#not even my gorgeous arch could make these heels work

[linipikk]

I just found the worst thing on this earth and I'm gonna be a hater for once (disclaimer: i have nothing against Junko Shimada but i disagree with all her choices about this)

the fuck is this

Pointe ballet shoes but make them fucking WORSE

it is double the worst feet experience i can think of. all the bad wirh NONE of the good

1. This looks fucking uncanny. ballet shoes do NOT look like that on demi-pointe bc they break ACCORDING to the foot. ballerinas spend a weird amount of time developing their own shoes for these fugly things to look like that

2. if you are gonna put that transparent platform at least make it the way pointe shoes go when on demipointe??. The platform is already shaping the foot to go on heels why not do the design work to make it look like pointe shoes if that's the goal? but noooo the angle is whatever the designer thought pointe shoes do instead of opening google and finding someone breaking on pointe shoes

ALSO, and the thing that enrages me the most, is the velcro wtf. Ballet ribbons look so nice, they are so pretty, but these abominations? they use the cheapest fabric for it and it shows.

... I want to say there is ONE decent thing and it is the ribbons are on the correct spot BUT THATS FUCKING IT

And the stupid little knot in front? awful. we do not like things to break the line, and that shit looks bad. The idea is that the shoe EXTENDS the leg and having those two antennas look weird, makes me so angry

another thing, the width of the heels also is so awful. I'm against people who don't know how to get on pointe to go on pointe, bc injuries are real BUTTTTT, these platforms make it worse. Like, when someone was creating a shoe, found cheap satin midway, and thought it would be a good idea for a clown show.

I've been personally victimized by pointe shoes, but the heel version is just worse. They look bad, look cheap, don't even respect the idea of a pointe shoe and don't even look like they fit the models at all.

in conclusion, I hate them

[haruchi-slit]

"ARE YOU MISTER RIGHT? ARE YOU THE LOVE OF MY LIFE?"

warnings: mdni + p in v + missionary + not proof read | synopsis: surprising kento with a lingerie :)

nanami is literally, literally the perfect man, he's literally what GUY.exe (song) is describing! 6ft tall? check, super strong? check, emotional stability? check, kind? check! financial security? check! nanami is literally the man of possibilities and most importantly he's someone who's literally so sweet and romantic, he never once missed to pick you up from your work, he is the type to carry your bags so you won't struggle to carry them around, nanami is the type of guy to not ket you suffer alone from loneliness but, most importantly he is someone passionate and rough in bed....he'd have you moaning and squirming in bed like crazy, with your hands pinned down close to your ears as he slowly snaps his hips to your cunt, he's so gentle and all, he's the type of guy to be rough but in the most gentle way possible...

and because your fiance is such husband material, you decided to surprise him by secretly ordering a lingrie online, to reward him on his endless love for you...

and it was the best choice you've ever made in your life.

"nana-ahhmi!" you'd roll his name out of your mouth as you feel his cock penetrate deep down in your pussy, as your nails burry themselves on nanami's back and shoulders, "h-honey" he huffs, his voice full of thirst and extremity as he pushes your thighs higher that it almost folded you in half, "sorry for -goodness-" he paused, as your gummy walls

spasmed around his throbbing cock, "ripping your lingerie," he continues, with his raspy voice tinted with a apologetic tone,

"'s no problem kento- ah!" your mind full of fervor and lewd thoughts as kento plunges his pudgy cock in and out of your gummy walls, your hands creeping on to his neck, while your eyes locked on to one another, while you admired his surreally handsome face with his prominent jawline, he was just so majestic, angelic, even.

his sweat rolls down to the crevices of his neck, as his hand inched to your forehead to swiftly swipe away your hair and sweat, "i-i know I've told you this so many times..." he struggles to form a sentence as his other hand supported your neck, "-but you're so gorgeous," he mused with a frail tone,

"i love you, so much my love" he adds, his hips instinctively twitching to you, "me too kento- ugh! i love you!" you blurted out as your hazy eyes focused on how his cock derange your insides, he so far deep in you that you could feel him, hitting your womb, as his cock bulged on your tummy, you could feel the familiar knot tighten in your abdomen as the waves of pleasure waved across your head to your shoulders then to the heels of your foot to your clit, "mmmffhh-ah!" you let out a breathy moan, as clenched and sucked kento's cock in your pussy, you spasmed around him, drenching his cock with your arousal, "are you, close?" you couldn't respond, you were completely blanked out, fucked dumb, your eyes rolling back in the deepest part of your skull, your toes squirming and quivering and your back arched, your whole body throbbed and pulsed as you soaked kento's member with your sappy cum slushing down on his thick cock, "kentoo, yesyesyes! gosh!" you screamed as kento throbed inside your cunt, he continues to thrust in you making your pussy spasm uncontrollably around his cock, making your pussy so tight,

"you're squeezing me so t-tight" he grunts his voice was raspy, so alluring that you just want to cum all over his cock again,

"so close, honey, I'm close" he moaned, as his arms pulled you close burying his cock much deeper in you, as he nuzzles on your neck, before shooting his luscious cream in your cunt, you both catched your breaths your bodies, was scorchingly hot because of the heated session, "i love you" he whispers, still nuzzling on your neck, making his voice vibrate against your body "i love you more" you murmur as you feel your mixed arousal drip down your pussy, your hand wandered on his back as your other hand supported your body, the two of stayed silent basking the after glow of the bliss the two of you shared.

a/n: gege is right nanami is the ONLY right choice...

[blueicequeen19]

Night of Screams

Warnings: primal kink, cnc, restraints, Halloween vibes, overstimulation, orgasm denial, forced creampie, slight knife play

Thank god the carnival was over and no one else was around because the way she screamed when I finally caught her had my dick rock hard in my shorts. She fights me with everything she has, taking us down to the ground where I finally pin her arms above her head after she raked her nails down my bare chest. She spits at me and I laugh, running my tongue up the side of her perfect face.

“You can mark me all you want. I’m hard as fuck.” I taunt, attempting to press my lips to hers but she jerks away.

“Ugh! Get off me!” She screams, as I clamp both wrists in one hand and yank her dress down to reveal her gorgeous tits.

“Don’t you—.” Her words cut off on a moan as I suck her pebbled bud into my mouth, her body trying to arch into mine. Fuck, she tasted good.

“What’s your safe word?” I ask around a mouthful of her flesh before moving to the other one. There’s a pause as she trembles against my touch so I take her nipple between my teeth and tug.

“F-funnel c-cake.” She shudders, making me smirk as I continue to suck and twist her nipples.

“Not exactly what I had in mind but it’ll work.” I’d never done this before but I knew everyone had limits and if I reached hers then I wanted her to have the control to call everything off. My body was buzzing in my costume as I sat back on my heels and yanked my bandana free from my pocket to secure her wrists together. I was so excited that my fake-blood soaked hands shook as I checked to make sure there was no way she could slip the bandana off.

“What are you going to do?” She whispers, her eyes ablaze and her tits bouncing with every breath she takes. I lean down so she thinks I’m going to kiss her as I take one of her nipples between my fingers. She pursues her lips and I pinch her nipple.. hard. She cries out and I shove two fingers down her throat like I would my cock, making her choke until tears leak from her eyes.

“Whatever I want.” I murmur back. Fear and desire flash in her eyes before that fight kicks back in and she bats my hand away with her bound hands. I chuckle darkly as I rise to my feet and she attempts to kick me in the nuts before I haul her up over my shoulder.

“Go ahead and scream. No one is coming to save you.” I can’t help but slide my hand under her dress and stroke her soaked slit. She growls as her fists pound against my back and ass as I walk over to the dark, empty fun house.

I played in this thing so much as a kid that I even know where the hidden trap doors are. The metal creaks as I move up the steps and she shouts profanities at me until I swat her ass hard then squeezing in warning. I love that she’s wearing a dress. I press firmly against her clit and she gasps, falling still as I stroke her slit.

“So compliant when a little pleasure is involved.” I laugh and she growls, digging her nails into my back as I walk us through the tight maze.

“Fuck you.” She spats and I suddenly drop her to her feet, shoving her back against the wall as my hand finds her throat.

“No—.” I growl, shoving two fingers inside her tight cunt and watching her eyes nearly pop out, “— fuck you.” I finger her hard and fast, her knees nearly giving out as she pants and moans. These Kook girls were all the same. You get a little rough or mean and they spread their legs so easily. Just when I know she’s about to cum, I stop to suck my fingers clean.

“Wh—.” I cut her off by tightening the hand on her throat, my lips finding her ear as I whisper.

“Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to try and hide and I’m going to chase you. If I catch you, I fuck you until you can’t walk let alone run out of this place.” I pull back and all I can make out in the dark is the whites of her eyes as she stares back at me stunned.

“But—.”

“Don’t let me catch you.” I bite out, half wishing I’d stripped her naked before getting started. I step back and she sags against the wall, her chest heaving with every breath.

“You have sixty seconds. Run.” She takes off without a backwards glance, the metal whining with every step she takes as she runs and slams into the plastic panels hanging from the ceiling. I start to whistle the nightmare on elm street tune as I lean against the wall, listening as her footsteps find the stairs surrounded by a wall of chains.

I palmed my dick when her footsteps stopped. I was so hard it hurt. I wanted to torment her. I wanted to bring her to the edge over and over again but never let her finish while also wanting to just fuck her hard and fast until we’re both hot, sweaty messes.

I turn towards a trap door that contained a ladder to the next level and silently made my way up until I was standing behind a dummy wall. I could hear her panicked breathing close by and I resisted the urge to laugh as I slid out of the next trap door. I kept my steps light, avoiding the weak spots that creaked as I moved to the floor level tunnel where she was no doubt hiding. Most people were too afraid to crawl through the tunnel when the fun house was open in fear of getting caught by one of the actors in such a weak position but seemed like Y/N was up for the challenge.

I kneeled beside the opening, keeping myself hidden as I listened to her terrified breathing. If I waited any longer I was going to have blue balls for the rest of my life so I lunged. My hands shot out and wrapped around her calves in the dark and she screamed as I yanked her out. Her dress rode all the way up to her stomach as I grabbed her hips before tearing her panties clean off. Her nails bit into my skin again as she fought me. My blood was mixing with the fake blood of my costume and that only fueled me on.

“Remember your safe word.” I growled, shoving her legs apart and thrusting two fingers inside her. Her body tensed at the intrusion even as she moaned like a pornstar. Her legs opened wider and her body arched before I chuckled and she suddenly remembered she’s supposed to be fighting back.

“Get off me.” She snaps, shoving my hand away and rolling over as she attempts to crawl away. I slap her ass and yank her back as I tear open the pants of my costume to free my aching cock. I straddle her wiggling body and push down on her back as I slide my dick between her cheeks.

“Stop it, you freak!” She cries even as she arches her ass up for me.

“But you’re so wet.” I purr, rubbing my dick through the wetness between her thighs. She was dripping like a fucking fountain.

“Your pussy is begging to be fucked by a freak like me.” I notch my cock at her entrance and we both suck in a breath as I push inside her. Her tight heat wraps around my cock like a vice and I find myself on the verge of cumming already. I hesitate for a moment as I realize we never talked about condoms or birth control but with the way she’s squeezing me.. I don’t think I could pull out even if I tried.

My hips snap forward, her body lurching beneath mine as she moans loud and long. I could hardly breathe or think any longer as I fucked her slowly with harsh thrusts, my fingers bruising her smooth skin. Her pussy was tightening as she approached her high and it took every ounce of strength I had to keep from cumming too fast.

I had the sudden urge to taste her so I pulled out and positioned her on her knees before leaning down to lick her from front to back. She keened, reaching back to fist my hair as I fucked her with my tongue.

“Don’t stop. Oh god, please don’t ever stop.” She cried. I smirked at her even while fucking her with my tongue as I moved my fingers from her clit to her entrance.

“You seem to think this pleasure is for you.” I murmured, her taste driving me mad as I sank two fingers inside her. Her hands slapped the metal flooring like she needed something to hang on to.

“Trust me, it’s for me.” I moved my tongue higher and probed her tight little rosebud until she screamed, her pussy quivering with an approaching orgasm before I yanked away. I started to laugh until she reared back and kicked me square in the chest. Now I was even more excited while mildly pissed off. She started to crawl away but I yanked her back, manhandling over my shoulder and taking her to the next room of the funhouse with my dick still hard and swinging freely.

“Put me down!” She screamed, her nails raking down my back just as I tossed her onto the prop bed. I was on her before she could register what was happening and I secured her hands to the headboard with the waiting cuffs, fake blood splattered all over the sheet and pillows like a scene out of a horror movie.

“What are you doing?” She gasped as I bound her ankles next then took out my pocket knife. Her eyes were glassy with tears and fear as I wadded up the material of her dress and stuck the knife under it. I jerked once, cutting the dress completely in two as she whimpered.

“You wanna cum, baby?” I teased, bringing the blade to her exposed nipples as I pressed my thumb to her plump, swollen clit. She knew to remain still or risk getting cut but the look of purse anguish on her face was fucking worth it. She wanted to ride my hand so badly with how her entire body trembled.

“Girls like you walk around, flaunting your shit while guys like me are left knowing we’ll never be good enough as we rub one out at the thought of seeing you choking on my cock. But even then it doesn’t take care of the ache. The need.” I stab the blade down into the bed and she yelps, her eyes wide and hair a mess as she watches me kick my boots and pants off. I’m covered in sweat and fake blood but I don’t give a fuck. This is for me. Not for her.

“So I’m gonna fuck you until I’m sated.” I kneel between her legs, hauling her halfway up my thighs before slapping her wet pussy.

“JJ, please..”

“I don’t care how many times you cum or if you even cum at all.” I growl, sliding the thick head of my cock through her slit until I finally reach her opening.

“Just know.. we’re not stopping until I’m the one that’s satisfied.” I surged forward, impaling her completely on my cock in one brutal go that has her body arching and her cries ringing in my ears. I couldn’t stop my wicked grin even if I wanted to.

The cheap metal bed frame slapped the wall as I fucked her savagely. She was so fucking hot like this. Her body slick with sweat, her tits bouncing, her face streaked with makeup and tears. I might be in love. Her pussy was so tight that every push and pull of my cock had my eyes threatening to roll back. I’d been on the verge of cumming for awhile but I wasn’t ready yet. I wanted her to be sore. I wanted it to hurt when she walked back to her Kook life, that ache deep inside her pussy being the ultimate reminder of me. She’d never forget what happened between us and when she came back crawling for me, I’d ignore her like she did me all these years.

“Oh— god—-!” Her cries rang out as she came, her pussy gushing around my cock and sucking me in deeper. I grunted, coming down on top of her to suck and bite her nipples as one orgasm turned to two.

“You like being fucked by a Pogue? This pussy is so fucking wet and tight. You couldn’t lie to me even if you wanted to.” I bit her nipple and she thrashed as she screamed, her slick walls pulsing around my cock.

“I bet Rafe never made you feel half this good. Or was it Topper? I can’t keep up with you Kook sluts.” My hand moved to her throat and her eyes rolled back as she came again, her face red with exertion.

“J—.” She choked hoarsely, her body weakening with fatigue.

“Are you going to beg?” I growled, slapping her tits with my free hand. “Beg me to stop? Or beg me to keep going?” I kissed her then. Her tongue stroked mine like it would my cock and I couldn’t stop myself from cumming. My cum shot out of me in jets, filling her to the brim until it pooled beneath us on the bed as she came violently. I bared my teeth as the tight channel threatened to push me back out and she bit down on me lip as she squirmed and panted.

“I didn’t tell you that you could cum inside me.” She breathes, her voice hoarse and her eyelids heavy.

“I didn’t ask. Plus, you fucking loved it.”

[stqrgir1e]

lucky simon riley!!!!

simon is such a lucky man to have such a sweet girl like you!! this was longer but tumblr ate it so i cried and gave up

mentions of . . . p!in!v, lovie, darling (lots of petnames) used, afab reader, age gap implied, husband!simon. :p requests always open!

"such a dirty fuckin' cunt on my sweet girl, aye? all wet f'me already..." simon groaned while sliding his thick index finger over the wet spot of your lacy pink panties. his plush bottom lip was tucked under his top teeth, deep brown eyes scanning over your drenched folds like it was the most irresistible thing he had ever seen in all his time on earth. it was something he often came to realize when in moments like this, when your knees were pressed against your perky tits, lips agape as pleas for his touch escaped your mouth. he was so lucky to have such a sweet girl like you, a girl that would let him have his fantasies and play time with zero complaints. of course, simon always promised to return the favor, he was a man of his word.

you whine lewdly, hands holding onto the backs of your thighs to give your gorgeous husband simon the best possible view of your pussy. he deserved it after all, being away from you for oh so long. he needed your pussy just as much as you needed to be stuffed full of his girthy cock. the thought alone had your pussy gushing, panties clad to your sticky cunny. "p-please Si, gonna be so good for you," you make the soft promise to simon in a low whisper, mind too fogged over with pleasure to even form a coherent thought it seemed. the rough heel of his hand pressed into your mound, clit rubbing against the rough fabric so so sweetly.

"yea? y'gonna be a good fuckin' girl f'me t'night?" he questioned tauntingly, words falling past in lips in a mocking manner as he ate up the sight of you squirming pathetically. you bucked your hips into his hand further, simon only chuckling deeply in return. you gazed up at him with wide doe like eyes, the throb of your clit almost unbearable as your body pleaded for more and more form the burly british man towering above. "y-yes!" you spoke quickly, mouth working faster than your brain as one of your hands releases your thigh to grip his wrist. you tried to move his scarred hand, tried to make him rub against your cunt just a little bit, but it was no use.

"gonna need more than that lovie..." he leaned down to groan in your ear, teeth grazing against the fleshy lobe before leaning back to stare down at you once more. your petite hand trying to move his wrist made his heart swell, a sweet yet humorous sight that made his cock stir in the restraints of his jeans. he watched as your lips parted once more to release a high pitched moan, neediness reflected back at him through your eyes and he knew what you needed. he just wasn't sure if you were ready for it yet.

"g-gonna be so good for you Si, make you feel so good, let ya' cum deeeep in me baby..." you rambled on while raking your manicured nails along his forearm. your legs were spread, pussy still covered by dainty pink lace that simon eyed more intently with your words. his rough hands moved quickly, fingers slipping under the thin fabric before tearing it as if it was thin tissue paper. the action makes you arch your back, head turning to look down at simon with a look of astonishment on your face.

"be careful what ya' wish for sweet girl..." he grumbles deeply while tossing the torn fabric onto your bedroom floor. it would be added to the various ruined pairs simon liked to keep for his private times. the times when you were away with friends, or too busy with work to come worship your husbands meaty cock. he could go to his little stash of torn fabric and pairs ruined by public-play that simon never wanted to forget. he would wrap the soft fabric around his aching cock, stroke it slowly while allowing his fantasies of his wife to play in his head like a major motion picture. or if he was feeling a bit more filthy he would inhale the sweet scent of you on the fabric, coming all over his toned stomach to the thought of his face buried in your sweet heat. he didn't have to imagine though, here you were on full display for him. he was going to soak up every moment, not letting any of your sweet attention go to waste.

"oh fuckin' hell lovie, look a' that..." he spoke tauntingly while sliding his calloused middle finger through your drenched folds. he collected all your sweetness on his digit before bringing it to his lips to suck it clean of your essence. he would never get sick of the delicious taste of you dancing on his tongue, bitter sweet juice making his cock twitch and twist. "a-all f'you Si," you let out the words with a breathy sigh, hands gripped onto his broad shoulders to brace yourself for whatever simon had in mind for tonight.

what you weren't expecting? for him to wrap his massive hands around your waist, flipping you onto your stomach with ease before landing a playful slap to your round ass. "c'mom sweet stuff, ass up," he spoke with a light chuckle, like the words were such a casual thing for him to say. you whine with compliance, hips raising to put your tight ass and gushing cunny on full display for him once more. the cool air nipped at your most sensitive parts, perky nipple grazing against the sheets.

"gonna make me yours, baby?" you tease back, words as sweet and smooth as honey while you wiggled your hips. he soaked up your sweet voice, gripping your hips roughly and pressing his jean covered cock against your ass. "feel tha' darling? tha's all for you, y'sweet pussy's gonna take it s'so well," he grunted lowly in your ear, jerking his hips against your ass once more. he wanted his need for you to be recuperated, for him to feel the sheer desire that oozed out of you. your pussy said more than your mouth did though, wetness drenching the supple skin and dripping onto your puffy clit. simon toyed at the swollen nub with a shit-eating grin on his lips, getting sick pleasure out of the way your body squirmed under his massive frame.

"c'mon baby doll, you know how bad i need that cunt of yours," the words were dirty, filthy even. they rang in your ears like loud booming bass, and made your heart pound against your chest like a drum. you aimlessly reach your hand back, trying to grab at his belt loop but only slapping at his jean clad thigh pathetically. your head swirled around in a melted mess of pleasure, you were like play-doh in simons hands. he chuckled darkly at your pathetic attempt, your dainty hands clawing at his jeans like they were the worst barrier between them.

“use your words, darling…” simon growled lowly, leaning down so his lips grazed the shell of your ear. his massive hand kneaded your ass like it was just a play thing for him, rough skin melting into soft flesh as if it was such a soothing action. you push your face into the pillow, eyes screwed shut out of frustration and desire. you lower your hand, sighing in your own personal defeat before turning your face to look at simon with wide twinkling eyes. “need it so bad, Si, wanna see your p-pretty cock, baby…” you mutter pathetically, feeling your wetness drip down your thighs as a shade of pink adorns your cheeks. simon cocked an eyebrow, grabbing your face in his calloused hand while squishing your cheeks playfully in the process. “how’d i get so fuckin’ lucky with you, eh?” he huffed with a throaty laugh, leaning back to begin removing his belt at the slowest pace he could handle. you weakly giggle in return, taking a moment to catch your breath before preparing to be stuffed full of your husbands thick monstrous length.

the size never failed to astonish you, a good 8.5 inches when hard, uncut with a peachy pink tip that oozed mouth watering precum. it was like a sacred item to you- embarrassing? very. simon loved poking fun at the way you would ogle at his dick whenever it was bobbing in front of you.

simon let his belt rest discarded on the side of the bed, his hands quickly removing his jeans revealing the large tent in his navy blue briefs. you cranked your head once more, mouth agape when you saw his heavy balls sway with each movement. his briefs were gone in a flash, discarded onto the bedroom floor along with your torn panties and bra from earlier. garments of clothing only intimate enough for both of you to see in private. “so hard for me, hmph?” if there’s one thing you adored, it was dirty talk. simon always took note that no matter how fucked out and dazed his pretty little wife was- her filthy mouth would never fail to amaze him. simon grunted, wrapping his hand around the thick base before smearing precum over your cunt and ass, the sticky feeling making you squeeze your thighs together.

“fuck lovie, y’keep talkin’ so much and we’re gonna have a problem…” he spoke lowly, voice deep and gravely as his hands expertly spread your ass cheeks before he lands a thick glob of spit on your cunny. it mixed with your wetness, trailing down to your clit as simon soaked in the lewd sight. really, how did he ever get so lucky?

you felt his tip prod at your entrance, anticipation soaring through your body as your try to push back onto his cock. simon was quick to stop you though, large hands halting your movement with a iron grip on your hips. a series of whines and pants leaves your lips, incoherent pleas for touch from him. “p-please simon, i’ll shut up, i-i’ll be good!” you plea in return, trying to gain his approvel for whatever it was your body cried out for- his touch, his voice, or just overall pleasure.

you’ll never get sick of that mocking chuckle he always lets out whenever he was pleased with what you were saying. the way his thick cock twitched ever so slightly inside of your sopping cunt, it was a dead giveaway. he groans while slowly inching into your tight warm heat further and further. you squeeze around his thick cock, pushing your face into the plush pillow further to stifle the burn of tears in your eyes. the stretch and pain was pleasurable- a pain that meant something very good was to come- quite literally. “fuuuck, takin’ me so well yea? i knew ya would…” he grunted while allowing his head to fall back, basking in the warmth of your cunny embracing him.

his cock was halfway in as he stood achingly still behind you. your breath was ragged, back arched in a such a elegant manner that simon wanted to take a picture and hang it up in his office later. this sight was only for him though, something that only was saved for his eyes. “m-more… more Si,” your words were muffled by the pillow, but simon could make out every word of your melodic like voice. his palm rested on your lower back, thumb rubbing soothing circles as he pushed further into you. eventually he bottomed out, thick cock buried deep in your drenched pussy. his plush lips were parted, a groan escaping them as his other hand instinctively grabs your neck. he leans down close to your neck, licking from your collarbone up to your jaw before whispering lowly, “up darling.” the words were low and demanding sending waves of warmth to your poor cunny. of course you complied, allowing him to pull you back against his muscular chest.

he moved at a painfully slow pace at first, one hand on your waist, the other loosley resting around your neck. you whimpered and moaned, a sweet combination of sounds that made simon pick up the pace a bit. the sloppy thrusts simon inflicted on your poor pussy made your body squirm and writh, pussy squeezing his fat cock so sweetly. you cried out, the sweet intrusion sending waves of ecstasy from your tummy to the tips of your fingers and toes. simon was in awe at the way you reacted to his touch, such a sweet girl for such a brute man. "fuckin' aye lovie... howd i get so bloody lucky, hm?" you were in fo suuuuch a long night ): ) : ) :

[murdrdocs]

can you do an ethan landry mirror nsfw?!

fem!anatomy but no pronouns

"you still aren't getting it, are you?" ethan speaks to you in an exasperated tone. his thick eyebrows were furrowed, his eyes judging you, casted down upon your sweaty face.

"getting what, e?" you were genuinely confused, and not solely from the thick haze in your mind.

"how beautiful you are. i can't keep my fucking hands off of you, much less my eyes."

your body warmed and a bashful smile made way onto your lips. "ethan..."

"no, seriously." he's interrupting you before you can even attempt to contradict his statement. he's sitting back on his heels, wiping his mouth clean with the back of his hand. "c'mere," he says. you do as told, folding your legs underneath you and crawling towards ethan at the end of the bed. he presses a kiss to your forehead, then your lips when you're close enough, and then he's stepping off of the bed, leaving you to watch him with wide eyes.

you don't question what he's doing as he moves to the other corner of your room. you're too busy watching the muscles in his back flex as he lifts something you're not focused on. it's not until his back is directly in front of you, then moving out of your line of sight, that you notice that ethan's put your mirror directly in front of your bed. making you distinctly aware of your entire form. from your shifting eyes, to your knees.

ethan's behind you now, his chin on your shoulder, his cheek almost touching yours. "i need you to see how fucking gorgeous you are." is his declaration.

and truthfully, he achieves his goal.

he has your legs spread, your back against his chest as his hand works between your thighs. it's a lewd sight, watching your boyfriend get you off. it's one that you want engraved in your mind for as long as possible, and you consider bringing up recording it sometime.

you're moaning and whining and arching your back, all the while attempting to keep your legs open as you fear to lose sight of this. ethan pleases you in a way that's second nature to him now. he knows how to curl his fingers, where to reach for. he knows when to loosen the circles on your clit, when to slow them down, when to tighten and speed them up. and when you cum, he's whispering praises in your ear, calling you his "sweet thing", letting you know that there's no one that could compare to you in his eyes. your chest swells with the admiration, and your cunt leaks more over his hand.

it's not until you're calmed down that ethan asks, "d'you wanna see how divine you look when you're bouncing on my dick?"

[sunnylands-world]

stepdad draco x crybaby needy y/n smut

CRYBABY

Pairing: step dad draco x fem reader

Summary: Draco brings you to work but instead of helping like you're supposed to you, you whine about him not touching you until he has enough…

Word count: 1'707

Warning: fingering, daddy kink, oral [female receiving], reader is a crybaby, unrealistic description of taste, dirty talk, oral in a workplace?, Mean Draco to soft Draco

Mistakes are all mine

Universe: step dad

A/n: sorry it took me a while hope you all like it!!?

It wasn't often you went with your stepfather to work. You went with him every once in a while to help around the office, but today he insisted that it was bring your kid to work day to which you told him you were not a child. you were 20 for crying out loud! but he chuckled and said "you're still my girl" so like the good girl you are you didn't argue and made your way into the shower; washing your hair clean of dirt and following up with your skin.

After your shower, you threw on your nice baby blue dress. you had decided you needed to look the part. It hugged you nicely and even gave your breast a nice push. you brushed your teeth again, brushed through your hair, and gave yourself an encouraging nod, only to pull the door open and have the wind knocked straight out of you.

HOLY SHIT.

Now you had seen your stepdad in his business clothes before but you'd never seen him in this all-black suit that he was wearing now. His shoulders were high as he fixed the end of his sleeve. The man looked large and expensive, something you wanted so badly but couldn't afford and he was standing right there in front of you. you swallowed after eyeing him shamelessly.

When you met his eyes they twinkled with a look you recognized very well. He was sex on legs in this suit and you were more than happy to remove every layer of his clothing to worship him like the god he is.

"You look gorgeous," he hummed, licking his lips. you crept forward, fingers wrapping around his tie making him arch a brow.

Don't play dumb Draco. I know you want me.

"Maybe you should cancel so we can stay home" you whispered, and he nodded in agreement.

I got him right where I wanted him.

"tempting," he says bringing his thumb to run over your bottom lip-

Just put it in my mouth and I'll suck it for you

before he pulls back, slapping your ass with his other hand, making you jump.

"But I have work and you're coming today," he said, turning on his heel and heading for the door.

"Wish I was," you called back, a pout coming to your face as he chuckled. How could Waltz in here, tease you and then reject you for work? What type of man does that?

"You just rejected me" you whined, looking at him as he drove to his company, his hand gripping the wheel making you clench your thighs together as you watched from the back seat. Why were you in the backseat? Because he told you to sit there saying he didn't need distractions while driving.

"I did not reject you! you know if I didn't have work I'd-" he sighed, his blue eyes meeting yours in the rearview mirror. you huffed, turning towards the window your arms crossed over your chest.

"I just wanted you to fuck me" you cried. Draco inhales, focusing his gaze back on the road as you enter the parking lot.

"Don't," he said, pulling into his spot.

"I'm not doing anything," you snapped, jumping out of the car as he turned the key, heading for the building. Draco followed behind you with his jaw clenched as you entered the elevator. He pressed the button to the floor still not saying a word and it only made you more upset.

"Daddy please," you wimped, pulling on his sleeve.

"I said wait! Stop being a brat!" He sneered, tugging his hand away.

"but daddy"

"I said no! that's final." With that, he stepped out of the elevator heading for his office. Your lip trembled at his tone, your eyes watering as you turned towards the girl's bathroom.

Why was he being so mean? Did he not want me to want him?

You can't help that you were so turned on by him this morning. It was him to blame for looking so good. you only wanted him to touch you. You still did, finding the wetness between your legs uncomfortable, but he refused to. The tears escaped your eyes from the sexual frustration before you whipped them away. you met your reflection in the mirror.

Your face was puffy and your skin flustered. you sighed, heading for his office, waving at people who said hello before entering it and taking a seat in the corner. The day continued silently with you running around for him. He'd brush your hand as you grabbed the paper but you didn't make any fuss about it. He seemed to be hurt that you hadn't spoken to him, not even to joke or anything. You sat back in your seat, a pout still on your lips as you flipped through a magazine ignoring his stare across the room.

"[name],"

no answer.

"[name] baby look at me" he called. He was begging. You glanced up for a moment before looking away.

"Don't be like that. I'm sorry I was just busy and a bit stressed out. I wasn't trying to be mean to you babydoll, I'm sorry" he said softly, walking over to you from around the desk, his hand resting on your thigh, sliding its way up.

"Let me make it up to you," he said, his fingers rubbing your, clit through the fabric of your panties.

"Don't you want me to make you feel good baby" you bit your lip trying to hold back the sound making its way out. You were almost mad that you caved so easily. He was always good at making you forget why you were upset.

"Draco," you whine, bucking your hips into his touch. "uh uh that's not my name" he smirks, easing a finger into your tightness. That smirk. You weren't sure if you wanted to slap or kiss him for it. His fingers work inside your warm wet walls with ease.

"daddy" you moaned

"good girl" he praised standing a bit to kiss your lips hard and apologetically, swallowing your cries. your legs trembling as he fingered your sobbing hole.

"you poor baby having to wait for daddy" he teased and you only could whimper in Response.

"You're so wet for me baby, bet I could slip right inside you." He moans. your cunt sucked his digits greedily as your head fell back against the glass of his office.

"You look so pretty like this," he groans before he pulls his fingers away. you whine in protest.

"Hush baby, I'm not done," he says, pulling you from the couch. you stood as he grinned, grabbing a cushion from the couch.

"Lay down princess," he says, helping you walk over. With your head resting on the pillow, he lowers so he's lying between your open legs.

"Beautiful," he says, bringing a blush to your cheeks. He spreads your legs wider so he can fit, his mouth latching onto your pussy, his tongue lapping at your juices as you cry out boldly. His large hands pull you closer, baring him completely between your legs.

He takes your clit between his lips, sucking on the throbbing bud and switching to flicker his warm, wet, tongue against it. Your eyes are rolled in the back of your head, your hand tugging at his blonde hair as you scream his name into the office. The thought someone could hear you sends a shiver all through you.

"Fuck you taste good, could eat you for hours," he mumbles. Your back arches like your trying to reach the sky, but there was no need when Draco would fuck you with his tongue to oblivion. You looked down at him between your legs and it sent you spiraling as he grinned at you. You bucked your hips into His face. It felt too good for you to be ashamed.

The way his blue eyes peered into yours made it all so intimidating. How could he make you feel small and submissive when he was the one between your legs?

"You're gonna look so good when you cum all over my tongue," he groans, slipping it right into you. licking at your walls and thrusting it deep like he was trying to taste every space inside you. your legs shook. They went through a battle about whether or not to shut or stay open. The knots in your stomach made your toes curl and your body felt like it was weakened from every stroke.

Fuck, he's good at that!

"Daddy!" He already knew and he nodded against you. You wondered if that was on purpose so he could bump his nose against your clit. You were whining and whimpering as tears filled your eyes. You wanted to cum so badly and Draco would get you there one lick at a time.

His hand left your thigh, pushing two fingers in as his mouth moved back to your clit, sucking. His fingers are knuckle deep as he slams them into you, having no care for your insides and neither do you when it feels so good. It's not like you'd stop him, even if you could when he Blurs the line between pleasure and pain, making you feel like you were floating from the ground in the best way. You weren't even sure what you were saying or if you were even saying anything, but he cooed in response to it and it had your heart fluttering. His other hand rubbed your thigh in a comforting way.

You were his precious girl. "That's it, baby, give it to daddy," he says sweetly. He managed to be so soft with his words while he was destroying your pussy and it pulled all the right strings inside you. Your body spasmed as he moved on top, kissing you. His tongue shared your sweet taste as you worked yours against his in a filthy kiss. He moved his hand to hold you close as you fell apart. He was playing with your heart and your pleasure all at once. God blessed you with this amazing man. You had no interest in ever stopping being greedy. For your daddy, you would always be a crybaby...

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[dystopicjumpsuit]

Who's the Alpha Now?

A/N: written for @anxiouspineapple99, who asked, "What I would PAY. All the credits I say! To see DJ step on Alpha." As if I could refuse a request like that.

Rating: Mature/18+/Minors DNI

Pairing: Alpha-17 x Dom!Reader (gender-neutral)

Wordcount: 787

Summary: Alpha learns that good boys get rewarded.

Warnings and tags: very suggestive language; GN!reader wears high heels and is smaller than Alpha (like everyone else in the galaxy) but is not otherwise described

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“Alpha?” you called as you walked into your hotel suite. “Are you here?”

A low, irritated grunt emanated from the adjoining room, signaling that yes, he was indeed present, and he was still sulking that you’d ordered him to stay in the room and get some much-needed rest. The horror.

You suppressed a grin as he entered the room. At least he wasn’t wearing his armor; you wouldn’t have put it past him to stand at attention in his full kit for hours, just to spite you. Even dressed in just his black body glove, though, he was massive, his broad, muscular form towering over you.

“Have fun?” he rumbled, eyeing the numerous shopping bags you carried.

“I did,” you replied. “You would have hated it. I shopped for hours.”

“In those shoes?” he asked, eyeing your towering heels. “I’m surprised you can still walk.”

“Oh, I can walk,” you said with a coquettish smirk.

To demonstrate, you strutted across the room and bent over to deposit the bags on the sofa, making sure he got a good look at your backside.

“They do make your legs look amazing,” he admitted.

“I think you meant to say my legs make the heels look amazing,” you replied, arching your brow and meeting his gaze with mischief dancing in your eyes.

He finally cracked the hint of a smile, barely creasing the skin around his gorgeous, hard eyes. “My mistake. Your incredible ass and stunning legs make those heels look pretty karking good.”

“Why, thank you. If you play your cards right, maybe I’ll let you lick them later.”

His eyes darkened, and he took a menacing step toward you.

“I bought you a present,” you purred, holding up a bag from a well-known atelier who specialized in bespoke lingerie. 

He stopped in his tracks, eyes darting from your face, to the bag, and back to your face again. You walked toward him slowly, a deliberate swagger in your stride, making sure he had plenty of time to enjoy the view and the echoing click of your stilettos on the hard, marble floor. He surveyed you thoroughly as you approached, his eyes drifting appreciatively down your body and back up again. He kept his expression neutral, but you didn’t miss the subtle flex of his throat as he swallowed.

You slowed to a halt a few feet away from him, knowing full well that if he wanted to, he could easily reach out and pull you against his lovely, thick chest. But Alpha-17 was no fool, and he knew that you would reward his patience. 

You held up the shopping bag, letting it dangle from a single finger in the space between you.

“For me?” he asked, a speculative gleam in his eyes.

“Good boys get presents,” you said with a flirtatious little smile that had his gaze riveted to your mouth. He reached for the bag, and you pulled it back slightly, causing him to narrow his eyes at you. “Have you been a good boy?”

“I did what you said, didn’t I?” he growled.

“Did you?” you asked.

“I tried,” he said sullenly. “I can’t sleep here. It’s too loud. Too many speeders. Too many people.”

“Oh, no, anything but people!” you said in a sympathetic tone laced with just enough mockery to annoy him. “My poor Alpha, having to share a planet with other inhabitants.”

“And I didn’t like to think about you out there without me to protect you,” he finished with a glare.

“I was perfectly safe, and you know it,” you replied. “Did you at least lie down?”

“I did. Even closed my eyes. When that didn’t work, I read a holonovel. Happy now?” he demanded testily.

“With you?” you asked softly. “Always.”

The tension in his face eased as he met your eyes. “I did try.”

“I know,” you soothed. “And I think that deserves a reward.”

You extended the bag to him, but he’d learned his lesson, and he waited until you pressed it into his hand before accepting it. He opened it gingerly, as though it might contain a thermal detonator, or perhaps a venomous reptile. When he saw the deep, emerald green lace and shimmersilk, he grinned.

“What do we have here?” he asked, pulling the dainty confection out of the bag.

“Just a little something for the best bodyguard in the galaxy,” you replied.

He held up the garment and inspected the complicated tangle of straps and fabric, and confusion flashed across his face.

“Er, mesh’la? I think it’s going to be a little big for you,” he said.

“Oh, darling, it’s not for me,” you laughed. “Now be a very good boy and go put it on.”

[hecatemoon87]

This story will eventually involve smut. Minors DNI.

Chapter 1

It didn't take Johnny long to notice the gorgeous dark-haired woman coming and going from the bar where he and his biker club haunted. He was acquainted with the majority of the bar's patrons, but she was new and most importantly, different.

She was classy, elegant even. The women that frequented the bar were sexy and tough. And Johnny was very fond of them. But he suddenly found himself craving for something more...delicate.

The woman was slender and was always well dressed. Today, she wore a form fitting light blue office style dress with high heels. Her hips swayed lightly as she walked from behind the bar and toward the exit. As she slipped out the door, Johnny got up and followed.

The sun was just dipping below the horizon as he reached the parking lot. He scanned the cars and bikes, but did not see the woman. Until he heard a silvery, but even toned voice from behind him.

"Looking for someone?" she said, leaning against the outside wall facing the parking lot. He turned around and nodded. "Yeah, I was. And I think I found her."

He casually approached her, keeping a respectful distance and hooking his thumbs into his front pockets. The woman arched an eyebrow. He could tell she was slightly apprehensive of him.

"I'm Johnny," he said.

"I know," she replied.

"That so? And, uh, what's a classy dame like you doing around a joint like this?" he asked.

"Well, this joint is owned by my uncle. I don't think it's that bad," she said.

"You're Big Sal's niece? I mean no offense to Sal, but ain't no way a pretty thing like you is related to him," Johnny said, chuckling.

She shrugged, "Well, we are related."

"You said you know who I am?" he asked. Johnny was pretty sure everyone within a two hundred mile radius knew who he was. But he just wanted to know what she thought.

"Yes, you're Johnny, the leader of the Vandals," she said, her gaze dropping away from his. That little gesture indicated to Johnny that she was shy and it made his heart flutter all the more.

"Now, here you know my name and I don't know yours. I'm at a disadvantage don't you think?" he said, softly.

He slow closed the space between them and raised his right arm, resting the palm of his hand against the brick wall. He still allowed adequate space between them as to not spook her.

She glanced up again, her eyes were the color of deep honey, illuminated by the dying light of the day. Johnny swallowed hard, he definitely wanted to get to know her more.

She seemed hesitant in giving him her name, but finally said, "Amelia."

"Amelia," he said in his deep, husky voice. "That's a lovely name. So, Amelia, you're just visiting your ol' uncle Sal?"

"I'm assisting him with some accounting matters," she said, making Johnny laugh softly at how formal she spoke. Sal was a middle-aged Italian man, second generation, and was fairly foul mouthed. Johnny was certain Sal dropped out of school in the six grade, so the fact that his niece spoke so well amused him.

"Accounting matters, sounds very important," he said, leaning in just a bit more. He was now able to smell her perfume. It was subtle, but he detected a hint of vanilla and lavender. It made his chest rumble with approval.

She broke his gaze again, looking to the side, still resting against the wall. "I need to head home now," she said, softly.

"You got a ride?" he asked. She nodded, keeping her eyes cast down. He liked how long her eyelashes were, luscious and black against her cheeks.

"Yeah, but something is wrong with the engine, I'm waiting for my uncle to check it," she said, pointing over to a small, light green sedan that had seen better days.

"Mind if I take a look at it? I'd trust me over whatever your uncle Sal is capable of," Johnny said, walking over to her car. She followed him and watched as he popped the hood of the car.

"Start the engine, let's see what I'm working with," he said, waving her to the driver side of the car. Once she started the engine, a black smoke began to pour from the engine and a fill the parking lot. She shut the car off immediately and came back out to stand by his side.

Johnny looked at her in amazement. "How the hell have you been driving this thing?"

"It actually seems worse now," she said, innocently.

Johnny waved the remaining smoke away and took another look. He pulled out the oil wick and saw it was almost bone dry. "Sweetheart, when's the last time you had your oil changed?"

"Oil change?" she asked confused.

He shook his head in disbelief, this woman clearly had no idea about machines. "Just stay here a sec," he said, walking back into the bar. He walked back behind into Sal's office.

"You have a can of engine oil around here?" he asked Sal.

"Uh, yeah, in the supply closet, why?" Big Sal asked.

"Your niece doesn't have a clue about cars does she?" Johnny said.

"Nah, she's got book smarts, no idea about the other stuff," Sal said, rummaging around the supply closet.

With a can of oil in hand, Johnny returned to Amelia and filled her car with the oil. After he was done, he told her to start it again, and after the smoke settled, the car seemed situated.

Amelia got back out and walked over to him. "Um, thank you. I should probably learn a thing or two about cars," she said bashfully.

"You like bikes?" he asked, offhandedly.

"Oh, no...they're too fast and, um, dangerous," she said, shaking her pretty head.

"Yeah? Well, since I helped fix your car, why don't you repay me by going out on a date?"

Her doe eyes widened, and she appeared to be blushing. "Me?"

"Who else am I talking to?" he said, smiling.

"Um, well, I don't know...you're kinda..." she said, trying to find the words.

"Fast and dangerous?" he asked, coyly. "I think you'll change your mind after a good ride."

"Excuse me?" she asked, taken a back.

"About the motorcycle. Once you've had a good ride, you won't be able to get enough," he said, grinning smugly. He knew what he was saying, and he didn't mean the motorcycle.

[tailorvizsla]

Oh man! my horny thought sharing muscles are rusty, but we’re gonna give it a go! in honor of s3 of course hehehhehe

But like as the brat I am I just had the evil thot of being with Din and of course as we know the man is a fan of a good creampie. What could be more fun to brat him by saying something like “too bad you can’t make me double stuffed” 😔😈 get him going again riiiiiight quick Hehhehehhe

don't worry darling i'm sure din's going to get those muscles worked up reeeeeal good ❤️

okay though but Din Djarin hasn't seen you in like, weeks. he's masturbated before but that doesn't relieve the need the same way being with you does. like sure, he can use his hand to stroke himself off and be done with it in a couple minutes, but it's got nothing on being tangled up in the blankets with you, bodies entwined, skin damp with sweat and his mouth on yours

so when he knows he's coming back home, he saves it up all for you. doesn't touch himself for nearly two weeks. by the time he's striding through the door, he's already erect and weeping cum in his pants. as he comes to the bedroom, he watches as you stumble out of the bathroom, one leg tangled up in your pants. you've already shed your sleep shirt. your pants go flying. your panties follow.

din's naked by the time your mouths meet and your bodies collide. he's hard and he's grinding up against your belly, little groans escaping him as he mouths at your shoulder, digging his teeth so he can hear you squeal. he's got you horizontal, your legs spread, your cunt aching and weeping when he realizes maybe it was a bad idea to not masturbate before coming home because dear gods you're beautiful and he's not going to last more than three seconds if he hears you moan one more time -

"just stick it in," you say impatiently, "been on edge all day, cyare, all wet and ready for you to fuck me. please." he laughs in that gorgeous caramel laugh of his and rests his weight on his palms, one on either side of your head as he arches his weight onto you.

"i won't last more than three seconds if i do that," he says with a sheepish grin. 'been waiting a very long time to see you again..."

impatiently, you pull at his hips, giving him a coy smile

'please?' you whisper, and he's already fucked because he can never say no to you so he nods, and he lines himself up with your cunt and starts to push in. din's eyes close reflexively as your warm, wet walls tighten around him, pulling and squeezing as he moves. your soft moans make it really difficult to not just cum on the spot, and by the time he's found the end of you, he's panting harshly and counting to fifty in every language he knows to stop himself from thrusting and embarrassing himself. din grits his teeth and lets out a shaky breath.

'it's okay,' you whisper soothingly, 'just let go. please, i just want you to fill me up, din."

and just like that, he's done, he doesn't even need to thrust. the next time your pussy clenches around him, he cums, shooting his load so hard you can actually feel it. din moans and grinds into you, prolonging his orgasm, before he pants. he rests for a moment. you thump your heel into his ass and give him a charming grin as you squeeze around his rapidly deflating cock.

'too bad you can't make it a double," you say with a cheeky smirk

and his dick's right back to hard and he starts grinding deep into your pussy, letting the head of his cock slide against that spot that makes your toes curl. din kisses you again, with sloppy, wet, open-mouth kisses before his teeth find your skin. then he licks at the little bites to soothe away the sting, his hips rocking and grinding at the same maddening pace. each thrust feels so, so good. you can feel him in your belly as he moves, and you lift your legs a little higher around his waist, giving him another half-inch. din slides a little deeper, forcing a gasp out of you, and he just keeps going, stimulating your already over-stimulated walls, pushing you further into madness with each stroke of his cock

you're sobbing, wild with desire, begging incoherently by the time he takes mercy on you, and his thumb finds your clit, and he circles it agonizingly slowly and your hips lift up to meet his, your cunt squeezing around his cock until he feels like it's going to break in half

din starts moving faster, harder, driving his cock into your warmth so hard your tits bounce and you brace yourself against the headboard. youre gasping, far past making any sort of intelligible speech, and then your back arches and you finish around him, your walls squeezing around him as you milk every last drop out of his cock. din grinds deep again, a low moan escaping him, as he finishes filling you up a second time.

you're lying there, chest heaving, sweat glistening on your tits and collarbones, when he grins and kisses you on the nose. he thrusts his still hard cock into you

'i think i have a third surprise for you, cyare,' he whispers

[lucienarcheron]

All It Takes Is A Wingman [Feysand ft. Bat Boys]

Prompt: ‘Hey I’m sorry to bother you but I’m trying to convince my friends I’m a sex god so can you please write a fake number on this napkin for me real quick’ Modern AU |

Genre: Humor/Fluff Rating: SFW

“Go get ‘em, tiger.”

“We’ll be here for you when she runs away screaming.”

Rhys turned to glare at his two stupid friends.

“Will you two shut the fuck up?” he hissed, his eyes flickering back to the beautiful girl he was totally not staring at. The beautiful girl in his English seminar class whose name he didn’t know and had never spoken to. The semester had just started and he was already slightly head over heels. And she hadn’t even said a word to him.

Currently, she was sitting at a corner table of the cafe they were wasting time in and Rhys hadn’t been able to tear his eyes away from her as she sketched in her pad.

“You’re the one that’s drooling.” Cassian said with a scoff. “Just go talk to her before you flood the place with your saliva.”

Azriel snorted as Rhys shot Cassian a look.

“We can hold your hand and walk over with you if you want.” Azriel added with a small grin and Cassian started laughing.

“I am a sex god. I don’t need you to wingman me.” Rhys huffed and the two idiots he deemed his brothers shared a look.

“Then go.” Cassian said with a wave of his hand.

“Yeah, I’m sure she’ll be more than happy to give you the time of day since you’re a sex god and all.” Azriel assured him sarcastically and Rhys had never wanted to punch the two of them as badly as he wanted to punch them in this moment. And he was always ready to punch them.

“Is that a challenge?” Rhys asked, narrowing his eyes and both Azriel and Cassian shared identical grins.

“If you want it to be...considering we don’t, you know, agree with you.” Azriel said with a shrug. “But we fully support any stupid decisions you want to make.”

“Yeah, you’re the one hesitating, sex god.” Cassian added, smirking. “If she gives you her number, we’ll bow down to you and even pay for your date.”

Rhys rolled his eyes then straighten determinedly. He would talk to the beautiful girl and smoothly ask for her number. It wouldn’t be difficult. He had done this many times before. Why would she be any different?

But as he started walking towards her, Rhys realized more and more how gorgeous she was. How her hair settled down her shoulder and the way her face scrunched up in focus. How adorable she looked when she paused to take a sip of whatever drink she had and how —

Holy shit, he was being a creep.

Clearing his throat, Rhys slowly walked closer to her table, and just as he paused in front of her, she looked up and Rhys almost choked.

Those beautiful, beautiful blue-gray eyes.

She blinked at him then gave him a small, tentative smile.

“Can I help you?”

“Huh?”

“Can I help you?” she asked again, more firmly this time and he cleared his throat again.

Rhys was smooth. He was suave. He could totally ask her out right then and there. He was Rhysand.

“I saw you working on some sketches and I’m always looking to appreciate beautiful things. Do you mind if I look?”

The beautiful girl’s fingers tightened around the pad and she held it lightly to her chest.

“Oh. Um. I never really show my work to anyone.” she said quietly. “Much less a stranger.”

“We’re not strangers. We have English together.” he said quickly, giving her a smile and then sliding into the seat across from her. She arched a brow.

“Oh. I — I don’t pay attention much in that class.” she said and then gave him a small smile.

“I can tell. You’re always doodling.” he replied with a chuckle then cleared his throat, realizing he had admitted to staring at her. “We haven’t gotten a chance to talk much but I’m Rhysand. Everyone calls me Rhys.”

“English isn’t really my thing.” she admitted with a shrug. “‘I’m Feyre.”

“Feyre.” he repeated as a small smile graced his face. “Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”

“Um, okay. Thank you.” she replied, hesitantly. Rhys really appreciated how pretty she looked while blushing. “Do you make any kind of art?”

“No.” he answered promptly. “Stick figures are the way to go for me and I’m pretty sure if they could, they’d cry.”

Feyre chuckled and slowly lowered the pad. “But you appreciate it nonetheless?”

“I appreciate it even more because I suck at it.” Rhys confirmed with a nod. “I especially appreciate it when the person making the art is also stunning to look at.”

Feyre flushed again but only blinked in response and Rhys’ face fell when he realized how thick he was laying it on.

“Listen —”

“You’re making me uncomfortable.” she cut him off with a small frown. “What do you want?”

He sighed. Then frowned. Mor would’ve called it a pout but Mor wasn’t here thank the gods.

“I’m sorry to bother you — really — I just —” he began and took a breath. He was mortified and embarrassing himself so there was only one way out of this: blame it on his friends. “I’m trying to convince my stupid friends over there that I’m a — a sex god. Stupid dare thing.” He waved a hand with a forced chuckle. “Would it be a  bother if you just pretended to laugh at something I said and wrote down a fake number on this napkin real quick?”

He watched her blink again then snort then she started laughing and it was Rhys’ turn to blink.

When a minute passed and Feyre was still laughing, Rhys gave her an amused look.

“And I thought I was milking it with the flirting. You’re great at the whole fake laugh thing.”

“Oh, you think this is fake?” she said with another snort. “Are you kidding me?”

“About what, exactly?” Rhys asked with a wry smile.

“About the whole sex god thing? And the fake number?” Feyre asked incredulously. “Has that pickup line worked for you in the past?”

“It’s not a pickup line!” he refuted, ears pink and she giggled. “I am genuinely attracted to you and would love your actual number but I —well I...yeah.”

Feyre’s eyebrows shot up and Rhys frowned.

“I am usually much better at this.” he mumbled and she snorted with a shake of her head.

“I’m sure.”

“You’re pretty. It’s making me nervous.” he replied, his frown deepening.

“Right.”

“I am really off my game here.”

Feyre couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “So this is a game then?”

“No. I really did want to ask you out.” he replied, his finger toying with the napkin in front of him. “And I am genuinely interested in your art.”

“You haven’t seen my art.”

“But I did ask to see it.”

Their gaze locked and Rhys hoped she saw the sincerity in his eyes. He really was interested. But this was going all wrong. He ran a hand through his hair and made to stand.

“You know what, I’ll just go — “

“Okay.”

Rhys froze and blinked at her. Feyre tilted her head and gave him a small amused smile.

“Okay what?” he asked.

“I’ll show you my art next time in class.” Feyre replied. “For someone so keen on asking me out, you sure give up easy.”

He immediately sat back down. “Well, I’m sure if I was any more persistent, you’d probably kick me in the balls.”

She laughed then shook her head. “You don’t strike me as someone who needs to be kicked in the balls. Should I?”

“Will that cause enough sympathy on my end to jot down a fake number and let me leave with whatever little dignity I have left?”

Feyre laughed, placing her sketchbook on the table between them and Rhys gave her a small smile.

“Why didn’t you just approach me in class then?”

Rhys pursed his lips. “Well, you usually run out of there, I hardly have time to get out of my seat.”

“It’s because my art class is right after. I’m much more excited to go there.” she replied with a smile and he chuckled in return.

“Fair enough. If you’re willing, I can walk you to your art class. I’d like to get to know you better, Feyre.” he said then paused, swallowing before adding, “So how about that fake number and we can talk more in person next class?”

Feyre paused, glancing at him in thought and Rhys didn’t dare move. Was she going to go along with it? Was she going to curse him out? Or pour her tea on him? Was she —

“I’ll do you a better one. I’ll give you my actual number.” she said and Rhys blinked rapidly.

“What?”

“I’ll give you my actual number. In class. After we talk some more.” Feyre continued, her lips twitching at his reaction. “Sound good?”

“That sounds great.” he replied, smiling widely. “I — wow, I’m really looking forward to that.”

“You sure you’ll be able to hold a conversation, Rhys? You seem to have trouble articulating yourself.” she teased with a smile.

“It’s not my fault.” he said, almost pouting. “You’re very attractive and it is very distracting.”

“You need to stop with that.” Feyre blushed, curling her hair behind her ear and Rhys grinned.

“Only speaking the truth, Feyre darling.”

She chuckled and shook her head, then started to slowly collect her things. “I have to go now...I’m meeting my sisters for lunch.” she said softly. “I’ll see you in class?”

“Most definitely.” Rhys replied, standing when she did.

“Feyre!”

Rhys’ smile immediately dropped from his face and he scowled at the sound of Azriel’s voice. Feyre looked up and smiled, which caused Rhys’ scowl to turn into confusion.

“Azriel! It’s good to see you.” she said and Rhys blinked at his two friends standing side-by-side, grinning broadly.

“You two know each other?” he asked, his eyes narrowing at his friends.

“Oh yeah.” Azriel replied, an easy smile on his lips. “Feyre and I have Art & Design together. I see you met my good friend, Rhys. You remember Cassian, right?”

Feyre nodded politely at Cassian while Rhys glared at the two, Azriel smiling widely while Cassian attempted not to laugh as he waved at Feyre.

“It’s nice to see you again, Cassian.” she replied with a small smile.

“Again?” Rhys said through gritted teeth and both his friends shot him amused looks.

“Always great to see you, Feyre.” Cassian said with a grin.

“What a small world. I can’t believe you guys turned out to be friends!”

“Not for long.” Rhys muttered though Feyre didn’t hear him.

“Such a small world.” Azriel confirmed with a grin. “I’ll see you in class?”

“Yeah! See you then.” she replied with a smile. “Good to see you, Cassian. I’ll see you in class too, Rhys?”

“Yeah, of course. I look forward to seeing you then, darling.” he replied, his scowl blooming into a smile at her voice and he watched her leave with a wave.

It was after Feyre walked out of the cafe that Rhys turned with murder in his eyes at his two friends.

“You assholes.” he hissed. “You both knew her the whole time!”

“It has made my whole year watching you squirm like that.” Azriel said putting a hand over his heart as Cassian barked out a laugh next to him. “She’s actually a good friend of mine.”

“And you didn't think to introduce me! To save myself the embarrassment!” Rhys growled.

“Now why would I do that? Aren’t you a sex god?” Azriel asked, feigning innocence.

“You said it yourself, Rhys. You didn’t need us to wingman you.” Cassian added, smug.

Rhys could only stare with narrowed eyes at his friends, who smiled innocently back at him.

“I hate you both.” he growled and the two laughed.

“Don’t worry, I’ll talk you up next art class.” Azriel said with a pat to his shoulder.

“I hate you more specifically at this moment.”

“Then I’ll talk Cassian up next art class and he can ask her out on a date.”

“I’d rock her world on that date.” Cassian confirmed with a nod and Rhys glared.

“My hate is only intensifying.”

They only grinned in return and Rhys could only sigh.

“You’ll talk me up?” he mumbled and Azriel patted his shoulder again.

“I’ll talk you up.”

“Aw, is the sex god really stooping so low? Asking others to help out?” Cassian said mockingly then gasped. “Are you asking Azriel to wingman you?”

Rhys rolled his eyes. “Better him than you. Girls trust him. They usually just want to punch you in the face.”

“And simultaneously make out with me. It’s a gift.”

Rhys snorted as Azriel chuckled then the latter crossed his arms. “You have to ask it, Rhys.”

“Ask what?”

“Ask me to be your wingman.”

“I asked you to talk me up, didn’t I?” Rhys said with a scoff. “I was fine talking to her on my own.”

Both his friends raised their brows. “You sure about that?”

“You asked Az to talk you up two seconds ago. Ask him properly.”

Rhys pursed his lips and looked between the two. Then sighed.

“Az?”

“Yes, dear?”

“...Will you be my wingman?”

“I don’t know, Rhys. You insisted you didn’t need either one of us to be your wingman.” Azriel said, feigning a wounded expression. “It really hurt my feelings, you know.”

Cassian made a noise of protest and put an arm protectively around Azriel, giving Rhys a scandalized look. “How dare you hurt his feelings like this? Ask him properly!”

“I did ask, you assholes!”

“You forget the magic word.” Azriel deadpanned and Rhys glared.

“...Please?”

“Please what, Rhys? You’re shitty at articulating yourself.” Cassian interjected and Rhys’ glare intensified.

“Will you please be my wingman, Azriel?” Rhys practically hissed.

“Sure, Rhys. You know I’d do anything for you. I’ll even have Cassian drop by a class and talk you up with me.”

“Always ready for a friend.” Cassian added, blowing Rhys a kiss and he groaned.

“You two are the worst.”

[thewordworrier]

I Can Admit That I'm Just Too Soft

Yes, I know this is a bit out of left field for me, and honestly I don't expect anyone to read this. Much like my first attempt at an xReader fic this was a lil difficult but, you know, you gotta try these things! Pretty sure it didn’t help that I started it with almost 0 clue. But, hey, I think it’s cute. So, um... 🌈 Happy Pride 🌈 - have some of Shelly being happily bisexual. ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜 Word Count: 2,351 words. Notes: ~ Title from - “Sweet Nothing” by Taylor Swift. ~ Implied established relationship. ~ Mostly soft and fluffy, I think! ~ Though it is very mildly suggestive and flirty. ~ Song References, because I can. And because I like the cheese it creates!

~~~ [Backstage, after an obviously sold out show.] “Miss Swift, you have a visitor.” Taylor stopped pacing and spun on her heel to see a familiar, tiny blonde in the doorway. She nodded to the security guard who left, closing the door behind them, before turning her attention to the other woman. “Babe!” Shelly was soon being swept up into a tight hug by the gorgeous creature. “Hey!” She hugged her back just as tight. “I wasn’t sure if you were gonna make it.” Shelly tutted. “Of course I was gonna make it! When have I ever let you down?” Taylor smiled brightly at her and squeezed her tightly, giggling when she squeaked. “That’s true, you’re so very good to me.” She looked down at the t-shirt Shelly was wearing only to see her own face staring up at her. “Shell, darling, I love how supportive you are, but, off with that.” “You don’t wanna grope your own face?” Shelly giggled, grabbed her t-shirt at the waistline and wriggled as she pulled it up over her head, dropping it to the floor and running her hand through her hair. “Beautiful,” Taylor hummed softly, appreciatively as she looked Shelly over. “Although, I’m not sure what is more supportive here. You, or your bra.” Shelly giggled and purposely stretched, arching her back just a little bit. “My bras work very hard.” “Minx. You know what you’re doing don’t you?” “Mm hm.” “Of course you do, and I don’t even have it in me to be mad. You’re too cute to be mad at.” The singer locked the door behind them, grabbed Shelly’s hand in one of hers and dragged her over to the dressing table. “Up.” Shelly did as she was told and hopped to sit on the dressing table, but not without testing it carefully first. “Don’t worry babe, it’ll hold you. You’re not as big as you think you are.” “All my weight is in my boobs anyway,” Shelly grinned up at her. “Thank god for that,” Taylor gently rested her hands on Shelly’s knees for a moment. “They are glorious. I’m grateful you’re not also a part of the itty bitty titty committee.” “You are not! Yours are great!” Shelly protested with a pout. “Yours are perfect.” “Not quite as perfect as yours.” Shelly was about to reply when her knees were pushed apart so her girlfriend could stand between them. She squeaked softly in surprise but was soon shushed with a kiss which she returned eagerly, pulling Taylor closer by her clothing. “I have missed you,” Shelly whispered. “I’m so proud of you, but I’ve missed you.” “And I’ve missed you,” she tucked some stray hairs behind Shelly’s ear. “I really have.” “I don’t want to stand in the way of your world domination though,” Shelly grinned. “Although, if you were interested in another kind of domination -” “Miss Sketcher. Be good.” Shelly giggled and her eyes dropped to Taylor’s hands, watching her walk her fingers with her perfectly painted nails up Shelly’s legs until they hit the hem of her skirt. “I appreciate you being so enthusiastic about my lyrics, sweetheart, but I believe I sing about tight little skirts and not short, tiny ones.” Shelly giggled. “Mm well, if they were tight, you wouldn’t be able to push my knees apart like this, would you?” “Hmm. That is an excellent point.” She gently held Shelly’s chin between her thumb and forefinger. “We need to find you a red lipstick.” Shelly pouted. “But red is your colour, not mine. I wouldn’t want to take away from how good you look in it. You know pink is more my thing.” “I don’t know,” Taylor tilted her head and smiled, slipping her hand to cup Shelly’s cheek. “I quite like the way you look covered in my lipstick.” “Oh, well, in that case!” Shelly sat up a bit straighter and moved her hair back off of her shoulders and neck. “Maybe you should reapply some and go ahead and cover me.” Taylor chuckled and ran her fingertip over the curve of Shelly’s breast, gently caressing the skin. “I think we should save that.” Shelly pouted. “That’s no fun.” “Save that for later,” Taylor cupped Shelly’s cheek before kissing her pout. “Let me find you another shirt and then we should probably leave.” “Leave?” Taylor smiled at Shelly’s little head tilt. “Adorable. You didn’t think that I was just going to spend ten minutes with you and then send you home, did you?” “Um, well, no?” Shelly shook her head but then smiled. “But if you only had ten minutes, then I would take them.” “Oh, sweetheart,” she offered Shelly a different shirt and watched her put it on. “That colour is nice on you.” “You always like to dress me in pastels,” Shelly untucked her hair, hopped off of the dressing table and finished pulling the shirt down. “You’re almost Lover personified,” Taylor smiled warmly as she changed her shoes to a pair with much lower heels. “And I love that about you.” “Well, physically, outwardly, aesthetically at least,” Shelly smiled and trotted closer to Taylor. “I don’t think you could say my attitude is much like that.” “In public you are. In private,” Taylor wrapped an arm around Shelly’s waist, pulling her close to cuddle her. “In private you are very, hmmm, Reputation.” Shelly grinned and tilted her face up to nuzzle the taller woman, giggling when she got a forehead kiss instead. “Mm, I think I can deal with that. I think I like that comparison,” she frowned a little as Taylor wiped the remnants of lipstick off of her face. “Hey, I thought you liked it when I wore your lipstick?” “I’ve already said I’ll cover you in it later,”  she paused to put on a jacket and grab a bag, shoving the t-shirt that Shelly had previously been wearing inside it. “I’m assuming that you do want to come back to my room with me?” “Well, yeah, of course!” Shelly gulped quietly, almost embarrassed by her own eagerness. “I mean, yeah, if that’s an option.” Taylor giggled and linked arms with the shorter blonde. “I’ve got a gift for you, back in my room, actually…” “Oh?” Shelly let the singer lead her through the corridors. “Mm hm.” “Taylor,” Shelly sighed as they got into the cab. “I’m not here for you to buy me gifts. I’m not about that.” “I know that sweet,” Taylor settled beside her. “I know. But I wanted to. I always want to.” “Hmm,” Shelly smiled softly, looking down as Taylor hooked her pinky finger around hers. “I think I believe you.” “Good! You should!” They fell into a comfortable silence for the rest of the trip. Once they arrived they thanked the driver and Taylor led the way up to her room, walking purposely. At first, Shelly took a moment to catch up - she was shorter after all, but when the singer realised that the other woman was struggling, she slowed her pace. “Sorry Shell.” “You’re forgiven.” Taylor giggled and locked the hotel room door behind them, lingering as Shelly took a few more steps further into the luxury room. She hummed, watching Shelly look around - it was definitely one of the best rooms Taylor had shown her. “You can sit down if you want to,” Taylor said softly, giggling when Shelly perched on the edge of the bed and squeaked in surprise as she sunk into the soft blankets. “Oh my sweet, your feet are so far away from the floor!” Shelly scowled at her and let out a “hnph!” before she flopped onto her back. “Oh, honey,” Taylor approached her and started taking her shoes off for her. “Let’s get rid of these, then you can rest a bit more without worrying about getting your shoes on the sheets.” Shelly went to protest but quietened after receiving a Look from Taylor. “And I know you’d worry about that, because I know you.” “You’re lucky that I care about you so much and that you’re so beautiful because you’re so annoying when you’re right,” Shelly grumbled. “Care about you too babe,” Taylor couldn’t help but grin. “But you’re the beautiful one.” Shelly grumbled a bit more and pushed herself to sit up to watch Taylor look through one of her bags. She tilted her head as the singer sat next to her, a box in her hand. Before handing it over, she leant in and pressed a soft kiss to Shelly’s lips, smiling when the other girl giggled afterwards. “Now, this is… Well, it’s kinda twofold. If you think it’s awesome, I’d like to go ahead and authorise a lesser version for merch?” “Oh?” Shelly tilted her head. “But,” Taylor opened the box to reveal a multi-stone bracelet. “Obviously these are real, and the merch ones would be, well… Fake stones.” “Babe, that’s beautiful,” Shelly looked up from the bracelet to the singer. “If I know you, then there’s a reason they’re all different colours?” Taylor nodded with a smile. “My different eras.” Shelly gently took the box from her to look closer. After a few minutes, she went through the stones, pairing them with Taylor’s albums. Taylor herself, listened before beaming with pride when Shelly got every match up right, but of course she did. She was a smart cookie. Taylor kissed Shelly’s cheek for that, actually, and told her why, giggling when Shelly went pink and even a little bit shy. “Cute, babe. Such a cutie,” she kissed Shelly’s cheek again, leaving another lipstick mark almost right next to the previous one. “What do you think?” “It’s beautiful, it’s absolutely stunning.” “And also,” Taylor turned over the tag. “On the merch, this’ll just be the block version of my initials, but on yours, you’ve got them in my handwriting and on the other side -” “From the moon and to Saturn,” Shelly finished, looking at the little stamped crescent moon with Saturn's ring around it. Taylor beamed at her again. “That’s my smart girl.” “It’s really beautiful,” Shelly continued. “And I like that it’ll blend in with the merch.” “That was the plan,” Taylor gently took the box from her and moved to put it on a side table before moving to stand in front of the still sitting blonde. “So it’s like a friendship bracelet?” Shelly asked with a slight grin. Taylor just gave her A Look. “Shelly, we’ve been doing this long enough for you to know that this isn’t just friendship.” “I know, I know, I promise. I’m just teasing.” “Hmm,” Taylor leant one knee on the mattress between Shelly’s legs before leaning down as if to kiss her - but she stopped millimetres away from Shelly’s mouth. “You do like to tease, don’t you?” “Yes ma’am,” Shelly almost whispered before she swallowed. “But, you’re just as bad, with those shorts you like to wear and - and all that.” “And the shiny costume?” Shelly nodded. “And the shiny costume.” “Little magpie,” she ran her fingers over Shelly’s hair, tucking some flyaway bits behind her ear. “Ma’am,” Shelly beamed up at her, leaning into her touch. “You know I always correct you when you call me something like that.” “You do,” Taylor cupped her palms around Shelly’s cheeks. “And you normally say something rude about it.” “About being more, ah, cat like?” She grinned almost wickedly. “Something something you are what you eat?” “Hm! Yes that!” She squeezed Shelly’s face gently. “You’re lucky I love you.” “I am! So lucky!” Shelly hummed happily as Taylor kissed her. “The cats love you,” she said between kisses. “I love them,” Shelly giggled. “Not as much as I love you, but it's pretty close.” Taylor laughed. “Well, I can’t say I blame you there. But really, I’m the lucky one.” “Nope, lies, that’s me.” “No,” Taylor tapped the tip of Shelly’s nose. “You’re sweet and kind, smart and funny and so supportive of me and my work.” “What kind of partner would I be if I wasn’t?” Shelly scrunched up her nose as it was tapped, before raising an eyebrow. “Even if we weren’t together, friends should still support friends.” “You’re so good Shell,” she leant down to give her another little kiss, feeling the shorter woman grin into it. “Not difficult to be supportive when your girlfriend is taking over the world with her kick-ass abilities,” Shelly couldn’t help but grin even wider. “Nor is it hard to be good for you either.” “Ma’am…” Shelly just giggled. “I couldn’t ask for anything more from you,” Taylor played with Shelly’s hair. “Ever.” “One of your biggest fans babe,” Shelly winked at her. “I’m always here to cheerlead for you. With or without the outfit.” She couldn’t help it; Taylor snorted. “Well, you do look pretty good in the outfits.” Shelly lightly clicked her tongue and shot her some finger guns and Taylor laughed, which just made Shelly laugh with her. “No, really,” she continued. “The support means everything to me.” “It’s the bare minimum honey,” Shelly murmured as Taylor kissed her forehead. “Bare minimum. I support those I love, fiercely.” “Fiercely support or fiercely love?” “Both.” Taylor beamed. “Please don’t ever change though, Shell. You’re just so…” “Don’t say perfect, because we both know I’m not.” “Soft,” Taylor continued. “You’re soft and sweet, kind and gentle and just so…” She cupped Shelly’s face gently and nuzzled the tip of her nose against her’s. “You’re so good. In all the best ways.” “And all the bad ways,” Shelly grinned before nuzzling Taylor back and giggling. “Anyway,” Taylor rolled her eyes. “Because you’re so good, I have another gift for you.” “Taylor,” Shelly sighed and watched her almost saunter over to the bathroom. “The bracelet and time with you is more than enough.” “Well, it’s kinda for both of us,” she said - inside the bathroom now. Although she’d left the door open a bit. “Oh?” Shelly looked up from her lap, shifting a bit in her spot on the end of the bed. “It’s something for me to wear and for you to take off.”

[slowroadtosantiago]

Day 19 - Hornillos to Castrojeriz

(Posting delay of yesterday’s walk as there was rubbish signal and wifi at the albergue)

It was about a 20k day, 12 miles or so.

Each day when we set off I think ‘what on earth am I going to write about today? It’s not a long day, we eat, we walk’ and each day something different happens…so here’s today’s story.

After a reasonable night’s sleep we were rudely awoken by an alarm going off at 6, and people shuffling about and opening the door. Then the light went on, hrmph!

We had breakfast at the hostel then set off about 7:20 with full packs today. My blisters have now all healed so I walked without plasters, and Jane was walking for the first time without strapping her feet up too. Jane’s heel is also OK after rest.

There was a steady climb out of the valley onto the plateau at the top. It was a cooler morning but we still stripped of our jackets half way up. The land is very open with chalk white soil on the hillsides. The fields are full of barley or wheat and young poppies are just starting to appear on the verges and you can see that in a couple of weeks it will look gorgeous.

Across the plateau we started having a go at the Welsh national anthem. My Bethan is going to send through a line a day to learn so we should have it sorted by the time we finish!

We were caught up by an Irish couple who had heard the ‘singing’ and we chatted about our journeys. They were travelling light and doing it in stages so soon sped past us.

Scott also caught us up and we walked down into Hontanas together for our first proper coffee of the day. Hontanas is a nice place that just suddenly appears as it’s down in a dip. On the way out we passed an old 2CV, haven’t seen one of those for ages, and whereas you usually see a fountain cherub having a wee, today we saw a full sized version!

The path followed a nice valley and where it joined the road again we found a comfortable spot under a proper tree to have a rest and change into our sandals.

The road eventually led to an old ruined monastery at San Anton where there was a huge arch over the road and where some of the old buildings had been preserved as an albergue.

The last stretch on a long straight road brought us to Castrojeriz looking impressive in the distance with a castle on the hill and church down below.

Our hostel is clean and the beds not too rickety. It is also unusual as the evening meal is South Korean inspired.

We dumped our stuff then found a cafe for a beer and some lunch for me - I had been looking forward to a wedge of tortilla. We met up with the Texans in the same cafe though they are sleeping elsewhere tonight. We clocked that the church was closed so would visit it later.

Back at the hostel it was time for a shower and a chill. We then had a mammoth session sat in the garden planning out the rest of our trip. Nicole, the Australia, was planning on celebrating her birthday on the 15th of May in Herrerías so we’ve worked out how to get there for then. At the moment it looks like we may get to Santiago on the 24th May and fly out on the 28th, but things can change.

We decided that after all that hard work we deserved a glass of wine so started making our way to the local bar. The clouds behind were very ominous.

The church on the way was open so we thought to drop in there first. It’s a museum as well and the guardian very enthusiastically talked about some of the exhibits, in Spanish, so we nodded along enthusiastically too!

As we reached the entrance again the skies started to open up. We decided the better course of action was to get back to the hostel. As we were running back it started hail storming! A bit damp we got back and watched the streams of water running down the street.

After a while we were called to dinner. The Korean meal was delicious. There was rice on the bottom and different veg arranged on top along with ground beef. You then added a fried egg, soy sauce, miso soup and as much spicy red sauce you could manage and mixed it all together. We’ve got quite a few Koreans in the bunkhouse and they enjoyed it very much.

We’re now in our bunks listening to the thunder outside. The bad weather is due to move off tonight and we should have a dry day tomorrow, fingers crossed.

[sukirichi]

sweet angel

With a heart of gold, sweet lips, and white lace all over your body — he’s pretty sure you’re his sweet angel.

REQUEST. lingerie under his white button up shirt for gojo + somnophilia + established relationship + oblivious reader

CONTENT/WARNINGS. smut, somnophilia, mentions of insecurity, very slight angst, creampie, cockwarming, body marking, UNEDITED

NOTES. I haven’t written Gojo for a while but I sure do missed it! We’re gonna have more Gojo content this week too! if i finish my wips anyway lmao

next

The clock blinks back a painful three am to you, the time way past what Gojo’s promised. You don’t stop the sigh leaving your cherry red lips as you stare at the mirror, jaw clenching at the sight. Today’s supposed to be your second anniversary with Gojo, and instead of spending it on a skyscraper dinner like last year’s, you both insisted on staying at home for a more romantic date instead.

Him being the strongest sorcerer, it’s only a given that he’ll be busy, even to this day. He’s unable to take a day off, but he promised to come home on time.

The dinner’s gone cold, the candles melted and aroma of roses sticking hard to the walls. You’re wearing his favourite black dress paired with ankle boots, wrists clinking from the bangles and makeup done to perfection. Today’s supposed to be simple, quiet, and romantic – especially with your surprise for him – but he’s still not home.

Washing your face in the sink and covering the dishes, you blow out the candles, heading back to your shared room to call it a day. You swipe your dress with Gojo’s white button, wanting to feel that he’s still with you even with just his scent.

A blaring red that reads three forty-five is the last thing you see as you burrow deep into the covers, trying your best to ignore the panging in your heart.

He promised he’d be home soon.

“Honey! I’m ho—” Gojo blinks at the darkness of your penthouse, hands patting the walls before flicking on the lights. He’s not surprised to see that it’s neat as usual, but then his gaze lands on the dining table, and that’s when he realizes he’s fucked up.

The candles are already melted halfway, one wine glass still and the other already washed in the sink. You must’ve taken a few sips as you waited for him; an image he can imagine already. He’s admired you long before dating you that Gojo’s used to your habits, like how you’d rotate the drink in your glass three times before you drink, tongue darting out to taste the wine mixing in with your lips.

He knows all this, mostly because it always drives him crazy when you do that, and he’s lost count of the times he’s pushed you up against the counter, shoving his tongue between your lips to find out what it is about wine and flavoured lipsticks you liked so much.

It’s a little hellish to him the more he thinks about it, even more so because you’re completely unaware of your effect on him.

But he’s not the only one, since no matter how perceptive Gojo could be, he’s scatterbrained more often than he likes to admit. And of fucking course he forgot tonight was your anniversary. He never set dates on his calendars, waving his hand and confidently stating he had an ultra memory and didn’t need reminders.

Well, now that ultra memory is reminding him of the last time he’s forgot to attend your work event, a time you needed him more than anything else, and you didn’t talk to him for a week straight.

He wishes you would shout at him, push or shove him even, call him names and tell him he’s horrible, but you’ve always been a sweet, little thing – you’re timid even in your frustration. You never glared at him, never scolded him, and it’s even more terrifying because you’re still so sweet to him – preparing him meals, giving him a kiss before he leaves for work – but Gojo isn’t entirely dumb. He notices how you turn away from him in your sleep, your arms that would usually be wrapped around his torso now hugging yourself in an attempt to make yourself small and invisible.

That’s how you felt every time Gojo doesn’t keep to his word.

Unseen. Unloved. Unheard. Unimportant. He’s no mind reader, but it’d be pushing it if he can’t even turn to your thoughts like that.

And even in your slumber, it’s written all over your face, evident in the way tears are staining your cheeks under the sheets. Gojo sighs upon seeing your crumpled form on the bed, your dress hanging neatly from the closet and your heels placed beneath it. He crouches down in front of the shoe, his hands crumpled into fists. This wasn’t just any shoe – it’s the one he made you get during that time you were debating whether you could pull it off, but he encouraged you that you looked gorgeous in anything. Despite having bought it a long time ago, you never wore it, only on this day because you trust your comfort and safety around him; one he’s so effortlessly crushed.

Gojo quickly changes into his pyjamas not long afterwards, sliding himself next to your body in slow, careful movements to not wake you up. Aside from a slight stir, you remain deep asleep, the frown permanent and deep on your face.

It breaks his heart to see you like this, especially because he knows he’s the one who caused it.

Gojo runs his hand across the apple of your cheeks, caressing your precious face on his palm before leaning forward to kiss your head. You smell amazing too, and yet, you’re uncomfortable with whatever’s playing in your head. He could take a good guess and assume it’s him.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs into your skin, sliding his arm over your body to pull you close to him. “I didn’t mean to forget, I’m so sorry. I’ll make it up to you somehow.”

He knows he should apologize when you’re awake, but he wants to say it now before his guilt eats up at him. Gojo’s eyes flutter close when his hands come into contact with something...lacey, and he pauses, lifting the sheets to inspect the material. He doesn’t really know what he’s expecting, but his breath stutters anyway, his aquamarine eyes zeroed in on his shirt draped over your form, the top three buttons left open and you’re not wearing shorts.

Gojo curses under his breath. His reaction is immediate; blood rushing to his groin and legs nudging yours apart. He doesn’t bother hiding under the sheets not anymore as he runs his hand over your body, his touch suddenly so cold in contrast to your warmth.

He’s fucked you a lot of times in different places and angles, so he shouldn’t be so nervous, yet he is, and his hands are fucking shaking.

His head snaps to your one more time, revelling in the way you open your legs just as he pries them apart. Even in your sleep, you’re still so trusting, so wanting – so perfect for him. Gojo situates himself between your thighs as he unbuttons your shirt one by one, his teeth clenched so hard it wouldn’t be anything surprising if he actually cracked his jaw.

You’re nothing short of looking like an angel; the thigh straps squeezing the flesh of your thighs and exuding such heavenly beauty he’s stunned.

You let out a sigh at his erection rubbing you through his boxers, completely unaware that Gojo’s fallen back on his thighs, eyes wide at the white lingerie set clad in your body. He licks at his lips, debating which land he should trudge on first.

The thigh straps he wants to rip with his fingers, the white lace panty that’s already nearly transparent with your arousal, or the frilly cups holding your breasts in place?

This is the first time Gojo’s gotten close to losing his mind, and lose his mind he did. Thoughts of making it up to you flies out the window, his emotions running turbulent with anger and regret in place. If he’d just gotten home, if he’d just killed the curses faster, he could’ve kissed you and heard you beg for him in your awakened state; he’d have the pleasure of seeing you squirm under him while he rips this pretty set apart.

His dick throbs harder at the fact you wore this for him, but you must’ve been so tired and sad to wear proper pyjamas. Should he be thankful? Angry at himself for making you feel this way?

He doesn’t fucking now, his mind is nothing but a mess as he sucks a wet spot into the juncture of your neck, large hands groping your breast. You mewl a little at the contact, neck arching to the side while you sigh, that slight dip in your brow a telltale you must be still in a sleepy daze.

“Fuck, baby,” he mutters through pants as he cups your mound, only to be met with such astounding wetness. You look so innocent right now in comparison to your soft moans that it ruins him. You’re a good girl, such a sweet lover for him that you’re always letting him take in charge under the trust he’ll make you feel good. This trust is extended even in your wildest dreams, but you don’t need to worry about that. He’ll soon make it a reality.

Gojo is too needy that he doesn’t bother pulling your thong off anymore, pulling it to the side with two fingers before his thumb flicks at your clit. He’s rewarded with a sharp inhale, cheeks planted to the pillows and you look so pretty, so hauntingly oblivious that the only thing able to pull the strongest sorcerer limb by limb apart is through your needy wet cunt.

He aligns himself with your entrance, groaning when his tip is coated with your slick, the warmth of your pussy radiating off of him. It’s fucking stupid that Gojo shivers, and he knows it’s pathetic because he chuckles, lifting both your legs up before he hugs them to his chest.

You’re so wet that Gojo no longer finds the need to prepare you, his eyes falling down to where your bodies connect, breath taken away at how your lips eagerly spread apart to take him in. He’s a little too big for your tiny, sweet pussy that your lips pinch into a flat line, chest rasping up and down.

He wants to apologize, wants to caress your face and look you in the eyes as usual to tell you that you’re doing good, just breathe and the pain will be gone soon.

The situation deprives him of that privilege, so he’s left with no choice but to kiss your ankles affectionately before thrusting all the way in. A loud moan echoes around the room the moment he’s seated in, dick throbbing inside your heated pussy that’s so tight it’s nearly suffocating.

“Oh, my baby,” he thrusts in slowly, not wanting to completely wake you up despite the fact you’re unconsciously grabbing the sheets already. “My sweet, pretty angel – I’m so sorry daddy couldn’t fuck you tonight but look at you, you’re so wet,” he bites your calf at the last word to muffle his groans, the tight sucking in of your pussy to his length making his cock throb. “Did you touch yourself when I was gone, hm? You must be so unsatisfied, but I’m here now, I’ll take care of you.”

Gojo’s unable to keep his promise to you before, but he’ll definitely keep this promise now. He leaves little love marks at your skin, reaching forward to tug the cups of your bra down. He’s rewarded with the intoxicating luxury of watching your breasts bounce at his pace, your nipples the only thing stopping the material from completely falling.

You mewl at the pleasure he’s giving you, the constant friction of your hardened buds against the cups must be so heavenly by now, and you’re tightening around him, walls clamped down over his dick that Gojo never wants to let go.

He thrusts harder this time in response to your greedy sucking, his tip kissing your cervix. You throw your head back deeper into the pillows, hands patting every spot beside you. He knows that look all too well – mouth falling open, eyes shut tight, brows pinched together and that angelic little pant – it’s the face you always wear when you’re about to cum and Gojo wants to make it up to you, pushing your legs to the side before heaving his weight forward.

“Aw, baby,” he coos, “Coming already?”

The sudden stretch in your body only has your walls sucking him harder, his hips stuttering in its pace. Gojo kisses you flat on the lips as his hands thread to yours, squeezing it momentarily just as pleasure washes over him too. You come first, the spasms of your cunt similar to that one time you’ve accidentally gripped him too hard in your hand that Gojo’s cum suddenly landed on your eye. It’s tight, too fucking tight, that Gojo actually loses the ability to breathe.

His hips snap harder, dick driving deeper into your hole that’s already leaking out with cum. Your precious lingerie set is ruined, guaranteed to get him another pout that Gojo shakes his head, gripping hard at your hips while he chases his own high.

“I’ll get you another one, angel, I’ll buy you – fuck! – all the sets you need if it means dressing pretty for me like this,” he stutters in one breath, mouth latching around your nipple. He tugs at it in his need to reach his breaking point, no longer caring that you’ll wake up anytime soon, not when he’s so close and the squelching of your pussy sounds like heavenly music to his ears. Gojo thrusts in one last time hard enough that his balls make a loud slapping sound against your ass, but he doesn’t slide out, keeping himself right deep into your cunt in his orgasm.

Breathing heavily, Gojo falls on top of you, thankfully still strong enough to not crush you with his weight. He’s leaving fluttering kisses all over your face, your sweat slicking his skin.

He wants to pull out from the sensitivity, but you feel so warm and comfortable that Gojo plops down to the side, hugging your back and kissing your shoulder with panted breaths. You’re still recovering from the tremors of your orgasm that’s most likely still a dream to you, body trembling in his arms. Gojo does you a favour by throwing your bra to the side, his hands acting as a replacement for the missing piece.

He sighs onto your neck, barely managing to properly cover the both of your bodies in his exhaustion after a long day. He holds you close and tight in his arms, an I love you merely audible from his lips, followed by a regretful I’m sorry.

Gojo dreads tomorrow morning, in all honesty. There’s no easy way to explain that he “simply forgot” after all your efforts, his heart already darkening with the fear of seeing you pull away like you did the last time. His eyes droop down as he makes a mental note to just do whatever he can, but you’re stirring in his arms, lips puckered at the edge of his jaw.

“Satoru,” you whisper, hands tracing patterns on his chest. “You’re home. I’m glad.”

Soft snores follow after that, but Satoru is wide awake just as you’ve fallen asleep once more. He’s left speechless, and he doesn’t hold back in hugging you closer to his chest as a silent promise of never leaving you alone again. Even now, you’re still such a sweet angel, and how lucky is he to find someone like that?

[piratesfromspace]

Finance Management (Deckard Shaw/Reader)

Deckard Shaw (Fast & Furious) x Reader

Word count: 1.9k CW: mention of food & alcohol, smut

Female reader

Note: This short fic has been inspired by a friend of mine who created the character of the financial advisor of mister Shaw.  Also there is not enough fics with Deckard Shaw so here we are. 

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MASTERLIST

“Mister Shaw, it’s me again, I’m so sorry but I really need you to call me back please. It’s important. Thank you.”

You let out a deep sigh as you hang up. Handling the finances of rich people is a lucrative and thrilling job, but damn it sometimes those clients of yours are annoying. Especially Mister Shaw.

First, he’s annoyingly busy and unreachable. Most powerful people are, but he can disappear for weeks on end without so much as sending an email.

Second, he’s also infuriatingly handsome and smart and funny. And he has an impeccable sense of style. He has nothing in common with the other clients of your firm, mainly old and boring men, whose only conversation subject is their money and how they hate their wives.

And finally, the worst thing about him is how good of a lover he is. You found out half a year ago, when you ended up in his bed after what should have been a regular business dinner. It was a mistake of course. One that could have cost you your career because it was a very serious breach of contract to sleep with a client.

You never told a soul, and you promised yourself to never do it again. But it was still hard to forget the feeling of him pressed against you, of his hands holding your waist, of his mouth between your thighs...

You try to focus again on your task and stretch your legs, kicking out your high heels. Feet bare on the soft carpet, you walk to the floor-to-ceiling window of your posh office, taking a second to admire the view, as the final rays of the sun disappear over the lake, and Geneva lights up under you. It’s breath-taking, really. But it also means you’re once again staying way too late at the office. Your assistant has gone home a couple hours ago, and your colleagues are either on vacation or on business trips, making you the only person on the building’s 7th floor. You still have a few things to finish so you plop on your leather chair and get back to work, hoping to make it home before 11pm.

That’s when you hear it: the familiar *ding* of the elevator’s door, at the end of the corridor. You tense immediately. You’re not waiting for anyone, and the security guards always use the stairs when completing their patrol.

Steps are coming down your way, and you grab your phone, ready to dial for the security team. And then you recognize his silhouette through the polished glass wall. There is a knock on your door before it opens to reveal Deckard Shaw himself. He’s wearing an expensive suit and an even more expensive watch, a very light stubble is highlighting his perfect jawbone and his deep grey eyes bear a mischievous glint. Handsome, as always.

“Mister Shaw…” you stammer.

“You know you can call me Deckard.” His stupidly sexy British accent and cocky smile will be the death of you.

He’s been in your office for two seconds and you already want to slap him in the face - or climb him like a tree, you can’t really decide.

“It’s quite late, Mister Shaw, you scared me. Anything I can do for you?” you insist on saying his family name, in a feeble attempt to maintain a professional façade.

“You needed to see me.” it’s more a comment than a question, and you’re suddenly reminded of the dozen of unanswered phone calls you made trying to reach him.

“Yes… yes, that’s right, but honestly you could have called tomorrow morning.”

“I’d rather see you in person.” he answers, looking you straight in the eyes. You can feel yourself blushing under his gaze. “Wanted to make sure you’re alright. You’re working too much you know.” he says with a soft smile, as his eyes drift down to your sore bare feet and then to the discarded heels under your desk.

What a condescending prick, you think. But at the same time, he’s right and his care seems somewhat genuine. It will not make you forget you almost lost your job because of him though.

“How did you know I was still here tonight?” you purposely redirect the attention on him, rather than you.

“Well, let’s say I would not leave the woman in charge of my assets without any... supervision.”

“Is that a polite way to say you’ve been spying on me?” you retort dryly.

“Oh I love when you’re getting all angry and snobbish, your French accent is even cuter.”

You’re gonna murder him. You really really want to tell him to go fuck himself, but he’s the one responsible for a very generous part of your paycheck, so you have to keep quiet.

“I would be more comfortable if we keep our conversation strictly professional, Mister Shaw.”

“Everything you want, dear.”

-----

“Mmph, fu-ck... Deckard, don’t stop”

The professional attitude has been long forgotten, since Deckard has pulled you onto his lap on the velvet couch of his presidential suite at the Four Seasons hotel, where you were supposed to only review the important documents he needed to see. But when the room service had brought a very nice bottle of Scotch, you knew you were screwed. You could not refuse a drink, and the warmth of alcohol combined with the warmth of his hand slightly brushing against your thigh had overcome all your resolve.

You are now sprawled on the king-size bed, moaning his name as Deckard Shaw is destroying your sanity very methodically. One foot on the floor, one leg bent on the edge of the bed, he’s pounding into you, holding your hip with one hand, and circling your clit with the other. His pace is calculated, not too fast so you can feel every inch of him, but not too slow so your nerves don’t have any respite, and it’s driving you crazy. Hands tangled in the dark silk sheets beneath you, you try to catch your breath to no avail.

“I won’t stop darling. Not until I can feel you coming again all over me.” His voice is like heavy honey, dripping all over your senses, drowning you in sweet and sinful promises.

You want to close your eyes to focus on the overwhelming feelings, but the view in front of you is too good to be missed. He looks like some demi-god, bathed in the subdued light of the room, broad and muscular chest, abs perfectly drawn. What is his job again? You vaguely remember him talking about serving a few years in the military when he was younger, but he is still definitely hitting the gym on a regular basis.

His muscles flex when he brings you down on his thick cock a little more sharply than before, and you keen as he hits that perfect spot inside of you. You can feel your orgasm build again, and so can he.

“You’re close, princess, aren’t you?”

You mewl in response and he chuckles darkly, keeping up with his ruthless assault on your most sensitive parts. He angles his fingers just a bit differently on your clit, and keeps thrusting into you, stretching you so perfectly you can’t remember the last time someone fucked you this good - wait , actually you can, it was a few months ago and it was by mister Deckard “annoyingly perfect” Shaw.

“Come on, I know you want to, I’ll keep going until you give me one more anyway princess…”

And that's it. You’re gone. Back arching off the bed, you come hard, harder than the first time, clenching around him. You barely hear him hiss in pleasure as you spasm helplessly on the soft sheets, the silk feeling almost cool against your burning skin.

----

“Good morning darling."

You open an eye, natural light is flooding the room, as is the delicious smell of fresh coffee and tea. At the foot of the bed, you spot a room service trolley loaded with breakfast treats and through the open door of the bathroom, you can see Deckard is looking at you in the mirror reflection while buttoning a crisp white shirt.

"Your tea is ready. Black, no milk, right?”

He's right and it's annoying because is there anything this man messes up?

"What time is it?" You ask, suddenly remembering you have a busy schedule today.

"You have 27 minutes to eat and get ready, so I can drop you off at your office in time for your first call of the day."

He knows about your tea preferences and your professional agenda, of course he does , he was not joking when mentioning the whole "spying-on-you" situation, or "supervision" as he liked to call it. He needs to stop it, but you decide to keep this discussion for another day.

You stretch, and rise to put on the hotel bathrobe, sighing at the thought of having to wear the same clothes as yesterday. Last you saw them, they were scattered on the floor all over the room and your underwear were positively ruined.

"The concierge was very helpful this morning, thanks to him I got you a few clothes delivered for today." Deckard adds as he pours himself a cup of coffee from the cart and gestures to the leather armchair where a couple of bags doning logos of luxury brands are perched.

You make your way to the packages, and open the first one to reveal a sophisticated dress, fitted and sexy, but not too much that it would be inappropriate as office wear. The second bag is a thoughtful selection of high end make-up products. And the last one contains a gorgeous set of lacy lingerie, nothing too raunchy but sexy nonetheless. Of course everything is in the right size.

"Thank you..." you whisper, a little stunned. The assortment must have cost him a couple grands at the very least - not that he can't afford it because you're well placed to be sure he can, but still, he did not have to do this.

You have to suppress a smile, because damn he's being annoyingly perfect once more, but you don't want to give him the satisfaction to reveal he was right when promising you could stay the night instead of going home and still look fresh for your day at work.

"I was thinking, I'm free tonight, so maybe we can finally review those documents, you know the ones you were supposed to show me before you jumped on me on the couch last night?" Deckard states as he bites in an apple in front of the window, casually looking at lake Geneva glinting in the bright morning sun.

You blush unwillingly, struggling to find a reply that would save you from admitting you had failed at enforcing your usual work ethic.

"I'm kidding dear!" He barks in a laugh. "I know enough to trust you on this venture, you have my approval to go on with the investment." He continues more seriously.

You open your mouth to answer but he's quicker.

"I'm not kidding about being free though, so what about dinner and then we can see where this takes us…"

When you don't answer immediately, he turns to look at you. Maybe he's realizing the situation can be awkward and precarious for you since you're technically working for him.

"You can say no, I won't take any offense." He adds without irony.

"Yes..." You finally answer, tip toeing toward him until you can snatch the apple he was eating from him. He protests but you shush him.

"...Yes, I would like this very much..."

As he starts to protest again, you take a big bite from the fruit with a knowing smile.

"...but only for dinner. Nothing more."

"You'll be the death of me." Deckard says, falsely irritated, his voice dropping lower.

"At least the feeling is mutual, mister Shaw ..."

[readerinsertsaremyguiltypleasure]

g and 23 for the darkling

G. First Time 23. 'I didn't hurt you, did I?'

Just a heads up for anyone who is unfamiliar, "milaya" means "sweet girl".

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You would be lying if you said that, when you first accepted the chef position at the Little Palace, you hadn’t hoped that you’d meet a handsome Grisha who would sweep you off your feet. It had been a fantasy – a pipedream. You never really expected it to happen. And you certainly never expected it to happen with the Darkling of all people.

It had surprised you, at first, that the highly respected and rightly feared Black General could be so charming. It was a trait he certainly didn’t advertise, but for some reason, you always got the privilege of seeing it.

It had taken less than three weeks to fall head over heels in love with him. Then another two weeks for you to work up the courage to do something about it.

Now, three more weeks after that, you were finally in his bed for the first time – your first time in any man’s bed – and Aleksander was busy proving to you exactly how right you were to have waited for him. You doubted many other men would be so focussed on your needs. You doubted they would take so much time preparing you and adoring your body with sweet kisses and loving caresses.

‘You’re gorgeous, milaya.’ Aleksander whispered the words against your skin as he slowly kissed his way back up to your lips. ‘I can’t wait to be inside you.’

‘Then don’t wait,’ you said, breathless and a little bit shocked at your own confidence.

Aleksander gave you a fierce kiss, one that had you moaning into his mouth and arching into his body. The feel of him hard against your thigh made you ache for him all the more.

He was still kissing you when he positioned himself at your entrance and pushed in. You yelped a little in surprise, breaking the kiss.

Aleksander froze. ‘I didn’t hurt you, did I?’

You shook your head and wrapped your legs around his hips. You both groaned as he slid in a little deeper. ‘I’m fine,’ you said. ‘Perfect, even.’ And to prove it, you rolled your hips against his.

Aleksander swore, something that was surprisingly rare for him, and gave you another one of those all-consuming kisses as he began to move. He was slow at first, but it didn’t take long for the pace to build.

‘Don’t stop, Aleksander,’ you begged, clutching at his shoulders. ‘You feel so good.’

Aleksander tugged at your ear with his teeth, making you clench around him in unexpected pleasure. ‘So do you,’ he breathed against your neck. ‘Saints, you feel so good around my cock. Like you were made for me.’

Those words alone almost had you coming around him, but you still needed just a little bit extra. You tried to manoeuvre one hand between you both so you could touch yourself, but every one of Aleksander’s thrusts had it returning to his shoulders, unwilling to let go for more than a second.

‘Aleksander,’ you half gasped, half moaned. ‘Please. More.’

Words were starting to fail you, but luckily Aleksander knew exactly what you needed. His hips only slowed a fraction as he propped himself up on one elbow and reached down to where you were joined. ‘Is this what you need, princess?’ he asked as his rubbed at your clit. ‘Will this make you come for me?’

Your answer was a loud cry that probably woke up half the palace. But you didn't care. Wave after wave of pleasure was washing over you; it felt like it would go on forever.

When you came back down, it was to the sound of Aleksander chanting your name. His thrusts were getting choppy as he chased his own release, and he once again had both hands on the bed to steady himself. It was a bit uncomfortable, but worth it to see his face scrunched up with pleasure.

You ran your fingers down his forearms, letting your nails scratch him a bit. ‘Where do you want to come?’ you asked, testing out your “bedroom voice”. It must have been okay, judging by the grunt Aleksander made above you. ‘On my stomach? My chest? In my mouth?’

Aleksander swore at that last one, and he quickly pulled out just in time to shoot his load over your stomach. Once spent, he rolled off you, landing on his side. ‘We are definitely exploring those other two suggestions later,’ he said, still panting.

You chuckled, feeling like you’d never been happier. ‘I look forward to it.’

[hornime]

watch and learn | iwaizumi hajime x f!reader x team japan

there were two things they all had in common: the growing bulges in their pants that they were urgently trying to distract themselves from, and the fact that their full attention was on you.

warnings: 18+, timeskip!everyone, BIG MANGA SPOILERS BASICALLY, exhibitionism, voyeurism, orgasm denial

w/c: 3.1k

a/n: now i don’t know if iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer learned about female orgasms when he was studying sports science at irvine BUT he def knows how to show a girl a good time which is reason enough for me to write this. also, i read this article to prep for this piece and it was super enlightening, so i do recommend giving it a read if you’re interested!

in the middle of his morning run, iwaizumi slowed momentarily to check the repetitive buzzing of this phone, curious as to who was messaging him this early. when he’d left the apartment, you were sleeping, and you had the tendency to still be sleeping by the time he returned, so who else could it be?

he unlocked his phone, quickly finding the source of the notifications: the team japan group chat.

[06:43 AM] miya: hey @iwaizumi—you know stuff abt the human body right?

[06:43 AM] miya: cus like you studied it in college and shit??

iwaizumi rolled his eyes. i spent four years in america to earn my degree, came back home to support my country’s olympic team, and dealt with the biggest idiots of volleyball, only to get treated like this?

[06:44 AM] iwaizumi: yes, miya. i took many courses on the human body. in fact that’s the purpose of my job. to know the human body. because i am a fucking athletic trainer.

[06:44 AM] miya: okay okay i get it. dumb question

[06:44 AM] iwaizumi: why? is something up? you need help or anything?

[06:44 AM] miya: uhhh kinda

[06:44 AM] miya: @hinata i’m not fucking asking this

[06:44 AM] bokuto: bro just do it

[06:44 AM] miya: @hinata @hinata @hinata 

iwaizumi cocked an eyebrow. what the hell are they going on about?

[06:45 AM] iwaizumi: so am i needed or...

[06:45 AM] hinata: YES

[06:45 AM] hinata: we had a question

[06:46 AM] sakusa: by “we” he means him, miya, and bokuto

[06:46 AM] suna: yeah don’t bring us into this

[06:46 AM] hinata: don’t listen to them! both suna and sakusa wanna know too

[06:46 AM] iwaizumi: okay. what’s up

[06:47 AM] hinata: we wanted to know how to make a girl cum

he chuckled in disbelief.

[06:47 AM] iwaizumi: you’re telling me that you guys are in your mid-20s, literal olympic athletes, and you don’t know how to make a girl cum

[06:47 AM] iwaizumi: have you never done it before??

[06:47 AM] miya: NO

[06:47 AM] miya: FOR THE RECORD IVE MADE MANY GIRLS CUM

[06:48 AM] bokuto: ME TOO

[06:48 AM] bokuto: i think

he laughed out loud, briefly startling another runner on the sidewalk.

[06:48 AM] iwaizumi: you guys are unbelievable

[06:48 AM] hinata: i mean she says she finished but idk what i did to make that happen

[06:48 AM] bokuto: ^^

[06:48 AM] hinata: so like i wanna know how to actually do it

[06:48 AM] suna: actually im kinda interested in this too

[06:48 AM] aran: i pray for your future girlfriends. this is painful to see. im out

[06:48 AM] kageyama: i’m with aran on this one. you guys are dumb

[06:48 AM] hinata: shut up. you suck.

[06:48 AM] miya: cmon iwaizumi, help a guy out

[06:48 AM] sakusa: it wouldnt hurt for you to give us some pointers at least

iwaizumi sighed.

[06:49 AM] iwaizumi: @miya @hinata @bokuto @suna @sakusa meet in the locker room after practice. ill give you guys a lesson in the art of pleasing a woman

to teach effectively, he needed a volunteer, though he was sure you wouldn’t need much convincing. you’d always loved the attention, and the biceps, of the pro athletes. he spun on his heel and jogged home.

you woke up to the sound of your apartment door opening, your boyfriend creeping inside, forehead damp with sweat.

“hey,” you said quietly, making your way towards him.

“hey, baby. sorry for waking you up, i was trying to be quiet.”

you giggled sleepily. “s’okay, haji. you spoil me too much anyway, always letting me sleep in for hours while you’re off doing god knows what.”

at that, his eyes crinkled in amusement, and as you tried to step into a hug, he shuffled back. “woah there, baby. i gotta shower, ‘m all gross from my run. and then,” he gave you a peculiar look that you couldn’t quite place, “i got a proposition for you.”

after his shower, he waltzed out of the bathroom, steam wafting out from behind the door. his tanned body made you feel things you definitely shouldn’t be barely an hour after the sun’s risen, and you reached out to massage the tension in his shoulders. “so, what’s your proposition?”

“well,” he hesitated. “it’s a bit... unconventional. the team asked me to show them how to make a girl cum,” he took in your intrigued expression. “and it’d be a lot easier to explain if i had someone to do a live demonstration with. so,” his eyes flicked up to you. “that’s where you’d come in.”

“a... live demonstration? like you’re gonna make me cum in front of them?”

“yeah, essentially.” he gave you a devilish grin. “you want that, baby? wanna show those boys how a real man treats a gorgeous woman like you?”

you rubbed your thighs at his words. “yeah,” you purred. “i do. wanna show them how good you are to me.”

and that’s how you found yourself nestled between iwaizumi’s muscled thighs, back pressed against his chest, completely naked, with five of japan’s best volleyball players staring at your body in awe.

practically an expert in his field, iwaizumi knew the human body inside and out. this had many benefits; of course it allowed him to catapult up the ranks and work with the country’s best athletes to keep them at the top of their game, but it also had a unique side effect: an overwhelming vault of knowledge on how to make a woman feel good anywhere. 

you’d seen the proof firsthand; he knew exactly where to push, prod, stroke, and tease to have you cumming in seconds, over and over, as many times as you wanted. he was amazing, and you were well-aware just how lucky you were to have such a talented man in the sheets.

“oi,” iwaizumi snapped his fingers, drawing each of the players’ eyes away from your glistening cunt. “pay attention. i know more than anybody that she’s hot as fuck, but you gotta listen to what i’m saying or else there’s no point to this.”

he lightly pressed his lips against your collarbone, slowly tracing them against your jaw, the contact making you squirm. “if you wanna make a girl cum, first thing you gotta do is make her comfortable. if she’s worried about how she looks or sounds or smells she’s gonna be too stressed to let go.” he moved his hands to grope your tits, his calloused fingers brushing over your hardening nipples. “so reassure her, tell her how irresistible she is, how pretty her moans are, how tasty her pussy is. shit like that. the sexier she feels the better it’ll be.”

he leaned into you, whispering into your ear. “feeling good, baby? we can stop whenever.”

you nodded weakly, afraid to open your mouth, barely holding in your whines as his palms worked wonders on your chest and stomach, sending shocks of heat wherever they touched. 

you craned your neck up to observe the men before you. atsumu was flushed red, wringing his hands as if he was worried they’d do something embarrassing if he didn’t keep them occupied. hinata was bouncing his leg up and down, wiping his palms on his shorts as he took in the plushness of your thighs. bokuto was basically drooling, greedily tracing your soft curves with his eyes. suna maintained his indifferent expression, but the reddening tips of his ears showed that he was a lot more hot and bothered than he let on. sakusa stood quietly to the side, leaning against the wall, mask tucked under his chin as if he’d just realized how much the temperature had gone up in the room.

there were two things they all had in common: the growing bulges in their pants that they were urgently trying to distract themselves from, and the fact that their full attention was on you.

"make sure to try different things; there’s multiple ways to make a woman cum. only like a quarter of women experience orgasms just from penetration,” someone made a sound of shock. “yes, the number is that small, bokuto.” 

his fingertip slowly trailed past your belly button, dipping into the mess between your thighs, causing you to slightly arch your back into the solid chest supporting you. “foreplay with the clit is your best bet; even stupid fucks like you probably wouldn’t screw it up too bad.”

hinata opened his mouth to speak, but iwaizumi anticipated his question and continued.

“i know you’re wondering where the clit is. it’s around here, under this hood of skin,” he slid his digit between your labia. “s’not gonna come with a label so you gotta explore a little bit. i know where hers is like the back of my hand, but for you guys, with your girls, you’re gonna have to move your fingers around. slowly. and pay attention to her expressions.” he began to rub in a circular motion around your clit, causing you to make small whimpers of pleasure and shift your hips to meet his movements. 

“if she clenches up or twitches when you feel a certain spot, like this,” your legs flexed as he increased the pressure, “that’s the clit. be kind, it’s not a volleyball. be gentle n’ make small circles, whether it’s with your fingers or your tongue.” 

he thought for a second. “speaking of which, oral’s important. very important. most women cum when they’ve been eaten out, so use your mouths for something more useful than just dirty talk. suck on the clit, maybe tongue-fuck her a ‘lil, but your main focus should always be the clit.”

he removed his hands from your sopping pussy, and you made a pathetic noise of frustration. “’m sorry, baby,” he muttered seductively in your ear. “don’t wanna have you finishing too early. lesson’s barely started.”

he turned his attention back to your audience, his lustful tone being replaced by a more instructional one. “there’s other places that’ll help a woman orgasm, too: her nipples, her neck, her ears—”

“her ears?” sakusa questioned. he blushed profusely as everyone turned to look at him, surprised that he’d opened his mouth. “what? we were all thinking it.”

“s’a valid question,” iwaizumi said. “yeah, you can lick ‘em if they’re sensitive. hers are.” as if to prove his statement, he licked a stripe on the shell of you ear, making you wiggle helplessly at the stimulation. “‘n leave kisses everywhere else. feels good for them just like it does for us.” he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him and forcing your movements to stop as he traced patterns with his tongue all around your neck.

“something you should know about an orgasm is that it’s something called a positive feedback loop.” he looked up and was met with five blank stares. shouldn’t have expected anything from these dumb jocks, he lamented. “basically that means that, once you start releasing sexual tension, things will feel better and better until you climax.”

“oh!” atsumu chirped. “like how my sets get better and better throughout a game.”

“no, not really,” he quipped. “your sets suck throughout.” atsumu frowned at that.

iwaizumi exhaled exasperatedly. “the general idea is that the body gets more and more sensitive, muscle contractions become more and more frequent, and touches feel more and more stimulating until you cum. all right?”

they all made noises of understanding except for bokuto and hinata, whose eyes had glazed over at the first mention of an academic term. whatever, iwaizumi thought. they’ll get it through example.

"don’t worry about it too much if you don’t get it, that’s just an orgasm on paper. in practice, though, this is the crucial step: listen to her. she knows what feels good. never forget that you’re just an idiot with a cock.” he took a breath, gathering his thoughts before proceeding with his lecture.

“if she tells you to slow down, you slow down. if she tells you to go harder, you go harder. if she tells you to keep doing what you’re doing, you...”

“keep doing what you’re doing”, they all chimed in at staggered times.

“that’s right. don’t go faster or else you’ll mess up the rhythm and she won’t cum. and you wanna make her cum, don’t you?”

they nodded simultaneously.

“so if you keep up the tempo and force that feels good to her, you’ll be fine. questions?”

suna spoke up. “what about,” he choked on the word. “penetration?”

hinata hummed in agreement and bokuto jumped in. “yeah, what if i wanna make her cum on my cock?”

iwaizumi made a weird face. “that’s some pretty advanced stuff, but i guess i can go over it. when you try it, though, you have to be patient. with both of your bodies. s’not rocket science but s’not always easy. also it depends on the woman but sometimes she physically won’t be able to finish from penetration alone. just make sure you’re communicating.”

his swirled two fingers over your hole before shoving them in, your wetness making it easy for him to thrust in and out as your entrance stretched to accommodate him. “f—fuck!” your eyes flew open at the intrusion and you body lurched forward, but you were held back by his strong forearm. “ohmygod, oh my g—ah! feels s’good haji, s’good!”

“i know, baby, i know. you’re taking it so well.” he turned his attention back to the men, each of who were gulping heavily. if that didn’t signal to you that they were evidently affected by your moans, the way they shifted in their workout shorts did.

“boys, focus.” he curled his fingertips, brushing at the spongy spot at the top of your walls, ripping a pleasured wail from your throat and causing tears to prick at your eyelashes. “when you’re fingering her, you’ll feel an area inside that’s a bit soft and squishy. that’s the g-spot.”

you trembled in his arms as he mercilessly struck the same place over and over again with his fingers. “when you’re fucking her, try to keep the pressure building there, but it’ll be harder to make her finish since you can’t see what you’re doing.”

your breath hitched as iwaizumi’s incessant movements brought your body tantalizingly close to your release. he suddenly stopped and you almost sobbed in disappointment, until he plunged his fingers impossibly deeper.

a guttural scream of ecstasy came from within you, and your eyes rolled back as he began playing with another part of you, your body putty in his hands. “hngh, haji, ah! so good, s’good...” you threw your hands back around his neck, nails digging into the skin as you desperately tried to keep yourself grounded. your soft moans filled the air.

“stop clenching,” he hissed. “can barely move my hand.” you tried to relax but failed miserably as the tips of his fingers grazed your cervix. 

“holy fuck,” suna muttered. “you’re a god.”

“she sounds so pretty,” atsumu said in amazement.

“i wanna make a girl feel good like that, too!” bokuto sulked.

“you can do it, bokuto!” hinata hit him on the arm. “just listen to iwaizumi. clearly he knows what he’s talking about.” 

their eyes refocused on your figure, writhing in pleasure, prompting white hot waves of arousal to pool in their stomachs. 

“yeah,” sakusa said. “clearly.”

“stop talking,” iwaizumi ordered. “and listen. beyond the g-spot is the cervix, which is basically the end of the vagina. if you’re long enough,” he briefly scanned each of their faces, “which i’m sure you are, you’ll be able to reach it if you bottom out.”

“haji—hajime, please.” the stimulation was coming absolutely unbearable, and you could tell he was sadistically holding you at the edge, refusing to give you the satisfaction of finishing. “lemme cum, please. please lemme cum, please, please, i can’t—i can’t take it ‘nymore!”

“what was that? you can’t take it anymore? gonna cum?” you helplessly bobbed your head up and down, hoping that he’d give you permission. “well,” he growled, “we can’t have that happening, can we?”

he abruptly halted his thrusts, pulling his fingers out of you with an embarrassing squelch and popping them into his mouth. pearly tears rolled down your cheeks as you grieved the loss of contact and relief.

your viewers looked on in horror, feeling immense sympathy for you; you just looked so dejected from being denied yet another orgasm.

“why didn’t you—why didn’t you let her cum?” bokuto asked.

“why do you think?” iwaizumi snapped. “don’t want you guys to see her when she does. that’s for me, and only me.”

“oh, okay,” he responded, disgruntlement clear in his voice.

iwaizumi’s glare could cut glass, it was so sharp. the possessiveness that had enveloped his mind made him hyperfocus on just one thought: being alone with you. “so, any other questions? if not, we’re done here.”

you pouted at that, not wanting the demonstration to be over. “but haji,” you mumbled into his collarbone. “i di’nt get to cum. and i wanna.” you looked up at him, eyes wide with want. “please make me cum.”

iwaizumi sent a harsh glance to the players that nonverbally communicated his message loud and clear: get out. they shuffled awkwardly out of the locker room due to the hardness between their legs that they would most definitely need to deal with soon.

your boyfriend turned his attention back to you. “’m sorry, i know i had to deny you a bunch of times. i just really hated the idea of anyone but me seeing the cute way you look when you cum.”

you made a small noise of acknowledgement and a little whisper of it’s okay, haji. he looked down, sensing the way your poor, desperate cunt was pulsing around nothing, the erotic sight injecting him with the pure need to ravage you.

he shifted his head to kiss you passionately. “why don’t i make it up to you?” he breathed between your parted lips before picking you up by the backs of your thighs, forcing you to lock your ankles around his waist. 

he delicately situated you onto one of the recovery beds at the back of the room, before murmuring something that made your pussy throb in anticipation: “i’ll make you cum whichever way you want, however many times you want, all right? all you gotta do is lay back and take it.”

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