#seriously. the way he held top down on the bed. the way he set all of that up just to shock him with the audio clip

[williamrikers]

mew in his revenge era... never seen anything so glorious

[bro-atz]

that's what roommates are for

in which: you're extremely frustrated, and your roommates can't help but overhear.

pair: yunho/san/mingi/afab!reader

word count: 2.7k

content: smut, slight themes of voyeurism, foursome/gang bang, slight hand kink, oral, anal, double (+ triple) penetration, fluid bonding-ish, definitely filthy, unprotected sex (PLS USE PROTECTION IRL!), creampies, completely consensual!

rated: R | nsfw — minors do not interact

author's note: tbh i can't remember why i started writing this... but i know i want to blame @skteezcursed for some reason... also thank you @bunny4yungi for helping me with some of the details of this fic!

You didn’t know this, but the guys could hear you. You thought that they were too invested in playing video games that they wouldn’t be able to hear you playing with yourself and your vibrator, but they heard every single noise coming from your room. They specifically paused their video game so they could hear your soft, stifled moans and sighs of pleasure, all three of them getting real fucking hard with every passing second.

You just needed release, honestly. It felt like it had been centuries since you had a nice, good fuck, and you were super pent up. However, a vibrator did nothing for you, and you didn’t have the energy to use a dildo. You struggled trying to get yourself to cum for a solid several minutes before officially throwing in the towel and calling it a day.

The second they heard the vibrator turn off, the men resumed their video game, all three of them trying their hardest to ignore the lewd sounds coming from your room just moments prior and their rock solid cocks. It certainly did not help when you joined them in the living room wearing nothing but shorts and a tank top— it was hot outside and in the apartment, and you weren’t about to sweat to death— and sitting down in front of the couch right next to Yunho’s legs.

You watched as the three of them fixated on their video game, unaware of the tension starting to build in the room. San was sitting in the arm chair and Mingi in the love seat, both of them stealing secret glances at you while Yunho did his best to keep his knee from bobbing up and down nervously as you rested your head against his leg, nor did he dare look down at you knowing that he would get an eyeful of your cleavage.

The second the round of the game ended, all three of them set their controllers aside and looked right at you. You, however, were still absentmindedly staring at the screen.

"Hey, roomie, you okay?" Yunho was the first to speak and somewhat hesitant at that.

He reached down towards your head and smoothed out your hair, making you tilt your head towards his leg. You let out a heavy sigh, your chest moving heftily, nearly getting all three boys to gag.

"Yeah... I'm fine..."

"That doesn't sound fine to me. Spill."

When you turned to look up at Yunho, your breasts pressed against his leg, making his entire body tense up and flush with heat. Then, you looked up at him with big, sad eyes that made him want to grab you and take you right there, but he held himself back because, oh dear Lord, you were his roommate for crying out loud.

"I'm just... Tired," you answered— and that was the truth. You were tired. You were tired of being so goddamn sexually frustrated, but there was no way in hell you were going to admit that to him or any of your other roommates. "Don't worry about it— It's not like you can do anything about it."

"Nuh-uh, don't do that girl thing where we ask you and then you keep deflecting and then get mad at us for not helping," Mingi spoke up, a little frustration in his voice.

"Yeah, plus, I'm sure if you told us, we could help in some way," San added, his voice nearly cracking as he realized the weight of his words.

"No, guys, seriously. I'm not doing that "thing", and I'm honestly just tired!"

"Would, uh, going to bed help?" Mingi asked while clearing his throat.

"You would think it would..." you muttered.

"Y/N, just tell us," Yunho prompted.

You pressed your lips together in a straight line then looked down at the ground. Oh, I'm just really fucking horny and frustrated and can't find a good guy to fuck is all. As if you could ever really admit that to your three male roommates.

"It's nothing," you said again. "I'm just going to go to bed. Good night, guys."

With that, you got up and left the three of them in the living room. You returned to your room, closed the door, and flung yourself onto your bed with a massive sigh. You stared at the ceiling while you tried to figure out what the hell to do about your fucking situation when you heard a light knock on the door.

"Come in," you said to the person on the other side.

Yunho walked in and closed the door gently behind him before joining you on the bed. You were still laying down and couldn't be bothered to sit up, so Yunho joined you and laid down right next to you, his body turned towards yours.

"Hey," he said softly.

"Hi..."

"Look at me," he continued while turning you over so that you were facing him.

His hand caressed your head as the two of you laid across from each other, the repetitive motion easing your anxiety slightly and also turning you on a bit.

"Tell me what's wrong."

"I can't say, Yunho..."

"Then... Can I say something?"

You blinked and nodded. Yunho pressed his lips together and closed his eyes for a brief second before trailing his hand from your head down your shoulder and to your waist, his fingers rubbing along the curve of your waist as he rested his hand there. You wanted to tear yourself from your roommate's touch, but he was just checking off all the boxes and making you feel just right that you wondered where on Earth he was going to go from there.

"We heard you earlier," he whispered.

He didn't need to clarify for you to understand exactly what he was talking about. Mortified, you covered your burning face with your hands and held back a scream, your entire body ready to burst into flames.

"And," he continued despite you praying in your head that he would not. "We would like to help... In any way..."

"Yunho, shut up," you nearly sobbed into your hands. "I'm literally so embarrassed right now."

"Y/N, I don't think you understand what I'm trying to say," Yunho let out a slightly exhausted sigh as he pulled your hands away from your face. "Whatever it is that's frustrating you, I'm sure we can help."

The second you looked into Yunho's eyes, your insides flipped. His eyes were usually soft and kind, but at that moment, he had the most intense gaze on you that made you feel like you were a piece of meat and he was starving to death.

That's when you did the unthinkable. You moved forward and left the lightest kiss on his lips before immediately moving back and looking at his reaction, your eyes darting back and forth as you observed every single detail on his face. Next thing you knew, Yunho's hand slipped to your ass, and he brought you forward, his lips meeting yours gently at first. It wasn't until you ran your fingers through the hair on the back of his head did Yunho get a lot more aggressive. He sucked hard on your lower lip before slipping his tongue into your mouth.

"Tell me," he breathed out, his hot breath hitting your neck. "What do you want?"

"I... I want to be fucked senseless," you responded in between kisses. "Until I can't cum anymore."

In response, Yunho pulled your leg over and around his legs, allowing him to press his crotch against yours, the large bulge sending shivers down your spine. You didn't expect him to be so packed, and he was still wearing his clothes, so it made you nervous to see exactly what he was working with.

"So, then," Yunho pulled back slightly, allowing you to breathe and regain the tiniest bit of sanity— he was an amazing kisser. "Will you let us help you?"

"God, yes, please," you agreed before the words could completely sink in. Gulping nervously, you asked, "What do you mean by us?"

You thought Yunho closed the door completely when he entered your room, but he didn't. Through the slight crack in the door, your other two roommates watched, their hard ons only getting harder and more painful. They wanted so badly to jump in and lend a hand, and they finally got that chance when Yunho turned to the door and said, "Don't just stand there and watch. Come help."

You sat up immediately and watched San and Mingi tentatively enter the room, their faces flushed, their eyes dark. They joined the two of you on the bed, all three men trapping you in the middle of them. Yunho was directly in front of you. He held your chin and tilted your head upwards.

"Suck my fingers, won't you?"

The filthy words leaving his mouth with the sweetest voice had your insides completely trembling. You took his hand in yours and slowly ran your tongue along his index finger before taking it into your mouth. Yunho's breath hitched as you looked up at him and sucked his finger so sensually. He was about to lose his fucking mind when you took another finger into your mouth, a slight whine leaving your lungs as your panties pooled with arousal and your hips moved back and forth impatiently.

San was the first to act. From behind, he reached in between your legs and started rubbing his fingers into your clothed crotch, your hips moving in sync with his fingers. But that wasn't enough. You needed more— way more.

Your hands hooked into the waistband of Yunho's pants and tugged down, his cock catching on the waistband before springing upwards. He was long and pretty, and you tried to calculate how big he actually was, but he barely gave you the chance to do so. He took his fingers out of your mouth and immediately replaced it with his cock. The tip hit the back of your throat almost immediately, making you gag. He placed his hand on the back of your head and guided you slowly until you bottomed out on his full length.

As you sucked Yunho's cock, San pushed you forward so that you were forced onto your hands and knees. He pulled your shorts down and immediately smacked your bare ass as if it was some sort of reflex, making you yelp and moan. His fingers rubbed along your wet folds a couple times before he sunk two of his fingers into your cunt, your toes curling as you felt him finger you roughly.

While San worked on you from behind, Mingi decided to work on your tank top. He scrunched up fabric in the middle and pulled downwards to release your breasts, the man inhaling sharply when he saw them jiggle slightly. He cupped your breast and massaged firmly before he rubbed and tugged on your nipples, your back arching as a result.

At that point, Mingi couldn't take it anymore. He pulled his own massive cock out and somehow moved your face towards his cock. When you took him into your mouth, you realized he was just as long as Yunho, but the corners of your mouth stung slightly because he was definitely girthier. A long, rumbling moan left Mingi's throat when you hollowed out your cheeks and began sucking obnoxiously loud. You were stroking Yunho's cock as you sucked on Mingi's, and San, who wanted some fun of his own, also pulled out his cock, willing you to stroke him too.

You took turns sucking all three men off, your saliva dripping off their dicks as your mouth watered more and more the longer you sucked. But, again, you needed more. You needed them inside you. You needed them to violate you.

Moments later, you were on your hands and knees on your bed once again. Yunho was lying on the bed underneath you, Mingi was kneeling behind you, and San was in front of you. They wasted no time in getting to work. Yunho slipped the tip of his cock into your cunt before holding your waist and sitting you down all the way.

"Oh, fuck! Yunho, you're too big," you nearly sobbed when you felt him hit your cervix when he bottomed out.

"Oh, then you're definitely going to lose it now," Mingi couldn't help but smirk when the tip of his cock prodded into your ass.

You cried loudly when Mingi forced his cock into you inch by inch, your tight hole spreading wide to fit his girth. Your cry was cut short when San stuffed his own cock into your mouth, the man shushing you as he did so.

"Yes, just like that," San groaned. "Fuck, you feel so good..."

You were so occupied by San's cock that you didn't realize Yunho was guiding your waist up and down. You only realized that you were bouncing when you felt Mingi's go deeper inside you. Tingles shot through your body as you felt their cocks rubbing and reaching all the right spots, and when Mingi smacked your ass before grabbing so tightly that his fingernails dug slightly into your skin, you felt tension build up in your stomach at an exponential rate.

Suddenly, San's breathing hitched. He grabbed the back of your head and pulled his cock, but before he could cum, you managed to take him back into your mouth. His cock twitched and throbbed as his cum spurt into your mouth, his eyes rolling to the back of his head and his jaw unhinging slightly as he came. After blinking the stars from his eyes, he looked at you and bit his lower lip while petting your hair, his cock still rock solid in your mouth.

You were quickly brought back to the situation when Yunho bucked his hips upwards, his cock practically ramming into your cervix as he came. Your legs trembled, and you let out a choked sob as you felt the tension snap within you. White filled your vision and pleasure swept through your body as you came hard. Yunho raised your waist off his hips entirely, and you squirted all over him and the bed when his cock left you, his own cum mixed with your arousal. Both his and your cum then rolled down your legs slowly, Yunho salivating at the sight and getting turned on all over again.

Mingi's cock was still deep in your ass, and he spread your asscheeks wide before pulling out, the sight of your gaping hole driving him insane. He just had to re-enter you because he was so close to bursting, and he desperately wanted to fill you up with his cum. He rammed his hips against your ass over and over again with so much force that you practically collapsed on Yunho's chest, and he was being so forceful that you were crying with pleasure so loudly that it echoed in the room. To make matters even crazier, Yunho sat up slightly so he could reach in between your legs and finger you quickly while San wrapped his hand around your neck and pressed into the sides lightly, choking you and making you feel absolutely wrecked.

Yunho's fingers curled inside you just right to the point where you came yet again, and this time you came so hard that you clenched tightly around Mingi's cock, the intense pressure making him cum with you. You gasped for air and moaned loudly when San let go of your neck to rest his hand on your cheek as if to praise you. He tugged on your lower lip with his thumb, making you instinctually take his thumb into your mouth and sucking on it.

Mingi pulled out and spread your ass once more to look at his work. He watched as your hole clenched around air several times before the cum he shot deep into you started coming to the surface and trickling out and rolling down your ass and leg.

"Shit, this is so fucking hot," Mingi uttered to himself as he couldn't tear his eyes away from you. "You're so fucking hot."

"Y/N is so fucking hot," San added as he tapped his cock against your cheek. "Very fucking hot... We should do this more often."

"What if..." you breathed out— you were still catching your breath. "What if I'm not done with you yet?"

"Hmm? You still don't feel good?" Yunho teased as he moved your hair from your face, willing you to look at him. "Do you want more?"

"Yes, please."

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[railingsofsorrow]

you are in love (taylor's version)

[spencer reid x reader]

SONG INSPIRATION » YOU ARE IN LOVE (TAYLOR'S VERSION) by taylor swift

summary: moments in which you realise you love him, but he has no idea.

pairing: s.reid x gn!reader

w.c: 2.4K

warnings/content: friends to lovers trope; angst because spencer is an oblivious idiot; case related discussion; fluff I promise; a whole paragraph in italics means it's a flashback.

A/N: sorry for the delay to post this I've been busy. hope you like it, have a great day <3

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❝ morning, his place 

burnt toast, sunday

you keep his shirt 

he keeps his word. ❞

“I thought we agreed that you were not allowed in the kitchen.”

Your voice startles Spencer for a second. He flinches while trying to pull the slight burned toast out of the toaster. Your mouth is pulled into a grin as you notice his messy curls on the top of his head, his hands working fast on turning the tap on to diminish the burning sensation on his fingers.

“I am not that terrible.” Spencer hisses, pouting at his red fingertips. “I can make breakfast... I think.”

“Without setting yourself on fire? I seriously doubt that.” You tease him, approaching his hunched frame over the sink. With a soft touch on his shoulder, you take his hand on yours and lead it towards the water. You nudge him playfully. “Thank you for this, it smells great.”

Spencer lets out a huff in protest but the corner of his lips betray him. His heartbeat as fast as a racing car as if he had been running away from someone, all because of your touch on him.

Last night was a rough one for you.

You didn't feel particularly great after a case and you completely shut down anyone who tried to talk to you. That included Spencer, but you weren't able to delay your conversation as he invited you over for a movie night, a request you could tell he needed as much as you did, and you ended up sleeping over at his place as many other times before. However, this time, it was different.

Not because you slept in one of his shirts and his smell lingered near you on the bed during the night but because you sobbed into his chest and he held you into his arms, comforting your shaky frame as his hands traveled across your back and neck with the utmost care in the world.

Although physical touch wasn't his forte, Spencer didn't seem bothered to cling to you the whole night, and his touch was more than welcomed by you. You fell asleep in his bed, in his shirt and in his hold. It was the best night sleep you've had in months.

❝ and for once, you let go

of your fears and your ghosts

one step, not much

but it said enough ❞

“You think it could work out?” You asked him one day in the middle of your chess match on your way back home. Everybody else was dozing off while the two of you remained in your own little bubble. Tired but not enough to refuse a chess game.

Spencer moved one of his pawns forward, eyes traveling up to you questioningly. “What could work out?”

“You know,” you trailed off, biting your lower lip distractedly as you thought about your next move. You were going to lose anyway, might as well make the best of it to not be a total fool in front of Spencer. He'd get pretty smug after he won and though you can admit that you found it endearing, you hated losing. “Two members on the team in a committed relationship.”

“The fraternization policy—”

“Spence, c'mon.” You give him a short laugh. “Forget the stupid fraternization policy. I want to know if you think it could work out.”

He was silent for a moment, pondering over your request and you could tell he was probably gathering as many statistics as he could to provide you an answer. Truthfully, you don't know why you had asked that. Your previous conversation had initiated because you commented that you still had not found a dress to Derek and Savannah's wedding, you had no idea why it ended up on that question. You blamed exhaustion for your poorly choice of topic.

“It depends on who you're talking about.”

You shrugged, crossing your leg over the other. “No one in particular. I was just... thinking.”

“If they manage to be professional while at work then I don't see how it would be a problem.” Spencer concludes, the corners of his lips twitching as he notices your slip. He wins the match not long after. Not that you were surprised.

“Would you do it?” You were responsible for the disturbance of silence once again, but the question has been hanging over your head since your previous conversation. What if it was... us? Would it work out? Has it ever gone through your mind like it has with mine? “Actually, don't answer that. It's none of my business, I'm just sleepy and asking dumb questions.”

“Yes.” He answered after a beat, lifting his attention from the book to you. His gaze piercing into your curious one. “If it was worth it.”

❝ you can hear it in the silence ❞

“You don't have to apologize for rambling.” You said, throwing a pillow at him after he suddenly cut himself off, blushed bright red and apologized. “I like to hear you talk. All the time.”

“All the time?” Spencer raised a questioning brow as if he didn't trust your words. You can see why, given that most of the people you know rudely interrupt him in the middle of his speech about something he's passionate about.

You nodded, your mouth slowly stretching into a soft smile. “Yes. All the time. I mean it.”

His honey brown eyes scanned you for a long minute before he resumes his explanation about why Jung's ideas seemed to make more sense than Freud's. You listened to it, chipping in every now and then with a hum or a simple question. You'd do anything to keep him speaking, Spencer's voice was calming as observing the ocean on an empty beach. It's quiet and grounding. Peaceful.

❝ one night he wakes

strange look on his face

pauses, then says

you're my best friend

and you knew what it was

he is in love ❞

At some point, you drift off with your head leaning on his shoulder. His fingers carefully brushing stray strands away from your lashes. He was always so careful with you.

“You're my best friend.” You are able to hear. You don't move. You don't breathe. The following statement makes you glad you don't, because you wouldn't act with your head but with your heart and you didn't know if that was wise at that moment. “What if I love you a little more than that?”

❝ you can hear it in the silence ❞

There is a coffee cup waiting for you on your usual place at the roundtable one morning. The logo from your favorite coffee shop and you could practically taste the drink before it was even in your mouth.

He always knew your favorite order. And it seemed like he'd rather get you coffee from a place on the other side of town before work than actually exchange words with you.

A week after you slept over at Spencer's place, it all changed too quickly. He stopped answering your texts and proceeded to avoid you as much as he could during cases. You really tried to find the reason of why that could be happening. Did you do something? Did you overwhelm him in some way? But again, how was it fair to be treated so cold by your best friend if you didn't even know what you did?

So you don't apologize. You just treat him the same way. But you don't hold onto that coldness for long, because after the evening came around and you earned a busted lip and a concussion from an Unsub, Spencer finally seems to acknowledge your presence. He doesn't leave your side for the whole time the paramedic is examining you.

“Thanks for the coffee,” you say, clenching your jaw after the paramedic finished their job. “Seems like you care for my wellbeing even if you're avoiding me.”

“Don't walk too fast. You still have a concussion.” He follows you as you walk towards the car. You turn around, too quicky for you liking cause your vision spins for a second until it focuses again. Spencer's about to say something, reprehend you, more likely, when you interrupt him with fury in your tone.

“And why do you care?” You fire at him. “It's not like you've been ignoring my entire presence for a week, is it?”

Spencer's widened eyes tell you he doesn't expect you to lash out like that.

“I- I haven't been ignoring you.” Spencer stumbles with words. Excuses. You let out a scoff, turn around and walk off to the second car Hotch would be driving. Rossi and Emily are talking amongst themselves when you enter the backseat and shut it without a second word.

Emily eyes both your figure inside the car and Spencer helplessly weighing his options of going after you or letting you go.

He decides on the latter, she observes as he retreates back to the other car where JJ, Derek and Blake are already getting ready to leave.

Upon arriving back at Quantico, the first thing you did was say your goodbyes to everyone and immediately head to grab your stuff on your desk, observing the remaining twenty manila folders for a split of second until you harshly decided on going home and finish them tomorrow.

“I am not avoiding you- Not, not on purpose.” Spencer clenches the strap of his satchel, watching you freeze as you are about to open your car door. You hadn't give it much thought when he left at the same time you did since you always parked close and he would probably ignore you again. You're tired of playing games, if he wanted to withdraw from your life without a reasonable explanation, then so be it. Well, at least for tonight. You need at least one good night sleep without Spencer Reid controlling your mind. “I'm sorry.”

You turn around quickly, not realising how close he is until both of you took a step back as if you have been burned. With pink cheeks from either the cold or embarassement, you cross your arms trying to get a grip on yourself, focusing on his shoulder rather than his eyes.

“Why are you apologising?”

Silence envelopes the two of you and you actually think he had walked away and you had been left by yourself in the parking lot without an answer. However, when you lift your gaze, you're met with soft brown eyes studying you with awe.

He doesn't look away when he realise you caught him staring. Spencer is tired of avoiding you. Avoiding this.

“I was a coward.” Spencer let out a shaky breath. “I was scared and-and that made me a coward. I never wanted to cause a rift in our friendship-”

“It's too late for that, Reid.”

Spencer flinches as if he's been slapped. You hold back your wince. You don't mean to be cruel with your words but your lack of sleep and stress from the last case were making you feel sick of interacting with another human being. Even Spencer, who you would never get tired of. Maybe his childish behavior had contributed to that.

Don't call me that. You never call me that.

He takes one step closer and then one more towards you.

“I have feelings for you.” Spencer breathes out as if he's been holding it for a while — well, he had. “I didn't know how to— I didn't want to lose you and I was terrified to do something that—” his stuttering is enough for you to see how nervous he was. You have no idea where it all came from, but there wasn't an ounce of hesitation as he confessed and his eyes glint with a newfound determination. You suck in a deep breath as he says the next words. “I love you as more... as more than a best friend.”

“You're my best friend.”

“What if I love you a little more than that?”

“... so I avoided you because I didn't want to ruin us. I... I'd rather be your friend than lose you for good. Did I ruin that too?”

What if it was... us? Would it work out?

“For an IQ of 187 you sure can be dumb sometimes.” You utter in disbelief, all of the cold of the night giving place to the warmth of a familiar feeling bumping through your chest.

Spencer gives you a puzzled look, hurt flashing through his gaze. “What?”

“Spencer,” you let out in a whisper, seeking for his hand slowly. “do you remember when I asked you if two people in the team could work out in a committed relationship?”

A frown etches into his forehead.

“Yes,” he answers carefully.

You bite back a smile, fingers raising from his arms to his shoulders until you can reach the back of his neck. Spencer is focused on your eyes, completely hypnotized.

“You told me it could work out—

“... If it was worth it.”

“... if it was worth it.” Your lips quirk up as his hands lower to fit perfectly around your waist. Your noses barely touching. Personal space becoming a an unknown language between the two of you. “Well, I happen to think this is very much worth it and it wouldn't ruin anything.”

His eyes lower to your lips for a short moment. “It wouldn't?”

“No. Mostly because I haven't exactly been discreet about it and I have no idea how you didn't realise but... I love you too, Spencer.”

His eyes snap to yours, hands tightening instinctively around your waist which made you slightly weak in your knees. “You— what? How?”

Raising a brow in amusement, you smirk, “you're asking me how I love you?”

“I—no. I don't— I just didn't... expect that.” I can see that. “You feel the same? You have feelings for me?”

Your exhale, caressing his cheek fondly. “Yes, Spencer.”

Spencer. Not Reid.

Spencer.

His gaze once again falls to your parted lips. “Then I was an idiot.”

You chuckle, nodding in agreement. “Pretty much. Yeah.”

A large grin spreads across his mouth, so wide you'd think it might split his pretty face in two. God, you missed that. You missed him. Everything about him.

❝ you are in love. . .

“Can I kiss you?”

You scoff, pulling him closer by the tie, “Finally, I thought you'd never make a move.” Then your lips crash as if you are two people starved for weeks and the only thing keeping you alive is each other.

true love. ❞

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The Younger Kind Part 7 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley goes on his second date with Amanda. She's beautiful, sweet, and so into him. But you're on his mind like always and he needs to do something to finally get you out of his head and out of his system. He has an all too willing participant.

Warnings: Smut, angst, swearing, fluff, and age gap (18+)

Length: 4600 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

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On Saturday evening, Bradley was getting ready for his second date with Amanda. He had been steadily beating himself up since you left on Friday morning. He could tell you were upset with him. Honestly, he was upset with himself. Kissing you while he was drunk had been bad. Seriously some college fuckboy shit. Probably worse than the guys your own age, because he should know better. Because he was so much older than you. 

And then he had kept you here all night, basically hijacking you when he should have sent you home. Instead, he had taken you to his bed. 

But now, the joke was on him, because his entire fucking room smelled like you. When he had tried to fall asleep on Friday night, his pillow smelled like a field of wildflowers. And then all he could picture were your glossy lips, pouting with a bright red Skittle perched between them. 

His dick was rock hard after that, and it had been almost painful how badly he needed to masturbate to the thought of you at midnight, his face buried in his pillow.

But that was yesterday. Now he was fresh out of the shower, where he had masturbated again, this time thinking about you in those cutoff denim shorts you had. At least now he was considerably less wound up as he let Noah play on his bed while he picked out something to wear to this film festival with Amanda. 

Amanda. Yes. Now she seemed like a safe bet. She checked off all of his boxes, and she was definitely giving off the vibe that she was into him. She had even been the one to initiate plans for the second date. 

"Should daddy wear this on his date tonight?" he asked Noah who was playing with some stuffed animals. He held up jeans and another Hawaiian print shirt. 

"For the babysitter?" he asked, perking up. 

Bradley swallowed hard. He wished. "No, bub. You get to hang out with your babysitter. I'm going to watch some movies with another woman."

Noah turned back to his stuffed panda and said, "Stay home and play with us. And eat ants on logs."

Bradley dropped the clothing onto his bed and ran his hands over his face. He stood there in his underwear for a minute, taking deep breaths. 

"Noah, I'm going out with this lady so that hopefully you can meet her one day, okay?"

He listened to his son mispronounce your name. "I thought she was your favorite."

Bradley groaned, yanking on his jeans. "She is, bub. That's the problem."

He heard you let yourself in and call out his name.

"Bradley? Noah? I'm here."

Noah slid off the bed and ran out of the room as soon as he heard your voice. Bradley also felt like running into the living room to give you a hug. Instead he finished getting dressed and ran his fingers through his hair to make it look better. But when he made his way to the living room and spotted you holding Noah, wearing those cutoff shorts and a tank top, Bradley thought maybe he should have jerked off again. 

"Hi," you whispered to him, trying to keep your expression neutral. Bradley wasn't sure if you were still upset with him because he had kissed you, but he did promise not to let it happen again. He would also wake you up if you ever dozed off on the couch again. 

"Princess." The name was out of his mouth before he could take it back, and he watched your expression change. Now you looked pleased with yourself as you set Noah down. 

"You look nice," you told him. "For your second date."

He laughed. "Yeah, I guess I have you to thank for that, since you fixed my app for me."

Bradley watched your face fall a little bit. "That must be it," you agreed. "Where are you going?" you asked as you pulled some coloring books out of your bag and held them out for Noah. 

"A film festival. In Balboa Park," Bradley replied. He watched Noah select the dog themed book and plop down right on the living room floor with it. 

You ruffled Noah's hair and handed him a box of crayons, and Bradley was once again aching for you.

"A film festival? Sounds right up your alley," you told him. You chewed on your lip for a beat before you added, "Maybe you should take your pajama pants and some popcorn."

Bradley could picture cuddling with you and feeding you popcorn in this room so easily, he needed to close his eyes and take a deep breath. 

"Nah, I'd miss my own couch too much," he promised you. 

"Ah, I see. Maybe for your third date then? You might need your couch?"

No.

He thought it so quickly. Almost said it out loud. Because he honestly could not picture bringing Amanda here after a third date.

Instead he said, "We'll see."

You nodded before you sat on the floor next to Noah. "Well, have fun."

Bradley cleared his throat. "If the two of you need your crowns, Noah's is on his dresser. And yours is on my bedpost."

Your eyes popped up to meet his, and your lips parted. He had hung it there again after you moved it before you left for your class yesterday. It was where it belonged.

"Thanks," you whispered. 

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As soon as Bradley left, you could feel your body sagging. You watched Noah color while you took a minute to catch your breath. A second date wasn't the most serious thing in the world, but you needed to get over him now. Before it got any worse. Because even if not with Amanda, there would eventually be a third date, and a fourth, and a sleepover, and a relationship. 

You felt sick now. 

"Can you color that dog green?" Noah asked, looking at you with his sweet face and handing you a crayon. "What's wrong?" he asked, climbing into your lap and mispronouncing your name.

"Nothing is wrong, Noah. I get to color with you and make you dinner."

He settled back onto the floor and said, "I wanted daddy to stay here tonight."

You sighed. "That would have been nice." You wondered what this woman looked like. She must have been pretty. Most of the women you saw messaging had pretty profile photos. They all looked like real adults, too. Women who had established careers, and maybe kids of their own. The kind of woman Bradley was looking for. 

"Are you hungry?" you asked Noah. "Want me to make you some spaghetti?"

You tried your best not to let your thoughts stray to Bradley, but when you opened the refrigerator to get some milk out for Noah, you saw that Bradley had purchased two more bottles of the French vanilla coffee creamer. You knew he must have preferred hazelnut, but he seemed to have switched to your favorite flavor. 

You slammed the door shut hard enough that Noah jumped in his seat. "Sorry," you whispered, kissing the top of his head and pouring him some milk. "Okay, time for spaghetti."

Apparently Bradley liked you well enough to keep you coming back to babysit, but not enough that he would kiss you again when he wasn't drunk and rambling about how pretty he thought you were. 

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Amanda was snuggled up against Bradley on the picnic blanket she had brought. He was already sitting awkwardly as it was, and now his back was starting to hurt as she was pressing her body along his arm. He could feel her breasts rubbing against his bicep, and he wasn't sure what he should do about it. 

"Mind if I lay back?" he asked, feeling like this date was not going as well as dinner had two nights ago.

"Sounds good," Amanda practically purred, planting her palm against his chest and pushing Bradley back. When he propped his arm behind his head, he was still able to see the gigantic screen that had been set up in the park, but soon Amanda was laying on his chest, blocking the view.

"Oh, okay," he whispered, and she smiled, resting her chin on his chest.

"I mean, we weren't really watching it anyway, right?" Amanda asked, and a really adorable smile lit up her face as she licked her lips. She was pretty. And now she was scooting up along his body, her dress pulling a bit, exposing more of the tops of her breasts. 

Bradley swallowed hard, and then her lips were on his. She pushed her fingers into his hair, but it kind of tickled more than anything, and Bradley was barely returning the kiss. It wasn't bad, but he also had no problem keeping both hands tucked underneath his head. 

Amanda moaned softly, and he supposed it would have been enough to get him going, but now he was thinking about how his bed still smelled like you. When he tried to go to sleep later, he was probably going to get hard again. Harder than Amanda would be able to get him with her mouth on him. 

Bradley pulled back a tiny bit, and thankfully his phone vibrated in his pocket. "Gotta check that, sorry," he muttered, unlocking his phone to see that you had sent him an image. He opened it with a pounding heart and clumsy fingers, revealing a photo of Noah in his crown, writing DADDY on a sheet of yellow construction paper. 

Bradley just wanted to be at home. 

"Everything okay?" Amanda asked, sounding a little impatient.  

"Uh, yeah. One second," he mumbled, sending you a text back.

Are you wearing your crown too?

Almost instantly you wrote back to him, and Bradley was excited to see another photo of you in your crown. But he didn't get one.

Babysitter: No. I'm not feeling like much of a princess tonight. Enjoy your date.

Bradley sat up again, not sure why that bothered him so much. 

"What's wrong?" Amanda asked. 

"Nothing," he insisted, and then she was touching him again, her lips gliding along his neck. 

"Good," she whispered, running her hand along his arm and lacing her fingers with his. And then thankfully the credits started rolling, and everyone on the neighboring blankets started to stand up. 

"Movie's over," Bradley said like a straight up dunce, getting to his feet and pulling Amanda up as well. He checked his phone again. It was almost 10:30 and you hadn't said anything else to him. 

"Oh, well, it's early. How about we go get dessert or coffee?" Amanda asked, insisting on keeping her fingers linked with his. "Or.... I could show you my place?"

Bradley just grunted. "I need to get back to my babysitter."

"Right," Amanda replied. "Walk me to my car?"

Bradley nodded, and managed to get her in her car only after she kissed him and rubbed herself against the front of his body. She moaned into his mouth, and Bradley honestly didn't know what the fuck was wrong with him. She was perfect, and she was clearly keen on fucking him. 

He broke away, and when he was about to tell her good night, she said, "Call me and we can set up another date." But he just nodded and started to head for his Bronco. 

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After you gave Noah a bath and got him changed into pajamas, you and he shared a snack. 

"Can you teach my dad how to make the ants on the logs?" he asked as you carried him to his bed.

You chuckled. "I can try, Noah, but I don't know if he could even handle doing that much in the kitchen."

Noah sighed and snuggled in with his stuffed animals. "The food is better with you here," he said with a yawn, and you rubbed his back until he was sleeping. 

Then you went about your routine of picking up toys, cleaning the kitchen, and getting some food prepared for the boys. Because even if it broke your heart to know that Bradley didn't want you, there was just no way you could leave him and Noah hanging. You started by making more carrot sticks for them, and then you moved on to a few dinners before curling up on the couch with your textbooks and some Skittles. 

Bradley's date must have been going well. It was pretty late, and you were trying not to think about it. You had clinicals coming up, and you needed to study. You made it about thirty minutes into your reading by the time you thought you heard Bradley pulling into the driveway. And when he rushed inside you looked up at him, just as you popped an orange Skittle into your mouth. 

"Princess," he muttered, smiling softly at you. 

"Bradley."

"Why aren't you wearing your crown?" he asked, closing the door behind him, but never taking his eyes off you.

You laughed, popping two yellow Skittles between your lips as you closed up your book and put it in your bag. "Why aren't you still on your date?"

"I asked you first," he insisted, and you rolled your eyes. 

"I just felt more like a peasant than a princess. That's all. Now, why are you home already?"

Bradley's brow was scrunched as he sat down right in the middle of the couch, his leg rubbing yours as you immediately stood. He looked up at you, saying, "I'm not really sure." He eyed you up and down where you stood in front of him, like you were on display for his eyes only. "And you're no peasant."

His gaze was making you feel warm as you ate the last Skittle and dropped the wrapper into your bag. "I guess you're the peasant. No Skittles for you tonight," you told him. But he just responded by licking his lips. 

"I don't deserve any," he told you, and you watched his huge hands as they slowly rubbed up and down his thighs. You thought about climbing in his lap, kissing him and letting him get a taste of the candy after all. 

Instead you told him, "You'll let me know when you're going on your third date, and I'll come over to stay with Noah." And then you hoisted your bag up higher on your shoulder. 

"I don't think there's going to be a third date," he told you, his voice so deep now, it reminded you of when you heard him in the kitchen early yesterday morning. 

"Oh." You weren't sure what to think about that. You'd psyched yourself up all night long, gotten used to the fact that this Amanda woman was going to be getting to sleep in his bed with him, unlike you. And now, maybe that wasn't actually the case. "What's the problem? She tell you she hates salad dressing?"

He shook his head. "Worse. She was pretty and nice and funny, but I didn't want to touch her."

"That's a shame," you whispered, remembering exactly how his hands and his kisses felt. "Well. You know how to reach me." Bradley was staring at your lips as you turned to leave, and you pulled the door closed behind you without another glance at him. 

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Bradley was about to beg you to stay. You were the same, still funny, witty and sharp as a tack, but he could tell you were irritated with him. He wanted to get you back to joking around in the kitchen with him. He wanted to kiss you again, push you up against his furniture. While he was sober, so you knew he meant it. 

But you were turning to leave, and he wasn't sure when you'd be back, because he didn't have any more dates planned. And he couldn't make himself want Amanda, no matter how hard he tried. 

Just as he was about to suggest you stay and have a beer with him, you were turning to leave without gracing him with another glimpse of your pretty face.

"Fuck," he groaned as the door closed behind you. "You fucking idiot," he growled, picturing those Skittles brushing against your lips before you crunched on them. He rubbed his hand along his dick through his jeans. He was hard and getting harder now, and that's when he caught sight of your hoodie on the couch next to him.

Bradley grabbed it and buried his face in it, inhaling the wildflower smell and stroking himself again. "Princess," he grunted, running his nose along the fabric. "Oh, fuck."

He unbuttoned his jeans and eased the zipper down, knowing there was only one way he was going to get a little bit of relief, short of enjoying your body right now. With one more deep inhale, Bradley let his hand glide down his abs, ready to pull his jeans down. He groaned your name this time. And then the front door opened again.

"I forgot my hoodie- Oh!" you gasped, eyes wide as you took in the sight before you. Bradley had his hand close to his cock, and your shirt was balled up in his fist, near his nose.

He was hoping you'd just turn around and leave again, pretend you didn't see any of this. He was completely mortified as he dropped your hoodie to try to cover his open zipper and his underwear from your view. At least he hadn't pulled himself out yet.

But instead of leaving, you pushed the door closed, with you firmly inside his house. You took a delicate step toward him, nibbling on your lip with your eyes trained on his. 

"Were you saying my name?" you asked softly, taking another step in his direction. He was so mesmerized by your body, with your bare legs on display, he started nodding before he could stop himself. 

"Yeah, Princess," he groaned, and he knew his cheeks must be bright red.

He watched you reach up and touch your neck. "Shouldn't you be moaning Amanda's name?" you whispered, and Bradley was treated to the sight of you pressing your fingertips to your lips. 

He just shook his head, and now you were standing right in front of him, so close he could touch you. You knew now. He was certain you knew exactly what you were doing to him. There was no turning back. 

"No, Princess. Amanda doesn't make me hard like you do."

"You were thinking about me?"

Bradley nodded. "That's the problem. I can't stop thinking about you." He couldn't believe he said that. He was going to die of mortification. 

But you whimpered, and Bradley was bucking up against nothing as your eyes dropped to his barely concealed erection. 

You bent at the waist, resting both of your palms on his knees, and Bradley was treated to a nice view down your shirt. You licked your lips, and he was about to lean forward and kiss you as you said, "I can help you with that. If you want."

Then you slowly pulled your hoodie off of his lap and glanced down. Bradley's cock was hard and huge, aching as you were touching him now. Before he could answer, he watched you sink down to your knees and settle in between his splayed legs. You were rubbing his thighs through his jeans, and his heart was pounding so hard, he thought he might pass out. 

Your voice was so soft and sweet. "Do you want me to?"

The only thing Bradley wanted was for you to take care of this for him. For him to be able to feel your hands on his body. He groaned as you ran your fingers up and over his cock, squeezing him through his jeans. 

"Oh, yeah, Princess. Please."

And then you were guiding his jeans and underwear down until he was springing to attention, finally free from the tight fabric. 

Your glossy lips were parted, and your eyes were wide as you reached for him, wrapping one hand gently around his length. You stroked him once, and Bradley almost shot up off the couch, it felt so good. 

Then you kissed his tip, swiping his precum away with your tongue, and Bradley was leaning forward and tipping your chin up to meet his eyes. 

"Princess," he groaned, running his thumb along your lips. "You done this before?" He wanted you so badly, but he couldn't stand the thought of this being your first foray into oral sex. He was simply too far gone for something so delicate. 

You parted your lips and licked his thumb with a smirk. "Yeah. Once or twice, Bradley." Your tone was sarcastic, and he throbbed in your hand. "I am in college, you know. I'll take excellent care of you, I promise," you whispered, kissing his tip again while you kept eye contact with him.

"Yeah," he grunted. "That's what I'm afraid of." He stroked your cheek, watching your every move intently. When your perfect lips parted and wrapped around his cock, Bradley ran both of his hands through his hair before fisting them at his sides. You were barely sucking on him, just the tip, but it felt so fucking good he was already panting. 

When your tongue popped out to swirl around him, he tipped his head back and groaned. "Princess," he hissed, his cock leaping in your hand as you let your thumb trail down his full length to his balls. "Goddamn it."

He watched you smirk and open your mouth wider, taking as much of him as you could. You bobbed on his length, pushing him deep enough that you were starting to gag. And that was it; Bradley's hands flew to your face, stroking your cheeks softly with his fingers before pushing back along your hair.

You watched his face as you hollowed out your cheeks and sucked harder. "Oh, fuck," he growled, neck and shoulders straining against the urge to fuck your face until he came. He didn't want to do that, not right now, because this slow agony you were putting him through was fucking fantastic. 

When you slowly dragged your lips back to his tip and popped him out of your mouth, Bradley was treated to the sight of your wide eyes and your tongue peeking out to wet your lips. You looked so fucking innocent. So young. So filthy with your tongue laving along the underside of his cock, keeping him nice and wet. 

Then you moaned softly, and Bradley hissed your name. 

You eyes met his with a soft, hazy look as you ran the tip of your nose down to his balls. "God, you're so big," you whispered, kissing him there. "Are all Daddys this big?" you asked him. 

Bradley pulled gently on your hair, tipping your head back to look at him, keeping you steady with his other hand on your neck. The softest sound escaped your parted lips as he leaned forward a bit. "Call me Daddy again."

Your lip trembled as you nodded with Bradley's hand tight around a fistful of your hair. "Okay. Daddy."

His primal moan filled the living room, as he watched you rub your cheek against the angry, red head of his cock. 

Then your perfect lips were on him again, your tongue treating him to sensations he couldn't ever remember feeling. He tried to keep his hands gentle on your face and hair, but you felt too good. He found himself guiding you a little slower, needing to make this last as long as physically possible.

You took him until you gagged again, and Bradley was seeing stars. "You're so fucking good, Princess," he groaned, but that just seemed to egg you on as you went harder. Bradley watched you take him impossibly deeper, feeling the rub of your throat along his tip. He could feel himself moving against your throat where his hand was now gripping you, and he just gaped at you, mouth hanging wide open as you licked and sucked. 

When you released him again, you used both hands to stroke him as you kissed the tip. "Do you like this, Daddy?"

Bradley's eyes were practically rolling back in his head. "Oh yeah," he grunted, thrusting up into your palm as you tickled and squeezed his balls in one small hand. 

"Do you want to cum in my mouth?" you asked him, eyes glittering as you kitten licked along his cock. He was throbbing in time with your little licks and kisses, and he leaned forward to kiss your forehead. 

"God, baby. So bad," he grunted, pushing you down gently with his palm on the back of your head. He saw you grin and heard you giggle, and he couldn't get enough. When you parted your lips for him, you guided him toward your plush tongue, tapping him against you there. Then you wrapped your mouth around him once more, and Bradley knew he wasn't going to last long. 

The obscene, wet sounds. Your soft moans. The vibrations along his dick. You were bobbing hard and fast now as he chanted Princess.... Princess!

You took him so deep, he could feel your lip and you saliva on his tightening balls as you sucked him hard. He knew his fingers were digging into your scalp, and you were squeezing his hip now. When your gaze met his, Bradley really felt his control slipping. 

"No, no, no," he whispered, wanting this to last forever. It was so good. You were too good at this. And he would be lying to himself if he said your pretty, innocent looking face wasn't making him even harder for you. 

You must have been able to tell he was close when you wrapped one hand around the base of him. You swirled your tongue while you jerked your mouth around him with such finesse, Bradley couldn't believe you were only twenty four. "So fucking good," he groaned. "God damn it!"

And then you took him like a champ, all of his thrusts hit the back of your throat, but you barely flinched, keeping your gaze on his. Your eyes were watering now, and you whimpered as he filled your mouth and throat up with his hot cum. 

It had been so long since he had been with a woman, but he didn't think he'd ever had an orgasm that lasted this long. He was still groaning, fingers gentle at the back of your head as you swallowed him down. Then you came back for more, slowly gliding your mouth back down his length before popping him out again. 

He whispered, "Princess. Fuck," as he watched you lick up the additional beads of cum that you coaxed out of him. And then Bradley was spent, sitting back against the couch in a daze. He stroked his fingers along your cheek and chin, caressing you as you continued to lovingly kiss and lick his cock as he started to grow soft in your hands. 

"You okay, Daddy?" you asked him, wiping up some of his cum from the corner of your lips.

"Princess," he whispered as you nuzzled against his hand. "You learned a lot in college, huh?"

You just giggled, and reached your finger out to his lips. Bradley opened his mouth for you, and licked up his own cum, loving the look in your half lidded eyes. He watched you lick your finger after he was done with it, and then you stood up. He thought about asking you to stay with him, but instead he just sat there with his cock hanging out and watched you pull on your hoodie. 

"Let me know when you need me again," you told him with a smirk before leaning down and kissing his forehead. Then you left again without another word. 

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Bradley got his dick wet with the babysitter. Bye, Amanda. Enjoy your babysitter fic @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 8

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[b0r3dtod3ath]

requests for happy logan fics you say? 👀

i shall request happy logan, um i dont really have a good idea of anything tho

if u need a more solid idea maybe a younger grid kid reader x logan and um here are some possible prompts

"I don't procrastinate really, it's just that when I do, I prefer to do it last minute, that's all."

"I'm always right because who else will be?"

"I have a confession to make, and it's not going to be easy to hear. You just can't get mad okay?" (cue the confession being of the stupidest thing imaginable)

sorry theyre bad, my brain is literally refusing to function right now. have a nice day!

an: thank you for the request! i went with the third prompt. i hope you don't mind changing it so reader is a driver (it just suited the story better in my head). it's quite short as i haven't been writing for a while.

The rookie trio of 2023 was inseparable. Oscar, you and Logan knew each other since you were kids and joining Formula 1 at the same time made the bond between the three of you even deeper. But what many people didn’t know, you and Logan have been dating since the end of the season. One of the people that didn't know was Oscar.

At first the rush of adrenaline that accompanied hidden glances and stolen moments was exciting but for the long run it became exhausting. You couldn’t shake off the feeling that you were constantly lying to one of your closest friends.

As the clock struck midnight you heard a soft knock on your hotel room door. A shared tradition between you and Logan. Within seconds you opened the door just wide enough to let him slip inside. “I missed you today,” he whispered, his voice barely audible, as if scared to be heard by others in this silent hotel. His hands slid down your back, pulling you closer.

“I missed you too. But we can’t keep sneaking around like this forever, you know.” you ruffled his hair as he looked at you. “I know, We have talked about it. We are not teenagers anymore, but I’m scared of how Oscar will react”. Logan laid on your bed and set an early morning alarm to leave your room unnoticed. “But it’s starting to feel like we’re living two separate lives. I don’t want us to keep hiding who we are from everyone, especially Oscar. We’re not going to lose him, we just have to trust that he’ll understand. That he’ll see how much we care about each other” you responded.

Logan’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you down beside him. He held you close, his chin resting on top of your head as you laid together in the quiet room. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat under your ear was a comforting reminder that you were in this together. “We’ll talk to him before the summer break starts.” Logan murmured after a long silence, his voice filled with determination. Logan kissed the top of your head, his arms tightening around you. “No matter what happens, I love you,” he said softly, his breath warm against your skin. “I love you too,” you replied, scared of your friend’s reaction.

Later that month, the three of you sat at a nice restaurant as a way to close a race weekend. Oscar had been in a good mood all night, cracking jokes and telling stories. You and Logan shared a few anxious glances as you sat at the table, trying to enjoy the lighthearted atmosphere before everything changed.

As Oscar finished recounting a particularly funny story about his engineer Logan squeezed your hand discreetly, offering silent support. "Oscar," you began, your voice steady but your heart racing. "I have a confession to make, and it's not going to be easy to hear. You just can't get mad, okay?". Oscar raised an eyebrow, the smile fading slightly from his face as he sensed the seriousness in your tone. He looked at Logan’s still face, suspicion slowly creeping in. "What’s going on?" he asked, his voice cautious. Logan brushed your hand with his thumb to ease the nerves a bit. "Logan and I... we've been seeing each other, like romantically. For more than half a year now”.

There was a moment of stunned silence as the words hung in the air. Oscar blinked, slightly taken aback. "What? You and Logan?" He leaned back in his chair, processing the information. "And I didn't know?".

"It’s not that we didn’t want to tell you," Logan cut in, his voice calm yet apologetic. "We just… we didn’t want it to change anything between the three of us. We didn’t want to risk our friendship. It is very stupid of us”.

Oscar stared at the two of you, his expression unreadable. You felt a lump form in your throat, fearing the worst. "You two have been together all this time, and I had no idea”. A few moments passed before a small smile tugged at the corner of Oscar's mouth. "I can’t believe you managed to keep it a secret for that long," he said with a hint of admiration. "You know, I thought something was going on a few times, but I just brushed it off. You two did a good job hiding it or I’m just really stupid to not notice two of my best friends dating".

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding. "So… you’re not mad?". Oscar shook his head, his smile growing. "Oh, no, no. Don’t worry. I’m not mad. I’m happy for you both. I mean, it’s a little weird now knowing you are dating, but as long as you’re happy, that’s what matters”. Relief washed over you as Logan grinned "Thanks, man. We were really worried about how you'd react”. Oscar rolled his eyes, but his face projected warmth "I’m not that scary, am I?". 

August 14, 2024

[hitomisuzuya]

I NEVER WENT TO TUMBLR AO FASTTTT AFTR THAT NOTIFFFF yes i have notifs on for u i love ur writing!! PLS A THREESOME XIAO AND SCARA X READER college au after they’ve been fighting over us throughout the day like the classes n stuff ☝️and then after the day ends we gi back to our dorms and then yea 🔥🔥

Scaramouche x fem!reader x Xiao Threesome. Smut. College AU.

a/n: Aww, really?🥺🥺 thank you so much for your support and kind words😌 I hope you enjoy. I swear I am not playing favorites here, I am not lol. Here is the pitch ❤️ It's been awhile since I have written a threesome, so forgive me if it sounds rusty.

Tagging @xxventiswindblumexx cause they are the local Xiao simp and they are the one I am doting on😌 Kichi, darling, if you are here, don't read this unless you are comfortable<3

Your eyes were darting back and forth between the two boys in front of you. It was your final class of the day.

Scaramouche and Xiao were staring each other down, Scaramouche with his arms crossed.

"Move on to another table, you have sat next to y/n the last two classes. I won't let you sit next to them, this time. It's my turn, so be gone," Scaramouche said, smacking a hand on the table in the lecture hall to emphasize his point.

You sighed.

Scaramouche scoffed.

Xiao looked right back at Scaramouche, not willing to relent.

You stood up. "You know what, both of just sit down. I'll go, I don't need the credit anyways," Gathering your books, you slug the handle of your bag over your shoulder and headed for the door. "Can you tell the Professor that I left early, and that I will email my paper or be by to drop it off later?" You asked another classmate in passing, who nodded.

Seriously, those boys..what were going to do with them? It was starting to stress you out how hard they were fighting for your attention.

But, you didn't mind it either.

Scaramouche went after you first with Xiao right on his heels.

Scaramouche held the door of your dorm open when you tried to close in their faces. You sighed and Scaramouche just knew you were going to sass him. And he couldn't wait.

"Be careful, Scara, I have been known to close the fingers of bratty boys who can't be patient in things. I did that to my brother once when he thought I wasn't opening the window fast enough. He learned his lesson," You said, setting your eyes into a defiant stare.

"You wouldn't..would you?" Xiao peered around Scaramouche, curious.

"Try me. Use it as a lesson not to get in the way of a girl and her naps. You are playing with fire with this one," You countered. You put a hand on the doorknob to emphasize that you were capable of backing up your words.

Shh, you didn't mean it. Scaramouche just needed to be handled a certain way. You raised an eyebrow. "Well, no come back, Scara? And here I thought you could handle me."

Scaramouche's flashed with lust when he glared at you. "Such insolence. It almost sounds like you want to be put in your place.." He loved it when you got uppity.

"Then by all means, lay into me," You purred, looking at both boys.

"Close the door, Xiao. It won't do much to muffle you screaming and moaning while we fuck you senseless," Scaramouche growled, grabbing you by the elbow and flinging you onto your bed. "I'll even be kind and let Xiao fuck you first just to prove I can make you scream louder for me."

Hasty hands started to remove clothing, Scaramouche slightly tearing at yours while Xiao was a little more gentle despite the same strong lust that gripped Scaramouche.

Scaramouche's lips were against yours, biting your lips, his tongue demanding to curl around yours. Moaning, you gladly obliged him. Rolling off of you, Scaramouche tore his lips from yours, batting your legs open, his head dipping down to flick his tongue over one of your nipples before sucking harshly, making your back arch off the bed in pleasure as Xiao got on top of you.

You put a hand on the back of Scaramouche's head, tangling your fingers in his hair before tugging on it. He sighed, content, smirking that he had drawn the first moan from your throat. His hand moved to press circles on your clit, determined not to be out done by Xiao.

You trembled in pleasure, leaning up to rest your forehead against Xiao's. "Just take me, Xiao, please," You pleaded, kissing him open mouthed and passionate.

Xiao was glad you said that. It had been hard for him to contain his lust, he was just quieter and more dignified about it than Scaramouche. Biting down on your shoulder, he thrust his cock inside of you, groaning as he bottomed out immediately. "So needy..so wet," He babbled, grinding his teeth against the fold of skin in his mouth. Now it was his turn to smirk because he had put the first blossoming hickey on your skin.

Marking you first was something Xiao enjoyed beating Scaramouche to. You mewled, crying out as your walls started to clamp down around Xiao's cock.

Scaramouche's fingers left your clit, putting them immediately in your mouth for you to suck on. He moved them in and out of your mouth, making you drool before pressing down on your tongue, making you gag so he could add a third finger. Your tongue lapped at his fingers in appreciation.

Xiao's thrusts turned sloppy, his cock twitching before his cum spilled inside of you, making you writhe, moaning muffled around Scaramouche's fingers. You were twitching from overstimulation by the time your orgasm washed over you.

The second Xiao rolled off of you, stroking your cheek as he kissed you, Scaramouche pulled his fingers from your mouth with a wet pop. "Now scream nice and loud for me while I fuck you dumb, and call me Master."

[p4rallel-universe]

Can I request a fic where the reader walks into the Gallagher house, looking for Ian but instead hears soft panting and groans coming from upstairs. You ignore it until someone shouts your names, looking around to find out what's up reveals lip with his hand down his pants and back arched- whimpering your name until- oop, I'll let you decide how it ends;)

encounters

(Lip Gallagher x Male reader)

nsfw

walking down the street, your phone held to your ear, you hear the call go to voicemail once again. Ian must be busy - working, or fucking, who knows - because he's not picking up your calls. you really need to see him, to talk to him about some family stuff that's been seriously bothering you.

Ian's your best friend. your ride or die. you get along with his whole family. helping Fiona whenever you can, even Lip smokes with you once in a while despite being pretty busy these days.

thinking of your last option, you decide to stop by the Gallagher house. you still have a spare key from sometime Ian let you borrow one. unlocking the door, you enter nonchalantly. the Gallagher household is like a second home to you, so there's no real boundaries for when you arrive. you kind of just...come and go.

"Ian?", you call out, to no answer. no sign of him, in fact, the whole house seems pretty empty. must be a busy day. you try shouting a couple more times, still to no reply.

figuring since you walked all the way here, to no avail, you may as well take a minute to rest on the couch. and take a beer from the fridge, what's one missing, right?

relaxing on the couch, sipping the beer (which always tastes better when stolen from the Gallagher fridge) you suddenly hear your name. you figure you must've misheard something, or imagined it completely - probably sleep deprivation, it wasn't a great night.

then you hear it again. it's loud in the way you can tell it's not meant to be shouted, so it's not like anyone's calling to you. it's kind of desperate. like someone's running, chasing you, trying to get your attention.

weirded out, you set your beer on the table and stand up, warily approaching the stairs. listening in, you hear a couple more sounds. there's a kind of out of breath panting. shortly after, another breathy call of your name.

perhaps against your better judgement, you ascend the stairs, making sure to be quiet - just in case. the sound of quiet groans becomes more clear as you reach the top of the steps.

"what the fuck-", you whisper to yourself. the sounds are coming from the spare room. where Lip's been sleeping. pressing your ear to the door, you hear the chorus of moans, groans, pants and desperate iterations of your name.

your face burns bright red, and a familiar feeling of anticipation and excitement pools in your stomach. the truth is, you've always found Lip crazy attractive. he's rough around the edges, intelligent and honest. and surprisingly, very loyal and caring. in short, he's sweet and hot. you'd be lying if you didn't say he was definitely one of the better perks of being Ian's best friend.

you wonder for a split second if what you're about to do is a good idea, before deciding you don't really care. you push open the door and see Lip in his rather desperate position. he's spread across the bed, dressed in only boxers and a tank top. his face is red from panting, and his back is arching him off the bed.

he's clearly very into his self pleasure, so he doesn't seem to notice you right away. trembling with every step, you move towards the bed, stopping by the side. one of Lip's eyes open and look at you. shockingly, he doesn't freak out. he doesn't even seem embarrassed. he is, as usual, cool as can be. he says nothing, just looks at you. his remaining pants turn into a bit of a chuckle.

hesitantly, you sit close to Lip on the bed. he furrows his brow at you. looking him right in the eyes, taking a deep breath. you reach and grab the bulge in his boxers. Lip's breath hitches.

he's absolutely rock hard and you can feel it. you can feel the strain, the need. you want to relieve Lip of this. of everything. you want to help him.

kissing him forcefully, you don't waste any time. hand reaching inside his boxers to stroke where he needs you most. he groans immediately. he grabs the wrist of the hand you're touching him with, he guides you up and down, faster. gripping your hand, making you hold him tighter.

his eyes are squeezed so tightly shut, his head is thrown back. harshly, with little to no patience, Lip grabs the back of your head, taking a second to play with your hair. there's that playful softness. the reason you've always liked Lip. the roughness, the want and need for something more, paired with a gentle goofyness. he flashes you a smile and before you can even go in to kiss him again - which you really want to do - he's guided your head downwards.

you figure there will be time for intimacy once the rush is over. eager to fulfill Lip's fantasy, - if you're honest, it's definitely yours too - you dip your head down immediately. taking him into your mouth, and he groans louder then ever. his big hands immediately grip onto your hair.

your hands are resting on his thighs as you bob your head up and down. he lets go of his iron grip on your hair to sit up and take off his wife-beater, the only piece of clothing he still has on.

he's glistening with sweat, you reach your hands up to feel his chest. when you groan around him at the feeling of his strong body, he growls in appreciation.

his grip tightens, back arching again. you pick up the pace, putting your all into giving Lip what he wants. what he needs. his groans get deeper, growls more frequent. you can tell by the tightness of his grip on your head that he's close. really close.

"fuck...", Lip grumbles, his deep voice rings out and settles in your head. playing on loop. fuck, fuck, fuck.

he cums with a deep shout of pleasure, arched body spasming as he pulls harshly on your hair.

working him through his aftershocks, his tensed body falls backwards onto the bed. his hand wipes sweat from his forehead. his hand, joined with yours, pulls you to lie next to him.

he turns to you, "fuck me, Y/N. didn't know you were so wild." he chuckles, blue eyes glossed over. in the afterglow of your hot encounter, you take a second to appreciate his boyish beauty. his curls, messed up from rolling around in his bed. smug smirk, a smile that reaches his bright eyes.

he glances down to see that you are, obviously, very hard. smiling to himself, he figures he'll give something new a shot today. he grabs your head, gently this time, and kisses your forehead. there's the intimacy.

he's rubbing you through your jeans, biting his lip in anticipation.

fuck.

(finished this one for the very nice anon 👌 )

[stormywanderer]

Calling on God

Premise: Y/N (undescribed) is a sorcerer at the Metropolitan Jujutsu High. She teases Gojo about having kids and Gojo follows through on her joke.

Rating: Mature

Author Notes: Reposting cause I found out I had my tumblr HIDDEN. Gojo/YN. NSFW. Light restraint, P in V. Y/N is whipped. ONE BED TROPE. Use of "good girl". Wearing his shirt. My Gojo is a bisexual king.

(thank you @voloslobotomyservice )

It was quiet, in an eerie way. The school’s halls, normally filled with the loud reverberation of cursed technique being practiced nearby, the yelling of the students or simply the overwhelming and heady feeling of cursed energy harbored by all the sorcerers, were absent now. All asleep in their beds and unbothered. And why would anyone be worried? This was the only place one could relax their guard behind the protection of Master Tengen’s barrier.

Y/N yawned as she shrugged off the oddity of liminal space, dropping her report in the drop box outside the office of the admins. The only reason she’d be here so late, knowing if she went home before… she’d never remember to bring it back.

“Ugh my feet are killing me too~” she begrudged, lightly hitting her head against the wall next to the box before straightening back up and heading back the way she came. But each step hurt. Boots rubbed every curve and bone in her feet the wrong way. She barely made it to and back to the elevator before admitting defeat. Dragging her feet, she slowly trudged out of the elevator on the bottom floor towards the common area. Spying the nearest couch, she kicked her shoes off before entering the conversation pit and flopping down. The normally uncomfortable furniture, more appearance focused than functional, was oddly welcoming as she sank in. She was doomed if she thought she would be getting back up. The thought of putting any sort of footwear back on painful. Instead, she rested her head back, staring at the ceiling as she looked back at the thoughts of that day.

“Oh Gojo~” Y/N cooed, leaning over the railing of the walkway to get his attention as one student seemingly launched another. “What do you think of my new nails?”

Gojo, not caring too much about being the most responsible teacher, quickly turned his back on the moment to greet her and sauntered over to where she was. “Well now, let’s take a look-“

Y/N held her hand out, showing off the precisely curated almond shaped nails with a combination of the magnetic cat eye gel and the dewy reflective drops. The overall affect being that of what she felt like if rain drops contained star light. Another fun and whimsical set like all the others she’d gotten before.

“Oh, now those are best yet,” Gojo hummed in appreciation, hand on his chin as he inspected them despite the blind fold. “I don’t know Y/N, I’m not sure you’re topping this design any time soon.”

At this point, the student not in combat had hopped over to get a look too, leaning over with stars in her eyes.

“Where do you get nail like that around here?” The ginger haired girl gushed, clearly over with the two fighting boys in the background.

Y/N pulled her hand back to appreciate them again, watching the way they caught the bright afternoon light. “Oh, I go into Tokyo for these since I don’t live here at the school.” She corrected with a smile. It was nice to see another girl on campus, her graduating class being the one and only time in a decade that sex diversity had happened so strongly on campus.

“But then what are you doing here? Who is this?” The girl asked, consecutively, before turning back to Gojo.

“Oh, she’s just one of the many sorcerers who report here when there is a job to do. Only the teachers and administrators live on campus, really.” He mused, turning back to the boys just long enough to see they hadn’t seriously maimed each other before turning his attention back to the girls. “Actually, she graduated with me.”

“Yup! It’s true- but Shoko is nose deep in her job and not big on fashion. Utahime is at Kyoto, and Meimei…” Y/N made a face and shuttered, not willing to continue the thought around the students. “So, I rely on Gojo to appreciate these things.” She wiggled her nails in emphasis.

Gojo simply hummed again in agreement.

“Which means, uh.. what’s your name?”

“Nobara Kugisaki!” The girl proclaimed, puffing out her chest confidently. “The best first year this class.”

Y/N looked from her to the boys, one of which was currently being chased by a pair of shikigami wolves, and back to her. She did not comment on the fact that she had known Megumi for most of his life. “Well, well. Nobara, you’re gonna have to do us all a favor and find Gojo-sensei here a girl okay?”

Gojo immediately tried to cut in. He attempted to push Y/N off the railing, but she quickly dodged him to keep the girl’s attention. “He’s getting far too old, and we need to pass the 6-eye down to someone. You got that? Give all the clients his number.”

She winked and bounced off just in time to avoid the impending wave of Limitless, a silent threat as Gojo chuckled nervously.

“Oh well it looks like its time for Y/N here to head out, we’ll be seeing you.” He waved as he nudged the young Nobara away. Nobara herself was cackling it this new information about her sensei.

“Or at least an egg donor if he’s gay!” Y/N yelled out lastly before stepping into a slip stream of cursed energy to avoid a last wave of Limitless. Effectively vanishing into the air of the training ground to head out on her mission.

“God I’m pathetic” Y/N muttered, sighing as she sunk further into the couch. “Absolutely whipped like everyone else.”

It was promptly after that moment that she went off the decimate a near by abandoned building. A facility for the sick a long time ago, left to rot. It wasn’t too bad of a job. But it had been tedious. Every floor and wing a mess of low- and higher-grade spirits that had gone unknown for too long due to the lack of trespassers. She had tried her best to go through one by one, to leave the building intact. She hated paperwork after all… But by the 3rd wing she was more than over it. The sun had already been setting and there was no end in sight. So she had stepped back out the front doors of the building, took one look back, and with all her frustrated affection with Gojo spat out an energy ball at the building as if it was a bad taste in her mouth. The aftermath of frustration and unresolved feelings. Buried deep down for nearly a decade. Cause she knew him. Hated that she knew his deep-down dislike of that sort of attention these days. Something that he matured into and had only made her appreciate him more.

“I need to get over this.” She uttered out lastly, blinking at the ceiling till it drifted off with the ebb and flow of sleep. A wave that won as her eye lids became too heavy. The quiet halls soon replaced with an endless see of green rolling in the summer breeze…

~

“You’re heavier than you look,” a voice said, soft but heavy simultaneously.

Y/N rolled her head towards it in the grass, the soft blades tickling her face in the warmth of the afternoon. She was comfortable here, a lazy afternoon exactly what she needed. “I’m trying to nap here-.”

The voice distant yet near, chuckled in her ear. As if the grass itself spoke to her. “Heh, that’s okay, just sleep yah?”

“Mhmkay” She whispered out, too comfortable to question the all too familiar voice.

The world gently rocked. A back-and-forth motion, lulling and soothing. It was easy to drift off again as the grass caressed her face. It was sweet. That is, till the world rocked too far in one direction and had her spilling with a soft thud onto a bed.

A bed?

“Okay, I’m gonna give you one of my shirts. What you’re wearing, as cute as it is on you, doesn’t look comfortable to sleep in.”

Y/N blinked, the first sense hitting her being smell. The heady smell of an expensive cologne, specifically. Cologne and… fabric softener? Then it was touch. Fabric so soft she wanted to melt into it. It bunched under he hands and caressed her face as she slowly opened her eyes to the dark room.

Ah, and then it was sight. A bright blue, like two stars, shining in the night as something white is handed to her. Blearily, she pushed herself up from the bed with a heavy head.

“Come on, put this on, you’re almost there.” The same voice from the grass.

She accepted the shirt, registering the pale hand that had offered it but not much beyond that. Nodding, she started to unzip her top to change.

“Woah- okay. I’ll just… turn around.”

She didn’t look to see what the voice meant. Y/N was sleepy, and there was a comfy bed waiting for her. And God did she want to be out of her working clothes. She fumbled through the motions till she felt the relief of the cool night air on her skin as she dumbed her pants, top, and bra to the floor in favor of the far-too large shirt. Spilling the material over her head, it fell into a pool at her thighs due to its size. And the sheets? They were nice. She couldn’t wait a second longer to turn back to them and crawl into the bed. Large fluffy pillows were here. And the comforter was both light weight and fluffy. Y/N tucked herself in without hesitation only to bask in the heaven of the bed she was in.

“I assume you’re decent-“ the voice asked, still soft as if trying not to disturb her too much.

She responded, or at least attempted to. It was more of an incoherent muttering as she buried her face into the crisp pillow.

“Okay, well this is a big bed and there is more than enough room to share, yah?” It continued. Large hands gently prodded their way beneath her side, slowly coaxing her further over on to the bed, till a dip in the mattress signaled another body joining her. Seemingly settled, the hands retreated, but not before soothing her back and patting her shoulder gently.

“You get some sleep now, okay?”

“Okai-“ she whispered into the pillow. The gentle lull of sleep now like a sweet cool breeze on a summer night.

~

There were birds. So, so, many birds. Much more than normal outside her place in the city. With a groan, she felt her limbs slowly wake as she stretched her legs, torso arching too-

Y/N gasped as she felt the full of her stomach meet the skin of another. Startled, she flew into alert as she looked up to be met with familiar halo of white. Gojo- sleeping with a soft pout, long lashes fluttering against his cheeks. His arms were loosely draped across her, one slightly tucked under the shirt that had bunched well above her ribs. Y/N’s felt a twist her gut as she registered the intimacy of it all. Unwilling to wake him, confused, she slowly lowered her head back to what seemed to be his bicep that had become her place of rest.

“Mmm~”

He hummed above her, having woken up, pout opening into a wide yawn as his hand ghosted up further on her back. The action caused her to gasp and yawn simultaneously, unable to control it as her body pressed further into his. This time though, Gojo bumped a thigh up higher between her thighs where she had tucked her own.

“Gojo-“

“I normally don’t sleep in this late, but I think I could get used to this” He said, voice sultry and teasing as always. But, with something else? Something more intimate than she’d ever heard from him before. The hand that had been ghosting up the bare skin of her back slid back down, fleetingly touching curves before resting on top of her thigh. The bicep beneath her flexed as his other arm curled round to enclose her shoulders.

If she hadn’t just woken up from the deep dead of sleep, her thoughts would be racing. Her pulse certainly was with how hot her face felt. But thoughts turned to mush as she bunched her fingers in the soft cotton of his tee.

“So why haven’t you?” There is silence as he considers her question, thumbs rubbing small circles in her shoulder and thigh. He still had even opened his eyes.

“So many responsibilities, too little time?” He answers after a moment, in complete seriousness.

Y/N couldn’t help but note the disappoint in that statement. Knowing all too well the weight that rested on his shoulders. Instead of dwelling on the reasons for all that weight, she pulled herself up to nudge her nose to his.

“It’s- it’s okay,” she whispered as he finally opened his eyes. It was hard to see those brilliant blue eyes so early. Something she rarely saw as it was. But she wanted to see him. Always, to see him. Someone only Nanami, Shoko, and Y/N knew. “We’ll make time now. If you want…”

“I’d like that” he whispered back as his breath ghosted against her lips, nudging back and bumping his forehead to her own. “Plus, apparently I’m getting too old too-“

“Oh. My. God.” She hissed in embarrassment, turning her face only for Gojo to nudge his nose against her cheek and turn his attention to her ear.

“What? Did you not want my attention?”

Gojo punctuated that by using his hand to hold her thigh in place as he pressed his own against her clothed sex.

“Don’t remind me how pathetic that was, please.” She rushed, unable to help as a slight whimper worked its way out as his breath tickled her ear and the thick muscle of thigh rubbed against her in the best way.

“I don’t know, it was rather cute. Would be cuter if you hadn’t done it in front of my students”

Gojo pulled away, leaning over her so she was forced to face him again. “Cuter, if you had been with me like this.”

He ran his hand further down her thigh, hiking it up on his hips before pressing himself in. She gasped at the pressure; lids heavy as Y/N rolled her hips up to meet him. The sweet drag of her sex on his thigh sinful.

“Yeah… definitely like this.” He finished, leaning in to capture her mouth before she could respond.

His lips were softer than she could have imagined, unable to help herself as she rose up to meet him. His kisses were more precise than expected, slow and sweet as he coaxed her head to tilt just so-. Y/N couldn’t help but sigh. And all the while he ground that thigh down, forcing her to ride him. And she did. Up and down, down and up again. She dragged herself up and down him till she felt the small high or an orgasm flicker inside her. She came quickly with a gasp against him, a hand threatening to tear his shirt as the other slid up to his hair to hold him to her as she vibrated with sensation.

“Gods yes~” she whimpered as the acute climax pulsed through her like a wave.

“You know you call on god a lot with me.” Gojo noted with a cluck, breaking the kiss with a soft suck to her bottom lip and a ‘pop’. “Satoru is fine though.”

“Try insufferable” Y/N panted, chest heaving as she flicked her sight between his eyes and the kiss swollen, wet, lower lip of his.

As if to tease her more, or subconsciously noticing her attention, he sucked his lower lip in and rolled it in his teeth to taste her.

“Trust me, I plan to be.” Gojo declared. He reached down between them, fingers toeing the edge of her panties before diving down to press against the soaked gusset of them and rubbing up against her lower lips. Reaching the apex, clit still sensitive, he rubbed against her with middle fingers in slow circles.

“Satoruu…”

“Yeah, that’s it. Say my name- come on.”

Y/N groaned as he continued, writhing beneath him as he slowly increased the pace.

“Satoru its sens-“ She gasped then, legs twitching. “Wah-WAIT.”

She let go of his hair to cover her mouth, eyes watering as he tortured her over sensitive clit immediately after getting her off on his thigh.

“Ohhh? Sorry baby. Is it too much? You going to cry?” He taunted, words harsh but tone endearing. A devilish juxta positioning.

“Here, I’ll relent-“

And he let up before the feelings become too much, only to hook his fingers in the band a loop through each leg. In a show of strength, a blur, her panties were torn from her and left her exposed from the ribs down. “Its okay, I’m feeling impatient to feel you wrapped around me.”

Panties tossed somewhere else, Gojo returned to her to rub his fingers up her pussy once, twice, before sinking two digits inside slowly till he was knuckle deep.

“Yeah-, fuck yeah. Been wanting to feel you like this for so long-“ He whispered, the two of them both diving to kiss each other as he slowly rocked those fingers inside.

And he was relentless, taking no time to find the spot against her upper wall that had her keening for him the most. Curling his finger just so- so that he could drag the pads of them against as he pumped them in and out. The only sound in the room that of sloppy kisses and the wet movement of him inside her.

Gojo broke away to kiss down her jaw, wet open-mouthed kisses down her neck as he searched for and tested each spot that garnered more reactions. Sucking against her pulse point as he rubbed a slow circle inside her tight heat before receding again to move lower.

“That’s it baby.” Gojo whispered to her chest, using his nose to push her shirt up the last of the way to expose her breasts. “I can feel how much you like it. Feel how you squeeze my fingers. Gonna squeeze my dick this good yah?” He peered up for Y/N’s response, watching her with a heady look as he licked his way up the underside of her breast to suck her nipple into his mouth.

Y/N could only nod dumbly, breath hitching as his second knuckles caught against her tight entrance with each thrust. Gojo unrelentingly assaulted her nipple till her breaths were ragged.

“Good.” He said, popping off one slightly purpled nipple before switching to the second.

As devilishly as before, his soft coos were conjoined with cruelty. Sucking in the second nipple to lavish it, he pressed his thumb to her clit. If she was in her right mind, she’d be impressed. But Y/N could only mewl for him as he thrust his finger in slow circles while simultaneously rubbing her clit. The hand clutching his shirt was trapped under him, pressed between their bodies as her other dug into the sheets. Her hips rocked to his hand, grinding out a rhythm till that coil tightened just this side of too much. Rocking, rocking, till she couldn’t take no more. Coiled all the way to her chest where Gojo was keen on sucking out her soul from her. All the way to her throat till she arched into him, breast bouncing up against the bunched-up tee. Till her lips fell open in a silent scream before the gush of release rocked though her and over his hand.

“There you go- I got you I got you, come on baby I got you-“

Y/N shook again with her release, jolting in her pinned beneath him.

“S-sa-sato- SAT-“

Gojo crashed his lips into hers again, tongue fucking her. Effectively silenced as he quickened his pace inside her with quick movement of biceps. Quickening until she was attempting to run from him, lurching away as he worked her release out of her till she couldn’t stand to be touched anymore.

“F-FUCK.” She finally ground out, pushing him away. Struggling to worm out of his grasp. Trying to ignore the way he chuckled darkly.

“Fuck that was hot.” Gojo rushed, slipping out his finger with a wet squelch before bringing them to lips as he watched her intently. Making sure that she was watching as he dipped those very fingers into his mouth before closing his eyes and humming in approval.

“Yeah, fucking amazing.” He rushed, pulling them out with a ‘pop’.

“Fucking evil is more like it” Y/N gasped out, heart beating in her chest against her ribs and threatening to escape. She could only close her eyes, drag her hand out from under him to run it through the sheets. Grounding herself on the soft material of what was likely designer.

They were probably ruined now.

“Have to say, those nails were definitely worth it.” Gojo pondered, sitting back to look down at his chest.

Y/N opened her eyes to see what he meant, met with the deep holes gouged into the cotton. Practically ripped down the middle. Her gaze continued down, down to the blue briefs with the distinct bulge. Briefs that were now soaked.

“It’s okay, they can be washed.” Gojo said, following her gaze as she gulped.

But that wasn’t what had her gulping. No, it was the size of the bulge and what was waiting for her there.

“You still gonna squeeze me good, right~” He teased, finger trailing down his torso and along the edge of his briefs. He ran them across the hem twice, before hooking the hem and pulling them down slowly. Watching her watch him, and the way he slowly revealed himself till the thick length of him finally sprung free.

“Y-yes?” She whimpered, still observing his dick as he stepped off the bed and out of his briefs.

“Hey-“

“Yeah?”

“My eye’s are up here Y/N” Gojo teased, lifting the destroyed tee over his head. He tossed it to the side too, with a wink, before crawling back over her with the grace of a tiger mid hunt. “Lets see the rest of you.”

Y/N nodded meekly, lifting her own tee only for him to slam his hand down one her wrists and forcing the material to remain there. It effectively trapped her hands above her head, vulnerable to him as he slowly lowered himself down while kneeing her thighs apart.

“Sorry, would love to see what those claws could do to my back but- gotta stay appropriate on school grounds. But we can still have fun like this, yah?”

“Yeah-“ she swallowed, fighting the urge to struggle against the restraints

“Good girl.”

Gojo adjusted so that his hand encapsuled her own, fingers tangle with hers as he settled himself against her. Gentle again as he used the other hand to hook under her knee to open her up for him. He expertly rubbed his dick up her slit one, twice, before rolling his hips forward with his head to her sex and slowly pressing it. He was velvet to her, a thick and soft caress and her lip wobbled at the tight fit.

“That’s it-“ He cooed, more to himself, as he slipped in till he was half way before pulling back to lean back up above her. If she wasn’t already a mess, it wouldn’t have gone in so smoothly. But all it took was a roll of his hips and he was sinking in. In till felt himself slide all the way, her thighs meeting his hips. Toes curling as she unconsciously opened her thighs further for him.

They breathed, both gasping as he bottomed out. Searching each other’s eyes as he rested so deep inside her. Gojo’s head tilting as studied the way her tongue flicked out just behind her lips, her bottom lip wobbling with the smallest movement, the way her breast bounced with every gasp. Watched as her as he pulled himself out to swiftly press back in. Press the air from her lungs as her eyes rolled back. It was all she could do too. Fingers tangled in his tight grip, toes curling as he squeezed inside her over, and over, and over.

It was everything. Each thrust a punch to her lungs as she gasped for him. Gulping for air the only thing she could sanely manage. Gojo dragging himself against her expertly, canting his hips till his was pressing her deepest spot. The one that had her seeing stars as her cunt fluttered around him.

“So-so good Satoru.” She whispered, barely audible above the soft squelches.

“Yah? Does that feel good?”

“Ye-yes yes yes.” She panted, holding his hand as if her life depended on top.

“Yah- you make such a pretty mess you know. Such a pretty little mess for me~”

Gojo quickened his pace, hips meeting hers now with wet slaps. Each slap a meeting of thick muscle against the round fat of her ass. Each one almost enough to bounce her off the mattress.

“So. Fucking. Pretty.” He bit out with a gasp.

“Go-“ stars already beginning to gather behind her eyes.

“That’s not my name.” Gojo snapped his attention down. Eyes boring into hers as his hips punctuated each word. “Look at me and say my name”

“Sa-to, Sa-sato-Satoru!”

Y/N’s eye widened, unable to look away as his crystalline ones bore into hers. Unable to control the way his stare brought that coil creeping back up on her. A white-hot flame threatening to sear through her.

“Just like that, watch me. Watch me fuck my name into you.”

“Y-yeah, yeah yeah yeah. Please Satoru plea-“

It was all she could take. A damn inside her breaking as her body lifts from the mattress to meet his, Thigh shaking around his hips as her vision went white. White except for his stare. Blue boring down into hers. A beautiful crystal sky that crashed down to her earth as she screamed his name.

“F, fuck-“ she was squeezing him so hard, practically milking him for all he had. He could barely contain himself as her last orgasm took him down with her. His hips stilled, buried inside her has he convulsed. Unable to maintain eye contact as his eyes squeezed tight and he spilled himself inside her.

They stayed like that for a while, panting and coming down from their respective highs. Gojo collapsed on top of her, grumbling something about not want to work as he snuggled into the crook of her neck. It was lost on deaf ears as Y/N tried to bring herself down to earth. Room tilting just slightly, far too dehydrated and in a calorie deficit by now.

She tilted her vision to the rest of the room, finally taking in the rich wood of the expensive bed frame. Across from her more matching furniture with the familiar modern yet mid century style. A trash bin next to his dresser and clothes hamper nearby.

A singular trash bin, with a familiar white tee shirt hanging over the edge.

“Satoru…”

“Yah?”

“You’re too fucking much.”

“You love it,” he cooed, slipping her shirt over her wrist to nonchalantly toss it behind him to the clothes hamper.

[my-own-walker]

summary: the uh…sm*t for this post. I’ve seriously never done this before. it may suck. using this as a challenge for myself as a writer 😅

warnings: smut, ya know, alla that stuff

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It was almost in an instant that small kisses led to more and more passionate ones. His breath became heavy and uneven as he repositioned himself to face me better. I crawled onto his lap.

I was straddling his legs, my body facing his, leaving my chest at his eye level. I held his face with both hands and continued kissing him, so as to say 'Don't stop.'

With his face below mine I felt I had more control. So much so that when his hands reached to pull my shirt over my head, I didn't object. He discarded it sloppily behind me and separated his mouth from mine.

‘Okay?’ he asked. I nodded and giggled.

I looked down into his deep brown eyes for a moment. His gaze met mine and he laughed. His grin made my insides melt. Ragged breaths fell out of both of our mouths as we looked into each other’s eyes. I was entranced by his beauty. It wasn’t long before I needed to taste more. And it seemed that he agreed.

Before I knew it we were making out again. I ran my hands through his curly hair and pulled. Just enough tension without hurting him. An old trick I learned some time ago. He let out a gentle moan and turned his attention to my neck, peppering kisses all the way down to my chest.

The feeling of his lips on my breasts gave me goosebumps. He was mindful of keeping things respectful. As soon as his hands reached to unhook my bra, he stopped.

Instead, he pulled away and I whined. He began fumbling with the hem of his own shirt, trying to get it off. He was shaking.

‘Gotta keep things fair,’ he quipped.

I looked down grabbed the bottom hem, pulling his shirt over his head and pushing him into a laying position on the bed.

But he quickly began to make his way on top of me, kissing me down my arms and stomach in the process, gently maneuvering me onto my back. He needed control, and I was willing to give him that.

‘You are so fucking beautiful,' he breathed as he looked down at my form.

I wasn’t even naked but I suddenly felt it. His undivided attention was on my body. It was too much to bear.

‘Shut up and fuck me,’ I laughed. I have no idea where that came from, by the way. Probably the tequila.

‘Don’t mind if I do,’ he whispered. So intensely it was almost a growl.

His hands practically flew down to the button of his pants. I started to do the same and he put his hands over mine.

‘No. I’ll do it,’ he breathed.

After tugging his own pants off in one smooth motion, he returned his hands to my body, feeling for the waistband of my skirt. Man I picked the wrong day to wear tights.

He tugged both layers off me, leaving me in my bra and underwear. He stopped to admire me once again. Thank god I picked a matching set tonight. He ran his fingers over my soft stomach, making me tremble. I sat up slightly to meet his mouth, kissing him more passionately than before.

After his shaky hands struggled to get my bra unhooked, he let me help him. Before I knew it my underwear was across the room and his head was positioned between my legs.

He looked up shyly. ‘Okay?’ he asked.

‘Yes. Please,’ I panted.

His lips first made contact with my inner thigh. Warmth immediately spread within my core. I hadn’t felt this way in a while.

His tongue met my inside and it was over. I forgot about everything but the feeling of his tongue on me. His skin on my skin. The rest of the world disappeared.

A feeling unlike anything else grew inside me. It started slowly and gradually became more intense. I couldn’t help but cry out in pleasure. He separated his mouth from me and replaced his tongue with his fingers. I was powerless to his touch.

‘Please don’t stop’ I managed. So he thrust his fingers in harder. Another uncontrollable moan escaped my lips. Then another.

‘Don’t come yet, baby. Not yet,’ he said, removing his fingers from me.

It was then I noticed his uh- rather big- erection. Resting his weight on both his hands on either side of me, he positioned himself to enter me.

Even though I was expecting it, I jumped at the contact. The entrance.

‘Okay?’ he confirmed once again.

I nodded feverishly. I bucked my hips and moaned, feeling the full length of him inside me. I screwed my eyes shut and moaned again. He began to thrust, slowly at first.

When I opened my eyes, there he was. In all his beauty. I couldn’t help but grab him by his neck and force him to kiss me. He didn’t object, moaning loudly into my mouth.

His thrusting became faster and more primal, more grunts escaped his lips. My moans became louder as well. But then he was gone. He pulled out just before we could both come. Cheeky fucking bastard.

‘Get on top?’ he suggested.

With that, I pushed him down onto his back. Rather rougher than I expected, to be honest. I placed my palms on his shoulders and slid his cock into me. His warmth re-entering my core.

He whined. His hands gripping my hips tightly as I began to maneuver myself on top of him. I moved my right hand to his hair, pulling it ever so slightly.

There was nothing like this. With a final, animalistic moan, I came. Not soon after, so did he.

I tore myself away from him. Panting and exhausted. Our ragged breaths filled the room. We laid side by side. In mutual bliss. Catching our breath.

Evan sat up next to me, looking at my face and smiling. I laughed. How the fuck did that just happen? I thought.

‘You really are so fucking pretty,’ he stated, putting a hand over his mouth. He flopped down dramatically and sighed. ‘So beautiful.’

‘Hey, you’re not too bad yourself,’ I replied, coyly.

‘Oh get the fuck over here,’ he laughed, grabbing me by my waist and pulling me into him. I rested my head on his chest and continued to breathe heavily. We laid in silence.

I stayed awake, listening to his breathing even out. It was entrancing. I was too wired to possibly sleep.

‘Wanna go again?’ he asked, startling me.

‘Fuck, I thought you were asleep’ I laughed.

‘Is that a no…or-‘ he was promptly silenced by my lips meeting his.

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All I can say is I promise I’ve had sex, LMAO. Despite what my writing suggests, I know what sex is, I just can’t describe it well haha. Plus, I’m a fucking prude. This was way out of my comfort zone. I hope you all found SOME enjoyment in this. Definitely won’t be quitting my day job. Only up from here, I guess…

[lewisthot]

weekends II

summary: feeling neglected as toto worked overtime, you decided to be a brat but he wasn’t having none of it. kinda a part 2 but could be read alone. here’s part 1 rating: 18+ pairing: toto wolff x fem!reader words: 2.5k warning + a/n: degrading, overstimulation + rough. it’s kinda shit but i hope you guys like it, feedback would be appreciated tho! tagging my toto girlies who i know wanted this! @oliviahoneymoon​ & @mauvecherie-writes

all week you had been acting out and when you got away with it at first you couldn’t help but push toto’s button but he was too busy to really pay attention and give you the punishment you deserved. he let you get away with for the week because he knew he’d have you to himself this weekend.

after yesterday’s punishment, you spent the rest of the day in toto’s arm cuddling, kissing and being showered with love. he knew your brattiness was because you missed him and needed attention so he gave you what you needed, what he wanted to give you but your punishment wasn’t over. you’d been a brat all week and he had the whole weekend, why punish you once when he could punish you twice.

waking up in toto arms, you kept your eyes closed not quite ready to wake up, snuggling into his arms as he traced patterns on your body already awake.

‘morning baby’

‘morning schatzi’

‘let’s get up and i’ll make you breakfast?’

‘noo, let’s go back to sleep’

he held your chin tilting your head up, you scooted up you kissing him softly he pulled you in deepening the kiss. your body was on top of him now, his hands running down your body planting them on your ass he kneaded the flesh. you moaned against his lip, rocking your hips against him. you still felt sleepy but the way toto kissed you and touched you lit a fire within which was far more stronger, your pussy throbbing you were sure you were already soaking wet. toto wrapping his arms around you flipped you under him and now on top he pulled away from your lips.

‘let’s go eat’ he smirked at your annoyed expression, he was starting the punishing early and not letting you know just yet what he had planned.

‘seriously!?’ he chuckled, dragging you out of bed he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. 

you screamed slapping his back. ‘toto!’ he ignored you, slapping your ass which silenced you. walking to the kitchen he set you down. ‘i was getting up!’

‘you don’t like being carried?’ he chuckled as you lightly hit him again. ‘sit down and let me make you breakfast schatzi’ he leaned down pressing a kiss on your forehead.

as toto made breakfast you grew bored waiting, coming up behind him you wrapped your arms around his waist - you couldn't help yourself you ran your hands down his body slipping under his boxers you gripped his cock. it was half hard leaking precum, you smirked. smearing the precum around the head of his cock, you gripped him hard.

'y/n...' his tone a warning to stop but you persisted, pressing soft kisses onto his back.

'i'm hungry' he laughed turning around.

'sit down, you'll be fed with food and cock soon enough.' you grinned, pulling your hand out of his boxers you made a show of licking his precum off your fingers to which he let out a groan but regardless he turned back around and went back to cooking - he was far too disciplined for your liking, something you always put to the test and today you were unsuccessful. eventually, toto presented two plates of delicious breakfast sitting down beside you.

'why are you so far away schatzi?' he pulled your chair closer, replying sarcastically. 'so needy...'

he chuckled, rolling his eyes, 'you're right, what would i do without you!' scooting forward he leaned down pressing a kiss to your forehead. 'du bist mein schatzi' you grinned wrapping your arm around his neck, you pulled him back to you kissing him softly, you adored when toto affectionately spoke german to you - it felt more intimate.

you sat in a comfortable silence as you ate the rest of your meal, once done you and toto had a back and forth about who would clear up but of course toto cleaned up, he always took care of you it was just in his nature.

'i need your energy levels high for what i have planned for you.’

looking at the sink full of dishes you leaned over the sink switching off the tap. 'forget the dishes and have your way with me.' 

toto turned to you grabbing your waist and lifting you onto the counter, 'always so impatient'

you wrapped your legs and arms around him. 'but don't you like how desperate i am for your cock'

'oh schatzi, you've been very naughty and you need to be punished' you pouted while playing with his hair, you narrowed your eyes and scrunched your nose playfully. 

'that's why you were being a little tease this morning.' he gave your waist a squeeze smirking he picked you up, 'i'm just getting started schatzi' walking back into the bedroom he gave your ass a pat, you were at a point where a touch or a look was all that was needed instead of words. you unwrapped yourself from his embrace.

‘strip’

his tone was harsh his eyes dark and piercing, not wearing much you quickly stripped yourself till you stood there stark naked. he went into the drawer of naughty toys, pulling out a vibrator and nipple clamps and setting them aside, you gulped biting your bottom lip - you were in for it you thought. pulling off his boxers he leaned down grabbing your face he pulled you into a deep kiss, pushing you onto the bed he settled between your legs his hands and mouth were all over your body in an instant.

‘did you think you were going to get away with your brattiness this week?’ pressing kisses down your neck he made his way to your chest, one hand splayed over one breast, groping and pinching your nipple and the other in his mouth, sucking and biting your nipple.

‘toto…’ you cried out in a breathy moan, as he went to grab the nipple clamps you tensed, smirking he teased drawing circles around your hardened nipples. clamping one nipple you bit down on your lip hard sucking in a breath. 

'don't' he grabbed your chin sticking his thumb into your mouth, he forced your mouth open. 'i wanna hear every noise, every cry and moan from the pain and pleasure you're gonna feel. okay?' you nodded, his words sending a shiver down your spine, your pussy throbbing - you were sure toto could make you cum without ever touching your pussy. as he clamped your other nipple you let out a pained moan, his thumb still in your mouth he gave you a light slap.

  'see, i know you can be a good girl' tugging on the chain that connected the nipple clamps, you whined - he tugged again but a little harder. 'fuck!' he smirked as you bit down and sucked on his thumb which earned you another light slap across the cheek. 

'look at you rutting against me, so pathetic' your pussy ached, your hole clenching around nothing - you dreaded the moment toto would notice teasing you already, you knew he'd take great joy in your desperation to be stretched out by him. he went back to trailing kisses down your body taking his time till he reached your mound, holding your legs open he admired the way your pussy glistened and throbbed.

‘i’m gonna give your pussy the attention you’ve been begging for'

he licked a stripe through your folds, latching onto your clit. arching your back, you moaned as he went between sucking and licking stripes up and down. Plunging his fingers into your wet hole, you rolled your hips against his fingers meeting the thrusts of his fingers. his thumb circling your clit, your body tensed.

‘toto, i’m gonna cum!’ 

gripping the bed sheets he pushed you over the edge, moaning as the waves washed over you he pulled his fingers out lazily running them through your folds. but before you could enjoy your first orgasm toto had one hand splayed out on your stomach holding you down as he continued his assault on your clit, sucking it between his teeth whilst he plunged two fingers back into your waiting hole. he was relentless and he knew just what you liked, you arched your back and gripped the headboard as another orgasm ripped through you barely having time to catch your breath after the first one. clamping your legs shut around his head as he continued to lap up your juices, your moans stuck in your throat and your eyes screwed shut - you were already so overwhelmed.

he pulled back slightly just so you’d unwrap your leg which the minute you did he got up and pinned them open with his own legs grabbing the toy he pulled out earlier.

‘you want me to stop schatzi? had enough attention?’ he chuckled as he mocked you, pressing the clitoral stimulator against your clit, you were thankful he started on a low setting. you reached out your hands running along his body, he leaned down giving you what you wanted - him. kissing you deeply he dialled up the power, nails digging into his sides you moaned into the kiss. you tried to sink into the bed, escape toto’s clutches all the whole kissing him roughly. it was too much but you still wanted more, it was driving you crazy you were a mess.

he pulled out your clit stimulator instead of dildo to watch your pussy clench and spasm around nothing, moaning at the sight as yet another orgasm hit you. you screamed as he pulled the toy away and slapped your pussy.

‘toto!’

'isn't this what you wanted baby?' his tone dripping in sarcasm, he tugged on the chains connecting the nipple clamps, he couldn’t forget about those. your nails digging even more so into his back, he smiled against your lips giving you a quick kiss.

he had you pinned down, your writhing useless. leaving the toy running another orgasm hitting in quick succession your body shaking against his weight. your squirming was fun for him the way you put up a challenge, he could've handcuffed you to the headboard from the beginning but every time you slipped from his grasp dragging you back down to latch his mouth to your soaked pussy was a reminder you were his and his alone to use as he saw fit.

‘colour?’

‘green.’

he stroked your face studying your expression, not that you'd ever lie or purposely push past your own limits and boundaries without discussion but forcing orgasms after orgasms took a toll and he wasn’t done yet. he kissed you softly before crawling back down between your legs, tossing the toy aside.

toto keeping your legs open with his hands and forearms dove straight in, you gripped his hair tight probably too tight. ‘mmm, schatzi you taste so fucking good. i could go all night.’

your clit throbbing at his words, he ran his tongue through your folds and plunged it into your hole. you rocked your hips against his face, you may have been overwhelmed but he ate you out so good you couldn’t resist but when it hit you so suddenly you whined trying to squirm away.

he dragged you back down slapping your pussy. ‘schatzi, stop moving you know you want it. be a good girl.’

‘i can’t toto, please!’

you were limp your limbs felt like jelly, you had lost count of how many times you had cum at the point. toto pressing soft kisses on your inner thighs have you a moment for your breathing to calm down, he tried to think had you cum 4 or 5 times now maybe it was enough he still hadn’t fucked you. he trailed kisses up your body, holding your face he kissed you passionately. you wrapped your arms around his neck kissing him back hard, you loved tasting yourself on his tongue.

pulling away he stuck his fingers in your mouth, sucking them clean as he dragged you up with him. ‘you took your punishment so well schatzi, you’ve been such a good girl’ you nodded your head, still sucking on his fingers.

‘you want my cock schatzi, it’s not too much?’ shaking your head he smirked, wrapping his hand around your throat he shoved you back down onto the bed and thrusted into your hole with ease.

he grunted as you stretched around his cock. ‘fuck schatzi, you feel so good.’ he tugged on the chain as he slammed into you, letting out a scream filled with a mix of pain and pleasure. throwing your legs over his shoulders, he pounded into you even deeper.

hissing and mumbling. ‘you’re so good for me. god, you take my cock so well schatzi.’ he was close, his thrusts relentless but lacking rhythm. you however came once more, it hit you out of nowhere. you let out a string of curse words, your eyes filled with tears truly at your limit.

clenching and spasming your pussy around toto’s cock drove him nuts, he squeezed your throat and tugged the chain of nipple clamps even harder ‘fuck i—‘ it felt you strangling his cock, he came hard filling you deep with his seed he groaned as you clenched around him milking him for every last drop.

he wanted to pull out but you just kept spasming, taking your legs off his shoulders he hissed as he pulled out groaning when his cum came dripping out too.

‘be a good girl and clean me.’ he shuffled up the bed, you were too spent to get up. you leant up slightly opening your mouth he shoved his still hard cock into your mouth, you swirled your tongue around licking your mix of juices and even though you had just been so thoroughly fucked you moaned on his cock turned on. he groaned too sensitive for your mouth and the skills that tongue possessed, pulling himself off.

he leant down besides you and unclamped your nipples. you sucked in a breath biting your bottom lip at the change of sensation. ‘it’s okay baby…’ his voice was soft and gentle now, he gently sucked on your nipples and kneaded your breasts. your eyes were heavy now, you could probably sleep for 12hrs you were exhausted. ‘you took your punishment so well schatzi, you tired?’

you nodded your head, unable to form sentences. he stroked your face, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. ‘you still have cum dripping out of you, go clean up.’ you whined normally toto would’ve cleaned you by now. ‘you wanna be a brat you get treated like one.’

you lifted your head and forced your eyes open pouting at toto, he rolled his eyes chuckling. he knew you were too spent but he wanted to mess with you but of course you brought up the puppy dog eyes, he got up and came back with a wash cloth cleaning you up.

jumping back into bed he pulled you under the covers and into his arms, it may have been daytime but you needed a nap after all that.

‘i love you schatzi’

‘i love you too baby’

[veren-cos]

There is Pleanty to Love

Asmo (OM) x reader who struggles with self love.

Can be read as platonic or romantic. Unkess you are a strict romantic cuddler lol

*knock knock knock*

Three times you rapped upon his door. "Just a moment hun!" You could hear him setting things down on his dresser before opening the door. "Well hello darling! To what do I owe the pleasure?" His smile. Oh how much you needed his smile.

"Asmo.."

"Yes?"

And you pulled him into a hug. "Can I just be with you for a while? I really don't want to be by myself.."

"Oh dear.." You felt his hands caressing your back. So softly, delicately. "Of course, come in." He shifted so his hand was around your waist, and led you to his bed.

Despite him being the literally avatar of lust, you never felt any pressure around him. Asmo was safe, comfortable. He was someone you could depend on, and be emotionally close with. And as much as he loved physical attention, he never expected it from you. So once he got you laying down, he held you close. Never crossing a boundary. Just being there for you, secure.

He started messing with your again, "You know, I'm always here for you, love. And I know sometimes you just need to be with someone, and I love to be that person for you." He pauses, "But sometimes talking about it can make it worlds better. Right? And you don't have to. But I want you to know that you can, no matter what it's about."

Why was it so hard for you to open up? You've never felt shame around him, except when it came to this. God you hated yourself for feeling like this. You hated yourself for not being able to talk about it. You hated yourself, you hated yourself, you hated your-

"Hey!" Asmo squeezed you a bit. "You spaced out a second there. Seriously, hun, is everything alright?"

"Fuck" How did you ever start this. "Asmo, I.."

"It's okay, take your time."

"Asmo how are you so loving?"

"What do you mean?" He shifted so his legs were entangled with yours, pushing against your back.

You shuffled to face him. "I mean. You show your love to everyone. And you are so confident with it. Especially with how confident you are about loving yourself.."

And you could tell it clicked in his head, "Do you not? Love yourself, I mean." Diavolo, he sounded defeated. So broken at the thought that *you* didn't love yourself.

And your silence was as much of an answer as words.

"Dear. Loving yourself takes a long time. I mean, not for me! I've loved myself from the start!" Normally his antics make you smile or laugh, but it fell flat. "Alright seriously though hun, it's a lot of work. You have to accept all if your flaws, as well as your charms. And finding love for your flaws is so hard. I've seen near every person struggle to love themselves. And as much as I seem confident, it can be a struggle for me too. But a comfort is that everyone here loves you. All my brothers, Simeon, Solomon, Luke. Diavolo and Barbatos. Everyone. We are all here for you, whatever you need."

And you never thought that you could cry from feeling loved. But here you were, tears flowing down as you held Asmo tighter. "Is it really okay?"

"Oh sweetheart. " He kissed the top of your head. "You'll be alright. It's okay to lean on us. On me. You'll be alright. And trust me, if you can't find something to love about yourself, the rest of us will give you all the love you could ever ask for to make up for it. You've got time. And there is plenty to love."

Masterlist

An* Originally this was going to be a more specific fic, but I thought it flowed really well the way it is. So here you go!

[dy6nsty]

Orchid Giftbox

═════════ஓ๑♡๑ஓ═════════ Mountain Ghoul x AMAB! Reader Cw— Lingerie, Size/Height kink, Sub! reader, Dom! Mountain, Slight possessiveness, Porn with plot, Fingering, Anal!. ═════════ஓ๑♡๑ஓ═════════

It was a normal in the ministry; being given a list of tasks and duties to fulfill throughout the day before those retreated back to their rooms.

Per usual, you had just shut the door to your room. As you let the feeling of stress slowly seep from your mind—a box? A nicely wrapped box sat down on the foot of your bed. Who would give you a preset?

With a thought of curiosity and uncertainty, you slowly stepped towards the assumed present. It was decorated quite nicely! Castleton green base, with a lighter ribbon to finish it off.

Your hands gently fondled to take the bow off, setting it down on the bed comforter. Your hands pried open the box.

Inside you were left with— lingerie.

It was designed with see-through lace underwear and a bra shaped top, connecting both of the garments in one. Then, it had small fabric flowers cluttered all over. A large amount of what appeared to be roses right over brassiere, specifically covering the spot for nipples…

Your face turned into a bright red. Who would gift this to someone? You turned over the box, a small tag being on the box, decorated with hearts. Only name found: Mountain.

Mountain had been in your room? You slowly took the lingerie out of its capture and began to strip. It felt dumb to try an outfit made for sexual display on! —But you did it anyway.

It fit snugly. Clinging onto your body as everything poured out of it. Cock pressing up against the fabric.

You stared at the mirror in-front of you. Were you seriously wearing this? But it did in-fact look nice. The skimpy outfit showed everything off.

While you were checking yourself out a sudden knock at your bedroom door cut you off. Who could be there? What should you do!?

You grabbed a robe from the bathroom, throwing it over. Swiftly, you gently creaked open the door, peeking your head through the narrow gap.

“Y/n?” A familiar voiced questioned, it was Mountain. At that moment, a content sigh left your lips as you held the door more open now.

“Yeah?” You shuffled a bit nervously whilst replying to his question. Although, you did notice his eyes looking over every inch of you. What was he looking for?

His stare didn’t stop. The ghoul seemed to be in some sort of daze. His hand gently reached over, slight tugging at strap of lace that had sneaked its way out from the robe. “You have it on?” Shit. His tail swayed behind, subtly, but not so subtle to you.

Your head dipped down slowly, “Yes, why?” There was your question: Why? Mountain stayed quiet at your curiosity. His body manners turning more sheepish. “I wanted to see it on you.” He answered.

He wanted to see it? Why not. You stepped aside, inviting him in. Mountain shut the door himself, horns nearly scraping the top of the door frame. You slowly slipped the robe off your shoulders. Exposing it to him. You tossed the robe to the side, letting exposure settle in onto your body.

“Santanas.” Mountain murmured with wide eyes. His body moved towards you, hands settling down onto your hips. “Even better than I imagined.” Fingers trailing down your thighs. Pressing up against you, you could feel his boner hardening up against you.

“Lingerie all it take to make you excited, Mountain?” You asked him in a mocking manner. He shrugged and continued to look at your body. “When it comes to you, you’re all it takes.” He stated confidently. His hands rushing down to the pantie lining.

“May I?” He asked, which you nodded to. His hands regained back onto your hips, ushering you to against the wall, hands brushing all over, tongue dancing together. Your bodies moving and grinding together, wanting only more and more of one another.

By the time his hands are slipping over and under your lingerie, your backs pressed up against the bed sheets. Mountain uses his knees to spread open your legs, your body is trapped under his bringing a spread of warmth. He slowly leaned back, settling himself down on his knees and sliding off his pants, paying no mind to his boxers that lazily stayed down by his ankles.

His cock sprung right out from its enclosure. The ghoul leaned back down, rubbing his shaft against your clothed groin. A shiver ran down your spine. His hand slowly moved the over the undergarment over, revealing more of you to him.

His body shifted, leaning down, placing a gentle kiss on your abdomen. His fingers slowly lifting the lace straps off of your shoulders.

Meanwhile, his ring and middle finger pressed against your lips. “Open.” Which you complied to, opening your mouth. Sucking down on his fingers so he could use your own saliva as lubricant. Once you were down he positioned his fingers right up against your hole. A faint gasp slipped right past your lips as first his middle finger pushed itself past, and in.

A soft hum of amusement could be heard from the tall Ghoul. Mountain began to slowly plunge his finger out and deep into you. Writhing and gasping beneath him while his unoccupied hand held you stable by the hip. “Tell me if its hurts, alright?”

His movements were soft and gentle, treating you as if you were fragile. Touch tender while his finger intruded right into your walls. He pressed his ring finger up against your rim, slowly pushing forward— adding another finger. Your hands went up, clinging onto the headboard as a scorching pain washed over your thighs. Mountain gently shushed you, thrusting and curling his fingers deeper.

His goal was to stretch you out as much as he could. With the way his fingers moved it felt as if your brain was stirring around with mixed signals of ecstasy and pain.

Slowly, his fingers slid back out. The new feeling of being empty made you whine, peering up at him with glossy eyes. “I’m not started yet.” He reassured you, tucking a few strands of hair between your ear.

The earth-Ghoul slowly settled himself between your legs, throbbing cock gently laid on top of your own erection. A groan filled the void of silence as he re-positioned his dick in-front of your agape hole.

His hands grasped your waist tighter as he shoved his the head of his staff inside your walls. His groan and your cry mixing together in the tension filled silence.

Mountain thrusted himself in once more, you wrapped tight around him. “Fuck–” He gasped, head tilting back while he tried his best to fuck into you.

He slid back out before slamming right back in. His length stretched you out in every direction, his cock could practically break you. Your head laid down on the pillow, hair messy and breathing heavy with each thrust Mountain plowed into you with. Grunts and moans synchronizing together, member buried deep within. while he rutted into you.

His eyes half opened while they focused on yours. Every facial expression, the way you reacted, the way your body was simply smaller than his, he loved it. Lust and craving given into every thrust to reach deeper and deeper into you. Mountain dipped his head into the crook of your neck, kissing down and up to your jaw than your collar bones. Slowly driving himself deeper into your depths, pre-cum helping him along the way.

As he slowly sank more and more into the rougher he became, chasing after his own orgasm. “Fuck.” He huffed, steadying his hands onto your hips. “You feel good, so good.” Mountain murmured breathlessly against your neck. The feeling of you wrapped around him had him going crazy.

Overtime him movement became more erratic, drifting back before thrusting back in roughly. The sensation of him pushing against your sweet spot made your back arch, fingers curling around any surface they could. Mountain continued: Lean back, and fuck himself back into you. Every time he slammed back in he reached deeper and deeper, reaching closer to stumble over the edge.

His nails dug into your skin, the sound of skin slapping together filling the room, your eyes rolling back with each thrust. More and more until you finally let out that cry of ecstasy he had so desperately needed.

Mountain’s full length was no engulfed by you, cum filling you right up as a content sigh left his lips. . .

[thegigilwriter]

18 | “Danger & Star, Rooster & Angel” — Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Female Mitchell OC

Summary. 26-year-old Lucy Asa Mitchell did not know what was in store for her when she first bumped into Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw. After an instant mutual connection followed by a sweet whirlwind romance that swept both their feet, Lucy found herself being immersed deeper into Bradley’s world of the Navy, F-14s, and deployments. What she didn’t expect was finding was the answer to an elusive part of her past — the identity of her long-lost father.

Chapter Summary. As a part of Lucy’s birthday celebration, the pair of them are on the road to America’s best aquarium’s en route to a Coldplay concert. Romantic mornings and nerd Lucy up ahead!

Masterlist

Keywords/Warnings: Spice bordering on smut, fluff

18 | Monterey Bay 🐋

September 28, 2023

Ding!

Lucy pulled the tray of cookies out from the oven and carefully inspected them before setting them on the cooling rack and preparing a container for them. She then averted her attention towards the egg fried rice in the pan, stirred it briefly, and added the chives that she had previously cut. The tocino was sizzling in a nearby pan and the soup boiling in another pot. Just as she was about to feed her pets and water her plants in the short interlude of preparing breakfast and packaging ngroad trip snacks, two arms encircled her waist from behind and she felt something something tickle the shell of her ear.

“Happy Birthday baby,ˮ he chuckled with deep morning voice that sent a shiver down Lucyʼs spine. She turned around and placed her hands on his hard, bare chest as he kissed the top of her head. Their lips met sweetly... there was something so addicting about kissing Bradley Bradshaw. Lucy couldnʼt put a finger on whether it was his mustache or that perhaps he had a lot of practice... whatever it was, Bradley always knew how to love her right.

“Okay new rule,ˮ he spoke. “No getting out of bed unless you have cuddled me for at least ten minutes.ˮ

“Is that so?ˮ Lucy cocked a brow.

“Yes,ˮ Bradley said seriously. “10 minutes. No more and no less.ˮ

“Youʼre silly...ˮ she laughed. “And just where did your shirt go?ˮ

“Hey, do you have any idea how stressful for me it is to wake up and my Angel isnʼt beside me?ˮ

Lucy laughed.

“And I donʼt think the latter question is relevant because clearly, youʼre enjoying yourself right now.ˮ

She giggled, tracing the outline of his abs and his chest — broad and firm and warm. Lucy hummed placing her head against his chest with a lazy smile.

“All mine,ˮ she giggled.

“Thatʼs right, Angel.ˮ

They stayed that way for a little while, his arms around her and his nose in her hair. Bradley cupped her cheek and tilted her chin to meet her eyes.

“You feel alright, baby?ˮ He whispered.

“Of course I do,ˮ she whispered back. “Itʼs my birthday and thereʼs a Greek god of a man standing in my kitchen with his shirt off.ˮ

He laughed and let his thumb graze her cheek. The tear tracks had gone and her eyes sparkled with love in the morning light that seeped from the shutters. He kissed her hands softly and held them in his large palms.

“Love your nails,ˮ he remarked softly. Lucy smiled at them. They were almond shaped in a pearl french chrome with little gold and silver embellishments that mimicked stars and flowers.

“I almost didnʼt get them done if it werenʼt for Phoenix,ˮ she replied.

“Why?ˮ

Lucy paused. She could hear Phoenixʼs words ringing in her periphery.

“...But... donʼt make him feel that youʼre pushing him away, okay? He hates that.“

“I... uh,ˮ Lucy began. “T-Thereʼs this guy at work that made me feel that the only reason I was up for this promotion Iʼm in the running for...was because Iʼm receiving special treatment for being the only g-girl on the team.ˮ

Bradley was mildly surprised when Lucy confided this to him. Usually, she would put it off until he asked again... or later in the day when they lay with each other on her purple couch or on her bed.

“Any chance,ˮ he whispered. “That I may... know his charming gentlemanʼs name?ˮ

“And why would I let you?ˮ

“Maybe I can pay him a little visit?ˮ Bradley smiled. “Show him a little appreciation?ˮ

“Bradley,ˮ Lucy laughed.

“What?ˮ He replied innocently. “Canʼt I?ˮ

“Not with that look in your eye,ˮ she smiled. “Heʼs not worth it... Besides, weʼve got more important things to attend to— like breakfast.ˮ

“Right,ˮ Bradley conceded. “How dare I deprive my Angel of morning sustenance?ˮ

Lucy giggled as Bradley pressed a passionate kiss to her lips. In the heat of the moment, he lifted her on the counter and let his hands rest on the sides of her neck. As their lips moved, Lucy could feel his hardening length graze her thigh which in turn sent pleasurable scintillations straight to her core. They separated shortly, lips flushed and cheeks bright red. Lucy ran a hand through his locks affectionately and Bradley took her hand and lifted it to his lips.

Bradley and Lucy were four hours and 12 minutes away from San Diego in his Bronco, singing to ‘My Girlʼ by The Temptations. Lucy was feeding Bradley bites of the chocolate chip cookies she had baked earlier and from time to time, Bradley would playfully nip at her fingers with a wink.

“Hey Angel,ˮ he called to her over the hum of the music.

“Yes?ˮ

“I wouldnʼt mind, you know,ˮ he began. “If we slept in different rooms at the hotel. Iʼve already—“

“Itʼs fine Bradley,ˮ she assured with tinted cheeks. “Besides... I canʼt really sleep as well without you anyway... not anymore.ˮ

Bradley looked over at Lucy, her shaded eyes set straight on the road, mumbling the lyrics, dancing in her seat, and occasionally sipping at her iced macchiato. He reached over to hold her hand in his and she smiled at him as he drew circles at the back of her hand. Later that night in Monterey, Bradley would sleep shirtless again and have Lucy tucked into his arms.

The aquarium wasnʼt opening until 10:30 in the morning, and as per agreement, Lucy remained beside Bradley even as he slumbered on — deciding that the pair of them needed a cozy lie-in from the tiresome drive from San Diego. Lucy ascertained in this moment that she loved watching Bradley sleep more than anything. She loved his honeyed strands and his perfect lips that were slightly ajar. She envied the length of his lashes and the tone of his body. She adored how one arm seemed to be always perched around her even in an unconscious state — she always felt as if she was being protected and no harm could reach whenever she was in his proximity. Without breaking his grasp, she reached for the telephone at her bedside and dialed for breakfast.

She had corresponded with the menu yesternight and previously recalled Bradleyʼs flavor preferences. He had been staying over very often for longer periods of time, not that Lucy minded, but it meant accommodating what he liked to eat. She was thrilled to finally buy spiced Pinakurat vinegar from the Asian store and really having to use it because Bradley enjoyed spicy and sour profiles. In addition, as much as she prefers to pay for the groceries since Bradley had been covering the expense of nearly every one of their dates, he liked to help with that too. It was a good thing that Bradley could barely cook — otherwise Lucy couldnʼt express affection through food. Cooking and food, she recently realized, is her love language.

“Hi,ˮ she uttered softly into phone. “Weʼre at room 309 and weʼd like to order breakfast…”

“Great,ˮ Lucy smiled. “So...ˮ

Bradley cracked one eye open at the quiet commotion. He yawned, feeling Lucy squirm slightly in his arm. It took a while for his ears to begin registering her whispers or for his mind to realize that it was already morning. Bradley whined softly, burying his nose in Lucyʼs locks — breathing in the sweet, vanilla notes in her scent.

“Can I have an English Breakfast please?... Yes... with everything on it... do you mind adding something spicy in it?... yes smoked ketchup and hot sauce would be great, thank you...ˮ

Bradley smiled, beginning to trail kisses from her neck and exposed shoulder. Lucy raised a hand to caress his curls.

“The crepe would be nice... and can you go ahead and add an Americano and a sweetened Earl Grey with some milk, please?... Thank you, Anna...ˮ

Lucy put down the receiver carefully before turning to face Bradley, smiling up at him.

“Good morning,ˮ he rasped.

“Hello,ˮ she chuckled. “Did you sleep well?ˮ

“Mmmhhh,ˮ he sighed, kissing her forehead and holding her close.

Lucy kissed his neck and nipped his collarbones affectionately. Bradley moaned when she began to lick the skin. Using the reserved strength in his arms he lifted Lucy effortlessly on top of him, straddling his waist. She bent down to catch his hungry lips and their lips were set ablaze in a fiery passion. Lucy didnʼt even realize when she started to move her hips against his until she felt his erection through his boxers. When she gasped at the feeling, Bradley slipped his tongue deeper into her mouth. Lucy felt a tingling sensation in her core that she couldnʼt ignore and it left her breathless... Bradley felt the atmosphere between them become warmer and warmer. He swore that he was gonna cum in his boxers just looking at her flushed expression and listening to her delicate whimpers — thatʼs when Lucy experienced a violent and a pleasurable convulsion that interrupted the very equilibrium of her body. She moaned loudly before resting against Bradleyʼs chest, heaving and slicked in sweat.

“Angel...ˮ Bradley called to her. “Did you just... Baby?ˮ

Lucy was hiding her face in his hands on Bradleyʼs chest. He sat up, Lucy still straddling his waist. He pried the fingers that cupped her pretty face before kissing her pink cheeks.

“Whatʼs wrong, Angel?ˮ He whispered. “Was that... was that your first time?ˮ

“Iʼve done it with my fingers before,ˮ she whispered back. “But never... never that h-hard.ˮ

Bradley smiled, tucking the stray hairs from her face behind her ear. “Iʼm a v-virgin...ˮ

“Thereʼs nothing wrong with that,ˮ he replied gently.

“Iʼm n-not ready yet, Bradley... for y-you know...ˮ

“And thatʼs completely okay, Angel.ˮ He assured her, kissing her hands. “Weʼll take it slow... and with only what youʼre comfortable with... I promise.ˮ

Lucy smiled, kissing the bridge of his nose sweetly. Eventually a knock on the door announced their breakfast, and they enjoyed it together with Lucy on Bradleyʼs lap. They exchanged bites of each otherʼs breakfast, and Bradley found it quite amusing whenever he fed her something even mildly spicy.

“How do you even enjoy this?ˮ Lucy breathed deeply, the tip of her tongue slipping from her lips. “This isnʼt flavor, itʼs pain! This isnʼt funny, Bradley!ˮ

Bradley continue to laugh, kissing her cheek as he spooned some of the cream for her Earl Grey and let her sip some to ease the burn in her mouth.

“Woah,ˮ Lucyʼs eyes sparkled. The Kelp Forest exhibit of the Monterey Bay Aquarium was even more amazing than she had ever imagined. How shards of sunlight streamed through the water and refracted against the vibrant yellows and greens of the kelp, which swayed delicately against the artificial current. The exhibit towers at 28 feet tall with four window panels outlined in black, positioned like one side of an octagon. The design feels like itʼs maximizing the ambience of the forest — as if emulating one of its inhabitants perspective in the eyes of one who behold it. Lucy rushed up against the glass, mouth ajar and eyes wide like a child seeing a magic show for the first time. There goes a leopard shark! Oohh, some otters! Behold, a wolf eel! Bradley followed her, his hands in his pockets as he came up behind her.

“Like it?ˮ He chuckled.

“Like it?ˮ She looked at him as if he had grown a second head. “Bradley, I love it! Did you know that this is the first exhibit that successfully propagated a living kelp forest?ˮ

“No I did not,ˮ he mused.

“Do you have any idea how difficult it must be to keep this alive?ˮ She breathed deeply. “This right here is at least 300,000 gallons. There must be a wave machine that mimics the ocean surges to keep it healthy. Iʼm not even gonna begin to get into daily maintenance — pruning, checking water quality, population control...ˮ

Bradley let Lucy ramble on and on... staring at the way her eyes were lit up and the cute wrinkle in her brow. One of things that he first noticed about his Lucy was her passion as a marine biologist — and being in one of the best aquariums in all the worldʼs aquariums certainly lit a fire under her.

“...This Bradley,ˮ she said with a sigh. “Is one of the most important ecosystems in our ocean — if not the most. Itʼs a shame weʼre losing them because they contribute so much. Theyʼre homes to so many species, they protect coastlines, they play a role in carbon sequestration — which is important to climate change mind you...ˮ

Bradley and Lucy left the exhibit 90 minutes later, after Lucy had fan-girled and stated at least one fact for every single creature they encountered. They concluded their time at the Kelp Forest exhibition after Lucy took one last photo with a wandering California sheep-head. Lucy held on to Bradleyʼs arm the entire time, passing by the exhibits on the way to the new ‘Into The Deepʼ Exhibit that was on the far end of the aquarium.

They descended down a basement and each level going down represented a certain milestone of depth. Isopods, interesting-looking corals, long-legged crabs, and odd-faced fishes inhabited the sea floor. Ethereal, transparent jellies and similar creatures in the mid-waters — the in-between of the sunlit sea and dark underwater. In deep water — angler-fish, viperfish, big red jellies, octopuses, blob sculpins.

It was amazing to Bradley how Lucy explained everything to him in great detail without referring to a single provided infographic. Her knowledge on marine biology was both broad and comprehensive. She was so impressive that even fellow guests slowed down to listen in to her. She used jargon sparingly but effectively and listed many facts that were both interesting and relevant. She emphasized the important role of many sea creatures to the environment and how efforts of conservation are not in vain. Though Lucy was sincerely enthusiastic about all the sea creatures they encountered so far, she most impressed at the bloody belly comb jelly in the mid water region of the Into the Deep Exhibit.

“Bradley, look!ˮ She exclaimed, ogling at the comb jelly specimen. Its appearance amused Bradley. To him, its shape is akin to a neck pillow if it were more peculiarly shaped — with a more pointed apex and a more pronounced round bottoms. It floated peacefully in its dark enclosure, flitting around with the help of cilia, arranged in neat comb-like rows that surrounded the jellyfish. The jellyfish had a translucent body but a characteristic red belly. Pretty light illuminated the length of the creatureʼs body and reflected off of Lucyʼs bright eyes.

“This particular creature was first described by this Aquariumʼs very research institute and the first and only in the world to ever keep it in captivity,ˮ She said in one breath. “Itʼs so unique because unlike normal jellyfish it doesnʼt sting — it uses colloblasts (or the sticky cells on its tentacles) to seek out its prey. Researchers also think that having a red belly is their own form of defense mechanism because the color conceals the bioluminescence they ingest from their prey...ˮ

“It looks cute,ˮ Bradley smiled. “He looks happy.ˮ

“It does,ˮ Lucy replied. “Thatʼs one of the reasons Iʼm so drawn to this particular jelly. Iʼm gonna name this one... Crimson. Crimmy the Comb Jelly.ˮ

Bradley chuckled, kissing her forehead tenderly. A few fishes down, something caught Bradleyʼs eye. It looked a fairy, a sort of willʼ-o-the-wisp — something that appeared ethereal and wonderful. It had a transparent little body with a yellow core that appeared to glow bright from within. It had two little horns on the top of its head and a pair of small wings that beat forward and backward rhythmically. Bradley looked at its placard — Sea Angels. It was a type of snail, that instead of the mucosal feet that land snail had, they were adapted to have parapodia or wings instead. Though they may appear innocent, they are savage predators that can suck the life out of their preyʼs shell. Sea Angels, he repeated once more in his mind. Angel like Lucy.

From afar, Lucy was waving him down into the deep water region of the exhibition. When they had concluded their visit at the aquarium, they both left with a souvenir of their own— for Lucy, a holograph display of a floating blood belly comb jelly and for Bradley another holograph display of a swimming sea angel.

“Thank you for today Daddy,ˮ she whispered in his ear after they had piled into his Bronco. She took his hand and kissed his knuckles sweetly. “I really appreciate it.ˮ

“Birthday treat number one done and weʼre off to number two,ˮ he grinned, kissing her hand in return.

And the love fest continues! 💕 See you at 19 | Fix You Under a Sky Full of Stars!

Taglist: @itsarabellebabes

[slutforaemond]

What if Aemond and his s/o would have a huge height difference?

Aemond would not let go of a single chance to tease you about it.

Any silly argument would end up with him just casually picking you up and walking off while you would squirm in his hold demanding to be put down.

He would occasionally use the top of your head as an armrest, enjoying the way it would immediately set you off in a frenzy of curses at him and his infernally giant disposition.

His witty remarks at the expense of your short stature would be never ending.

But he made sure he was the only one to do so. Any attempts by Aegon to pull your leg regarding your height would earn a flaming glare from the one eyed prince.

Although you would be tormented by his jokes, the size difference wouldn't always a bad thing. You would always feel so protected as his larger frame would engulf yours completely, making you feel as if nothing in this world could ever reach you as long as you were in his embrace.

You would make him sit on the bed so that you could comb and braid his silver hair, while he would rest his face upon your chest like a child. Only while sitting you could see him eye to eye without straining your neck.

Strolling in the garden would always prove to be a challenging task, to you at least. You would huff while walking with all your might to catch up with Aemond's long strides. You would tug at his sleeves desperately to let him know he's walking to fast. Aemond would then conciously make effort to take smaller steps , making it look like an awkward shuffle which you found hillariously cute.

You would joke about how looking up at him all times causes your neck to ache, but he would take it seriously and start massaging your neck gently with a worried expression.

Aemond would always tag behind you to the library to help you reach the books on twg higher shelf. Somehow the library sessions would always deviate from innocently reading out sappy romance to being pressed up against the shelf by Aemond. You were so smaller than him that he could could just pick you up and you could cling onto the entire time as he would have his way with your body.

The hot steamy passion would always end up with you being fizzed out by his never fading stamina. Aemond would wrap his leather jacket around you and pick up your curled up form with much ease and take you to your bed to hopefully continue the steamy endeavours.

The next morrow you would find yourself sprawled on top of Aemond. You would try to scramble off of him wondering whether he was feeling uncomfortable, only to be held in a vice like embrace by still the half asleep prince.

When both of you would finally leave the bed, Aemond would content himself with watching you scurring about the room like a little rabbit, gathering his jacket and belt before he leaves for the court.

Finally satisfied with yourself, you would climb up the bed and stand up while spread your arms waiting for Aemond to give you a goodbye kiss.

Aemond would chuckle and oblige.

As standing on the bed was the only time you were slightly taller than him you would imitate him by pressing a kiss on his forehead and look down at him with a cocky smirk, which would be wiped off and replaced with a squeel as Aemond would whip you off your feet twirling you around in his arms before giving you a final hug with you pressing your face on his chest and him kissing the top of your head lovingly.

[kabukibun]

Xiao/Reader/Albedo Threesome (submissive tops!)

“Albedo! There you are,” a sweet kiss is placed upon the alchemist’s cheek as his lover approached him. “Xiao finally has some free time tonight. I was wondering if that is ready for us yet?” A rosy tint covered Albedo’s cheeks as he nodded. “Perfect! I’ll meet you at my place as planned.” “How much of this are we supposed to take?” Xiao curiously asked as he sniffed the bottle. He was surprisingly willing to drink the strange elixir, despite claiming there was no need for him to do so. His adeptal stamina would be more than enough for him to last several rounds.   “Splitting the bottle evenly amongst the three of us is enough to produce satisfactory results.” Even after two years of this relationship, Albedo always spoke formally when it came to his work. “I’ve got the tea ready for us! We just mix it, correct?” You turned to Albedo, who nodded at your statement. His pants were already tightening at the prospects of what would occur tonight. It had been a while since the three of you had gathered for a night of indecency. With Xiao busy in Liyue and Albedo working on his research in Mondstat, you did your best to divide your time evenly with each of them. Truthfully, he enjoyed having you all to himself while you visited him in Mondstat. Nothing could compare to having your undivided attention as he fucked his pathetic cock into your core. But as a good puppy, he had to share you. Upon drinking the tea, you could instantly feel the heat rising within you. Your hole fluttered in anticipation, wetness beginning to pool. As for Xiao and Albedo, their whines soon filled the room. Xiao’s face flushed at how fast his cock hardened, precum spilling from his tip and forming a wet spot on his pants. He quickly peeled all his clothes off, cooing at the sensitivity as the cloth rubbed on his hard on. Albedo was no better. Heavy breaths leaving his pretty pink lips as he shakily palmed himself. He followed in Xiao’s footsteps and removed his clothes. He couldn’t stand the heat anymore, he had to cum. “Y/N,” he chanted, “It’s hot, s’hot.. I wanna cum. Can I cum? Ahhh, soo good, wanna cum.” Albedo continued jerking his cock, crying out for you to touch him. He looked so pretty, layed out for you to touch and use him as you please. However, he deserved a bit of punishment. You looked over at Xiao, making eye contact with him as he held his own cock in his hand. He waited for your instruction. “Hmmm, such a good boy, Xiao. You see this, Albedo? He waited for me to tell him to touch himself. I think he deserves a reward.” Albedo cooed his no’s. He couldn’t help himself, he begged. “Please, please. I’m sorry! It’s just so.. sensitive. I had to touch, I had to!” “C’mere Xiao,” you ignored his pleas, “What do you want baby? Hm? I’ll give you anything. Xiao pawed at your chest and he stuttered out, “I.. I wanna fuck you. Please, I wanna be inside of you.” Your thumb pulled grazed over his bottom lip before you kissed him. Tongue dancing with his until he pulled away to breathe. Panting as he awaited your answer. You laid down on the bed beside Albedo, turning your head to look at him. “You’re gonna watch Xiao fuck me. I don’t want you looking away, understand?” Albedo eagerly nodded, the sooner his punishment was over, the sooner he could touch you. Xiao crawled his way to you, lining his cock with your entrance. Moans spilling from his lips as he slowly slid in. “Fuck, fuck! Feels so good. So tight and warm -ah!- gonna cum!” Your legs wrapped around his waist, pushing the rest of his length inside. “W-wait! I’m seriously gonna cum, don’t move, don’t move. Ah!” His warm cum spilled within you, true to his word. Your body shook, orgasm coursing within you as his cock continued to twitch. “Haa, that was good Xiao, keep going, okay?” He shook his head. “So sensitve, it hurts! But feels so good, I.. ha..” He hips stuttered forward and before long he set himself a rhythm. He buried his face in your shoulder, biting and sucking. “Gonna cum again!” Xiao slammed into, pressing into you as far as he could, thighs shaking as he settled himself on top of you. Albedo whined at your side. Xiao already came two times and he hasn’t even gotten the chance to touch himself properly! “Your turn,” your words pulled him out of pouty thoughts. “What do you want Albedo?” You whispered into his ears, causing shivers to run down his body. “I want you to touch me, please. Anything, just touch me!” You traced your fingers from the marking on his neck, lightly pinching his nipples along the way to hear him yelp, before your fingers make their way to the inside of his thighs. The markings you had left from the last time the two of you had made love were faded, barely visible. Just as Xiao had done to you, your mouth finds skin to lap and bite at on his inner thigh. So close to where he wanted you and not close enough. You pull away to inspect your work with a happy hum. “No more teasing,” he begs, hips thrusting to catch any friction. You blow air onto his cock, watching as it twitches at the sensation. Before Albedo could whine again, you lick a stripe on the underside of length, kissing the tip before taking him into your mouth. “So wet! Feels so warm! More, more!” You take as much as you can into your mouth, swallowing and humming to stimulate him further. His hands find purchase in your hair, silently begging. You look up at his teary eyes and nod. He hold your head in place as he pounds into your mouth. “Your mouth is so good! I’m gonna cum! Please, can I come? Please, please?” You hum in affirmation, how could you say no when he begged so cutely? He shoves his cock down your throat, stilling as he unloads all his cum. You pull away, swiping what spilled from your lips and giving Albedo a taste of himself. You gripped Albedo’s cock, pumping as squelching noises filled the room from the wetness your mouth had provided. “Give me one more good one, Albedo. Then you’ll be even with Xiao, okay?” He eagerly nodded. Your thumbed toyed with his slit, rubbing and occasionally using your tongue to prod at the sensitive area. His heaving alerts you of his oncoming high and you open your mouth, catching whatever spurt onto your face. “So messy, Albedo.” Xiao immediately comes to your side, licking at whatever remained on your face. His hard cock rubbed at your side, letting you know he was ready to go again. Albedo approached you as well, hands grazing over your hips. “It’s a good thing we have all night to clean up, huh?”

[thecameronchronicles]

Eighteen 3

TW: Cheating. Smut. Language. 

SUMMARY: Your affair with Rafe is discovered and he has to make a choice…

WORD COUNT: 1300

*REQUESTED*

iovdrew asked:

we NEED a part 3 of eighteen and when her sister finds out, I BEG YOU😭

Eighteen 3

Don’t make a sound.

His warning reverberated through your mind as his tongue made those familiar circuits around your clit until you would find temporary relief in the suck made as you would tremble close to that release, edging you enough to prolong this moment as this had been the first time in two weeks you were able to spend more than a flirtatious glance to each other that was quickly averted to remain undetected. For that, you both wanted to savor this, even risking discovery as you were separated from your sister, his girlfriend, by a simple wall and a pantry door left ajar. 

“Where the hell is he?!” You heard your sister curse. 

“His truck is out front!” Although your parents tried to calm her down and your head turned to the small sliver of light allowed by the door left parted, he would rise to you, fingers replacing where his tongue recently ran in stride. 

“Rafe, we have to-”

“You know the deal. I don’t stop, ‘till you’re shaking.” He looked down to your hands, trembling, as you had lifted them to show him. 

“Not from fear…from how good it feels…You know that…So if we get caught, it’s because you weren’t the good girl you usually are-” Her steps neared towards the pantry. 

“Because I found these!” She answered her mother when asked why she was so livid. From the positioning you were set, you and Rafe could see a familiar pair of panties, yours, that she held on the edges of her fingers. But where Rafe found humor, you were horrified. 

“Guess I should have hid those-”

“Rafe-”

“Maybe it’s a good thing-” But as you tried to push him off he was more aggressive with you, forcing you still with the feeling of his cock between your folds. 

“You said you were mine.”

“I-I am…But-”

“Then that means you don’t question me. You trust in me. You let me have you when and where I want. So shut that pretty little mouth before I come in it.” You were lifted around him, making you gasp, as he made your back arch against the pantry wall, your body in tremors rather quickly as the thrill of this adrenaline had made you both orgasm rather quickly, having to do so quietly, as harsh grips and pulls made this possible. 

“Rafe-”

“It’s going to be fine.”

“I can’t do this anymore-”

“My dripping cock says differently.” He narrowed his eyes in humor as you shook your head. 

“I’m serious-”

“I am protecting you by doing it this way-”

“I understand we can’t put this on billboards or make a hashtag or anything…but it can’t happen anymore-” He silenced you with a kiss, a grip to your jaw keeping you from pulling away from him as you tried. 

“Rafe-” You were silenced again. 

“I gave you that option last time…You’re just scared-”

“Yeah…because she can ruin both of us…”

“Let her try. I’m not letting anyone hurt you.”

“You do, Rafe. Every time you go back to her.” You pushed past him and into the kitchen after ensuring you were alone, returning to your room, winded and fighting tears, only to hear the door open behind you. 

“I mean it Ra-” You paused when you realized your sister was in the doorframe, lacking the courtesy to make civil conversation before making it about her as she threw her weight onto your bed. 

“I knew he was pulling away from me…but he’s cheating on me with a girl who wears babydoll underwear…like seriously, is she like six?!” She held up the familiar panties you’d trusted him to hide or dispose of. 

“Maybe they’re Topper’s girlfriend’s? Kelce?”

“Please, Rafe doesn’t share anything-except his cock apparently…”

You screwed your eyes closed as you distracted yourself with the laundry left on the top of your dresser. 

“I think I know who it is too…That Kiara girl…She seems like the type…I mean she’s always hanging around all those boys from The Cut and she has a reputation, you know…plus there was a rumor her and Rafe had a thing before him and I got together-”

“Did you ever think to ask him?”

“He says I’m crazy…But I know, I can tell…He won’t even touch me and I’M crazy. You know what bothers me the most…they're  familiar….like I’ve seen these before…”

You swallowed hard, feeling more claustrophobic by the second as she was suddenly at your side. 

“You’d tell me if you saw anything, right?” She asked hopefully as you nodded. But upon doing so, her eyes fell to a specific fabric of laundry you’d put away, identical to the ones held around her pinched fingers. With a brow arched, she held it to view. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“I-” A slap came to your cheek as held your face while she huffed in place. 

“You think because you're eighteen now, it makes you something?! You think-” At the sound of the argument came Rafe barreling up the steps, having been prepared to leave prior to this. 

“What is-” When he saw the panties around her fingers and the tears down your cheek, the sigh tof the strike in place, he was quick to advance towards you both. 

“It isn't her fault-”

“So you forced her? Yeah, I don’t think so. I know she’s had a thing for you ever since she COULD have those feelings!” Rafe looked at you with pity to know you harbored a crush that your sister acted on. 

“You didn’t even like him…” You muttered as she turned to face you. 

“What’d you say? Surprised you can say anything with how much cock-”

“You only dated him because you were bored! Because he was single and you had nothing else to do. You knew how I felt about him-”

“And you were sixteen! You think anything is gonna come of this? He is going to fuck you until he’s done with you. Realizing you’re nothing but something new to stick his cock into. Pathetic! And YOU,” She turned to Rafe. “Are a pervert! And a cheater! And-”

“I love her.” Rafe confessed. “So you better think of the next words you say VERY carefully.” He spoke behind clenched teeth. He squared against her. 

“I’ve watched you beat her down into nothing…she deserves better than you…I’m not saying I do…cause you’re right with everything you said. But SHE deserves better. So think twice.” He validated as your sister just scoffed. 

“You deserve each other. Fuck you both to hell.”

Before you could speak, Rafe had interjected, “I’m sorry. You’re right. I shouldn’t have let it get this far for you…I’m sorry.” You were stunned, as everything seemed to happen so quickly. The recent rendezvous, the discovery of your affair, the surprise confession of his love for you, and now his absence, which would make it all the way out of your house before you were able to follow after him. 

“Rafe!”

“I meant it, I didn’ t-” You silenced him with a kiss. 

“You also said you were mine.” His eyes narrowed. “Which means you don’t question ME…right?” He nodded. 

“Then just take me anywhere but here…” You turned back towards the house, finding your sister standing in the kitchen glaring at you both. 

“Please…anywhere…” Without a need for further convincing, he pulled you to the back of his bike, offering his helmet to you, before looking to see your sister racing after you. 

“I hope you wreck!” She called as he would only turn to face you, a soft kiss giving her the proverbial middle finger as you wrapped your arms around Rafe’s chest, before your finger popped upright, giving her the literal ‘bird’, before driving away with the man you loved…

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