#starting by slowly dipping my toes back in though lol

[candlewaxandp0lar0ids]

You are back 🥺

Hiiii, yes, I'm... tentatively back? I'm done with my studies and if my mental health/job lets me breathe I'd love to be here more 😊

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Mine

Summary: Only noticing you had put on his shirt when you were out of the house and on your way to work, you did not think much of it. Joel on the other hand had a lot of thoughts when he found you wearing his shirt.

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem. reader

Wordcount: 1.2k

Rating: E

Warnings: porn with very little plot, smut (unprotected sex) cum play, one ass slap, dirty talk, mentions of reader having her tubes tied pre-outbreak

A/N: dipping my toes into the Joel Miller pit. Vague descriptions cause the only things I know about TLOU is what I have seen in the first episode lol Not edited. Just filthy thoughts

You were late. 

You were very late this morning, it’s why you just grabbed what vaguely looked like your clothes as you got dressed on your way out of his place. 

Joel had only mumbled something in his sleep when you got out of his bed, his body seeking your warmth turning onto his stomach, taking your pillow as substitute as he cuddled it against his chest. The blanket slipped from his body, revealing his naked back, and a peek of his ass. 

You smiled to yourself, fighting the urge to climb back into bed with him as you walked out and got to work. 

It was only when you were outside that you noticed you had grabbed his jeans shirt, his musky manly scent lingering in your nose as you wrapped the fabric closer around your body. 

It made you feel safe. 

Protected. 

Feelings you had forgotten existed until Joel showed up out of the blue and saved your life. 

You were too late to change out of the shirt. He wouldn’t mind. He would probably not notice. 

Oh how wrong you were.

“Where are you going?” you asked, following him down the street. Joel had showed up close to your lunch break, leaning against the wall of the house at the other side of the street. His eyes fixed on you. 

“My place,” he grumbled. 

“Why? No way you’re finished for today,” you asked confused why he was here in the first place and not at work himself. He should be starting right about now.

He stopped walking and you ran into his back from the sudden stop, your hands coming to rest on his hips.

“You gotta change your shirt,” he said, looking at you over his shoulder.

“What? Why?” you frowned. He turned around, leaning in closely. 

“Cause knowing you’re out here wearing my shirt is making me fucking hard,” he growled low and you gulped. 

“Oh,” you blinked at him and he raised his left eyebrow, his eyes wandering down your body. 

“Yeah, Oh,” he nodded, before he turned away to walk towards his place.

“Looks better on you though,” he hummed and you scoffed. 

“That’s cause you haven’t seen yourself wearing it,” you grinned, running after him and you could see his lips almost twitching into one of those rare smiles. 

“Get your ass home. Now,” he said, looking at you until you turned around and walked. 

He had your back pressed against the wall as soon as the door was closed behind you, his lips on yours, his hands pulling at your shirt as you unbuckled his belt. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, both of his hands palming your breasts while you pushed his pants down so you could wrap your hand around his cock. 

“Gotta be fast, need to be back in twenty,” you mumbled. He nodded before he turned away, pulling his pants down, clearly wanting to do this in bed. He turned his head to look at you over his shoulder, seeing you grin. 

“What? I’m too old and tired to fuck you against the wall.”

You rolled your eyes, undressing as you followed him. 

“You weren’t too old last week,” you pushed him down on his bed, climbing into his lap. 

“Keep it on,” he said as you began to slip the shirt off your shoulders. You sucked your bottom lip in and nodded, your hands running up his chest. 

“Didn’t know you’d mind me wearing your clothes that much,” you hummed, rolling your hips slowly, his cock slipping through your wet pussy, making you moan lowly. 

“Less talking, more fucking,” he slapped your ass once before his hands came to rest on your hips, guiding your movements.

“Yes, Sir,” you saluted mockingly and he huffed a laugh, pulling your upper body down, his lips crashing on yours. 

You reached between your bodies, gripping his cock to line him up against you. With a sigh you parted from his lips, slowly sinking down on his length. It was a stretch, moments like this made you miss the good old days of lube. You rested your hands on his chest, sucking your lip between your teeth.

“Doing so good for me baby,” he groaned. He brought his fingers to his lips, wetting them. Slick with his saliva his fingers found your clit, rubbing slow circles as he looked into your eyes. 

You rolled your hips against his, his cock filling you perfectly. 

“Want you to sit on my face when I get back later,” he said, his other hand running up your body, playing with your tits.

“Yeah?” you asked, breathless. He nodded. 

“Want to fucking drown in your pussy. Best pussy I ever had,” he smirked. You whimpered.

Slowly you began to ride him, getting wetter and wetter as he kept touching you, the bed creaking beneath you.

“Fuck,” you moaned, moving a little faster. 

“Ride that dick,” he growled and you gasped. Both of his hands were on your hips now, gripping you as he began to fuck up into you. 

“Joel…” you whimpered, meeting his thrusts. 

“Shit, wish we had more time,” he groaned and you smiled. You leaned down, kissing him. His hands wandered under your shirt, up your back, keeping you against his chest. 

“Later,” you hummed against his lips. 

“Later,” he agreed. 

“Now, make me cum, Miller,” you teased and he growled, flipping you so you were laying on your back, staring up at him. He was so fucking broad, it was ridiculous. 

And he was all yours.

He began to move then, his big hands gripping your thighs, fucking you with quick fast thrusts. He spit on your pussy, making it even wetter.

“Cum for me,” he groaned. You brought one hand down to rub your clit as he fucked you. You cried out his name, your walls clenching his cock as he fucked you through your orgasm.

“Always get so fucking tight, fuck…” he hissed, thrusting a couple more times until he twitched inside you, pumping his cum into you. He stayed inside as he leaned down kissing you sloppily. 

“Really glad I had my tubes tied before the world went to hell,” you mumbled against his lips, making him chuckle.

God, why couldn’t it be like this all the time? In your little bubble with him forgetting what went on outside and what the world had become. Then again you would have never met him then. 

“I gotta go,” you pouted. He kissed you again, his softening cock pulling out of you. You were about to sit up, when he stopped you, lowering his face between your thighs, his tongue cleaning you up. 

“What the… fuck Joel,” you moaned. He sucked your clit between his lips, teasingly, before he let go of you, licking his lips like he just had the most delicious meal. 

“We taste good,” he winked, before he turned around, grabbing his pants. 

“You fucking tease,” you called after him, hearing him chuckle.

“Get dressed, you gonna be late,” he said, pulling his jeans up. 

You were indeed late but somehow you couldn’t bring yourself to care. 

Not after that break. 

And because you were still wearing his shirt.

[dennydraws]

Sometimes checking local bookstores have some rare finds...

And I was most definitely not expecting to find the FF14 Manga there but I take it XD;; I highly doubt it was intentional but having the price sticker over Asahi's face absolutely killed me lol

But this will be a talk about manga books and not specifically about FF14's manga book which was hilarious by the way XD;;

(Press F for Urianger... well, for Thancred really but ya know...)

It may come as a surprise but I'm not exactly a big manga reader. I think it was primary because manga wasn't as available or popular here when I was growing up and when I started spreading I started feeling too old for it. Now looking back, I was mid 20 I wasn't too old lol But also I was not in a financial position to spend on what I considered luxurious hobby materials. I never looked at manga books as anything but forbidden pricey thing that I could do without... even though looking back I could've learned a lot or enriched my art journey but... when you try to graduate university, freelance and cover for struggling and sick family these things are not something you think to spend on... ANYHOWSIES, I did not intend to share sad artist backstory, more like I wanted to explain my relationship with actual manga books has been an odd one XD;

It wasn't until recently that I started to actually go to bookstores during my lunch break and browse manga books and regular books too. However now they are so many that I get overwhelmed. Now that I have my preferences, I don't feel comfortable just grabbing a book on a whim. I still very much hate the idea of blindly spending on things that may not be of use to me. But even so I began to reach out, grab something, try it, see what I can learn from it. I feel like a teenager dipping toes into something they've always looked from behind the shop window but now they can actually afford it! XD;; I tried to start with books whose anime I deeply enjoyed and maybe look over what's around them - surely there will be something similar!

And then to my surprise I started noticing... Artbooks! Usually the ones I am interested in are on the obscure side? Or at least I've never found any of those I was interested in... ever XD

It has always been a lot more art books available here for WoW or LoL or whatever western-ish game franchise which... while I respect them, I just don't really enjoy their art style. And I did grow up surrounded by boys and a bully big brother whom I've always tried to impress or be "cool enough" to hang out with him (I was never cool enough to hang out with him u_u) and as result I had to deny myself a lot of things I was enjoying but I thought they are embarrassing - a lot of typically girly genres things because he'd mock them and if he mocks them then they were bad and I'd never be "cool enough" if I showed interest in them! Oh noes! Now that post turned into more personal down pour XD;

As years went on and after some reflection and years of existing in a healthy friend circle I started to enjoy the things I always wanted to enjoy growing up. I see them in new light now and I appreciate them with the eyes of a grown up while still kind of connect to this lost childhood spark. It's been really nice.

Plus I'm enjoying reading ...well, normal books, a lot more. Some years ago you wouldn't find me able to sit and read but now I do and quite enjoy it!

I don't know where I was going with this post XD I wanted to share I found the FF14 manga in a local store during my lunch break and it escalated to, I've been slowly buying and reading more manga and artbooks as of this year! It's never too late to reconnect with things you wanted to enjoy but couldn't in the past :D;;

Anyhow! Thank you for reading this silly lil ramble post, dear web traveller! I hope you will have great rest of the day and smooth week ahead!

[mint-yooxgi]

so I read Morning Mist (dragon Au) and Tempting Fate (trickster god au) AND I ABSOLUTLY LOVE IT, OMG.

So I wanted to ask (pure curiosity. I don't want to pressure you or anything similar) if you would consider them discontinued? It's been a while since you updated them, so just wannting to check.

Stay healthy (both body and mind) and be happy and proud :)))

(ps. i love all your workes. I basicially devoured Hotel California and Paradise Gardens. Even got my friends to become a fan of yours. She is curretly starting Hotel California and is already obsessed.)

Hey, omg this is like, the third or fourth ask I've gotten concerning this. So, I'm going to make one thing very clear:

Just because an author hasn't updated a fic in a little while, does not mean it's been abandoned or discontinued.

I made an announcement a little while ago which you can find Here sort of explaining why I've been a bit inactive lately. That, and I just haven't had the motivation to write in a little while.

But yes, fear not! I haven't given up on any of my fics. I still have a lot planned. I've just been busy, cause, you know... life. Right now, my blog is on a sort of back burner so I can focus on the commission, too. I'll make sure to link the update post on my Current Series Masterlist so other people know as well!

I promise I'm still here, things have just been very slow lately! I don't like using the term hiatus, cause I'm not going anywhere or anything, I'm just busy and suffering a bit of writers block lol

Anything I've truly 'discontinued; is either on my archive masterlist, or I've made an announcement about. Thus, it would also be properly labeled. So, don't worry! I have every intention of finishing those series. I've got them all planned out, anyways! The only way I wouldn't finish them is if I suddenly got a publishing deal for them lol, or something drastic happened in my life which prevented me from continuing the series.

For now though, I'll try and do some drabbles to slowly dip my toes back into writing. I hope you all can look forward to that! I do also plan to try and get two more fics out by the end of the year, but we'll see how that goes!

Happy reading!

[ltleflrt]

oh lol, I finished watching HB like last week, but i haven't dipped into fandom yet so i didn't realize this comparison was something being done elsewhere as well! Mostly im rewatching the episodes. Honestly to me, the comparison is a bit superficial and has more in common with earlier/mid-season canon trope buckets and how the characters are written in AU fics, rather than how they are like in later seasons of SPN. (the DeanCas dynamic shifted a lot over 12 yrs imo!)

Most superficial thing - the Stolas-Cas owl /headtilt connection. 🦉😂 But Stolas is also a deeply lonely but repressed and dutiful member of a provileged higher class / 'better' group of beings, where he never quite fit in despite being well-placed. It was a meeting with Blitz that put his entire life into a different trajectory, where he finally started to feel things and question his previous life, and ended up forsaking that old perfect life for associating with a guy from a 'lower' class of beings, that he faces derision from his peers for. He is naive to the ways of the world, but willing to learn, even as he is often quite unintentionally derogatory about imps. (this often happened with early Cas) He also has a strong love for his child and a strong connection to the identity of being a father, even though that journey is rocky. He seems to have grown up alone and yet part of a innumerable nameless horde of siblings with a largely absent father, and it is later revealed that the fascination of Blitz and his doubts and unhappiness actually predates the supposedly "first" meeting when they started associating.

The relationship in the beginning is transactional (though in very different ways for both ships), but slowly and surely evolves beyond that. Stolas, despite being much for powerful in supernatural ways, Blitz's is often the one taking the lead and Stolas let's him. Even as Blitz secretely actually thinks Stolas is completely out-of-his-league and is just putting up with him, because he's the toxic guy who everyone leaves if they have a choice and only puts up with if they have to. Then there's the growing up in a nomadic lifestyle with a not-so-great dad, and dead mom in a fire! Right now you could consider the Barbie Wire and Blitz relationship in the Stanford-era!Sam and Dean zone, but clearly Blitz has very strong feelings about his sibling with whom he was close growing up.

lol I was in the tags 5 minutes after the last episode, looking for fanart to reblog. If you want to dip your toes in, I recommend blocking some tags, because the fandom and ship tags are full of antis who need to go watch a different show because they really hate this one and I don't understand why they're still here? Go touch grass, folks. But at least they're pretty good at tagging their hate. I've blocked "anti stolitz", "stolitz critical", "anti vivziepop", and "vivziepop critical" and that seems to have caught most of it.

Thanks for coming back with an explanation! That's way better than the posts I'd seen about it, and I think you're right about the parallels. I think my mental block on it comes from the fact that I ship them for different reasons.

Dean and Cas are reluctant allies at first who become close friends, and there are things keeping them from moving past that. They're always dealing with world ending events that take priority over their own personal drama, and they both fundamentally misunderstand each other's love languages and think things are one sided. I ship them in a star crossed lovers kinda way.

Blitz and Stolas are interesting to me specifically because it started out as a fucked up bargain where Stolas was using Blitz for kinky sex, and Blitz was Not Into It. The power imbalance and dubcon was HOT. And when I found out that Stolas was married too, I was like aw yeah, this guy's a bag of dicks, and he's shoving them into all of Blitz' holes.

Delicious toxicity mmmm.... And then...AND THEN...it's slowly revealed that they both want something more, and Stolas only made the deal because he thought that was the only way he could get Blitz to come back. And it didn't even occur to Blitz that Stolas could feel anything for him because of their class differences.

In the episode that ends with Blitz going "he can get hurt?" with shock and confusion, omg I about fell off the couch. Because on the surface he's talking about physical injuries, but in subtext he's talking about Stolas getting his feelings hurt too. *chef's kiss* ugh it's so fucking good.

Come to think of it, you could make that another Destiel parallel, since Dean doesn't think Cas is capable of feeling romantic love. Now that you've given me a few points of entry, I'm going to start connecting dots all over the place lol

[wild-aloof-rebel]

Leslie! What is new? Are you in any new fandoms? Loving baseball? We miss you!

aww, thanks, anon! 💗 what is new with me... i guess the main thing is that i got a new job, which is nice. it's been much less stressful so far than my old one was for most of the last year, so i've been slowly regaining some of my mental energy (and a more regular sleep schedule), and that's letting me finally start to [just barely] dip my toe back into writing. that's prob still gonna feel like the gears are grinding for a while, but i know it'll eventually get easier as i get back into it more

no new fandoms, though i've been taking a little detour back through an old, persistent one and doing a chronological rewatch of all the star wars-verse movies, shows, and shorts over the last few weeks. i just finished the mandalorian again for that, which puts me at 86.87% of the way done with everything now. (you will probably not be surprised to learn there is a spreadsheet to keep track of it, lol)

definitely still watching plenty of baseball, though i've only managed to make it to one regular-season game in person so far this year. we went to nine games in five days during spring training and the world baseball classic though, so that makes up for it a bit. and i'm gonna make it to every game of a three-game series in a couple weeks, so i'm looking forward to that. still not loving the rule changes this season though, but what can you do? 🤷‍♀️

otherwise, def still thinking about sc and missing david and patrick, and i'm hoping that once i get my writing brain actually working again i can finally finish writing the other chapters of the hardest part. i'm def still here on tumblr, too—not nearly as much as before my job blew up last year, especially during the work day, but i am indeed still kicking around here most days, any time anyone feels like saying hi!

[ghost-town-story]

Find the Word Tag

I got double tagged ages ago by @dogmomwrites, and it’s about time I start dipping my toes back into actually answering tag games XD Thanks for the tags!

Before this gets too long, I’ll tag @cataclysmicwriting, @smol-feralgremlin, @emelkae, and anybody else who wants to! Your words will be iris, regret, wish, and truth

Words: alone, beg, call, clench, break, confuse, determine, hesitate, dismiss, startle 

Alone (Dumbass Immortals)

Harmony didn’t look up even as Jayy stuck the mug in the microwave to reheat the coffee. When it was finally at an acceptable temperature, Jayy leaned against the counter in front of Harmony, slowly sipping at her coffee.

Eventually, something must have tipped Harmony off that she was no longer alone, because her nose twitched a few times, and then she looked up from her laptop, blinking owlishly. “Oh. Morning Jayy. I didn’t think you’d be up for another few hours yet.” Her green eyes narrowed in on the mug in Jayy’s hands. “Is that my coffee?”

“Fair game.” Jayy took another sip. “You left it so long it was cold.”

“That’s still my coffee.”

Beg (Astral Part 2)

“I found a way back. Or. Maybe. I don’t know honestly. But here’s what I do know. I love you James. So damn much. But you are the only thing that is keeping me here. And I’ve decided that I can’t—won’t spend the rest of my life feeling half-dead without my magic. Which is why I’m a coward and recording these videos, so you can’t beg me to stay.”

He let out a broken laugh. “I’m a coward who can’t even look you in the eye as I break your heart.”

Call (Nova)

Once the teleportation haze cleared, Jay shrugged off Basil’s arm to lean against the wall. “Honey, I’m home,” he called into the apartment.

A split second later, as if she’d been pacing just out of sight, Aydan appeared around the corner. She glanced between the three, then darted for the older Basil, who was closest.

“Kitten.” Basil caught her midstride. “You’re okay.”

Clench (Astral Part 2, At The Tip Of Your Fingers)

“Why are you here?” he asked.

James snorted. “Like I was gonna leave you.”

“You might as well.”

“What?”

Aiden stared down at his hands, the unbandaged one clutching at the sheets. “You might as well leave,” he repeated, a surprising amount of venom in his voice. “Nothing’s going to get better. I’m never going to be okay, and you don’t deserve that shit.”

With a start, James realized that Aiden’s anger was directed at himself, not at James. “It’s not like I was expecting you to be perfectly happy in the first place,” James said, gently working at Aiden’s fingers to unclench his hand.

“You deserve better,” Aiden hissed, still looking away.

“And if I don’t want better?”

“Fuck—stop.”

Break (ASTHC)

As I expected, Jazz breaks first, dashing across the torn up earth to attack me. “You idiot!”

I groan as she hits me. My ribs feel bruised, maybe broken, and her imitation of a boa constrictor isn’t helping. I still hug her back though, relishing in the familiar comfort.

“You seriously just crash landed a fuckin spaceship and all you have to say is hey??”

Confuse (Band AU)

I wasn’t aware you hated rom-coms that much lol.

Aiden glanced up to see Jaybird’s eyes on him from across the room. Jaybird had been settled by the time Aiden got there, and had obviously left Aiden the choice of how close he wanted to be. Aiden was still confused, his feelings warring in his chest, so he decided distance would be best.

Determine (Lost Beneath the Waves)

Legacy suddenly brightened, and before Calipsa could command it to stay, it zoomed off into the house, through a closed door. A moment later, there was a yelp and a thud, accompanied by a bright flash of copper light.

“My apologies about Legacy,” Calipsa said. “I’m afraid it tends to be… enthusiastic about its mission.”

“Legacy, ma’am?” the woman asked.

“It’s how we determine the next ruler of Astral, in the absence of any clear line of inheritance,” Calipsa explained. “And it appears it has chosen whoever is hiding in that other room.” She raised her voice pointedly to be heard through the walls.

Hesitate (Space Pirates)

“So let me guess, you’re going to say exactly what you think I want to hear so that I’ll let you go without a fuss?” Artemis asked, her voice surprisingly brittle. Caelan was surprised at how much they didn’t like her sounding like that.

“Artemis,” they started, then hesitated. She wasn’t exactly wrong. Their plan all along had been to appeal to her sense of righteousness.

Dismiss (Astral Part 1)

“How do you know me?” Aiden demanded, though he wasn’t quite brave enough to move out from behind the protection Finn offered.

“Like I said, James.”

“That doesn’t clarify anything,” Aiden hissed. “I don’t know who you are.”

“Who I am is really not important,” Danielle said dismissively. “What is important is getting you home.”

Startle (Magic AU)

“James.”

The smile slipped from James’s face.

“What happened to Will?” Jason asked. “You don’t have to give me details, if it’s too much for you. Just… tell me where he is.”

James’s lip trembled.

Jason was startled by a sudden, familiar voice speaking. “I’m right here.”

[prosebushpatch]

Been making some headway on my little work in progress! Have a snippet of an important character I’m tentatively calling “Waxer” lol. But this is sort of his little backstory and explains how he runs into the sea... It’s about 1000 words!

The toe of his boot snags on the gravel and he lurches forward while hissing a swear between gritted teeth. He manages to right himself but not without the edges of his cloak billowing out around his knees. Once he lifts his head, he heaves out an exhausted sigh. His gaze flickers to the full moon and though he wishes it wasn’t so damn bright tonight of all nights, something flutters in his chest. His breath catches and he’s soon laughing in a shaft of pristine moonlight.

Finally! Finally, he feels like he can breathe for the first time since leaving the mainland! He’s gazed at the same unfiltered sky for ages now, but it even tastes sweeter than the mind-numbing crap the steward makes. It’s like each inhale is saturated with syrup and the distant salt of the sea cuts the unmitigated saccharine with a sharpness that leaves him feeling more alive than jumping out of a hot spring into a snowy winter night. He’s practically giddy with vertigo. He’s so lightheaded, he might as well as be rising with his laughter! He’s—

He drops back with a heavy thump. Even the satchel crashing into his side before going slack on the grass isn’t enough to anchor him as the world spins. He thinks he might start crying, but he’s helpless to do anything to stop it as his laugh soars to the moon and back. Though as precious seconds pass, his laughter slowly fades, leaving him euphoric though he still feels it’s absence with a quiet ache. This is the moment that he knows what it is to be alive.

To be free.

Footsteps pad against the grass behind him but before he can even turn, a low, warm voice sends shivers down his spine.

“Leaving at this hour?” the steward asks.

He leaps to his feet and whirls around, drawing a knife from his belt. It slices through the moonlight and glints as he glowers through the dizziness still clinging to his thoughts.

“And you can’t do anything to stop me,” he growls, hating the smirk that settles on the steward’s features. “I reclaimed my name!”

“So I’ve gathered.” The steward folds his hands behind his back as he steps closer, unafraid of the knife that points at his chest. “Which is why I’m sharing a proposition with you as peers, Al—”

“Waxer,” he snaps. “You may only refer to me as Waxer. Ever say my name again and this knife gets to know your throat.”

“Really?” The steward’s brow quirks as his previously professional air dips into an unimpressed expression. “You’re sticking with Waxer?”

“You don’t have to like it; I’ll not your underling anymore.” Waxer takes a step back. Though he’s still a bit lightheaded, the danger keeps his senses sharp enough to hold himself steady.

“Fine. Fine,” the steward sighs like a disappointed teacher. “In that case, Waxer, before you saunter off, I want to offer you a trade.”

“A trade?” he snorts, lowering the knife when the steward doesn’t try to get closer.

“A fresh rumor came in from the Shore.” He absentmindedly scratches at his chin. “There’s a new artisan in the archipelago. A true talent. She returned a fiddle to its voice after tuning sea glass into string. Naturally, everyone will be trying to recruit her. How about doing me one more favor?” He procures the usual vial, and the lavender cream looks paler in the moonlight.

“Ha.” Waxer spins the knife between his fingers and returns it to his belt. “Like I’d help you score another artisan.” He swerves on his heels, somehow staying upright despite the vertigo from the sudden movement. “There’s nothing you could offer that I would want more than to see you flounder in front of the—”

“Damar crystals.”

This time, he almost loses his balance when he snaps back around. The steward smirks at his teetering.

“Bullshit! No one’s had any in stock since the wind stopped blowing!” He bares his teeth in a sneer.

“I might have been saving a few for the right moment”—the steward grins—“should you have ever needed a little extra persuasion.”

“Where?” Waxer demands. “I’ve checked—” he snaps his jaw shut before he can fully admit to searching every safe and loose floorboard in the steward’s home. The steward gives him an amused look.

“In any case, you cannot survive long in the archipelago without them,” he hums. “Bring me the new artisan and I’ll give you all the damar crystals that you can carry.”

As loathe as he is to admit it, the steward is right. His name can only protect him from so much in the archipelago, but he needs those crystals to get anywhere. It doesn’t matter if getting them means condemning another to the cage he’s just escaped. It’s the artisan’s own fault for wandering into the archipelago in the first place.

“What does she look like?” Waxer lifts his hand.

The creases around the steward’s eyes smooth into a placid expression. He tosses the lavender vial forward and Waxer catches it with ease.

“Unassuming clothes and a plain braid, so she sticks out. If you’re uncertain that you’ve found her, rumors say that a bluebird never leaves her side.”

“I make no promises,” Waxer clarifies, squeezing the vial.

“Of course,” the steward bows his head. “You are free to do as you please and the offer stands as long as this new artisan goes unclaimed. With that in mind, you might want to make your decision swiftly.”

It’s only when the steward starts to walk away that Waxer relaxes his shoulders. As his footsteps fade, Waxer grips the rectangular vial. It fits snugly in his palm and seems to weigh no more than the moonlight settling on his back.

Is this truly what he’s going to do now that it’s his choice?

He needs the damar crystals. As far as he’s concerned, they’re as valuable as his name.

Slipping the vial into his bag, he swallows his conscience. He turns towards the moon and nearly stumbles back from the crisp air, sweet and cool. Though dizzy from reclaiming his name and the newfound freedom that comes with it, he has the presence of mind to never let it slip through his grasp again.

No matter the cost.

[mercy-burning]

Roommate Agreement

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader x Luke Alvez Summary: After about a year of living with Spencer, Y/N gets excited when he introduces her to a new potential roommate. Category: SMUT (18+) Content: Free use, threesome, cum play, penetrative/unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex (male receiving), rough sex, dirty talk Word Count: 2.3k

MASTERLIST

NOTE: I was gonna write this as a blurb, but it got a little longer than I anticipated lol. I’ve been super into this kink/fantasy lately, so uh.. this was just pure indulgence 🥰✌

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Apartment hunting and living on my own sucked, which is why Spencer Reid coming into my life was the biggest blessing I ever could have hoped for. He was handsome, kind, welcoming... And he let me live with him for free.

Well, not entirely.

But regardless of our little agreement, I still slip him some cash when rent comes up because it's just common courtesy. I'm grateful that he lets me stay with him and provides me with what I need (and then some), and if there's any way for me to return that favor, I'll do it.

He gets annoyed with me whenever I do it, but I always know how to get him to forget about it...

Just thinking about last night brings a smile to my face as I put away the last few glasses in their respective cupboards.

The heavy padding of Spencer's feet behind me makes me turn around then, and I nearly clench my legs at the sight of him, dressed and ready for work, except his dick is out and hefty in his right hand. It's hard, leaking, and by the look on his face I can tell he's about ready to let go.

"Give me your panties, sweetheart."

Before he even gets out the whole sentence, I make quick work of lifting my shirt out of the way and opening up the fabric, pulling it away from my body and giving him an opening. He walks up with a hungry kiss to my jaw as he jerks himself off, right into my panties until he's making a mess of them. I sigh out happily as he hums against my skin.

And when he's done, he kisses my cheek chastely and uses my shirt to clean up a bit before tucking himself back neatly into his pants. I adjust my panties and feel the warmth spread over my skin while he grabs his bag from the back of the chair to leave.

"Have a good day, Doctor," I call with a cute smile, my hand dipping down to feel the mess he made and wishing he didn't have to go.

"You too, sweetheart," he returns with a wink. He turns to leave, but before he's at the door, he throws back, "Oh, and make sure you're dressed properly when I get back, he's coming over with me after work."

"Wait, really?" I ask brightly, my heart starting to race.

"Mhm. He's excited to meet you."

I’d had plans to run some errands today, but as soon as he tells me the good news, I know I won't be able to get anything done.

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The second I hear the door, I'm waiting like a dog with a wagging tail, excited for extra company and eager to make a new friend. I flatten my tiny skirt, though with how frilly it is, it really makes no difference— I think that as excited as I am, I'm definitely anxious about potentially adding a new person to our dynamic.

My hands reach behind my back and clasp together as I rock slowly on my feet, ready to welcome them when they come through the door.

Spencer, as always, looks positively delicious, and it only amplifies when he sees me and smiles, reaching out for me. "Somebody's excited..."

In his embrace, I laugh and welcome his hand as it slips up the front of my skirt to make sure I've followed his instructions. He quickly runs his middle finger through my opening, a smile forming on his lips— I can feel it against my neck. "Good girl."

"I couldn't help it," I tell him earnestly, refraining from whining in protest when he removes himself from me entirely. Then I look over his shoulder to see our guest of honor, Spencer's co-worker Luke Alvez. With a shy smile, I reach my hand out to shake his. "I have a new guest to impress."

Luke accepts my hand with a smile all his own, accompanied by wandering eyes that make me feel warm from head-to-toe. It reminds me of how I felt when I first met Spencer while apartment hunting last year. Luke's eyes are just a few shades darker but regardless of color, the hunger swimming within them remains plentiful.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N," he says smoothly. His voice makes me feel a whole new sense of ease and the overwhelming need to submit to him entirely. "I've heard great things."

With introductions out of the way, Spencer ushers Luke into the apartment and I close the door. "Let me show you around a bit," he says, and the two walk off, leaving me to follow behind.

We tour the whole apartment, Spencer taking his sweet time with the walking and the talking... I swear he's doing it on purpose, to make me wait and get me riled up, but regardless I stay patient and involve myself in their conversations as normal. Actually, it would have all felt like a completely normal apartment tour in the first place, had I not been thinking about how the men accompanying me would use me in the future...

Spencer saves the living room for last, and once we make it to the couch, I pray that he's ready to start showing Luke the added benefit of choosing to live here rather than in an apartment by himself...

And he knows me so well, because he pulls me aside with a cheeky smile, his hand resting firmly on my ass and under my skirt. "So, Alvez, you wanna give her a whirl?"

"You're uh... You're sure this is alright? You don't mind?"

His concern is sweet, but I can see the lust sparkling in his eyes as he looks over me once more.

Spencer laughs a bit, squeezing my ass with a nod. "Of course. Look how happy she is to see you... So ready to be used up..."

Luke's tongue darts out over his bottom lip at my roommate's words, his decision becoming more clear.

Still, I help out. "It's true... When Spencer first mentioned adding a new roommate to our arrangement, I couldn't wait... And you're perfect.

"So what do you say?" Spencer asks once more with finality.

Luke strides over to me slowly, my head tilting higher with each inch he gets closer. He looks down at my lips and smiles before bringing his thumb gently to my mouth. "This pretty little mouth has been calling to me since I walked through the door..."

I hear Spencer laugh beside me as Luke slips his thumb past my lips and over my tongue. I suck it into my mouth with a tiny groan, flitting my eyes up at him and arching my back as Spencer's grip on my ass gets tighter.

"Get on the couch, sweetheart," he says, letting go and giving me a small spank.

Luke's thumb pops out of my mouth and I stumble to the couch, getting on all fours so my hands are on the arm and my knees are buried in one of the cushions.

The unmistakable sound of their laughing fills my ears and makes me even more eager, though I know better than to tell them outright what I want. Unless either of them asks me to, I'm not going to beg. I mean, I'm not sure about Luke, but I know that Spencer prefers when I use visual signs in our daily routine. He likes to hear me use my words, sure, but that's only on occasions where he's in a happier, more giving mood. Most of the fucking we do is when he comes home frustrated and needs to take. No questions asked.

And truthfully, I like that more. Which is why I'd agreed to be his roommate in the end.

Spencer does seem to be more giving today, moving this right along and taking his pants off before walking over to me while his friend follows suit, but I follow our rules anyway, wanting to make a good impression on Luke (though I'm positive I've already secured that bag).

Luke's pants come off too, though he waits until he's right in front of my face. I'm looking up at him with my bottom lip between my teeth, and when he starts to work at his belt, I look down to see.

Meanwhile I feel Spencer's weight dip down behind me, and it doesn't take long for him to slide right in, spreading my legs further and beginning to fuck me steadily. He gathers my hair from my face and into a makeshift ponytail with one hand while the other rests at my hip. "You gonna be a big girl and open your mouth wide, or do I have to make you?"

I respond in kind by slacking my jaw and welcoming Luke, his hands coming down to tilt my chin and slide his thick, hard dick into my mouth.

"That's right, sweetheart," Spencer praises, giving me another small spank and a slight tug of the hair. Meanwhile Luke is slowly fucking my throat, pushing himself deeper with each thrust.

Eventually, the two of them are fucking me with perfect rhythm. Each time Spencer goes in, Luke goes out, and their force is even the same. It's building and building with each second, and I can feel my whole body start to go numb with pleasure. My knees are tingling from the couch, my ass is surely red from how many times Spencer has spanked me, and my throat is bruising beautifully.

Spencer's hand releases my ass and reaches out to my throat. The way he's bending forward gives him a deeper angle inside me, and I can't help the choked whimper that comes out of my mouth because of it. He can feel it, too, because his fingers rest just under my chin.

"His cock feels so good down your throat, doesn't it, baby?" he coos, driving into me harder.

I squeeze my eyes shut for a few seconds to blink away the tears that blur my vision, and when I open them I look up at Luke, pure unadulterated bliss painting his features. He looks down at me with awe and lust and need, and I can tell that it won't be long before he snaps.

"When he comes, you're gonna keep it in, okay? I wanna see it..."

I clench around Spencer at his words, and my orgasm follows shortly after. As soon as I start to come down, Luke holds himself still at the back of my throat and comes with a shout, his hands rooting in my hair. I try my hardest to keep it all in, meanwhile Spencer starts to stutter as well. And by the time Luke is pulling himself away from me, his friend is coming inside me, just like he's done so many times before.

It's a familiar, wonderful feeling, though this time it's even better because I know I have cum filling both ends of me. I feel so full, so warm and numb and fucked out, and I never want to go a single day without it that way.

When Spencer pulls out and leaves the couch, Luke makes room for him in front of me. He steps into view then, reaching his hand out to pry my mouth open and examine his friend's work.

"Oh, sweetheart, you look so pretty with all Luke's cum in your mouth... Doesn't she look pretty, Alvez?"

The other man muses, his hand coming down to graze my cheek. Both their hands are on either side of my face, and they're gazing down at me with such wonderment that I swear I'll do anything to feel this way again— to make them feel this way again.

"She sure does," Luke says, and I nuzzle into his hand. "Just like a proper cumdump."

Their words and their eyes and their touches send butterflies soaring through my whole body and bring an open-mouthed smile to my face.

"You can swallow now," Spencer says, tapping my cheek. I do, and immediately afterwards he leans down to kiss me deeply. I lean into him and flutter my eyes closed, the feeling of his cum dripping out of me and down my leg only adding to the blissful state I'm in.

He pulls away, and I glance over at Luke, who has his dick in his hand and an amused smile on his face. "Damn, I could almost go again..."

I can tell he only means it as a way to keep the mood light, maybe as a joke, but in hopes that it will make him more comfortable with the idea that he can quite literally use me whenever he wants to, I smile as sincerely as I can. "That's what I'm here for," I offer brightly, getting up off the couch and trying to stand on wobbling legs.

I somehow manage, Spencer helps to steady me, and then he laughs, kissing me on the cheek. "You two have fun. I'm gonna shower, and then I have to take care of some errands. That okay with you?"

Luke and I give our approval, Spencer kisses me once more, and then admires me for a few seconds before throwing his friend a wink and heading off to the shower.

The moment I'm alone with Luke Alvez, he takes my hand and gives it a kiss. "You really are something special, princess..."

The nickname, while not entirely new since Spencer had mumbled it a few times with my mouth wrapped around his dick, sounds absolutely delightful coming from Luke's lips.

"Thank you," I purr, leading him to the couch and pulling him on top of me. "But there's still so much for you to discover..."

He hums amusedly, tracing my mouth with his thumb again. This time I take it gently between my teeth before he slips his cock inside me, which inadvertently makes me let go of it in favor of a whimper.

"Well, then I guess it's a good thing I'm moving in..."

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The Needs of Pain

A/n as promised,,, here is my gift to you bc I finished ap gov today :))

The darkling x heartrender!reader story based on the whole ‘no one but me can hurt you’ thing :))

Warnings: sexual innuendos,, attempts to sexualize pain if you squint, kinda lemon-y

I kinda want to write a smutty part 2 let’s see lol 

Summary: after a training injury, Kirigan reveals how he views the dynamic of your relationship and figures out how to best help you work through the pian 

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In an odd way, the most painful part of my injury had been the wound on my pride, not my shoulder. Though the pain that begins beneath my collarbone and continues down my left shoulder is not exactly pleasant. I can’t bring myself to pity myself too much as I stare at the extent of my burns. There’s a war going on. People die, people lose loved ones, I have to tolerate pain for an hour or two before a healer can be sent to be. 

I told Genya I’d be fine in the medical wing, but she insisted that I wait for a healer to be sent to me. The people here look up to me, if news of my injury got out, especially considering it’s a training wound, morale would take a blow we can’t currently afford. Genya had looked relatively sympathetic when she told me that many healers were occupied considering how difficult training had been and I had told her I could bear the weight. 

Now, in my room, staring at the basin full of water, I’m starting to regret my desire to be self sacrificing. I dip the towel in the water, squeezing out the excess before daring to dab the fabric on the outer edge of the wound. The feeling is fire against my skin all over again. An instinctual curse leaves me as I drop the towel on the counter that surrounds the basin. 

Arthur hadn’t meant it. I can still hear the frantic apologies tumbling from his full lips. He should have been more focused on the task at hand, he should have never stopped to look at me, at the way I could control so many living things at once. In some odd sense, his distraction had been a compliment. Many of the girls here would sell anything to have Arthur’s attention, even if it resulted in such a careless mistake. 

I grimace, picking up the towel and preparing to start again. I should at least clean it before the healers have to deal with both a physical injury and an infection. The sound of my door flying open and then shutting angrily is enough of a distraction for me to accidentally dab the towel against my skin too harshly. I curse again, turning my head towards the bathroom door. Did Genya exaggerate the severity of my wound? Are the healers that desperate to get to me? 

I turn on my toes, towel forgotten by the basen full of water as I approach the door that connects my room with the bathroom. “I’m--” Words meant to calm a frantic healer stick to the back of my throat as soon as I register all the black in the room. General Kirigan. Great. He no doubt heard about my injury after prying it from Genya and now he’s here to scold me for the childishness of it all. To be injured because a boy and I just couldn’t help ‘make eyes at each other’. All he does is insult my refusal to become bitter just because I was born possessing power. 

“You’re what?” His words are a different level of callous, darker than the shadows he creates with the will of his mind alone. “An idiot that let herself be sent back to her room instead of demanding to see a healer?” 

That’s an odd thing for him to focus his anger on. At least it’s not fully directed at me. On instinct, I half turn, attempting to hide my injury from his piercing eyes. My instinct tells me he should never see me so mortal. “Genya recommended it,” my words are determined yet calm, “It’s such a small injury it isn’t worth risking everyone’s morale. A healer will come here when one is available.” 

His face tightens in what must be some kind of disgusted disbelief. “Foolish girl--have you no instinct for preservation?” 

Every decision I’ve made since being injured made sense before he spoke to me. The fierceness of his voice leaves my face warmer than it was a moment ago and reminds me of the stem of my dislike for him. General Kirigan speaks and I am left a clumsy child. “Some things are more important than one’s self.” I expect he’ll turn that into something else to mock or belittle about me. “And it’s not a grave injury it’s barely--” 

The distance between us seemed so great less than a second ago, but he’s closed it so quickly, grabbing my left wrist and extending my arm forward so that I can’t hide anything from him. “You’re burned.” There’s the slightest bit of surprise coloring his words along with something else I can’t interpret. “How did you get burned?” 

Kirigan doesn’t know. My stomach knots, anticipating embarrassment. “Training incident--I was standing too close to an Inferni.” 

His grip on my arm tightens. I grimace as he pulls me forward with no regard for my injury. “Who?” The voracious way he says the word leaves my thoughts trembling. He is a void of darkness, starving for a victim to snuff the light out of.  

When my thoughts settle, I cannot bring myself to tell him the truth. “I didn’t see, I was distracted by the burning.” I exhale slowly, desperate to escape the flames behind his eyes the way I could not escape the fire of earlier. “It doesn’t matter, I’ve been injured worse in training.” His hold on my arm doesn’t loosen, I glance down at his hand, his firm grip on me somehow worse than the burn. “You’ve injured me worse in training.” 

“I may push you, exhaust you, and leave you mad--but I have never done anything that comes close to--that!” The last of his words carry themselves louder than the rest. 

If the skin of my shoulder wasn’t so sensitive I’d try fighting his tightening grasp. The accusation on my part had been a little much, but it was meant to serve as a reminder that he’s not one to care about my comfort or well being. “Why does it matter?” I can’t bring myself to meet his gaze. “You’ve never cared about any of my injuries before.” 

Kirigan releases my arm in a stiff trance, raising his hand to brush his thumb down my cheek. The contact is reminiscent of an extremely different moment. “The first night here you only let a few tears escape you when you were convinced that no one could see them. Do you remember how I turned and wordlessly wiped them away?” His gesture had not been comforting then and it isn’t comforting now. He never wanted to comfort me, he wanted to assert some strange power over me. “I let those tears fall because they were because of me and I knew it was for the best.” I say nothing, letting his thumb ghost tears that will not come. “The moment I discovered you, what you could be, you became mine.” 

“I am no one’s.” The reaction is instinctual, a pride my mother instilled in me. My voice is too loud, too brash. “I am my own.” 

I brace myself for his anger, but all I receive is the slight relaxation of his lips. “It’s things like that give you so much potential in other ways.” His voice is a jagged rock caressing my skin, not minding the scrapes it leaves behind. “You’re a fair plaything, as well as useful.”  

He’s speaking so gently his voice borders on vulnerable. Something in me warms, but I can’t tell why. I know that Kirigan finds joy in my discomfort--why else would he belittle me so often? “The healer will be here soon.” 

“Yes,” he makes no move to leave, instead Kirigan grabs my wrist again, forcing me to turn so that he can analyze the extent of my burn, “Which is why I will ask you again…” I try to catch his gaze, but his stone stare is focused on my burned shoulder entirely. “Who did this?” 

“I told you.” He can never know. “It was a training accident.” 

“And someone is responsible.” 

I let out a breath, tired of feeling so incomplete. I just want to be healed and go to sleep. “Why does it matter?” His fingers trail up my arm patiently, my body betrays me by shivering. “Accidents happen, you’ve put me in more risk than--” 

“I’ve always intended to break you one way or another,” his voice is more supple than it’s ever been before, “Your goodness is too tempting to not tarnish.” He turns my wrist over easily, ignoring my slight wince. “But if someone else were to do it…” Kirigan trails off, expression tightening in a way I can’t read, “I don’t let others break my play things.” 

Some strange resolve in my chest cracks at that. “Kirigan--” 

“Who are you protecting?” He moves his free hand, placing it without reservation on my shoulder. “Not telling me will only make it worse.” 

Thoughts of Arthur paying for such a small mistake leaves my stomach rolling in guilt. “Make what worse?” 

His expression tightens again. I wait for some kind of rebuke. Kirigan’s lips part as if he expects to criticize my naivety, but instead of speaking he turns sharply. He doesn't release his grip on my wrist as he leads me into my bathroom. 

“What are you doing?” 

Kirigan ignores my surprise, releasing me to pick up the towel I was so quick to abandon. “If you’re too good to take a healer from someone, you should at least avoid infection.” 

“I’m not an idiot, I was cleaning it.” The sharpness of my tone is ignored, Kirigan simply places one hand on my forearm to keep me in place. “Wha--”

 He brushes his thumb over my pulse gently in an effective attempt to silence me. I part my lips in hopes of protesting, but something odd reflects across his eyes. It must be some trick of the light because his expression seems...hesitant. Maybe even concerned. And then cool fabric is pressed into my burn. I bite my tongue so hard I’m surprised it doesn’t bleed. 

“Saints.” 

His expression shifts to that of almost amusement. “I think I’d like to hear you curse in a,” he exhales softly, fingertips trailing up my forearm, “Slightly different scenario.” 

The shock of such a bold innuendo clears my mind from thoughts of pain. But the most startling thing is that the innuendo isn’t entirely unwanted. In the wake of my surprise, he presses the wet towel into my wound again. I fight against a grimace, but that doesn’t go unnoticed by Kirigan. Instead of mentioning it, his free arm touches my uninjured shoulder. For the first time since he’s come here I’m aware of how improper my attire is. I changed out of my starched kefta and into a silk nightgown in order to leave my shoulder unbothered. Genya had helped me change, bearing all of my grimacing and pained curses. 

I should push him off of me. Kirigan can get away with a lot because of his status, but I by no means have to allow something like this. I should not feel shy, I should not be embarrassed. He’s the one that’s out of line. I look up into his eyes, prepared to yell at him for being so out of line. But when I meet his eyes, I see something so un-monstrous I am left breathless. There’s a gentleness to the way he tilts his head downwards, eyes never leaving mine. Is he asking for permission? Permission to--to what? I stay frozen as his lips brush against the unmarred side of my collarbone. His touch is almost enough to make me forget pain ever existed. He pulls away enough that I can feel his breath against the base of my neck. Thoughts I’d never dare speak are banished as the towel presses against my skin again. My face cringes immediately, but he’s quick to press his lips to the base of my neck, lingering kisses melting into my skin. 

“I thought you said you were fine.” His chiding is half-hearted, whispered between two brief kisses against my bare ski. 

He dabs the towel on the burn again, but before I can think to complain, his lips are against my skin again. This time, his lips part slightly allowing his teeth to graze over my pulse. Kirigan pulls away slightly, expression hardening, “I’m almost sorry about this part.” His words leave him in a whisper as influential as sin. 

“What part?” My voice feels foreign in my throat. 

Kirigan doesn’t reply, but then I feel the sharpest pain yet. The towel is cleaning the worst of the burn, the ruined patch of skin that will never recover without supernatural intervention. The gasp I let out is that of a bird with shattered wings. A cry forms in the base of my throat, but before it can leave me, Kirigan’s teeth bite into the skin above my pulse. The pained sound is reduced by my shock, twisting in an odd combination of some kind of pained sound and something dangerously close to a moan. 

He releases me with one last soft brush of his lips, straightening his back and retracting the towel. “There.” Kirigan drops the towel onto the bathroom counter. “It wasn’t that bad, was it?”

I can still feel the ghost of his lips, tongue, and teeth against my skin. I understand now. Each kiss had been a way to distract me, to lessen the pain. Something odd swells in my chest as I try to will my eyes to stop watering in pain. 

Kirigan presses his lips together, pressing his hand against my cheek again. His thumb brushes the few stray tears that escape me. “Don’t cry,” his tone is pure velvet, “I won’t tolerate tears in your eyes caused by anyone else.” He tilts his head oddly, hand sliding down my cheek before gripping my jaw, “I can provide reason for your tears if you’d like.” 

Inhaling deeply, I continue to stare at him. Today has been so sudden. He’s flirted with me through strangely sexual insults and threats before, but never has he been so forward about it. 

“I’m fine,” I force my voice to remain clear. He nods once. A soft rap at my door has me turning away from him. “The healer--I shoul--” 

“Come in,” he calls, voice clear and leaving no room for argument. 

My eyes widen. To be caught with him here could be detrimental for my reputation. Kirigan pulls away, something sharp playing at his features, something almost humorous. 

He leaves the bathroom like this is his own room. “Her wound is clean, work quickly.” I walk out of the bathroom in a strange trance. Kirigan’s gaze lands on me as I enter the main part of my room, “I need her at her full strength for what I have planned.” 

There’s a heaviness to his words, a weight that tells me he means more than what his words imply. Goosebumps erupt across my skin as I try to banish the thoughts of his mouth against my skin between inflictions of pain, blending together to create the most intense sense of fight or flight I’ve ever experienced. 

Kirigan begins to approach the door to my room. “I’ll be checking on her later.”

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and there was only one bed! - Sukuna

Wow who would have guessed my first curse!Sukuna fic would be this? Not me lol so sorry if it sucks! Femme reader, everyone is aged up 18+

TW: dubcon, somnophilia, overstimulation, one (1) use of the word daddy, squirting

You and Yuji were great friends. Ever since he came to the school you were joined at the hip. Bugging Fushiguro, getting into crazy schemes with Inumaki and Panda - there was always something the two of you could get into together. Being so close throughout the years, it was only natural that the two of you would go on missions together as well as you got older. Spending a few days away from the school was all fun and games, and the added luxury of having your own private hotel rooms didn’t hurt either.

And the fun didn’t stop after you graduated, with Gojo still being in charge of booking your accommodations even though you’d been out of school for a while.

“Oh, so there’s only one bed this time…” Yuji mumbled as the two of you walked into the Airbnb that Gojo had booked for you. The house was nice enough, a quaint one bedroom on the edge of the city you were to be working in in the morning.

Through the open bedroom door you could see that there was indeed only one bed.

“I’ll sleep on the couch.” Yuji announced with a slight sigh under his breath.

“We’re here for three days, no way will that be comfortable.”

“Well I won’t let you sleep on the couch.”

“We can just share the bed then.” Taking his suitcase from him, you dragged it and your own towards the bedroom.

“No, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” Getting a hand on his luggage before you got too far, Yuji stared at you with narrowed eyes.

“Yuji, we’re best friends, it’ll be fine.” Swatting his hand away, you shuffled a little bit closer to the door. “We can put the couch pillows between us, plus look!” Getting into the room, you gestured towards the massive mattress. “This thing is huge anyway, we’ll have plenty of space to spread out!”

“Well…” Worrying his lip, Yuji looked between you and the bed. “Alright, but you have to tell me if you get uncomfortable.”

“Please, it’ll be fine.” You waved off his concern. There really was no reason to be nervous about anything; Yuji was a respectable guy and you knew he slept deeply anyway. The only real concern you had was if he would violently toss and turn like Fushiguro said he did.

Hours later and the sun was down, you and Yuji had both showered and were now climbing into bed. There was a good wall of pillows from the couch between you two, and Yuji had insisted over and over that you tell him if you weren’t comfortable.

“Goodnight bestie.” You giggled childishly, turning your back to him and closing your eyes.

“Night.” Yuji giggled as well and the two of you got quiet, taking slow and even breaths until you fell into a rhythm and went to sleep.

A few hours later, the feeling of hot breath on the back of your neck and something molding to your body from behind had just slightly roused you from sleep. Something was poking the spot right below your ear, forcibly quiet breathing just barely audible at the edge of your mind.

The sweat collecting on your skin from the heat of what you presumed to be Yuji’s body attempting to smother you in his sleep was beginning to drown you, and you threw the blanket off your chest to gain some reprieve.

Settling down again, you didn’t feel the hand creeping up your sleeping shirt and grabbing a handful of your breast. Deft fingers rolled your nipple as another hand slid across your hips and pulled you flush against another body.

Pushing past the band of your bottoms, the hand pushed your thighs apart slightly and dipped between your folds, slowly rubbing your clit. The pleasure was beginning to reach you and your unconscious body reacted in kind, rolling your hips against the friction and eager to get more.

What woke you up, however, wasn’t the slick gathering between your legs, it was the body beginning to crush you from behind.

“Yuji...roll over…” You slurred sleepily, attempting to push away the heavy arm that lay across your body. A deep, shuddering breath sounds in your ear, but the arm didn’t move. “Yuji, you’re crushin’ me.”

“Sorry baby.” A voice much deeper than Yuji’s replied, and a kiss was placed on the back of your neck as the pressure was released.

“S’okay.” Yawning softly, you were about to let sleep overtake you once again, and then the squeezing fingers on your breast got a little tighter, and laughter resonated behind you.

“Such an easy little thing, aren’t you?”

“Huh?” Rolled onto your back, you opened your eyes in time to be face to face with Sukuna. Your mouth opened to scream, but instead of a piercing cry, you began to choke; Sukuna had shoved two fingers into your mouth.

“Quiet now, don’t want to wake the neighbors.” Even in the low light of the bedroom, you could tell it was him. The voice, sharp nails attached to the fingers in your mouth and the overwhelming amount of cursed energy were enough.

Your clothes were ripped off in an instant, leaving you completely bare before him. Withdrawing his now wet fingers, Sukuna brought them down to your cunt, using the added lubrication from your saliva to push into you.

The stretch made you hiss between your teeth, the slight burning sensation that came with nearly completely edging out the pleasure you’d just been feeling a few moments ago. Sukuna sunk his fingers in halfway before withdrawing and beginning a languid stroke.

“I was beginning to think you wouldn’t wake up.” He chuckled, using his other hand to go back to your breast.

“Stop!” Grabbing his wrist, you tried to pull it off but it was no use.

“Aw c’mon baby, don’t act that way! You were enjoying it a minute ago!” To punctuate his statement, Sukuna brought his thumb up to your clit and smirked when you jumped, your walls clenching around his fingers. “See, this pretty pussy seems to be enjoying it.”

“Sukuna let me go!” Your feeble cry was music to his ears and Sukuna nearly moaned at the sound. He could see the frantic desperation on your face mixing with the arousal that had seeped into your mind.

“But if I do then you won’t get to cum! And that wouldn’t be very nice, would it?” Letting go of your chest, he smacked his hand onto the pillow beneath your head and leaned over you. He kissed you before you could answer, his hand coming to wrap around the back of your head.

Shoving his tongue into your mouth, Sukuna overrode any thought you had in your brain. He was domineering, forcing your lips to stay locked with his as his tongue explored every inch of your mouth.

His other hand refused to lay idly and all it took was a few flicks of his wrist and a firm thumb pressed on your clit to get you to start whimpering into his mouth. Your knees knocked together at Sukuna’s sides, hands gripping his shoulders as he finger fucked you.

Sucking your tongue into his mouth, Sukuna pulled away slowly, thin strings of saliva connecting you two together before breaking off and dropping onto your chest. Sukuna kept his face close to yours, close enough that the breaths from your exasperated moans warmed his face.

“S-Sukuna stop-” You whined as you came, moaning pitifully as your cunt spasmed around his fingers.

“After that, I don’t think I can stop now.” Pulling his fingers out, Sukuna used two to rub your clit in tight circles, hurtling you into overstimulation and making tears prick at your lashes. Your knees pressed even harder into him as your thighs tried to squeeze together to get him to stop.

“It- it hurts- Sukuna!” Tossing your head back, another orgasm was forcibly brought forward. This one was edged with pain, and embarrassment slowly trickled in as your cunt clenched around nothing and you found yourself wishing his fingers were inside you again.

Smoothing his hands on your inner thighs, Sukuna smirked down at your spent form. Just watching your chest heave as you calmed down had his ego boosted. Reaching a hand down to fist his cock, he let out a shaky breath as a bead of precum dripped out and onto your skin.

“I’ve been waitin’ for this.” He mumbled, pushing your legs further apart so he could get closer.

“Wait, it won’t fit!” You didn’t know the size of Yuji’s cock, but you could tell it had been made much bigger by Sukuna’s appearance. Pushing your hands onto his chest, you couldn’t keep Sukuna at bay for very long.

“Don’t worry baby, daddy will make it fit.” The tip of Sukunas cock pushed into you as he spoke, the bulbous head already much thicker than his fingers. Your nails dug into his chest the further he went, nearly drawing blood as he slowly bottomed out.

“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Sukuna smirked, holding himself still to not only allow you to get used to the stretch but to bask in the moment as well. Forcing air through your lungs, it was a struggle to try and get used to the feeling of almost being split in half.

Sukuna clamped his hands on your hips as he slowly dragged his cock halfway out. Snapping forward, the light slap of skin against skin began to build in the room, muffled only by the light gasps leaving your mouth.

“S’too much!” You whined, screwing your eyes closed and shaking your head a little. “Too big, Sukuna- please-” Laughing under his breath, Sukuna pressed his fingers on your clit again, circling in time with his thrusts.

“You’re so whiny, baby, I bet you’ve never taken a cock this big before.” With every swipe of his thumb, he could feel you tighten up around him and the drag of his cock against your walls got easier.

Letting go of your hip, Sukuna slid his hand down your leg, hooking it under your knee and pushing it up toward your chest. The added angle allowed him to get deeper, practically hitting your cervix every time he pushed in.

You let out a loud, girlish squeal at the change and your hands scrambled to push against his lower stomach. The new position felt too good, immediately assaulting your senses with a toe curling pleasure.

“Sukuna, no!” The tips of your fingers pushed at him, stopping him a little short of completing a full thrust. Scoffing and rolling his eyes, Sukuna grabbed both your wrists in his hand, forcing your arms straight and keeping your hands away from him.

“Quit your whining, you can take it.” Pushing your knee down even further, Sukuna dug his knees into the mattress and slapped his hips against yours, ignoring any further squeals or whimpers.

Giving your wrists a bruising squeeze, he let go to grab your other leg and hike it up as well. He wouldn’t be stopped by the hands pushing against him, begging him to slow down or to change positions again.

“I’m gonna- Sukuna-” Your orgasm was building quickly, getting rid of any rational thought as pleasure shot up your spine and had nearly all the muscles in your body tightening up. You were so close to cumming, but there was another feeling behind it as well. “Sukuna stop, I’m gonna- pee!”

“Ha, you nasty girl. Go right ahead then.” Putting all his focus into his hips, Sukuna pounded into you, making sure you felt every inch of his cock. He nearly had you bent in half, his upper body leaning dangerously close to yours.

Whatever cries you had left were reduced to mindless babbles, overwhelmed tears threatening to fall as you came again. There was the rush of an orgasm coursing through you, making your cunt spasm and milk Sukuna for all he was worth.

But there was another feeling, one much more wet than you anticipated. With every forward thrust of Sukuna’s hips, a gush of liquid was forced out, coating everything within reach.

“Dirty girl, squirtin’ all over me like this.” Letting your knees fall back down to your sides, Sukuna pulled his cock out and stared down at his body, dripping with your release. “Even made a mess of the bed.” Sitting up on your elbow, you could see the dark stain forming on the bedsheets and feel the moisture begin to seep into your skin.

“M’not...not dirty.” Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth, about as heavy as your head and you fall back down onto the bed, vaguely aware of some stray tears that have fallen onto your face.

“Yes you are.” Sukuna immediately counters, a sick smile on his face as he pushes his cock back inside you, a low whine emanating from the back of your throat at the stretch to your sensitive walls. “You’re my dirty girl, and we’re gonna have a fun three days together.”

[shlutnutt]

make it hurt

sum: punishing tate for being a bratty bitch lol

w: dom reader x sub tate, vibrator usage, handjob, oral(female recieving), overstimulation, edging, 69 kinda?

Your beloved remained silent, more than well aware of the small deep-colored vibrating toy you fidgeted around your palm. Not a single word escaped his lips nor a muscle seem to have shifted for comfort. He only layed on your guys' shared bed, the black latex suit he had on delighfully reflecting against the bright slightly orange-tinted lamp that resided just a few feet away from him. You would've believed he'd fallen asleep in his pretty boy fuck suit until you suddenly heard him voice

"i want it to hurt.."

Ignoring his neediness, you watched how Tate quickly returned to his dimming silence, filling in the quietness from his commentary and unzipping the black mask, removing it from his head roughly, just for you to encounter nothing but obvious sweat spots on his forehead, under eyes and his shaggy hair, giving it a beautiful slight wet look, whilst he only breathed heavily, attempting to inhale in the cool air that explored the bedroom.

"Im not satisfied with you behavior today, you nee-"

"yes! yes i know, please.. punish me, please. i deserve it~.."

Tate's neediness only made your insides crumble, the way he patiently waited for your arrival in his fuck toy suit, how he was positioned and ready for you. You only allowed your cunt to form those bitter-sweet juices you'd let out of whenever you were excited, whenever Tate excited you. How he'd ever so often give up his need of showing dominance and fully submit to you, never failed to drive you over the edge.

"Tell me what you want, my pretty toy?" you firmly questioned the man, observing how his eyes scanned through your body, in which you only snapped once, catching his gaze by surprise.

"I need you to touch me.. to make me yours, tease me, bite me, kiss me. I want it all.. p-please, y/n~" Tate was quick to reply, shifting his gaze from your own down to his enlarging crotch, in which's sight you hummed to, him softly whimpering under his breath from the lack of touch.

Langdon knew how much you hated when he had an attitude with you, like today, how he continuously rolled his eyes at you whilst you tried to explain why you were in such a hurry to leave for work. Obviously even after apologizing a counted amount of times, you were aware of how much he wanted to get on your nerves again, now it being knowingly known that he was aware of needing a well taught lesson as well.

You, though only looking over at his needful self, you continued to toy around the buzzing object you had in hand, deciding between which level were to be the day-maker for the both of you.

Now taking a few leepful steps towards the man, you managed to delighfully remove the lace underwear you wore under the silk pyjama gown that hugged your form nicely, standing brief-less beside Tate, his eyes becoming needier to the minimum movement.

"i ne- oh~" you heard Tate get rudely interrupted, by the feeling of your kneeled leg applying pressure onto the bed, sinking down slowly you decided to include your left leg now, lifting and accomodating it by his toned side, you straddling his suited form now.

"what was that?" you only leaned down to whisper, the feeling of your dampened cunt leading you to the thought of skipping the teasing procedure and going straight to what you came for.

Tate only breathed heavily, holding aback those sweet little moans, as you glided the powered-off toy up and down his upper chest, tapping it smoothly across his pink-tinted clothed nipples. "baby.. please. please.." he only proceeded to beg, as the little sweat that rested on his forehead multiplicated with each and every tap you'd gift him with. "m-mommy!" Langdon yelled out now, the twitching of his cock speeding up under you, more than prepared for it's release from the slight bit of sexual affection you shared with him.

"don't cum until I tell you, okay?"

"mhmm~.."

"use your words."

"yes. yes, okay? yes!"

His urgent response was what drove you over the edge, what made you quickly switch your position from regular cowgirl to reverse cowgirl ontop of his upper chest, your bare cunt only being a few inches away from his face, making him whimper to himself, his member only being a few inches away from yours, making those sweet-bitter juices now drip out of your cunt.

"are you gonna be good for me?" you questioned with need.

"i p-promise i'll be good.." hesitated Tate, knowing how difficult this task was going to be due to how bad he wanted to cum already.

Unzipping his crotch zipper now, you set his pre-cum dipped cock free, bits and bits of little juices leaking out of its reddening tip. The view only being mesmerizing and needful, you were quick to turn on the vibrator on the lowest level available and rapidly attaching it to the very tip of his cock, smoothly gliding it down to the base, lower to the balls and back up right behind the tip, memorizing how this sweet spot drove him crazy, his moans increasing suddenly to the gesture.

Enjoying his struggle you soon turned up the toy to its higher setting, now starting with the balls and back up. Adding extra pressure onto his tip you notice how his toes curled and his thighs shook repeatedly, his release not being too far from nearing.

"remember what i told, Tate." you reminded as you felt him become uncontrollable by the second, you continuing your work.

Tate was more than eager for your approval to his release, so he found a quick distraction. With your pussy being ever so near to his face, he stuck his tongue out, it surprisingly reaching your clit. Him toying around with it as you toyed around with his tip, you couldn't help but to give in and push yourself further onto his face, his cock not for once not being your main focus point at the moment.

As the toy buzzed onto his, you proceeded to gift him with his request, for it to hurt.

You only powered off the toy and threw it to the side, retracing your concentration onto what you had infront of you, you elbowed on either side of his thighs, your cunt still being devoured by the man.

Carefully utilizing his pre juices as lube you begin to jerk him off, his moaning becoming unstoppably loud onto your pussy, the humming sensation making your legs tremble. You guided your hands to firmly grip on his bulge, making your way up to his tip and down to his balls repeatdly, increasing the speed with each and every moan he let out.

Hearing Tate shout out, "i c-can't.. im close!", hinted you that you were doing more than good, so you of course had to make it better. You stopped giving him his pleasure, edging him to making him near on cry in frustration. His begging and loud raspy whimpers feeling your heart with desire and pleasure, you slowly resumed your work, feeling his hot breath fan your cunt with the satisfactory sigh he let out.

"..hmm~.. can i cum now?" Tate was hesitant to ask, his tip now turning purple from overstimulation.

"think you deserve to cum?"

"y-yes!"

In no time you felt his release shoot up, landing on you and himself, you observing as his member returned to its natural pale-pink shade.

"i don't remember giving you permission.." you looked back at him, his eyes tighly shutting closed as you got up from your stance to pick up the toy you threw out of the way previously.

Turning on the toy to its higher setting once again you decided to involve your tongue with your work now, you licking at the base of his cock whilst the vibrator did its work on his overstimulated tip, his whimpers and uncontrollability just boosting you to keep going.

"i'll make it hurt, my pretty boy."

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[meltwonu]

| 𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔩 𝔦 𝔪𝔢𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 |     [CHAPTER 3]

pairing; fratboy!wonwoo x reader

this chapter’s notes; fratboy!wonwoo, possessive!dom!wonwoo, daddy!kink, sex toys, dirty talk, squirting, fingering, oral(fem receiving), sexy aftercare! YALL WHAT A WEEK EH? 🥴 I’m exhausted and about to sleep thru the entire weekend(in actuality☠️) fkjhsdh Will try to answer inbox msgs if I’m not too tired(if I am, def sunday!)💕💕💕 and maybe thirst posts in between sleep if I can! 😗 Exciting!! I’m trying to be a bit more active, at least on the weekends lol baby steps!!😭💕 Anyway, I hope y’all have a lovely weekend~ Enjoy ch 3! I love u!! 💕

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - x - x

“Is this… It?”

Wonwoo laughs; the smell of alcohol on his lips when he leans towards you. “No, I just thought we’d have a little fun before I gave you your real present later, is all.”

The party had ‘started’ at least an hour ago and Wonwoo, despite his dislike of parties, was already three drinks in by the time you were knocking on the front door of the loud frat house. He’d dragged you to the kitchen to make you a drink while you chatted with others for a bit before he was tugging you up the stairs and into his room.

“Unless you don’t wanna play, ‘cause that’s okay too.”

He twirls the vibrating panties around his index finger - head tilted slightly in your direction. You roll your eyes in return, reaching for the fabric as you lean in closer to his warmth. “Me? Not wanting to play? Do you even know me?” You quip back, already taking the fabric from between his fingertips as you reach under your skirt to start removing your panties to replace them with the ones Wonwoo had given you.

Biting his lip, he watches as you slowly slide your panties down your legs. “I’m trying to get to know you.” He mumbles - more to himself than to you but the slight giggle he hears from you lets him know that you heard him perfectly clear.

“I know. Although, let’s be real, we haven’t done much talking, huh?”

Wonwoo’s lips purse into an embarrassed smile; cheeks a pale pink when you finish changing and toss him your old panties.

“We can go on a date? Tomorrow? Sunday?” He offers - taking the fabric and putting it in his pants pocket for keeps.

Nodding, you reach for his hand, squeezing it before linking your fingers with his.

“Let’s figure it out when you’re not already 3 drinks in, hmm?”

You catch up and surpass Wonwoo’s level of drunkenness in no time; taking shots with Soonyoung before Wonwoo can finally catch you.

“H-hey!” The room spins as Wonwoo grabs your arm and you find yourself in the familiar empty kitchen as your eyes try to adjust to the brightness. “I was, hic, gonna drink another s-shot!”

“I know, but you need water and I’ve been trying to get you to drink some for the last 25 minutes.”

“Daddy, why’re you so meaaaaan…”

Wonwoo pauses, fingers frozen on the bottle cap before he turns to you. He hands you the bottle silently before reaching for his phone - eyes on you as you start to down the contents.

It only takes a few seconds before the vibrations start and you’re taken by surprise as you sputter and spill water all over the countertop and floor.

“Good girls know when to behave. And you’re not doing so well right now, sweetheart.”

Your thighs clamp together, fingertips almost crushing the plastic bottle as the vibrations send thrums of arousal pouring over your body in an instant. “Ah, I--hic, wh--what, but--but I…” The alcohol makes your body much more sensitive and your head feels hazy and overwhelmed with the toy pressed firmly against your clit. “Buh--but I just wanted to d-drink…”

“And I wanted you to drink some water and you ran to take shots, princess.”

Pouting, you shakily place the half empty bottle down onto the counter before you walk up to Wonwoo. You wrap your arms around his waist, quiet moans rolling off your lips as you stare up at his intoxicated expression. “Well, I was trying to until you decided to make me spill it...”

Wonwoo’s soft laughter reverberates in your chest and he’s quick to turn off the toy as you slump against him.

“Can we go back up to your room now, daddy?” Your voice is slightly slurred and muffled against his shirt; eyes fluttering shut as you inhale his addicting scent.

“Now where’d all the fun be in that, princess?”

Throughout the night, Wonwoo sporadically turns the toy on - making you jolt and latch onto the nearest person or object as your legs threaten to give out when he doesn’t always start off with the lowest setting.

“Whoa, you okay?” Mingyu asks, brows furrowed when your vice-like grip on his arm only tightens as Wonwoo sets the vibration speed higher. “You look like you’re gonna be sick. You might wanna slow down on those drinks.” Minghao nods in agreement, stepping closer to you to place a hand against your warm forehead.

“She’s kinda warm too. Must be all the alcohol.”

The pair nod to each other, convincing themselves it was all the drinks as Wonwoo shoots you a cocky smirk. You shift your weight to your left leg, making the toy sit perfectly against your clit in the process. The wetness in your panties was already unbearable and it was only getting worse.

“Fu--fuck… I’m okay, just---um, I think I need to go to the restroom.” You excuse yourself just as Wonwoo turns the toy off again and you pry your sweaty palm off of Mingyu’s arm before making a beeline for the restroom down the hall. Naturally, there’s a small line to get in and despite the fact you don’t really need to go, you figure splashing some water on your face would help you a little.

“My, my, who do we have here?”

It’s a voice you don’t recognize and when you lift your head to face the person in front of you, it’s a male you don’t know either. “Um… Can I… Help you?” You ask meekly. He’s very obviously inebriated, eyes unfocused as he gives you a once over before licking his lips.

“D’you wanna go in together? You can help me in there if you’d like.”

You can only grimace - fully ready to give him a piece of your mind when an arm slings around your shoulder and you feel yourself being tucked protectively into Wonwoo’s side.

“Sorry, but she’s going to be helping me right now, won’t you, princess?”

The tenseness in Wonwoo’s jaw is ever present even when he’s situated between your trembling thighs - the tip of his tongue running through your soaked folds before he slightly pulls away.

“Wanted to play with you downstairs a little longer but, ah, well… Isn’t this more fun, princess?”

“A-ah, will they b-be mad you’re, mmh, ditching your own p-party though…?” Wonwoo grins, eyes peering up at your slightly unfocused stare and your swollen lips.

“I don’t even think they noticed I was gone, sweetheart.”

Wonwoo leans in, dragging his tongue from your clit to your entrance as slowly as possible as you whine and start to ease your fingertips into his hair. “Oh, d-daddy…” You tug slightly, pulling him closer towards you as you start to grind against his waiting tongue.

“Oh, god, it feels s-so good… Been w-waiting for you to, ah, t-touch me all night…” He moves slow, circling your clit with his tongue before sucking the nub into his mouth. Garbled noises spill from your lips - mixing in with soft pleas for him to do more.

But despite Wonwoo’s original annoyance of someone else trying to hit on you, that being the reason he even decided to leave the party, he finds it all melting away the second you start moaning his name in pleasure.

He dips his tongue into your entrance, collecting the wetness on it as he moans against your skin at how sweet you taste. It sends shivers up your spine - toes curling and hips bucking up towards his mouth as you chase the feeling. “Wonwoo… D-daddy, more… Ah, please, w-wanna feel your f-fingers too…”

“Fucked your pretty ‘lil cunt so good yesterday and you’re still so needy, huh, princess?” He reaches his hand in between your legs, popping his fingers into his wet mouth before running them through your folds.

“So greedy. Always want your cunt stuffed full of me, hmm? Whether it’s my cock or my fingers. Even just having my tongue on you is enough to get you to cum.” Once he deems his fingers wet enough, he positions his index and middle finger at your entrance before he starts to slowly sink them both inside of you. “Pretty ‘lil cunt is always ready to take my cock, isn’t it?”

You’re so wet that his fingers slide in easily; already curling into your g-spot as you cry loudly into the air. “O-oh, fuck! Daddy, please…!” Letting go of Wonwoo’s hair, you opt to tangle your fingers into his bed sheets - simultaneously spreading your quivering legs further apart when he starts to thrust his fingers into you at a moderate pace.

“Please? Please what, sweetheart? Use your words.”

Wonwoo scissors his fingers, stretching your pussy open as you throw your head back against his pillows. “Ngh, want y-you to fuck me, ah, d-daddy… Wanna feel your cock i-inside…” He smiles, leaning back in to pepper kisses on your inner thighs before you feel his tongue on your clit again.

He flicks the nub with the tip of his tongue at the same time he curls his fingers into your g-spot, sending your overly sensitive body hurtling towards an orgasm as you whine and mewl above him.

“D-daddy… I c-can’t, I--ah!”

Your walls clamp down hard onto his fingers; entire body trembling as you cum on his fingers and his tongue. And he works you through it - curling and wiggling his fingers inside your pussy to milk your orgasm.

“Mm, now you’re even more wet, princess~ Ready to take my cock?” Your head is buzzing, fingertips loosening their grip on the bed sheets when he slowly starts to pull his fingers from inside of you. “Mmhmm… Ah, hurry d-daddy… fuh--feels so e-empty…”

Wonwoo slowly sits up from between your legs; popping the wet digits into his mouth to lick off your wetness.

“So insatiable.”

You realize when Wonwoo positions his cock at your entrance that this is truly the first time you get to see his naked body since he’d come back.

“Daddy, I--”

The words get caught in your throat as he swiftly bottoms out in a singular thrust; his abs tightening and showing off his toned muscles as you feel yourself start to drool over his physique.

You tell yourself to ask him for pictures later, if you can remember.

The oversensitivity in your body makes you whimper and you’re quick to wrap your legs around his waist when he starts a moderately quick pace.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty, sweetheart.” Admittedly, Wonwoo knows he won’t be able to hold out for very long himself - already too aroused to stave off his orgasm for much longer with your slick walls sucking his cock in deeper. “And you’re all mine, right?”

You nod back frantically, bleary eyes peering up at Wonwoo’s own blown out pupils. “Ngh, y-yes, fuck! I’m, hah, y-yours… God, I don’t wan’t a-anyone, ah, else, daddy…”

Your words go straight to his cock as he growls, “That’s right. Only daddy gives you what you want, right, princess? Only my cock satisfies you the way you want - filling you up to the brim and keeping you full, just how you like it.”

“Mmh, oh g-god, Wonwoo…” Whines pour from your mouth as you dig your heels into his lower back to press him closer into you. 

His cock grazes against your cervix as you mewl; back arching off the bed with how deep he was fucking you.

He uses a free hand to reach down to your clit, rubbing the swollen, sensitive nub between his fingertips as you immediately latch a shaky hand onto his forearm. “P-please, oh, mmh!”

Wonwoo smirks, watching as your eyes cross from the immense pleasure pouring over your body. “C’mon, princess. Wanna feel you cumming on my cock again before I fill this filthy ‘lil cunt of yours with cum.”

You’re reduced to rushed, broken cries of his name as the pressure builds inside your body quickly; only a loud gasp falling from your lips as the tension snaps for a second time, only this time, much stronger than the first.

“Fuck, that’s right, cum for me, baby.”

He works you through your orgasm, fucking you harder as you squirt all over his lower half and the bed sheets.

 Drool dribbles down your chin, thighs shaking uncontrollably when Wonwoo pulls all the way out to tap the head of his cock against your sensitive clit - making your body jolt with each slap before he’s quickly sheathing his throbbing cock back inside your tight cunt.

“God, you’re so tight and wet, princess. Bet you feel so fuckin’ good, huh?” Wonwoo licks his lips, “Gonna cum inside your pretty ‘lil cunt now, okay?”

You nod, lips parted in quiet moans when you feel his thick cock throbbing between your walls. “H-hurry, give it to me, d-daddy… Wanna feel y-you, ah, cumming inside my p-pussy…”

He only groans in return, letting the pleasure wash over him as his orgasm starts to crest. 

This time, you work him through it - clenching around his cock as he continues to thrust into you. “Mmh... suh--so good...” You slur out; head fuzzy as you bathe in the post orgasmic haze. 

And Wonwoo fares no better - fingertips digging into your skin as he rides out his high. 

“Oh... fuck.” 

When you come to, it doesn’t even fully process to you what’d happened.

“Sweetheart? Princess? Baby?” 

Wonwoo’s voice sounds muffled as you try to sit up, but he’s quick to slow you down as he sighs. “Ah, not--not so fast. You just passed out, I was... really scared for a second there, sweetheart.” He leans in close, checking your eyes before gently stroking your cheek. “Are you okay? Feeling faint? Does your head hurt? Or any part of you, really.” 

“I--I don’t even remember that happening... Just, you were cumming and then everything went... dark.” You shake the tension from your body - already noting that you were re-dressed in your panties and one of Wonwoo’s big shirts. “I... Well, I’m not drunk anymore?” 

He shakes his head as you laugh airily; trying to ease his nerves. “Baby, are you sure you’re okay?” The ‘baby’ makes your heart jump as you mumble a shy ‘mmhmm’ back. 

“Okay, now you really need to drink some water. I got you cleaned up while you were out and put you in some warm clothes. I’ll grab you something to eat from downstairs in a bit, I’m sure there’s boxes of pizza still down there.” Wonwoo grabs a water bottle from the nightstand, handing it to you as he sits by your side. “I haven’t even given you your actual gift and you already passed out once for the night.” 

Gently slapping his arm, you down half the water bottle before you pass it back to him. 

“Can I still have it or will it also make me pass out again?” 

This time, the two of you share a laugh as he gets up from the bed and walks over to his dresser to fetch a small box. “I mean, I guess it depends on how you see it?” 

He passes you the small box - slightly nervous when you start to inspect it. 

“You’re not trying to pull a Van Gogh moment with a cut off piece of ear or something are you?” Wonwoo laughs; loud and exaggerated. 

“Sadly not. But open it, I think you’ll like it.” 

You start opening the small box, pulling away the layers of printed tissue paper to reveal a set of two keys. “Keys?” 

“Mmhmm.” 

“To... The library?” 

Wonwoo snorts, doubling over in laughter as he slaps his leg. “N-no... A key for the frat house and a key... for my bedroom. So you can have access here whenever you want. Or need, really.” 

You’re taken by surprise as you dangle the keys in front of your face; cheeks warming up at the fact Wonwoo essentially gave you keys to his private space. “I--Wow, I--Wonwoo... This, wow... I don’t know what to say.” 

“Good or bad?” 

“G-good! Really really good but just... are you sure?” 

He nods back - shy eyes avoiding the way you stare at him. 

“I--I want to trust you more and I want you to trust me too. You don’t have to give me keys to your place or anything at all. I just want you to know that you have a place here if you want to study or just chill. I don’t have a big work load this semester so I’m in here a lot anyway. And let’s be real, we can’t alway mess around in the library, right?”

 He chuckles gently under his breath, “But we can play all we want in here.” 

You nod, mentally contemplating whether or not to do the same. 

I’ll think about it later, you tell yourself.

“What if wanna just sleep here with you, hmm? Nothin’ sexy.” You ask, twirling the keys around your finger. 

“You can do that. I’d like that actually. Why don’t we do that tonight, huh, baby? Stay the night and then we can go out for breakfast in the morning.”

Biting your lip, you place the keys back into the box before setting it on the nightstand. “I’d like that too.” 

Wonwoo gets up from the bed, dusting off his sweats before readjusting his glasses. 

“For now, I think you need to eat some cold pizza from downstairs. I’ll be right back, okay?”

“Okay~”

[glowingbadger]

Hi…I came running as soon as the request opened. I just had my bday and would love a…Sylvain modern day nsfw / SFW fic about celebrating his s/o bday pls? Thanks a bunch.

Yes indeed! Sorry my requests are so backed up that it took me a while to get to this lol but I hope you had a lovely birthday!

Sylvain (FE3H) x AFAB Reader (no pronouns)

Birthday fluff & smut - Modern AU

NSFW 18+

"Hand over your controller, you're banned from the next round," Felix scowls with an intensity hardly suited to a game of Smash Bros, but Sylvain merely grins as he rolls his eyes.

"It's not my fault you can't time your shield properly," Sylvain says as he tosses his controller towards Mercedes, who fumbles it a bit on contact, "But fine, if you guys can't handle my masterful strategies, then go play in the kiddie pool with each other for a bit."

You give your boyfriend a skeptical grin as he wraps an arm around your waist beside you, seemingly oblivious to the stream of critical comments regarding his "masterful strategies." The general consensus is that they were cheap and repetitive at best, but Ingrid does remind everyone that they should have expected Sylvain to go to such lengths to win in front of you.

Annette leans back over the arm of the couch to look up at the two of you,

"Hey Sylvain, since you've been dishonorably discharged, mind grabbing us some refills?"

"'Dishonorably discharged,' c'mon-" he scoffs, looking to you for backup, but before you can chime in, Ingrid adds,

"Formally exiled?"

Followed by,

"Kindly instructed to piss off," from a still very irritated Felix. Sylvain throws his hands up and sighs,

"Fine, fine, another round of drinks from your humble servant," he nudges you on his way to the stairs, "Mind giving me a hand? We're looking at eight or nine drinks."

"And be an accomplice to a known criminal?" You reply with a smirk, though you do follow to help nonetheless.

You can't remember the last time you felt so naturally warm and giddy. Sylvain can be a terrible tease, and sometimes more flippant than you'd like- but there's no doubt in your mind that he cherishes you, especially given all he'd arranged for your birthday. By some miracle, he'd managed to get all of your mutual friends to schedule time that weekend to spend at a rented cabin ("cabin" only in the loosest sense of the word- it's more of a rustic mansion), sharing drinks and food, games and movies, and enough dumb jokes that your face is already sore from laughter. You hadn't expected him to go to such lengths for your birthday, and if you did dare to imagine how he would choose to celebrate, you'd assumed it would be something more traditionally romantic. But frankly, that he'd instead chosen to surround you with your friends showed that he understood you better than perhaps you'd even considered.

Not to say you haven't been quite pleased with the moments of alone time that the two of you have stolen among the celebrations. And judging by the sideways glance he sends your direction as you follow him up the stairs from the basement, he has something similar in mind for you right now.

As you reach the kitchenette area, you mumble to yourself,

"Okay, it was Pilsner for Ingrid and Dimitri, gin and tonic for Dedue-"

"C'mere, you," Sylvain says in a low and devious tone as he tugs you to him by the waist. He cuts off your coy laughter with his lips on yours. Strong hands run up your sides as he pushes you against the nearest wall, and the sound of your friends downstairs immediately fades from your mind. With a soft moan, you part your lips for his tongue, as skillful as ever as it runs against yours, sensually exploring your mouth. Then, you feel his hand grab at your ass, shamelessly enjoying the feeling of your flesh filling out his palm and then some. He gives a low groan, and his kisses begin to trail away from your lips and along your jawline. Already panting despite yourself, you cling to the front of his t-shirt and manage to say,

"Sylvain-! The... the others will notice- we don't have time..."

"No time to spoil the guest of honor on their own birthday?" he whispers against your ear, "Just try me. You won't last more than five minutes."

His fingers play coyly at the hem of your shorts, but his lips part from you as he awaits your go-ahead. You give a slanted smile and say,

"You win one round of Smash and get all cocky. Fine, just try it- but if it takes too long, we have to go b-"

Before you can finish, he's lifted you into his arms, only to set you down, sitting on the nearest countertop. Sylvain catches you in one more deep, impassioned kiss, pulling yet another gasping moan from you. Your thighs grip around his hips, but he suddenly breaks from you, leaving your very-kissed lips slightly parted. Then, he tugs your shorts and panties down your legs at once, and lowers onto his knees.

"Sylvain!" you gasp out, though you do lean back and angle yourself for him as his head dips between your parted thighs. Your boyfriend wastes no time- in an instant, the heat of his mouth is on your clit and the surrounding sensitive flesh. Throwing your head back, you moan aloud, glad that the TV downstairs is so loud and your friends are shouting and jeering their way through their next match. Without a thought, your fingers tangle through his fiery hair, urging him on as his tongue pulses eagerly against your stiffened clit. Sylvain's hands grip your thighs as he presses himself against you, servicing you near obsessively. It seems he meant to make good on that "no more than five minutes" threat.

The heat of his breath and the vibration of his voice send a shiver up your spin as he groans against you. For a moment, his tongue travels lower, teasing at your soaking wet entrance. You whimper, your hips pitching towards him subconsciously as he laps at your juices. He thrusts into you, and you gasp out his name, your fingers tightening in his hair. Still- he doesn't linger there for long. He can tell you're close. Returning to your aching clit, he buries himself between the soaked lips of your pussy, sucking at the tender flesh while the tip of his tongue flicks across the sensitive little nub.

Your eyes roll back, your legs tremble around him, and you swear that for a moment, you see white. With a final cry of his name, you grind your hips against him, urging him harder against your throbbing clit until you cum with a powerful shudder through your entire body. Panting heavily, face flushed, you watch him pull away from you with a smirk and a pleased hum. Once more, he drags his tongue along your slit, licking up your cum and savoring your taste and your little squeak of surprise.

"No... no fair..." you whimper out. Sylvain only chuckles as he rises to his feet with your previously discarded shorts and panties in hand.

"So? How long did you last, babe?" he prods with an absolutely insufferable smirk. You make an attempt at a disapproving glare as you snatch your clothing from him. At first, you ignore the question, sliding back onto your feet to dress yourself. "C'mon," Sylvain graciously allows you to make yourself presentable before urging you to look at him with a hand at your chin, "tell me how quickly I made you cum."

Your eyes dart to the nearby microwave clock, and you grumble,

"Just under four minutes..."

Sylvain's grin widens, and he places a sweet and soft kiss to your lips,

"Happy birthday, babe."

"That was... a hell of a present," you admit with a shy smile.

"Please, that was only a warmup," he says, amber eyes indulgently wandering your body, "Your birthday's not over yet, you know. You'll get the real present later tonight."

The mere thought causes that familiar warmth to bloom at your core, and you have half a mind to drag him away to the nearest bed here and now. But then, you both turn your heads at the sound of roaring cheers and boos, and the telltale banter of the end of another round. You and Sylvain exhale in unison, and he turns to the refrigerator while you take a moment to finish composing yourself.

"Right, so we're looking at two Pilsners, a gin and tonic, two rum and cokes, a cider, and... y'know what, let's just bring the wine down there with us for ease of access."

Sylvain rattles off everyone's drink orders as though he hadn't just interrupted his errand to drive you to a mind-numbing orgasm. You give an awkward half-smile and shrug, then come to receive as many drinks as you can carry. As he lists them off to ensure he hasn't forgotten anyone's order, you interrupt him by standing on your toes and planting a brief but tender kiss to his lips.

"Thank you, Sylvain," you see his eyebrow quirk upward and go on, "For- for planning all of this just for my birthday. And for the incredible orgasm," you add, since you can see him about to mention it, "but mostly for how fun this whole weekend has been."

Seeing Sylvain blush is a rare treat, but you're certain you can see that faint flush across his fair complexion at your praise. His gaze softens and he says simply,

"You know I'd do anything for you."

Soon enough, you're both headed back to the basement with arms full of drinks, moving slowly to avoid tripping or spilling. As you start distributing your cargo, Felix mutters something about the wait, to which Sylvain flippantly replies,

"Sorry man, beer can exploded, total mess."

"Dumbass," Felix mutters, though he receives his hard cider graciously. Sylvain glances over at you, and the knowing smirk he wears, tinged with genuine warmth and fondness, makes you all the more eager for the coming night.

[writing-in-april]

Unwinding in the Vines

Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: Reader can’t get enough of cuddling Spencer.

A/N: Hey Heyyyy! Here’s my twenty-third fic for my 30 fics in 30 days for April! Sorry this one is again out a little later than usual- I’ve started a new job and it was my mom’s birthday today! This ones based on this request from @lexieshuntingsstuff- it’s a user smol sweet moment between Reader and Spencer. Feel free to send me an ask here (I promise I don’t bite lol) Thanks for reading and hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Vague mentions of death (of minor characters & a tree lol) & Reader is overprotective of Spencer after he had a run in with an unsub- other than that it’s just a smol fluffy moment.

Main Masterlist Word Count: 1.2k

His arms were wrapped around my torso tight. They wound around to hug every dip and curve of my body, like the vines of ivy trailing up the tree he was resting his back on. Unlike the tree, who was being choked slowly to death by the vine, I thrived under his hold.

His hold on me made me feel safer than I ever had been, grounding me. Him being clingy also assured me that he was real, I could feel his skin on mine, even when his touch was dampened by our clothing. Though I craved him being closer, even more clingy than he already was being, I’d have to settle with how we were. I tried to sink into his touch even more despite it not being possible, winding my own arms up around his to create vines of my own.

I often felt unsafe, specifically at my job which was also Spencer’s. He was by my side through every investigation, through thick and thin, willing to do whatever it takes. It didn’t matter whether we were personally involved or it was the most routine case we had all year, he was always by my side. Though I often craved for him to be closer to me, to smother me with his whole body twisted around me from the tips of my toes to the top of my head.

I then hooked my legs around his, intertwining myself even further into him, no longer knowing where I stopped and he began. It had been too close of a call during the last case for me not to want him so close. He was the one holding me, but really I was protecting him from the man who dared pull a gun on him even though he was dead.

“What are you thinking about?” Spencer spoke up pulling me out of my daydream for a moment.

I fiddled with my fingers that I had intertwined with his, assuring me that he was here, safe and here to keep me safe. He nudged my side as I started to drift off back into my thoughts to prompt me to give him an answer, “How much closer I want you,” Was the first answer that came to my mind, until the true answer came to me. I hesitated, reluctant to spill my guts even though I knew he wouldn’t be mad, “ and- how glad I am that you’re safe…”

His breath hitched, probably him thinking back to his brush with death, all because of some cocky unsub so chaotic he had been hard to predict. I wanted to apologize for bringing it up, but Spencer had already moved on from the subject, choosing to focus on the positive, “I don’t think I can’t physically be closer- unless you want our atoms fuse.”

I giggled a little along with Spencer, making our chests vibrate with one another. Twisting myse a little around for just a moment I booped the tip of his nose delicately before teasing him with my tongue stuck out just a bit, “Think you could figure that out doc?”

“Maybe- I could probably do it with an assistant.” He teased right back, with a boop on my nose too as revenge.

“Only if it’s me.”

“I’d never be able to do anything without you.” My heart swelled at the affection, just as it always did around Spencer. He always leveled attacks of affection on me, which some would find obnoxiously overbearing. I thought those people were crazy. I loved him so much, letting him go or him letting me go sounded sad. When we were unable to touch each other at work I always felt a slight pain in my chest at the thought of it. Guess that probably made me clingy as well, but Spencer loved it just as much as I did.

My mind had shifted back to thinking about the BAU, our job that caused constant turmoil within me. Ever since he had nearly been fatally wounded I couldn’t help but wonder if there was anything else for us, something safer. Looking up at the clouds floating along without a care in the sky, I envied their ability to be carefree, to be able to see where the wind takes them.

“Did you ever think this was where you’d be?” He looked up at the clouds with me, perhaps also wishing life would be just as easy and carefree.

“No.” It was true, and also not surprising. Whether his answer was about his job or about me, I knew that even not that long ago he never would have imagined being here underneath the tree with me. Though, I was still worried that he no longer wanted to be a part of the BAU, especially after the recent fiasco. I did not want him to stay only for me.

“Do you want to be here?” My meaning had a double entendres, at surface level meaning his time with the BAU which even with my anxiety over recent events, I knew realistically we were meant to be there. Suddenly I was now anxious for his answer to the other meaning, whether or not he wanted to be here tangled up with me. We had said the words I love you out loud, and even then self doubt liked to poison me.

“Yes.” His arms choked around me tighter, but I never felt more free to be me. I never felt more alive than when I was close to Spencer, thriving with him. My own arms were holding Spencer down to me, but he had told me once that I was the only reason he ever grew to be better which I happily did along with him.

My stomach rumbled, interrupting our deep conversation. It was loud enough that Spencer could hear it even with the breeze that was muffling almost everything. He moved his hand down to rub my stomach, soothing it for the time being. “Do you want to eat the rest of the food?”

Wistfully I looked over to the picnic basket that we had packed for our time to unwind. We had eaten only a small portion of it before he had pulled me back to rest on his chest. My stomach may be slightly rumbling, but I wouldn’t want to give up my hold on Spencer or have him give up his hold on me. “No, you’d have to let me go if I did.”

I felt warm, almost hot, his arms insulating all the heat inside me along with what I produced on my own. My cheeks were definitely burning, but I didn’t care, I felt safe here away from the horrors I faced everyday with him. I never wanted him to stop clinging on to me like a koala bear or like the vines around us. He brushed a finger along my cheek, which was probably hot to the touch as he then asked, “Are you sure I’m not holding you too tight?”

Nuzzling my face on the side of one of his arms, I then squeezed my palms around him three times, a silent confession of my love. Turning my head up I saw him looking down at me in adoration, not at the other beauties of nature around me. I squeezed him tight once again, trying to entangle us permanently like a vine to a tree before I told him, “No, it’s perfect.”

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[risottoneroo]

thighs........

a/n: aizawa is a thigh man, u cannot change my mind. thank u. i had trouble w his character at first but it got a lot easier as i went on lol

warnings: daddy kink, SMUT 18+ Please, d/s dynamics, thighfucking, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, fingering

You hummed softly, stretching out your legs on your couch and selecting “next episode” on Netflix. Your boyfriend would be home from his teaching job soon. You were dressed in one of his long-sleeved shirts and panties. Your job as a sidekick had shorter hours than his, so you were always home in time to shower and relax before he came home. 

You’d opened a bottle of wine, and took a sip from your glass as you absently watched the TV. Aizawa opened the door and took off his shoes and coat. He closed the door behind himself and walked over to you, kissing the top of your head. “Anything new happen today?”

You shrugged, offering him your wine glass. “Just a few purse snatchers. How were the kids?”

He took a sip and shrugged. “They were the same. Annoying.”

You chuckled a bit and took your glass back, nodding to the table. “Take some for yourself.”

He sat on the couch and poured himself a glass of wine. You slid your legs into his lap and kept watching your show. His fingers traced over your smooth thigh gently. “You shaved today.”

You chuckled and nodded. “Yeah, I did.”

He hummed, gripping your thigh gently. “Feels nice.”

You hummed. “You’re such a leg man.”

He chuckled, and you felt his cock swelling under your thigh. You shifted a little, teasing him. “What, too excited?”

He rolled his eyes. “Come on.”

He pulled you into his lap, hands sliding down your sides. He kissed you, slow and heavy, and you kissed back. Your legs settled on either side of him as you slid your tongue against his. He groaned, hips shifting up to grind on your pussy. You could feel yourself getting wet. 

You hummed and pulled back, standing and starting to walk away. Aizawa tried to pull you back, but you slipped away with a giggle. “You can have me if you can get me.”

He clicked his tongue, grabbing for your wrist again. “Someone feels like a brat today.”  

You licked your lips. “Maybe.”

Suddenly, you were pinned to the floor, your ass in the air and Aizawa holding your head down. You gasped, and he chuckled. “I’m still a pro, babydoll.”

He leaned down, hot breath washing over your ear. “Don’t fuck with me.”

You nodded, and he chuckled. “Good. But I think you deserve some punishment.”

His free hand slid between your legs. He rubbed your cunt through your panties and chuckled. “I can feel how soaked you are. Little tease.”

He straightened up, still holding down your head, and pulled his hand away. You heard his belt unbuckling, and whimpered. He chuckled. “Relax. Daddy’s just gonna use your cute thighs.”

The warm, slick head of his cock nudged at your thighs, and you heard him gasp a bit. “Good girl.”

He pushed between your smooth legs. You could feel his precum dripping all over your skin, and clenched your thighs together. “Daddy-“

He growled. “You’ll take what I give you.”

The warning was enough to keep you quiet until he started to thrust. The head of his cock nudged your clit just enough to spark through your body, and you whined. “Daddy, please-“

His hand came down on your ass with a loud slap and a sharp pain. “Shut the fuck up.”

You mewled, your body trembling. “Daddy-“

His hand fisted itself in your hair and yanked you up to press against his chest. “What the fuck did I just say?”

His thrusts between your thighs were getting rough, the sound of skin on skin echoing through the apartment. You whimpered, “I want your cock-“

His hand closed around your throat. “Now the little slut wants to cum. Huh? Now you want my cock?”

You nodded, gasping. He groaned softly. “Your little pussy is leaking all over my cock. I can feel it through your panties.”

The hand in your hair let go and slid down your stomach to dip into your panties. He swirled his fingers around your cunt. “So fucking soaked.”

He began to rub tight, slick circles around your clit, and you mewled. “Daddy, yes- Thank you-“

He purred. “You’re welcome.”

He was still thrusting between your thighs, and you could feel his cock throbbing against your skin. He kept rubbing your clit, and you could feel yourself getting closer to cumming. “D-Daddy-“

He growled, “Gonna cum?”

You nodded, and he snarled. “Then cum for me.”

You trembled, then you felt your orgasm slam into you hard. You saw stars, and your toes curled. “Daddy- I’m cumming!”

Aizawa let out a moan, burying his face into your shoulder. Your pussy pulsed and gushed all over his fingers as you shook and bucked in his arms. You felt warmth pulsing over your thighs, and realized hazily that he was cumming too. 

He worked you through your orgasm, both of you breathing heavily. You finally shuddered and pulled away. He kissed your cheek. “I liked that.”

You nodded, leaning into him. “You made a mess, though.”

He smirked. “I can fix that.”

You hummed softly. “Still horny?”

He pressed his still-hard cock against your ass. “You tell me.”

You giggled softly. “I think you should just fuck me and worry about cleanup later.”

He purred in your ear. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

He scooped you up, carrying you into the bedroom. You kissed his cheek. “I love you.”

He brushed your noses together. “I love you too.”

He laid you down on the bed, surveying the damage he’d done. “You look damn good with cum on your thighs.”

You laughed softly. “Perv.”

He shook his head. “You like it.”

He tied his hair back into a messy knot, some strands falling into his face. You smiled up at him. “Come here.”

He leaned down and kissed you, his hands sliding up your thighs. He pushed his shirt up and off you, leaving you in cum-stained panties. You sat up, breaking the kiss and tugging at his shirt. “Come on. Off.”

He chuckled and pulled off his shirt, then pushed his pants down and off. “So impatient.”

He leaned back in, kissing and nibbling your tits and sucking a nipple into his mouth. You moaned softly. “Daddy-”

You pulled him back into a kiss, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Come here.”

He shifted a bit and slid inside you with a soft groan, nipping at your lip. “Damn, you feel good.”

You moaned softly and leaned your head back, pulling him in close. “I love it when you fuck me.”

He started to fuck you slowly, his cock dragging deliciously against your sensitive cunt. “Yeah, you love it when Daddy fucks you?”

You nodded, biting your lip. “I love your cock, Daddy-”

He growled and started to kiss your neck, his tongue slipping over your skin. You whined, dragging your nails down his back. “Daddy- Shouta-!”

He moaned, his hips moving faster. You cried out, clenching down on him. He gasped. “Fuck, baby- You feel so good- Gonna-”

You whimpered, “Cum inside me-” He buried himself deep into you with a growl, and you could feel him pulsing inside you. You held him tight as he mumbled sweet nothings, kissing your neck and cheeks. 

He relaxed slowly, letting his weight down on you. You smiled and closed your eyes. He shifted and looked up. “Did you get to cum?”

You shook your head, stroking his hair. “It’s okay.”

He chuckled. “You know it’s not.”

Aizawa sat up and scooted down the bed, pulling your thighs over his shoulders. “Just relax, baby.”

You nodded and laid back, sighing softly. He licked up your pussy slowly, his tongue dragging over your sensitive clit. He pulled back a little and smirked. “You taste good with my cum dripping from your cunt.”

You pushed at his head gently. “Get back to licking.”

He shook his head and kept lapping at your clit, little kitten licks sending sparks through your body. They built fast. After a few minutes, you were shuddering and whimpering with every lick, and Aizawa was growling into you. You gripped his hair. “Daddy- Gonna-”

He grunted, and you curled around his head as you came hard. Pleasure washed through you as your orgasm wracked your body. “Daddy- Fuck-”

He kept licking until you were shuddering with overstimulation and pulled him away. He grinned at you. “Told you it mattered.”

You nodded, panting softly. “That was good.”

He collapsed on the bed next to you and kissed you. He tasted like cum. You moaned softly and pulled him close. “I love you.”

He hummed and laid his head on your chest. “Love you too.”

You stroked his hair, feeling peaceful.