#Arch Roofing Sheets

[3sgroups]

GC Sheets –shree sivabalaaji steels - 3sgroups

Galvanized roofing materials are strong and durable, and are prepared for all types of weather. Bamboo sheets are common in various parts of India. However, the longevity of GC Sheets can be compromised if not properly prepared.Corrugated Roof can last for more than 50 years, if maintained properly. While it is encouraged to inspect your metal roof every few months, it is best to install the steps outlined below on a regular basis.

Keep it clean regularlyWash your galvanized roofing sheets every 3 to 12 months, depending on local conditions. This prevents the accumulation of dirt and other debris that rain cannot remove.You can use a power washer or hot water, dish soap and a microfiber cloth to remove dirt or grime. Mix soap and water to make a concentrated cleanser. Gently wipe down all the metal surfaces on your roof with a cloth. Be sure to rinse thoroughly.

Cut the greens offIf you have a lot of trees around your property, make sure the branches don’t extend close to or over the roof. Branches can rub off or fall off the metal surface, causing serious damage over time—especially in bad weather.

Buffed from scratchesOnce your roof is cleaned and repaired, it’s time for a full inspection. The first thing to look for is any stains or scratches. Look for damage, looseness, and missing covers. If most of these imperfections are minor, you can patch them up or paint them over. Major defects may require replacement of affected parts with new Shree Sivabalaaji steel 3sgroups roofing sheets.It’s important to check these items on a regular basis, especially if your region experiences storm every year. This will prevent further minor damage to the roof.

Check for CorrosionWhen inspecting, watch out for scratches, which are a sign of Corrosion. Check all openings in your roof, such as heating vents and hot water, that cause corrosion.If you notice small amounts of rust, you can use a washing powder to remove them. You can also use a protective coating or primer to prevent further damage. However, if the corrosion is severe, it may be best to replace your roof.

Make sure there are no connectionsWhen metals come in contact, they cause chemical staining and damage. Double check your roof during renovations, even if it’s unlikely you have metals in the roof. This will help prevent premature deterioration of your GC document and possible system failure. Protect and preserve your investment! Use these tips for GC Sheet maintenance. If you are looking for a strong, durable, and attractive roof, replace your old 3sgroups with GC sheet!

[et6rnalsun]

RAW, DEEP, NEXT QUESTION.

you don't even need to ask chris to hit it raw. it would be ridiculous, especially since he has never in his life found himself buying condoms with the intention of using them. he is reckless, never cares, and in sex these characteristics of his all come out like a waterfall.

but in that moment, the one in which his fingers with a torturing and lacerating slowness — the cause of an annoying twist in the lower part of your belly — removed your panties with a knowing smirk, you felt so excited. so wet that you were pretty sure that your juices had already started to soak the sheets of his bed. he had decided to take it easy, teasing you until the last brief moment, and you decided to let your pussy do the talking. “i want it raw” you breathed out unapologetically, your eyes traveling down his v-line exposed after he removed his pants as well.

he let out a deeply amused laugh, tossing his calvin klein boxers in a messy way into the corner of the room. “i know,” he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, his large fingers coming to rest on your thighs to spread them better. "when has it not been like this, huh?"

you couldn’t help but let out a needy whimper when he roughly shifted your position in that way, the cold air suddenly hitting your sensitivity jolted you—you were simply used to the warmth provided by your thighs pressing needily together. “shut up. it would be nice if you- if you used a condom sometime” you murmured with your lower lip trapped between your teeth, your voice dying slightly as he brushed his tip against your puffy and throbbing clit.

“mhm” he continued with those languid movements, spreading your stickiness mixed with his all over your pussy, barely holding back obscene sounds just like yours. “you don’t mean it” and he knew it. he knew how much you liked it too, that the sensation was so raw and bare. that there was no barrier to prevent direct and pleasurable contact. he slowly made his way to your entrance, and with a sharp thrust (different from all that slowness used previously) he quickly entered you, your back arched automatically as your fingers began to tightly grip the sheets. “chris” you moaned loudly, as if asking for pity.

but chris didn’t even listen to you. he was focused on your moans echoing around the room as he found his rhythm with no effort at all, the way you were wet only helping to make it easier. there was no middle ground in his thrusts, he started with full force while holding onto your hips—fingers probably leaving their red mark on the soft skin. his intention was to make you fall in love with the feeling even more, the naked thrill of being. your gummy walls were squeezing him like never before, and the way he felt it so deep in his flesh made him shiver. that was what he liked. you were being loud, and he kept praising you for being so fucking good and welcoming him like this. he then lifted one of your legs, resting it on his shoulder as he deepened the angle mercilessly. “see, baby? see how fuckin’ good this is?”

you were glad it was raw, deep. didnt need other questions.

@secretlocket @waitforyrlove @zweigsangel @sirenedeslily @sosasturns @zebonos @sweetestpoetic @ilovedanielcaesar @sturniolossss @freshloveee @777sturn @jetaimevous @carvedtits

[delusionalwh6re]

࿐࿔ ⋆ ｡˚ taste

࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ lee myung-gi x fem!reader

warnings: 🔞smut, fem receiving!oral, squirting, fingering, language, dirty talk, and overstimulation

summary: your man loves being between your thighs

authore’s note: A LIL SUM WHILE I WRITE THIS LONG DETAILED ASS SMUT.. it’s taking me foreva im so maddd 💔

i tried so hard not to laugh while making this in PUBLIC.

Your mind was foggy. Head spinning as your mind raced with all types of feelings. The sensation between your legs becoming stronger as you started to shake.

A gasp left your mouth when Myung-gi placed yet another lick onto your slit. He firmly pressed his tongue on your flesh as he dragged it up to suck on your clit.

“Fuck” left your mouth as your back arched causing him to only suck harder as if you were floating away

Your moans only got louder as you grabbed onto his hair which turned him on through the roof. Lifting your hand up with what little strength you had left to try and pry his greedy mouth off of you.

Myung-gi had been doing this for hours. Not letting up until HE was ready to — which would probably be never.

If there was one thing about him it was that this man was a munch. He could spend the rest of his life smuggled between your thighs, hell maybe even a whole day if you let him.

Which there’s been a few times you have — how could you resist him?

“Pleasee” you whined gripping onto the fitted sheets next to you — a desperate plea for all of this to end

His mouth finally popped off of you with a ‘pwah’

“Use your words baby, please what?”

He knew exactly what he was doing. A smug grin forming on his face as he finally caught sight of you.

He did this teasing thing where he would let you cum, then drag another orgasm out of you just to deny you at the very last second, and finally let you gush all over him again. The process being repeated.

But at the end of the day, he always took care of you.

You were completely naked, laying bare in front of him — lips swollen, boobs bouncing with each heavy breath your took, eyes watering, skin sweaty, hair frizzy. The most beautiful sight he ever saw.

Now Myung-gi was a lot of things, a pussy pleaser being one of them. You could even say his greatest gift. No matter what he always put your pleasure first.

It didn’t take long for you to tell him what you wanted. Grabbing him by the back of his head to press him against your pussy. Moans started leaving your mouth as he instantly got to work.

“Yes, yes, yes!” you chanted throwing your head back as his lips sloppily kissed your lower ones — squelching noises being heard through the room.

He grunted, pausing for a second before throwing your shaky legs over his shoulders. Slightly lifting them up to get better access to your sweet center.

The sounds leaving your mouth completely pornagraphic at this point as the man under you devoured you like his last meal.

“Myung-gi” you whimpered feeling his plump lips leave hard suckles onto your swollen bud.

Tears forming in your eyes as the familiar ache in your core started to unravel. Lifting your head up to look at him — making you nearly gush at the sight.

His eyes were low as he never once took them off you, which only kept his motivation going. The fluffy hair he usually kept put together now messy, his face practically covered in your juices, his muscles flexing with each move he made on you.

You reached out for him. You needed something, anything to keep you from feeling like you were gonna explode. His hand met yours, intertwining them gently.

His tongues swirled in ways he knew you liked. Being used to his antics you could tell what he was up to, trying to bring you to your breaking point. Essentially trying to make you tap out.

“So, so good. Tastes so good my love” his voice muffled against your pussy.

He shook his head back and forth making you throb, feeling him get so desperate for you turned him on. The both of you really, bringing out a nasty side of each other nobody else could see.

“Like that” you moaned moving your hips up and down on his face.

“Yeah? You like that?” spelling out his name with his tongue, now using his finger to probe at your entrance.

“Mhm!” you nodded frantically crushing your thighs against his head slightly the closer you got.

A surprised scream leaving your throat when he slid his thick finger into your tight walls. Instantly curling it against your g-spot.

“Don’t stop” a tear flowing down your cheek, all of it being too much. The overstimulation catching up to you.

“You’re almost there” he praised gently. Inserting his middle finger inside of you before curling both of them up at the same time — just the way you liked it.

“I’m cumming!” you squealed closing your eyes as the ecstasy it all consumed you.

“There you go beautiful” he placed sloppy kisses at your center — licking up the cum that streamed out of you as you seized above him. Smirking at the sight of you letting his mouth pleasure you.

“Bae-babe, oh my gosh!” you squeezed his hand feeling a now different sensation.

“I gotchu” he rubbed your thigh up and down soothingly with his free hand “let go for me my love”

You weren’t able to speak before a loud splash was heard.

“Oh yeah, make that pussy squirt for me” Myung-gi sat up between your legs rubbing your clit back and forth — making sure you finished complete.

Once you broke out of your trance. You leaned up, a pout on your lips telling him all he needed to now — you were happy yet upset with him after all the torture he put you through.

“I love you too” he sarcastically smiled at you before leaning up to place a kiss on your stomach — that was covered in sweat.

“Ew get off of me” you whined trying to push him away as he now tried pressing a kiss against your lips.

“So I can’t have a kiss?” he tilted his head trying to hide his smirk.

“Boy bye, you seemed to be having the time of your life with my other lips. Go away” you faked an attitude knowing you wanted nothing more than him all over you

A gentle smack was laid onto your sensitive pussy causing you to hiss.

“And I enjoyed it” he smirked laying on you, with no care in the world as all his weight was against you.

“I can tell” you grumbled while your cheeks warmed up against your face

WHEWWW CHILE.. i had to take a couple breaks during this 😭 i was lowkey cringing but there was parts where i was like “hol on i nibbled a lil bit!” haha

don’t be afraid to sends reqs 😫 i would love to do more of these while writing longer more plot based smuts/fics! i find these a lot easier to do & they take me less than a day to do

[annwrites]

⸻ fallen for the monster. ⸻

· pairing: pyramid head x fem!reader · type: one-shot · summary: with no memory of how you got there, you find yourself trapped within the haunting confines of the town of silent hill. and there is where you find that which has haunted your nightmares dreams for weeks on-end. but you are not horrified by him. and he wants you all the more for it. · tags: use of restraints, monster fucking, tummy bulge, body worship, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, overstimulation, nipple play, pussy smacking, clit pinching, chair sex · tw: dubcon · word count: 2,393

When you awake, you feel a dull, throbbing ache at the base of your skull.

Your head lulls to the side and you blink blearily against dim overhead lighting which buzzes quietly, and your head spins. You worry you have a concussion.

You try to swallow, but your tongue only serves to stick to the roof of your mouth.

And then your senses clear, but only minimally. Enough for you to realize your limbs are latched tightly to the large piece of rusted sheet metal which you are lying utterly naked upon.

Then is when you begin to hyperventilate in terror.

You don't recall this place.

One moment, you'd been in bed sound asleep. The next, you awake to this: being trussed up like game to be slaughtered.

You've been sleep walking again, haven't you?

This may feel like a nightmare, but you know that you are utterly awake.

Hot tears begin to slip down your cheeks while your breasts rapidly rise and fall as you strain against your restraints, even if you know that there's no use.

Nevertheless, you try and try until your skin is nearly rubbed raw in your efforts to free yourself.

Your chin wobbles and you begin to quietly sob.

You want so desperately to go home.

Why is this happening to you? Why would someone do this? Why are men such depraved, disgusting creatures? You've done nothing wrong to deserve what is inevitably coming for you.

You should've placed more locks upon your door to prevent yourself from escaping.

Even if you somehow know that even if you'd implemented a dozen...they wouldn't have mattered.

You've just begun to drift off to sleep when you hear it.

You'd tried keeping your eyes open for as long as you possibly could, but once the adrenaline began to wear off and you let the silence envelope you, it lulled you into a false sense of security. And so you had closed your lids for just a moment. Just one.

But now your heart is pounding away between your breasts once again.

The sound of something heavy and metallic scrapes against the floor not far from the room you're trapped in.

Your mind races with various horrifying scenarios.

What if he doesn't mean to rape you at all, but instead torture you? What if that is what is scraping against the floor as he comes ever-closer: a weapon? An axe, or a pipe, or a machete, or—

You begin to strain again, your cries growing in volume as you arch your back and grit your teeth and pull, pull, pull.

But even if you could free even one limb—you fear you would need to deglove a hand or a foot to even accomplish such a feat—what of the rest?

The sound stops. Suddenly. Outside the door.

Your fear you may lose consciousness again.

And then you hope for as much.

At least you would be spared that way... In a sense.

Rusted hinges creak while the base of the door scrapes against the cement floor and you go utterly still and silent as you stare with wide eyes at what is to come.

And when you see it, your mouth falls open, but nothing comes out. Not even a gasp.

You should've known.

How could you not have known?

He's haunted your dreams for months on-end.

At the beginning, you merely hid, even if the sensation of him was everywhere in your sleeping state.

Even when awake, you feel him with you—you're never alone now.

And then you had stopped hiding.

You began seeking him out instead.

You admitted it to yourself somewhere along the way: your attraction to this faceless thing.

You liked watching him and the things he would do.

The ways he relieved his sexual frustrations as cum poured from his penis when he would finish in hidden rooms that only you could find.

You admired his tall, sturdy body, sinewy limbs, and his long, thick cock.

You've touched yourself raw over it.

He slams the door shut behind him and you jerk involuntarily while spreading your legs, offering yourself up to him.

At last—at long last you can have it: him. Can be the object of his desires and darkening attentions.

Every inch of you grows warm and heat pools between your spread thighs.

"It's you," you sigh while licking your lips.

He rests his great knife against the wall before stalking toward you. His heavy boots thump against the floor, the sensation reverberating through you.

He comes to stand between your legs, his hands resting at his sides while his fingers twitch in anticipation.

You want to see his face, but that part of himself he's never revealed. Not even to you. You somehow know it within your heart that he never will.

You shed a tear at the thought.

He slides his callused hands up your shins, over your knees, and then between your thighs.

You whimper when he stops. For he is so near where you're now dripping and desperate for him.

"Please," you beg—a mere whisper.

He cocks his head to the side, then moves his hands to your chest.

He takes each of your breasts within his grip and begins to knead the soft, squishy mounds between his fingers.

Your skin is so soft and warm. Clean and undefiled. Delicate.

He pinches a tiny nipple between his fingertips and rolls it around until it is taught and pebbled.

You bite your lip and clench tightly around nothing. You need more. From him.

He does the same with your other breast, and then he lightly slaps each of them, watching in fascination as they jiggle.

He slides a palm down your stomach and runs his fingers through the smattering of coarse, yet soft hair upon your pubic mound.

He takes your supple hips into his hands and squeezes.

Everything about you is so soft and weak and fragile.

So human.

So pure and feminine.

He likes you like this: weak.

He removes his smock and it falls to the floor, leaving his form bare before you.

You gasp in shock.

Up close like this, it's impossibly large.

It will never fit.

But oh, how you need for it to.

"Will it hurt?" You whimper.

He merely grunts in response before stroking himself from base to shaft, over and over.

"Here," you whisper, wiggling your hips. "Between my legs. Put it there. Let me help you feel better."

He squeezes his tip tightly and greyish liquid oozes out, dribbling onto the floor.

You nod your head. "Ease it in where I'm wet. You'll like it. It's meant for you to have. All of me is. I want to give you relief. I'm yours."

He positions his cock before your entrance and rubs the bulbous, mushroom tip against your cunt.

You smile in response.

Nearly there.

It's about to happen.

"That's it," you encourage softly. "Right there. Shove it inside."

You know it will be excruciating initially. But you have to do this.

It's always been meant to happen.

You're meant for him to have. To utilize as he pleases.

He eases into you as you instructed, but only the tip.

Your back arches and your eyes go wide as you begin to stretch around him. "Ah, more. Give me more."

He shoves his hips forward, his girth settling inside you inch-by-inch.

You begin to softly cry.

"All of it. I have to have it all. We're supposed to do it like this. Please. Please."

He watches as shimmering tears slip from your innocent eyes.

"I love you."

He thrust inside of you then, burying himself firmly in your tight, wet heat.

He roars at the feel of you wrapped so perfectly around him.

He'd meant to be gentle with you, but you had begged him so sweetly. How could he ever deny you like this?

You choke on your tears and it burns where his body is now connected with your own, but it feels so, so right.

Like two broken, grotesque, tormented things being joined into one which is whole at last.

He grips your hips and you glance down, studying where his erection bulges against your stomach, ready to rip you open at any moment, and then he begins to brutally thrust.

He watches in fasciation as your breasts and skin and softness bounce with every jerk of his body against yours.

"More, more, more," you plead.

He cups your face between his hands, wanting to please his pure little mortal with the broken mind and heart.

He eases a thumb into your mouth and you begin to suck quietly, grounding yourself to him.

Your eyes flutter closed and you hum in contentment.

He needn't have bound you.

You would've remained all on your own, because it is he who has taken you captive.

You would never willingly leave him.

He knows this. Has known for some time.

He doesn't understand your dedication to him—your love for him—but he takes it anyway. Because that is what he does. That...is what he is: a taker.

He doesn't understand the concept of love. Has never even heard the word before you uttered it a moment ago, but somehow, he knows it is what he has when you're with him in this cursed place.

His cock throbs painfully between your walls, desperate for release.

He looks down to the tiny, swollen nub between your legs and he decides to touch it. Perhaps it feels as smooth and precious as the rest of you.

He pinches it between his fingers and your eyes open once again while you gasp in shock.

"Ah! Please," you whimper.

He slaps it painfully with his open palm and you clench around him, squeezing his veiny erection tightly.

So he does it again, and you draw him impossibly further inside.

Yes, he is inside you, while you are inside his world.

Never to escape.

No, now that he has you here in flesh and blood and bone, you cannot leave.

He cannot bear it.

His sweet, ignorant human girl...fallen for a monster.

If only you knew the blood upon his hands. But you have licked it clean. Have washed him with your tears.

He begins to rub that sensitive nub fervently—round and round—and you squeal and pull against your restraints and your legs wobble. "T-There, yes!"

He grunts and groans, pumping away, wanting to see what it is which you do when you finally reach your peak.

He needs to see.

You squeeze tightly, like a vice, and you spread your legs wide. "Nearly—"

You begin to squelch loudly against him—your cunt's arousal coats his cock now.

"So—" You whimper and cry softly. "Like that."

He slaps it again, then pinches, rubs, pinches, slaps—

"Yes!" You cry, relief washing over you as you climax around his cock. "Good, so goooood. Perfect."

You pant slowly and you giggle quietly.

"Finally," you whisper affectionately.

He doesn't stop, however. He continues to rock his hips against yours, fucking himself between your sore, pulsating walls.

But you know he needs this.

And so you let him continue for however long he may require.

Until he begins to touch it again.

You jerk, then sniffle. "It's too sensitive. You have to wait."

He ignores that.

He liked it: what you just did.

Likes it more than anything.

He wants to see it again. To feel it again. Wants you to feel it again.

So he slaps your raw cunt and pinches your clit tightly.

"Mm! Please, don't!"

He growls lowly before rubbing feverishly at it.

"No. Just wa—"

He slaps it again as punishment.

You sob.

"Ple—"

Another slap—even harder.

You force yourself to be quiet then; swallow down your protests. For his sake.

You want nothing more in all the world than to please him.

And he wants the same for you. To please his pathetic little human.

He embraced his monstrosity long ago. It's all he's ever been. And so he is not above torture. Not even of this nature.

But you like it. You can't hide yourself from him. In any facet.

His breathing grows heavy and labored and his fingers circle your red, swollen clit before he grinds down against it with the heel of his palm.

Your body gyrates atop the thin metal he has you placed upon and drool drips from the corner of your open mouth.

So he shoves two fingers inside the pool of saliva and you clamp down against them and suck at him between plump lips.

Such strange creatures you humans are. To him, at least.

But he likes your warmth, and smooth skin, and soft breasts, and squishy cunt.

So, so delicate you are. Easy to manipulate and use.

A thin sheen of sweat has broken out across his naked form and he labors to reach his peak—to aid you in reaching yours.

And then your walls begin to squeeze around him again, giving him a wanted signal.

He thrusts and thrusts, leaning over you, turning his head so as not to impale you.

You are the only one he could never stand to kill or maim.

He grips the cuffs around your wrists and pulls, freeing your limbs.

You quickly wrap them around his shoulders.

He does the same with your ankles, so you wrap them around his waist.

He lifts you into the air and grips you beneath your fleshy ass, sliding you along his impossibly long erection.

He stumbles back into a chair, which groans beneath his heavy weight and you hold yourself to him.

You rock your hips against his as your feet dangle well above the floor.

He guides you along his shaft, instructing you.

You press your lips to his neck, his shoulder, his pecks.

"I love you," you whisper once more.

And then he roars so loud it nigh-on shakes the entire building as he spills and spills and spills inside of you.

It's so much that it covers his thighs, pours onto the floor, and covers your young, fertile walls.

And then the two of you calm and he holds you close while burying his scarred fingers in your damp hair.

"Do I get to stay this time?" You whimper.

He nods.

[wanderingsoul6261]

In The End

Credit for gif goes to cinevettel

James Beaufort x Reader

synopsis: Reader loses her virginity to James. She says something unexpected, and he suddenly avoids her. It's not until the Victorian dance that mistakes are realizes and amends are made.

Warning: MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT 18+ theme in the beginning. Sexual content below the cut.

Heavy breathing filled the room along with quiet whimpers and low groans. Y/N hands clenched the bed sheets, her back arching as James made quick work of his tongue. One hand settled upon her stomach while the other thrusted two fingers into her pussy. His lips and tongue were attached to her clit, sucking and flicking, devouring her like he was a man starved. And boy was he starved.

His eyes peered up at Y/N. James listened as she started to breathe heavily, closing his eyes has her hands flew to the back of his head, holding him steady. She was getting close. He could tell.

It didn't take him long to get her to this point. She was weak. Sensitive. It was her first time and he want to take his time going over every little quirk about her. He wanted her to be nothing but putty in his hands by the time that they were done.

"That's it, love. Breathe." He said loud enough for her to hear, before latching his lips back onto her clit. James pulled his face away again, watching as his fingers continued to disappear inside of her. He let out a groan at the sight. "Oh, you are so beautiful." His cock strained painfully against his boxers, and on instinct, he rutted his hips against the bed. He let his head fall, the movement of his hand faltering slightly before he continued, trying to hold back on getting himself off on the bed. He wanted it to happen in her. If she'd allow it.

"James- fuck" Y/N took in a sharp inhale of breath, a whimper escaping her. "I need you-" another gasp. "Please." James pressed his thumb against her clit, rubbing it harshly and he continued to thrust his fingers inside. He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, leaning forward and pressing his lips to her shoulder. Her arms came up around his shoulders as his lips slowly trailed up along her shoulders and up her neck, to the pulse point right behind her ear. He grinned when he felt her clench around his fingers, not sure how much longer he can wait himself.

"Just give me one, sweetheart. And then I'll give you anything you want." James murmured quietly. He lifted his head to look her in her eyes. "I just ask for one thing." She let out a whimper, as if telling him to say what he wanted to. "Look at me when you cum around my fingers."

If she wasn't already a puddle, she was then. It only took a few more thrusts of his fingers and she was coming. As he had asked, she looked him in his eyes as her body trembled, although her eyes did roll to the back of her head from the pleasure of the orgasm. Pleasure overwhelmed her and James thrusted his fingers inside her through said orgasm, cooing softly at her.

"That's it, love. Such a good girl. You did amazing." He moved down her body, pressing his tongue to her pussy, cleaning up the mess she had made. A quiet groan left his body as he lapped up her juices, before moving back up her body and pressing a kiss to her lips.

Y/N reached her hands down, moving his boxers down his thighs, letting him kick it off the rest of the way. He leaned over to grab a condom from his wallet when she stopped him.

"I'm on birth control." she shrugged. "It's helps with the painful periods." And just like that, James was ten times more aroused. He leaned down and captured her lips into a searing kiss, positioning himself.

Pulling away from the kiss, James looked down at Y/N, waiting for her. When she made eye contact with him and nodded, their following actions were sealed.

----

"I love you, James."

Y/N felt stupid. Why did she say it? Sure, James and she have been seeing each other for a little bit now, and it might have felt right in that moment to say it. However, she wasn't sure anymore.

And why was that?

James has been avoiding her. And what else was she to think? Was it the sex? Was it that bad? Did he not like it? Or her? No, that couldn't have been it. It didn't make sense.

What did make sense, was what she said as the two reached orgasm, one right after the other.

She should have made sure he was ready, so she knew for a fact that this was her fault. But how could she fix it?

She had already tried to talk to him several times the first day back to classes that week. And each time she had been avoided. He brushed past her, avoiding all eye contact. She had even tried grabbing his wrist or bicep to get him to stop. But each time, he pulled away from her grasp, continuing on away from her. Y/N was left alone in the middle of the hallway, watching his back as he disappeared from sight, wondering what she could do this fix this. Her face, crestfallen, as he didn't even send a look back at her over his shoulder. And people were starting to talk. What happened to the most popular couple of Maxton Hall?

And that's how the following weeks went on. All the way to the Victorian dance, she had been ignored, but as being part of the planning committee, there was no way she could get out attending it. And she has tried.

And so here she stood, next to Ruby Bell as a small group of them talked. She swirled the champagne in her glass, looking down at it sullenly, her heart aching. Y/N was hoping that today, her and James could have danced. Oh, how wrong she was.

It was only minutes later when Ruby started to nudge Y/N, motioning down towards the ground floor. And she almost dropped her glass at the sight of him standing down there. James Mortimer Beaufort. Wearing a suit that was not quite Victorian Style, but a suit, nonetheless. And as he stared at her, he looked completely and utterly mesmerized.

She gave her glass to Ruby to pass off to some other person, making her way down to him. Why was she allowing her feet to cover her to him. He had been ignoring and avoiding her as if her life depending on it.

Y/N hesitated for a moment. Why was she giving in so easily to him after what he had done?

Because it was an easy answer. She still loved him. But she was pissed.

Y/N came to stand in front of James, and without a second to waste, she slapped him. The crack resounded through the room, catching many nearby by surprise.

He stood in silence, slowly looking back at her.

"You deserve that." Y/N huffed. He nodded.

"Agreed. I did in fact deserve that." Her resolve softened subtly, seeing the guilt and regret in his eyes.

"Then why?" she asked.

"I was scared." He said simply, as if it was some normal answer to what happened.

"Scared of what, James?" she asked. James was silent for several moments.

"Love. You told me you loved me, and I got scared because I've never heard it truthfully. Not unless it was from my mother, and I panicked because I didn't think you could actually love someone like me. So, I did what I thought was best for myself in that moment and that was to avoid you. Over time though, I realized it wasn't best for either of us, because it didn't address things fully."

"Love someone like you- James. I absolutely adore you. I love you because of who you are. Not the James you pretend to be for everyone else. But the you that you become when it's just us." Y/N explained, her hands coming up to rest on his face. "Do I need to say it again for you to believe it?" she asked, noticing the few tears the slipped down his cheeks and quickly brushing them away. He gave her a tiny nod.

"I love you, James Mortimer Beaufort."

"I love you too, sweetheart."

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[hoshifighting]

hii lylaa, can you write a smut abt hao when he is stressed and accidentaly snaps at you but eats you out as an apology?

minghao eating you out as an apology after he snaps at you

WARNINGS: angst, smut, oral.

you were just trying to help, but it’s obvious that minghao's stress level is through the roof. he's pacing around the living room, muttering to himself, while you sit on the couch, watching him with concern. the day has been long, filled with endless rehearsals and meetings.

“hao, you need to take a break,” you say gently, trying to offer some comfort. “maybe we can go for a walk or—”

“i don’t need a break,” he snaps, his tone sharper than a knife. “i just need to get this done, okay? why can’t you understand that?”

his words hit you like a cold wave, and you feel your face flush with embarrassment. you weren't expecting such a harsh response, especially when all you wanted to do was help. you stand up, crossing your arms over your chest, and stare at him, eyes wide with disbelief.

“fine,” you scoff. “i was just trying to help, but if you're going to be like this, then maybe i should just leave you alone.”

before he can respond, you turn on your heel and storm out of the room. you don't get far; you barely make it to the bedroom when you hear his footsteps following you. you ignore him, feeling the sting of his words lingering in your mind. you sit on the edge of the bed, facing away from the door.

suddenly, you feel his presence behind you. minghao’s hands rest gently on your shoulders, and you tense up, unsure of what to expect. he kneels down, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you close. his touch is soft, as if he's afraid you'll push him away.

“i’m sorry,” he whispers. “i didn’t mean to snap at you. i'm just... overwhelmed.”

you take a deep breath, feeling the tension in your shoulders start to melt away. you know he didn’t mean it, but the hurt is still there, lingering like a shadow. you turn slightly, looking at him over your shoulder. his eyes are filled with guilt, and there's a softness in his expression that tugs at your heart.

“i know you didn’t,” you say quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. “but it still hurt.”

he nods, his lips pressing into a thin line. “i know, and i’m sorry,” he repeats, his hands gently caressing your sides. “let me make it up to you.”

before you can respond, minghao's lips are on your neck, trailing soft kisses down your skin. his hands slide under your shirt, fingertips grazing your skin, and you can't help but gasp.

“hao, what are you doing?” you ask, your voice uncertain.

he doesn’t answer, instead gently pushing you back onto the bed. you find yourself lying down, with minghao hovering over you, his eyes locked onto yours.

he moves down, his lips following the path of his hands as he lifts your shirt, kissing your stomach, your hips, until he's kneeling between your legs. he looks up at you. “let me make it up to you,” he whispers, his voice low and husky. “please.”

you nod. minghao slowly slides your panties down, you feel your breath hitch as he leans in closer.

his hands gently part your thighs, and you feel the warmth of his breath against your clit. he presses a soft kiss to your inner thigh, then another, and another, you can’t help but let out a soft moan, bucking your hips for him to lick you.

then, without warning, minghao's tongue flicks out, teasing your entrance. the contact makes you arch your back, your fingers gripping the sheets. he starts slow, his tongue more drenching you than moving, tasting you, exploring every inch of your cunt.

minghao’s hands grip your hips, holding you in place as he continues sucking you. he alternates between long, slow licks and quick, flickering movements. you can’t help the moans that escape your lips, your body squirming under his touch.

“hao, oh my god,” you gasp, your fingers tangling in his hair. he looks up at you, his eyes locked onto yours, just to tease you.

he increases the pressure, his tongue working in rhythm with his fingers as he slides one, then two inside you. you cry out, your back arching off the bed. minghao's pace quickens, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate, as if he's pouring all his apologies into this act.

you feel the familiar tension in your abdomen, the telltale sign of your orgasm. minghao seems to sense it too, his efforts becoming more focused, more persistent. he pulls back slightly, his lips wrapping around your clit, head bobbing, sucking tightly as his fingers continue fucking your g'spot.

that’s all it takes.

with a cry of his name, you come undone. your body trembles, your fingers gripping his hair as you ride out on his sopping tongue. minghao doesn’t stop, his tongue and fingers working you through your orgasm, pulling out every last drop of your orgasm.

finally, as your orgasm subsides, he pulls away, his lips and chin glistening. he looks up at you, a satisfied smile on his face, and you can’t help but smile back, breathless and dazzled. he crawls up to lie beside you, his arms wrapping around you.

he kisses you, his tongue sharing your essence with your tongue. his shiny chin makes your skin glossy too. you pull away to look at him.

“who told you to stop huh? apologize properly.” you nod to your pussy direction. and he smiles, lowering down again. “you were a very, very bad boy.”

[jjkprncss]

PUSSY TALK - SUGURU GETO

CONTENT WARNING: begging, wrist restraints, rough (ish) sex

819 pm Los Angeles, Ca

"s....ugu.. pl...mmmgn" you protested, reaching your hand behind you, trying to push your 6'3 boyfriend off of you. he groaned, leaning his hips farther into yours as he held a firm grasp on your wrist, now holding your hand behind your back. 

"I thought you weren't gon' talk to me? you weren't gon' make noise babe? what happened?" he whispered, pressing his thumb into your lower back, forcing your arch up higher. "is it too much for you yn?"

741 pm Los Angeles, Ca

"you're getting on my nerves miss ..." suguru threw his head back, his fingers pinching his nose bridge, irritated by your attitude. 

"me? you come home late every night. you don't talk to me, you don't kiss me, you don't even look at me suguru. but I'm the one working your nerves yea ok" you scoffed, placing the dirty dishes into the soap-filled sink. 

you and suguru have been having issues for almost three weeks now. you just finished school, leaving you with too much free time on your hands. this wouldn't have been a problem if you didn't choose to move in with your long-term boyfriend, suguru. his loft was only a 10-minute drive from the college you were accepted into, so being able to live with your boyfriend and go to school was a win-win. 

lately, he has been working ... very late hours. 6 am to 10 pm, sometimes even past midnight. of course, you tried talking to him about it, but with every attempt, he just blew you off. ever since then, everything he did when he was at home would just irk you. things aren't like they were before. 

"I am working. providing for you, keeping a roof over your head, and money in your bank account" suguru stood up, tying his shoulder-length jet-black hair up into a bun. he walked into the kitchen, grabbing hold of the towel in your hand. "I don't hear you complaining then do I?" 

"you're an ass!" you snatched the towel back, throwing it at his chest. wiping your hands, you stormed away annoyed at his stupid response. "Im done fucking talking to you, for the rest of the night you wont hear shit from me" 

820 pm Los Angeles, Ca

"mmng.." you muffled, stuffing your face into the pillow in front of you, leaving a small smear of brown foundation on the bright pink sheets you two shared. you rolled your eyes, feeling his thick tip ram in between your folds, hitting your cervix. 

"thats what I thought ... cmere" he reached over, grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you up to his chest. "I hear that pussy talkin' to me though don't I?"

SLAP SLAP SLAP 

"pl..pleasughh" your free hand reached back, attempting to do the same push as before. he grabbed it, your wrists now feeling small in the grasp of his one hand, his other still gripped around your neck.

"what you want me to stop?" suguru slowed the pace of his hips, now increasing into long, hard strokes. "that's not what she's telling me. all I hear is you want more" he laughed, whispering in your ear before shoving your head back down into the mattress. "keep that pussy wet for me yn...just like that"

[solbaby7]

someone requested [ Manhattan + salt rim + neat ] and I accidentally deleted it but i remembered!!

warnings: leashes (yup like for dogs 🤭) minors dni, thank you thank you thank you thank you for this request 🥵

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Azriel knew it was going to be an issue—you spending so much time with Nesta Archeron.

He’d found it cute at first. His sweet girl making friends with someone as prickly as death incarnate, until he’d started noticing the changes. How kind words shift into a biting wit; adopting a darker kind of humor that leaves his brows raised and tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth. “Come bunny, it’s time to get out of bed.”

Perhaps it’s in that learned behavior where you find the gall to part your lips and mutter, “No, I’m not going.”

It’s surprising—your defiance. Enough for him to pause in the middle of his morning routine, thigh holsters half buckled with an array of sharpened daggers and switchblades laid out before him. “Say that again?”

“To training,” You elaborate, mindlessly toying with the fraying edges of your nail varnish. Soft sheets swallow you whole, thick pillows and duvets emitting Azriel’s comforting scent all around you. “I’m not going today.”

For only a second he falters before his movements start up again, deft fingers easily buckling strips of leather and filling the slots with weapons. “Are you not feeling well?”

“I’m feeling like I don’t want to sweat under the burning sun all fucking day.” Your eyes are too busy rolling at the thought to notice the tick of Azriel’s jaw, the strained way he tightens his belt. “Nes and I are going shopping after brunch instead.”

“Oh?” There’s a pause, a tense silence that forces you to lean up on your elbows, neck craning to peer over at the Illyrian. Though, Azriel’s not getting ready anymore and he’s lounging too comfortably for someone who’d been adamant on following the guidelines of his rigorous schedule. The clock tick, tick, ticks away and for some reason he’s not reaching for his top or the crossbody holsters he slides on after. His hair is still dripping wet from his shower, not even bothering to work his styling pomade through. “Says who?”

He just sits there—watching, waiting. Staring at you like one of the prisoners he chains up in his dungeons; prodding at the barriers of their restraint until the spymaster tore it to shreds. You hate how well it works, chipping away at the fortified walls you’d built in your new friendships. How easily Azriel’s able to walk up to those borders and send them crumbling down with nothing more than a look.

It should be embarrassing, the affect he has on you. The way one arched brow has your spine instinctively straightening, throat rolling with a swallow as you struggle to muster up the same confidence that burned through you just moments ago. “I wasn’t aware I needed permission.”

Azriel hums low in his chest, shoulders relaxing and head nodding once, twice, three times before that stoic expression melts into understanding. “I see, that’s probably my fault. Got a touch lenient—allowed room for a little too much…hope.”

“Hope?”

Alarm bells begin ringing the further he settles in the chair, thick thighs spreading wide and veiny forearms eat up the space along the armrest. “Hope,” he agrees. “Give a good pet a little too much freedom—too much hope and all the necessary structure begins to waver.” You’re caught like a fly in a trap, limbs sticking to the carefully spun webs Az’s woven until your struggle only leaves the metaphorical ropes twisting and knotting tighter. “Don’t worry, I’m a good trainer. Won’t let you slack for a second—even if you do bat those pretty lashes up at me.”

Your mouth goes dry when his wrist flicks, two fingers beckoning you closer in silent command. A part of you hesitates; resists the rigorous discipline and rules put in place to keep you safe. Protected. But Nesta said that you were perfectly capable of protecting yourself without some overgrown bat looming over your shoulder. Right?

You obey anyway, praying that Azriel doesn’t hold the contemplation against you.

The Mother doesn’t seem to hear your plea, too occupied with more deserving persons to spare a second glance at the predicament you’d weaseled your way into. Each step closer feels like knowing wrong and choosing the sin anyway, solidifying your fate and dealing your destiny with the devil for all time. “Sit.”

A huffy breath of irritation before you ease down to your knees, leaning your weight back against your calves. “I’m not some fucking dog.”

“No, you aren’t,” His hand smells of body wash when a thumb runs over the curve of your cheek, blunt nail tracing against the shape of your mouth. It’s almost sweet, toeing the line of possibly romantic when you hear it—the squeaky strain of fresh leather. The cool bite of the latch registers too late, a metallic click locking it in place. “But lately you’ve been acting like one. My rabid mutt.”

Manicured nails grip at the newest accessory but it doesn’t budge no matter how much you tug at it. Your cheeks flame, a mix of fury and pure embarrassment from the rush of arousal that soils your panties when each breath grows just a bit labored. “You fucking collared me?”

“Watch your mouth or I’ll buy a muzzle to match.” He catches on to the way your thighs clench together, lips snapping shut as your brain fights to decide whether you want to scream back a “fuck you” or “fuck me”.

You land somewhere in the middle, words stern but tone leaking with curiosity. “You wouldn’t dare.”

A hellish grin splits across the handsome lines of his face, like a wolf straining in the seams of sheep’s clothing. “Try me.” He’s lost the concept to time when such fun prey has found itself stuck in his crosshairs. Such a sweet lamb should know better than to wander away from its shepherd—heaven forbid something should happen to you. “Test me, I dare you. I’ll walk you through town like some purebred if you keep acting like you weren’t taught to act with decorum.”

He means it too. You know he does. Even after all these years, you still had yet to hear words Azriel’s didn’t back up with action. Instantly, your eyes lower, head bowing in order to conceal the pinpricked pupils that dialate with desire. It burns in your belly, a cacophony of fantasies lashing against your eyelids at warp speed.

You in your shiny collar, name engraved on the customized nameplate with Azriel’s information on the back right under “If Found, Return To”

It’s purely involuntary, the desperate whimper that cuts through the bedchambers and Azriel pats at your head like some pampered pup in need of comfort. Offering love and fond coos when you easily correct the behaviors he doesn’t enjoy.

Obedient. Disciplined. Loyal. His.

“There’s a good girl. Keep that up and I’ll give you a treat.”

[zwhoreo]

i’m back for now with something I’ve been working on for a little while <3

rain - luffy x f!reader

smut

summary: while waiting out a rainstorm under a gazebo, you and Luffy use sex to pass the time

contains: very vanilla and casual, you ride luffy

words: 1.9k

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The rain started when you were still far away. You had wandered through the forest trying to find those small, white berries that Robin told you about, you’re almost lost although you haven’t really tried to find your way back. The ship is over the hill, through those trees, maybe. But the rain comes in tiny bullets at first, seeming to pierce the leaves, the sky is darkening and a chill runs through you. You have to find the berries. The others are gathering meat, you’re gathering berries. And the rain comes faster now, machine gun fire, when you feel it on your shirt you know you aren’t imagining anymore. The moss grows softer under your feet, the leaves above you cast darker and darker shadows and the dappled sunlight fades to gray. Water makes patterns against the trees, you’re surrounded by gentle sound.

You realize that cover is more important than the berries, you need to wait out this storm, and so you run through the forest, stumbling in a soaked clearing as the rain falls freely on your face.

There’s a gazebo, bathed in the last of the light, sparkling in front of you. The paint is cracked and white, there are vintage designs on the awning, and someone is there already, huddled up on the narrow bench under its roof, hugging his knees. But he lights up when he sees you, running to the railing and grabbing the support pole.

“[NAME]!!” Luffy shouts.

“Luffy?” you call out, joyful. Rain is pouring in harder now and your hair is sticking to your face. It’s speeding up so quickly now. “I thought you were with Sanji!”

“Got lost!” he says, smiling. The rain starts to come in sheets and he blurs in your vision.

You run over to him, taking cover in the gazebo and he immediately comes over and holds you in his arms, pressing into you tightly and resting his head on your shoulder. It’s warm but he’s wet too so it doesn’t help much, not like that.

You look across the sky and you see blue in the distance, far away, but the clouds are rolling in and maybe they’ll be gone soon if you just wait. So you tell that to Luffy, who doesn’t mind waiting as long as it’s with you. You pull away from his grasp just for a moment so you two can sit down on the bench that he’s already dripped all over, but your pants are already soaked, it’s ok.

Luffy seems bursting with energy now that you’re here, but with nowhere to really let it out. He’s nearly on your lap he’s pressed so close, asking about where you’ve been, but running in the rain has made you tired so you just lean in and kiss him instead.

The world goes silent, except for the rain, as you place a hand on the back of his neck and press your lips to his gently, while his eyes are still wide open. You massage his thigh in small circles and whisper to him, “Glad I found you.”

“Mmn…” He murmurs in response, eyes drifting down to your hand. His skin is warm, he’s looking at you hungrily, now.

“We’ve got a little time, what do you wanna do?” You lean in, lips hovering right under his ear, you hear his heavy breathing, his heartbeat.

Luffy leans against you. He presses his body into yours and your lips connect with his skin and his back arches on instinct. You adjust. You place him onto the bench and quickly straddle him, your face still close to his, it seems like he really wants to kiss you again. And he can’t help himself anymore so once more those soft lips are connecting with yours as his hat brim touches your forehead. He holds your cheeks in his hands, your chests are together, his heart is racing against yours. He giggles into your mouth.

“Hehe, c’mere…” he says as you’re pulled tightly against his body in a firm, unyielding embrace. It suddenly becomes a little hard to breathe but that doesn’t really matter because you’re enjoying yourself so much.

And you whisper, “Luffy…” which gets him even more excited. And look at what you’ve done, he’s getting hard against you, pressing up between your legs.

“Eee…” you murmur as you squirm in his lap happily, making him shift against you with every bit of friction you give him. He’s making this little humming noise deep in the back of his throat that blends pleasantly with the rain on the roof overhead.

Your hands trail down the small of his back, slipping beneath his cardigan which sticks to his skin, his back is smooth and firm, skin silky and clean. Usually there’s wind-blown sea salt stuck to him, built-up sand and grime, usually he’s very sweaty, but as his muscles twitch under your touch he’s just honey-soft and wet, skin brown and sun-kissed and glistening with raindrops of gold.

“That feels good…” he says against your ear, face squishing against you.

“What do you wanna do?” you ask again, and he laughs lightly, tugging at your shirt.

He can see your body through the soaked fabric, he licks his lips, he pulls you a little closer and his hips go rhythmic in their tiny twitching and he says softly, “dunno, anything ya want,” with the biggest, dumbest smile.

Nami taught you how to read clouds, calculate the length of storms by the grayness in the sky, by the cracks of heaven. Peaking over Luffy’s shoulder and outside of the gazebo you can see this rolling rainstorm will pass in maybe twenty minutes, which is enough time for a lot of things, but definitely enough time to take care of your boyfriend who sits beneath you and revels in your pressure and weight.

You ask him, straight up, if he wants to have sex right now, because your boy is clueless enough to not know what you mean if you say anything else or try to make a move, he probably doesn’t even notice he’s hard. He says yes in a casual and happy way since he’s feeling especially affectionate today.

You lean back in his arms, shifting enough to reach down and undo his zipper because he looks uncomfortable in there. Drawing him out of his jeans he gazes down at your hands in a lazy, zoned out way, eyes shimmery and unfocused, lips wet with rain, with saliva. He’s so warm in your hands, so delicate and comforting.

You try not to hurt him as you squirm to pull your panties off, now bare beneath your skirt, his hands find your hips and he’s itching to just start fucking you into his lap. Poor Luffy, he’s probably been thinking about you all day. So you hug him, and listen to his heartbeat, whispering quiet permission to be picked up. And so he lifts you, so easily, you cling to him for balance as he clumsily tries to line himself up and his nose is wrinkled in deep concentration.

“Haahh…” he sighs into your ear as you’re lowered, slow and then too fast, aching fullness stretching your body, nerves lighting up down to your toes and your fingers as another heartbeat enters you. Luffy hugs you as he pushes you down onto him, tighter and tighter, huffing into your cheek. He’s about to start pounding his hips up against yours but you forgot how big he is, it’s been a little while, you need to adjust.

“H- hold on,” you gasp, out of breath, the feeling of him inside you threatening to overtake all reason. Luffy’s melting, he’s squishing against you and you can hear his heartbeat get faster and faster and it’s mixing with the crashing rain. “Hold on,” you say again with a steadier voice, trying to even your breathing. It’s going to be ok. He won’t hurt you, even as you feel his cock twitching within your stomach, trapping you to him. You’re so close now.

He’s kicking his feet against the ground and his hat falls off onto the bench as he presses his face against yours. His wet hair sticks to your skin. But he’s still so warm.

You nod slowly, and to confirm he asks, “ya ready?” in an excited, scratchy little voice and when you nod again he begins to squeeze your waist, sandals planted hard on the stone, and he starts to grind his hips in sloppy upwards circling that makes him scrape and rub himself inside you with such a peaceful rhythm.

You move as well, you let your body loosen in his grasp and bury your head in his neck as you ride him, slow and then too fast. Luffy begins to grunt and then to moan from the back of his throat so loud that the rain no longer drowns him out. And the sounds of you both are so wet like a puddle of rainwater, splashing, dripping. He kisses you and that’s wet too, accidentally spitting into your mouth in his joy and pleasure.

With each thrust you press against him closer. You love this so much, even as those fleeting thoughts cross your mind of what if you’re found? In the middle of this clearing framed by rain and white wood and Luffy’s being so loud that anyone could hear you, anyone could see you if they just looked between the trees here. But now isn’t the time for worrying, you feel safe and you don’t care.

When Luffy holds you down onto his lap, buried inside you as deep as he’ll go and not letting your hips so much as twitch, you know he’s about to cum. The possessiveness that overtakes him makes him insistent on releasing inside you as much as he can, there’s something about it that gives him intense, instinctual satisfaction. So you feel him spasm and groan and then fill you with a familiar finality of warmth and love, all to remind you that you’re his. And you don’t move from his lap, he won’t let you. You’re stuck here, glued here, maybe he just likes the contact, or he sort of likes the itching overstimulation, maybe he doesn’t want to watch his cum drip out of you quite yet. He’s stubborn, he won’t let go.

You kiss his forehead. You pick up his hat and place it back on his head, you wipe his hair from his eyes and gaze at him in that beautiful afterglow. Features so soft, angel skin peppered with raindrops, begging to be kissed.

The world just smells like earth and rain and sex now. And blue-yellow sunlight hits you and creates rainbows out of the water on your faces, it makes your eyes sparkle. It’s drizzling now, evaporating into mist. The storm passes, everything is quiet again, so unearthly still. Except the dripping from the gazebo, trickling from the roof and from your thighs. And Luffy’s breath in your ear. And that second heartbeat within you.

“Awh.” Luffy loves the sunshine but he’s sad because he doesn’t want to leave. This means he has to pull out of you, and go back to find Sanji, and to break apart from you even for a moment sounds like pure exhaustion for him.

“We can stay for a little longer,” you promise with a sleepy smile. Basking in his spreading smile, his arms, the smell of the sun and the dying rain.

[3sgroups]

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[justwinginglife]

The best way to a man's heart is through his dick.

Hoshina who's strict on not getting attached to one night stands but swears he fell so hard for the reader once she gave him the best head of him life.

I love this prompt so much, thank you. Now excuse me while I go suck Soshiro's dick, I must have his love. Also, I think the request was NSFW warning enough, but fyi this is NSFW lmao.

Head Game

You'd never heard a man beg before, but that would change today.

You sat back, licking at the cum that was slathered across your lips, as you eyed the man that was now writhing in your bedsheets.

"Did you not just cum twice in a row down my throat?"

He bit his lip and covered his face with one hand. "S-still hard..." He groaned into his palm.

"Okay, so say it. Tell me."

"Suck me off. Again. Please."

"How badly do you need it?" You nuzzled the tip of your nose against his inner thigh and he sucked in a sharp breath.

"Fuck, I need it so bad. Gimme those pretty lips of yours."

Your whole life you'd preferred to be splayed out beneath a man, preferred to be dominated, to be whimpering and whining at his demanding touch. But the sight of this particular man, all flushed and desperate, his legs spread wide with eagerness for you, got you going more than you ever imagined it would. You wanted to drown yourself in his cum. You wanted to choke on his erection, feel his throbbing veins against the walls of your mouth. You wanted to take in his cock so frequently that your throat melded to the shape of it.

You were past the teasing point. You'd spent the last two times flicking your tongue here and there, playing with his balls, pressing light kisses to his tip, just edging him on slowly. But you'd tasted him too much at this point to wait patiently for another serving. You wanted him pumping down your throat and you wanted it now.

You took his whole length in one motion and he let out a strangled gasp.

"F-fuck... not even... gonna gimme time... t-to adjust? So s-sensitive still."

You smirked against his dick. He'd been so impatient moments ago and now he couldn't handle it? Too bad. He was going to have to pay for his greed. You couldn't remember the last time you enjoyed giving head so much (maybe never), and you planned to enjoy yourself some more.

The feeling of him roughly fucking the back of your throat, his swollen tip still sticky with the remnants of his last two orgasms, made you immensely thirsty and you'd take his cum as payment any day.

You picked up the pace, feeling as desperate as he was now. The walls of your mouth suctioning tight around him as you engorged yourself, savoring every slicked-up inch of him. You moaned when his precum started drizzling down the back of your throat, the familiar sweetness seeping in.

The rumbling of your moan against his overloaded erection made him squirm. A squeak escaped his lips as he arched into the sensation.

Then you felt the sheets tug underneath you as he clenched them tight. He gripped the back of your head and thrust himself deeper into you, causing waves of his cum to gush into your mouth. He groaned into his fist as he watched you down every last drop. Again.

Even when he'd completely finished and was gasping for breath, trying to recover from the intensity, you kept him deep inside you. You loved the feeling of him twitching in your mouth as his arousal slowly receded.

But you also knew he wouldn't be able to go all night. He'd leave your bedside eventually. He'd leave your life. You wanted him still, even just for a second longer. So you continued sucking at the remnants of his erection until he begged you to allow him respite, his sensitivity spiking through the roof.

You collapsed onto the bed beside him, wondering when he'd make the decision to go. Wondering if you'd miss him in your bed. It'd only been one night. One night wasn't enough to miss someone. Or was it?

You unwillingly sank into a deep sleep, your mind drowning in thoughts of him. You were overwhelmed by the sheer amount of thoughts you had for this stranger.

When you woke in the morning, he was gone.

You buried your face into your pillow and sighed heavily.

Part of you wanted to go back to the bar, to see if he was there, see if he was retracing your steps last night, if he was also remembering the way he'd pinned you up against the bathroom wall and then bent you over the sink before you'd made the decision to take him back to your place to continue.

But you'd already known what your arrangement was before you even unlocked the front door for him. You knew you were nothing- just one blip on the timeline. One nice night, one forgettable night.

You didn't even know what he did for work, where he lived, what his favorite color was, what his phone number was. You didn't know him. You'd never know him. And maybe that was for the better.

But as you went about your day, you found yourself imagining his eyes, his smirk, his whines. You wondered if he pictured you on the bathroom counter, inhaling his lips like fresh air, if he pictured you in between his legs, drinking him up like fresh water. You knew you needed to stop. He was just a one night stand... a one night stand you'd remember for the rest of your nights.

By evening, you were honestly contemplating if you'd ever be able to be intimate with anybody else ever again without comparing them to him when you heard a knock on the door.

You cautiously made your way to the door, wondering who could be here at this time of night.

It was him.

He was panting, like he'd just suddenly made the decision to visit on a whim. On a wish.

Your heart lurched in your chest as you waited for his explanation but you weren't sure if you even needed it. You were ready to welcome him in. Ready to go for another round. Or not. Or just sit on the couch and talk. Drink together. Get to know him.

You really had to stop thinking like this, he probably just forgot something here last night.

"Hiya stranger." He was grinning but his words seemed hesitant, as if he wasn't quite sure what he was doing on your doorstep.

"Hi." You couldn't muster up anymore words for him, your mind was already overfilling with thoughts, with hopes, and you didn't want to give yourself away. Didn't want to say too much, too fast. You honestly thought if you opened your mouth again you might be the one begging this time, you might ask him to stay.

He cleared his throat. Then he cleared it again, fidgeting with the bottom of his shirt. "Soo... how's your day been?"

You laughed at that. "Might as well ask me how the weather is, Soshiro."

He stood up straight at hearing his name. "Well how is it then? How's the weather?"

"Honestly? It's been kind of sad today."

"Ahh, I see. I've not been having great weather either. Was better last night."

"Agreed. Everything was better last night."

"I think I'd like a do-over."

You raised an eyebrow. "Of... the weather?"

He rubbed the back of his head and laughed awkwardly. "I think you know we're not talking about the weather anymore, love."

You stepped aside to let him in and it was way too quick, way too eager, but you didn't care. You also wanted a do-over of last night. Again and again. Until it was all of your nights.

You thought he was going to kiss you but he hugged you. Just held you tight for a moment.

"Would you think I was crazy if I said I missed you?" He murmured against your shoulder.

You shook your head quickly, though still silent. You were in shock and couldn't quite find the right words to say.

"I think I could fall in love with you, you know."

Your eyes widened at his sudden statement. But then you giggled. "Because you like my head game?"

He blushed and buried his rosy cheeks deep into your shoulder. "Not just that... but yeah. Kinda."

He couldn't see you smiling, but you thought he had to know he'd made you happy because he pulled you even closer after that.

You ran your hands up and down his back, trying to steel yourself to finally say what you were thinking. "I'd be okay with that... if you wanted to fall in love with me. I could love you back."

His head shot up so he could meet your gaze.

"I'd like that. I'd like to try."

And he did.

He filled all your nights and all your days.

He filled your thoughts, filled your body.

Filled your chest with laughter, filled your heart with love.

You were so full of him, you couldn't live without him anymore.

And he never made you live without him ever again.

[phoward89]

Based on this ask

Angst factor for this is thru the roof! And guess what? It's a series! I'm thinking this is going to have at least 3 parts. Masterlist

Jealous!Coryo x Reader, Odair!Ancestor x Reader.

WARNING ⚠️ Coriolanus Snow is a warning in and of itself. That man is a walking blood red flag waving heavily in the wind! engagement (not reader), eventual smut, infidelity, love triangle, manipulation, stalking?, gaslighting, fluff, Head Gamemaker! Coryo, District 4 Cruise Ship Heir!Odair OC.

Chapter 1:

“I'm going home, find some other dumb whore to fuck.” You spat, flipping the blankets off your body and making to get out of the platinum blonde’s bed.

“Darling, don't be rash. Come back to bed.” Coriolanus told you, reaching his long arm out and wrapping his large hand around your wrist before you could truly move away from the bed.

“Come back to bed after you just told me that you're going to marry Livia Cardew?!” You screamed at him, feeling like you wanted to yank his pretty platinum blond curls right out of his head. “Are you nuts, Coriolanus?”

The man, whose beauty rivaled that of the Roman and Greek gods, narrowed his baby blues at you. His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he told you, “Stop overreacting, darling. It's an arranged marriage that doesn't mean anything.”

You arched a brow and tilted your head at him. “Oh, so that's supposed to make me feel better? Make everything okay?” You sarcastically asked, yanking your arm out of his grasp and flying out of his bed.

His king sized bed with the luxurious crimson satin sheets that you'll never inhabit again.

“Y/N-” Coriolanus began, only for you to loudly cut him off with a shriek of, “Don't, Coriolanus. Don't say a fucking word to me.” Shaking your head, you ironically scoffed, “I should've seen this coming. After all these years of sneaking around with you, I should've known that you'd pick some rich bitch to marry and have a family with.” Gathering your clothes, that were scattered all over the room, you heartbrokenly spat, “Not your poor neighbor girl that's only good for a good fuck whenever you're bored or need to get some pent up aggression out.”

“You're not-” Coriolanus began, icy blue eyes softening with an unchecked emotion (perhaps guilt?), as he watched you toss your things on the white rose upholstered bench at the foot of his bed.

“I love you, Coriolanus.” You softly sighed, barely loud enough for him to hear, while tossing your ruined lace panties at him. What use were the lacey things all torn to shreds?

Not much.

You grabbed your matching lace bra, quickly putting it on, while muttering, "I foolishly fell in love with you and you don't give a shit about me.” You’re on the verge of tears as you grab your dress. While pulling on your dress, you sadly sighed, “Never did and never will, but I guess I was hoping that maybe you would, but I was such a dumbass.”

Your words hit Coriolanus hard, like a 2x4 in the head hard. He never knew that you felt like this. Crawling over to the end of the bed, causing his pure white silk duvet to pool and crinkle around him, he reached out and took your hand in his before you could turn away to grab your heels. He looked at your face, silently willing you to look into his icy blue eyes (but you refused to give him the satisfaction- that manipulative fuck).

But maybe if you would've looked at his eyes you would've seen that they weren't gleaming or shining. That his icy blue eyes were dead and empty, like those of a shark.

Giving up on you looking at him, the platinum blonde man (who had his political dreams within reach) began to tell you in a velvety tone, “My darling rose, you’re not a dumbass. I'm sorry you're hurt, but-'”

But before he could continue his lies (Are they lies? Who knows, but you think they are.) you cut him off with, “Don't even finish your sentence. Just shut the fuck up and let me leave with whatever little piece of dignity I have left.”, while forcefully yanking your hand out of his.

“I won't shut the fuck up because I don't want you to leave.” Coriolanus told you, scrambling out of the bed, his long legs nearly tripping him as he chased after you.

You’re grabbing your heels as he tries to reason with you. “Announcing my engagement with Livia and marrying her is so I can gain political allies and power. It has nothing to do with love, in fact I hate her.” While sliding on your black kitten heels, a pricey designer pair with red sole bottoms- a gift from him (probably for your services…), he placed one of his large calloused hands on your shoulder. Coriolanus’ baritone was softer than usual as he revealed, “I want to be with you.”

“You don't want to be with me, you just want me as your mistress so you can have your kinky fucks.” You told him, pushing his hand off of your shoulder. Marching over to his dresser and grabbing your bag (some imported designer leather tote bag- dyed a deep shade of crimson- he gave you, most likely because you let him do whatever he wants to you between the sheets), you told him the blunt truth of, “You don't love me and I'm not going to stick by your side as your mistress.” Shouldering your bag, that matched the color of the manicure you just had done (which he insisted on paying for), you declared, “I deserve somebody to love me with their whole heart, not just their dick, so I'm leaving and never coming back.”

“Please, don't leave.” You heard him say as you walked out of his room.

“Please, baby, don't leave me!” He frantically begged, his voice a loud shout, as he followed you down the hall in a run. Barefeet loudly slapping against the marble floor, sounding almost ominous.

Thank goodness his Grandma’am's hearing was starting to go bad, otherwise she'd be waking up and seeing one hell of a show. Also, thank goodness Tigress moved out years ago, otherwise she'd be a witness to a messy breakup.

A breakup that was long overdue.

You ignored him, only to power walk to the main entrance of the penthouse. You were almost to the door whenever you felt his cold, long fingers wrap around your wrist like an octopus’ tentacles.

“Please, stay the night. We can discuss this in the morning, just-just don't leave me, little dove.” You heard him beg, sounding so unlike his confident self.

A part of you wanted to give in; turn around and melt into his arms. But another part of you, the part that has grown up with Coriolanus and has seen him manipulate everyone around him knew that he was just saying whatever he has to in order to pull your puppet strings; make you stay.

You decided not to turn around, not to give into him. Instead you roughly pulled yourself free of his hold and walked out the door.

You knew that the platinum blonde wouldn't dare follow you, since running after you naked with his well hung junk swinging in the wind would be scandalous.

Unknown to you, after you walked out the door and slammed it shut in his face, Coriolanus quickly ran to his room and tossed on his diagarded pants and shirt from the evening. He ran out the door, barefoot and still buttoning up his wrinkled shirt, in hopes of catching you in the lobby.

Since you were in the only elevator the building has, he ran down the 12 flights of exquisite marble stairs to reach the lobby. Nearly slipping and busting his ass a couple of times too.

But when he reached the lobby it was too late, you were getting into the back of a cab you hailed. As Coriolanus ran to the door of the lobby, he felt his cold, dead, black, too small of a heart shatter into a million pieces as he watched you close the cab’s door with tears shining like diamonds in your eyes.

Seeing you crying in the back of the cab while leaving him, something he knew that neither of you wanted, made him determined to get you back.

If he thought that Lucy Gray betraying and leaving him hurt, well you leaving him because you felt that he couldn't reciprocate your feelings of love (because he was going to have an arranged marriage with Livia Cardew for political reasons) gutted him. Made him feel like he wanted to die.

Coriolanus wanted you; he always has. It's why you've been together, on-off, since your freshman year at the Academy.

He has to woo you back. He just has to.

Because the thought of you moving on with another man just doesn't sit right with him.

It doesn't matter that Coriolanus’ engagement with Livia Cardew will be publicly announced soon, he needs you back.

He can't have another bird of his flying away, can he?

Ending your decade long on-off situationship with the Head Gamemaker Coriolanus Snow hurt. Oh gods, it hurt so fucking bad! You felt like you’re just going thru the motions everyday after the breakup. Like you’re just surviving, not truly living, since you’re so sad.

So heartbroken.

And what hurts the most was that, even tho you knew you could never truly be with him, you still love him.

And you'll probably always love him in a way, even tho he'll never love you. Because he's your first love; they say you never forget your first love. That you'll always have a special spot on your heart carved out just for them.

So when you saw the engagement announcement for Livia Cardew and Coriolanus Snow in the social pages of the newspaper, you thought you were going to be sick.

The picture used for the announcement was professionally done; made the newly engaged couple look so lovely together. It made you sad to say, but they did make quite a match.

Two golden lions, regal with the world at their feet. Their blonde hair, her's a dirty golden shade and his a near white platinum blonde, styled impeccably set off their beauty. A beauty that was showcased in matching black outfits, hers a black tea dress with flowing sleeves and his a 3-piece suit with a red/black striped tie.

They looked every bit a couple of the old guard. A couple worthy of money, glory, and power. You're positive that Grandma'am’s proud of him.

If only you knew how she really felt. How Grandma'am Snow always thought that it'd be you and her grandson posting an engagement announcement in the social section of the newspaper. How she's so disappointed at Coriolanus for picking a heinous bitch instead of you, a girl who's soul reminds her so much of her beloved late daughter-in-law (Coriolanus' mother).

Then you couldn't help, but think that maybe Livia’s better for Coriolanus. Better than you are for him. Maybe he'd be happier with her than with you. After all, she came with the largest bank of Panem attached to her name and you came with nothing. You had no money or jewels to offer, just yourself.

And you weren't good enough for him.

Coriolanus Snow always craved power, wealth, and prestige. None of which you could offer him. None of which you gave a shit about.

All you wanted was to be loved, but he couldn't do that for you. All the cold hearted schemer could do was buy you fancy, luxurious, expensive things.

You had no idea that gifting was his love language. That he enjoyed seeing your face light up when he presented you with some gift that you'd never be able to afford on your own. He got pleasure out of spoiling you; taking care of you.

Unfortunately for him, you’re tired of being a kept woman. You don't want him to buy you a bunch of high end things. You want him and since he can't give you his love, you left. You decided to move on.

Which is why you blocked his number, because you had to move on and find somebody that you would be more than enough for. And you couldn't do that with him blowing up your phone constantly. You also started looking for a new apartment, because you couldn't keep having him dropping off roses at your doorstep all the time.

And since your mother to lived on the 8th floor of Corso apartment the Snow penthouse was in, it was a chore to avoid Coriolanus. So, to avoid any drama with him, you had to find a new apartment. You mother agreed; told you that to make a clean break you needed to leave the area. Move on from the part of town you were raised in; lived in.

You needed to fly on your own wings.

At least your job on the marketing team for Odair Luxury Cruises was safe from him. And that job did come with a sweet perk of allowing employees the opportunity of affordable housing in a select few luxury apartments near the downtown Capitol office building the company was headquartered in.

So at least your apartment hunting wouldn't be too hard.

You were right, your apartment hunt wasn't hard at all. In fact, due to your employment at Odair Luxury Cruises, you were able to secure yourself a 4th floor apartment at the Luxe, right in the bustling downtown of Capitol City, Panem.

Apartment #455 to be exact.

It was a lovely apartment with a courtyard view. It had 9 foot ceilings and white kitchen cabinetry in what could only be a top of the line kitchen. The open layout of the kitchen and living space has a modern feel to it. The lone bedroom in the apartment was very spacious and even had a walk-in closet; the apartment had a small study as well.

It was definitely an upgrade from your mother's apartment, which was nice due to the Plinths fixing it up after buying the building and moving onto the 11th floor roughly 4 years ago. (Unknown to you, Strabo Plinth did the bare minimum repairs to your mother's apartment and furnished it because Coriolanus asked him -more like nagged him- to.)

You're Luxe apartment wasn't as lavish as the Corso penthouse Coriolanus shares with his Grandma’am (the same penthouse he used to bring you to for all of those booty calls over the years) but that didn't matter. All that mattered was that you thought your new apartment was amazing.

And after moving in, you stopped receiving roses at your doorstep. Thank the gods. But since your new building had a doorman, you knew that was the reason you didn't have any more stalkery type floral arrangements waiting for you at your threshold.

And roughly a week or so after moving into your new place, you met your neighbor from across the hall.

#454

It was a typical morning, you had a travel mug of coffee in your hand and was dressed professionally in a pencil skirt and blouse (of course you're wearing those damn kitten heels he who shall not be named- as your older brother’s girlfriend calls your ex-fling of sorts- got you.) as you stepped out into the hallway of your apartment. Usually you never saw your neighbor across the hall, but this morning he rushed out the door- his shaggy bronze hair rustling around his shoulders- and his stunning sea-green eyes locked onto yours.

“Why, you must be new. I've never seen you before.” The tall and extremely handsome man smiles flirtatiously at you. Crossing the hall, to stand in front of you, he introduced himself. “Name’s Odysseus Odair.” Doing a little bow, he smiled a bit too brightly, “The pleasure’s all mine, my abalone pearl.”

Holy shit, is the heir of Odair Luxury Cruises your neighbor and flirting with you right now? No. No, it couldn't be. This has to be a dream.

Except it's not a dream and the heir to a large cruise company in District 4 that's based in the Capitol is really your flirty and handsome neighbor.

“You're Poseidon Odair’s son, heir to Odair Luxury Cruises?” Was all you could manage to get out.

“Yes, that's me, but your name would've worked better for your part of the introduction.” He laughed, the sound similar to the kree-ar call a seagull makes. Shaking his head, causing his bronze hair to skirt around his collared dress shirt (which has a few of the buttons undone to show off his tan and toned chest) he teased, “Usually that's how introductions work, pretty pearl, cause I already know who I am and want to know who you are.”

“I'm Y/N Halvir; I only know who you are because I work in the marketing department for your father's company.”

“Yes, your name sounds familiar.” Odysseus nods with a bright, closed lip smile that makes his cheeks dimple. “You need a ride to the office? I was heading there myself.”

You shook your head, quickly turning down his offer. “Oh, no, I don't want to bother you.”

“Oh, trust me, you won't be a bother.” He said with a flirty glint in his sea-green eyes. “In fact, we’ll go to the corner cafe; get some coffee, donuts, and call it our first date.”

You couldn't help, but giggle at his proposition. He couldn't be serious, could he?

But the way his sunshine like smile was aimed towards you made you realize that he was serious.

Which is why you smiled back and said, “Okay, let's have our first date before work.”

Holding his arm out, like a gentleman, Odysseus winked. “I'll even take you out tonight for seafood.” A sultry look appeared in his eyes as he told you, “I’ll make sure that the dessert's a mouthwatering, delicious one for our second date.”

Odysseus' innuendo didn't go unnoticed by you. And after everything you've been thru with Coriolanus, along with being single for roughly a month now, you decided that it was time to stop pouting over somebody that doesn't give a shit about you.

That it was time to let somebody new have a chance at loving you.

“That sounds like a plan.” You smiled, walking down the hallway arm in arm with the tall bronze man that was sculpted like a Greek god of old. “I'll make sure to wear a nice dress for the occasion.”

“Yes, please do. Even if I'm not one for dressing up, the place I'm taking you to does have a dress code.”

“A dress code similar to Avelina's?” You asked, assuming that whatever fancy seafood place Odysseus was taking you too would be similar in fashion sense to the restaurant Coriolanus took you to every year for your birthday, once you turned 19. (Would've been nice to go there more than once a year, but you figured your ex was just too embarrassed to be seen out in public with you too much since you weren't off the same pedigree as him).

“Ugh, I hate that place. It's so stuffy; reeks of old money.” Odysseus complained as the elevator came into view. Shaking his head, he explained, “Ocean Prime's not a black tie affair dress code, like Avelina's, but more of a nice cocktail dress and button up type of dress code.” Coming to a stop at the elevator bank, he pressed the call button for it and asked, “Do you own the classic little black dress? If so, it'd be perfect for dinner tonight.”

Nodding, you simply told him, “I own one.”

And you only owned one because all of the cocktail dresses you owned were commissioned by Coriolanus- for his cousin Tigris to design and make- and they were all various shades of white, red, and pink. You only had one little black dress because you had bought it yourself, with your own hard earned money, off of a clearance rack. It wasn't anything fancy and you never wore it, since Coriolanus always wanted you to match him if and when he took you somewhere.

So, tonight your little black dress will finally get worn. Worn for your second date with a man who seems warm like sunshine with sea-green eyes that twinkle dreamily.

It's been nearly a month since you left Coriolanus and he's not taking it too well. He never thought that you'd truly leave him. He always just assumed that you'd be there.

He knows now that he took you for granted. It's something that he regrets everyday, whether he admits it or not.

And what gnaws at Coriolanus is how you ignored every single attempt he made to win you back. Blocking his number and moving to a new apartment, in his opinion, was an extreme way to avoid him.

Your bitch of a mother, who smoked more than a chimney and drank more than a fish, refused to give Coriolanus your new number. She also refused to tell him your new address. He literally had to pay off somebody in the HR department of Odair Luxury Cruises to get him your new info. Which turned out to be useless since the doorman at the Luxe apartments was very strict when it came to adhering to the wishes of the residents when it came to who was and wasn't allowed to visit or leave things for them and wouldn't let him pass the door. Even when he flashed a large wad of cash at the man, he still refused to budge.

Ugh, moral people were the boil on Coriolanus' ass.

Coriolanus was tempted to just show up and corner you at work, but he ended up deciding against it. But only because he had political ambitions and didn't want a scene to be caused (one that he feels you would cause) that could be damning to his image.

He was sacrificing so much for his political dreams. Listening to Strabo Plinth and getting engaged to Livia Cardew, to gain more wealth and some political goals. Because if he couldn't become a Senator and, of course, after that the President of Panem then wouldn't his greatest sacrifice- his loss of you, be all for nothing?

One afternoon Coriolanus was neck deep in work, but he found himself staring at a framed picture on his desk. It was a picture of the two of you. One that was taken at the Yule Ball during Senior year at the University. It was his favorite picture of the two of you, which is why he has it framed on his desk.

But before he could get lost in the memory of that night, a knock sounded at his office door. Tearing his gaze off of the picture frame, he looked up to the door and simply said, “Come in.”

“Sir, your fiance's here to see you.” Coriolanus' personal secretary, a middle-aged woman who's hot pink lipstick matched her pixie cut, informed him while walking into the office.

“About what, Marge?” Asked Coriolanus while blinking his eyes- attempting to soothe the pain in them from the hot pink overload he was experiencing.

His corneas couldn't handle looking at his secretary’s hot pink paisley print dress since it made her hair stand out more. He also tried not to stare at his employee too rudely while noticing her fuchsia dyed eyebrows and matching pink mascara- that oddly framed a natural eyelid.

Averting his eyes back to his computer, (*cough* his framed picture of you *cough*) Coriolanus told Marge, “I'm busy; I don't have time to deal with her petty antics today.”

“I know that, Sir. I even told Miss Cardew that you're very busy planning the upcoming games, but she wouldn't hear it. She's demanding that I buzz her in; let her see you.”

“Well, don't.” Coriolanus told his secretary because the last thing he wanted to do was talk to his fiance, Livia Cardew.

Gods, how he hated that woman.

“What do you want me to tell her then, Sir?” Marge asked.

“That I'm in a meeting and can't see her at the moment.”

“Okay, but what kind of meeting?” The secretary asked, knowing full well that the dirty blonde Tasmanian devil of a woman out in the lobby would ream her out if she didn't have any details to give her. Saying in a meeting wouldn't suffice that shrew.

“Tell her I'm networking with somebody about the mass installation of mandatory TVs in the districts.” The cold, callous, platinum blonde man said without skipping a beat.

“I thought you successfully had that meeting yesterday?” The secretary asked in a tone that implied she knew her boss was a cunning piece of shit.

“I did, but she doesn't know that.” Coriolanus smirked.

“No, I suppose she doesn't.” Marge giggled. A giddy look took over the middle aged woman's face as she told her boss, “I saw Miss Halvir last night at Ocean’s Prime. It's a seafood restaurant.”

“What's she doing there? She can't afford it with what she makes working in the marketing department of that District 4 based cruise line.” Coriolanus scoffed. Giving his personal secretary a curious look, he asked, “And what were you doing there? I know you can't afford a place like that either.”

Marge fought hard to keep herself from rolling her fuschia framed eyes at Mr. Snow's offhand remarks about money. What both she and you couldn't afford. With a fake and forced smile, she told the imposing platinum blonde, “I was there because my daughter and her partner just celebrated their one year anniversary; the reason for Miss Halvir being there was that she was out on a date.”

“A DATE?!” Coriolanus asked in a loud roar.

A date. How dare you go out on a date. You're not supposed to be going out on dates. You're supposed to be his.

Despite being separated for nearly a month, you still belong to him. Hell, he took your virginity when you both were green kids at the Academy. As far as he's concerned, he owns your pussy.

“Yes, a date.” The bright pink-haired secretary confirmed before telling her boss, “With Odysseus Odair, the heir of Odair Luxury Cruises.”

“WHAT THE FUCK!?” Coriolanus loudly cursed, his icy blue eyes blazing with white hot anger.

You went out on a date to some high priced seafood (Since when did you eat seafood, other than those oysters rockefeller appetizers he orders for you two when he takes you to Avelina's for your birthday?) restaurant with Odair- the biggest manwhore in all of the Capitol! 

What the hell's wrong with you? You accuse him of not loving you, of just wanting you for kinky sexy, but here you are going out on a date with Odysseus Odair. The biggest fuck ‘em and leave ‘em guy in the Capitol. Hell, probably in all of Panem.

Marge was taken aback by her boss's reaction to finding out that you were on a date with Odysseus Odair the previous night. The middle-aged woman's never seen the cold and collective head gamemaker lose control before. And she didn't know how to deal with it.

All she wanted to do was spread some juicy gossip and to maybe tip him off that the Odair heir might be bringing a plus one to his upcoming engagement party; one that he's well acquainted with. Marge certainly wasn't expecting Coriolanus to start flipping his shit.

But what Marge didn't know was that Coriolanus is pea green with envy. That he wants to destroy Odysseus Odair because he's with you.

The woman that he's in love with, even if he won't allow himself to admit his feelings. Because he vowed to never ever fall in love after everything that transpired between him and Lucy Gray that summer he served as a peacekeeper in 12.

But love is something that can't be controlled. And that's something Coriolanus will learn first hand as he does everything in his power to get you back. To win you away from one Odysseus Odair, the bane of his existence.

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[captain-hawks]

Suna, midnight blue

🌻🌻kita-non curveball

rintarou suna x reader

c: 18+, smut, roommates to lovers speed run

The first thing you see when you open your eyes is bright morning sunlight spilling across a sea of dark, rich blue fabric—and a quiet laugh bubbles up inside of you.

You always thought Suna’s sheets were black.

There’s a warm, comfortable weight resting against your hip, Suna’s fingers gently clasping your bare skin, your clothes and his long forgotten somewhere in the mess of his bedroom floor. Your heart thrums against your ribcage.

The cotton is silky and soft as you reach out and slowly run your hand over it, smoothing the sheet out against the mattress. Outside the cracked open window beside the bed, birds chirp from the large branch of the old oak tree that leans against the roof of your apartment building.

Suna’s been your roommate for nearly three years—and you always thought these sheets were black.

To be fair, you’ve never found yourself tangled beneath them, never had your fingers scrambling for purchase against them with Suna’s face nestled between your legs. You’ve never felt the material pool around your waist while easing yourself down onto Suna’s cock. You’ve never seen them streaked with thick, hot ropes of cum as he rapidly strokes his length, lips parted as his gaze burns a hole through you—nor stained dark with the saliva that slips past your lips as he takes you from behind, your face buried in them as you moan and beg for more.

You’ve never know what it is to kiss Rintarou Suna, to fuck him, to whimper and shudder and watch stars explode behind your eyes beneath the slender spread of his fingers, the thick stretch of his cock. To hear the wrecked, wanton way he groans your name as he comes.

You’ve never known the way the morning light illuminates his black sheets to reveal the truth of the deep shade of midnight blue that’s wrapped around your naked bodies—not until now.

Suna’s lips are warm as he stirs behind you, pressing them to the nape of your neck, your body arching against the heat of his touch.

“Sleep in with me,” he murmurs, voice rough as his grip on your hip tightens a fraction, ankles brushing against yours.

Eyes straying to the digital clock on the nightstand, you smirk.

“I have a better idea,” you tell him, ignoring his tired groan as you shift. 

But any further sounds of discontentment quickly die on his lips when you settle atop him, straddling his waist, a fond feeling unfurling inside of your chest beside the heat licking its way through your abdomen as you take in the sight of his mussed hair against the pillow, his tired eyes widening.

He huffs out a laugh, tugging you down against him.

[wroteclassicaly]

Deciding to masturbate with your best-friend Eddie.

You’re both on his mattress, trying to find the position to get in that would be the most comfortable. It started out as boredom and typical discussions of sex, but it turned into you throbbing between your legs and Eddie unable to hide the straining in his denim. It was a raised eyebrow from him and a shrug that you’d engaged in.

Fuck it.

“Shit, you okay?” You swear his voice is raspy, wind bitten. And the window isn’t even open.

Your heartbeat is thundering in your ears, blood hot in your veins, palms perspired and clenching his sheets in your vice. “Mhm. You?”

“Yeah. S’… I’m all g-good.” He’s just as nervous as you.

Were you going to look at him first, did he know it was okay that he looked between your thighs?

“I’m naked now. If you wanna…” He was shy, chest puffing in exertion, twirling a lock of his curl around his finger.

~*~

And god did you look. His cock was a girth you could beg to be choked on, throat raw, cunt demolished. He had a bush around the base, one that practically met that patch of hair cascading his navel. You knew you were in trouble.

The second that it was your turn to bare yourself for him, Eddie had to curb the urge to peel your flesh apart and lick his tongue inside. Your glistening pussy needed to be fucking devoured, and someone should do it. You weren’t shaved and that had his mouth watering. Your messy curls were matted back with your cream, your labia puffy and swollen apart, showing him you.

Finding a spot ended up settling you both across from the other, on your backs, toes touching, asses close. Eddie would occasionally lift to a propped palm, watching you pleasure yourself.

Eddie’s tongue clicked to the roof of his mouth, plush lips pursing, wetted seconds later with a thin layer of saliva.

~*~

It was supposed to stay at touching yourselves, drinking in glances, curiosities fed. But when Eddie’s ring clad knuckles tugged hard on his slippery shaft, and the result was him bumping into your sticky folds as you arched your hips into your rhythm — all became molten static. Eddie had pulled his hand away like your hot cunt didn’t just make his cock jump in his fist, noticing your stringy arousal stretching from the crease of your thigh to his rings. You whimpered, a soft, guttural sound that had you lifting your thighs, before they fell back apart.

“Did you just touch me, Eddie?”

You don’t look bothered when you raise, your pupils blown to hell. He’s sheepish, his dick throbbing against his fingertips. “I didn’t mean to.”

What’s gonna happen next?

[badaleesbish]

Can i request 8 with Dom Bada please? 🙏

☆ { crying } because of how good it feels

°PAIRINGS:

𝚍𝚘𝚖!𝚋𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚡 𝚜𝚞𝚋!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚏𝚎𝚖!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

°CW:

𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆, 𝙼𝙳𝙽𝙸, 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙-𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗...

Prompt List...♡

Your legs wrapped around her waist, her body between your legs, she has you inclosed by her arms on the sides of your head. She rolls her hips into you, sweat bulit on her skin, causing her bangs to stick to her forehead, her lips red and bruised from her constantly biting down as she grunts, slamming against your walls.

Hands clutching the closest thing to you, the sheets, her arms, her back. Back arching against the bed, the loud cries, the soft whimpers, the tears streaming down your cheeks as you beg for more.

"I know, baby..."

Your cries and whimpers were driving her insane. She watched the tears roll down your puffy cheeks, bringing her lips to your cheeks she attempted to kiss the tears away, but there was no use they kept falling the deeper she went, the harder she went.

"So fucking pretty... this pretty pussy just wants more baby..."

"Ba... da..." You babble out unable to even have the proper train of thought she was fucking you too good.

"Ki... ss..."

Bada's lips found yours, tongue slipped through your lips gliding across the roof of your mouth, tasting the leftovers of her. Your nails dig into her back when you feel the tension bulid in the pit of your stomach, the creamy mixture seeped out of you as the pumping continued. Bada began to fall apart, trying to let you get yours first, sloppy, but steady - ish, were her thrust as climax crawled up her spine.

"Uh, let... let it go, baby..." She grunts between kiss. "I'm... I'm right here... c'mon baby..."

Cries and hiccups, your body shook as the climactic wave took over you, hold her body close against you, she helped you ride out your orgasm. Peppered kisses against your skin before removing herself from your body, she traced her fingers against your wet skin. Your head nuzzled into her neck, your soft breathes feather along her skin you take in her scent.