#lmao he really had to coax that man back into the bed

[doomsdaybby]

OMGOMGOMG I saw a video of a girl talking about the blood vial d20 her boyfriend gifted her, and now I can't get eddie and reader out of my head!! Imagine giving eddie a set of dice for him to find out it's filled with your blood😵‍💫😵‍💫 help me I'm spiralling.

HELP WHERE IS THAT VIDEO?! also sorry if this took a hot second i've been busy in my irl job 🤢 and this initially ended up being a little longer than I had planned so I had to cut and edit lmao. but anyways, enjoy!!

eddie munson x fem!reader. (small cw for sexual suggestion, a teeny weeny bit hot n' heavy at the end, but this is mainly just some cute silly fluff!)

"Why do I need to close my eyes, babe?" Eddie's giggling something pretty, and you're right there with him, a pitched girly lilt that has Eddie's already beaming smile spreading impossibly wider across his pink cheeks.

You're sitting crossed legged propped up by the pillows on Eddie's bed, the worn mattress actually covered with a freshly washed sheet which was a rare occasion. Though, to be fair to him, it was your one year anniversary.

Eddie hadn't shut up about it the whole month prior. Grinning from ear to ear and tucking you close to his side whenever he mentioned it. The Hellfire boys had depleted into eye-rolls and groaned 'oh yeah's and 'how could we forget's. Not to be malicious, they were very pleased for the both of you, though the consistency with no room for anything else in conversation did, eventually, get just slightly irritating.

Though neither of you cared, you were completely and utterly smitten with one another.

He had also meticulously marked it down to the day on his shabby swimsuit model calendar circa 1985, the one that displayed pride of place amongst arrays of polaroids that captured the two of you in eternal besotted stills.

His smile lines captivate his beautiful face, the mattress dipping as you sit beside him. His knees knock with yours as you shuffle across the bed, mirroring his position directly across from him.

"Just.. sit still," the breath of your laugh sweeps over his face, closer than he had initially thought you were. He scrunches his brows in question, guarding himself with his shoulder in a small startle when you lean forward to bestow just one gentle kiss on his exposed skin, right below the curve of his jaw.

You smile against the column of his throat, cheap cologne and long-since smoked cigarettes lingering on his Iron Maiden t-shirt. You could bask in him all day. Eyes still closed, just as you'd asked, you take Eddie's hand with a gentle squeeze. You turn his palm over lovingly in yours, placing the gift in the centre. "Okay, pretty boy," the way you say it has Eddie's heart skipping a beat, coaxing him back to the curve of your lips like a sailor to a siren call. "Open".

Cushioned in his hand sat a custom made D20 dice; a deep ruby red swirls inside in a lava-lamp fashion, the numbers a stunning glittered gold. And to top it off, your initials engraved just above the number 20.

"Babe, I fucking love it!" Eddie's eyes fucking glitter when they open, as rich as hot cocoa, and he's grabbing your face and kissing your nose, lips, forehead and each cheek for good measure. Your eyes are glinting along with him, shimmering with a enamoured warmth and your chest feels full to the brim with swarming butterflies.

"The resin looks so cool" he's rolling the dice in his fingers, swooning and admiring the way the liquid inside shifts in large globules. A kid in a candy store. They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, but the way to your man's heart is through DnD.

"What kind of resin is this? It's really dark" Eddie's holding the dice up to the light, and his confusion makes you melt, in a funny sort of way. The scrunch of his nose, the knitting of his brows, the pout of his bottom lip the cherry on top amongst the curiosity.

"It's not resin, Eds..." you're shy then. Overcome with a gnawing shred of unease, just a taste.

"What the hell is it then?" he's eyeing you strangely, smirk still pride of place, eyes creasing at the corners when they narrow in your direction. "Is it cursed?" he shoves it away from him to hold it at arms length, a mess of feigned theatrics, and you're suddenly laughing again, the same sugary sweet giggle that makes his teeth hurt.

"It's my blood" you're still laughing with him, the lack of sincerity to your tone has Eddie believing you're joking, especially by the way he's now cracking up more than you.

"Okay, but really, what is it?". "My blood," you reiterate, more deadpan and as serious as you can be in the moment. He's rotating it around in his fingers again with much more intent, with what you can only described as almost childlike wonder.

His eyes inspect each side, right from number 1 through 20, delicately swinging his thumb over where your initials are engraved. "You serious?" he asks quieter, head a little dizzy and a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, somewhat shocked disbelief coating his words.

He's quiet when you nod, your heart beginning to beat a little faster. He hates it. He hates you. You've scared him off. This is too much for him. Wait, too much for EDDIE? I'm gonna be sick.

It's when he shifts uncomfortably on the mattress that those fleeting thoughts silence for a moment, and you watch with a hard undisguised stare as he adjusts the front of his sweatpants to lay his forearm there.

"Do you have a boner right now?" you scoff at him after a couple of quiet moments, not to be mean, your tongue feels too big for your mouth and your heart is pumping too loud in your ears with adrenaline. He doesn't answer the question, you already know that he does. Then, without another word, Eddie is swallowing your face in his palms, caging you in as his lips meld to yours. It's fervent, carnal, the way he kisses you. Then comes a delicate brush of fingertips along the column of your throat, pushing away the strands of hair there, and you're hooking your nails into the frizzy curls at the back of his head.

It's quick, crude, and leaves you a little breathless. All tongues and teeth, Eddie's way of saying 'thank you' and 'I love you' without the words coming to any fruition.

He draws back first with a pant, savouring the way your lips chase his. Your head is dizzy, drunk off of him. And you wouldn't dare to waste a moment more once his next words exit.

"Take your clothes off, right now".

[malleusthehammer]

Hi! Can you please do a Qin Shi Huang and Lu Bu with a female s/o that plays the Guzheng/Zither.

Guzheng looks like this, it was made in the Qin dynasty by a general. It’s had 21 strings and you use nails that are made out off plastic, resin, tortoiseshell, or ivory to pluck the strings. The strings are made out of steel strings flat wound with nylon.

This is the song that she plays, it’s a hard song to master too. Feel free to ignore if it is too much, thank you!

DUDE THIS ASK IS SO COOL?! I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG FOR ME TO GET TO IT!! Again, i am a sucker for Qin so he will be written for!!! I hope you enjoy this!!

Qui Shi Huang and Lu Bu with a reader that plays the Guzheng/Zither. Warnings: None! Type: Drabbles!

You didn't play often, you found it a bit extra when you played. Knowing it was such a hard instrument to play, you hated the attention it gave you when you played it. Qin knew this, but he adores it so much when you play. He'll often try and say he had a bad day, or that he needs a stress reliver. And of course, you can't say no to this man. Since he had coaxed you into playing for him, he made sure you both were secluded and comfy.

He plopped down on the shared bed, the pitcher of wine crowding the table next to bed. You set the guzheng up, sitting on the bench that accompanied it. You took a deep breath before popping your fingers and placing them gently on the strings. Your eyes closed as your fingers danced across the strings. The melody filled the spacious room, Qin's fingers tapped along his thigh with it.

Your fingers moved on their own, plucking the strings and sending beautiful music out in the air. Once you had finished, you sighed contently. Soft clapping filled the silence as you turned on the bench to face your husband. His smile was never wider as he clapped. Almost like a proud father, he stood from the bed, holding his arms out to you.

"That was lovely, Dear! You'll play more often for me?"

He gently caressed your hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing it.

Lu Bu never really knew you played. He knew you had hobbies and stuff, but never really paid that close attention. When he would go train for extended periods, you'd stay home and practice. Same when he would watch the legions of people that followed him train. One day he been gone for a while with his horse, so you took the time to set up the guzheng outside. It was a beautiful day afterall.

You had no clue when your husband would be back, his schedule was too erratic in your opinion. But you knew he was safe, that's why you married him in the first place. Well, first it was his personality. The way he held himself so high made you admire him. If he was by himself, you knew no one would even dare to challenge him.

As you finished setting up the instrument, you were quick to sit down in the bright grass Infront of it. You bit your lip and closed your eyes. A strong gust of breath left our lungs as you opened your eyes again. Your fingers pranced over the strings like tiny ballerinas, sending beautiful melodies into the sky. You lost yourself in the music, moving your hands across the instrument delicately.

Little did you know that Lu Bu and his general, Chen Gong were on the way back. Lu Bu was picking his teeth with his pinky and Chen talked on and on about something that the champion didn't care for. The noise of the guzheng reached the ears of the men, a smirk appeared on Lu Bu's face. They approached the yard you were playing in, watching you from afar. The Champion put his hands on his hips, taking a deep breath in with a smile.

"Ahaha! That's my wife/husband right there!"

HJUYGJUYG okay i am SO SO SOS SO sorry for the wait!! i really hope you enjoyed it and thank you for putting some new music in my playlist lmao THE GUZHENG IS SO MAJESTIC I WANNA EAT IT!!!

[atinylittlepain]

Non-Disclosure Agreement

dieter bravo x publicist!reader

something unprofessional keeps them professional.

warnings | 18+ smut and nothing but(t), pegging, a little angst bc i like being sad lmao

a/n | another installment for the Peg that Middle Aged Man Campaign! In case you missed it, @beskarandblasters @wannab-urs @iamasaddie and @jksprincess10 have alllll posted delicious Pascalian pegging fics that you should go check out :) and there's still more to come, my darlings!

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They need this. Pressure released. Life forgotten. Whoever they are outside of this, dissolved at the door. They need this, and both of them are more than willing to provide it for the other.

It keeps him in line, just a touch more compliant, docile. And it keeps her from firing him, if not killing him, when he manages to whip up a new PR disaster for her to swoop in and fix. 

“You just gonna stare at it, or are you gonna get it ready for me?” His eyes are wide, dark brown blown out in lust as he looks up at her from where he’s sitting on the edge of her bed, hair in wild waves in only the way his could be. She had tried many times to get Dieter Bravo into an actual salon chair, but he’s always been too stubborn, too contrarian, and too goddamn paranoid to let anyone but her near “the goods.” But she doesn’t mind it right now, raking her fingers back through it, giving a sharp tug that makes him hiss.

“You know I don’t like to be kept waiting, baby. Are you gonna be good? Or am I gonna have to send you home right now with your dick still hard?” Neck arched from the grip she has in his hair, lips parted, and brow furrowed, it’s how she likes him best.

“Someone’s extra mean tonight. What? Is your husband fucking an intern again?” His eyes glint, lips just crooked in a smile, but she’s quick to wipe it away when she guides her strap into his mouth.

“That’s nice, isn’t it, brat? Give your mouth something better to do than run itself. That’s it, get it nice and wet for me, baby.” He lets out a low moan around her silicone dick, bobbing his head in an obscene rhythm, heat licking up her spine at the sight. 

They have it down to a science by now. He knows what it means when she calls him late at night, that it never has anything to do with a new script she has for him, and everything to do with expecting him at her front door in fifteen minutes, ready to be her human chew toy. And it’s always a rushed drag to tug clothes off and stumble into her bedroom. He’s learned not to ask her to come to his, she’d never go near his coked-out drug cave of a mansion.

“Look so good like this, Dieter. Always look so good when I get you to shut the fuck up for me.” Her biting words coax another groan out of him, the muffled sound getting cut off when she leans down to wrap her hand around his cock, squeezing him at the base before flicking her wrist up, thumb swiping over his leaking slit. 

“How do you want it, baby? Should I take you from behind tonight?” He pops off her strap with a lewd smack, eyes dazed and droopy as he jerkily shakes his head.

“Wanna watch you do it tonight. Wanna see your tits bounce, please.” 

“Well you know how much I like it when you say please. Lay back for me, pretty boy.” With that, he scrambles back onto the bed, legs splayed out, cock flushed and hard, resting on the sweet swell of his belly. And though she calls him it to tease, she has to admit, he really is a very pretty man. She kneels between his legs on the bed, landing a smack to the top of his thigh, eliciting a shaky huff from him.  

“Don’t be difficult, baby. You know this isn’t how I want you. Knees bent, feet flat, want you spread for me, there you go.” She can practically see his cock twitch at her words as he shifts into the position she demands, eyes glued to her as she rubs lube up and down her strap. 

“What do you say if you don’t like something and want me to stop?”

“EGOT.” 

“Good boy, gonna get you ready for me now.”

“Is that–”

“Yeah, paraben free, picked it up at Erewhon just like you requested, you spoiled brat. You gonna say thank you like a good boy?” She holds the bottle of ridiculously expensive, all natural lube aloft in her hand, flashing a smile his way as she waves it side to side. It’s his new thing, he read somewhere that parabens cause cancer and interfere with theta brainwaves, whatever the fuck that means, though it had caused problems for her last week when he refused to let her come anywhere near him with the lube she’s been quite literally using on him for months.

“Really, you should be thanking me, ok? Parabens affect us all.” That earns him another, sharper, smack to his thigh, forcing a grunt from his chest as she does.

“Fine, fine, thank you, boss. Now will you please do that thing with your fingers?” Warming a dollop of lube up between her hands, she curls over him, letting her lips barely drag along the underside of his cock, tongue flickering out over his tip before she takes him into the heat of her mouth, only a few quick passes to get him moaning before she glides a slicked-up palm down his throbbing length. 

“You think you deserve my fingers, Dieter? Really? After you showed up coked-out to that audition last week and I had to clean up your mess again?” She just barely lets her nails graze the leaking head of his cock, making him whimper under her ministrations.

“I– fuck, I’m sorry, ok? Won’t do it again, I swear, just– please, boss, need it bad.” She hums low in her throat, tilting her head at him as she gives his cock another squeeze, his moan cracking in his chest.

“Hmm, I’ll give you what you want. But there’s gonna be some conditions, ok?” She has to stifle a laugh at how rapidly he nods his head.

“If I’m gonna give you what you want, take care of you like you want, you’re gonna have to promise me that from now on, every audition I get you, you’re gonna show up sober, twenty minutes early, lines practiced, and not wearing yesterday’s clothes, you got that?” She emphasizes each point with a pass of her palm over his balls, a light squeeze that sends his eyes rolling back in his head as he frantically nods along to her words.

“Repeat it back to me, Dieter. What’re you gonna do from now on?” She keeps working his cock in her hand, his reply coming out stilted and whiny.

“Sober, e-early, fuck– lines, clean f-fucking clothes, I got it, I promise, please.” She shushes his cry with a pinch to the swell of his belly, finally giving him what he wants and slipping her fingers down to that tight ring of muscle, a slow press that sends him preening at her touch.

“Aw, there it is, feels good, baby? You like my fingers fucking you? You want another one?” He lets out a breathy uh-huh that she’s happy to comply with, slipping another finger in with her first one and finding a slow pump, her other hand lazily stroking his cock, setting his thighs into a weak tremor.

“Fuck, I don’t wanna come like this– wanna get fucked, want you to fuck me.” “I am fucking you, superstar. Gotta use your words if there’s something else you want.” He lets out a petulant groan at her crackling words, throwing his head back in the pillows as she continues to work him over. 

“Want your cock, now, please.” Well, at least he tried to use his manners. He lets out a hiss when she pulls her hands away from him to smear lube over her strap, her eyes set, steeled, on his as she leans over him, one hand planted in the sheets next to his face and the other pressing her fake dick forward, slow and smooth like she knows he wants it.

“So good for me, Dieter. Just relax, baby, I always take good care of you, don’t I?” His eyes roll back when she presses all the way in, her hips stilling between the frame of his shaking thighs. But she doesn’t wait long before arcing her hips back, finding a heady rhythm to fuck him to. It’s perfect power, feeling the way his eyes drag over her body, the sway of her breasts with each thrust, the swirl of her hips when she grinds against that spot that makes him groan, his hands fisted in his hair, having long learned not to touch while she’s working. 

“You do– shit, always take good care of me– so fucking good, boss– feels fucking amazing.” 

He always comes so fast like this, and she can tell he’s already getting there now, his chest flushed pink, moans turning long and ragged. And when she drags her hand down the length of his cock, dipping down to cup his balls, it’s enough to send him right over the edge, his come smearing over his heaving belly. 

“That’s it, superstar. You’re too easy, I swear. Just gotta keep you good and fucked out and you’ll do whatever I want, huh, is that it?” Her teeth nip at the arc of his neck, the hilt of his jaw, lips barely hovering over his as he comes down from his high, though she’s quick to jerk her face away when he tries to lean up for a kiss, giggling at the frustrated crease that settles between his brows. 

“I have something else for you to kiss, baby.” With that, she pulls out of him, shushing his whimpers as she shimmies out of her harness. 

“Aw, do you need to take a break, superstar? Can’t handle it tonight?” It’s the exact thing she needs to say to snap him out of his orgasmic stupor, his head whipping up from the pillows, eyes wide and hands grabbing for her hips. 

“Not a fucking chance, boss. I– you– just fucking– c’mere.” Not without a laugh at his impatient grumbling, she crawls up his body until her thighs are framing his face, scruff tickling the softness of her skin. As with most things, he doesn’t mind his manners, hooking his arms around her thighs and pulling her down hard onto his mouth, the flat of his tongue swiping through her cunt before she can even brace herself. It’s desperate, and almost too sloppy, the way he fucks his tongue into her before dragging her pooling slick up to her clit, his groans sending a shiver through her spine. His fingers press hard into the swell of her ass, holding her steady enough that her hands are free to hold her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers, her head falling back at the added sensation. His tongue is everywhere, finally settling into a heady rhythm of fucking into her as she grinds down on the perfect crook of his nose. She’s not the kind of woman to hold back either, dragging her hips over the heat of his mouth, gasping into the stillness of the room, the sound mingling with his muffled grunts and the slick slide of his smacking lips. 

A yelp looses from her chest when he brings his hand down hard to the curve of her ass and he giggles, a gruff hum into her cunt, the fucking tool. But she’s too close to that tight pull of pleasure snapping to reprimand him now, instead settling her hand in his hair and tugging harshly as she comes with a long whine, her hips spasming in his hold as he laps at her pulsing cunt. Eventually, she has to shove him back by his forehead to get him to stop mouthing at her dripping cunt, tenderly swinging one thigh over him to plop down on the mattress in a heaving slump. 

“Same time next week?” Still catching her breath, she waves her hand dismissively at his smug question.

“Just shut up and come shower with me.” 

Her husband had insisted on a shower the size of her first studio apartment, all clear glass and black marble, what her friends lovingly call the “douchebag shower.” But she doesn’t mind it now, sharing it with Dieter, who always hogs her fancy shampoo, smelling like her for days after. 

“You’ve got an audition on Wednesday, two o’clock, I’ll send you the script in the morning.” He hums at that, dipping his head back under the water.

“What’s the vibe?” 

“Limited series for HBO. Some kind of mystery-thriller-beach-read screenplay. Main character role alongside Nicole Kidman.” He tilts his head back down at that, eyebrows quirking at her. She just smiles.

“You can tell me I’m good once you’ve got the part. And remember our little deal, Bravo. I’m not gonna let you fuck all my hard work up with a few lines of cocaine.” His grin goes a little crooked as he nods, holding out her shampoo for her.

“You wanna do it for me, baby?” He does, slipping behind her and running his sudsed-up fingers through her hair, just a touch rough, how he knows she likes it. 

She gives him a pair of her husband’s boxers, knowing that he won’t even notice they’re gone, and they slip back into bed, limbs warm and sated after a fuck and a shower. It’s the strangest part of this whole arrangement, the way they always end up, tangled around each other in her bed. She only had to ask for him to do it once, and now he does it without her having to say a thing, tucking his arms under her waist and settling into her with his cheek pressed into her sternum, the weight of him pressing her down into the mattress, her mind running slow and easy from his warmth. They need this, and they give it to each other without having to say a thing.

“I want you out of here–”

“Before eight o’clock. Yeah, boss, I got it.” 

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@swiftispunk come get your juice lol

[cherryrogers]

➸ golden

pairing: steve rogers x reader

warnings: smut (no plot), oral (both receiving), fingering, daddy kink, praise kink, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, steve taking Good Care of his girl !!

word count: 3.3k

synopsis: America’s golden boy isn’t so righteous behind closed doors.

a/n: first time posting smut !!! sorry if its cringe and bad LMAO i tried tho <3

“What would the world say,” You ask, sinking to your knees. “If they found out Captain America gets off on being called daddy?”

You’d only said it once that night, when he’d entered his bedroom with tired eyes and a heavy sigh, and of course you were there waiting for him in only one of his shirts and some not-so-modest underwear. ‘Hard day at the office, daddy?’ You’d said, with genuine sincerity, actually, but there was that familiar smirk playing on your lips when it came out of your mouth, one Steve never fails to miss when you feel like being a tease.

‘Something like that’, he’d replied, laying next to you on the bed and pretending to join you in watching whatever you’d put on the TV, but really, he was trying to control the tent forming in his pants. You’d think he was a fucking teenager, nevermind a man who’d been born during the first world war.

And you knew how he’d react, obviously. How his body would react to such a simple thing. And you liked getting on your knees for him, especially after he’d had a long, stressful day, when you were the only one who could provide him any relief.

Your shirt was gone before you even climbed off the bed. 

He doesn’t respond to your teasing, but he smirks, ever so slightly, and it drives you crazy.

He knows what he does to you. He knows, and he loves it. He's addicted to it. To you. To the way your lips wrap around him, the way you look up at him through your lashes, eyes teary as he fucks into your mouth.

You’ve done this a few times now, taken his cock into your mouth and pulled Steve Rogers apart at the seams. But you still like to take your time when doing it, not even to tease him, but because you like going at your own pace. And Steve never stops you from doing so. He watches as you wrap a tentative hand around his shaft, as you let your thumb ghost over his tip a few times before slowly beginning to move your hand back and forth, and he feels like he’s melting to the ground before you even have your mouth on him.

When you’re ready, you bring his cock to rest on your tongue, feeling it twitch impatiently there for a moment before letting your lips encircle the tip. Steve moans lowly, always as if it’s the first time he’s had it like this. Placing your free hand on his hip, you slowly pull him closer, so that your mouth eventually obscures almost his whole length.

It’s a heavenly sight, ironically. Having you on your knees for the wrong reasons, yet it just feels so right. It’s like you were made for him, carefully crafted so that you knew just how to send him over the edge, how to coax heavy breaths from his lips and make his heart ache with only a simple smile from where you were perched on the ground.

“You’re so pretty like this.” He tells you, his voice barely above a whisper but his words clear as day. “So pretty with your mouth on me.”

God. He’d have you weak at the knees if you weren’t already on them.

He pulls out of your mouth after short while, and you blink away the tears in your eyes, staring past his aching cock, right at him. God, he’s beautiful. Steve Rogers is a beautiful man. Well, obviously. Anyone with eyes could tell you that. But they don’t get to see what you see. They don’t get to see him come apart right before their eyes, the beads of sweat that form at his hairline as he grabs your waist and hips you like it’s the last time he’ll get to touch you, The curl of his lips when you call him ‘sir’, call him ‘daddy’. He’s all yours. every inch of him, every spec of his soul. America's golden boy — you know him more than the world knows him, more than he knows himself.

“Get on the bed, sweetheart.”

And so, you get on the bed.

Steve climbs over you, cock tucked back into his boxers but still evidently hard. He kisses you with everything he has, one arm holding himself up, the other next to your chest, his large hand wrapped lightly around your throat.

You whimper into his mouth, unable to stop yourself from bucking your hips against him, coaxing a heavy exhale from him.

“Is this what you want?” He asks you, entrancing blue eyes looking into your dazed ones. You nod lightly, he shakes his head. “Say it clearly, I want you to be sure.”

This, you haven’t done before. Not with Steve, or anyone. But you know this is what you want, body, mind and soul. It’s what you've always wanted, to have your first time be with someone you completely adore. Who you trust with everything you have, who you know will only take good care of you.

And Steve, well, he's besotted with you. He’d jump on top of another grenade for you, just to touch your skin once more, to feel your lips on his for only a second. But that’s only if someone could ever pry you away from him, and Steve prays every night that you’ll only ever wake up in his arms for the rest of your life. To love and lose you would be to love and lose everything.

Your thighs around his waist ground him, pull him back to the present. If you say no, of course, he would let you take the lead. But Steve has never been a follower. It’s just not in his nature. Little does he know there isn’t a single universe where, in this moment, you would ever deny him.

“I want,” You breathe, bringing a hand to his jaw so you can look right at him. “I want you to fuck me. Please.”

He lets out a chuckle, letting his index finger run across your bottom lip. God. “Got such a foul mouth, haven’t you?”

You squirm as the hand on your neck tightens slightly. “You like it, though. You like my foul mouth, don’t you, daddy?”

He takes his hand away entirely without replying, and you’re about to complain when he moves it down, down—

“Steve,” You clasp at his shoulder, feeling a slow rubbing on your clit through your underwear.

His cock is pushing painfully against his boxers. you’re so perfect, so soft and warm, and he’s so fucking hard.

He pulls at the fabric above your core, and you lift your hips, allowing him to pull the underwear down your legs and toss them elsewhere. wet kisses are pressed against your ribcage, your abdomen, your lower stomach—

“Steeeve,” You whine, impossibly aroused by now. “I want—”

“I know,” He speaks against your skin, before looking up at you with darkened eyes. “You gotta be patient, pretty girl.”

You’re about to start whining again, patience not being one of your many qualities, when suddenly you feel a soft pressure against your slit. Lips suck at your clit, and your eyes shut at the sheer pleasure erupting below your stomach. One of your hands goes to Steve's blond locks, your thighs enveloping his head.

You taste as sweet as you look.

Soft moans seep like honey from your lips as his tongue laps at your pussy, and Steve has to stop himself from shoving a hand in his boxers and relieving how hard he is. One of his large arms presses over your stomach, keeping you from squirming. With the other, he brings his hand to your entrance and slowly inserts a long finger, pumping it in and out.

You whimper at the intrusion. Such sweet noises from such a sweet girl,

“S’that alright?” Steve asks, looking up at you. “That feel good?”

You want to laugh at how obvious the answer to his question is. Lazily, you nod. “So good. It always feels good.”

Secretly, Steve marvels at your words. That’s all he wants, to make his girl feel good. “Good.” He mumbles against your clit, before latching his mouth back onto it, his beard tickling your lips.

Part of you wonders where Captain America learned to eat pussy. You can’t imagine it was something he dabbled in during the forties, and you don’t necessarily want to think about any experience he might’ve gained since coming out of the ice. But if there was a woman who taught him how to do this, then you hope she’s doing well. The idea that perhaps Steve is just a natural at the art also seems incredibly plausible, because what isn’t Steve Rogers good at?

“Fuck, Steve,” You cry, feeling a pit form at your core. There were two fingers inside of you now, curling to hit the perfect spot and shooting pleasure throughout your entire body. 

“You can take one more, can’t you, sweetheart?” Steve soothes, prodding a third finger at your entrance, and slowly inserting it after you nod surely at him. Your breaths become heavier as he begins curling three fingers inside of you. “Fuck, that's it. You’re doing so well.”

You whimper at the praise, feeling more and more weak as he hits the right spot over and over. He moves his lips back up, kissing up your stomach and the valley of your breasts until his mouth finds yours again, drinking in your breathy moans.

He could do this all day (really, he could). Listening to you sing songs of pleasure in his ear, feel your bare body underneath his rocking onto his fingers, so slick and warm. And unlike fighting, there’s no negatives to pleasuring you, to taking care of you the way you deserve. In these moments, Steve feels like he's found the reason he woke up decades into the future for. To make love to you. To dedicate every part of himself to making you come apart right under him.

God. What would the world think if they knew this is their Captain America? A man who believes his duty is not to fight for the country, but to fuck his girl so good that she’s in a constant state of euphoria?

Your legs tremble around his waist, and you feel an orgasm beginning to build up in your core. And you know he could make you come again easily, but you’re so desperate for Steve to actually be inside you that you place a hand on his wrist, pausing his movements,

“I want you inside,” You breathe, mildly uncomfortable from the sudden loss of stimulation. “Now.”

Steve stifles a chuckle. “You got somewhere to be, doll?”

“I’m already so wet,” You insist, deciding to put your foul mouth to use some more. You’re not wrong at all; you can feel your slick where it’s dripped from his fingers to his wrist. “I just want your cock. Want you to fuck me proper.”

The playful glint in his eyes fades as you press your body down onto his hand, his fingers still snug inside of you. Usually, he likes to take his time with you. Even if it’s never the full deed, he likes to fuck you slow with his fingers, deny your orgasm until you’re teary and clenching around them. Eat you out until you can’t keep your legs open any longer. But he’d be lying if he said he isn’t dying to feel you around him, really feel you.

“Filthy fuckin’ girl.” He murmurs, making you grin smugly, but your amusement soon goes away when you see Steve pull down his boxers until they’re on the floor, his hard, curved cock coming back into sight, It’s one thing having it in your mouth; it’s another thing when it’s about to be shoved deep inside of you.

He lands kisses on your neck as he strokes himself, pre-cum already trickling down his length. He’s surprised he hasn’t already came just at the thought of having your pussy wrapped around him, but he’s pretty sure he won’t last that long anyway. How could he, when he has you splayed out underneath him? His own angel, all for him.

You moan involuntarily when you feel the head of his cock push against your folds, pressing slightly on your clit.

“I’ll go slow, alright?” Steve assures, and you can’t even protest as he pushes his tip inside of you, knowing already the full length of him is going to split you open easily.

With a tight grip on his broad shoulders, you watch him disappear inside of you until your hips are pressed together. You feel so full. Stuffed with Steve’s cock which just fits so perfectly, like it was made just for you.

You whimper when he carefully begins to drag out of you again, before he pumps himself back in, and you gasp at the pleasure it fires through your body. This. This is what heaven is.

“Oh, Steve.” You keen as he gains a rhythm of rocking in and out of you. Every thrust feels like it could knock you out, as you’re completely overwhelmed with how fucking good it feels. 

The sounds are utterly obscene; the squelching of his cock pushing into you with how aroused you are, the submissive moans and whines falling from your lips, the grunts leaving his own as he reaches a hand down to thumb at your clit again.

“Look at you. You're doing so well,” Steve coos, eyes flickering between where the two of you are joined and your face. Your brows are knitted, your swollen lips forming an O shape as he repeatedly nudges the head of his cock against your sweet spot, so deep. “Takin’ me so well, sweet girl.”

The pressure on your clit certainly doesn’t go unnoticed, and you really hope that the walls of the compound are soundproof (you can’t believe you’ve never asked), because at this point, you’ve lost any ability to keep yourself quiet when you have Steve Rogers’ cock buried deep inside of you. You cry and whimper into his ear, whispering expletives over and over in an attempt to delay the orgasm that’s building up again so very quickly.

“I’m close. Fuck, daddy, I’m gonna come.” You hiss, squeezing your thighs around his waist. He’s going slow like he said he would, but it’s clear his pace has picked up a bit, not being able to help himself with how tight and warm and wet you are. 

“Hold on a bit for me.” Steve replies lowly, though he lifts your left thigh slightly, allowing him to fuck you impossibly deeper than before, and you wonder how the fuck you’re meant to hold on any longer now. 

“But I— oh!” Any attempt at forming a sentence fails as he fastens the circling of his thumb on your clit. He slows down his thrusts again, but they’re much more powerful than before, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

But he’s getting close as well, with every drag of his cock inside your walls, every clench around his thick shaft, he feels himself about to come undone.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You gonna let go for me?” He breathes hotly, continuing to land slow, forceful ruts into your pussy. You nod, weakly but enthusiastically.

It only takes a few moments, a few prods against your sweet spot and swipes across your throbbing clit before you let out the most beautiful sound Steve thinks he’s ever heard, a breathy string of moans and curses as you reach your high and tighten around him. 

“There you go, good girl.” He soothes, letting his thumb move over your clit as you ride through your climax, legs quivering uncontrollably, your bare chest glistening with sweat.

Though you’re completely and utterly fucked out, you notice that he‘s still rock hard inside of you, and you move a hand to his waist, encouraging him to keep moving.

“Keep going, Steve,” You sigh. “Want you to come inside of me,” Your teary eyes flit to his. “Fill me right up, won’t you?”

“Fuck me,” Steve scoffs, but it turns into a grunt of pleasure when he slowly pushes himself in and out of you again, your own juices lathering his cock and making it easier to reach his own high. “That what you want, huh? You wanna be drippin’ with daddy’s cum?”

“Shit. Yeah, yes.” You reply, your cheeks burning at the obscenities you never thought you’d hear from Steve’s mouth. He’s always praised you in bed, but never like this. Never so filthily that it makes you want to get back on your knees and let him finish right in your mouth.

But now, with a final slam into your pussy, he’s coming inside of you, thick strings of hot seed spurting deeply over and over. You think you’d like to get used to the feeling.

A kiss is pressed to the sweaty crown of your head, and Steve waits a moment before he gently pulls himself out of you, a mixture of his and your own spend coating your slit. It should feel filthy, admiring such a scene, but it makes his head dizzy and his heart race proudly, knowing it's the mess that he’d made. A show of how much you love one another, how you need one another. 

You notice he hasn’t fully softened yet, and with an innocent smile, you lift a hand to come to his shaft. He watches you do it without interruption, letting his head fall into the crook of your neck. Pumping him gently, it’s not long before more white strings leave his cock, spurting onto your lower stomach. Steve can’t help but lift his head and moan quietly at the sight of you, marked with his cum. He never knew he could have thoughts like this, but somehow, you have a way of making such foul obscenities seem so endearing, so lovely. 

His softened cock twitches when he’s fully spent, and that’s when you pull your hand back and finally let yourself melt into the bedsheets under you. There’s still a wetness between your legs and Steve’s load on your stomach, but you can’t find it in yourself to care when he’s just fucked you like it’s his last day on Earth.

Steve watches your shutting eyes, the slight wetness under your lower lashes, your swollen lips, the post-fuck glow on your skin. God, how did he get so lucky?

Then, he hears sleepily: “Did I do okay?” 

Granted, you know it was him that did all the work. But you lay there ever so prettily, taking his huge cock like a champ. And Steve didn’t seem to have any problem finishing, so…

With a soft smile, feeling rather fucked out himself, Steve runs his thumb across your jaw. “You were perfect.”

You sigh and lean into his touch, very satisfied with his answer. “I love you. Love when you get so worked up that you have a dirtier mouth than me.”

Steve scoffs. “That’s impossible.” Though he doesn’t quite believe himself.

Then, you speak up again, and he rests his case. “Call me a cockslut next time,” You mumble, turning to press your face into his pillow. “I bet you’d like that.”

You don’t know where that came from; perhaps you’re just drunk on pleasure, on the orgasm that still has your legs tingling and your entire body feeling like jelly. But you’re glad you said it anyway, and glad when Steve doesn’t berate you for being crude (meaning he isn’t opposed to the idea).

He leaves another kiss on your head before getting up to retrieve some towels, though you’ll probably already be asleep by the time he’s back. On the way to the bathroom, he has to laugh to himself.

America’s golden boy wants to call his girl a cockslut in bed. Christ. The list only goes on.

If there’s one thing that’s really golden, so rich and warm, so rare and glistening and pure at heart, it’s you.

His golden girl.

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so i just got this surgery (wisdom tooth removed) and i’m spending my rest by consuming lmk content so… can you do hcs for macaque and wukong taking care of a s/o who is resting because of the surgery and it’s anesthetized on the mouth? they are talking in a funny way because of it and their face is like 🥴 LMAO they can’t really do anything besides resting

Ooooooooo

Yeah this is why when I eventually get my wisdom teeth removed I'm gonna only be with my closest friend lol

Anyways!

Wukong and Macaque taking care of anesthetized SO!

So this is very fun to watch for them

You are babblng all over the place, going from kissing them to refusing to touch them cause they aren't your bfs until they remind you they are

All in all it's very fun

They have had to drag you back to bed so you can rest because you keep getting up to follow them

Eventually they put on a show in your laptop and you're mesmerized, and that's when they start cooking you soup to help you feel better

Wukong is the one giving you all the cuddles and kisses you can ask for

He's basking in this and trust me, he's taking plenty of pics and one is used as his wall paper

Macaque is the one to coax you back to bed and fetching you blankets and stuffies cause let's be honest

Mans can't sit still nor straight

So he's the one cleaning everything and Wukong helps him with the cooking once your occupied

And the faces you make are the most adorable to them

Be prepared to come home one day to a collage of you after surgery, where they are cooing at how cute you look and all that

And your voice is sooooooooo cute

They have lots of videos and quotes of things you said

Which they will use as blackmail 100%

But after everything, you all just lye down and cuddle as you all fall asleep

Which took awhile cause you were still trying to get out of bed until Wukong summoned clones to hold you down for even more cuddles lol

[pomegranateboba]

Hey, Pompom! I know you're not very good with angst, but can I get the ArTw men who were so busy that they forgot MC's birthday? This is more of an angst with a happy ending.

MC was just in their best outfit, waiting for the special surprise from the LI for their birthday. But after waiting for so long and realizing they forgot, MC cried in their bedroom. As they cried, the LI walked in on them crying. And after some apologies and talking, they make up for the missed birthday the next day. That's all, thank you and goodnight! <33

Ohhh shittt that's sad (AND ONE DAY AFTER MY BIRTHDAY TOO) Okay we can do this lmao

When the boys forgot Summoner's birthday

Arcturus

Another banquet was coming up, so he was really busy the whole day

Everyone kept dragging him around to do work, so he didn't even get time to talk to you

You tried to talk to him in those little moments where he wasn't moving around, but he brushed you off and went back to work

He went to go find you when you didn't show up for the banquet that night, and he saw you crying in your room

It suddenly occurred to him what he had forgot, he could have sworn something was bugging him throughout the day

He felt so bad ;(

He immediately ran up to hug you and started apologising profusely

He didn't mean to forget, sorry Summoner :(

You both cuddled for the rest of the night as an apology

He spent the rest of the following day with you, doing whatever you want to compensate for the time you both missed yesterday

He did bring you to the greenhouse to have a small walk, and so that he can show you his plants

Baked a little cake together to share

The 2 of you stayed up again to watch the stars together on the field outside the Neb Aula while Arkcy knitted a little beanie for you

"Happy belated birthday, Summoner. Love you &lt;;3"

Spica

Do I even need to explain, this man is busy 25/8

But today he was particularly busy (isn't he always though?) so he was too caught up in paperwork to talk to you

You did try to text, but he left you on delivered

Well he left everyone on delivered, but it still hurt that he didn't answer you anyways

It was only until he finally picked up his stella tab and checked the messages then he realised

He put down all his work and rushed to the Neb Aula, and to your room, where he found you in tears

Was incredibly guilty for not remembering your birthday

He sat by your side as he apologised, slowly lulling you to sleep, stroking your hair as his gentle voice coaxed you to sleep

He left once you fell asleep, where he rushed back to his office to finish as much work as possible, so that he can have more free time to spend with you tomorrow

Not a single paper was touched the very next day, his beloved Summoner would always come first

He brought you out to a museum, then to do whatever you wanted for the rest of the day

Got you a personalised necklace, and put it on for you

You 2 shared a little cupcake at a cafe

"You never fail to make me happy, Summoner. Happy belated birthday."

Alpheratz

Why would Alpheratz be busy? He literally runs away from responsibility (and Spica)

Unfortunately, this was not one of those days where he would be free enough to lie around

Spica made him compensate for the missed work, so he was too busy to see you

You tried to talk to him, but you couldn't even find him around the school, he was moving around too much

He was on the way to bed when he heard crying from your room

Which was when he realised

He actually felt really bad, had he been neglecting his beloved?

He knocked and went in, apologising and explaining his situation to you

You made him stay and sleep with you, and he willingly did, so you cuddled

He brought you out to shop, letting you get whatever you want

Took you to your favourite restaurant for dinner

He was a little unsure of what to get you, but he got you an oversized sweater from the same shop he buys his own clothes at

"I know this is for you, but I'm really happy too. Happy belated birthday, Summoner."

Pollux

You both normally see each other a lot, since you 2 take pretty much the same classes

But there was a huge project during this period of time for one of your classes, and unfortunately you both weren't partnered

You and your project partner finished up really quickly, but Pollux took a longer time

You tried talking to him, but he always shooed you away, very focused on his own project

His partner gave you an apologetic look, mouthing a 'happy birthday' to you

It was nice that his partner somehow knew and wished you a happy birthday, but the fact that it was them and not Pollux made you sad. Did he forget?

Nearing night, Poll had finally finished up. He immediately ran up to your room, where he found you in tears

His partner had reminded him that it was your birthday, and he felt so bad. How could he had forgotten? He was looking forward to this day as much as, if not more, than you were

He also burst into tears when he saw how sad you were, apologising over and over again for forgetting

Eventually you both (mostly Pollux, he was more sad than you were) calmed down, and you fell asleep in each other's arms

The next day, he brought you out to a fair that was taking place, and you 2 spent the whole day there

He got you a stuffed polar bear that he won from a shooting game, as well as a huge collection of other things you both won from other games, but the polar bear was your favourite

You 2 shared candy from a huge pile that Pollux got from a shop

"Happy belated birthday, Summoner. I promise I won't forget next time!"

Vega

This is where the actual angst begins, the ones above are nothing

Vega would be the last person to ever forget your birthday, there is a 99.9% chance he would remember, because why would he not?

Unfortunately for you both, this was that 0.01%

Vega had came back from a failed mission, which made him extremely salty

He refused to interact with any living being, which included you

You tried talking to him, but he always cut you off, asking you to leave him alone and go away, acting like how you both first met when you first ended up in the boundary

You were extremely hurt by this, you never expected Vega to be so cold to you at this point of time

Eventually you gave up on trying to talk to him, and you went back to your room

In truth, he was extremely bothered by the fact that he had forgotten something, and the failed mission only worsened his mood

He didn't want to look bad in front of you, afraid that you wouldn't like him anymore for messing a mission up, afraid that he was too incompetent to be your protector, to be yours

It was near midnight when he finally remembered what he forgot, and he sprinted to your room, where he found you already asleep, but the tear streaks were evident on your face

Vega's heart clenched at the sight. You had waited for him, even tried to remind him, but all his did was shoo you away

And that night, Vega cried outside your door

How undeserving he was, not to remember the one day that meant so much to you. How could he call himself your best friend, your significant other, if he couldn't even remember something as simple as your birthday?

He went back to his own room, tears streaming down his face. What a terrible person he was, to be so cold to you, even after all you 2 have been through. How could he ever earn your forgiveness for such a horrible act? How could he repent his sins?

The next day, you woke up feeling a little better from yesterday, still sad though, so you went to find Vega

Vega was already awake when you found him waiting at the lobby of the Neb Aula

He brought you to an empty field, where he had prepared a picnic for you (with Arcky's help, he had no idea how to do this on his own)

You both spent the day together at the field, eating the food prepared or simply frolicking around (or you dragging Vega around)

He got you a small music box, its gentle melody had reminded him of your time back in Mid Earthium as kids

"Happy belated birthday Summoner. I love you, and I hope you do too."

Sirius

Sirius is also very unlikely to forget something like this, knowing his personality

But somehow, he did.

He was off doing...actually you didn't know, and neither do I. Whatever shady sorcerers do, I guess

You couldn't find him throughout the day. And he didn't seem to have his stella tab on him, because he wasn't answering your calls. Unless he was ignoring you of course

He hadn't remembered, mostly because he doesn't really celebrate his own birthday

He's been around since Polaris, and after resetting the timelines so many times, altering time so many times, he wasn't even sure how old he was anymore

It was all for you, of course. But he was so focused on his main plan to save you, that he forgot little things here and there. And your birthday was one of those little things

It finally occurred to him what day it was, and he rushed back to Contell immediately, coming into your room through your window, which was conveniently left unlocked for him

It was really late, it wasn't even your birthday day anymore, it was like 2 in the morning of the next day

He found you already asleep, but he could tell you were crying just before this

He sat on an armchair by your bed and as he watched you sleep, Sirius questioned his entire existence

How did he forget that it was your birthday? He should have known, people who aren't sorcerers don't live as long as those chosen by the constellations. Just because he felt that his own birthday wasn't important, doesn't mean that yours wasn't either. In fact, it was all the more even more important

Then he remembered the times you had actually celebrated his birthday with him, as well as other little events he himself didn't even know were things, or simply just hanging around him and going out

No one else he knew did that with him, except Polaris. Which made him love you more. The 2 people whom had cared and loved him so much. He knew he couldn't save Polaris, they had gone too far to be saved. But it wasn't too late for you. And even if he couldn't, the least he could do, is make the time you spent with him the best your ever had

The next day, you found Sirius asleep on the armchair in your room

He took you out (on a date, he doesn't need to shoot you twice.) to a play, one in which he had written the script.

And for the rest of the day, the 2 of you just hung around, and you didn't mind Sirius bringing you around to places you didn't know even existed. But that was what you liked about him, wasn't it?

He brought you back to your room and tucked you in.

He didn't get you anything, claiming that his presence was your present. But you found yourself cuddling a plush of a black dog, with a familiar ribbon tied around its neck when you woke up the next day

The window was left slightly ajar.

"Sweet dreams, Summoner. Happy belated birthday."

Rigel

I'm feeling a little extra today (and I don't want to do linear graphs yet) so here you are @tophatmaker

He is the clan leader of Queen Tet. He swears his own clan is out to drive him insane (they are)

Like Spica, he is consistently busy. And today, Queen Tet was involved in a prank targeted towards Tharaval

He was too busy cleaning up the mess and yelling at his clanmates to remember that it was your birthday

You were shooed away when trying to talk to him

He only realised late at night when he was about to finally go to bed and get some sleep

He went to your room, where he found you sitting on your bed, silent tears streaming down your face

He was very guilty, though you couldn't really read his expression

He made it a point to punish his clan a little harsher for making him forget such an important event (rip Pollux and Sirius)

You couldn't really blame him though, because you knew about the clan-wide prank and understood that Rigel had to clean up his clan's mess

Didn't really make you any less sad that he forgot though

Still, he comforted and explained to you, apologising for forgetting

The next day, he made sure that Queen Tet was running laps around the school under supervision of Spica before bringing you out to walk

He allowed you to go on a shopping spree as an apology, rip his credit card

He took you to a fancy restaurant for dinner, where once again you abused his credit card. He's internally dying, but it's for you, his beloved Summoner. So all is forgiven

Got you a bracelet, one that you had pointed out to him because it had reminded you of him

The 2 of you shared an ice cream sundae together to end the day

"Happy belated birthday, Summoner. I hope you had fun today."

I got carried away for Vega and Sirius, I think there's more angst than happy ending 💀 Ehhhh whatever.

Remember to hydrate yourself and now I have to do linear graphs wish me luck

[bowieandqueen11]

Dating Frenchie Would Include...

Request: Hi, May I please request some headcanons of what dating Frenchie (Our Flag Means Death) would include, please? Thank you so much!! 🖤

Of course my darling, here you go!!

Warning: a little strong language! Also I wrote this at 3 a.m. so it may be unintelligible 🏳️‍🌈

(I do not own OFMD or any of its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @crucifiix.)

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°

Lmao love a bit of fanfiction about Frenchie big fan

You are 100% the only other crew member, or the only other anybody in fact, that Frenchie allows into his room. Far too many times have you been caught sitting side saddled over Frenchie’s lap by Wee John Feeney, stroking the bottom of his beard and giggling as the two of you bump foreheads and continue talking shit about the newly crowned ‘Dizzy Izzy’ (during a rough patch in the storm that had raged earlier that night, he had accidentally tumbled after a large pitch into Lucius’ lap, and by golly was he not letting anyone forget about it.) Wee John just sighs, walking straight back out and letting the door slam shut; the last thing you can hear as you try to stifle your laugh against the side of Frenchie’s neck is him calling you ‘the weirdest eejits’ he’s ever met. Neither of you are really paying attention though: your lips managed to accidentally rub against the tip of Frenchie’s collar bone, one of his more ticklish points, and the man was too busy apologising and trying to give you a hand up after accidentally flinging you to the floor.

After a lot of coaxing, a lot of fake pouting, and a lot of pecking forehead kisses to try and convince him round to the idea, he does eventually get used to the idea of you sleeping over as well! I feel like Frenchie is definitely a ‘leg over you like a mossy log that’s been stuck in a marshy bog for hundreds of years and hasn’t moved an inch in that entire time’ kind of sleeper. Like, the man is so tall that on your single shared bed you’re lying properly on it as the bottom layer, and then Frenchie is playing a game of Tetris with his limbs over you during the night. Usually it ends up with his head dipped down and tucked up all neat and cosy against the side of your cheek, his snores resonating loudly enough through the walls of the ship that they could have invented the foghorn right there and then, and his left leg splayed completely over your midriff.

If you get too uncomfortable and give him a shove he will eventually roll over and curl up like an armadillo so you can spoon him though. That is, if one of you hasn’t managed to shove the other out of the bed first - it’s a common occurrence for Wee John to wake Frenchie up from where he’s half lying under the bed, but even though he’s got aching shoulders from spending half the night rolling about the wood he’s still all smiles and doe eyes at you when he sees you’re awake too. Like a Jack in the box, he pops up over the side of the bed with a smile bright enough to make even the crystal dawn of the sea pale by comparison, and presses a kiss against the tip of your nose before skipping off. He’s so sweet your honour I actually cannot with this man.

Sometimes he likes to talk before the two of you fall asleep. Before he’s splayed out like a starfish, the two of you lie in the cot side by side and just fiddle with each other’s fingers on the pillow. Noses close enough to rub against each other if you dared to move a hare and legs pulled up in a half-sit so they can rest familiarly against each other, Frenchie relishes and relaxes in the knowledge that there’s someone on this ship that will know his story. That there’s someone left in the world that’s even willing to hear it, to care about him, and not just what he can do for them. There’s a poignant wistfulness to the air, to his words, so much so that from time to time he can’t even meet your eye. He still always flashes you that shy, optimistic smile from time to time, but you can see the past in the wrinkles of his face every time he uncomfortably starts to recoil when you press your palm to his cheek.

Not going to lie, he may not be a visual artist to rival the mastery of Lucius, but you can bet your sandy ass that Frenchie has pinned up the walls some doodles he’s drawn of you in his spare time, with parchment that he tore out and ‘borrowed’ from Stede’s diary. When Stede collected the crew on the deck a few days later and had a ‘team meeting’ about why stealing was wrong, Frenchie gave a very convincing shrug and ‘it wasn’t me’ frown when Stede asked who had taken the paper. I mean, he was always bound to find out, and when he did stumble into Frenchie and Wee John’s room the next afternoon to borrow his lute (he was planning to write a song for Blackbeard to convince him he was more of a catch than Calico Jack don’t even ask), he only smiled fondly and shut the door when he spotted what his diary had been used for. (And secretly hoped that Ed wouldn’t find his own doodles of him in said diary lmao.)

Oooh, can you imagine how lovely it would be to stumble through Stede’s secret tunnel and to go sit out by unicorn figurehead with Frenchie?? Just the two of you, feet swinging together through the planks, the swirling pockets of silver dancing over the warm tides and the comforting buzz of Frenchie’s voice as he sings for you. With your head resting on his shoulder, you’re too busy falling into a blissful oblivion to even notice that Frenchie’s stopped picking at the strings of his lute, and has instead set it down at his side. He’s found that a much better use of his time would be staring at you, so obviously, so fondly, so sweetly: as if dewdrops hung from his lips, ready for the northern dawn that only your splendour could bring.

Getting to tie that cute little cravat around his neck before the five of you jump ship to go to that fancy dinner party. Every time you try to loop the end of it back through he chases your fingers (to try and kiss them or bite them, you’re not entirely sure), but it does make the two of you burst out into another fit of giggles.

Although he has quite a sweet disposition, Frenchie is 100% ready to throw hands for you. The whole time he’s trying to crank up Oluwande’s ‘pyramid scheme’, he has one eye on the valuables being handed over and one trained solely on you. If any of the esteemed and highly respectable guests become a little too eager, coltish, agitated, Frenchie is straight on it. Before you can even knock their wig off, he’s grabbed your wrist and pulled you either behind his back or dragged you out to the hull with the sternest expression you’ve ever seen on his face. Either way, he’ll always put himself in the firing line of harm’s way first, if it means protecting you.

The two of you spend about 70% of your time singing together on deck. Frenchie’s jamming along with his lute, and you’re animatedly singing and dancing around him, often roping in Lucius to come do full body jigs or a ridiculing minuet Frenchie’s intensifying sea shanties. Since the three of you were supposed to be finishing Izzy’s order to mop the deck, he’s sitting cross legged on the helm behind your spinning bodies, with enough steam coming out of his crimson ears to drown the sky in thunderclouds.

During crew meetings he’ll just straight up wander in late and just... come up behind you and plop his chin down on top of your head. He won’t listen to a word of what’s going on either: too busy chatting with you, or with Jim, or fiddling with the rings on your fingers, or just trying to figure out if the stain on the ceiling looks more like an orange or a fish. To be honest he didn’t even realise it was a meeting until Stede asked him if he was paying attention - he just saw you and immediately came to seek out your heat (and also your hugs).

His love language is doing and making things with his hands, so instead of doing actual work to help out on the Revenge, he tries to craft for you. He sits by the mast, cross legged, and with his tongue sticking from the corner of his mouth in the uttermost form of concentration. He’s trying to remember how his ma taught him to thread a needle, so desperate to fix up your shirt properly after Spanish Jackie nearly tore the sleeve to shreds during your first meeting at the Republic of Pirates. Of course, you’ll eventually have to free him from where he’s managed to sew his shirt to his jacket (very well, might I add). He smiles all the while, leaning down to gently kiss your knuckles every time they bump up high enough with a new thread of the string to be within his reaching distance.

He likes to steal Wee John’s old hammock - he’s a big fan of having snuggled up naps on deck while Ed and Stede have stopped off at some new island and are busy off smooching on their foliage walks. 

Or, he likes to venture out sometimes too and see someplace new with the love of his life! Usually it’s just some slightly different variation of a beach, but this just allows him ample opportunity to perform his favourite activity: scooping up wet sand and hurling at you in a mock sand-ball fight. The two of you fly across the streaking honey-gold boughs of the winding branches of the strip, Frenchie rolling his trousers up and finally catching up to you between the torn crags and cliff edges. He jumps, flying full sail through the air until he’s knocked both of you to the ground. He tries to be all romantic and pretend he hasn’t just knocked the ever loving wind out of you. He leans over you, crawling his knees up between your thighs and slowly dipping down to kiss you, before getting bashed up the face by a huge tide and falling ass over teakettle backwards in sweet revenge lmao.

[kattythingz]

YJ x FMA Pt. 3

Yeaaaaah, I couldn't resist.

I've already made my bed with this one, man. I might as well commit to the bit lmao. This au has been incredibly self-indulgent so far and I'm honestly digging it.

New folks, the main gist of the au is explained in part 1, so direct all your confusion there first :P

🧡 Pt. 1 💛 Pt. 2 🤍

“Holy fucking shit! Are you serious?!”

Ling could hardly contain his grin when Ed exclaimed in what could only be described as sheer scientific euphoria. Kaldur and Artemis let out similar snorts of amusement behind Ling and M’gann outright giggled as Ed ran up to Ship, the previous rush of getting to their escape point completely forgotten in favor of gawking starry-eyed at the majestic aircraft. His arms hovered back-and-forth with a familiar excitement to reach out and touch, before he inevitably caved.

“Holy shit,” Ed repeated, reverent as he brushed a hand over Ship’s indulgent surface. “I knew it. I’m dreaming. I got shocked one too many times and I passed out—”

Ling really couldn’t help the overflowing bubbling of laughter from his chest. It caught Ed’s shining gaze as he pivoted with one hand kept on Ship, the other flinging to jab at Ling. “Tell me I’m dreaming, Ling! Tell me right now!”

“Dude, how old are you again?” Wally chortled, though not cruelly, Ling noted with approval. He would’ve had words to emphasize with his sword if any one of his friends demeaned Ed’s bliss. “It’s like you’ve never seen an airship before. Ship’s pretty plain-looking as far as those go, you know—”

Ship made a beeping noise of protest, and Ed yelped, turning like he could pinpoint the source. Which, now that Ling thought about it—

“Hold on,” Ed said, lightning-struck, and touched his second hand to Ship again. “Hold on. Is this thing—?”

“Alive?” Ling said amusedly, and Ed whirled on him. “I believe ‘sentient’ is the more accurate term M’gann used, but—”

“Shut up!” Ed beamed, and Great Dragon on Ling’s heart—

He’d missed this sight something awful.

The rest of the team were clearly just as endeared. Especially M’gann, as she beamed right back, saying, “Thank you! Ship says she likes you too.”

“‘Ship’?” Ed said. He startled when Ship opened her hatch suddenly. Gently, though Ed didn’t know it. Ling read the moment for him and set a prompting hand on the small of Ed’s back with a tilt of his head, and Ed didn’t waste a second. He climbed slowly up the ramp, like he thought his footsteps could hurt Ship.

The team took their seats easily except for M’gann, who spun in the air to smile at Ed and say, “This is Ship! She’s a friend, even though she might not look it immediately. She’s just as much a member of this team as all of us. Isn’t that right, girl?”

Lights flickered along the side in eager answer, and Ed tracked the reaction greedily. Ling could already see the cogs turning behind those eyes, and the sight warmed his heart beyond comprehension.

“Here,” Ling laughed, pulling Ed back down to Earth and coaxing him by the hand to a vacant corner with two seats, no doubt provided by Ship’s thoughtfulness. Ed followed his second cue to sit, eyes still high above the ground as he took in the finer mechanics.

“Alright,” M’gann announced with noticeable cheer, finally at her seat at the helm. “Everyone strapped in? Sorry, Ed, this might feel a little weird at first.”

“Wha—?”

Ed cut off when Ship began lifting. He let out a yelp when the distance really grew, wobbling on instinct and hands shooting to grip the Ling’s bicep.

Ling remembered how strange the first fly had been on him too. He set an anchoring hand over Ed’s, catching the slightest fear in those eyes and smiling.

“Relax,” Ling told him quietly, to avoid embarrassing Ed with a spectacle. Judging by Ed’s rapid glance in his direction, the gesture was appreciated. “Your ears might ‘pop’ in a second from the air pressure, and it’ll feel uncomfortable for a while after, but you’re otherwise fine.”

“Did someone else tell you that?” Ed said between a grimace. His hands kept taut for a moment as Ship caught a steady pace, before he relaxed under Ling’s hand.

He let out an exhale, casting Ling a smile that time. “That sounds like the sort of talk you’d ask me to repeat ten thousand times for you instead.”

“Rude!” Ling gasped—to no avail. He’d smiled too wide again. “I learned a few things while you were gone, you know. A year’s a long time.”

Ed’s eyes sparkled in the literal changed atmosphere between them now. “Really? Then how’d you end up here immediately?”

“I had a moment of regression. You know how I get when I’m hungry.”

Ling was rewarded with a brilliant laugh for that. 

He completely understood when the sound drew several eyes back to them as well, and there was a pause as the team considered the two of them.

Artemis eventually broke the silence.

“So,” she started with an imperceptible smirk, crossing her legs and leaning back in her seat. “Ling’s infamous fiance.”

“Unfortunately,” Ed said.

The easy humor shifted something in the atmosphere, and faster than anyone could grin, Wally blurted, “What was that you did with the walls? I’ve never seen any earth powers that spontaneous before!”

“Yeah! What kind of power was that?” Robin leaned forward—sounding like his age, to Ling’s relief. Though Robin was undoubtedly much younger than Ling, he so often behaved like, well… Ed and Ling, back in their own teenagehood. This was a nice change. This was good. “You covered all that mass in, like, one motion. And you knew exactly where it would stop.”

Perhaps it was the nerves from being mass-stared at from all corners, but Ed flushed at the admiration. “Oh, well…” He cleared his throat. “That was pretty basic from me, really. I’d usually go for something louder, but I wasn’t sure entirely what was under the walls… It was better safe than sorry in the moment.”

“You couldn’t tell from a touch?” Ling furrowed his brow.

“Not completely.” Ed shook his head. “I had an innate understanding, but I couldn’t put a name to… a lot of the things.” He cast Ship a grimacing onceover. “But I guess I’ll have to get used to that.”

“So that is part of your power?” Kaldur asked, because, naturally, he couldn’t resist his curiosity either. Though his was more tempered. “You understand the components of the earth, and mold it?”

Ed blinked at the astute observation.

“That’s… exactly it, actually,” he said slowly. “I’m surprised you got it in one go…”

“Well,” Ling said, never one to miss a chance with a sly grin, “he is the esteemed leader around here.”

Ever since Ling had learned the team’s average age, he’d made it his life mission, while he was here, to soften them all to act their ages more often. Kaldur, in particular, was a tougher target on par with Artemis, but he, too, had a weakness. Recognizing his competence, for one. Recognizing his competence as leader, for two.

Ed clocked that in an instant, bless his perceptiveness, and he nodded easily. “Yeah, makes sense.”

Kaldur wavered. “You—can tell such a thing?”

“Sure. You’ve got the eye and attitude for it. And you sound a lot like a certain someone.” Ed cast Ling a sideways glance, and Ling pulled his most gracious face. Ed rolled his eyes back to Kaldur. “Next thing you’re gonna tell me, you’re a prince too.”

Wally immediately burst out laughing. “You got it in one! No way!”

“Well, not exactly on the nose,” Robin hummed. “But definitely close enough.”

Kaldur was far too well-mannered to gape, but he most certainly stared at Ed. “How—?”

“Like I said,” Ed snorted, but his grin was genuine as gold, “it’s obvious.”

Kaldur ducked his head, hiding that successful blush under a hand rubbing his neck. “That praise might be undue for the time being. I have only been in this position for a few months. But… thank you.”

And that, too, was a sight Ling had missed. The way Ed positively melted at the image of these kids, walking in shoes too big for their feet but filling the mold so well, for better and for worse. 

Ling had a great feeling about this world, suddenly.

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[spookyboywhump]

So here’s the first part of a few parts lmao. I did say I started writing the next part. Still haven’t finished it. However I do know how it’s supposed to go and have a plan for it so at least this won’t be a mystery for both of us-

This is kinda more emotional than whumpy. That’s what the next parts are for.

CW: pet whump, dehumanization, discussions of nail whump but nothing actually happens, Zander gets really really sad oops-

***

Zander was silent on the ride back home. Wren shifted uncomfortably in his seat, unsettled by the tense silence but knowing better than to make a sound. Zander had lost his fight, he was holding his arm close to his chest, his eye nearly swollen shut. Cain was absolutely infuriated, and neither of them wanted to do anything to attract his attention.

When they arrived home Zander was roughly dragged back to the room, while Wren trailed along behind. They were taken directly back to their cell rather than going straight to the expected punishment, Wren wished he could feel relief over that, but he knew it wasn’t actually a good sign as Cain harshly shoved Zander into their cell before grabbing Wren by the arm and doing the same to him.

“I’ll deal with you in the fucking morning, better rest while you can, mutt.” He sneered at Zander, before letting the door slam shut. Wren couldn’t help but relax now that they were alone, Zander went and collapsed on the edge of their bed, taking slow, deep breaths. Wren sat down beside him, there wasn’t much else he could do. He assumed Zander was just trying to relax after the fight, he knew it had been difficult on him, usually after a fight he wanted to shower and go straight to bed since he’d be so exhausted, but for now he just sat there, his head down, hair hanging in his face.

“That… that seemed really rough, I’m sorry…” Wren said after a while, unable to take the silence much longer. Zander just nodded, though he whimpered softly as the movement caused him more pain. He took a shuddering breath that ended in a choked off cry, and only then noticed he was trembling, only then did he notice something was wrong. “Hey–hey, what’s wrong?” He asked, shifting his position to face him.This wasn’t like him, he’d never seen him like this even after a bad fight. Zander shook his head, crossing his arms over his body as if to hug himself, refusing to look up at Wren. He hesitantly placed a hand on his shoulder, and when he didn’t flinch away he moved closer, putting his arm around him.

“I… I can’t do it…” He finally whimpered after a moment.

“Huh…?”

“I-I can’t do it…” He raised a hand to tangle it in his own hair, anxiously pulling at it. “Whatever- whatever Cain has planned tomorrow, I can’t fucking do it.” He said, his voice cracking. “I can’t take another beating, or- or a whipping, or anything he has planned, I can’t fucking do it!” He cried, and Wren’s heart just broke. He pulled him closer, and after a moment he managed to coax Zander into laying down with him, the taller man hiding his face against his chest as he sobbed. “I can’t take anymore, Wren, I’m so- I’m so tired, everything hurts, I can’t do this anymore!”

“I-I know…” He said softly, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to soothe him. “I’m sorry, Zander, I know this is too much…”

“I just want to go home…” He whimpered. “I don’t want to hurt anymore… I’m so tired of being tired, I just… I want it to stop…” He whined, clinging to Wren like his life depended on it. Wren felt sick to his stomach knowing he’d been pushed this far, even though he’d been telling Zander he couldn’t always handle everything Cain did to him, it was still hard to watch Zander have to accept that he was only human, and he just wanted to go home.

He held Zander and let him cry as long as he needed to, even as his shirt was damp from his tears, he didn’t care. He played with his hair to comfort him and as he began to calm down, Wren was finally able to coax him into going to take a shower to further relax from the night, and to wash away all the blood and sweat from the fight. He stayed in bed, not like he had anywhere else to go, laying there and staring tiredly at the ceiling. He already knew what he had to do, he’d known since the moment Zander started crying. He wouldn’t say a word to him though, he knew he’d hate the idea, he knew he’d forbid him from doing it, but he didn’t care. Zander wouldn’t be happy with it, he might be angry even, but Wren knew that his body could only take so much and refused to sit by and watch him break.

***

Wren didn’t sleep that night. Zander slept just fine, too exhausted to fear the punishment he thought he’d be waking up to, but Wren couldn’t fall asleep. He was too anxious, too worried, wondering what was in store for him the next day. The sun rose and Zander was still fast asleep, holding Wren like a teddy bear to comfort himself, and after what felt like hours, the door finally opened, startling Wren and rousing Zander awake.

Wren had to act fast, before Zander was awake enough to realize what was going on, and before Cain could storm over and drag him out of bed to do god knows what to him. Cain had barely taken a step in the room before Wren had managed to slip out of Zander’s grasp, practically falling off the bed to drop to his knees in front of Cain, stopping the man from going any further. He kept his head down, trying to show him the most respect he could, and since Cain didn’t immediately kick him out of the way, he assumed that he was willing to see what he was trying to do.

“Please- please don’t hurt him, sir.” He said, trying his hardest to speak calmly and clearly.

“Wren-” He heard Zander start as he began to get up, but Cain cut him off.

“No, let the pup speak.” He said, sounding amused. “Go on.” He told him.

“I-I don’t- I don’t want to see him hurt anymore,” He said, leaving out that he knew Zander simply could not take it, “I’ll take his punishment for him, if that’s okay, please…?”

“Wren, no!” Zander snapped. “What the fuck are you doing?!” He felt Zander grab his arm, as if to pull him off the ground, but he quickly yanked his arm away, keeping his head down. “Stop it! Sir, you can’t listen to him, please-”

“Shut up and sit down.” Cain ordered him. “I’m considering going easy on both of you, if he really wants to do this.”

“I do!” Wren insisted, finally looking up at him, hoping that his expression conveyed just how serious he was.

“Alright, then.” He said, and Wren almost let himself relax, but then he continued, “What do you think an appropriate punishment would be?”

“Huh…?”

“I’m letting you pick your punishment, stupid. And don’t be a bitch about it either, or I’ll make you both fucking regret it.” He warned.

“I thought you were going to go easy-”

“Zander, if you open your mouth one more time I’m going to rip off every one of his fingernails. And if that’s not enough, I’ll take a lighter to the nail beds afterwards.” It certainly shut Zander up, and Wren nearly gagged at the thought of it, instinctively clenching his hands into fists. “Now, pup, what do you think your punishment should be?” He asked.

Wren took a moment to think about it. He knew it had to be bad, it had to be fun. If Cain thought it was boring then he’d get his fun out of both of them, and that’s exactly what he was trying to avoid. He briefly considered asking him to just go ahead and rip his nails off, but he knew that was a worst case scenario, if Cain went through with it then it could seriously limit his ability to fight, and that wouldn’t do them any good. He knew he didn’t have forever, his thoughts were racing, and finally, he looked up at Cain, asking him if he’d lean down so he could whisper it to him. He didn’t want Zander to hear. Cain seemed to think it was funny, but he humored him, he knelt down and let Wren lean in and whisper it to him, only to immediately pull back, looking at him, shocked.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He asked. Wren’s heart sank immediately, he’d made the wrong choice, he’d messed this up, now they were both going to pay for it, Cain was looking at him like he’d grown a second head- and then he smiled. Cain’s smile normally wouldn’t put him at ease, but this time it did. “You’re a weird fucking kid, you know that?” He laughed. “I think that will be perfect. Now get up, let's get it over with.” He told him.

“Wren, what did you tell him?” Zander asked.

“Don’t worry about it.” He said, getting to his feet.

“Of course I’m going to fucking worry!” He snapped.

“Well don’t! I-I’ll be fine, okay? Don’t worry, just… rest. Please…?” He asked, looking up at him hopefully. Zander didn’t look convinced, he just looked even angrier, but there wasn’t time to fight or argue as Cain grabbed Wren by the collar, causing him to stumble as he was roughly dragged from the room.

The door was shut before Zander could attempt to follow them, separating them completely until this was over. Wren didn’t want to do this alone, but he knew that he had to. He just desperately hoped that doing this at all had been the right choice.

[chubbybunyu]

Kazuscara OTP tickle questions

So I saw the OTP tk ask game going around again, and I know this technically isn't how you're supposed to do it but I am. Brainrotting. About these two sO BADLY I HAD TO GET THIS OUT before I disappear back into the void lmao

✨️So here I go ehe✨️

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1. Who has the cutest tickle laugh? Kazuha! His laugh and giggles are so airy and just the right amount of raspy uGH I wanna hear him laugh all day...

Wanderer's laugh is really cute too but man's screaming half of the time. Tho one thing that makes him almost cuter than Zuzu is that he starts hiccupping if you tickle him long enough~

2. Who is ticklish in unusual places and where would that be? I'm not saying that neck is an unusual spot, but I think Wanderer's made_in_Inazuma mark is ridiculously sensitive-- if Wanderer is acting bratty in public, Zuzu just uses his vision to make a gentle breeze brush against the spot and Wanderer stops whatever he's doing as if he slammed into a wall and turns to pout at the other sdfghfh But also when they're alone Kazuha LOVES peppering it with tiny kisses and Wanderer is in stitchessss hehe

3. Who gets cheer-up tickles? Wanderer 100% and it's so effective and he's sO GRUMPY ABOUT IT like my god he wants to be mad about it bc it doesn't fit his ✨️mean aesthetics✨️ but he can't help but just giggle and feel like his head is getting all fuzzy n happy when Zuzu scoops him up and gently tickles him all over until he's feeling better again

4. Who takes advantage of the other one getting their arms stuck while taking off their shirt? B o t h, but Wanderer definitely learned from Kazuha ahah. And they both wear so many layers that it's a weekly occurrence and at this point they're so used to both of them taking advantage of it that they just automatically start to panic a little when they realize they're stuck, so if the other hadn't noticed it on their own they sure would now sdfghj

5. How did they discover each other’s ticklishness? Wanderer was probably breaking records being annoying and buzzing around Kazu's head, provoking him in one way or another and he just got fed up and grabbed his ankle to pull him down, but to both of their surprise Wanderer fell out of the air on his very own accord (accompanied with an adorably uncharacteristic squeak, I might add) bc the feeling startled him so much lmao and Zuzu did NOT leave him be until he admitted he was ticklish (I think y'all can imagine how Kazuha coaxed that out of him~)

And afterwards Wanderer tried to tease it out of Kazuha too but he just straight up admitted with a chuckle that "ofc I'm ticklish" and Wanderer could Not wrap his head around how he wasn't even slightly embarrassed about it lmao

6. Who can’t take tickle bites? Kazuha oh my gosh, he melts in seconds. I also think that Wanderer's teeth are a bit sharper than normal so his nibbles are DEADLY. And he knows that.

7. Who has to be tickle-forced out of bed in the morning? Hmm, neither has trouble in the morning, but I think Wanderer has to be tickled INTO bed sometimes. Sure, he technically doesn't need sleep but Zuzu wants to cuddle at night and if Wanderer's being difficult about it (which he usually isn't bc Kazuha's cuddles are god tier) he just gets dragged to bed, locked into a hug and tickled until he gets tired enough to actually fall asleep himself too hehe

8. Who gives up in a tickle fight? Wanderer, the feeling still catches him off guard quite a bit, especially when it goes on for a while since tickling has been introduced to him quite recently, so if you manage to pin him down he's done~

But once he gets a bit more used to it he'll be a dangerous opponent for sure///

9. Who is in danger of getting hurt when attacking the other? Kazu, Wanderer f l a i l s. Not a single limb is left unused in his attempts of breaking free if you tickle him hard enough He'll still pout if you stop too soon tho

10. Who always provokes the other into tickling them and how? Wanderer~ His brattiness goes up a notch and he seems to find something to playfully bicker about over everything, and it all is accompanied with a faint blush (that he will deny to the end of time) and an occasional glance at Zuzu's hands. So subtle~

But Kazuha also somehow manages to provoke him into GETTING tickled from time to time. Don't ask him how, Wanderer has no goddamn idea but it just. Keeps. Happening.

[makur0]

hi, could i request an ibara x gn!reader where ibara has had a long stressful day and so to help him let go, reader has tied him up and fucks him slow and hard? reader being a soft dom and/or service top and ibara having a bit of a hard time giving up control? ibara works so hard and i need to be able to fuck him good enough that his brain is too melted to worry like i need air. thank you so much in advance <3

“Let me take the lead…”

synopsis — it’s going to certainly take some coaxing, but soon enough you’ll have him tied up and enjoying what you give him. [ibara saegusa x gn! reader]

content warnings — nsfw, mdni. service dom! reader, sub! ibara, forced submission?, penetration, praise, bondage, ibara being a little shit, mentioned that reader has a cock/strap

author’s note — ngl it feels good coming back to requests after suffering from kinktober lmao (IVE SEEN SO MANY POSTS ABOUT THIS MAN AND IM SO GLAD IM WRITING THIS AT THE PERFECT TIMEEEE)

word count — 1145

“NOT RIGHT NOW, [NAME], I’M BUSY.”

Another day of Ibara and his terrible attitude.

Of course, you couldn’t entirely blame it on him- being the Vice President of his agency and all did throw a lot of work on the male and all.

But you were his lover. He should be a tad bit softer to you, no?

“Do you need anything?” You tried, catching up to him as he walked to his office. “Tea, coffee? Something to eat? What about-”

“Not-” He started with a cold tone, but paused and took a deep breath. “I’m all good, I promise. Thank you, though.”

He quickened his pact to his room, shutting his door as you frowned at his disappearance. Rude much.

But, you really couldn’t do anything about it. After pacing the hallway, trying to think of a solution, you gave up and collapsed on your shared bed, sighing heavily. Not only was he shutting you out for the moment, but you were bored out of your mind. 

I should just go to work tomorrow despite my break-

No. Fuck no, that’s an all time low.

You fussed mindlessly with the sheets, a small pout on your face. You could always call your friends and go out... but there was a nagging feeling in the back of your mind.

You wanted- no needed to stay here.

---

Ibara groaned, slouching as he dropped his head on the half-finished paperwork. Stupid him, thinking he can schedule two major events on top of each other. He longed for it to finish it themselves, but there wasn’t such thing. He was glued to his desk until the tedious work was done.

A soft knock on his door caused him to raise his head, fixing his glasses as he turned to your figure entering the room. “Yes?”

“Why don’t you take a break?” You questioned, ignoring the twitch of his eye. “Eat something, or... something.”

The male clenched his jaw, turning back to his work. “I can’t, [name]. I appreciate the effort, but-”

His voice faltered as your cold fingers traced his jawline, your hand cupping his chin as you hovered your head over his shoulder. What...?

“But you’re making me so sad, Ibara,” you said in a singsong voice, your babyish expression reflecting on his computer screen. “I just want to hang out with my beloved, y’know?”

The latter tensed, hands fidgeting with the corner of his papers. “I- I don’t think-”

Ibara jolted, a gasp leaving his lips as he snatched your sneaky hand from his waist, round cyan eyes half-glaring at you. “What are you doing?”

“Trying to make you relax,” You hummed, a slight chuckle leaving you. “Of course, I can do so much more if you just let me~”

He should shake you off, now. He should reprimand you for bothering him, he should-

He swallowed at your reflection, your eyes staring straight at him with a half-lidded gaze. With is computer being the only light provided in his dark room, your expression looked all the more... tempting.

For once, he was at a loss of words. “I- no, no, I have work... yes, work. L-later-”

His voice died completely in his throat as you slid onto his lap, closing his computer and enveloping the two of you in complete darkness. Immediately he tried to reach for it for a source of light but you yanked his hands back, your own exploring his torso under his dress shirt.

“[name]-!” His retort sounded more like a hissy whine as you pinned his hands, his head throwing back as Ibara felt your lips on the nape of his neck. “Stop-p~!”

“Mmm, no,” You cooed, petting his hair. “I’m merely just helping you out.”

If you could see him clearly, he was now a panting mess, his glasses askew as his attempts to remove you off his lap became less forced. You even felt the bold tent rising from his pants, brushing against you.

After fully riling Ibara up, you pulled away from him, grinning at the rather loud whine of his loss. Because it was pitch black in his room you had to feel around the desk, but you found what you were looking for: his tie.

“Stand up, darling,” You said to him. He immediately jumped out of his seat, judging from the sound of rushed movements, but he was hesitant as he pressed your body flush with yours, his hot breath tickling your chest.

You slid him off of you, making sure he was between you and the desk as you had him bend over. “[name]? W-what-?”

“Let me just take the lead, love,” You pressed a kiss against his back, taking his hands and wrapping his tie around him and the desk lamp. Hopefully it’ll stay firm... “Let me serve you.”

Ibara sighed shakily, resting his head on his desk as you tugged his pants and boxers down, his leaking tip hitting the cold air.

“If only I could see you...” You murmured, palming his ass as you lined up to his hole. “But I feel like you’ll like it better this way.”

Slowly you slid into him, causing the male to jerk and bite his lip harshly, his glasses falling further down his nose. Not until you did this did he realize how much he craved for this. Of course, he should be focusing on his work, but the way you rubbed against his walls had him keeling.

You took on a slow pace despite Ibara being a complete mess, breathy moans leaving you. Every time you pressed your pelvis against your ass you brushed against his prostrate, having the male tense up beautifully.

“Oh god~” He moaned out, his eyes screwing shut. “G-go faster, please-!”

“I don’t want to rush it, darling,” You sang out a response. “I think a nice and slow pace is rather fitting for you.”

And indeed it was, despite Ibara being needy for more. He could feel his worries, work, heck even his strong mental state which he prided in melting away like ice on a hot pan. And it wouldn’t be long before it’s starts boiling.

A strangled moan left Ibara after a hard thrust, his mind spinning as he felt close to his high. He wanted to pleasure himself so badly but you had him restrained... of course he could break out of it, but the way you held him didn’t make him want to.

The sound of crumpling paper and his body jerking against yours told you that he came, rather harshly as that. Unseen, thick rolls of his seed dripped out of his red cock, splattering onto the floor.

You slowed your pace to a stop, opting on grinding against him and leaning forward to card your fingers in his hair. “See, now was that so bad?”

“N-no...”

You smiled softly. “You’re welcome.”

[direwombat]

2, 11, 12, and 18 for the OTP asks🖤 both pairings if you feel up to it! I'd love to snoop on the difference for Syb! Please and thank you😌💕

fd;lajfdahhh thank you and sorry this took so long for me to get to whoops. anyway. there's a lot of similarities between jakesyb and sybeli (girl has a type and it's rugged mountain man, what can I say?) but there are definitely some differences (mostly that sybeli is actually a fairly healthy and normal relationship f;lakjfafdadlf;j)

2. Any sleep habits either had to get used to?

lmao no, not really. mostly because neither of them sleep if they can't help it. they're both "late to bed, early to rise." there's always more work to be done, so they occasionally go a few days without sleeping (also they like to avoid the Nightmares). but they do find that they sleep better when they're together which is a welcome surprise.

11. What is their love language?

I mean multiple apply, but if I had to pick one, it'd be acts of service. they will do absolutely anything for each other (whether they like it or not lmao). they're both cut from the same self-sacrificial cloth and are willing to die for each other. but also...it's in the little things; a fresh cup of coffee after the previous one has gone cold. packing extra supplies because they know the other is going to need it. stuff like that :)

12. How Are there communication skills?

BAD. OVERWHELMINGLY BAD. at least at first. both of them would rather pull their own teeth than have a single conversation that involves any kind of vulnerability. but what they don't express verbally they do pick up on in body language/behavior. they grow out of it eventually (ie, once syb finally gets it through her thick skull that the love is mutual), but it takes a while. that said, even when they were enemies, they were good at communicating during combat the handful of times they were on the same side. they aren't awful as a team and as they grow closer, get better at communicating, and eventually end up on the same side, they actually make a fucking terrifying duo.

18. Evening rituals?

i'm choosing to interpret this as "before bed" rituals because time is meaningless they'll go to bed at noon after staying up for 72+ hours. that pre-sleeptime ritual typically consists of them showering (or bathing) together, giving each other back massages, and then syb will put on a record or the radio and Jacob will read (sometimes quietly to himself, sometimes out loud to her if she asks him to) and if they're lucky they'll both fall asleep curled up together <3

2. Any sleep habits either had to get used to?

lol kinda same deal as with jakesyb. neither of them sleep very much (in their "canon" verse). jacob never sleeps so they can't afford to either. if anything I think it's mostly just the two of them getting used to finding the other just passed out somewhere in the bunker (having obviously fallen asleep in the middle of an activity).

11. What is their love language?

(again, assuming i can only pick one) quality time. they're friends before they're anything else, so a lot of their relationship developed just...hanging out, scouting/hunting together, watching the security cams, taking inventory, and cleaning their weapons. they just really like hanging out with each other <3

12. How Are there communication skills?

f;alksfdjaldfk well...syb's communication skills are about the same (bad) but eli is significantly better at it than Jacob is. he'll...y'know...actually talk about things that are upsetting him whereas syb keeps things bottled up. his healthier emotional habits eventually start rubbing off on her and he manages to coax her into opening up but it takes fucking work.

18. Evening rituals?

time is meaningless when you're fighting a holy war against a skilled and aggressive soldier. but when they eventually do decide it's bedtime (as opposed to passing out wherever they are) their ritual is: swap between the single person shower and brushing teeth, and just kind of stumble into bed (ie, they're sharing a tiny little cot or that couch in the bunker). sometimes sex happens if they have enough energy, but most of the time they just pass out in a tangle of limbs.

[sukirichi]

request: SWIMSUIT SHOPPING WITH JJK CHARACTERS — (yuuji, megumi, and gojo satoru ver!)

notes: i’ve reached a point in hell of no return, help 😩 anon knows exactly what she’s talking about and i’d be more than honoured to add on to this concept

warnings: nsfw content such as public sex, overstimulation, degradation, manhandling, oral sex (f and m receiving), road head, and slight cumplay (nsfw under the cut!) + this is unedited/not proofread,

(all minor characters are aged up)

masterlist ! requests are open

ITADORI YUUJI

he’s a pretty innocent boy

in a way that he’s not always dirty minded instead of him totally being...well, inexperienced

so when you ask him if he can come with you pick a swimsuit, he happily agrees

he loves going shopping with you and is extremely patient even if you take half an hour in just one shop

he’d happily carry your bags for you

seriously, this man is so low maintenance, he’s not going to ask for anything else or whine that you’re taking too long or that he’s hungry

he’s REALLY really patient and supportive of you

and even though he’s not an expert in women’s fashion, he’ll honestly give his opinions if he thinks a dress or shoe looks good on you or no

he might also remind you just how convenient your outfit would be on the event you plan to use it t

but this time, it’s a different case because you’re buying a swimsuit

now, yuuji’s seen you naked before so it’s nothing new to him anymore, but the moment he walks inside the swimsuit shop with all types of frilly bras and colorful pieces, he’ll immediately duck his head down in respect

he’s pretty fidgety the whole time

if you bring up a certain red polka dot bikini in front of your clothed body, tilting your head to the side innocently to ask, “how about this?”

yuuji’s brain will fry right then and there

he can imagine just how great you’d look in it, but he doesn’t want to be rude or too obvious so he’ll just nod and go,

“yeah, babe, that’d look great on you!”

he’s pretty silent the whole time, but really, all the blood’s rushed to his cock already

the whole drive back, yuuji is already so sensitive and clenching his jaw with his hands firmly gripping the steering wheel while you sit next to him, hiding your smirk

you almost want to laugh at how flustered he is, but he’s trying his best not to show it

but you’re not that bad, and so you ask him to pull over because the tent in his pants looks so uncomfortable and you doubt he’ll be patient enough to jack off in the bathroom when you both go back home

he’s confused at first, glancing over you with worry

“why, what’s wrong? did you want to go somewhere else?”

“no,” you laugh, pushing your hair back into a makeshift ponytail

and THAT has yuuji driving recklessly and swerving real fast and furious style because he knows what’s about to happen next

despite his eagerness, he’s still concerned about you, breathing heavily as you lean over your seats and start to unzip his pants

“a-are you sure about this? you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to,”

poor baby is already shaking the moment your nails rake over his thigh, your breath just ghosting over his clothed erection which is already damp with pre-cum

this makes you hum in agreement because yes of course you’re sure

you had a feeling yuuji would be turned on with this little escapade anyway, but you didn’t think he’d be this needy already

now it’s time for you to relax your throat and prepare yourself because yuuji is THICK

safe to say, all your arrogance is gone the moment you choke on his length, his big hands helping you keep the hair away from your face

meanwhile, yuuji is messily thrusting his hips up to your mouth, enjoying the way you just feel so warm around him

“f-fuck, baby, feels so good. i can imagine you already in that flimsy material, you’d be so pe-perfect, fuuckk.”

your chest swells with pride, always having been weak when it comes to his praising

once he reaches his high and paints your face white, yuuji lazily pulls you closer to him to kiss you, moaning when he tastes himself on your lips

you only giggle at how romantic he is even when your hands are still stroking his softening cock, and yuuji shudders a bit at the gesture

because he’s been such a great and supportive boyfriend today, you swipe at the cum near your lips, which makes yuuji’s eyes darken when you collect it with the tip of your tongue

then, as innocently as you could bat your eyelashes at him, you grin,

“would you like to see me wear it tonight? just for you?”

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

PLEASE HELP THIS BOY

“gumi, can you come shopping with me tonight? there’s a pool party this weekend with my friends and i need a new swimsuit.”

he wants to say yes because duh

but he also wants to say no because he’d rather not walk around in public with a raging erection

and we all know megumi is big, like come on, he’s toji’s son

like yuuji, i don’t think megumi is that perverted either, but he’s still a teenage boy with raging hormones

he may have more control over himself than yuuji, but he knows his limits

a swimsuit is honestly so innocent — it’s not even half as tempting as when you surprised him with a white lingerie set (which resulted you two in not getting out of bed the whole weekend lmao) so he wonders why the hell he’s so nervous

eventually he convinces himself that going with your girlfriend while she shops for a swimsuit isn’t anything new and it’s just a “normal couple thing” so bedgrudingly, he sighs and agrees

which he immediately regrets the moment you head straight for the skirtinis

there’s so much to choose from, and his eyes widen at the absurdity of how there’s so many designs and patterns

i feel leki megumi is a cheapskate, so he’ll be more focused first on criticizing the price tags before looking at you

“25 dollars for this...thing?”

he’ll shake his head in disapproval, but then straighten up when he sees you frown

“i think it looks cute. don’t you like it?”

you push up a frilly pink skirtini, the shade a soft pastel one that just looks so innocent and cute on you

it doesn’t help that you’re gazing up at him under your lashes either, a small pout on those kissable lips

he admits it does look cute, even cuter because you’re the one wearing it, but he still doesn’t like the price lmao

or at least...not until he’s seen you wearing it

once you’ve both gotten home, megumi heads straight to the kitchen because he’s been so parched (he won’t tell you that he’s been subconsciously swallowing his saliva the whole time, showing him material by material until it all gets suspiciously thinner and more revealing)

he doesn’t like limiting you or telling you what to wear, either, so he just follows you like a lost puppy, careful to note stare too much at anything to not make anyone uncomfortable

but then he goes back to your shared room, just about ready to call it a day since you sure did take your sweet time, and he sees you strutting in your underwear in front of the mirror

megumi freezes at the door like a lagging npc LMAO

“...y/n?”

you smile, turning to him as if he hadn’t just caught you checking yourself out, which he doesn’t blame you for because you look absolutely stunning in it

the skirt just hides the supple flesh of your thighs, but really, he’s more stunned at how your ass looks so perky in that skintight material

megumi looks away, flushed, running a hand through his hair because he’s too much of a gentleman to outright say he finds you so sexy in fear it would sound weird

but you take his sudden aversion something else, and you wrap your arms around yourself a little consciously, voice turning small

“does it look bad on me?”

he immediately picks up on how small you’ve made yourself, his eyes snapping to yours

“no, you look amazing! why would you think that?”

you pout, “you suddenly looked away. it felt like you don’t really like it.”

at this point, megumi is such a blushing, stuttering mess, approaching you carefully with his words stll stumbling over one another

“that’s not true,” he sighs, rubbing his hands on your bare arms, finally letting himself loose and shamelessly staring at how your breasts are just right under him, waiting to be touched

the tension in the room begins to thicken, and you shiver when his hands trail down your hip before squeezing the flesh almost possessively

“beautiful,” he’d murmur almost absentmindedly, and by the time you’re practically melting in the heat of his gaze, megumi just goes ‘fuck it’ and straight out kisses you

he’s gentle though

he knows you felt insecure and so he wants to take his time with you, touching you in places he knows you liked, curling his fingers in just the right spot that has you seeing stars

he doesn’t do anything that would make your body shake, but it still feels good — a lot more like lovemaking

and it is

he wants you to know he loves you and that you’re the most beautiful being ever in his eyes

megumi will kiss you starting from your calves and up to your belly, where he hovers for a minute before changing his mind and diving back down to where you want him the most

small, kitten licks in your core that has you dripping in his tongue, your hands fisting his hair

megumi doesn’t stop telling you how pretty you look just like that, loosing yourself in the pleasure he’s giving you

he doesn’t neglect your breasts; one of his hands reaching up to softly pinch the beaded nipples which has you riding and humping his face even more

megumi buries his face in your heat in that moment, his nose bumping your clit every now and then, and you feel so beautiful with how he can’t seem to get enough of you

he knows this just by the way you clamp down on his tongue, sweet juices coating his lips and he drinks it all like a starved man

“cum for me, sweet girl,” he coaxes, his thumb pushing your lips open as he watches you come undone for him

“that’s right — fuck — you’re so gorgeous, so perfect, just mine.”

and just when you think he’s had enough, megumi only flips you until your core is right on top of his face, his large hands merciless as he pushes your hips forward and backward on his tongue

similar to before, you and megumi stay in bed all day long with him going round per round, never getting tired of making you feel good until you’re just laying spent on your bed, juices flowing out of your abused core

you push megumi away when his fingers slide in your inner thigh

but no he’s not quite done with you yet

“no,” he growls softly, pushing your hands away and pinning you under his weight. “i’m not stopping until you finally see yourself the way i see you. so divine, so ethereal.”

your body is something he’ll never get tired of worshipping

you’re hella tired

but hey who are you to complain

you only wish megumi hadn’t ruined your swimsuit with your cum, but after a promise that he’ll jsut get you another one, you lose yourself to another mind blowing orgasm

GOJO SATORU

let’s be real here

you know EXACTLY what you’re asking for the moment you dragged him into a swimsuit shop

you don’t even bother asking him if he wants to go anymore because gojo being gojo, he’ll be whiny about it, saying you could just surprise him the moment you get home

to which you roll your eyes and say, “this isn’t for you, gojo.”

hah, but anything that is yours is his, and your body is definitely his

gojo is nothing but bored

he wants to go home already and just fuck you already, and he’s getting on your nerves so you threaten that you’re not letting him touch you for a whole week if he doesn’t shut up and accompany you for once

it’s not that gojo is mean and unsupportive of you, he’s just so horny in that moment he can’t think straight

but he also really, really likes touching you so the big man just pouts and crosses his arms

sighing loudly and rather dramatically

it only takes a few seconds before gojo straightens up, peeking under his blindfold when you pick up a plain black bikini with the top knotted behind your neck

it’s not really your style though, so you’re about to move to another design when gojo whines

“wait, why not that one? it would look great on you.”

ofc you know i’ll look great on you, but it’s not your favorite, and it’s fun to tease gojo so you shrug nonchalantly, picking up a dark blue legsuit instead

gojo absolutely LOSES it

man takes off his blindfold just to glare at the material as if it offended him

“babe, what the fuck is that?”

“it’s a legsuit, perfect for scuba diving. plus, it protects my skin from the sun. i wouldn’t want a sunburn.”

the way gojo laughs is so cocky you consider choking him with the suit

“that’s what you have me for?” he points to himself incredulously, “i’ll put the sunblock all over your body babe, you don’t even have to worry about that.”

“please. i’d already be stripped down to my birthday suit before you even get to open the bottle,” you scoff, muttering under your breath, “damn fucking horny guy can’t keep his thing inside his pants.”

however, this doesn’t faze gojo

“and what’s so wrong with finding my girlfriend so sexy and hot i want to fuck her all the time?”

honestly what the hell were you thinking, assuming that you’d one-up gojo when this man would always be superior when it comes to being dirty LMAO he is just so shameless

but whatever, you ignore him, heading to the checkout with a self-assured smile

gojo trails behind you, his anger radiating off of him so strongly you can feel it

“y/n.”

“y/n, you can’t even swim. don’t fuck with me and say you’re buying that to ‘scuba dive.’”

“what, so i can’t learn now?”

“just buy the black bikini. it looks great on you.”

“i told you already, i’m not buying that and wearing it for you. i only dragged you here because i need someone to carry my bags.”

you know what happens to brats?

they get punished.

and that’s exactly what happens

gojo grabs your wrist rather roughly back to where you’ve left the black bikini, and not only does he shove it to your chest, commanding you to wear it, but he also shoves you in the nearest dressing cubicle

next thing you know, gojo has his palm over your mouth as he pounds into you from behind, absolutely railing you to the point tears are flowing down your cheeks

“look at you — not so bratty now, are we? you’re just a slut for my cock, aren’t you, sweet girl?”

gojo lifts one of your legs up in the crook of his arm, forcing you to look at the way your pussy greedily sucks him in in front of the mirror

you’re so wet that the squelching of your pussy, along with the slapping of skin, resonates in the cramped space

you reach behind gojo and move away from his hand, gasping breathily while your breasts bounce

“gojo, ah, shit — we might get caught.”

“do i look like i give a fuck, baby?”

no, he doesn’t. and he proves this by pushing you down by the back until your cheek is squished against the mirror, your ass pressed against his pubic bone

with the way gojo’s hips are angled and his long cock is hitting places only he can reach, you no longer care about people finding you in this position

your mouth is open, eyes rolling at the back of your head and drool even begins to slide from your lips

this makes gojo laugh, two of his fingers rubbing against where you two are connected to gather your wetness before shoving it into your mouth

“shut the fuck up, you slut.”

gojo’s large hands then comes up to grab and squeeze your hips roughly; you think he’ll leave bruises there or marks in the shape of fingers

he’s basically using you as his fucktoy now, paying no mind to how you’re crying from how he’s hitting in so deep and fast

your body just transcends into a different dimension

you’re fucked out, crying and begging for him to go slower

“gojo — baby — p-please, a little more gentle, ah, fuck.”

“what was that?” he teases, bending forwards to nip at your ear. the sudden shift in angles has the tip of his cock kissing your cervix, and you immediately clench around his cock.

gojo taps your lips when your eyes shut close from the exhaustion, barely able to comprehend anything else other than the familiar coil deep in your belly

“i couldn’t hear you, princess. speak louder.”

“slower, please,” you beg, placing your sweaty palms flat on the mirror in an attempt to hold onto something. “too much, satoru, t’much.”

poor you, his baby looks so tired and fucked out

with a sarcastic sigh, he kisses the pads of your shoulders, then bites the knot of your black bikini until the material falls to the ground

your breasts are now free from its confines, and his rough hands reach to fondle them

you expect him to grip it possessively like how he always does, but instead, he massages them with tender care, whispering sweet nothings in your ear

one of his hands reach over to where your hands are, looping it through your fingers while his thrust slows down

he forms a tantalizing pace of hitting deep before pulling out in a such slow, torturous fashion then slamming back in until he bottoms out in one thrust

it’s dirty, lewd, and still very much wrong — but it feels so right and it’s rare that gojo ever listens to you so you find it romantic

gojo isn’t the least bit apologetic when you’re both kicked out from the shop

because in the end, he won, and he holds your shopping bag with the cum-stained black bikini proudly all the way back to his car

[thedanoriddler]

✨ Being In A Relationship With Edward Nashton - Headcanons ✨

A/N: This is just some basic headcanons, I’m accepting requests and also working on an 18+ post! These are very general, I’ll do more specific ones later!

Warning(s): implied adult stuff but not in too much detail. Also brief mention of stalking but it’s Eddie lmfao what are we expecting

Oh boy where do we start with this one

We all know that this man would adore the FUCK out of you. Like he would literally worship everything about you, and I do mean everything

You do the smallest thing and he’s just like 😍😍😍

Let’s be honest here, he probably stalked you before you started dating so he knows everything about you

He loves it when you call him Eddie, it makes him feel so warm inside??? And so loved??? But at the same time you’re the only one to call him Eddie, which makes it feel so much more special, like it’s a name just for you to call him

You steal his shirts sometimes to sleep in because they’re large on you and also smell like him, and it drives him nuts to see you in his clothes, it brings out the possessiveness in him

Lying in bed at night, he loves it when he’s got his head on your chest and you’re just running your fingers through his hair 🥺 it definitely helps him sleep at night

But then also sometimes it’s switched and you’re lying on his chest or curled up in his arms, and he feels very protective of you

If you’ve had a nightmare or a bad day, you can usually coax him to sing for you; he’s not exactly the best singer in the whole world, but you love the sound of his voice, especially when he’s singing softly to you in bed to comfort you

Similarly, if he’s had a nightmare or in general has not had a good day, you calm him down by stroking his hair or stroking down his back, humming to him and telling him all about your day

He hates having to get up to go to his “normal” job but it’s worth it when you wake up with him and you do puzzles/riddles over breakfast together

Just in general he loves it when you do puzzles and riddles together, but then he loves doing ANYTHING together (but puzzles/riddles are definitely his favourites)

Best part of the day is undoubtedly coming home and seeing you waiting for him 🥺

You steal his glasses and try them on a lot, and it makes him smile more than it really should

“Holy shit, Eddie, you’re like blind-blind!”

He also feels a certain kind of stirring and EXTREME possessiveness if you’re wearing one of his shirts AND his glasses 👀

Part of the reason he’s so zealous about his Riddler work is because he feels like Gotham doesn’t deserve someone as wonderful as you are - he’s so passionate about making Gotham a better place for you

You know he’s the Riddler - of course you know, he tried to hide it at first but it worked for all of two seconds before you were just like “🤨 really, Eddie, I recognise your glasses AND your riddles”. And at first he panicked that you’d turn him in, or worse that you’ll leave him, but you just shrug because you know it’s important to him and also he kind of does have a point, Gotham is corrupt as hell

So long as he’s being safe, you’re fine with it basically, the last thing you want is him getting hurt or caught (because then you’d be separated, which is a huge nope)

Watching him get super excited and giddy on his Riddler livestreams and low-key feeling super proud of him when you see his views/followers

This man is head over heels for you, he obviously talks about you to his followers (but not by name, he wouldn’t want to risk anyone finding out who you are or coming after you). Lots of “MY GIRLFRIEND” talk and his followers are like “… okay” because they’re not stupid enough to complain lmao (but also the way he talks about you, they love you anyway)

If he ever was to have you appear on a stream, you’d obviously have a mask of your own and a costume so you couldn’t be identified. Chat goes wild at the sight of you whenever you appear

Oh he’s definitely more dominant in the Riddler costume, it translates in exactly the way you think it does in the bedroom (but always in a consenting way, he’s not about to hurt you… at least, not against your will 😉)

Having said that, the only time THAT side of him comes out when he’s not in the Riddler get-up is if you’re both out together and he sees/hears some other guy flirting with you - it makes him FURIOUS, and you know it, because how dare they-

You’re always quick to turn other guys down, you make it clear you’re with someone and don’t want anyone else, but Eddie is SUPER self conscious about himself and it doesn’t take a lot for him to get mad or upset when it comes to other men flirting with you

You reassure him by holding his hand, never leaving his side, and when you’re back home just pressing kisses to his face, reassuring him that you love him, you don’t want anyone else, you’re his and no one else’s, and it’s the same the other way around, he’s yours too

“I love you, only you, Eddie, and you know it”, “I won’t leave you, I promise, I’m here to stay”

That’s when you worship him in bed the most, he deserves to be treated with love and adoration 🥺

To be honest, he would also get VERY aggressive if he thought you were in danger at any point - that’s one of the reasons he becomes Riddler, because the thought of you being caught up in the cesspool of the city and harmed is one of his worst fears

He’s not the most physically strong being but he has some strength, especially when he’s feeling confident in his suit/mask

Some lowlife threatens you on the street? Yeah, they definitely ain’t seeing another day lmfao

Eddie just loves you so much and would do quite literally anything for you without question ❤️

✨ Feel free to send your own requests/headcanons! ✨

[sofreddie]

The Lion's Den - Part 6

Characters: Dean x F!Reader, Crowley

Warnings: Fluff, Smut (Protected Sex, Use of Restraints/Spreader Bars, Teasing, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Use of Safeword, Aftercare, More Smut), Minor Angst

KINK: SPREADER BARS (@anyfandomkinkbingo)

WC: 2707

A/N: Sorry for the delay on this one, hope it was worth the wait. I looked at the word count and realized it's so much longer than the other parts (it just kind of got away from me). And then I realized no one would mind cause it's Dean. LMAO. ALSO, there's a teeny, tiny little foreshadowing perhaps? Can you spot it? Here's a hint, it's an upcoming Kink Bingo square. LOL. Feedback is appreciated. : )

Series Masterlist

Part 5

"Ms. Y/L/N!" Crowley greeted, rising from his usual table in the club and kissing the back of her hand as he ushered her into a seat. "Always a pleasure," he grinned from across the table.

"Mmm, so when am I going to get that date with you?" She teased, sipping from her glass and locking her eyes with his. The charming grin he flashed had her hungry for more.

"You're very persistent," he commented, biting his lip as he shamelessly let his eyes trail over her form. She relaxed in her seat, letting him get his fill.

"I know what I like," she shrugged.

"As do I," Crowley agreed, the two of them sharing a silent moment of secret smiles. The pleasant tension between them was interrupted as the young man, Kevin, came back to Crowley's table, whispering in his ear. Crowley nodded and dismissed him, rising from his seat and offering Y/N his hand.

"Your company for the evening is ready for you," he led her himself this time up the grand staircase and to the hall of rooms, stopping before one of the doors.

"Next weekend," he promised, kissing the back of her hand, "You and I can get...better acquainted."

Y/N swooned at the thought, feeling like she was on cloud nine. She felt a tinge of disappointment at his departure but remembered why she was there. Turning towards the door, she took a deep breath and entered the room.

As the door clicked softly behind her, Y/N's breath caught in her throat at the sight of the man in the room. He was all she could see, stood tall and center, his torso bare and jeans slung low on his hips. His green eyes flashed with mischief as he bit his lip and looked her over like a predator about to devour its prey.

"Y/N," he greeted with a devastating smile. "I'm Dean," he reintroduced, kissing the back of her hand and standing straight once more.

"I remember," she smirked back. Though their previous interaction had only been for seconds at best, it had certainly left an impression. She had heard the buzz over Dean - the most requested of all the men - and she knew whatever came next was going to be noteworthy.

"I've been waiting for this," he admitted, stepping up to her with confidence, his hands landing on her waist. "Been waiting for you."

"Oh?" she asked breathlessly as he turned and moved her where he wanted. She was so entranced by his mesmerizing eyes and touch that it blocked out everything else.

"Mmm," he agreed, his lips finding her neck and kissing up to her ear where he nibbled on the lobe. "I've planned out a really fun time for us. Have to outdo the others, you understand." 

His words were lightly muffled against her skin but she'd heard them clearly, giggling at his playful words and loving that they all seemed to want and enjoy her. He began removing her clothes and she was swept up in his touch, in the heat and pressure of his soft lips on her skin. By the time she was naked, she was already soaked, his wandering lips and hands igniting a fire under her skin.

He gently coaxed her to sit on the end of the bed in the room, the soft sheets cool against her heated flesh. He smirked and stepped over to a table of implements, casting a glance at her over his shoulder before picking one and returning. Her eyes went wide at the object he held and her thighs clenched.

"Ever used one of these?" he asked, holding up the long metal bar with cuffs attached to the middle. She swallowed hard but clenched once more in excitement.

"No," she admitted. "But I have been restrained." 

She thought back on her time with Sam, how nervous she was, but how pleasurable it all felt. It was different, freeing, to hand over the reins to someone, to trust them and let them have their way with you. If it were just a normal guy, she'd probably never consent to such a thing. But being in the club, with these men, gave her a sense of safety to explore herself and her pleasures.

He leaned down to whisper in her ear, his breath causing a few hairs to tickle against her skin, "Would you let me restrain you? Have my way with you?"

Her whole body shivered at his words, a deep moan tearing from her throat and Dean chuckled.

"Yes," she breathily responded, making him chuckle once more.

"Safeword?"

"Colors?" she shrugged and he nodded.

He set the bar beside her on the bed before cupping her face and kissing her soundly. His lips were Heaven, the perfect softness and give as he kissed her deep and with hunger. She could tell he wanted this as much as she did.

His kisses consumed her and he used the momentum to guide her to lay back on the bed. Only then did he break the kiss, but only to trail those perfect lips down her throat and chest. By the time he made it between her legs, she was already squirming with desire.

When he removed himself from her, an involuntary whine left her throat. He chuckled again, and it was both beautiful and infuriating in the best of ways. 

"Ready?" he asked, holding the bar in his hand. 

"Yes."

Dean moved her onto her hands and knees, his touch gentle and guiding. He positioned her legs apart enough to strap each ankle into the ends of the bar. Once secured, she tested the bindings, finding that her legs couldn't move at all, the bar holding her wide open and exposed. 

"Good?" he checked in with her and she agreed, giving a 'green' with a smile. "Now your hands," he insisted, helping her guide her hands between her legs to be bound with the cuffs in the center of the bar.

Once complete, he took a step back, admiring his work. Y/N could see nothing, her body not able to move much at all. Her cheek lay against the bed, her ass high in the air, but she didn't feel panicked. If anything, she felt a little embarrassed at being so utterly exposed.

"You look so fucking hot right now," Dean growled out and her thighs attempted to clench at the sound, to no avail. "All tied up for me...Fuck, I bet you'd look great in rope."

His labored breaths let her know just how into it he was and it made her want to please him even more. She'd never been tied in rope herself, but she had seen a few videos on the topic. With the way Dean was talking, the way he sounded, she'd do literally anything he wanted.

She felt him shift on the bed behind her, his weight sinking the mattress a little between her legs. When his warm hands landed on her ass, she moaned, the firm massage he gave her cheeks introducing her to his touch. He moved one hand, teasing his finger along her rim and down through her aching and dripping pussy.

She bucked at the touch and Dean hummed at the wetness he found there. He continued teasing her, his finger running through her lips but not touching any of her most sensitive areas. He gently flicked her clit and she jumped at the sudden sensation, making him laugh before he slid a single digit deep into her core.

They moaned in tandem at the feel, Dean slowly working and feeling her inside, watching as her hips began to buck and bounce. He added a second, her pussy stretching to accommodate him. She moaned louder, trying to buck harder for more pressure, more speed, just more. But Dean was insistent on taking his time, teasing her.

"Dean!" Y/N whined, trying to buck against him. He slowly removed his fingers, her whine coming forth again.

"Color," he demanded, hands soothing over her ass.

"Wha- green," she swallowed, wriggling her hips. "Please..."

He chuckled, leaning forward and blowing a stream of air from her asshole down over her wet folds and to her clit. Hands planted on her cheeks, he repeated the same path, this time with his tongue, firm and slow against her, licking up her slick in its wake.

He pulled back, humming and licking his lips, before diving in once more. His grip tightened on her ass, holding her open as he circled his tongue around her clit, then drove deep into her, gathering her slick from the source.

Words escaped her completely as Dean set in, the sounds of his slurping and smacking lips enhancing the feel of his warm, wet tongue devouring her. She'd never had someone eat her out so enthusiastically and he was skilled. 

Just as she felt a climax cresting, her hands clamped around the bar between her legs in anticipation, he pulled away. Her breath punched from her, feeling incredible and bereft all at once. 

"You taste so damn good, Y/N," Dean spoke with a deep, gravelly tone. 

He leaned over her from behind, kissing along her lower back to her ass and nipping at the plump flesh. She bucked and squirmed, that damn amused chuckle reaching her ears.

"Please, please," she shamelessly begged, her core throbbing and dripping.

"Mmm, you beg so pretty, Babygirl." 

A heartbeat later she was rewarded with Dean's cock breaching her entrance, her body so very eager and ready for him. She had no idea when he'd managed to get undressed and don a condom, but she didn't care. She was panting, the sudden fullness of him making her elated and overwhelmed all at once. He was large and long, filling her completely and in this position, she felt like he was splitting her open, and it was fucking perfect.

"Relax," he urged, kissing along her shoulders and biting down a little, making her gasp and buck. He sat back up, hands on her hips, pulling back slowly, he slammed back home, making her scream out. Instantly setting a brutal pace, he fucked her hard, her body having nowhere to go, held in place to take him again and again.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as her first orgasm washed over her, mouth hung open in a silent scream. When she could draw a breath, it was deep, immediately released in a pleasured scream, her body shaking with the intensity of it.

But he didn't stop.

If anything, he got faster.

He shifted his hips, his grip tightening. The growls he gave with each thrust were one of the most erotic sounds she'd ever heard. Another thrust and he hit her g-spot, making her cry out, squeezing her eyes shut as she came hard a second time.

"Fuck, you feel so. good." Dean moaned, leaning over her to adjust his angle once more, still pounding away with no end in sight. She careened into another orgasm or continued from the last, the pleasure mixed with pain making her body sing. 

Her throat was raw and dry, her body spasming but she couldn't get enough, and apparently, neither could he. The whole mood shifted when a sudden aching cramp took hold of her thigh, making her scream out in a way that immediately caught Dean's attention. He slowed his pace and it was enough for her to catch her breath and call out.

"R-red," she uttered, in pain and feeling terrible at having to stop, but the cramp in her leg wouldn't relent, clenching the muscle hard and painfully. 

Dean worked fast and in a second, had her hands and ankles released, flipping her to her back to check on her. He leaned over her, cupping her face, the look of concern there would've melted her heart. But her hands immediately went to her thigh, clutching it tightly.

"Cramp," she complained through clenched teeth.

Dean didn't hesitate, his eyes following her hands and moving them out of the way as he gently massaged the muscles in her leg, up and down, easing the cramp and tension. His strong fingers worked at the muscle, digging just right and rubbing with his palm to work away the pain. His fingers were slightly calloused and she wondered how he had a working man's hands in this profession. But they felt perfect, relaxing her, taking away the pain, and reigniting her desire all at once as she relaxed back into the bed with a content sigh.

"Thank you," she rasped and Dean jumped from the bed, fetching a bottle of water and laying on the bed beside her as he helped her sit up and drink it. She smiled meekly at him as she sipped, handing it back to him and laying back against the sheets.

"Are you alright?" he asked, that sweet look still on his face, his eyes bright and shining with worry. She absolutely understood why he was a favorite.

"I'm fine," she nodded, "I'm sorry-"

"No, you have nothing to be sorry about. If anything, I'm sorry I pushed you that far."

"You didn't," she laughed and he perked up at the sound. "It was just a cramp. It was pretty intense," she laughed, the euphoric feeling washing over her again. "Maybe we could go again, except I can see you this time?"

A grin broke out on his face as he climbed over her, settling between her legs, "Now, that I can do."

Dean moved his arm under one of her legs, his hand splayed on her lower back as he tilted her hips. He slid inside with a groan, her core drenched and walls quaking upon his reentrance.

She was so grateful she got to see him. Especially like this. His mouth hung open, his eyes fluttering, cheeks reddened and she could tell he was enjoying her as much as she was enjoying him, which only made it that much hotter.

Her hands roamed up his arms and stopped on his muscular shoulders. She smiled coyly at him, pursing her lips as she locked eyes with his stunning emerald orbs. 

"Fuck me, Dean."

He gave a crooked smirk before plunging deep and hard, working himself up to a steady pace, though it was less intense than before. She clung on for dear life as he drove them both higher, his hips slapping hard against hers, his hand holding her hips in place. Her eyes devoured his body, the muscle movements, the sheen of sweat, his plump lips that got redder from biting as he tried to hold himself back. 

The fact that he was working so hard to retain and control his own pleasure in wake of hers was even more erotic, shooting her ever closer to her climax as she clung to him desperately.

"I'm gonna cum," she moaned out, locking eyes with him once more. He nodded, shifting his hips and finding her g-spot once more, driving fast and hard to get her over that edge.

She went with stars in her eyes, her head thrown back, allowing the loud moans of pleasure to escape as she screamed her release to the sky. Dean pumped a few more times, his head dropping to the crook of her neck as he held her tight and came with a muffled cry. It was intense enough that she could feel it even though the condom, the spurts of it jolted her body, his cock throbbing against her rippling walls.

"I can see why you're everyone's favorite," Dean smirked as he removed himself, tossing the condom away and dropping onto the bed beside her with a dramatic sigh. She turned to look at him with a giggle, him smiling in return, and she loved the easy and casual feel of it all.

"Well, I could say the same. And you're definitely worth the wait," she countered, Dean beaming as he leaned in to cup her face and kiss her sweetly, sharing in the post-coital bliss. It would probably take a while for the two of them to come down. As he kissed her breathless, she suddenly wondered if she could book him just a little bit longer.

PART 7

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Omg I think I'm requesting smut with wrong characters, it's so embarrassing, so i'm gonna ask you again :')

Can I request a Gojo smut without his blindfold + teasing + voyeurism? Thaaank youuu soo muchhh besto friendo=)

sensei

gojo satoru x f!reader x itadori yuuji

synopsis: satoru teaches an inexperienced yuuji how to properly fuck his girlfriend after hearing him make several inappropriate comments about her — and accidentally discovers a raging voyeurism kink

t/w: nsfw 18+, aged! up! yuuji!, voyeurism, virgin yuuji, mild teasing, fingering, oral sex (fem receiving), masturbation (male), mild bondage, threesome? yeah kinda

w/c: 1.9k

a/n: hey best friend!! don’t be embarrassed it’s all good <3 you didn’t give me much storyline so i really took some liberties with it lmao i hope you don’t mind (u want voyeurism i give u voyuerism)

yuuji never expected to be in the situation he was currently in, his mouth hanging open in shock as he observed the scene in front of him. you were completely bare, shackled to the bedposts with your puffy lips parted in a perfect “o”. he never intended for things to go this far — he really didn’t think a few harmless comments about how hot his teacher’s girlfriend was would get him here.

but satoru didn’t take yuuji’s lewd comments about you casually, and he planned to make the pink-haired boy follow through with every statement he’d ever made.

“why are you so shy all of the sudden?” satoru prodded, walking to the other side of the room and sliding into a velvety chair, “you seemed so confident when you said you would ‘rail the hell out of her’ earlier”.

“no- sensei- i, uh-,” yuuji was an embarrassed and scrambled mess, his brain practically imploding as he tried to make sense of his current situation.

“you said, and i quote: ‘i’d eat that pussy like it’s my last meal’ and ‘bro i’d fuck her so hard her legs would stop working’” satoru raised an eyebrow at him, “here’s your opportunity to do just that”.

yuuji swallowed thickly, his eyes glazing over your body as he drank up every one of your curves. his sensei was instructing him to have sex with his girlfriend while he watched, wasn’t this kind of fucked up?

“wow yuuji~ you really said those things?” your light, nonchalant voice startled him.

“i uh-,” yuuji was still at a loss for words, wiping his sweaty palms on the back of his uniform.

“uh- what? is it because you don’t actually know how to do any of those things? is that why you’re so hesitant?” satoru was getting mildly impatient, but he was enjoying how flustered the younger boy was.

“um, no i- yeah... i don’t know how,” yuuji admitted — he had zero experience in bed, but the tightness in his pants was attempting to convince him otherwise.

“i’ll walk you through it, how does that sound?” satoru’s voice had a coaxing effect to it, and between that and yuuji’s growing member he was really considering going along with this whole thing.

“isn’t this weird, sensei? i’m... not sure,” he gave satoru one last glance of hesitation.

“it’s only weird if you make it weird,” satoru shrugged, “now get on the bed yuuji. she’ll be good for you, and i’ll tell you what to do”.

yuuji couldn’t believe himself when he started walking forward, slipping off his shoes and climbing onto the edge of the bed. seeing your body up close sent adrenaline pumping through his body, his uniform pants becoming uncomfortably tight at this point.

“good,” satoru cooed, “now, she likes to be teased, so we’ll start small. go ahead and feel her, i bet she’s already drenched for you”.

yuuji lifted a shaky hand, reaching forward and pressing two of his fingers along your glossy folds. satoru had been right, they were slimy and wet and his fingers were practically engulfed by your entrance. he sucked in a dry breath when he felt your walls clench around his fingers, his dick twitching in his trousers.

“so eager,” satoru clicked his tongue, “slide your fingers in and curl them up before pulling them out again, she’ll like that”.

yuuji was a quick learner, stroking his fingers into you with completely fluidity and causing a few whines to leave your mouth. earning those noises from you and hearing the squelches of his fingers in your cunt went straight to his head, and he knew instantly that he wanted to hear more of that.

“try using your mouth, yuuji,” satoru continued to instruct him, an uncomfortable tightness forming in his own pants as he watched you squirm in bed with another man.

he clenched his fingers at his sides, not allowing himself to jerk off to something like this. yuuji dipped his head down and immediately locked his mouth onto your cunt. you reacted with a few twitches, the boy’s rough and inexperienced tongue sending jolts through your sensitive body. his laps were choppy and uneven, but it felt good none the less and you were trying not to squeeze his face between your thighs.

“okay yuuji, take a breath,” satoru coerced him to stop after a few minutes, “use your hand again”.

the pink-haired boy pulled himself out of your legs, his chin coated in a thick layer of gooey saliva. he wiped the mess onto his sleeve, reaching back down to your cunt with his other hand. he had foggy, lusty eyes now; his nerves subsiding and his comfort increasing as you rewarded his actions with pretty sounds.

satoru was biting down on his bottom lip so hard he swore he could taste iron, his hands clenching in his lap as he tried to refrain from touching himself. he had every intention of teasing and embarrassing yuuji, but he never planned to enjoy watching it this much. there was something about the inexperienced boy making hasty touches to your body that was clouding his head with fervor.

yuuji had been going at it with his fingers for a while now, and you were a squirming mess of pleads for more. his hands and his tongue felt good, but because of his lack of experience, none of it was enough to push you to an orgasm. you needed more — you needed someone to fuck you and you didn’t care who it was.

“i think she’s warmed up enough,” satoru finally interjected, making yuuji pause and look to his sensei for direction, “you’re gonna fuck her now”.

yuuji face paled, his nerves spiking and his cock twitching in anticipation, “you- you’re gonna tell me what to do, right?”

“of course,” satoru hummed, “but we can’t do much until you take your clothes off”.

yuuji was in no way insecure about his body; he was ridiculously muscular and well-built and his body had some pretty nice definition right now. that being said, taking off his clothes in front of his teacher and having eyes on his back while he had sex for the first time was still incredibly intimidating — intimidating but also exhilarating and part of was actually kind of excited.

satoru watched with steady eyes as the other man stripped off his clothes, his swollen cock finally bursting free and dripping with glossy precum. yuuji had watched more than enough porn to understand the basics, climbing back onto the bed and positioning himself between your waist — but after that he looked to his teacher for guidance.

“she’s soaking wet for you, yuuji, it’ll slide right in,” he gave him an encouraging nod, still watching from the corner of the bedroom.

yuuji swallowed hard, wrapping his fingers around his girthy cock and positioning himself so he was prodding against your entrance. instinctive flinches leapt from your body, your fingers twitching and mouth parting open in a gasp. when he finally thrusted himself inside, a high-pitched moan ripped through your throat. your boyfriend was certainty blessed in terms of length, but yuuji’s cock was thick.

“now grab her legs and roll your hips so you move in and out. though i’m sure this isn’t your first time fucking something,” satoru let the snarky comment leave his mouth as he shifted uncomfortably in his chair, brushing his finger tips over the head of his still-clothed member.

yuuji barely noticed satoru’s voice now, his brain flooded with how good your hot, sticky cunt felt wrapped around his dick. his sensei wasn’t wrong, he’d shamefully fucked his pillow a few times in the past but shit, that completely paled in comparison to this. he quickly picked up a decent pace, his hips slamming into your legs with every thrust.

satoru was pushed over the edge by what was occurring in front of him, the older man unzipping his pants and letting his own cock finally spring free. he wiped his fingers over the sensitive tip, collecting the precum and smearing it down his shaft. a throaty groan quietly left his lips, his body warm with pleasure now that he was finally touching himself.

he threw his head back in bliss at the feeling of his hand around his cock and the sensual combination of you and yuuji’s moans. his hips rocked back and forth as his fucked himself into his hand, his eyes focused intently on yuuji’s erratic thrusts.

“you’re doing so well, yuuji,” he cooed at the pink-haired boy and then at you, “how do you think he’s doing, love?”

“ah- so good! so good, yuuji!” you stammered, your words coming out somewhere between a yelp and a whimper.

his face grew red but his chest swelled with pride at the sudden praises; he liked being told how good he was doing.

satoru coached him through a couple more positions, his hand still grasped around his own cock and pumping hard as he did. the tip of his member was puffy, red, and begging for any kind of release. and coincidentally, yuuji was hitting his breaking point as well.

“ah- sensei, i think i might come already,” he mumbled, slight embarrassment laced through his words.

“that’s okay,” satoru reassured him, standing from his seat and approaching the side of the bed, “but make sure you pull out when you come, yeah? she likes it when you finish all over her tits”.

you weren’t even cognizant of their conversation, head wheeling with pleasure and adrenaline flowing through your veins as you felt satoru’s hands cup your breasts and yuuji’s cock continue to pound into your cunt. it was an overwhelming bliss, having both of their attention on you at once.

your boyfriend released your breasts after rolling your nipples between his fingers a few times, retuning his hand back to aching member. he started to pump himself at a quick pace again, heavy sighs falling from his lips.

“tell me when your going to come, yuuji, okay?”

the younger male gave him a hasty nod and a grunt of confirmation, a couple beads of sweat rolling down his brow bone. he might have been able to last a little longer if it weren’t for your sudden orgasm ripping through your body — your warm walls contracting against his cock and gorgeous mewls leaking from your lips. he was lucky if he lasted another thirty seconds after that, whining a strangled, “now,” as he removed himself from your cavern and let ropes of white fly across your abdomen.

satoru ensured his release occurred at the same time, letting out a deep groan as he sprayed his seed all over your chest and face. globs of white coated your skin from multiple directions, leaving you sticky and tired with nothing but heavy pants audible from around you.

after he recovered from his climax, satoru instructed yuuji to follow him to the bathroom — handing him a wet, soapy towel as well as a dry one, “never forget to clean up afterwards”.

yuuji took every piece of advice seriously, cleaning up your body with the soapy cloth and then drying you off with the other one. as he finished dabbing your skin dry, satoru undid your shackles and let your wrists fall back to your sides.

you curled your shaky legs into your chest, a soft smile on your face as you looked at yuuji, “we might have to invite him over more often, satoru”.