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[paper-lilypie]

Your Sonic fic had me giggling and kicking my feet happily.

IM GLAD BC THEY GOT ME GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET TOO

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

midoriya being reader's and bakugou's biggest cheerleader, rooting for them since day one!?!?!?! 😭💖 he literally watched his 2 friends grow up and fall in love...he's so happy for them 🥹💗 like imagine the waterworks when they tell him they're (finally) in a relationship...if anyone believes in their love, it's midoriya!!!! 💓

the way things go !

synopsis : izuku knows, he always has, but he'll let you both figure it out.

an. this is literally so cute i love this !! tysm for the ask, this is pretty late tho so super sorries about this if youre still sticking around anon :(( but i hope you (and all yall) enjoy!!

cw. fluffy fluff ! childhood friends YAAAAAAH—middle school katsuki lol, childhood to like second year of ua timeskip, lmk if there's anything else !

if he thinks hard enough, izuku midoriya can remember the exact moment he realised his best friend had fallen in love with you.

you'd gone from being a new addition to their little friend group to you guys being so tight knit that people automatically associated you all together, if one was around—the other two were always expected nearby, a little trio.

sure, izuku never wanted anybody to feel left out, but you and kacchan were his best friends forever. you all had sleep overs at katsuki's house and went out for ice cream, visit for birthdays and stay up late to watch tv and tell scary stories under the covers. katsuki always pulled mean little pranks afterwards which would always scare the pants off of izuku, you always reassured him though, saying katsuki was being stupid. he thought that it was really cool how you never seemed to get scared until he noticed how you'd jump sometimes, but he found you even cooler.

you were best friends forever, shown by the cool woven bracelets you'd gotten for your friends when you came back from a beach vacation with your family. kacchan had complained the entire time you were gone, calling everything boring without you, but he never said a word about it when you got back and smacked izuku on the arm hard when he'd tried to tell you how much they'd both missed you.

izuku had managed to rip his gaze off his bracelet, woven with green and shades of blue that matched the sea to look up at his friend to ask how he felt about his gift. katsuki's had hints of orange, reds and vibrant pinks and he didn't complain about it even though he always said it was a girl colour. red eyes like his bracelet fixed onto his arm.

"look and yours kinda looks like it has flames on it, see ? like your explosions !" you explained excitedly, and izuku couldn't help getting excited too. your humour was always contagious. "oh yeah, i see it !" he agreed and you look over at him to nod in approval, obviously proud of your choice. and izuku realised then that the blonde still hadn't said one word.

you didn't seem to mind though, still too excited from your trip and izuku's reaction to his gift. you stuck your arm against katsuki's and grabbed izuku's so he could stick it to his, all your multicoloured bracelets coming together to form a mess of jumbled up colours "see, now we all match !" you exclaimed.

katsuki's cheeks were pink, stained and blotchy even through the worn out little bandaid stuck to his cheek. and all he could manage then was a nod, katsuki who you'd always call a big mouth was speechless and just nodded. izuku thought that was really weird

"i like it." he mumbled out quietly, obviously realising that you were now both awaiting an answer from him "we match," he repeated "but mines cooler." he finished off, crossing his arms and huffing to the sky proudly. and you burst out laughing, little giggles spill out and you break out into a laugh as you lean onto izuku. he can't help himself from laughing either. katsuki tries, really does, but he ends up laughing a bit too, nudging at your leg with his foot when you call him a big mouth.

and for the entire rest of the day, kacchan had found some excuse or other to drag you around and hold your hand, saying something about how you'd get lost since you were gone for so long, izuku thought that was weird too since you were only gone too weeks, but he quickly forgot about it. it was still hot when you got back, so you went for ice cream with money miss mitsuki had given you all to celebrate your return, and had gone to your (not so) secret spot by the river bank to laze around after your bellies were full.

the wind breezed through his clothes as izuku remembered the taste of his two scoops on his tongue, sighing and feeling himself getting sleepy. he hears you and kacchan talking.

he's talking about how your bracelet looks more like his, so you two match more. "that means you gotta stay with me forever so . . don't leave again." he mumbles, izuku hears the tugging and pulling of grass roots "was boring without you here." before he quickly catches himself with an "that's what izuku said." and the green haired boy answered with a sleepy "uhuh . . " that makes you giggle.

"i can ask my mom if you and izuku can come next time !" you chirp excitedly and you've always been contagious, so izuku responds again with a sleepy "yaaay . ." that makes you laugh.

when school started back up, katsuki had been quick to rip off his jacket and show off his bracelet to your friends, shown off by the short sleeved t-shirt he was wearing. always proud to answer the question of where'd gotten his cool new bracelet with a loud "yn got it for me from when she went on her trip, i bet she didn't get you anything !"

always proud and showing off was a kacchan that izuku knew all too well. but it was always about himself, never about others. and yet here he was showing off your gift to anybody who would listen because you were best friends. izuku thinks he truly realised, not then, but during lunch break when kacchan had pushed a boy to the ground because he'd made fun of his bracelet and called it girly.

"not true !" he'd yelled "you're just mad 'cus yn didn't get you nothin' and she likes me more then you. i bet you're just jealous 'cus she hates you, she told me you stink !"

and that's when he knew. because all three of you were always together and izuku had never ever heard you say that. but it seemed that to katsuki, being hated by you was the worst thing imaginable.

and that's when he knew.

and to him it was only natural for katsuki, one of the coolest people he knew, to have a crush on the other coolest person he knew. but when he'd asked kacchan about it after school, he'd punched him in the shoulder and told him "n-no ! shut up, quit talking stupid !" even as his cheeks turned beet red and he trudged off to go grab his backpack.

there was no doubt about it, you had a crush on each other.

izuku knows it, he knows you both know it. so why don't you do anything about it ?! it's sorta been driving him crazy.

he sees it all. sure, him and kacchan don't actually hang out anymore, but you and izuku still hang out and he sees them. the looks, the almost touches and the teasing and the shoulder nudges and—seriously, does nobody else see this ?!

but he'll keep quiet, he won't force you to do anything, he'll let you both take your time. but it seems the blond has been getting more and more impatient with himself.

"hey, nerd." izuku jumps despite himself at the rough voice from above him, looking up and quickly hiding his notebook from his ex-childhood friend.

"k-kacchan, hey ! didn't expect to see you here, heh . ." he trails off, eyes darting to the side. and izuku really hadn't expected to see him, kacchan wasn't the type to stay after class, always ready to walk you home when school was out. he feels his hands shaking and clenches onto his uniform pants. katsuki ignores the boy's attempt at friendly conversation, scoffing.

"what's your deal, huh ?" uh oh, izuku panics—what had he done ? he doesn't remember doing anything to anger him.

"i don't know what you're talking about, ka—"

a hand slams against his desk, startling the green haired boy and he almost jumps out of his skin.

"don't fuck with me ! y'know good and goddamn well what i'm talking about."

"but i—"

and then your name gets brought up "ya keep fuckin' staring at her all the time. what, you like her or something ?"

wait, what.

"huh ?"

"don't huh me," katsuki copies with a nasally voice "s'bad enough she wants to hang with you all the time, now you want more ?!"

oh, wait.

"just so you know, she doesn't like the nerdy type so you can go ahead and—" katsuki cuts himself off when he sees izuku smile, a smile he in his mind can only imagine as a smug one, so he scowls " quit makin' that creepy fuckin' face at me, weirdo ! i'll tell you right now—you haven't won and i damn sure won't lose ! never to a nerd like you, you got that ?!" he declared, before stomping out of the classroom.

izuku despite the obvious declaration of war he has no want to be part in, can't help but smile. "you've got nothing to worry about." he mutters to himself.

it'll be fine, he'll let you take your time—he has a feeling it won't be for much longer anyway.

"good morning, yn."

"hi, izuku."

you insist on not looking him in the eye when you speak, and izuku who's known you for years by now, immediately knew something was up.

you're here early, the common room is empty beside you and him right now "how'd you sleep ?" you ask, sipping on some juice. izuku hums, fixing his tie for class, you beckon him over and lean over to fix it for him which he thanks you for with an added shy chuckle.

and it's quiet.

izuku takes a spot next to you, "you know, you can talk to me about anything right ? i don't wanna assume but you look a bit bothered by something." your best friend smiles warmly at you when you make eye contact "i'm here if you need anything."

you squirm in your seat and then finally you spit your next sentence out at super speed "katsuki and i have liked each other for a while now and he asked me out and i said yes !"

"I KNEW IT!" the green haired's exclamation knocks you back and he flies up from his seat, he smiles down at you victoriously like he'd just defeated a villain.

"i knew you guys had been acting different, it was just too obvious ! always looking at each other for long periods of time—and sneaking off and standing so close to each other, it all makes sense !" and you're struck absolutely silent, he rambled and rambled on like he was taking notes for his hero notebook—seriously, how much did he know ?!

"w-wait but—you knew that we liked each other ?" you ask. izuku sits back down, even clears his throat after his little outburst, and smiles at you.

"oh yeah, i've known that for a while now !"

". . how long is a while ?"

". . a couple years."

"oh." you conclude. "i'm sorry i never told you, zuku . .s'just that i know that you and katsu's relationship was . . more than a bit strained so . ."

izuku immediately frown in shock "what, no it's not—you shouldn't have to apologise ! that was between kacchan and i so—" and he stops in his tracks "is that why it took you guys so long to . ."

now you're cutting him off "no, no that's not it ! i just never really had the courage to say anything !" you shyly rub at your glass "and honestly, i had no idea he even liked me like that . ."

surely you had to be messing with him. izuku sweatdrops at you without a word.

"well anyway, i'm glad you too are happy, truly." he utters sincerely. you smile back at him with a giggle and your humour's always been contagious, so he laughs along with you.

and when he sees you and kacchan walking to class holding hands he can't help but throw up a victorious fist up, leaving his friends a little bit confused.

(afterwards during training with katsuki, he wishes him a playful congratulations on winning, the blonde proceeding to punch his arm hard and izuku couldn't help but laugh. until katsuki chucked his water bottle at him.)

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[l3viat8an]

Mammon waking you up by going down on you (with prev consent ofc) or you waking Mammon up with a BJ >_<

Nsfw!

Honestly thought this posted already- cuz it was supposed to be in queue for Mams birthday jsksjsk

I feel like that would happen all the time after you start dating Mammon! I mean he just can’t get enough of you and it is a rather nice way to wake up~

And really some mornings he gets so needy and you look so sweet laying there next to him that he just can’t keep his hands or lips off of you.

At first Mammon was just planning to kiss you, a few kisses down your neck and chest wouldn’t hurt right?- then he starts going lower, moving your clothes out of the way so he can keep kissing your skin, down across your chest and tummy and somehow he ends up between your legs… oops~

You wake up slowly, your mind groggy with sleep and pleasure as your eyes open and all you can see of your boyfriend is a lump under the covers. But as soon as you wake up and start grinding your hips to meet his face a little harder Mammon grabs your hips to pin you back down. At the same time he lifts his head to look up at you, which makes the covers fall back a bit so you can see his face, (his hair is an absolute mess too but that’s not super important :D) a crooked little smirk on Mammon’s face as he sits up enough to press a few more soft and wet kiss across your tummy. Mumbling out “Mornin’ darlin’.” against your skin before he goes right back to what he was doing- making you cum on his face-

He thinks its cute how you try to prop yourself up a bit on your elbows to look down at him and enjoy the show, chuckling to himself as he sucks on your clit just right, that it has your head rolling back and you have to plop right back down onto the pillows because it felt that good.  After all he knows all your sweet spots.

Neither of you talk much but Mammon would praise you for being so good and cummin’ for him, ya should let him take care of ya more often~

Sooo of course it’s only right that you ‘repay him’ wake him up head the next morning.  

Again not hard Mammon almost always has ‘morning wood’ when you sleep in the same bed.

While you’re under the covers tease his tip a bit -trust me- before taking his cock all the way into your mouth.

As soon as you start Mammon’s awake and you can hear all his breathlessly, little moans of “Yea~” and “Oh fuck, yes darlin’, just like that” I’m telling you he can’t keep his mouth shut- “S-shit- Don’t stop fuck.” and even more, “Please- Yea, like that, faster.”

There is a special something -not quite tenderness but that’s the closest word you can think of- to Mammon in these moments. Even as you have his cock in your mouth, even as he groans under his breath and his legs tense. Even as he grabs a handful of your hair and gently pushes you down a little bit to see if you can take him even further down your throat, he’s not trying to be mean but he loves it when you gag on him. Making him moan even louder “Shit- So fuckin’ g-good treasure.” as he cums down your throat.

Maybe it’s the way he smooths over your hair as you swallow his cum. Or maybe it’s the way he starts to pull you up to lay your head on his chest and wraps his arms around you as tightly as he can immediately after. It’s all done with care, as if you’re the most precious thing in his room. And of course to him you are.

(Although if you wanna tease Mammon a little more instead- sit up before he can pull you up and let the covers pool around you as you make a show of licking the last few drops of his cum off your lips ;))

[girlfictions]

hi hari 💚 i just want to say thank you for never shutting up about palestine and wanted to ask if you were willing to share a little list of where you get your updates/news about the situation (and current events in general)? what sources are the most misinformation-free that you would recommend? i hope you have a lovely day xx

In terms of news sites, I'm really only trusting Al Jazeera's coverage of the situation. I'm also following pages like Times of Gaza and Eye On Palestine. But mainly, I'm following Palestinian citizens/journalists who are sharing live updates: Muhammad Smiry, Hind Khoudary, Motaz Azaiza, Wael Al Dahdouh, Plestia Alaqad, Yara Eid, Ali Jadallah, Abdallah Al Attar, and Mohammed Al Masri and probably a few more I can't remember right now.

If anyone has any other reputable sources that I may have missed please add them to this post.

[captain-hawks]

i don't think you understand i'm in desperate need of some more OF!mattsun he's got me in a chokehold i don't think i'm going to live any longer (also i love your work you're such an inspiration mwah 😚😚)

18+

it’s been weeks since you realized your favorite, guilty pleasure onlyfans content creator is none other than your best friend—by way of the video he uploaded jerking off with your panties.

you haven’t said anything, not yet.

not when the panties keep appearing on matsukawa’s feed every few days, washed and waiting to be covered in more cum as he fucks into them again and again.

not when you keep rewatching those videos on a loop as you touch yourself to them every night.

but an opportunity to do something presents itself late one evening when a drinking game with seijoh 4 steers itself into lewd territory (you’ve known them all long enough that it’s not surprising by any means).

“alright, everyone say what you think the hottest underrated kink is or take a shot,” makki declares.

“when guys cum in their pants,” you tell them, shrugging when oikawa makes a face.

“that’s so messy.”

your gaze slides over matsukawa casually enough to be considered a coincidence. “that’s the point.”

but it’s matsukawa’s answer that sets you on a path of determination the next evening—

“girls who are into pillow humping.”

two weeks, twenty-five videos, and nearly seven hundred new subscribers later, your phone lights up at 2:35 AM with a notification.

You have a new fan! MK has subscribed to your OnlyFans profile.

you bite your bottom lip.

you’ll give issei a couple weeks to masturbate his way through your content.

(he seems to like the videos you shoot from the back best, the ones with your back arched and your ass out and your slick, swollen folds spread on display as you whimper and moan and hump the corner of the pillow until it’s soaking wet when you come all over it.)

you’ve set up your room and the framing so that there’s no way he can tell it’s you in the videos.

(and so that nobody can see you’re masturbating to his videos while you’re filming.)

you’ll tell him. eventually.

(probably by humping a pillow while wearing an old t-shirt that you’ve stolen from him. one he’s sure to recognize.)

[ceruark]

Hello! Recent follower but long time fan of your work. I adore how introspective you are with writing characters and how you tend to write the darling/reader, its a very refreshing take on yandere content.

On that note, I was curious if you had any insight or thoughts on how yandere!Aventurine would handle a Darling that rejects his advances, not from a place of distrust but a place of insecurities? Like I imagine it would be entirely possible for someone who is quite capable or self-assured to become overwhelmed by the glamor and brilliance that Aventurine maintains for his carefully crafted facade, esp if its directed at them with romantic intent.

What could you have to offer someone like Aventurine, a man who seemingly has everything he could ever desire? In perspective, it would be extremely humbling and perhaps make Darling feel self-conscious upon consideration, leading them to politely turn down Aventurine's advances and affections in the sake of self-preservation.

yan! aventurine x insecure! gn! reader

wc: 633 cw: yandere themes - obsessive behavior, stalking. a/n: thank you so much for the ask! i'm so sorry i'm answering it so late, but i'm very grateful for your compliments and your ask :> (this got a little suggestive at the very end, hope that's alright!)

Aventurine is incredibly adept at reading people, which makes this situation quite frustrating for him. You’ve always come across as someone secure in your identity—it’s clear in the way you carry yourself, in the way your brilliance takes up the entire room, an outward reflection of the completeness of your character. And he latched onto that immediately, holding the gem that is your personality up and carefully studying each refraction of light, committing the patterns to memory. He’d played his cards just right with you, and had no problem luring you in and getting you right where he wanted you.

So, then, why are you rejecting him? 

Things had been going so well between you two, up until he began flirting with you more openly and gifting you things he knew you wanted, but were out of your budget. He made sure not to lovebomb, of course—it would scare off someone like you, and he couldn’t have that—and he knew that you hadn’t yet discovered his… rather underhanded methods of learning everything about you. 

He knows you, everything has gone perfectly for him, and yet here you are, turning him away.

You’re being painfully sweet about it, too, in the way that you always are, reassuring him in a soft voice that it’s nothing he did, you just don’t think you’re ready for a relationship. You say this, but he can see it in your eyes, see that you want him, too, but for some reason, you’re hesitating. You’re scared.

From your perspective, it’s quite simple, really: Aventurine can do better, and he deserves better, too. He’s an extremely high-ranking member of the IPC, with an unfathomable amount of wealth to his name—what could you possibly offer him? 

You’ve heard countless stories of high-ranking IPC officials using marriage as yet another tool at their disposal, so his advances toward you leave you confused and bewildered. You’re a mere civilian who lives in the capital city of one of the planets he’s been assigned to watch over. You don’t come from wealth or political power, so what does he want from you? 

Not to mention all the risk that would come from being romantically involved with him—what if one of the IPC’s enemies came after you as a means to get him? You do like your head where it is, attached to your neck, and your own safety aside, you don’t like the idea of being seen as Aventurine’s weakness, something that would hold him back.

It takes an incredible amount of willpower for him to not spiral. No, he’s worked too hard for this, and he can’t risk messing things up by abducting you. It would ruin the feelings you so clearly reciprocate, yet refuse to act on, for some reason.

It’s not difficult to pay someone to pull your messaging history and get it cloned to his own device. After digging through conversations with some of your friends, your insecurities are made clear to him, and with them, your reason for rejecting him.

Oh, how he wishes he could coo at you and pull you into a reassuring hug. You’re worried about the fact that you don’t add value to his position in any way? How silly, that’s exactly why he wants you. You’re real, and once you overcome this trivial worry, you’ll be entirely his—not the pawn of some government body, not the IPC’s, but his alone.

No matter—it’s a minor setback. He’ll just have to work harder at showing you just how much he loves you, and that there aren’t any strings attached. His devotion will get through to you one way or another, whether it’s from honey words dripping off his tongue, or from loving every inch of your body with his mouth until you can’t take it anymore.

[carbonfiction]

the logan holding you to sleep reblog made me melt bc i’m sick rn and my whole body’s aching so i can’t sleep at all and i’m just thinking of him or frank being super duper pooper gentle and rubbing my hips that are in searing pain and cooing at me or holding my head closer when i make a pained noise 🐳 and my pussy is tender and fucking hurts too help 🥲

Pleeeeaaaaase 🐳nonnie!!! Being sick is so fucking sucky and i hope you feel better soon<3 i send so many lo and frankie hugs, plus heres a lil something bc goood, now im thinking about the way they would both take care of you when you were sick!!

Soothing Sickness, thought's w Logan and Frank! <3

Warnings?: mostly fluffy, mentions of medicine and such, a tinnnnnny smige of smut also- just some soft, fairly undescript, over the pants stuff! <3 masterlist

So, personally I feel like Logan would be much more.. Not quite anxious? But definitely a have that sort of disposition? Especially if you didnt have healing powers/weren't a fellow mutant.

He'd hover by the bed, by the couch, the door- anywhere you are. Half because it puts his mind at ease slightly to know where and how you are at all times, and half so if you need help at all; a drink, a snack, another blanket, literally just staggering to the bathroom, He is there and ready!!

Logan is the best at keeping you distracted too- in fact he will even bargain with you to stay in bed. "Nah cmon baby, gotta stay n' rest, ain't gonna feel better if you're staggerin about for everyone" and he does a have a point.. But perhaps you feel guilty about being stuck still in bed, like its not fair on those around you for you to be so inconvenient. Which is complete rubbish So logan breaks out the big guns.. Well.. books.

"How bout this, you stay in bed n' I'll stay.. Read you whatever you want. Hell, ill think about throwin in some cuddles if your good" with a stupid little smirk bc he knows hes got you- knows you will never turn down a cuddle with him no matter how bad you feel (you'd admitted something about feeling special that he feels safe enough with you to indulge in physical contact a while back and he swears it healed something inside him) or the soothing rumble of his voice. Those big hands of his rubbing over your skin, trying to ease the physical aches your body is feeling.

And if you began to get squirmy? A little warm and a little needy from having been enveloped by his scent for so long.. Well, he's gonna take care of that too. "What's the matter, not feelin sick are ya?" instead youd shake your head slowly, a soft sniffle filling his ears. "hurts.. " and the poor guy would practically be sniffling out whats wrong with you like an alert dog, checking everything until you all but tug his arm down beneath the sheets with a tiny whimper of struggle. "Whatcha doin with my- oh.. Oh i get it.. Poor babys all achey down there too? You need me to make it better honey 's that it?" logan would murmer, feeling over the soft fabric of both your panties and sleepwear. You'd stop him as he shifted to move them, to gather direct contact, instead putting his paw like hand back over the layers. "Hurts.. But sensitive.."

With a kiss pressed to your head in understanding hes rubbing slow circles on your clit over your clothes, providing just enough friction to build pleasure in your gut. Warm and fuzzy headed he guides you to orgasm, gasping softly into his neck. "Thats my girl, my pretty baby, did go good f''me. I know.. I know thats better huh?" as you you begin to drift off against him. Thoroughly taken care of.

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Whereas our Frankie is a little more.. Prepared? Perhaps even clinical in a way. Every few hours hes plying you with medicine and warm tea for your throat, something like honey/lemon or camomile when he sees the way you refuse to sleep in favor of trying to push through.

"Aint gotta be doin laundry right now sweetheart, should be in bed." rumbled low beside your ear as he leans down, grasping a half folded shirt from your hands- too tired to protest physically.

"Gotta get it done frankie.." you try, only to hear him sigh- feel the weight of his hands begining to massage at your aching shoudlers. You stop and revel in the feeling for a moment, grumbling at the lick of pain that comes with the knots rubbed free.

Moments later you blink, trying to comprehend the fact your now off your feet and in franks arms- those hands now supporting your thighs as he carries you from the pile of laundry to the couch. Depositing you with a soft oomph! as he moves to grab at the blanket across the back.

Once sufficiently swaddled with it hes padding to the kitchen, coming back with tea; camomile if you had to guess despite not really being able to taste or smell it, and a few flu pills. Ready to get you comfortable for a nap so he can go finish the laundry you'd been trying to achive.

Except, frank doesn't get that far.

"Don' go.." he hears you sniffle pitifully, a soft hand grabbing at his forearm as he tries to walk away. Your expression filled with exhaustion that tugs at Frank's heart.

"Thought you wanted the laundry done sweetheart?"

"Mhm..Later" youd grumble, tugging again at him. "please.." The plea tugs at his heartstrings, sad and sniffley. Your eyes, filled with a sense of vulnerability, drooping the longer you peer up at him.

Frank sighs, resolve crumbling almost instantly as he sits himself down. "Alright, alright, my girl needs me huh?" you nod and his lips twitch into something like a smile. Large body open wide as he shifts to lie back against the arm of the couch. you begin to crawl your blanketed form ontop of his chest, legs between his. "Yeah, you come cuddle on up, atta girl, get all comfy"

You remain like that for a while, grumbling soft, contented sounds as his hands rub at your sore body. Shoudlers, lower back, your hips, massaged with gentle yet firm enough intent for him to think you fallen asleep if the soft puffs of your breath ment anything.

That is, until he feels you begin to rock over his sweatpant clad thigh. A broken, near Inauble sound pressing into his neck. The hands soothing over your sore hips drift up to sit at your waist with a careful squeeze. "Hey.. Hey sweetheart, whatcha doin there huh? Suposed to be nappin"

But your soft movements dont stop, the slow gentle rocks catching your core just right to feel good in your sleepy state. "Need.. Jus' wanna feel good.. Please.." you murmer into his skin, head not even lifting from the crook of his neck where you huff.

A thousand thoughts go through franks mind, most how he should stop you and get you resting. How he should be soothing you to sleep instead. But the broken, pitiful sounds you let out besides his ear makes Frank think otherwise.

So, as he always does when it comes to you, he gives in, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. "You got me sweetheart, not goin anywhere. Alright, shhh, i know. you hump away yeah? Hump that nasty feelin away sweetheart. Do whatcha need"

And you do, guided by his hands on your waist and the growing heat in your fluttering tummy. You hump at his leg in soft rocks until your own legs tremble and lips part in a quiet gasp. Shattering with a fuzzy mind and a throbbing clit.

"Oh there you go.. There it is.. Atta girl." frank coos, lips still pressing kisses to your skin as you grip him tightly. A large hand slipping to rub up and down you back soothingly. "Feelin a lil better now?"

Theres a soft mumble at fills his ears in response , arms nice and tight around you as you snuggle further into his chest. Eyes finally fluttering shut as the combination of your orgasm, the tea and medication kick in. "Yeah.. You take that nap while your all nice n' fuzzy. I gotcha."

Sigh.. Sigh i need them guys. I need them so fucking bad its not even funny.

[cyber333angel]

I love ur work sm 😻 errrrr can i req something abt Logan with a young reader who loves wearing tiny clothing?!? micro skirts/shorts, cropped tees/tanks (y2k queeeeen) and like he is very much aware of the generation gap lol but he just can’t help but look at all THAT!!!!! U just look so pretty with ur perfect glitter pink nails and shiny lipgloss that u got him thinking nasty perverted thoughts around you! he is lowk down bad and wade can’t help but poke fun at him it OK that’s all

definitely omg!! im thinking that whenever you and logan met he tried not to focus on your clothes and how much skin it exposed because he knew it was wrong to think of you in that way —with him being 200 years older than you and all. he couldn’t help it obviously, seeing your ass peek out under your mini skirt and just how tempting you were every time you lightly flirted with him. you could just be walking in front of him and logan can’t help but have his eyes glued to your ass, not even paying attention to how wade was catching on. snapping out of it when wade makes a joke of how hypnotized he is by the sways of your hips, “woah there big boy, stare any longer and there won’t be any ass for the rest of us to look at.” earning a very threatening look and denials like from logan.

when the two of you start dating the staring doesn’t stop either, it’s more that since your his now he doesn’t only have to look he could grab it whenever he wants. all of the time, like in the morning when your fixing something to eat in your oversized shirt and panties, he would come up behind you grabbing at your waist, breast just touching all over you. all the places he used to only stare at and have uncontrollable thoughts of becoming his was a great feeling. he also doesn’t care for the pda, wanting to show off what’s his in her pretty outfits. and he definitely doesn’t mind when you do it too, he loves when you grab his biceps and hold them or just admire chest. he loves all parts of you, all the pink, the fashion — he’s just glad to have his pretty girl in his life.

[suugarbabe]

Hey I love your fics sm!

Could you do a fic where either Theo,Fred, or Matteo (you pick) are pining after reader. Like how James does for Lily. Constantly asking reader out and trying to get their attention but they thinks he’s joking and doesn’t actually like them.

either fem reader or nb.

yes yes yes how cuuuute; I picked matty baby :)

After a few weeks of rejection, you’d figured he’d let up, maybe just move on and try someone else. But Mattheo Riddle was nothing if not persistent.

It had started off simple really, him just walking up to you in the great hall one afternoon, making the long trek across the room to the Hufflepuff table, clearing his throat to get your attention. It was startling to see him and his mop of dark brown curls looking softer than usual, a tender yet confident smile on his lips.

Some of the others at your table were easily swooned, but you were suspicious. “What are you doing over here?” the question slipping from your lips maybe a little more harshly than you had originally intended. But your tone of reply didn’t seem to matter, as all Mattheo needed was your undivided attention to begin speaking. “I was wondering if you wanted to study for the charms exam with me, maybe like a little study date?”

Date? He was joking, right. “I don’t think so, no. Thanks, though.” You got up from your table after that, making your way to your next class.

Mattheo was left a little stunned. But now very determined.

Being in different houses usually meant that you were able to avoid most people from other ones, but Mattheo seemed to be showing up everywhere he usually wasn’t since that first day in the great hall.

After potions one day soon after the first exchange he had materialized next to you, “Can I carry your bag for you?” You had declined, beginning to walk faster down the corridor. He had simply lengthened his stride to keep up, “Really, it’s no trouble and I want to do it.”

You rolled your eyes, “I’m more than capable, thanks. I don’t need someone else to carry my things for me.” Mattheo smiled nervously, “No, I know I was just..I mean, I’m just trying to show you I can be a nice guy is all. Thought maybe we could…talk on the way to your next class.”

“Can’t talk, Mattheo. Gotta get going,” then you turned the corner, leaving him standing defeated while the mass of other students moved around him.

After that, it’s like he took your rejection as a challenge. Starting to slip notes in your robe pocket somehow without even being seen; sending your favorite treats to your dorm via housemates; even paying the frog choir to serenade you in the courtyard last Saturday.

Truly, it was all a little (lot) embarrassing, but you were also finding it kind of…endearing? that he was actually trying so hard. So determined to show you how much he liked you and wanted everyone else to know it, too.

It was the end of classes, right before the weekend. You had just come down the stairs and heading toward another set to get to your common room when all of a sudden you slammed right into the front of Mattheo. “Merlin’s tits, were you there a second ago?” You rubbed your forehead which hit directly into his chest as you looked both ways beside you.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, er, I mean, erm, yeah I’m sorry. I just…okay,” he ran a hand through his curls before pulling down at the sides. He seemed a little more nervous than when he usually stopped you or vied for your attention.

“I know you’re probably going to say no���I mean you say no all the time, but I’m going to try it anyway…erm, my mates and I are going into Hogsmeade this weekend and I was just wondering if…maybe you’d like to come with me? Er, us. It can just be a friends thing!” Mattheo held his hands out in front of him, a small line of defense to what he assumed was your impending rejection.

You held your arms over your stomach, shifting your weight to one foot while you gnawed on the inside of your cheek. You looked at Mattheo, his eyebrows slightly raised and an anxious smile. “Okay,” you finally replied and Mattheo’s face dropped completely before he shook his head back and forth like he was clearing his thoughts.

“Wait, what? What did you say?”

Giggling softly, you answered him again, “I said okay. Like yes, Mattheo I will go to Hogsmeade with you. Just as friends.”

Without really thinking, Mattheo engulfed you in a hug, squeezing tightly and rocking you back and forth, “Holy Helga, yes, YES!” He pulled back, holding you at arms length, “I’ll take it, it’s a start.” He gave you a flirty wink, then quickly ran off, shouting down the corridor that he’d meet you for breakfast the next morning

[l3viat8an]

Hey I’m back on my Diavolo and thigh riding shit. 

So if you would imagine with me,,,

sitting on the sofa with Dia and you two are making out and it’s getting hot so he pulls you into his lap so you can straddle him and you stop for a sec, biting your lip and now he knows what you want. He opens his legs and lets you climb on one thigh, he’s gripping your hips and guiding you as you grind down on his muscular thigh and your whimpering and he’s hard then he gently bounces his leg and squeezes your hips as you move quicker and cum in your panties 

dunno if I have a sign off yet so just call me “Dia anon” ;-) 

Nsfw!

Thigh riding with Dia is a weakness for me omll Like I’m imagining-

CW; thigh riding duh, spanking at the end. oh ‘n the reader wearing a skirt! But it’s only mentioned once jskjs

Grinding on Diavolo’s thigh, slowly at first, your skirt bunching up around your waist as your fingers get tangled in his hair, exchanging messy kisses back and forth between you two. his hands gripping your hips, guiding you, rocking your hips just a little faster and bouncing his knee up just right so it’s rubbing against the growing wet spot on your underwear.

not to mention the way you’re straddling his leg means your knee keeps brushing against his hard cock and every time he guides you hips it’s as if he’s pulling you closer-

your body already feels like it’s on edge from neediness as your orgasm approaches faster then you expect. the kisses stop as you shift a little, pressing your face into his neck now sucking and biting marks into his neck, moaning against his skin. 

the steady bouncing of his knee helps push you closer and closer to your orgasm. your little moans getting louder, your fingers still tangled in his hair tug a letter harder as your legs shake as you cum on his thigh.

when you catch your breath and start to sit up, to pull away Diavolo pulls you right back in chuckling, “you made a mess, darling. you know what happens now.” he pats his lap and you sigh, moving from sitting on his thigh to laying over his lap. the wet spot on his pant leg now under your stomach. and he chuckles again, rubbing his palm over your ass, before giving it a test first, almost playful slap. you don’t even try to hide your moan- and Diavolo knows how much you enjoy this part too, saying, “oh this is going to be fun~” as he lifts his hand to give your ass another slap…

[marvelsswansong]

Imagine corio seeing a woman flirt with r he’s so confused cuz he’s used to disgusting men after her only

no but like seriously 🌞👉👈

Corio isn't oblivious to the fact that there is a price for dating someone as beautiful as you. Namely, that others - doesn't matter if they're complete strangers or close working colleagues - will secretly want you, with some of them even being bold enough to try and entice you.

This is all much to his annoyance, as he tries being very public about the fact that you're his. Think constant arm around your waist, aggressive kisses in public, loudly calling you 'darling' from across the room. But that doesn't seem to deter everyone.

Especially not the types of men in the Capitol.

If he's feeling calmer that day, he might just stop at glaring at the man whilst pulling you away by the waist, or knocking the breath of you by suddenly grabbing your face and kissing you fiercely for the crowd of men to see. If he's in a sour mood, or it's been a hard week, you have to be careful to keep an eye on the blonde in case he flies into a fit of rage and his mind starts to scan the room for whatever is sharp and capable of causing damage.

"Sometimes I feel as if I have to babysit you." you would tease after one particularly harsh night, where you and Corio get thrown out of a house party after he smashed another man's face into the wall and then proceeded to twist the man's arm to the point of almost breaking a bone. Granted, the man had been extremely aggressive towards you and making very inappropriate comments, but it'd been rather awkward to see the stranger be carried onto an ambulance whilst the head of the household ordered the both of you out.

Chest heaving and knuckles still bruised from the impact, he'd just kiss you again, his tongue tasting of copper.

"Can't help it. You're too pretty." he whispers, and all your criticisms of him would fly out the window.

But Coriolanus is always less guarded when it's a woman around you. After all, you have so many best friends who are women, you spend so much time around grandma'am and Tigirs, and so on. He just associates women being around you with platonic love and comfort.

So when you leave him to go get some drinks at the bar, a fancy upper east side bar you've been begging to go to, he's too busy searching the room for potential men who approach you to notice the red haired woman beelining towards you. She bumps into you 'on accident', pink champagne spilling over the tip of the glass just a bit - a light splash on your jeans, but nothing too bad.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry." she quickly says, grabbing a nearby napkin to hand it off to you. Coriolanus watches the interaction from the back of the club, the specifics of your conversation with her unintelligble over the loud music, but he doesn't think anything much of it. Even when the auburn haired woman's fingers brush against yours whilst exchanging the napkin.

He watches as you smile politely at her, probably telling her that it's okay, before turning around to the bartender to make an order. The woman next to you continues to talk to you through out the exchange, which again doesn't raise any red flags to Corio.

After all, women are very friendly by nature. It's normal that someone, especially a stranger who feels bad for spilling a drink on you, wants to continue to talk to you.

You don't think much of it either on your end, other than thinking that she - Clara, she tells you her name after a soft giggle - is very nice.

It's only when the drinks arrive and the woman stops you, lightly sitting you back down and brushing away the hair from your eyes, that Coriolanus starts feeling rather odd. The sudden wide eyes on your face and the red haired woman's smirk, before she slides you a piece of paper from her back pocket and lets you go, raises a lot of questions in his mind.

His top options? Something along the lines of bribery or illegal drugs. Or maybe she's using you to get something from him. Or maybe she wants something from your family.

What he doesn't expect, is for you to come back totally speechless, fingers deftly hanging onto the small piece of paper. You look somewhere between embarrassed and shocked, refusing to meet your boyfriend's eyes as you sit down next to him. He frowns at that, patting his lap instead.

Normally, you'd sit on his legs without a second thought. This time though, you hesitate.

"What'd she want? Drugs? Mone-" he growls, only to be cut off by the stranger.

"So you weren't lying. You do have a boyfriend." the red haired woman cuts into the conversation, now sitting on the velvet chair across from you. Coriolanus swears his jaw almost drops when the woman laughs seductively, winking at you whilst uncrossing her legs.

"You can sit on my lap instead, honey."

"I, you- I just-" Coriolanus starts speaking in an attempt to swear or scare her off, but his mind totally blanks.

You've never seen your boyfriend this flustered. His pale complexion breaks into a dark shade of red, his usually stern gaze darting back and forth between you and the woman, his speech stuttered and jumbled. It's YOU who ends up having the composure to let her down gently, holding out the paper with her phone number out towards her and informing her that you love your boyfriend very much and you're not that interested.

She pouts at that, and it makes your boyfriend's jaw clench so hard his face aches.

"Aw... alright, darling. But keep the paper. You know, just in case you wanna play."

With a wink and a hair flip, she disappears into the dark crowd of sweaty bodies and loud music. It's only then that your boyfriend snaps into action, taking the paper into his hands and shredding it to pieces.

"She called you darling." he snarls, angry. "Only I get to call you darling."

You just giggle, kissing away his sour expression, before tugging at his sleeves.

"Come on, forget about it. Let's just dance." you say, the alcohol in your veins still making you feel buzzed. He complies, never being able to say no to you, but the entire night, he can't help but hold you very close and glare at everyone who approaches you or even looks at you.

Regardless of their gender.

Now, he has to protect you from everyone, he thinks.

BONUS SCENARIO (later in the night)

You've had one too many drinks and yell into Coriolanus' ear that you really need to go to the bathroom. You clutch your handbag and stumble into the corridor, leaving your boyfriend alone by the bar. A stunning blonde woman slides into the empty seat next to him, glossy lips parting to ask a question.

Thinking she's going to hit on him, he raises his right hand, stopping her on the spot.

"I'm not interested, sorry."

The woman scoffs at that, ordering a tequila shot and almost glaring at him.

"Neither am I, genius. I was just wondering if you knew the name of the cutie who just went to the bathroom."

The moment you come back, he practically drags you out of the bar and hails a cab back to the apartment.

He's had enough of women trying to steal you from him. At least for that night.

a/n: hope you guys like this small type of blurbs too in between major fics hehe

[anakinstwinklebunny]

new hayden fan nonnie again, i am ready to officially join the fam (if you’ll have me)! may i be 🐮 anon?

also i have a fic request! would you be open to writing one where nerdy!anakin meeting his favorite book author who happens to be reader? or anakin could be the book author and the reader is the fan? either sounds cute to me, have fun with it!

thank you, bunny!!

- 🐮

PAIRING: writer!nerd!anakin x f!reader/ nerd!anakin x f!writer!reader

Author's note: OFC YOU CAN POOKIE!! and that's such a cute emoji 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ (couldn't help myself and made two scenarios you mentioned)

𝓕𝓛𝓤𝓕𝓕 ❦

You weren’t nervous.

Nope. Not at all.

Just because you were about to meet the ANAKIN SKYWALKER, the actual author of your favorite book series—the one whose words had ruined you, rebuilt you, and left you obsessing over every single character, every emotion described on the paper—did not mean you had to freak out.

Except, you were totally freaking out.

Fingers clutched his book against your chest as if it may shield you from crushing your nerves adrenaline, while you stood in line, shifting on your feet, trying not to think about the fact that in a few minutes, you’d be face-to-face with him.

And then suddenly— way too soon—it was your turn.

You stepped forward, heart pounding. Hands sweating

He looked up.

Oh.

You were not prepared for how pretty he was in real life.

The grainy black-and-white author photo in the book didn’t do him justice—those messy curls framed his face in a way that made your stomach flip, glasses sat slightly crooked on his nose, and his sweater sleeves were pushed up, exposing lean forearms dusted with veins running up his body

God really took his time creating him.

He blinked at you, pushing his glasses up with two fingers. “Hi.”

His voice was soft, a little hesitant, like he wasn’t really used to this—like he didn’t know the power, the impact he had.

You swallowed, barely keeping your composure. “H-Hi,” you managed, setting his, well..yours, book down in front of him. “I—um—I love your books. A lot. Like, I might have reread them too many times.”

A soft flush crept up his neck. He ducked his head, scribbling something in the book. “That’s—uh—thank you. That means a lot. Really.”

Your heart clenched. He was adorable.

You leaned forward slightly, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “I have to know—how did you come up with him?” You tapped the book cover, referring to the broody, tortured love interest that had single-handedly ruined your life. “Because I swear, he haunts my dreams.”

Anakin let out a breathy laugh, looking up at you with this disgustingly-twisting-gut eyes “Uh—he just… appeared, I guess.” He smiled sheepishly. “You’re actually, um, not the first person to say that.”

You grinned. “Well, he’s perfect. And kind of my biggest crush.”

His pen froze mid-signature.

Oh my gosh..what have you done?

He cleared his throat, fumbling slightly as he handed the book back to you. “That’s—uh—good to know.”

You peeked at what he’d written, expecting just a simple signature. But beneath his name, a small note made your breath hitch and your lips to crack in a small, nervous smile:

«To the girl with excellent taste—if you ever want to discuss my characters over coffee, let me know.»

Your head snapped up. He was already looking at you, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

Your stomach flipped.

ANAKIN SKYWALKER had planned this day for weeks. Checked the bookstore’s event schedule at least a dozen times. He had to make sure he was on the right time, the right day, wore the right clothes for this occasion. For weeks he had practiced what he’d say in the mirror, only to stammer like an idiot each time. But now that he was here, standing in line, gripping a hardcover copy of your book so tightly his knuckles were white—he felt like he might pass out.

The line moved too quickly. One second, he was behind a group of fans, and the next—

“Next, please!”

His breath caught in his throat.

Sitting behind the table, a warm, inviting smile on your lips painted your face as you reached for his book. “Hi,” you greeted, voice soft, smooth, the same voice he’d listened to in countless interviews. “What’s your name?”

He opened his mouth. Nothing came out.

God.

You were even prettier in real life.

“I—uh, it’s Anakin,” he managed, adjusting his glasses like it would somehow fix the fact that he was a mess. “I—wow, okay, sorry, I just—uh, I love your books. Like, a lot.”

A soft laugh left you, and his heart nearly stopped, did a flip, hit his insides and went back to its place.

“That’s really sweet. Thank you, Anakin.” You took the book from his shaking hands and flipped to the title page. Gosh, you said his name in the most sweetest way possible. Was it how heaven felt like? “Do you want me to write anything specific?”

“Uh, um—” He cursed himself for being so awkward, so nervous. He was a grown man for Force’s sake. “I—your characters. The way you write them. It’s like they’re real.” He pushed his glasses up again, desperate to say something intelligent but it made no sense in the sudden conversation. “I feel like I know them. Like they’ve… changed me.”

Your pen stilled. Slowly, you lifted your gaze to meet his.

For a second, he panicked—had he said too much? Sounded too intense? Was it too weird? But then, your expression softened

“That’s probably the best thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

Anakin swore his heart exploded.

You smiled, scribbling something inside his book before sliding it back to him. “I’m really glad my stories meant something to you, Anakin.”

He stared at the book, at your signature, but what was the most important was the small note beneath it:

«To Anakin—thank you for feeling my words the way they were meant to be felt.»

His throat went dry.

Before he could even think, the words slipped out. “Would you—” He swallowed hard. “Would you ever want to talk about writing? Over coffee? Or tea—if you like tea, that’s totally fine, I—”

Your lips twitched. “Are you asking me out?”

His face burned. “I—uh—”

But then you grinned.

Oh.

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Maybe at the end of the day this was a story worth writing, too.

[zorosdimples]

mdni. cw: hybrids, oral fixations, spit. my (not so) long-awaited return to the tiger hybrid yuuji-verse.

Sunday afternoons are usually spent like this: lazing on the couch with your tiger hybrid, his broad frame curled around yours as he shields you from the stress of your impending work week. Your face is buried in his strong chest and his chin rests atop your head.

Yuuji chuffs in contentment when you reach up to scratch his rosy ears; the vocalization puffs against your hair as his soft tail gently bats your hip. When you try to withdraw your hand, he whines, chasing you with his nose. As you let him nuzzle into your touch, he begins lapping at your skin.

You chuckle; you’ve grown fond of his clinginess. “Hm?”

His affection dances from the center of your palm to the tip of your pointer finger, and he wraps his tongue around the digit before nipping the pad. He pulls away from your comforting scent and warmth—barely, as his breath ghosts your flesh—and his striped ears twitch.

“You know how you told me to come to you when I need anything?” Yuuji asks.

You hum. “Of course.”

“Well,” he gulps, cheeks blooming a ruddy color that matches his hair, “could you, um, play with my mouth?”

Unsure of where he’s headed with his request, you quirk an eyebrow.

“The vet said I had to stop chewing so much ice—remember?”

“Yeah. It’s bad for your teeth if you do it too often.”

He nods. “And I've chewed through all of my toys.”

“No new toys until next month, Yuu. They’re too expensive to replace on a weekly basis. Unfortunately, I’m not made of money.”

The hybrid’s ears flatten against his head. “I know. But my mouth feels so empty.” He shifts a little, now fidgeting with the fuzzy tip of his tail. “I—um, just need something to occupy it. My gums ache, and my jaw hurts because I keep clenching. I try to work everything out on my own, but I… I thought maybe you could help.”

Wide, sweet, earnest, Yuuji’s gaze is rich caramel. You feel a little flustered by his request—you aren’t exactly sure why—but you couldn’t possibly say no to him. You offer Yuuji a reassuring smile. “There’s no need for you to be embarrassed; I’m always happy to help. Now: open wide for me.”

Your willingness draws a pleased chuff from him, and he complies, baring his maw. Accentuated by glinting incisors, rows of honed teeth would be a frightening sight for an onlooker. But the hybrid would rather wither away than hurt a fly (unless the fly was trying to harm you). You begin by running a finger along his slick gums, gingerly massaging the pink tissue.

Garbled whines flutter past Yuuji’s drooling tongue; his eyes water, irises hazy with relief. By the time you reach his molars, you have to hold his tongue down with your middle and ring fingers, using your index to rub around his teeth. Spit pools at the bottom of his mouth and dribbles down his chin. A pleased sigh leaves his stretched lips, and his hips jerk forward, something firm brushing against your belly.

Blood rushes to your face. You swallow dryly, acutely aware of your intimate position. “Are you hard, Yuuji?”

The hybrid doesn’t try to deny it. “Thowy,” he pants with your fingers heavy on his tongue. Dew collects at his temples and his neck is blush. But instead of putting space between your bodies, he squirms closer—until his bulge presses against you, his syrupy gaze slowing your mind and seeping into your limbs.

Arousal knots itself deep in your core as you stare at your companion—hot, needy, eager. Against your better judgment, you grind against him. Losing focus, he roughly grabs your hips, mouth closing around your digits to lave and suck. He rolls onto his back and hoists you on top of him, angling you so that his throbbing length rubs you right where you need.

“Fuck,” you hiss, unable to do anything but roll your hips and chase pleasure. You extract your fingers from Yuuji’s mouth, cradling his burning face before melting into him, a heap of spit and teeth and tongue.

“I’m s-sorry,” he groans against your lips as he kneads your ass, tail grazing your ankle. “Gonna make it up to you—promise.”

[marycorcaroli]

sanji & usopp as a pussy drunk boyfriends ♡

req: Those pussy drunk Zoro/Luffy blurbs were so fucking good omg!!! Could you do one with Sanj pleasei? He's PEAK character for this scenario!!

mary♡: thank you for sending me a request and thank you for the lovely words! 🍡💛 i decided to write this right away and not wait any longer, i also decided to include usopp here, hope you like it! also i apologize for my mistakes, english is not my first language 💌

sanji

sanji is so neat but too impatient when it comes to licking you. from the first time you met him he only dreamed of spreading your legs and doing everything he could to your clit, sanji imagined it night after night until the moment he could finally show you he would show you the most real orgasm with his tongue. he will start with something small, he will slowly kiss your wet folds while unbuckling his belt to touch his cock, sanji is so pathetic, you just let him lick you and he is ready to cum. when he does pull his cock out - you're dead. my boy, he grabs you firmly by the hips and literally glues you to his face, he burrows into you like he hasn't drank water in months, greedily kissing your cunnie, he starts whimpering from you and your moans, you're making him really pathetic. he tries to burrow as deep into you as he can to taste all of your flavor, his fingers rubbing your nipples as he waits for the moment of your squirt. he will speed up his tongue with every second, he won't let time just pass, sanji will make sure it's just him and his tongue in your head at the end.

"sanji, please, i-i'm-i'm coming now," blows his mind. he has waited so long for those words tears run down his cheeks, you are the most beautiful girl to him and now he is licking you. his legs start shaking and his whimpering doesn't stop until the next moment you scream "sanji!" squirting on his face. you blessed him with it, he felt like he hadn't felt yet n when thinking about it, sanji didn't notice how he was cumming all over your bed and you at the same time, you caught him in the most interesting role, without even touching him he cum from you and will do it again and again. he doesn't care how much you're trembling and your legs are woozy, he just can't get away from you, sanji swallows all your juices and smears the rest on his face and looks in the mirror to realize he's found paradise between your legs and won't leave until he faints.

usopp.

my sweet boy and my sunshine loves your cunnie so much. his tongue is so soft and nice, he will do the naughtiest things to you that you could never dream of. usopp is like a man who will dream about someone's pussy all the time, he won't hear conversations, he wants to lick you now and here. he will cry with happiness as soon as you let him get on his knees and lick you completely, he will be so happy that he will completely forget about tenderness and decency, he suddenly doesn't care, now, he only thinks about you, your moans and your already swollen clit. usopp has lost all other thoughts, he starts licking you in a second, you haven't had time to undress yet, but that's even better for him, he'll wet your panties with his drool and pornographic moans, and sniff the residue like he's sniffed something forbidden, something that will take him to the most obscene place in this universe. there is so much lust in him, usopp can't hear your moans anymore, he can hear your wet cunnie responding to him, the way your clit pulses when he touches it with his nose and the way your body twitches when he finds all your hot spots again. it's like usopp is in heat, he can't live without your juices and the opportunity to lick you anywhere, he'll get so cranky and beg you "no, please let me...i-i'll make you feel good, i beg you", it'll go on and on until you say yes and he'll stop. swallowing everything you give him and he still can't get enough, he literally wants to eat you to savor the taste of your cunt. his tongue won't stop surprising you with its skill, and his nose won't stop hitting you in the points where you need it. usopp is waiting for you to cum all over his face, the juices are running down his body and the lustful phrases keep coming out of his filthy mouth, he's covered in your cum, his body lost in the moment you cum and now he's waiting for you to get on all fours and let him eat your ass.

[hannahbarberra162]

Pipe Dreams (Yan Childhood Friend Sabo x Reader)

I got this as an ask so long ago and lost it but I do have a screenshot of it. Here's the prompt:

This is not entirely what you asked for Nonnie but I hope it scratches your itch. It's a little light on the Yan but I hope you can see where it's going :3

On Ao3

TW: abusive husband mentioned (not Sabo ofc)

WC: ~4.5k

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“Hurry!” you yelled at the servants rushing down the hall to the small steel doors at the back of the large hall. You were trying to move them as quickly as you could before the Revolutionary Army found them and conscripted them to service - or worse. You had a crying child in your arms as you ran towards the doors, the mother carrying the younger sibling towards the safety of the escape hatch. There was no doubt in your mind that you needed all the servants behind the impenetrable doors in the bunker. They’d be safe in there and if they needed to, they could take the tunnel to the cove where you kept a ship in case of such emergencies.

Your husband didn’t know about these contingency plans, of course. He would tell you that spending money on servants was a waste and that they could fend for themselves should any kind of crisis arise. But you couldn’t reconcile that idea with the people who took care of you and your estate every single day. They were people with emotions, feelings, families, just like you. Not that you said any of this to your husband, he would have beat you for such outlandish ideas. 

No, you just waited until he was drunk and raided his vault of Beri and jewels. Since that happened every day he was at the estate, you were able to amass quite a bit of money for renovations in case of attack. He was also often absent from the estate, off with other nobles drinking, gambling, and whoring. You didn’t mind that he sought out other women, it kept him from bothering you. In fact, you strongly preferred when he was gone, the air on the estate was much less tense than when he was present. 

Since you’d become a noble’s wife, you’d heard endless tales of what happened to those islands unfortunate enough to have their estates ransacked by pirates or the Revolutionary Army. The nobles always focused on the looting of riches, the burning of the estates and the loss of property but you found the fortune of the servants to be the most horrific of all. Your husband had told you that noble servants were taken as front line cannon fodder by the Revolutionary Army whereas pirates would sell them directly into the slave trade. It was said that noble women would be taken as concubines for Commanders in the best of cases or whores for the army if they were too mouthy. When you had first taken up the mantle of being in charge of your husband’s estate in his absence you decided that protecting those who depended on you would be your primary goal and no one would come to harm while working under your supervision.

Even though you were born of a noble family yourself, you never felt like you fit in with noble society, even as a child. Maybe it had something to do with being the fourth daughter born to your parents. By the time you were born they already had three perfect noble daughters to marry off later in life. You were brash, wild, and difficult to control unlike your golden sisters. Your parents were also much older when they had you, there was a considerable gap between you and your next sister. All in all, that meant you were often left to your own devices as a child, allowed to roam free in the Goa Kingdom. You’d had the time of your life until your parents married you off - too young in your opinion - and your childhood had come to an abrupt end. 

As you learned via your husband’s vicious fist to acclimate yourself to noble society as an adult, you found yourself reflecting on your childhood more and more as the years crept by. You would catch yourself staring at the forest on your lonely island, wondering how your childhood friends were doing, if they were well. When you did have the rare chance to leave your island estate, you quickly learned to keep your prior adventures to yourself. The women turned up their noses to you and the men found you crude and distasteful. 

Even though you’d felt stifled by the snobby and suffocating noble society, you hadn’t spent most of your time within the confines of your familial home. You enjoyed sneaking out of your parent’s estate and playing all day long in the woods, coming home only when you completely ran out of food or needed some kind of supply. Your parents and governesses had tried various means of locking you in your rooms but they’d never been able to keep you inside, your desire for adventure too strong to be overcome by mere locks.

And those adventures most often included your friends Ace, Luffy, and Sabo. You’d met the brothers one day when you and Ace had both aimed for the same tiger to kill for food, your spear shoved through its skull as Ace’s pipe struck it on the head. You believed it was yours, Ace said it was his, and the two of you were wrestling in the dirt with Luffy cheering Ace on in the background. Sabo had intervened in the fight, breaking it up by forcing the two of you apart by nudging you with his lead pipe as you sat on Ace’s chest, punching him.

“Wait, Ace. What’s going on here? This girl’s a noble, she’ll be nothing but trouble,” the blonde boy asked, looking you up and down suspiciously. You spat blood on the ground and crossed your arms. How did he figure it out? Sure, you were wearing a dress but a lot of girls did, that wasn’t enough to have him mark you as a noble.

“So’re you, doesn’t mean anything,” you countered, annoyed that he’d stopped the fight while you had the upper hand.

“Am not! These are my brothers,” he huffed, pointing to the other two boys. They were obviously not blood brothers, the blonde so different looking than his siblings.

“Are too! Look at your stupid hat and cravat. You’re definitely a noble,” you teased, sticking out your tongue. You were a head taller than either of the two older boys and guessed you were a few years older. Still, being a petulant brat was more fun than taking the higher ground any day.

“Well, that string of expensive beads around your neck shows that you’re one too!” the blonde said, sticking his tongue back out at you. The other two brunette boys were now just watching the exchange, though the older of the two was gripping his own lead pipe now and frowning at you. Looking down, you realized you were still wearing the stupid jewelry that your mother had forced on you earlier that day. Shrugging, you reached behind your neck and unclasped the necklace to pool it in your palm. Extending it to the oldest dark haired boy, you offered it to him.

“Want this?” you asked, genuinely disinterested in the fate of the necklace. The boy eyed it warily. He was scuffed and bleeding from your earlier fight but didn’t pay much attention to his wounds.

“It looks like Dadan’s!” the smaller boy said excitedly, reaching for the necklace. His older brother narrowed his eyes and smacked the boy’s hand away from your own. 

“ ‘M Ace. Gimme this and you can have the tiger,” he said, grabbing the necklace quickly. 

“But then what will we eat?” whined the young boy while he rubbed his stomach. Ace shrugged.

“We’re good hunters, we can find something else Luffy. She can have it since she won’t be able to get anything else probably,” Ace derided you with a smirk. You saw red as you grabbed him by the front of his ugly tank top.

“Won’t be able to get anything else probably? What the fuck -”

“Oooh she said a bad word, Sabo’s gonna be mad,” Luffy said with a grin, pointing at you.

“Sabo? Like, Outlook and Didit’s son? I heard you died. That’s what all the adults were whispering about the last time I was home,” you said with confusion, letting go of Ace’s shirt. Coming up to study the blonde’s face, you squinted as you looked him over.

“You seem pretty alive to me. Unless you’re a ghost or something,” you mused, rubbing your chin. 

“Sabo’s a ghost?!?” cried Luffy, clutching his face in horror.

“ ‘M not a ghost, idiot,” Sabo scoffed at Luffy. Turning to you, he sized you up as well. “So they think I’m dead?” he asked curiously. You shrugged, getting your paring knife from your pack.

“Dunno, didn’t stick around too long to listen, I had stuff to do. Got stuff to do now too - if you guys help me skin this thing I’ll share the meat. ‘S too much for me and I don’t like wasting food,” you said offhand. The truth was skinning was your least favorite part of the meat preparation process and you wanted to trick them into doing it for you. 

“I’ll do it!!” Luffy offered, reaching for the knife. His arm extended past what he should have been able to reach, making your eyes widen.

“Uh…is that normal?” you asked, turning to Sabo as you smacked Luffy’s hand away from you. It retracted like a rubber band, snapping back to Luffy. You knew you were a sheltered noble kid but even so you were pretty sure regular people couldn’t turn their arms into rubber. It was Sabo’s turn to shrug as he replied.

“For Luffy it is. Let him do this part, we can start the fire.” 

One tiger meat meal later and you became friends with the three brothers. You spent your days adventuring in the forest with them, hunting and exploring what the world had to offer. They taught you to fight using a lead pipe and in return you taught them some of your fishing techniques. They never made fun of you for being a noble but occasionally teased you for being a girl or being unable to stand up to pee. You didn’t mind though, you could tell it was good natured, unlike when your sisters told you that you were ugly or stupid like a wild animal. You started returning home more frequently to raid the pantry and storage for things the brothers needed or wanted for their tree house. It was harder to sneak out with coils of rope or entire dried hams but it was worth it to sleep in a pile with your friends under the night sky, finally feeling loved and wanted for once in your short life. 

As you spent more time with the brothers, you found yourself gravitating towards Sabo. You shared a lot in common with him and felt the closest connection to him emotionally. You told him about life with your sisters and parents and he shared a little about his own home life. He was funny and cute, and could be sweet when he wanted to be. One night as Ace and Luffy laid in a pile snoring by the fire, you and Sabo were the only two left awake under the stars. The two of you sat side by side in silence and stared into the flames, each of you with your own thoughts.

“Maybe when I get older I could marry you and we could live in the forest. I wouldn’t have to live in a stupid castle or go to boring dinner parties and we could have fun instead,” you said quietly, breaking the silence. Sabo didn’t turn his head or answer for a few moments of silence, making your face flame in embarrassment. You wrapped your arms around your shins, hugging them close, putting your chin on the tops of your knees.

“I was just jok-” you started to say, trying to take it back before he could make fun of you.

“Ok,” Sabo answered, now looking at you. The left side of his face looked like it was covered in flames as the fire light danced over his skin.

“O-ok?” you stuttered in surprise, unwrapping your arms from your shins.

“I don’t plan on going back to my family ever. But if you need to marry someone, I want it to be me,” Sabo said, standing on his knees to put his hands on your shoulders. You mirrored his stance and were now both on your knees with hands on each other's shoulders, looking into each other’s faces.

“Do you promise?” you whispered as Sabo stared at your face.

“I do. But let’s get married now so we don’t have to wait,” Sabo said, nodding his head as if in agreement with himself.

“How do we do that?” you asked, unsure what the process of marriage actually entailed.

“All we have to do is kiss on the lips, that’s what adults do. I read in a book once that a promise borne in flames is a promise forever kept, so we can do it by the fire to make it permanent,” Sabo said, cupping his hands on your cheeks. You nodded, your eyes on his lips. You’d never kissed anything besides your cat’s head before, you weren’t sure what to do but Sabo seemed to know so you let him lead.

He used his hands to pull you closer to his body as his eyes closed. It seemed like the thing to do so you scrunched yours shut as well and leaned in while pushing your lips into a circle. Your pursed lips made contact with his own for a few seconds before he pulled away. It was a little weird feeling, a little slimy, but you felt something right settle over your shoulders as Sabo looked into your eyes again. 

“You don’t have to go back home now or marry anyone else. We’re married,” Sabo said solemnly. You nodded back at him, sitting down on your butt again. Sabo did the same but this time you leaned your head against his shoulder. It was a heady feeling to get married under the stars but shortly thereafter you fell asleep on your new husband as he watched the fire die down. 

Unfortunately, life didn’t remain as idyllic as it was during your time with the ASL brothers. Shortly thereafter, Sabo died in a boating accident, and your parents had you married off to a noble fifteen years your senior a few weeks later. They said that since they couldn’t control you, they found someone who could. Your will to defy his orders eventually diminished as the years went on, your battered and bruised body unable to take continuous abuse. After you were married you weren’t able to keep in contact with Ace and Luffy, stuck by yourself in your isolated island estate. Your only source of information was what your husband told you or the old newspapers he’d leave behind in his office but those were months if not years out of date. You stopped trying to escape after your husband broke your leg after the third attempt and settled into a depressing life as a noble lady, putting your energy into improving the lives of those around you.

Which meant that you had to get everyone through the metal doors before the Revolutionary Army found them. You heard the sounds of fighting and yelling as the guards closest to your hall were engaged by the Army combatants. Although the guards were brave and dutiful, you’d seen the ship the RA had come in on and heard the tales of their strength - your friends would be no match for the revolutionaries. You had begged the guards to join the servants and leave the island but they had refused, preferring to fight the incoming intruders.

“We must hurry! Engage the doors!” you yelled at the elderly men working the metal doors. They began the slow process of sealing the room as servants continued to flood through. You were glad you’d ordered them to start since the fighting sounded like it was right outside the door to the hall. Handing off the child in your arms to one of your maids, you grabbed a lead pipe leaning against one of the cream colored walls and began running towards the entry point to the hall.

“My Lady! You must -” your closest servant Isla called to you as you ran towards the locked entry doors. 

“Get everyone through to safety. Once the last of you are in, do not open the door. Not for any reason - no matter what you hear! Do you understand me?” you yelled at a pale faced Isla.

“Y-yes, milady,” she said as the banging on the door grew louder, the wooden beam across it beginning to bow. Facing the door, you held your pipe in two hands and lowered yourself to ready, just like Ace had taught you all those years ago. You hadn’t fought in a long time but your body retained some of the muscle memory as you crouched down. Although you kept your face hard, you were quaking inside. Whoever was on the other side of the door was incredibly strong, the wood barrier creaking under the strain that they were putting on it. You imagined there would be at least a dozen fighters who would take you right there - or if you were unlucky make an example out of you. 

“Milady, everyone is in, please -” but Isla’s voice was drowned out by the wood beam shattering, sending wood shavings all over the floor and yourself.

“CLOSE THE DOORS ISLA!” you screamed at her, still facing the opponents you couldn’t yet see. If the gate didn’t close, everything you had worked for would be for naught. The telltale sound of the metal door banging shut and the latch locking in place had you exhaling slightly now that all your servants were hidden and safe. The only person who was left was you and you’d come to terms with your own mortality long ago. Squaring your shoulders, you held your pipe out in front of you as you waited for your enemies to approach.

The ornate wooden doors in front of you opened slowly as the locks gave way. Only one person seemed to be emerging from the smoke and carnage beyond the doors. Your hands tightened around your pipe - if there was only one person they were incredibly strong to have defeated all those guards and broke through the doors by themselves. As the man passed into the light, you saw a familiar top hat and cravat. This time though, they weren’t on the body of a child but on a full grown man. 

“S-sabo?” you whispered, half dropping your pipe to the ground. You picked it back up quickly - this was no time for a reunion with a ghost. Sabo was dead and whoever stood in front of you was not your childhood friend but an enemy who came to hurt your people. His eyes opened wider, though one was covered in scar tissue from an old wound.

“C-come no further - there’s nothing for you here!” you yelled, twirling your pipe in your hands. You noticed he held his own lead pipe in his left hand, though his had blood dripping onto your floor. 

“Yes, I saw you left the vaults open before we even breached the walls. Quite a strategy,” the man replied calmly. You stiffened and gripped your pipe so tight your knuckles were white.

“If it's riches you want, they’re all there. The kitchens are open, as are the food stores and stables. Th-there’s nothing else in the estate,” you hissed, watching the man warily. He was walking around you in a narrowing circle, staring at you as though you were a missing piece of a puzzle. You gulped but didn’t run - you didn’t want to lead him to the location of your servants. 

“And your servants? Your slaves?” he asked, now too close for your comfort. You were breathing heavily not from exertion but from fear. You were spinning in place to keep yourself facing him at all times as he walked casually around you, assessing you from head to foot.

“We have no slaves, only servants. They’re safe, away from you,” you hissed as the man drew closer. 

“Did you let them run away? Or did you have them killed in advance?” he asked with genuine curiosity.

“Wh-what? N-no! How could you say such a thing? They’re gone, they’re safe, like I told you!” you said, aghast that someone could think to do such things. The man continued to stare hard at your face. 

“So that I understand, allow me to recapitulate. It is only you, the lady of the estate who remains, while your servants and staff have been ferried to safety? And we are free to take any of your wealth, food, or animals as we please?” he asked, now touching a priceless vase still on a shelf with a gloved hand. Tilting it onto its side with a finger, he watched your face as he tipped it over to the floor, shattering the porcelain. You didn’t bat an eye but kept your sights - and pipe - trained on him.

“Yes, because I know what you’d do to them. You would -”

“Let me guess. You were told they’d be taken to the RA as slaves and sent to the front lines as to die in battle. Maybe that we’d hunt them for sport, taking you as a whore for any RA commander who chose to use you. Does that summarize the matter?” he asked.

“Y-yes. And I won’t let that happen to them. You can take me - I’ll submit myself. But you will not be sacrificing my people for a fight that is not their own,” you said. Stepping over the shattered pieces of vase on the floor, he stopped circling and walked straight towards you. You crouched lower but the man used a single finger to push your pipe down past your chest while you struggled against him.

“That’s not what would happen. We free them. They’re free to leave and start new lives or join the Army if they so choose,” he stated, reaching for you. You flinched out of reflex but quickly adjusted yourself as the man frowned.

“I know what you’re doing,” you stated, no closer to righting your pipe than you were previously.

“Oh? And what would that be?” he asked with a hint of amusement in his tone.

“You’re trying to trick me, have me lower my defenses and tell you where everyone is. It’s not going to happen,” you said, swiping your pipe to the side away from his finger. With it free, you swung it to the side to hit the man across the head but he grabbed it and took the pipe out of your hands as easily as if you were a child, throwing it across the room beyond your reach. 

“It can be difficult to adjust after a lifetime of lies and propaganda,” he said calmly, not making any more movements towards you. “We save people from upper class brutality, not bring them to harm. We don’t even kill the nobles whose houses we raid. We take your money and belongings, free your workers, and leave you to your own devices. I’m sure most of you wish you were dead with no money and no servants, but we try to avoid killing people. Come with me and I’ll show you,” he said, offering his arm like an upper class gentleman would for an evening stroll.

“You’re - you’re trying to confuse me, but it won’t work! That’s why you dressed up like him, I just know it!” you yelled, taking a step backwards. The man’s eyes snapped to your own as he stepped forward.

“Like who?” he asked, his tone icy. You shivered under the intensity of his gaze as his eyes bored into your own. He already had you alone and unarmed, you might as well speak your mind.

“I-it doesn’t matter. Like someone from my childhood -”

“WHO,” he demanded, his hands reaching to grip your upper arms in an iron vice.

“S-sabo,” you said quietly, scared he was going to backhand you or shake you like your husband had so many times before. His grip and eyes softened but he didn’t let you go. There was no sound other than that of your harsh breaths as the man held you in place. After a moment, he began to speak softly.

“I - that’s me. I’m Sabo. I don’t - I can only remember part - I was in -”

“You’re not Sabo! He died!” you cried out, tears filling your eyes. You’d cried for months over his death and to hear someone lying about being him was too distressing to listen to. Ace didn’t like cry babies, he’d told you many times, but you couldn’t help but cry for your lost friend and husband. You tried to pull your arm away so you could run from this imposter.

“A promise borne in flames -” Sabo started to say, one of his gloved hands rising to cup your face.

“Is a promise forever kept,” you finished, a tear falling down your cheek. You wailed as you began crying in earnest, wrapping your arms around his torso. Clutching him towards you he put his hands around your back, patting your back gently. 

“S-Sabo, I th-thought you d-died,” you cried into his stupid cravat, the same ugly kind he’d always worn. He pulled your face gently off his chest, his hands spanning your face as he looked into your eyes.

“I don’t remember everything but some of it is coming back to me. I - we got married, right?” he asked tenderly, thumbs sweeping over your cheeks. You laughed through a hiccup.

“Yeah, we did. Sorry, I got re-married,” you joked with a small smile, motioning to the mansion you currently lived in. Sabo chuckled, settling his hands on your waist and pulling you closer.

“Did you keep in contact with Ace and Luffy? I’ve thought about all of you so many times and I -” you started to get excited, eager to hear news about the other two brothers. Sabo’s face had a faraway look as he avoided your question.

“C’mon, we’ll have plenty of time to talk about what happened,” he stated, pulling you towards the broken door by your arm. You stalled, trying to get some more time to think for a moment. You didn’t like your island estate and you certainly didn’t love or like your husband but after all those years, you didn’t know Sabo either. You didn’t think Sabo would do something terrible to you but you’d heard so many horror stories about the RA that you didn’t want to verify for truth first hand. 

“Wh - I - Sabo, this is all a lot. You can take whatever you need or want from this shithole, but I thought you said you leave -” Sabo cut you off by picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. As kids, you’d been a head taller than Sabo but now he was the taller one - and much stronger besides.

“I’m not losing you again. You’re coming with me,” he said with finality, striding towards the open doors. 

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[captain-hawks]

Thoughts on roommate!Karasu walking in on fem!reader masturbating on his bed? Maybe pillow humping?

(Really enjoy your writing style a lot btw. Idk how to explain it, it’s so eloquent)

karasu tabito x f!reader — 18+, and they were roommates, masturbation, pillow humping, fingering, squirting, thigh riding

it's not your finest moment that finds you in roommate's bed while he's out of town, admittedly.

but it's become a problem—this liquid warmth that persistently stirs in your gut in karasu's presence. this once vague, unshaped, mere passing interest that's carved itself into something far deeper and more profound this past year.

you were acquaintances when you took over the spare room in his apartment. a friend of a friend. and with how busy his football schedule keeps him (not to mention your uni classes), you anticipated easy, low maintenance cohabitation.

it was fine, until it wasn't.

until you became what could almost be considered intimately acquainted with the way his low, gravelly, sleep-rough voice echoes off of the walls of your small kitchen when you pass one another's orbit some mornings.

until you learned how his accent gets a little thicker when he's had a few drinks on the couch after a game.

until the sight of his soft, loose, wax-free hair around the apartment became more familiar than the way he styles it in public.

until he started laughing at your dumb jokes and staying up late when he's clearly exhausted after a game because he found you sprawled out in the living room stressed over an exam.

until you started to realize just how thin the walls in the apartment are late at night and learned just how his voice sounds when he's got a hand wrapped around his cock.

and now—

now—

now you're in his bed wearing nothing but panties and one of his jerseys.

(you should have taken the jersey back to your room after pilfering it from his closet. you could have. but he's been gone for a week and his room smells like his cologne and detergent. and you're stupid and weak and so fucking horny after watching his game today—)

you're in his bed with your phone propped up against one of the pillows, highlights from his match replaying on the bright screen.

when you're not pent up with more sexual frustration than your poor, overworked dildo is certified to handle after being stuffed in your cunt up to three times a day, you'll probably look back on this situation with something akin to mild horror.

you'll remember it—the way you've got the collar of karasu's jersey stuffed into your mouth, drool spilling down your chin as you moan. the way your panties are pulled taut, the lace soaked through and digging into your swollen, sensitive slit.

the way you're dizzy on the scent of your roommate as your peaked nipples brush against the fabric of his jersey.

the thing is, you'd really only intended to tease yourself atop his comforter. just enough to feel your clit begin to swell before letting your needy cunt find purchase in the stretch of the dildo waiting for you in your nightstand.

but then you put the stupid match highlights on and that goddamn play happened again. the play where karasu's shorts rode up and the camera zoomed in on his egregiously thick, muscled thighs. and you started absently rocking your hips against the pillow wedged beneath your abdomen.

then your clit caught the firm corner of the pillow and it felt so good—

you're beyond caring about the fact that karasu's pillow is now slick with your wet, sticky arousal as you continue to desperately hump it, whining and panting as you imagine that you're chasing your orgasm straddled atop one of his thighs instead.

all you care about is the hot, dripping need that your cunt is pulsing with, pleasure rapidly building in your gut as the mattress creaks in protest when your movements grow more frantic.

all that you want is—

"wow."

you freeze, panic seizing your chest.

he was supposed to be home tomorrow.

footsteps slowly traipse across the carpet until the mattress gently sinks on your left side. you don't turn to look at their owner.

"i—" your throat feels tight.

karasu leans into your space, head tilted sideways. "think this might be the hottest welcome home gift i've ever gotten."

you blink, turning your head just enough to see the smirk on his face.

"'n here i thought ya just didn't like my flirtin'" he sighs, chin in hand. "hiori told me ya were probably just shy, but that fucker otaya had me convinced ya weren't interested."

breathing in just enough air to keep your lungs going, you manage to get out, "are we really having this conversation right now?"

karasu shakes his head, "nah, you're gonna finish making a mess all over my pillow first. was rude of me to interrupt."

he grins.

you feel like a deer caught in headlights.

"unless ya want a little help—"

(you come facedown with your aching clit rubbing against his pillow and karasu's body folded over yours, his breath hot against the nape of your neck and two of his long fingers stuffed deep in your tight pussy from behind.

with "wanna feel the wet, pretty mess you leave behind for me" and "so fuckin' hot" and "good girl" murmured against the shell of your ear.)

(plans of fucking yourself on the thick erection pressed against the swell of your ass immediately after become a fleeting pipe dream when you squirt all over karasu's pillow and bed.

because he promptly comes in his pants while you're gasping his game.)

(he murmurs something about making it up to you as he tiredly pulls you on top of him, cum-soaked boxers and all. he kisses your temple and pats your hair and traces your lips, soft cock already twitching again as he slowly, lazily kisses you and rocks you on his thigh till you're coming all over again.)