#( oh this is. so long. please do not feel obligated to match at all )

[strangcmatters]

@parameddic

She had been in Austin for four months. The first three were for setting up the shop; building the bookcases, organizing the rooms, pricing and shelving all the books. A month before opening she’d put out a call for gently used books, and was heartily responded to, cementing her belief that the move from California was the right one. The building did not yet overflow with books, but she was certain it was only a matter of time. The shop had been open a month, and business was going well enough—not booming by any metric, but a steady trickle that’ll keep the lights on. Her apartment was another matter entirely, still filled with boxes that needed unpacking.

She was among the stacks when she heard the soft jingle of the bell on the door. “Welcome to Strange Matters!” Rei called out, continuing to shelve books. “Let me know if I can help you find anything, and if you’re just popping in to ask about the name, it’s a Shakespeare reference!” With the last book returned to its shelf, she headed back to the front desk, smiling at her new customer. His appearance struck her as familiar, and she blinked a few times. “I feel like I’ve seen you before. You ever been to LA? Because I’ve barely left this shop since I moved here,” she laughed, returning to her waiting chair.

Barely a heartbeat passed once she sat before recognition sank in, and she turned fully to him, excited. “Oh, you’re the paramedic! The one who let go-” Her brain couldn’t keep up with her words, and her eyes squeezed shut as she realized what she’d said, a hot flush spreading across her cheeks. “That. Should not have been out loud, I am so sorry.” Is it too late to move back to California? She grimaced, scrambling for a way to fix this. “Can- Can I-…” She paused, taking a breath to center herself, and tried again. “Can I make you some tea?”

[moonstruckme]

whimsical muggle reader who loves taking note of strange occurrences (i swear my shoes weren't here! like luna basically lol) and marauder bf who can't tell her yet about magic but loves doing some tricks for her to find. (you can pick which marauder! i was gonna go remus but i'm biased lol)

Omg I had so much fun with this, thank you for requesting!

Sirius Black x whimsical!reader ♡ 657 words

“You’re such an old woman, Moony,” Sirius says. “Is that a gray hair I see?” 

“Your fault,” Remus replies mildly. 

“We’re not all obligated to go clubbing whenever the fancy strikes you,” James argues on Remus’ behalf. “I’ve got a match tomorrow, and our poor Moony’s head is hurting him. Give us a rest.” 

“No rest!” Sirius cries, standing from the couch as if he’s addressing a weary army rather than two reluctant men. “Rest is for the elderly and geriatric.” He looks at you hopefully. “You want to go out, don’t you darling?” 

“I’m not partial to clubs,” you reply, but your attention is already elsewhere. “Remus, if you have a headache, you should have Sirius make you some of his tea. He made me some when my head hurt last week and it set me right as rain.” You glance at your boyfriend, considering you with peculiar smugness. “And the same happened when I had the hiccups a few days ago. He has a remedy for everything.” 

James cocks an eyebrow. “Does he?” 

You hum in prideful affirmation, but Sirius seems almost sheepish as he sits back down on the couch, tucking you against his side. “I’ve always been good at brewing,” he says to James with a shrug. 

“You should make him your tea,” you urge softly. 

Sirius kisses the side of your head. “Moony’s headaches are a bit tougher than yours, angel,” he says, adding at your troubled look, “but I’ll make him some later if he likes.”

“Hey,” James says brightly, “what if we go to the pub on fifth? It’s usually quiet in there. We’ll just stay an hour or so.” 

You’ve been dating Sirius long enough to know how this goes with his friends—one hour will turn into four before any of them notice—but nod complaisantly at the hum of assent that goes up from the other boys. 

“Let’s go.” Sirius hops back up before anyone can change their minds. He grabs your coat from the hook by the door, holding it out for you. 

“Oh.” Your mood sinks slightly as you remember your coat. “I should probably go get another from my room. I tore that one yesterday, remember?” 

“I fixed it for you.” 

Sirius gives it a shake, signaling for you to take it from him. You do, looking at him in awe. 

“Really, Siri? That’s so nice of you.” You feel along the hem of your jacket in search of the split you’d made the day before. You can’t find it, nor any of the smaller blemishes the garment had acquired after years of wear. “How did you do this?” 

“I sewed it,” he says breezily, shrugging on his own well-loved leather coat. 

You run your fingers over where you could swear the tear had been. “There’s not even a line or anything.” 

Remus shoots him a look you can’t decipher, and Sirius gives you a somewhat thin-lipped smile. “What can I say? I’m magic with a needle and thread. Put your coat on, baby.” 

You realize then that all three boys are already waiting for you at the door. 

“Oh, sorry.” You carefully pull on your newly impeccable jacket, following them outside. “Thank you, Siri.” 

“Anytime,” he vows, hand finding its way into your back pocket as James leads you all to the pub. 

“You’re so good at fixing things,” you murmur, almost to yourself. “My coat, and when you glued my mug back together so well, and when my peperomia came back to life.” 

Sirius chuckles. “It didn’t come back to life, angel.”

“It was dying,” you reason. “I couldn’t get it to stop wilting, but then all of a sudden it perked up.” 

“You must’ve nursed it back to health,” he replies, and his tone is blasé but the smile he shoots you is oddly pleased. He gives your ass a playful squeeze. “Stranger things have happened, sweet thing.” 

Around Sirius, they certainly have.

[bloodibambiidoll]

18+MNDI (degradation, brat taming, dom/sub dynamics, pillow riding, facial, handjobs. Listen idk what happened… this stemmed from a thot I had bc of one of the nsfw asks @bimbobaggins69 sent me and my brain spiraled…)

“Look at her Stevie, look how pathetic she looks.” Eddie groans, the feeling of Steve’s large spit slick hand jerking his cock nearly sends his eyes into the back of his head. But he resists, keeping them on you.

“Oh she’s so fucking desperate… is that drool? Are you fucking drooling over our cocks right now baby?” Steve’s voice is condescending and there’s a lop sided smirk painted across his lips while he continues to fuck Eddie’s cock with his fist. His hips thrust in time with the other man’s hand on his own cock, his eyes also glued to you.

They have you sitting on the bed, straddling one of your satin pillow case covered pillows. Your body is completely bare while you desperately rub your wet pussy against the soft material. They’re standing directly in front of you, also fully bare, while they stroke each other’s cocks. Their hands run down each others bodies and they occasionally places kisses on each others lips, necks, shoulders. You want so badly to touch them, for them to touch you. Your eyes can’t decide where to look but they keep landing on their lips, and their cocks. You want them inside you so bad.

“Please.” You whimper, your hips continuing to thrust against the pillow. The soft material feels nice against your clit, but it’s not enough. You need your boys.

“Awww you hear that, Eds? She’s begging now. That’s cute.”

“Sooo cute, Stevie. It would be so much cuter if she wasn’t a fucking brat all day. Maybe then we would actually help her cum.” The long haired man taunts you.

“Right? She could be getting fucked by both of us right now but instead she has to watch and fuck her pillow like a desperate little slut.” Steve moans when Eddie picks up the pace of his strokes on his cock. A bead of precum leaks from his tip and you want nothing more than to lick it up.

“Too bad, her mouth looks so good right now. You really are drooling, huh? Just our dumb drooly little girl, so desperate to get off?” Eddie juts his bottom lip out, mock pouting at you.

“Yes, please, I’ll be such a good girl, please?” You’re so desperately turned on that you aren’t above begging, you’ll take anything they’ll give you at this point.

“Mmm… I don’t think so, princess. If you wanna cum, you know what to do.” Eddie snaps the fingers on his free hand, pointing at the pillow underneath you. His hips thrust into Steve’s hand, a moan you want to fucking swallow leaving his plush lips. “Oh fuck, that’s so good Steve. I’m so fucking close.”

You whimper as your hips pick up speed, subconsciously matching the pace of your boyfriend’s hands as they jerk each other off. Steve leans his head down so he can spit on Eddie’s already slick cock, you watch as he uses his thumb to mix it with the pearly white precum leaking from his lip. You weren’t sure before if you could cum like this or not, but how hot they look and they way they’re talking is quickly changing your mind.

“God, me too babe, fuck. Don’t stop.”

They’re so fucking hot. The way their forearms flex while they work each other with their hands, the beads of sweat collecting on their skin. Steve’s chest hair glistens and the hastily done bun Eddie threw his hair in is barely hanging on for dear life. You grab onto the end of the pillow, pulling it tighter between your legs, this new angle has the silk of the case hitting your clit in a new, more delicious way.

“Open your fucking mouth, baby girl. Stick your tongue out.” Eddie’s voice is strained, breathy grunts leaving his lips. You oblige, sticking your tongue out as far as it can go and looking up at them through your lashes. Your hips continue their assault on the pillow and you feel yourself getting close to the edge.

“Oh, good fucking girl, look at you. You’re so desperate. Just want us to paint you with our cum, huh? You’re so needy you’re gonna cum just from humping your pillow and watching us get off? You’re so pathetic baby.” Steve’s practically babbling now, his entire body shaking with pleasure. Eddie feels so good and you look so fucking sexy and it’s all too much. “I’m gonna fucking cum.”

“Fuck, me too.” Eddie moans.

You watch as their hands speed up, their bare chests heaving. Steve lets out a guttural groan and his body tenses as ropes of his cum shoot out onto your tongue and chin. Eddie follows suit, his own cum painting your tits. The sight of them coming undone for each other and the sounds they’re making combined with the taste and feeling of their cum sends you over the edge right with them. Your eyes roll back as your legs clamp shut around the pillow and a pornographic moan rips through you.

“Fuck. That’s so fucking hot. I’m about to get hard again just from watching that I swear.” Eddie swipes his thumb across your chin, collecting some of the combined juices and your eyes snap open just in time to see him licking the cum off of his digit.

“Dude. When are you not hard? Seriously. Baby, how are you doing? Wanna get cleaned up? I can make us all a nice bath.” Steve grabs your face in his hands, his eyes searching yours. He was always so gentle with you after you played like this.

“Mmm… that sounds nice and all Stevie… but I think I like Eddie’s idea of getting hard again a little more… then maybe a bath after?” You bite your lip as you look up at him eagerly. You still want them so bad.

“Fuck. Yes. What do you say, Steveeee? I think our girl deserves a little reward after she took her punishment so well…”

“You two are insatiable.. You’re going to be the death of me, I swear…..”

[mayasikeu]

沈載倫| threesome with Jake

anon's req: hi i wonder if threesome sounds ok to you, if yes, can you do jake fucking 2 girls at the same time? perhaps y/n and her bestfriend 😭 the other one is riding him while the other is riding his face 😭 i can’t take it out of my head 💔

note: sorry i didn’t know how to refer to the bestfriend so i just put pronouns?

The bedroom was poorly lit, the only light source coming from a dull lamp.

It was at late night in Jake’s bedroom, the air heavy with anticipation as three bodies harmonised together on his bed. You began straddling Jake's face as your hips grinded rhythmically against his mouth syncing in with his tongue’s movement.

Across from you was your best friend who was riding Jake's cock as her walls clutched onto him firmly, yearning to remember the feeling every inch and vein inside of her.

Sounds of heavy breathing filled the tense environment as needy moans slipped from all of your mouths.

"Fuck, Jake, you feel so good," the pleasant feeling Jake's tongue analysing every inch inside of you made you tremble feverishly.

She leaned backwards with her arms behind her back. Her breasts bouncing with each thrust.

“F-fuck”, her voice being weary with pleasure.

Jake's arm naturally found its way down and gripped onto your thighs as he pushed your entire weight onto his face, wanting to taste you as much as he possibly could. His other hand grabbed onto her ass as she bounced on his cock, coating it in her wetness. His moans became muffled under your warmth, but his actions spoke louder.

He was in control, but yet felt completely dominated by you two.

You opened your legs wider, allowing Jake better access, "I want to feel you deeper” you moaned out frantically.

Sweat glistening on Jake’s honey skin as he began thrusting deeply into her, their hips slamming aggressively into each other’s pelvis’, "Oh my god" she gasped.

The bed creaked louder and louder each time, mixing with the sounds of moans and gasps coming from you three. Jake's jaw began to feel sore as he eagerly sucked on your cunt, desperately craving the taste of your sweet cum in his mouth.

“I’m gonna cum Jake” you whined as your hands tangled in between his long black locks.

Her hands began rubbing herself repeatedly in quick circular motions while she watched you cum inside of Jake’s mouth. “Fuck” Jake cursed before placing delicate kisses all over your pulsating cunt.

You lifted yourself off Jake’s face and latched your lips onto his neck, which allowed him to shift more focus onto her. As fast as he could, he extended both of his hands out to compress her ass cheeks together while shoving his dick in and out forcefully. “I’m gonna cum Jake,” she whimpered. “Beg for it” he growled breathlessly.

“Please let me cum Jake I need to cum for you” she pleaded. “Cum for me like the good girl you are” he said with a low grunt.

It felt almost impossible for you to not slip your fingers in between your moist folds as you watched Jake fucking your best friend relentlessly.

Impaitently, you began pumping your fingers inside your aching hole. Trying your hardest to match Jake’s swift tempo despite the feeling of your hands starting to cramp up.

“You like watching me fuck your best friend? I bet you wish this was you. Don’t you, hm?” Jake teased as he watched you finger yourself helplessly.

Her grip tightened on his sheets as her knuckles whitened under the pressure. "Faster" she begged her voice beginning to crack. "Please, faster." he obliged. The slap of flesh against flesh echoed throughout the room as they both reached their peak, letting out one final moan.

(this was my first time writing about a threesome so i tried my best not to make it awkward)

[xoluvx]

whew i need a whole series on the first time stuff with billie. maybe first time riding her and shes talking you through it??

oh my .. this concept is just perfection !!

previously: first time with a girl

you were nervous. so nervous you were sitting on the bed watching as she strapped the harness on her body. reliving the events of the previous hours. the dildo stared right at you. you'd just learnt what it felt like to be with a girl and here was billie making all sorts of fantasies come true.

"it's okay, baby girl," she cooed holding your chin bringing her lips to connect with yours. you gulped when she pulled away pressing her forehead on yours.

"you want to be on top?" she asked leaning on the bed supporting her weight with her hands. you nodded and she smiled.

"okay," she licked her bottom lip with a glint in her eye. she sat on the bed, ushering you to join. you took her hand and she tapped her thigh to motion for you to get on. you gulped placing a leg on either side of her body until you were hovering over her lap. she ran a finger between your folds and moaned when she felt how you wet you were already.

you smile sheepishly at her reaction. then she reached for the night stand pulling something out of the drawer. you looked at the small bottle with curiosity.

"i don't think we'll need this, but-" she opened the lid and the overwhelming smell of fake strawberries filled the room. you looked down between your legs as she grabbed the dildo squirting some of the lube on it. you watched her stroke it once.

"give me your hand," she instructed. you looked at her briefly before holding out your hand. she wrapped it around the fake cock, wrapping her own fingers around yours. she led you in stroking the dildo. you watched your hands in a trance. the cock glistening as she let go of your hand.

she put her index finger in her mouth releasing it with a pop. you watched stunned.

"it's edible," she smirked and your cheeks felt flushed again.

"don't be scared," she purred. she helped you align yourself with the dildo holding it in one hand, the other holding your ass. you let your body fall slowly, the cock pushing through your walls.

"oh my god," you whispered tossing your head back as your body slowed.

"it's okay sweetheart,” her voice was sweet and reassuring. she held your ass as you hovered, the dildo only half way in. she watched you, your eyes glistening. “you ready?” she asked and you nodded with a yes, your hands digging into her shoulders.

she pulled you down gently until you’d swallowed her whole. you whimpered feeling the cock hit your cervix. the feeling sweetly intoxicating.

“you can move baby,” she purred. “-like this,” she held your hips tugging back and forth. you obliged swaying your hips. you felt insanely tight and tingly. your movements were tentative still unfamiliar with this new feeling.

billie’s hands trailed up your back pushing down on your shoulders. a sharp moan left your mouth and you looked down at her. she moved her hips matching your swaying. it felt so blindingly good.

“fuck, that’s good baby” she spoke as if reading your mind. she brought her hands to your breasts. she squeezed before slapping your tits, your movements now slowing.

“go faster,” she instructed and you nodded longing to please. she held your breasts as you moved faster. the sound of your bodies sliding, pussy clenching around the fake cock lit something in you. you searched for a place to rest your hands. but instead billie grabbed your body bringing you down flushed against her own. you wrapped your arms around her neck and she rested hers on your ass gently slapping every few seconds encouraging you to keep moving.

“good girl,” she encouraged and you whimpered at the comment.

“just like that, don’t stop” she demanded kissing your cheek.

your cries were growing louder as you moved in the way she’d instructed.

“what do you feel?” billie’s voice was raspy as she pulled on the back of your head trying to see your face. you were out of breath, lips pouting.

“feels like i’m gonna pee,” you confessed and you instantly regretted using those exact words.

“you’re gonna cum,” billie chuckled moving her hips to match your movements again. she held you down and you jerked.

“cum on my cock,” she snarled and you moaned feeling your nipples harden at the command.

she did things to your body you couldn’t comprehend and you only wanted this to be the first of many.

continued

[prettyoatmeal]

Just The Way You Like It (Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Fem!Reader)

Horny posting again sorry ☹️

GENRE: Smut 🗣️ Porn w/o plot time

Summary: He makes you cum around his cock while staying completely still inside of you teehee 🤭

Names Used: Love, lovie, sweetheart, gorgeous, good girl

Word Count: 567

Masterlist here!

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"I want you to get off like this."

"What?" You asked, a little confused with his request.

He had prepped you so well, fingering you until you were practically crying him to fuck you when his fingers weren't enough. Now you're laid back on the bed, finally inside you, but still refusing to move.

"Please," he begged, voice filled with desperation, "I want to feel it."

You swallowed as his hand moved from your hip down between your legs to press his fingers against your swollen clit, making you let out a small sigh of pleasure. Already you were squeezing around him from just that small act. His fingers moved in tight, small circles, but he was too slow. You still wanted more.

"Simon.." you whined, propping yourself up on one of your elbows to get a full view of his movements.

"Move, move," you whispered to him so you could replace his fingers with yours. Lucky for you, he obliged. Biting your lip, you could finally feel how wet you were for yourself. Your breaths only got quicker as you could finally do it the way you wanted, the feeling you've been craving for so long now was creeping closer. And Simon was certainly enjoying the show, all your whines and moans going straight to his cock.

"Fuck, love. Just like that." His breaths matched yours, groaning each time he felt you squeeze or pulse around his cock. He could barely hold himself back from thrusting into you and pounding you into oblivion, but he desperately wanted to feel you cum around him while he was cock-warming you. He laid his hands on your waist and gripped at the soft flesh, pulling towards him just to get that tiniest bit deeper inside you, causing you to whimper again as he pressed against that sweet spot inside you.

"Just the way you like it, yeah? Keep going, gorgeous."

You moaned at his praise, your stomach tingling and filling with butterflies at every word he whispered to you. Your fingers moved faster as you began to chase your orgasm. You were so close. So so close. You looked up at him through your half-lidded eyes, you needed him to keep talking at you, and Simon very quickly picked up on this.

"Mm, feels so good, doesn't it?"

Yes.

"Fuck, squeezing around me so tight," he pulled you back against him again, a whimper leaving your mouth, "pretty little cunt practically sucking me in. You getting close, sweetheart?"

Yes.

He earned another whimper out of you in response. Your fingers moved quicker, the circles becoming tighter as your legs wrapped around his hips to keep him as close to you as possible. You felt yourself getting completely lost in the pleasure, barely able to think properly at this point as you brought yourself over the edge.

"That's it, come on. You can do it. Cum for me, lovie."

The knot in your stomach finally snapped as your free hand quickly made its way to cover your mouth.

"Oh god- Simon~!" you moaned out as you finally reached your heavenly release, your eyes rolling back as you came around his cock.

"Fucking hell.." he groaned at the sensation, "such a good girl f' me."

Once your breathing had finally levelled again, you felt his hands grip tighter on your waist.

"Now," he started, "time to fuck you like you deserve."

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Thanks :3

[itstheoneshot]

Kinktober Day 19

Shibari - Ricky

!dom Ricky

Ricky loved the finer things in life, he was young and rich, tall and handsome after all, and you fit that mould perfectly. Dainty, elegant, his perfect match. You were submissive and subservient, but fiery and independent, challenging him when needed and giving in when needed too. You obliged his desires, so many of them were based around making you up, decorating you in different ways, and his latest interest was exactly that.

Shibari. A Japanese-born erotica performed with a submissive being tied by intricate ropes, placed into positions that they normally could not be in, and the dominant having their way with them. The rope that Ricky had purchased was red silk, metres long and beautifully crafted, you wouldn’t dare ask how much it cost, but it is handmade and perfect in every way.

“Baobei,” Ricky soothes you, his hands expertly working on the ropes, tying shapes to frame your curves, to restrict and constrict you, “You look so beautiful like this.”

You stand in front of your mirrored robe, able to admire yourself as Ricky adds more and more into the pattern of ties that he makes on your body. When he steps back, you see that he has you decorated as if you were wearing full body harnesses, and you wonder what else he plans to do to you. The loops in some of the knots did not go unnoticed, your interest piqued as you prepared yourself to be further tied, already feeling yourself begin to get wet, knowing just how well Ricky takes care of you.

“Where do you want me?” You ask innocently, turning to face him while he leans down to kiss you, his hands absentmindedly exploring the rope all over your body.

“Let’s lay you down,” Ricky murmurs, “Knees up at your chest.”

You nod, taking his hands as he guides you onto the bed, resting your head in amongst the pillows, you bring your knees up as he instructed and you hold your ankles to stay in place. Ricky now takes the rope, loose pieces at your wrist he ties them through the loops on your ankles, meaning that instead of holding yourself, the rope does it for you, and he repeats that at the other side. You feel so exposed now, and from the look in Ricky’s eyes, he really fucking likes it. His hand moves to your core, perfectly on show for him with the way that he has your ankles tied, and he traces his fingers up your slit, pressing into you and humming in content as you contract around him, adjusting to the initial stretch.

“Are you going to take me like this?” You ask him, although you know the answer, “Please take me, I want it.”

Ricky laughs, his fingers curling inside you, thumb on your clit to try and prepare you quicker, so desperate to get his fill. His other hand is at his chest, beginning to unbutton his shirt, not wanting to waste even a single second. You throw your head back, just about the only movement you can make, moaning loudly with each thrust of his fingers, he knows your body so well it is so easy for him to work you up towards your first orgasm, you barely notice as he drops his slacks, tugging his underwear down with them, only alert once the weight on the bed shifts as he positions himself in line with you, his hand now wrapped around his shaft to line himself up the moment that he pulls his other hand away.

“Oh, god,” He groans, eyes rolling back as he enters you all the way, “You feel fucking incredible.”

Unable to move, you try with your all to touch him somehow, but soon give up, allowing him to fuck you with as much effort as he wants, right now that is so much, his hands on your hips to keep you steady, grateful to be so much taller than you, he is able to reach over your body to kiss you, tongue twisting with yours, moans matching thrusts, obsessed and so fucking turned on by how powerless and fucking beautiful you look like this. A work of art, as he tells you over and over, his beautiful girl, his princess, his treasure, baobei.

“Quanrui,” You moan, his Chinese name rolling off your tongue so much sweeter, so deep in your pleasure, “Gonna cum, I’m so close, please…”

The angle has you seeing stars, each thrust has you reeling, thighs shaking, and if not for the rope keeping them apart you are certain they would be closing around Ricky’s hips. Having no control, Ricky knows better than to even try to deny you, this is not the time for edging, nor overstimulation, though in other circumstances he would definitely do so. This time, he takes a hand to your clit to help you, his thrusts maintaining the pace and intensity in order to get you there, and that he does, oh fuck, that he does.

You cum on his cock, body shaking, rope rubbing against your skin, pulsating around him and crying his name soundless at first, and louder as you come back down to earth. Ricky’s thrusting goes off rhythm just as your peak descends, his orgasm washing over him as he thrusts into you erratically, filling you easily, certain to overflow. It feels so good, both of you are obsessed with the feeling, the act, the risk - though not really, you are definitely on birth control - associated, and you let out a whine as he pulls out of you after he is done, savouring the feeling of his seed dripping out of you as he begins to untie the rope.

You let your body fall limp once you are freed, and Ricky gently kisses the worst of the rope burn, though none is so bad, the material as gentle as he is, you would expect nothing less.

“That was so hot,” Ricky comments as he pulls the last of the rope away, and takes your hand to guide you to sit up, “But maybe I’ll tie you upside down next time.”

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kinktober masterlist

[leighsartworks216]

Boxer Sylus au is good great even, BUT boxer reader/mc with Sylus as their coach 👀

Adding a read more bc i got so carried away

Pushing you harder snd harder during training but making sure you're still being taken care of and keeping up your energy

Sparring against him and him being so proud when you're able to take him down

Helping you wrap your hands so your knuckles don't shift out of place and you don't break your fingers

(Kissing your fingers after when he unwraps them and they're all red and painful)

Patching you up after each fight, no matter how small the damage

Encouraging you every step of the way in a tournament

He's not telling you that you have to win the whole thing, he's telling you to do your damn best and be proud of it

You push yourself too hard during training and pass out literally mid-spar. When you wake up, he's demanding you never do that to yourself again, because if you're in the ring and you're not at your peak, someone is going to do irreparable damage

Winning the tournament against all odds. He's running up on stage and lifting you onto his shoulder as you hold the belt/ring, giving you your moment of glory

Makes sure you know you earned it, makes sure you're proud of yourself for what you accomplished here today

Oh maybe you both have a running bet from sparring that whoever loses the match has to buy dinner. During official matches, if you win, he'll buy you dinner but if you lose you have to buy dinner. So after you win the tournament, you joke about him buying you dinner

Except this time he takes you out someone super fancy and high end, where before it was mostly just takeout or small restaurants. Makes you feel like utter royalty

You're both sharing a hotel room while you're in another city for this match and you get back and it feels like something has changed in the air, but neither of you addresses it. Instead you just work around each other, getting ready for bed (there's only one >:3)

You both lay back to back, but you can't sleep at all. You're not sure if it's just the excitement, but you're restless. After a while, he asks if you're still awake, too

You both turn to face each other and talk quietly in the stillness of the night

You thank him again and he says all he did was nudge you toward doing your best. He asks if winning it everything you thought it was going to be. You say it is, but there's one more thing you wanted. He asks what it is; he'll get it for you, just say the word

And you swear he can hear your heart thudding like you're in round 2 of a grueling fight, but you tell him anyway that in all the videos you saw, all those cheesy films and real clips from past tournaments, the winner usually had someone to kiss to celebrate

He smirks and teases that he's sure a lot of your new fans would be happy to oblige

You say it has to be someone you actually care about, too

The silence is heavy. The bedsheets rustle as he props himself up. He asks if he could help fulfill this wish for you

You nod

He supports himself up so he can lean over you as he delicately kisses you, long and slow and sweet. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him further over you as you deepen the kiss, savoring every second you can get

ANYWAY this got so far away from me if anybody ever feels like writing this (or already has) please god tag me

[pictureinme]

cheri cheri lady – kitten braden (3)

❧ you go to a peepshow. you meet kitten. your life is flipped upside down.

patricia 'kitten' braden x f!reader tags: voyeurism, oral sex, p in v, etc. (see ao3 for full list) parts: (1) (2) 3 (4) (5) (6)

The taste of cigarettes and lipstick flood your taste buds, her soft lips smiling into each kiss.

Your hands wander to her blonde curls, slightly tugging to bring her even closer to you.

“Kitten…” you murmur as the two of you catch your breath.

“Love, you’re an even better kisser than I imagined.”

“I aim to please. May we…” you motion to the general direction of your bedroom.

She meets your eyes with a look that could rival Marilyn Monroe’s lusty gaze, “Only if you carry me all the way there.”

Obliging, you scoop her up bridal style, laying her gently on the duvet. She tosses her gloves and scarf across the room.

“My knight…” Kitten reaches to unbutton your slacks, but you still her movements.

“Let me take care of you, okay?”

She pauses, unsure of something.

You backtrack, “Is that okay, love? Or are you strictly a giver…”

“I’m not exactly like you down there, Miss (Y/N),” she glances away, “I’m sorry, I didn’t think things would go so fast, I…”

You kiss her forehead gently, understanding, “Kitten, you could be as smooth as a doll down there and I wouldn’t give a damn. Come here.”

“(Y/N), you really are too much,” she kisses you with a fervor not previously there.

Climbing on top of her, you pin Kitten’s arms to the bed and move to kiss her neck.

“Oh, please be careful to not mark in obvious places… It isn’t proper for work, I’m afraid.”

You tease her with a bite, “Don’t worry, my Kitten. I’ll make sure they’re in all the hidden places.”

She smiles and whimpers as you move your way down to her chest. Kissing and sucking, you whisper adoration to her.

“Perfect little Kitten… What do you want me to do for you?”

Her eyes glance around nervously, “Whatever you’re comfortable with, truly.”

Nodding, you make your way to her thighs, “I’ll make you feel good.”

She sucks in a breath as you lift her slip up, revealing her matching blue panties.

“God, you’re beautiful…”

Kitten lets out another whimper, and you slide her panties down.

“May I use my mouth, love?” You look up at her with the most adoring eyes, and she can’t resist.

“Please, (Y/N).”

Beginning with a gentle kiss to her tip, you begin to wrap your lips around the length.

“Oh, heavens, your mouth…” she tangles her hand in your hair, urging you forward.

You move up and down, making sure to focus your tongue on the tip. Your hands grip Kitten’s thighs, stilling her unconscious thrusts. Her moans and praise have you speeding up.

“I’m so close, please, (Y/N). It feels so good, fuck!”

Nails digging into her thighs, you keep the pace going until she releases into your mouth with a long whimper.

Kitten’s chest rises and falls rapidly, her fingers still tight in your locks. She watches as you swallow, and she rushes to kiss you passionately.

“You’re the first person to ever go down on me, love,” she confesses into your mouth, “That was amazing.”

“That was my first time ever going down on someone, so I think we may be even, darling,” your breathing is equally as ragged, and your jaw slightly sore from the rapid movement.

She ghosts her hands over your thighs, looking at you expectantly.

“Only if you want to, Kitten… I’m content in just making you do that all night.”

“It’s only fair,” she starts to unzip your slacks, “And I want to hear you say my name.”

You inhale sharply as her manicured nails begin to tease at your panties, “You’re too good to me, I swear.”

“Just wait.”

Kitten pushes you back onto the bed, pulling your pants down at the same time. Moving your panties to the side, she smiles at how wet you are.

“Good to see you’re as wet as me, Miss (Y/N).”

“It’s your fault, Kitten.”

She cocks her head, and rubs a finger up your slit.

You moan at the unexpected touch, and she giggles, “So reactive. Let’s see what other noises you can make for me, love.”

Continuing to rub against your entrance, you start rocking against her.

“Ah, ah. Let me handle this,” she scratches down your hips, causing you to whimper her name.

Kitten enters you with one finger, curling and uncurling as you look at her sultry expression.

You whine, causing her to look up at you, “I need you.”

She smiles, continuing to finger you, “Be specific, (Y/N).”

“More, I just need more of you, please.”

A second finger joins the first, and your head falls back onto the bed. She moves to be above you, still fucking into you.

“Lookin’ like such an angel, love. You like it when pretty girls do things like this to you?”

She rubs your clit with her thumb, and you bliss out, “Only you, Kitten. You’re the first.”

Her eyes widen, and she adds a third finger, “Losing your virginity to a stranger, you really are a pervert. I love it, you know.”

You barely focus on her words, just on the way she fucks you while still looking so flawless. Her tongue flicks out to lick your cheek, and you melt.

“Please kiss me, Kitten.”

She wastes no time in doing so, and you feel yourself reaching a peak.

“Baby, Kitten, I think I’m gonna come, fuck!”

“Let yourself go, (Y/N), let go for me.”

She darts between your expression and her fingers moving in and out.

You shut your eyes tight, feeling her hot breath on your neck, and you let go with a flurry of moans and ‘Kittens.’

She fingers you through your orgasm, until you have to physically remove her hand.

Kitten looks almost as fucked out as you, with her curls sticking to her forehead. With her mascara smudged and lipstick gone, you think you fall in love.

[jisunghannie]

Kisses for You

PAIRING: Jisung x fem!reader

WARNING: minors DNI with this post. This post has explicit content. This is written for entertainment purposes, and I cannot predict every interaction with this post.

SUMMARY: After some guy harassed you at a party. You came home with small injuries on your shoulders. Once Jisung sees those marks he feel obligated to make markings of his own.

WORD COUNT: 2, 391

This story contains swearing, oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex, hair pulling kink, slight harassment (not from Jisung), nipple play (fem receiving), use of pet names, a possessive Jisung

You were currently at a party. You loved the energy in there. You would've loved it even more if your boyfriend was there with you. However, he was extremely introverted. That never bothered you though.

Every time you went out, you wore a ring on your left finger, signifying that you were married. You wanted to be married, but you wanted to wait for Jisung.

You took a break off the dance floor as you went to get water. Once you reached the kitchen and poured yourself a cup, some guy's voice popped up out of nowhere.

"Hey beautiful." He said as you turned. You locked eyes with this rather tall male.

"Excuse you?" You said. Was he trying to hit on you? That was definitely new, usually guys saw the ring and left you alone. "What's a pretty girl like you doing alone?" He asked, grabbing hold of your hand, kissing it as you pulled it back. "Like I said, excuse you. I'm married." You said as he laughed, "Oh please, if you were really married you wouldn't even be here. Hell you wouldn't be dressed like this either." He said looking you up and down. You covered yourself as you glared at him.

You weren't even all that showy. You had on a long sleeve black dress. Your dress was tight fitted, but that was it. The dress wasn't short either, it was to your knees. You wore heels yes but that was because you wanted to match your outfit. Your hair was fully down, not messy but not completely neat either.

"Can you just go? Leave me alone. Can't you read the room." You said turning away from him. He smirked as he held your waist. "You look breath-taking." He said as you pulled away from him. "I said stop it." You said, your tone is much more stern this time. He then reached for your shoulders. Squeezing them so tightly that his nails dug into your shoulder. You winced in pain. "But why should I when you look so ravaging..." He whispered in your ear. That was your breaking point. You slapped him across the face, stepping on his foot with your heel, and walked out, driving home.

You couldn't believe the nerve of that guy. Not only that but he had injured you. That was uncalled for. You couldn't believe the nerve of some people.

Your thoughts were broken when Jisung called you. You smiled delightedly and picked up, connecting him to the bluetooth of your car.

"Hi Ji!" You greeted him excitedly. "Why is my pretty girl so happy?" He asked with a laughing tone. "Because my Jisungie called me! Why wouldn't I be happy!" You exclaimed as he laughed over the phone. "You're so funny baby." He said, chuckling. "Of course I am. I'm amazing." You said as he started to laugh more. "Okay, okay Ji. It's not that funny!" You said as you began to laugh. "I can't. Oh my god. You're killing me here." He said between laughs. Once he caught his breath, you heard him say, "I'll see you when you get home." As you smiled, "Okay, see you then Ji." You replied, "I love you!" He said as you blushed, "I love you too lover." Then the call ended.

A few minutes later you came home. When Jisung heard the door open it was like he was a puppy, his head turned and once he saw you he ran to you.

"Hi baby." He said resting his head on your shoulder. "Ouch!" You winced as he lifted up his head from your shoulder. "What's wrong baby?" He asked and just then he saw the nail markings. "Nothing, I just got hurt by this one guy who wouldn't get off me." You said as you looked up. Your eyes met with a jealous Jisung. "What?" He asked with a very, chilling tone. "This guy tried hitting on me at the party." You said as Jisung held your hips and kissed your shoulders. "Did he touch you anywhere else?" He asked. "Don't lie to me baby." He warned, his glasses' lenses glaring at you.

Now this was a new side of Jisung that you haven't seen before. This side of him surprised you.

"My waist..." You said shyly as Jisung picked you up. Taking you to the couch, laying you down. "Ji..?" You asked as he lifted up your dress. You were so stunned by this action you held his hands to stop him. "Baby." He said looking at you. "I don't like sharing, when someone touches what's mine I get upset..." He said as you blushed, he continued to lift up your dress. Once it was slightly higher than your waist he began to kiss your waist. You blushed and held onto his hair. He smirked against your skin. "I'll make you forget everything that he did to you..." He said running his hands up your dress.

You couldn't imagine how possessive he could be. You always saw Jisung as the soft and innocent type. He was never one to be possessive or jealous. However, this version of Jisung was something completely new from your regular boyfriend. It was like he was a new person.

"Baby..?" He asked as you looked at him. "Yes Ji?" You replied back as he looked into your eyes. "Are you okay if I take it even further?" He asked. How could you say no when he was asking so adorably. "Yes, you can." You said massaging his scalp. He loved scalp massages so doing that meant a lot to him.

You were not expecting your boyfriend to be so experienced. As you saw the way he so slowly and painfully took off your underwear. You watched as he trailed kisses down your waist until he reached your inner thigh. He then began to suck and nibble, leaving little hickeys and bite marks on your inner thighs. You felt yourself become wet knowing that he was so close to your core.

"I'm gonna use my fingers down here." He told you as you nodded. He then began to play with your clit, flicking it back and forth. He then lifted your dress up over your breasts, unclipping your bra. He went over and kissed your breasts, earning more noises from you. "Your breasts are amazing, you know that?" He praised you as you blushed. Unable to speak he began to suck your nipple, with his free hand he played with your other. As he did that you began to whine and move your hips wanting more than just his fingers. He continued like that for a while but you wanted more.

"Ji... more..." You whined as he looked at you and hummed. He released your nipple with a popping sound looking at your breasts. "Your nipples are all swollen and red. They are so pretty just like down here." He said pinching your clit, not hard enough to cause you pain but enough for you to feel the bundle of nerves send even more tingles down your spine as you moaned. He smirked as he took off his glasses.

He placed your legs on his shoulders. Maybe it was because he was a rapper and could talk so fast or maybe he knew what he was doing. But Jisung was amazing at eating you out.

You held onto his hair pulling at him causing him to groan. You thought your boyfriend was so innocent. But he had a hair pulling kink? You wanted to test your theory again so you pulled on in a little harder and you heard your boyfriend release a loud whimper.

Holy shit.

You didn't realize how kinky your boyfriend was. Once you had done that it finally occurred to you why he liked his hair being played with.

"Ji.. do you like getting your hair pulled?" You asked bluntly as you nodded slowly. You blushed knowing the truth. "That doesn't matter right now. Right now, I wanna make you feel good..." He said continuing what he was doing. You weren't expecting it and pulled his hair as your fingers were still entangled in them. You heard him groan as he continued.

Before you reached your release any sooner he stopped and took off his pants. You could see the bulge of his cock through his boxers.

"I don't have any condoms since this is a first for me... and I know you aren't on birth control so this is to make sure that we don't risk anything." He said shyly as he removed your dress as you took off his shirt. "What do you mean?" You asked as he blushed. "It's easier to do than say..." He said as you giggled at him. "Ji, you were literally eating me out earlier and you can't tell me what you're gonna do next?" You teased as he looked down. "Since I don't want to risk anything I'll just rub it between your legs..." He said quietly but loud enough for you to hear. You giggled again. "Quiet. I'm the one in charge." He said his tone was a little firmer. As you nodded in obedience. "Then try your luck." You teased, provoking him. "You won't be saying that in a few minutes." He said positioning himself.

He held onto your hips as he slid his cock in between your legs. You felt the warmth of it touch your pulsing core and blushed. Your back faced him and you were thankful for that until he started to move between your legs and start leaving kisses, hickeys, and bites on your nape and shoulders.

You tried to not make any noises and that's when he got slightly aggressive and took charge. He took your hair and pulled it slightly, pulling your head to his mouth.

"Let those pretty moans out, I wanna hear how good I can make you feel without my cock inside you." He said as you felt your hips move on their own, but you still didn't comply with his request as he used his fingers to forcefully open your mouth. Which worked as you opened your mouth letting his fingers in. "Can you let out those pretty moans baby..? For me..?" He whispers so innocently in your ear as if he wasn't rubbing his cock against you. You squeezed your legs together as you moaned causing it to be tighter around him.

"Yes.. just like that... you're doing so good..." He whined as he began to thrust faster. As he became faster you felt his cock hitting your clit every time causing your body to have consistent tingles down your spine. Then, with one of the thrusts you felt something enter inside you not fully but a little less than half way. With that, you released a louder moan.

"Oh shit..!" He panicked. "Don't move at all please, I have to pull out." He said holding onto your waist as he slowly slid his cock out. Before he could pull out anymore you held onto his wrists. "It's okay Ji..." You said as he looked at you. "But what if you-" You cut him off, "I trust you and I love you. I know that even if I become pregnant you'll be with me every step of the way." You said as he kissed your forehead. "I love you too..." He said as he slowly slid his cock inside you.

You clutched onto his wrists tighter at the feeling of you being stretched out biting back moans.

"What did I say about holding your moans back?" He asked you, tucking a hair strand behind your ear. You stopped biting your lower lip as he smiled and kissed your cheek. "Good girl." He praised.

Once everything was in, he just wanted to stay like that for a while before moving which you agreed with. He sat you on top as you felt him reach deeper inside. You blushed and kissed him to mute your moans but it was hopeless as you moaned in the kiss. Your fingers entangled in his hair tugging at it here and there as he moaned.

"You're so warm inside y/n... fuck... can I please move..?" He asked between pants after breaking the kiss as you laid him down. "I'll move." You said as he blushed. Enjoying his view.

You then placed your hands on his chest, slowly lifting yourself up and slamming down. Earning yourself some moans from him. You continued but your pace was too slow for Jisung's liking. He held onto your hips. "Can I move faster?" He looked into your eyes as you nodded. He started to move your hips up and down. You moaned at the sudden pace.

Over time he increased his pace, eventually thrusting upwards. He looked desperate and hungry for more. He laid you down as he sat up. He then leaned down to kiss you and he continued to thrust. He then played with your clit with one of his hands. Causing you to squirm and moan in the kiss.

"You're tightening up baby... if you keep squeezing I'm gonna cum inside..." He warned as you latched your legs onto his lower half. "I'm okay... I just want to feel you inside me..." You said. It was the sexiest thing to Jisung. As he continued thrusting, he hit a spot inside you that had you shake and tremble around him.

"Oh fuck..! Right there please..." You moaned out as he kept pounding himself inside that spot. You were pulling his hair at this point and eventually his thrusts became sloppy and got even sloppier. You were overcome with pleasure and climaxed on his cock as he groaned and came inside you.

After catching his breath he looked at you horrified, slowly pulling out. Letting his cum flow out.

"Baby, hurry, we gotta get you cleaned up..!" He said lifting you up. But you had already passed out. He sighed as he set a bath for you. He cleaned you up really quick making sure that you didn't get pregnant. After he cleaned himself up.

He changed you and changed himself and set you in bed as he cleaned up the couch. After he joined you in bed.

"Good night lover... sleep well okay..?" He said kissing your cheek.

[pure-garbage]

Insatiable Demon? Blistering Heat In The Ship's Hold

Chapter Warnings: Smut! Minors DNI

Sunlight woke Zoro, streaming in from the porthole where the cannon would have been. In the heat of their passions, they'd managed to knock it out of line by a few inches. He groaned and held up a hand against the blinding rays.

'It must be early for the sun to be so low in the sky.'

"Ugh..."

Lana stirred on his chest, also disturbed by the light.

"So hot... scoot," she urged him groggily, yearning for the shadows. He went as directed, shifting right an inch. He sighed happily, relieved to be out of the scorching beam. Lana stretched on top of him, every muscle in her body going taut as she wrung them out like wet garments to squeeze away the heavy vestiges of sleep.

"Morning," he greeted her softly.

"Morning," she replied, covering her mouth with a hand. Morning breath was the only drawback to such an idyllic waking and if she could spare him, all the better.

Zoro swept his fingers over her neck, following a trail of marks.

"Someone got a little carried away," he grumbled with mild chagrin.

"What an animal," Lana sighed, leaning into his touch.

"Are you mad?"

"Not even a little. That was amazing. Although..."

She bent, gifting him a tentative peck of her lips as his fingers worked slowly through her wild, knotted hair. If he thought she smelled bad, he kept it to himself. Lana was determined to return the courtesy.

"... next time, I could do without all that teasing."

"None of the teasing?" he pouted.

"A little teasing is fine, but don't make me wait so long for the main event next time. Or maybe I'll take what I want without waiting for you," she threatened.

"Fair enough. Lana?"

"Hm?"

"You kept calling me something last night."

"Oh. 'Ro?"

"Hmph."

"You don't like it?"

"Zo. Ro. My name's not a mouthful," he griped.

"You want me to stick with both syllables?" she chuckled. She leaned down to suck a mark onto his throat to match the many littering her skin.

"Please."

"Well then maybe..." she bit him playfully, making his breath hitch. "... you should think twice about fucking me so hard I forget the first half."

Zoro loosed a breathy moan at her ear, fresh desire rising in him at her provocative words and the image they evoked. He claimed her lips, wrapping her in his embrace and rolling them deeper into the shadows of the Merry's hold. Lana returned his kiss, but protested half-heartedly when he pushed her legs open.

"Zoro..."

"Lana?"

"We stink," she reminded him. "Let's go clean up."

"After," he implored, fingers searching blindly while he kept his face buried in the curve of her neck. "No sense in rushing if we're just going to get messy again right away."

She gasped and whimpered, but he didn't feel her resisting or hear her telling him to stop. He pressed on boldly while her hands found their way under his shirt. She hissed when his seeking fingers found what they were looking for.

"Zoro! Sore, I'm..."

"Want me to stop?" he checked, freezing in place to wait for her response.

"No, just..."

"I'll be gentle this time," he assured her, relieved and emboldened by her permission. "But..."

He muffled her moans with his mouth as he pushed his fingers into her. His shallow, slow strokes gradually drew out the slick he craved. He shuddered with delight and anticipation.

"... this time, try to be quiet," he whispered at her ear.

"Mm!"

She nodded, latching her lips to his pulse to help herself oblige his request.

"This is such a nice spot we've found," he went on, savoring the soft little whimpers she made as his fingers slid in and out past her aching entrance. "Can't have the others finding it, or we'll never get any peace."

"Mm-hm!"

"Too deep?"

"Mm-nn! Deep feels good," she gasped. She pushed needily into the palm of his hand, pulsing around his soaked fingers in a way that made his own rising arousal twitch in response.

"Yeah?"

"Mm-hm... feels soothing. Like a massage," she sighed. She reached between them, palming his quickly growing bulge and drawing a sudden moan from him.

"Shh," she reminded him.

"Right."

He gave a low growl, pressing into her hand as she stroked him through his pants. Lana hummed her satisfaction as she felt his hardness, felt him growing under her steady, gentle coaxing. She swallowed a sharp gasp as he gave her another finger and licked his lips at her reaction. He pushed them in and out, excruciatingly slow, working her tender flesh with exquisite patience to prepare her to take him again. His free hand found her wrist, guided her touch to his bare skin with a soft, captivated moan. He didn't realize it until she gripped him and pulled him free from his pants, but the vigorous activities of the night before hadn't left him unscathed.

"Soft, Lana, I'm sore too," he hissed, stroking her forearm encouragingly as she loosened her grasp on him.

"'Kay."

She kept her rhythm light, sliding her thumb over his slit at the end of every relaxed pass of her palm over his length. His pleased sighs were music to her ears, his probing fingers a balm for her quivering core. She squeezed his base, feeling the quick, strong throb of his pulse beneath her fingers.

"D'you... do you want me inside now?" he rasped, breath tickling her ear as he pulled his fingers out and rubbed her slick entrance longingly.

"Mm-hm," she nodded. "But slowly, careful..."

"I'll only go in a little."

Zoro sat up between Lana's knees, crouching low and pulling her close by the backs of her knees. He dipped to lay a line of kisses to her inner thigh, then straightened again. She still gripped him, pulling him forward until she could rub his engorged tip through her dripping folds. He bit his lip hard, trembling with the effort of restraining himself as she took in his swollen head tentatively, her short breaths measured and deliberate. She was trying so hard to stay quiet, but...

"Uuhhhh, Z-Zoro! Mm!"

He rocked into her slowly, cautiously, drawing just his head in and out past her aching, soaked entrance. Her palm braced on his pelvis, tears dotting her lash line as he stretched her, tender flesh constricting against her will at the intrusion. Her body protested, but she wanted him again and she'd be damned if she was going to let a little soreness stop her from having her cake and eating it too.

"Breathe, Lana," he urged, pushing in a little deeper with every new roll of his hips, marveling lustily at the incredible tightness that almost felt like it was sucking him in. "Too deep?"

She shook her head, clamping a hand over her mouth to muffle her moans as he made it in halfway. She was so sensitive she could feel every inch of him as he pressed ever deeper, slowly forcing her tender core to open for him.

Zoro watched with adoration as Lana struggled to keep quiet beneath his advances. Her free hand gripped his wrist as he adjusted his hold on her thighs, pulling her hips up to help him settle inside her fully. He stayed still there for a long moment, giving her time to adjust, waiting for her ragged breaths to settle.

"Mmm!"

'Damn, she's always so gorgeous when she's like this...'

Lana's expression bordered on delirious, pleasure radiating through her body. Zoro caressed her thighs patiently, holding his pose while he watched her raptly.

Finally, her hips rocked forward against his insistently, his cue to move. He did so slowly, keeping his strokes smooth and shallow as Lana clamped her teeth around the base of her thumb, but briefly. Her hand flew back down to rest again on his pelvis, giving him pause.

"Good?" Zoro breathed.

Lana nodded fervently. Her walls spasmed around him, her left hand crushing on his wrist as the nails of her right flexed against his abs. Zoro laced their fingers together and leaned down, putting their bodies flush. Lana's mouth was open, hard, rasping breaths hot on his neck as he moved inside her. The slow, intense drag of slick, burning silk enveloping every inch of him was heavenly, her nails scraping their way up his back a welcome distraction from his building rapture. He kept catching himself, barely adjusting his breathing in time to stop his moans from becoming too loud.

Beneath him, Lana was struggling as well. The whimpers escaping her with every other dragging, taxed breath were delicious, tantalizing. They made him want to respond in kind.

"Damn!" he cursed at her ear. His fingers found her hair, tangling through with chaotic desperation. "I didn't think staying quiet would be so hard!"

Lana only nodded her agreement.

'If I try to talk I might start screaming,' she thought.

Zoro kissed her deeply, messily, hoping to muffle the sounds of their shared pleasure as it inexorably spiraled out of control. The heat between them was becoming unbearable, the rapidly rising sun baking the Merry's hold and turning their secret oasis into a sauna. Lana pushed frantically at Zoro's chest, urging him off her body. He panted as he pushed up onto his arms over her, sweat dripping down his face.

"Want me to stop?" he groaned, dreading the possibility that she might make him, but resigned to it regardless.

Lana shook her head vigorously, clawing at the hem of her dress.

"No! Feels good, don't stop!" she whispered harshly. She managed to peel the sticky fabric from her skin, sighing in relief once it was gone. Nakedness didn't make her any cooler, but there was something she far preferred to feel against her skin than sweat-soaked fabric. She tugged Zoro's shirt demandingly, forcing him to sit up again.

"Off! Take it off!" she panted. He went along enthusiastically, letting her strip him of his shirt and haramaki, relishing the way her hands slid down his bared body before she pulled him back flush onto her.

"Shh, shh!" he urged, the pace of his thrusts picking up as his excitement grew.

"Zoro! Mm, fuck, too- too hard!" Lana protested. "Be gentle!"

"Take it for me," he begged at her ear, hips slamming against hers a few more times as her helpless cries grew sharper.

"No, Z- nng! Please!"

Her nails left deep grooves on his back as he groaned his frustration.

"Okay, okay... better?"

He eased up again with intense effort and she rewarded his cooperation with pleased sighs.

"Yes!"

"Mmnn!" Zoro bit his lip hard, fingers attempting to dig mindlessly into the wooden planks as urgent, animalistic need coiled, snarling inside him and demanding release. He held his impulses in check for Lana's sake and she lavished him with wet kisses to show her gratitude, lips and teeth seeking every of his fevered skin she could reach.

"You feel so good!" she gasped reassuringly.

Zoro set his teeth loosely around her shoulder, keeping the languid pace his lover held him to. She kept murmuring praise and filth into his ear, bringing his blood to a roiling boil. Her nails never strayed far from his hips, sinking painfully into his groin whenever his movements started to speed up too much.

Zoro was used to Lana letting him have his way with her. Still, as frustrated as he was that she'd chosen now to dig her heels in a set a boundary, he was relieved too. Part of him had secretly worried that the promise she'd made him had been an empty one.

'I promise to stop you if you ever get too carried away.'

In the back of his mind, Zoro was glad Lana was holding her ground. More pressingly, he was vexed by the infuriatingly slow grind of his hips into hers. Savage instinct beckoned him temptingly, reminding him how amazing it had felt to pound into her body with abandon, holding nothing back. More than anything, Zoro wanted to feel that again. He wanted to give her everything he had, wanted to see her take it all. She was capable of taking him so beautifully, like she was made specially to do so.

Zoro was sure his resolve was about to break. He didn't want to hurt her, but would she really be angry with him if he took what he wanted?

"Lana... fuck, Lana, can't-"

"Zoro!"

She gasped his name, then cut his sputtering request short with a thoughtless, sloppy kiss.

"Maybe... you might have to... I mean, you might wanna stop for a while."

"Crap! I hurt you?!"

Zoro pulled out of her immediately, internally berating himself as guilt washed over him.

"No, it's not like that," she assured him softly, arching against him with a casual hunger that confused him. "I'm just getting so close, but I..."

Zoro breathed a sigh of relief, dropping his forehead onto her chest as she stroked his biceps comfortingly.

"... I don't know if you're ready to stop, so..."

Zoro knew Lana's body almost as well as his own by now. She was right. If she finished, she would become too sensitive to handle him touching her for a while.

'Actually...'

"It's fine," Zoro purred, slipping back inside her deliberately, kissing her neck as she moaned softly in response to his renewed attentions.

"You're sure?"

"Mm-hmm. Just tell me what you want."

"Just keep doing that," she hummed, reaching to feel the rippling muscles of his back as he picked up right where he'd left off.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah!"

His tongue played with her pert nipples, alternating sides before he settled right. Above, Lana was getting louder, reason lost to the steadily approaching avalanche of her impending orgasm. His teeth grazed her nipple in parting, mouth finding its way back to her ear. He shushed her, sliding one hand over her open mouth to muffle her cries of bliss as he patiently worked her closer to climax. Her tongue tickled his palm, the vibrations of her throaty moans making it hard for him to keep his thrusts steady. He could feel her shaking, feel her tightening around him as her embrace caged him, arms and legs wrapped bindingly around his body.

"That's it," he breathed wonderingly, watching his lovers eyelids flutter shut, soft as butterfly wings. Lana's moans turned to gentle, stuttering sighs that let Zoro know he'd driven her to her highest point. His hand left her mouth to cup her cheek and he drew back just enough to watch with adoration as her ecstasy played out over her sated features.

He pulled out of her again before she grew too sensitive and knelt between her laxly parted legs. Zoro stroked himself indulgently while he watched her recover. He palmed her breasts in turn as his firm strokes sped up, finally allowing himself the friction he craved while Lana's heaving chest steadied and her trembling subsided.

"You're so damn pretty after you come for me!" he sighed, his free hand sweeping possessively down her body. He slid on the sweat coating her as she regained enough sense to open her eyes. They raked appraisingly over his taut figure, taking in his fervor, settling on his shaded, wild gaze.

Lana licked her lips and held his ravenous eyes, bumps pricking up along her arms as she watched him touch himself. The raw power of everything Zoro ever did always stole her breath and this act was no exception. She admired the flex and roll of his tense muscles, tracked droplets of sweat as they slid down the sharp grooves and defined contours of his chiseled form.

She sat up so she could run her hands over him reverently and he dipped to claim a kiss as soon as her lips were within reach. His free hand snuck into her damp tresses, clutching tight as her hungry, roaming touch stoked the flames of the pleasure consuming him.

"Let me do it," she murmured at his ear, her left hand trailing up his thigh.

Zoro's breath left him in a sputtering gasp as her tongue tickled his ear. He rested his brow on her shoulder, seizing her wrist and guiding her hand to replace his.

"Hard?" she asked.

"Mm-hm!"

She tightened her grip on him as his hips jerked toward her.

"Fast?"

Zoro nodded eagerly, muffling his deep moans in the curve of her neck as she adopted a pace even more devastating than he'd allowed himself. He held onto her waist while her free hand found its way into his hair.

"Not too rough? You're not still sore?" she checked considerately.

He was sore, but he was also too far gone to care. All he could think about was the building pressure her firm, quick strokes were rapidly bringing to a head within him.

"No, fuck, shit, La-Lana! Mmn!"

She hummed happily, mouth busy at his neck while he clung to her. Her nails traced a path up and down his spine, counting vertebrae with her fingertips while his shaking intensified. His fingers dug into her skin, threatening to mark her while the fever pitch of his helpless moans reached its crescendo.

Lana finished him with great satisfaction, catching most of his spilled seed in her palm while her strokes slowed. She felt the tension melt from his body, his sated sighs caressing her neck in short little puffs that felt cool against her skin compared to the sweltering heat in the hold. She held him tenderly while he caught his breath, lips dipping to taste the sweat collecting on his shoulder.

"Ready? We really need to go clean up now," Lana reminded him.

"I'm not ready."

"Let's go. It's so hot down here."

"Most of that's you," he teased, stealing a kiss to stall.

"Sweet talk won't get you out of this bath," she chuckled.

"Drawing up water is such a pain," he complained.

"Come on, I'll help."

"You always say that."

"I could lick you clean instead if you want."

"Don't! Don't start, you'll get me going again," he moaned.

"You're insatiable. Now... it's time."

"Fine."

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[mindlessflare]

Apocalytickle, Chapter 3: Let’s Kill Time!

Marissa walked down the stairs and bowed to everyone, “Miss Jenna and Miss Emma’s bags are safely in their rooms.”

“Good girl. Now, Marissa, did you do the shopping I asked you to do?” Diana asked.

“Yes Mistress. I took care of it yesterday, and the meat is currently marinating in the fridge.” Marissa replied obediently.

“Excellent.” Diana said.

Jenna smiled at Marissa, then looked over at Emma, “She’s cute like you are, baby.”

“Thank you, Jenna.” Emma replied, happily.

“And the others have finally finished their threesome.” Marissa added, only slightly blushing.

“Finally!” Diana said, before pausing, “Wait, please tell me they’re bathing after that sweaty sex?”

“Yes, ma’am. But they might be a bit longer, as...well,” Marissa answered, blushing harder, “...you know how Craig can be…”

Diana rolled her eyes, “Oh, yes I do…”

Jenna didn’t bother to ask and sat down, Emma crawling over to cuddle against her, “What should we do now?”

“Well, since we’re waiting, maybe we should get dinner started.” Diana said, “Marissa, would you help me?”

“Of course, Mistress.” Marissa said, obediently.

“Jenna, Emma, make yourselves at home.” Diana said as she headed back into the kitchen with Marissa right behind her.

Jenna looked over at Dinah and smirked, “You know, since you were giving my Emma such a good tickling, maybe I should return the favor and give you a little tickle torture yourself.”

Dinah shrugged, “Go ahead, but I’m a tough nut to crack.”

“That’s the same thing my husband said, and he is putty in my hands if I touch him the right way.” Jenna said, as she took off her jacket and top, revealing her sports bra, “Might as well get comfy. Let’s head back to the basement for this.” Dinah did not object and followed the dominant Jenna to the basement with Emma right behind them.

“What should we do first?” Dinah asked.

“Why don’t you lose your clothes for me, and get in that set of stocks over there,” Jenna instructed, eyeing Emma in the corner as she squirmed rubbing her thighs together.

Dinah winked at Jenna and began removing her top, “Hope you enjoy the show…” Dinah removed her red top, revealing her black bra. She quickly loosened her pants and revealed a matching pair of black panties. She successfully kicked off her heels and sat in the stockade. Jenna pointed to the stocks and Emma immediately ran over to tie Dinah’s arms over her head and lock her feet into place. As Emma tied back Dinah’s toes, Jenna grabbed the white feather that Dinah was using to tickle Marissa with earlier. She straddled Dinah’s waist lightly as she helped move some of her purple hair out of the way of her face.

“Thanks. I meant to do that before I got locked in.” Dinah said, sensually.

“You’re the type of person who’s very flirty, aren’t you?” Jenna asked, “Tough? Confident? Sexy?”

“I’m the complete package, sugar.” Dinah bragged, winking at her.

“Sugar? Hmm...interesting choice of words…” Jenna said as she leaned in and gave Dinah a quick peck on the cheek, “I love candy.”

Jenna got back up and walked to Emma, and pulled her in, giving her a long romantic kiss on the lips. Emma moaned into her kiss, feeling her panties get a little wet from excitement. Jenna broke the kiss and grinned, seeing Emma in a complete shuddering mess of love.

“I love you so much, sweetie.” 

“I love you too, mistress…”

“Do you want to join her, or do you want to help me?” Jenna offered. Emma swooned at the thought of being tickled by Jenna, like she used to all the time at home. But she controlled herself and shook her head.

“Not yet, Jenna. I want to help you tickle her.” Emma admitted.

Jenna smiled, proud of Emma for controlling herself, but pointed to the stocks, “Go ahead and get in with her. Straddle her waist so you can tickle her upper body. I’ll tickle those feet of yours.”

Emma bit her lip and moans happily, “Oh, Jenna, you’re so considerate and thoughtful.” Emma obliges and strips completely naked, much to Dinah’s surprise, as she straddles her waist and gets her feet locked in right beside Dinah’s.

“You two are quite a pair, aren’t you?” Dinah said, a little nervously.

“You’re not scared of getting double teamed, are you?” Jenna asked, challenging the tough girl.

Dinah scoffed, “Oh, you are so cute. Thinking I’m scared…”

“Your code word is Red, like always, Emma.” Jenna said.

Emma nodded in compliance, “Yes, mistress.”

Jenna smiled, “Only tickle her when I tickle you, okay? Let’s make this challenging.”

With Emma’s orders understood, Jenna begins by testing out Dinah’s feet. She slowly strokes her soles using her manicured nails. Dinah shivered and bit down on her lip, hard, holding back her giggles.

“Pfft...is that...the best you got?” Dinah asked.

“A little early for that kind of talk, isn’t it?” Jenna said, as she uses her nails to begin spidering against Dinah’s soles and arches. The tickles crawled over every inch of Dinah’s feet, but she held on tightly.

“HMMM!! Gotta...try...harder than that....” Dinah said, choking back her giggles.

Jenna just smirked and started feathering inside of Dinah’s toes, and to signal Emma, began to tickle her soles with her nails. Emma’s reaction was instant, as she squealed in ticklish giggles, as she obediently began to scribble her own nails up and down Dinah’s sides and ribs. Dinah’s defenses began to crumble as she started squirming in her stocks, and tugged at the binds that kept her arms overhead.

“HEHEHEHEHEHE! JEHEHEHENNAHAHAHAHAHA! MY FEEHEHEHEHEHEHEET ARE SOHOHOHOHO TIHIHIHIHIHICKLIHIHIHIHIHIHIHISH!!!” Emma said through her gleeful giggles, putting a smile on Jenna’s face.

“I know they are, baby. That’s why I’m tickling them…” Jenna replied, “How about you, Dinah? Let’s hear a laugh…”

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OKAHAHAAHAHAHAHAY!! MAHAHAHAAHAHAKE HER STAHAHAAHAHHAAHAP!!” Dinah screamed hysterically, thrashing around the more that Emma played with her ribs and scratched at her underarms.

Jenna’s eyes lit up, “Oh, you’re an upper body girl, huh? I get that.” She said, as she uses the feather to tickle at Dinah’s exposed belly, which sends her into hysterics.

“OKAHAHAAHHAAHAY!! OKAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAY!! STAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAP IT!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Dinah begs, her cheeks turning shades of red the more she laughs. 

Jenna coos as she licks her lips, “Mmm, I love me a good tummy tickle…” she said, dipping the feather into Dinah’s belly button, while still tickling Emma’s feet, dipping into her toes.

Both girls screamed out in ticklish hysteria as their sensitive spots were struck by the ruthless redhead, “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHHEHEASE!!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!!!”

After about five minutes, Jenna stopped and dropped both feathers, giving her ticklish captives a chance to catch their breath. Emma slumps down on top of Dinah as she slumps backwards, hung by her wrists as she leans against the wall.

“You...hehe...you’re pretty good…” Dinah said, through her gasps and pants.

“Why thank you. You should see my husband when I have him like this…” Jenna said, smiling at the memory.

“Mmm...thank you...eheheh...thank you, mistress for...tickling my...my toes…” Emma said, graciously through her gasping breaths as well.

“You’re welcome, sweetie.” Jenna said.

Dinah nodded, signaling Jenna that she wanted out. Jenna moved and unlocked their feet first, letting Emma crawl off of Dinah, before she slowly unstrapped her wrists. Dinah stared at Jenna as she released her.

“What’s wrong?” Jenna asked, confused.

“Nothing...just imagining you in bed…” Dinah said, bluntly.

Jenna blushed hard, before she shook her head and loosened the last of the straps on Dinah, freeing her from the torture device. “That’s flattering and all, but I’m taken.”

“Wouldn’t it be fun though, Jenna?” Emma asked, lying on her tummy, waving her feet back and forth.

Jenna thought for a moment, before smiling at Dinah, “It just might.”

The three of them headed upstairs, before Dinah thought for a moment, “You tickle your husband like that at home?”

Jenna giggled, “Yeah, but he’s way more ticklish than you, and ends up cumming by the end of his sessions, every time.”

Dinah smirked, “Sounds like an interesting set up you have.”

Jenna leaned over and wrapped her arm around Emma, before kissing her, “And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.” Emma smiled, blushing happily, as the three of them reached the upstairs living room.

[beanieman]

I decided to put YTTD characters to some songs that I think the lyrics match earlier. Now I’m ‘forcing’ this duty onto you since I want to see whether our opinions match on some of them.

•Abnormality Dancing Girl

•Meltdown

•ECHO

•Appetite Of A People Pleaser

•Kakakuri Pierrot

Now some of my own-

•BETTER OFF WORSE

•Non-Breath Oblige

•Bug

•HIBANA

•Fixer

•Orthodoxia (ignoring the meaning of the actual song here)

•Bocca Della Verita

Anyways. Have fun.

Oh a bit of a challenge! I'll gladly take it since I'm always happy to indulge in YTTD related stuff!

Abnormality Dancing Girl - This is such a Shin song. It's about changing who you are and feeling as if you're going crazy while doing so! I think the lyrics that most back up my choice to pair this song with him is: "I can't go on like this. Constantly being manipulated by useless measures of worth. I've already come to hate this life. So, I think I'll restart my life.

The Rest Undercut

Meltdown - I'm going with Sara for this one! I interpret this song to be about haunting grief, which is something Sara has felt since the death of Joe. She feels guilty like she caused it, which how the lyrics "In my dream I strangled you. In the languid afternoon light. I watched your throat, thin and twitching. I watched your throat, thin and twitching." could come into play.

ECHO - This is so Maple core. The lyrics "What the hell's going on?! Can someone tell me please? Why I'm switching faster than the channels on TV? I'm black, then I'm white. No! Something isn't right! My enemy's invisible, I don't know how to fight!" match so well to when she's freaking out in the pink room.

Appetite Of A People Pleaser - Maybe Ranmaru for this one? The song could be about his need to make Sara happy despite how self destructive it is to himself. The lyrics I think most back up my choice are: "Maybe if I try a little harder, it will be okay. One day. Keep on eating more and more. Divide my life away into servings. And go beyond the point of no return."

Kakakuri Pierrot - This is another Sara mourning Joe song to me! Mostly because of the multiple references to being a clown, and I consider the Joesara theme of the game to be "Clown Song." The lyrics I think most back up my idea are: "It's so easy, and yet so difficult, for I can move on as soon as I accept reality. Unable to believe it, not wanting to believe it, I must be a clown inside your mind, aren't I?"

BETTER OFF WORSE - This gives me Alice during the band era vibes. The song is more overdramatic then what he probably felt about the situation, but I do think it has some basis! The lyrics that make me think this are: "Bleed out for audience approval Tragic, but perfectly on schedule. You think by now that we would have learned. Behind every piece of art is a human to be heard. Rejecting change to keep you there."

Non-Breath Oblige - I think this fits Shin the most since the lyrics all seem like a long winded rant he'd go on! For example: "I'll raise the white flag to the tyranny of the majority. Suppress my ill feelings and say cheese." Plus the chorus has Shin written all over it: "I want to live but I'm told to die."

Bug - This song feels like a panic attack so I'm assigning it to Shin. The lyrics that make me think this are: "Well! It's a desperate situation, I'm doomed to fall no matter what I do! Surely, surely sinking, no, no, NO!"

HIBANA - Another song that I think is Maple and Midori coated! Mostly about their messed up "romance" that Maple was forced to feel despite how poorly Midori treated her. The lyrics that make me think this is: "Come, come, mute the complaints. Hesitating over stupid things. You're kidding, huh? Ahaha!. Seems like unbreakable walls are being pressed for a kiss."

Fixer - Again, I think this is a Shin song! He really fits Vocaloid tunes! The lyrics that make me think this are: "With this shoddy excuse for a smile, I let time fly by, acting as if I know what I’m talking about. I never wanted to end up like this."

Orthodoxia - I know you said ignore the meaning but the song seems to fit ASU-NARO as a whole considering we hear that it may have some basis in religion in Kai's mini episode. The lyrics that I think back up my point are: "I take people’s lives away, devouring even their wishes. I’ve been living by trampling on the misfortune of others. The world was not such a wonderful place after all! If you flatter your idol, then your life will be saved. There is no such thing as correct teachings!"

Bocca Della Verita - I think this fits Maple and Midori since I could see it playing over the scene where she attacks him. The lyrics I think back up this idea the most are: "I-I-I quite hate you, w-w-w-w-what is wrong? You're still so frivolous, while I'm noble. I drag you across the dry floor. If you weren't around, I would be a goddess by now!"

[abitchnamedtia]

NSFW alphabet : Alastor Moody

!! I don't own Harry Potter and I don't support JKR !!

Also, english isn't my first language sorry

Infos : GN reader, fluff

TW : sex : MINOR DON'T READ PLZ

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Soft touch, gentle kisses, big bear hug. He's perfect. You're the most important person in his life and he want to thank you for what you offer to him. Because yes, he think that sex is a privilege that you accord to him.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves your lips. The way that you smile at him without any disgust, the way that you always kiss him when you sees him in a room... It makes him warm.

You like his scars. Real testimony of his life, his battles, his courage. It proves how strong he is. He's you beautiful warrior.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically).

Being sometimes very traditional about sex, he'll cum in you only. On you would feel dirty for him. The last thing he wants is to make you feel that way.

But he might get persuaded to cum on your mouth. Swallow and you'll lost the poor man.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Alastor have a thing for when you take the lead. He love when you climb on him and told him what exactly you want. You honesty is incredibly hot and make him wanna do anything you want.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He surely had some experience when he was younger.

But since a long time, he used to paid for sex. (It's not my idea but omg I love this hc). He trusted sex workers more than total strangers. He usually goes once every few months as a pause in his life and to relieve his stress.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)

Missionary or you above him, tight in his arms ("watering can" position) when his leg need rest. A position where he can watch your face while being close to you. He loves to see that you really like it, that's he's doing good to please you.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Alastor is mostly serious during the act, but he might surprise you with some humourous dirty talk (who was extremely hot btw).

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Alastor doesn't really care about that. Luckily, magic makes the work easier.

He'll do the bare minimum to be clean, bit if you wants him to do things differently, he'll oblige.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Alastor isn't the most romantic person ever.

But he'll hold you so tight and would make love with such tenderness...

Expect some sweet declarations from him during the love time.

Oh dear... You make me feel so alive... I love you so much...

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

First of all, PTSD and mental health have a real impact on libido so I think that (especially after the thing with Crouch), his libido was really low.

And second of all, Moody used to bottle all his needs, resulting in a lot of sex with you when you wake his libido up.

So, no masturbation for Alastor. He prefers making love with you by far.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

During your first time together, you couldn't stop to tell him how good he was, how beautiful you find him. It was the first time that someone told him that.

With you he discovered that he loved being praised. So yeah, praise kink.

Other than that, he's soft and not really into anything related to bdsm. Sex is something sweet and intimate for him. He would hate to hurt you.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

In a safe place, at his house which is protected by tons of protective spells, or in you room at Grimmaud's place.

And most of the time in a bed. That's much easier for him and less painful for his leg.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Just you showing clearly that you love or want him.

He's used to seen disgust in other persons eyes. But seeing your love or more, your desire, in yours...

And if you combine that with your hands in any part of him with a smile... The poor man is lost.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Hurting you. That's a total no for him.

And with that, all things that'll make you in danger are forbidden.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Go down on him and you'll lost him. His sounds... Oh gosh....! You would destroy the entire world to hear him moaning like this.

And he know what he's doing with his thong. But the story behind that is really sad.

When he had sex before you, it was usually payed. During the act, he could seen the hidden disgust on their faces. And as an apologize for them to have to sleep with a man as ugly as him, he would do down on them. Pleasure can mask ugliness for a moment.

But with you it's different. His skills aren't to make you forgot his uglyness, only to please the one person who is kind enough to go on his bed.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Mostly slow. Working slowly with you until the orgasm is his thing.

It's always sensual but sometimes it's more rough during quickies or when you were particularly desperate.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He used to dislike them. He love to take his time to make love to you. It was something special and unique for him. But as your relationship grows, his sex drive too. And you two are much more comfortable to tell each other when you want to have sex.

So now, sometimes it's really just a thing to release the pressure and having your lover's body closed.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

No. Definitely no. He's to scared that something might happen or if you being hurt that he'll never take any risks.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

His stamina isn't the same than when he was young. So it's one, maybe two rounds.

But he always makes sure that you come twice everytime, before letting himself came.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

No. And he don't really want some. But if you have toys and want to include them in the room, he might like it because he sees it as a way to makes you feel even better.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Not at all. He's totally at your feet and is here only to please you. You don't even have to beg.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He's really loud when he moan and growls. You're so good, he can't stop it.

At first he was uncomfortable with it. But one time you told him how hot that was, and since he continues.

But no one can hear him because of all the spell he puts on the bedroom.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character)

His often use his magic eye to see behind your clothes. And you knows it.

It often lead to you wearing the sexiest lingerie or simply nothing behind you clothes for him to see it. If you wear any toys it's a bonus.

All this results in him blushing and mumbling without anyone but you knowing the reason.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Big dick energy.

Much larger than longer. But still big

You know I'm right...

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

I that, due to his mental health, his libido was fluctuating. He used to go by long period without any desires (after the Crouch affair for example).

But now?

Everytime you allow him, he'll take it. But you'll have to take the lead, he's still shy about asking for any sexual intercourse.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

With his nightmares and his anxiety, Alastor have some troubles to sleep. But making love to you helps a bit. And sleeping with you in his arms definitely help too.

He'll always fall asleep after you and it's usually the sweet sounds of your respiration that makes him fall asleep.

[pomefioredove]

hello hello miss dove ! congratulations on your 500 followers :)

if it's convenient for you, could i please exclude lilia and trey (not to be rude to them i just don't like trey and lilia is an old man basically)

i'm not the best with describing myself but i'll try (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

on the mbti personality test, i am an istp, so from that, i would guess that i'm pretty blunt? idk. i can't really handle situations well, so i practically just go into blunt blank slate mode where i'm just like "you do you ig"

when in the case i am handling the situation with mild proficiency or i like the subject, i can seem quite energized. i always move may hands around or am jumping (i think is how you would describe it? idk, sort of similar to when you're going like |┘^^|┘but up and down and also bouncing like wawawawa)

i am however, easily distracted and procrastinate often. it's not like i do it on purpose but things get boring and i want to do other things but i feel a moral obligations to do the boring things and then i get stuck in that cycle for half an hour (i'm not sure shy, i was told adhd but i'm not diagnosed) i still get straight A though (my mom says i was a stem kid (science technology engineering math))

i <333 sleep but sleep with another person in close proximity is a no no. personal space please and thank you

physical contact?? in theory yes, but actually no

sleep <3

lyney and furina?? i am literally a star trust i am furina and lyney combined that got isekaid to this world (trust)

interest (romance wise)? lyney <3

i am talking too much about myself im sorry

i enjoy video games (too much) like genshin, hsr, twst(trust) pjsk or visual novels, and I have a nice little kirara box from genshin that i made ^^ i like collecting things that i like (cute stuff), watching anime that interest me (cooking anime <3) and food, because food is good, but if i eat too much food i will feel ＞︿＜ and i don't like feeling nasty. baked goods taste good but not too sweet or else the nasty forms. i can also play instruments !! (violin, contrabass, piano, currently semi-learning viola and cello, i can hold a flute correctly)

sadly i get sick all of the time (my friends have said "you have no immune system" or "sickly victorian child" exact words) but that's a lie im too good to get sick (not real)

i almost had a black belt in taekwondo but i didn't like taekwondo so i left (also covid happened but that's not important)

should i also describe myself? i will, but please ignore this bit if you don't need it

im not tall, but not incredibly short (~160cm) i've been told that i have pretty eyes (hazel) but me personally i just think that they look like standard eyes, they do their job well enough (they are not good at their job my eyes cannot see and i need glasses (contacts are scary)) i have very dark black hair that fades into, you guessed it, dark dark brown hair. (my mom once described it as soft black but idk) its styled like gaming's hair from genshin but a little bit longer (i like to think i look very neutral but i look like a female)

my lifestyle i think is pretty normal. i go to school, go to weekly math or coding club, go home and do work, p r o c r a s t i n a t e, sleep repeat until weekend where i life is a void of forgetfulness and then FUWUASHSH!! monday again. in my free time i do enjoy occasionally baking and traveling (japan !!)

oh no its long i'm sorry i rambled on too much :( please don't take this request if you are too busy i don't want you to feel overwhelmed. if you do want to write for this, then i will be dutifully watchin your posts to see anything familiar (‘-‘*ゞ i'm sorry if everything in this request sounds weird, i am not good with my english. please take care of yourself and have a great happy awesome super delicous wonderhoy day !!

-person who loves your work

I match you with 𝐒𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐤 𝐙𝐢𝐠𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐭

The First Impression:

Sebek is... Sebek. He can be a little hard to get through to at times, even if his core intentions are good. And he doesn't exactly leave a good impression on a lot of people... not that he means to. Perhaps it's your bluntness, or your nonchalant attitude towards him, but for whatever reason, he doesn't immediately write you off.

Why He Fell:

You guys will kill me for this but Sebek is a little cutie. A little fanboy. He's also jumping up and down like wawawawa when he gets excited. He has a lot of growing to do, but if there's anything admirable about him, it's that once you're close to him, he will care about you forever. (Whether he'd like to admit that or not).

Though, truly, he admires you. You're obviously intelligent, you're honest (AKA blunt, but so is he), you have experience in martial arts... somehow, he finds himself watching his tone more around you, and shelving his boisterous, over-confident persona.

The Relationship:

No touching, no problem. Sebek is already getting used to this whole "dating" thing (not that he can't handle being eternally devoted to another person... look at the guy), and he might even breathe a sigh of relief when you say you don't have to sleep in the same bed.

Sebek is... protective, and that's an understatement. He loves people fiercely, and isn't shy about it. You can expect lots of attention and worry and care, especially as someone who gets sick a lot. He will insist on doing everything for you. He'll make an attempt to keep you on task when you need it, too, though he might not be as great at preventing you from overexerting yourself (as he is with himself!)

[cookies-over-yonder]

the red on my face is matching you

dedicated to @officialgleamstar

[title from The Red Means I Love You by Madds Buckley]

"If I can't make you a vampire, can I at least give you a makeover?" Taylor asks, with a mischievous glint in her eye. And, of course, Link obliges. ✧*.♡.*✧ DnDads Halloween Week Day 1: Vampires

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"I wish you could be like me," Taylor whines, wrapping her arms around Link and sighing oh so dramatically.

"What do you mean, honey?" Link asks, carding her fingers through Taylor's hair. She's cold, as per usual.

"You know," she tilts her head toward Link, opens her mouth, and points a claw-like finger at her right fang.

"Like a vampire?"

"Yeah! Then we could be together forever, y'know?" she pouts, and Link's gaze drops from her sparkly eyelids to her blood-red lips, being tugged at a little by her sharp fangs. The lipstick has a little shimmer to it. Link knew she'd like that when she bought it for her. If she were drawing blood right now, it would be nearly invisible.

"Well, you have me right now, and you'll have me for a while."

"True…" she says, running her gaze up and down Link in that way she always does. A hand snakes its way down Link's arm, and they're locking fingers, and Taylor's eyes are fixed on the grip they have on each other.

A smile creeps onto her face, and she looks back up with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"What is it?"

"If I can't make you a vampire, can I at least give you a makeover?"

"A makeover?"

"Like, like, like, I wanna do your nails!" she giggles, and it's the cutest sound.

"O—oh!" Link feels herself grow warmer. She's always flustered at the thought of getting her nails done or wearing makeup and jewelry and dresses, but she's never known where to start.

"Can I? Please?" Taylor asks, pulling her hand out of Link's hold and making grabby hands at her, all complete with the sound of her long, glittery black and red rhinestoned nails clacking together.

Link feels her own mouth curling into a smile. Taylor's excitement has always been most infectious. "Ye—yeah, sure!"

"Yay, oh my god," she grabs Link's arm and pulls her off the couch, starting toward her bedroom hurriedly, dragging Link along. "Let's go!"

Soon enough, Link is sitting on Taylor's bed, surrounded by body pillows, some of which have red lipstick stains she pointedly ignores.

"Okay, here we go!" she says, plopping down a gigantic box on the bed. She takes the lid off and gestures for Link to come look. "Heh, check these out."

It's filled to the brim with nail polish of every colour imaginable, and there's a little clear case of what Link assumes are gems and stickers.

"What colour do you wanna try?"

Link doesn't know. She's never really… worn nail polish before. In fact, before Taylor, there were a lot of things she'd never done, and a lot of things she hadn't realized about herself and about the world.

"I have no idea…"

"Hmm, I guess I could surprise you…" she smirks, and the crinkle of joy in her eyes tells Link the answer.

"Do that. Yes."

Link watches Taylor pull out a few bottles: a few clear, one red, one black, and one white. She pulls out the box of gems as well, and digs to the bottom of the box to find a few tiny metal tools for which Link knows not the use.

Then she clicks the lid back onto the box, and grabs Link's hands, placing them flat on top of it. The sudden feeling of her cold hands startled Link for a moment, but she's grown used to the temperature, and truly finds it rather comforting and grounding in contrast to her warm body temperature.

"Hold still," she says, in a low, almost whispery voice that sends a shiver down Link's spine, and then she holds her hand so gently, with her claw-like nails just barely grazing the back of her hand and the inside of her palm, and Link can feel electric tingles all the way up her arm.

The nail polish is cold. It's not as cold as Taylor's hand, but it is cold. It's a nice feeling. She's careful and precise with each brush stroke, and her eyes glow a fiery red that would make Link weak at the knees had she not already sat down.

Link finds her eyes fluttering shut. It's cool. It's safe. Taylor is here.

Link remembers the feeling of Taylor's fangs grazing against her neck, but never piercing the skin. She knew how Taylor wanted to. Wanted to bite, wanted to transform her, wanted to spend eternity in vampire bliss with her, wanted, wanted, wanted her blood.

And, well, Link wanted to give that, she did, but she just couldn't. She can't.

And Taylor, she respects it.

A little tune breaks the silence. It's definitely an anime opening, Link knows that much. Taylor's humming to herself, or maybe to Link, as she paints.

This is bliss.

If someone had told young Lincoln Li-Wilson that not only would she be a girl, but she'd have a cute vampire girlfriend painting her nails and serenading her on a bed surrounded by lipstick stained body pillows, well…

Actually, she might have believed it.

It's not too far-fetched, all things considered.

"What are you giggling about?" Taylor asks, and Link's eyes snap open.

She hadn't realized she'd been laughing.

"I was just thinking about you."

"What about me?" Taylor asks, bringing her gaze up from the nails to lock eyes with Link, and that same fiery gaze burns bright, and Link feels her heart catch fire.

"You're pretty…"

"Heh, you're pretty too," she says before turning her attention back to the task at hand.

Link feels the same flutters she always feels in the presence of that word. Pretty . She wants to be pretty. Girls are pretty. Taylor is pretty.

Link is pretty.

"I'm gonna put some gems on."

"Alright."

Link's gaze flickers to her nails for a moment before she closes her eyes once more, not wanting to spoil the surprise.

She can feel Taylor adjusting the placement of the gems, and she's so careful with it. She's always been like that. As eager and hyper and impulsive as she can be, she's gentle and cautious whenever necessary.

"You have nice nails," she says.

"I do?" Link replies, eyes still closed.

"Yeah."

"I always felt like they were too short, but I can't stop biting them."

"Heh, I know what that's like, but no, I mean the shape, and like, they're strong. That's good."

"Nice."

"Yeah, and the length is cute too. If you ever want longer nails, though, I have some fake ones I could give you."

"I may take you up on that."

She giggles, and it sends another shiver down Link's spine. "Yay!"

"Yay."

"I'm almost done."

"You work fast."

"You lose track of time."

"Maybe so."

Link feels Taylor press her lips against the backs of her hands, each with a vocalized "mwah" in accompaniment.

"Open your eyes."

And she does.

The thumbnails are black, with red blobs dripping from the tips to the centres, like blood. Spooky.

Her left index finger is red, and her right index finger is black, and there's a row of gemstones increasing in size from the tips down to the bases of the nails.

The middle fingers are split across the centre with red and black on either side. There are two teardrop shaped gemstones on each nail, placed in such a way that they form a small heart.

The ring fingers are a gradient from red to black, with red at the base and black at the tip. But on top of that, there's white circles with small black gemstones placed atop them, almost resembling…

" Soccer balls! "

"Yeah! Cute, right? Honestly, I've been wanting to do your nails for so long, because I always had this specific vision of doing exactly that, and I just knew you would love it—"

"I love you so much ."

"I love you too, my angel," Taylor says, in the same sly yet flirty voice she takes on every now and then.

"Why do you call me that?"

"'Cause you are one. Simple truth."

"I guess I can't argue with the truth."

"You're right."

Link looks back at her nails for a second. The pinkie nails are half black and half white, much like the ring fingers, except that with these ones, the base is black, and the tip is white. as opposed to being split vertically.

"These are so cute. Thank you so much."

"Heh, anything for you," she says, picking up the box and dropping it next to her bed. The bottles she used on Link are still on the blankets, but they're all sealed, so no spillage should occur. "What do you wanna do next?" she asks, and Link's eyes trace the outline of her face. Her sparkly eyelids, her artificially rosy, glittery pink cheeks, her blood-red shimmering lips…

"You know, I—I know I got that lipstick for you, but I kinda wanna try it on."

"Oh, we can do that. I have a special way of applying it, you know," she says, crawling closer to Link, and closing the gap between them where the box once was.

"Oh yeah?" Link asks, her hands itching to wrap around Taylor's waist as she feels Taylor's hands slide up her arms and up her neck to hold her cheeks.

"Don't wreck your nails," she whispers, and Link can feel Taylor's breath against her own.

"I won't, I promise," she whispers back, holding her hands out in front of her with wet, cold nails.

And Taylor leans in, and Link's lips are shimmery and red in no time at all.

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