#my ears are so picky maybe more than my tongue is

[sleepless-crows]

i feel so bad that i find it so hard to get into my country's songs akhsksbskx like theyre so good !!! but i just aksbskbs i cant find what i like

[pparadiselost]

dressed to kill.

various (hinata shoyo, kageyama tobio, tsukishima kei, kuroo tetsurou) x fem reader haikyuu men and the lingerie/costumes they like to see on you. warning(s): nsfw dividers: cafekitsune. minors do not interact.

HINATA SHOYO + BABYDOLLS

hinata shoyo is not a picky man. 

he’s a great boyfriend, someone who wants you to feel confident in your own skin and show off your own style. he always hypes you up no matter what you’re wearing, and the fact that he’s genuine about every compliment he gives you only adds to how much of a sweet lover he is.

but if there is one singular thing that he would get on his hands and knees to beg you to wear is nothing more than a babydoll lingerie dress.

something about them just has him going wild. it’s like he can’t think straight anymore, his usually quick brain fried into a horny hum of nothingness when he imagines you all dolled up in the sheer material. his rationale goes straight out the window and his cock takes the wheel, throbbing and aching and needing to get his hands all over your body as soon as possible.

maybe it’s how innocent it makes you look, the fabric flaring around your hips and covering the upper part of your thighs, leaving your bare legs to tease his imagination. maybe it’s how the upper half hugs your body so snugly, the thin cloth barely covering your tits and your nipples poking through if he stares hard enough. it’s really all in the balance, making your beauty shine while leaving just enough to have his imagination wandering. 

it’s almost embarrassing how often he’s jerked off to this fantasy. all of his characteristic sunny swagger is gone when he buys you your first dress and asks you to wear it, sounding more like a teenage boy about to lose his virginity rather than your energetic boyfriend. but it’s like a switch flips in his brain the very second you agree, and without a chance for you to reconsider, he throws you down in bed.

he shoves his face right in between your legs, and his mouth goes straight to where he’s been itching to be throughout this whole ordeal. the translucent material of your lingerie drapes over his head like a veil as he presses hungry kisses to your pussy. he swirls the broad of his tongue over your pulsing hole, loving the way you suck in a sharp breath and shudder. he’s going to make sure to do you right, to fuck you right, for indulging him so well.

“fuck- you have no idea what you’re doing to me right now,” he laughs against your cunt, sounding like a man starved. he might as well be, with how messily he’s eating you out. he smacks his lips, the wet sound of your juices coating his tongue and lips echoing throughout your shared bedroom. “shit- you’re fucking perfect… my pretty girl, being so good for me.”

you unconsciously clench your thighs around his head when he sucks on your clit. heat shoots all throughout your belly, and you’re sure you’re going to ruin the sheets with how much your pussy’s leaking. he takes turns toying with your puffy clit and teasing the outline of your hole until you’re begging incoherently for him to just do something to you already. your pussy can’t take being teased like this.

“fuck me! please fuck me, shoyo-,” you’re almost sobbing, the hem of your babydoll scrunched up in shoyo’s hands as he grips at your thighs to keep them pried apart. it leaves your exposed cunt at his complete mercy, and even thinking about that fact on its own has your walls throbbing and clenching painfully on itself. “anything- your tongue, fingers, cock- anything! please- need you inside me so bad, sho…”

“don’t worry.” he presses a quick kiss to your clit, the shaky moan you reward with him like honey to his ears. “i’ll get there. but fuck… you look so pretty… i want to take my time with you.”

you’re sure he’s going to leave bruises on your thighs from how hard he’s gripping you, his calloused fingers digging into your soft flesh. but everything about him is so arousing, and you’re equally as drunk off of him as he is to you. shoyo thinks he’s died and gone to whatever version of heaven there might be. placebo effect be damned, he swears on his life that your pussy tastes so much sweeter whenever he eats you out while you’re wearing your dress.

“got yourself all pretty for me, didn’t you? you knew that i would like this, that i’d want to fuck you senseless after seeing you in it. was that your plan from the start?” hinata asks breathlessly. he swallows back more of your slick, and his cock keens inside of his pants, his tip sticky and swollen and wanting literally any form of attention. but he can push that aside for now. now, he wants to enjoy the sight laid out before him, of your already fucked out face and your body covered in the delicate lace and sheer fabric he’s dreamt of, legs spread out the way he likes it and pussy drooling for no one but him. 

knowing that you put this on for him, that you dressed up for him, that you wanted to look good for him makes his dick so hard that it hurts. he promises to himself that he’s going to buy out some poor lingerie store’s entire stock just to see you in different colors and materials, and he’s going to fuck your brains out in each and every single one of them until you’re sick of even the letter ‘b’ in babydoll. 

“gonna make you cum on my tongue, yeah? love making you fall apart on my mouth,” he breathes against your cunt. he chuckles when he can feel you clenching up around his tongue, flicking at your hole and making your toes curl. “gonna fuck you on my cock after that then, doll. that sound good to you? gonna make you cum and squirt so you know just how badly all of this gets to me.”

this is going to become a bad habit of his, more addictive than anything else he could imagine, only making his obsession with everything that has to do with you so much worse.

KAGEYAMA TOBIO + ANYTHING WITH WHITE LACE

as much as kageyama tobio hates to admit it, he undeniably has a bit of a romantic streak. his love for volleyball, his dedication to bettering himself, his constant search for the one that continues to challenge him to unseen heights: it all points to the unending ache in his heart that searches for someone to be by his side.

only a part of that desire gets quenched when he falls for you. you were his first, and he’s determined to make you his last. it’s only logical, in his mind, that seeing you in white is enough to awaken something like a sleeper agent inside of him. it makes you think of the day you’ll be decked from head to toe in a beautiful white dress and a lacy white veil, and he’ll stare at you as if he’s falling in love all over again, barely holding back his tears as he waits for you to meet him at the altar.

it’s not his fault that he wants to make that dream a reality so badly. you can feel the way kageyama stiffens and struggles to meet your eyes whenever you wear white around him, be it anything from a simple pajama t-shirt to something more formal. it drives him wild, and it makes him want to eat you up, to pin you down and drink up the sight of you in that pretty color, to let whatever restraint left inside of him go completely.

it takes him a surprisingly long time for him to actually bring the idea of lingerie to you. it becomes a bit of a guilty secret of his. he buys all sorts of pretty, lacy white bras, crotchless panties, and matching sets, only to get shy and hide it away in his closet. it’s not that he doesn’t trust you, but he wonders if he’s ramping things up too quickly, if his love might become smothering to you.

but if anything, you’re worse than he is. you’re more than happy to don whatever piece he sheepishly offers up to you, and seeing you baring yourself up to him in the lingerie he could only fantasize about makes his throat close up. blood rushes to his cock, hardening almost too quickly for him to process, and his dick feels like it’s about to explode. he whines when you press up against him and coo something sweetly towards him. your hands rub against the bulge in his pants as you press your clothed tits against his chest, his cock twitches painfully when he notices the way the lace trim moves with the plush flesh.

it’s bad. he begs you to ride him, to take his cock so he can see your entire body covered in the lacy material that mimics bridalwear so temptingly. he likes hooking his fingers around the waistline of your panties just to feel the lace ride against his skin.

“so pretty- looks so good on you-,” he slurs as you buck your hips. you grin down at him, loving how fucked out and pussy drunk he looks, the way he cries out whenever you slide down his length and let his cock breach your tight hole. “gonna cum just from staring at you… fuck, you’re so fucking tight…!”

“do you like how i look?” you reach for his wrists, and kageyama feels like he’s going to die when you glide his large, calloused palms over the curve of your hips. he gropes at your figure, moaning loudly when he can feel the white fabric moving underneath his knuckles. you smile down at him, and you make sure to bounce your tits in his face to give your boyfriend a good show. “you wanted me to wear this for you, didn’t you?”

he nods frantically. his balls are straining against your ass, and your pussy won’t quit clenching up around him. he wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but he didn’t think you would take his thinly veiled fetish and turn it immediately against him. “you look good- look so, so good- wanna cum inside you…”

“yeah?” you repeat. you drag his hands up to your breasts, the white lace barely covering your hardened nipples. you groan his name when he touches you, his fingers pinching at your nipples and desperately squeezing at your tits. “you wanna cum inside of me while i’m wearing this? is that why you’re so hard right now? your cock’s so hard inside of me, tobio… feels so good when i ride it.”

he clenches his eyes shut at your praise, and satisfaction stirs deep inside of you when his cock twitches in your pussy. you speed up your pace a little bit, and his moans grow high-pitched, his hands gripping onto your chest to ground himself to no avail. heat blooms all over his body, and he can’t hold on much longer. your body feels too good. your pussy’s melting his dick, squeezing him into utter submission. knowing that you’re more than willing to let his lovesick fantasies play out makes him want to fuck his cock so deep and hard into you, to stuff his cum all up into your womb until it leaks out of you and drips down your thighs into a sticky mess.  

you click your tongue down at him. “eyes open, tobio. you’re the one that wanted to see me in this lingerie… don’t tell me that you’re chickening out now.”

“don’t- don’t tease me-,” he pants, the ragged edge in his voice has the arousal in your gut churning. he glares up at you, and the hunger and barely concealed restraint in his eyes are almost palpable. 

his hands drop from your chest down to your hips. he drags your hips up his swollen length and then forces you all the way down, snapping his hips up so that his whole, thick cock plows its way into you. red, hot electric pleasure shoots up your spine, and he manages to rip a strangled cry of his name out of you.

“is this what you wanted?” kageyama hisses. “i can play this game with you. don’t blame me if i end up knocking you up after all of this.” 

TSUKISHIMA KEI + MAID COSTUMES

despite his uptight, holier-than-thou attitude he displays at times, tsukishima kei can’t deny the simpler pleasures of seeing his pretty girlfriend dressed up in a frilly maid costume with a short, short skirt. he is just a man, at the end of the day, and something about coming home after a long shift at the museum to see you greet him in the cute costume with your hair and makeup all done for him makes his body flush. 

you’re so eager to shower him with attention, to help him unwind, to call him “sir” and “master kei” in that singsong voice of yours, and you prancing around in front of him and accidentally flashing him your dainty panties whenever the skirt bounces up too high is only the beginning.

part of him wants to shove the tiny skirt up to your waist and bending you over on the nearest surface to fuck you out on his cock, hearing you choke out his name just so he can shove his fingers into your mouth and scold you about not using the proper honorifics with him. another part of him wants to take his time with you, to feel you shudder as he slowly drags his lithe fingers up your thighs, unwrapping you like his own personal present, and making you suck him off while still fully dressed all so he can cum on your costume and hear you squeal about the mess he’s making. 

it’s not like he’s pressed for time now that he’s done with work. there’s no need to pick between the two equally tempting options when he can just do both with you.

“what a messy maid i’ve got here… you’re drooling all over me. can’t take it?” a big hand tugs at your hair, surprisingly gentle despite the harsh edge to his words. you’re struggling to fit more of tsukishima’s long cock into your mouth without using your hands, tied behind your back with a white bow that matches the rest of the decorations on your maid costume. 

you swallow around him. your mouth feels so full with his length, his girth already making you struggle to wrap your lips around him fully. you like it though, you like testing your limits like this, the warm tightness of your mouth and throat serving to pleasure tsukishima the best you can. after all, a maid’s job is to live for whatever her master wants, isn’t it?

you gag slightly on his dick when tsukishima tries to push you down a bit deeper. saliva dots the edges of your lips and coats his throbbing length. you mimic the motion of sex the best you can, bobbing your head up and down as much of him as you can possibly take. you flutter your eyelashes up at him sweetly, despite the fact that you’re blowing him off and looking more like a pornstar than you are a truly innocent maid. but it’s you, and that’s what matters more than anything else to tsukishima. 

“there’s a good girl…,” he coos down at you, and the loose smirk hanging off of his lips makes your pussy throb. it’s always hard to tell when he’s genuinely praising you versus when he’s only pretending to, but it turns you on so badly to know that he’s the one in control of everything. you slobber shamelessly around him as you daydream about how good it would feel to take his thick cock inside of your pussy. he would stretch you out so good, and just the thought of cumming and creaming on his dick makes you drool that much harder around him, like a dog to a bone.

he keeps twitching and pulsing inside of your mouth, and you know he’s close from how he’s gripping your hair and his low groans. you want it. you want him to cum inside of your mouth, and you want to swallow it all. but he has other plans in mind, and despite how expertly you swirl your tongue around his sensitive head and moan at the salty taste of his pre-cum spreading all over the inside of your cheeks and in the back of your throat, tsukishima refuses to give you the satisfaction of the heady taste of his semen flooding your mouth. 

he yanks himself out of your mouth, and you whine, your throat and mouth deprived of him. you stick your tongue out, feeling like a kid with their toy stolen away, and you wiggle your hips unconsciously, arousal dripping from between your thighs and surely making a mess out of your thin panties. 

“ah, ah, not so quick,” the blond laughs down at you breathlessly. you watch with deprived and enchanted eyes as he finishes himself off, denying yourself even the pleasure of drinking his cum, and you let out a pathetic whimper when he cums on you instead. his hot cum burns your skin, hot and sticky and heavy, and it goes all over your face, your skimpily clothed chest, into your hair, and enough to flood your senses. 

you lick at your lips, the salty taste not quite enough to satisfy you completely. you need more, you want all of it inside your pussy, you’re not going to be happy with being teased and having your prize dangled in front of your eyes tantalizingly. tsukishima knows this, and he knows that a good maid should never get all needy in front of her master.

he grips your face as you try to wipe and collect his cum to lick off of your fingers. you look like a disaster, your costume now askew and his cum staining so much of your body. 

“did you actually think you deserve my cum, sweetheart?” he asks, eyes narrowing slightly into a dark sneer. you barely suppress a shudder as his cock slowly hardens again, and it might just be your imagination but it looks thicker, longer, harder than it was mere minutes ago. he smiles mockingly at you as if he can detect your anticipation mixed with fear. “my messy maid… if you want it that badly, you’re going to have to work a little bit harder for it.”

KUROO TETSUROU + PLAYBOY BUNNY

kuroo tetsurou wasn’t always the silver-tongued, handsome man he is today. people always laugh when he recounts his younger days, especially when he was nothing more than a nerdy high schooler with horrible bedhead, an affinity for chemistry, and an incessant love for his school’s volleyball team. he doesn’t have too much trouble garnering attention nowadays, but there was a point in his life when all he had to quell his own confusing teenager hormones was a pile of trusty playboy magazines stashed discreetly underneath his bed. 

it makes his cheeks prickle with embarrassment to think too long about the scantily dressed women in all of the pictures and pin-ups, worn out after years of use, but he’d be lying if he said seeing the models dressed up in the signature bunny custom didn’t do something to his adolescent mind. even though it’s so lewd, there’s something classy about the way the costume accentuates the figure and leaves just enough covered for the imagination.

it’s no wonder that that became his first pick when the idea of dressing up for him came up. and god, the sight of you shyly approaching him in the same costume that became such a staple in his heart makes him want to eat you up whole. nothing you do can cover yourself from his hawk-like eyes, and seeing you squirm and trying to hide under your hands or arms makes him want to turn you into a mess where you can’t hide any part of yourself from him.

“mmm… it fits you perfectly, doll,” a low voice rasps from behind you. kuroo’s thick thighs make the perfect seat for you, and your stomach does a flip when you can feel the tent in his pants rubbing up against your ass. the leather of the costume’s main piece does wonders to your body. they push up your tits perfectly, and that coupled with a pair of sensual black stockings, red bottom heels (which kuroo generously paid for which earned him a long lecture from you after you saw the price tag), and the cutest little bunny tail on your ass makes you the vision of a wet dream come true. 

he grips your hips, big hands feeling up the curves of your waist and ass. he rocks you back and forth on his bulge, and you’re rewarded with a groan from somewhere deep in his throat when he feels the electric sparks of having his favorite girl grinding against his erection. you pick up the rhythm, rocking your hips against him, the act so desperate and so carnal despite the layers of clothing between the two of you.

“you have- hah- no fucking clue how long i’ve imagined you like this-,” kuroo chuckles. his big palms go from your waist up to your chest, and your breath hitches in your throat when you feel his calloused fingers hover over your tits. goosebumps dot your skin as he starts to slowly grope your chest, earning you yet another provocative moan from him when he keeps rutting into the soft flesh of your ass.

you bite down on your bottom lip, grinding down on him to stimulate your clit. it feels good, the dull blooms of pleasure doing wonders for the heat creeping all over your body. the idea of cumming untouched like this makes your head spin, and you want it more than anything else. you want your hole to become a leaking, cock-hungry mess all from dressing up in a lewd bunny costume for kuroo and from humping into each other like animals in heat. you know it’s going to make being fucked out his cock eventually feel that much better. 

“please, tetsu-,” you whine, your nails digging into his forearms. your voice is high strung and strained, whiny and girly just the way he likes it best. “wanna cum- wanna cum for you… you feel so big already… wanna take your cock inside me too…!”

“yeah? you want that too? keep talking like that, and i’ll fucking lose it for real…,” he grunts. you yelp when he bites down on your shoulder, sharp teeth marking up your unmarked skin and the sudden sting has your cunt clenching up painfully. the thrums of arousal thrashing in your core are all your mind can grip onto, and the shape of kuroo’s cock straining against his pants and grinding into your swollen clit makes your whole body feel weak.

you’re glad kuroo’s enjoying this so much, that he can prop your body up the way he wants you to. he’s so strong even in the midst of this sex-induced haze, and knowing that he has nothing but this kind of insane desire for you makes you feel almost giddy. it’s nice; it’s powerful to know that you have this effect on him. 

“gonna cum for me, bunny? while you’re all dressed up and pretty in my lap?” kuroo laughs. you nod, the faux ears atop your head threatening to go askew. his hands massage at your chest, every part of your body egging him on constantly. he kisses over the bite marks he left on you, the switch between loving appreciation and starved lust telling you everything you need to know about how this whole thing with him is going to end.

it’s a no-brainer that he thinks you look absolutely ravishing in his favorite outfit, but he swears that the costume is gonna look even better when it’s all crumpled on the floor, your naked body bared all for him. you’re going to look so cute, so innocent, and so adorable bouncing in his lap as he pinches your nipples from behind, that teasing tone of his pushing you towards an unending series of orgasms. kuroo can’t wait to feel you fall apart in his arms, to feel your helpless pussy fucked out on his cock. 

“that’s my girl,” he praises you, voice hushed and sultry. “my pretty, obedient bunny. cum all you want. gonna make sure that’s all you do for the next little while…”

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[zorosleftshoe]

Hiyaa, can I request a Colby Brock x fem!reader? :))

So basically you are chilling on his bed scrolling through TikTok (the trap house) meanwhile Colby is in the shower, when he finishes he only comes out the bathroom with a towel around his waist making his V-line noticeable and teases you with his abs, muscles etc. And maybe things can get a little heated? It’s fine if your not comfortable writing that so it could just be pure fluff but I have quiet hope 😅❤️

Take your time <33

Temptations - (c.b)

Pairing: Colby Brock x fem!reader

Warnings: smut!, unprotected sex (wrap it up folks!), p in v sex, fingering, minors dni

“Dayday, I’m gonna play this music video for you, look.” The tiktok plays quietly through my phone before the familiar melody of ‘WAP’ begins to play. I continue to scroll through the account, stopping every so often to watch a Tiktok here and there, before I hear the shower turn off.

“Baby, you gotta come watch these TikToks!” I say loudly hoping Colby can hear me through the closed door. As if on cue the bathroom door opens and he steps out. When I catch sight of him I inhale deeply.

His hair is dripping and hanging loosely around his face as he uses his hand to shake it out. The black towel hangs loosely around his hips so his v-line is on full display. I can feel my heart rate begin to pick up as my eyes take in the sight in front of me. The way his skin is glistening with the dampness of the water and the way the towel is sitting just right has me squeezing my thighs together to gain some much needed friction.

“Everything okay over there?” I tear my eyes away from his bare torso to meet the blue eyes already staring at me. “You look a little distracted.” I can tell by the smirk on his face that he knows what he’s doing. He takes a few steps towards me and leans down so his lips are dangerously close to my own.

“Colby.” The warning goes unheard as he closes the gap between us and his lips meet mine. The kiss is slow as he takes his time maneuvering his body over mine on the bed but once he does I can feel his teeth drag across my bottom lip. It was never a battle for dominance with Colby. He would lead and I would succumb to his demands by following. As he pulls back his teeth drag my lip with it only to release it with a soft pop as he moves his hands to the hem of my shirt. “It’s entirely unfair that one of us has more clothes than the other.”

“Mhm.” I hum out as he discards the shirt somewhere in the darkened room. His lips are on mine again as his fingers dig hungrily into my sides and I suppress the moan that nearly escapes through my parted lips.

“Let me hear those pretty little sounds.” His fingertips are dug into my sides to the point I know I’ll have bruises but all I can focus on is the heat of his kisses being pressed against my neck. The way he lingers in one spot long enough before moving to the next. How he nibbles lightly on the skin before sucking deliciously at the sensitive spot he knows all too well and the warmth between my thighs becoming unbearable due to the lack of friction.

“Colby, please.” He nips at my neck once more before I can feel his calloused hand creep up my hip to the flesh of my ribs. “Touch me.” It’s a breathless plea but it falls on deaf ears as Colby’s mouth is still attached to the exposed skin of my neck. “Colbs.” Moving his hands from my rib, he uses his pointer finger to trace the nub of nipple earning a moan in response.

“There she is.” He states proudly. Only looking up at me for a second before leaning closer to my exposed chest and taking my other nipple between his lips.

“Baby.” I whine as he flicks his tongue against the hardened nub and twitch under his touch. He uses his free hand to nudge my underwear down and spread my legs open further to grant him more access.

He teases my entrance with his finger before gently easing it inside. My breathing picks up as he pumps his finger a few times before inserting another and picking up the pace. My soft moans fill the room as his fingers edge me closer and closer to my climax. He uses his thumb to circle the sensitive bud of nerves and I can feel myself getting close.

“I’m close.” He raises his head to lock eyes with me and presses his lips against mine.

“Cum for me, angel.” As the bubbling feeling in my stomach becomes overwhelming I feel myself overcome with pure bliss. “Are you okay, love?” I nod my head before unwrapping the towel from his waist and watching his cock spring free to slap against his stomach. I take him in my hand and pump him a few times before teasing my entrance with his tip. He hisses at the sensation and gently pushes through my folds. “So tight.” He says softly. He stalls for a moment before thrusting all the way in and I let out a cry of a pleasure.

“Don’t stop.” And he obliges. He picks up speed as I lean my head to side and lightly bite into his bicep. He whimpers at contact but continues thrusting into me at a quick pace. I can feel my climax fast approaching as my walls clench around him. “Mm. Love you.” As he pounds into me I reach my second climax and arch up into him. His thrust become sloppy as he reaches his own climax and he collapses onto my chest. I use my hand to brush the hair out his eyes and he smiles up at me before leaning close and connecting our lips.

“You okay? Do you need anything?” I shake my head and wrap my arms around his bare shoulders. “Just cuddles?” Silence answers his question as we lie there in each others arms.

*I don’t usually write smut and I think it shows, so please be gentle with me lol also, the tiktoks that I based this off of are from the account jay.geig18 on Tiktok. Highly recommend watching them if you don’t!

[the-fiction-witch]

What are you doing here? P3

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Aeron Bracken Couple - Aeron X Reader Reader - (OC) Lady Lyanna Blackwood Rating - Smut Word Count - 4477

Aeron let out a needy whimper as she continued to toy with him, teasing him and driving him more and more crazy with every movement of her hand. The feeling of being completely helpless and at her mercy was both thrilling and terrifying at the same time, his heart racing and his breaths coming out in short gasps as he desperately ached to touch her. “Ah… please… this is torture…”

"humm Alright Aeron. you can ask for one thing. One thing only. And whatever it is her can have it. No rules no limits but only one thing" Lyanna cooed,

Aeron felt his mind go completely blank and spin with her words. One thing, her said. No rules, no limits. Just one thing, and it was all his. The possibilities and ideas that flew through his mind were endless, and he desperately tried to pick just one, but his head was swimming with thoughts and desires. After a few moments of trying to gather his words and thoughts, he managed to speak, his voice trembling and breathless. “Can I ask for you lyanna?”

"for me? What exactly did you want from me?"

Aeron swallowed, his mind still reeling from the choices he had to make, but he knew what he wanted, more than anything. He spoke softly, his voice coming out in a shaky whisper as he made his request. “Let me… taste you… please… I can’t stand being this helpless and not being able to touch you or taste you… it’s driving me mad with need…”

"taste?" She chuckled "what part did you want to taste?" She whispered in his ear

Aeron let out a shaky gasp as her whispered in his ear, her voice sending shivers down his spine as her words sent his mind into a frenzy. He imagined tasting every part of her, exploring every inch of her body with his mouth and tongue, but he knew he had to choose just one, and so he spoke, his voice coming out in a needy whine. “Gods…. Your lips… I want to taste your lips… please… just let me taste you lyanna…”

she chuckled "such an innocent little baby" she cooed "come here baby boy" she smirked pulling him into a kiss

Aeron let out a needy moan as her lips connected with his in a deep and hungry kiss, his mind going completely blank as he finally got to taste her after being denied for so long. He kissed her back hungrily, desperately, all the tension and heat within him coming out in that one kiss as he practically melted into her. He felt like he had been starving all this time just for that kiss, and he couldn’t get enough of it, desperately wanting more as he tried to press himself closer to her.

she kept him close but still not completely against her, his hands still restrained behind him, as they kissed heavily she continued her tormenting of him touching and stroking as they kissed

Aeron whined and groaned as her continued to touch and tease him all the while her kissed, and the helplessness of being tied up and unable to touch her sent shivers down his spine and made his head spin. He desperately wanted to touch her, to run his hands over her body and feel her in every way possible, but being tied up like this left him completely at her mercy, and he had no choice but to submit to her entirely. “Gods… please… this is torture…lyly please!” he panted out between kisses.

"ohh Aeron if I wanted to torture you, i’d have tied each of your wrists and ankles to a bedpost, tickled you until you begged for mercy or you lost control completely whichever came first, i’d have spanked you till you where red and bruised, maybe let you kiss me if you where good, made you spill your seed until you where coated in yourself, maybe even let you suckle on my breasts like a good little baby boy, or ride on your... Face or hips I'm not picky" she whispered in his ear clearly just to torment him even more and watching his reaction with each suggestion trying to see which one made him the most excited

Every word her whispered in his ear sent heat coursing through his body, and made his mind spin more and more with need and desire. He wanted all of it, gods he wanted all of it at once, every single one of the things her had whispered to him. The visions her words had caused to appear in his mind were almost too much for him to bear. He whimpered and panted against her, his body trembling and tensing as he tried to form words in response to her, but all he could manage was a needy whine. “I-I… I want it all… all!”

"do you? Which did you want the most?"

Aeron whined and let out a shuddering gasp as he tried to pick a response, his mind racing with the need to have all of the things her just said. But despite his conflicting desires, there was one thing that his mind kept coming back to, and he knew immediately what he wanted the most. “Please… please let me taste you…” he panted out, his voice hoarse and breathless. “Let me make you feel good lyly… please…”

"oh? So you want me to ride do you ?"

He gave a shaky nod as she spoke, his mind spinning at the thought of her riding him, the image of the two of her together sent a wave of heat through his body and made his head spin even more.

“Gods, pleeeease… I want you … I want you so badly lyly…” he panted out, his voice coming out in a whiny, needy gasp as he tried to convey just how much he wanted her.

"well, your choice Aeron just this once. Before were married. Am I riding here?" She asked stroking his erect cock, "or am I riding here?" She asked stroking his lips

Aeron let out a needy moan as she teased him, her touches sending heat and chills down his spine. The choice she made him make, sent his mind spinning, the thought of both options driving him insane with need and desire. After a few moments of struggling, he finally managed to respond, his voice breathless “Here…” he said pouting his lips, looking up at her with wide, pleading eyes. “Please… I need you …I want you … please… Lyanna I’m begging you!” Aeron continued to whine and whimper softly as she continued to touch and tease him, his head swimming with need and desire as he panted softly and pleaded with her “Please… please… I need you so badly… I need to make you feel good… please… please… just let me taste you …let me take care of you …”

"aww such a sweet baby" she cooed playing with his hair "alright, let me know if you get to tried" she smiled letting him out the belt and pushing him down flat on the bed

Aeron looked up at her with wide, pleading eyes as she pushed him down onto the bed, his entire body trembling with need and desire. He felt so vulnerable and helpless, completely at her mercy. He nodded softly in response to her words, his voice coming out in a shaky yet excited whisper as he spoke, “Yes… yes, I will, I promise… I won’t get too tired… please, let me taste you …”

"alright, alright impatient boy tonight" she chuckled as she hitched up her gown pulling it up around her waist exposing her bare cunt, even now she couldn't not tease him stroking her hand over herself "this what you want?"

Aeron let out a shaky gasp at the sight of her, his eyes roaming hungrily over her bare skin as his body ached with need and desire. The sight of her teasing herself almost drove him over the edge, and all he could do was nod and pant softly in response, his voice trembling as he spoke “Yes… yes, gods yes…”

"alright, not too fast and hard alright don't overstrain herself" she cooed as she nervously moved her knees either side of his head she was gentle and slow getting into the right position

Aeron could barely contain himself as her positioned herself over him, his body practically trembling with need and desire. He gripped her thighs tightly, his touch a mixture of gentle and needy, both of his hands holding onto her as if his life depended on it. He looked up at her for a moment, his eyes wide and pleading, as if silently asking for permission. When her nodded, he didn’t even hesitate. He panted softly before suddenly leaning in, his mouth greedily latching onto her cunt as he began to lick and taste her, his tongue working at a steady and needy pace as

Lyanna squealed and moaned already struggling her legs trembling

Aeron could do nothing but moan at the sound of her voice, the feeling of her legs trembling against him just increasing his need and desire for her. He continued to eagerly lap and lick at her clit, needing more and more of her with every passing moment. He couldn’t get enough of the way she tasted, the way she felt against him, and his hands held onto her thighs more firmly, gently massaging her as he worked his tongue against her. He worked himself up more and more, his own moans and gasps muffled against her as he desperately tried to taste and explore every inch of her. His body ached with need and desire, and all he could think about was her and how good her felt against him.

"Aeron.... Aeron..." She moaned between her gasps already close

The sound of her moaning his name drove him further into a frenzy, his tongue working at a faster and more desperate pace as he felt her becoming more and more undone. He wanted to make her feel as good as possible, to make her completely come undone in the most euphoric state of pleasure, and he wasn’t going to stop until he had her trembling and shuddering in ecstasy. He continued to lap at her clit, determined to send her over the edge and writhing in ecstasy. His own moans came out more frequently as the more her got close, the more needier and worked up he became. He needed her, all of her, and he wouldn’t stop until her were completely spent and satisfied.

"Aeron stop please... Please I'm so close... No more I don't want to..."

Aeron let out a needy whine, almost whimpering as she asked him to stop. He wanted to keep going, to keep making her feel good, but he also knew he had to listen to whatever she wanted. So he slowly began to pull away, looking up at her with wide, pleading eyes as he panted softly, his own body trembling with need and desire. “Please… please.. I almost got you there… why..?”

"I don't want to make ... A mess all over your face my sweet baby boy"

Aeron blushed at her words, his body shuddering as he imagined what would happen if her did make a mess all over his face. Even the thought of it sent a jolt of heat through his body, but he knew he had to listen to her. “I don’t care… I want to make you feel good… I want to make you feel absolutely euphoric and satisfied… I don’t care if you make a mess all over me… please…”

"... Oh...okay..." She gasped

A needy whine escaped from his lips as she agreed to let him keep going, and he quickly dove back in, his mouth eagerly seeking out her most sensitive skin once more and resuming his work, his tongue lapping and tasting her with fervor. “Gods… you taste so good lyly… I can’t get enough of you …”

"Aeron please!" She squealed her body starting to tremble

Aeron kept going, more determined than ever to send her over the edge, his tongue working at a steady and needy pace against her as he craved more and more of her. He could feel her starting to tremble and knew her were getting close and he wanted nothing more than to send her over that edge and have her completely undone in ecstasy. “Please… I want to make you feel so good lyly… come undone for me… let me make you feel so… so good… please Lyanna..”

she began to scream so close to her edge, her whole body trembling her hands had begun bundling up her gown but they slid up to tug down the top of her dress exposing her chest and arching her back as she squealed

The sight of her, desperate and trembling on the edge of ecstasy, was almost too much for him to bear. His own needs and desires were all but forgotten as he continued to hungrily lick and taste her, his own moans and gasps increasing in volume as he wanted nothing more than to push her over the edge. “you’re so beautiful… Gods… you’re so close… just let go… please… let me take care of you… feel good for me… for me…”

she screamed his name her hips I controllably moving s she was fully riding him as much as she could, until she hit her orgasm and screamed once more her whole body shaking and trembling as she gripped his hands to her thighs and immediately she squirted onto his lips and chin

Aeron gasped and almost yelped as she reached her peak, his eyes widening as he felt her come undone for him. He couldn’t hold back a needy moan as he tasted her on his lips and chin, his entire body trembling as the realization of what just happened sank in. “Gods… you’re so beautiful lyanna… you look so, so good like that… I… I need you lyly…”

Lyanna gasped desperately as she fell down onto the bed on her back still with her legs in that position almost unable to move

Aeron was trembling and panting as he watched her fall back onto the bed, He was in awe of how beautiful she looked, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her even if he wanted to. “you … you’re so beautiful… so, so gorgeous… you looked so incredible when you came… I…” He groaned out, his body almost sore with desire as he looked at her lying in front of him, completely undone by ecstasy. He desperately wanted to touch her, to feel her against him, to be as close to her as physically possible. He wanted more of her, and he was beginning to lose his mind with how much he ached for her.

"you .... Did very good Aeron... Tried me out, baby boy"

Aeron couldn’t help but let out a needy whine at her words, a shiver running through his body. He was still trembling, his body still needing and desperate for more of her, but he was also satisfied and proud that he had made her feel so good. “Thank you… gods, thank you … I just wanted to make you feel good… to hear you moan and scream my name… to make you feel complete and total ecstasy…”

"well ... you certainly achieved that" she chuckled

Aeron let out a shaky yet breathless chuckle as she laughed, his body still aching with need and desire as he panted softly. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and satisfaction, knowing that he had made her feel as good as he had. “I’m… I’m glad… I couldn’t have asked for anything more… just being able to make you feel good and scream my name like that… it just…” he let out a needy moan, his words trailing off.

"well... I'm glad you liked doing it. Most men don't even consider it" she cooed tapping his chin as a reminder he was still soaked with her

Aeron shuddered at the touch to his chin, his body still sensitive and on edge from everything that had just happened. He blushed at the thought of being covered in her like this, and he couldn’t help but feel a pang of need and desire at the reminder of it. “I don’t know why they wouldn’t… it’s delicious…” he muttered out softly, his voice coming out in a needy whisper. He suddenly got an idea, and a smirk appeared on his face. He tilted his head and began to lick his lips, slowly and deliberately as if to clean them, never breaking eye contact with her. “I don’t mind being covered in her like this… in fact, I quite like it…”

"oh do you now? Am I to expect my sweet lord of stone hedge coming in from the day's work and expect to feast between my legs?"

Aeron blushed furiously at her words, his body shuddering as he imagined himself coming back from a day’s work, only to be greeted by her and immediately needing a ‘feast’ as her put it. He stammered a bit, his voice coming out in a whisper as he tried to respond. “Y-Yes… yes, that’s exactly what I want lyly… please… gods, I need you …”

"again? So soon?"

Aeron couldn’t help but whine and whimper at her response, his body still shaking and needy as he tried to find his words. He looked up at her with wide, pleading eyes, desperate for more of her and the feeling of ecstasy that only her seemed to be able to bring him.

“Yes… please… I need you … I can’t get enough of you … I just want to make you feel good… I need more of you , please…”

"okay... But gentle okay" she nodded shifting a little onto her back

Aeron nodded in agreement, his heart beating rapidly, He knew he had to be gentle, to be careful with her, but it was so hard when he was practically trembling with need and desire for her. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself, his eyes roaming over her body as he positioned himself on top of her. “I promise… I’ll be gentle…” He leaned in and positioned himself between her legs, his hands gently resting on her hips. He took another deep breath, his body already feeling electric at the prospect of being even closer to her. He started by nuzzling his face into her inner thighs, his lips and tongue leaving gentle, soft kisses and languid licks against her sensitive skin. Aeron couldn’t help but smile as he continued to kiss and lick her inner thighs, feeling the way her body trembled and shook with each touch of his lips and tongue against her sensitive skin. He loved that he could make her feel this way, and he took his time, wanting to savor every moment and every sound that escaped from her mouth. “you taste so good… I could do this all day… just hear you beautiful moans and gasps…” He continued to tease and taste her, occasionally darting his tongue out to leave a gentle lick against her most sensitive spot. He could feel her trembling and shuddering beneath him, and he relished in the fact that he was the one making her feel this way. He wanted to make her come undone for him, to make her scream his name in ecstasy, but he knew he had to be careful, to be gentle and take his time with her.

she was already squirming on the bed her body trembling as she gasps in pleasure gripping the sheets as she arched her back writhing against his bed completely exposed as he ate like he was starved,

Aeron couldn’t help but let out a low moan himself at the sight of her body writhing and arching against his bed. He was desperate to taste and touch every inch of her, but he forced himself to pause, taking in the sight of her as she came completely undone in front of him. He took a moment to admire her, his eyes roaming over her body as he tried to memorize every inch of her. “Gods… you look so beautiful lyly… so perfect…” He couldn’t hold back any longer, and he leaned in once again, his mouth eagerly seeking out her sensitive clit. He began to lick and taste her with newfound urgency, his body aching and craving more of her. His hands gripped her hips more firmly, trying to hold her still as he continued to work her with his tongue, determined to make her feel as good as possible.

she screamed, "Aeron please!"

Aeron moaned against her at the sound of her screaming his name like that, the desperate plea coming out of her mouth just driving him further into a frenzy. He wanted more, needed more of her, and he didn’t stop his movements for even a moment, his tongue working at a steady and determined pace as he continued to taste and explore her. “Yes… say my name… I love hearing you scream my name like that lyanna…”

"Aeron please... Please... Don't stop... Keep going... Just a little little -" she screamed his name over and over her whole body trembling below him and squirting onto the bed as she was so desperate for a second release

Aeron continued to work his tongue against her, determined to push her over that edge again and bring her to even greater heights of ecstasy. He could feel her body trembling and shaking beneath him, and the sight and sound of her coming undone for him was driving him wild with need and desire. “Gods, you’re so beautiful… keep saying my name… keep telling me how much you want it… keep screaming my name for me… I want to hear it… I need to hear it…”

"Aeron please! Please I want you ! I need you ! Please please just a little more! I'll let you do anything you want... Anything... Please just let me-" she squealed and screamed grabbing his hair hard as she hit her orgasm much harder and more intense then the first her whole body squirming against the sheets and soaking them and his face with her release

Aeron groaned and shuddered at the feel of her gripping his hair and arching against the bed, and he knew he was close to his breaking point. He continued to work his tongue against her, determined to make her feel as good as possible as she reached her second release. he only paused when he felt her orgasm once again, screaming and moaning his name as she came undone for him. He felt her body trembling and shaking against him, and the sight of her completely lost in ecstasy was almost too much to bear. He slowly pulled away, panting heavily as he looked up at her, his face and lips coated in her essence. “Gods… you’re so beautiful… so perfect…”

she gasped desperately her exposed body dewy with sweat

Aeron couldn’t tear his eyes away from her exposed, dewy body as she gasped for breath in front of him. He ached to touch her, to feel her soft skin beneath his hands, but he knew he had to restrain himself, to give her a moment to catch her breath and come down from the ecstasy he had brought her to. “you look so beautiful like this… so pretty and perfect and glorious lyly…”

"you are too sweet" she choked out between breaths

Aeron chuckled softly, his eyes roaming over her body, taking in every inch of her as she lay there, breathless “I can’t help it… you’re so beautiful, it’s hard not to be completely smitten with you …” He reached out and gently touched her hip, his fingers tracing along her skin in a soft, gentle caress.

"you've been far too good to me. Shouldn't we do something for you?"

Aeron blushed at her words, his heart swelling at the thought of her wanting to return the attention and pleasure he had given her. “you don’t have to do anything for me… I just want to make you feel good… but… I suppose it would be nice to have some attention myself…”

"how about?" she cooed moving her knees a little wider

Aeron’s eyes widened and his breath caught in his throat as she moved her knees a little wider exposing her dripping cunt, a needy whine escaping from his lips at the sight of her.

“Gods… that would be nice lyanna, please…” He moved closer, his body shivering with anticipation and need as he positioned himself between her legs. He couldn’t stop himself from reaching out and placing a gentle hand on her inner thigh, his touch soft but needy and desperate as he looked up at her. “May I…?”

"mhm" she nodded

Aeron let out a shaky breath as she nodded her consent, his heart racing at the thought of finally getting some attention from her. He gently ran his hand up and down her inner thigh, feeling the softness and smoothness of her skin beneath his touch. He couldn’t help but let out a needy moan at the feel of her so close to him. “Please… I need you … I need you so much…”

"he can go in. It's okay. Just be gentle" she cooed

Aeron felt a thrill of pleasure run through his body at her words, his heart racing with excitement and need. He took a shaky breath, trying to steady himself as he positioned himself at her entrance, his body trembling with anticipation. “Are you … are you sure?”

"I'm sure Aeron"

Aeron let out a shuddering breath at the sound of his name on her lips, the use of his nickname making his heart skip a beat. He gently held himself at her entrance, taking a moment to gather his thoughts and collect himself. “I’ll be gentle… I promise… I just need you so much…” With that, he slowly began to push himself inside, his breathing shallow and ragged as he felt her body envelope him. A guttural moan escaped his lips as he tried to hold himself back, to remain gentle and controlled despite the overwhelming sensations coursing through his body. “Gods… you feel so good… so perfect Lyanna…” He continued to move slowly, each thrust deliberate and intentional, determined to make it feel as incredible as possible for her. He couldn’t help but let out moans and gasps as he moved deeper and deeper inside of her, before finally reaching the limit. “Uhh… oh gods… Lyly… lyly… lyanna… Fuck-” He groans,

“Just be gentle… remember Aeron,”

“I’ll try… but gods… you feel so good!”

[riddles-fiddles]

honestly not really picky of what boys because this scenario has been plaguing my mind for FOREVER but maybe idia or lilia teaching afab reader to touch themself or doing it for them for their birthday, like readers never done it before and its their present to the read

honestly just like anyone im so down bad im not even jokinggggg

Characters: Lilia Vanrouge Tags: NSFW, smut, fingering, birthday sex Notes: AFAB gender neutral reader, I was first planning on adding Idia as well but I struggled to fit him in and keep him in character kajsdhaskd I promise to write for him with a similar theme in the future </3

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You wake up from the feeling of fleeting kisses and playful nips along the curve of your neck, sharp teeth grazing your skin teasingly. "Happy birthday, my love," Lilia whispers to your ear in a husky tone, voice slightly groggy from sleepiness. His chuckle ressonated deep withing your body, now shaking you awake; and when you turn over to face your lover, Lilia seems to glow against the shy rays of sun peeking from the shutters.

"You look more excited than me to celebrate my birthday," you yawn out, nuzzling your nose against Lilia's cheek. He hugs you closer, a low purr of satisfaction falling from his mouth as he glided his fingertips along your spine.

"How could I not be? Today is your special day, and I would be a fool not to cherish they day my special someone enlightened this world."

Lilia revels on the way you laugh with sincere amusement from his bold statement, a playful grin of his own drawing between his lips. "Silly, no need to be all poetic to make me feel special." You taunt, pulling him by the shirt to capture his lips in a searing kiss.

One thing led to another, and when you least expected it, Lilia was hovering over you, hands sliding over all the curves of your body while his lips ravaged your mouth, tongue shamelessly dominating your senses. He pins you down by the wrists, his cold touch firm and assertive while pushing your legs apart by his knees.

"I think this is the perfect time to give you my gift," Lilia pants out when you two finally broke the kiss, searching for air; he looks down at you with a mischeivous gleam on his eyes, sly grin painting him a devilish complexion. Your eyes widen slightly in surprise and suspicion, but can't deny the mysterious prospect of whatever Lilia has planned for you looks too tantalizing, so you respond by nodding slowly, a dumb, kiss-drunk smile gracing your lips.

His lips descend to your neck, trailing languid and feathered kisses to your chest and belly area, the grip on the handles of your hips a searing promise of what was to come. Lilia's eyes are fixated on your face, his pupils dilating every time you squirmed and panted in yearning for more of his ministrations.

His lips brushes against your cheeks in a loving, reassuring promise as his fingers trailed the warm and soft skin of yout thighs, lightly grazing his nails on the middle as he tested your reactions.

"You're so cute, squirming like that..." He sighs out, two of his fingers coming to gently circle around your clit in a slow, steady rythm. "I wonder what other reactions I can get out of you." Pinching your sensitive nub of nerves, he chuckles at how you tremble and gasp in answer. With repeated flickers of his fingers, he works your pleasure further, his eyes never leaving your face.

"L-Lilia..." You moan his name, eliciting a soft, entertained hum from him. "Oh, I would like to hear more of that," his voice is soft, though filled with mischief, and when you feel one of his fingers press down on your pussy, you can't help but shiver in antecipation. Lilia is painfully slow as he inserts his long finger, caressing your walls with dedication, and when you buck against it searching for more friction, he chuckles in amusement. "I see someone is very anxious and ready. Very well, I won't let you hanging for much longer," Lilia thrusts his finger inside at once, another one coming to fill you up nicely. They part and scissor your walls open, his pace slow but reaching deep within, coiling up to press and stroke at your soft, oversensitive point - making you arch your back and moan his name, only igniting his fire further.

He can feel the heat pooling on your stomach, the scent of your growing arousal enticing his hunger. His fingers pick up a frenzied pace as they delved deeper on your pussy, assalting your senses with unfaltering fervor. A low groan melts from his lips as you clench and writhe under his touch, the heavy scent of sex mingling with the lewd wet noises creating an intoxicating bubble around you two. And when the violent crash of waves threatens to wash over you, Lilia captures your lips with his, muffling your moans as his fingers work the pinnacle of your climax, relenting as your legs tremble and close around his arm.

"Oh, my beloved, you barely started your day and you already look spent," Lilia murmurs through a playful smirk, eyes gleaming with pride and devotion as he gazes upon your half-lidded eyes, breath heavy from the intense kiss previously shared. "I do hope this gift will be marked in your memory for some time, but if not... I'm always willing to give you a reminder."

[vixen525noms]

Defying Certain Death Part 19

Dual posted to my DeviantArt account, a non-sexual G/T vore story featuring adults along the lines of the lion and the thorn fable. There will be tons of hurt/comfort aspects, lots of safe vore. That is the primary focus in this.

Barrett is an adult giant standing 85ft tall and Hope is an adult human at 5ft 6. Barrett does not eat children at any point.

Warnings: Unwilling Prey; Fatal Mention; Characters in Distress

Future and Previous: While this part is relatively tame, future and previous parts include fatal vore and violence. Barrett, the giant, is not a good guy, so will be doing some occasional bad things.

Editor: @vore-scientist

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Upon leaving town, Barrett paused to look around, flicking up the tertiary eyelid to check for signs of life. Good. No other syor or their minions had noticed Hope and followed. No partner harpies scouting the area. He tensed his stomach, the motions of regurgitation becoming more familiar. It was still annoying to release a human. But for Hope it was worth it. He felt her on his tongue again after bringing her up. While the weight in his stomach had been nice while he had been back in the syor town, he had missed seeing her and missed her scent. Back to the uncomfortable woods, away from his fine house… for her sake. He would eventually have to find a more permanent solution.

Meanwhile he plucked her from his mouth, using a cloth to wipe her off a bit. A fresh one he had retrieved from his house, softer and cleaner, and with a nicer pattern than the handkerchief he had been using before. Laying it over her shoulders to protect from any chilling breezes. “There we are little one. Couldn’t have you out while other syor were around… but now I can show you some of my treasure! Not all of it of course, couldn’t carry it all, but if I’m going to get you fancy things, I needed some more funds.” 

He watched her pull the cloth around her shoulders like a blanket. Why was that so cute to watch? Is this what syorians feel towards humans? Why they don’t have humans as meals? He hoped he didn’t start feeling like this towards more than Hope. Food could be hard to come by! He couldn’t be picky when hunting!

He closed his eyes. Best not to think about it. He looked at Hope again, reaching into his bag with his spare hand and pulling out a beautiful blue sapphire. “Here! Look at this one! Sapphires are at the center of the king’s crown, you know, so obviously they are the best. This one is very clear, no blemishes.” He cocked his head… she wasn’t looking at the sapphire he put by her at all! Why didn’t she focus on the gem? He heard her muttering something. His ear twitched as he tried to understand… something about her dad… and the thieves? What was she talking about them for, they were dead and gone…

Humans were very confusing. “Hope… this gem is very special to my collection… So you should look at it… because you are a special human. Don’t think about things dead and gone. I will show you pretty things and you can look at them and be happy.” He decided to try the next item, setting an emerald ring next to her. “I actually made this one. You can see it’s a little rough, was my first time making jewelry. Took several retries to get it how I wanted. Perhaps if I learn the spell to get small, I can make jewelry for you.” Barrett was disappointed she wasn’t reacting much, but tried a few more times before just starting back towards camp, he could try again later. Maybe she needed to calm down because she knew how dangerous a syor town could be.

When he tried to interact with her the next day it wasn’t better. If anything it was worse. He set her down to watch her make breakfast but  she didn’t put the same effort in as usual. It was not for lack of supplies, her food cart was full, so that did not make sense. He didn’t know anything about the weird way humans and syorians prepared food, but he definitely had grown to understand the amount of time and care she put into the task. She’d also used the supplies to make other things that didn’t use food in them. Seeing her eating stuff straight from the cart was… odd. She had plenty of time to sleep while in his belly, so she shouldn’t be tired, right? So he just watched her, waiting until she seemed done to try to show her the sapphire again. He frowned when she cringed from his reaching hand. Why was she like that? He had told the truth like any proper syor should and she had been unharmed! It didn’t make sense to him. 

The next couple days Hope showed no improvement, in fact she got worse.. At first he was pleased that she no longer cringed away from his hands, until he realized it was due to failing strength. Every day she grew more quiet. Every day she ate less and less. Only occasionally did she prepare even a small fire to cook with. Now that he was paying more attention he noticed a few more bizarre things: she had more moisture on her clothing, even though she was not very active, and was resting under a tree. And her scent… it was different. just slightly off… saltier perhaps? And the scent itself was stronger than it normally was. He didn’t like it. He wanted her to smell like she did before, and talk to him like she did before.

He thought about what happened before her behavior got worse. He had enjoyed having her in his belly, where no other Syor could harm her or even taunt her... but he did not like how she was acting now. He did not like that she cowered like when he first got free of the rocks, and now he did not like that she wasn’t… She had been starting to talk to him again! And now he did not like that she wasn’t.... He did not like this... but he did not know how to get his Hope back to how she was when he was trapped and she was saving him.

Taking her to the tailor to get fine clothing hadn’t improved her mood the first time, nor did trying to show gems, jewelry, and precious metals this time. Nothing he tried worked and it frustrated him. New fancy things always made him happy! He lay on the cot in the tent he had bought, his little human under his hand on his chest. At least she seemed to enjoy laying on his chest as long as he didn't disturb her much. He thought back to when he was trapped. She had been collecting plants… she had seemed happy when he was watching her before she saw him. She had been taking something off the top of the plant, but he didn’t understand what or why. 

Again he wondered if she might be a terran, rather than an average human. Of course she was above average, she was special.  Terrans were like humans, only born with a magical affinity for one element. Like the geomancers who set the trap. But Hope was not a geomancer or she would have used earth  magic to free him. Perhaps she had an affinity for water, or plants.  Or perhaps she was an average human and was using spells. With spells, non-terrans could still learn magic, just like giants could even though all giants had in-born magic. Anyone could learn magic if they wanted. His kind… did not usually want to do so.  “Hope? Are you a terran? If you are, you haven’t used your magic lately or I would have smelled you are terran… but you were after plants when I found you…” He paused, waiting for an answer. But got none.

He moved his hand and lifted her up to look at her. Usually even scared she answered direct questions… She was acting odd. He sniffed at her, holding her close to his face and squinting to focus better. She seemed a little pale. She felt warmer and was shivering… Was she sick? Was it his fault? Her clothes were wet again… this wasn’t right! “Hope? What is going on? Why are you wet and shivering? Why is your scent odd?” He got no answer… but she touched her throat and shook her head. “You… something with your neck?”

Barrett was confused and upset. He didn’t know enough about humans to understand what might be wrong. But he understood enough to know something definitely is wrong. He tried to think… he had been sick before and his whole body ached and shivered and his eyes, especially his tertiary eyelid, would pound in his skull. Did humans get sick the same that syor and syorian did? They didn't have a special eyelid, but besides that… would they feel the same? And would the same treatments help?

Barrett stroked Hope’s hair. Now that he wasn’t trying to get her to talk and was just holding and looking at her, she just lay down in his palm. She looked tired even though she hadn’t been doing much. Even though she had seemed unhappy after the trip to the syor town, she wasn’t trying to avoid him. He saw she was shivering and cupped his other hand over her to provide warmth. He would have to go to the syorian town. They spent time around small folk. They would know more about humans like Hope.

Barrett reached the town quickly, growling more than usual at anyone who even looked at him wrong. He needed to think. He knew the man at the fruit stand was talented in healing magic, but wasn’t a trained physician. He needed an actual doctor this time. He paused. Snarled at someone who came too close as he clutched his precious human to his chest. He would need to ask for help. But he didn’t want anyone besides a doctor near what his problem was and nobody was going to want to talk to him while he was acting like this… he would have to be insistent.. He walked over to a herbalist’s stand, shoving aside a customer who seemed to be finishing a purchase. Just a worthless naga. Lucky they weren’t out in the woods… a mid sized naga like this one would be a few days of meat. He started talking to the herbalist to get information about a local small folk doctor, moving the hand covering Hope as he gestured while speaking. He first had to convince the lady he hadn’t done anything to Hope he just needed to know where a doctor who treats small folk is. Then Hope’s weight vanished from his hand.

A roar erupted from him as he slashed his claws through the tail of the naga that had stolen her.  His claws easily sliced through the scales and flesh, even scratching at the bone. Miraculously the naga did not drop Hope as she jerked back, “Take it easy! You said you needed a doctor!” That’s when Barrett finally took in the fact that this naga he had previously shoved aside was wearing the telltale light blue jacket with the medical rune on it that doctors wore. Barrett frowned, “Oh… sorry… but you just… took her. I thought someone stole her…” The naga sighed, “I was stopping by here to get more ingredients for treatments… heard how frantic you were.” Her tail twitched as with one deft hand she did… something… to slow the bleeding. . “You owe me a wound salve, very expensive, and I need to have my nurse heal me properly before I actually work on this human.”

The naga set the girl back on Barrett’s hand, “I am far too injured to slither now so you will carry me,” the doctor insisted. Barrett frowned, but did not object. The naga was much smaller than him, but also a fair bit bigger than Hope. Stood maybe 20ft tall? Easy for a giant to carry. Barrett used his free hand to pick up the naga, letting it’s tail droop over his arm. The naga gave directions to the clinic, actually not far from the herb stand and an alchemist. Barrett used his back to push the door open, then walked over to the counter where a syorian nurse was making notes. The nurse arched a brow at the sight of claw marks on the doctor before stepping around to pick up the doctor and heal her. 

The lady doctor spoke to the male nurse about what happened, the nurse stealing a surprised glance at Barrett upon hearing that he, a syor, wanted the human treated. “How unusual. Syor aren’t usually so defensive over the few minions that are kept…” Barrett gave a snarl, “Hope is no minion! She is precious, special.” The nurse looked even more shocked, “That… I haven’t heard a syor speak of a human like that… but Doctor Lenora is very good at what she does.” Barrett was starting to calm at the reassurance of this doctor’s skill. He held out his hand with hope and the nurse sighed, “Take her to the room over there. Normally we take them to the small folk rooms, but she is in poor shape so please take her to the giant room instead. The doctor will be in to see you once I have taken care of her injuries.” Barrett frowned briefly before heading into the room. His ears perked as he overheard the conversation in the other room. The doctor was complaining about needing healing and to wash up blood. Barrett almost laughed when he heard the nurse reply, “-Your own damn fault. You could see how possessive he is and you know better than to take something from a syor. Honestly, I’m surprised you aren’t closer to dead than alive.”

Exactly, Barrett silently agreed, dumb naga’s own fault she got clawed. 

After a few minutes, the doctor entered from a side door sized perfectly for her. “Good morning. I am Dr Lenora McCoy. Seems you have a new patient for me.” Barrett was tense at the doctor’s presence, so calm after he had just attacked her, even if the wounds were now partially healed and bandaged up. He nodded. “Hope isn’t speaking to me. She smells odd, stronger and seems to be shivering,” Barrett explained as he lowered his hand for the doctor to examine Hope. He growled as he noticed the doctor moving Hope into a different position and putting something to her ear. “What are you doing to my Hope? Be careful with her.” McCoy paused, “My job. At the moment checking her temperature. The illness seems to be hitting her far harder than it should… Has she been under abnormal stress? That can weaken the immune system…” Barrett frowned and looked away as he thought. Had she handled the trip to town worse than he thought? “I… had to visit my house. In a syor town. I suspect knowing where we were was hard on her even if she was safe in my belly.” He noticed the doctor arch a brow, but stayed silent as she continued to examine Hope.

Barrett watched closely, occasionally growling at how the naga interacted with Hope, but trying to keep his possessive instinct under control. The naga had coaxed her to sit up, and was currently looking in her mouth. Barrett wasn’t sure why Hope’s mouth needed to be looked at. Everything the doctor did seemed pointless or unimportant. It took pressing her for answers several times before she caught on, and she started to explain everything she was doing. And yet his nerves were still on end. He tried to explain. Many times. Didn’t she understand how hard it was? He was allowing someone, a stranger, another predator, to interact with his precious Hope while she was vulnerable. His own predatory instincts were heightened just being near injured prey, and occasionally that prey’s injured tail was still twitching. He could not be distracted. 

Barrett’s ears perked again as the naga spoke softly to Hope, and a deep growl left his throat as he slammed his claws into the table next to her. “Did I hear you asking her about leaving me? Do you want to end up dead? Right now you are taking care of my Hope but if you take her from me I won’t hesitate. I will bite off your tail before devouring the rest of you, and I won't care if it gets me banished from town” The doctor tensed, “It’s my job to make sure she is safe and well. Normally with a syor is not safe.” 

“No, that is my job!” Barrett snarled. Then he went quiet as he considered, “I see… you are trying to protect her. Like I do. So this is an exception. She is mine to protect.” 

Dr McCoy seemed uncertain for a moment but nodded, “Alright… based on my examinations she likely has a bad upper respiratory infection.” Seeing Barrett's blank but accepting expression she continued, “Her illness has weakened her and caused damage to her throat. She needs soup and other soft things to eat until she recovers. But she is not well enough to cook for herself. It looks like she did mix some sort of medicine to help with it, but the alchemist next door can provide something a bit better since she doesn’t have the strength to brew her own concoctions.” 

The doctor considered for a moment, “You clearly want to help her, make her well again, right?” Barrett hesitated a moment with naga staring expectantly at him but nodded, “Yes. She is special. I want her well again.” He cocked his head, watching McCoy rub her forehead, “And I assume you will not tolerate leaving her with us?” Barrett growled at even the mere suggestion of it. “My point made,” she said a bit more sternly, “Hope needs rest, hydration, and nutrition more than anything. Medicines from the alchemist will help, but without rest and food she will get worse. I will write out what to get from the alchemist, and since you will refuse to leave her in our care, providing her with said care, including specialized meals, will be up to you.”

Barrett nodded with only a hint of reluctance. “I will ensure she recovers,” he said with more conviction. 

 “Glad you understand. Since my nurse is the same size as you he will explain how a giant your size cares for a sick human,” McCoy said, writing out what needed to be gotten from the alchemist next door. “These potions… they should help ease her symptoms a fair bit. My nurse will have suggestions on how you can care for her.” The naga held out the paper with the large writing to Barrett. Barrett took it, glancing it over and then reaching to pick up Hope. 

Barrett was not happy the doctor still seemed so unsure he could properly care for his Hope, so he decided to prove his point about how she was his to take care of. He made sure he was gentle as he scooped her up into his palm, “Don’t worry Hope. I’ll get you better. Even if I have to learn that weird way you make your food. I’ll figure out what to do.” He looked up at the doctor again, “Thank you.” 

He first reached for coins to pay the doctor, but paused when an idea struck him. The coins fell back between his fingers into the treasure purse and brushed against his gems. He knew by touch alone each and every gemstone. Barrett didn’t like giving up a gem… but with how important this was to him, how important Hope was to him… if the illness got worse it could have cost her life. He pinched his fingers around a small ruby and with minimal hesitation, placed it on the counter. The doctor immediately understood the gesture, and thanked him. He felt… warm from hearing the thanks. An odd feeling. He stared at the ruby a moment longer as the doctor picked it up, then turned around to go speak to the nurse. Parting with a gem was never easy.

But for Hope, it was worth it.

The nurse started by instructing him on heating water and adding premixed packets to boiling water. An especially tricky thing for a giant to do with such small volumes. And it needed to cool before giving it to Hope or it could hurt her. At first the nurse recommended utilizing a shrinking charm. Shrinking to small folk size would make it much easier, but Barrett hated the idea of shrinking down. Felt too vulnerable to be small. Un-syor-like. The nurse understood and instead was able to point him to purchase some tools that syorian used to work with smaller objects. She also suggested that instead of mixing the foods himself, he could go to the cafe or bakery to get soup for Hope. They would have jars of soup. Just warm up a little and it would be ready to eat. Of course that meant being in more syorian places, full of little tasty humans.

But for Hope, it was worth it.

The medicine would be equally hard to interact with. The doses would be impossible for him to prepare without shrinking. But the nurse informed him the alchemist could pre-mix that as well. So when Barrett went to the alchemist with the list of medicines, he requested that. The bottles were so small. He couldn’t read them but when he showed them to Hope she appeared pleased, so he assumed it was correct. The alchemist indicated a single bottle with all the doses would be one coin, but the time to divide them into smaller portions meant the single dose bottles cost more. A few coins for the medicine. Syor rarely needed medicine, but buying the single doses was almost what he spent on medicine for himself once!

But for Hope, it was worth it.

The extra humans in those places made him antsy. Made him want to hunt. Humans and other small folk everywhere. Food. Everywhere. He needed to keep focus. Cafe and bakery to get the weird food for Hope. He may very well be the first syor ever going to these shops. Syor didn’t really shop for food. Just hunt. Occasionally scavenge for in season fruits and the like. It felt so weird to even think about going to these places, and now he stepped foot into them, holding Hope to his chest to stave off her chills. To keep her safe as he went in this place. Did something syor just don’t do.

But for Hope, it was worth it.

The cafe was by far the worst. Humans, nemeran beastfolk, and whatever other small folk milling around, nervous when they saw him but otherwise unconcerned. So off guard. So easy to snatch and swallow… if not for the syorian nearby that would stop him. He made it to the counter, facing the clearly shocked and confused syorian shopkeepers. More shocked when he moved his hand to show them Hope nestled there. Barrett told them the doctor said her throat is bad and he needed the right foods for her. One suggested grouse soup was traditionally used by humans and other small folk when ill. Barrett had no idea what grouse was, but if it was what she needed, he would get that. The shopkeeper was talking about… some other food now. Something with duck? He knew what ducks were. Now mentioning pheasant… something.  He didn’t know what.. The different things were getting confusing. So he decided to get a couple of each. Let Hope have her pick. These small folks moving around tempting his hunting instincts, having to spend money on these weird syorian foods… it was so un-syor-like. It was wrong. 

But for Hope, it was worth it.

Next stop would be the easiest one. The clothing shop, at least they knew him there. For once he couldn’t focus on the fanciest and nicest garments. He needed to get Hope a soft robe to wear while sick. She was shivering even in his hand. She needed to be as comfortable as possible. It was so tempting to see if she could try on a couple of the newest dresses they had… Hope even looked up at him, the look of concern clear on her face. His heart sank… an awful feeling.  He told them he needed a robe and nice night clothes for Hope because she is sick. Fortunately they had her measurements from previous visits and were able to find something that was close to her fit, just slightly larger. The tailors also suggested he purchase something for himself, something with special embroidery that would be easier for a human to hold onto. Something that had pockets with soft lining for Hope to be secure and warm in. That made her smile. And he used another gem. He hated how plain the sleepwear and robe was, how it didn’t fit what a proper syor would spend money on.

But for Hope, it was worth it.

Back in camp he settled her onto his cot in her cozy new sleepwear with his own blanket snuggled around her. He reread the note from the doctor, and the additions onto it from the alchemist, the chef, the baker… so many instructions. He gave her the first dose of medicine, reading up on what the alchemist and doctor said. Food was more important than medicine, the doctor said. He held out the bowl of grouse soup balanced on a claw. Not so precarious, as the syorian cafe worker had provided tiny metal bowls and suggested he make a divot at the center of each to make this easier.  . He watched over her as she sipped the soup, ignoring that some spilled on his blanket. The mess was unimportant. 

He made sure she had as much as she could of it. He read over the chef’s notes on storing the soup for later. Close the lid. Place it in the enchanted marble container. Make sure the storage container is properly closed. Set it in a safe place so it won’t be knocked over. He considered. He wasn’t as practiced moving stone as he was metal. It required the right movements to control earth and stone or he would have freed himself from the rocks…. This took careful gestures. A small end table of stone carefully shaped, a rim to reduce the chance of things on it being bumped. He wanted to make it look fancy, he wanted to give it that special syor touch… but that was not the priority right now. So he placed the food storage container on it. The box with the many jars of medicine. The written instructions. 

For long days he labored. For long nights he barely slept, instead sitting vigil to watch over her. To make sure she was doing better. Sleeping soundly. Breathing properly. The first sound of her voice again made his heart swell. When was the last time he felt that way? He couldn’t think of a time. But even a hint of her voice didn’t make him rest. He kept at it. Every dose of medicine. Every drop of soup. Until she was fully well again. 

Because for Hope, it was worth it.

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[thispersonlovesmiku]

GUYSSSS IM BACK WITH MORE HEADCANNONS!!!

Not much, though, because :P no content warning this time, Just saying that the AU usually use is more of like a teenager one, which is kind of the focus of this one, It's piercings that I think that they would have just because I feel like it

I do sometimes do the normal kid au, but just so you know, because I don't want people going like 'there just kids! Kids can't have piercings!' I KNOWWWWW, Also, a small reminder that this is really my opinion. I wanna hear what you guys think, but really, i'm not trying to upset anyone! anyway, here we go!

Catnap: He would probably have like an eyebrow piercing and a hundred percent a tongue piercing just because I feel like it would boost his self-esteem, I also feel like he would have a septum piercing, Part of me also thinks he would have his nipples pierced I feel like you would be a piercing guy over tattoos!

Dogday: Again, I really think you would have his eyebrow pierced either than that.I'm pretty sure he would have some ear piercings.Maybe like a nose ring but I feel like he would be more of a tattoo guy unlike catnap

Hoppy: I feel like she would have her ears pierced just normally and probably would have a type of lip piercing!

Picky: I feel like picky would also have a lip piercing but also an eyebrow piercing!

Bubba: No doubt about it, Bubba would not have a piercing, In my opinion he would probably be the one like telling the critters to look after their piercings if they have any and remember to always wash them even if there's done healing

Kickn: I feel like he would also have his nipples pierced, but other than that, I don't think he would have a piercing anywhere else!

Bobby: she would have lots of ear piercings, and maybe she would have 2 on either side of her cheek!

Crafty: I feel like she would her ears and eyebrows but mostly I feel like she would be doing the piercings and mostly tattoo her self!!!

If you made it this far, thank you! Sorry if it feels like most of the critters don't have that much. I was trying so hard not to repeat that many piercings! But I hope you like it :3 ❤️

[ikeromantic]

Love ikesen and and ikevamp so write whichever one you feel like. Also im not picky on the format

Ikesen faves: nobunga, hideyoshi, masasume, mitsuhide

Ikevamp faves: arthur, jean, nobunga, comte

Suitors if mc used a wheelchair

I chose Ikesen for this one ^_^ I have never been in a wheelchair - so I did some reading on what it's like to use one before sitting down to write these. I hope I did alright. Everything here is written in love, so any misconceptions were not intentional or malicious. I'll apologize now for any mistakes I made conveying MC as a wheelchair user - and am happy to get feedback from anyone with personal experience. On to the piece! Approx 2700 words.

Nobunaga

Nobunaga watched his new chatelaine from the tenshu balcony. She was using her rolling-chair to help the maids move supplies from the summer sewing room to the winter chamber, where it was warmer. He could see the strength in her as she maneuvered past obstacles, her grace, and her determination each time there was something unexpected in her path. 

He made his way downstairs, wanting to be closer to her. 

She looked up from her work and frowned at him. “What do you want?”

“Your tongue is as sharp as ever, fireball.” He laughed. “I came to inform you that you will be joining me for dinner.” The invitation came on a whim, but the thought of sharing a meal with her made him smile. 

“Oh.” Her expression lightened. “Good. I thought maybe Hideyoshi sent you.”

“Why would he do that?” Nobunaga raised an eyebrow. 

She looked away, her expression unreadable. “No reason, I suppose. Just . . . if he does say anything, ignore it. I am doing just fine.” 

The situation came clear with those words. She was proud, and Hideyoshi’s mothering injured that pride. He touched her cheek lightly, willing her to turn toward him again.

“I expect no less. My good luck charm has proven herself formidable more than once.” Nobunaga caught a lock of her hair in his fingers, and he gently tucked it behind her ear. 

The chatelaine glanced back up at him, eyes widened with surprise.

He grinned. “You are strong, fireball. And you are beautiful too.” Nobunaga leaned close, his lips almost touching her cheek. “I won’t make the mistake of underestimating you.” He could feel a constriction around his heart at the nearness of her. 

Her face heated and she pulled away, executing a graceful retreat. “You underestimate my personal space. All the time.” She was trying to look angry, but Nobunaga could see the hint of a smile at the corners of her lips.

“I’ll see you at dinner. You can tell me more about this . . . personal space . . . I am conquering.” He turned and left before the odd tightness in his chest grew worse. 

Hideyoshi

Hideyoshi took the chatelaine shopping. He wanted to show her all the best things in Azuchi. They stopped at a fabric shop, one that carried custom dyed cloth and a variety of hand-embroidered fabrics, but she didn’t want to go in. 

“I don’t feel like looking at fabric,” she said, but he saw the way her eyes lingered on the cloth visible through the open door. 

They stopped at several outdoor stalls and looked at hair combs and jewelry spread out to glitter across tables and blankets on the ground. The chatelaine smiled and laughed and took real joy in picking out gifts for her fellow seamstresses and for the warlords at the castle. But when he tried to take the chatelaine into another shop that carried fine jade items, again she didn’t feel like it. Yet he could see her gaze linger on the displays in the open window. 

It was at the third shop that he figured it out. Every shop had a step up to go inside, sometimes several steps, and the doors looked like they might be too narrow for her cart. This was something he’d never thought about but now it seemed obvious. 

After they returned from the shopping trip, Hideyoshi spent a few days writing some letters and sending them out to friends in the city. The responses he received made him smile, so much so that when he passed the chatelaine in the halls, she asked him what he was so cheerful about.

“Oh, I was just thinking I’d like to go out with you again. Would you be willing?”

She smiled widely. “I’d love to, when I have a day off. Where are you taking me?”

He crouched down to look her in the eye. Her happiness made his heart pound and he couldn’t help but reach out and take her hand. “Hm, let’s go into town for sweets.” And then he added, “Not too much though!” 

“Hideyoshi!” The chatelaine laughed. 

“Sorry. I couldn’t help myself.”

“It’s fine. I know you by now. You take care of everybody.” She squeezed his hand. 

He felt his expression grow serious. “I do. I take care of everyone I love because their happiness is precious to me.”

The chatelaine looked down demurely, unable to meet his earnest gaze. “You can’t just throw that word around you know?”

“I know.” He kissed the back of her hand and then let go. 

On her next day off, they went into town, back to the shopping district. It didn’t take long for her to notice the changes. Several shops had wider doors, and sloping wooden ramps. 

She looked up at him and back at the changed shop fronts. “Did you . . .” she swallowed and wiped a hand at her face. “Did you do this?”

“No. Not exactly. I just mentioned to a few friends how much easier it would be to shop at their stores if they made a few adjustments. And when they did it, others followed suit and . . . is it ok?” He felt a sudden fear that she wouldn’t want him to meddle like this.

She blinked back a tear. “You are . . . you’re something else.” Her hand found his and she tugged him down to press a light kiss to his cheek. “Thanks.”

Her happiness made his pulse pound in his ears, and Hideyoshi felt his own cheeks heat. He ruffled her hair. “Welcome. Now. Let’s get something tasty.”

Masamune

“Why are you staring at me? It’s rude.” The chatelaine crossed her arms and gave Masamune a dangerous look.

He grinned. “Sorry, kitten. I was just thinking -” Masamune realized he didn’t want to admit he was thinking about how beautiful she was. He wasn’t sure she would believe it and even if she did, he wasn’t ready to confess his feelings. Flirting was harmless but what stirred in his heart was so much more than that. “I was just thinking, how fast can your rolling-chair go?”

Her eyes narrowed. “What?”

Masamune had a twinkle in his blue eye that promised mischief. “Let’s race. Me and you. If you win, you can ask me for anything you want. If I can give it, I will.”

“And if you win, what do you want?” Her frown had faded into a thoughtful expression, still cautious, but less guarded. 

He leaned close and tapped her on the nose. “A kiss.”

Her eyes went wide. “I . . . wha- you -” She cleared her throat. “Ok. Well, it won’t matter. Because I’m going to win.” And then with a wink, she weaved past him and began to build speed.

For a moment, Masamune stood there, stunned. He hadn’t expected that. He set off in chase with a laugh. “Lass! I didn’t say go!”

“Sounds like sour grapes,” she shouted back to him. “Afraid you’re going to lose when we barely started?” Her arms moved with smooth, sure strength as she went even faster. “I’ll bet you two kisses to two favors I can beat you to the bridge!”

“Well now I can’t lose,” he grunted. But she was already ahead and pulling further away. Masamune put everything he had into running, his whole body leaning forward, head ducked down. 

The distance between them narrowed, but not nearly enough. She was going to win, he thought. She was going to win and he wasn’t going to get a single kiss. He couldn’t help a twinge of disappointment as he glanced up to see her nearly at the finish line. She skidded to a stop at the edge of the bridge, her tires kicking up dust as she flipped her chair around to face him. 

Masamune stumbled to a stop in front of her, breathing hard. “You’re damn fast, lass,” he panted. “Thought I was . . . racing a - a kitten . . . not a tigress.”

“That’ll teach you.” She grinned. “Now. I think that’s two favors?”

He smiled back at her. The pure joy of victory in her face washed away any disappointment he had at losing. “So what’ll it be?”

“Well . . . racing like that makes my tires filthy so . . . I guess for one favor you can help me cleanup.”

“I’d do that anyway.” He waved the favor off. “Pick something good, lass. You deserve it.”

“Ok. Ummm . . .” she tapped her lower lip in thought. “You could cook for me?”

Masamune laughed. “I think you’re doing me a favor now, kitten. But sure. I’ll make you the best dinner you can imagine.”

“I don’t know about that. I can imagine a lot.” 

“Challenge accepted.” He crouched in front of her chair, studying her face with his sapphire gaze. “That’s one. So tell me, what’s the other?”

She leaned close, her lips curving up in a slow, teasing smile. “You can kiss me.”

Masamune thought his heart might burst from the sudden fullness he felt. He felt her lips press against his, gentle, uncertain. He kissed her back with an unexpected hunger. Her hands grabbed his shoulders to pull him closer and he wrapped his arms around her, pressing her lightly into the backrest. 

It was, he thought, the best favor he could have hoped for. 

Mitsuhide

Mitsuhide kept an eye on his little mouse whether she knew it or not. He loved her independence, her determination, but she had an all too familiar lack of regard for her own safety or comfort. The chatelaine worked herself twice as hard as anyone else and asked for half as much. Her odd rolling-chair from the future didn’t seem to impede her much. 

When it did, she would ask for help from the few people she seemed to trust. It bothered Mitsuhide that these requests almost never came to him. He wanted to help her. He wanted to be the one she turned to on her bad days. Not the one she hid her weakness from. Yet it seemed that was how she regarded him. He was bothered by it more than he could admit.

It took him several weeks of . . . not spying exactly, but well, spying . . . to figure out some of what she needed that she admitted to no one. Knowing things she would not share made him feel a little guilty, but pleased with himself as well. And hopeful. 

After she finished work one afternoon, he met her on her way back to her rooms. “There you are,” he said, as if surprised to find her. 

She rolled to a stop and looked up at him with a mix of wariness and anticipation. The chatelaine knew by now how unpredictable Mitsuhide could be. “If you’re planning on teasing me, please don’t. It’s been a rough day.”

“Teasing you? I would never.” He put a hand to his chest. “It’s you that chooses to ignore my interest in you.” He gave her a wide smile. “Trust me when I say tonight, I have no intention of taunting you. Not a bit.”

“When you say it like that, I’m even more suspicious.”

Mitsuhide couldn’t help but trace the top of her ear with a fingertip. “So suspicious!”

She slapped his hand away just as he’d intended. 

He caught her hand. “There we are. Yes. Just as I thought.” Her hand was dirty from the wheels, and there were blisters and calluses. 

“Let go. Oh. My. God. Why are you holding my hand?”

Mitsuhide could see she didn’t want him to say anything about the condition of it. She was worried about how he saw it. “I’ll let go but only if you promise to come with me.”

The chatelaine sighed. “I should have expected this. Blackmail. Fine. Where do you want to take me?”

“It’s not far.” He led her to a bathing room, one of several that Azuchi castle boasted. This was his favorite though. It was far enough away from prying eyes to feel more private, and the wood was so smooth it felt like silk to sit against. 

She paused at the door, her eyes going wide. “I don’t know what kind of girl you think I am, but I am not going to just get in the bath with you. You’ll just . . . just find some way to torment me.”

The heat in her eyes said she meant something other than actual torture. Mitsuhide could easily imagine what was running through her head. Him trailing kisses down her bare back. Rubbing sweet oil into her breasts. He cleared his throat, pushing those thoughts away. He wanted her to trust him and that wasn’t the way to get there.

“Come on, little mouse. You already agreed.”

“And you already let go,” she grumbled, but followed him in.

He had hot water and cloth already waiting, and a selection of salves from Ieyasu. He knew which to use after seeing her hand. Mitsuhide sat down on a low bench. “Now, hold out your hands for me.” 

She frowned at him. “This is really dumb. I don’t know why you want me to do that. You already saw how dirty I get from the wheels.”

“I did.” He waited. 

After a moment, she held her hands out to him. Mitsuhide gently washed them. He took care around the fresh blisters as he cleaned the Azuchi’s dirt from her. Her hands were strong, the muscle in them wound tight. He rubbed the tension away as he dried them off and by the time he applied the ointment, she was entirely relaxed. 

The chatelaine didn’t speak while he worked on her hands. She just watched him, curious and a little frustrated. There were things she wanted to say, but she hadn’t found the words yet. 

That was alright, he thought. He didn’t need her to say anything. Just to let him do this one, small thing. 

“You know,” she said finally, “if anyone else tried this, I’d kick them and leave.”

“Ah, but I am special?”

She looked away, an almost silent yes passing her lips. “I wanted to show you I can be as strong as you. I don’t want you to see me differently.”

“I know.” He smiled at her, his eyes alight with affection. “But I want to be there for you when you need me. I want to lo-” He coughed, started again. “I want to listen to you. So that I can help - because you are my precious little one.” He put the lid back on the salve. 

The chatelaine stared at her hands, quiet for a moment. 

Mitsuhide was worried he might have assumed too much. Just because she enjoyed his company didn’t mean she -

“Thanks. I- I feel like, since I came here, that I’m a burden. I don’t know how things work. How to talk to people. How to get around. Everything is different. The food, the clothes . . . And I was worried if I asked you for anything you might . . .” she sniffed, “you might see me that way too.”

He set a hand on her knee and squeezed lightly. “Silly little mouse. As if I could see you as anything other than a beautiful little fool.”

“You just had to add the fool part in there, huh?” She gave him a pretend glare. “Not everybody can read minds, ok? That’s not my fault. But you did say beautiful.” 

“Breathtaking. Gorgeous. So much so that any day is made better by the sight of you. My heart sings in your presence. You give me a reason to live.” He let himself tell her the truth for once, knowing she would see it as only a joke.

The chatelaine laughed. “Now you’re laying it on too thick. Anyway. Thanks for this.” She flexed her hands. “Can I keep that cream stuff you used?”

“Of course.” He handed her the pot. “Anything for you.”

“Seriously. Say stuff like that to a girl that doesn’t know you and you’re going to break hearts.” 

He wore his smile as if those words were taken as lightly as she meant them. “I’ll keep that in mind. Now, promise me you’ll tell me when you need something? Otherwise I’ll have to keep spying and blackmailing you. Although . . . I do enjoy that.”

“Blah. Yeah. I guess. Only because I know if I don’t, you’ll find out anyway.” She swatted his hand away from her leg with a grin. “So, are you going to push me back to my rooms or let me get my hands dirty again?”

“It will be my pleasure to push you there. Perhaps I can get a goodnight kiss as payment?”

“In your dreams!” 

He laughed. “Those will be the dreams I treasure then.”

[hypotheticalskinarios]

So sure enough, they had kept in contact after their impromptu rock show after party...and she was actually headed over to their house. Cole was apparently going to be gone hunting for the weekend, so Tiffany had invited her over for dinner. They really didn't live that far from her, so she happily accepted the invitation.

She was told to just come on in when she got there, so she did just that. "Hello?" she said...as she closed the door behind her. "Oh...hey honey" Tiffany replied "I'm here in the kitchen "

So she went into the kitchen, where she found Tiffany standing in front of the stove...in nothing but a pair of black silk panties. Her mouth said nothing, but her eyes apparently did, because Tiffany just laughed and said "Honey, I'd probably never wear clothes around the house if it weren't for you know who. I swear that man still turns into a horny teenager if I so much as take my shirt off in front of him. And I wouldn't even be wearing these right now if I wasn't cooking, but it just seemed like the right thing to do. But you, young lady, are completely overdressed. Luckily I got you something a little more casual to wear. It's in the first bedroom on the left down the hall, so you go get changed while I finish up here."

So she went down the hall...and entered the first door on the left. When she turned the light on, she saw a pair of white cotton panties laying on the bed...with the tag still in them. She removed the tags, and then all of her clothes. She then slipped into them and returned to the kitchen.

"Oh honey" Tiffany told her "those look even better on you than I'd imagined...and I even got the right size." Her hostess now handed her a glass of wine, but before they could even clink glasses, Tiffany leaned in and kissed her. She was struck by just how much more familiar this woman's lips felt every time, so she placed her hand on the small of Tiffany's back and reciprocated...with her tongue in tow.

They eventually separated and toasted one another, before sitting down to eat.

After dinner, they moved over to the couch...bringing the bottle of wine with them. So they talked...and kissed some more. At one point, Tiffany kissed her ear...before moving down her neck...caressing her breasts as she did so. Esvie could feel herself becoming more wet, so she desperately hoped that these new panties of hers were just a temporary thing. Tiffany's hand moved down her stomach now...as she began to kiss Esvie's shoulder...until she stopped.

"I'm sorry" Tiffany told her "I just have to get something off of my chest. You see...I invited you over for dinner, which I worked very hard on, but you only ate maybe half of it. That just feels a bit rude to me."

"I'm so sorry Tiffany" Esvie replied "but I'm kind of a picky eater and I didn't know what you were making, so I picked up something on the way just in case. But I do promise that your food was delicious."

"You know" Tiffany continued "It's easy to say that you're sorry. Most people forget about it immediately, and honestly don't even remember what they apologized for. But real remorse must be memorable if you really do mean it. So tell me Esvie.. are you really sorry?"

"Of course I am" Esvie replied.

"Well very well then" Tiffany told her...before looking at her and tapping the tops of her own thighs.

Esvie knew exactly what she meant, so she lay across Tiffany's lap...and pulled her new panties down to her thighs...exposing her entire ass.

"SLAP!!!"

Esvie recoiled and shrieked. But that wasn't all. She also saturated the front of Tiffany's black silk panties.

"Look what you made me do honey" Tiffany told her. "Your beautiful ass now has an ugly red handprint on it...it just looks uneven."

"Well" Esvie replied...trying to hide her sudden excitement "you could always spank the other cheek so they'll match...and I probably do deserve it anyway."

Tiffany obviously agreed, because without saying a word, she spanked Esvie again...even harder...prompting her to let out a guttural moan.

"Hmmm" Tiffany said as Esvie pulled her panties back up very gingerly "maybe we should go into the bedroom since the bedsheets would feel better against your ass than this rough old couch would."

So they got up and headed to the bedroom. Once inside, Tiffany helped Esvie out of her panties before removing her own. Then she pulled the covers back and instructed Esvie to lie down.

"That's it honey" Tiffany told her "go ahead and spread those legs for me, because one of us still has room for dessert."

[teyums]

since in the last post you told us about your hometown and yourself. take this one as a chance to tell us about your interests! your likes and dislikes, opinions, and just whatever you feel like.

say what's on your mind! ;)

-☘️

i love how when i’m asked basic questions about myself i completely forget who i am, this took some time 💀 also clover anon ily!

(putting a read more for those who don’t want to scroll)

likes!

- I’m obsessed with jewelry. When i say obsessed i mean obsesseddd. Both my arms are always dressed with lots of beaded bracelets. There are 12 on each arm currently. And i got them from a market here in West Africa! some from last time I visited and others from this current visit as I bought a bunch more recently. they’re all natural stone beads. I never take them off, i sleep in them, shower in them they’re basically my second skin. i have three waist beads on my waist. I wear a pearl anklet on each leg and I usually have one certain necklace i keep on for months at a time before I switch it out with another. If i’m going to play volleyball or something, i’ll remove my bracelets so I won’t break them. But I put them back on right after bc i feel naked 💀

- I love piercings! I’m very expressive through jewelry on my body. I believe I have 13 last I counted. Four on one ear, three on the other. My first lobes are gold guages, but I like to mix silver and gold jewelry. My belly button, two nostrils, a septum, my ashley (middle of the lip), my smiley, and I used to have my tongue pierced but i swallowed it LMFAOO

- i’m such a foodie i don’t think i’ve had a food i don’t like and i’m not picky at all i love trying new things. but spaghetti takes the cake for my fav (simple i know) i also really like sushi!

- i love rain, don’t like getting wet though lol

- SQUISHMALLOWSSS

- favorite colors are pale green or forest green, soft purples, and burnt oranges!

- i love animals. my favorites are my two kitties, but i also have a dog and a bearded dragon who i also love

- I LOVEEE lemonade. Literally cannot last more than two days without lemonade in my house. That and water is all I drink lol, i’m not a big soda person.

- I love to write, have been doing it since I was in middle school. As cringy as it sounds it is like an escape lol. Just give me wifi (for dictionary and thesaurus) and my notes app and you won’t hear from me for a while.

dislikes!

- i hate ignorant people like anyone should. that includes any of the “phobes” and “ists” (that are bad). transphobes, homophobes, racists, fascists, ableists. you name it i hate it lol

- loud noises. i do not do well with loud noises at allll. makes me very anxious and for some reason angry?? this also applies directly for heat. even right now, i’m in my grandma’s room because it’s quiet and cool lol

- men ❤️. although i have been cursed with being attracted to them. so maybe i should say men who AREN’T fictional

interests

- to start with the obvious one, i have been obsessed with avatar since 2009! yes me, as a 6 year old, sitting there with my eyes covered by my parents’ hands when that scene of jake and neytiri came on screen. (we have the extended movie on blu-ray). that did not stop me from looking up exactly what happened on youtube and going down the rabbit hole that still has not ended. 😭 I’ve watched the first hundreds of times with my dad, so when we found out the 2nd was coming out we actually almost shit ourselves

- often confused with avatar, one of my favorite series is avatar the last airbender. after long debate with my sisters we have decided i would be an earthbender like toph (queen!!! also the name of one of my cats <3)

- i’m very spiritual. i like to meditate, sage and incense my room multiple times a week. I’m very cautious about who i allow around me because i do believe energy is easily transferred. I’m a great judge of character and can often tell if a person is good spirited or not.

- i’m a very opinionated person. anytime something is up for debate best BELIEVE i will be there to shout my opinion from the high tops. some people hate that about me, some love it, but hey i am who i am!

- was a monster high fanatic until like 14 i can’t even lie to y’all but anybody who liked monster high is a bad bitch now sooo

- late last year i picked up crocheting, really fun once you get the hang of things! i was over the moon when i made my first tote bag you couldn’t tell me anything 😭

[planetsano]

xbox or playstation? 🎮

SYNOPSIS ✰ eren finds more interest in gaming than you, his horny girlfriend.

WARNINGS ✰ nsfw/18+, gamer au, streamer/gamer eren, very needy and horny reader, humping, sex in a gaming chair, blowjob, dirty talk, eren is kinda mean but he lets you use him to get off.

PAIRING ✰ eren yeager x female reader.

The uncomfortable throbbing and heat coming from between your legs were enough to pull you from your sleep. The dream you experienced before waking up was the cause— your boyfriend fucking you into the mattress while his large hand your face hard-pressed into the sheets as he pounded into you from behind. It was expected, Eren’s been streaming and gaming for most of the day, leaving you to fend for yourself to find your own entertainment. Usually, you didn’t mind. It was his job and how he paid rent but on this particular day you were feeling very needy and your advances were met with a dismissive ‘I’m working.’ or ‘I’m busy right now. Can’t you wait later?’

A tiny whine escaped your lips as you sat up, wiping the sleep from your hazy eyes to an empty bed. The orange light from the sunset was bleeding through the window, entering the room and coloring the walls a warm apricot color.

5:15 pm is what the digital clock sitting on the nightstand on his side of the bed read. He should be finished streaming.

The soft pitter-patter of your soft feet sounded again the cold hardwood flooring throughout the hallway as you made your way to what you like to call ‘the homewrecking room’, it’s just his workroom but maybe you’re a little bit of a drama queen. The door was halfway open, so you stuck your head in. It was rather dark, his LEDs turned off and the blinds from the window closed. His face was illuminated by the computer monitors in front of his face. He wasn’t on stream right now that was a fact but you still knocked on the twice before stepping in.

“Eren,” You called for him.

Your soft voice grabs Eren’s attention, making him do a double-take. He takes his hand to push one side of his headset behind his ear, eyes locked on you for a moment. He’s not sure if you want to tell him something but he couldn’t lie, you looked cute right now— dressed in nothing but his hoodie and your cute panties. You were wearing the cotton ones that had the teeny ribbon bow at the waistband. You had a sleepy look on your face, rubbing your eyes with one of your sweater paws.

“Took a nap?” He asks— his eyes darting back to the main computer monitor out of the three in front of him.

“Mhm.” You hum in response, walking over to him and standing at the armrest of his chair.

Eren looks pretty right now. He always does but you especially love when he wears his hair down. He’s so invested in the game— brows furrowed in concentration while his fingers skillfully mashed the controller’s buttons. The game controller looks so small in his hands compared to when you’re holding it.

“Can we cuddle?” You ask softly, wiggling your sweater paw on his forearm.

Eren leans back further in his gaming chair, lifting his arms as an invitation for you to come climb into his lap. So you did— settling yourself onto his thighs with both your legs on either side of his waist. Your body melts into his with your face buried in his neck, taking in his scent. He smelled faintly of his favorite cologne, a sultry mixture of amber and cedarwood. Eren’s arms wrap around your frame, his slender hands still pressing the buttons on his controller rapidly. You can hear his friends’ yelling, profanities, and jokes spill through his headset. To be frank, you were getting a little jealous because you wanted his attention. You’ve been asking for it the entire day nearly.

“Miss you, Eren..” You whine quietly into his skin.

“Flank to your right, Jean-” Eren mutes his mic. “I’m right here, pumpkin.” He rubs yours back a couple of times before his hand is back on the controller. Eren isn’t really there and definitely not paying attention either, you can tell. There's a clear difference in tone— disinterest, and dismissiveness when speaking to you and the lighthearted words and chuckles his friends get.

“Pay attention to me.” You mumble.

“I am.” He deadpans.

“You’re not, you jerk.” Your shirt balls up into your fist.

You just want him— and you’re not exactly picky with how either.

One of your hands finds its way to your clothed pussy, lodging itself in between his crotch and yours before you begin to hump it, adding pressure on your clit from your middle and ring finger.

“What are you doing?” Eren asks quietly enough for his headset not to pick up his words.

“Nothing.” You whimper, continuing to rut yourself against your hand and taking in your boyfriend’s scent.

It’s not enough though, you know it’s not enough. In a way, you almost hate how Eren conditioned you to want his cock and his only. It’s so fucking big and pretty, he knows it too. The way you can feel that thick vein that protrudes angrily along his length rub against your g spot with every thrust. God, and how he splits you open is almost scary but you can’t get enough of it. Fingers, pillows, toys just don’t do it for you anymore— and your hand right now certainly wasn’t.

“C’n I put you inside?” You lift yourself lazily from his shoulder to look at him, pouting and flushed in the face. Eren sighs, before muting his mic once again.

“Will you behave? I’m serious, (Name). I’m not fucking you right now. Jean is recording for his channel.” He says.

“s’okay!” You perk up a bit. “Just wanna feel you.” You say.

“You say that then we end up fucking..” He sighs when he sees the sad puppy eyes you were putting on for him.

“Go on then, Get me hard.”

It’s been thirty minutes— thirty aching minutes of being stuffed full of Eren’s fat cock. Your panties have long since been discarded somewhere on the floor while his shorts and boxers are pulled halfway down his thighs. You know he can feel your walls fluttering around him every time one of you shifts even the slightest bit, and the most frustrating thing about it is: he doesn’t seem to be affected by any of this. Still ignoring you with his dick buried balls deep into your cunt. Every time you attempted to grind your hips down onto his, he would pinch your thigh hard enough to sting.

“Rennie,” You had tears pricking at your eyes at this point, all you wanted to do was cum but your boyfriend was being a jerk.

“Are you this insatiable? My god.” Eren asks.

“Please, Eren. I miss you.” You rolled your hips onto his.

“Fine. Use it, get yourself off. But I’m not helping you.”

Eren doesn’t have to tell you twice before you’re fucking yourself on his cock— quite literally using him as your own personal dildo. Your arms are wrapped snug around his neck, muffling your moans in his neck as you bounce yourself up and down on his shaft. The head of his cock hitting your cervix every time your hips slammed down onto his. The chair creaking underneath you both with your rapid movements was paired with soft sounds of skin slapping, your labored breathing, and whines. You’re almost certain his teammates can hear you, but it doesn’t matter to you. The only thing on your mind right now was using your boyfriend to get yourself off.

You feel your high form in the pit of your tummy, erupting like a volcano when you reach its peak. Your walls clamp around your boyfriend’s big cock— walls fluttering and clenching in erratic rhythms around his shaft. Your thighs are burning and shaking as you tried your best to silence your moans by biting down on his shoulder. Eren feels it all, he knows you just came but he’s still unbothered, his eyes locked on the screen. His body only moves slightly when you tug on his neck a little too hard. You’re limp in his lap, catching your breath when you hear Eren’s team call for a 10-minute break before resuming another session.

“Satisfied?” He asks, pulling back his headphones so they lay around his neck.

“You didn’t cum.” You say, your cheek slightly squished from his shoulder. Eren only shrugs and ushers you to get up by tapping on your thighs and you followed suit— lifting yourself off his cock. It falls heavy out of you, slapping softly onto his shirt glistening from your juices.

“Clean it.” He says.

You drop to your knees taking his shaft into your palm, dragging your tongue along his length making sure to flatten your muscle to cover more area. You look up through your lashes at Eren to see he’s on his phone— body relaxed with his arm rested behind his head, scrolling through Twitter. Ignoring you, again.

Your hand wraps around the base of his cock as you swirl your tongue around the flushed red tip— then taking as much as you possibly could into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks to create a sucking sensation. The rest that couldn’t fit was being fisted by your hand.

“I said clean up your mess, not get me off,” Eren says, looking down at you instead of at his phone. You released him from your mouth with an explicit ‘pop.’

“Will you feed me, Eren?” You ask, eyes never leaving his. “‘m hungry.” Your hand continues to pump him lazily.

“Fuck- Yeah, I got something for you. Hold still.” Eren’s phone is long forgotten, his hand grabbing a fist full of your hair pulling your head back.

“Use both hands, yeah- stroke my cock, baby.” Eren’s moans sound breathless and pretty. You’re moving your hands up and down his dick at a rapid pace.

“Open your mouth. Said you were hungry, right?” Eren shoots his load onto your tongue unannounced— his thick ropes painting your pretty pink tongue white, some of it dripping down your chin. He’s looking down at you with lidded eyes and his bottom lip nursed between his teeth as he rides out his high with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. Your hands come to an eventual stop and you roll your tongue back into your mouth, swallowing your snack. Eren takes a finger, swiping it along your chin to gather the excess that didn’t make it into your tummy. You gladly taking his finger into your mouth sucking it clean.

“Now get out. I’m working.”

© all content belongs to rekiri 2021. do not modify or repost.

[silversatoru]

play-thing — part one

gojo satoru x getou suguru x f!reader

t/w: nsfw 18+, dark content, drugging, manipulation, noncon/dubcon, oral (f!receiving), nipple play, this story contains very dark themes so please do not read it you’re sensitive to any of these topics

synopsis: suguru and satoru are missing something in their lives, and who better to manipulate than an lonely, impressionable girl who just moved to tokyo from another city. they’re willing to take extreme measures to transform you into their perfectly submissive little play-thing. 

wc: 1.9k

suguru and satoru do everything together; live in the same house, work at the same company, even share a closet of the most expensive clothes, but something was missing. they both felt it, the empty space between them, and they were determined to find the perfect piece to fill the gaping hole in their lives.

and you practically fell right into the palm of their hands, in a local grocery store of all places. a pretty little thing with a freshly broken heart who’d just moved here from a neighboring city. no friends, no family nearby, anxious and impressionable and desperately in need of a couple capable men to show her around. it all started with an innocent question: “hey, sorry to bother you guys, but could you tell me where the baking aisle is?”

how you ended up here you still weren't quite sure. 

“let us take you on a tour of the city tonight,” satoru had cooed at you.

“there’s a few really nice bars, we could grab some drinks,” suguru added, both their voices smooth and terrifyingly persuasive.

but they seemed nice enough, and you weren't in any position to be picky with making friends right now — after all, you’d have to get accustomed to the city somehow, right?

wear something pretty, satoru had winked at you before you parted ways and continued your shopping, and for some reason you were very inclined to do as he said. they were both intimidatingly attractive and you weren’t exactly sure what their dynamic was yet, but you decided that if you ended up in bed with one of them tonight, it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

you’d chosen a short and silky black dress, something elegant but classic that would absolutely catch the eyes of both men. and it did, satoru’s eyes glazing over your body several times before he even bothered to say hello to you. suguru was less obvious, his dark eyes giving you a quick once-over before giving you a warm smile and wrapping his arm around your shoulders as the three of you entered the first bar.

it was small, dimly lit with a few lanterns and packed tight with people. a little too crowded for your level of comfort, so you stuck closely to the sides of suguru and satoru as they led you deeper into the pub. the dark-haired male gestured towards an empty seat at the end of the countertop, the two of them standing on either side of you after you slid into it. satoru spoke with an impressive level of charisma, ordering three of the same drink from the bartender — who he seemed to know quite well.

taking a few sips of the liquor did wonders for you initial anxiety, and the casual conversation with both men was helping you to settle in as well. 

so, where are you from? 

what made you want to move to tokyo?

what do you do for a living? 

you were painfully oblivious to how the conversation stayed entirely centered around you; you still hadn’t learned anything about the two men, but they were learning everything about you. 

an hour or so in, a warm dizziness began to swirl around the inside of your head, slowly exacerbating until you felt like you were about to tumble out of your seat. you’d only had a couple drinks, and you normally handled your alcohol fairly well, so why did you feel absolutely sloshed right now? 

“guys, i think maybe-” you turned towards your two tour guides and crashed forward into suguru’s chest without warning. 

“think you went a little heavy, toru?” he scooped his hands under your plump ass and lifted your unconscious body into his muscularly arms. 

“not my fault she has no tolerance,” satoru shrugged, throwing some cash on the counter, “might be easier with her like this anyway”. 

“i suppose,” suguru clicked his tongue off the roof of his mouth, “stupid girl, didn’t your parents teach you not to trust strangers so easily?”

the two of them casually made their way out of the bar together, making jokes about how poorly you handle your liquor to anyone who gave them a questionable look — but the bar was so loud and jam-packed with people that they made it out without any incident.

you were slow to come out of your sleepy haze, head nodding up and down as you struggled to maintain consciousness and take in the scenery around you. in a futile attempt to brush some hair out of your face you realized your hands were tightly secured behind your back. panic immediately flooded your system, chest tightening and hot tears brimming at the edges of your eyes. 

“just a precaution, angel,” suguru came walking into your hazy vision, a warm smile on his face as he tucked the loose strands of hair behind your ears, “how are you feeling?” 

“wha-, whaaat happen- ed?” your words were garbled, your brain barely able to form them. 

“don’t worry about it,” satoru appeared next to suguru, “you just drank a little too much, but we’ll take good care of you, won’t we suguru?” 

“of course, no need for you to worry about anything anymore,” he gave an affirmative nod. 

“i don’t think-” you wracked your brain for any recollection of what had happened tonight, but you found nothing, “i don’t th- think i — understand”. 

“you will soon,” satoru flashed a bright smile, but it wasn’t nearly as inviting as the first time you saw it. this time it was eerie, evil, threatening — what exactly was he talking about? 

your brain was quickly turning to absolute mush, your vision getting darker and foggier than it already was as you tried to hang on to the sound of their voices.

just relax

we’re gonna make you feel good, you wanna feel good, princess?

you want us to make you feel better?

“mhm,” you gave them a slow nod. you did want them to make you feel better! you felt groggy and confused and nauseas! so of course you said yes! that is what they were asking? right?

you felt the bed shift around you, several hands tracing over your skin and gently pushing you onto your back. you tried to question them, tried to form the words, but your brain was unable to produce a single word or movement at this point.

a hot tongue connected with the side of your neck, lips latched onto the skin and sucking gently on the sensitive area. another mouth was on your inner thigh, sucking a little harder and undoubtedly leaving a small marking. you subconsciously let out a squeaky, shaky breath, the warmth of their tongues eliciting a response in your doped-up body.

goosebumps raked through your body when you felt a pair of slender fingers slip under your dress and brush over the thin material of your panties. it was satoru, his middle and index fingers prodding at your clothed cunt and sending jolts through your legs. meanwhile suguru continued to cover your neck in sloppy kisses, one of his large hands groping at your covered breasts.

your brain had gone numb, from the drugs, the confusion, the terribly intoxicating pleasure. you hated how clueless you were, how useless your body was right now, but what you hated most of all was that you weren’t even trying to fight back. their touch felt good — too good for you to ask them to stop.

it wasn’t long before satoru’s fingers were replaced with his mouth, his tongue running up and down the fold in your panties and absolutely soaking the material with his saliva. he groaned from the taste, getting just as much pleasure from this as you were. he was quick to push the fabric to the side, sliding his tongue against your sticky folds with hunger and urgency. he lapped at your cunt, flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue and evoking a series of twitches from your lazy body.

“be gentle with her” suguru’s voice sounded far off in the distance as he mumbled into your chest.

satoru heeded to the other man’s instructions, slowing his pace and going more gentle on your sensitive, puffy clit. suguru found your hardened nipples through your thin dress, rolling them in his fingers and enhancing the already blissful feeling you were getting from satoru’s tongue.

the two of them working together was incomprehensibly euphoric, your stomach coiling into tight knots with each swipe of his tongue. without warning he dove even deeper, his tongue shooting into your cunt while his nose rubbed against your throbbing bundle of nerves. between that and suguru giving your nipples a sudden tug, your body was crashing with waves of pleasure — strangled moans and pitiful whimpers the only sounds that your mouth could produce.

it was a near-holy experience, the feeling of the sedatives pumping through your veins as satoru tongued your pussy and suguru massaged your breasts through your heightened orgasm. you felt like you were floating, the room was spinning, and then everything went dark.

a real shame that you wouldn’t be able to remember any of it by the time you woke up.

bright sunlight pierced through your eyelids the following morning, forcing you awake and causing you to jolt up. you were laying in a large bed that was situated at the back of a rather large room, fitted silk sheets cool under your skin. confused of what happened and where you were, you stood from the bed and made your way to the door, feet patting on the soft carpeted floor. 

when you opened the door you entered a long hallway that led to a wide stairway covered in the same fluffy carpeting. two voices were laughing and talking beneath you, and curiosity fueled your motivation to walk down the stairs and into an open-concept kitchen and living room. 

satoru and suguru, the two men from yesterday were busy at the stove, pancakes and bacon sizzling away on two cast-iron pans. they wore matching aprons, suguru’s reading chef daddy, and satoru’s reading mr. good-lookin’ is cookin’. 

who the fuck were these guys?

“feeling better?” suguru was the first to notice you loitering at the edge of the room. 

“yeah, how are you? didn’t picture you to be such a heavy drinker,” satoru laughed, flipping a pancake with grace. 

you didn’t remember much, nothing past sitting down at the bar with them. you weren’t much for getting wasted but you were plagued with more stress than usual lately — maybe you really let yourself go last night. 

“ah, sorry about that, I don’t even remember what i did, honestly,” you shrugged, “thanks for looking out for me though, where’s my stuff?”

“in a hurry to leave? stay for breakfast,” suguru brushed off your question with a captivating smile, his eyes squinting together in the most adorable way. 

“we insist,” satoru chimed in, humming as he continued to focus on the sweet-smelling food. 

and so you stayed, which was probably the worst mistake that you’d made in the past twenty-four hours of countless terrible mistakes. 

part one | part two

a/n: im on a yandere/dark content kick today i cant help it. anyway if u wanna be tagged when i post part two lemme know :) and if u want some yandere megumi go read @katslutski​ ‘s tell me 

(ily kat <33 so happy to have someone to get into very specific obsessions with)

[officerjennie]

ANOTHER FLUFFY DIALOGE BECAUSE WHO AM I IF I DON’T ASK FOR THIS JAMIE PLeaSE

“Would it be all right if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.”

Hng 🥺❤️

I wrote this at...some point? last month? Time is meaningless, idk what's going on, but. voila.

and the night was quiet around them

CW: None

Summary: As always, Geralt walks Jaskier home, but this time Jaskier has a question for him

Taglist: at the bottom - let me know if you want on/off it!

It was habit to walk Jaskier home by now. After every late night coffee date, sitting for hours into the night while Jaskier muttered to himself and practically pulled out his hair. Hot chocolate for Geralt and potfulls of the strongest bean juice they had for the grad student, as if it alone would drag Jaskier through each and every day.

The night was quiet. Geralt's hands in his pockets, Jaskier's arm in his. Few cars passed them by but they were in a nice part of town, so Jaskier didn't actually need company on his walk. But it made Geralt rest a little easier to see him home, whether on the phone if he wasn't around or in person.

"It's getting cold." Jaskier clung to him, more than a little whiny when he was tired. The bags under his eyes were getting more pronounced. At this point, they might become a permanent feature. 

"You've got a heated blanket at home. We're almost there."

"God, I do not want to know what time it is. Maybe they'll cancel class tomorrow." At Geralt's soft hum, Jaskier gave a wistful sigh, tilting his head back to stare up at the stars. "Could be a holiday. Or a tornado destroys the building. I'm really not that picky."

"Doubt both of us would forget a holiday."

"That mean the tornado is still on the menu?"

Jaskier's apartment was its own little separate building. As always, Geralt walked him all the way to his front door, leaning against the wall while Jaskier fumbled for his keys. His own wasn't that far away, just two streets down, so he'd be tucked into his own bed soon enough, crashing and more than a little thankful that he didn't have anywhere to be the next morning.

"G'night." Jaskier said it softly, and then stood there almost sheepish. It was odd enough for Geralt to cock his head, until Jaskier was squirming under his gaze.

“What is it?”

Some more squirming, and then Jaskier pouted, looking up at Geralt through his long lashes. “It’s cold in my apartment. Can I…borrow your sweater?”

“Instead of turning up the heater or using your blanket?” Geralt shook his head, crossing his arms as he waited for Jaskier to use a better excuse than that.

But, surprisingly, Jaskier didn’t try to come up with one. He huffed instead, stepping closer to wrap his arms around Geralt and bury his face into his chest. “No, it just…smells like you. Would help me sleep.”

Geralt’s words ran away from him. Tongue properly tied, mind screaming, and all he could do was push himself away from the wall and take off his sweater. He couldn’t look at Jaskier when he handed it to him, feeling his face burning, and it only got worse when Jaskier bounced on his feet to give his cheek a quick kiss goodnight.

The night was still quiet as Geralt made his own way home. Streets and roads empty, only the occasional stray cat and a dog barking behind a fence. But his heart was anything but quiet, racing away and pounding in his ears even after he was tucked into his own bed.

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[jyvnho]

requesting a mtl of ateez members you’d like to fuck and why :)

this is all just for fun so don't take anything here too seriously! — i love all the boys equally (maybe yunho a little bit more but he's my bias okay) so the ranking system is just who i want to fuck the most out of all of them

most

yunho : self-explanatory he’s my bias, he towers over me, his hands are beautiful and deep down i know this man is kinky as fuck

san : he seems rough and straight to the point yet incredible at being able to please others (sign me tf up)

seonghwa : the definition of seduction and desire — just looking at him makes my legs shake (he seems like a very serious yet attentive person to fuck)

yeosang : after seeing that clip of him doing the tongue thing with jessi my mind cannot view him as anything other than a pussy devourer... plus that man is a walking masterpiece

hongjoong : the only reason he's this low is that while he's still taller than me, he's techincally small in ateez and i'm picky about height (however he's a rapper and rappers give the best head ever, plus he has the nicest voice for dirty talk)

jongho : do not take this the wrong way but he's a bit beefy-er than the other boys and this alone makes me drool — men with a lil bit of beef on them just do it for me i guess (a bonus is that he could probably manhandle me into next week)

mingi : big bodied boy, deep ass voice, an ass for days... he would be up there with yunho but i do see him as a little bit more sub-like or even just not into the whole dom/sub thing so that puts me off a little bit (mingi hmu tho)

wooyoung : i love this man to bits and think he's super fucking hot (as with all the boys tbh) but he definitely talks/moans your ear off in the moment which is just... it's hot but it's not at the same time

least

[roscgcld]

HEADCANON + NANAMI KENTO || turning into a child

request: Your Nanami headcanons were so so good!! I love how detailed they were! Do you have any headcanons on how Nanami would react to being turned into a young kid/toddler and his reaction to the jjk cast/reader??

note: nga, thank you for saying that love! i am always happy whenever you guys tell me you enjoy my headcanons - they make me feel all warm and happy inside! and tbh, i had to think long and hard because i can’t see nanami as a baby???? like mans is so prim and proper that it was just so hard lmao! but - i think this would be most like what will happen if he was the one to turn into the child lmao

pronouns: them/they

honestly, i think we can all say this - people who are all prim and proper now were such absolute monsters when they were kids 

feel like this might happen after a normal morning - having breakfast together whilst he reads the newspaper, helping him with his tie after going through your morning checklist of things he should bring to work together, and sending him off with a parting kiss

so you can imagine your shock when, not even 2 hours into the morning, you got a call from his senior and co-worker, gojo - who got your contact for emergencies 

“Y/N, i know you think I make a lot of useless jokes, but we have a serious problem right now.”

at first you were pretty miffed by it - you were pretty sure your boyfriend left the house a whole ass man; but you didn’t comment on it and drove to the college like you were told to

so when you entered the office, only to see what looked like a child who looks exactly like your boyfriend, sitting on the ground playing with his tie; his bright eyes blinking at you curiously

“gojo - what on earth is going on?” you’d ask in concern as you entered the room, picking nanami up when he dropped his tie and reached up to you for you to pick him up wordlessly

after getting an explanation about how he got hit by a Cursed Technique of some sort, ieiri will just reassure you that it’s just a temporary change and that it’ll wear off later in the day

you were dragged away from her talking when you felt someone tugging on your ear hard, to which you winced and gave the smiling child in your arm an unamused glance

he just tugged your ear once more, to which you grabbed his small hands in his and warned him not to do it again 

whilst adult nanami cannot stand gojo, child nanami follows him like a lost puppy - more than willing to learn the ways of the mischievous man child that is gojo 

the students were definitely having a lot of fun playing around with nanami - espeically yuij, since it felt like he can finally relate to the usually stonic and most times straight forward shaman

“maybe we should keep him like this.” yuji said with a grin as he bounces a giggling nanami on his knees, fushiguro and you sharing a look as he continues to cuddle nanami. “he’s easier to handle.”

definitely going about messing everyone’s days up with mischief and small pranks that really, people shouldn’t be encouraging - but who can really say no to him?

he yells a lot, and uses a lot of sound effects when describing things. and can talk fast too - most times you just sit there smiling and nodding without a clue on what he’s saying 

child nanami hates bugs with a passion - the college is filled with wildlife. you remember how there was a beetle that was walking on the wooden banister he was seated on, and when he realised it was there he was crying and screaming for someone to pick him up 

gojo got that on his phone by the way - and was laughing the entire time you were trying to console the traumatised nanami 

still feels like he respects the elders to a certain extend - he will still listen to you when you tell him not to do something. but that only applies to you, if anyone else tries to tell him something he doesn’t like he just huffs and sticks his tongue out at them

it such a picky eater; you got him curry and rice, which he likes to eat whilst being an adult. but child him refuses to even open his mouth; shaking his head adamantly at your spoon

“come on now, kento.” you cooed as you held out a spoonful or rice and curry for him to eat, trying to ignore the sniggers coming from nobara and yuji who sat opposite from you and the pouting child. “just one more bite, please? or not you can’t go and play with yuji-nii and nobara-nee.”

so much energy - he’s running all over the campus, leaving to all of you having to chase after him. even gojo was struggling to keep up with the child half way through the day 

doesn’t even take naps, and doesn’t like sweets - this kid runs on pure energy. think the only person who can handle him is yuji, who was surprisingly good with kids and was like a child whisperer

seriously, yuji seemed to know what he was trying to say everything, entertaining nanami and giving you a few moments to catch your breath while he tells him some outlandish story about his most recent mission

by the time the end of the day arrived, you were ready to just drop. luckily the entire day seems to catch up with nanami, who was nodding off on the drive home

the next day nanami didn’t have the guts to look at you; hiding his face in your neck whilst you laugh and held him close, your fingers combing through his hair gently. “it’s alright, nanami. you were cute.”

“i was a brat.” he grumbled softly, to which you just smile before leaning over to kiss his cheek, enjoying the feeling of his warm arms wrapped around your waist. “i apologise that you have to deal with brat me for so long.” 

you just smile and nuzzle him closer, finding it amusing how embarrassed he was about the entire thing. “you’re just being dramatic.”

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[ks-dreams-fantasies]

I like your stories. :) can I pls have one with Rio? I’m not too picky about the scenario. Maybe him being over protective or sexual anything really.

Thank you so much, you’re so sweet 😘 Hope you like this. Also, are you guys watching Good Girls tonight !? Can’t wait to see what happens next 🤔

Not your property - Rio (Good Girls)

Warning: Language, Angst, Smut

Word Count : 2k

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“Why are you overreacting? I didn’t do anything wrong” you said your hands thrown in the air as you spoke with your boyfriend

“Exactly, you didn’t do anything because that guy stayed there, trying to get with you” He sighed pacing around the dining room.

“I told him I wasn’t interested and that I was waiting for my boyfriend, what did you want me to do, punch him in the face?” you asked rolling your eyes only to get him angrier.

“Yes maybe, but you didn’t, so I had to take care of it, show him what’s mine” He almost screamed making your blood boil at his nonsense.

“You think because we’re together, it makes me your property?” you scoffed “You don’t own me Rio”His eyes turned dark, furious that you were arguing with him, he loved your attitude but not when you used it against him. You almost never called him by his name, so when you did, he knew you were equally mad.

“Don’t say that” he responded in between gritted teeth.

“Whatever, I’m tired of arguing, I’m going to take a shower” you turned around as he followed you. You got into the bathroom closing the door before he could even get in to continue with the debate. You started the shower as you got undressed getting inside, letting the hot water relax your muscles.

On the other side, Rio was trying to open the door, failing only to fuel his anger. He took a deep breath, going back to the kitchen fixing himself a glass of vodka to calm him down. He moved to the living room, sitting down on the couch, turning on the tv, letting his head rest on the back of the sofa sighing softly. He knew you were mad at him for getting mad at you, but he couldn’t help it. When he arrived at the bar to meet you after one hell of a day, he wasn’t pleased to see a guy sitting next to you, trying to talk with his girlfriend. The guy was drunk and didn’t get the hint when you denied him, and when Rio arrived, he had to take care of it. After he threatened the guy’s life with his famous golden gun, he grabbed you, pulling you out the bar as he drove back to your shared apartment. He was looking forward to spending a nice evening with you after the stressful day he had but he had no luck.

Part of him felt bad for lashing at you, he knew it wasn’t exactly your fault, a beautiful woman like you sitting at a bar all alone was meant to be hitting on in a way. Not that it excused the drunken man trying to flirt with you even when you said you weren’t interested, but he understood why he would want to get to know you. You gave off a good vibe and you were beautiful, and he knew for a fact that you had probably been very polite when denying the guy, something he didn’t like. He knew you could give attitude and sass, so if you had, the man wouldn’t have been trying to steal you away from him. Were you just too tired to even acknowledge the guy or were you maybe liking the attention he was giving you?  

The thoughts made his blood boil again as you walked out and sat beside him keeping a certain distance. You hated fighting with Rio, and you never wanted to go to sleep mad at each other, so you wanted to talk to clear things up before bed. You looked at his angry figure deciding to stay silent while you directed your eyes to the movie playing. There was something about the way he flared his nostrils and knitted his eyebrows that made you want to do unholy things to him. The way his arms were crossed and one of his hand was playing with bottom lip trying to calm himself made you squeezed your thighs at the thoughts of him fucking you senseless. You looked his way once again, but his eyes were staring at the tv, still not acknowledging you sitting next to him. When something made him really angry or you guys got into a fight, he would often give you the silent treatment, not wanting to say anything hurtful in the heat of the moment. Tonight was no different.

“Are you still mad?” you questioned getting no response

“I didn’t mean to make you angry, I told him I was not interested” still no answer. You had enough, you wanted to be close to him, to kiss him, to hold him but he was avoiding you. Huffing you decided to pull yourself closer to him, trying to get a reaction or even a look out of him. Still nothing. In one swift motion, you straddled his lap, trapping him under you, his eyes now landing on your face, sighing.

“Will you please stop ignoring me? I just want to go to bed and cuddle” you pouted as he sat still, staring blankly at your face. You proceeded to grind softly against him, hoping to get a reaction. You knew Rio, and he never was one to turn down sex, so when you started to move your hips a bit faster on him, he sighed grabbing your hips harshly

“What do you think you’re doing (Y/N)?” he asked following the movement of your tongue as you licked your lips. You knew how to get to him, and you knew all his weakness, he hated that, but you always found a way to used them against him especially during these moments. His biggest weakness being you, he never was able to deny your demands. He was following your every move as you continued to rub against him, feeling him get harder under you.

“Nothing” you managed to say as you moved your head to the crook of his neck leaving a trail of kisses behind. He was trying not to let It show, but he was enjoying himself. You kissed his jaw, the corner of his mouth purposely missing his lips, and you went back to his neck before nibling on his ear slightly, something he adored.

“You know, I never got to tell you how hot I thought you looked when you confronted that guy” you whispered against his ear licking it slowly

“The way you gripped that gun of yours, it made me want to drop to my knees in front of everyone”you stated as he let out a throaty groan, pulling you closer by the back of your neck, crashing his lips to yours. The kiss was rough and needy, and you could still feel the angst radiating from his body. You continued to rock your hips against his, making you whimper as he ripped the flannel you were wearing, open. You gasped feeling the cold air against your naked skin, your nipples hardening at the anticipation of his next movement. He moved his hand to your breasts needling at them making you moaned against his mouth.

You lifted your body a little to give you access to his lower half, managing to pull his hard cock from his pants. His lips made their way to your collarbone as you pumped his throbbing dick a few times, making him bite your skin slightly. You aligned yourself on top of him, sinking down slowly, letting out a small moan as you felt your walls being stretched out. Your nails dug into his chest, leaving marks while you bounced up and down on his member. He grunted, admiring you as you threw your head back, feeling his finger sneak up on your swollen clit bringing you closer to the edge.

“F-fuck baby, don’t stop” You moaned feeling yourself on the verge of orgasming, before Rio grabbed your hips flipping you around, so he could be on top. You whined at the loss of contact on your clit but screamed in pleasure as soon as he pushed back into you roughly. He moved at a fast pace, trapping your throat with his hand as he lifted one of your legs on in shoulder to get better access to your aching core. His eyes were full of lust and need as he pounded into you. You knew part of him was still angry by the way he was grabbing your neck. He didn’t put enough pressure to hurt you, but his tight grip was enough for you to know he was still thinking about your fight. You grabbed his bicep tightly as he picked up his pace and roamed into you even harder than before, making you shriek in both pleasure and surprise. You hated fighting with Rio, but you sure loved the outcome. It always ended up with some angry and amazing makeup sex.

“Oh my god, yes!” you screamed in pleasure, your eyes rolling back

“Who’s making you feel this good (Y/N)?” he asked still pounding into you harshly, the only sound coming out of you being a moan. “Answer me” he continued

“Y-You” you said almost whispering, before you felt a slap on your thigh “Fuck baby! You, you are” you screamed tears welling up in your eyes as you could feel your release coming soon.

“That’s right mama! Me and no one else. You hear me?” He stated bringing his finger to rub your swollen clit feeling you clench around him.

“YES F-FUCK!” you screamed loudly as you felt yourself coming undone, panting heavily. Rio gave a few more thrusts as you rode your orgasm before he pulled out, moving to the end of the couch, standing near the armrest. He motioned for you to come closer, and you listened, laying down on the sofa, your head hanging upside down from the armrest. You opened your mouth and as soon as you did, Rio’s cock was down your throat. Your hand moved to massage his balls as you bobbed your head up and down his shaft. He leaned in a little, his dick pushing further into your mouth, as his finger reached your wet fold, playing with it once again, making you moan against him.  

He groaned loudly as you hollowed your cheeks wanting to feel him finish in your mouth. You relaxed your jaw, allowing him to hit the back of your throat making you gag slightly. You moved at a fast pace while Rio continued to pleasure you bringing you to your climax for the second time. You moaned loudly around him, and it was all it took for him to release on your tongue grunting lightly as his eyes closed. Spurts of his cum dripping on your lips as you couldn’t genuinely swallow it all. You sat back up, turning around, looking at him through your lashes as he stood there staring back at you, licking his fingers.

“Are you still mad at me” you asked him, biting your bottom lip

“How is it possible to stay mad at you?” He smirked holding your cheeks, leaving a peck on your temple. You smiled at him, standing up as you got dressed.

“You hungry? I can make something to eat while you go take a shower” you proposed, putting your arms around him. He accepted and left to go in the bathroom while you prepared something for the both of you. You put some music, swaying your hips as you started cooking. Arms found their way around your waist, and you knew Rio was smiling, you didn’t even have to see his face.

“What you making baby?” he asked swaying his hips against yours slowly to the beat of the music.

“Just some pasta” you answered putting down the spoon, turning towards him, lacing you arms around his neck

“I love you mama, you know that, right?” he questioned, pushing the hair that was on your face, away

“I love you too baby, especially when you’re being jealous and protective” you responded laughing slightly as Rio rolled his eyes before pushing his lips against yours, kissing you slowly as you both smiled into the kiss.

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-K