#[truth! last kiss on the tip of your lips: musings]

[glitteringsunshine]

Pairing :

Leroy Jethro Gibbs X Reader

( crossover with Madam Secretary)

JETHRO’S  POV:

“Good Morning love” I say caressing Y/N’s hair as she lay against my chest.

“ Good morning Darling.” She says grinding against my hardness , gently stroking it .

We kiss as she runs her fingers through my hair.

“ Sweetheart” she says “ we are gonna be late for work.”

“ Well I can be a bit late”, I say  getting on top of her, rubbing her clit pushing in my fingers inside her pussy. As she got right at the brink at the edge, I pulled my fingers away ,getting up.

“ gonna be late for work” I smirked.

“ Leroy Jethro Gibbs , you get your cute butt over here right now  and fuck me” Y/N fumed.

“ Aren’t  you gonna be late for work ?” I grinned

“ Jethro” she groaned. “ Oh Fuck I can be late one day”.

“ Good” I said going down on her and eating her out. I flicked my tongue up and down, lapping up  her juices. I sucked on her clit and thrust my tongue in her. “ Ohh fuck. Ohh fuck” she moaned “ Jethro fuck. Yeah on yes. Jethro Oh Jethro” she screamed as she came.

“ Yummy . Such a lovely breakfast” I said as  she pulled me up to kiss me. I lined my dick along her pussy , rubbing my tip along her clit. Then rubbing my cock along her pussy a few times I entered her. She pulled me close, wrapping my legs around my waist. I took off her hoodie, well technically mine and nibbled her nipples. This made her clench around my cock as she arched her hips towards me. We both were close. I took her mouth in mine , grabbing her hips and thrusting deep. She came and I followed her. We held each other as we panted against one another.

“ This is a really good morning “ I grinned kissing her forehead.

“ Yep” she giggled as we claimed each other’s  lips.

….

 

Late in the afternoon I saw Y/N walking towards the bullpen.

“ What brings you here love? Miss my cute butt?” I smirked.

“ Jethro” she tried to glare at me, but ended up turning red. “ No silly.” She giggled .” State wants update on the positions of your Navy ships , and the signal intelligence that you have gathered.” “ Though you do have a cute butt.” She chuckled.

“Actually Blake, Jay  and Nadine is also here. This is top priority for state . You know keeping the Indian Ocean and the South China sea safe.”

…..

“Reader’s  POV:

“ So what do you think is up with boss?”Tony said

“ what?” I asked.

“ He is not grumpy. He is smiling, laughing.  I think there’s  a woman .” Tony mused.

“ Yeah boss is so cheerful.  He is being pretty tolerant to Tony’s  nonsense too.” McGee said.

“ You mean less forceful headsmacks?” I chuckled.

“ Less frequent too.” Ziva observed.

“ Maybe it’s the new coffee ?” Palmer mused.

“ Well it still sucks “ I said sipping the bland NCIS coffee.

“ Yeah that’s true” Nick  nodded.

“ Maybe it’s the fresh coat of orange paint on the walls” Kate reflected.

“ Can’t be.” Ellie said .” It’s more tackie”.

“ He looks smitten” Jessica commented. “ Maybe it’s a woman only”

“ He looks like a man in love.” Ducky observed.

“ I tell you it’s a woman” Tony nodded. “  Did you see the hickey peaking out from under his collar.”

Shit ,I am responsible for that hickey. Last night in the throes of passion ,I was pretty wild. There’s  more than one hickey. Good thing they don’t know that.  Atleast mine are hidden by my turtleneck.

“ Well he is really sexy. So hot. Anyone , I mean any woman will love to be with him.” Blake sighed. “ He can get laid anytime he wants.”

I smacked Blake. Well serves him right. Keep your eyes off my Gibbsy.

“ Ouch” he said. “ What was that for?”

Truth was I was jealous when Blake called Gibbs hot and Sexy. I mean I know about how Blake has got a man crush on him . Well Gibbs is hot and sexy , but only I got to call him that.

“ For being stupid. He won’t be smitten with any woman.”

“ So what kind of woman would Gibbs be smitten with. Come on Y/N you read people . Analyse him.”

“ What and get myself smacked in the head.”  I joked. “ Probably someone who likes the smell of coffee and sawdust “ I chuckled , knowing fully well how I like that smell on Gibbs.

“ Come on . Let the man be in love without us butting our heads” Nadine said.

“ Now while you are gossiping , I need to get this file signed by him.” “ Maybe I will ask him who’s  the woman?” I laughed.

I walked into the Director’s  office. Since the director is in a NATO summit , Gibbs is filling in on him.

“ You know you have become the talk of the town” I laughed. “ They think you are so cheerful cause you are in love.”

“ I am in love. I love you Darling.” He said pulling me into his lap.

“ Jethro Rule 12?”

“ Well you work for the State Department so we are okay” he chuckled and kissed me.

“ So it’s okay to make out in the office , I guess” I said   laughing.

“ Yep love” he said as he nuzzled at my neck.

“ So be ready around 7 for our Date” he said. “ We are going to the nice little Chinese place that you love so much.

“ Okay. You will go out first , then I will follow. I will walk around a bit before you pick me up. There are trained investigators who are observing you. We don’t want to get caught do we?” I giggled adjusting his collar. “ Ohh hide that Hickey. Tony already noticed it.”

“ I think I like that Hickey on me” he smirked.

….

 

“Y/N “Nadine  said. “ We are all going to grab dinner? You coming.”

“ Nope , got plans tonight “. I said.

“You have applied your favourite wine lipstick, the smoky eyes, you are going for a date aren’t you?”

“ Yep”

“ From your makeup , I figure you are getting laid tonight.”

“ Yep.” I blushed

“ So who’s  the mystery guy” Blake asked huddling closer with Nadine so others can’t hear.”

“ Mystery Guy” I chuckled.

“ Don’t forget to use a condom”

“ Nadine!”

“ What just make sure that the Dick inside you is shielded. Just tell him to wrap his willy” she laughed.

“ Maybe you could lose the turtleneck, wear something plunging. I have a spare blouse in my bag”.

“ Can’t Nadine, gonna have to wear the turtleneck “.

“ Why? You mean there are hickies?”

“ I mean this Dick rocks my world  and last night he kinda left evidence of it here” I say  rubbing my neck and collarbone.

I saw Gibbs  walking down the stairs. He looked at me and winked in a way no one else notices. I softly smiled ,  biting my lips before I start grinning like an idiot.

“ Hey Boss , wanna grab Dinner”.  Tony asked.

“ Got plans DiNozzo”

“ Wait Jethro, is that a dress shirt that you are wearing? What’s  with a tie?” Ducky asked.

“ Boss ? Is that Cologne ,I am smelling?” Tony asked amused.

Gibbs smirked and made his way to the elevator.

“ I told you it’s a woman” Tony said.

“ Ok guys , while you are speculating on a guy’s love life, I actually got my end of the paperwork done, so off I go, enjoying my love life” I giggled making my way out of the bullpen.”

…

“ I can’t believe you ordered Wine Jethro. I mean you are a total Bourbon and Scotch guy.”

“ Well the wine is for special occasions” he smirked.

“ So what’s the special occasion ?”  I asked.

“ You winning the national book critics Circle award”.

“ It’s just an award.”

“ Well I am proud of you love” he said. “ I want to pamper you”.

He pulled me close and taking my hands into his , he gently bushed his lips against my fingers.

“ Btw what’s up with the Cologne.”

“ It’s for you love”.

“  Well I like it. But I do like sawdust and coffee more” I blushed. “ It’s kind of hot”.

He leaned in , taking my lips into his shoving his tongue inside me.

“ Boss, Y/ N” I heard Tony.

“ Guys” I said embarrassed .

“ So you are with Gibbs?”  McGee asked surprised.

“ You two are playing tonsil tennis so that means ..”Tony trailed off.

“ That means you are Gibbs’ s woman.” McGee concluded.

“ Yep, guys meet the love of my life” Gibbs said holding me close. “ I Love you Y/N.”

“ Ahh I love you so much” I whispered.

“ Wait that means … he is the Dick that rocks your world”

“ Blake” I warned feeling embarrassed.

“ Wow it’s  great .You two are in love.” Abby said excitedly.

“ We had no idea. Right under our noses”Ziva chirped.

“ Well I totally missed the signs. Thinking of it why are you wearing a turtleneck in this weather Y/N.” Kate asked

“ Guys I think we should let the lovers go on with their date. You hold on to her Jethro” Ducky said.

“ I plant to. Forever” Jethro said kissing me on my cheek.

[seokmthw]

crazy for your chemicals | seok matthew

⇢ pairing: matthew x afab reader

⇢ warnings: smut, brat tamer!matthew (slightly soft dom), brat!reader, oral (female recieving), spanking, slight manhandling, orgasm denial, i think that's it lol

⇢ word count: 1.4k

⇢ note: listen, i think matthew and jacob from the boyz (who both happen to be my bias from each group) are extremely similar and i think that they would both be completely different if you somehow managed to piss them off, and so that thought is what inspired this. it might also be slightly self-indulgent, but that's besides the point. to the anon who requested i write matthew smut, here you go, and i hope you enjoy!

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matthew was always the sweet, loving boyfriend he showed when you were around your friends and family. he always had a sweet voice, pure intentions, and was loving beyond belief. he rarely lost his temper, let alone lost it with you, and it took a lot to even push him to that point, which is exactly why you currently had your lips on his best friend’s, the crowd of drunken truth or dare players surrounding you cheering loudly. 

you wanted so desperately to see what his anger was like, and see whether or not he would actually take it out on you behind closed doors. you pulled away from hanbin, a smirk adorning your face as you did so. all the boy in front of you did was giggle, his face flushed and hair messy from the alcohol coursing through his veins. 

you glanced over at your boyfriend, taking note of the way his eyes darkened and the bright smile he was flashing was now turned into a scowl, brows furrowed in frustration. this was it, you thought, you finally pushed him past his barrier of sanity. the game continued for a few more rounds before he rose to his feet and headed toward the bathroom, subtly motioning for you to follow him. 

you followed suit a few minutes later, padding down the hallway and eventually feeling his fingers curl around your wrist, his usual gentle nature completely abandoned by how tight it automatically was. he didn’t say a word, instead dragging you down the hallway toward his bedroom. you were completely unsure of what he planned to do, which excited you more than you would like to admit, and you could already feel your arousal pooling in between your legs at the thought.

the musing pulsing from the living room gently vibrated the floors beneath your feet and drowned out any of the angry grumbles he made along the way. finally, he shoved his bedroom door open, roughly pulling you in with him and slamming your body against the back of the door, his hand twisting the lock almost immediately. you gulped, eventually meeting your eyes with his burning gaze. you felt so small with him looking at you like this, and you momentarily regretted even starting this to begin with. 

his hands found their place on your waist, fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to surely leave bruises in the morning. without saying a word, he leaned forward, catching your lips in a feverish, hot kiss, his mouth molding perfectly with yours. you snaked your arms around your neck, a quiet moan falling from your lips the moment he began trailing one of his hands beneath your shirt and over one of your breasts, rolling one of your nipples in between the tips of his fingers. 

his lips began trailing down your neck, sucking so harshly he knew he would leave a deep, purple mark on your skin. you groaned, arching into him, but only for him to pull away, his pupils blown out wide, and growling, “do you really think kissing hanbin was a good idea?”

“it was just a dare,” you feigned innocence, batting your eyelashes at him. you knew you were pushing just the right buttons as you added, “i never back down from them when we play, you know that.”

“you’re such a fucking brat,” he hissed, “last time i checked, you were mine,” his other hand found your clothed core,, rubbing harshly, “and only mine.”

you whined out the moment he pulled away from you, his eyes hungrily looking your body up and down as he tugged your shirt over your head. his own followed, tossed carelessly aside into a pile next to the door, before he lifted you up and took you over to the bed positioned near the center of the room. 

he laid your body down onto the mattress, his lips finding your neck once again. your breathing was ragged as he worked on the most sensitive spots; just below your ear, under your jaw, at the nape of your neck. bruises were littered across the entirety of your throat and chest, stinging from the harsh bites and sucks that your skin had succumbed. letting him have his way with you like this did things to you more than you would like to admit

he left a trail of wet kisses down your chest and to the waistband of your leggings, his fingers hooking beneath the fabric of both your pants and your underwear and pulling them down off of your legs. he peppered small pecks along the insides of your thighs, purposely avoiding where you wanted him to be the most. you whined, trying like hell to get some sort of friction, but he hooked one of his arms around your leg, forcing them to stay apart. 

“brats shouldn’t get rewarded, you know,” he mused, his voice thick and eyes meeting with yours, “but i’m not one to make you entirely suffer, so you should consider yourself lucky.”

with that, he dipped his head down, licking a delicious stripe up your slit. your breath hitched in your throat at the sensation, feeling your back arch up off of the mattress. you felt your legs begin to twitch the moment he hummed against your clit, lips just barely grazing it as he stated, “you’re already soaked, and all for me, right? not because of hanbin?”

“n-not because of him,” you breathily answered, “only you.”

matthew continued his assault on your clit, groaning the moment your hands threaded through his hair and tugged at the roots. your orgasm was almost there, so close you could almost taste it, but the moment you uttered those words to your boyfriend, he was pulling away from you, completely ruining any chance you had of being pushed over the edge. 

you whined out, begging for him to continue, but matthew simply chuckled at your response. instead of giving in to you this time, he began to unbuckle his belt, his hooded eyes watching your face intently, your cheeks flushing peek from both embarrassment and frustration. he smirked, sliding his pants and boxers down, his painfully hard cock springing free from its restraints. 

you swallowed harshly at the sight of him, but before you could plead him for anything else, he commanded, “get on your hands and knees, now.”

you did as you were told, rolling over onto your stomach before propping yourself up as he asked. you waited, although you wouldn’t consider it to have been patient waiting, to feel his hands grip your hips, but it didn’t come. instead, a harsh smack was left on the sensitive skin of your ass, causing a surprised yelp to slip past your lips. 

“you know what you did wrong, right baby?” he questioned, his typical sweet voice replaced with something completely different than what you were used to hearing.

deciding you wanted to see how far you could push him, you smiled slyly, answering his question with mock innocence, “no, sir.”

another harsh slap landed on your ass, and this time, you had to bite your lip to keep yourself from moaning and letting him know you were enjoying yourself. matthew offered a dry laugh, “you sure about that?”

“positive.”

“last time i checked,” you felt a final hit on the angry red patch of your skin, “kissing one of my best friends is considered to be wrong, even if it’s just a game.”

his calloused fingers yanked your hips backwards roughly, pressing the tip of his cock teasingly against your entrance. you attempted to push back on him, and this time, he let you, bottoming out inside of you with a loud groan. he filled you up perfectly, stretching you out just the right amount, but before you could fully adjust to him, he was pulling back and snapping his hips into yours with a force you’d never experienced from him. 

his pace was quick and relentless, and before you could bury your face in the sheets below you to muffle your whimpers, he was tangling one of his hands in your hair, yanking you up, his voice raspy as he spat, “what, are you too shy to let him hear you? you were so adamant on kissing him, surely you wouldn’t mind this, hm?”

nothing but an incoherent string of words came from you, and matthew simply scoffed, “already fucked you dumb, have i?” he reached down with his other hand between your legs, beginning to rub your clit in circles harshly. you felt a shiver run down your spine at his next words.

“buckle up, love, you’re in for a long night.”

[arabaka]

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ (AGED UP) denji x fem! reader. content warnings: 18+ !!! reader is older than denji (not specified). m!receiving oral. surprise ejaculation! he cums on your face. word count: 1.3k

*dies* idk if i like this but ty anon for encouraging me <3 ily. but i can say with certainty... i will definitely explore this more >___>

[ denji: are you awake? ]

you should ignore it. you should go back to sleep. it’s 3 in the morning, 3:06 to be exact. you don’t have to entertain him. yet, despite the lack of obligation there’s a need brewing in the pit of your stomach, your thighs rubbing together in anticipation for what a simple text could lead to. it’s too much to ignore. your heart running a million miles an hour in excitement, you start to type out a reply but he beats you to it.

[ denji: can i come over? ]

you type out a yes with jittery fingers and start to count down the minutes before he gets there. you know it won’t be long; he’s quick when it comes to getting what he wants. 

there isn’t a knock at the door to announce his presence. it all feels like it’s under wraps and that’s because it is. you don’t have anyone but neighbors to worry about but you still have him text you when he’s outside. he’s slipped away from his own housing accommodations, never in the mood to explain where he’s going and for what. you don’t exactly need anyone poking their noses where it doesn’t belong and you definitely don’t want to explain what you and denji, a man your junior, get up to in the late night.  

it always starts the way it first began. he slides through your front door and you pin him to it, closing it with the force of your bodies pressing together as you kiss. the first kiss is always ravenous, like it’s been ages since you’ve felt each other's lips last but that couldn’t be farther from the truth. ever since your first hook up, you two just can’t seem to keep your hands off each other. but when you touch, it’s without labels. you weren’t looking for anything serious and he couldn’t complain, not when you so willingly offered up your body for the same sublime release he craved. you grip the center of his shirt, as if he’d disappear otherwise and he always drums his fingers on your waist before sinking his nails in. you squeak and he takes advantage of your parted lips, forcing his tongue in until you cave, leaning into the deep kiss with the same ferocity. 

you could move to the bedroom but you seldom do, at least for the first round. you drag his bottom lip between your teeth as you start to lower to your knees, releasing with a pop and followed by a groan from denji. his hands freeze up, they always do as his breath stalls in his lungs, his chest tightening when he sees you start to hastily peel his bottoms. his cock springs forth, twitching in the cool breeze of your AC. he manages to clench a fist around his shaft, exhales heavy as he taps the fattened tip against your cheek. you allow this. you love the domineering flame you see in his narrowed eyes, the way he licks his lips in lewd hunger. it makes your core tremble, your heart race. it makes you feel… powerful. “so cute.” he muses, tension practically melting off his body when he’s in your care.

your lips purse around his cockhead, parting to take him in wholly with your tongue licking a stripe down the underside of his shaft. you maintain eye contact, stomach flipping when you see his nostrils flare and his lips press tight together in a futile attempt at keeping quiet. he can only be restrained for so long however, especially when you’ve taken him in all the way to the base, the tip of your nose squishing against his pelvis. he can’t look away, not when the view of you taking him all in looks that good. it’s all still new to him but he burns it to memory each time, never knowing really when will it be your last rendezvous. 

you savor his taste as you draw back, swirling your tongue around the tip of his cock just to see him squirm. you press kisses around his shaft, each time giving his cock a little suck to tease him. you slather his member with saliva, making sure to run your lines of spit to his balls, taking each in your mouth one at a time as you start to jerk him off. globs of your own saliva are streaking down your lips now. he juts his hips out in tandem with your strokes, hungry for more. hungry for your mouth again. 

denji tangles his hand in your hair, gripping tight and pulling you off before he repositions himself, pressing his cock into your mouth once more and groaning at your warmth. your lips form a tight ring around his girth and he moans again, beyond satisfied when you start to slide up and down his cock with relish. “you feel so good. so good.” is his stumbling mantra as he watches you take him all in, feels your throat opening up to make space for him. all for him. it’s mind boggling really, why you let him do this to you but if only he could see your perspective, how his mouth hangs slightly ajar in raw pleasure and how his eyes glaze over with untempered lust, he might be able to understand. 

and if you could see what he does, you might be able to wrap your head around how addicting you are to him. he can’t get enough of your warm touch, how one hand continues to roll his foreskin down the base, just the way he likes, while the other fondles his balls; it’s all so overwhelming. you draw zigzags with your tongue on his length, slurping loudly, the walls of your mouth vibrating as you moan around him. he trembles under the waves and you can feel his member pulsing, hell– you can taste the pre-cum welling up at the head, sucking down hard as you quicken your pace. as you grip him tighter, you can feel your hair tangling in his fingers at the root. you can hear him huffing, his hips stuttering into your mouth and he’s holding onto you like he’ll keel over otherwise. you hum, looking up at him to gauge his reaction to the tone resonating around his cock. he’s flushed in the face, lips quivering as he falls apart in your hands. but he wants to touch you as well, he just needs to feel the plush squish of your breast in his palms. maybe he can make it.

to your surprise, he recoils, his cock bumping your teeth on the way out as he starts to stroke himself, ridding your hand in the process. you aren’t sure where he’s going with any of this but you get an idea when he leans forward, back curving as his other hand makes a break for your tit. he only manages to get one squeeze in the awkward position before he feels his cock spasm, the pressure unwinding faster than he can prepare for it. “f-fuck!” denji grunts, eyes scrunching up tight as strings of his cum end up coating your face, landing in your hair and clumping the strands together. he makes a mess of you, it’s a wonder how he can cum so much still when he pumps himself to you on the daily. 

“denji.” his name in your tongue has his eyes opening wide. when he looks at you, you’re glowering, eyebrows knitted in annoyance as you start to wipe globs of his cum off your face. “don’t you know to give a heads up?” he starts to prattle on with a series of apologies, teeth practically clattering together but there really is no excuse for what he’s done. “oh well. looks like i still have some things to teach you.”

he gulps. not in fear but in anticipation. that glint in your eyes tells him one thing and one thing only– you won’t be letting him off the hook for that one.

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[nightghoul381]

Finally had time to write!! Here is my first entry in @aquagirl1978 's A Series of Firsts event! Thank you @judejazza for the idea of writing Ranmaru and @candied-boys for helping come up with the story idea!

Coincidences

Ranmaru Mori x Reader Prompt: First Kiss Genre: Fluff WC: 1.1k CW: None

“Oh, hi Ranmaru! I didn’t realize you were going to be here too! We just keep running into each other lately,” You laugh, noticing the way he flips around in surprise.

“Aah! I’m so glad to see you! I think today is going to be the very best day ever now!” Ranmaru squealed, bounding over to you, and grabbing your hands, flashing his brilliant luminescent smile at you, and making your heart start to pound.

You tried to control your emotions, to control your thoughts, but the giddiness you feel when you’re around him, the nervous excitement, always seems to crash over you whenever he turns his soft gray eyes on you. It may just be wishful thinking, but there’s so much tenderness and affection in his gaze that you almost wonder, almost allow yourself to hope, that perhaps he may feel the same way about you.

Don’t be ridiculous! You tell yourself, squeezing your eyes shut and forcing a smile to your own face.

“Well, should we get started? Lord Nobunaga is expecting it to be finished today after all,” you say with a strained jovial tone. You slip your hands free of Ranmaru’s grasp and turn to start organizing the shelves packed full of parchment and ink.

You thought you heard a faint grumble, but tired to ignore it. It seems like more and more recently you’ve been assigned to tasks with Ranmaru. Last week Mitsunari had asked for you to run to a nearby café to assist with a delivery that needed to be sorted and Ranmaru had shown up mere moments after you stating that Hideyoshi had sent him to do the same task. And the same scenario repeated several more times. It seems as if some force in the universe was just begging for your heart to explode.

Each time you were together, you found it harder and harder to keep your feelings in check. Ranmaru was so sweet and excited and kind and he’s so eager to make you smile that you’ve found him showing up in your dreams, sweeping you off your feet and making you the happiest person on the planet.

“Oh no! Watch out!” Ranmaru yelled, snapping you out of your musing. You twist your shoulders toward the sound of his voice to see a large pot of ink tipping from the top of one of the shelves. In the moment it takes for you to register what is happening, the heavy container has started hurtling toward you and your eyes grow wide. Just as you brace for the inevitable impact, you feel your body pushed backward, followed by a thunk and a groan of pain.

Ranmaru lay splayed on the floor, his dusty pink hair and most of his outfit are now dripping with the deep charcoal color of the ink. Scrambling to your knees you crawl over to him.

“Oh jeez! Ranmaru are you okay?” You squeak, placing your hands on his cheeks and tilting his head.

“It really hurts,” he admits, lower lip protruding in a pout and his grey eyes glassy with unshed tears.

“Ah! I’m so sorry! This I all my fault, I should have been paying attention, not focusing on my thoughts,” You apologize, helping him to his feet, wincing at the amount of ink that still dripped down his back and at the way he held his shoulder tenderly. Ranmaru took a clean part of his sleeve and wiped the tears from his eyes and then murmured.

“What were you thinking about? It must have been something important for you to be so focused on it.”

You felt your face flush, cheeks tuning a bright red as you tried to think of something to tell him other than the truth. There’s no way you were telling him that he was the one holding your attention. Your eyes dart around the room as you stumble over your words.

“I...uh, it was… it was nothing really…just caught in my own head?” you mumble, trying to keep your attention anywhere but on the man before you. Unfortunately, your eyes fall on his beautiful face that’s scrunched in a surprisingly sultry, knowing grin.

“Were you thinking about how strange it’s been that we’ve been put on assignments together so much recently? Or were you maybe thinking about how you’ve almost started to look forward to our meetings as much as I have?”

Your breath catches in your throat as Ranmaru steps forward, his face pulling in so close you could swear you could smell the peach he’d likely enjoyed with his lunch.

“Can I tell you a biiig secret? Like the biggest secret I’ve ever had, ever?” he whispers, his words far more innocent than his intonation. You nod ever so slightly, your heart pounding out of your chest and your senses becoming overwhelmed with him. Your face feels so hot as you look into his beautiful eyes.

“I really, really like you.”

You inhale sharply, his face leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek. Your mind seems to throw rationality out the window, your arms flying around his neck as you pull him toward you again. His lips are soft, shockingly smooth and velvety as they meet yours. It’s like some barrier is shattered, your mouths working greedily against each other’s.

His tongue prodded at your mouth, slipping between your lips with seemingly practiced ease, filling your mouth with a burst of peach flavor. He twined his tongue around yours, exploring your mouth with such reckless excitement, you couldn’t help but moan into it.

His hands moved, one on your waist and one on the back of your head, deepening the kiss and you happily went along with his movements. Soon you were lost in each other’s taste, not noticing the eyes peering in at you from behind the door.

“I told you, simply put the two of them together enough times and one of them was sure to make a move,” Mitsuhide chuckled softly, sliding away from the door and turning to face the other warlords.

“I… I hate to admit, but you were right, Mitsuhide.” Hideyoshi’s resigned sigh moving to join his sly counterpart.

“I will admit, Mitsunari, placing the ink pot so close to the edge of the shelf was a very good move as well,” Masamune admitted, clapping the other man on the back before heading off down the hall and back toward the courtyard.

Mitsunari, rubbed his neck and followed behind, “Oh, right… I most certainly meant for that to happen…”

The warlords finally departed, satisfied that their scheme had worked out precisely as they had intended and pleased knowing that they would no longer have to deal with the two of them tiptoeing around each other while being blatantly obvious about how they felt about the other.

[the-ninja-legacy-whip]

hey! this is chance & here’s week 3’s prompt. share an excerpt that you’re very proud of from any of your wips.

(I'm a little late to the party but shhhh—) (maybe this will help me actually finish the wip—)

@gloomiermood-so tagging u since I know you really enjoyed the mermaid!au before :3

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Cole’s life is hilariously ironic.

He knows down to his very soul that he's a man of the earth through and through. He loves the feel of a cliff against his palms while climbing mountains, the crunch of dirt beneath him as he hikes along a trail, and even finds himself enthralled whenever there’s a quake rippling through the ground. Regardless, it’s easy for him to understand why his mother had been so drawn to it all as well.

And yet, he was still inexplicably drawn to the sea.

He uses the excuse that the sea is his muse: he does his best thinking here, gets inspired for new setlists for his nightclub DJ gigs, finds a renewed motivation to draw whenever he gazes into the mysteries of the waves…but, while all of that is true, he knows the real truth.

Normally, he’d put his headphones on while he draws, to really zen out while getting lost in his sea of creativity. But lately…there’s a certain subject of the sea that he can’t help but have his eye on.

...and also an ear.

Cole's gaze falls shut, letting his hearing become the dominant sense. It takes a few minutes, but Cole catches it—mellifluous notes born from a voice of velvet, copying the ocean waves as they both crash against the shoreline. Though no words are formed within the melody, there's still a...beckoning sort of quality to it, one that has pulled Cole's attention since the very first time he'd been privy to it.

And with a song that magical, it could only be conjured up by a creature both musician and magician in equal parts.

Hoisting his bag closer to his body, Cole moves stealthily down to the rocks beneath the pier, down to a secret spot he's been visiting frequently for the last few days.

From this vantage point, he can see—the mermaid that sings the song of sirens.

In a rather cliché fashion—if Cole does think so himself—the lithe merman lies himself upon his favorite rock at the crack of noon, basking in the unmarred rays of the sun. The scattering light makes the pink scales of his tail glitter like the stars of a late evening sky. The tip of his translucent tail-fin traces absent circles in the water, in time with the beat of the ethereal notes tumbling from his lips. The song floats along the sea breeze, capable of fishing in boats just as boats fish in...well, fish.

A lesser human, certainly, would fall victim to those dulcet tones in a heartbeat. Cole would claim he is not a lesser man, but…not even he is immune to the charm.

Still, the merman seems to only sing for his own pleasure and amusement; the notes aren’t loud nor intense enough to truly drag a sailor into the depths. No, Cole can tell—the creature’s only singing for the joy of it…and when fueled by the pure act of creation, that’s when the most memorable art is made.

Perched upon his own rock, though one bathed in cool shadows as opposed to the welcoming sun, Cole sketches the scene before him–the latest in his growing batch of mermaid illustrations. He's a bit upset that he can’t capture the song itself in strokes of charcoal, but he does his best to put the rest of the mer’s striking features to paper—the silly swoop of his pink-tipped burgundy hair, each fishy prong of his extra little fins, the delicate droplets that cascade down the expanse of his back, the way the scales of his tail fade into smooth sun-kissed skin, and those iridescent fuchsia eyes…

For lack of an actual name, Cole decides to nickname this mystery mer Fuchsia.

Cole never makes a move to draw the mer’s attention, nor ever get any closer. The days when he catches even a glimpse of Fuchsia are rare—as the merman is a rather jumpy one, and flees at the first sign of potential trouble—but the potency of his music keeps the pencil gliding across Cole’s page anyway. Even without his so-called muse sitting directly before him, Fuchsia still manages to inspire Cole.

The thought makes a certain warmth bloom in Cole’s chest, but he crumples it into a ball and stamps it down. Alluring, mystifying, and pretty though the mer may be, there’s no way he’d want anything to do with Cole, especially if the siren song isn’t being used to lure anyone in. Fuchsia's got his own world to live in, just as Cole has his.

Yet...a certain amount of longing remains present in the notes. For what reasons, however, Cole can't place.

It's simply a feeling that resonates in his heart...and, if Cole could, is a tune he'd like to resonate back.

A boat honks in the distance, cutting Fuchsia's song short. He flails in a startled panic and immediately dives—well, tumbles—back in the water with a resounding splash, while Cole sighs with disappointment. But, he's still faintly amused at how skittish his little mermaid muse is. It’s endearing.

Cole lingers, waiting for the boat to pass and waiting to see if Fuchsia will return for an encore. But Fuchsia appears to have had his fill of singing for the day, and Cole catches no glint of shimmering scales beneath the waters.

That’s fine, though. Cole’s seen and heard plenty enough today to work with…and daydream about.

...and besides, he likes to think he’s very good at keeping a seaborn secret.

[wildbornsiren]

Delicate || Robert “Bob” Floyd/Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw (part 1)

Delicate. (never seen that shade of blue) Summary: It's a love story, but neither of them know it yet. 923 words. Part 1/4  Robert "Bob" Floyd/Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw (FloydShaw) Warnings: Kissing. Pining. Notes: Hey @lorecraft​ this one's for you. Thank you so much to @imjess-themess​ for looking this over. Many many thanks to @therebeccaw​ for the header. Likes are appreciated, comments and reblogs feed the muses. Thank you so much for reading. It's so appreciated and means the most. ***Tag list is no more. Please follow and turn on notifications for @wbslibrary​ ***

“Truth or dare?” Jake asked. He had taken over the couch once Natasha had gotten up to get more drinks. “For Bradshaw.” He points at the man who rolls his eyes. “Truth.” Bradley says. “Coward.” “Are we playing or not?” Bradley asks.

“What’s your most memorable kiss?” Jake scratches at his stomach, lifting his legs when Mickey drops onto the other end of the couch. “I don’t really have one.” Bradley says, thinking about it for a while. “It’s just something that happens. I mean they’re nice and all, but none really stick out for me.” “That’s disappointing.” Bob says. He’s sprawled out on the floor on his stomach, book in hand. “Just means you haven’t been kissed properly.” “He hasn’t.” Natasha hands Jake a fresh beer and passing one to Bradley. “I’ve seen most of his kisses. They’re not that great.” “Alright then, truth or dare.” Bradley points at Natasha who simply smiles. “Since you’ve got so many opinions on my kissing history you’re playing now too.” “Truth.” “Did you take the other bartender from the Hard Deck home last night?” “Sure did.” Natasha grins again. “We had a lovely night, and I took her to breakfast this morning before I took her home.” She takes a drink of her beer, “I plan on seeing her again tonight.” “Nice,” Bob says, stretching to bump his fist against Natasha’s. “Be safe.” “Always am. Truth or dare Bob?” “I’m reading.” Bob holds up his book. “You have an opinion on my dating life; therefore, you’re playing too.” “Dare.” Bob says, setting his book aside and sitting up. “I dare you to give Bradley a kiss.” Natasha said. “Give the man his first good kiss.” Bradley swears he can hear time stop. He looks toward Natasha who is simply curled up on the floor, sitting against the couch. He had told her in complete confidence of his crush on the quiet WSO. She had promised never to bring it up. He should have known better. There’s no animosity in her face, mouth in a gentle smile, and she tips her head toward Bob who had gotten to his feet. “You alright with this?” Blue eyes meet his, Bob’s hand extended to him. “It’s just a game.” Bradley says, taking the hand. There’s a surprising amount of strength in the grip and Bob pulls him to his feet. He heads for the door, not wanting to experience humiliation in front of everyone else. “No, where we can see.” Jake cuts through his brain fog. “This isn’t seven minutes in heaven, Bradshaw.” “What? Hoping to take notes to level up your own game?” Bob drawls. “Just want to make sure that it happens, and you don’t chicken out, Bobby boy.” Bob groans, glasses moving out of the way as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “I hate him sometimes.” He turns to Bradley. “Last chance to stop this.” Bradley blinks, unable to think of anything other than the way Bob’s mouth moves when he speaks. He swallows twice and shakes his head. “He won’t ever let us live this down.” Bradley hopes that Bob can’t hear his heart pounding in his chest, or the way he can’t take his eyes off the corner of Bob’s lips when he grins crookedly. “You’re not wrong.” Bob says. Bradley blinks, in an instant his back is against the wall. Bob has him pinned, one hand on the wall, the other on Bradley’s throat. Bradley barely manages to control the moan, feeling Bob’s fingers flex gently on his neck. He's off balance, Bob’s knee between his legs, a slim thigh pressing even closer. All thought abandons him when Bob’s fingers trail along his skin, tipping his chin up. He’s drowning in the brilliant blue of the sky, the ocean—it’s bluer than that and so warm. A calloused thumb brushes his cheekbone, and Bradley’s traitorous lips part with a needy sound. “I’ve got you.” Those three words, so softly spoken, ghost against his skin. Lips brush against Bradley’s lightly. He feels dizzy, knowing there’s a splash of red on his face, nerves igniting when Bob’s mouth eases over his. That warm, gentle hand slides into his hair, nimble fingers tugging at Bradley’s hair.  In all the years of dating, one-night stands, he had never felt like this. Warmth courses through him, unfurling in his belly, spreading down his legs, his arms, into his fingertips which cling to Bob’s shirt. Barely brushing the tiny sliver of soft skin that peeks out from under the hem of simple white cotton. Bradley shivers when Bob deepens the kiss, tongue sweeping into his mouth. He’s losing himself in the kiss, in Bob, unsure where he ends, and the other man begins. He’s sinking into his pores, and Bradley knows that it will take weeks to get rid of the feeling of Bob against him, the scent of cedar and clove of the man’s body wash. The warmth in his touch, the vibration against his chest when Bob moans against his mouth—Bradley’s chasing every sensation he can. It's over entirely too quickly and Bradley’s not sure which way is up when Bob untangles himself. Once the sound of his blood pounding in his ears settles, Bradley’s acutely aware of how quiet the room is. He blinks once, twice trying to school his features into some sort of normalcy. “Truth or dare Hangman.” Bob rejoins the group, and Bradley finds it in himself to walk back to where he was sitting, flopping down next to Natasha.

[theroguedragons]

one muse kisses the other on their hand or wrist, from rhae

Indulgent tropes from here @mccnlies

He hated these festivities where they couldn’t appear as what they were: lovers. In here she was just his princess, the future queen while he would always stay the brother to the king, her uncle that was wed to someone else. Only they knew the bittersweet truth, knew what they shared at some nights when he managed to escape his marriage to have what he truly desired. Her dress was beautifully chosen as always in the color of their family but Daemon couldn’t help to notice that nearly every last bit of her skin was covered so his tips wouldn’t reach her in the way he wanted. Maybe it was her way to block her body from anyone else. A silent sign of loyalty to her uncle who only ever wanted to rip the fabric off from her.

While Laena stayed back with her hands folded and bowed to the princess, Daemon used the moment of greeting her by taking her hand and lifting her wrist up to his lips where he could place a kiss on the inner part of it. His eyes were focused on hers as he dragged his tongue along her skin in a teasing matter, just to remind her that he would find any part of her skin that laid free to devour her if he just wanted. “My princess.” Slowly he led her hand down again, straightening his back to hold himself on his sword while Laenas eyes went up. “Thank you for inviting us to your name day. It is always a pleasure to enjoy the comforts of home with my family.”

[galaxies-unknown-a]

“You kiddin’? I’m the fastest thing on four wheels!”

[yikimiki]

What about stepbros Zeke & Eren tag teaming their little princess🤭

stepbro!eren x fem!reader x stepbro!zeke | warnings: smut, stepcest, all characters are adults, threesome, oral (m and f receiving), unprotected sex, spanking, breast play, praise kink, size kink, creampie(s)

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You knew it would come to this — it always does. It’s rare that both your brothers are home at once, always busy with either college or work, and, even more so, that they’re in good terms. You have no idea what kind of love/hate relationship goes down in the Jaeger family, but you are beyond used to seeing Eren and Zeke with a frown on their faces when the other walks in, therefore the vision of them talking in friendly terms always catches you off guard.

The text from your mom comes just as you’re walking home — dad and I are out on a date! Zeke and Eren are home and you can all order something to eat — and the late warning has you rolling your eyes. You like your makeshift brothers most of the time (you swear you do) but you seriously need a relaxing night and, by experience, being home alone with the two of them is always anything but.

It all starts when you throw yourself on your bed, groaning loudly at the tension on your shoulders as Zeke walks into your room, hands in his pockets and a curious look on his face. “Tired?” He asks.

“Exhausted. My back is killing me,” you answer, pressing two fingers against your temple. “Mom said we can order something tonight. They’re out on a date.”

Zeke takes a step toward the bed, eyeing you up and down. “We can do that, Eren says he wants pizza.” You nod at his words, expecting him to take a jab at his younger brother’s wishes. It doesn’t come, though, Zeke just sits behind you in bed, two large hands coming up to press against your tense shoulders. When he speaks up again, his voice is husky and low against your ear. “And we can make you feel better if you want, princess.”

Once again, you knew it would come to this. What can you say? You’re weak, and you’ve gone through every excuse in the book in order to convince yourself that what you’re doing with your two stepbrothers isn’t that weird. You’re not biologically related and, frankly, you haven’t even heard of the two of them a little over a year ago. You’re all consenting adults and... they just feel... so good. And they take care of you so well.

It’s an unspoken truth between you three that the two of them work like beasts when they’re in the same tune. Zeke has barely started massaging your shoulders when Eren walks into your room, then is just a matter of minutes and a few shared looks until he is pushing you against Zeke’s chest and spreading your legs so he can take off your pants and lick your pussy clean. The hands that were caressing you are now strongly keeping your body in place, Zeke kissing up your neck as his younger brother makes you whimper and moan.

“Shhh, relax, princess,” he says, big hands slowly sliding up your torso, squeezing your breasts. The motion of Eren’s tongue against your clit is making your vision blurry, wave of pleasure growing faster by the second. “Let your big brothers take care of you. You’ve had such a long day, hm?”

“Y-Yes,” you agree breathlessly. The buttons of your shirt come undone one by one until the white cotton is thrown on the floor. You’re almost cumming as Eren groans against your slit, moving up to kiss your hips, your belly, until his mouth is settling on your nipple. Zeke pushes the two mounds together, bruising the skin as the younger sucks on it. “P-Please let me cum.”

It’s Eren who answers, his nose bumping against yours as he raises his stare to look at you. “You’re gonna cum, princess,” he assures, voice low. His lips are swollen and wet, brushing against yours as he speaks. His next question is not directed to you, but his stare doesn’t falter. “How do you want her?”

Zeke hums, nonchalantly placing two long fingers over your slit. You shiver as he starts rubbing your clit slowly, barely enough to give you any pleasure. “She’s so wet,” he muses, thinking for a second. His other hand moves upward, holding your jaw as his thumb presses against your lips. Eren moves back to watch it too, how you are eager to suck it into your mouth, warm tongue swirling around it. Zeke sighs. “But this mouth is so fucking perfect too. She always sucks my cock so well.”

“So, what is it?” Eren presses on. “I’m being nice enough for letting you choose this time, so hurry up.”

Zeke scoffs. You almost choke on your own spit when he switches his thumb with his middle and ring finger, thrusting them in and out of your mouth. “It’s my turn to choose, you did it last time,” he remembers. Eren rolls his eyes. “I want my cock in her mouth.”

Eren smirks, happy with that decision. His gaze returns to you, to your perfectly overwhelmed face. “Gonna let me fuck your tight little cunt, baby?” He asks. You nod instantly. “Good girl. Hands and knees for me.”

With a bit of maneuvering, everything falls into place. You turn around, facing Zeke, and pull his pants down as you hear Eren’s zipper opening behind you, your bare heat exposed and glistening. Zeke grunts when his cock springs free from his pants, one hand automatically landing on the back of your head as you lean closer to it, warm tongue licking up his length. “Perfect little thing,” he praises, meeting your doe eyes as you wrap your lips around his tip. Behind you, Eren sends a surprise smack against your ass, making you whimper around the other’s cock. “Fuck, that’s a good girl, wanna see you choking on it.”

“She’s so fucking horny,” Eren breathes out, heavy cock resting against your ass. You wiggle your body towards him, hearing him snicker behind you, fisting his girth. “Look at this, our little sister is soaked for us.”

“Yeah?” Zeke asks, barely holding back a moan when you suck him. “Make her feel good or I will.”

“Don’t even think about it,” he warns. You moan loudly when Eren’s crown slips between your folds, pushing past the tight ring of muscle and setting into your pussy. He curses about how wet and small you feel, how his thick cock throbs when he bottoms out. You are sobbing around Zeke by the time that Eren starts with a rough, steady pace, throwing your body forward so the other’s cock is pushed deep inside your throat. “Fuck, this pussy’s so good, can’t wait to fill it up.”

“Gonna let your brother fuck you full of his cum, princess?” Zeke asks, pulling on your hair. You moan around his cock, hoping he realizes you’re agreeing with it. “Yeah? Gonna be a good girl and let us use your tight little cunt however we want?” Once again, you moan. Eren slaps your ass again, moaning something about how tightly you’re clenching around him, trying to milk his cum. “Fuck, you know I have to feel that pussy around my cock later. Wanna cum inside too, fill our sister up.”

“Feels so fucking good,” Eren says, sounding completely dazed behind you. His cock is so big that your legs are starting to give in, whimpers and sobs pushing past your chest as you sink your mouth deep around Zeke’s member. You just feel so full, so cherished, that you can’t even remember why you felt so tired in the first place. “She’s so fucking tight, I don’t even know how she can take my cock so deep.”

Zeke breathes out, shivering when you gag around him. “You’re made for it, aren’t you, baby?” You whine out, barely hearing as Eren reaches his high, emptying his balls inside you and fucking himself through his orgasm. You only notice once his cum starts leaking out of you, and Zeke notices it too. “Fuck, that’s our good girl,” he praises, but his touch is harsh as he yanks your head up, teary eyes looking up at him. “I need your pussy now.”

Eren groans behind you, pounding into you a few more times until his sensitive cock can’t take it anymore. Your pretty hole flutters when he moves away, a blob of white cum leaking out. “Gonna get both?” Eren asks, pulling his cock out of you. “Only if I can fuck her throat too.”

“Learn how to share,” Zeke answers. You’re shivering by now, orgasm torn from you twice in a row. Your big brother sighs, caressing your cheek as Eren pushes his cum back inside your pussy, moaning something about how you’re still so tight. “Look what you’ve done to her, Eren, she hasn’t cum.”

Eren clicks his tongue. “Not my fault. Finish her off, then.”

With a bit of teamwork, both of them do. In a matter of seconds, you’re on your back and Zeke is pounding like a madman inside you, stretching you out as Eren’s cum drips down his cock, your thighs, making a mess on the bed. Eren decides to position himself next to you, eager hands exploring your body, teasing your clit as his mouth sucks onto the skin of your neck. When you’re about to cum, Eren pulls your face towards him, making out with you as you reach your high; playing with and sucking on your tongue as your brother spills himself inside your abused pussy.

When Zeke pulls out, you feel the mixture of their cums leaking out of you, and you can’t even process the bickering that follows — Eren wanting you to suck his cock now, Zeke saying you’re too tired — because you just feel so good. Peace never lasts between those two, but, when it does, it brings along amazing gifts.

[luvsicksubs]

mercy - levi ackerman

cw: sub!levi, femdom!reader, dacryphilia, spitting, unprotected sex, edging + overstimulation (m. recieving), oral (m. recieving), degradation, a little bit of aftercare, riding, restraints, levi calls you miss 

wc: 2.7k 

a/n: im literally in love with him goodbye everyone. 

Retribution is normally in your bedroom.

A habitual creature at heart and core leaves him stumbling to your quarters in the middle of the night. It’s late - when the rest of his soldiers have fallen into a deep sleep and the entire hallway echoes when he steps. A single flickering candle rests in his palm but he could make it to your bedroom with his eyes closed.

A heavy sigh falls from his lips as he makes it to your door. His heart is hammering in his chest, hand trembling as he closes his palm into a fist and knocks. Always three times, precisely before he waits, taking a sharp inhale to ease the nerves he attempts to push aside. His eyes flutter when he hears you undo the heavy lock on your chamber doors, pushing it open with a faux surprise when you see Levi.

His skin is warm. He’s sure it’s unlikely that his expression is a proper match for how he feels, eyebrows stitched together fitfully. Still, you don’t falter. You greet him with an exceptionally warm smile, eyes full of mirth. He knows you’re not surprised, but you make a game of playing pretend. Levi is half-way between a scowl when he looks at you, never mind his pounding heart.

“Oh? Captain - what are you doing here so late?,” you ask, bemused. Levi considers temporarily turning on his heel and leaving. His frown deepens but it doesn’t seem to discourage your antics and Levi figures that you’ve never really been deterred by him anyways.

You smile wistfully, challenging - damn, you’re going to make him say it aren’t you? Levi misses you too urgently to come up with anything half-way solid and sarcastic. Even his pride, normally stubborn, proves to be wholly worthless today.It’s always that way with you. 

“To see you,” he replies, scrunching his brow together. You take the candle from his hand, noting the way the wax drips down the sides as you place it on the wooden desk in your study. With the lights dim down like this it makes it hard to see, but your hands are familiar. The brush against the shaved sides of Levis hair as you cradle his face in your palm.

“To see me? Aren’t I awful lucky?,” you quip. Your thumb smooths along his cheek bone, and even in the darkness of the hallway - Levi can see light in your eyes. You make everything feel easy and in turn make Levi frustrated. He couldn’t explain it himself. Rather, he places a soft hand on your wrist and closes the gap between you. He can taste your amusement on your lips, the small noise of surprise when he kisses you. Something akin to need flares up in his chest.

He’s just as surprise as you are when he pulls away, inevitably. Your smile is stretched so wide your cheeks sting as Levi sighs.

“Would you let me in already?,”

You grin, stepping aside and letting Levi into your bedroom before locking the door. For all the things Levi is capable of, subtlety isn’t one. He sits on the corner of your bed with his arms  folded in his lap - eyes heavy on your figure. You smile at him.

“Something you want, Captain?,” you hum. Levi says something in his head, a furious blush creeping down his neck as he watches you approach him. Like a cat, or a viper - more like. He spreads his legs for you place your knee between them. You curl your knuckle and drag it along his sharp jawbone, stopping underneath his chin before tilting his expression up towards you. Levi breathes a sigh of relief. 

Levi has never understood religion at its core. The only religion Levi Ackerman has ever understood had been full to the brim with corruption.  

Yet, when Levi is at your waist with his eyes held high, you are something of a deity. A religious altar. There is relief in your all-knowing stature, endless wisdom of all Levis sins. Levi has nothing to hide from you, your gentle prying eyes and loving gaze. Between your legs is an appropriate place of worship. He stares at you, brow hardened until your thumb brushes his lips and he opens his mouth. You smile when he takes you in, tongue soft against the pad of your thumb - there’s something like approval swimming in the sharpness of your expression. 

For Levi, your touch is indeed dominion. An unworthy worshiper who’s  to please the lord that reigns above him, protects him from whatever evil, and loves him wholly. If that is what God is meant to be, then Levi can understand it. 

Dominion. Divinity. God. You. These things are all the same to Levi. Truth awaits him in your quarters, with your dress pants tugged past your thighs and your leg hiked over the bed. The first step to retribution is honesty, Levi figures. 

The words are still hard to get out, but you’re patient. Your thumb presses down on the tip of his tongue, eye brows quirked. Amused. 

“Well? What is it, boy? Is there something you’d like to do?,” 

Your knee presses against the stiff outline in his pants. A choked gasp leaves his mouth, eyes fluttering closed as he nods. 

“Yes,” 

“What would that be?,” 

Levi chokes as he feels your knee lift up, grind against the cloth. The contact is so barely there but his body is attuned to your touch. He’s half-hard, gritting his teeth. His forehead falls to your mid-section, brows furrowed as he gasps. 

“I need you,” Levi croaks. His voice is trembling, the brush of your knee against his half-hard cock making it hard to speak. You tilt your head to one side, going hard. You push Levi softly onto his back, hands on either side of his head as your thigh presses against his cock. Levi lets out a sharp gasp - squirming under your curious gaze. 

“Need me to do what, Captain Levi? Answer me,”

“Shit, need you to touch me, Miss,” 

You grin, your expression lit up with pride. You lean down, nose brushing against Levi’s with a smirk. His hands come up to the front of your nightshirt, fisting the fabric. You kiss the furrow of his brow

“Is that so, Captain? Where exactly do you need me to touch you?,” 

Levi whines, throat hoarse as he feel your hands graze over his chest underneath his white shirt, unbuttoning each one slowly. Your mouth singes his skin, open mouth kisses littering his neck. Levi doesn’t even get angry when the hickies you bite into his neck are above the collar - though he’s sure his cadets won’t let it go when he blushes because of them

Right now, all Levi can feel is your hands, pinching and twisting his nipples. You brush them with your thumb, till your tongue laps at the hardened buds. You feel Levi take in a sharp inhale, your hands resting on his rib cage 

“Where do you need me to touch you, Captain Levi? Tell me,”  

“My,” A furious rush of scarlet litters Levis neck, chest and cheeks. Levi isn’t very good at being vulgar with you but your expectation weighs heavy. He shuts his eyes, gasping as your hand slowly travels lower. 

“Need you to touch my, ngh - touch my cock, Miss,” he breathes, barely getting the last bit out, “Please,” 

“Need me? Is that why you came waltzing to my bedroom in the middle of the night Cap? Did you come here just for me wreck you like a cheap slut, Captain Levi?,”  

A soft gasp tears it’s way from Levi’s throat. Humiliation flood his gut, sends butterflies leaping into his throat. Levi nods, peers into your heavy es as the travel down his body with the reminder that here, he’ll always be second place to you. Excitement rushes through him, trying to find the words to say - but it gets caught in chest somewhere. 

Levis response is cut short by your hands, fingers looping into the waist band of his pants and swiftly pulling everything down, all past his thighs. His cock bobs, heavy with pre-cum against his stomach. The tip is bright red, almost purple and Levi feels like he might cum just from seeing your face next to it. He gasps, sitting up and leaning on his hands to watch you with heavy eyes. 

“Beg for it. Captain,” you hum, lazily pumping his cock in your hands “Beg me to make you feel good,” 

“Fuck, please,” 

“Look at me,” 

Levi watches from heavy lids. Your mouth kisses up his thighs, teeth digging into the flesh with your hands finding purpose in holding him down. You’re slow, patient. A small kiss gets placed on the tip, the wind getting completely knocked out of his lungs. Down his shaft, your tongue slides over the vein as you take him fully into your mouth. Sinking down inch by inch, Levi groans as he twitches inside the warm cavern of your mouth. 

You play Levi’s body like an instrument - by now it’s what Levi expects. Still, caught off guard at the way you swallow him down your throat before stopping just as an orgasm starts. It leaves his cock aching, impending orgasm making it feel like he’s ready to explode. He needs it, and he’s going crazy with the way you’re holding it over his head. Bobbing your throat and swallowing, making him feel so damn good, but stopping right before he can release. Frustration bubbling in his gut, Levi chokes out a heavy sob. His hands still at his sides - obedient. 

“M-miss, can’t can’t, fuck - please let me cum, please - shit, I can’t do it,” Levi sounds good when he begs, begs you. He would never be caught begging anyone for anything but he’s pleading through the haze of an orgasm and the carefulness of your touch. Your eyes quirk when his cock is in your mouth, smiling at the tears that slide down soft cheeks and angular jaw. 

“You wanna cum? Couldn’t even make me cum, could you?” You pause, getting up. You carefully undo the belt from his pants that had previously been pushed off before facing him level again. 

“Why would you, mindless little fucktoy like you can’t think about getting off and following order - isn’t that right Captain,” you muse. 

“The chain of command here means you’ll always be below me, Captain - that’s where you  belong,” you say, barely hiding the sarcasm in your voice. Levi feels dizzy. Nodding deliriously, he lifts his hands up. The warm leather wraps around his wrist not once, but twice as you fasten it together. Tied arms fall back onto the bed, and Levi groans as he watches you get undressed. Your panties make a slick sound as you shimmy them off. 

Levi’s mouth waters, smoothing his tongue over his bottom lip as he watches you. Your thighs make it around either side of his. You slide your dripping cunt right against the length of his cock, letting it rest against your navel. He can feel the swell of your clit pulsate, how warm and tight you must be. He’s restrained by the weight of your hips but he bucks them up anyways. 

You lean forward, cupping your jaw in your hands. Squishing his face together, you raise a brow. 

“Open,” 

His eyes widen as you spit into his mouth - cock twitching against your stomach as you do. Groaning - the sound of your laugh making his chest ache. Levi barely has time to watch you. His eyes rolling into back of his neck, thrashing as he feels your cunt wrap around him. 

“Fuck, fuck - it feels so good. W-wanna cum,” Levi admits. You raise a brow. Levi can barely contain himself, the pleasure curling inside of him. It’s all so humiliating, how much he loves it and how much he loves you. You’re ruining him and he loves it. His hypersensitive cock is aching inside of you. So tight - like silk. Everything is blurry. 

“You can cum, baby - but I’m not stopping till I’m satisfied,” 

Your grin is wicked and Levi watches wide eyes as you lift your hips all the way up before slamming them back down again with no warning and no mercy. Levi groans loudly, your hands swiftly on his chest as you bounce yourself on his cock without any mercy. His throat flutters, the need to orgasm growing impossibly worse as you fuck him at this agonizing pace. The sound of dripping cunt riding him fills the room with lewd noises, pleasure thrumming in Levis ribs. 

Your tits are bouncing as you fuck him so roughly - so fast and so hard that each breath feels sharp.  Wet pussy dripping all down his cock, down past his thighs with disregard for Levi’s helpless warnings about just how close he is. It feels so good he’s seeing white behind his eyelids, spine arching off the bed as he breaches his first, painful and broken orgasm. 

Levi can’t get the words out when he finishes, unable to do anything but choke out a loud moan of pleasure, body twitching. Despite the fact he’s just cum you hold up to your promise, not even pausing. A satisfied grin makes Levi look at with pleading eyes, brows furrowing in overstimulation. The way his body is seizing is makes his voice cease. Everything comes out in a silent scream or pitchy moan. Pleasure that’s ruining him, tears of frustration running down his face as his cock remains painfully hard and hypersensitive. 

“Holy shit, shit - wait, fuck,” 

“So selfish captain, telling me stop when you haven’t even made me cum yet,” you say with a heavy pant “Needy fucking cumslut, not even telling me stop are you? Want me to keep going even though it hurts, right? Filthy,” 

Levi shuts his eyes hard. His lungs feel like they’ve collapsed. The smell of sex and your nails scratching down his chest make his nerves stand on end. Everything is hazy - not a single thought in his head belongs to him as pleasure and pain mix and make his skin burn up. The dull throb of pleasure has him hiccuping with an uncontrollable sob. The sound of his broken voice is like music to your ears, your own orgasm impending. You lean back, letting your fingers toy with your clit. 

Levi watches you through lidded, tear-stained eyes. Another weak spurt of cum shoots inside of you, thin and messy. His nails have dug tightly into the palms of his hands, gritting his teeth as he feels you. 

“So fucking vulgar, Captain - this is what you came here for, right? Just here to do what I tell you and take it like an indecent brat,” 

“G-goddamn it, shit,” 

“Cumming twice in one night - you love how much it hurts right? Our Captain Levi is a painslut ‘n a masochist, isn’t he?,” 

Levi’s heavy lids blink up at you, your face twisted up in pleasure as you ride his softening cock. Your fingers dance across your clit expertly, slamming down till you’re fully seated as you get yourself off using his body. He looks at you needily, not much left of his voice. 

“Please, please  use me, make yourself - haah, fuck, make yourself cum,” 

You collapse forward, shockwaves of pleasure ripping through you. You let out a silent scream as you connect your mouth with Levis, moaning into his mouth as you ride the high of your orgasm. 

When you pull away, Levi is still caught in the throes of subspace. You pepper kisses along his forehead and cheeks, cupping his face as he grows soft. 

“So, Captain, how was that? You feel okay?,” 

Levi frowns at you, wrapping his tied arms around your neck. He buries his face in your shoulder, groaning tiredly. 

“It was good. Now untie me,” he demands, though you’re almost positive it’s because he wants to cuddle. You chuckle, kissing the crown of his forehead. 

You lean back, undoing the ties on Levis arms and holding his wrists. He sits up, burying his face in your chest with his tired arms loosely around your waist. Your fingers scratch his scalp warmly, cooing praises about him being your good boy off-handedly before tapering off in idle conversation. That’s how Levi likes aftercare most, the vibrations of your voice as he cheeks are pressed against your tits. 

Levi is hugging you but he’s at your mercy all the same. Aching body, covered in hickies and bruises and nail-marks - he’s at your mercy.

 That’s what worship means to him. 

[pleasantanathema]

Kenny Ackerman | of Death and Cigars

Pairing: Kenny Ackerman x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only)

Warnings: Bloodplay, Blood Tasting, Bloody Bathwater, Biting, Age Gap, Kenny says cunny because of course he would 

Word Count: 2k

A/N: Back by popular demand, it’s the dirty old man. This is part of my Nine Muses Event to celebrate 9k! Follow the link to read more fanfics I’m writing to celebrate ❤️

          The warm bathwater was ghoulish, slowly bleeding from pink to red the longer you sat in it.

           At least Kenny didn’t look bad wet. Or bloody, for that matter. But you were used to seeing him caked in crimson, often found stains of it left in the rough patches of his beard. It’s all part of the job, kid. And it was, blood was something you expected out of mercenary work. What you didn’t anticipate was how much you’d enjoy the cleanup, how much you’d take pleasure in sitting between Kenny’s naked legs and let his calloused knuckles wipe someone else’s blood from your skin.

           “Got a little on your mouth,” the water splashed as he raised his hand, swiping at your bottom lip, having to repeat the motion a few times to remove the smear, “what did you fucking do, drink his blood?”

           Your eyes rolled, “I bit him, he was trying to reach around for my knife.”

           Kenny only huffed, flicking water on your face before leaning back and stretching his arms along the edge of the tub. His knuckles popped and his neck cracked as he rolled it, little echoes into the dimly lit room as you fell into silence. You continued to rake a soiled cloth across your arms, most of the water still streaking red over your skin despite your persistence.

           “Got some on your back,” he noted, and you could feel his eyes on you, burning spots into your spine.

           “Well, wipe it off. Isn’t that what you’re here for? To ‘wash my back’?”

           “Nah, I’m just here to look at you naked.”

           You groaned, attempting to reach around to your back to clean, fingers aching from the reach. Kenny watched you struggle for a bit before swatting your hand away, gathering the rag in his fist so he could scrub rather brutishly at the elusive plane between your shoulder blades.

           The embarrassment of being naked around him had washed away after the first few times you performed this ritual. It was just easier to get clean this way, and you didn’t particularly enjoy waiting for him to bathe first just so you could step into ice cold, murky water. Plus, there were some nights when he was actually tender, started to open up withered petals in the sun and talk about his past whenever he’d had too much to drink before sitting in the water.

           You glanced over your shoulder at him, not bothering to hide your curiosity as your eyes flickered over his features. His long hair clung to his shoulders, wrinkles pulled around his mouth from where he held it to the side in concentration. His lean shoulders were freckles from days in the sun, muscles in his arms rolling as he attempted to wash away the scarlet splotches from your skin.

           He’d taught you how to slaughter people in his own gruesome, throat-splitting way. He’d hand picked you for the Anti-Personnel Control squad—said he saw something vicious in you, and maybe he did.

           “Don’t look at me with those big eyes, kid. You’re gonna make my cock hard.”

           “Your cock’s already hard.”

           “Then maybe you should clean that next. Sure your mouth would do better than a rag.”

           You mumbled something about him being disgusting, but kept most of it trapped in your throat. His hands felt particularly good kneading into your back. Not to mention the last time you’d been too sassy with him, he let you go to bed bloody. You reeked of iron for days.

           You stood in the tub, carefully posturing your feet around his outstretched legs, keeping your back to him as you stretched and prepped to leave. But as you turned to the side, you caught a glimpse of blood in his hairline, something he never thinks about since he’s always in his fucking hat.

           “There’s—ugh fuck it,” you knelt back down, caging his thighs with your own so you could sit in his lap and work at chipping away at the dried, grimy substance with your nails.

           “Now that’s more like it,” he unabashedly moved his hands to your waist, long fingers skimming upward to brush the underside of your breasts, “shame you have to keep these pretty tits covered all day.”

           “You’re such a fucking pervert.”

           “Hey, you agreed to bath time with dear old Kenny.”

           He had a point, but you didn’t have to explain yourself. Not to him.

           You kept having to tilt his chin up and away from staring at your chest so you could weave your fingers into the surprisingly thick strands of hair. Droplets started forming at his forehead from your actions, water turning red as it absorbed the remnants of a very dirty and very busy night.

           “You feel good in my lap,” he hummed, rocking you forward so you could feel just how much he meant with it with the cock straining against his stomach. You attempted to lift yourself away from him, but he only pulled you closer, brought your breasts up to his face so he could lick the water away from one of your nipples. You hated the jolt of pleasure that raced down your skin at the lewd touch, biting your tongue avoid any untoward sound slipping out.

           Kenny repeated the action when you didn’t pull away, this time his tongue flat, placing a long, hot stripe over your nipple and over the curve of your breast.

           “Stop that.”

           “Do you really want me to?”

           He didn’t give you the chance to answer, instead enveloped your hardened peak with his warm mouth. You shivered at the scratch of his beard against your sensitive skin, the hands in his hair pulling him toward you instead of pushing away. He smirked against your tit, tip of tongue circling your nipple until he finally heard you moan. It was the faintest sound, one you barely recognized came from your mouth, but he heard it.

           His hand on your hip sunk lower under the water line, thumb tracing the inside of your thigh, creeping closer to the one place he hadn’t dared to touch before. Well, that wasn’t quite true; he’d attempted once before, but you scratched his wrist so hard that he bled. This time you didn’t bother to stop him, the curiosity of what his fingers would feel like nearly killing you.

           “Bet you’ve got a real tight cunny, don’t you?”

           “Kenny—” you scold stopped mid-breath as his middle finger brushed your clit, pushing farther back to probe at your tight hole. He started sucking at your breast, taking the fat in between his teeth as he groaned at the feeling of your folds against his hand.

           You were glad you couldn’t see the delight in his eyes when you sat deeper into his lap, urging his fingers to explore further, to press up inside you just so you could know how it felt. He obliged your silent request, sinking his finger into your heat and feeling the moan that reverberated from your chest.

           It felt good, and he knew just how to curl his knuckle, how to swipe his thumb against your clit in the same motion to have your head falling back. Your hips rolled against your better judgement, encouraging him to nestle a second finger inside of you, pumping them both and stretching you apart.

           “Yeah you like that, don’t you? Little whore likes her cunny stuffed.”

           “If only I could stuff your fucking mouth.”

           “Next time.”

           You weren’t sure if it was frustration or ecstasy that trickled down your back and settled in your stomach, but you didn’t care, not when his fingers started pushing a little harder. Kenny’s lips started to make a trail up your chest, messy, wet kisses that had your skin burning under his beard. He stopped at your neck, wicked tongue daring to lap at the bloody water that pooled against your collarbone.

           “Fuck I can’t take this teasing shit. Sit on my cock.”

           Demands from him weren’t uncommon, he was your superior, after all, but this one had your cheeks flushing. You gasped when he uncurled his fingers from inside of you, shaking his wrist under the water like he was cleaning them. Your hands fell down to his shoulders, nails pressing into the muscled sinews as you lowered yourself just like he told you to.

           You tried to look away from him as you felt his cockhead breach that first ring of muscle, your cunt too willingly sucking him in, but he caught your jaw, making you look down at him. His grey eyes were always piercing, like they were cutting through you like a knife twisting in flesh, and this time was no different. It was like he was looking through you, reading the jumbled thoughts rolling in your head as you started to sink down his length.

           A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, “You’ve still got a little blood on your lips. Let me clean that for you.”

           His kiss was rough, assertive, mouth slanting against yours in a mixture of control and desperation. For a moment, you thought not to kiss him back, a metallic flash of crimson hitting your tongue signaling that he was, indeed, telling the truth. But your mouth opened of its own will when his lengthy cock finally bottomed out inside of you.

           One of his hands looped around the back of your neck, crushing your mouth against his as he started to rock you in his lap. You felt startlingly full, cock spreading your insides as you started to move with him.

           A small pang of disgust hit you when his tongue snaked into your mouth, but you washed that down with the taste of him, with the taste of blood and tobacco, of death and cigars.

           Your clit was sliding perfectly against the thatch of wiry black curls at the base of his cock, pleasure brewing in your pussy and traveling to your fingers, your toes. When he pulled away from your lips, his tongue licked at your cheek before he started to bounce you harder in his lap. Bloodstained water sloshed from the edges of the tub, sinking into the grout and tiles.

           “I’ve come in my hand so many times thinking about you, kid.” He laughed at the look on your face from his confession. “Ain’t gonna take me long to cum inside this pretty little pussy.”

           “God I fucking hate you,” you hissed, but you kept up the pace, feeling that rather blissful and dreadful pull of orgasm.

           “That so? Then why’re you just getting tighter around me? Feels like you like my cock.”

           You didn’t have the effort for a retort, your head falling to his shoulder as you began to ride him harder, ready to cum and go dwell in the shame afterwards.

           Kenny was panting, clearly enjoying himself as his big hands groped at your ass, helping you slide along his cock under the water. You hated that he smelled good, hated that he felt good, hated that he knew exactly what he was doing, pulling your cheeks apart and making you spread and used.

           “Bite me.”

           You almost didn’t hear him over your own whimpers, gritting out a simple, “What?”

           “You h-heard me, kid. Bite me like you did that fucker earlier. Wanna see what it feels like.”

           It was an opportunity you weren’t going to pass up. You caught your breath, blinking your eyes for a second so you could see straight through the haze of pleasure. You chose the tender spot between neck and shoulder, sinking your teeth into his tawny skin slowly, putting pressure on your canines so he’d feel that thrill of pain.

           He moaned so loudly it actually made you flush, made your ears burn from how lewd it sounded. It spurred you to bite harder, to sink so deep into flesh that you felt his own blood slip past your lips.

           The pulsing of his cock made you see colors, made you gasp and release his shoulder and nearly double over from the euphoria that rippled through your body. He stopped moving, but your body still shook, slapped with a climax you didn’t expect just from feeling cum pour inside your cunt, from feeling his cock twitch and throb and explode inside you. You spasmed around him, brows pinching together as you tried to come back to your senses.

           You supposed he wasn’t kidding about not going to last long, you just felt embarrassment creep over your psyche at the fact that you’d fallen right behind him, wasting away in his lap.

           After a few moments, you finally sat back, groaning at that too-full feeling of still having him inside of you. You gripped his jaw like he did yours earlier, bringing him back to life to look up at you.

           “You can have your blood back,” you slid your messy mouth against his, both of you moaning a little too deeply as you shared his taste between your tongues.

[qyllenhaal]

Muse

Pairing: Artist!Steve x Reader

Summary: Steve’s an artist, and you’re secretly his muse. 3rd POV. WC: 3.5k

Warnings: smut (18+ only, MDNI), oral (f receiving), unprotected sex. Fluff. Friends to lover.

Steve knew it was a risk to quit his job and focus full-time on being an artist. His boss laughed in his face when he turned in his letter of resignation and asked Steve how much he thought his "little paintings" were going to make him. Steve didn't just face this scrutiny from his boss, but his friends too albeit not as harsh. Many of the people in his life didn't understand his passion for something that might leave him struggling, but Y/n was always there encouraging him.

"You may struggle for a little bit, but I think it's great Steve! Only one day into your new life as an artist and you already seem happier!"

Steve has known Y/n for almost a decade. They met under odd circumstances that some would consider a meet cute. She's still so sweet and bubbly just like she was the day he met her. It wasn't hard for him to fall head-over-heels for her. She always has a kind word and an open ear even during times of distress.

Sometimes he blushes when she gives him a compliment. She claims to not know anything about art, but every time he shows her something new she always has something stark to say that sticks with him. Maybe it's because it's coming from her.

His time spent alone in his studio is sacred. He converted a room in his apartment into a makeshift studio and he finds so much solace in those four walls. He has wanted to dabble in painting live subjects, maybe even a nude model or too, but he found himself getting real shy about it. He'd love to have someone to pose and to capture the way the light perfectly hits their face. That someone he imagined was often Y/n.

He was shocked when she allowed him to make her his subject. It started with him asking to paint a few photos of her she had lying around for "practice." Y/n was more than happy to help her friend Steve, only under the condition that he show her the final product. Steve found no problem in showing off the pastoral setting paintings he created, but it was much more harder to show off paintings of the person he thinks is the most beautiful person in the world.

Just like he couldn't muster up the confidence to ask anyone else to be his model, Steve could never ask Y/n to model for him in person. He found himself becoming too shy whenever the question was on the tip of his tongue. It would be much better if he were here in person with him, but he opted for photos of her clipped to his easel for reference. He'd finish a painting in one day and send her a photo via text of the finished product.

“I really look like that? It's amazing Steve!”

But eventually he ran out of photos. He tried to reuse some old ways and paint in a different style, or play with the colors, but it was beginning to become stale. Steve needed something new, but he didn't want to let go of Y/n as his subject.

"So you need new pictures?"

"Yeah — it's fine if you don't have any more," he tries to play it off as if he doesn't have 10 canvases in his studio of paintings of her that he hasn't shown her.

"We could take some more. Do you still have that digital camera you got a few Christmas' ago?"

"No. I think it got lost when I moved."

"Oh. Well I think Sam has a camera we can borrow. It's one of those fancy ones, right?"

Steve agreed to ask Sam to borrow his camera, but he honestly wishes that he had just bought his own. The amount of teasing he had to endure when he explained to Sam exactly why he needed the camera made his skin heat up. He couldn't stop his cheeks from becoming rosy when Sam asked when is he finally going to tell Y/n how he feels about her. Steve doesn't want to ruin what they have just in case Y/n rejects him. He'd much rather wallow in his school boy crush than put a strain on their friendship.

"How do you want me to pose?"

Y/n sat on the lone couch in Steve's studio room. It wasn't the best quality but it was still useful.

The curtains were drawn to shield the sun that was nearly set. The lighting in the room was dim save for the soft light coming from a small lamp pointed at her. It casted a warm, yellowish light onto her skin. She wore a white dress and kicked her shoes off at the front door.

"Whatever comes natural to you," his voice is weak as he responds. The atmosphere of the room is slightly romantic and he can't shake his nerves. Everything feels extremely intimate.

Y/n is almost as nervous as Steve. She's never modeled for someone and it feels a little bit awkward. She's always comfortable around Steve, but she can't help but get a little nervous when she sees Steve with the camera in his hands.

"You look perfect like that," he compliments the half-asses pose she's doing before snapping the first photo. He looks at the preview before the camera's screen could go dark.

"Let me see." He shows her and she just nods her head, "let me adjust myself," she whispers.

Y/n unbuttons the first two buttons of her dress, exposing more of her chest that only gives a glimpse of her breast. Steve pretended to not notice it as he took another picture of her. Once again Y/n asked to see the photo and looked a little more satisfied with it this time.

"Do you think that I could — nevermind."

"What is it Y/n?" He asks with a soft laugh that makes her want to melt.

"Do you think I could unbutton my dress all the way?" Her voice faltered as she asked. She watched Steve's reaction intently. She hopes the question doesn't make him uncomfortable. "It's just that I was looking up some ideas online so I could prepare and I saw this really pretty picture of this model and she was semi-nude but it was really pretty so I wanted to ask if we could try it," she explained; or perhaps over-explained.

Steve was completely dumbfounded. If Y/n couldn't see it in his dropped jaw, then she can see it in the way he just freezes.

"It's okay if that's too much."

"No! No, it's okay."

Y/n gave him a half smile before she began to unbutton the front of her dress. Steve tried to look away, but how could he not? The more she revealed herself, the easier it was for him to see the swell of her breast. Her skin looks so soft and he feels compelled to reach out and caress her bare skin. But he keeps his hands to himself.

"Is this too much?" The puffy sleeves of her dress were off of her shoulder and her dress was all the way open until the middle of her stomach. It's a lot for him to handle, but he feels blessed to see such a sight.

"No. It's perfect. You're perfect."

Y/n's skin heats up despite the room being cold. She was starting to get a weird feeling in the pit of her stomach. It wasn't a bad one or an uncomfortable feeling, but it was something she wasn't used to.

Now she's half-naked and posing on his couch. The first few photos he took of her like this were awkward as they both had to adjust to Y/n being half-naked.

Steve couldn't ignore the way the cold air made her nipples hard and breast tender. Steve was supposed to be on his best behavior, but he is seconds away from making a stupid mistake with his best friend.

Y/n arches her back which makes her breast jut out at him. Steve pauses to pray that he doesn't get a hard on. He feels a bit like a scumbag for even having this dilemma. It's just his best friend's half-naked body — that looks so soft and tender.

He forced himself to steel his resolve and hurry up and finish the task at hand. He began to treat her more like a model instead of the best friend he has a crush on.

"Try this," he suggests to her to move her body in a different way, which she does, but it's not quite what he wants. He was hesitant to get his hands on her, but he went for it anyway, "a little more like this."

In the process of moving her body, his hand brushed against her nipple. Y/n involuntarily let out a moan which made both of them pause. They looked at each other before Y/n let out a nervous laugh to try to play it off.

"Sorry," Steve apologizes.

"It's okay."

He glosses over what just happened and goes back to moving her body to her liking. He can't get over how good she feels underneath him. The truth is that he was taking his time to be able to have this experience for much longer. He may never have this kind of closeness with her again and he just can't quite let go.

Y/n watches his face as his hands touch her body. He looks so handsome under this lighting and Y/n wonders if she's always felt this way about Steve. For some reason she feels lust swirling inside of her. She hopes she isn't making a mistake when she leans forward and kisses him. Steve freezes under her kiss, stunned by reality, but he lets it happen. Her lips feel so soft against his, just like he always imagined.

She pulls away and places her forehead against his. Steve still has his eyes closed, lost in the dream that is Y/n's closeness.

"You can open your eyes now," she teases him. He obeys her and laughs along with her.

"I've wanted this for so long," he admits.

The revelation is shocking to her. She had no idea he felt this way about her, but now she wonders how much she's been oblivious to.

"Do you want this, Y/n? The last thing I want is for you to feel uncomfortable."

"No, no — I want this Steve. I wanna feel you touching me," her voice became somewhat whiny as desire fueled her.

With her blessing, Steve did not hold back. He kissed her hard, the way he imagined he would always kiss her. Imagine the way his heart nearly stopped when Y/n kissed him back with the same amount of fervor and want. Her hand came up and rested against the stubble on his cheek. They wish they could say their kiss was delicate, but it was not; it was sloppy and their tongues danced with each other.

When Steve pulls away, he's out of breath, but he's happy. The light touches he gave to her body earlier were not a bit rougher. He wants to explore every inch of her body in seconds, but he wants to be patient; he has all night to discover every inch of her.

"Touch me right here, Steve."

Y/n places his hands on her breast with his thumbs in reach of her nipples. Steve's thumb runs across her taut nipples which makes her sigh. "You like that?" He asks with a bit more confidence. She nods her head and her approval emboldens him. “Good.”

His lips ghost across the skin on her neck before he places a wet kiss against the skin on her throat. He can feel her breath hitch every time he places a tender kiss on her flesh. She smells like lavender and it makes him feel dizzy. He keeps playing with her nipples as he begins to suck on her neck. Y/n wants to just lay there and take in the feeling of him spoiling her, but she also wants to hear him moan. She strokes the bulge in his pants with her knee and she feels him groan against her skin. He lightly grinds himself against her knee to relieve all of the tension that built up inside of him. Neither of them are sure who wants who more, but it doesn’t matter to either of them. Knowing that this is an equal exchange of love and lust is enough for the two of them.

“Oh god Steve,” Y/n coos when he sucks on the most sensitive part of her neck. They’ve only just begun, but he makes her feel so good. A part of her is wishing that she had discovered Steve’s crush on her a long time ago, but she has him now and that’s all that matters.

“I wanna make you feel good,” he says against her skin, “I wanna make you cum.”

Y/n can’t help but moan at his confession. She can already imagine how it would feel to have him between her legs.

“Please Steve!”

Steve sits up just to push her dress up. The cotton panties she wears has a pink bow sewn onto it and he finds it adorable. He glances back up at her and he notices that she’s looking away from him. She’s now feeling bashful knowing that he’s going to see her completely naked even though she wants all of this and more. “It’s okay, pretty girl,” Steve pacifies her by slowly stroking her outer thigh. She finally looks at him, her pupils wide with lust. She almost sighs in content when he starts to slide her panties down. The cool air of the rooms only heats her up once it hits her hot sex.

“My god,” Steve whispers to himself. She looks so pretty, but she’s absolutely messy between her legs. She places her foot on the back of his couch to spread herself wider for him. “Good girl.”

Steve lowers himself between her legs and just stares at her for a moment. He wants to remember this for the rest of his life just in case this is the last time something like this happens between the two of them. He would be crushed if Y/n asked to just continue on as friend’s after this, but he would be eternally grateful that she granted him this opportunity. All he wants to do is make her feel good; his pleasure will follow suit, but it’s all about her.

One of his fingers runs along the edge of her folds. Y/n whimpers at the delicate way he treats her body. She feels so lucky to have someone so kind and sweet like Steve. He touches her with care, and love is in every stroke. “You’re so perfect,” he says before kissing her inner thigh. Every part of her body is sensitive but somehow she is able to withstand it all.

The first lick to her pussy overblows both of their senses. She’s sweet like honey and juicy like a peach. Steve’s first instinct is to groan against her pussy which sends vibration throughout her entire body. She feels like she’s on fire as all of the blood in her body goes straight to her sensitive nub. His tongue focuses on her clit and she’s in heaven. Steve’s tongue moves with so much skill and precision, but most importantly, passion. Steve treats her like he truly wants her, and Y/n can’t help but fall for him at this moment.

“You taste so good,” he coos against her slick.

The way he paws at her body while licking her pussy makes her feel like she’s being worshiped. Tears well in her eyes the harder he sucks at her clit. She hopes his neighbors’ aren’t home because they’d probably be annoyed at the loud sounds of her cries of pleasure. He has her on the edge and it just takes him rolling her nipples with his fingers that finally push her over.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop!”

Her cries are so angelic to him. And as much as he wants to keep licking her out, Steve needs to be inside of her so bad. He tames himself and pulls his mouth away from her to pull himself out of his pants. His incredibly hard, the head of his cock an angry red as it leaks pre-cum. “This is what you do to me,” his words are haunting. Y/n whines and wiggles her hips from being so impatient.

Steve lowers himself and presses the head of her cock at her opening. She’s so slippery that he pushes into her with ease. His cock is so big that she inhales sharply as she takes all of him inside of her. Her walls are like silk around him.

“So tight baby — oh god.”

Steve feels like he’s going to explode already. Her pussy is squeezing him and she looks up at him with wide eyes as she takes his cock like a good girl. It is the hardest task he’s ever faced in his life to not cum already. She just feels so good.

“Are you okay?” He asks sweetly before dipping his head to kiss her forehead.

She nods her head, “yes, Steve…feels so good,” she manages to speak coherently.

Her legs were thrown over his legs which allows him to fuck deeper into her. She looks so beautiful underneath him. Steve wants to feel her cum on his cock so bad. She flutters around him when he pulls out of her only to push back in seconds later.

Steve can only control himself for so long before he’s pounding into her. The cry of his name on her lips is so saccharine that it gives him a sweet tooth. He sucks on the skin of her neck to satisfy that need while Y/n places her hand on the back of his head as she moans for him.

“I’m gonna cum Steve! You’re going to make me cum!”

The ridges of his cock feels so good inside of her, but what really does it for her is how the head of his cock is kissing her cervix. The stretch of his cock is such a delicious burn that she wants him inside forever. With his face planted in her neck, lips kissing at her skin, Y/n is completely enamored with the way Steve consumes all of her. She is his just as much as he is her.

He feels her sex squeeze him one more time before she’s cumming all around him. She clings to him as her orgasm ravages through her. Steve fucks her through it before reluctantly pulling out of her. Her jerks himself off until he’s cumming all over her pretty tits, painting her body like she’s one of the world’s most precious masterpieces.

The two are completely spent as their limbs dangle off of his couch. Y/n’s heart is full feeling his cum cooling on her chest. She dips a finger in his spent and sucks it off, savoring his taste since she didn’t get a chance to go down on him. Steve almost passes out at the sight.

“You’re crushing my legs Steve,” she laughs warmly. He rolls off of her and off of the couch entirely.

Steve grabs a towel and starts t0 clean up her chest. He remembers what they were supposed to be accomplishing, but after what just happened between the two of them, Steve is certain he won’t be anxious about asking her to be his model again.

“So, where do we go from here?”

The question catches him off guard. He slowly wipes away his cum with the damp towel from her chest. As much as finding the answer to this question is hard, he is happy that she asked it because it means that she’s giving him a chance.

“I don’t want this to be the last time we do this,” Steve admits. He’s quickly become addicted to the way their foreheads pressed together; it just feels so intimate. “I love you too much for this to be the last time we ever spend like this together.”

As much as tonight has been shocking to her after the revelation of Steve proving to her that he loves her, she’s only overwhelmed with positive emotions.

“Then let’s not let this be the last time,” she whispers against his lips.

A wave of relief washes over Steve as he just lays there against, their bare bodies pressed against each other as if this is always how it should’ve been. His only hope is that they can stay like this forever.

[ktheist]

lips? sealed. legs? spread.

premise. because of the pandemic, you’re forced to have your graduation online. but that’s not stopping you from driving down to the beach to celebrate with your friends. it just so happens that you’re the main attraction of the night.

muses. jimin x reader, taehyung x reader, jeongguk x reader, yoongi x reader, yoongi x jimin.

word. 3.6k

warnings. consensual gangbang. public sex. unprotected sex. sex on the beach. bigdick!tae, bigdick!jeongguk, thick dick!jimin

note. this is pure absolute filth. idek why i wrote this.

x

it started with truth or dare before the word “boring” comes out of park jimin’s mouth and a “strip” added to cure that boredom to get you through the night. lisa manoban ends up stripped down to her panties and bra and steps out of the game.

“nah, i’m out, you guys have fun though.” she waves her hand in surrender, picks up her clothes and slips away from the circle to emphasize on her withdrawal from the game.

a series of ‘aww’s and ‘boo’s follow from you and the rest before hoseok disappears five minutes later, saying something about needing to take a number 1 but never coming back and getting forgotten by everyone.

he’s probably left to check up on lisa who said she was going to grab some snacks from the convenience store that’s just three minutes away from the beach.

the flames of the custom made bonfire dance in the night, cackling and laughing when it’s your turn to discard your bra. the chilly air making your nipples stand. your cheeks are burning as you cross your arm over your exposed chest. the hesitant way you look down and bite your lip is enough indication that you’re thinking twice about being the sole winner of tonight’s strip truth or dare. kim taehyung attempts to place his jacket around you but is met by a series of protests.

“if you wanna put on a jacket, you gotta be prepared to admit defeat. that’s the rule.” or so jeon jeongguk announces.

“never heard of that rule before.” kim jennie looks at him with an elaborated twist of her eyebrows to show the utter confusion and absurdity she finds in his words.

“yeah, well, now you know,” jeongguk winks.

it’s either because of the man’s flirtatious advancements or because she really needs to go to the bathroom, that she stands up, pick up the shirt and the only piece of article she’s taken off and walks towards the cars. somewhere a few feet away, the lights of the convenience store and closed diner illuminates the area.

jisoo shoots you a look that you shoot back with another look of determination. if there’s anything you’d never be caught dead doing, it’s raising the white flag before jeon jeongguk does.

so she ends up chasing after jennie on her own.

“anyone else wanna be loser?” jeongguk asks, vanity apparent in his voice.

you wonder how it’s not shivering in the cold with how he’s stripped naked to his boxers.

“i need to get some water,” seokjin announces and struts towards the direction the girls were headed.

he’s one of the lucky few that managed to keep his clothes on throughout the game. 

it’s become an unspoken knowledge that the ones who backed out will go home in seokjin’s jeep.

there’s only you, taehyung, jimin, jeongguk and yoongi.

namjoon was the first to leave because his girlfriend called him crying for some reason and he’s the kind of man that would come running to his girl. somewhere in your heart, you feel a tinge of jealousy for chaeyoung for having such an amazing man who loves her to the moon and back.

“this is getting boring.” jimin confesses for the second time of the night, bringing the bottle to his plump lips.

“let’s play 7 minutes in heaven.” jeongguk suggests, “we’re all bored here.”

“but there’s just one girl...” jimin murmurs to himself.

“so? you can make out with one of us,” taehyung winks.

but jimin’s shyly looking down and smiling is the last thing you expect to see. he’d usually just brush off his best friend’s advancements by laughing or flirting back but never speechless.

“alright, here’s the bottle,” jeongguk says afer gulping down the whole content of the beer and lifting the opaque glass in the air, “game’s simple, it’s like spin the bottle but instead of making out, you spend 7 minutes in one of the cars.”

“no –not my car,” jimin complains, throwing his head back, probably recalling that time when he lent jeaongguk his car and in the morning, started blowing everyone’s phone up by spamming the group chat, sending death threats to jeongguk for those stains in the back seat.

“i’m out.” yoongi says simply, but doesn’t move from his spot which is sitting on the log between taehyung and jimin.

his porcelain skin is painted auburn from the fire in front of him. he raises the beer to his mouth and starts downing it.

“ugh okay, okay, how about just making out here for 7 minutes?” jeongguk mediates.

that receives a moderate response of ‘not-so-thrilled-but-not-against-it’ kind of nod.

jeongguk places the bottle down on the ground and yoongi plainly points, “that’s not how physics work.”

“shh,” the younger man shushes him up, “it’s gonna work.”

then he spins the bottle just a few centimeters above the sand. the opaque bottle spins in the air for the briefest moment before it lands on the grainy sand, it’s top pointed straight at you.

“okay, so me and ___ are the first pair.” he grins, excitement flashing across his eyes.

jimin goes next, mimicking jeongguk’s techniques and the bottle points at yoongi. all of a sudden, a strangled silence settles in.

the elder man makes an impressed nod –probably surprised at how things turned out.

“okay, tae, you spin the bottle and if falls on me or ___, you can join us and if it falls on jimin or yoongi, you can join them.” jeongguk says as if he’s done this plenty of times before.

you attempt to pick up your shirt when jeongguk clicks his tongue and wiggles his index finger in the air, “nu-uh, the game’s still going on, you put on any of the clothes you’re not supposed to have on, and you’re out.”

“that’s a dumb rule and i’m cold.” you roll your eyes and slip on your shirt anyway.

your nipples appear more protruded underneath that thin layer of material but it’s better than having to cover them with your arm.

jeongguk groans but doesn’t say anythng else as taehyung picks up the bottle and spins it.

in the end, you have a pair and a trio.

since taehyung is right next to you, crash your onto with his. it takes him a moment to register that the seven minutes start now before he swipes his tongue over your lower lip and you let him in, tasting the bitter beer in his mouth while he suckles on your tongue.

you expect taehyung to play along for the first few minutes and let jeongguk and you have a go at it. but the proactive advancements aren’t unwelcomed.

“hey! come on!” jeongguk whines somewhere in a distance –he’s sat across from you.

it doesn’t take long to make his way over and starts kissing your shoulder, sitting on the vacant end of the log. it’s the hand that snakes under your shirt and gropes your breast that makes you moan into taehyung’s mouth.

jeongguk pinches your nipple almost painfully, as if getting payback for starting without him.

when you don’t budge and wrap your arms around taehyung’s neck, he stops his assault on your sensitive buds and slips his hand under your panties. you gasp, body frozen from the unannounced intrusion and he takes that chance to turn your face to him, capturing your lips.

taehyung sighs softly, as if foreseeing that jeongguk would sweep you away from him. and you thought it the end of that.

but instead, you feel more slander fingers than jeongguk’s on your other breast that jeongguk didn’t touch. they’re gentle and handle you like you’re a delicate porcelain doll.

and like you said, taehyung’s touches aren’t unwelcomed.

that, paired with jeongguk’s careless fingers on your clit, easily makes you moan out in pleasure as sparks course through your veins, stars behind your eyes, your arm around jeongguk’s neck and your mouth tore away from his.

jeongguk lets out a low whistle as caresses your sensitive clit in a circular motion and stops when your hand grasps his wrist, telling him you need a break.

“wait, out here? dude, you can’t be serious,” taehyung lowly cautions as jeongguk shifts behind.

you barely get to focus your eyes after coming down from your high, noticing the two men making out behind taehyung where you last saw them. yoongi’s hand is in jimin’s pants.

“baby, can i put it in?” jeongguk’s voice is uncharacteristically silken and sweet.

it doesn’t take a genius why.

you throw a glance over your shoulder to see him pumping himself, his tip glistening with pre-cum.

“no, i want tae’s.” you say vindictively.

“what – “ the aforementioned man’s eyes widen, skin appearing olive gold next to the fire.

“may i, tae tae?” you smile, fluttering your lashes and smiling coquettishly as you caress him through his pants. just like jimin, he only lost his shirt in the earlier game.

his adam’s apple bobs as he contemplates your offer but spreads his legs open as though welcoming your touch.

“i...” he says thickly, “i don’t have a condom on me...”

“it’s fine, i’m on birth control,” you shrug, lips still curled into a suave, inviting smile.

then his head shakes in the smallest nod.

“yeah?” you ask, head tilted ever so slightly to the side in an innocent gesture.

“yeah,” he echoes your words, eyes screwing shut, “please.”

it takes you close to no difficulty to take him out. you ravel in his size –he’s possibly the biggest you’ve ever seen. taking him in your mouth, you let jeongguk pull you panties to the side and slip his tip past your entrance. he groans, appreciating your warmth while you coat taehyung’s length with your saliva.

once you’re sure taehyung’s all ready to take you, you lift yourself up, earning a whine from jeongguk whose closed eyes shoot open as if he just woke up from a  delightful dream and crashed into reality. you lower yourself onto taehyung, humming in appreciation like jeongguk did as the taller man stretches you out to fit his size.

once you’re sat on his lap and taking him to the hilt, only then do you pay attention to jeongguk who’s directing your hand to wrap around his length.

you start to move your hips, appreciating each delicious graze of taehyung’s length stretching and molding you to fit his size while pumping jeongguk’s shaft and lowering your mouth to wrap around his tip.

“i’m close,” taehyung murmurs breathily, his hand ghosting over your hips as though barely fighting against his primal urges to grab your hips and move you to his desirred tempo.

“you can come inside,” you say, tearing your mouth away from jeongguk for the briefest moment to throw your head to meet taehyung’s hooded gaze.

“please, can i cum inside you too? after tae?” jeongguk asks, knowing full well that he’s walking on thin ice with you.

“no.” you deny curtly, making sure to shoot him a glare to emphasize your disapproval.

“fuck,” taehyung’s voice cuts through the night as he’s pushed to his limit. those large hands dig into your skin as he bounces your ass on his lap the way he wants it.

and you let him. moaning against jeongguk’s tip as your brain shortcircuits. you barely notice the way jeongguk’s thrusting his length down your throat –much deeper than you’d allow him, just because you’re not a fan of his arrogance but also can’t completely resist it.

once you and taehyung stop moving, jeongguk easily lifts you up from taehyung’s lap and place you down on his.

“jeongguk,” you say warning, not at all pleased that he handled you like a ragdoll but can’t help the way you tighten around him –he’s winning in girth compared to taehyung.

“don’t move –i promise i won’t come inside you, just please let me feel you around me,” jeongguk’s basically begging as he hugs you close to him  –it’s probably to get you to stop any inch of movement but your stomach is fluttering and your cheeks are immeasurably hot.

you bite your lower lip from moaning.

while he’s holding you so tight, your clit is rubbing against him and you’ve got the fattest dick inside you.

there’s no way you can sit still.

you move your hip in a circular motion, the groan coming from jeongguk’s lips being music to your ears.

“fine,” you push the mated hair from his face when he pulls away from your shoulder and looks at you in the eye, they appear to be twinkling in the flicker of the flames, “you can come inside.”

the last thread of his sanity seems to snap. he lays you down on your back and because the log isn’t long enough for that, you end up having your head laid on taehyung’s thigh, his just-cummed dick still out in the open. every time jeongguk thrusts inside you, you end up brushing against it.

taehyung, having lost his reserves about sex in public, smiles down at you and places a hand underneath your head to support you while his friend is thrusting in and out of you like a mad man who’s never tasted a woman in his entire life.

eventually, taehyung, the moans and the squelching sounds disappear into a blurred mess. you don’t know where you start and where jeongguk ends. 

when you come to, you’re staring at the starless night sky, breathing heaving into steady breaths as you feel satisfaction tingles in between your legs. a mixture of jeongguk and taehyung’s cums pour out of you and onto your stained panties. 

and in the peaceful cackles of the bon fire and the sound of waves crashing, a shadow blocks your view.

“uh, ___,” jimin says hesitantly.

“hm?” you look up at the man with his length out –he’s probably the shortest compared to taehyung and jeongguk but his girth could give the latter a run for his money.

“we got turned on looking at you guys,” jimin stammers, cheeks flushed while yoongi stands next to him, stroking himself to the sight of your glistening and naked body.

“come here,” you giggle, pushing yourself up.

“let me,” taehyung whispers, sending shivers down your spine as he holds out his hand for you to use as a support.

you don’t realize how spent you are until you decide to stand up but almost go tumbling into the ground again a second later. you would’ve faceplanted into the sand if taehyung hadn’t caught you. he helps you to sit on his lap and holds both your legs up.

your panties are now discarded on the ground while sticky, white cum drips out of you freely and park jimin’s got a front row view of that.

you should be embarrassed but the last of your braincell’s got fucked out of you by jeongguk who’s now passed out on the sand, snoring away like he’s got no care in th world.

jimin’s face is beat red as he slips right inside you. it would’ve taken more teasing if you were to take him without jeongguk and taehyung’s jizz dripping out of you.

“you mind if i give you head instead?” you ask the elder man.

“not at all,” yoongi shrugs but that unbothered facade comes crumbling down like sand castle as soon as you wrap your lips around him, hand covering where your mouth can’t reach.

well, you can, but deepthroating’s jeongguk’s made you too tired to take another man deeper than you do now.

you sigh softly when jimin starts moving. he’s gentle with his strokes, as if making sure you’re gradually getting used to him. probably because he knows he’s thicker than the average men. and jimin being jimin, will probably make sure all his partners are comfortable (how ever comfortable you can be butt naked in the open and with sand sticking to your soles and exposed flesh.

but all that easily melts away as jimin hits that one spot that gets you throwing your head back on taehyung’s shoulder. even when he goes faster, he’s still attentive of your reactions and actions. 

you’re not sure how he can read you when it’s covered in yoongi’s cum. he’s the fastest to cum out of all the four boys. somewhere in your mind, you thank the universe for giving you a fast and easy blow.

when yoongi steps away, you shift your focus to jimin, “i’m coming,” you murmur.

it takes a few strokes more for  you come at the same time, jimin throwing his head back, barely moaning out. it’s as though his reservations still cling onto him and stops him from losing himself.

jimin pulls out with a sigh, legs barely able to stand so he tumbles back to one of those empty logs and zips himself up.

just when you’re about to pull your legs together, all of a sudden, conscious of how exposed and naked you are –taehyung’s hand stops you.

“taehyung...” you murmur, cheeks burning at the way you’re spread and bare with multiple men’s cum dripping down your ass.

but he doesn’t seem to mind as he slides his fingers down your stomach and slips two of them past your entrance, coating those slender digits with the cum inside you.

his motion starts picking up and until he’s thrusting his fingers inside you like he would his dick. you’re grasping his arm and biting your lips at the sudden yet different rush of pressure you’ve had up until now. with the pleasure jimin left you, it doesn’t take long for it to built up in the pit of your stomach and spreads through your body likes the waves against the shore.

the rest that follows is a blur. you remember foregoing your undergarments and slipping on your jeans and shirt before having taehyung sweep you off your feet and carry you to the car.

“t-tae! i can walk!” you try to protest but he simple chuckles.

“you can barely stand.”

you can only cast your eyes to his collarbones –anywhere besides his eyes as you recall the throbbing sensation between your legs.

jeongguk, having been kicked to wake by yoongi, scampers to stand up and follow the three of you. he falls a step behind and complains the whole way to the car, saying something about “can do that too”.

whatever that is.

when you reach your home, the lights in the living room are still on and you’re quite literally screwed.

“come on, i’ll help you to the porch,” jeongguk says ever so casually as he undes the safety belt.

yet something instinctual makes you hurl out words of rejection right there and there despite your brain telling you that you’ll barely make it three steps out of the door without crashing against the ground.

“no, i’m good.” you huff, swigging the car door open yet you hear another car door open and the sound of feet hurriedly shuffling over and in no time, jeongguk’s arm is around yours.

“i don’t need your help,” you hiss under your breath despite the relief that floods your system from jeongguk’s support.

“what are the chances of your parents letting you coming back past curfew slide because the face they saw walking you up to the porch is mine?” he makes a compelling argument.

before you can even refute, the front door swings open to your father’s glum expression. though his face lights up like christmas light as soon as he sees the man next to you.

“jeongguk! well, i’ll be damned,” your father beams, hands on his hips, “i didn’t know you two made up.”

“evening, mr. ___,” jeongguk nods in greeting, pretending not to hear the last part.

“thanks for walking me,” you say, strained.

gathering all that’s left of your might you take a step forward and out of his arm to stand next to your dad, waiting for him to leave.

“did someone say jeongguk?” your mother comes running from the couch, “oh, how’s your mother? is she well?”

“yeah. too well, actually. she’s been into yoga lately, keeps saying she’ll be able to beat me in arm wrestling,” jeongguk chuckles, scuffing his sole against the ground, hands buried inside his pocket.

“yeah, it’s getting late, don’t you think?” you cut in.

your parents seem to take the hint, your mother wishing him a one last, “tell minhee i said hi, yeah, son?”

“will do,” he smiles, eyes travelling to yours only to have him drop his gaze. “have a good evening mr. ___, mrs. ___.”

then he’s walking back to the car where you can see taehyung waving his hand from the passenger seat. only then, does an actual smile curve on your lips as you wave back, pretending not to notice the slouch in jeongguk’s figure.

x

that’s the last you talk to jeongguk privately. sometimes, when you’re texting in the group chat, you can’t help but reply to his dumb memes. yoongi and you exchange music in private message while you and jimin are ‘best friends’ on snapchat and you occasionally reply to taehyung’s insta story.

no one spoke of that night.

it’s as if it never happened.

the girls asked about it but you simply brush it off, “oh we had some drinks and decide to go home because it wasn’t fun with half of the squad not around.”

they don’t believe it.

but they don’t push it either.

but they probably thought you made a mistake and that mistake having something to do with your summer fling slash childhood friend, jeon jeongguk.

part of it was true.

except you fucked half of the boys in your group of friends.

it’s a month later, did you get a text from jeongguk on one ordinary friday night, after coming home from work. after going back to seoul.

jk: hey

jk: me and taehyung are going out for a drink

jk: since we live ten minutes away do you wanna come?

[mrskurono]

title: Sweetness || cult!Geto x sister!Reader

a/n: this is dedicated to one of my fav mutuals hopefully she’ll come back and see this ilysm babe <3 And if your mad about dark content, why you looking at dark content huh? ツ

word count: 1.6k

tags: incest, manga spoilers (if your not up to date on Getou’s entire backstory), mention of eugenics (these are villains mind you), oral (fem!receiving), handjob, cumplay, talks of breeding, dom!reader, language, pwp, semi unedited

character(s): Getou Suguru (jjk)

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Getou’s mouth tasted no sweeter than the moments he had his lips around your fingers.

The only thing that would rid him of that horrific taste curses contained. Day in and day out. Searching for something to cure his aliment of such a cursed life steeped in sorrow. Until he found just what he needed. In his sister of all people. 

Footsteps announce his arrival before the two women tending to you do. You stop reading the second he comes into the room. Lavished to the teeth in things only those from money could technically afford. You don’t rushto look up from the book in your lap as Getou dismisses the servants that were at your side. He argued previously that they weren’t servants but those who served his cause. You would laugh but let your little brother do as he must.

Finally when he stands in front of you long enough, you fold the book and look up at the not so little brother before you, “...you look tired Suguru.”

Those words not even an invitation. But he doesn’t care. Alone in your shared room he drops to his knees and lays his head in your lap. Replacing the book all together with his mass of black hair draped over your legs. With a gentle tug you release the rest of his wonderfully silken hair from it’s messy bun. Letting your fingers dance along the fringes of his face until combing your fingertips through his locks.

“You could have asked the servants to draw you a bath.” You remind him softly when he sighs in your presence.

“...they are not servants, those who just seek to help our cause.” Getou muttered into your thigh. His face turning to press his cheek to the warmth of your inner leg. Eye naturally closed as he relaxed into the half embrace. His arms came up to your sides as he curled them around your waist and slumped into your touch, “...You smell nice.”

“Just for you.” It was true. At all times you tried to anchor your younger brother with a sweet familiar scent. You didn’t inherit his same curse technique but as he described it over the years the least you could do was offer him an oasis in the soft smell of your skin.

Getou hummed, eyes still closed, “If only every human was like you.”

“Every human cannot be like me. Unless they were to come from me.”

He leaned into your thigh, “I strive for a world with more of you in it...if people were more like you then-”

“Shhh.” You hushed him with a gentle touch, “That’s enough. You’re tired Suguru.”

That wasn’t false. Getou nodded as he lifted his face from the crook of your legs, “...I wish to give this world nothing more than someone like you...my beautiful sister.”

Charismatic with his words. It was so easy to see why so many people would listen to your brother. Words adorn with nothing but truth, you cup his face as you lean down. Placing your lips against his in a tended exchange.

Leaning up into you Getou’s arms tightened around your waist. Wanting the kiss to deepen in the very moment. Clinging to the taste of your lips as fleeting as it was. For as long as the rancidness of a curse lingered on his tongue. Your taste left him too soon.

Broken for a breath you look at your brother’s expression and hum something with a smile. Replacing your lips with your fingers. Drawing them along Getou’s bottom lip until he opened right away.

“That’s a good boy,” You mutter softly, feeling Getou swirl his tongue around you two fingers. Sucking at them with a hint of desperation. It isn’t until you feel the low moan from him that you draw your fingers from his lips. A dribble of spit following suit.

Turning his attention to your inner thigh, Getou began pressing kisses all along your inner thigh as his words came slowly between the kisses, “...please...let me fill you. Let us make a better world together...you understand. You’ve always understood.”

Once again you hush his exhausted words. Ones you’ve heard a million times since the village was destroyed by his hands. Words you wish to live but haven’t found the right time. And as Getou’s kisses creep up your legs once more. You find it less of a thought to continue the strive for a safer word but instead only consumed by the selfish want of your brother.

Your legs fall apart. Baring the nothing you wore under your robe. Getou’s kisses did not stop at the sight of your uncovered slit. Instead he leaned forward and drew his tongue along your inner most thigh as he caught a scent of your sweet musk mixed with your everyday softness. He relished it. Finding his mouth watering. Only to bite back and look up at you for a moment.

“Go ahead...I’ve always love my little brother’s work.” You smile, touching his cheek as you guide him back between your legs.

That’s all Getou needs to hear. Your praise and your intention to everything he’s done. Within seconds his tongue finds what it’s sought out. Deviling into your folds he moans with gratitude for your taste to wash away everything bitter in the world. The sweet muskiness engulfing his senses as Getou washes his tongue over your clit. 

Unmistakably greedy. He devours you in seconds. Mouth open wide as he sucks and slurps up your slit. More than accommodating when you hike one leg up on his shoulder. Hands continuing to run through his hair as Getou showers your most intimate parts in all his attention. Drawing closer and closer with a stomach tightening knot only made worse when his tongue slips inside you.

“Mmm that’s right....forget the taste of a curse. I’m right here, I’m all you need.” Your sweet musing are interrupted by moans. Falling past your lips as Getou looks up at you. His tongue writing against your entrance as his finger has found your clit. Leaving you nothing but a love drunken look down at him. Stroking his face until your fingers tangle in his hair. Tightening your grip as the wave of pleasure becomes a little too much to hold off.

A firm grip on your thighs to hold you in place. Your little brother rides out your orgasm with the slick of your cunt being licked up frantically. Getou refusing to waste one drop of your wonderful taste. Even as it’s smeared on his lips and infused in his nose. He doesn’t stop until the grip on his hair is loosened and he looks up at you. Chest heaving and smile on your lips. You touch down his face and draw your fingers over your juices on his cheeks. Wiping them clean before presenting them to his lips. Getou eagerly opening his mouth to lick them clean. 

“Come here,” You tap on your thigh, “You’re not too big to sit on my lap are you?”

A very redundant question. Even as adults he wouldn’t turn you down. Getou had to perch on the side of your chair but was more than happy to do so when your hands slipped past his robes.

“Sister...” Getou mumbled when he felt your touch against his cock. Leaving him little chance to hide the twitch in his already hard member as you took him in your grasp.

“Shh...you wanted to make a world filled with us right?” You ask, looking up at him as you slowly pump his cock, “So why not do just that? Give me all your cum Suguru, and we can have all the babies in the world.”

He groaned. Lewd words making him grip the edge of the chair as your hand squeezed him. He could feel every nerve in his body on fire. Pleasure from your hand, the taste of you on his lips and the sweet scent he only knew as his big sister. Left Getou a mess as he looked down fuzzy with pleasure at your hand.

With the way your fingers moved over his swollen tip. Smearing his precum as you went like it was second nature to do so you. No one knew his body like you did. Getou would not argue that. The way you made him feel. It was the reason you were the only surviving member left. He needed you as badly as he wanted you.

“S-Shit-” Teeth clenched Getou huffed in one ragged breath. Urging you to perhaps stop if you wanted to go further. But that fell on deaf ears. 

Your fingers curling around his cock tighter. You quicken your pace only a moment before you felt the throb to his cock. A smile crossing your lips as there wasn’t even a warning before his cum spilled all over your hand. Getou’s low rumbling moans filling the space between the two of you as he rode out his orgasm with each slow stroke of his cock. 

Even as the last dribble of cum oozed out of him. Getou was left taking a deep breath. Suddenly feeling as tired as you said he looked. With a half lidded look he watched you with his cum soiling you hand. For a second he didn’t realize what you were doing before you took his cum and smeared it on your cunt.

Feeling his cum slimy and sticky on your cunt. You make sure he’s watching as you dip your fingers inside and with it, Getou’s cum, “Lets make a world safe for us. Lets fill this world with nothing but sweet love Suguru.”

[bemylord]

truth or dare

peirings: kuroo x fem!reader x kenma.

warnings: smut, aged up, oral, gagging, threesome, nipples play, overstimulating, hint of poly relationship.

w/c: 1.9k

kuroo and kenma are your closest friends - both of them would help you out anytime or talk to your whenever you want it. both of them are happy to spend their evenings with you: they're needed for your relaxing body massage you once give them or you both prefer to watch anime. sometimes, you do the homework - the time where's kuroo yelling at you and kenma for being bad at the subject. although, if you're getting good grades at school, he still mad - you aren't good at his point. after studying, both of you would play a video game. now, kenma is the best player among you.

'how is that possible you don't know how to play? gosh, i'll show only once, i won't teach you forever, nerds'

quiet notes from kenma to you on how to win kuroo.

generally, they both are funny and good friends. one call to kuroo or kenma and he'll be around you, comforting his friend.

'till the moment kuroo propose to play a game, named truth or dare.

'it'd be fun, what do you think, y/n-chan?'

'i'm in!'

the thought it'd cheerfully and you'll have merrily game didn't last long. it was fun to a certain point in the game.

'truth or dare, kenma-kun?' asked vivaciously kuroo. he has been joining since he came up with

'truth'

'are you in love with someone?'

kenma is speechless, his eyes widened as he heard the question. he gulped, closing his eyes.

'seriously, in love?' kenma responded with a question, crossing arms on the chest, staring at his friend like he told a lewd thing.

'i mean that, give us an answer!'

'yes, i am' you covered your mouth with a hand, gazing at the blond one. the game started and you found out an interesting thing about kozume.

'who are they? do we know them?' you inquired, putting your hand on kenma's shoulder, rubbing it a cheerful way. kinda, you glad that your friend settled down by found a girl with whom he wants to be. although, why is he keeping it aside from you? aren't you friends with him?

'it's the second question, now i'm running. y/n-chan, truth or dare?'

'how rude you're, truth'

'the same question. do you love someone?'

you exhaled, musing about the question. the warm feeling born in your chest when you're with boys. you've never caught yourself at the thought you're in love with them. you love them as friends, maybe something more, but you aren't in love. it must be a wrong feeling.

'i don't know. it's just complicated, i've got feelings for.. for someone, but don't think i'm in love'

'are you hiding some information apart from me?' kuroo indignantly screamed, pointing at you. he moaned lingering, twisted his tongue, not looking at you. 'being in love it's awesome, why you both didn't tell me early, i-i' he interrupted himself, reflecting on the phrase he said.

'kuroo-san, truth or dare?'

'dare'

you're smiling sinisterly, rubbing your hands, guessing over the dare. it would humorously tell him to do something easy, so you're kept thinking about it whilst found acceptable dare.

'do a striptease for us'

it's entertaining to watch as his emotions changing from calm to frowning, in the eyes new emotion - mingled astonishment and stupefaction. knockout dare took him off guard - he didn't expect you would dare an obscene action like a strip.

'you will regret about it, y/n'

those eyes that expressed stupefaction transformed to the lustful and lascivious. there is no fear of unknowing what you'll dare next, there's lust and dissolute.

kuroo took his shirt off, exposing a pumped-up body - he has those fucking six-pack, not like a bodybuilder, but damn, his upper body literally saying: fuck me. he's coming closer to you with small steps, playing with his chest and abs using hands. you didn't notice how fast kuroo he put his knees between your legs, running his fingers on your shoulders to the neck, squeezing your narrow neck, pulling his face in your ear.

'you liked it, y/n, like my strip-' he did a little pause, licking your ear. the goosebumps are running over your body, as long as you're trying to avoid the familiar feeling. you closed your eyes, attempting his body. 'tease'

he moved away from you, back at his previous position, staring at kenma. his mand is hazy of the action kuroo did: was it real or he was guided by the dare. crafty type.

'kenma, truth or dare?' he's acting like it was nothing, like he didn't tease by half-muttering in your ear, which gave you goosebumps, and your breath was taken away. for credibility, he licked your earlobe, isn't it enough?

'since the game is getting hotter, dare, kuroo'

'show us the person you're in love with'

isn't the game hotter than a sun? on that point, is getting closer to that temperature. kenma stood up, staring at his teammate - some line is connecting them, binding them as some rivals for your attention. kenma sat behind you, put hands on your shoulders, breathed out on the back of your neck, make your knees go weak. 'she's sitting in front of you'

goosebumps are running over your body, breath stuck in your throat as kenma touched your shoulder with his warm palm, rubbing your skin gently. you exhaled, as kenma lingering on your neck, raises the chin up, blowing in your left ear, kissing it concurrently.

'and i'm kissing her'

you opened your mouth, not trying to resist, moisten chapped lips erstwhile were humidified due to the lip gloss. not trying to resist, when kuroo put your small hand on his six-pack; your hands are running over lumpy muscles whilst the blond one licking your collarbone. suddenly, you felt his hands under the shirt, denuding your breast to kuroo. you were up to close your legs, but the hand of the guy in front of you didn't allow it.

'you're so concupiscent, y/n. let us do the thing, baby girl. we'll treat you as your queen, your little girl' uttered kuroo, approaching his face on your nipple. 'can i?'

there must an answer, although everything you could do muttering indistinctly, feeling the unknowing sense down there. so marvelous, voluptuous, and vulnerable it is. kuroo barely touched your nipple with the tip as kenma slipped a hand into your shorts. you lay the back on kenma's chest, unconsciously spreading legs apart. outlining yet hard areola, kuroo lick it, biting just lightly the nipple. he has been enjoying it even more than you, receiving from two boys delight.

kenma pull aside your shorts, discovered you aren't wearing the panties. he snorted, rubbing an index finger on your folds. what could be more pleasant than this moment? the captain of a nekoma team is licking your nipples whilst the setter is playing with your pussy. you're lost in his caress: it seems there's no more air, no more feelings besides lust and desire.

kuroo pulls away from you, unzip his pants: a thick dick dropped in front of your face, covered in veins, the head is red from the pressure of your tiny body. the precum appears on the glans as you touched the hot cock, stroking with a hand from the tip 'till your little finger touches the pubis. you smear the drop of his semen with a tongue, lick the head, pull inside the wet mouth.

'you haven't seen something big as my cock, sweetie?' he giggled, thrust more in your warm, little mouth. you're sandwiched between two hot bodies, receiving and giving oral sex. abruptly, kenma make a fist of your hair, nudging your head deeper on kuroo's cock 'till your nose meets with the skin. you chocked, not having time for rest, in addition, kenma's abrupt push makes you gag even more. kenma entering his finger inside your tight pussy, still nudging you.

'get on the bed, baby' kuroo hoisted you up. somehow, you managed to stand on your fours, letting kuroo eating you out, giving kenma your face to fuck. maybe it's their smells, such as aphrodisiac; not paying attention to the pain in your throat due to their fat cocks, you're sucking blond's member whilst kuroo greedily licking out you, preparing for the cock. it seems it has been an eternity since you've been doing it, whereas it doesn't take longer than a quarter of the time.

'don't worry, sweetie, i'll be gentle, just relax'

you're practically been dripping under his face, yet when you felt the gland at the entrance you knew it won't be easy: kuroo won't stop till he goes into you entirely. you're getting lost as many times you came on the captain's tongue, perhaps two or three, nevertheless it hurts when he's attempting to pull his cock in. with a certain slosh kuroo went in your cunt deep, but slow, stopping his movements, giving you a couple of second to get used to the new feeling. new orgasm is building up as soon as kuroo asked you with a husky voice about your well-being.

'are you okay? i could pull it out if you're-'

'move, kuroo. you can'

tremendously soft and big concurrently, but his smug grin appears as he heard your order: it's maddening him to be inside you. gradually, the captain starts to increase the pace, as his balls slapping against your cunt.

kenma is blissful as never: he could only think about the godlike blowjob like this one. your tongue is running from the tip to the balls, gagging by it. tears start to fall down on your cheeks, leaving the wet trace, though you aren't stopping: you're a masochist if you're relishing something like that. you would answer: yes, i am, but your mouth is full by kenma's dick.

'i will cum in your mouth, can i, kitten?'

kenma is breathing heavily, scarcely would last longer, as you feel as his cock is twitching and getting hotter. you switched your mouth on his glans, sucking and stroking the base, helping to reach the high.

'me too, y/n, get ready for mine semen in your mouth too'

so fucking full of sperm you'll be in a few seconds. kuroo pulls his dick out, get out of bed, coming to the edge. using your hands, you're stroking theirs cocks waiting for the cum in your mouth to taste it. both of them came simultaneously, giving you their hot semen. feeling as your cunt twitching from the big dick, swallowing their semen.

how did it turn on? what happened? you didn't know exactly, you're happy that now you're cuddling and smooching your boys, exhausted from your first time. kuroo tenderly kissing the back of your neck, burying his face into your hair, pulling closer by your waist. kenma covers your face with quick but affectional kisses, interlacing your fingers.

you're happy and lucky cuddling with boys with the guys you love. but they love you even more.

'sleep kitten, we will be here when you open your eyes'

'stop talking she's sleeping!'

'don't scream she may wake up'

'and stop being so sweet i love her more than you do'

'no, i-'

you giggled, falling asleep to their quiet muttering of 'who loves you more'

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:3 i don't know, but i was listening to this playlist it gives some vibes lol. and sorry abt last words, i had a fit of tenderness :)