#Dick A Shirt Just Gets in the Way of Doing Things Winters

[evidenceof]

I like imagining how the real Dick Winters would react if you told him twenty/thirty/forty somethings were passing around his shirtless pics while giggling and kicking their feet.

In my head he just frowns at the word Tumblr, at the omitted “e.” Then he laughs quietly, shakes his head, and just goes, “that’s not even half of it,” before pulling out the rest that he’s kept in a box.

[yuujispinkhair]

Hey Winter, What are your thoughts on a friends with benefits trope with Yuuji and the reader? Love your stories btw 💗💗🩷🩷

Friends with benefits with Yuuji

Yuuji loves to be friends, and he loves to fuck. So why not combine two of his favorite things? After all, he can be your best buddy and give you backshots, right?

Pairing: Yuuji x Reader (female) Genre: smut + fluff, College AU Word Count: 1.5k Warnings: 18+, smut, handjob, fingering, oral, facesitting, fucking, squirting, loud sex. All characters are of age. Banners by @/benkeibear

It happens so naturally and without being planned or anything. Yuuji likes being your friend. He likes that you get along so well that you can laugh together and watch movies and play video games and cook together and go to fast-food restaurants in the middle of the night. He loves being best friends!

But Yuuji is also a horny boy, and he cannot stop his mind from providing him with dirty thoughts anytime you bend over and he sees your round ass right in front of his face. He cannot stop his body from reacting to being cuddled up with you under a blanket during a movie marathon and feeling your warm body press against him and your head landing in his lap, so damn close to his dick.

Yeah, he is embarrassed and feels guilty when he gets hard from watching you change in front of him. You thought it was no big deal to quickly shrug out of your shirt and sweatpants to put on a better outfit to leave the house. But Yuuji's dick decided it was a big deal, and now his honey eyes are heavy-lidded, and his tan cheeks are flushed. And you can definitely see the huge tent in your best friend's grey sweatpants.

Yuuji's sheepish smile and muttered apology don't take away the evidence that his body obviously wants you. He gulps hard as your eyes widen, and you grin while shaking your head,

"We can't go out like that, Yuu."

And he groans and nods,

"Yeah, I know! I am sorry! My dick is acting so stupid sometimes! Give me a few minutes, and it will be fine again."

He hopes he can will his erection away. Or should he just go to the bathroom and jack off? But before he can decide what to do, you take a step closer to him, and he feels a bit dizzy at the way your gaze is fixed on the bulge in his sweats while you lick your lips.

"Or... I could help you with that."

Maybe it's just meant as a joke. Maybe Yuuji is supposed to laugh and tell you to stop teasing him. But honestly, his ears are ringing, and he feels his cock twitch in interest at your words. He cannot think straight anymore. He always gets a bit stupid when he's horny. And so the only thing that comes out of his mouth is,

"You really wanna help? You don't have to..."

"It's ok, we are best friends. You are closer to me than anyone else, Yuu. And well, it's been a while since I touched a guy, and I kind of... crave it?"

Yuuji only blinks at you for a second before he nods wildly. How could he say no to such a nice offer? He's already lifting his hips and pushing down his sweats and the red boxer briefs underneath, spreading his muscular thighs and taking his fat cock in his hand and pumping it eagerly while a shaky moan escapes his lips,

"Fuck! Then yeah, help me please..."

The first touch of your fingertips to his swollen tip has him whining, and it only takes a short time before he cums all over your hand, nutting so hard that he sees stars.

Fuck, he likes that! It's so easy with you, so uncomplicated. He already likes you so much, and now he can also get his cock stroked by you and maybe even get a chance to touch you too. It really sounds like a perfect deal!

He hasn't even tucked himself back into his pants when the words tumble out of his mouth,

"Thank you... Um, can I repay the favor? I mean, you got me off, and it only seems fair that I get you off, too. Can I? Please?"

That's how you end up on his lap, naked from the waist down, two of Yuuji's thick fingers pumping in and out of your dripping wet cunt while his thumb plays with your clit, making you dig your nails into his broad shoulders and shake and tremble from the intensity of your orgasm on your best friend's hand.

Yuuji is the one who suggests the friends-with-benefits arrangement after that mind-altering experience. After all, he really likes being friends, and he really likes to fuck, so why not combine two of his favorite things? He simply cannot find any downside to that.

"So, we are best friends, and you made me cum, and I made you cum, and I really liked it. Was it good for you too? We could add that to our friendship. If it's ok with you. I mean, sometimes, you know? When we crave it. You are single, and I am single, and I don't really like going to clubs and finding someone just for one night. And you don't do that either. So, maybe we could just make each other feel good sometimes when we feel like it. Would that be ok?"

It is ok, and suddenly, your friendship is not just super fun and goofy but also super sexy.

Only two days later, you both get so riled up while sitting next to each other playing a video game that you end up sloppily making out and feeling each other up through your clothes, dry humping until you both can't take it anymore and tear at each other's clothes.

Finally, Yuuji's large hands are on your juicy ass, kneading your plump cheeks thoroughly while his eyes stare hungrily and his mouth is hanging open, drooling over himself as he looks at you on all fours in front of him, completely naked, ass wiggling teasingly for him, your pussy dripping wet and ready for him to fuck it and make you and him feel good.

Yuuji asks himself why he didn't think of this whole friends-with-benefits thing sooner! He moans so loud that the neighbors hear him when he finally sinks his fat cock into you and fucks you so good you nut three times for him and mewl his name over and over again.

The two of you start to experiment. Trying new positions, you never did before but always wanted to try. Learning each other's body and how to get the best reactions. It's shameless and easy. There are no secrets between you, no taboos. You are best friends, after all. You can tell each other everything. And do everything with each other.

You tell Yuuji no guy ever took such good care of you in bed when he pulls you on his face and eats you out for a whole hour. And it makes him so happy because he likes you so much, and you are his bestie and deserve the world, and Yuuji is delighted to give you that!

It's so natural, so easy to do this friends-with-benefits thing with you. You come to his apartment and tell him you are stressed, and Yuuji fucks you right there up against the wall and afterward on his bed and doesn't let go of you until you squirt all over his cock and are thoroughly satisfied and practically fucked dumb on his cock.

The two of you watch a movie, and your hand naturally slips into Yuuji's sweats to give him a slow handjob because you know he loves that while watching movies. And his hand slips into your pants, too, and rubs circles around your clit until you mess up your panties from cumming so much.

He groans about being so stressed from all those stupid assignments, and you crawl under his desk and give him a blow job that helps him relax, kissing his cum-stained tip afterward and smiling up at him and patting his thigh, telling him he will ace his assignment with your help.

And all the time, the two of you have so much fun, laughing about small mishaps and giggling after screaming each other's name during a particularly intense fuck. It's easy. It's fun. You know each other so well and trust each other completely. It's so freeing to just fuck each other on top of being best friends. There is no shame, no holding back, just horny, needy fucking anytime you need it.

And comforting, sweet kisses and warm cuddles.

You both don't realize that you are practically already a couple. Maybe the kissing marathons should give it away, the hours cuddled up in bed where you just kiss and talk and smile at each other. Maybe the fact that neither of you even tries to get to know someone else should be an indicator.

The two of you go to a party together, which is a perfectly normal thing best friends do. Ok, Yuuji admits that the way you dance with each other is a bit dirtier than only friends would do, but he is fine with people knowing you are friends with benefits, and this is nothing new after all.

But what is new is that you kiss him right there in the middle of the dancefloor, and it somehow makes Yuuji feel so proud that he is the only one you kiss. He finds that he can't pull away from you, and so he just keeps kissing you, just keeps pulling you tighter against his body, making out with you until his head spins.

It is Nobara who asks the question when she walks into the kitchen later on and sees how Yuuji has you pressed up against the fridge with his tongue down your throat and your fingers in his pink hair.

"What the fuck? Why didn't you two tell me you are dating??"

"Because we aren't."

"When what is this?"

"We are friends... friends who make out and... have sex sometimes."

"Don't give me that shit. The two of you have practically been married for two years. Everyone says that. We were just wondering why you never made it official. Oh well, the cat's out of the bag now. Quick, let me text everyone!!"

And with that, Nobara leaves Yuuji and you standing there, your fingers still tangled in Yuuji's soft pink strands, your lips still swollen from his kisses, and finally, something clicks in his mind, and he smiles his sheepish smile at you and is like,

"I didn't know I am a married man, but I kinda like it. What about you?"

HE MAKES ME FEEL SO AAAHHHH!!!! I ruined my panties writing this. Thank you so much for sending me this prompt!! I see Yuuji as the best guy for friends to lovers, and the friends-with-benefits trope is the perfect way to get there!! I really think he is incapable of keeping things casual but also kind of oblivious until someone else points it out ;)

I love horny boy Yuuji!! I hope you like him too!!

Please let me know what you think. Reblogs and comments would be super sweet 💗

[mauvecherie-writes]

filthy: l.hamilton.

warning: 18+ mdni, extreme sexual content, slight dom!lewis, mating press, dirty talk, unprotected p in v.

notes: this gif set sent me and @hopefulromantic1 down a sinful path. our dark thoughts collided. Also I didn’t watch the episode lmao - a small section of this - paragraph 3 - is purely based on the gifs I’ve seen 😂. either way ennjjooyy 😘🤭.

I’m thinking about how you can’t get over just how buff Lewis got over the winter break. You love the way he just fills his t-shirts more, the way his thighs stretch the fabric of his pants - just how every inch of him seems to be bulging.

Just watching him do mundane things has you all hot and bothered. Like you’re in the living room watching his episode of DTS and you’re squirming in your seat as if he’s not somewhere in the house.

It’s the weirdest thing that sets you off. He’s by the track in his white tee, talking to the kids from Mission44 and he moves to clap his hands before swinging his arms. holy fuck. you’re creaming for your man.

You move so quickly off the sofa, you startle your sleepy boy Roscoe. You throw an apology to him before running to the security system and search the camera footage to see where he is.

He’s outside, fixing up the trampoline for the kids. You run to the backyard and for a moment you stop and just watch him. His arms flexing as he tightens the bolts on the legs.

When you catch his eye, he smiles at you. So bright and wide, his eyes crinkle in the corners and your heart beats faster causing you to blush.

“What’s up baby?” He asks you as he stands to his full height.

You don’t answer and in that moment Lewis sees the glint in your eye and he immediately knows where your heart is at. It makes him smirk.

“I have a problem.” You say as you tip-toe toward him.

“Tell me love.” He says, wiping his hands before taking your hand pulling you closer before he settles his large palms on your waist as yours wrap around his neck and you play with the strands at the back of his head.

“I see you on the show and you’re all buff and shit, muscles spilling out of your shirt and then I see you out here doing work.”

“Did that turn you on baby?” He licks his lips as he trails his hands down to your ass and cups your cheeks.

“Yeah.” You let out a breathless sigh as he massages your flesh.

“How do you want me to fix it sweetheart?”

You give an all knowing smile and next thing you know, he’s picking you up in his arms and running back into the house. You don’t even go all the way to the master bedroom.

He bulldozes his way into the guest bedroom downstairs and chucks you onto the bed like you weigh nothing before pulling at your clothes and barely stepping out of his before he’s back in between your legs.

“You’re so fucking wet. Did I really do that to you sweet girl?” He smiles as he stretches his knees apart - pushing yours further apart too.

“Yes!” You gasp as you arch forward trying to press your cunt against this dick. “I’m also ovulating so that could be it too.” You confess.

Lewis grunts at your words as he presses into you. Once your eyes roll, he doesn’t hold back. He’s fucking you so good that you’re screaming and trying to run away from him. He’s deep in your guts as you struggle for words.

His shoulders and chest are folding you and pressing into you as you struggle for air.

“It’s t- too much baby.” You hiccup as his skin slaps against the back of thighs. His mark was all over your body despite the way that he has you folded. The contact bites at your skin from the ferocity of his thrusts.

He’s fucking you into the bed and crushing you until you’re gasping for air and he laughs at you - mocking you for how much you said you could take him but you’re clearly having trouble doing so.

You keep trying to run away.

You try to beg but he’s not having it, the laughter is gone from his voice - he’s serious again. Your legs are back on his shoulders and he’s got you in a mating press as he fucks you harder and harder into the bed.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going huh?” He hisses in your ear as he thrusts until you. “I’m fixing your problem aren’t I? This is what you wanted. Why you running?” He taunts you.

You cry louder as tears trail down your cheeks and settle into the crooks of your neck.

“This is what you wanted. Fucking take it!” He growls. “Take this fucking dick, it’s yours.”

ru’s letters 💌: I’m ending it here. Let your imagination run 😝😌

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[artdcnaldson]

it’s evil art and stepcest o’clock !!!

stanford era art sending patrick videos of himself fucking pat’s stepsister!reader ,, your mom married patrick’s dad ago when all of you were still in high school. it was abrupt to say the least, one day pat walks into his family’s estate for the start of winter break and all of a sudden there’s a girl his age glaring at him in the kitchen. getting close to you was like calming down a feral animal, but eventually you and patrick reached a closeness no one expected. art has always been an extension of patrick, so naturally the three of you became a little trio, especially when you have a little saltburn summer together at one of patrick’s estates before you and art go off to stanford and patrick heads out on tour.

and the thing is, art is more perceptive than either of you give him credit for. he sees the way you two look at each other, the lingering looks and the touches that last a little too long. so he starts testing the waters. he flirts with you, gets closer to you than he needs to when you talk, takes you out on the tennis court early in the morning to “help him practice” so when pat wakes up he sees you coming back inside laughing together. patrick fucking seethes every time, but he refuses to say anything. art even teases him about it when they’re alone, runs a hand up patrick’s thigh and says things like “don’t you wish this was her doing this to you?” and of course patrick caves, admits his wants when art takes his dick down his throat, but he never makes a move. he never crosses the line. so, art starts trying with you, too. he’ll sneak into your room (usually after he’s done with patrick) and touch you slow, pinch your nipples, ghost his fingers over your clit. he never goes too far, just gets you worked up and makes you cum on his fingers. all while whispering, “wouldn’t his fingers feel so good in this little pussy?”

he spends the whole summer working both of you up and still nothing happens, so when you and him are alone at stanford together he decides to push again. selfishly, he knows he’s also doing this for himself. he’d be deluding himself if he said he hadn’t wanted to fuck you from the moment he laid eyes on you. honestly, him keeping himself from doing it every time he dipped his fingers in your wet pussy should win him a fucking medal of honor. now though, now he has you with your chest pinned to the bed, sobbing directly into his shitty phone camera, begging for patrick while you fuck yourself back on his dick. “go on baby, tell pat what you told me,” he pants.

“please- fuck— please come visit pat, want- want you so bad- ‘m sorry i didn’t say! ‘m sorry- ‘m sorry!”

patrick’s never booked a flight faster in his life <33

RAHHH RAHH RAHHHH

Art takes one look at you and Patrick’s sappy, lovebird expressions and your refusal to ever actually fucking do something and he just snaps. He’ll be a good friend, he’ll fix it for Patrick, just like Patrick helped him with so many of his crushes that weren’t going to fucking go anywhere.

Of course you think Art’s hot, you think he’s sweet, and he’s smart, and he gives you all the attention you could want. And the best thing is, your mom isn’t fucking married to his dad. So you don’t mind when he kisses you, when he has you pinned onto your bed and moves his hand under your shirt to play with your tits. His mouth tastes like Patrick’s sometimes, and you always kiss him harder when he does.

And he knows— you know he knows how you feel about Patrick, because he teases you about it, always when he’s got his fingers buried inside of you and you’re right on the brink. Don’t you think Patrick’s fingers would feel so good stretching out your tight little pussy? Don’t you wish he’d just fuck you the way you want? Just pin you down and claim your pussy as his own? Oh, fuck, I can feel you clenching around my fingers, you want him so bad. You want your step brother bullying this little pussy, he’s so mean for keeping his cock from you, huh?

It makes you cum every time, gushing around his fingers, mouth open and pink as you cry out with pretty moans. Art licks inside, kisses you hungry and desperate while you fist his cock in your hand. You always want him to fuck you, but he just tells you not tonight. A good friend wouldn’t fuck their best friend’s crush, would they?

Patrick tries to keep it from Art, but he never can. Art hears him fucking his fist in the shower after you’ve all been at the pool. Listens to the wet sounds of Patrick’s lubed up hand gliding along his dick until he gets frustrated and says, “Art, get over here.” Art takes over with his fist, with his mouth. Almost lets Patrick cum before he pulls away. “Admit you want her first.”

Patrick just covers his face with his arm, groans out a pained, “Art—“ Because he’s killing him. He’s actually fucking killing him. When did the Art he met at the tennis academy, the one who sang in the choir for his grandma’s church and wouldn’t even swear until Patrick goaded him to, become this mean. “She’s my sister.”

Art grins. “Your step sister, who you want to fuck.” Patrick doesn’t get to cum until he admits it. He’s rewarded by Art’s hot, perfect mouth and the rare opportunity to cum down his throat. For being a good sport.

He thinks that’s it, you both accepted it, you’ll both just get it over with and fuck, and hopefully still include him since he was kind enough to encourage it. But you don’t. There’s still sweet longing glances and lingering touches. He walks in on you and Patrick giggling in your room, tossing sour patch kids back and forth and seeing who can catch the most in your mouths. Sits on the bed when you curl up and rest your head in Patrick’s lap, while he pets your hair and lets his fingers trace along your face like a boyfriend would.

You’re so lonely at Stanford. Patrick’s gone to god knows where, playing in low level tournaments, losing and sulking without you to comfort him. He calls you almost every night, and you ask him about if he’s seeing anyone. He just kind of goes quiet and says, “C’mon.” You know how he feels, he knows you feel the same way, and that you’re both horribly, painfully stuck.

You show up to Art’s dorm teary eyed and needing comfort. He misses Patrick too, you know he does. He’s the only one who understands. It’s two in the morning and Art’s all disheveled from sleep as he opens the door. His eyes widen— you’re just wearing one of Pat’s shirts, and jesus, you can’t just walk around a college campus like that. He ushers you in, closes the door behind him.

“I miss Pat,” is all you say, and suddenly your lips are on his and you’re tripping over clothes and bags in the dark room as he guides you onto his bed. He’s a little slow, still waking up, but his hands are warm and feel a little rough like Patrick’s do.

His phone vibrates on the bedside table, but he silences it with the press of a button. “Sorry,” he mumbles, leans forward and kisses you slow and hungry. His tongue moves against yours as he slides a hand into your panties, rubs at your swollen clit so you moan into his mouth.

“You’re so wet,” he groans. You nod, grind down against his fingers. “For me or for Patrick?”

You whine, can’t even look at him. “Both.” It’s shameful to admit it, that you’d been wet the entire time that you and Patrick had been catching up on the phone, that you’d thought about slipping your hands into your panties and touching yourself to his voice. But that was… you couldn’t do that. But Art could help.

He slips your panties down your thighs, eases one finger inside your pussy, then another. He thrusts them slow and deep, brings pretty mewls from your lips. “What do you need, hm?”

“Patrick,” you whine.

He nods, noses along the side of your jaw, and sucks on your throat. “I know, baby. Pat’s not here. You want me to make you feel better? You can pretend I’m him.”

So you do. You beg for it, for Art to fuck you. He knows you’re not just thinking about him, that you’re across an ocean with Patrick just as much as you’re in his bed. So sweet beneath him, crying out for him, for Patrick in equal measure. Moaning about how you want your stepbrother’s cock, about how much you miss Patrick, begging for Art to fuck you harder.

At a hostel in Germany, Patrick just has to listen to it.

[miasmaghoul]

Mountain spending a lovely fall afternoon splitting logs in preparation for winter. It's getting chilly at night and the abbey's fireplaces will need wood soon enough, and Mountain enjoys the labor. So he'd grabbed his axe just after sunup, made his way to the pile of felled trees waiting for him by the lake. The trees weren't from his forest of course, no earth ghoul would allow such a thing, but he still laid a reverent hand on the pile and thanked them for their sacrifice. It was the least he could do.

Hours later, the sun high in the sky, he's about halfway done. He'd come down here in a pair of overalls and t-shirt with a flannel overtop, breath still visible in the damp autumn air, but in no time the sweat had started to pour. His flannel lies crumpled some ten feet away, tossed away the moment he'd gotten warm. The overalls have long since been unbuckled, the straps now tied around his waist in a makeshift belt. His previously pale green t-shirt has been stained all over with sweat - around the collar, down his back, at his armpits. Even the front is blotchy with it, darkened every time Mountain wipes his face. He's covered in wood chips and bits of bark, his back and arms have just started too develop a dull burn, and Mountain couldn't be happier.

Soon enought the shirt comes off too, even its thin cotton too warm, and Mountain takes a moment to stretch. Arches his back, chest to the sun and arms over his head. Something in his spine gives a loud pop and Mountain groans, deep and satisfied, when it makes him shiver. He shakes out his arms, twists at the waist a few times, and takes a quick stroll to the lake's edge. Cups chill water in both hands and splashes it into his face, rinsing away dirt and sweat, soaking his already damp hairline and sending little rivulets streaming down his chest. It's beyond refreshing, exhilarating even, and Mountain feels good as new.

He idly scratches his stomach as he heads back to work, chuckling at the softness there. He always develops a little but of pudge this time of year, his body preparing itself for the winter as though he wasn't living in the relative lap of demonic luxury. Mountain prods at the little bit of fat hanging over his overalls with a smile, gives it an appreciative pat, and goes to pick up his next log.

Before he does, though, Mountain pauses. Considers. With a might-as-well sort of shrug, he'd trudged over to the side of the pile, untied his straps and pushed down his overalls just enough to pull out his dick. The water still trailing down his chest and belly catches in his hair, glistens in the sun, and the groan Mountain lets out as he lets go is one of nothing but deep relief.

Up on the rooftop, sight unseen, Aeon falls apart with one hand over his mouth and the other shoved into his now-stained sweatpants at the sound of it.

Rain was right, this is a good show.

[eddies-whoreee]

Eddie is a sneaky bastard, and a perv. With a HUGE corruption kink.

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It started with subtle touches. His hands brushing against your waist as he walks past you. Whenever your reaching for something in the cabinet he pushes up against you reaching over you. He loved seeing your cheeks flush red and you avoiding eye contact. He also loves teasing you. “Aww what’s wrong baby?” He’ll ask while giving your cheek a pinch.

Then he worked his way to not so subtle touches. He convinced you that him slapping and grabbing your ass was a normal thing guys do to their girl best friends. It’s not like you knew any better. Also let’s not forget that he makes it his mission to pick you up from cheer practice and take you to his place to chill. It’s the easiest opportunity to get a peek under your skirt. He’ll ‘drop his keys’ or open the door for you when in reality he’s looking up your skirt. He loves the winter, gives him a reason to cuddle up next you. Rubbing his hard-on against your ass. He likes to feel you up. One time he accidentally got to rough and squeezed your boob too tight. Making you wince, “oh I’m sorry bunny. I didn’t mean to be so rough” he coos at you. In all reality he just wants to pound into you and slap you around making you cry his name.

As your friendship went on he’s gotten you to do more things. Like he’s convinced you that it’s okay to sleep in just your panties and one of his shirts right next to him while he only wears boxers. Because, like he says, “it’s summer princess the less clothes the better.” Or he told you that giving you butt massages isn’t naughty if he’s doing it to help relax your muscles for cheer. You read a lot so when you are at his house and are reading a new book you got he loves to lay his head on your bare stomach. When he decides you need to give him more attention he’ll either leave wet kisses on your waist or give it small bites. “Teddy! That tickles” you giggle. “Give me attention” he whines. “Okay, I’m all yours” you say putting down your book.

But this was his final move. It would be a gateway for other activities. You were sat on his bed on your knees. “Baby, I need help” he says. “Okay, what do you need help with” you ask with a sweet smile. “You see this?” He question before removing the blanket showing you his hard-on that was very much evident through his gray sweatpants. You were oblivious to say the least but you knew,from your mom. That you’re not supposed to touch boys down there. But Eddie was your best friend is not like he would hurt you. He only wanted the best for you. You slowly nodded eyes glued to his dick. “Hurts so bad, every since you got here wearing that short skirt.” He says. “I made it hurt?” You ask softly. He nods, “I-I’m sorry teddy, didn’t mean to” you speak, feeling guilty. “It’s okay, do you think you could help me not hurt. Give it some kisses” he states rubbing your thigh. You eyes slightly widened. “I’m not supposed to touch boys down there” you hesitated even though the thought made your mouth water. “That’s for mean and yucky boys, but I’m your best friend. Plus I can make you feel good too” he says tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “Give it kisses?” You ask, he nods. “O-okay” you give in. He smiles victoriously, “get on your knees princess” he tells you, you do as he says. You are now on the floor, on your knees while Eddie is undoing the tie on his sweatpants. He takes his leaking cock out, “it’s big” you mumble, eyes fixated on his cock adoringly. Like it’s your lifeline. He chuckles, “I’ve been told” he jokes. You wrap your hand around his cock gently, making him suck on a breath at the feeling of your soft skin on his dick, way better that when he’s fucking his own fist. You give the tip a wet kiss. Making him whimper, “fuck bunny, a few more” he says breathlessly. You kiss all the way down to the base. “Oh god baby, I need more. Open your pretty mouth for me” he states petting the back of your head. You do as he says, he taps the tip on your tongue. “Just like that” he moans, wrapping his hand around your and pumping his cock. “Fuck! Bunny m’gonna-” before he can finish his sentence his cum squirts all over your face. Making you squeal. “Shit! I’m sorry baby, didn’t mean to-” he goes to apologize but is cut off by your giggles. “More! Want more please” you squeak wiping the cum off your cheeks sucking it off your fingers. He was mesmerized, he had officially corrupted you. “Gimme a second bunny” he tells you catching his breath. You huff impatiently, laying your head on his thigh looking at him with your pretty doe eyes. He felt his cock twitching and going hard again. “You’re so pretty baby” he coos.

[slvttyplum]

ಇ. Lock me up | Suguru Geto

Synopsis: Suguru shows you who’s in possession of who.

Contents: Manipulation, Choking, Dirty talk, Toe sucking, Smut.

Suguru Geto was the master manipulator; he knew how to get what he wanted with no more than a few words.

Everyone around him was at his utter disposal, and no one cared when they were thrown out; they were only happy they got the chance to be so close to him.

He was so pretty, smart, and talented that he kept his way all the time, like a spoiled child, except no one corrected his ways.

You knew a lot by being with him in the short two months you had, which surprised you that you even lasted this long.

He treated you with no respect, yet you were still with him.

His status somehow allowed him to treat people like shit outside his circle; the people he kept around for the longest got the best of the stick, except you.

The day was warm, and you arrived at Suguru's house. The cold winter air floated past you as you rang the doorbell.

It was silence for a few seconds; nothing but the whistling air passed by until Suguru opened the door.

His hair in a bun and sweats with no shirt on, the view causing your heart to beat faster, your coat not the only thing keeping you warm.

“Why are you still standing out there? come on.” You quickly snap out of your thoughts and walk him. The house smelled like cinnamon; it was nice.

Suguru walks behind you and stops, just looking at you and feeling his eyes pierce into your skin.

“What is it?” You ask, sliding off your coat and putting it on the coat rack. He says nothing and folds his arms.

“Nothing. You just smell different.” Hearing that made you roll your eyes. He wanted to start drama today.

The thought alone made you tense up, and you hated getting into arguments with him because he'd make you feel bad afterwards.

You decide to just ignore him since anything you said, he wouldn’t stand for. From your silence, he quickly walks over to you, putting his hand around your neck.

“Speak when spoken to.” his mouth directly by your ear, making your heart race, the grip he had on your neck tightening.

You let out a sigh and nodded, "Yeah.” not sure if he still wanted you to answer his previous question.

He quickly lets go of your neck and walks away, your hand slowly rubbing over where his hand previously was.

What a dick.

“Anyone else coming?” striking casual conversation so another uncomfortable one wouldn’t be brought out.

Suguru plops down on the couch and leans forward, grabbing the remote off the coffee table in front of him.

You sit down beside him, closer to the arm of the chair. Before answering your question, he flips through a few channels before settling on one.

“No. why? scared to be alone with me or something?” The assumption catching you off guard, but he wasn’t all the way off track.

Being alone with him could be uncomfortable sometimes, especially when he wasn’t in a good mood.

"I didn’t say that. I was just wondering.” This time you said it with a base in your voice, so he wouldn’t pester you about it.

He slides the remote back on the coffee table and scoots closer to you, his hand on your thigh, rubbing small circles with his thumb, the action catching you off guard as you stare at the TV, the moving people on screen sinking you in.

“What’s wrong?” His voice was low and in an almost aggravated tone. He hated when you would shrug him off, ignore him, act scared, or do anything else that pissed him off, so of course you were trembling under his touch, especially with no one else there.

"Nothing; it's just cold.” the swift lie sliding off your tongue as your hand balls in a fist, quickly unballing it and sliding it between your legs, your hand sliding over his. He looks at you and down at the hands touching, a scoff falling out of his mouth.

Your heart was beating so fast that you didn't know what to do; maybe it was just best to leave.

"Come," is all Suguru says before standing up and grabbing your arm, quickly walking down the dark hall to his bedroom. As many times as you’ve been here, stepping foot in his bedroom was a no-no.

Finally, he swiftly opens the door, dragging you in and slamming the door shut, locking it. His body is up against the door with his arms folded, like an upset parent about to scold you.

You sigh and back up, keeping a safe distance between the both of you. The air in the room was different; it didn't have that same sweet smell with hints of his natural scent but instead a mellow smell, one you couldn't describe, and you hated it.

“Stop lying to me; why do you act as if I hurt you?” His voice now booming in your direction, a lump immediately dropping in your throat. There he goes again, blaming you and antagonizing you.

Your eyes flicker to his gaze, then back to your hands, where they are fidgeting. Not sure what to say or do because either way he would spazz the fuck out, opening your mouth, then quickly closing it because what would come out?

“I don't, I am not... "I'm not lying.” That was the safest thing to say, hoping he wouldn't get mad. Suguru uncrosses his arms and walks towards you, holding his hand out and grabbing your arm, his thumb pressing into your skin so hard you wince.

His eyes piercing into you and a smirk smoothing across his lips, he leans down, pressing a kiss on your cheek as his other arm slides across your waist, his embrace making you sigh. He felt good, and you hated it.

“How’re you going to prove to me you aren't lying, hm?” His voice is husky as he rubs. He slides his hand to your back, rubbing you up and down; his touch sends tingles throughout your body; and his voice makes you melt.

Leaning back and looking up at him, you slowly press your lips into his, his sweetness unfolding on your lips, and he wastes no time sliding his tongue inside your mouth, your tongue running over his as both of yours slide over each other. He tasted good, did you?

He walks into you, causing you to stumble back, and he keeps walking, trying to keep your balance.

You grab his shoulders for stability, and the next thing you know, you're backed into the bed, flopping down on the edge of the bed.

He disconnects from the kiss and backs away, pulling the string on his sweatpants as he looks at you, his eyes never leaving you, making something quiver inside you.

The look could havemultiple meanings, s but right now he wants you to strip, and that you do, quickly taking off your shirt, then sliding your hands down to your jeans and unbuttoning them.

Your eyes slide from his and down his body, looking down and seeing he already took off his sweats; he’s just wearing his briefs, his print noticeable as his length is pressing against the black fabric, almost begging to come out, making your mouth water.

His sex appeal was no joke; every person who slept with him, including yourself, knew that. Is that why he called you over today, to fuck? That makes sense; no one else was over, and the times spent alone always led to this.

“Get out of your head.” his finger lifting your jaw up, your eyes fixed on his again. He leans down to your level, putting both his hands on the sides of you, his face so close to yours you could feel his breath, making your heart quicken.

He leans in a little before letting out a laugh, your hands fidgeting over each other, trying to take off your jeans with him being this close, his dark eyes still looking into yours, too scared to look away from his staring.

Finally getting them off, Suguru leans in again, this time kissing you, starting off with a couple of pecks, then full on kissing you, his breath pushing into yours as he leans all the way into you, your body hitting the cold sheets.

His hands sliding up the bed, one slowly running up the side of your body, then to the hem of your panties, playing with it, his tongue sliding across your again, your saliva mixing with his making you hot, his lower half pressing into yours harder.

You could feel his length pushing out harder than before. He leaned up, disconnecting the kiss, a string of spit following, then falling on your chest, his head slowly leaning down, sliding his tongue over the spit, then down to your cleavage, where your breasts were sitting perfectly.

He presses a kiss down after, then trails down to your stomach, pressing another kiss down, his eyes still fixed on yours, making you nervous. The embarrassment that was lingering is now gone when he slides his hand in between your legs, pushing the side of his finger into your core, making you twitch.

“Tell me, how many people have you fucked as of late" the question making you jolt. He wanted to do this here.

You swallow the lump in your throat, propping yourself on your elbows as he kisses your belly button.

“No one, why?” Your voice was shaky from him pressing his finger into your core again, the pleasure shooting through, making your thighs clench.

His response was a laugh before sliding his tongue down from your belly button to the hem of your panties.

Both his hands now at your hips squeezing and his eyes still fixed on yours, he wanted to watch every expression you made and every sound that left past your pretty lips.

Those beautiful eyes fixed on him made him sohard,d he thought he was going to explode

“Because you’re so wet down here, you’re even soaked through your fucking panties.” His eyes quickly jump from yours to your panties, he moves his hands to your thighs, pushing them open, an amused scoff quickly slipping out of his lips.

To his assumption, he was right. There was a wet spot right in the middle of your panties, He looks at you again and slowly leans in between your thighs, placing a kiss on one of your thighs, then placing many kisses towards your core, placing another right on the wet spot, making you twitch.

The action makes you more aroused. He slides his hands up your thighs to your hips, hooking both his fingers in the hem and the opening, slowly sliding them down. Once they are down to the middle of your thigh, he can see the wet string connecting your core and panties.

You slowly lay back on the bed, looking at the ceiling. Nervousness runs through your body, making your blood hotter.

Your panties now dangling off your ankles as Suguru presses another kiss on your wet, aching core.

He slides his hands back to your thighs, pushing them back, your swollen cunt on full display waiting to be devoured, his mouth salivating at the mouth-watering sight, swallowing a big lump in his throat, trying to compose himself.

His tongue peeking out and sliding over your clit making your body jolt, the small action making you let out a tiny moan, a sly smirk on his face, fully sliding out his tongue, a long stripe on your slit, his spit and your wetness colliding.

Licking again, staring at you and how your chest goes up and down rapidly with each stripe taken on your core, his lower body grinding into the bed as he keeps going.

His whole mouth coated with your fluid and his saliva, your eyes are shut, but you slowly open one looking at him to find he’s looking straight at you, a small laugh erupting from his mouth.

Lean out, resting his head on your thigh, still looking at you with a wet mouth. “Take off your bra," is all he says, and you comply. He wanted to see your tits and your face in the same frame as he ate your pussy, the sweet taste invading his tongue.

As much as he wanted to fuck you, he wanted to taste you and watch your expressions and the way you moved whenever he put his tongue on your pussy.

Making him want to just cum in his briefs; the way your breasts fall out of the bra makes him snap out of his thoughts; and your shy, embarrassed expression makes him push his lower body into the mattress.

He leans off your thigh and goes back to licking and moving his mouth in sync while tasting you, trying to get in every taste floating inside his mouth and back of his throat.

As the pleasure erupts in your pussy and lower stomach, you slide your hand on his tongue, tugging on the bun he had in his hair.

A small moan floating out past your lips as you feel the knot dropping in your stomach felt so good. The way he moved his tongue over your folds and then sucked on your clit sent you to heaven, the grip on his bun getting tighter as he moved his tongue back to your clit swirling it around.

Your thighs clench and close on him as you release, your body arching with pleasure and your nipples cold from the air sticking out, the view of your nipples and your mouth open with the intense pleasure making him moan.

Your back hits the mattress again, and your breathing slowly returns to normal. Suguru smiles, leaning up and completely taking off his boxers, the action making your stomach clench.

Of course, you've done it before, but he still made you nervous.

He slides up to you, lining himself up with your entrance, slowly sliding in, a low moan sliding out of his mouth, your walls clinging onto him with no hesitation; he couldn't hold back.

Pushing into you deeper, causing you to moan, your hands coming up to cover your mouth, his hand quickly grabs your arm, pushing it to the side.

“I want to hear how good I make you feel.” his dick sliding out of you, then back into you forcefully, causing your body to budge up.

The top of your head rubbing over the pillows set behind you, his leg lifting up as he slowly runs his hand down your thigh to your leg, putting it over his shoulder.

Suguru pulls out and pushes into you, his tip pushing into your sweet spot, causing your back to arch.

You quickly lift your hand and push his stomach away from the overwhelming amount of pleasure rushing through your body, your blood running hotter.

His eyes piercing into you and your cheeks getting harder from how he’s looking at you, his teeth clinging onto his bottom lip as he pushes deeper into you, trying to get that exhausted expression, you can feel his dick twitch inside of you throbbing against your hot, wet walls.

Sliding out again, he fully thrusts into you, your toes curling by his ear, catching his attention from his peripheral, his head slowly leaning to the side, kissing your toe and putting it in his mouth, your body jolting.

“Mm’ngh suguru, no dont." Your head spinning and your stomach curling from everything; the overwhelming pleasure shooting through your body; it was too much, but at the same time it felt just right; your hand coming up to one of your breasts and fondling them.

His eyes watching you closely as you do so, one of your fingers coming up and sliding in your mouth, sucking your fingers, his hips slamming into you again, your fingers sliding to the back of your throat, immediately gagging.

“Keep going.” was all he grunted out before sliding out of you again. The wet noise of your cunt filling the room and going through your ears made you even wetter. It felt so good and made you feel good knowing he was pulsing inside you, trying to hold himself back.

Suguru slides your toe of his mouth and pushes into you, his tip once again kissing your sweet spot and sending you over. Your clit was throbbing, and your wet walls were clenching and pulsing off and on his length.

You continue sucking your fingers at him, your eyes starting to get watery from the pleasure, the knot in your stomach unraveling over, the deep pit in your stomach finally falling as your dripping cunt clenches around his dick, and your back arching again.

“Oh my… fuck!” is all that fell out of your nasty mouth. Suguru loved you so much, his dick pulsing inside of you, knowing he was next, quickly pushing into you again and again, your moans sliding out of your mouth and your head spinning, almost dizzy from how much pleasure you’re receiving.

Your thigh is so far pushed against your stomach, you’re getting built-up pleasure pushed against your stomach. Your other leg is still dangling on his shoulder.

He pushes deeper inside you, his jaw clenching, and so does his hand around your leg.

The most pleasurable thing out of this whole thing is him staring at you, staring at you like you’re a painting, staring at you like he never wants you to leave.

It made you feel good. His dark eyes trace over you like you’re prey, but instead of eating you, he’s going to fuck you into oblivion.

“Tell me how good I make you and how I'm the only one that can fuck you this good.” His words sent shivers down your spine, making your hair stand up.

A lump caught in your throat. This wasn't one of his tricks, but even if it was, you wouldn't care.

“You're the only one who can make me feel this good.” your throat forming another lump and tears falling out of your eyes as he continuously slams into you, you could feel his dick pulse expanding your walls little by little repeatedly.

He slides out of you slowly, obviously not caring if he cums inside you. To your luck, he takes his hand off your leg and puts his hand around his dick, putting it on top of your now swollen cunt, releasing his warm cum leaking out bit by bit, making you aroused.

“Fucking right, I'm not the only one who can make you feel good.” a smile dancing on his lips, his body leaning down and his face close, both of you nose to nose, butterflies floating in your stomach.

“You’re mine; act like it.” was all that followed. Then he leaned up, going to the bathroom to grab a washcloth. Your body was hot and aching; it was true, you were his, locked up for his disposable, yet you were still aroused by the thought.

[wh0relibrarian]

sunshine

a/n: a continuation of this post, although altered to be a summer break instead of winter. completely got lost in that 😭 please excuse any informalities, i’m still getting used to writing in second person (or smut for that matter), and tumblrs post format! so don’t be mean ;(

context (if you don't want to read the previous post): Reader is visiting her hometown for the summer. A rising grad student who just so happens to bump into Sukuna at the airport. After quick introductions, he gives her his number in case she gets too lonely...

content ahead: southern sukuna au, black coded!reader, afab!reader, d referred to as dick bc i don’t like using “cock”, v referred to as cunt or pussy, age gap (reader in her early 20s, sukuna is in his early 30s), cowgirl, daddy kink, rough!sukuna (but he’s still a softie), needy!reader, clit stimulation, nicknames such as sweetheart, princess, baby/babydoll, creampie, ass/face slaps, lots of praise, a decent amount of plot

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You’ve been texting Sukuna for a week now. Off and on, trying not to seem too interested, but interested enough to keep his attention. It sucked that he was a man very obviously out of touch with technology, because you can’t find pictures of him anywhere. Not even a Facebook page. You’ve just been grasping at straws, trying to remember each detail of his face. Each tattoo. You didn’t even get enough time to admire the one’s on his face, way too engulfed in his general appearance.

And oh, Sukuna. That poor man. He knew from the moment he saw you that you’d keep him up at night. From the curvature of your lips— only being the opening act to the beautiful smile you had hidden beneath. He tries to remember what color your shirt was, but can only remember how plump your tits looked. Practically spilling out of a… tank top? Or maybe it was a crop top. You had a jacket on, which he knows was gray because you kept trying to wrap it around your waist like you were embarrassed by your body. He couldn’t figure out why, though. You’re beautiful from head to toe, every part of you.

But today, today was the day you’d ask him to take you out. Or just ask to go out in general. Hell, you’d take anything at this point.

You: Hiii Sukuna. How’s your wrist feeling? I know a couple days ago you said it was progressively getting worse, any updates?

Sukuna: Hey babydoll. I think it’s all good now. Nothin a lil icyhot can’t fix. How are you?

You: I’m happy to hear that :) and I’m okay, just bored, per usual.

Sukuna: Ya know I’m always around.

You: It’s funny you mention that… I was wondering if you were busy later today? Or tonight. Either or, whatever works best for you. If you would even want to do anything of course.

Sukuna: City girl finally ready to get some sunshine?

You: Don’t make fun of me 😑

Sukuna: Oh I’d never do such a thing. Are you free right now? My lunch break’s comin up, could use the company.

You: Yes I am! I can be ready in 15, I’ll send my address.

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You weren’t as nervous as you thought you’d be. You know you looked good, you felt good. You put on a casual outfit, just a pair of bell bottoms and some old t-shirt your mom left around. This wasn’t a date, and you didn’t want to scare him, so you treated it like a normal hang out with a friend.

He picked you up in an old pickup truck, run down from the years spent riding on dirt roads and an occasional swamp. (Things can get messy the further south you go.) It was normal where you’re from to have at least one beat up truck per household, so his car was not a problem. You were all smiles, nearly skipping your way to the passenger side. Sukuna rolled down the window and he too had a bright toothy smile plastered on his face. It almost looked malicious, but you overlooked it once you got in. Something about his presence had you in a trance, you couldn’t focus on anything else but him.

When you opened the door, he stretched his arm out to help you into the chair. You made it a point to act as if you were struggling to get in and shut the door, nerves suddenly keeping you from wanting to look him straight in the eye. “Damn sweetheart… just look at you,” he said while leaning his body back, taking a moment to take in your appearance. “Hiii Sukuna, you aren’t too bad yourself,” you said giggling.

“We’re just goin’ up to Milo’s, hope that’s luxury enough for ya.”

“You think I came dressed like this for somethin’ luxury?”

“Well if that ain’t luxury, I’d be curious to see what is.”

Smirking, Sukuna went back to putting his full focus on the road. The butterflies in your stomach had died down, finding his presence incredibly inviting and safe. You were looking out the window for a while, until his hand found yours which was resting on your thigh. You turn around to him surprised, only to see his eyes still trained on the road in front of him. His hand clasped yours and gripped it tight, and you found the silence warm, like a gentle hug you wanted to last forever.

The lunch date was sweet. You both ordered cheeseburgers, fries, and a large sweet tea; reveling in its taste since it had been some time since you had genuine sweet tea. He started asking you about your schooling, learning that you’re majoring in business and will soon start working on your master’s degree. This charmed him— you were both alike even if it was in different ways. You’ve always provided for your mother, and so has he. You won’t stop reaching new opportunities, and neither will he. As the date went on his attraction only grew deeper. Your physical appearance did not mean much to him, you were to die for, but right now he wanted to know every single thing about you and didn’t care about anything else.

But… this wasn’t to say he’s not a curious man.

When ordering the food, you took a step back to look at the entire menu. This caused your skin tight shirt to rise up ever so slightly, showing off your cute tummy and belly button piercing. You noticed him staring, and he was never one to lie.

“Sukuna, order some damn food and stop looking at me like that,” you slapped his large bicep jokingly, making that same smirk from earlier slowly grow on his face.

“Mmm, you hidin’ that accent from me girl. Soundin’ so pretty bossin’ me around.”

You could tell the cashier felt a bit awkward at this point, so you pushed Sukuna in front of you to get him to focus.

Even though he would have moments like those, you didn’t feel like he was objectifying you. It never became the focal point of your conversations. It seemed like he was genuinely interested in getting to know you and it made you feel so… different. Sure you were young, but you’d never experienced such a natural yet interesting conversation with a man. You were shocked by it, to say the least, and it only made you want him more.

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After that day, you two were basically inseparable. He made it a point to try and see you after work, and if there was a day where he couldn’t do it, he’d make it up to you x2 the next day. He immediately started spoiling you, whether it was food or sending you money for new makeup, it’s like he couldn't do enough for you. You were always beyond grateful, and would even tell him to tone it down a bit, but he’d always say, “Princesses deserve princess things.”

It’d been around four weeks of this, the dates would get more romantic, and his time with you only more cherished. Although the flirting continued to grow, he never made a move on you. You definitely didn’t want to be the one to initiate anything. Maybe there was a reason for him not wanting to get physical, but not even a kiss? It was killing you at this point, every night you spent just dreaming of what his pretty lips felt like on yours. Not being able to help your hands traveling down to your aching pussy. You were so horny it hurt, and nothing you did could satiate the feeling; knowing good and well that his fingers— let alone his dick could reach spots you didn’t even know were there. Your own fingers would suffice for now, but you would be leaving in just a few weeks, you needed to know what Ryomen Sukuna was like in bed.

So, the next time he picks you up, you make sure to look drop dead gorgeous (not like he didn’t think that about you regardless.)

A few days ago, he paid for your hair and nail appointments. Large knotless braids with curly pieces coming out of them, and the prettiest french tip set you’d ever got done. You told him you wanted everything to be a surprise, and that you were planning to get a new outfit as well AND that he didn’t have to send you money for that. But you know he did anyway. The plan for this night was a drive-in movie closer to the heart of the city rather than where you both resided. There was a wing place you loved, different shops, and the movie would be the last activity.

After picking up a new sundress, a black one with thin straps and a slit at the bottom, you felt confident enough that tonight would go well. You took a shower when you got home, lathered your skin with shea butter from head to toe, and put on all the gold jewelry you owned.

There’s no way he wouldn’t want to fuck you dumb.

As always, dinner with Sukuna was to die for. He was such a gentleman, making sure to pull your chair out for you, telling you to get whatever you wanted from the menu. “Don’t be scared sweetheart, want you nice ‘n full.”

You shopped for a little while after, well, it was really window shopping. You felt so bad that Sukuna was paying for everything, even though he always insisted. You decided to just point out all of the things you liked, kind of like a test— if he really liked you then he’d remember all these things for a future event.

The drive-in was dead. Which I guess isn’t too surprising, you can’t remember the last time someone talked about seeing a movie here. Nonetheless, this was your dream scenario. With basically no one to catch you guys, it was the perfect breeding ground (literally.) The movie was some rom-com looking thing in black and white which you begged to watch, only because you knew neither of you would want to pay attention. Once he grabbed some popcorn and soda from the concession stand, he pulled up in front of the big projection, claiming he needed to be as close as possible because of his eyesight. After a few minutes of pretending to be interested, you turned to him and finally broke the ice.

“‘Kuna, do you like me?” Sukuna couldn’t believe the question.

“Of course I like you baby, why else would I be here?”

“Well,” you started, “I don’t know…”

“Oh, you know.”

“I know you like me, it’s just like— we aren’t like… you know.”

“Gonna have to use your words sweetheart.”

You looked forward as you tried to find the best way to say this, you decided to just rip the bandaid off.

“We haven’t kissed! Or anything! You just hug me or wrap your arm around my waist, but we haven’t done nothin’ ‘kuna. And I’m not sayin’ that’s any indicator of how much you like me, I’m just sayin’ it’d be ni—”

You anticipated this kiss, not only because you did everything in your power to set it up, but you could feel Sukuna’s eyes latching onto the way your lips moved while talking. His lips were just as soft as you imagined, tasting like cherry carmex and popcorn. His hand found its way to the side of your face, cupping it gently until he moved it to tilt your chin up towards him. Your mouth opened a little from the change in angle, giving Sukuna’s tongue access to the warmth yours had to offer. He melted deeper into the kiss, and so did you, as it continued to get more sloppy and wet. You could tell he was eager, swirling and dancing on the tip of your tongue, sucking it harshly like he was trying to gather as much saliva as possible. Just to pull back and have it leak out of his mouth, dripping down both his and your chin. It was downright nasty the way your fluids were colliding, but it turned you on an unbelievable amount. Whining and groaning into him, rubbing your thighs together, lacking the correct amount of friction from wearing a dress instead of pants.

Your hand started traveling to his chest and lower, and he could tell you were really riled up at this point simply from the way you were tugging on his shirt. He pulled his lips off yours, making you reach out for him still since your eyes were closed. When you opened them, you were able to see the true mess you two caused. Sukuna was drooling, his heavy lidded eyes not daring to move from your frame. His hair was everywhere, and you couldn’t be happier with your hairstyle of choice.

“Fuck baby,” he said while rubbing on the sides of your stomach, “I really need you. I’ve been needin’ you. Yer just so damn sexy, of course I’ve been wantin’ to do stuff. Just didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable.” He leaned in to kiss your cheek and up to the shell of your ear, “Never want you uncomfortable.”

And that sent you over, you cupped his face with both of your hands, kissing him hard. He growled from your sudden dominance, and with a few swift movements, pulled his seat back and slid you over the middle console and into his lap. Your dress hiked up to your thighs once you straddled him, allowing Sukuna to feel just how wet you were. With one hand on your face, and the other on your waist, he slowly made his way down to your cunt.

“So fuckin’ wet for me,” he whispered against your lips, making slow circles on your puffy clit. “This f’me? Say it’s for me babydoll.”

“It’s for you ‘kuna, it’s all for you. Please–” His fingers slid your panties to the side, revealing just how sticky you were for him. Your pussy was basically crying to be touched, and Sukuna was a gentleman, of course.

His mouth never left yours, left hand now resting behind your neck, while his other is furiously rubbing your bare clit. Your moans were being swallowed by Sukuna’s mouth, and when the pleasure finally got to be too much, you suddenly threw your head back with a yelp. Catching yourself immediately, you press your forehead into his.

“‘M sorry, fuck, ‘m sorry— it’s t-too much.”

“Don’t apologize princess, I love seein’ you act like this. So slutty.”

Your tits have barely been able to stay concealed in your already showy dress. They spilled out on their own from your sporadic movements, and once Sukuna could see one, he dropped everything to unveil the other and fondle them both. You kept grinding on his very hard dick, keeping up the rhythm he set up for you while he went to town on your boobs. Massaging them, pinching and flicking the nipples, mumbling things like “fuckin’ shit they’re so soft,” and “need to fuck you.” It wasn’t long before he popped one into his mouth, sucking on it, making it soo much more sensitive. You were squealing at this point, Sukuna looked up at you to see the tears forming at the corner of your eyes. With a ‘pop’ he brought his attention back to your beautiful face. Somehow fucked out just from dry humping. How cute, he thought to himself.

“Look at me, princess.” You struggled, but your eyes met his, still striving for your release. “‘M gonna fuck you, okay? Is that what you want?” You started nodding your head yes like a damn puppy.

“Need to hear you say it princess. Tell me you want it.”

“Wan’ it s-so bad baby, fuck me, I need you to fuck me.”

The thing about pick-up trucks is that there’s not really a backseat, which means you’d have to ride him right where you were. This wouldn’t have been a problem, until Sukuna quickly pulled down his pants and boxers, revealing probably the biggest dick you’ve ever seen. It was the fucking length that scared you. It wasn’t too thick, but girthy enough that it, plus his length, would have your legs shaking for days. He gave his dick slow strokes while you took off your dress, suddenly feeling embarrassed from being the only one naked. He could see you get self conscious by the way you try and hide yourself like the day he met you.

“Whatcha lookin’ at me like that for,” his eyes were still focused on yours while he prepared himself, licking his lips like he was genuinely going to eat you later.

“I can’t look at ya? You just look so damn good sweetheart. Can’t believe yer all mine.”

“You don’t have to gas me up now,” you said looking away.

“Nuh-uh,” he grabbed your cheeks and turned your face back to his, “I’ma always tell you how good you look. Don’t act so shy now baby.”

Your pussy clenched around nothing at his statement, still leaking from the previous foreplay. He pulled your forehead to his lips, kissing it tenderly, and when he let go of your face he asked you one last time if you were ready. You whisper out a shy yes and grab his dick cautiously, lining it up with your entrance as you slowly lower yourself onto it. You let out a sharp grasp as Sukuna rests his hands on the sides of your hips, trying to assist in any way he can. Once you’re close to bottoming out, he starts whispering praises.

“Doin’ so good babydoll.”

“Look at you takin’ me so well.

Every time he spoke your pussy would clench around him, making him hiss and choke back a whine. Once he was all the way inside you, you let out a breathe you didn’t realize you were holding. You raised your head to look at him instead of the way he was stretching you out. There’s that smirk again. One of his hands finds it’s way back to your clit, rubbing slow circles like before to help you relax. You were so tense but you tried to keep a level-headed face, even though it literally felt like you were being split in two.

You felt your walls get used to his size and shape, feeling them contort and mold into Sukuna’s cocksleeve. With that, you start riding him slowly, using his shoulders to stay balanced. You got the hang of it quickly and began picking up pace. He was still stimulating your clit, using his other hand to keep guiding your body up and down. It was clear that you were struggling to take him all in though, pausing every few seconds to catch your breathe or readjust yourself. And this would just not do for Sukuna.

He gripped and slapped your ass hard.

“Gotta do better than that baby.”

Smack

“C’mon sweetheart, put your fucking. back. into. it.”

Each emphasis on a word was coupled with a hard thrust and loud whines coming from the depths of your throat. The sounds you were both making at this point bounced around the truck. There wasn’t a moment of silence and you felt blissful. Lulling your tongue out just for Sukuna to catch between his teeth; moving his hand back to bully your clit, and using his free hand to grab your face and continue fucking his hips up into yours. He was growling obscenities into your ear, “Yeah baby, just like that keep fucking me like that.”

“Sukuna, please! Fuckfuckfuck I can’t,” you were bouncing on his dick beautifully, tits bouncing in unison and he truly believed you were unreal.

“Yes you can baby,” he gave your face light slaps, “keep those eyes open, keep lookin’ at me baby. Doin’ so good, I promise.” You were leaking like a faucet down his dick and balls, and with a certain thrust, you were sure he was hitting your cervix. The string of cries that came out of your mouth made him go faster, harder, knowing that he finally found the spot that makes you weak.

“Am I makin’ you feel good baby?”

“Mhmm, y-yesss, so so good.”

“Yes who?” Your eyes were crossing trying to look at him, confused at what he meant at first, but as his thrusts got rougher you knew exactly what he was getting at.

“Y-yes daddy, it feels so good.” You were slightly embarrassed by the things you were saying, the noises too. You felt so dirty, but in a good way. Searching for your release that was so close.

Sukuna was close too, but he didn’t want that to come before he made you gush all over his dick. When he found his way to your neck, kissing and biting and sucking on your precious skin, you were done.

“Fuck daddy right there!”

“Here sweetheart? You like this?”

“Yesyesyes don’t stop please don’t stop–” and with a cry you were creaming all over Sukuna’s dick. Your pussy clamped down on him so tight, he couldn’t help but look down at the beautiful mess you made all over his thighs. He kept fucking you through your orgasm, causing you to become incredibly overstimulated. Sukuna was getting close, you could tell by his relentless strokes, forgetting any type of consistent pace. His hands were on your hips now, pistoning up into you as your head rested gracefully on his shoulder.

“Mm babydoll gimme a kiss, c’mere.”

When your shaky lips met his, he was sent into overdrive.

“Fuck ‘m gonna cum. Fuck baby, where do you want it.”

Absolutely fucked out, you tried to come up with some sort of cohesive thought. “I-insi..de ‘kuna. In m-me.”

“You sure? Tell me you’re fuckin’ sure, yer milkin’ me baby.”

“I’m s-sure. Please please just cum inside me!”

“Oh, fuckkk…” Sukuna’s load filled your pussy to the brim, leaking out to coat the sides of his dick. He made you feel so full and warm. Finally stopping his thrusts, you hunch over his shoulder and he begins rubbing what feels like hearts on your back, humming into your ear how good you were for him, dick never leaving your pussy.

“Did such a good job princess. So fuckin’ good, are you an angel? Must be an angel, the way you dropped into my life like this.”

“Mmmm I’m your angel ‘kuna. I was made for you only.”

Although the moment was wholesome, your mind immediately flooded with the thought of you leaving in a few weeks.

How were you supposed to leave after this?

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[fertilize-my-eggs]

He's watching you.

Sleep paralysis demon Shigaraki x fem reader noncon smut

A/N: so I made a poll for me to work on switch fanfic the hangover smut or the sleep paralysis demon shiggy and y'all wanted the demon shiggy so hope y'all enjoy this one. This one was based on doja cat demon, parts of it.

Warnings: noncon + dead doves do not eat + oral(female) + breed & knots + reader has a mental breakdown please read this with cautious + tomura being a scummy pervert dick. + pissing + multiple orgasms.

You're unable to move as you stare intensely at the creature that always watches you.

Even since you brought this big old house in the forest, your family has told you, are you insane? To that, you just love the quiet woods, how beautiful it is when it's changing colors from the warmth of autumn to the chilly cold winter.

The creature stares back at you, tilting his head to the side as you watch it in a crouch position on the roof of your bedroom.

You can't help but stare at the black horns sitting on his head with pure white locks, both his hands and feets were covered in black gradient.

His skin was pale but was scarred everywhere. It always makes you flustered that this thing was naked. It has his penis dangling freely as he shows his pointy fangs with a sinister smile.

You blink a few times to see the creature vanish.

Each night was the same thing, you were taking a nice warm bath, cleaning your body.

The soapy foam was covering your body, you sigh softly. This was clearing your mind and not thinking about that demon creature thing.

As you rub your shoulder feeling relaxed, a chill runs down your spine as you feel sharp pointy fingertips touch your scalp down to your back.

You quickly turn around seeing nothing, there was no one here.

" what the fuck… " you turn away feeling your heart pounding in your chest.

" fucking stop doing that. "You scream out, you know this creature was messing with you.

Silence fills the room, this thing can smell your fear and he can taste how delicious it is when you're shivering like a leaf.

You quickly get out and start to dry yourself off, you hear laughter echo out in the house.

It's mocking you, you gulp your saliva as you fear that it is real.

You leave the room back to your bedroom as you change into something comfy.

Maybe a good, nice sleep will help you out.

Wearing a cozy plain shirt and shorts was enough for you, you crawl in your blanket as you sigh softly.

You are slowly falling asleep.

.

.

.

Your nose scrunched up as you pant heavily, why is it feeling hot in this room.

You cry out, arching your back up as you grab what feels to be hair near your crotch.

You blink a few times as your eyes wide as you look down, the long white hair covers your whole body, your shorts go missing and you see it feasting.

His long tongue licks up your clit back to your entrance, you feel his fingers sliding inside faster.

 You're sobbing from this, you stare back at his intense crimson eyes staring back at you.

He groan as he has smirk on his wet lips, he lean back down, using his tongue to fuck your insides.

You grip the sheets and his white hair, grinding his face, you noticed how his tail wags side to side. It's long and has a pointy end at his tip.

His arms wrap around your thighs pulling you roughly towards him as he begins to devour your sweet juices.

You scream out as you rise up breathing heavily…. You put a hand on your chest as you begin to pant.

Was that a dream, it felt so realistic… the look and the way he… you look down to see you wearing your shorts but notice it has wet stains and the sheets as well.

You sigh as you get up to change the cover and take a quick shower.

This has to stop, why… Why did he pick me out of anyone.. why?

You keep questioning it and question this creature, it has to be something that is so… abnormal.

Maybe it's the house that holds this creature hostage, maybe it's a ghost of a person.

The old owner did mention someone living here before you.

You sigh heavily, maybe you will never find out.

You get out to dry yourself, as you are lost in thoughts.

There was a whisper. " I can hear you. "It was soft and raspy near your ear as you quickly looked around.

There was nothing, it's driving you insane.

The fingertips dance on your skin as you run away, breathing heavily.

" stop… just fucking stop.. " you whisper out, the room is empty but you know it's listing to you.

It's a cat and mouse game to him, he is playing with you both physically and mentally.

" please… leave me alone. " you crouch down as you begin to rock as tears slide down.

" What do you WANT from me?!? " you scream out, blinking away the tears as you hug yourself.

You look crazy sitting on the floor talking to nothing but you know this creature is messing with you.

You hiccup heavily as you quietly get up and lay back down. It's nothing… it's all in my imagination you thought.

Your tired mind tries to fight to stay awake as you hold your blanket close, cover your body as if you were a child with a big mad monster.

You blink again to see him back in the same position on the ceiling, he starts crawling towards the center as he stands upside down.

He looks so intimidating with his lean muscular body as you stare paralyzed in fear.

You blink again as he disappears and reappears above you on all fours as he licks his lips.

" Did you miss me? " you blink again as he vanishes in thin air, you are struggling to move.

" did you enjoy me eating you out darling~? " your eyes move down to the edge of the bed as his claw-like hands rise upward as he moves up. 

The deep purring and growls send goosebumps all over your body.

He crawled towards you with that same smile, those eyes.

" I know you were excited when I ate your tight little pussy ~. " he traced his fingertips on your skin.

" can't wait until you taste the real thing. " he cheeky wink at you as you finally spoke.

" w-what do you mean? " he tilted his head back as he let out a deep dry laugh.

" ohh sweetie~. " his hand caress your face tenderly as he lean in and whisper.

" you can't handle this cock." He nips your ears.

" You'll be so cock drunk by it, you'll be begging for more~." As he leans away watching your facial reaction to this, you gulp harder.

His hands slide down the curve of your body as he rips the shorts off.

You scream at him to stop, you're crying out.

He roughly pulls your shirt up to reveal your bare chest.

" No bra? I see~ " he lean to give soft kisses to your right breast as he pitches and pull the other.

" stop… stop!! It hurts. " You cry out, push his head away but his free hand quickly pins both your wrists above your head as you moan out.

He ignores your pleas as he bites harshly on your nipples, he takes his time to give hickeys to each one.

You will look beautiful wearing it, he licks his lips as he growls at you.

His tail taps the sheet excitedly, you know he is getting off on this.

His fingertips slide down to your core as he groans lowly.

" Your body is being honest to me, I know~ " he add three fingers inside of you as he's being careful, sliding in and out fast.

" I know baby… be patient 'kay? You'll get your reward soon~ " he pants heavily as he goes inhuman speed no human can beat this, it feels like a machine.

You arched your back upward as you watch him cooing at you sweetly.

Wetness sliding down fast as the loud slick echo in your ears.

Your orgasm hits you like a train, toes curl in, your body starts to twitch as your eyes roll back.

You look possessive in that state but to him, you look like godness fallen from the heavens taken by a disgusting pervert demon like himself.

You didn't have time to enjoy your high as he removed his fingers quickly, he grabbed your thigh, pulling it towards him.

He throws your leg over his shoulder as he grabs his hard cock and roughly shoves it insides. You scream in pain as he purr sweetly, the tails wrapped around your thigh as he grinds a bit.

Letting you get the feel of his size, he pulled out fully as he rammed inside fast.

You can't control your moan, it doesn't sound like you, it sounds more animalistic.

 

You can feel he has these weird bumps, more glans at the tips as he growls heavily.

He begins to scratch your skins leaving behind red marks, you feel a hard ball at his base every time he slams deep.

" yeah~!! Take that fucking cock, you slut! " he growls more, your sweat runs down your skin, reddish hue covers your skin.

" please.. no more I-.. " you cry out, you gripping his arms as he slamming your cervix each time he thrusts.

The tail removes itself as it moves to your waist area, pulling your body upwards as he grabs your thighs to meet his heavy thrusts.

He was right, you can't handle this, it's getting too much. You roll your eyes back as you begin to piss on the bed sheets and his crotch area.

He purrs at this as he licks his lips, he continues shoving his thick cock inside your tight hole.

" see that~ " you blink at him with a heavy eyelid, you feel exhausted from two orgasms.

His hands touch your chest as it follows your belly, your eyes open wide as he caresses the large bugle.

" That's me~.." he groans out as he looks down at where you're connected, his meaty cock sliding in and out your wet sloppy pussy as he growls.

" fuck~!! You were made for this.. auhhh you want my knot? " he leaned in as there was excitement in his eyes.

" I never knotted a human, I usually eat them… but-.. " you blinked a few times, what does he mean by that???

" you're too pretty to eat…. well your juicy pussy on other hand. " He giggles airy as he makes some sick joke, playing with your locks.

" fuck~! best thing I ever tasted shit-.. you like that didn't you? " he tilts his head as he begins to smirk wide.

" Are you enjoying this? You sicko~. " he bites your neck harshly as he grinds his hips slowly.

" you can't wait until I knotted you? Make you full with my demonic babies inside. " He has the biggest smile you've ever seen, it is unsettling.

He leans away as he pushes your thighs to your chest, you're a babbling mess. Grabbed his arms tight you couldn't think straight by his cock bullying your cervix.

" Do you want it? Do you want me to knot and breed you like cumdump whore that you are?" You nodded your head fast as you're agreeing with this, a dump goofy smile on your face.

" awww the little human can't think of anything, I knew you'd get cock drunk by me~ " he groaned softly as he tightened his grip.

He pulls his cock out fully as he slams back inside faster, his hips in a circular motion as he stares lustfully.

" Are you ready? Ahhh fuck~ it's coming pretty. " he carass your cheek lovely as he groan out.

You can feel it at your entrance, you keep nodding your head, drooling sliding down, you about to hit an intense orgasm.

He bites your other side of the neck, the one that hasn't been marked.

You scream out loud, your body intense, twitching all over. You can feel more piss sliding down your sheets heavily. You hear a loud plop sound locking you together, the growls echo in your ears, feeling his hot thick cum filling you up.

You whimper as you grip his hair, his pelvis grinds your entrance as he begins to slow down.

He pant softly as you scrunch your nose at the heavy musky smell in the room.

Everything feels hot, you feel more exhausted by this.

You blink your eyes at him as he curls up your chest, his tail wraps around your leg as your bodies get tangled.

Your breathing calms down as you pull him close.

Maybe this isn't a bad idea as others think.

Getting dick down by a demon sounds hot, it was intense as you thought. 

You pet his messy white hair as you look at him, he begins to nip on your chest as he begins to grab it softly.

You hope this lasts longer, you don't want this to end.

He pulls away as he smiles at you.

" It's time to wake up. "

You blink again to see it is the bright morning again as you breath heavy.

" no… wait I want you back.. " you look around to see the empty room, you tilt your head downward with sadness.

As you pout out in a quiet room, you feel the chills again as you know his presents are near.

You start to smile thinking maybe he'll come back to your dreams again. You bite your lip as you feel the fingertips run down your throat.

You try to get up only to realize you're unable too.

You realize there are marks all over your body as you bite your lip hard.

You sigh softly as you lay back and enjoy the sleepless that take hold.

[kingofthe-egirls]

Omg! Omg!

Phone Sex after Part. Luffy is back, late at night, still texting with her and he can't wait to see her agin, so detour to her home, and both desperate and happy to see each other again 👀👀

wait wait WAIT OMG ok ok ok

PHONE SEX: LUFFY x Y/N (part 2)

modern au

(cw: flirting, sweet fluff, self-harm scars, shower sex, spider mention, silliness, sweetness, comfort, blowjob, sex, cunnilingus, food mention)

(a/n: the line "enough to make me supernova" is something i wrote a long time ago, back when i was in high school and had no idea what love was, except that i was sure it had to hurt. guess what, teenage writer? you're still a poet. you're happy now, and you have a partner who loves you so much that you can't even handle it sometimes. he makes you cum, all the time!!! effortlessly and without sadness. i love you, lady.)

"You want me to love you in moderation?

Do I look moderate to you?"

Songs: "Moderation" by Florence + the Machine, "Reality Television" by Maude Latour, "No Rush" by Maude Latour, "Lovebomb" by Maude Latour

words: 4.7k

As soon as his plane touches down, Luffy is searching your address on his phone. He's gonna see you, now.

It's been a week.

One whole long week where he's had to reduce himself to jerking off to your smiling videos, or searching your PornHub for new content. He knows you only film one week in advance, videos weekly scheduled as you queue them up. He's watched your latest (a cute clown girl cosplay) and replayed it over a scant thirty times.

Hey, you're hot, okay?

And he has ADHD too: he hyperfixates on things. And watching you suck a silicone dick with a cute red nose and turquoise wig is enough to make him supernova. He stands up as soon as he's able, and reaches overhead for his black-and-red duffel bag.

****

Luffy trudges along the snowy streets, making his way to your apartment complex. He hunches his shoulders against the freezing winds, not so used to the winter weather. He wonders how you can live here all year round. Or, even stay in one place at all. He's got a few houses dotted around the country, plus an apartment in New York City. He travels between them as it suits him.

He likes freedom.

So do you, apparently, as he notes your lifestyle: you're polyamorous, with a long-term girlfriend named Nami. She's sweet as can be (when she needs something). She'd swiped Sanji right away, the first night you all went out together as friends.

The first time you'd kissed.

He hums, smiling at the memory despite the cold. He hugs his arms around himself for warmth, shivering in just his track suit and sneakers.

why do u have to live somewhere so cold??

He texts you, typing with frozen thumbs. Snowflakes gather on his phone screen, as he sees your ellipses pop up.

sorry lol

It's all he gets til he's buzzing his way up to your apartment. It's a one-bedroom you share with your girlfriend (who is politely out of the apartment for the weekend, spending some much needed spa time with friends). He steps through the glass door of your brownstone apartment building, and makes his way up the carpeted stairs.

It's three flights up, with snow falling outside the staircase windows.

Luffy stops in front of your door.

He knocks.

After just one rap of his knuckles, you open the door. You're standing there in shorts and a t-shirt. You're sparkling and alive, and Luffy feels something clench in his chest. He smiles, big as can be, and wraps you up in his arms without a second thought.

"Luffy!" You cry, arms trapped by your sides as he bear hugs you. Your feet lift off the floor. He's strong, you think.

"Missed you so much!!!" He sings into your hair, nestling his nose in the dark strands so he can breathe you in. "Mm, ya smell nice."

You flush, suffocated slightly.

"Missed you too!" You squeak, nuzzling against his cheek. His face is cold and chapped from the wind. "Come inside!" You breathe as he sets you down, "I've got dirty dishes in the sink so don't look."

Luffy laughs, loud and unashamed, as he scoots in after you. He sets his duffel bag down by the door. He kicks off his shoes (designer brand, you notice, with barely a scuff) and skips happily into your studio.

He crashes onto your daybed immediately. It's barely big enough to fit you and Nami, and Luffy's dangling limbs easily take up the whole space. He spreads out like he owns the place, and you snort.

"Want some hot cocoa?" You ask, heading to your tea kettle.

"Yes!!!" Luffy screams, already excited. You turn around to shush him, reminding the professional athlete of your neighbors. "Oh," he says sheepishly, "Sorry, shishi."

He's so cute.

You hum, singing happily under your breath as you start to heat up the water. You're out of milk, so Luffy's just gonna have to deal. It's the Swiss cocoa with marshmallows though, so hopefully that makes up for it. Luffy's never turned down food or drink as far as you've noticed, so you try to let the stress of having him here in your space roll down your shoulders and off your back. You close your eyes, and take a deep breath. The kettle starts to sing, and your pour the hot water into two mugs, the chocolate powder already set in the bottom.

"Here," you hand Luffy his cocoa. He slurps it immediately, and gasps at the heat. "Sorry," you grin, sitting down next to him on the bed. You lean over to blow on his drink, cooling it down. Steam curls around his cute, squishy cheeks. You lean forward to peck a kiss on the one closest to you: the one with the scar.

"Where'd you get that?"

Luffy shrugs.

"Stabbed myself."

You choke, spluttering on the hot cocoa. Hot liquid spurts onto your thighs, staining your shorts, and you grimace. You swipe the chocolate drops away, licking your fingers of the sticky sweetness. "Why?"

"Wanted to prove somethin'."

You nod.

"Here," you say, reaching quietly across your body to show him your left forearm. It's marked up in self-harm scars, uneven and sad. "I stabbed myself, too. Well, more like sliced. Sorry," your cheeks heat up as you realize you're talking way too violent for this conversation. Luffy traces the barcode-like scars on your skin.

"Means you're alive," he says simply. And then, "Sorry."

You shake your head. "S'okay. They're old, anyway." You don't show him the scars on your thigh. Bright red and fresh, you're too embarrassed to admit how current your struggle is to him. At least, not yet.

"So," he smiles, gripping his hand around your wrist. "What comes after cocoa?"

Luffy plants a kiss on your forearm, and your face heats up. You look away, too ashamed to mention how much you appreciate his care.

"Watch a movie?" You suggest, softly pulling your arm back into your lap. He scoots closer, wrapping his arms own, muscular arms around you. His t-shirt smells like sweat. "Was it a long flight?"

"Oh, just a couple hours," he lies.

You smirk, bumping your shoulder into his. "We can take a shower if you want," you suggest, arching an eyebrow. He grins maliciously, and your heart flutters. You swallow.

"Sure, kitty."

****

Butterfly decals line your shower's walls, pink and purple and blue fluttering over the white porcelain tile. Luffy scrubs a washcloth over your back, both of you standing naked in the steaming water.

"Hmm," you sigh, letting your shoulders relax. He caresses your sides with the washcloth, letting his other hand snake around your waist. He's so warm, soap sliding between your bodies as he brings you into his heated chest. He smells like the charcoal-eucalyptus facewash you let him use from Nami's shelf of shower necessities. (Your girlfriend won't mind, will she?) Luffy bites at your earlobe.

"Pretty kitty," he croons, rubbing his soft hands over your breasts. He squeezes gently, washing them with soap. The bubbles gather on your chest, sliding around in slippery iridescence. He presses a hot, wet cheek against yours, his chin resting on your shoulder. He sways with you slightly, in the water. His back is closest to the stream: with you standing in front. You trace the butterfly stickers with an index finger, trying to stay upright. Your heat is dripping between your legs, you can already tell.

"Luffyyy," you moan, complaining almost at what he does to you. To your body. He's got this freaking Midas touch, sending golden shivers down your spine at every flick of his calloused fingertips.

"Whaaat?" He grins against your ear: tightening his arms around your waist. Your ass presses against his already hardening cock. You gasp, slightly, and he giggles. His wet hair presses into your jaw.

"Luffy," you say again, breaths coming heavy in your chest, "Fuck me?"

Luffy's breath hitches, his hands tightening around your ribcage. He slides his palms up to cup your breasts, feeling their heaviness in his hands. He groans, biting softly into your shoulder.

"Say please, sweetheart," he says against your ear, voice raspy. He thumbs at your nipples, and you squeal.

"Please, Luffy!" I want you to fuck me so badly.

"If you insist," he giggles, reaching his hand down to slide along your belly. Rinsing his fingers off quickly in the stream of hot water, he deftly finds your clit and starts swiping at it. His fingers are rough from years of martial arts, but you don't mind.

"Mm, lower," you huff, leaning your head back against his shoulder. He kisses your cheek, wet and sloppy with a pop.

"Like that?" He asks, hoarse.

"Mhmm," you nod, letting your eyes fall shut as hot water sings down your face. It trickles down your neck, your collarbones, in the space between your breasts. Luffy holds you close, taking your weight in his strong arms. He stands behind you with the water running down his tanned back, spraying the side of his sweet face. You turn to plant messy kisses along the side of his neck, too.

He fingers you like that for a bit, waiting for your moans to start becoming headier, edgier, needier. "There...," he breathes, once you start heaving stuttering breaths through your open mouth, "Bend over for me, sweetheart." He gently runs one hand down your back, sending you forward to support yourself against the edge of the tub.

"S'alright?" He asks, poking at your entrance with his rock-hard tip. You see stars, pussy clenching uncontrollably.

"Yes, Luffy," you squeak, spreading your legs so he has ample room. He squeezes your ass cheeks, spreading those apart, too. He sighs as he inspects your pussy, fingering softly at the wet folds.

"S'pretty for me," he praises you, rubbing one hand over your ass. He gives the cheeks another squeeze, humming softly as he presses in.

"Shit," you whine, stretched out. "So big, Lu..."

Luffy giggles, and starts fucking you shallowly. "Let's getcha used to me, hm?" He starts off slow, sliding his cock in and out of your entrance. "Feels so good, kitty," he groans, pressing in just a little bit deeper. It stings, but it's sweet. You moan, biting your lip as you rock your hips back onto his cock. He snickers, "Want more?"

"Mhmm!" You croon, spreading your legs as wide as the narrow tub will let you. Your feet are flat on the tub, hands holding onto the edge next to your shampoo bottles and facewash. A small, spindly shape slips out from behind your shower gel, and you shriek. Spider.

"Luffy!!"

You slam back upwards, away from the spider, and hit the back of your head square against his jaw.

"Ack!" Luffy shouts, reeling backward from the weight of your blow. His back hits the tile wall, and he slips. Soon enough, you're both tumbling down and half-out of the still-steaming shower.

"Spider!!!" You shriek, scrabbling out of the shower to stand sopping wet on the bathroom floor. "Kill it!!!!"

"Ah, shit--," Luffy croaks, shutting off the water finally. He stands dripping in the tub, the shower curtain pulled to the side and tangled up. He shakes his wet hair like a dog. "Where?"

"There!" You point at the green bottle of shampoo, closing your eyes against the nightmare image. Arachnophobia. You squirm, reaching for a towel and retreating out into the living space. You leave a trail of wet footprints on the uneven floorboards.

Luffy shuffles around a bit, but eventually shouts, "Got 'em!"

"Thanks," you whisper, shivering as you sit on your bed, toweling off your soaking hair. You sit naked, with your pussy aching from the short-lived sex. Your mood has quickly soured, however, and you lean down to pull a t-shirt from the drawers beneath your daybed.

"Hey, you okay?" Luffy walks back into the room, raven hair shoved backward from his face, revealing a soft widow's peak.

You swallow, shaking your head. "Sorry," you mumble, "Scared."

"S'okay," he says, wrapping a towel around his waist. It hangs low around his hips, the deep line of his V disappearing into the faded purple terrycloth. He comes over to sit next to you on the thin mattress. Your patchy quilt folds beneath his weight.

"You scared of spiders?" He knocks his shoulder into yours. You nod, jaw set, as you pull your black t-shirt on over your head. You lean forward, gathering your hair into a messy bun. It's unbrushed and tangled, but right now you don't really care.

When you flip back up, adjusting the soaking strands, Luffy is staring at you. His brown eyes are shimmering, slightly. "What?"

"So pretty," he murmurs, smiling. He pokes at your cheek, and then takes your chin in his hand. He makes you face him, meeting your eyes. His are wide, and serious. You try not to shy away.

"Spiders are your enemies, then?" He asks, eyebrows drawn down over his face. You nod, seriously. Luffy thumbs your bottom lip. "So now they're my enemy too. I'll take care of the house spiders, for you."

Suddenly, you burst into tears.

"M'sorry!" You say, sniffing, "I just--really hate bugs."

Luffy wraps an arm around your shoulders. His bare skin slides across yours, still wet from the shower. You lean into him, slightly. He sighs, squeezing your upper arm with rough fingers.

"Is this a bad time to mention that beetles are my favorite animal?"

You snort, sobs subsiding as you wipe the heel of your palm across your face. "Seriously?" You ask, sniffling. Luffy nods, sheepish. He scratches a hand through his crow-feather hair.

"S'that a deal breaker?"

You shake your head, laughing a little. "Nope," you say, standing up off the bed. You squat down to rifle through your daybed's drawers. Lilac panties and short shorts are the way to go.

You dress, casually flaunting your bare lower half in front of Luffy. He grins, standing up to slide his warm hands beneath your t-shirt. They softly circle around your waist, pressing into the skin just below your ribcage. He sways you, side to side.

Luffy nuzzles his nose into your cheek. He smells like Nami's soap, which is kinda weird, but sorta satisfying at the same time. You peck a kiss on his cheek, just below his scar.

"So long as you don't, like, put beetles in my bed, I'm fine."

Luffy snorts. "Has that happened before?"

You shift uncomfortably, under his hold. You scratch your heel against the bare wooden floor. "Maybe."

Luffy scowls, ducking his head to make you meet his eyes. They're sunlit from the window, snow having somewhat stopped. Even in the winter sun, dark brown eyes look golden. "I'm not gonna put bugs in your bed, babe."

You snort, levity brought back into the room at his tone. He has a special talent for that. You squeeze his hipbone. "Thanks, Luffy."

He smiles, nodding once.

"Let's go cuddle!" He says, pulling you back onto the daybed. "We can pick up from where we left off," he says with a smirk, and you gasp. He pulls your weight down on top of his lap, lying on his back while you straddle his thighs. The wet scratch of the towel digs into your skin, the knot at his pelvis bulging against your lap.

"Take this off?" You suggest, pulling at the edge of the towel. Dark hair disappears in a soft trail beneath it, and you wanna touch.

"Sure," he says, letting you lean back so he can unwrap the towel from around himself. He lets it drape over the side of the bed, halfway onto the floor. You resume your place, greedily taking in the sight of his hard cock. It's thick, lightly sticky with precum at the cherry-red tip. His skin is slightly bronzed, darker around his dick and balls, too. You lean forward, scooting your ass back so you can kiss and lick around the base of his shaft. Luffy swears under his breath.

"Shit, kitten," he rasps, "You're so good at that."

You hum, happily licking a stripe up the underside of his lengthy shaft. Luffy groans, bucking his hips. You place a hand on his abs, trying to hold him down. You press into his soft abdomen, feeling the muscles clench firm and hard under your touch.

"Like that?" You ask slyly, raising an eyebrow as you tongue at his tip. His face is flushed, eyes dark and hazy. He brings his shiny bottom lip between his teeth, shuddering out an exhale.

"So much."

"Hm," you skip your fingers across his hips, tracing the prominent arch of his hipbones. "Good."

You take him fully into your mouth, sucking harshly as he gasps. You hollow your cheeks, lapping at his vein with a swift tongue.

Luffy starts thrusting into your mouth, forcing you to take him deeper into the back of your throat. You're not the best at deep throating (gag reflex too strong for that shit), but do your best to take him as far back as you can comfortably go.

Luffy rambles, his voice high-pitched and raspy as he babbles, "Y/n, fuck, that's so good baby--mmph--yes, please, keep sucking me like that--," Until he's shuddering in your mouth, spilling his cum already.

You sit up, triumphant.

"S'good?" You ask, wiping your chin with a forearm. He stares at you, hungrily, before leaping up to capture your mouth with his. He sticks his tongue down your throat, lapping up any trace of himself.

"Perfect," he whines, "Lemme do you?"

You nod, switching spots. He steps onto the floor, straightening the blanket out under you so you can lie down. He fluffs the pillows behind your head, sweetly smiling down at you. The fake string lights you put up with Nami sparkle overhead, giving him a faint, twinkly halo. You spread your legs.

Luffy kneels down between them, hooking your knees over his shoulders as he lies down on his stomach. His breath tickles the bare skin of your inner thigh. He presses a wet kiss to your clothed cunt, lapping at you through the thin fabric of your shorts.

"Smells so good," he groans, closing his eyes as he breathes you in. His hips grind into the daybed, and your pussy clenches at the sight. Rockets flare down your spine, shooting you through with sparks of ecstasy. And you haven't even cum yet.

"S'okay?" He asks, dipping two fingers into the side of your shorts to pull them aside, along with your panties. You nod, salivating with need. His eyes are shiny with lust, and he grins before licking softly through your folds. Your eyes flutter shut, as your head falls back against the pillows. "Atta girl," Luffy says, teething at the outer lips of your cunt, "Relax f'me."

He sucks on your clit, soft lips closing around your sensitive circle of nerves. His tongue works swiftly, sliding up and down from the base of your entrance all the way back up to swipe over your clit. He traces figure-eight motions around your rosebud, preening into you with heated praises of how good you're taking it, yeah just like that babygirl, don't stop, keep saying my name, sweetheart, yeah--

"Faster--," you moan, arching your hips into his jaw. Your fingers thread through his hair, showing him where to move. "...and a little to the left," you say, guiding his tongue there. He hums, lapping now in earnest at your clit. The two fingers that had been holding your clothes out of the way start sliding into your entrance. Birds chirp from outside your third-story window. A car honks as it passes by.

"Mmph--," Luffy moans, face shoved halfway up your cunt. You hiss, back bowing forward as he starts fucking you with his fingers. He rubs them swiftly at your g-spot (with deadly accuracy, no less) as he moans and gasps and sucks on your clit. He's messy and unorganized, but he's so skilled, nonetheless. A lover with hyperfixation issues and an obsession with food is something you can get used to, you think.

Luffy presses the flat of his tongue against your clit, sliding it back and forth softly. His head slowly shakes side-to-side with the movement. You groan, tightening your fingers in his hair. Water droplets slide through your knuckles, falling down onto the tips of Luffy's ears. Your thighs clench around him, whole body starting to shake. "Luffy--," you warn, sparks building into an explosion within you. Gunpowder alights in your belly.

"Cum f'me," he says, breath ragged in between solid licks of your clit and pistoning his fingers in and out of your sticky cunt.

Bang.

It's a sweet death, cumming on Luffy's tongue. He moans appreciatively, grinding his hips into the mattress as he rides you through your orgasm. Your body shakes, sweating and shimmering with the recoil. Luffy is petting your pussy, slowly helping you come down as the smoke clears.

You whimper.

Luffy slides his fingers out of you, popping them into his mouth with a satisfied slurp. "Feel good, baby?"

"Mhmm," you nod, slowly coming back to yourself. Your spine is still tingling, and the arches of your feet are seared with heat.

"Kiss me," he says, leaning forward to place his lips along yours. They slide together gracefully, his tongue poking into your mouth so you can taste yourself on him. He bites at your upper lip, pulling softly. "Did such a good job for me," he croons, rubbing his thumb along your cheek. You nuzzle into his hand, slowly blinking your eyes back open.

"So did you," you whisper, smiling sweetly. He giggles, all shishishi, as he leans down to kiss your lips. He tastes like hot chocolate and marshmallows. His biceps trap you in on either side of your face, as he starts to thrust gently against your cunt. His dick slides against your thigh, tip poking at your entrance every so often. He lets his head fall down into your shoulder, shuddering a breath. He kisses a line along your collarbone.

"Can I?"

"Mhmm," you nod again, already shivering in anticipation. Luffy adjusts himself with little thrusts, angling his hips until his thick head is pushing aside the walls of your entrance. You groan.

"Luffy," you huff, voice shaky, "You feel so good."

Luffy presses his lips against the side of your neck, mouthing sloppily at your pulse point. He sinks himself deeper into your cunt, going slowly until he's buried to the hilt. He shifts, subtle movements from side to side that have you seeing stars.

You grip the back of Luffy's hair, both arms wrapped around his neck. "Faster," you whisper, tugging at the silken locks. Your legs are wrapped around his broad torso, ankles hooked together.

Luffy grins, lips stretching against your neck, as he starts thrusting hard and fast into your cunt. He hits all your sweetest spots, messily kissing your neck, your face, your jawline. He whimpers so prettily against your skin, it has you near-feral with need.

"Harder, Luffy," you tell him, gripping his hair tighter. He lifts his head up to kiss your lips, moaning into you as he speeds up.

"Love when you tell me how ta fuck ya," he sighs against your mouth, tongue slipping out to glide against your lower lip. His cock is deep inside you now, fucking hard and fast and just right.

You buck your hips up to meet him as best you can, sloppily matching his athletic pace with little gasps of pleasure. He growls into your ear, pulling at the shell of it with his teeth.

"Switch," you tell him, "Wanna ride ya."

He giggles, flipping you over with ease. His arms flex as he does, and you gasp with need. He arches an eyebrow, tracking your hungry movements as you grope his biceps, his shoulders, his rock-hard forearms. He flexes for you, sweat shining on his brow.

"Like that, sweetheart?" He teases you, traces his fingertips around your nipples. He flicks them, slightly, as you sink yourself back down on his cock. He hisses, eyes closed.

"Love it," you answer, arching your back so you can start fucking his cock at the exact angle that you need. It's not long before you're cumming, rutting into him with little "ah-ah's!" of pleasure. Luffy strokes your hipbones, urging you on.

"Keep goin', baby," he tells you, command dripping from every slurred syllable, "Cum f'me again." He grips the flesh of your hips, dragging you back and forth on his cock as he starts to fuck up into you again.

He plants his feet on the mattress, lifting his hips so he can jackhammer up into your needy pussy as fast as he wants to. His stamina is no match for yours, especially as you're catching your breath after your second orgasm. You fold forward, moaning all high-pitched and whiny as you let him wrap his arms around you.

"'M close," he whispers, breath hot on the nape of your neck, "Cum with me, angel?"

The pet name is so sweet, so romantic, that it catches you off guard. You swivel your hips into his, clenching your pussy walls around the thick length of his member. All you smell is him, hot chocolate and charcoal, as he pounds up into you from below.

"Sweet girl," he snarls, face hot and flushed with need, "Clench that pussy for me," he slaps your ass, and you gasp. Your pussy flutters around his cock, and he grins. "Good girl, baby."

He pants, thrusting up into you at the same breakneck pace, before he's spasming inside you and you feel his hot cum burst sticky against your velvet walls. You whine, letting him fuck his own spend deeper inside your aching pussy. A fluttering, shy orgasm lifts its wings against your spine. He gifts you with a few more stuttering thrusts, and you gasp. Luffy, Luffy, Luffy--

Sweet as sugar.

Luffy hums, happily relaxing back into the mattress. His fingertips trail little spirals along your ass. You wiggle, and he grins.

"Didja like that?" He peeks down at you with one eye open. His scar is hidden under a scarlet blush. You reach up to touch it with your thumb. You press, gently.

"Loved it."

Luffy sighs, letting his head fall back. You slowly lift yourself off him, letting his slick cock fall out against his strong thigh. You groan, spasms still coursing through your cunt as you stand up. His cum leaks down the side of your leg. Clean up time.

You softly pad back into the (now spiderless) bathroom to wash up.

****

Luffy is waiting for you when you get back, one arm thrown haphazard above his head. His shorts are back on, and when he looks up at you, your hair disheveled and mascara smudged, his dark eyes light up like firecrackers. "Shishishi," he giggles when he sees you, "You're so freakin' cute."

You squeeze your eyes shut, a wave of affection so profound and unbearable that all you can do is grit your teeth against it. He sits up.

"You okay?"

"Sorry--," you gasp, pressing your hands against your chest, "It's just--really sweet when you say stuff like that."

He grins.

You wave it off, coming back over to throw on your comfy clothes again. He skootches over to give you room to sit. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you in. You both lean back against the daybed's headboard, legs folded around each other as the two of you relax. Your body is squishy and sore, and his is probably somewhere near the same. You reach over to squeeze his knee.

"Sex with you is really sweet," you say, quietly. Luffy grins, nose crinkling in delight. He scratches the back of his head.

"Shishishi, 'm glad you liked it, y/n!"

You smile, leaning your head against his shoulder. "Let's order pizza," you say, tracing circles on his knee. There's a splotchy purple bruise on the side of it: one of many you're sure he has from training.

"Kitty, I love you," he says, slumping his whole weight into you. He nuzzles into your cheek, even as you gasp and try to push him off you. His strong arms wrap around you, pulling you over onto his lap.

"My treat," he says, mouth at your ear, "Whatever you want."

[mamawasatesttube]

"Your hands are freezing." or "I brought you something." ?

The lights in Tim's apartment are on.

Given that Tim himself is standing on a rooftop across the way, and he's pretty sure he turned everything off before he left for patrol, that's a little odd. Normally, he'd suspect it's just Cass inviting herself over for a post-patrol sabbatical in his shower, but it can't be her because she didn't patrol tonight; she and Dick took tonight off to go across the bay to see the Metropolis ballet do the Firebird or whatever it's called.

It's three in the morning. Tim glares at the innocent, brightly-outlined curtains. Who's in his apartment? He's cold and tired, and he wants to go to bed.

Ugh.

There's nothing for it, though, and none of his alarms have been tripped, so it's probably fine. (Unless it's like, a capital-S Situation instead, but he would really rather it not be. He's sleepy, and it's bitterly cold out here.) So he huffs again, then fires his grapple line.

The scent of fresh-baked cookies greets him the moment he slips inside, and he balks beside the window, blinking. Aw, beans, now he's hungry, too—

"Finally! There you are!" Kon appears in a rush of color, grabbing Tim's shoulders with a bright grin. "I've been waiting for ages. You took forever! I got bored enough to make cookies, and they're getting cold!"

Forget the cookies. Tim tackles him.

Kon sweeps him off his feet and twirls him around, laughing. His arms fold around Tim's waist snugly, and Tim beams as he tucks his face into the warm skin of Kon's neck, exhaustion forgotten. Kon's been off in space with Kara for three weeks, and Tim missed him so much it ached.

"Your nose is cold," Kon complains. Tim pushes his nose further against his neck in response, and Kon huffs. "Hey."

Tim lifts his head to look up at him fondly. Kon bumps their foreheads together, then reaches up with a gentle hand to peel Tim's mask away. Tim wrinkles his nose—Kon's TTK working between his skin and the sealant always makes him want to sneeze.

"Took you long enough to come back," Tim teases, chest full of warmth. He gets to look at Kon without the lenses of his mask now. He's radiant. "Did you get lost or something?"

Kon kisses him lightly. He wants more immediately.

"No, we just accidentally started a revolution on the fourth moon of Tallon, out in the Alpha quadrant?" Kon grins ruefully, rubbing the back of his neck. Tim needs to kiss him again. "In our defense, we didn't mean to, but there was this whole thing with this guy called Kossak who miiiight have a vendetta against me, and... anywhoozies, that's beside the point. See, I brought you something!"

He sets Tim down and hurries across the room to dig through the backpack slung lazily onto Tim's favorite armchair. While he's at it, Tim strips off the outer layers of his costume—the gloves, belts, body armor, overshirt, and outer pants—and leaves them in a heap on the floor for the moment. Now clad in just an undershirt and thermal leggings, he pads over to see what Kon's got.

As he slips his arms around Kon's waist, leaning into his back, Kon hisses. Tim innocently kisses the back of his shoulder and tucks his fingers more securely under Kon's shirt, against bare skin.

"Your hands are freezing," Kon complains. "You ice gremlin."

"Yeah, it's winter and I haven't had my favorite handwarmer for weeks." Tim hooks his chin over Kon's shoulder with a hum. "What'd you get me?"

Kon grins. He twists about in Tim's arms to present him with a glowing box about the size of a Rubik's cube. Its faces are translucent; the light comes from somewhere within. It's not blindingly bright, but Tim's attention is drawn to the socket-looking port in one of the sides.

"It's a power pod for Kossak's spaceship," Kon explains, beaming. "I don't think it's got enough oomph on its own for space travel—Kossak's ship had ten of 'em, but Kara kiiinda exploded the other nine?—but I thought you might have fun building something out of it anyways!"

Oh, that's fucking rad. Tim lights up just like the little box. It's heavier than it looks; he turns it over in his hands appreciatively. He's not sure what exactly its power output looks like, but that'll be fun to play with. He can take it over to the Cave tomorrow; that way, if anything explodes, it's Bruce's problem and not his.

"You're the best." He carefully sets the cube on the coffee table and tucks himself back into Kon's chest. Kon hugs him again, squeezing him tight enough to lift his feet off the ground, and Tim hums. "...I missed you."

"Missed you too, sunshine," Kon says, and presses his lips to Tim's temple. "I'm glad to be back."

"Yeah." Tim smiles, content. "I'm glad, too."

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Rain leg worship in stockings perhaps? 👉👈

UH HUH. UHHH HUH!!!! MERRY CHRISTMAS.

almost 1.9k of Rain teasing Mountain and Mountain not being able to resist. Some mention of Mountain's appreciation of feet, but nothing too intense.

Mountain can’t stop looking. No matter how many times he raises his eyes back up to his book they trail back down, over blurring words to the stocking clad feet pressed into his lap and the long legs attached to them.

They’re warm Rain had offered when Mountain asked him about the stockings.. He thought about pushing a little harder–getting a real answer. Reminding Rain that pants are even warmer. That there are blankets. That Mountain isn’t stupid and he knows just how little insulation sheer stockings give. Not like he’s never worn them before. 

He doesn’t say any of it though, because as soon as the words started to build up behind his teeth Rain was dragging his big toe down the seam of Mountain’s jeans. Pressing the warm pads of his toes against the soft swell of his cock. 

And those words were gone. Dried up. Rain was settled into his spot on the couch by then, book open, body leaned back against the arm. 

“Do you like it?,” Rain asks absently and Mountain drags his eyes away from his lap, from the delicate arch of Rain’s feet and the way his toes curl. It takes Mountain a second to realize that Rain is asking about the book, not the feet on his dick. Rain suggested it so Mountain’s been reading it. He looks at the pages again, words swimming. Blood rushing south. 

Mountain clears his throat. “Uh–yeah. I really do.” 

It isn’t a lie, even though right now he can’t recall a single thing about it. He hasn’t turned the page since Rain sat down. All of the characters suddenly seem unfamiliar, English does too. 

Mountain wonders if the stockings are as soft as they look. Or are they the material that gets caught in his callouses, tugs on his skin uncomfortably? He bets they’re silky though. Rain has high standards.. He longs to touch, to find out. To run his finger over the arch of Rain’s foot to make it flex. Up over his calf, behind his knee. Over the soft swell of his calf and under that over-sized shirt that just barely covers everything else of interest. He wonders if Rain’s wearing underwear. If he’s chubbing up. Cock straining against the thin fabric. He wants to glide his hands up, bunch that shirt up around Rain’s waist. Wants to touch. 

“Good. I thought you would.” Rain says, unaffected. “I know you’re not always into fantasy but the characters feel real enough that I thought you’d be into it. I really like Vin.” 

“Me too,” Mountain says softly, absently, eyes drawn back down. He’s fully  hard now, or almost there. Pressing up against the curve of Rain’s foot. Rain knows–has to. Especially with the way he keeps moving, dragging his foot up and down. Rubbing Mountain through his jeans. And Mountain shouldn’t fall for it. He knows his game. Knows every single one of Rain’s games really. Coy, and sly, and always acting unbothered, ignorant. Making  Mountain desperate while he yawns and reads his book and acts bored and talks about the characters like Mountain can think further than the way his cock is twitching against Rain’s toes. 

Mountain’s hot. Sweat pricking at his hairline despite the winter chill. He wants to see Rain’s face. Wants him to lower the book and look at him. Even if he’s faced with disinterest it would be better than this. It takes all of his effort not to rock up against Rain’s foot. To just give in. 

“You ok, Mount?” Rain asks, finally lowering the book just enough for Mountain to see his eyes, cerulean and shrewd. “You seem distracted.” 

Mountain closes his book, tosses it on the coffee table. “Wonder why.” 

Mountain can’t see the way Rain’s mouth quirks up, but he knows him well enough to know it does. He sees it in the way his eyes crinkle in the corners. Knows it by how Rain presses a little harder, rubs a little more deliberately. Mountain digs his teeth into his cheek and fights a gasp, a groan. Fights the urge to hump Rain’s foot and make a mess. 

He’s got his eyes on Rain’s legs now. There’s something about the stockings that make Rain’s shape more obvious. Lithe and muscular. Mountain wants to drag his tongue over the curves. Taste nylon and sweat under his tongue. To bend down and press his lips to the side of Rain’s knee. Hook his teeth into those stockings and pull until they give.

He reaches down and drags his finger over the arch of Rain’s foot, watches it curl in on itself. Watches muscles jump beneath the sheer tights. Sees Rain’s thighs shift, clench. Watches that shudder run all the way through his body. Sees the subtle roll of Rain’s hips against nothing. Doesn’t miss the way a violet blush creeps over his cheeks. 

It’s too much. 

Mountain leans over, grabs Rain’s book. When he tosses it onto the table it misses. Rain makes a noise of protest that Mountain swallows when he presses their mouths together. Hands, finally, finally, sliding up over his legs. 

The fabric is impossibly smooth, buttery beneath his hands. He licks into Rain’s mouth and Rain arches him into him, gasping, mouth opening wider, hips canting up toward Mountain as his fingers climb higher. Over the side of his knee to grab a handful of Rain’s thigh. Flesh dimpling in as Mountain grabs hard enough to bruise.

“Fuck. Mount–hangon. You’re gonna rip them.” 

Mountain eases up as he pulls away, nipping at Rain’s lip just enough to sting. Pressing their horns together. Boxing Rain into the corner of the couch. He dips his head. Grazing fangs over Rain’s jaw, his pulse. The water ghoul gasps beneath him, shuddering as Mountain’s hands slip higher, under the hem of the t-shirt. Thumbs resting in the juncture of his thighs. Feeling the heat pooled there. Smelling salt and sweat and petrichor as he buries his nose in Rain’s collarbone. 

“Stay,” Mountain orders. Rain doesn’t respond, doesn’t nod. But when Mountain pulls away Rain seems to melt further into the couch. Eyes lidded as he watches Mountain lean back into his previous spot. Bracketed by Rain’s legs now, one foot on either side of his hips. 

He curls one big hand around Rain’s ankle. Feeling fine, delicate bones beneath his fingers. Dragging the pads of them over his ankle bone. He lifts Rain’s leg, braces one pretty foot against his shoulder so that when he turns his head his breath fans out over Rain’s leg. 

The nylon has a smell. Chemicals. Not wholly pleasant, but Mountain drags his nose along it anyway. Inhaling as he leans a little further forward. Tongue darting out to taste the plasticine of the tights mingling with Rain’s skin. Mouthing along his calf, up to his knee. Lapping at the crease there.

Rain gasps, head thumping back against the arm of the couch. He throws his arm over his eyes, the other hand digs into the couch. Fingers digging into the plush green cushion for all he’s worth. Mountain watches his knuckles turn white. 

Mountain takes his time. Laving wet spots over the stockings. Sucking marks onto Rain’s thighs through them. Careful not to tear, not to bite. Not yet. Before long he’s laid out between Rain’s legs. Both thighs slung over Mountain’s shoulders. Both of Rain’s hands curled around Mountain’s horns. Holding on tight as Mountain nudges the hem of his t-shirt up higher and higher. Rucking it up over Rain’s hips.

“No underwear?” Mountain rumbles, bending down to nose along the stiff line of Rain’s cock, held tight to his body by the stockings, but hard nonetheless. Curving up toward the waistband. The thin fabric clinging to the head where Rain’s been leaking. 

Rain opens his mouth to speak, but all that comes out is a startled whine when Mountain sucks at the head of his cock. Dragging damp salty fabric into his mouth. Pressing his tongue to the slit. Feeling Rain kick and leak into his mouth. 

“Pretty,” Mountain whispers against Rain’s bulge. Dragging his mouth down the shaft. Bringing a hand up to cup his balls, roll them through his hand. 

“Take it out,” Rain whispers, pleads. “ ‘s too tight.” 

“Does it hurt?” Mountain asks. He presses the flat of his tongue over Rain’s cock. Tasting pre and nylon. Rain’s cock pulses against his tongue. Spits another glob of pre into the stockings that Mountain greedily laps up. Humming as Rain moans. His fingers dig painfully into Mountain’s hair. “Yes. Satanas, Mount. Yes, it hurts. Please. Please.” 

Mountain purrs. Nuzzling his nose against Rain’s twitching cock. Breathing in the scent of Rain’s desperation. He hooks one fang into the stockings. Feels the way they give way beneath his teeth. Splitting the stockings just to the side of Rain’s cock. Dragging them open with his mouth until his lips press against warm, velvet soft skin with no barrier. 

The noise it drags from Rain makes Mountain’s cock kick and spit in his jeans.  Rain’s cock springs free. And Mountain pounces, sucking the head into his mouth. Laving his tongue along the sensitive underside. 

Rain hiccups, breath catching as his hips roll up into Mountain’s mouth. Unable to stop himself now. Cock sliding deeper and deeper into Mountain’s mouth with each little hump. 

“Thank you,” Rain breathes, relieved and pained in the same breath. Leaking like a faucet onto Mountain’s tongue. “Thankyou thankyou–oh—” 

Mountain digs his fingers into Rain’s thigh again, feels his fingers punch through the tights. The fabric running, laddering beneath his fingers and down Rain’s legs. He takes Rain deep, presses his nose to the soft hair at the base of his cock. Allows Rain to hold him there and fuck into his throat. Toes curling against Mountain’s back, still stocking clad. 

“Close,” Rain warns, Mountain just purrs. He slides his hands from Rain’s balls further back to circle his hole. Finding him slick and fluttering. He presses just the tip of his finger in and Rain keens. Rolling his hips to take the digit deeper, to fuck further into Mountain’s throat. 

Rain cums with a broken whine. Hips stuttering. Spilling thick down Mountain’s throat. Body sucking Mountain’s finger in deeper and deeper as he twitches. Clenching and fluttering as Mountain swallows him down. 

Mountain pulls back, pressing a soft kiss to the head. Rain hisses and the sound makes Mountain throb. He presses his finger deeper, slides another in alongside. Rain makes a gut punched noise, a devastated sound even as he grinds down on Mountain’s fingers. Looking for more despite his softening cock. 

“Gonna fuck you now,” Mountain whispers. Reaching down to palm himself. Ignored cock still painfully hard. 

Rain nods, frantically, dark curls falling into his face. He pushes himself up enough to hook his fingers into the waistband of the stockings, intent to pull them down. Mountain grabs his wrist with his free hand, stops him just as he starts to slip them down. When the other he pushes in deep, pets against a spot that has Rain’s eyes rolling back in his head, body going boneless against the couch. 

“No,” Mountain says, firm. “Leave them on. Let me fuck you through them.” 

[spiteless-xo]

how do they sleep? naked? with boxers and a shirt? with just boxers? 🕵🏾‍♀️

oooo fun question -- how do you guys always come up with all this stuff!!

(also idk how i started writing for armin....... he's just been wormin his way in here w jean and eren idk)

╰┈➤ how do they sleep - aot.

ft. armin, eren, jean. cw. gn!reader, implied sexual content

⋙ armin alert.

armin definitely wears full pyjamas to bed 💀 like matching top and bottom, full long-sleeve, collared, button up (fleece in the winter, silk in the summer)

he wears a new pair every night which is suuuuuper annoying when you guys go on vacation because he insists that he has to. i feel like he used to get night sweats really bad when he was growing up, so it's just a habit from that.

if you wake him up for some 👀 late-night activities 👀 he thinks it's really hot when you unbutton his pyjama shirt while the two of you are making out. or when you touch him through the fabric of his pants -- it makes him so needy and desperate to take them off

BUT he totally puts them back on after sex before you two fall asleep because otherwise, he feels too cold to sleep

cuddles with you for like 30 seconds but then gets too hot and has to roll away to the other side of the bed

⋙ eren jaeger.

eren wears pyjama pants to bed -- you know the ones. those flannel plaid pyjama pants that boys always wear. he's got a few different colours that've been gifted to him over time.

sometimes if it's chilly, he'll wear a wifebeater on top, but otherwise he's shirtless. he feels really restricted with something over his chest while he sleeps -- like i feel like he doesn't even like blankets that much

when the two of you have sex at night, he just kicks his pants down at the bottom of the bed 💀 or only pull them down to his thighs, just enough to get his dick out

after sex, he'll either sleep naked or just in his boxers because he gets too hot to put his pants back on

looooooves cuddling and will absolutely smother you in bed. if you try to roll away and he realizes you're gone, he'll grab for you in the middle of the night to pull you close to him

⋙ jean kirsten.

jean sleeps fully naked or just in his underwear -- he claims it's because he gets too hot to sleep in anything else, but really it's because he's a bit of a horndog before bed

weirdly, if he goes to bed naked, he'll bring a pair of underwear to leave by the bed. i feel like he's really weird about walking around fully naked, so the second he steps out of bed, he has to put on underwear

he'll definitely encourage you to sleep naked too, and then cuddle up with you when you come into bed, slowly start kissing and touching you until things get hot

also loves cuddling, but post-sex he prefers to be the little spoon 🥺 he says it's because he'll get horny again if he cuddles you, but it's really because he just likes being held

alternatively, he also likes laying on his back with your head on his chest, but that's not always super comfortable for you

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#344

“Get comfortable.  I just checked the weather; we are going to be here at least for tonight.  There is no way that a tow truck is going to make it to your car in time before the next storm hits.  No one is going to risk their own safety on these muddy roads so that you can get back to the city.  Really it was a stupid thing to do to go on a mountain drive right before a storm—on unfamiliar backwoods dirt roads to boot.  You are just lucky that I was coming back with my winter supplies when I saw you.  You are going to be here for the night, probably two or three….

“Even if I were to take you back into town, you still wouldn’t be able to get your car out in the same amount of time, and then I would be stuck in the city.  Naa.  This is the best.  Go ahead and get out of those wet clothes and throw them in the dryer behind you alongside my wet shirt and jacket.  You can leave your undies on if you want.

“Look, I grew up in a two-bedroom house with three brothers.  I spent 8 years in the Marine Corps.  I have seen hundreds if not thousands of naked men.  Nothing you have… or lack… will surprise me….

“…Jesus fuck!  I spoke too soon.  A hot pink thong?  Are you serious?  Even the fags I know wouldn’t wear something so pathetic.  Did you actually pay money for that?...  Your wife?  Figured.  I can’t fucking stand looking at them.  Take it off.  Now!

“I’ve seen naked men before.  If you weren’t here, I would be walking around this place and my property naked.  In fact, let me get out of these overalls right here.  I don’t wear stupid ass thongs like that.  I don’t wear underwear at all.  Two clips undone and… you get to see Tank here. 

“Now off with that stupid thong. 

“Look I’m 6 foot 7 inches and weigh three hundred fifty pounds.  I have over a foot on your height, and I am way more than double your weight.  You are no fucking match for me.  That’s it.  You look terrified.  Good….

“I don’t know what you were worried about.  You got a decent body.  Your dick is all shriveled up.  It can’t be from the cold outside or most likely from being terrified.

“Tank here never experiences shrinkage.  That’s because he’s fucking huge.  It may look normal size, but hanging here on a big guy like me, but trust me when he gets hard, angry hard, he can push over nine inches long and seven and a half around.  Wanna feel a real man’s cock?...  I know you do.  I can see you thinking….

“…No no no.  Get the fuck back here….  You ain’t going anywhere little man.  You are so easy to throw around or down to the floor in this case.  Pathetic.  All I have to do is shift my weight to my right foot on your chest and I will crush you like a bug.

“Let me fill you in on your situation.  You are 30 minutes from town in the middle of nowhere, there’s a cold storm coming in which might even bring us snow, and my nearest neighbor is Deputy Schmidt one mile away. 

“Look up at me!  If you run, you will get lost, you will freeze, and you will die.  And if you think of running to Schmidt, know this, he’s one mile away by way of an obscure snowmobile trail.  But don’t worry, he’ll be by in a few minutes.  When you went back to your car to get some things, I texted him that I have a night guest he might want to meet.  And if you think I’m intense, there’s nothing like a thirty-two-year veteran of the police force with anger issues and a dick to match….

“…No before you think I have reception, no I don’t.  I did near your car though.  Up here, there’s no reception, no internet, no telephone lines.  We are out in the middle of nowhere detached from humanity.  Just you, me,… and Tank here. 

“Good ol’ Tank.  He’s happy to see a helpless you on the floor looking up at him.  He’s really excited to see you.  Look at his pre-cum.  Tank likes to leak when he sees a new faggot.

“Aw shut the fuck up.  I don’t care that you have a wife or a girlfriend,… or even both…. 100% straight?  Hunh.  Really?  I think we both know that when you finally leave here, you won’t be able to say that.  Tank here is going to smash your cherry. 

“Don’t fucking move.  I want to see if the drop from Tank’s leak will land on your face…. Right on your upper lip!  Go ahead and lick it!...  I said ‘Lick it bitch.’  Fuck yeah!

“You ready to give Tank your pussy?  ‘Cause he’s ready to turn that puss into a cunt.  I’m going to lift my foot up.  Then I want you to stand up and take a moment to catch your breath.  Then I want to bend over this kitchen table and present your pussy for me.

“…Bend over.  Ahh, there it is, that moment you accept the inevitable and just give up….  Now pull apart those cheeks….  That’s one pretty pussy.  Too bad I have to ruin it.  Now beg me to fuck you.  I want to hear your depraved hunger for me to destroy your pussy.  Beg!

“You can do better than that.  If you convince me you want me to take your cherry with your pathetic begging, I’ll put some lube on my dick.  Otherwise Tank is going in dry.  Trust me, you don’t want Tank to rip up your dry pussy, and I don’t want your cherry blood all over my kitchen floor.  Now beg.

“…That’s better.  I don’t know if you ever stuck something up your cooch, but you want to push out as I go in.  Don’t worry.  I’m slathering Tank up with some Crisco.  Tank is ready to shoot and he ain’t even in yet.

“Keep pushing out.  Here comes Tank.  Scream mother fucker.  No one will hear you.  Oh man, does your cherry feel good strangling my cock.  Your second sphincter is massaging Tank’s tip in all the right ways.  It’s not going to take me long.

“Struggle all you want; you ain’t going anywhere.  Keep screaming.  You should find it more difficult with me laying on your back pounding your cunt’s insides.  It’s hard to get a breath in, hunh?  Hell, with my arm sliding under your neck, it’s easy to cut off your air by applying pressure to both sides with my bicep and forearm.  It’s going to get very difficult to breathe very fast. 

“You fight back on instinct, but you won’t win.  I can feel your struggle as your cunt tightens up and spasms uncontrollably.  That’s so fucking hot.  Tank is close.  Oh fuck.  Oh fuck I’m gonna cum.  I’m gonna fucking cum.  Fuck!  Fuck! Fuck!...  Jesus!

“No, I know you are struggling to breathe.  That’s what I want., what I still want.  I plan on going all night.  When you lose consciousness, then I will take Tank out of you.  Don’t worry.  My arm will replace it.  Fisting is a lot easier on an unconscious cunt than one that is fully aware.

“This is only the beginning.  Oh there you go.  Good night.  Sleep, not so tight.

“Fuck.  Where did that Crisco go?”

[petricocked]

winter king x softdom!reader

u made me do this... anyways ive never posted on tumblr before so i dont really know how this works

cw: smut, pwp, soft dom reader, reader is called "princess", bitchboy winter king, also probably ooc wk, not proofread

wc: 987

You had him slotted between your legs, arms wrapping around his front to let your hands glide across his chest. You could feel his heart beating through his half-buttoned dress shirt. His breaths came out in short gasps in spite of the fact that you had barely started touching him.

He whined when your hand inched down to ghost over the crotch of his pants, instinctively bucking up into you. 

He was, Golb bless him, trying his damndest to keep his regal composure, but you could tell he was growing impatient. Sucks for him. Not you, though. It was fun for you.

"Princess, please," he pleaded with you.

You thought you'd take pity on him this time.

You took your time undoing his fly, making it a point to run your fingers painstakingly slow up against him.

He let out another one of his pretty whines, wordlessly begging you to fist his cock until he squirted against his chest. But you wouldn't do that. Not yet, at least.

Pretty tears welled up in his eyes, and you think they'd crystalize if they fell out. You wanted him in you in a way that surpassed sex and was far beyond morally correct. You thought about eating him, but that made it weird.

He was fucking hard. His poor cock strained against those fancy boxers he wore and literally sprung up when you freed him. 

He was gorgeous. Had the prettiest little dick-- blue at the base and flushed a cotton candy pink at the tip.

Your hands danced around the extremely pressing matter. Of course, you weren't just gonna give him what he wanted-- he had to work for it!

"Tell me what you want,"

Golb, that got him. He hated being out of control like this. Poor thing.

"Want you," he breathed out.

"Already got me, what now?"

That irritated him.

"Want you to touch me,"

"'M already touching you,"

Poor thing couldn't catch a break, and to frost the metaphorical cake: after his slip-up, you let your fingers rest against his thighs. Completely opposite of where he wanted them.

He genuinely cried at this, gripping his own hands atop yours.

"My cock! Please, want you to help me get off!" he affirmed the earnestness of his confession with a sharp and almost involuntary upward thrust of his hips.

Much better! You'd accept that.

"What a good boy, baby! See, was that so hard?"

He was. Indefinitely.

You felt equal parts bad for him and fucking turned on at how hot he was letting himself go like this.

Your hands found their way back to his cock, finally giving him what he wanted.

You worked the tip of his cock with your index and middle finger, not yet giving him the exact amount of pressure he wanted.

Your fingers slinked down to wrap around his cock. Did I mention it was pretty?

Golb, was he a sight. Splayed out for you, open and completely vulnerable. Head tilted back against you, eyes lidded, and glasses slipping down his nose. His glittery hair was mussed, and his chest was rising and falling at a rate you think would kill him. You think you want him in your chest.

You wanted to see him ruined and cumming all over himself. But you'd draw it out a little longer.

He'd never say it outright, but he wanted that too. There was something so, for a lack of better words, hot, about letting you humiliate him like this. Being reduced to nothing more than a crying mess in your lap.

Literally crying.

Pretty tears had started to run down his cheeks as you pumped his cock, and you reveled in them.

He couldn't take much more of this. You knew he was going to cum if you kept it up. 

So you didn't.

And, Golb, did that almost kill him.

He jerked up, whining and humping aimlessly at the air, hands frantically reaching back to grab at you for leaving him, (your king!!!!) like this. He would definitely mention his title if he could think about anything else besides your hands on his cock.

"Please, please, please, please, please, please, holy fucking shit,"

The mouth on this so-called "king"!

"Princess, can't, I,"

"You can,"

"Can't, need to cum," he knew better than to get himself off, so his hands gripped desperately at yours on his taut thighs.

"Mm," you anything but half-heartedly retorted.

You lifted your left hand up to stretch out his mouth, your warm fingers perfectly contrasting his cold tongue, which left your right hand to make its way back to jackhammering away at his poor swollen cock.

He was fucking gone. His spit dripped down and coated your fingers, and his little hips were moving as fast as he could will them to.

Golb bless him, he was really trying his hardest to talk to you with your fingers jammed down his throat and rubbing against his teeth, but all he could get out were garbled moans and pleas.

You thought you might be nice this go around.

He looked so pretty like this, you wanted to give him the world. 

So you didn't stop this time, you kept your fist working diligently around his cock until his thrusts devolved into erratic jerky spasms, and his pretty mouth went limp, no longer able to service your fingers. His entire face contorted, partly in sheer shock that you were actually letting him cum this time. He came in thin milky ropes, shooting up against his fancy blazer and dribbling out onto your hand.

You jerked him off through his high and sincerely thought about not stopping until he was crying for a different reason, but that was for a different day.

"Thank you," he mumbled against your fingers, shifting his hips to get comfortable in your lap.

Wow! What a gracious and unexpected show of gratitude!

"But my BLAZER," :((((((

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ok um.. idrk how to use tumblr but anyways i wrote this because i had evil awful winter king thoughts in my head and had to get them out.. if anyone reads this its not my fault.. if u liked it ummm u can request anything go nuts idrc just be rlly specific but i cant guarantee u ill write it im a busy girl!!!!!

[quillandink22]

A dick winters imagine please

Like one where winters has loved the reader since tocoa and the two are best friends. The war is over and they are in Austria and he asks her to go for a morning swim. The two get close and he confess that he loves her and she loves him to. Like fluffy.

This has literally been on my mind all day since I read it. I hope my writing does it justice. Points is one of my favourite episodes. A girl can't help but appreciate Damien Lewis shirtless. Anyway, heres my take on your prompt :)

Treading Water

It was early morning. You had planned to sleep in, given that for the first time in what seemed like forever, you had nothing in particular to do. This should have been a relief, but the silence felt like a precursor to the screams for a medic you were hardwired to follow. Even now, in the tranquil embrace of Austria, your body hadn’t seemed to grasp the fact that it was finally safe. The men, for the most part, were safe too. Your job, at least for the moment, was done. But still, you couldn’t quite sleep in. You couldn’t allow yourself to relax.

You woke with the birds each morning, dressed in your uniform with the medic’s badge strapped to your arm, and headed to the lake. Clad for war, yet carrying only a sketchpad and pencil, you were a paradox. By the time the sun rose, you were nestled on the banks of the lake, sketching or attempting to sketch the world around you. You’d never seen such beauty. The way the lake stretched out almost endlessly, its crystal-clear waters reflecting the sky above. The alpine slopes rose in the distance, jagged rocks contrasting with the soft blanket of pine needles that covered the soil at the edge of the water.

It was peaceful, a state you’d grown to loathe but were trying to readjust to. There seemed to be plenty of adjustments to make. But jumping into the Pacific war zone had put a stop to any plans you’d started to make about going home. In truth, you had no idea what life would look like now. You had changed so much in the past three years. Was it even possible to go back to the way things were? To the person you once were?

"We seem to have the same idea."

You jumped slightly, too preoccupied with your drawing and thoughts to hear the approaching footsteps. "Sorry, I didn’t mean to sneak up on you," Dick spoke, slightly awkwardly. He stood just as awkwardly, back pin-straight, perhaps a habit ingrained in him.

"No, it’s my fault. I was miles away," you offered, settling yourself. You dropped your art supplies gently to the ground. "Going swimming?" you asked, gesturing to the towel draped over his shoulder. You couldn’t help but appreciate his outfit. It had been a while since you’d seen Dick in anything other than his uniform. His white T-shirt clung to him, highlighting the body he’d forged during training, though you could tell he’d lost weight. You all had these past few months. Still, he was nothing short of perfect in your eyes, though you had never told him that out loud.

"Thinking about it." He smiled before dropping down beside you. His long legs stretched out before him as he made himself comfortable on the blanket you’d laid out beneath you. "So this is where you’ve been hiding. It’s nice. Pretty," he said, his eyes watching you intently.

"I’ve just needed some time to think, I guess."

"About?"

"Everything," the word left your body almost as a sigh. "The last three years. The future. I don’t know, I feel like my mind’s going a mile a minute."

"I know the feeling," he spoke softly, leaning back to watch the lake, his mind clearly drifting away.

"Yeah?"

"Nix offered me a job."

"That’s good, right?" You smiled, genuinely excited that at least one of you seemed to be sorting their life out. Yet you could hear the apprehension in his voice.

"You think?" He tilted his head back to you. It struck you how close you’d become these last three years. How much he valued your opinion. "I’m not sure I’d be any good at it. I don’t know anything about fertilizer or business for that matter."

"You’re joking. All those people to boss around," you teased. "You’ll be in your element."

"Careful," he warned with no malice, the corners of his lips curling into a smile. You loved his smile. It was almost infectious. You’d long since made it your mission to make it a regular occurrence. To see his dimples or the little creases on the bridge of his nose when he laughed.

"I’m kidding. Well, not really." You nudged him with your elbow, an act of measured intimacy. "You should take it. Go settle down and leave all this war business behind you. I would."

"How many points are you short?" He looked more stoic now, the realization perhaps only now hitting him.

"Too many. I was never injured, and they don’t tend to award female medics medals." You shrugged it off like it didn’t matter. Like it wasn’t the thing that kept you awake most nights. "Tab offered to marry me for points, but I’d still be short." You joked, trying to lift the mood. There was nothing he could do about it. If you had to jump, you’d jump. You’d take up the mantle of medic again and watch over your boys.

He didn’t laugh; perhaps your demeanour didn’t match your tone. He was too good at reading you.

"Fancy a swim?" he suddenly offered.

"I'm not dressed for it," you replied with a laugh, your attire making it plainly obvious. "You go, I’ll still be brooding here when you get back." Another joke that seemed to fall flat, given the concerned look he sent your way.

You pulled out your sketchpad once more as he headed to the end of the pier. Pencil in hand, you intended to continue the landscape you’d begun, but it quickly became impossible when Dick pulled his shirt over his head. He looked over his shoulder, undoubtedly to make sure you hadn’t brooded yourself to death.

You offered a lopsided grin, praying he was far enough away not to see the blush rising in your cheeks. Your heart seemed to stop and speed up simultaneously. It was ridiculous—he was one of your best friends, had been since Toccoa. He was one of the first to accept you as you were, reassuring you endlessly when Sobel seemed hell-bent on kicking you to the curb. Even as he climbed the ranks throughout the war, he was always there for you. The men often thought him shy—he hadn’t earned the nickname "Frosty" for nothing—but you never saw him that way. He was, in many ways, your rock, never more so than in Bastogne.

In those frozen woods, you lost bits of yourself, lost men you regarded as family. Never before had you felt so useless as a medic, so helpless. There were times when the thought of lifting your body from your foxhole and running towards a scream terrified you so much you froze. You couldn’t face another body, another man begging to be saved when you knew you couldn’t help—that no medic could. In those dark days, you sought him out. He’d offer you coffee, or what passed for it, and just listened. He’d put an arm around your shoulders, pull you close, and tell you stories from home, of his family. You never told him how much that meant, how it had saved you. Fear held you back—fear that if you opened your mouth, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from telling him how you felt, from telling him you loved him. He was your best friend, and losing him, even now when you felt stronger, was too much to bear. It was too big a risk. So, you remained quiet.

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Dick turned for a split second to check on you. It hadn’t occurred to him that you wouldn't have enough points to go home. How foolish of him to assume. No wonder you’d been distant since the announcement that Easy Company was destined for another jump. It didn’t seem fair; he’d seen how hard you worked, how you pushed yourself to the bone to look after the company. The toll it often took on you. The thought of you jumping again without him there to watch out for you terrified him.

He dove off the pier, the cold water shocking his system. It was colder than it looked, and he liked that; it usually helped clear his mind. But you remained fixed in his thoughts. You always did. Ever since you stepped into Toccoa, you occupied his mind more than he cared to admit. He hadn’t had the courage to speak to you until the rumor spread that you were involved in a possible appendectomy on Sobel. He’d asked you straight out, equal parts curious and awed. He hated Sobel, still did, but he’d never have chanced something like that, as much as he might have wished to. You just smiled innocently, with a twinkle in your eye that said the opposite. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t fallen for you in that moment. In truth, he’d been falling for you ever since. But he outranked you and worried that starting something more than friendship would risk your position in the company. He refused to lose you. Nix had called him out on his lack of action several times, joking that Dick was a coward where you were concerned. Maybe he was right. Perhaps it wasn’t just rank but fear of rejection. He didn’t fear much, but losing you was something he refused to allow.

He resurfaced for a breath, only to hear the sound of a splash. It drew him from the rhythm of swimming. His feet and arms now treaded water as he watched your head surface. Your hair was plastered to your head, making your face stand out more, highlighting your natural beauty. He knew he was turning red; he could feel the burn in his face, the heat rising to the tips of his ears. You had stripped down to your underwear. Though he couldn’t see you clearly, he couldn’t stop his mind from filling in the blanks. Worse still, you were swimming straight for him, effortlessly cutting through the water.

"I got sick of brooding," you said, beaming as you stopped a few feet from him, treading water to stay afloat.

"Right, well, swimming helps... you know, with brooding. Clears the mind." He rambled on, hoping you’d stop him before he drowned himself in embarrassment. "I..." he started, unsure of what to say as his brain blanked. Awkward silences were never something he’d associated with you. He saw how confused you were, watching him with that expression you reserved for wounded men. Perhaps you thought he was having a stroke. Instead of speaking, he raised his hand and flicked water at your face.

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Jumping into the lake half-dressed was probably a stupid idea. You didn’t know why you did it. Well, you did. God, it was a bad idea. He looked at you like you were crazy and splashed water in your face. When you finally regained your eyesight and saw his terrified expression, you laughed—laughed like you hadn’t in quite some time.

"If it’s a battle you want, Major, it’s a battle you’ll get," you teased confidently. You gave him no time to register it before blasting a wave of water in his direction and swimming away at speed. It took all your self-control not to laugh and inhale half the lake in the process.

You were just about to chance looking over your shoulder when a hand wrapped around your ankle, pulling you back towards him. His hand met your shoulder, dunking you momentarily under the water.

"Oy," you protested when you resurfaced, only to have more water thrown in your face.

"If you’re jumping, I’m jumping," he suddenly said as you wiped the water from your eyes.

"What?" you blurted breathlessly.

"The Pacific. If you jump, I jump."

You were still treading water, realizing just how close you both were. His red hair was a mess, beads of water trickling down his handsome face.

"I can’t ask you to do that."

"I’m not asking your opinion. I’m telling you my plans." He smiled, his mind set in stone. You knew it from the determination that shrouded his face.

"Dick..." you began, ready to tell him to go home, to take his points and get clear of the mess you’d be facing. You wanted him safe, even if that meant he wouldn’t be there with you.

"I love you."

You couldn’t quite believe what he’d just said. His hand moved slowly to rest on your bare waist. "I have for a while. You don’t have to say it back. I wouldn’t expect it. I just needed you to know."

Your eyes locked, and time stood still. Everything that held you back slipped away—all worries and doubts long forgotten as you swam forward. You gave him little warning before your lips met his. For a second, he didn’t move, too shocked. But then you felt his hand pull your waist closer to his. His lips, softer than you expected, moved against yours as your arms wrapped around his neck.

His hands roamed your back, leaving a trail of warmth despite the cold water surrounding you. You felt his heart pounding against your chest, matching the rapid beat of your own. Every touch, every sensation, was magnified in the quiet intimacy of the lake. You pulled back slightly, just enough to see his eyes, full of relief and passion. He smiled, a genuine, heartfelt smile and the words you needed found your lips.

"I love you," you replied, your voice confident and sure as you leaned in for another kiss, this one even more tender and filled with promise.