#this is literally just them. kissing. half naked in a pool. if you think that will upset you don't look at it please :thumbsup:

[playername-player-of-games]

There are white, glowing eyes on the other side of the lagoon.

Cleo freezes- wild animals are not to be trifled with, especially when she has no weapons and is missing half her clothes-

But- wait. She peers through the darkness, her only light coming from clusters of glowberries hanging down from above and the white glow of the eyes that are steadily approaching- that's Lizzie, isn't it? Not some wild animal, but maybe a siren is worse.

(Not her Lizzie. Her Lizzie could never be as bad as a siren)

The water ripples lightly as she approaches her captain. Her skin is blue and scaly, her eyes an ethereal white that is so different from the timid blue of that girl in the manor, all that time ago. She lifts her head fully out of the water, finned ears flicking, the gold earring in her left dripping along with her hair.

Cleo shudders as Lizzie's claws brush over her shoulders- Cleo lowers herself in the water, bending her knees for stability as Lizzie tries to sit on her.

Cleo laughs, a light, breathy thing, and hooks her hands under Lizzie's thighs, pulling her closer and helping her stay. Her tail flicks lightly around Cleo's ankles, and she loops her arms around Cleo's neck. Cleo has to look up at her, with the way they're sitting- the glowberries are giving her something of a halo- maybe a crown. There's barely a breath of space between them.

"Remind me," Lizzie murmurs, gaze flickering to Cleo's lips for only a brief moment, "did I ever thank you for saving me?"

"No," Cleo smiles, "I don't think you did."

"Well," Lizzie breathes, leaning in, "thank you."

Her lips are soft and sweet- the kiss is delicate and timid. Cleo leans into it, smiling against Lizzie's lips as the phantom heartbeat in her ear jumps, beating faster.

Lizzie pulls away. Cleo lets her go, still smiling.

"You're very welcome, trinket."

She snorts and leans in again, this time timidly kissing the corner of Cleo's mouth and trailing carefully up to her ear- gaining more confidence with each press of her lips- once she's reached her ear, her lips trail downwards until her head is resting on Cleo's shoulder, lips against her neck, smiling.

"I've wanted to do that for a long time," Lizzie murmurs, tail flicking idly, then wrapping around Cleo's thigh underwater.

Cleo laughs- adjusting her hold and managing to kiss Lizzie's cheek- "I'm glad you did."

[teamatsumu]

Can you write a sakusa x reader smut with degradation, dumbification, choking, hair pulling, orgasm denial, breeding kink and praise kink with a dom Sakusa? (i'm a whore for this man) thx<3

his form of love. (sakusa kiyoomi x reader)

word count: 1744

warnings: fem!reader, smut, this is literally just porn, swearing, degradation, orgasm denial, literally all the stuff that was in the ask.

taglist: @keiva1000

He had been eyeing you all night.

And not in the usual way. Not how he looked at everyone else. Bored, almost apathetic, only half listening. No, he looked at you with purpose. There was heat simmering behind his dark eyes, eyelids sliding down to half mast when you met his gaze. His stare would run down your body, over the lovely black silk dress he had bought you for the occasion. He would follow the line of your throat, the nape of your exposed neck as your hair had been pulled up in an intricate updo. The daintiest golden chain surrounded your neck, matching with the earrings you had chosen to wear. And though his face was blank, his eyes spoke volumes.

He liked what he saw.

His hand found your thigh on the drive home, the steady heat of it becoming part of your skin. He made no other move, but this was enough. That hand came with a promise. You knew him well enough to know what he meant when he got like this.

‘I’m going to ruin you.’

He didn’t jump you as soon as the door shut behind the two of you. No, Sakusa wasn’t that kind of man. He was deliberate, always thinking, always contemplating. He had incredible self control, and he truly believed that patience reaped the highest reward. And so he carefully removed his shoes as well as unstrapped your heels, peeling them from your sore feet. With gentle hands, he rubbed at your soles and ankles, hand sliding up the skin of your calves. You shivered at the contact. Sakusa paid it no mind.

He helped remove your necklace, helped undo the various pins in your hair. He carded his fingers through the strands, easing them and the tight stretch they had been under all night. You took off his tie in return and brushed the black suit jacket off his broad shoulders, undoing the first two buttons on his sleek, white shirt. His firm grip on your wrist stopped you from going further. His eyes bore into yours. No words were exchanged.

He smoothly pulled down the thin straps of your dress off your shoulders, both at the same time, and let them hang off your arms. Stepping closer, he skimmed the faintest of kisses over your skin, the ghost of his lips barely there, and you let out a quiet sigh. His body had yet to make contact with yours, but you could still feel his heat, radiating off him and enveloping you as well. He finally let his lips press firmly to your skin, at the juncture of your shoulder and neck, and let them stay there.

“Are you ready, my love?” His breath hit your skin.

You nodded.

“You remember your colors?”

You nodded again.

“And what’s your color right now?”

“Green.”

He needed no more words.

His hands ran up your sides, the dress sliding under his grip. His lips became more persistent, nibbling and biting at your neck, leaving tiny little marks in places he would stop and suckle on the skin. You let your eyes fall shut, basking in his touch and his presence. Your hands ran over his massive shoulders, wanting to feel more of him. But you knew better than to tug on his clothes or attempt to take them off. Sakusa had a certain way of doing things, and in the mood he was in right now, he wanted you pliant and submissive, something you were more than willing to give.

He had you naked before him in seconds, your dress pulled down until it pooled at your feet, undergarments following quickly. You shivered under his gaze when he stepped back to admire you, his hands running up your bare skin. He tapped your ass, nudging you in the direction of the bed.

“Go. Hands and knees.”

You complied eagerly, positing yourself in the center of the bed exactly as he had told you. You heard him shuffling around, the sound of his clothes coming off, carefully placed on a chair. You waited patiently until the mattress dipped behind you, and his touch was back on your skin. You arched more, ass sticking out for him. He hummed in approval.

“So perfect.”

His hands massaged your ass, touch more firm and deliberate now. When his fingers slid through your slit, you felt yourself clench. Sakusa tsked.

“Already so wet. I’ve barely touched you, baby. You wanted me that bad?”

The question was rhetorical, but you nodded frantically anyway. Sakusa slid a finger knuckle deep into you in response. You let out your first moan of the night.

“So ready. I don’t think I even need to prep you. You’re so soaked. It’s almost pathetic.”

You whined at his words, clenching hard around his finger. You pushed back on him a bit, wanting more stimulation than this. You had been so patient, letting him indulge, but your mind was quickly fogging up, wanting nothing more than to feel his cock carve into your core.

You nearly gasped when Sakusa draped his naked body over your own, his weight pressing your shoulders down until your face was buried in the sheets, cheek squished into the mattress. His lips brushed over your ear.

“What do you want?”

You opened your mouth to speak, crying out when another finger joined the first one inside you, curling into the spot that made you see stars.

“Cat got your tongue? You were so eager a minute ago, pushing your ass into me. Speak up, whore.”

“Cock.” You gasped out, tears swimming in your vision as Sakusa’s fingers plunged in and out of you roughly. “Want- want cock.”

He hummed in reply, teeth sucking on a patch of skin on your shoulder. “Princess wants cock? Where?”

Everywhere. In my mouth, in my hands, in my pussy, in my ass. But you couldn’t speak, not when his thumb rubbed hard over your clit, the knot in your stomach tightening. Sakusa bit hard into your shoulder.

“Omi. Gonna cum.” You choked out, clenching desperately around him, feeling the knot in your stomach getting bigger and tighter.

“Don’t you dare.” Sakusa bit out. “Don’t you dare, slut. Didn’t even answer my question. You don’t deserve to cum. Hold it.”

Yet his fingers didn’t slow. His thumb didn’t stop abusing your poor, swollen clit. You screamed and cried, babbling that you couldn’t, that it was too much, that you were sorry, sorry, sorry….

Your vision blanked as you came, eyes rolling up and every muscle locking, squirming and thrashing under Sakusa’s weight, his brutal ministrations never once slowing as he pulled the intense orgasm out of you until you were overstimulated and dizzy, weeping in his grip. You whimpered when his fingers pulled out, but he didn’t leave you empty for long, the tip of his cock poking at your entrance.

“You didn’t listen.” Sakusa’s voice was low and calm, like he hadn’t just given you an earth-shattering orgasm. “I told you not to cum. And you did. Well, I suppose I should have expected that. I’ve always known you had no self control. Desperate little thing. Your cunt just can’t handle a good fucking.”

His cock started pushing into you then, making your mouth drop open at the stretch. It didn’t matter how many times Sakusa fucked you, his cock always burned as it entered your tiny hole. And you loved it. You moaned wantonly at the feeling. Long fingers tangled in your hair and pulled your head up, a sharp pain running through your scalp. You clenched at the feeling.

Sakusa set a punishing pace, cock ramming into you hard and fast until you were screaming out, fisting the bedsheets under you. His hips slammed into your ass with every thrust, heavy balls hitting your clit and giving you just enough stimulation to squirm under him. His You babbled and cried through it, words lost in the air and incomprehensible, but your boyfriend didn’t seem to mind. He encouraged it in fact, mouth right next to your ear as he talked, his soft curls brushing over your cheeks.

“Good little whore. Taking me so well. Fuck. You were made for this cock, weren’t you? Always getting all weepy when I stuff it in you. My dumb girl. My stupid little girl. Holy fuck-”

Whoever said Sakusa was a man of few words hadn’t seen him when he was balls deep in your pussy.

“You want my cum?” He choked out, pace getting sloppier. You knew he was also nearing his end, just as you were. “Tell me baby, you want it?”

You screamed when he hit your sweet spot, nodding the best you could in your position. “Omi- I…. Omi.”

He groaned again, face burying into your neck. “Gonna give it to you. Gonna empty all of it inside you. You’re gonna take it all and give me a baby in return?”

You arched impossibly higher, hole clenching tight as you came around him. Sakusa moaned loud and low, his grip on your hips bruising. A few more moments and several curses later, his hips were stuttering, cock twitching inside you as warmth flooded through your core. He shoved his cock as far as it would go, eyes squeezing shut as your cunt milked him for all he was worth. You panted, taking in big gulps of air as Sakusa finally stilled.

When he pulled out, you whimpered in protest, suddenly feeling extremely empty. Gentle hands guided you to lie down on your side, running down your waist and over your very sore legs. You sighed at the feeling, opening your eyes slightly to meet Sakusa’s.

His curly hair was a mess on his head, forehead shining with sweat and cheeks flushed. This was your first time seeing him since you had propped yourself on the bed, and you smiled up at his wild appearance. Normally so put together, so meticulous about everything he did, yet completely unbothered by the mess you two had become. Your heart squeezed when you realized you were the only person who ever got to see him like this.

“You okay?” He asked, making you nod and slide closer to him. He pulled you towards him in response, guiding your head to lay on his chest. You closed your eyes and relaxed into his hold.

“Love you, Omi.”

You felt a gentle kiss press to your hairline in response.

[didyoulookforme]

“matty has no problem getting himself off in front of you. whether it is by using his hand or having to hump a pillow or whatever”

oh lord i need a blurb of this right now im so serious, matty humping a pillow to get off would be so hot😵‍💫

my dearest anon, thank you for feeding into my delusion ♥️

smutty nonsensical half-baked ramble below.

so here’s the deal.

this is probably one of those nights when matty comes over to your place after his shift is done. you like having your own space so that’s why you don’t live together yet btw, but you might as well be with all of the nights he spends over. and he’s also literally taken over part of your closet, having a designated spot for all of his music t-shirt collection and shorts. ANYWAY. it’s late, you’ve both had dinner and are listening to one of your records as you cuddle on the couch, sharing a glass of red wine. why use two when you can only dirty up one, right?

you want to lay down, so you grab your pillow you keep by the couch (you often nap there because it’s cozy and love falling asleep while listening to music) and place it on his lap with your head on top gazing up at him. matty looks down as he takes a sip of the wine and you can’t help but notice as he grins, an expression you know all too well by now.

“don’t act like this is the first time i’ve had my head between your legs.”

“what now? can’t your boyfriend get excited seeing his girl down on his lap?”

“alright. that's fair. but can your girlfriend know what dirty thought is rattling inside that filthy mind of yours this time?”

he downs the last of the wine before putting the empty glass on the coffee table.

“just made me think of when i was a horny teenager and i’d use a pillow to get off.”

“oh my god matthew. what the fuck?” you sit up to face him at eye level and he just snorts back with one of his stupid laughs.

“you asked and i told you,” he raises his hands up in innocence, “didn’t do anything wrong this time.”

“you’re fucking unreal.”

“oh, c’mon love, humour me here.” he hugs the pillow against his chest trying to give you his best puppy eyes. “you mean to tell me you never used one to make yourself feel good? isn’t it like a rite of passage for every 13 year old?”

it was obvious that the blood rushed straight to your face as you felt your cheeks grow warm. and he instantly noticed, too.

“see?” he gives you a quick peck on the nose. “i knew it.”

“oh, fuck you, matty.”

“you know i’d let you anytime, sweet.”

your hands cover your face in embarrassment but it doesn’t last long as he pries them away to eye you closely.

“or you can watch me fuck this instead,” he motions towards the pillow, “if you want.”

you were utterly and properly numb as soon as those words left his mouth. of course you wanted to watch him. who were you kidding? not him, nor yourself. and you didn’t even get a chance to answer before matty was already lifting his shirt off, doing it in one swift motion just like he knew drove you crazy.

"i swear i can't with you."

"and you don't have to, i'm gonna do the work for you. jus—hey, what the fuck was that for?" you had yanked the pillow from him, smacking him across the face, but he just laughed it off in the end. he knew you were flustered and didn't want to press too hard.

he grabs your wrist and pulls you close so he can kiss you, tasting that familiar mix of cheap red wine and cigarettes. "you sure you are okay with this?"

you just mumble a quiet yes against his lips, the confirmation he needs to start undoing his belt and it's not even ten or twenty seconds later that his shorts and boxers are pooled at his feet. the image of your boyfriend sitting naked in the middle of your couch is not a new one by any means, he's fucked you there countless times already, but you've never seen him like this, with your (favourite) pillow covering his already hard dick.

"c'mere love." he gets you to sit next to him, your left side flush against his body. you swear a part of you dies as his right hand takes your left one, bringing up to give it a kiss before placing it flat on the dark blue cushion, now pressing both of your palms against his cock. this gives him enough friction to start rutting his hips against the pillow, moving at an agonizingly slow pace to keep you from freaking out. and to tease you, of course.

but it doesn't take long before he pushes you hand down further, needing more weight against him. "right there, 'kay love?" and you obey without a second though, feeling as his hard cock moves against your palm. you carefully watch when his head falls back on the sofa, his fingers shifting through his curls when he turns to stare at you.

"gotta say it feels better than i remembered."

you bite on your lip to swallow your proud grin and using that moment to press harder on the pillow.

"shit."

matty moans and groans between laughs, his hips not missing a beat as they continue to rut against the pillow. you can tell he's getting close as his breaths get more high pitched and as he squeezes your thigh trying to keep himself grounded in reality.

"that's it, baby."

he brushes your hair away from your face so he can devour your lips, praises spilling from his mouth into yours.

"always so good for me."

it's only a few minutes later that his legs finally start trembling and you can clearly tell the moment he comes against your pillow, feeling it tense underneath you.

"okay, stop stop st—" you instantly take your hand away as he became overstimulated with the pressure on his now sensitive cock. he likes being calmed down by you kissing his neck so that's exactly what you do.

"well, you've now ruined my pillow." you nip at his collarbone. "thanks so much for that."

"not the first one, love. and hopefully not the last one."

-----

i like to think this is him that night <3

okay, i'm done. thank you for following along. you're the best. i love you dearly.

[iamthecomet]

hey hey hey i will literally gift you my first born to see the dew & cumulus fleshlight fic i am setting up the ritual as we speak i am serious

Hi, yes, hello. I come barring gifts. Good news is: I do not require firstborn children. But I do take payment in baked goods. In other words:

Kinktober Day 12 - Toys/Orgasm Denial.

A little over 1.5k of mostly unedited Cumulus/Dewdrop, fleshlight usage, mean (in her own special way) Cumulus, and overconfident Dew.

tagging @miasmaghoul because I can.

Cumulus finds the toy in Dew’s bathroom. Sitting on the corner of the sink. Beads of water still clinging to the plastic folds. She looks at it. Touches the silicone. She drags her fingers over the opening. It’s vaguely vaginal in look, but feels cold, a little too stiff. There’s very little softness when she dips her fingers into the hole. Silicone clinging to her fingers. 

She thinks of the little ghoul, spread out naked on his bed. Hard already. Waiting for her. The desperate way he’d nuzzled up to her. His fingers dragging along the inside of her wrist, over her thigh. A hand slipping between them while they sat and watched the movie with the rest of the pack. Squeezing every once in a while. Solid and warm. 

She can’t help but think of him using this. Hips rabbit quick as he holds it in one hand. Sweat beading on his brow, as he fucks a silicone approximation of a cunt when he has copious options for the real thing just a handful of doors down the hall. 

She tucks some of her snowy curls behind her ear. Looks at her reflection in the mirror. Lips already kiss bitten. Nipples pebbled against the thin cotton of her worn t-shirt. She curls her fingers around the toy, and walks out of the bathroom. Back into the oppressive heat of Dew’s room. 

He’s where she left him. Sitting up against his headboard. Legs crossed. Cock half hard against his hip. Hands behind his head. Lounging in the flickering glow of the fire in his hearth. She holds the toy behind her back. Sways back and forth a little as his eyes flick over to her. 

“What’cha got?” He asks, pale eyebrow quirking up. A smirking digging at the corners of his lips. 

She climbs up onto the bed next to him before she shows him. Producing the fleshlight from behind her back with a flourish. Dew groans. Eyes closing, head thumping back against the headboard. 

“Lus, come on.” 

“Am I not good enough for you now?”

He opens his eyes to slits to peer at her. He curls an arm around her waist, glues her body to his. “You know that isn’t–”

“You sure? Looks like you just used it–”

He rolls his eyes. Eyes darting between her face and the toy. “Swiss got it for me as a joke.” 

“And you tried it anyway.” 

He deadpans. “Can you blame me?”

She can’t. Especially not with her extensive collection of dildoes and straps. She’d stick her dick in it too if she had one. But the way he’s blushing about it makes warmth pool low in her stomach. 

“How was it?” she asks. Can’t help it. She’s under his skin and she has to stay there. Wiggle deeper. She rests her head against his chest while she waits for him to talk. Takes the option away from him to look at her face. His fingers clench on her side. 

“Didn’t even cum in it.” 

“No? Why not?” 

Dew shrugs beneath her a little too quick. “Dunno. Couldn’t.” 

Cumulus is glad Dew can’t see the way her face splits into a smile. She flicks her tongue out to trace over his nipple. He hisses. She hears his head thump against the headboard again. He’s going to give himself a concussion if he doesn’t stop. 

“Show me.” 

He tenses beneath her. The hand carding up and down her spine pauses mid-stroke. She nuzzles against him when he doesn’t answer right away. She kisses him wherever she can reach. Soft lingering brushes of her lips. She circles his nipple with her tongue, sucks on it just enough to make him gasp. 

“Why?” 

She tugs on his piercingwith her teeth. He arches against her. He digs blunted nails into her back, holds her closer. She shrugs. 

“You say you can’t cum in it, prove it.” 

Dew stills again and Cumulus waits for him to say no. To back out of this. She’ll let him. She’ll toss the toy aside and slide into his lap. Sit on his face. Ride him until he gets misty-eyed. It’s easy, a game. 

So she’s surprised when he pulls the silicone from her hand. She straightens up. Moves out of the circle of his arm to sit higher on the bed, her shoulder brushing his as she settles in to watch. 

He spits on his hand, gives himself a couple of cursory stokes just to get himself wet, and then pushes in. Bringing the toy down on his straining length.  He winces as he does, looking over at her with his eyebrows raised as if he’s already won the game by not blowing it the second he pushed inside. 

“You should use more lube, it might be better.” 

Dew drags the toy up and down his length a few times. He shrugs. “It’s fine.” 

Cumulus rolls her eyes.

“Let me help.”  She reaches between her legs, dipping her fingers into her shorts to drag them through her folds. Already slick. She drags her fingers over her clit a few times. Gasping at the pressure. Dew watches her with hungry blown-out eyes. 

When she pulls her fingers free, glistening with slick, Dew gives a half-hearted protest. She ignores him.. She bats his hand away and grabs the toy, pulling it off of him just long enough for her to stick her slick fingers into it. Smearing herself over the inside of it with a few quick passes. 

She slides it back down over his cock and this time, he does groan. Maybe from the wet heat of her clinging to the plastic inside. Maybe because she’s the one with her hand wrapped around the sleeve. She doesn’t know. But the blush that rises on his cheeks after makes her stomach flip. 

“May I?” 

Dew nods. “Y–yeah. Sure.” 

Cumulus rises up on her knees. Settles in next to him and sets a pace. Slow strokes. She doesn’t squeeze too hard, makes sure he can’t feel the shape of her fingers through it, that would be cheating. But she fucks him the way she knows he likes. A nice easy build-up. Languid for a while, build up speed the more time passes. 

She keeps her eyes on his face–he watches her hand. Dew tries to keep a straight face–to pretend everything he said before was true. That he didn’t really like it. That he can’t cum inside of it. But the little rolls of his hips tell another story. He has one hand on Cumulus’ thigh, gripped tight. Dimpling into soft flesh. 

She moves a little faster, a little harder. She leans over just a little, enough so that she knows her tits bounce in her shirt with each stroke. She’s playing dirty–she doesn’t care. 

The first groan she rips from him is low and ragged. It takes him by surprised. He swears at the end of it, caught in his own lie. She raises an eyebrow. 

“Is it good?” 

“Shut up,” he bites out. Hips jerking up into the sleeve. She could stop moving it now–stop jerking him off with it. He’d fuck himself silly in it she held it still. But there’s little fun in that. He’s coming apart at the seams. Desperate to be right, and failing miserably.

“Come on, Dew. Tell me. Is it going to make you cum?”  She tips her voice towards sweet, sickly. Dew growls low, still fucking up into her hand, chasing an orgasm he promised her he couldn’t have. 

“Lus–”

“You lied to me.” 

Dew whines. He tips his head back finally breaking eye contact with her hand and his cock pistoning in and out of the toy. His cock is wet now. Slicked with his own pre mostly. Shiny and red when she pulls the toy almost all the way off. 

“This is different.” 

“Is it?” 

“Yes. Fuck, Lus.” 

Cumulus can’t stop looking at him. At the way his chest heaves. Muscles in his stomach jumping. He throws his arm over his face to hide his blush but it doesn’t work, it’s seeping down his throat. The shame painted over his features makes Cumulus throb. 

“Is it going to make you cum or not?” 

Dew’s quiet except for the harsh pants of his breathing. Finally he opens his mouth. “Yes. Fuck, are you happy? Yes it’s going to make me cum. You’re going to make me cum.” 

“When?” 

He whines. Fingers clenching. “Fuck. Soon.” 

It’s a handful of seconds later when he starts to tense up. She gives him two mores strokes. Watches the way his toes clench, the way his balls draw up. Then she pulls the toy off, away. Dew wails. Eyes snapping open wide. Body jerking as his orgasm stalls before it even starts. 

His cock kicks wildly, a spurt of precum rolls down the head.

“Fuck. Fuck. nononono.” 

Cumulus grins at him when he finally looks at her face. His eyes pulled wide, betrayal spinning through them. He pants, digging his fingers into her thigh so hard she knows she’ll bruise. 

“What the fuck, Lus.” He pants. He reaches for the toy, her hand. She pulls them out of his reach. “Let me cum. Please you gotta–”

She pushes two fingers past his lips, cutting his words off as she pets over his tongue. Smearing the lingering taste of herself over it. She grins, syrupy sweet and deadly. 

“If you cum in anything tonight, make sure it’s me.” 

[snowflakeanimelover]

Kiss My Booboos

Literally love this boy so much. I love a good confident but shy 2023 Vash. I think it suits him so well. Let your minds go wild😏

Relationship: Vash x Female Reader

Fandom: Trigun Stampede(2023)

Warnings: fluff :), Vash has some confidence, a little spicy(nothing explicit), kisses

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I sigh for the thousandth time in the whole of ten minutes. I was trying to focus purely on my book while Vash took care of a minor wound behind me. The hotel room was a bit luxurious, giving us a chance of privacy with my sitting on a couch a few feet away from the bed that Vash was sitting on. The back of the couch was facing him.

Vash The Stampede really doesn’t live up to his name, especially now of all times. Speaking of the devil, the blond groans in pain once again.

“Would you stop complaining?” I grumble, “it’s just a scratch!”

“A scratch from a bullet!” He whines, “it hurts like hell…”

“Awe, the poor baby,” my voice is high in pitch to perfect my mother impression, “want me to kiss all your booboos?”

I have seen most of his scars before, but he doesn’t like when people look at them, the reason why I’m sitting on this couch facing away from him in the first place. And since we’ve known each other for a long time, none of my jokes faze him.

“Actually, that would be nice.”

I chuckle, turning a page in my book, “well too bad-“ my eyes are away from the words on the page and over the side of the couch, looking at the half naked man in shock, “What?!”

“Y-you know I was just joking…right?” I mumble, almost falling off of the armrest of the couch. A pool of heat rushes to my cheeks at his sudden confession.

Of course, he had to have a shit eating grin on his face as he rested his chin on his hand. This was a rare side of Vash The Stampede. Overly shy with other woman and in public, but once he’s alone with someone that he knows well he’s quite confident. I’ve only see this a handful of times….nothing I can get used to though.

From what I can see on my spot from the couch, he’s sitting on the end of the bed with his daily sweatpants and isn’t wearing a shirt. All kinds of scars litter his upper body.

“Sure, but I think it’d make me feel better,” he says, voice somehow deeper than usual. He stands up, taking his time to walk around the couch and stand in front of me. My wide eyes followed him the whole time.

What in gods name was he doing?!

Within seconds, my hand is in his warm one as he brings it closer to his lips. He leaves a chaste kiss in the palm of my hand, his smirk still gracing his lips.

“What do you say?”

[writing-wh0re]

October 7th. Kinky Halloween Special Masterlist

Kink: Daddy

Au!Fred x Reader.

Words: 2,524.

Warnings: Smut18+, Unprotected Sex, Female Performing Oral, Male Performing Oral, Dirty Talk, Daddy Dom Fred, Praise. Best-friends Dad (Age Gap) 

*Nova is my own character. 

The moment Nova had suggested that I tag along with her for the summer and stay at her dad’s lake house, I couldn’t refuse. I was so excited. 

One, the lake house is in the prime location, bars are within walking distance, the pool is immaculate and the view was something else all together. 

Two, Nova’s dad, Fred. 

God Fred was the definition of Dilf. 

The first time I noticed my school girl crush was Nova’s 21st birthday. Fred had booked out a private Yacht and invited most of the people from our classes. It was sweet and probably the happiest I have seen Nova. However, I spent most of the night at the top of the Yacht drinking and joking around with Fred, both of us wanting to escape the crowd. That night solidified my crush for the older man, especially the second his fingertips brushed my knee which caused my skin to erupt with goosebumps and my breath to catch in my throat. I could have sworn Fred’s eyes lingered on my cleavage a little too much that night but I’m sure it was the alcohol swirling through my veins. 

“Ready?” Nova’s voice pulls me from my thoughts, her suitcase behind her. 

“Definitely.” I confirm zipping my case and following Nova out of our dorm, excitement and nervous bubbling inside of me. 

\\//

Nova pushes the large dark wood door open, the smell of cinnamon and apple filling the air, light chatter bouncing off the walls. 

“I think my uncle is here.” Nova mumbles, leaving her suitcase on the ground and walking through the house. I follow her lead, ditching my suitcase and taking in the beautifully styled home. 

���Hey Dad, uncle George.” 

I almost faint on the spot, there’s Fred and a literal duplicate of Fred.

“Uh Dad you remember Y/n, George this is my best friend Y/n.” I smile weakly at the pair as George smiles at me.

“Good to see you again Y/n.” Fred smiles, I notice George side eye Fred quickly raising his eyebrows before taking a sip of his drink. Fred simply smirks, nodding softly, his eyes lingering on me before darting over to Nova. I frown my eyebrows together trying to understand what they are silently talking about, surely not me. I shake the thought from my head, of course two grown men haven't been talking about me, especially not my best friend's dad. Get it together Y/n. 

“So, what do you have planned for this summer?” George asks, his eyes flicking between Nova and I. 

“Definitely hitting the bars, soaking in the sun and maybe finding a man or two.” Nova winks as she hands me a glass of wine. 

“A man?” Fred questions. 

“Or two?” George questions both of them laughing at each other. 

“It's summer, why not have a little fun?” The second the words leave my lips I feel a blush creep upon my face, Fred and George both chuckling in response. 

“Maybe we should go have some summer fun Freddie.” George smirks causing Nova to gag slightly. 

“Right, that's our cue to leave.” Nova mumbles quickly downing the rest of her glass and walking back inside the house. 

“Uh.” The heat returns to my body as I get left alone with Fred and George. I leave my glass on the table in front of me and walk inside the house, once inside I turn back to take in Fred’s appearance one last time. My breath hitches in my throat and butterflies erupt inside of me as our eyes lock together. I hurriedly look away and rush through the house to get ready for the night with Nova. 

Coincidence. Just a simple Coincidence. 

\\// 

Nova and I had been dancing for hours, the music thumped through my chest, the alcohol flowed through my veins and my mind kept wandering to Fred, curious as to what he is doing right now. 

“Hey, this is Tom and we’re getting out of here.” Nova squeals excitedly, pulling a blonde guy behind her before I even have a chance to respond. 

“Seriously?” I yell, my voice falling silent over the sound of the music. I follow behind the pair, hoping to catch Nova and ask if she is seriously leaving me in the club right now. 

“Hey!” 

Nova’s body disappears into a cab before she has the chance to hear me. 

“Fuck.” I huff, the cool breeze hitting my exposed skin. Only a three minute walk back to the house, I tell myself. I quickly check the time, 11:45pm, Fred will definitely be asleep and won’t question Nova’s hodiny act. 

The walk back was quick and almost claiming. The sound of the wind blowing in the trees, owls hooting and the crispy moon light shining along the streets. 

The walk back to the house had definitely sobered me up, now fully aware of how loud my heels are against the pavement. I decide to slip my heels off before walking on the wooden deck, not wanting to disturb Fred. I search through my bag, trying to find the house key but coming up empty handed. 

“Fuck you Nova.” I mumble, slightly lifting up the doormat with my foot in hopes of a spare key, but no luck. Right as I’m about to walk around the back and sleep on the deck chairs the door pulls open. 

Fred and George both laugh and continue their conversation before their eyes land on me. 

“Oh Y/n, hello again.” George smiles. 

“Um, hey.” I smile back. My eyes quickly flick to Fred his toned chest on full display and loose grey sweatpants hanging on his hips. 

“Everything okay? You’re missing Nova.” Fred asks, slight worry filling his voice. 

“Yeah no, everything is fine, Nova is making her summer fun with Tom?” I question wondering if I should even be telling her father and uncle this. 

The twins laugh at my question, both shaking their heads. 

“Well I will see you later, nice meeting you y/n.” George smiles, “Enjoy your summer Freddie.” George’s eyes look me up and down before he walks past me, the sound of his car unlocking in the near distance. 

“Excuse me.” I mumble pushing past Fred as he stands in the doorway, I quickly drop my shoes with the others at the door, wanting to rush away to my room. 

“So why aren’t you out making your summer fun with a guy?” 

I feel my mouth go dry at his question, how do I answer this without saying it’s because of you dumbass. 

“The guy’s I typically go for aren’t hanging around at clubs.” Fred raises his eyebrow, his eyes flicking from my lips and back to my eyes. 

“What kind of guys do you go for?” 

Now's your chance, say it's him, if it goes badly act super drunk and blame it on that. I take a deep breath after listening to the internal battle with myself. 

“Guys that choose to stay in with their brothers and drink.” The moment the sentence flows through the air, my cheeks heat up, both with nerves and regret. 

Fred smirks, licking his lips before walking towards me. I back away from him slightly before my back hits the wall. 

“Is that so? Darling, I'm old enough to be your father” 

“That has never been an issue for me… daddy.” 

Fred groans before locking his lips with mine. I moan into the kiss, the sweet taste of cinnamon whiskey on his tongue as our tongues fight for dominance. His hands roam my body, falling to the middle of my back and pulling me flush against his chest. My fingers lace in his hair, tugging on the strands. 

“This is wrong.” I pant, pulling away from the kiss as our chests rise and fall. 

“Say the word and I stop.” Fred’s eyes search mine for any hesitation before I close the gap between us. His hands fall to my thighs picking me up in one swift motion and slowly walking us to his bedroom. My red dress hikes up my thighs with every step closer to the room, my black lace panties on full display. I pull my lips away from Fred’s kissing down his neck before discovering his sweet spot. His fingers grip my ass tight, moans falling from his lips. 

A surprised squeal escapes me as Fred drops me on his bed, his eyes lingering on my body. Before he has the chance to ask me I pull my dress from my skin, leaving me in just my panties, thankful that my dress didn’t require a bra. 

“Jesus.” Fred steps back, taking in the sight of me half naked and under him, egar for him. 

“Daddy please.” The nickname causes his eyes to roll back slightly, a low sigh passing his lips as he cages me in against the mattress, kissing my lips before trailing kisses down my neck towards my boobs. I arch my back causing my nipple to press against his tongue more, his teeth pulling at the hardening nub. 

“Yes, daddy.” 

Fred smirks, chuckling as the slight vibration rumbles against my skin. 

“I’ve barely touched you babygirl, look at you, so needy and eager for me.” 

“Only you.” 

My words pull yet another chuckle from his lips. Fred’s fingertips trail along the waistband on my panties causing a shiver to run down my spine. He leans down over my body, his warm breath fanning against my neck. 

“Get on your knees.” Within a second I am on my knees looking up at him. “Fuck, such a good girl.” 

I softly nod in response, my hand palming his evident erection through his sweatpants. Fred hisses at the contact before ridding himself of the clothing. 

A whimper escapes me at the sight of his hard cock. Longer and thicker than I had imagined but everything I need. 

Without being asked I take his dick in my hand, pumping up and down as I lightly swirl my tongue around the head. 

“Yes baby.” Fred’s fingers loop in my hair, holding it out of the way to ensure he gets the perfect view of his cock disappearing into my throat. I bob my head up and down his length, my tongue swirling and my cheeks hollowing out. Fred’s cock leaves my lips with a pop, he grabs his dick and slowly slides it up and down my tongue moaning at the sight. 

“Fucking perfect.” My eyes roll back at the praise, arousal leaking down my thighs and my mind hoping this isn’t some twisted dream. 

Fred pulls me up by my arms, his lips finding mine again in a hungry kiss. His fingertips brush against my clothed pussy before slipping past the fabric and rubbing my swollen clit. I hiss at the contact, Fred moans at the feeling of my wetness. 

“Daddy’s girl likes sucking dick huh?” 

“Makes her little pussy drip?” 

“Does my princess touch herself to the thought of me?” 

I meekly nod in response not wanting the pleasure to stop, however Fred stops his movements causing me to whimper. 

“Daddy asked you a question darling, do you think of me when you cum?” 

“Y-yes.” 

“Good girl.” He presses a quick kiss to the side of my head before he pushes me back onto the bed, ripping the panties from my skin. His tongue presses flat against my clit as I sigh with pleasure and surprise. 

“Daddy.” 

Fred hums against my pussy, swirling his tongue in a figure eight motion as my fingers grip the bed sheets. Fred continues to lap at my cunt, savouring the taste before his hands find mine, lacing our fingers together. 

“Fuck.” I moan as I look down at Fred, his eyes catching mine while swiping his tongue side to side. 

“Yes, fuck, oh I’m close.” I regret saying the words the second Fred pulls away from me. 

“No baby, you’re cumming on my cock.” Butterflies fill my stomach at his words, truly hoping this is really happening. 

Fred lays down next to me on the bed, grabbing my hips and guiding me to straddle his waist. His hand falls behind my neck, our lips meet in a brief kiss before being broken by my moans. Fred slides inside of me, stretching my walls perfectly. 

“So big daddy.” My fingernails drag down his chest earning a hiss from his lips. After a few seconds of adjusting to his size I rock my hips back and forth, keeping my hands placed on his chest for balance. 

“Beautiful.” Blush fills my cheeks at his praise, his soft hands rubbing up and down my sides. I keep my rhythm, every now and again swirling my hips for a different sensation, one that pulls the most delicious moans from his lips. Fred’s hands grip my ass, spanking the supple skin as I cry out in pleasure. 

“Is this what you like, baby? Taking control and fucking daddy?” I hum in response as my eyes flutter closed basking in the feeling of his cock hitting my g-spot. Fred’s hands move to my back, flipping us over as I gasp. 

“Only I can make you feel this good.” 

My lips part and my eyes squeeze shut at the new angle. Fred’s resting on his knees with my legs against his chest, ankles resting on his shoulders, his hands groping my boobs. 

“Look at you squirming on my cock, ruining you for any other man.” 

“God daddy yes.” 

“You’re mine.” 

“Only yours daddy.” 

Fred grunts at my response, his pace picking up as he starts to rub fast circles on my clit. 

“Yes!” I cry out, my pussy clenching around him. “Just like that.” 

“You cum when I say.” 

I huff, digging my nails into the comforter as I scream and cry out. 

“Daddy please, please let me cum.” 

Fred grunts, licking his lips.

“Mmm hold it for me.” 

My eyes roll back as my back arches off the mattress. 

“Daddy, please!” 

I feel Fred’s cock twitch inside of me, a deep moan filling the air. 

“Fucking cum for me Y/n.” 

A shiver runs down my spine, my body tenses as Fred’s name passes my lips. My mind feels foggy and my vision blurs. Fred grips my legs, his hips faltering as his hot release fills me. 

Fred pulls out of me, both of us sighing, our chests rising and falling, sweat glistening on our bodies. 

“Thank you.” I blurt out, feeling tiredness wash over me. 

“No need to thank me Darling.” He places a soft kiss to my lips as I feel my eyelids get heavier, not even bothering to move as sleep envelops me. 

\\//

I wake up the next morning to the sun shining through the blinds. Instantly everything floods back from last night. I quickly lift up the bedsheets, my naked body confirming that it wasn’t just a dream. 

“Morning.” Fred mumbles, his morning voice sending wetness straight to my pussy. 

“Morning.” I whisper a goofy smile on my face. Fred pulls me into him, his nose brushing against mine before our lips meet in the middle. 

“Hey dad, have you see- WHAT THE FUCK?”

\\// 

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[marvelouspeterparker]

peter whispering in readers ear and realizing it makes her 💦 bc of his spidey senses and then using that to his advantage for like a whole day till reader is totally wrapped around his finger/willing to do anything to do anything bc she wants peter sooo bad and then some dom!peter action🤩🤩

 both reader and peter are 18+ in here !! 

this is lowkey filthy btw––and dedicated to @peterspideysstuff because she fueled my peter needs yesterday

it all started before first period when you were getting your things from your locker. peter snuck up behind you and slid his hands around your waist. you could feel his body heat as he pressed up behind you innocently, leaning his head over your shoulder to press a kiss on your cheek and greet you good morning. 

“hi princess.” you jumped slightly and straightened up, not because you were scared, but because of how silky his voice sounded in the morning. and fuck––that nickname. it’s like he was doing it on purpose. but no, he was just being your sweet, caring boyfriend. 

“h––hi pete.” you sighed, leaning into his embrace and he swayed side to side with you a couple times, his arms enveloping you tightly. 

“y’look so pretty today baby.” 

then in chemistry second period when peter leaned over to ask you if you were still coming over to his place after school. he set a hand on your thigh to get your attention, and the way his soft fingertips dug into your skin sent tingles all through your body. you were too stunned to even react properly. your legs immediately shut, trapping his hand between them and you heard him laugh quietly before whispering in your ear, his soft breath cascading down the side of your neck. he slid his hand down further and gripped your thigh tighter. 

“you still coming over later? may won’t be home.” 

you turned to look at him, but instead of being met with a smirk, you saw a soft smile on his face––huh, maybe he really didn’t know what he was doing to you.

“uh yeah, yeah of course,” you managed a smile and peter’s stretched out even more. 

“great!” he turned back to his work and after a few moments you felt his breath hit your ear again and you gasped. “you gonna give me my hand back any time soon, darling?”

your brows furrowed in confusion but a quick squeeze of your thigh reminded you that his hand was still trapped between your legs. “o––oh!” you opened your legs and he slid his hand off slowly, keeping contact with your skin until the last point possible. “sorry,” you mumbled, looking back at your work.

peter scanned your body, your composure, you were tense, your thighs shut tightly together––he could also smell you thanks to his heightened senses. there was no doubt about it––you were more than turned on. he kissed your cheek, enjoying the way your eyes widened slightly, “you’re so cute.”

you shrunk down in your seat and hid your face in your palm, resting your elbow on the table to try and calm down and focus on your work and peter couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle.

luckily for him, but unluckily for you, you both had all your classes together today, which meant peter was using this to his advantage––and yours too eventually.

he spent every moment he could, leaving lingering hands on you when no one was looking, kissing your cheek, whispering in your ear––things he very well could have said out loud at full volume just to rile you up. he could tell you were getting wetter and needier, and more submissive. 

when lunch came around, you were stuck to him like glue, trays side by side on the lunch table. your legs were intertwined with his, one leg crossed over his thigh as you ran the toe of your shoe up and down his calf. he had to straighten up and clear his throat a few times to calm himself down. 

everyone couldn’t help but notice how affectionate you were being––and they couldn’t not. the most pda you and peter would ever engage in was him kissing your knuckles, or kissing each others cheeks. this was new territory. 

no one was going to say anything of course, it was sort of an unspoken agreement. but of course flash had to break said agreement.

“you might as well sit in his lap, you know.” he was joking, of course. but it still took you by surprise. 

you looked up at flash with slightly wide eyes then up at peter. you were met with a cheeky smirk and him patting his thigh invitingly. 

you shrugged and maneuvered your way into his lap, lounging your legs sideways as you sat on his thigh and hid your face in his neck, leaving small kisses on his skin. peter rubbed your back gently and you practically purred, curling further into him. he made sure to glare at flash, daring him to say something else––he backed off immediately. 

peter left a small kiss on your cheek but before he pulled away he whispered “such a cute little thing you are.” you couldn’t help but whimper into his neck and you felt him smile as he went back to his conversation with ned. 

by the end of the day you were looking up at peter like a puppy, awaiting instructions, a small pout on your face. 

after class peter met you at your locker, “you ready to go babe?” 

you turned around immediately and wrapped your hands around his arm, “yup!” you were more than ecstatic to finally go home and peter found it adorable. 

he kissed your forehead and walked out with you, “alright sweetheart, let’s go home.” 

this all leads us to this very moment now. peter’s hand around your throat as he presses you into the door. that’s right, you hadn’t even made it fully into the apartment before breaking down and begging. “please peter––”

“all this cause i whispered some words into those pretty little ears of yours?” he brought hand up and you expected him to rest in on your cheek as he usually does, and you closed your eyes, ready to lean into his touch. but this time you felt his finger lightly trace around your ear from the top to the lobe and you shivered involuntarily, your eyes blowing open, making him smirk down at you. 

you looked up at him, eyes wide and glassy from how needy you were, “please pete. need you.”

he laughed, but this wasn’t his usual sweet laugh––this one was more menacing, almost. “i know sweetheart,” he leaned in to whisper in you ear once again, “could smell you dripping in your panties all day.” 

you gasped and dragged your gaze elsewhere but peter wasn’t having that. “no need to be shy, princess. we both know you’re just a needy little slut for me––”

you let out an involuntary moan, too turned on to be embarrassed anymore and he grabbed your waist and lifted you up, making you wrap your legs around him instinctively. 

he walked you into the bedroom and kicked the door closed before throwing you on the bed. you bounced up from the force of his throw and looked up at him in shock, your mouth slightly dropped open. 

he quickly shrugged off his shirt and threw it aside, and you regained your composure and did the same. when the two of you were completely naked, he crawled over to you on the bed so he was hovering over your. his lips grazed yours for a few seconds, teasing you, making you yearn for more. when your hands came up to hold his face, he grabbed them and pinned them above your head and you couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped you.  

“so needy,” he whispered in your ear, trailing kisses down your neck and up the other side, “so obedient”, he captured your lips in a passionate kiss and pulled away to look you in the eyes, “so desperate for me, aren’t you?” 

you looked up at him, doe eyed, nodding along after almost every word that came out of his mouth. he licked his lips as he looked down at you. 

he grabbed both of your hands in one of his, still pinning them down and trailed his free one down your body, fingertips grazing your breast and your nipple before sliding down your stomach and stopping right before your center. 

“know you’re wet since i could smell you all day, but god baby, now that there’s nothing in the way...” he bit your collarbone before meeting your eyes again, “you smell absolutely delicious.” your back arched into him and he bit his lip at the feeling of your hard nipples and soft breasts pressing against his skin. but he was quick to pin you down again with his free hand. 

“gonna let me have my treat now?” now it was his turn to look at you with puppy dog eyes and the reality of it all was so ironic and so filthy. he was such a tease. he smirked, “i think i deserve a taste after being teased with it all day.” he leaned down and traced your jawline with his nose, nestling into your skin ever so softly, “wasn’t very nice of you––” he kissed your neck. “you were practically waving it around in my face. could smell you before i even saw you.” 

you whined in response and he chuckled softly. he let go of your hands and made his way between your legs. his fingers were grazing your skin as he slid down the bed and the feeling was only making you more antsy.

“spread em wide for me babygirl, that’s it.” he put your legs over his shoulders and wrapped his arms around your thighs before winking and quite literally diving into his meal. though he was giving you what you wanted, what you needed––it felt like he had no mercy whatsoever. it just felt too good.

you let out a sigh of relief and your hands came down to pull at his curls as tears pooled in your eyes, “f––fuck peter!”

he groaned and only started going faster, shaking his head as he locked you in place, forcing you to endure the pleasure. he really was restraining himself all day, he wanted nothing more than to sit you down on the table and bury his face between your thighs during chemistry, or during lunch, really any time he saw you––which was all day.

you interrupted his filthy train of thought when your thighs tightened around his head. “m’gonna cum baby––” it was more of a warning than a statement. peter hadn’t explicitly given you permission to cum, so his response? sitting up on his knees and practically folding you in half to devour you even more, intertwining his fingers on top of your waist to properly lock you into place. 

you screamed, hands gripping for your dear life at his hair, his arms, anywhere you could reach. your whole body felt like it was vibrating––and it took you a second to realize it was because it actually was. your legs were shaking and you could feel peter grinning between your thighs, tongue still working its way between your folds, quickly gliding over your clit. 

“shit oh my god––” your whole body was as tense as a bowstring, your eyes shut in ecstasy and peter did not stop until you had cum a second time in a row. 

he set your legs down and kissed your thigh before getting into place, “i’d clean you up,” he looked up from your pussy, “but i’m just about to make another mess down there, so there’s really no point.”

before you could even respond, he slid into you, bottoming out immediately. “oh fuck!––” 

he smiled and kissed your forehead, “tell me when i can move, princess.”

you wrapped your hands around his neck and gave him a quick peck before looking up at him. “you can fuck me hard, pete. want you to take me however you want.” 

he cursed quietly to himself before sitting up on his knees once more, grabbing your waist and thrusting into you hard. “god you feel so good.” soon, his hips were plowing into yours, his fingertips digging into your skin, bound to leave leave bruises. “such a good girl aren’t you, my good girl––”

his skin was slapping against yours, your body was jolting with every hit, “so tight, princess. so wet for me––” 

your hands reached down and grabbed his as best you could while he was holding you, “you gonna cum baby?” 

he nodded, grunting loudly, “fuck yeah i’m gonna cum inside this wet pussy. you gonna cum with me? can feel you clenching around me, shit––”

you nodded your head, your moans getting higher in pitch and when you clenched around him one last time, he let out a loud groan, his pace faltering and getting more sloppy as he released inside of you. 

the both of you let out content sighs, your bodies deflating like balloons as you lied down facing each other, still connected to one another. peter thrusted into you slowly a few more times, enjoying the small whines you let out. 

he pulled out of you and wrapped his arms around you, sighing, “i gotta whisper to you more often,” one of his hands slipped down to play with your wetness again as if to emphasize his point, “damn––”

[limitlessgojo]

Soft/Hard Morning with Noritoshi

Warnings/Tags: NSFW, smut, creampie, overstimulation, unprotected sex, slight edging, praise kink, mutual masturbation, Established relationship.

Type: One-shot

Notes: this is literally written smut (with soft feels ofc) without a plot. It's just Noritoshi wrecking you again and again. My thirst for him is definitely showing😅💜

Imagine Noritoshi fucking into you early in the morning. Both of you are sleeping in since you have the day off. Your bodies naked under his sheets.

Noritoshi finds himself wanting more, despite having 5 rounds of sex with you last night. He isn't worried, because he knows his precious baby can still take more. He starts out by grinding into your back and slipping 2 fingers in that sloppy hole, still filled with his cum.

His fingers are so pretty and long, easily finding and rubbing along your sweet spots. You wake up to warm fingers stretching your pussy. It feels way too hot and you can feel the wetness pooling between your legs, dripping down the shape of your ass.

"Mmmm, Toshi~ Good morning", you reached for him. You turned to face him and kissed him gently. "Morning baby", he replied while nipping at you softly. His fingers never left your hole, still gently thrusting in and scissoring along your soft walls.

He pulled them out and placed them on your lips. "Suck." You could only do as he wished, tasting yourself on his fingers. "Toshi, please." you pleaded as he kissed at and licked down your ears and neck. But he ignored you, slowly returning 2 fingers inside you and bringing his thumb to massage your clit.

"Patience. You're still so wet and tight for me kitten. Does that feel good?" He asked you as he dragged his fingers harder against the front of your walls, deep inside. His morning voice was much deeper than his usual voice with a slight rasp.

"Yes, it feels good." You whimpered. Not wanting to leave him hanging, you took his cock in your hand, slowly pumping it.

He threw his head back as this time it was your turn to latch onto his neck, leaving red marks along his collarbone. Pleasure washed over the both of you. You knew just how he liked it, rubbing a finger against the opening that was beading with his precum then dragging your hand against the underside of his length. Cupping his balls and squeezing the base of his dick, then moving your hand up and down to continue pumping it.

You both continued to grind into the other's hand until you could feel the tell-tale signs of your incoming orgasm. "Toshi! I'm close" you moaned out load. Goosebumps rose on his skin upon hearing your words and he quickly pulled his hand out, causing you to tear up and whine loudly. "No, please, I want more. Please make me cum. I've been so good for you!" You cried.

"Shhhh, there there love. I promise I'll make you cum. You've been good for me. Can you hold out a little longer?" He whispered as he cupped your face in his hands. You weakly nodded and he proceeds to kiss you slowly, continuing to murmur sweet nothing's to you and nibble on your ears.

You always loved the way he kissed you. Slow and deep, like you have all the time in the world. The hands that were cupping your face were so gentle. But that didn't fool you. This man could fuck you like a monster for hours if he was in the mood for it.

After a decent amount of making out, he pressed you down onto your back and started making his way down. Kissing your chest, groping your breasts and licking at your nipples. Moving down to your stomach and straight to your thighs, causing you to shake whenever he kissed your ticklish spots.

Noritoshi kissed the inside of your thighs, just missing the place where you want his lips to be. "I want to hear your voice. Use your words love." he said. "Feels good Toshi." You whispered out loud. Shy because of the surrounding silence in the room, only broken with the sound of Noritoshi's soft kisses.

"Sensitive as always hmm?", you shivered even more as he said those words while kissing the top of your cunt. He looked up to meet your eyes. They seemed to be much darker than usual. "I promised I'll make you come. And I will love".

He didn't hold back, slurping and licking loudly at your cunt. You threw your head back. The lewd and wet sounds of him eating you out just served to make you leak out even more. He latched onto your clit while sliding two fingers inside.

With him scissoring and thrusting along your insides while sucking and flicking his tongue over your sensitive nub, you could only shriek as you tangled your fingers in his hair, gripping tightly.

Noritoshi was unfazed and only quickened his pace, as he watched you lose yourself on his fingers and tongue. He suddenly started thrusting his fingers really hard and fast, watching as you squirted all over his face while moaning and shaking.

"That's it, come on my fingers and get wet baby. You're doing really well for me." He praised, his fingers rubbing your clit furiously.

After collapsing back on the bed, you felt him move. He spread your legs far apart, holding them high. Opening your eyes, you saw the head of his length brushing over your entrance. "I'm far from done with you kitten." He smirked and pushed in all the way to the hilt.

You both moaned out at the sudden fullness and stretch of his member. It was somehow comforting and lewd at the same time.

He pistons in and out of you. "You're mine only. Don't you ever dare look at any other man but me. Only I can make you feel THIS good right love?" He asked, thrusting harshly with every other word.

You could feel every inch of him sliding so deep into you with every push. "Yes, please, Nori I want you. Only you. Please give me more. More. Just use me like a toy". That was all you could say as he fucked you into oblivion. His eyes widened at your statement. Snarling harshly and loudly, his pace quickened.

Your body had a violent wrack while you bit your lip, trying to hold back from whining. "Your reactions are gorgeous love. Don't hold back your voice." He whispered, while focusing on the sounds you made. He continued fucking into you, not stopping and not caring about your orgasm.

Usually he focuses on you, always trying to please you and make you feel good. But he must have taken the words you said to heart, just fucking you and chasing after his own pleasure.

Your over-sensitivity proved too much, making you convulse. Noritoshi didn't help at all as he ran his fingers all over you, fondling your body. He groaned lowly as he felt you clench and twitch around his cock.

You could feel a 2nd stronger orgasm coming as Noritoshi chased after his high. He grabbed your ass, lifting you off the bed as he brought you down on his dick again and again, harder each time.

With one last strong and deep thrust, he came with your name on his lips. You reached up and kissed him while wrapping your legs tightly around his waist as he filled you up.

You could feel him twitching inside of you, causing you to squeeze harder. He gave you a warning pinch and pulled back to look at you.

That look in his eyes told you that he wanted more. He pulled out to stare at the cum flowing out of your hole. "My lovely kitten is dripping down there hmm?? You can do better than this right?" Spitting on your cunt then rubbing his half hard length over your opening, he pushed back into you, grabbing one of your legs and lifting it into the air while turning your body sideways. Your body lying in between his thighs and legs.

The angle led him to push even deeper, the tip of his cock rubbing against the entrance to your womb with every push.

"Toshi~" you could only whine his name now. Your head turned to mush as you focused on the sensations brought by his dick. Still you couldn't help but stare at him. His body, his abdominal muscles flexing with every grind and thrust. His arm muscles flexing while holding onto your leg. His pecs are bulging and sweat was dripping all over his body.

"So good for me baby. So cute and nice for your Toshi. Don't worry, I'll fill you up even more", he grunted in between his thrusts. Placing one hand on your throat, Noritoshi focused on feeling the drag of his dick inside of you, while staring at the place where both of you are connected.

The pace became more erratic. He ground down against you as he bottomed out. "You're still growing, ahhh- Toshi I don't think I can take much more." you cried out.

You're burnt out, but Noritoshi finds himself on a high, not stopping at all. Not even having multiple rounds last night lowered his libido as he continued thrusting inside of you. "So big!", he was definitely larger and harder than normal.

"Can't help it. I missed you so much kitten. I'm sorry I was away for so long for work. I'll make it up to you." He promised, then leaning down to kiss you. "Love you so much" He whispered against your lips. He was moaning louder and louder, the sounds in time with his thrusts.

"I love you too-HAAH, l-love you Noritoshi!", you could barely form the words as he started pounding even harder into you. (He was definitely using his cursed technique to fuck you senseless at this point).

You both came together, still wrapped up in each other's arms as his cock twitched and spurted out cum inside of you. You didn't stop squirting and gushing out until his last few slow thrusts finally came to a halt.

He did his best to move you both to your sides, so that he wouldn't collapse on you.

You buried your face into his chest, while he smoothed out your hair and gave you kisses on your forehead. "Love you", he whispered out once more. You looked up to see his eyes shining down, so full of love. "Love you more Nori".

The gap between the man fucking you into oblivion seconds ago and the one softly looking at you now gave you a whiplash of feels. You just giggled and pulled at his front bangs for another kiss.

"We made a mess Toshi."

"Don't worry I'll help you clean it up in a bit."

"Okay... can we have a bath after this? We smell."

"Anything for you." He brought you closer and snuggled against you. You looked over his shoulder whilst thumbing small circles on his skin as he hummed. The sun was shining brightly outside.

It was the start of a good day.

[jar-of-ectoplasm]

Beach Trip Headcanons: La Squadra

a/n: it's getting warmer where i live which is horrible and i hate it but it gave me some inspo here's some bullshit

Genre/Warnings: Crack, fluff, just some cute shit, polyamory (sorlato), a LOT of simping omfg

~Risotto Nero~

-he already had his tits out on the regular so his bare chest isn't anything new but he lost that stupid hat so it wouldn't get wet and now you can stare at hat-less riz

-doesn't get in the water too often but he definitely goes underwater to grab your legs and scare you (he does it to ghiaccio and melone too; melone screams at the top of his lungs and ghiaccio fails around like he's drowning)

-spends most of his time under the parasols with illuso and prosciutto, just chatting and watching you mess around with your teammates (and maybe checking you out while he's at it)

-lowkey starts to get jealous if he thinks melone or formaggio are gettin' too friendly with you (god help any random person that flirts with you)

-Riz makes damn sure both you and him are very well saturated (?? does that sound weird) with sunscreen. there's no way in hell either of you will be suffering through that

~Prosciutto~

-you thought you were going to the beach with your boyfriend? lmfao nah you're at the beach with mom and your rowdy ass siblings now

-came in clutch with the sunscreen, aloe vera ointment, snacks, water and spending money. has a very nice set up under a parasol with illuso (and you, if you'd like to join him in his relaxation/parenting session)

-pros with his hair down, shirtless and wearing a pair of pineapple swim trunks to match with pesci? out in public? a lot more likely than you'd think

-formaggio would be a prick and dump water on his hair and now you get to see prosciutto with his hair wet fUCK (pros would be FUMING but he'd look so GOOD)

-would read to you but he doesn't want to risk getting any of his fav books wet so he'd just tell you wonderful stories of the team before you joined (most of them are embarrassing for everyone but him)

~Pesci~

-literally he's having the time of his LIFE right now. he's completely protected from the sun (thanks mamma pros), he's goin' fishing, he's got his s/o with him, what more could a boy ask for?

-maybe he should've asked formaggio to not throw sand at him every 10 minutes because that is happening for sure, no matter how much prosciutto yells at him to stop pesci will not be left alone

-is in the water like, 70% of the time. he'll make bets with ghiaccio to see who can swim out the farthest and ghia is surprisingly not mad when he loses

-he'll walk off the beach with just you to get ice cream and it's honestly really fucking cute (he gets strawberry, btw)

-pesci really likes picking you up and tossing you into the water. he's secretly a little bastard and will laugh at you while helping you up

~Illuso~

-jesus the entire day with him is just 🙄. he's such a little bitch about EVERYTHING

-won't go in the water at all and carries a compact mirror with him so he has an escape plan in case formaggio decides to fuck with him. salt water damages your hair and there's no possible fucking way he's risking his scalp just for a little fun

-still insisted on wearing swim trunks and going shirtless though, mostly just to have your undivided attention (as if he didn't already force you to pay attention to him enough)

-sitting under parasols with prosciutto because he's pale and has sensitive skin but he still ends up getting sunburned and won't stop complaining

-you guys did have a cute little moment when the sun was starting to set and he dragged you away from everyone so he could look for sea glass with you (totally wasn't an excuse to hold your hand while he was dragging you around)

~Formaggio~

-spends the entire day being a little rat bastard and making almost everyone wish he was dead (he respects risotto too much and sorbet and gelato scare him so he leaves them alone)

-throwing sand at pesci and melone, pouring water on prosciutto, stealing melone's goggles, chasing illuso into the mirror world, straight up throwing ghiaccio's car keys across the beach

-and of course he's gonna drag you into this. even if you just wanted to have a nice beach day with your asshole boyfriend, he's gonna hold you captive during his shenanigans

-can and will wipe his sweat on you. he thinks it's the funniest thing in the world. please throw seaweed at him in retaliation, he thinks it's nasty as fuck

-leaves the beach early so he can treat you to dinner, both as a thank you for dealing with his bullshit all day and as an apology for wiping sweat on you every 30 minutes

~Ghiaccio~

-the most unrecognizable when he's as the beach with everybody. his hair isn't styled, so his curls are a lot looser and not plastered to his head, he's not wearing his glasses so they don't get lost in the water, HIS FUCKING LEGS AND BARE CHEST ARE JUST OUT

-literally just,,,SURFER GHIACCIO??? come ON dude. he knows what he's doing and will wink at you every single time he catches you staring

-loves wading out far into the water with you on his surf board so he can be all soft and cute with you without anybody hearing or seeing him

-he'll also be pretty light-hearted when he's out there too. he and pesci will see who can swim out the farthest and he'll let pesci win (let's be honest, with his legs he could swim to a different continent if he wanted too)

-ghia might look hot as hell out there, but he'll also end up burnt as hell. literally he just didn't put sunscreen on and he was out in the sun for hours. hottie got sun poisoning, please take him home early he will die

~Melone~

-he brought along goggles, a snorkel and flippers so he can do some shallow reef diving

-he'll pop up occasionally and yell for you to come over and show you a tiny little crab or a cool looking fish he found (it's honestly really, really cute)

-mel will take routine breaks to reapply sunscreen, drink water, check up on you, and get his goggles stolen (which he did not plan on). he'll also take this time to use shitty beach-related pick up lines to get you to laugh

-honestly as pervy as you'd think he would be. maybe it's because he's distracted by all the fun little creatures he keeps finding in tide pools and such

-has his own little set up a few feet away from prosciutto and illuso's. he'll be there while he's taking his breaks and yes he will try to cuddle with you even though it's pushing 90 degrees at noon

~Sorbet and Gelato~

-not to get sad in what is supposed to be a fun headcanon set but neither of them will take their shirts off or get in the water. both of them have a lot of body image issues and they'd really appreciate it if you didn't try to convince them to be half naked in public

-with that being said, both Sorbet and Gelato get loads of enjoyment out of just watching you swim around and have fun before returning to them

-Sorbet will help apply sunscreen but he really just wants an excuse to grope you and Gelato in public

-Gelato will want to have a sandcastle building contest with you (Sorbet is the judge and both of you receive the grand prize of a kiss)

-long walks on the beach together at night after everyone's gone home? of fucking course it's gonna happen

[im-juggling-fandoms]

She never learns, does she?

A Resident Evil fanfic of reader who is a former lover of Albert Wesker but is now on the run from him when she discovered his involvement in the Raccoon City incident. She is terrified of him and what he’s capable of and at the same time angry with herself for not being capable to suppress her feelings towards the man. She’s also determined that he is obsessed with her, it doesn’t matter where she hides, he always finds her and he just won’t stop. So far, reader has been lucky to get away just in time before his arrival. This time, she’s taken by surprise.

Rated mature. 18+ for language, deaths and sexual content.

Long time no see, dear heart..

It has been three years, four months and seven days since the last time Y/N felt herself at home. Now, the closest thing she got to feel like home was the people she surrendered herself with. The people who gave up their own lives to make sure of your safety. What would you have done without their sacrifices? You didn’t need much time to think over the possibilities. You knew you would’ve been dead.

You were a loose end that knew too damn much and Albert wouldn’t stop until he silenced you for good.

After all these years, it still hurt you. The two of you once shared everything together. Or so, you thought. One day you had stumbled upon his underground laboratory that had been hidden from your view for two years behind a massive mahogany bookcase. You found his research, you found an entire life he had been living in a city called Raccoon City not far from where you had built up your life. You found everything. It terrified you how gullible you had been about everything. You believed him when he said he was working at the bank downtown, why wouldn’t you?

It was all a lie. He had been creating horrific viruses and killing people to the left and right before he came home to your bed and ravished your body with his.

It made you sick.

But it made you hurt even more.

You kind of liked the little bed and breakfast you had been calling home for three days now who had an incredible view of the Swiss mountains from your room. It was peaceful and the landscape alone made you hope for a brighter future. Maybe you could finally settle down? It surely would help your mental state to have some peace and quiet. Well, it had been quiet for you and your friends for several weeks now and they told you over and over again not to let your guard down but you just couldn’t help yourself as you peeked over to your sleeping friends before you turned back to the window you where standing in front of. The sun made its way up over the mountains and it cast such a mesmerizing view over the little village. You knew you should be careful but you really wanted to go outside by yourself, if only for a few minutes.

You put your coat over your red nightgown and the silk was so smooth to your skin it almost felt like you were naked underneath.

Before you exited, you made sure to at least pack a gun into your hip holster. You hurried out, careful not to make any sound when closing the door behind you. There was a small hallway with a few rooms and a long stairwell leading down to the lobby. You walked with your hands in your pockets as you exited the B&B and felt the cool spring wind kiss your face. This, this was exactly what you had been needing, some peace and quiet.

You took a stroll around the village that began to wake up. You took in every smell, every sound.. it almost felt as you were vibrating.

Wait

You put your hand in your pocket and retrieved your phone who was buzzing like crazy.

Jeez.. you thought, you hadn’t been out more than maybe a little over ten minutes and Jessica was already buzzing up your phone.

Where the hell are you? Come back right now! You know we don’t go anywhere alone! She wrote.

Jesus Christ, Y/N! What are you thinking?! Jared wrote you.

You couldn’t help but feel ashamed and guilty. What where you thinking? These people had offered everything to go underground with you and yet, you jeopardize everything by taking a goddamned stroll..

You sighed loudly and turned your little stroll back to the B&B. As you walked hurriedly, you went over in your head the best way to explain to your friends why you went out but every outcome was the same. It made you sound stuck up and ungrateful. You decided it was for the best to just apologize and own your mistake. You told yourself that you would promise them to never do anything like this ever again and you meant it.

The lady at the front desk was sitting with her back towards you as you entered the lobby. You wondered if you should bid her good morning but she seemed devoured in that book of hers so you decided to just leave her be. You walked past her but something in the corner of your eye made you stop in your tracks immediately.

You turned your head slowly in her direction and what you feared the most, became reality.

She wasn’t devoured in a book as it first had seemed. She was lying with her face into the open book. The pages that once must’ve been white was colored red and she was as still as a statue.

You grabbed your gun from your holster and called out for your friends to come downstairs as you walked towards the dead woman.

It was as quiet as a graveyard.

Nothing.

A not in your stomach began to build and you abandoned the dead woman and bolted up the stairs as fast as you possibly could and kicked the door to your room open, only to reveal it abandoned.

You began to panic. Where the hell where your friends? It couldn’t have been more than five minutes ago they blew up your phone.

Maybe they got so worried that they decided to go out and look for you? Maybe they had found the woman at the front desk and was at the police station? You had to find them.

You walked down the stairs once again, this time the peace you earlier felt was long gone. When you rounded the crook of the stairwell you completely froze. This time, you literally could feel the ice slithering up your spine.

Albert sat down in one of the armchairs that faced the stairwell, his face were stoic and calm and he had one of his legs over the other which made him look like he was waiting for someone.

He’s waiting for you.

You knew that your gun couldn’t do him any harm. Jared had fired multiple shots at him three years ago during our time in Japan but Albert had dodged every single bullet like he was some kind of a super human. You where lucky you got out of there alive. That was the last time he got this close as he was now.

Your insides were in raging, burning agony. You were so terrified that you trembled but at the same time, your heart hurt with the memories of your love years ago.

“Long time, no see, dear heart.” He spoke and you had forgotten about what a velvety voice that man possessed. Every word rolled of his tongue with absolute expertise. You wouldn’t let him fog up your brain anymore so you stood tall, the gun in your hand pointed directly at his beautiful face even though you knew it was useless, you wouldn’t let him think you would give up so easily.

“Where are my friends, Albert?” You asked. Your hand which held the gun were shaking and you tried to steady it the best you could but to no avail. You were so scared and it was displayed openly for him to see.

Before you could even register that it had happened, Albert had got up from the armchair and made his way over to you. You have no idea how he did it but he had managed to do it in shorter than a second. Now, he stood towering before you, mere inches between the two of you. He was so close that you could inhale his scent. The scent that you had forgot made its way up your nostrils and an raging battle began taking form inside of you. A part of you wanted to run, as far away as you could from this monster of a man or whatever the hell he was and the other part wanted to forget everything that has happened over the years and pull him in for one of those kisses that made your mind all foggy.

You looked up at him hesitantly, his sunglasses was covering his eyes, covering those magical light greys you so well remembered. The eyes you spend so many nights gazing into while you were making sweet love to each other. You didn’t need to see them to have all of those memories pool into your mind immediately, his presence did it all.

He grabbed your wrist of the hand that held the gun and you tried to make him let go of you but he was so strong that it barely even phased him. Without any trouble on his behalf, he took the gun out of your trembling hand and tossed it carelessly to the side.

“Where are my friends?” You tried again, this time your voice broke mid-sentence and you could feel the tears burning behind your eyes, threatening to break free and make you look even smaller than you already did.

“Three years, Y/N.” He began without any hint of emotions in his velvety voice, “You had me turning upside down on half the world for three years.” He finally stated.

“Just let them go, Albert, it’s me you want, isn’t it? They-“ you began sobbing, “They don’t know anything, I swear!” You exclaimed.

He pushed you up against the wall of the stairwell with his hands firmly on yours above your head. He leaned in closer to your tear filled face, so close that you felt his breath ghost over your skin ever so lightly.

“Don’t lie to me, Y/N.”

“I’m not lying, they don’t know anything about-“ you began hysterically but was cut off as he pushed you deeper into the wall and it made your backside ache profusely.

“Don’t. Lie. To. Me.” He pronounced every word with spitting venom. Now, you could feel how angry he was with you. The stoicism from before was a good act, you thought.

“Please, don’t hurt them.” You begged. “Do whatever you want with me but please, just let them go. They won’t tell anyone anything, I am sure of it. I can make them promise to not say anything to anyone! Please!” You were desperate. Every passing minute could mean that your friends lives were closer to an end and you had to do everything you could to help them. Just as they had helped you.

He chuckled.

You looked up at him in confusion under your wet eyelashes, the tears blurring your vision ever so slightly.

“I am not interested in making conversation about your little friends.” He spoke up sternly before he lightened the hold he had on you. You were still pushed up against the wall but it hurt less than it did before.

“I just need to know they’re okay.” Your voice were merely above an whisper.

“They are, for now.” Albert confirmed. Jesus Christ, he was too damn close to you. You could see every little pore in his skin, his scent filled you up like a balloon that was going to pop any second. You knew that he was going to kill you and you felt nowhere near being ready to die but his mere presence awoke something inside of you. The thing that you had been trying to bury deep, deep within. The undeniably eternal love you felt for him with the strength of a thousand elephants. It was blind and it was more forgiving than it was wise. It was so intense it made your skin burn and your insides too, you felt like a hot burning mess. It almost felt unnatural. Mainly because of what it did to you. You had never felt this with anyone else, not ever. It felt like you belonged together. You still knew better, though. Hence why you left and had been on the run for years.

You felt weak and tired. All of this, all of these years had made you so tired. You just wanted it to stop. You were done. There was no use to try and fight him, he was way too strong now. It’ll only make you end up dying in more pain than necessary and you felt obligated to save yourself from that.

“Just get it over with. For old time’s sake, make it quick.” You said, your voice was on the verge of a new wave of tears but you managed to keep them at bay.

His hands let go off yours and you felt his body leave yours, the warmth disappearing by the second. You closed your eyes, ready for the fatal strike.

It never came.

You held your eyes closed for what felt like minutes but nothing happened.

You battle with yourself if you would dare to open them and see what was going on and after a while, you decided that you had to.

He was just standing there, a feet or so from you, with his back against you. His gloved hands were clasped neatly behind his straight back and it appeared as if he was in deep thought. You could tell that, even with his back to you. It was your bond that told you.

Should you try to run?

No.

You wouldn’t get far and you were so tired of this cat and mouse bullshit.

You just wanted it to end.

“Albert, please..” you softly spoke, almost begging him to put you out of your misery.

“You never learn, do you?” He said as he turned to you.

Your confused expression spoke for you and he smirked hastily.

“If I wanted you dead, you wouldn’t be standing here after all this time.”

You felt weak, confused and at the same time irritated. It felt as if you were back at square one. You had been running for your life only because you sincerely thought that he wanted to end it. All of the ruckus he had been making hadn’t exactly told you otherwise but it was true now when you actually thought about it, you had never once been harmed under these 3 years. All of your friends had been but never you.

“What do you want, Albert?”

“Isn’t it perfectly clear what I want, Y/N?”

You gave him a sour look. It really wasn’t. With all the information you now had on him, you had come to learn that he wasn’t that quiet but passionate lover you once thought you were dealing with. You’ve come to know that he was a sociopath and was capable to do about anything to preserve his goal which seemed to be collecting viruses from around the globe. You didn’t want to know what he was planning to do with them.

“Dear heart,” he began, that smirk upon his face for a few seconds before he continued, “I want what’s mine. I want you.”

If you thought you were confused before, it was nothing compared to what was going on inside your head right now.

“But you, you almost-You sent fucking mercenaries after us! You bombed one of the houses we were inside of, we just barely got out in time!” You fumed, your hand gesturing angrily with every word.

“You left without a word, Y/N, it made me very angry.”

“Oh, it made you angry?” You spat at him, every fear and tremble as blown away. “It made me angry when I found out you were a fucking liar! And not to mention a full blown psychopath!”

He briskly walked over to you and grabbed you by the shoulders roughly.

“You watch that tongue with me, Y/N, before I change my mind.”

“I’m done with these games, Albert! I’m done! Just get it over with, I can’t bear another second with this.” You said, refusing to face him. His face made you want to jump him right here right now. Your hormones were going crazy and you were equally angry as you were a hot, horny mess. The last time you orgasmed by another hand than yours was with Albert. You still remember it as if it was yesterday..

You had been slow cooking some fancy meat on the stove and had some baked potatoes filled with cheese and paprika in the oven. You were working on a side salad when he entered the kitchen freshly showered in nothing but a towel around his waist. He began kissing your neck and one thing led to another and before you knew it, you were sprawled out on one of the counters with his head between your legs, his tongue skillfully massaging your little bundle of nerves while two of his fingers were massaging the inside of your pussy and it didn’t take long before you clenched down on his fingers with a loud moan.

You needed to get your head straight. You couldn’t be thinking about things like that right now. You could literally feel the wetness pouring out of you.

“Hmm...” he hummed with a smirk. You couldn’t see his eyes but you felt how intense they were ravaging you right now.

“I can smell you.” He said, that damn smirk still plastered on his beautiful features. “You are aching for me Y/N, aren’t you?”

“No,” you said hastily, “Absolutely not.”

“Oh, yes you are.” Albert took one of his gloved hands to his face and removed the glove with his pearly white teeth. His naked hand snaked between your exposed legs and traveled up to your clothed pussy. You should slap him right across the face for taking such freedom to touch you like this and yet, you couldn’t do anything. You just stood there, looking up into his face, as if to get some reassuring that this wasn’t as wrong as it actually was.

He didn’t waste any time, he ripped the cloth from your skin with a growl. It probably would’ve stung your sensitive skin if it wasn’t for your arousal. You were dripping and you were desperately longing for the man that you deep down knew was the love of your life.

You grabbed his face with your soft hands and you tried to pull him into a kiss but he wouldn’t succumb to your wishes. He simply undid his belt, opened his trousers and pulled them down to his knees to reveal that he was already hard. You mouth watered and your pussy ached painfully at the sight of his cock. The same exact cock that you had been fantasizing about every time you pleased yourself nowadays.

Albert pushed you once again against the wall of the stairwell but this time he lifted you up as well with his hands at your hips. He didn’t leave you any time to comprehend a single thing, he buried himself to the hilt into your tight, wet cave with a deep, deep groan. It sounded as he had been holding that inside of him for a very long time. You, on the other hand moaned out loudly for everyone to hear as the two of you finally were connected as one.

You had almost forgotten about how good he actually was in bed but all of that came right back to you as he demonstrated his skills by pounding into you evenly, he squeezed your soft hips with every movement.

You clawed desperately at the fabric on his chest as he pounded roughly into you. You didn’t mind him being a little rough, it were a long time since you last made love and if he was anywhere close to as desperate and aroused as you were, he probably couldn’t contain himself.

“Oh, Albert..” you moaned as a wave of pure pleasure washed over you, “I’ve missed you so much.” You confessed openly.

He didn’t answer.

Sure, he was a man of few words but he would always praise you and shower you with affection while making love, now he was all quiet except a grunt here and there.

It was extremely hard for you to get anything from his eyes since those sunglasses covered them and left you to look at your own reflection instead. You had no idea what he felt right now and it made you wary.

You reached for his glasses and removed them as best as you could while he was pounding into you tirelessly. What met you behind those glasses was nothing you were prepared for.

His light grey eyes were a distant memory and now replaced with the eyes of a demon. Red swam around tight slits and you almost didn’t believe what you were seeing. This wasn’t the Albert you remembered.

He was angry. So, so angry. You could feel it vibrating from his furious eyes.

You should be frightened, you should’ve ran away from him but something inside of you made you remain in place with nothing but shame for what you had done to the man you loved.

You had hurt him. You had most likely broken his heart by leaving him without so much as a letter. You had done this to him, you thought.

“I’m so sorry, baby.” You said, tears forming in your eyes as you leaned your forehead against his.

“You are mine.” He growled back,

“Yes.” You nodded in agreement.

“You will never betray me ever again.” Behind his anger you could detect the pain, the pain that you were responsible for.

“Never, baby, never. I’ve been so foolish.”

He slowed down his ministrations and captured your lips with his, the kiss became desperate very quickly, both of your tongues massaging each other in your mouths. You tugged at the locks at the back of his neck as you moaned into the kiss, giving yourself over to him completely.

You were still kissing passionately as he fucked you, and you knew that if he kept moving his hips like that together with his hot, wet mouth, you weren’t going to last very long.

You knew that he also knew.

Your legs began to shake from the intense, burning pleasure between your legs, your nails found his neck where you scratched helplessly as moan after moan escaped your lips.

Albert kissed your face and then went over to your neck affectionely, humming while doing so. Never breaking the rhythm in his thrusts.

“I’m-, I’m so close..” your voice were raspy and low, “Oh god, Albert..”

“That’s it, my sweet” he huskily whispered in your ear before he kissed the curve of your ear, “Come for me..”

You did so, your legs shaking with the same intensity as your screams that left your lips as you rode out the exquisite orgasm eagerly. Every fiber of your body felt as if it was on fire and you couldn’t do anything besides moaning and holding him tightly to you, afraid that he might disappear if you didn’t.

The orgasm left you weak to the bones but Albert didn’t let you rest. He withdrew himself from inside you and lead you upstairs, into the first room that was in sight.

Albert undressed the rest of your clothing and laid you down on the bed softly and positioned himself between your legs, this time with his face.

The first contact with his lips and tongue to your pussy made you moan out with eyes closed, your fingers finding their way down your stomach and onto his blonde locks.

This was one of the best things you know and you’ve been longing for it for three years, it didn’t matter that you had just had an orgasm minutes ago, because when he began using his fingers on you and sucking your clit between his delicate lips, you came undone for the second time today.

He kissed your thighs feathery light and traveled up your now naked body. He kissed and licked every inch of skin on your torso, your breasts he sucked and licked softly, which earned him a moan from you.

He crawled on top of you and spread your legs a little wider for the comfort of both of you. You wasn’t satisfied just yet, though.

“Please, remove your clothes.” You said, looking deeply into his red swirls. “I want to feel you on my skin. I’ve longed so for you, my love.”

He hesitated for a moment but complied to your request and removed his clothes in a blur, it didn’t take more than a few seconds before he was in between your legs again, now in his full naked glory.

You trailed your hands down his hard chest and down his hard washboard abs. You sighed deeply in fulfillment when he entered you once again.

He held you possessively by the neck as he was thrusting into you, his face mere inches from yours as your eyes were locked in each other’s gazes. You had your arms around his back, because you wanted to get as close to him as you possibly could.

You shared a few kisses as the love making grew hotter and closer to the edge for the both of you. It gave you such immense pleasure to see his own pleasure in those eyes of his. You wanted him to feel good, to unwrap himself completely inside of you.

The connection the two of you shared only made the sex even better, more intense than any sex you’ve ever had with anyone else. You didn’t only shared each other’s bodies but each other’s minds and souls as well. He didn’t need to tell you that he loved you, you could feel it with every kiss, every thrust, every single touch he laid upon you. It was magical and brought you straight over the edge for the third time, you were a moaning mess and you chanted over and over again how much you loved him. It didn’t take long after your release for him to find his own. With a deep grunt he filled you up right to the hilt but he remained inside of you just for a little longer.

You shared each other’s lips, and you caressed each other’s faces softly, lovingly.

“If you ever do something like this again, I’m going to have to kill you, Y/N.” He spoke softly but gravely.

“I know.” You responded as you kissed him on his forehead.

You knew that he wouldn’t forgive you a second time. You still had some questions you wanted answers to but you had already decided to stop fighting him. You loved each other, deeply and eternally. That’s all that matters to you. At least for now.

[beauregardlionett]

healing hands

Healing magic only did so much, especially when the wounds were deep.

There was a distinct...she wouldn’t say touch, but something to each caster’s magic. Like most of the arcane and divine, it took time to attune to the intricacies of the individual, to find those subtle and unique cues in the weave. By now, Beau could pin point how stretched Jester’s magic was by how intense the zing was through her veins. She knew Caduceus needed to rest by how deeply the warm curl of his magic traveled through her muscles. And if she didn’t sense it in the moment, she knew by how much she ached afterward.

A fair amount of healing meant sore muscles - like she had done a vigorous workout the day before. The best healing Beau got meant any lingering trace of stiffness was long gone by the time she finished her morning stretches.

This time though, a full day later, she sat up in her bed and winced. Her shoulder was tighter than it had been in a while. The joint stubbornly refused to move through her full range of motion without some kind of protest.

Beau raised her arm again, forcing herself to breathe as she did. Despite her best attempts, something pulled and protested and she dropped her arm again with a strangled curse. She couldn’t even put her fucking hair up. It seemed a miracle Beau got dressed this morning. But now she sat on the edge of her bed, frustrated at her inability to do this one simple task.

If she couldn’t even put her own hair up, what was she going to do if the group encountered hostiles in their travels? Without full mobility and use of her arm, Beau might as well be dead weight. The group would have to compensate and carry her weight, and what if they decided she wasn’t worth the effort? They had come a long way since Trostenwald, sure; but how far were they willing to go? Beau understood little about healing magic other than how it felt, but she figured it did little for old injuries. This one had been healed over with minimal magic and a night’s rest. Would magic even matter?

A knock on her door.

“Beau? Are you up?”

Yasha.

Beau debated staying silent, but that would likely only incite further concern and she couldn’t have that.

“Yeah,” she called back. “Just getting ready.”

“Okay,” Yasha said through the door. “Everyone is heading to breakfast. Do you mind if I come in?”

There was no reason to say no. Beau had stated that she was getting ready, so her unfinished appearance would not be unusual. Even if she pretended to be half dressed, the entire group had literally seen every one of them naked and soaking in a hot tub. Modesty did not exist between them.

“Yeah,” Beau answered without too much pause. “Come on in!”

She could not see the door to her tower bedroom from the edge of her bed, but she heard it open, then shut. The soft pad of Yasha’s boots against her floor followed, growing louder as she got closer. Beau tried for a normal expression and knew she fell painfully short when Yasha stopped in front of her and cocked an eyebrow.

“You look tense,” Yasha said without preamble. “Are you okay?”

Useless.

Beau bit her lip and tried for a grin, knowing before the expression even finished setting that she convinced no one. She held her limbs like she was in pain, like she might bolt with one wrong move. (Both of which were true.)

But what was she going to say? That she got hurt and was therefore useless to their day’s plans? That when they put the tower away after breakfast, Beau feared being left behind? They hadn’t even had a cup of coffee yet. It felt far too early to confess such massive insecurities.

Her silence must have been more telling than she meant it to be, because Yasha knelt in front of her and placed her big, warm hands on Beau’s knees. Her mismatched eyes were twin pools of gentle concern. One thumb rubbed back and forth over the uneven ridge of Beau’s kneecap. Every line of Yasha’s posture denoted attentiveness to Beau’s condition, a willing participant in her struggle. It was something Beau still struggled to comprehend.

Sometimes she wished she knew how to lie to Yasha.

Except she didn’t.

The thought alone left a foul taste in Beau’s mouth. Yasha had only ever been honest with Beau, and she did the same in return.

They had come a long way since Trostenwald.

Beau deflated with a heavy exhale, fingers picking at a hangnail.

“My shoulder hurts,” she muttered. Something aged and defensive curled with an unpleasant roil beneath Beau’s sternum. “I don’t think it healed all the way after that fight the other day. I can’t even raise my arm to do my hair.”

Yasha’s eyes tracked to Beau’s shoulder, something shuttering over her expression for a moment as if she remembered the nasty wound that had sat there. Her fingers tightened for a moment over Beau’s knees before Yasha smoothed over her ragged edges with a steady breath.

“You’re scared.” Not a question.

Beau nodded, finding her voice failing her.

“Would you like my help?”

This was why Beau could never lie to Yasha. Even after months and months of travel and trial together - there was never any assumption. She always asked, and she always took the word ‘no’ without question. Yasha was obvious in her desire to be close to Beau, but she still remembered to leave room for permission. She also held Beau’s fears with all the care she afforded her flowers, and promptly banished them with ease.

“Please?”

Yasha’s smile unfurled the way a summer storm came on. First, a shadow. Then, a slow, steady trickle of what was to come before it completely unleashed - full and inescapable.

She stood from in front of Beau and climbed up onto the bed behind her. There was a moment of shuffling, of rumpled sheets against shifting legs before Yasha’s fingers were in her hair. Her fingers combed through Beau’s tangles, working to unwind knots as tension unspooled from Beau’s shoulders. Her blunt nails against Beau’s scalp felt like permission to cease existing for however long Yasha would let her.

Beau became so lost in the repetitive, soothing sensation of Yasha’s fingers in her hair that she failed to process when Yasha finished. Her hair was neat and spun up into a braided bun, secured with her hair ribbon like always. Beau only realized Yasha’s hands had worked down her neck and over to her shoulder when a flare of pain pulled Beau sharply back into focus.

“Sorry,” Yasha murmured, her fingers lightening their pressure. “It’s been a long time since I’ve done this.”

“Done what?” Beau managed as the pain faded to a dull throbbing.

“This,” Yasha repeated, applying less pressure than before. “We did not have many healers in my tribe, so we all learned the basics. If it hurts too much, I can stop.”

“No,” Beau said, perhaps a little too quick. “No, it’s okay. It just took me by surprise.”

“Are you sure?”

Beau twisted enough to find Yasha’s eyes over her shoulder.

“I’m sure.”

With Beau’s permission, Yasha continued her work, tentative at first. Her fingers worked with more expertise than Beau realized she had, applying pressure to knots and spots of tension. She held her fingers in certain places, adding more weight in slow increments behind the press, rubbing to soothe the spot when it finally released. It ached, of course, but by the time Yasha had given attention to all of Beau’s shoulder, she was a limp, loose puddle of content.

Yasha cupped her hands over Beau’s shoulder, moving it in careful circles, testing the mobility. Her hands grew warmer, glowing in Beau’s peripheral.

Of course. How could she have forgotten?

Where Jester’s sang like an electric zest, a sugar rush, and Caduceus curled like sunshine and a warm drink, there was also Yasha’s healing magic. Yasha, who was not a healer by trade. Who raged quietly in battle and personified a storm. Her magic spread like the buzz of static electricity over Beau’s skin, but sunk into her muscles and her veins with the gentle heat of summer rain.

She was so caught in the familiar fever of Yasha’s balm that she offered no resistance when Yasha lifted Beau’s arm all the way above her head.

“That seems better,” Yasha said, voice soft.

Oh.

Beau blinked and looked up at Yasha and her arm.

“Much,” Beau agreed, voice hoarse. “Thanks.”

Yasha grinned, clearly pleased with herself. As she shuffled off the bed, Beau tried not to mourn the loss of her warm hands. But then Yasha stooped to press a quick kiss to Beau’s forehead as she grabbed her hand, tugging Beau to her feet.

“Breakfast?”

There were a million other things Beau would rather do than eat breakfast right now - every one of them involving Yasha’s hands staying on her. Perhaps they could explore all that later, when Beau’s brain remembered how to form a full sentence and Yasha wasn’t looking at her like that.

“Sure,” Beau croaked. “I could eat.”

She didn’t let go of Yasha’s hand for most of the morning.

[blahkugo]

Omakase

Pairing: Shouto Todoroki x Reader 

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: 18+, smut, slight overstim, all characters are aged up, ofc. 

A/N: Happy birthday to the woman that literally birthed my blog, the writer of the best fics I’ve ever read-- *cough Notice, Seven Minutes, Of Love and Lemons, etc.*-- @lookslikeleese​. It’s 5 am right now and my brain cannot come up with the proper words, but just know I love you so much. Thank you for creating our entire friend group. I LOVE YOU. 

omakase (noun): 

(in a Japanese restaurant) a meal consisting of dishes selected by the chef; chef’s choice. 

Thirty minutes into supper with the Todorokis, you think your heart may actually stop beating. It’s not the awkward silence, nor the snowstorm of icy glares traveling across the table. You’ve long since made your peace with the scents of charred leather couches and melted silverware that linger in your hair whenever one of the men gets riled up. 

No, it’s an issue far more pressing than the typical family drama, a matter that needs to be resolved with stealth— immediately. 

It’s Shouto’s fingers, darting into his pocket and pressing a single button. It’s your heels digging into the cool tile beneath you. It’s every nerve standing on end, every passing second sending a wave of heat to your core. Your knuckles blanche, gripping the oak table with such ferocity that it may just snap, and your thighs shake, overwhelmed.

The issue is that there’s a little pink vibrator pressing against your clit and the bi-colored bastard chews his food as though this night is no different than any other. 

It doesn’t matter that the toy’s been placed at the lowest setting all night, doesn’t matter that your fingernails relieve a bit of the pressure every time you dig them into your exposed thighs. The only thought crossing your mind is your impending orgasm. How are you supposed to stifle euphoric pleasure when you’re barely able to hold it together now? 

“So, how’s that new job going?” Enji asks more out of courtesy than interest. While you typically humor his attempts at placid conversation, you’re too troubled to speak to the stoic man in front of you. What if your juices seep through your soaked panties right onto the chair? 

“It’s— ah- it’s really good.” 

And this has been your entire night thus far. Feeble efforts to remain coherent, whines and gasps hidden behind awkward coughs— anything and everything you can possibly do to maintain your dignity in the presence of your boyfriend’s father. 

“What was that funny story you were telling me earlier today?” Shouto doesn’t miss a beat, sending a quick slant your way before stuffing another bite of rice into his mouth. He knows precisely what he’s doing, can feel the pointed daggers you dig into the side of his head, but his relaxed smile reveals nothing to the three pairs of eyes gazing intently at you, awaiting your response.

“Oh, Mt. Lady, she— oh my god,” As soon as you begin speaking, he cranks the toy up to a new level. Though it’s only for a second, the sound that leaves your body is inhuman, a mortifying cross between a sob and a choke that has your palm slamming onto the table fiercely.

All at once, the table is bustling with concern for your safety. To their naive eyes, it seems you choked on a bite of food, and Fuyumi hurries to grab you a glass of water. Shouto simply remains seated, a slick grin plastered across his face at the sight of your heated cheeks and teary eyes. What the fuck could have possessed you to agree to this in the first place? 

“I-I’m okay,” you mumble out, embarrassment shaking you far worse than any sex toy ever could. And that fact— the way your eyebrows knead together in discomfort as you squirm in your seat— is precisely what Shouto wants. You’re no stranger to humiliation, no stranger to the tugging deep in your gut or the heated flush that darts onto your mattress and makes its home on your cheeks.

But this? This type of shame is foreign; it makes your head spin and refuses to waver no matter how much you silently gripe and plead. “Honestly, I feel a bit—” another pulse, another pained gasp from you, “ill.” The words barely make their way out before you’re gritting your teeth, thighs pressing together so tightly they may leave pretty purple marks. 

“Maybe I should take her upstairs,” Shouto sighs, faux apology slipping through his mouth with ease. When did the fucker get so good at lying? 

And then he’s helping you up from your seat, rubbing tender circles into your back, like any good boyfriend would. But every graze is unbearable, sends a tidal wave of warmth rushing through your core. The most innocent of touches has become obscene, twisted in a way only you and the cool man next to you are able to acknowledge. 

As you climb the stairs with shaky legs, you can only pray that the rest of the family doesn’t notice the slick juices trailing down your thighs. 

—

“Who knew dinner and a show could be so entertaining?” He teases, just barely dodging the fist you throw half-heartedly at his shoulder. His supple lips are glued into a smirk, one that probably won’t drop until the night is long over. 

“Please– I-” you attempt to stifle your moans, but in the comfort of his childhood bedroom you find yourself slipping into a high-pitched whine. “Turn it off.” He seems to debate the plea internally, slender fingers brushing over the buttons until you grip harshly at his bicep. You’ve endured enough misery to last you months. 

When he finally switches it off, you feel your entire body slacken and relief wash over you; however, it does nothing for the throbbing in your clit or the pool of desire still brimming in your core. What you crave is his touch, the warmth that pokes and prods at your every muscle, loosening each nerve until you’re a babbling mess— wholly at the mercy of his lithe fingers. 

“Shou,” you mewl, voice dripping with desperation. His eyes widen for a quick second, brows raised and shocked by your blatant come-on with his family only a level down. “I need you.” 

Those three simple words have him springing into action, shoving you against the mattress. Pinning you beneath him with ease, he hikes your skirt up to your hips before running a slender digit against your clothed slit. 

“You made a mess,” his words carry no weight, only amazement at the juices flowing freely through the thin panties and down your thighs. “Probably made a mess all over your chair too.” 

With that comment, your shame is back with a vengeance, tinging the tips of your ears and causing you to cry out. Before Shouto, you’d have never thought this sort of depraved commentary could have you shaking. Hell, you’re not sure he even knew what he was doing to you at first; ever oblivious, Shouto simply speaks his mind. 

Only when he noticed the effect of his words, did he begin using those passing observations against you. Now, he lives for your reactions, spurs you on if only to see how far a gruff remark can push you— and typically, your limit is reached in wanton sobs and bright red scratch marks down his back. 

He doesn’t bother with removing the lace panties, only tugs them to the side so he can brush his fingers against your naked slit. When he pushes a thumb against your clit, you can’t help the loud cry that escapes you. “Bite,” he offers up his wrist so that your moans don’t carry through the thin walls. 

Your teeth sink into his flesh, eliciting a sharp breath at the sudden pain. And he enjoys that part too— the lengths you’ll go to achieve pleasure, the stinging reminders of your desire. “Stay quiet for me, yeah?” He tests a finger, then two, knuckles deep in your doughy walls as you writhe on the bed. “Good girl.” 

“Mmph,” you feel your eyes roll back at the soft praise, thighs tensing as he begins to pump his digits in and out. “Faster, ah– please.” Your moans are muffled against his arm, but he complies nonetheless, fingers curling and hitting the spot that drums against your heartbeat, that rattles through your brain.

The second he brings his lips to your clit, you feel the coil in your stomach about to snap. Hair slick with sweat, your hands roam through his own wet strands, gripping and tugging him closer, closer, closer. He suckles hungrily, his last meal long forgotten as he pushes you further over the edge. 

All at once, you see stars. You’re unsure whether you’re keeping quiet like he asked or sobbing loudly, the tidal wave of pleasure consumes you whole, stomach going taut and twisting as he allows you to ride out your orgasm. With the toy slowly edging you all night, this bliss feels fully merited— is exactly what you deserve after being subjected to his teasing for so long. 

Shouto only lets up when your entire body has gone slack and you push his head away. Bringing his fingers up to your supple lips, he watches hungrily as you slurp at your own slick. 

His eyes are the darkest you’ve ever seen them, pooling with eagerness and a longing for more; he brings a thumb to his chin to wipe at your juices— licks a long stripe up the digit to fully savor you. The image is immodest at the least, animalistic at most.

It reignites your own thirst immediately. 

Though you’re exhausted, core spasming from overuse, you find yourself tugging at his waistband, pulling him close so he can sheath himself inside you in one fell thrust. 

“Fuck,” his voice is husky, groan stifled in the nook of your shoulder. “Still so fucking tight for me.” The only sounds that fill the air are your joint moans, the squeaky springs of the mattress, and the headboard clanging against the wall— sweat soaked skin as his hips snap against you. 

“Ah— please, please, please,” it seems to be the only phrase that falls from your loose lips. Every jerk sends shocks across your damp flesh, vision going foggy as he sends your brain spinning. Once again, you teeter at the edge, so close. Your legs wrap across his back, digging into the globes of his ass to pull him impossibly closer. 

“What do you want?” He grunts into your jaw, peppering wet kisses down your neck and across your chest. It may leave a mark or two, but it’s something to worry about later. 

“I–”At this point, you’re just a teary, blubbering mess, “please, Shou– need your cum.” You manage the words, knowing exactly what effect they have. His movements quicken, pace faltering as he chases his own high. 

And then, you’re both seeing stars. With one final shudder, his cock twitches, and then he’s spilling into you. Your groans intertwine, his a loud sigh of your name, you sobbing helplessly. 

Once he finally stills, he collapses on top of you, both of your chests heaving. His fingers smooth at your matted hair, whispers of ‘so good for me’ and ‘fuck, baby’ into the shell of your ear as he allows your body— still trembling uncontrollably— time to regain composure.  

Now you remember why you agreed to this little game of his.

–

“I hope you feel better,” Fuyumi hugs you goodbye, though your eyes are glazed over in post-coital bliss. Her gaze doesn’t quite meet your own, anyways. But they couldn’t have heard; you were quiet. Weren’t you? 

As you stumble into the passenger side of Shouto’s pristine Model S, you catch the gruff comment Enji murmurs to Shouto, 

“You two could stand to be a bit less obvious next time.” 

[soukokuwu]

hi,, can i request (nsfw) soft dom dazai taking care of his extremely shy babygirl bc she feels insecure abt herself? if this is any trouble to you, feel free to disregard. thank you 😸🤍

little babygirl.

     genre. nsfw (dazai x f!reader)      word count. 1.1k      author notes. okay so i am not too familiar with soft dom and this is not proofread so i apologise if there’s anything wrong here, i’m slowly easing back into bsd and i hope this is okay anony <3

He doesn’t know whether it’s because you’re fairly inexperienced, or maybe it’s because you’re biting your lower lip and it may be unintentional but god, does Dazai think you’re sexy like this.

You’re still hesitating, but you let him use your scarves to tie you to the bedpost anyway. That small whimper you let out as he tightens them — if he could he would stuff your mouth full with his cock just to muffle them. But no, you’re a little different from the girls he usually dates. Dazai can just tell by the averting of your gaze and the heat pooling up in your cheeks that you’re extremely shy about this. Yet you’re such a good little girl, saying yes to him.

Dazai’s fingers leave a light trail of desire down your bare chest, stopping just shy of your pretty little cunt as he learns to admire the sight of you, getting all wet for him. He pries your legs further apart, before leaning forward to whisper in your ear, “are you sure you want this, baby?”

You nod, and while he’d like to ask you to verbalise it, he doesn’t push you. No, you he needs to treat like a princess. Pamper you like one. So he just chuckles and kisses your earlobe, before slowly trailing kisses down your neck, to your bare chest, taking a moment to nip on your slowly hardening bud.

The moans that escape you — he’s entranced. You’ve never felt this good before, have you? Those few times you’ve fucked, they’ve never quite paid attention to you, have they? Dazai smirks as he pulls away, loving your half-lidded gaze, loves how much lust is behind those beautiful eyes of yours.

And how cute it is; you’re still trying to hide your face even though you’re buck naked against your chalk-white sheets.

“Baby, you’re beautiful,” Dazai says as he lets his tongue trace a line down from the middle of your chest to your clit, stopping to make sure you’re okay for him to continue. His brown eyes flick up to meet yours, and he’s inwardly reveling about how he has barely even touched your little pussy yet and still, you have your tongue licking the side of your lip, as though you can’t wait for him to show you just how amazing you can feel with just his tongue.

“If you want me to stop, just say the word, okay, baby?”

A nod from you is all it takes for him to lift your legs over his shoulders so his head is nicely nestled in between them, tongue slowly lapping up the juices trailing down your pussy. Dazai lets out a hum of approval as he hears your gasps. You enjoy this, don’t you? With his tongue silding across your lower lips now, two fingers making their way slowly into your pussy, the way your back arching a sign that you’re completely under his mercy.

“Fuck, baby,” Dazai coos against your clit, feeling you clench around his fingers. “I’m gonna make you feel real good, baby, so just let it all out, okay?”

His fingers increase their pace, going in and out of you so quickly, hitting your spot over and over. Your moans are getting louder and louder, and god if only he could die overdosing on you that’d be ideal.

“Osa—”

You’re practically grinding your hips against him now, desperate for your release. And Dazai is all for it. His cock is begging for attention, but you’re all he can think about now.

“Cum for me baby, show me how good I make you feel.”

Oh, the way you moan his name as you come on his fingers drives him absolutely crazy, he’s wondering how he ever has the patience to control himself when all he wants is to be inside you and giving you a mind-numbing fucking.

Dazai smirks up at you as you watch him pull his fingers out before licking up all your juices. You try to look away but Dazai’s free hand pulls your face back to look at him. “Don’t be embarrassed, you taste so fucking good, belladonna.”

His lips come down to kiss your cheeks, and you can feel the tip of his cock rubbing against your clit, eliciting an impatient whimper from your lips. You can hear him chuckling the moment he hears it, and you know that he’s aware he’s got you wrapped around his finger. (Quite literally, because as you think this his fingers are rubbing circles on your clit and even though you’ve just came not one minute ago you’re already aching to have him inside of you again.)

Dazai is being patient though, very patient. You can tell because you can feel just how hard his cock is yet he’s still taking the time to tease your little clit, even though you’re more than wet enough to take him.

“Pl-please,” you mumble, and Dazai pauses his ministrations to gaze down at you, a gaze so soft you think you can actually melt under him.

“What is it, baby? Tell me what you want.”

How brazen you’ve gotten after just a little warming up to him.

“F-fuck me, p-please, Osa,” you stutter out, hiding your face in his chest.

Dazai would love to tease you, would love to hear you beg him to fuck you, but he knows how much it took for you to even admit that, so he restrains himself. Instead, he plants a kiss on your forehead and gives you what you’re so politely begging for.

His index finger runs from your arms (and he notices how you get goosebumps just from that) all the way down to your thighs (you swear you got even wetter just feeling that) and he lifts it up slowly so he can position himself in front of you. He looks to you, as though asking for permission, and the moment you nod, he’s slowly pushing himself inside, letting out a grunt and a “baby, you’re so fucking tight you feel so fucking good.”

You’re hiding your face in your arms when you feel him pulling you back again, getting you to look at him as he stretches your pussy and fills it full with his cock. He’s not even halfway in and you already have tears in your eyes — it’s been a while since anyone’s fucked you, and even then they weren’t this big.

“Shh, shh, don’t worry,” Dazai assures you, leaning down further to wipe the tears from your eyes. “I’ll take it slow okay, baby? We got all night.”

[harryconcepts]

part 31

being the reason frat boy harry settles down <3 he starts to have feelings for you but you make it pretty clear you're not interested in playing games or being a casual fuck and he cleans up his act so fast it leaves everyone's head spinning <3he stops going out every night and he rejects anyone who so much as looks at him and he starts doing well in his classes <3 all for you even though you haven't said you'll go out with him yet but he's trying so hard bc he has a crush <3 after a few weeks you realize he's serious and he's willing to do whatever it takes because he can't stop thinking about you and he wants you to be his <3 so finally you agree to go out for dinner with him and he's over the moon <3 afterwards he brings you home and you ask if he wants to come in, he kisses your cheek and then pulls back almost looking like he's in pain and he says "yes... but i can't, i don't- i like you way too much to ruin this by moving too fast" and you're smiling at how sweet he is <3 he leans in for a real kiss, one that has you feeling a bit dizzy and gripping onto the sleeves of his coat <3 when he pulls away he keeps his eyes closed for a few seconds, then he opens them and says "I'll see you tomorrow pretty girl" and leaves with you a kiss on the cheek <3

and in the summer you push him away because it's too hot to cuddle so he goes to turn the air conditioner up and brings a fan into the room to freeze you out so you have no choice but to cuddle him again 😌

thinking about taking a babymoon with harry in Italy, most of your old clothes don't fit you so you're either naked or wearing a sundress the whole time 😌 he can't keep his hands off your bump and he thinks you've never looked more attractive 😌 he's constantly talking to your baby and telling her how he can't wait to see her and bring her on her own little vacation when she's a little older 😔 he caters to your every whim, getting you everything you want with no hesitation 😌 you're in the mood for some pasta? he's pulling on some shorts and running his cute little butt off to get you some 😌 you want some gelato? he ties your shoes for you and leads you out of the house 😌 you feel like laying around by the pool all day? he lays next to you, reapplying your sunscreen every half hour (definitely not just as a reason to touch your belly some more) 😌 and reading his book out loud to you 😌 when you start getting a little too close to your due date you both know it's time to go home to make the final preparations for your little bean 😔 as he packs up your suitcases he's talking absentmindedly to your baby, saying "we're going home right now, but as soon as we get to meet you and you're big enough we'll be back, and we're gonna show you all our favorite places... know you're gonna love it as much as I do, you're gonna be just like your daddy" and he leans down to press another kiss to your tummy 😔

thinking about the lyric you're getting yourself wet for me ... he's literally disgusting he would look down at you under him squirming for him to touch you and he smiles saying "touch yourself, get yourself wet for me" and you whimper at how filthy he is which just makes him smirk more, you reach down and start slowly stroking your fingers gasping at how sensitive you are and he goes between watching your hand and watching your face and he says "such a good girl for me, always do just what i say" 😵‍💫

losing your virginity to harry in Italy, you've been best friends for years and he invites you on a little vacation and somewhere in all the sundresses and late night walks and antique stores you realize how much you like him <3 one thing quickly leads to another and you're back at his villa and he has you up against the wall as he kisses you <3 you're out of breath when you tell him you've never done this before, he's pulling away apologizing and saying you don't have to do anything but you grab his shirt before he can get too far and say "I want it to be you, it's always been you" and pull him in for another kiss <3 he has you on his bed before you can even blink and he's on top of you kissing you like there's no tomorrow <3 you're both pulling off clothes hastily and kissing all over each other and when he moves to go down on you, you take one of his hands and guide it up along your chest until it's resting on your throat <3 you squeeze your own fingers around his hand so he knows exactly what you want and he moans against you, making you arch your hips up at the sensation and that's where the line "choke her with a sea view" comes from <3

but going outside to watch the eclipse and the stars 😔 I am a moon and stars girlie until the day i die and I feel like he would love to do that with you 😔 wrapped up in blankets together because it's chilly but neither of you care 😔 cuddling so close and pointing out different constellations to him and he's just watching you like you're prettier than all the stars in the sky 😔 when you notice him looking at you instead of up where you're pointing you laugh and say "the stars are up there, Harry" and he smiles and says "I'm looking right where I want to be looking" not taking his eyes off you 😔 you would probably end up falling asleep on his little porch swing or laid out on the grass, and you wake up to the early morning sun shining on you so you get to watch the sunrise together 😔

frat boy harry making it clear that he wants you and he'll do whatever you want to get you to agree to go out with him 😌 he's never upset when you casually reject him he's all "that's fine 😌 you'll come around😌" and he just continues on his way 😌 randomly brining you flowers and your favorite coffee, and when he sees you across campus he's literally sprinting to get to you and then he acts casual like "so where you headed? I'll walk you 😌" and he lifts your bookbag off your back and carries it for you 😌 his friends make fun of him for being so whipped for a girl who's not even officially his but he doesn't care and he's willing to work for it 😌

harry grabbing your jaw to make you look at him 😌 he says something filthy to make you blush and look away, but then he takes your face in his fingers and pulls your face to look at him 😌 he says "shy, are we?" and you blush even harder 😌 he's so smug seeing how flustered he can make you with just a few words 😌

then fwb harry would be kissing you alllll the time 😌when you wake up in the morning and as a way to say hello and a way to say goodbye and before you go to sleep and as a way to turn you on and after he goes down on you and after you go down on him and the list goes on 😌

no he would literally always be teasing you for how wet you are which just makes you blush and soak his fingers even more 😵‍💫 he smirks and says "you like it when I'm a little mean, don't you" and doesn't stop moving his fingers even as you're struggling to answer him 😵‍💫

he is definitely filthyyyyyy when he goes down on you shaking his head and moaning and gripping your hips so you can't move 😵‍💫 he gets your legs over his shoulders so you're angled up and he can reach your g spot easier 😌 he's been working you up for a while and he says "gonna squirt for me? make a mess on my hand?" and looks into your eyes as his fingers keep moving 😵‍💫

stopppp he would be so offended when you push him away because it's too hot 😭 he takes away all the blankets and turns the fan to be blowing right on you and then he sits there like 😠 until you wake up all confused and cold and then he pretends he didn't do anything and he goes 🥺 oh baby are you cold come here let me hold you 🥺 and you're so tired you don't even question you just snuggle into him and he's like 😌 works like a charm 😌

no i think Harry moans like he's the one getting head when he goes down on you he's just that into it 😵‍💫 you can feel the vibrations the whole time making you cum that much faster 😵‍💫

harry would be so happy watching you hold a baby 😭 you're at one of his family gatherings and maybe one of his cousins just had a baby so she's getting passed around and when it's your turn he's watching you like 🥹 thinking of how someday that will be you holding yours 🥹

harry deeeeefinitely likes being the one to take your clothes off, you reach down to push your shorts off your legs but he stops you saying "let me do it" and he drags them off so slowly kissing every new inch of skin as he goes

getting into a little fwb arrangement with harry 😌 before you do anything you say "no kissing, it's too intimate" and he shakes his head saying "I dunno if that's gonna work for me, sometimes i need a little kissing to help finish me off" so you roll your eyes and say "fine no kissing except when we're actively having sex" and he nods but then says "well and also during foreplay" and you sigh at how he's so demanding (even though you both know you love it) so you say "fine, no kissing except when we're actively having sex and during foreplay" and he nods, looking very satisfied with himself but then he says "but also what if i want to give you a goodnight kiss before i leave" and you know you're not gonna to win this so you say "ok fine no kissing except when we're actively having sex and during foreplay and when you need to give me a good night kiss before you leave" and you think he's finally done but then he says "oh there's also-" and you cut him off saying "fine we can rescind the no kissing rule if you're gonna be such a pest about it!" and he's just sitting there like 😌 because he always gets his way and he just loves kissing you 😌

one day you're making out on the couch, sitting on his lap and grinding on him a bit and he grips your hips saying "take your shirt off, please, take it off" and you say "let's go to the bedroom?" and he frowns saying "we can just do it here, need you right now" and gently pulls your hips down against him so you can feel how hard he is 😵‍💫 you blush so hard saying "that feels so dirty" and he can't help but laugh and he's all "oh so having sex with me is dirty now? you didn't seem to have a problem with it this morning, or last night, or-" and you cut him off with a hand over his mouth bc you're blushing so much and you say "you know that's not what i meant, it's just being in the living room feels very- exposed" so he rolls his eyes playfully and stands up without a warning, you yelp and wrap your arms around his neck even though you know he would never drop you. he sighs dramatically and says "you're so high maintenance, it's a good thing you're so cute" and he starts walking you to the bedroom like you wanted 😌

harry is literally obsessed with your bum and thighs and why is that so 😵‍💫 he likes squeezing them when you're kissing and sitting on his lap and he loves the way you're a little softer there and how the skin dimples under his fingers 😵‍💫

harry looooves teasing you, kissing your neck and chest and anywhere he knows is sensitive to get you all worked up and begging for him before he gives you what he wants 😌

one night you're too tired to take your makeup off you just fall asleep right away so you wake up with mascara smudged all under your eyes and Harry's trying so hard not to laugh he rubs his thumb under your eye and says "good morning my little panda"

harry looooooves fingering you I just know he's obsessed with rubbing his fingers over you g spot and seeing how you arch your back and clench so hard on him 😵‍💫 rubbing his thumb against your clit and smiling when that makes you gasp out his name 😵‍💫

harry would be so cute after you get married 😔 when you wake up the morning after your wedding and you try to get up he gets a grumpy look on his sleepy face and he holds you so tight saying "I'm your husband and as your husband I say you're not allowed to get out of bed yet" and nuzzles into your neck 😔when you do finally get up he's kissing you every few seconds and he says "and what does my wife want for breakfast?" "my wife looks so pretty wearing my shirt" "would my wife like to join her husband in the shower?" using every excuse he can to call you his wife and him your husband 😭

harry looooves kissing down your neck and along your collarbones and all the pretty little noises you make for him when he finds a sensitive spot 😌 he hums gently when you gasp his name and grip his arms and he starts making a little love bite 😌

my cousin is pregnant and apparently has really bad morning sickness that basically lasts all day and she can't be around food at all or she gets sick and she said her husband is being absolutely amazing and doing everything for her and that's so Harry😭 he eats outside or in the other room so you don't have to smell it and get sick and he's so patient with you when you're snappy and rude bc you don't feel well 😔 he just brings you ice cubes and crackers and medicine and whatever you need and being so good 😔

thinking about how harry would be so into going slow during sex and making you feel as much pleasure as possible 😌 esp when you first start dating he just wants to make you feel good 😌 he's fingering you watching your face to see what makes you really moan 😌 then he sees you clenching and tensing your muscles and moving your hips up against his hand and he says "you don't have to rush it baby, we have all night, just want to take care of you right now" and starts dragging his fingers even slower against your g spot 😌

wait i feel like he would be so sweet if you asked if he would still love you if you were a worm 😭 he would say "yes baby i would build you a little worm house and tiny worm furniture and get you the best worm food money can buy" and you snuggle into him like 🥰 and he's just like .... ok can i go back to sleep now

he knows you're kind of used to not having people take time for you and prioritize you during sex so he makes it his main point to do just that 😌 always letting you know that he doesn't care if it takes a while for you to get there, he's happy to spend all night making you feel good 😌

frat harry loves how you're only dirty for him 😌 everyone else who knows you thinks you're a shy polite little thing who's always smiling and cute but then when he gets you alone you're sucking on his fingers and begging him to spit in your mouth 😌

yes pls after sex harry says "come on let's go take a bath" and you just look at him like 🥺 because your legs are tired so he pretends to be annoyed but he's smiling when he sighs and says "alright hold on" and he leans over to pick you up 😔 you wrap your arms and legs around him so he can walk to you the bathroom 😔

frat harry would be so whipped for you and he's even moooore whipped once you start dating 😌 he brings you your favorite water bottle before bed all filled with ice just the way you like it 😌 he turns the thermostat a little colder just how you like and gets extra blankets so you'll be comfy 😌 he's usually awake before you so he makes you breakfast and coffee 😌 waking you up with a kiss on the forehead and he says in a quiet sing song voice "good morning pretty girl, I have breakfast for you" and lays down to pull you to his chest because he knows you won't be ready to wake up yet 😔

fratrry sharing his weed with you </3 he holds it up to your lips saying "go on baby" so you take a slow drag, he smiles and says "good girl" before he takes one too and then kisses you to blow it into your mouth </3

harry would be so in love with all your little quirks😔 if you have one certain cup you like even more than all the others even though they all look the same to him he always makes sure to give you the one you like 😔 or if you have a favorite blanket he makes sure you always have it when you watch a movie and he always brings it along when you stay over at his house 😔 he thinks it's adorable how you only like one certain brand of pickles or how you haaaave to have a specific brand of shredded cheese😔 he would love to go shopping with you and he would be so happy to learn all those little things 😔

please and frat harry would be so whipped trying to make it up to you <3 doing anything you want him to and you have him wrapped around his finger <3 he's at your beck and call any time you ask for him he's like 🏃🏼‍♀️💨 omw babe 🏃🏼‍♀️💨 then when you finally agree to go out with him he's the most gentlemanly boy you've ever seen, bringing flowers to your door and linking arms with you to walk you to the car <3 and he always holds the door for you bc that's how his mama raised him 😔

any time you're at a party he's also at his eyes are on you the whole time 😭 he's watching you from across the room never letting you out of his sight </3 he only has one drink because he wants to look out for you and make sure you get home safe so when he sees you saying goodbye to people he's RUNNING over to you and he's trying to act cool all "were you heading out? I'm leaving too, i can walk you home" and you're trying to say it's not necessary but he insists saying "it's not safe to walk alone, please let me go with you? or if you don't want me I can get someone else I just don't want you to walk alone" and you can tell he's not just trying to get you alone (even though that's definitely part of it 😌) but he also just needs to know you're safe after a night out 😔

and harry picks up on your little quirks so fast without you even noticing 😔 he's going grocery shopping and you say "oh make sure you get the-" and he says "the pickles with the blue lid, not the purple one, I know" and gives you a kiss on the cheek as he heads out the door 😔

please yes i love the idea of making frat harry work for it 😌 that's such a bitchy thing to say but it's so hot to think of him cleaning up his act so fast because he wants you so bad that he's willing to stop going out and stop going to parties every night and he'll do anything for you <3 he's used to girls throwing themselves at him so when you do the exact opposite it makes him want you even more <3

frat harry having a few kinks he hasn't brought up like spitting or choking because he knows you're not super experienced and he never wants to push you or make you feel like he's not satisfied with your relationship but then one day you straight up grab his hand and put it around your throat while you're kissing and grinding on him and he nearly loses it right then and there 😵‍💫 he squeezes very gently just testing to see what you want and you let out the most breathy moan against his lips and he goes feral 😵‍💫

and frat harry wouldn't even be embarrassed about how whipped he is 😌 all his friends tease him but he's just like yup 😌 that's my girl 😌 and runs to get you another drink 😌

no he definitely likes it messy which is why he loves making you squirt 😌 he wants the evidence of how good he is all over his hands and face 😌he wants you to be a shaking mess before he even fucks you, then as he pushes in he leans his head down for the most filthy kiss that's all tongue and moaning into each other's mouths 😌 and ofc when he cums he crawls down and pushes it back inside with two fingers, watching as you nearly scream from how sensitive you are 😌 after fingering you for a while he licks his hand clean while looking right in your eyes and then leans down again to clean you up with his tongue 😌

he definitely teases you and edges you until you're dizzy and crying from how bad you want him 😌 then he acts all condescending like "oh? does my baby want something?" smiling when you try to move your hips to grind against him 😌

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tiles & released tension

(r18+)

gang orca | sakamata kugo x reader

continuation of this fic 

word count: 2.2k

the cycle of lust 

warnings: fem reader, monsterfucking, weird tongue, weird dicks, marking, mouthfucking, heat cycles, 

commission for @baroque-baby!!! thank u so much!!!!!!! 💗💗💗

a/n: wow here it is!! the second of the two comms :’’^) enjoy some more... Monster fucking esque stuff AND heat cycles!!!! enjoy y’all :’’^)

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Despite how physically demanding the overall experience of Kugo’s rut was, you were well taken care of. Beyond that, even. He spared no expense, forgot no detail, and left no need or want unattended.

He was a dutiful lover despite his carnal hunger.

...

You vaguely knew when it was day and night. Your temporary home had large, arching windows and skylights that let sunbeams in to bend against the rippling pool. You knew when it was bright outside, though the exact time of day didn’t seem to matter much to Kugo or you.

That ‘morning’ (whenever you awoke, it was light outside), you’d woken up in the pool, tucked against Kugo’s chest in the lapping, gentle current of the water. It was always a bit scary, waking up being naked and half-submerged.

Yet, you were always mentally-reminded that no harm would come to you. Drowning? Absolutely not. Kugo was literally holding you. If any other danger entered a twenty-meter vicinity, you were sure Kugo would be ready to crush the threat instantly.

But, there were no threats. A peaceful courtyard that let in nice light during the evening with lots of pretty flowers and landscaping.

In some of your more fucked out and fucked up moments, arms braced against the wet tile as Kugo reamed you for the umpteenth time, you found yourself dazing off at the reflections and colors as you blinked back overstimulated tears.

Yet, that morning, you’d woken up without a writhing cock in you. Though it was close by and ever-hard, just as always.

“Mornin’,” You yawned, stretching to pop a kiss onto Kugo’s cheek. His chest rumbled out a sound too low for you to hear, a new, cetacean-based feature he’d developed over his rut. “Sleep well?”

“Very.”

Considered how much cum he spilled into you and the surrounding pool the night prior, he had to be exhausted, right?

To some extent.

He was a pro hero, with the stamina to match. Not to mention most of your days were spent in the pool of perfectly treated and temperate water, allowing Kugo to be in his most optimal state whether he was fighting villains or fucking your brain out.

You weren’t complaining.

Once again, dutiful.

Kugo adjusted you as he needed, a low growl pitching from his throat.

You ended up on your knees, skin scraping the tiles on the submerged bench below. It was a favored position, allowing the upper half of your body to be up and out of the water. Though you had, several times, gotten a mouthful or noseful of water due to Kugo breeding you (so fucking well) in the pool, it wasn’t preferred.

(Most of the time.)

Kugo rumbled as he floated in the water behind you, thickly-taloned hands coming to rest on your hips under the water, “You’re so beautiful in the mornings, you have no idea.”

He’d been waxing more since all of this started. In the moments he wasn’t insatiably worked up by his primal state, he was lavishing you in compliments and kindness as you’d never seen.

Kugo fished around in a nearby float basket, pulling away with a fancily crafted bottle of lube. It was a light lavender, oil-based, and heavenly smelling as he poured a bit of it on his hand.

Considering how long and sharp his nails had become, it was far too dangerous for him to prepare you like he once did.

Good thing his cock was tapered.

You could feel the bump of it against your ass, almost slivering against your hot skin under the water. Kugo slicked it down with the lube as he grabbed another item from the basket— a small bullet vibrator, waterproof and strong.

You beamed as he laid it on the pool deck by your arms.

“Am I allowed to use that?” You asked, keeping your voice teasing and sweet, still scratchy from sleep.

Kugo grunted another primal noise.

Consider it’d been several hours since he’d had his fill of you, he was bound to be insatiable. He tended to get a bit more... animalistic when he got so needy for you.

Social conventions had been mostly negated during the weeks of Kugo’s rut, it was a necessity. Not to mention that they were difficult to even think about with the distractions at your disposal.

The tip of Kugo’s cock, slick and squirming, teased as your entrance as he settled behind you, towering over your bent frame. The water sloshed around both of you, though neither of you minded.

You were far more focused on the way the appendage was teasing from your clit to your leak cunt without rest.

Laying your head on your arms, you arched your back at an even harsher angle, just barely grinding against Kugo as he prepared you as much as his cock would allow.

(It wasn’t entirely necessary considered how often he’d been stuffing you full— your cunt was practically shaped to him by that point.)

His chest bore down on your back, heat radiating off of him as he pressed you into the tiles and pool wall. You swallowed as his hand grabbed around your throat and jaw, pulling your head to the side so his long, (also) tapered tongue could lave along your shoulders.

“You always taste so good in the mornings,” Kugo spoke low and rolling. You squeezed your eyes shut, rolling your hips back to bump against his own.

As much as he fluffed you up verbally, you could feel how he was holding himself back from wrecking you.

His talons bit into the meat of your hips, his tongue licked its way to your ear, gooey saliva mixing with the water and sweat against your skin. His deep breaths, coming harsher each minute, made his chest bear down on your own, flattening you to the til, though not fully squishing you.

“Kugo,” You spoke in a singsong voice, grabbing the vibrator and flicking it on. “Why don’t you fuck me like you mean it instead of being polite? I thought we were past formalities.”

He went still, aside from the twirl of his thin cockhead at your entrance.

“I mean,” You were pressing your luck, but that was part of the fun. “I know you want to breed me so well that I leak all day, so why not get to it?”

You hummed, just for a moment, before Kugo was pressing you down, hard, squeezing the air out of your lungs in the best possible way.

“Is that really what you want?” Kugo growled, the sound shaking in several different pitches as he fucked into your cunt in one clean stroke.

You choked on your breath, scrambling against the wet tile as the vibrator slipped out of reach into the water.

Taking him at full length in one go wasn’t impossible, but the stretch of it all at once ached. His cock pressed and writhed in your cunt as he held his hips steady, shaking slightly.

You took a shuddering breath as his fat tongue rolled over your shoulders.

“How badly do you want to be ruined?”

If you could’ve melted into the water of the pool, you would’ve.

Part of you wanted to give one last fiery retort, but you were far too mushy to muster it up as Keigo thrust fully once more. He nearly bottoms out, you figure, considering the way his cock twists against your inside, pressing at your knot of nerves.

You moaned, lips parting and falling open.

Kugo greedily took the opportunity to further crane your neck, his thick tongue dipping into your mouth, snaking along the backs of your teeth.

You were caught up in it all, the sensations seemingly so fresh after sleep. Each new slam of Kugo’s hips, the taste of him filling your mouth, and the sounds of slapping water all felt magnified.

Whining, you bucked back into his thrusts, feeling the slow expansion of his cock inside you as Kugo grew ever closer.

His throaty laugh vibrated into your own mouth, the sound almost too loud for you to fully catch as your bones rang in your flesh with the tone He took your shock to push his tongue further, deeper into your mouth, licking at the back your tongue and molars.

It was almost too much, as oxygen became a luxury.

Except, Kugo grounded you easily, the hand on your hips and the pressure of his body above yours tethering you to reality as he fucked you in earnest.

Each slap of his body against your own ignited a new wave lust in your, slick spilling down your inner thighs and into the water. Your clit ached, helplessly ignored under the pseudo-surf. You didn’t have the mind in your to try and clamor for the lost vibrator, your mind swimming far too deep to think that far.

Instead, your ground back into Kugo all your could, your noises and moans dampened by the tongue throat-fucking you.  

He didn’t seem to mind at all.

You could feel yourself getting fuller and fuller, as impossible as it seemed. Kugo’s cock expanded as it neared climax, pressing at your walls before painting them white and sticky.

The grip on your jaw released, his tongue recoiling from your mouth as his head fell against your shoulder.

“How is this for ‘breeding’ you?” Kugo knew your asked, but asked anyway, chuckling at the way you desperately dripped for more of him.

You nodded, “Very, good. Very—”

Kugo’s pace became rougher.

His hand slipped under your, into the water to rub the meat of his palm into your clit in small, insistent circles. The nearby scrap of his claws only served to make you twitch and want more.

“P-Please, more!” You cried out, laying your head onto the tile as his thrusts got rougher, his teeth scraping and sucking at your neck, and his tongue soaking your skin—

And with a few final pressed of Kugo’s hand and you were coming undone for him in time with him absolutely filling you up.

It was filthy in the best possible way.

You sputtered out profanities as you came, Kugo’s hot seed spilling into you in thick, creamy spurts. The heat of it was almost scalding against the temperature of the bathwater.

Kugo kept a firm grip on you, despite the way how his skin had become so slick, fucking you through his long orgasm. It was something to do with his rut, but Kugo tended to spill into you not for seconds, but rather minutes.

It gave you time to come down as his fattened cock filled you.

You went pliant against the pool deck as another spurt of cum filled your core. Kugo was still in the throes of it, grunting every few moments and grinding into your insides. You weakly pressed back, shaking with your own breath.

Kugo’s hand pressed into your stomach, feeling the bulge of his own cock and cum filling you. The touch only strengthened your own sensations, the mix of it, and your full womb causing your eyes to roll back in your skull.

And then, it all slowed.

You were both still for a moment, the remnants of your movement told in the slosh of the pool and its harsh ripples.

Kugo gently turned your face to his, smoothing back some of your hair and dropping a few deliberate kisses against your cheeks, “Are you alright?”

You nodded, blissed-out and fucked out, “Very alright.”

It was all the response you could manage.

You couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed as Kugo pulled out of you, an odd rush of water and fertile nut mixing below you. The absence of the stretch of his cock left you wanting.

But, Kugo was a dutiful mate, even in this state.

He carefully lifted you in his arms, carrying you out from the breeding pool to a nearby room.

It was one of the rooms you slept in, that of a handful of others. This one had a rounded ceiling and high windows, cream-colored walls and a large, water-proofed lounging bed.

Kugo gently set you down on it, grabbing a blanket-sized towel and wrapping you in it as fully as he could.

He tended to focus on your physical needs after fucking, especially when you two had been doing it so much. You’d never complain about how there was almost always a perfectly chilled water bottle in your hand and a bottle of massage oil at the ready.

Still, you wanted him—

That was why you were there, after all.

Kugo had stepped out, undoubtedly gathering up the supplies to tend to your body as he knew you needed.

You flickered your gaze to a nearby mirror, taking in your own visage.

Clearly, you’d been through the wringer. Dark circles punched under your eyes, your skin pruned from so long in the sweet-smelling water, and a smattering of rakes from Kugo’s teeth laid across your shoulders.

You looked like hell.

...

You smiled.

Kugo walked back in a moment later, just as you were standing up, wobbling on your jellied legs.

He was quick to wash to you, pulling you up against his slick body (as his cock began to re-harden again), “Sit down, love, please. I can get you anything you need.”

“You can,” You beamed up at him, craning on your tiptoes and pulling him down by his neck. “And guess what I need?”

He rumbled out a laugh, undoubtedly knowing where your words were going based on your suddenly tender affections, “And what's that?”

“You.”

[kaepop-trash]

Going for one of those touchless car wash drive thrus and betting with johnny who can make the other cum faster 🙈

I’m hitting that area again where I hate everything I write. But my new year’s resolution was to not be stagnated by my need for perfection. So I am posting this. I hope you like it.

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"Between this ice cream and my coffee," She snorted, the melting ice cream making her gurgle. "I'm going to be so jittery by the time we get home." She lifted her head to stop any ice cream from coming out of her mouth while she spoke.

Johnny laughed, resisting the urge to turn to look at her while he took a turn at an intersection. "Why did you get both?" He questioned. There was a pause, and the slowly moving traffic gave him the opportunity to turn to look at her. Ice cream on one corner of the mouth, she stared out of the windshield with deep contemplation.

"You know." She turned to look at Johnny, "I'm not so sure." She confessed.

Johnny bit back a smile.

"I just." She clicked her tongue, "The sign outside the ice cream store said labour weekend cherry, blueberry ice cream and you know how much I love cherries." Johnny gave her a nod that made her grin.

"But then you also got the piping hot coffee from the store beside it that is now getting cold." He looked towards the untouched cup that sat beside his half finished one in the cup holder.

She stared at the cup for a second, grinding her teeth. Then she shook her head, "It's fine." She reassured with an affirmative nod, taking a spoonful of her ice cream. "I can indulge in both." She mumbled with the spoon in her mouth. “If the coffee gets a little cold, it is what it is.” She shrugged.

Johnny gave her a soft chuckle, warmth spreading in his chest from the content smile on her face.

When they stopped at another light, a touch of cold against his lips made Johnny push back with a jerk. He turned to find her sticking her ice cream spoon close to his lips.

"Have some." She offered. She stuck the spoon closer, the cold ice cream rubbing off on his lip. She bit back a smile.

He parted his lips and licked the little bit off his lip before wrapping them around the spoon. When her exhale came out sharper than either of them anticipated, he turned to lock his eyes with her, smirking against the spoon. She dragged the spoon out, his bottom lip tugging against it.

"It's nice." Johnny mumbled. “I’ll just get the car washed and we’ll go home okay?” Johnny asked when he remembered the task he had set for today.

She turned back to her cup and hummed, the sound voicing her distraction clearly. Johnny grinned to himself.

"Another spoon?" She questioned and Johnny hummed, not looking away from the road. 

"Last one though." He tilted his head towards her a little as she reached out with a spoonful of ice cream. "We have to go to that office barbecue tonight and I don't want to get too comfortable. Once this long weekend is over, it's back to the gym." He sighed, taking a bite of the ice cream and humming pleasantly.

She chuckled, "It's good right?" Johnny nodded, a grin forming on his lips. "Don't worry about exercising now.” She groaned, “I'm the only one who sees you naked anyway." She scoffed, "I hope." She added the jab.

Johnny grinned at the road, "There's also the physician who does my annual physical. Need to keep her impressed." He teased. They finally drove into the carwash after making their way through the holiday traffic.

"Why? Did your firm stop giving you healthcare?" She raised a brow. 

Johnny laughed with raw delight, his eyes turning into upturned commas. "You know I always aim to please." He turned to her and winked. 

She scoffed with disbelief, "Where was this attitude when Haechan stayed over a few weeks back and you literally wouldn't let him sleep." She clicked her tongue.

Johnny opened his mouth in shock, trying to hold back a smile. "You're the one who can't keep quiet!" He protested. “I pleased you just fine.” He reminded her, "The poor guy had to go live with Mark because of just how pleased you were. Something Mark wasn't happy about I assure you." He said the words like he was talking about the weather, with conversational ease.

She gasped loudly, "I am not loud! You knew exactly what you were doing, Johnny Suh.” Johnny laughed as if to confirm her accusations.

“I don’t know what you mean.” He shrugged, reaching for his cup.

“No?” She narrowed her eyes. “Am I not with a man who enjoys being a whore with the possibility of spectators?” 

Johnny choked on his coffee, making her laugh. She also reached out to rub his back, with a wince and a mumbled apology when he kept coughing. He gave her a look that was somewhere between humour and defeat.

“Are you okay?” She tried to swallow her giggles unsuccessfully. “You know I’m right.” She added with a softer voice.

Johnny took a deep breath after his coughs subsided, letting out a short laugh. “You’re going to kill me, (Y/N).” He smiled, resting his head against his seat. 

The car in front of theirs finally moved inside for its wash to begin.

“I can’t believe you called me a whore.” Johnny chuckled.

“I believe you’ve called me worse.” She reminded him.

Johnny shrugged, “That’s fair. And I guess I am your whore, so it’s not untrue.” He smirked.

She hummed, “Good boy.” The look he gave her made her curl her lips and her toes together.

She turned away from his sudden charged gaze, “This is going to take forever, Johnny. I want to go home and take a nap.” She whined.

“Your nap can wait.” He responded, his brows creasing when he realised something, “You woke up at noon, why do you want a nap?” He sat back in his seat and raised a brow at her.

“Do I?” She rubbed her cheeks against palm.

She shrugged, finally finishing her ice cream and reaching for her coffee. “Why not?” She made a face at the cup, the now room temperature coffee tasting borderline unpleasant. “Your office parties always go on too long and your boss always refuses to let you leave. I’m using this week to catch up on sleep so don’t question it.” She grumbled, a soft pout forming on her face. She stretched in her seat like the conversation reminded her that she was tired, yawning softly. The action illiciting affection in him.

Johnny gave her a tender stare, “We always leave any social gathering the moment your battery runs out.” He reminded her, reaching out to stroke her hair. “You even have a signal.” He smiled when she nuzzled into his touch.

Johnny hummed and nodded, “You tug on my sleeve and sit against me.” He laughed softly, remembering all the times it happened. “It’s very cute.”

She gave him a cheeky grin, “I am adorable, yes.” 

Johnny laughed. When their car finally moved towards the wash she let out a sigh of relief.

“I’m hungry.” She mumbled, reaching up to tug at his fingers and play with them mindlessly as she turned to frown at the slowly proceeding queue.

“You’re a lot of things today, it seems.” Johnny pestered.

She turned to him with another pout, “Don’t sass me.” She scolded him with a finger pointed at his chest. She let go of his hand, making him pout this time from disappointment. She sat up in her seat with new-found energy, “You know that fish we had last month? With lemon preserve I think?” Johnny nodded, remembering the anniversary dinner well, every part of it. “I’m craving it so bad!” She whined again. 

Johnny bit his lips as the spray of soap covered the car in spuds.

“I’ll make you a deal.” He whispered slowly, the low rumble of his voice making heat pool in her stomach— a conditioned response.

“What?” Her voice dropped in its volume too, turning to his indulgent smirk.

“Come here.” He spread his legs wider on the seat.

She groaned, the sound one of defeat. Sitting up, she gingerly moved across to do what he asked. “Whore.” She mumbled.

“Johnny.” She wanted her voice to sound like a warning, but the breathless hush that came out instead did everything but mediate the tension building in the car. 

It was truly hard to resist him.

Johnny hummed, “The one who cums first buys lunch alright? If you win we can get the fish. If I win, I'm craving a good burger.” She nodded, eyes fluttering shut as he ran his fingers through his hair. “We have to be fast though, princess.” A soft laugh left him as she nodded dutifully, reaching out to undo his pants. “They might ban me from getting my car washed here if we get caught and the other place ruined the car’s paint the one time I went there.” Johnny’s head fell back when she grabbed his shaft, a groan dissolving the last of his words.

“Stop talking about your car.” She huffed, “I thought you were in a hurry.” She tilted his head back with her other hand in his hair, reaching down to kiss his jaw.

“Take off your shorts.” He tugged on the band with a finger.

She smiled against his neck, “This is a competition, baby.” She cooed. “What makes you think I’m going to make this easier for you? Work with what you have, Johnny.”

“Such a wretched girl,” Johnny huffed. “Fine.” Johnny groaned, dragging his finger to the buttons of her shorts and flicking it open, “I’m perfectly capable of doing this with a hand.” It was a challenge, his eyes oozed it as he kept them focused on her eyes and put two fingers into his mouth. He licked them with precision, the other on her back pulled her closer. 

She bit down on her lip, clenching around nothing. “I would have done that for you.” She licked her lips. Johnny smiled, popping the fingers out of his mouth.

He was, without a shadow of a doubt, right about his single hand being very capable; but she wasn’t in the mood to lose. She gripped him tight and Johnny winced, bucking up from the seat. In retaliation, Johnny took the liberty of plunging two fingers deep inside her. Her legs twitched, a loud groan leaving her lips. She increased her pace immediately, the car filling with sounds that made her blush.

“Shit.” Johnny breathed out. “Look at how you’re clenching around me, (Y/N). Reminds me of the first time I fucked you with my fingers.” He hummed against her forehead. She mewled at the memory, clenching tighter around his fingers. “I was already whipped for you then.” He sighed when she rubbed circles on his tip.

“Fuck.” She breathed out, his words seemingly more effective than his masterful fingers. She did remember that time, almost too well. The memory of the humid car and the tropical heat making her hips buck. Johnny let out a victorious chuckle.

She bit down on his ear, making him twitch in her hand as she expected. “Come one, Johnny.” She urged with a delicate whisper, “Don’t hold back.” She winced when he curled his fingers inside her as punishment for her coaxing. She kept up her persistence anyway, “You’re the one who loves this don’t you? Knowing someone can catch us like this any moment.” She poked her tongue out, leaving a kitten lick on the shell of his ear. Johnny groaned in response, the sound vibrating in her chest and making her certain that she would either lose the bet or go insane trying to win.

“Yes.” Johnny confessed. She shivered at the ease he did it with.

“What is it about it?” She questioned. The car moved forward to get washed down— the last step of the process. The sudden jerk forward made her chest slam into his. His fingers pushed further in at the jerk, making her moan loudly.

She took a deep breath, “Do you want people to watch? Want them to see what you do to me?” She hummed, the words forced through her teeth.

Johnny put his head against the seat, a sigh leaving his lips. Moment’s later she felt his release coat her fingers, looking down with a victorious smile.

“If you cum now, I’ll let you fuck me tonight."

"Shit." Johnny groaned at her words.

"Surely make a party with finance people more fun, huh?” She giggled. She was pumping him so fast now that his own fingers faltered inside her, something she would have complained about if she wasn’t so focused on winning the bet this time.

“That was cheating.” He groaned, she looked back up at his devastatingly handsome face, laced in the aftermath of her work. He took shallow breaths, lips parted and one eye looking at her.

“That was negotiating.” She leaned forward to peck his lips, pulling back to take in the fucked out look on his face. He pulled his fingers out with a wet pop, a soft mewl leaving her lips from the sudden emptiness.

“You don’t deserve to cum for being conniving.” He was still panting, pulling her closer to kiss her. She whined against his lips at the punishment, smacking his chest when she pushed back. “We’re also out of time.” He whispered against her lips. On cue the loud buzz sounded, signalling the end of the wash.

“Fine.” She sighed, pulling off his body and sitting back on the passenger’s seat. She turned to look at him, making sure his eyes were on her, then she licked her fingers clean of his release with lazy precision.

“Fuck.” The word stuttered out of his lips as he tucked himself back into his jeans.

“I told you I was hungry.” She hummed against her fingers.

“You’re making it real tough to think about lunch when you do that.” He mumbled.

“Good.” She gave him an innocent smile, “Let’s go, we’re done.” She pointed at the now visible street at the end of the wash. “I earned that fish.”

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