the side of your head, and your cheek, and then he ghosts his plump, nude lips over your lips.

“if i decide you don’t get to cum on my fingers, you won’t. i don’t fucking care how close you are.” suguru states, locking his eyes with yours so intensely, while his lips and breath feel so close to your own, you almost feel faint. you want nothing more than for him to just kiss you, you want to feel his lips again, oh how you miss how soft they were, how you loved the taste of his mouth, the taste of the mint with his own unique feel.

suguru’s eyes flutter down to look at your lips so lushly plump and glossed he can’t help but lick his lips. he wants nothing more than to mess up your brown and pink lip combo. to bite, suck and lick all over you.

“tell me you understand.”

“i understand daddy, m’sorry i threw a tantrum, i just wanted to cum on your fingers so bad-”

suguru smiles feeling fucking delighted from your admission

“-can you please kiss me, i promise i’ll behave sugie” you whisper almost whining at the end, you rub your thighs together feeling how you made such a mess for him, as your slick trickles down your thighs.

suguru feeling so pleased with you, groans into your mouth, once your lips touch. he almost forgot how much he missed this. how much he missed you, your lips, those soft lips that melted against his. he loved the way you gasped and whined from your slow kiss, so sensual and intimate. but he knew you were such an impatient brat, his impatient princess.

demanding more, you lace your hands into his hair. you adored his long, luscious hair so much, (that you remember countless times joking about shaving it off at night and turning it into a wig. those playful moments would always have you both bickering and laughing together. it makes your heart swell remembering this).

you begged for more by stroking and tugging at the nape of his hair, making his body tingle, as suguru moaned into your kiss. he licked on your lips to get you to open up for him. he loves the way you whine and moan from frustration and neediness while running your fingers through his hair, it made him lose his fucking mind, so, of course, he had to express that by nipping at your bottom lip. his bite made you whimper and grind up against him but it wasn’t enough. you needed more. you wanted more. but suguru leads the kiss to hold that slow, deep and sensual pace, having your tongues dance together, lick against each other unhurried. which was mind-blowing but also so frustrating you wanted to just devour him, you couldn't get enough.

you moaned into his mouth as suguru sucked on your bottom lip, and then went back to your tongue, licking against each other. he spat in your mouth briefly separating your mouths from one another, and immediately resuming the kiss. at this, you snapped. whining wantonly, you gripped onto him and stubbornly clambered onto him so your legs wrapped around his waist. suguru was easily able to carry you. you were determined to make him fuck you.

“daddy” you whisper, opening your eyes to pout up at him.

“yes baby?” suguru answers, giving little kisses along your chin down to your neck. sucking onto your sensitive neck areas, he knew just the right spots to make you lose your fucking mind.

“i want you to fuck me…” you say grinding down onto the bulge you could feel through his sweats. you were sure you could feel a wet spot on them, but you weren’t quite sure of the culprit, as your wet pussy dragged and humped on his dick print leaking with pre-cum. you could feel his throbbing dick just aching to be inside you, pumping you full of his cum. suguru hissed from the feeling of your mess teasing his aching cock.

“… please baby, please fuck me again, i said i’d be good” you whined, moving closer to his ears so only he could hear how desperate you were for him. suguru moans, his voice breaks and rasps a little from you grinding on him and circling over his dick.

suguru fucking snaps, he closes his eyes while his mouth slightly hangs open, just taking in how your hips wined on him while he carried you.

he then cupped your face to him, “you’re such a fucking brat.” he moans, holding your face and caressing your throat, he watches how your breathing picks up, as you get so flustered. he brings you close, kissing you on your forearm, bringing his hand around your neck. then he carries you to his tattoo bed.

“i am not going to fuck you yn-.”

“-but su!” you begin to whine interrupting him

“be quiet.” suguru reprimands, gripping your neck just a little tighter after placing you to sit on the edge of the seat “i’m not gonna fuck you on my dick. when i have you like that, it’s gonna be on my bed, where i can have you screaming on it without any fucking interruptions. do whatever the fuck i wanna do without you getting all shy on me tryna muffle those pretty moans from me mmm, you understand baby?”

“yeah daddy” you answer feeling so giddy and light with him

“there’s my princess,” he smirks, “you’re really that fucking needy, want my dick here, right where my colleagues are downstairs mmm?” he says before kissing you again. “good girl” he praises while lifting off your dress and quickly bringing his lips back onto yours. slowly he brings you to lay back. he gets in between your thighs lifting one up over his shoulder while letting your tatted thigh rest over the edge of the bed. from this angle he could see your pretty glistening pussy, clenching around nothing.

“lay back baby.” he instructs, he sees how you wait in anticipation for him laying back on the bed.

he crouches down, kneeling in front of your exposed pussy, your slick brown lips he’s completely hypnotised by, they glisten from your wetness. you grow a little shy, you weren’t prepared to be eaten out today (૮꒰⸝⸝> <⸝⸝꒱ა). you bring down your hands to try and cover her up, feeling a little embarrassed.

suguru immediately dismissing your nonsense, and swats your hand away bringing them to instead hold your plush thighs “don’t piss me off today yn, it’s fucking mine.” you almost squeal in response to suguru, he gets so intense sometimes.

suguru is completely enchanted by your scent, the way your hole quivers and weeps for him he has to have a taste. keeping his eyes on you suguru takes the time to separate your folds with his fingers, he licks your swollen nub revelling in the way you gasp and twitch from the sensation, you feel so sensitive from the way his fingers had you shacking.

he then delves in, lapping and sucking on your bud making you writhe and moan from pleasure. the movement of his tongue has such an effect on your pussy, it's marvelling. he takes his time, really getting you sensitive, flattening his tongue on your clit and then straightening it to add pressure, circling perfectly around your bundle of nerves, it makes you gasp and arch your back so prettily

“fuck! sug-daddy aaaahhh” you release a raspy cry, gripping his hair and pulling him into you to, so you can grind on his face, which makes him moan into you, muffling a-

“fuck baby” into your wet pussy, he has to hold your hips down as you begin moving around too much for him to control, so he holds your thigh and places his other arm on your hip, pushing you down, so you stay fucking still for him to play with you properly. suguru brings his tongue down to your leaking hole, thrusting his pointed tongue into your pussy making you mewl and cover your mouth to stop yourself from squealing.

the way you’re panting and moaning, suguru can tell you're going dumb for him, aching to cum all over him. he takes his mouth off of you as your moans get higher. you whine from the absence of his tongue on your needy pussy but he makes up for it by spitting on her, letting his spit slide onto your sensitive cunt. the way his spit glistens and slides down your pussy, he pushes it back into your hole, thrusting his fingers and spit back into you. you react by clutching your thighs together from the sensitivity which makes suguru look at you sharply.

“open.”

you whine, separating your thighs, so he can dip his head back down onto your clit which makes you shudder, bucking your hips into his face. he continues thrusting his fingers into you while his tongue plays and toys with your sore little clit. you can feel everything, it's all so much, your eyes roll back as your mouth hangs open letting out a broken moan while you tug at suguru’s hair.

the way his fingers scissor your folds open, cunt drooling and sucking him in greedily, while he laps and lightly nips on your clit letting his spit drool on you, just for him to suck on your juices. he eats so sloppily it has your eyes watering.

“s’good sug—so fuckin’ good,” hips grinding into the movement of his lengthy fingers, chasing that ecstasy knotting in the pits of your stomach, you’re so close you start seeing white, suguru knows you’re about to cum from the way your fingers tangle and tug at his hair, struggling to either push him closer or away from you. his dark piercing gaze never leaves your face.

“daddy m’gonna cum! shit hah aa sug please lemme cum oh please” you sob, which makes suguru groan into your pussy. feeling the way your hole clenches around his fingers, leaking out so much wetness. the way your hard clit throbs for him, your juices covering, adorning his beautiful face, he looks so pussy drunk. the only thing on his mind is making you cum all over him.

“mmm baby, you gonna cum for me.. that’s my good fucking girl” he says pumping his fingers into you while moving his other hand to circle your clit in tight circles, so he can talk you through your orgasm.

“oh fuck daddy! oh my godnngh” your hands immediately grip suguru’s hands as you squeal and moan wantonly. your body arches and bucks as you dig your nails into him leaving little crescents on his skin. your vision dots, as your body tenses, lips parting into a silent scream as your release flies through you, wetting the tattoo bed. suguru watches your cream flow beneath you, all over his mouth. he pushes your juices back into your leaking hole, drooling at the way your hole squelches.

“there’s my good girl, oh you did so good baby mmmm” he praises lapping at your excess juices spilling down, you’re so fucking sensitive it hurts

“sug-ahh it hurts, fuckk” you whine, purring up at him as you watch suguru’s desire envelop you, you can tell he’s not done with you, but you doubt you could even take anymore.

suguru slithers up to you, kissing and licking up your boobs, making you squirm. when he reaches you he holds your face so gently, mere inches away from you.

“you forgive me baby?” suguru whispers gently stroking his nose against yours, almost purring against you like a cat “mmmm?” he purrs stroking the side of your face and caressing your limp exhausted body. you feel so warm against him, so lewd and yet so protected.

“i forgive you, you’re such an asshole” you giggle feeling a little shy again, only suguru was able to make you shy, and flush so easily. suguru whispers back a thank you and captures your lips into a searing kiss, melting you both together so passionately. you clutch onto the nape of his neck and run your fingers through his hair, earning you a moan, as suguru’s tongue dances with yours sensually. he grips your hips, pulling you against him. you can feel his bulge pulsing for you-

“suguru, aye we’re back! and u’ve got another appointment waiting!” you both hear from downstairs at the reception, shoko calling out to suguru followed by gojo following suit making a ruckus, throwing a tantrum about his arm

“dudeee, where tf r u? i coulda died!” gojo shouts out. you can hear him coming up the stairs to suguru’s office

“mmm fuck suguru, they’re coming up” you gasp up to suguru who still refuses to take notice of them. he smirks, choosing to still feel all up on you

“mmmm don’t care c’mere” suguru states, you roll your eyes

“suguruuu c’mon” you smirk, pushing against him

“ugghh for fucksake” suguru huffs moving off of you, taking your hand and pulling you up to him making you yelp with excitement. you both come to your senses though when you hear gojo’s footsteps up the stairs getting close, both of you scrambling to put your dress back on and get you both presentable.

suguru then holds your chin, so you both look at each other

“what?” you nervously laugh at his intense look

“let me take you out yn? i’ve missed you so much baby” suguru pleads while stroking the side of your cheek with his thumb

“mmmm i dunno sug, dependdss on where you’re gonna take me” you smirk up at him

“let me worry about that baby, i wanna treat you, try and make it up to you” suguru implores and then kisses your forehead just as gojo barges in-

“sUgUruUuu!!”

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Happy By The Poolside

pairing: steve harrington x afab!reader

summary: while they wait for the annual pool party to start, steve knows exactly how to keep his lover happy by the poolside ☼♡

word count: 1,477

warnings: MINORS DNI (18+ CONTENT) oral f!receiving, fingering f!receiving, semi-public sex (sex by the pool), nicknames (baby, sweetheart), edancy appearance because i said so, allusions to steve jerkin it in the bathroom, no pronouns or reader descriptors used other than reader wearing a bikini, color coded speaker tags!

genre: fluffy, established relationship smut ♡

extra notes: did y'all really think i'd let fourth of july go by without slutty 'i <3 swimming' steve?

beta read by: @lcvingprentjss (love u sm)

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it was hot. it was oh so hot. but it wasn't the 80° heat that had you feeling that way. no, what had you feeling that way was a certain brunette boy in big sunglasses and loose-hanging shorts.

you all but stared as steve emerged from the pool, blue swim trunks settled low on his waist, accentuating the trail of hair on his lower belly and the dips of his adonis belt. you practically drooled as he shook out his wet hair, beads of water flying about and landing in various spots on the concrete and your chaise.

he reached for the towel that he'd tossed at the end of the chair, a few loose droplets of of water falling onto your feet as he did so. you'd been happy right where you were, enjoying a magazine as the sun rays beat down on your body, fingers crossed that you'd have a tan after this, not a nasty case of sunburn. steve had been pouting half the morning, trying to get you in the pool with him, but you hadn't budged, saying you were happy by the poolside, waiting until the rest of your friends had arrived for the pool party.

still, even an hour after you'd sat down on the chaise, he wasn't letting up. "baby," he said, somehow managing to make the term sound conspiratorial, "are you sure you don't want to join me?"

you shook your head, putting this month's edition of cosmo to the side and taking off your sunglasses to meet his gaze. "everyone should be here soon. then you'll have plenty of time with me in the pool. it's not like dustin would ever let me miss the annual chicken fight."

he chuckled at your statement, but took your hand in both of his and gave you that look, the one he always gave you when he was determined to get you to do whatever he wanted. "come on, baby. please?" his bottom lip puckered out like a child in a candy store. "just for a few minutes?"

"nope," you answered, putting your sunglasses back on as the sun moved further overhead. "i only have so much time today to start on my tan. besides, they'll be here any minute."

in protest, steve pulled you up from the chair and tugged you toward the pool. "come on, at least dip your toes in."

you supposed you couldn't argue with his compromise. he walked around to the steps, slowly submerging himself in the pool once again, while you sank onto the concrete, dipping your feet into the contrastingly cool water. you chuckled as steve went limber, letting the small waves of water carry him through the pool. "you're missing out," he stated, like it was an absolute fact.

"i'm perfectly fine right here, my little fish," you teased. you kicked your feet softly in the water, watching as tiny ripples floated to join the bigger ones that carried steve. from this new angle, the sun was hidden behind his neighbors' trees, prompting you to place your sunglasses to the side and get a better look at steve: the once dark blue shorts now a beautiful cerulean, just a tad darker than the water he floated on, his normal wavy tufts now a sea of dark curls, the way his skin practically sparkled in the sliver of sunlight that wasn't hidden behind his neighbors' sugar maples. you watched as beads of water slid down his stomach, dragging along every crevice and line of his abs. you'd be lying if you said the sight didn't have you turned on.

steve must've noticed the way you'd been staring, forcing himself upright again and wading through the water toward you. unbeknownst to you, that little red bikini you had on was doing a number on him, his inner monologue and thoughts being driven by his little head at this point. he made his way over to you, placing a delicate kiss on your leg, looking up at you through water-matted eyelashes. "baby," he said, his tone teasing this time.

"hmm?" you hummed in response, afraid your voice would betray you if you said anything more.

his eyes flicked between your eyes and the place where your thighs squeezed together. you needed him, and you both knew it. "you okay?"

you managed to nod, the friction between your legs not at all aiding the want that had taken over your body. "i'm good," you said sheepishly, a blush creeping up your skin.

"are you sure? because," he paused, placing his giant palm on your knee and pulling your legs apart. he smirked at the wet spot he'd unknowingly created on your bathing suit. "you seem like you could use some help over here," he finished, his hand making its way up to your thigh.

the logical part of your brain managed to take over for a moment. "steve, people will be here any minute," you protested, despite the irrationally horny side of your brain that was currently fistfighting the logical side.

"then i'd better be quick," he said, his hands inching toward your bikini bottoms.

he left a space of availability in the air for any more protests you might have. after all, even though you were in a very established relationship, consent was always key. but you made no more argumentative comments, only approving moans and the occasional, "please," as he pulled your bathing suit down.

his lips met your clit with soft licks at first, giving you time to respond with just how hard and fast you needed it. your hands met his hair, tangling in the wet curls as you pulled him closer to you, letting out a soft moan as he suckled your bud.

he pulled your bikini bottoms all the way off, setting them aside on the concrete before meeting your pussy once again. your legs wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him closer to you again. his damp hair settled on the sides of your thighs, sending a shiver up your spine.

his tongue worked itself in heavenly figure eights around your core, while one of his hands met your entrance. he toyed at your hole with his fingertip, waiting for some kind of approval to continue.

you gave him exactly that, letting out a whine that sounded like an attempt to say, "please, stevie," but was nearly incoherent. he slipped one finger inside you, the sensation absolutely intoxicating.

he left a series of open-mouthed kisses on your clit, his digit continuing to bury itself inside you. he moaned at the taste, and the vibration had you inching closer to your release. your fingers curled into his hair while your toes curled into his back as his finger reached that sweet spot deep inside you.

the logical part of your brain took over once more as you spared a quick glance at your watch. "steve, they're gonna be here any second," you said through moans, hands pulling so hard at his hair that you were surprised you hadn't ripped it out yet.

"patience, baby, patience," he reminded you, immediately diving back into your cunt. his finger was accompanied by a second, his thrusts only becoming faster and deeper with every flex of the digits. your eyes had started to roll back and your toes had started to curl even harder. you were close, oh so close, and you both knew it.

the familiar rumble of eddie's truck trumpeted from what sounded like a few houses down. "steeeeve," you let out, ever so close to your orgasm.

his fingers drove impossibly deeper into your cunt, his mouth only parting from you to say, "cum for me, sweetheart."

as if on cue, your orgasm rippled throughout your body, pain and pleasure taking over all of your senses. a moan escaped your lips at the last possible second as the truck turned off outside the fence.

steve left one last open-mouthed kiss on your core before rushing to pull your bottoms back on. "you let them in while i go, uh, fix something in the bathroom."

you giggled, watching as steve padded toward the back door. surprisingly, you managed to compose yourself between the fifteen feet that lied between the pool and the gate, a smile making its way onto your lips as you let your friends in. "hey, guys," you greeted, moving to let the trio in.

mike entered first, while eddie and nancy stepped in behind him, eddie's arm tossed around his girl's shoulders. "you okay?" nancy asked, seemingly having noticed your wobbly legs.

"i'm fine," you answered. "just stood up a little too fast. got a little lightheaded."

steve chuckled as he closed the glass door behind him, making his way inside the house and heading toward the bathroom. if you thought that was lightheaded, just you wait until the after party…

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Something About a Birthmark

[ A/N ] - this is the first fic that I have written for Harry I decided to make a new blog to share content on and I’m hoping you all enjoy it. I have lots of ideas, but don’t hesitate to talk to me :) the reader in this blurb is suggested to be black, but I left it pretty vague, so anyone can follow along and enjoy!

EDIT! part 2 is here "From Birthmarks to Pancakes"

[ Pairing ] - Harry Styles x Reader!

[ Genre ] - Fluff and slightly suggestive at the end

[ Masterlist ]

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Never could the sunshine look more beautiful than it did when it glistened upon your skin. The sky was clear and the heat was comforting against Harry’s own skin as he sat on the blanket you placed in the grass. You were laying down reading just next to him. The pages flipped in the low wind every so often but you kept a hand on the right side to keep your place. Dark hair covered your neck and went around your shoulders too. Leaning forward Harry lifted the hair away from your face.

“Let me get a good look at you.”

His voice was low as he spoke but you hear him just fine and the words lifted a smile onto your focused face. The grass tucked between the blanket and your bodies shifted around as you giggled. Looking up at Harry through squinting eyes you thought he looked like an angel from down there. His brown curls sat atop his head and his silhouette was illuminated by the sun. Turing to lay on your back you twisted with your head near his lap.

“How am I looking?”

You teased him for his previous statement and smiled cheekily as his hand came to the side of your face. Harry hummed as he looked down at you. Brown skin glowing soft hair and plump lips curved into your cheeks. The necklace he gave you as a gift dancing between your breasts that were covered by the bikini top that you insisted on wearing outside in your back yard. You were so soft to the touch. The shorts you had on exposed your thighs and sat just below your bellybutton. Light brown stretch marks snaked along the sides of the dimpled skin of your belly.

“Perfect darling.” A small smile followed shortly after.

Both you and Harry often wondered what you did to deserve each other. To be so deserving of having a partner who understood what the need to be seen felt like. You didn’t always feel perfect but Harry made sure you knew how he felt about you.

“You know I love you, right?” You always did that. Asked if he knew of your love for him. Harry nodded and leaned forward to place a soft kiss on the corner of your mouth.

“And you know I love you.”

Sappy. The air around the two of you was soaked in emotion. It had to be. You wouldn’t see him for some time again when he returns to tour. You wanted to know what it would be like to love him everyday not just when you both had time. Eventually that time would come and both you and Harry waited for it with baited breath.

The pair of you relished the comforting silence for a while before Harry laid down next to you. He had on shorts that sat low in his hips almost exposing the tattoos on his hips. You watched him before you said anything more. How the muscles of his torso and back stretched and how he flipped onto his back before covering his eyes with one hand and part of his bare chest with the other.

Harry settled back into the blanket and you found a new place on top of him. Legs in either side of his. Your knees brushed against his sides and it ticked him a bit at first.

“We’ll hello again.” Harry chuckled and placed his hands atop your thighs. His head propped up on a bag you carried snacks outside in. Green eyes looked in yours as you began tracing along his inked skin.

“Would you ever get one that reminded you of me?” You hesitated a little before you asked. Harry looked down at his assortment of art and words that adorned his body. He thought perhaps maybe one day he would.

“Yeah..s’pose.” His eyes returned to you sitting on him. He moved his right hand to your hip and his fingers trailed along your side.

“Hard to forget you though.” Your face grew warm at his statement and you smiled at the man beneath you. After a few seconds you noticed his fingers stopped on your birthmark. The skin was darker and near your navel. Splotched in the shape of what looked to be a love heart. Harry loved it. Ever since he saw it the first time he’s placed kisses atop the dark skin.

“Harry, stop staring at it.” You began to feel embarrassed about his inspection of your birthmark.

“m not staring at you, m admiring you.” Harry spoke with confidence. He enjoyed every inch of you especially this one and he wanted you to know that.

“Now I saw you brought some fruit out here.” Harry questioned so you could get your mind off the embarrassment. It seemed to work. You twisted around and picked up a plastic bowl of mixed fruit. Holding it up you picked out a strawberry and held it up to Harry’s face for him to get a bite.

“Mmm mm you first darling.”

It had to be the way you ate them. How your lips formed around the fruit. Parting slightly so the whites of your teeth peeked slightly before sinking into red flesh. The juice being left on your bottom lip and your pink tongue pulling it back into your mouth. It was on the verge of being obscene. And soon Harry would think of other things for your lips to be puckered around. You took the half wren fruit from your lips and placed it back into his. Opening his mouth Harry let you feed it to him. The subtle sweetness reminded him of you and how you tasted. His mind would soon wander to more, succulent places but for now he just wanted to lay here with you as you fed him strawberries.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello! I would like to request a bit nsfw moments with my fav record of ragnarok characters (Poseidon, Beelzebub, Buddha, Thor, Loki, Hades) . How about them going on a beach day with innocent reader but then the reader decided to eat some ice cream and they got excited from it 👀. Meanwhile, readet is still completely oblivious to the fact that their actual seducing them. Thank you ❤️

The grin I had on my face when I read this made me realize how much of a degenerate I am for things like this~ I would also like to say, without spell check, popsicle is a word that I would never spell correctly without it.

-Seeing you in a bikini was a treat itself, especially when you ran towards him after you first changed, oblivious about your breasts nearly spilling out.

-He smiled when you brought him a popsicle back when you went to go and get one, sitting next to him under the cabana he had rented for the two of you to relax and enjoy your treats, after spending the last hour in the water.

-He looked over and bit his popsicle in half, watching you suck on the top of the popsicle, tucking your hair behind you ear with your spare hand, a faint blush on your cheeks as you were a bit warm from the hot sun.

-Poseidon- Was unable to look away from your lips, especially when you started to pull your treat in and out, juice appearing on your lips as you were trying to get it to melt a bit faster. His face turned bright red as you pulled it out, your lips lowering to your hand as some of the juice was starting to melt onto your hand, watching your tongue run across your skin. You glanced over at him, “Your popsicle is melting all over your hand, love.” He was quick to stand and shut the curtains to the cabana, turning on you with a feral look in his eyes, “Better hope you can be quiet, Y/N!” you blinked before you panicked, “Wait why you are horny?!” he gave you no answer, lunging at you.

-Beelzebub- He tried to ignore the pain in his teeth from biting his popsicle, watching your motions of licking up and down the popsicle, wrapping your lips around the tip and sucking it into your mouth slowly. He was quick to stand and shut the cabana before turning on you, quickly approaching and pinning out back onto the lounge chair, making you squeal as you looked up at him, your eyes wide with confusion, “What are you- eek!” your little cry was music to his ears as he was quick to pull your legs apart, pulling you into him so you could feel his hard length behind his shorts, “You’re gonna deal with this, just like that popsicle of yours!” you blinked, not understanding why he was so worked up.

-Buddha- Grinned as he quickly dealt with his popsicle, devouring it quickly before he crawled over on the lounge couch you were sharing, closing the curtains so you were hidden before pulling you into his lips, pecking your cheek softly before moving his lips to your neck. You were licking the tip when he did all this, a bit surprised, “You finished it already?” he chuckled softly, but nodded, “I did, wanted to do it quickly because I found a better treat~” you looked around for this other treat, as he was known for having multiple, “What is it? Is it something spicy?” he leered down at you as you turned back to him, “You could say that~ it starts off sweet, then ends by being spicy.” You squealed as he grabbed your ankles, forcing you to your back before quickly settling between your legs, his head on your belly, a fire in his eyes while you were stammering, “Wait why are you so fired up all of the sudden?!” he grinned, seeing that you didn’t realize it before he chuckled, pulling your thigh up over his shoulder, “Just keep enjoying that treat of yours while I enjoy mine~”

-Thor- Couldn’t help but watch, his eyes wide and throat just a bit tight as he worked on his own treat, not even paying attention that he missed his mouth the first two tries, to finish it off. He was too entranced watching your mouth and head bob up and down, sucking and licking at the popsicle with speed, as you didn’t want it to melt all over you and get you sticky. Thor moved when he finished his own, coming a bit closer after he pulled the curtains shut, fully intent on ruining you, but he wanted to watch a bit more. You flinched as some of the cold juice dripped down onto your bare breast, where the swimsuit wasn’t covering, staining it as you pouted lightly before Thor was quick to have you in his arms, straddling his waist as his mouth was quick to latch onto the juice, sucking hard and you let out a yelp, your back arching as his hands stroked down your back. You gasped as he bucked his hips up, making you feel his hard cock, “What got you so worked up so suddenly?” his eyes met yours before closing, smiling against your breast as he hugged you, seeing you were oblivious to your own allure, “Don’t worry about it, let me enjoy this while you finish your own.”

-Loki- Was quick to leap up and close the curtains to the cabana before returning to you, into your arms, hugging you close as he neglected his own popsicle, “Is it tasty Y/N?” you had the treat in your mouth, as you had been inserting it in and out of your mouth, trying to get it to melt quicker, pulling it out, your lips now a bit swollen as you smiled, “It’s tasty! What about yours.” He nuzzled his nose into your neck, “Absolutely delicious~” you were a bit confused as he was letting it melt all over his hand and you squeaked when the cold juice slipped down and landed on your bare chest and legs, “Oh no~ I’m getting all sticky!” Loki licked his lips, seeing a better treat, “Don’t worry, I got this~” you squeaked as his tongue began to lap at your skin, even areas that didn’t have any juice, making you whine, not understanding why he was so fired up all of the sudden.

-Hades- Swallowed hard, eyes focused on your lapping tongue as you smiled in delight at the delicious and cold treat, a soft hum leaving you before your tongue licked at your finger as some of the juice dripped down onto it. Stood so suddenly that he made you flinch, surprising you as he closed the curtains and turned with a fire in his eyes. You blinked innocently up at him, holding the popsicle between your lips with just your lips. His hands went to his hips, to his trunks, pulling them down just slightly, giving you a show, “I have something you need to fix, my dear.” You looked down and your cheeks turned bright red, seeing him erect as your popsicle fell from your lips, landing between your boobs, making you cry out. Hades had to carry you home that night, as you were unable to walk on your own.

[xxbimbobunnyxx]

I had so much fun with the last one I wrote another prompt for @oneforthemunny summer writing game because this lil blurb came to me and I HADDD to!!

Prompt: 👙- you need a swimsuit. eddie is more than happy to come shopping with you for one. smutty, sweet, fluffy, horny- whatever you want it to be! could be pregnant!reader looking for one if you're feeling domestic lol.

I choose older!Eddie for this one🩷

Contains: Some suggestive sexual themes and language. Gina?? I feel like she should have her own trigger warning😅 Not really angsty, just kinda fluffy and bunny being petty towards Gina lmao. BUT STILL 18+ PLEASE!! Minors/blank or ageless blogs will be blocked.

Eddie wasn’t a mall person, it was too loud, too bright, and there was pretty much always shitty pop music blaring throughout the entire building. So when you asked him to go with you to get a new swimsuit for the beach trip you guys had planned at the end of the week his initial reaction was to say no. But then you sat in his lap and gave him those big puppy dog eyes telling him you’d model them for him. Ultimately the thought of seeing you in not one but several bikinis and the blowjob you bribed him with broke him down.

So now here he was, in the third store you had dragged him to in the last hour, carrying several bags, none of which contained a swimsuit. You had tried on several, and liked them enough but none of them were “the one” according to you. He placed a gentle hand on your shoulder to get your attention “Baby I’m gonna sit down by the dressing room okay? Come show me when you pick some out.” You hummed in response, nodding your head so he knew you heard him.

You were holding up two bikinis that were the same style but in different colors when you heard a voice that was like nails on a chalkboard “Seriously? Do you really think I’d wear THAT? I’m a grown ass woman, not some 20 year old slut.” Cringing, you slowly turned your head to the direction of the voice and there she was. Fucking Gina. Standing on the opposite end of the swimsuit aisle with her husband. He was pointing at a tiny little red bikini, apparently suggesting it to her, when you got an idea. A really petty idea.

You walked over and stood directly next to her, grabbing the swimsuit in question off the wrack. “Wow, this is just PERFECT, don’t you think?” You looked over at her with a look of faux innocence on your face, like she was someone you didn’t even know. She turned her head and her eyes widened before a look of disgust settled on her face. Before she could open her mouth to say anything, you smiled sweetly over her shoulder at her husband “thank you so much for pointing this out, you have great taste” you winked at her before walking over to the dressing room to meet up with Eddie.

“I think I found the one Eds, let me try it on for you” you held it up to him triumphantly before walking into the fitting room to put the swimsuit on. Pettiness aside, it really was the best one you’d tried out of all of them. You walked out of the dressing room confidently, sauntering over to Eddie. “What do you think?” You twirled around in front of him, making sure to stick your ass out extra.

“Whew Bunny, I think you’re right, this is the one.” He let out a little whistle. He wasn’t just saying that because he really wanted to leave either, you looked really fucking sexy. You smirked, noticing Gina glaring over at you from the swimsuit aisle “Thank you babe, I had help picking it out” you sent her a smug smile and a little wave before you walked back into the fitting room to put your clothes back on. He looked behind him, very surprised to see his ex wife quickly averting her eyes to avoid making eye contact with him.

Once you had loaded up in the car Eddie looked over at you “sooo what exactly was that?” He wasn’t mad, amused if anything. “Oh, I overheard Gina tell her husband that swimsuit was for 20 year old sluts. I just wanted to see if she was right.” Eddie couldn’t help it, he started busting up laughing at that. “You never cease to amaze me baby. Now let’s go home, I believe you promised me you’d let me bend you over in that new suit if I went with you.” And he kept that promise, fucking you until your legs shook.

[yourmomsawh0r3]

crossroads chapter 3

javier peña x single mom female reader

The morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Y/N stretched in bed, savoring the rare moment of peace and quiet. She glanced at the clock: 9 AM. Elle had slept in, which was a small miracle. Y/N got up, quickly threw on some comfortable clothes, and headed downstairs to start breakfast.

As she poured pancake batter onto the griddle, she heard the soft patter of little feet. Elle appeared in the doorway, rubbing her eyes and smiling.

“Good morning, sweetie! Did you sleep well?” Y/N asked, flipping a pancake.

“Yes, Mommy. Can I have chocolate chips in my pancake?” Elle asked, her eyes brightening.

“Of course, anything for you,” Y/N said, adding a handful of chocolate chips to the batter.

They ate breakfast together, the kitchen filled with the sound of Elle’s giggles and chatter. Y/N couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment. After breakfast, they decided to enjoy the sunny day by playing outside in their new backyard.

Y/N put on her bikini and put Elle’s floaties on along with sunscreen. Elle, was wearing her colorful swimsuit, she jumped into the pool with a squeal of delight. Y/N settled into a lounge chair, watching her daughter play. The water sparkled in the sunlight, and the sounds of Elle’s laughter filled the air.

Just as Y/N was about to close her eyes and relax, she heard the back door of the house next door open. Javier stepped out onto his porch, catching her eye. He gave her a friendly wave and walked up to the fence dividing their yards.

“How’s your day going?” Javier asked, leaning casually against the fence.

Elle looked up from her play, her eyes widening with excitement. “I’m great! My mommy made me a turkey sandwich, and I ate the whole thing! Oh, and I lost a tooth this morning!” She beamed, showing him the gap where her tooth had been.

Javier chuckled, charmed by her enthusiasm. “Well, isn’t that something? You’re going to put it under your pillow tonight, right? I happen to know the tooth fairy personally, and she said you have to listen to your mom and be a good girl all day for her to come and get your tooth.” He winked at Y/N.

Y/N felt her breath catch in her throat at the wink. She smiled and felt a warmth spread through her.

“Do you want to come over and swim with us?” Y/N asked impulsively, surprising herself.

Javier looked momentarily taken aback but then grinned. “I’d love to.”

Y/N bikini clinging to her body. Javier found himself gawking at her, appreciating her curves and the way the sunlight played on her skin.

“Mommy, look! I’m swimming in the deep end!” Elle called out, making Y/N turn back around in a rush of worry before remembering Elle had her floaties on. She sighed in relief and turned back to Javier.

“I’m going to let Javier in so he can come swim with us,” she told Elle.

Going inside and opening the front door Javier stood before her, shirtless, wearing only his swim trunks. Y/N found herself staring at him now, taking in his muscular build and the confident way he carried himself. She managed to stammer out, “Welcome to my house.”

Javier took in the cozy, welcoming space, filled with Y/N’s personal touches. As she turned to walk back to the pool, his eyes drifted down to her ass, appreciating the way her cheeky bikini bottom showcased her curves.

“Mr. Javi! Can we play mermaids?” Elle called out, snapping him out of his daze.

Javier laughed and agreed, “Sure, sweetheart.” He wasn’t entirely sure what playing mermaids entailed, but he was happy to go along with it.

They spent hours swimming, splashing, and playing in the pool. Y/N and Javier both enjoyed the time together, the initial awkwardness melting away as they laughed and played with Elle. When the sun began to set, Y/N announced it was time to go inside and make dinner.

“Are you guys hungry?” Y/N asked as they dried off.

Both Elle and Javier nodded eagerly. They decided to order takeout and relaxed on the couch while waiting for the food to arrive. Y/N apologized for the mess in the house, toys scattered everywhere and dishes piled in the sink.

“Mr. Javi, can we play dollies?” Elle asked, holding up a doll expectantly.

Javier sat on the floor with her, grabbing a toy horse and making horse sounds. Y/N smiled at the sight of him playing with her daughter, her heart swelling with affection. When the takeout arrived, they all sat down to eat, Elle trying to talk with her mouth full.

“Elle Olivia, don’t talk with your mouth full,” Y/N gently scolded.

“Yes, ma’am,” Elle replied obediently.

After dinner, Javier offered to help clean up, but Y/N insisted he relax. “You’re a guest. Please, stay while I give Elle a bath and put her to bed.”

Javier agreed, watching as Y/N headed upstairs with Elle. He could hear the sound of water running and Elle’s giggles from the bathroom. While they were upstairs, he took the opportunity to tidy up a bit, washing the dishes and picking up the toys.

When Y/N came back downstairs, she found Javier looking at a photo of her and Elle from the delivery room, a tender smile on his face.

Y/N cleared her throat, and Javier turned around. “Javi! You did not clean my house! You sneaky little shit!” She laughed, then added, “Thank you, though. You don’t know how much a small gesture means to me.”

“Wine?” she asked, and he nodded.

They sat on the couch, sipping wine and talking about their lives. Javier asked why she had moved to the town, and Y/N finished her glass, reaching for the bottle to pour another.

“I just recently got a divorce from my abusive ex-husband,” Y/N began, her voice trembling slightly. “It was great in the beginning. We were in love, got married, decided to start a family. But things turned for the worst. He started beating me for forgetting to do something so little. One day, he knocked me out so hard that I was unconscious. Elle was crying for me; she was only two years old. When I finally regained consciousness, I heard him tell Elle that if she didn’t stop crying, he was going to give her something to cry about. That’s when I knew I had to get us out of there. I took his ass to court, won full custody of my daughter, and put a restraining order on him.” She stifled back tears, chuckling softly. “But enough about me. Tell me about your life.”

Javier shared his story about being a DEA agent in Colombia, taking down drug lords, and eventually returning home for a change of pace. They talked for hours, sharing stories and laughing until they noticed the time: 2:30 AM.

Javier apologized for overstaying his welcome, but Y/N shook her head. “No, don’t even say that. You are more than welcome here at any time.”

They stood close by the front door, stepping into each other’s personal spaces. Javier looked down at her, tilting his head slowly, and then their lips met in a passionate kiss. Neither pulled back, and his hands began to wander, eliciting a soft moan from Y/N. Javier pulled back reluctantly.

“I’m sorry, but I want to do this right. Right by the both of you,” Javier said softly.

He kissed her once more, then left, heading home to take a cold shower. Y/N was left too stunned to speak, touching her lips, missing the feeling of his on hers.

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[rafesgoldrings]

thinking real hard about rafe cooking burgers and hot dogs on a grill with his shirt off, reader sitting by the pool with everyone at their 4th of july party and it’s about 5-6pm ish for visual effects.

i’m actually kicking my feet about this

I’m so so sorry i’m just now getting to this! I hope everyone had a good fourth of July (if you guys do anything for it)

So…I think we know where i’m going with this one🤭 trophy wife reader and Rafe hosting their annual 4th of July celebration at their house. You made all the invitations and sent them to all your friends/family a week prior, taking note of everyone who said they’d be there. The day finally came and you were wearing your favorite bikini, you walked outside to wait by the pool once you finished the decorations. It was over the top and extravagant, red, white, and blue themed decor in every possible spot. Even the pool had some decorations, balloons floating lazily around the water as it rippled gently. Everyone started arriving around 5 and Rafe fired up the grill, wearing only his swim trunks that hung low on his hips showing off his abs, and you put on the playlist you’d created. You kept sneaking glances at him while having conversations with your friends, he just looked so good that you couldn’t help it. Couldn’t believe he was all yours and this was really your life.

Once the food was done, everyone sat at the tables you had set out and enjoyed a meal, drinks, dessert, and being able to just relax and have fun after stressing so often at work. After everyone had eaten and the food had time to settle, you’d all hopped into the pool to cool off. Rafe swam up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, softly kissing the side of your neck “Hi baby, you look beautiful. Did an amazing job with everything”. You let out a small giggle and thank him, turning around to face him and give him a kiss while wrapping your arms around his neck.

The speaker you had set out started playing your favorite song and Rafe picked you up and began dancing to the best of his ability with you in the water, laughing as you squealed and squirmed around while everyone watched with smiles. The sun had long set and it was getting late so you decided it was time for fireworks, telling Rafe to get them out of the pool house and get them ready. You’d had them put together so all you had to do was light them and they’d put on a big show, no need to light each individual one so you could watch them together.

Everyone watched in awe as the colorful bursts of light exploded and boomed into the sky, eyes lighting up with each new firework. You and Rafe were sitting on the ground wrapped up in each others arms, his chin resting on the top of your head as you just enjoyed the moment. It felt like a movie, everything just perfect and too good to be true, but this was how life was everyday with him. It always felt like a fairytale and Rafe ensured it stayed that way, sex or no sex.

“I love you, so much” he said softly, pulling away to look into your eyes and give you a kiss. It was random, but the pure domesticity of everything was stirring up his emotions. He never thought he’d end up here, with a beautiful wife, gorgeous home that was equal parts of both you and him, hosting events like this with friends and family that he actually enjoyed, and all of it was due to you giving him a chance.

“I love you baby” you gave him a lazy smile, placing a few more small kisses on his lips and laughing as he pulled you to the ground with him. The both of you on your backs just watching the fireworks go off, wrapped up in each other like nobody was around, the ring on your finger reflecting every color that went off in the night sky and shining so bright, this was the moment you’d dreamt of your whole life and you couldn’t be happier.

[lightwing-s]

can you do more dick + sea? 🌊 please

You watched on as Dick, Wally, Roy and Donna played volleyball on the sand, the sun on its way down on the background of it all painting the perfect end to a perfect day. Those days were rare and few between all the chaos and confusion that was teenage crime fighting, but their rarity made for some of the best days you had experienced beside the team.

“Hey, Yn!” Dick called, breaking you out of your current daydream. “We’re all going for one last swim, are you coming?”

“Erm, I’m fine.” You lied, playing nervously with the strings on your bikini. “I’ll just watch you guys.”

Noticing your fidgeting and knowing you as well as he did, he turned his back to the sea and headed in your way. “Is this about your fear of water?” he asked, crouching down in front of you, standing on your eye level and so fucking close, making sure his face was all you could see.

You tried to hide it, lowering your eyes to your crossed legs, playing with the anklet Dick had tied around your ankles earlier that day, an identical one adorning his own. You were scared of the sea since you could remember, it’s vastness, it’s mysteries frightening you even with Aqualad telling you repeatedly it was all fine, there was nothing to worry about.

Lifting your chin so your eyes could meet again, Dick held your face up, thumb caressing your cheek as he tried one more time. “Please, Yn.” His soft eyes, capable of melting you entirely, boring deep into your own and leaving your mind slightly numb. “It won’t be fun without you.”

And like a puppy, his head bobbed to the side, making it a thousand times harder to say no. “D, I c-can’t…”

“I promise to keep you safe.” he begged, a large smile spreading on his face causing you to be unable to hold your own. “I’ll hold you tight. Please, please, pleeeease.”

“Alright!” you gave in, laughing at his incessant nagging. “Promise?”

And putting his pinky finger in front of you, waiting till yours tangled around it, he said: “Promise. With my own life.”

Getting into the water wasn’t easy, but he held your hand till you arrived where everyone else was. And as promised, once you were all settled, feet hooked on the sand in a desperate attempt to hold yourself together, you felt his arms coming beside you and hugging your lower waist, chin resting on your shoulders as the group joked, sang and had fun all the way till the sun was almost gone from the horizon.

“See,” Dick whispered in your ear, taking your attention away from whatever the hell Wally was going on about. “The sea is not as deadly as it looks.”

Leaving a kiss on your exposed shoulder, you tried not to give away the shivers running down your body, praying the strong winds were an excuse enough for him not to grow suspicious.

“I guess it's fine.” He laughed at your defensiveness, placing another kiss on the same spot before you felt his wet hair hit the skin on your cheek, head resting there till everyone found it was time to go back home.

He intertwined your fingers together, leading you out, the group going further ahead of you two. “Hey, Yn?” he called again.

You only hummed in response. “There was something… I’ve been wanting to do it all day, you know.” He continued, shyly looking away from you.

“What is it?” you questioned, innocently aware of him cracking his knuckles nervously. 

Stopping suddenly, he turned back to you and you finally could see the nervousness in his eyes. “Promise me you won’t be mad at me?”

“Why would I be mad at you?” you questioned again, not understanding where it was all going.

“Because what I’m about to do can change… well everything.”

“For good or for bad?”

“That’s up to you to decide.”

As he desperately tried to avoid your eyes, you somehow managed to trap them on yours. His growing pink cheeks a mix of sunkissed and shyness. His shoulders, that grew larger by the days, matching the redness on his face, an evidence of the day spent under the strong summer sun 

“Do it.” you whispered, ignoring the audience forming on the shore.

And leaning in, so slow you could’ve sworn he must have stopped the time, Dick’s lips met yours for a salty, yet so sweet, kiss. His hands holding your neck as yours rushed to his sides, pulling him closer, a hunger for his warmth you didn’t know you were holding in.

“Fucking finally!” you heard Wally scream, as whistles and laughter flooded your ear. You planted your face in Dick’s chest, hiding away, or at least trying to, from your little audience, as his arms wrapped tightly around you.

“Just ignore them,” he said. “Just focus on me.”

[trashbag-baby666]

Kiss Goodnight-Bradley Bradshaw.

Summary: My oneshot for the Love Is In The Air event 🫶🏻. Bradley couldn’t imagine his life any other way without you.

WC: 2,277.

C/W: Arguing and implied sex.

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Additional Notes: Link To Song Kiss Goodnight by IDKHow But They Found Me.

~No, I don't care

About anything at all

But I still stop and stare

Every time that you call~

Bradley literally couldn't believe he lived a life without you before he met you. Because as soon as he met you as you worked a far too long shift at the Hard Deck.

You assumed he probably would just be a misogynistic pig like most the other men who came in here.

Your long hair in a messy manor held up in a claw clip. As you bustled around the bar.

Bradley waited patiently for it to be settled down, he also needed to brave himself up a bit. You were utterly the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen.

You smiled and were nice to the people who even gave you a bit of an attitude for being busy. Your denim jean shorts clung to your hips and your tie dye Hard Deck shirt tucked in.

"What can I get ya?" You walked over taking a deep breathe as you leaned against the bar.

"Whatever is on tap is fine," Bradley shrugged taking his wallet out of his pocket.

"Navy huh?" You handed him the glass full of the golden liquid.

"Oh, uh yeah. Naval Aviator." Bradley hummed as he saw you glance at his military ID.

"Nice, place gets filled with plenty of you guys." You sighed finally getting a break as it slowed down. You took the cash from Bradley putting it in the register drawer.

You and Bradley would talk the rest of the night. He was swooning for you hard, his cheeks bright red.

You agreed to go on a date by the time everyone had filed out for the night.

~ See, I know that girls like you

They don't come with guarantees

So if you've got to spend your time

Oh, won't you spend it with me?~

Bradley had found out you were literally the most wonderful person he'd ever met.

Always putting everyone before yourself, not always a good quality but you knew how to handle it.

You guys found spending time on the beach was both a favorite of yours when it came to dates.

You'd set up two lounge chairs for the both of you, big sunglasses perched on your nose, a sundress covering your red bikini Bradley loved so much.

You'd wait for him to come from work to your house on the beach. You'd be sitting on the lounger reading your book. He'd come out the back door in his board shorts and his open Hawaiian shirt. You'd turn and tilt your sunglasses down. Oh, and Bradley would swoon hard. He was falling head over heals he could feel himself tumbling down for you.

Anytime either of you had off of work you'd hang out on the beach, play the piano at the Hard Deck, drink together, you met his friends and would come play Dog Fight football with them.

There wasn't anyone in the entire world he'd rather spend his time with than you.

~I hope we kiss goodnight

It might just end my life

But if you think that it's right, right, right

I hope we kiss goodnight

I hope we kiss goodnight~

Next thing you knew it was Christmas in San Diego. You didn't have family in the area as you'd moved for fun and fell in love with the place.

Bradley invited you to Christmas with his Uncle who was continently married to Penny.

You were more than happy to go, someone to spend the holidays with. Sure, Penny was your boss but she was your first friend in the area as you got the job being the other bar tender at the Hard Deck the week after you moved.

You sat cuddled next to Bradley in Pennys living room as they shared gifts with each others.

"There's one left and it's for y/n." Mav handed the box to you.

"Thank you," you smiled and saw it was from Bradley, "You didn't have to get me anything!"

"You didn't have to get me anything either and you did." Bradley nudged you, "Now open it."

You unwrapped the small box and opened it. Inside it contained a charm bracelet, there was a plane charm, a B charm then a heart then a charm with the first letter of your name on it.

"Oh my god Bradley." You looked at it, "This is beautiful!"

"You can add more to it!" Bradley smiled as you hugged him tight. You peppered his face and neck in kisses.

"Ew," Amelia giggled and threw a ball of wrapping paper at the two of you. You giggled and set the bracelet on the side table and returned the ball of paper.

"Oh this is on!" Amelia jumped up as all of you guys started throwing paper at each other.

Later that night you and Bradley had gone back to your house. He never really had you over as he was living in a bachelor pad that doubled as his gross military base housing. (IFYKYK).

You and Bradley had just been laying in your bed together.

Sending each other stupid tik toks. You let out a loud yawn and set your phone down.

"I'm going to bed Bradley." You snuggled further into the light grey comforter.

"Goodnight darlin'." Bradley kissed your forehead.

"No give me a real Kiss Goodnight!" You pouted.

Bradley giggled and met his lips with yours.

After a moment you pulled away, "Now Goodnight Bradley."

"Goodnight y/n." You felt so safe in his touch, suddenly you couldn't even imagine a life before Bradley.

~Should you invite me in

To spend the night on the floor?

Oh, please believe I'll be a gentleman

Or you can show me the door~

Things can't stay perfect forever, the arguments began. They were stupid, over petty things. How Bradley put things in the dish washer, how'd you never seemed to get your clothes in your laundry basket.

"Fine! Leave then if you don't like it like this! This is my house anyways!" You yelled at him throwing your hands up in the air.

Bradley just scoffed and grabbed his keys off the kitchen island. You sniffed as the tears fell the moment the door shut.

You were so in love with him and you didn't want to fight with him.

But these stupid things kept getting blown out of proportion for both of you.

It started raining as the sunset, April rain was some of your favorite. But it wasn't as enjoyable without Bradley here to enjoy it with.

Sometimes you'd hope for rain so Top Gun would ground the aviators and Bradley could stay with you.

You guys would open the back deck sliding door and shut the screen. You loved the sound of the rain hitting the back patio, the thunder rolling on the sea, you loved it all so much but you loved him more than anything.

You made yourself dinner and ate alone with some company of tik tok. After cleaning dinner up you sighed to yourself and poured yourself a glass of wine and walked to the living room sitting down. You flipped on the TV and opened Netflix. Then there was a loud bang of thunder and flash of lightning. It lit up everything as if it was the middle of the day. Then on cue the power went out.

You jumped as this all happened over mere seconds. The transformer box probably blew in your neighborhood and the power company would have to come in the morning.

You took a long sip from your wine glass and set it on the coffee table. You got up and began lighting candles. Not long was there a knock at your door.

You rolled your eyes and walked to the door peeking through the window by the door.

Why was Bradley back.

"What?" You assert yourself as you opened the door.

"My power went out, I was wondering if yours did to." Bradley sighed looking down as it was obvious it had. His brown hair covered by a baseball hat.

"Yeah," you breathed out.

"Can I uh. Can I sleep on your couch tonight? It's kind of a little of a drive back to base." Bradley began.

"Yeah, sure." You stepped out of the doorway dismissing yourself back to the living room. Bradley sat on the bench in the mud room and removed his dirtied converse and jacket.

He walked in sitting on the other end of the couch setting his hat on the coffee table.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier. I just. I sometimes just need to vent about my issues instead of taking them out on you." Bradley sighed rubbing his face.

"No I'm sorry for being hard on you sometimes too." You sighed looking over at him.

"I always had a hard time expressing my emotions growing up. With y'know my dad dead and my mom having cancer it was just hard to struggle and stress." He explained.

"No it's okay, I just sometimes get a little too controlling and it's not okay." You got up and sat next to him taking his hand and rubbing it. You knew he had issues with not bottling up his emotions to keep other people happy. Then it resulting in having total blow outs.

You had your own issues, you'd had to take care of your younger siblings growing up. So the stress of everything needing to be clean and done a certain way got to you.

That night you two talked through your issues. You were happy he'd came back and you were able to talk more about everything.

~While all my friends and I

Leaf through the books on your shelves

No, I don't want to spend my life

With anyone else~

Your birthday was coming up, Bradley was at a loss of what to get you. He asked you a few times what you wanted, you insisted he didn't have to get you anything and just his presence was enough.

Bradley didn't buy that for a second he needed to get you something.

Bradley had more or less moved in with you at this point. You were at work and he brought over Hangman, Bob, and Phoenix to kind of help him figure something out.

Phoenix was close with you she knew you loved to read. She didn't know exactly what kind of books you liked but this was perfect.

Phoenix leaned against the white book cases in the living room and looked through them.

Lots of romance, lots of tragedy, lots of classics.

"Get her some books Bradshaw!" Phoenix called from the living room.

"Then you gotta help me," Bradley came from the kitchen.

So Bradley planned out your birthday perfectly as he could. Phoenix helped him pick out a new outfit for you.

Bradley made you coffee and breakfast in bed, suggested his date idea. You had some good morning birthday shower sex. Then he surprised you with said new outfit.

Bradley took you out for coffee and bought you new books at a cute little book store downtown.

You were so happy and excited. He was happy to treat you on what he considered the most important day of the year.

~Why don't we kiss goodnight?

It might just end my life

But I'm pretty sure that it's right, right, right

Why don't we kiss goodnight?

Why don't we kiss goodnight?~

Why don't we kiss goodnight?

It might just end my life

I'm pretty sure that it's right, right, right

Now we can kiss goodnight~

Then it finally came, you and Bradley's many late nights together on the beach watching the sun go down. Bradley felt the little box in his pocket and knew it was almost time.

As both of you stumbled down the beach happy and giddy over just getting to exist together.

You paused for a moment and just looked out as the sun was setting. "I don't know how I got so lucky."

"I don't know how I got lucky," Bradley smiled, "Must've pleased the right gods."

"I'm happy that you were brought to me." You giggled. Bradley knew it was time he reached for the box and got on one knee.

"Y/N Y/L/N...I don't know how we got so lucky to exist in this huge universe at the same time. But I'm so glad we did. I'm so glad I went to the bar that night and had enough courage to ask you out. I couldn't even imagine anyone else that could be as perfect as you are. So will you please, please, please...marry me." Bradley held the box open with one hand your hand in his others.

"Yes," was the only thing you could manage to get out through happy tears. Bradley stood up and picked you up spinning you around. He set you down putting the ring on your finger.

"I love you," Bradley kissed the top of your head.

You guys didn't wait long to get married. Just doing something short and sweet for just your guy's family. It couldn't be more perfect for either of you, it was everything you could ever ask for.

Every night Bradley would kiss you Goodnight and you couldn't imagine it being anyone else. You couldn't imagine living your life anyway else.

Life without Bradley seemed unrealistic and a life not worth living.

He felt the same for you.

~I don't want to spend my life, life

Without your kiss goodnight

Yeah, for the rest of my life, life, life

I need your kiss goodnight

I hope we kiss goodnight~

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Linger

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Sometimes, all Harry and Ginny need to do is linger in the moment together. A post-Hogwarts Harry/Ginny fluff story. For the fabulous deadwoodpecker, I hope your day is as wonderful as you!

Linger

Ginny basked in the sun, settling further into her pool chair as the cruise ship floated atop the waves. Her wet hair clung to her skin but she refused to move the twelve inches for her wand hidden in her bag. It was Harry's turn to entertain their children and her turn to sit poolside and enjoy the warmth for the week they'd have it.

The Potter's had vacationed enough with their children at this point to have a system, trading off so that they each managed to have a bit of a vacation from the vacation. Those years leading up to their system taught Ginny to not waste one second of that precious time.

So her wet hair clung to her back, likely tangled in her bikini tie, and Ginny chose not to care.

She drifted off for a much needed kip.

At some point, strong arms wrapped around her and she curled into Harry's embrace as he shifted them to share the chair.

"The children decided to go with your parents to see some of the game rooms."

"Good." Ginny yawned. "They can keep Dad out of trouble."

"Who's going to keep us out of trouble?" Harry nuzzled the side of her head.

Ginny tilted her head so that she could look up at him. "We have a suite, love."

"Not that I'm not willing." He brought his lips close enough to speak against her. "But I'm rather happy right here."

He pressed a soft kiss against her lips and Ginny melted into him, into the laziness of his pace, into the smell of sunscreen and chlorine and overpriced fizzy drinks.

"Me too."

"Good."

Harry shifted, bringing his hand to cup her cheek, his green eyes holding hers for a long moment before he leant in again. His lips caressed her, slow, savoring, as if he never wanted it to end. Ginny brought her hands to rest against his bare chest, sliding against his skin until her right hand found the beat of his heart, slow as his kiss. Harry's hand drifted from her cheek, meandering against her skin, tracing her, till coming to rest on her hip.

Their kisses slowed, the sun grew warmer, and before Ginny knew it, they both fell asleep.

Their children managed to find them and get them moving so dinner would not be missed. Showered and changed, children fed and currently raiding the dessert buffet with her parents, Ginny leant into Harry's arm around her shoulders.

"This was a good idea." She smiled up at him.

"I think the good idea was bringing both our children and your parents. I'd be far too tense to bring your parents on a Muggle cruise with only the two of us. And letting the kids run loose on their own isn't a good idea just yet. But having the five of them stick together lets me relax."

Ginny nodded, letting her eyes linger on the way his hair was getting a little long, the crinkle of skin around his eye as he smiled down at her, his green eyes shining behind his black rimmed glasses.

She leant into him, her kiss brushing his lips, her eyes fluttering close. Harry pressed forward, deepening the kiss, but not increasing the slow pace that had followed them from the poolside.

"I like you relaxed." She said, speaking each word between the brush of lips and teasing slides of tongue.

"I like you relaxed." His arm around her shoulder pulled closer.

"Ew! Mum! Dad! Gross!"

Ginny sighed and looked over to see their kids returning from the dessert buffet.

"Jamie, it's only kissing." She gave him the glare she'd learned from her mother.

"Doesn't mean you have to do it where I can see it." Jamie huffed and sat down in his seat.

"Where you can see what?" Arthur sat down next to him.

"Mum and Dad being gross." Jamie said around a mouthful of dessert.

"I was kissing my husband." Ginny rolled her eyes at her dad.

Arthur chuckled and winked at her.

"Well, I think I can help with that." He stood and pulled out Molly's chair for her as she helped Al and Lily with their plates. Once the two youngest were settled, Arthur pulled Molly into him and kissed her soundly.

"No!" Jamie cried and covered his eyes. "Not you too, Grandpa!"

"Is he going on about kissing again?" Molly laughed when Arthur released her.

"Seems to think we're scarring him." Ginny nodded.

Molly ruffled Jamie's hair. "One day when you're all grown, you won't mind kissing."

"I wish Teddy had come." Jamie looked back down at his plate, face nearly as red as Ginny's hair.

Ginny laughed, Teddy had already promised Vic he'd spend the Easter hols with her when the Potter's invited him on this cruise, and if things went the way Ginny thought, it would only take a year or so more before Teddy would be kissing a specific blonde haired, blue eyed niece of hers.

"We'll hold off for the sake of your sanity." Harry chuckled and squeezed Ginny's shoulder.

She turned to give him a bit of a pout. She had no intentions of stopping.

Harry kissed her nose.

"You reminded me earlier that we have a suite."

Ginny laughed and rested her forehead against his.

"Yes, I suppose we do."

They entertained their family for a few hours more before leading the children to bed and sending Arthur and Molly to watch the musical playing that evening.

Finally shut in their room, Ginny crossed the massive expanse of their bed to curl around her husband.

"Well, hello." He smiled down at her.

"You owe me kisses, Mr. Potter." She pouted.

Harry laughed. "Really? And how many kisses do I owe you, Mrs. Potter?"

"Well, you fell asleep by the pool."

"After you had already fallen asleep."

"And then you put off kissing me to appease our son."

"Which made the rest of the evening significantly more enjoyable for everyone."

"And the whole time we've been all alone in our room-"

"All five minutes."

"You've yet to resume kissing me."

Harry moved so fast, Ginny didn't see it coming. One minute, she was on her side wrapped around Harry, the next she was on her back with Harry looming above her.

"I don't care for debts." He smirked and slowly brought his lips within a breath of hers. "I think I'll pay you in full, plus a good amount extra."

"Then I'd be in debt to you." Ginny slipped her hands beneath his shirt and slid them along his chest.

"I'll be happy to have you pay me back when I'm done."

He brought his lips to hers in a kiss that stole every ounce of air from Ginny's lungs, and cut off any snarky remark she might have thought of before he claimed her with his kiss.