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sapphire-writes · 1 year ago

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the winner takes it all

Art x Reader x Tashi

summary: winners deserve rewards, and Tashi is more than happy to spoil her star athlete with the help of her ever-dutiful husband.

word count: 2.7k

rating: mature/explicit/18+

warnings: porn no plot (deep breath) m/f/f dynamic, threesome, dom!Tashi, switch!Art, sub!Reader, p in v, creampie, overstim, hair pulling, titty play, use of toys, praise, teasing, spanking, orgasm denial, oral (fem receiving), oral (reader giving fem), face sitting

note: hope you enjoy! my first non-HOTD related fic!

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Your match had taken place several hours ago. You’d been anxious the entire time, but ended up winning, much to you and your coach’s pleasure. The ride back to the hotel was torturous, as well as the following mandatory ice bath, sauna, shower, and footage review. It was the routine you’d followed ever since Tashi began coaching you.

She was nothing if not thorough.

After tying up several loose ends, including Tashi grilling you for every point you missed, every fault she could see when she paused the footage, you now found yourself in a more pleasurable position.

Art held your legs open as he continued his even thrusts, cock sliding against the walls of your pussy at a torturous pace. Tashi sat beside you, clad only in a silk robe and lace panties, brushing some hair from your face that was sticking to your forehead with perspiration.

You had the suite to yourself for the night. Tashi and Art’s little girl was safely tucked away with her grandmother in another elegant suite on the other side of the hotel. Another part of the routine.

“Tash….”

“You did well out there today,” she interrupts, reaching beside her to the end table drawer and pulling out her Hitachi wand. It buzzes to life as she turns it on and a strangled whine leaves your throat as she presses it to your clit, “See what happens when you put in the extra time? That backhand of yours is a lethal weapon now.”

“Fuck!” is the only response you’re able to give as Art moans at the vibrations as he continues to pound into you.

She likes you best like this, fucked dumb on Art’s cock, mindlessly agreeing to her plans for future matches, eyes rolling back in your head. Different moves she’ll have you practice. How hard she plans to work you on the court the following morning.

“Come on, come for me,” Tashi insists, hand trailing over your breasts, “What’s my girl need to come, hm? Need these pretty tits attended to?” She pinches your nipple for emphasis and your jaw slacks, a pleasurable current in your gut winding tighter and tighter with the continuous stimulation.

Art slings your left leg over his shoulder, pressing a tender kiss to your calf as he does so.

The new angle sends him deeper inside of you and you clench, mouth falling open with an uncontrollable moan.

“That’s it,” Tashi murmurs, eyes never leaving your face, “Feels so good doesn’t it? Art knows how to treat his girl, huh? Don’t you baby?”

“Yes,” he hissed between clenched teeth, beads of sweat forming on his brow, “Fucking perfect pussy, god—”

Tashi removes her hand from your breast, taking hold of your chin.

“Look at me.”

Your eyes water with pleasurable tears but you do as she asks, always keen to follow her instructions. The tennis court, the bedroom, it was all the same playing field in the end.

“Come on baby,” she murmurs, leaning down and pressing a kiss against your lips, “Come for me, you’ve been such a good girl, you deserve it.”

“Fuck!” Art courses as your pussy tightens around him, “Oh uhhh—”

“I’m cumming,” you helplessly whimper, the words nearly a sob, “Tashi…..fuck….Art fuck feels so—-“ your abdominal muscles tense as your reach your peak, white-hot ecstasy flooding your body as a shudder rolls through you.

Tashi smiles as you come, fingers dancing down your neck. Art fucks you through it, leaning forward to pound into you at a harder rhythm, chasing his imminent release. It’s only then Tashi glances at him, her smile dropping slightly.

“Don’t cum.”

Art’s hips stutter as your walls continue to flutter around his thick length, his jaw slacks, eyes watering as he looks at his wife.

“Tash—”

“I said no,” she insists, shutting off the vibrator and throwing it to the side. Leaning forward, she captures your lips in a kiss. She sits up, a smile on her face as she kisses Art as well. He whimpers against her lips, hard and pulsating inside you still. But Tashi never changes her mind.

“You want to come, you should try winning.”

“Tash please,” Art’s voice was strained, Adam’s apple bobbing, his expression pained, “please let me come.”

“Yeah?” She taunts moving up to kiss him. She brings her lips close to his, his eyes fluttering shut as she barely brushes the soft pout of her mouth against his. His lips part, head tilting to chase her.

You watch from below them, still trying to slow your breathing. You like watching them dance, this push and pull they have. It’s hypnotizing, the effect she has on him. On you. Tashi pushes his chest and his eyes flutter open.

“Sit.”

Tashi nods to the chair in the corner of the room. Art hesitates and she raises a brow when he doesn’t move quickly enough. Teeth clenched, Art unsheathes his aching cock from your warmth, hissing as he pulls completely out. Your breath hitches at the loss of him, and you gaze up at Tashi waiting for her next instruction.

Fully naked, Art walks to the chair, cock hard and swinging between his legs as though he’s nothing more than a scolded pup.

Tashi stands walking over to him, and Art tilts his chin to meet her eyes. Slowly, she lets the silk robe fall from her shoulders, and she takes her time removing it and placing it on his lap. You can see his erection through the soft purple fabric.

“Hold that for me, would you?” she asks, turning back to face you.

You can’t help it as your gaze falls to her breasts; supple and mouth-watering, dark nipples taunting you. The dip of flesh between her abdominal muscles, a spot you’ve run your tongue along countless times now. Tashi rejoins you on the bed, lying next to you, looping her thumbs in the waistband of her lace panties.

“You want a taste, baby?” she asks, smiling slightly at you.

You nod eagerly as she beckons you with a tilt of her chin. Scrambling into a kneeling position you slot yourself between Tashi’s toned legs, replacing her fingers and gently pulling off her lace panties, tossing them to the side and revealing her glistening sex.

Two things turn Tashi on. Telling you and Art what to do, and tennis.

Tashi brings her hand down her front tracing down her toned stomach until she reaches the soft curls that frame her pussy. She takes two fingers and spreads herself before you.

“Come on, baby,” she murmurs, her voice low and seductive, “Eat up.”

She’s an enchantress, you swear, using some sort of siren song to pull you in. Even here between her legs, she’s in charge; it’s you who’s helpless. You lower your face toward her pussy, already drunk on the scent of her even before your tongue reaches her warm slit.

You couldn’t hold in your moan of pleasured relief even if you tried as your tongue dipped lower, parting her lips and dipping inside her right entrance. There’s something about her, how she feels, how she tastes. You’ll never get enough of it. You nuzzle closer to her, nose bumping against her clit and she rewards you with a breathy sigh.

“Art,” she calls as you eagerly continue lavishing her pussy with attention, “How’s the view?”

“Fucking breathtaking,” he answered, his voice strangled, “Tashi please….”

“She’s so good,” Tashi praises, nails taking against your scalp sending pleasurable tingles down your spine, “Put that pretty mouth of yours where it counts. Show me how badly you want it.”

Your tummy flutters with excitement and you suction your lips around Tashi’s clit, sucking the sensitive button as you hear Art stand up.

“Put that ass up,” Tashi instructs you, her voice airy, nearly breathless. You arch your back, leaning forward into her as Art’s hands cup the front of your thighs.

You wiggle as he kneels behind you, his breath on your pussy before his lips meet your pussy. You moan against Tashi’s cunt as Art trails his hands up your thighs, spreading your cheeks wider as he feasts on you, tongue dipping inside of you and then up to circle your clit.

“I’ll make you a deal baby,” Tashi purrs, back arching off the bed slightly as your tongue circles her pearl, “If you make her finish before I do, I’ll let you come.”

Art groans against you, finishing with a frustrated whine as Tashi chuckles. You glance up at her, drinking in the blissed-out expression on her face, that sly smirk that reaches her eyes.

“Deal?”

Art doesn’t hesitate, he simply redoubles his efforts, tongue entering you with desperate precision. Your lips falter, the pleasure messing with your coordination as Art ups the ante. You feel him pull away from you, and hear the wet pop of his fingers entering his mouth and leaving just as quickly. Then he’s breaching you, fingers slipping inside you with ease from the continued attention following your first orgasm.

“Oh fuck,” you whimper, squeezing your eyes shut as Art fingers you. He sets a rough pace, placing his opposite hand on your asscheek and squeezing the soft flesh.

The two fingers he has plunged inside you to the knuckle curl perfectly against your spongy walls, hitting that sweet spot inside you every time he curls his fingers.

“Come on,” Art murmurs, slapping your ass, “I know you want to come again.”

“Yes she does,” Tashi agrees, unable to help herself.

“Greedy girl, never satisfied with just one, huh?” Art teases and Tashi chuckles at his efforts. Art never speaks to her like that, only you. Tashi prefers the more dominant role over both you and her husband.

Still eager to please her you sloppily continue eating her out, lost in the sensation of Art's fingers in your pussy, Tashi’s fingers in your hair—

“Come on baby,” Art encourages, though there’s a hint of desperation in his tone. He wants to come just as badly as you do.

“Such a messy girl,” Tashi coos, propping herself on her elbows, “Oh but so so good. I’m getting close…”

Art slaps your ass again, curling his fingers against your g-spot, and it’s no use. Your jaw slacks and your head lolls against the softness of Tashi’s inner thigh as your walls clench around Art’s fingers, your release barreling through you like a freight train. It knocks the air from your lungs, a desperate cry leaving you as Art makes a noise of triumph.

“So you are capable of winning,” Tashi snaps, a little too cold to be simply a bedroom taunt. Art stares at her, before she sits up, “I haven’t come yet.”

“Let me,” you murmur, looking up at her, still lying on her thigh. She smiles down at you, stroking your cheek.

“You’re a sweet girl,” she praises, “But Art won. I think he deserves to finish in that sweet little pussy of yours. Would you like that?”

“Tash…I can’t,” you whimper, still sensitive and tingly from your previous orgasms, “I can’t come again.”

Her smile fades back to that familiar smirk. She glances at Art, nodding at the bed. Cock still standing at attention Art joins you both, lying on his back. Tashi’s hand winds its way in your hair, tugging you not so gently from your resting place. You follow her lead like a puppet on a string.

“Don’t be ungrateful,” she accuses, pushing you towards Art’s lap, “This is a reward. You deserve this.”

Art’s cock pokes at the soft plush of your inner thighs as you straddle him. His hands move automatically towards your hips, rough thumbs brushing against you leaving goosebumps in their wake.

He looks at you with wide, watery eyes, blonde hair a tousled mess.

“One more?” he asks, and you know at that moment if you tapped out, he’d respect it. Art was never one to make you feel uncomfortable in any way, shape, or form.

He rubs your hips again, a soothing motion, and you lean into his touch. Something deep inside you tightens with want. You need him. You need her. You inhale a shaky breath and lift your hips, lining the swollen head of his cock with your entrance. Sinking onto him slowly like this is something else. The way he stretches your insides as you come to rest against him is a feeling you’ll never get used to.

“Good girl.”

Art’s head falls back against the pillows and then Tashi pulls them from underneath him. Her husband knows immediately what she’s after and tilts his head back as she climbs onto his face.

Tashi sits on her husband’s face as though it’s her throne. As though he was made for her and no one else.

She pulls you closer as you lazily begin to ride Art. Lips crashing against yours she kisses you passionately, rolling her hips at the pace you began. Soon you find your rhythm, moving in sync together as Art moans beneath you, happy to pleasure both his girls at once. Tashi’s hand finds your hair again and she tugs your head back, latching her lips against your neck.

She’s fond of leaving marks. Art is hers through their marriage, but she likes to remind you that you belong to her as well.

Art bucks his hips up into you, the head of his cock nudging perfectly against your sweet spot, just as his fingers had moments before. A whine leaves your lips and Tashi laughs against your neck.

“He’s good at that, yeah?” she murmurs, placing soft kisses up your neck and returning to your lips, “Good with his cock, good with his…his tongue.” Her eyes squeeze shut in ecstasy as Art does something you can only imagine.

He moans again, fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise as he decides the pace you’ve set simply isn’t enough. Art’s hands dip below the curve of your ass right where it meets your thighs, lifting you with ease up and down on his cock. He meets you halfway, thrusting up into you as he slams you up and down.

Your whines increase in volume, turning into elongated moans swallowed by Tashi’s kiss. You can feel her nipples pressing against your own and you reach out to caress them. Tashi gyrates her hips on Art’s face and his pace becomes more frantic as he plants both feet on the mattress fucking up into you harder, faster, deeper.

“I—”

Words are lost to you as your mind goes fuzzy; that familiar pressure in your gut builds, a wave of pleasure cresting deep within you. Tashi’s mouth captures yours once more as she snakes a hand down your front, nimble fingers circling your clit giving you just what you need to reach your end. Again.

With that the rubber band in your belly snaps and you come with a startled cry, pleasured tears leaking from the corner of your eyes as you clench around Art’s thick cock. His hips falter only for a moment as he chases his own release, and soon you feel his cock twitch within your warm walls, his spend blooming inside of you.

Tashi smiles proudly as you and Art ride out your highs, the pair of you moaning, limbs jerking from the exertion. Everything’s a game to her. And she always wins.

“Just like that,” she murmurs, hips still swirling around Art’s face, “Oh god I’m—”

You watch as her thighs tense, her head dips and her eyes squeeze shut as her orgasm crashes over her at last.

Carefully you ease Art’s softening cock from within you and lay between the both of them. Tashi on your left, Art on your right. You’re facing Tashi, watching as she comes down from her high, feeling Art’s chest press against your back.

It’s quiet for a moment, the soft sound of a kiss being pressed to your shoulder the only noise in the room. Art snakes a hand around your waist, fingers brushing the soft skin of your tummy. You giggle slightly at the ticklish sensation which causes him to bite down gently on your shoulder. Tashi simply watches, wetting her lips.

“On the courts at five tomorrow,” she says, before standing, “I’ll run us a bath.”

Art sighs and you can’t help but agree with his subtle frustration. Back to business.

“Whatever you say, coach.”

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artificialgirl · 10 months ago

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These things are to me what that pelvic V is to normal people like. I swear to god this design element is too good (realistically functional) (physically attractive) for me not to add abdominal supports like this to nearly every character I make. Than you Ippei Gyōbyu and Naohiro Washio for your service

#seriously ive written at least three separate scenes where characters grab onto these #mechanophilia #robotfucker #robophilia

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letternotekisses · 7 months ago

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overwatch men react to you pulling their boxers down w/your teeth 🫦

Mauga enjoys it probably a tad too much, smiling at you lasciviously, his sharp canines glinting in the low light as you grip the elastic in between your teeth. By the time you’re done he’s already hard and pulsing against your cheek. Better get to work on finishing what you’ve started, sweetheart.

Junkrat gets overexcited. He’s a jittery mess before you’ve even dropped to your knees. When you do finally drag his boxers down, his cock stands to attention almost comically fast and he’s impatiently leaning down to grope at you, growling in your ear that he just can’t wait darl—

Lucio freezes up for a minute like you’ve shocked him, his mouth open like a guppy. He’s rigid and uncharacteristically quiet, until he’s shaking a pleased shiver out of his shoulders. Damn, that was hot.

Hanzo lights up in a furious blush that coats his magnificent cheekbones. There’s a scoff on his lips that says this behaviour is uncouth, but the raging hard on he’s sporting says otherwise.

Reaper lets out an interested grunt, before settling a clawed gauntlet on top of your head. He thumbs your forehead in a faux gesture of romance, guiding your lips to the engorged flesh of his cock. Better get to work if you want to earn his favour, sweetness. Party tricks like that won’t woo him so easily!

Cassidy is all too pleased, chewing on the end of a cigar as you busy yourself. He hums, the cherry of his cigar wafting smoke sensually into the air before he stubs it out to give you his full attention, thumbing your cheek as you part your lips for him. You look so darn pretty like that, sugar.

Genji is pleasantly surprised. Your eagerness is what turns him on more than anything, so watching you drag the elastic of his boxers down to kiss up his cock like it was the best thing you’d ever held had him a little dizzy with want.

Roadhog lets out a gruff, breathy laugh. He cocks his head down at you, the sweet little thing rubbing and licking at him through his boxers, whining up at him. He’ll indulge you, just the once, let’s see if you can take it all in one go this time.

Lifeweaver watches you patiently with a knowing glint in his eyes. Exhaling softly when you pull him out of his boxers and rest his cock against your cheek. A cheeky little thing, aren’t you? Although, Niran finds that two can play at this game, and soon enough he’s dragging your panties down with his teeth intent on eating you out until you’re crying his name.

Baptiste is all smiles. He lays the charm on real thick, but it falters a little once you lick and suck your way around his v-line, grasping the elastic of his boxers between your teeth and letting it snap back against his skin playfully. Keep it up and he’s putty in your hands, rest assured he’ll get you back for it, though.

Sigma finds the presence of you under his desk a comfort while he works. He’s familiar with it when you tug his underwear away, eager to warm him with your mouth. Siebren keeps his cool, but there’s always a delighted shiver that climbs his spine, twitching against your lips at the very thought of you down there, between his thighs.

Reinhardt gets overeager, his abdominal muscles flexing as he strains against the primal urge to abuse his superior strength, to pick you up and absolutely ruin you. It’s worth the wait, though. As you look so pretty, lathing your tongue over his heavy cock as it rests on your face. He fights to be gentle with you - he doesn’t want to break you, well, not until you’re well and good and all stretched out first.

Ramattra doesn’t necessarily wear boxers, but he’ll let you lavish the wires in his hips. Pluck at them with your teeth all you want, little human, you couldn’t make a dent. Ramattra will let you have your fun, but it won’t save you from being ravaged by him later on ;)

Doomfist quirks a brow and smirks at you before placing a heavy, warm hand on the back of your head to guide your movements. You’re eager to please, and it’s what he loves about you. That, and the fact that you look so gorgeous speared upon his cock, clearly too big for you to take, but you’ll try for him anyway, won’t you?

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eroosensei · 9 months ago

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#cammy #sf6 cammy #cammy street fighter #cammy white #3d #3d character #3d render #game character #blond hair #athlete girl #six pac abs #sixpack #abdominal muscles #street fighter girl #street fighter 5 #street fighter v #street fighter #street fighter 6

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comatosebunny09 · 7 months ago

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quickie | sylus

summary: you don't know what's amiss. but you're plucking the wine glass from his hand without thinking, setting it atop the coffee table with a soft clink alongside yours. smile pretty, leaning in all slow for a taste of his lips. warnings: smut, alcohol, female anatomy described, fwb (?), oral, unprotected p-in-v, reader has hair, fluids, cervix fxcking, dirty talk, praise, size kink, light choking notes: i'm sorry. ovulation week continues. thank you for reading this. ❤️❤️❤️

It starts off pretty tame.

With two friends seated on a couch in your living room, sharing wine, laughter, and stories of past missions gone awry.

He has your feet in his lap, massaging them. Can't keep his eyes off you, the firelight from the mantle flickering over your visage, adding to the romance of it all.

He's smoothing his hands up and down your leg. Grows bolder with each pass over your thigh, kneading the flesh until it craters. Smirks in that way that bleeds sex when you catch him, not at all ashamed or shrouding his intentions.

The mood shifts, the air charged with something heavy. You don't know what's amiss. Maybe it's the alcohol coloring your veins, emboldening you. But you pluck the wine glass from his hand, setting it atop the coffee table with a soft clink alongside yours. Smile pretty, leaning in all slow to sample the taste of his lips.

He encourages you. Tenderly cups the nape of your neck, sighing hot into your mouth. You move like two lovers entangled in a waltz. It's as natural as day sliding into night, and red wine tastes much better when it comes from him.

You grow more confident in your approach, easing your hand down the rigid pane of his body as you push your tongue into his sweltering mouth. He groans something hoarse. Croaky like the crackle of a fire, drawing you closer with an arm snaked around your waist.

You don’t relinquish the seal of your mouths as he tugs you onto his lap. The kiss grows more heated. Tongues twining, teeth gnashing. There’s a hand fisted in your hair. His chest heaves with unrestrained desire. Palms roam to your waist as you shallowly grind against him, his arousal making itself known between your legs.

With a gruff chuckle, he fastens you to him with one hand. Eases you both off the couch to the floor where you straddle him, pulling away from his mouth to stipple his jaw and throat with kisses.

He sighs, craning his neck back. Chuckles, his Adam’s apple bobbing against your lips. You nip at his carotid, fingers making easy work of the fastenings to his dress shirt. He feels so good, all hot and pliant like this, palms molded to your ass, coaxing you to undulate your hips against him.

You peel back, and he follows your cue, maneuvering your bodies until he’s lying back on his elbows. Watches you through hooded, expectant eyes, his once carefully coiffed hair falling down to frame his cheeks.

You’re devious. Slide down the sprawl of his body, kissing, sucking. You nip his pecs, drawing the prettiest sounds from him. Lick his nipple into your mouth, and he bucks against you on instinct, losing himself to the hot draw of your mouth.

You pay his other nipple the same homage. Trail love bites down his torso, sampling the salty tang of his abs as you lick between the dips and grooves down to his navel. He chuckles, ticklish, propped on one elbow whilst using his other hand to smooth some hair away from your face.

You’re at his waist now, and you lock eyes as you press your cheek against his clothed cock. Nuzzle it like a needy kitten, and he watches you with his eyes sliding into a lustful shade of burgundy. His palm frames your jaw, and he thumbs your bottom lip, smearing your lip gloss and drawing your mouth open.

He wordlessly gives you his consent. Lets you unravel the buckles, buttons, and zipper of his slacks without contest. Lifts his hips, helping you slide his pants and briefs down, just enough for his cock to spring free and bounce against his abdominals.

Saliva puddles in your cheeks. The head shines with a pretty bead of pre, and the warm, musky scent he exudes is so inherently Sylus. His mouth curls around a silent ‘o’ when you test the waters. Lick languidly up the underside of his shaft towards his mushroomed head, and he pulsates so nicely against your tongue.

Quietly, you maneuver yourself into a more comfortable position between his legs once you’ve slid his pants off his ankles. You grab him at his base, licking the briny pre-spend into your mouth. Dip your tongue into his slit for another taste. He shudders, and a hand instinctively eases into the hair at the crown of your head. You giggle something innocent, thinking he’s just the cutest thing.

His gaze reads, ‘Don’t tease me’ before you take him into the torrid cavern of your mouth. Suck the throbbing head first before gradually sinking him deeper inside, loving the familiar pulse of forked veins in your mouth. You stroke the flesh where your mouth can’t reach with your hand because he’s massive and thick.

He tempers the pace of your sucking. Ruts into the tight squeeze of your throat, occasionally holding your head in place so you can agitate your gag reflexes. And you choke so nicely for him, coughing around his girth until spit and pre-spend bubble at the base of his dick.

“So good,” he commends through pursed, spit-slicked lips. “So fucking good. You take me so deep, sweetheart. Mm, just like that.”

His praise is music to your ears. Makes your pussy throb, and you’re reaching between your legs to assuage the pulse of your clit as he fucks your mouth in earnest.

His moans grow sparse as time passes. Hips roll like waves kissing the shore, and you know by the tightening of his muscles that he’s close. You’re about to finish him off with a flex of your tonsils, but he has a fistful of your hair, pulling your mouth off him with a lewd pop.

Globs of saliva connect your mouth to his cock, and you inhale like surfacing from a pool, a drunken, fucked-out swirl to your eyes.

He bites his bottom lip. Taps his weighted dick against your tongue, groaning low and throaty at the sight.

“C’mere,” he croons. And without missing a beat, you climb up to straddle him once more like the obedient little thing you are.

He rucks your panties to one side, exposing your leaking cunt and swollen labia. You roost your hands on his chest to steady yourself. Grind experimentally against his shaft, the sensation on your clit making your body pulse and your head fly back.

“That’s my girl,” he coos. Traps one of your nipples between his fingers through the thin layer of your dress while his other thumb brushes through your folds. He curls a palm around your nape, snatching you down for a kiss that’s sloppy and briny with the tang of his pre-cum.

He grips your thigh to widen your legs. Rolls his hips until the head of his dick teases the sticky, slutty pucker of your pussy. You moan into his mouth, his thumb pushing against your larynx as he tempts you with the prospect of choking you.

“Wanna fuck me, sweetheart? Hmm?”

You nod all too quickly, and he huffs a laugh, spreading your ass cheeks until your pussy squelches with his cockhead fully sucked into the warm clench of your cunt.

You groan in tandem at the union of your bodies, his voice strained with the effort of entering you.

He sinks into you with shallow, sticky thrusts until he’s all the way in, kissing the crown of your cervix with the head of his dick. You lean back with your hands perched his knees, bouncing on his lap once you’re acquainted with his size. He meets you halfway, fingers clasped around your ankles, and he fucks up into you until a viscous cream of your nectar adorns his base.

“Take me, baby. Take me,” he dotes, entranced by the sight of you riding him so effortlessly.

The sound of skin meeting skin and heated sighs stain the air. He grits his teeth while you ride him. Loses himself to the hot suction of your pussy. To the way your tits bounce once he’s tugged the neckline of your dress beneath them and the sinful noises you make.

He reaches up gradually to shove his thumb in your mouth. Your tongue curls around it, and you peer down at him through heavy lids, loving the way he feels stroking in and out. He’s such a pretty mess, that carefully constructed composure he usually boasts thrown to hell. Given all to you, only to you.

You’ve lost sense of time. Not sure how long you’ve been at this, fucking like two beasts in heat. The telltale throbbing of his cock lets you know that he’s close. And you dredge a bitten-off sound from his chest when you constrict your walls around him, quickening his descent into madness.

He leans up on his elbows. Closes a hand around your throat and squeezes. Mouth hinges open, his scarlet eyes swimming through syrup.

“I’m gonna…fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he pants, spurring you onward as you fuck him faster, your pussy hiccupping with the threat of your own release.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck,” he breathlessly chants, the tendons in his jaw flexing.

He suddenly grows quiet. Angles his head back, and he shudders as you drag his orgasm from him. He paints the channel of your sex with hot spurts of cum. So much that it leaks down the sides of his dick, puddling in the neat patch of hair bordering it.

He pumps into you until he’s overstimulated and you’ve thoroughly milked him. He tugs you down into a lazy kiss when he seeps back into his skin. Thumbs your nipples, softening inside you.

Sylus is a considerate lover. He knows you’ve yet to reach your peak, so he keeps your lips sealed to his while he plays with your clit. Pinches, rubs, pulls. Swallows your moans, stroking and thumbing until you’re pulsing and throbbing and quaking around his dick with your release.

You share a laugh like two enthralled lovers as you curl into him, his heart beating steadily beneath your cheek. He soothingly combs through your hair as the firelight dances over your intertwined bodies, whispering the sweetest things into the night like you both aren’t a sticky, sweaty mess of limbs and sin.

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zorosangell · 13 days ago

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PLSSSS CAN YOU DO A DRABBLE ABT READER LEAVING LIPSTICK STAINS ON KATAKURIS NECK AND FACE AND HE DOESNT KNOW he just shows up to work or wtevr w kiss marks all over him and everyone is too scared to tell him, then somone finally tells him and he comes home and reader is just laughing at him LADKFALSDOTFIAHTOAHSDKLGJADG

⛥ﾟ・。 lipstick

SECRET BONUS/prequel to pocus -- you manage to corner katakuri right before he has to go, stealing some kisses before sending him on his way. little does he know you've taken the time to mark up your territory. sadly, he learns the hard way.

cw: fluff, comfort, gets a bit spicy, dad katakuri, katakuri is katakuri, their dynamic is so adorable, he is twenty-six, you are twenty-five, soda is two, you and him are so in love<3

a/n: sorry i did a bit of my own spin on it <3 i can totally write another version tho i liked ur idea anon

"Love," Katakuri started as he entered your shared room, hair dampened and towel hanging loosely around his hips as he padded toward his closet. "Do you know what happened to my boots? They're not where I left them."

With a hum, you glanced up from your book—which you were reading while cuddled in the pillows—scrunching your nose in an attempt to push up your reading glasses.

"Huh? What did you—"

The moment you caught sight of him, all will to finish your sentence went completely out the window, along with the recipe book you were so enraptured in.

'GOD-DAMN.'

The girlish flutter in your chest made you practically swoon, an almost dreamy sigh managing to slip past your lips.

The sheer beauty of your husband never failed to amaze you.

Sure, it was common knowledge to nearly everyone in Totto Land that the Sweet General was an honest-to-goodness knockout.

The women of the sugary archipelago often came to the agreement that he was among the handsomest of the Charlottes, and even those who had seen his mouth could admit that he was still quite the looker—you'd spoken ad nauseam about how much you believed it amplified his attractiveness, despite his fervent denial.

But for you to see him here?

In your house... in your room... as your husband... looking as delectable as he did right how?

Dampened, mussed hair, which caused a few water droplets to drip and slide down the broad, muscular ridges of his back.

Abdominals carved out of solid marble, accentuated by his dewy, freshly-showered skin and swirled tattoo.

Slightly miffed expression, which forced his lips to curl in a half snarl as he rummaged through his perfectly neat closet.

Perfectly tapered v-line, which was followed by a certain trail of soft, dark, pink hair, the surprise a few inches below just barely hidden away by a tantalizingly thin towel.

And he expected you to go about business as usual.

Please.

You'd seen him naked more times than you could count, but somehow, he had a way of making every time feel like the first time.

"My boots," he repeated, completely oblivious to your ogling as he continued his search. "You think Soda took them again?"

His words went in one ear and out the other, your body already forcing you off the bed as you carefully removed your glasses, resting them on your nightstand.

It was as if you were entranced, unable to look away as his muscles flexed with each minute movement.

"Kuri~" you purred, sing-songily, as you slowly began to stalk toward him.

At your tone, he froze, eyes going wide as he kept his back to you, making sure his face was still hidden in the closet.

'Shit.'

Instantly, he began running through any and every possible scenario, frantically searching for something he must've forgotten to warrant such a tone—in his hunt for his shoes, he had failed to notice that you had come off as teasing rather than scolding.

Birthday?

'(XX/XX). Not today.'

Anniversary?

'Just passed.'

Doughnut stash?

'Closet compartment's still intact.'

Internally, he cursed, sadly unable to pinpoint what he'd done wrong.

'Dammit.'

"My love... have I ever told you how handsome you look?" you smiled, sweetly, as you wrapped your arms around his sinfully narrow waist, resting your head against his spine.

At your anti-climactic statement, he let out a relieved sigh, ignoring the stinging tinge of blush that rose to his cheeks as he stood up straight, turning to you.

"Too many times," he half-heartedly joked, taking your hand and bringing your knuckles to his lips, muffling the hint of self-deprecation in his tone.

But you noticed nonetheless, a faint pout rising to your lips at the sound.

"Is Soda asleep? I need my boots."

Flippantly, you shrugged, slowly sliding your hands up his chest as you slowly pressed yourself against him, already beginning to nestle into your special spot at the column of his throat.

Stomach aflutter, he attempted to resist—barely—strong hands grabbing onto your hips in hopes of prying you off.

"(y/n)... I have to leave in ten minutes..."

"You will," you purred, nibbling on his lobe as your fingers threaded through the hairs at the nape of his neck, pulling him in closer. "Just give me a minute to feel my husband."

Fuck.

You knew exactly what button to press.

Smoothly, your free hand traveled from his waist to his abs, tracing each toned divot with a feather-light touch, before slowly moving down toward his towel.

"I need to..." he trailed off as you undid the towel, leaving him exposed to you.

"Need to what?" you asked, looking up at him with big, doe eyes. "Leave me alone... leave me cold?"

Against every logical thought screaming at him not to look at you, he did so anyway, breath hitching sharply at the sheer dilation of your pupils, which were blown completely wide with lust.

It was intoxicating... and it was all because of a little shower.

Every fiber of his being wanted to give in, to stay home instead and spend the night giving you all the attention you were begging for.

But his brothers were expecting him in thirty minutes, and it already took twenty to get there—

Without warning, you leaned in, hand sliding back down to his chest as your lips ghosted over his, just barely kissing the length of his teeth.

"I need you now, Kuri... please," you pleaded, the words coming out with a slight whine.

That, paired with your large, beautiful eyes staring right into his soul, and he was done for.

Who was he to say no to you?

"Dammit..." he huffed, his thick arm quickly wrapping around your waist, effortlessly hoisting you off the ground and scooping you up bridal style. "Five minutes."

Elated, you let out a gasp, happily wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Promise!" you nodded, honestly.

But, before you could say anything else, you were tossed back onto the bed, the force causing you to bounce right into his chest as he climbed on top of you.

"EEK! Kuri!" you squealed, unable to dim your smile as your hands braced themselves on his shoulders, his arms already back around you as he pulled you in for an impossibly firm kiss.

"So spoiled..." he muttered against your lips, hungrily. "Gonna be the death of me, woman."

Disbelieving, he let out an amused sigh, not at all surprised by how easily you'd gotten your way.

Charlotte Katakuri was whipped, so much so that he wasn't even sure the word no was in his vocabulary when things came to his sweet, little wife.

His sly, little wife, who had him wrapped around her manicured finger.

Though, if he was being truly honest, he wouldn't have it any other way.

BONUS !!

"Katakuri," Oven greeted with a smirk, eyes rolling over his older brother as he steadily approached. "Fashionably late, I see... that's quite unlike you."

"I got held up by some business," your husband answered in a cool monotone, expression neutral, as it always was when he was out of the house.

At that, Daifuku snickered, though he was quick to cover it up.

"We can see that..." he chuckled, eyes flicking around his brother's face. "Riveting endeavors, I'm sure."

Confused, Katakuri raised a brow, coming to a halt as he finally reached them.

Why the hell were they acting so weird?

"I take it you and (y/n) are still going strong," Oven continued, thoroughly amused as he nodded to the general's face. "Y'know... given the schmutz you've got on your—"

"Everywhere," Daifuku finished, both his and Oven's snickers now impossible to ignore.

Now even more lost than before, Katakuri glanced down at himself, a dark shade of crimson burning its way onto his face as his eyes blew wide, completely mortified.

In his rush out the house, he had failed to realize that the entirety of his chest and stomach was littered with lipstick, smudged and practically everywhere from your impromptu makeout session.

Even his face—which he'd have noticed right away if he'd taken a moment to look in a mirror—was completely marked, some even having found its way onto his lips during your game of tonsil hockey.

And his wild hair only further sold the look, the poor man looking as if he'd just stumbled out of a red light district.

"Not.a word of this... to anybody," Katakuri growled with murderous intent, gaze locked in on his two younger brothers, who were practically in the floor with laughter.

"I gotta say, the look works!" Oven bellowed, heartily, wiping a tear from his cheek.

"Yes, (y/n)'s got nice taste. The shade compliments his skin quite nicely," Daifuku nodded in agreement, crossing his arms over his chest. "Bring out the terrifying glint in his eyes."

With a tired sigh, Katakuri turned his arm to mochi, using it to wipe off the stains as he stared into the distance, ignoring their persistent barbs.

Sure, he wouldn't live this down for a long while, but if he was being honest...

It was completely and totally worth it.

#zorosangell #one piece #one piece x reader #op #op x reader #charlotte #charlotte katakuri x reader #katakuri #katakuri x reader

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glitchinginthegarden · 4 months ago

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Well, here he is!

I present to you Coin Flip!Johnny Silverhand, cir. 2078. Don't Fear The Reaper -> Temperance -> Revival -> PL

Notes: + He had the heart tattoo done immediately after being cleared post-revival to function on his own. + The original replica Johnny jacket was ruined during the suicide run on Arasaka Tower. + His body had been on ice since 2023 and the majority of his soft-tissued abdominal organs thawed like unblanched vegetables (read: not well, turned to mush). + About 70% of his original cyberarm has been replaced. Everything from the elbow down, plus a few components above it. He has modern touch sensors now. + "Dandelion" was one of his nicknames for V. The patch was taken from another jacket he found in a thrift shop. + The Malorian holster is composite plastic wrapped in a faux-leather skin. 10-77 (month and year of V's "death"/DFTR) has been scratched into the material.

More Coin Flip art/etc:

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#cyberpunk 2077 #johnny silverhand #art #my art #fic: coin flip #cyberpunk 2077 phantom liberty #cyberpunk 2077 au #glitchgarden art #silverv #glitch fics #i wish i had more to articulate in the post itself but i'll just end up rambling istg #edit: updated with some notes

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satorusugurugurl · 1 year ago

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The Single Dad Club!

Summary: The Single Dad club consisted of Grto Suguru, Gojo Satoru and Nanami Kento! But with summer upon them, the men find themselves ladies who are willing to have them leave their self-appointed club!

Pairing: Nanami Kento x FAB!Reader

Word Count: 6,761

Warning: Mermaid performer, near drowning, mentions of CPR, flirting, fluff, cursing, oral sec (female receiving) smut, p in v, unprotected sex

A/N: Here’ part Ine of my Single Dad Club Summer Series! I had so much fun writing this! Ahdjfkkfkkd love me some Sexy dilfs!! 😈💚

Part Two Part Three

The smell of salt water was intense as you sat on the pool's edge, which led down into the aquarium. You lifted your legs, making your silicone, iridescent mermaid tail flop in the water. It was almost showtime, and you could not wait to get into the water. You loved your job. Being a mermaid performer was one of the most incredible things you ever decided to do. Not only could you spend time around those you loved with all your heart, but you also got to swim and make children smile daily.

The door to the waiting area opened, and you looked over your shoulder at Shoko and Utahime, who wandered inside. The young couple were your coworkers. They weren’t mermaid performers like you were, but they still worked at the aquarium. Shoko was one of the marine veterinarians, and Utahime was one of the researchers at your facility. They would stay in your Hideaway room while you performed in case something terrible happened and they needed to jump in.

Not that kind of thing ever happened. But it was just a precaution. Something the duo insisted on you doing. Despite the fact one of the tour guides could help you if they decided to jump over the railing and into the deep tank, you were always in. but if you were being honest, if anyone were to help you from narrowly drowning, if that situation ever came to be, you would want it to be your two of your closest friends.

“Hey, you two!” You flopped your tail back into the water, repeatedly splashing it around.

“Hey.” Shoko yawned as Utahime helped ease you out of your lawn chair. “We were just talking about going to the bar after work. Do you want to come with us? Lord knows we all need a drink after this week.”

“Oh, sure! I have shows until six tonight.”

Shoko stuck her nose up, rolling her eyes. “You're going to be a prune by then.” you scooted over to the edge of the tank, dipping your tail in.

“I will gladly be a prune if I can make some kids smile.”

“Yeah, yeah, children, great fun.” Shoko sighed, leaning against the wall. “Just remember, if you need help, don't panic; Utahime and I will watch the screen. But you're always careful.”

You glanced up at the flat-screen television attached to the wall. The screen played a live feed of the tank you would be in. That way, if anything happened to you, your friends would be able to see you and come to your aid. Likely for you, that sort of thing has never happened in your three years working at the aquarium. So, it was more like a precautionary step for the aquarium. They didn’t want to deal with the lawsuit if anything were to happen.

But you were a very good swimmer. So you didn’t doubt it would be fine on your own if anything happened. You would need to keep a head and trust your instincts.

“Alrighty, I’ll see you guys in about thirty minutes.”

Easing yourself into the water, you took a deep breath before diving. Using all your abdominal strength, you kicked and swam further down underneath the small tube that let out into the main tank. The tank was full of different kinds of fish, making the whole mermaid experience more genuine. There were other rock formations, some netting (despite your protest) that was placed around some of the boulders at the bottom of the tank where you would typically lie during your shows.

With all the rocks and the netting in the fish, it felt like the children saw a mermaid in their natural environment. You had them throw a couple of treasure chests to make the experience more fun for the children to watch you dig through them, pulling out seashells and rocks. You all loved the setup you and the aquarium directors had created.

You could hear children screaming and shouting from the vibrations against the tank wall almost immediately, reminding you why you did precisely what you did. It was showtime! You loved making them believe and just a little magic and turning your head, waving at the blurs you see through the water. You couldn’t quite make out their shapes, but their squeals of happiness were all that mattered to you.

You weren’t in this gig for the money or the viral videos that usually came with your performances. You were in it to make children’s lives more magical. You press up against the glass, staring down at five blurry shapes. You couldn’t make out much of their features; the wide mattered to you.

You pressed your two fingers to your lips and moved them as fast as you could as you blew out a breath of air, thus making a heart-shaped bubble hit the glass before you. Screams interrupted from the other side of the thick glass; a couple of the shapes jumped up and down, and all the others stood and watched idly. You performed a couple of other bubble tricks for the crowd before swimming past one of the rock formations, where an air hose was kept out of sight so the magic wasn’t ruined for the children.

With air in your lungs, you swim back to the wall, slowly, swimming past each of the blurry figures, flipping and doing the tricks you had perfected over the years of training, from doing front and backflips to swimming and playing with the fish. Every move you make is strategically plotted and practiced. You were always ready to do whatever it took to make your shows enjoyable. If that meant you had to pucker your lips up in front of a fish.

It was the closest thing you had to a spicy date. It has been so long since you had gotten any action. You blew rings of bubbles out; you made yourself a mental note to download a dating app as soon as your shift was over. The need for human contact was so strong that you would honestly sell your voice to a witch, meaning you could go on a date and maybe take said date home and show him what else you could do with your mouth other than blowing bubbles.

Putting those horny dirty thoughts to the back of your mind, you flipped upside down against the tank wall, placing your hands against the glass separating you and the children on the other side. Too small reached out, putting their palms against yours. And while your vision was blurry from being underwater, you could make out the child's glittering bright light brown eyes on the other side of the glass.

You both stared into each other’s eyes, almost heating each other souls in a way. The child kept your gaze before looking over his shoulder, shouting something to an oversized shape behind him. The shape came forward before crouching down next to the child. Much like the child’s eyes, the man who stared at you had eyes that pierced through your soul. They were gorgeous honey-brown hues that searched your face long before he focused on the child.

They exchange words before the man gently strokes tufts of pink hair before his eyes focus back on you. Something in his watchful gaze that was almost readable, and that might’ve been because you were underwater and couldn’t see clearly, but the look had your heart racing. Flipping back up, you floated in front of the man, smiling wide, before blowing him a heart-shaped bubble with both hands.

From how the child jumped up and down, you assumed he enjoyed you flirting slightly with his parental figure. The way several other joined in and seemingly to whistle and clap that had the man rubbing his neck, shaking his head. Your lungs were beginning to burn with the need for oxygen, so you winked at the stranger before heading back to your air hose.

Just as you were about to turn to reach for it, something tugged on your silicone tail, trapping you from moving further. You saw the net when you looked back to see what you were caught on. Your bosses insisted on putting you down in the tank with you. Despite you telling them it was a terrible idea, they were persistent in using it because it would make the scene look more authentic. They didn’t care at all if it was a drowning risk for you.

In times like these, there is no reason to panic. The more you panicked, the more you struggled, the harder it would be to tell your breath. You cautiously turned your body, trying to free yourself from the netting. But you only succeeded in tightening it further around your tail. You tugged and pulled the mess ropes; the air was escaping your lungs, sending bubbles floating to the top of the tank. This was bad; the stupid nets were wrapped around you so tight that you couldn’t even slip off the tail that weighed about forty pounds. More bubbles escape your lungs as you frantically begin trying to free yourself. And for the first time in several years of being relaxed and collected, you did something you should never do.

You panicked.

You opened your mouth, yelling as if someone would hear you. Maybe Shoko would see the distress you were clearly in on the camera and come rushing to your aid at any second. But if she hasn’t noticed thus far, he wasn't sure if she would even notice until you had drowned. Salty water burned your inner nose as you began inhaling water; panic told your lungs to breathe when there was no air.

This was it, your final moments! Your death was so ridiculous. It would be featured on one of those terrible daytime shows like ‘101 Ways to Die!’ You always thought you would go down as one of the greatest mermaid performers. Instead, you would be laughed at for such an idiotic rookie mistake.

Your vision began to blur as darkness settled in around your vision as you lost consciousness.

A splash sounded from the distance as you shut your eyes. Hands quickly worked at the nets wrapped around you before you were moving. It was a white noise as warm hands pressed up and down over your chest before lips pressed over your mouth and blew into it. The exact process repeated before the white noise turned into panicked yelling and shouting as you coughed up water, your eyes widening.

“There we go!” The same warm hands gently rolled you onto your side as you retched up more water, your lungs burning in satisfaction as you gripped the damp pants of your savior. “Keep coughing; get all that water up; good job.”

“Way to go, Nanami!!” A man shouted from behind as exhaustion washed over you.

“I need a blanket now!” The man you were clinging to shouted around, his hands gently gripping your upper arms, pulling you towards his chest. Breathing in deeply, you sighed as he rubbed his hands up and down your back, heating your body. “I got you, breathe, shhh.”

You clung harder to him, sniffling as you fought back tears of fear and relief. “Nanami.” Another man sounded behind you before a warm blanket wrapped around your shivering body.

“Thank you, Geto.” The man, Nanami, shushed you again as you began breathing more steadily, your grip on him loosening. “Are you okay? Lightheaded? Chest pain?”

“J-Just c-cold.”

“I need to get you out of this tail.” he goes to tug it off, but you stop him. “The children have been ushered away; please let me help you.”

You never took your tail off in front of people, but you had no choice. One brisk nod was all he needed before your hero tugged the tail down past your legs, freeing you from its confining prison. The second your legs were free, the man wrapped your legs around him, keeping your chest pressed firmly against each other as he stroked your back. His gentle and kind touch made you feel warm in no time.

You both stayed like that, wrapped up in each other until a door slammed open. “Shoko! Over here! Utahime yelled as your friends ran towards you.

“I can take it from here, sir.”

“No, I’m okay, I got her.”

“But sir—”

“Nanami is the best pediatrician in the city.” One of the other men around you voiced clear annoyance in his tone. “Give him some space to work.”

You turned your head, looking up at your friend. “S-Shoko, I’m okay.” The shaking tone of your voice had your friend turning in your direction, long dark hair flowing. “Can you take my tail back to my car?”

“Of course.” She stroked wet strands of your hair back. “I’m sorry we were watching the camera, but I think it’s busted. One second, we watched you swimming, and then someone told us one of our performers almost drowned.”

Nanami hummed, drawing your attention for the first time. “Another thing wrong with this establishment. Putting fishnets down in a tank with an actor and broken cameras, this is a lawsuit waiting to happen.” Warm honey-brown eyes met yours, and you realize they are the same eyes you had been staring at while performing.

“It’s you—”

“It’s me.”

Your heart felt like it was about to explode as he acknowledged that it was him that you had that intimate moment with when inside the tank. Warmth spread across your cheeks as the man who saved your life grinned down at you. Was this real life? Or did you drown and go to heaven? That was the only reason an insanely hot pediatrician would smile down at you like he was.

He pulled back slightly, examining your face. “How are you feeling now? Are you warm now?”

“Honestly, I’m so embarrassed; I’ve never had an incident happen in the three years I’ve been doing this.”

“And it was not your fault. Whoever’s dumb idea it was to throw fishnet in. There is the one blame.”

There wasn’t much more you could say to that because Nanami was right. That wasn’t your fault. You had been persistent on them taking out the net for you, other mermaid performers, and the fish in the tank. Unfortunately, the aquarium thought it was best for business. Their greed nearly cost you your life today, so as much as you like your job, it might be time for you to start looking elsewhere places that consider their performer's lives.

“Thank you.” You said as Nanami listed you up, carrying you to the break room. “For saving my life.”

“My son pointed out. It looked like you were stuck. I, of course, was cautious at first, taking note of the situation myself before jumping into the tank. I just did with any good Samaritan would.”

“I owe you whatever you want, and I would gladly pay you back tenfold.”

Nanami walked into the break room, gently sitting you on one of the chairs. His face flushed as he straightened, rubbing the back of his neck. A Rosie hue dusted the tips of his ears. With a hum, you tilt your head to the side before doing the same thing on the other as he struggled to find the words he wanted to say.

Clearing his throat, Nanami held his hand, an earnest, stoic look on his face as he did. “My name is Nanami Kento, and if you would like to pay me back, how about dinner for you and me tomorrow night?” in all of your years being a performer, you have been hit on and listened to crude comments people made. Still, no one no one had ever asked you out on a date.

“Dinner? Like a date?”

“Only if you want; I’m not going to be one to pressure you into saying yes just because of what I have done. If a date is too much to ask, could you say hello to my son? He thoroughly enjoyed your performance.”

From the man who had saved your life, such a simple request, you almost wanted to shake him to tell him to ask for more. But you knew by the look on his face that he wasn’t a man who demanded retribution for his kindness.

“I would love to say hello to your son. Dinner sounds great, too.” You took a deep breath before grinning. “ If you just give me a few minutes to shower quickly and change, I can meet you at the front.”

Nanami was happy to wait while you showered quickly and gathered your belongings before you met him outside the aquarium. He was standing with two other men while children ran around near them. Nanami was holding a plastic bag, most likely his wet clothes. The aquarium must’ve provided him with some shorts and a souvenir T-shirt on the house. Standing near him was a man with long dark hair, pulled half up into a bun while the rest cascaded down his back. He was dressed in a T-shirt and jeans while two little girls clung to his pants as they listened to the adults talk. The other man standing near him had white pristine, snowy hair and dark sunglasses on the bridge of his nose as he enthusiastically spoke with his hands.

“—and then you were like, ‘She’s drowning!’ And SPLASH! You ran up those stairs so fast before diving in, and you swan-dived like a majestic bird! I’ve never been more attracted to a man in my entire life.”

You approached the group with a nervous chuckle. “Yeah, I couldn't agree more.” The trio and their children all snap their attention in your direction.

“Hi there,” Nanami smiled warmly, “thank you for agreeing to meet my son.”

“You saved my life; it’s the least I could do.”

Nanami grinned, turning his attention to the two boys playing in the grass just a bit away from you. “Yuuji, come here for a second.” A small boy with pink hair came rushing forward without being told twice. “I want you to meet—”

“The mermaid!” Yuuji had literal sparkles in his eyes as he gripped at your leggings. “Are you okay?! You have legs now!” The child had to be no older than five, and his curiosity on your legs had you giggling as you fought the urge to pinch his chubby cheeks.

“Yep! I’m doing great, thanks to you and your dad.” You knelt in front of the small boy. “Thank you so much.”

Yuuji grinned and reached for his father's hand with a comprehensive, toothy grin. “You’re welcome!! Thank you for all the kisses!” Nanami and the other two men chuckled.

“Well, you’re very welcome.”

“Careful, Yuuji; I heard your dad is going to take the mermaid here out for a date.”

“You're taking the mermaid on a date, Dad?!”

Nanami nodded before shaking his head at his enthusiastic child. “Yes, can you introduce yourself?”

“Oh, right! I'm Yuuji!”

“Very good, Yuuji.” Nanami praised his son, ruffling his hair

The dark-haired man said, stepping forward to shake your hand. “I’m Geto Suguru, and these are my daughters Nanako and Mimiko. Girls, say hello.” His very well and polite daughters both greeted you properly. You shook Geto’s hand before releasing it as the white-haired man pushed forward.

“And I’m Gojo Satoru. The two gremlins playing over there are my kiddos. Megumi and Tsumiki.” he motioned towards the trio of men and their children that gathered around. “And we’re The Single Dad Club!”

Both the other men groaned in protest. “We told you that’s a terrible name, Satoru.” Gojo pulled his sunglasses off, revealing bright blue eyes.

“Why is it so terrible?”

“Because it’s just a terrible name for a club,” Nanami said, cocking an eyebrow.

“You’re just jealous that Nanami has a date, and we’re both still single.” At Geto’s words, Gojo fell silent. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” With a gentle smile, Geto pulled his friend away, leaving you, Nanami, and Yuuji standing around.

“Well, as much as I hate to say goodbye, I need to get this one home and start on dinner after a well-needed shower.”

“Oh, trust me, I understand.” Reaching into your bag, you handed Nanami one of your business cards. “That’s my number; call me some time for the dinner date?”

“I’ll text you tonight once I get this one in bed.” With a single swoop, Nanami lifted Yuuji in his arms. “Would that be okay?”

“More than okay.”

“Great, I’ll see you later.”

“Bye, Nanami, bye, Yuuji.”

“Bye!! Dad, will you help me with my paper when we get home? I know what I'm going to write about. For my summer homework!

“And what's that?”

“About how my dad saved a mermaid!”

You waved them off until you could no longer see them. It has been a truly eventful day, having your performance go wrong. You just scoring a date with a total hottie without even having to download a dating app on your phone was well worth almost drowning over. All you needed to do was wait for Nanami to text you, which wasn't long. It was a couple of hours.

The two of you planned to go out to dinner the following day, and your heart fluttered from the second you woke up the following date until you stood outside for Nanami to come to pick you up. Your hands were shaky and sweating; you had no idea why you were so nervous! It was just a date; nothing serious would happen unless Nanami wanted to take it further.

You wouldn’t be opposed to that at all.

The feeling of his lips against yours, wow, regardless if it was just CPR, you longed to feel his mouth again. Preferably now that your life wasn’t in danger. You wanted to wrap yourself around his body to show how strong your core was. You wanted to fuck his brains out, to express just how grateful you were for him saving your life.

“Are you alright?” Nanami’s voice drew you out of the trance you found yourself in.

“Huh!” Looking up from your plate, you find Nanami staring at you, eyes full of concern. “Oh! Yes! I'm so sorry, I was lost in thought!” The sexy pediatrician just smiled before sipping on his wine. “I was just thinking about—yesterday.”

Nanami hummed, placing his wine glass down on the table. “Yes, yesterday was quite exciting. I must agree.” He reached across the table, putting his hand on top of yours. “Are you doing all right? I can’t imagine how terrifying it must’ve been.”

“I’m doing great; I’m just thinking about how grateful you were there when it happened. You and Yuuji, I probably wouldn't be here if it wasn’t for you both.”

“I’ve never been more happy about a field trip. I wasn’t going to come; I was asked to cover a rounding shift at the hospital for one of my colleagues. I was going to break the news to Yuuji when I picked him up from school last week, but he had borrowed a book about different sea animals from the library. I had never seen him so excited about a school trip.” A fond smile graced his lips. “It would have been cruel if I picked to work over an experience my child was excited for. So I decided to take a two-week vacation instead of working.”

“Two weeks?”

“I plan on taking some day trips with the gentleman I’m friends from—”

“The Single Dad Club!” You grin automatically, knowing who he is speaking of. Hearing the nickname for the self-appointed club, leave your lips, your date cringing. “Oh, come on, it’s kind of fun!”

“It's a horrendous nickname that we should’ve buried the second Gojo said it.”

The way his eyebrow twitched had you grinning. “Nanami, you're so cute.” The man before you blushed, his hand reaching up to rub at his neck. “I’m sorry. Please continue.”

“We’re planning on doing this sort of staycation. We plan to go to the local pool and the library downtown to rent out some books for the children, and then we plan to end our staycation at a beach house before we have to return to work.”

“A bunch of summer adventures for the members of the Single Dad Club.”

Nanami hummed, taking a long sip of his wine. “I’m hoping that if this date continues to go as well as it is, I’ll be sending in my letter of resignation to said club.” His bold invitation had you biting down on your lip.

So your attraction wasn’t one-sided. Nanami seemed as eager to see where this could go as you were. Perhaps if you were lucky enough, it would end up with you returning to his place or vice versa. Then again, the man was a single dad, Yuuji’s mother was no longer in the picture, and you understood that there may be some boundaries that were not meant to be crossed now. That didn’t mean you couldn’t flirt and see where the night would take you.

Reaching your foot out, you gently caressed it against Nanami’s ankle briefly before pulling back just for him to do the same thing to you. His foot gently caresses your ankle up your leg just an inch before pulling back. Playing footsie never felt so naughty as you both went back and forth, caressing one another’s legs. You only stopped once you felt as though your underwear was soaking wet; pulling your foot back, he let out a raspy sigh before chugging down the rest of your wine.

“So, Nanami, what time does your babysitter need you to come home?”

Nanami followed your lead, chugging down the rest of his wine and gently placing the glass on the table. “Yuuji is at a slumber party at Gojo’s house with Megumi.” His eyes narrowed; he hooked his foot back around yours, bringing it back towards him, causing you to gasp, gripping the table's edge. His foot slowly ended up the side of your ankle before slowly reaching back down.

“Well, I suppose there’s just one other question.”

“And what might that be?”

“Shall we continue our date at my place or yours?”

You both decided Nanami’s apartment would be more suitable for continuing the date since it was closer and more convenient. And you barely could keep your feet off each other; if you drove across town to your apartment, you weren’t sure you would get through the traffic without ripping each other’s clothes off. The drive to Nanami’s condo was full of tension. His hand gently grabbed your thigh, rubbing it as you ran your hand up and down his forearm. His touch alone nearly had you screaming in the passenger seat. You couldn’t wait to see what else he had in store for you.

You’re not sure how you both manage to keep off each other up the elevator to his front door—but the second the door was shut and locked, you both pounced on each other. You both quickly worked at clothes; Nanami’s buttons were undone rapidly as he unzipped your dress. You moved in sync, not fumbling once as the passion and the desire moved you backward further into the apartment, shoes being kicked off, belts unbuckled ad, and dresses being dropped to the floor.

Never in your entire life have you felt such a connection with another human being. Nanami was something special, And you had never wanted someone so bad. Somehow, you managed to break the kiss that tasted of strawberries and champagne long enough to allow Nanami to lift your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you through the dimly lit condo.

“Oh my fuck, you're so fucking hot. I want you. I want you so fucking bad.” You growled into his ear as you hungrily kissed and nipped at his neck with a whine

“Then you’ll have me.” With a growl, Nanami tossed you onto a luscious bed. “Only if I could have you as well. Because ever since I saw you swimming, blowing kisses. You enamored me like a siren casting her spell upon me.” You tried to get up on your knees to reach for his belt, but Nanami shoved you back down. “None of that now; you're a guest in my house; allow me to treat you.”

Nanami got on the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight as he grabbed your underwear, tugging them down past your legs. He then hooked both legs over his shoulders before slowly laying down on his stomach, his lips sucking at the sensitive flesh of your thighs, leaving an array of hickies up your skin. His mouth and tongue had you gasping, hands slinging to his sheets as he inches closer and closer to you, dripping sex.

“Fuuuuck,” he breathed out, trailing his tongue up your thigh before his face was right in front of your pussy. “You smell so good.”

“Tha-a-ahh ooooh fuck me!” Right before you could think of him properly, his mouth was sealed around your clit, sucking gently on the bundle of nerves before his tongue swirled around it in the most addictive way. “Oooh fuck me—”

Nanami chuckled as he pulled his mouth away from your client, his tongue flicking it gently. “Mmm~ I plan on doing just that as soon as you cum on my tongue.” His mouth was back up on your pussy, tongue sliding up and down your slit, lapping hungrily at your slick folds.

You gasped as he slowly pushed two thick fingers inside of your tight hole, fingering you as his mouth focused solely on your clit, suckling on it, drawing out gasps and whines from deep in your chest. You squirmed and arched, legs shaking as you reached down, fisting his blonde hair. Feeling you shaking all because of him gave Nanami a certain sense of pride as he ate you out faster, tongue flattening against your sensitive it as his fingers hooked up, rubbing your g-spot.

You gritted your teeth, your other hand reaching down and gripping his hair. Getting his hair pulled had Nanami growling against you, but what got him going was when you started rocking your hips against his face. Taking control, using him to get off. There was something about you doing that that had pre-cum dribbling out of his tip, staining the inside of his boxers. “Ooooh god!” you cried out, rocking your hips faster against his willing mouth.��Oooh fuck! Oooh fuck! Fuck!” Your cunt twitched and throbbed around his fingers, clit twitching against his tongue as you rode his face, bringing yourself closer and closer to your orgasm. “I-Im gonna cum! Gonna cum! Oh fuck~ suck my clit suck my clit!” you ordered, making Nanami’s eyes narrow in pure need as he did as you commanded, suckiljng the sensitive bud, resulting in your hips rising off the bed, as you arched your back cumming all over his face and tongue.

The angels sang as you saw the pearly gates, but Nanami’s gentle thrusting of his fingers and little laps brought your soul back into your body. The rippling traces of your orgasm faded into nothing as your body collapsed limply against his bed. Kento chuckled, pressing sweet, loving kisses over your thighs, up your hips against your stomach, see-through closer and closer to your face. The feeling of his lips tracing over your skin had you giggling softly; you bit down on your bottom lip as his face came above you.

He kissed you with a need so strong it made you dizzy. Your hands down, working at his belt, I’m buttoning his trousers before you push them down past his ass. Electricity swarmed between your bodies as the room grew hotter with pure lust. You needed to feel him buried deep inside your pussy, and he needed to feel your warm walls wrapped around his thick, long cock.

“I want you—” Kento sighed out roughly as you wrapped your hand around his cock, pumping it. “I wanted you the second you blew that kiss at me like you were in the tank. Fuck— you look so beautiful; I just knew I had to know who you were fuck, fuck, fuck, your hand feels so good.”

The raw desire in his voice, the confession of his attraction to you, and you wet and willing to do anything he asked. “I want you too; I want you so bad, Nanami Kento, please~!” Hearing that you wanted him just as bad as he wanted you was Nanami’s breaking point.

He positioned himself between your legs, grabbing one, hooking it around his hip while he placed the other over his shoulder. Ever so gently, he pressed the tip of his massive cock against your entrance, rubbing it up and down, collecting your slick over his shaft. The slit of his cock head rubs gently over your clit, a string stretched between your most intimate parts. Seeing that, the usually calm and collected doctor was losing his absolute shit.

“Need you honey—” He pressed the tip inside of you, sending your head rocking back against his plush pillows. “Oh my god, you’re so fucking tight.”

“Y-You’re so fucking thick.”

Nanami panted as he looked down at you. “Do you need me to pull out?”

“N-No—” you took a deep breath, “just needed a second to adjust. You’re so big it feels so good.”

Nanami nodded again before slowly starting to push further inside of you. “Just let me know if you need me to stop, okay? But God, you’re so fucking tight; feels so good around my cock.”

“Ah~ fuck Kento!”

Nanami groaned, his head falling to the side, resting against your leg over his shoulder. “I-I’m all the way inside.” He grunted as he bottomed out inside of you, all nine inches of his thick cock buried deep inside your tight heat as your hips met each other.

“Oh, my fuck—” You glance down at your conjoined bodies, whimpering as he slowly begins rocking into you. “Oooh god fuck me, Nanami~ please fuck me!”

Nanami placed one hand on your hip while the other gently groped at your thigh, which was draped over his shoulder. He didn’t need to be told twice to fuck such a beautiful woman like you. He pulled out hips, rolling into you, gently thrusting in and out of your tight cunt. You guessed and whined in tandem with his movements, your hands gripping the sheets underneath you.

His cock slid in and out of your pussy, and each stroke of his cock inside of you rubbed perfectly against your g-spot before pressing further and hitting your cervix. It wasn’t painful, but God didn’t feel good. It was so intense and pleasurable. It felt as though his cock was perfectly molded for your body. Hitting every spot perfectly without you even telling him how to move or where to hit; he just knew.

With every thrust into your cunt, your hips rose to meet him. Not be granted, his finger is digging into the flesh of your leg and your hip so hard you knew it was going to leave bruises. Who gave a fuck about bruises in a moment like this?! Especially when you had never been fucked like this before.

“Kento~ Nnngh! Fuck! Ooooh fuck me, fuck me please, faster.”

“Yeah, you want me to fuck you faster? I’ll fuck you faster, honey.” His teeth nipped at your leg before dropping it off his shoulder, wrapping the other around his hip. “Be sure to scream my name when you come on my cock okay?”

“S-Someone’s g-getting c-co-oooh! Ah! Ah! Ah!” Nanami grabbed both sides of your hips, holding you in place as his cock slammed in and out of your pussy, going faster and harder with each thrust. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” you abandoned your grip on the sheets reaching behind Nanami’s toned muscular back, digging your manicured nails into his skin, dragging it down, scratching him up, marking him.

The headboard slammed against the wall over and over again with each thrust. The bedframe squeaked, but neither of you could even hear it over Nanami’s heavy grunts and your breath moans. His lips were on yours, and a deep, searing kiss, one that stole what little breath you had left away. He felt so good as you mostly tried to kiss him back with the same enthusiasm, massaging each other lips, getting nipped and bid at as nails dug into the skin and grips tightened as Nanami fucked you into the mattress.

You weren’t going to last, and Nanami knew that.

His fingers tightened harder into your hips as he jackhammered his cock inside you, angling it perfectly to slam over and over into your sweet spots that made you see the heavenly Gates again. Your mouth fell open, but there was no escape as your eyes went wide, focusing on the man above you. He smiled so lovingly before he grunted, dropping his head to your shoulder and peppering your skin with kisses. It was a chill contrast to the way he was fucking you. You get even closer to the edge as you pull one away from his back, reaching down and rubbing your clit in fast circles.

“I-Im gonna cum, gonna cum Kento, oooh fuck please cum with me!”

“Yeah, you want me to cum with you? Nnngh! Want me to cum?”

“Y-Yes, yes, yes! Please, Kento, fuck, please!”

“I will~ cum, baby~ cum for me.”

A piercing scream had your ears ringing as you came squirting all over the cock that was fucking you so good. Your juices sprayed out onto his crotch. Nanami somehow managed to pull himself out, jerking his cock furiously above you. “Cumming baby~ oooh fuck, fuck!” Spurts of hot cum spilled out of his cock, coating your stomach with his seed. Squeezing his shaft, none, he shook his dick, making sure all of the cum was out before he collapsed on the bed next to you.

While the tremors continued to rake through your body, Nanami wrapped his arm around you, pulling you to his body, his hand rubbing your back, gently praising you as his fingers massaged at your lower back. While the last tremors came to a stop, you collapsed limply against him, breathing heavily as he pressed a kiss on the top of your head. Lifting your head, you grinned, finding him drunkenly watching you, admiring the flush tint to your skin before he leaned down, kissing you softly.

“You have no idea how amazing that felt for me.”

“I could say the same thing. I normally don’t jump into bed right away with women I just met. Honestly, it’s been quite some time since I went on a date.”

You ran your fingers up and down his chest as you observed him. “I know exactly what you mean.” His hand gently reaches down, gripping your chin, lifting it, forcing you to look into his eyes.

“What I’m getting at is that I’m not the type of man who does one-night stands.”

“Oh well, that's very good to know.” You yawned, snuggling deeper into the warmth that radiated off his body. “Does that mean I can ask you for a breakfast date tomorrow? Before you go, pick up your son?”

“I love the sound of that.” He mumbled, leaning down and kissing your lips.

When Nanami decided to take two weeks off for summer vacation with his son, he had no idea he would save the life of a mermaid performer. He also had no clue that said performer was what was missing in his life. The summer had just begun, and he already felt like he had a long-time romance with just two interactions with you; he couldn’t wait to see what the rest of the summer had in store for you both.

The Single Dad Club lost one of their members that day after the aquarium, just what did the summer heat Heaven store for the last two remaining members of the club?

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fear-is-truth · 7 months ago

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✶ 𝑹𝑰𝑫𝑬 ── 𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐊𝐘𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑.

╰ kinktober day 7 — ab riding | tags ; nsfw. mdni. f!reader. humping his abs (duh)

You knew it wasn’t safe to see him like this, especially here. Jedi were forbidden from forming attachments—emotional relationships were strictly against the Code. But it was too late for both of you. You were already in too deep.

Anakin sat cross legged in a quiet corner of the Jedi Temple, his focus on the long strip of cloth he was carefully wrapping around his left hand. The veins running down his forearms were prominent, standing out against his sun-kissed skin, and every time he tightened the bandage, his biceps bulged slightly.

As you approached with a bottle of Aitha in hand, your gaze drifted lower, unable to resist the sight of him. His chest rose and fell steadily, each breath making his abs flex—hard, defined ridges contracting and releasing. His body was a masterpiece of strength and discipline, sculpted from hours upon hours of intense training. The deep lines between each muscle were pronounced, leading down to that tantalising V-line that disappeared beneath his low-slung training pants.

“Ani,” you called out, catching his attention. He looked up, and the moment his piercing blue eyes landed on you, they softened. A lazy grin graced his lips as he leaned back, draping one arm casually along the back of the bench.“You’re not supposed to be here,” he pointed out, though the crinkle of his eyes betrayed his pleasure at seeing you.

“And you’re not supposed to be this tempting,” squatting down, you handed him the bottle. “I brought you something. I figured you’d need it after… whatever training they’ve had you doing all day.” Anakin accepted it with a smile, fingers brushing against yours.

“Thanks,” he murmured, setting the protein drink aside. His gaze swept over you, filled with something much more than just affection, and then flickered back to the bandages in his hand. He tilted his head, beckoning for you to come closer. You hesitated, glancing around.

“We shouldn’t—”

Before you could finish, he grabbed your wrist with enough force to pull you into his lap, making you gasp as you tumbled into him. His fingers trailed lightly across your waist, brushing against the fabric of your robes before cupping at the curvature of your ass, squeezing gently. his eyes darkened in realisation as you straddled him.

“no base layers? naughty girl…”

“Ani,” you whined, half a warning, half pleading. You knew you should push him away, for both your sakes, but your willpower was waning rapidly. Anakin leaned back on one elbow, gazing up at you through half-closed eyelids. “I’ve spent all day thinking about you,” he admitted in a slightly whiney tone, “I needed this. I needed you.”

Straddling him, your body rested over the hard planes of his abs. As you shifted slightly, you felt the taut muscles beneath you, every inch of him solid and unyielding. You bit your lip, but you simply couldn’t help yourself. Your body moved again, rocking ever so slightly against him. A quiet moan slipped from your lips before you could stop it.

“You don’t have to hold back, you know…”

He groaned, abdominal muscles tensing as you dragged your cunt against him again. Your body on autopilot now, rocking against him as you felt the full strength of his core beneath you. Each roll of your hips was a delicious friction that sent pleasure from your clit to your gut. You knew this was dangerous, that anyone could walk in, but the risk just made it all the more adrenaline-inducing.

“What if,” you began, voice shaky as your hands planted on his chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breath. He grinned, hand tightening on your waist as you continued to grind against him, his abs providing that perfect resistance. “What if someone sees us?” you asked breathlessly, your body betraying you as it continued to move in rhythm with his. His skin was now covered with a light sheen of sweat and your slick.

“Let them,” a hand slid up to squeeze at your breast. “All they’ll see is a Jedi Knight-in-training taking a break with a pretty girl on his lap. No one would suspect a thing…”

#anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker #sw anakin #anakin x reader #star wars anakin #anakin smut #hayden christensen #anakin skywalker x y/n #anakin skywalker fanfiction

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gardengnosticator · 16 days ago

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idle hands

pairing: abby anderson x ellie williams

synopsis: 2.9k words in which abby purposefully pushes ellie over the edge and receives some punishment for being such a brat.

warnings: dom!ellie, sub!abby, spanking/impact play (a.receiving), dirty talk, use of pet names, finger sucking (e. receiving).

authors note: so so SO sorry that this request took me so long dear anon, hope it’s absurd length makes up for it. and once again thank you to @cheysarchives for the adorable divider.

abby is many things, a star athlete, a dedicated and hard working student and quite the popular figure on campus. one can’t blame her for that, she’s handsome and charming and every time she raises an arm to interject in the middle of a lecture the way her arms threaten to pop the sleeve of her shirt makes some girls in class clamp their legs shut.

yes abby anderson is many things but to her, the most important thing she was, was to be ellie williams girlfriend. abby just adored the way ellie got so possessive over her, the way her fingers so tightly intertwined with hers, the way she immediately snuggled right up against her side when any other girl tried their luck, the furrowed brows and pouted lip whenever she saw the deluge of comments on whatever progress pic abby uploaded to instagram. and sometimes it was worth pushing those buttons.

it was a really good picture in her defense, that post core workout glow, every single indent of her abdominals and v-line crisp coated with sweat, perfectly framed with her tank top pulled up to just tease a small glance of underboob. its barely up for a few seconds before someone comments, a random gym buddy, dropping the eye emoji ever so casually that it makes abby laugh. she laughs so much in fact that she goes as far as to like the comment. she liked the comment right as she saw ellie’s username flicker into her notifications. guaranteed ellie was going to see this.

it’s a big mistake. and abby knew it. abby was betting the metaphorical farm on it in fact. was betting that ellie would see that comment and see that she had liked it and that such a bold display of flirtatious brattiness would have to warrant a response of some kind. abby’s thighs pressed together at the mere thought of it.

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ellie’s lips are pulled into a very tight line, her brows intensely pressed together in that most adorable displeased manner only she was capable of as she glared across the couch at abby. abby is too engrossed in her phone to care, at least that’s what she’s trying to project, trying to be ever so arrogant regardless of ellie’s tense gaze. abby clicks her tongue loudly before finally glancing up to look at ellie, one brow raised in mock confusion.

“something wrong baby?”

ellie huffed loudly. “yeah. you, anderson.” last name only, yeah, ellie was pissed. and abby didn’t want to let her know how hot that was, how that dark twinge to her voice caused her core to tighten and her thighs to subtly press together. at least she hoped it was subtle. but there’s no fun without a chase, so abby just shrugs her broad shoulders and offers her a confused pout.

“i’m not psychic baby, you’re gonna have to tell me.”

ellie sneers at that, at abby’s sickly-sweet teasing tone of voice, turning her body on the couch so she was now directly facing abby, eyes burning holes right into the very depth of abby’s soul and all abby can do is bite her bottom lip. those long, slender fingers of ellie’s find themselves digging right into the sturdy meat of abby’s thigh and that’s enough to cause the other woman to gasp, teeth sinking deeper into her bottom lip to try and silence her traitorous voice.

“am i not good enough? not been treating you right, anderson? so needy you’re gonna give googly eyes to some random instagram hoe?” it takes all of abby’s willpower to listen to ellie’s words and not just lose herself in how those plush lips curl and roll with every single word. with the most amount of concentration she can muster outside of bracing for a deadlift, abby finds it in herself to issue a response.

“n-no, of course not babe.” it’s meek. it’s just barely not a whisper but abby has at least given her an answer. an answer to which ellie can only respond to with a harsh, blunt laugh.

“you’re so bad at lying. but i guess… this is my fault right? haven’t been giving you what you’ve been needing so of course you’re gonna go and act so out of turn.”

the sneer on ellie’s lips is anything but kind, it reeks of that subtle animalistic dominance the brunette very rarely taps into, that darkness coming over her pupils as she brings herself closer and closer to abby, her breath so hot against abby’s throat it made the larger woman quiver in her seat.

abby can’t help but look away, bite her bottom lip hard and tilt her head upwards so ellie’s lips could ghost over that expanse of freckled skin. “you’ve been such a little brat, bet you did all this just to rile me up huh?” ellie’s voice is low, it��s not a whisper but abby feels like she has to strain herself to listen, mostly because her heart is hammering against her chest so hard she can barely hear anything over it.

then suddenly ellie’s hand found its way to abby’s face, gripping her cheeks so tightly her lips are forced into a most pathetic looking pout.

“i’m waiting for an answer here, abby.” it’s almost adorable how abby wordlessly whines in ellie’s grasp, all those hours in the gym rendered useless when those long, slender fingers pressed themselves into her skin. all abby can do is nod, nod and clench her thighs together to try and draw some friction out of her pyjama bottoms.

“first you go ahead and act like such a brat on your instagram just so i can see it and then you refuse to even answer me.” ellie clicks her tongue and still with that firm grip on abby’s cheeks she so effortlessly pulls the larger girl across her lap.

ellie smirks, seeing abby’s broad frame splayed over her thighs, that subtle arch in her low back that just begs for ellie’s attention. abby relents, shame and arousal beating a crimson mask onto her cheeks as she allows her head to sink into the cushions of the couch to try and steady herself.

something proved fruitless to the sensation of ellie’s greedy palm coming down to grope her ass like it owed her money. a groan wracked through abby’s throat as she squirmed her hips about over ellie’s lap, the brunette’s hand palming the taut mounds of her rear all the while.

“if you’re going to go and misbehave, there should be some consequences, right?” silence from abby, apart from the rustling of her body as she tried to make herself comfortable in such a demeaning position.

ellie clicks her tongue. her groping fingers sinking in a tad harsher now, squeezing just hard enough to get abby to roll her head to the side so she could look up at her, a slight dampness forming in the corners of her eyes.

abby’s voice comes out as a whimper, “y-yeah.” ellie quirks a brow, “yeah? yeah, what?” her hand eases up just enough to make her next grope even more forceful and abby keened loudly as a result.

“b-bad girls get punished.” abby mutters, each syllable causing an intense ache to grow between thighs, an ache ellie can’t help but as her hand ever so teasingly drags its way down between abby’s thighs to grind against her clothed crotch.

“and you’ve been a very bad girl to me, haven’t you?” it’s adorable how quickly abby’s head bobs its way up and down in agreement, she has been bad. she had been bad for this very reason, for ellie to stake her claim and remind abby just how badly she needs her. and ellie is more than happy to remind her.

ellie greedily slips her hand upwards an with practiced ease, she grabs the waistband of abby’s sweats and yanks them down just enough to expose her ass. ellie shivers, letting out a low growl as she finally gorges her hands on abby’s plump, meaty cheeks. squeezing, groping, grasping, spreading her cheeks and making abby grunt and squirm as she buried her face back into the couch cushions to avoid the teasing ellie would shower her with if she caught a sight of how red her cheeks were.

“im thinking… five today, you think you can be a big girl for me and handle five, abby?” ellie’s voice was laced with the kind of lust that made abby oh-so-desperate, back arching, thighs quivering and the wet patch on the crotch of her panties so obvious ellie cant help but let out a moan of appreciation at the sight. her fingers find their way to graze their way over abby’s soaked folds, something that just causes the large woman to shudder and moan out ellie’s name.

this isn’t the answer ellie was looking for however, the hand that isnt busying itself with her ass, once again grabs a hold of abby’s face, twisting her head to the side so abby is forced to make eye contact with ellie and the frenzied look of lust on the william’s face makes abby feels so delightfully important. like she was all ellie wanted, that she was ellie’s entire world.

“f-fuh-five…” abby finally manages to sputter out, her plush lips too enticing for ellie to ignore as she lets her iron grip on abby’s chin go solely so she can forcefully push two digits right inside abby’s mouth, calloused tips pressing down on that thick muscle of her tongue and abby, through instinct alone, hollowed her cheeks and began suckling. ellie had trained her girl well after all.

“good girl.” ellie’s voice is hushed, the room silent save for the sound of abby greedily gagging herself on the william’s nimble digits as she savored the tension of waiting for what comes next. despite all her tensing, all the effort abby put at dulling the burning ache within her core, the first spank comes hard and fast. not some simple flick of the wrist, neither abby nor ellie would be content with that.

ellie puts what feels like her entire bodyweight into it and abby lets out a muffled squeal of pleasure as she feel the fat of her ass begin to redden, and ellie doesn’t let up, her hand refusing to give abby even the slightest bit of respite as she moves to forcefully grope the still tender flesh.

“count for me baby.” ellie coos, voice far too sweet and soft considering the way her fingers were all but tearing their way into abby’s rear end. it takes all of abby’s willpower to open her mouth enough to mutter out words and not the lurid sounds of spit-filled moans. she doesn’t want to let up on ellie’s fingers for even a second but she knows what will and what WON’T happen if she doesn’t obey.

“o-one!” she grunts before going right back to bobbing her head back and forth over ellie’s soaked digits. ellie cant help but bite back a moan of her own at the sight, her good girl, doing such a good job. such a good job that ellie cant help but crane her head forward to plant a soft kiss to abby’s shoulder, so soft and so fleeting but it makes abby whine like a bitch in heat.

ellie’s breathing is heavy, her lips peppering kisses over the back of abby’s neck as she brings her free hand up, making sure abby was far too distracted by the fingers in her throat to be prepared and bringing it down for another harsh slap.

this one hit with such severity that abby’s entire weight shifted forward and the back of her throat was quickly introduced to ellie’s fingertips, gagging loudly over twisting scissoring fingers violating her mouth. abby’s eyes clamp themselves shut, a hint of tears pricking at the corner of them as she manages to summon enough strength to groan out a, “tuh-two!” for ellie to hear.

ellie lets out a husky chuckle, her head craned so she can nip at abby’s earlobe, raking it between her teeth as she teased, “three more baby, three more for me. being so fucking good ill just have to reward you later.”

the thought of what that reward could be only made abby squirm, her arousal so obvious as her slick made a mess over ellie’s lap. both girls are breathing heavy now, the tension in the room as thick as the scent of sweat and lust that permeated over the two of them. abby is whining pathetically, drool pooling out of her mouth, thick ribbons of saliva smeared over ellie’s fingers as she fucked her face without respite.

again, the loud thwack of palm meeting skin breaks the silence, abby lurches forward again, her feet kicking up and down as the mixture of pain and desire muddled her already mushy brain.

abby is nearly so far gone that she almost forgets what ellie asked of her, at this point she doesn’t think she could concentrate on anything other than the beautiful sting of her raw flesh and the sensation of what seems to be ellie reaching down into her throat to seemingly pluck out her very heart to carve her name into it.

what brings abby back to earth, is ellie’s teeth finding their way to her throat, canines sinking in just enough to remind abby what her purpose was. “three! th-three!” abby grunts, tears finally beginning to streak down her cheeks as her lips tremble between a frown and smile as ellie claims her.

“dont fucking lose count, dont you dare lose count on me abby, or else ill get a whole lot meaner.” there’s a part of abby, deep down inside of her being that wants to egg ellie on, wants to smirk and gloat and shrug her shoulders and see just how mean she could actually get, how far ellie would push abby to get her to break just so she can put her back together again.

but that could come later, the only thing abby could do right now was nod so hard it looked like her head was going to snap off. abby’s ass at this point is so red and raw ellie is beginning to feel the slightest pang of guilt, sitting was definitely going to be a struggle for the next few days for her but seeing her girl so close to finishing was enough to silence that small internal voice telling her to ease up.

ellie licks a stripe over abby’s jawline before straightening her back, taking several deep breaths to ground herself as she looked down at the gorgeous sight laid upon her lap.

“two more baby, two more. you can handle that, you’re doing so well, you can take this.” abby knows this to be true, ellie knows it too and thats why she doesn’t need to wait for abby to say anything before her hand crashes back down. the fat of her ass rippling under the impact so beautifully ellie lets out a low whistle of appreciation before raising a brow and waiting for abby’s response.

abby is gurgling, her voice hoarse and her body so perfectly sore in all the right ways but she can muster a whispered response, her mouth and jaw already beginning to clench up from her hungry sucking, she gives herself up, rolling ellie’s fingers out of her mouth so she can weakly drool onto the cushions underneath her.

“four…” she mutters, between gasping breaths, her fingers so tightly dug into the arm of the couch that it looked like she’d tear it asunder.

ellie shudders at this, her girl, so perfect and gorgeous and spent and broken just for her. because of her. and she was the one who was going to put her right back together in the end. ellie leans down once more, the sweetest, tenderest, most softest of kisses coming to press to the top of abby’s head. a small act of kindness to really make this last one sting just right.

“last one, think you can take it?” ellie already knows what abby’s answer will be, abby knows it too but to say it aloud is what makes this kind of back and forth so rewarding. wordlessly, abby rolls her head to the side, her tear-filled eyes gazing up at ellie with such devotion, ellie can feel her heart in her throat.

“y-yeah. i can take it.” the smile on abby’s lips is encouragement enough and ellie gives in, pressing a kiss right atop them before readying herself once more. “so fucking perfect for me abs.” the tension was gone, the brattiness fully subsided as abby took one deep breath and once again buried her face into the couch to muffle the scream that ripped out of her throat as ellie’s hand came down for the last time.

by now abby is sniffling, out of tears and out of energy, she so easily crumples into ellie’s grasp as she is hefted up to be cradled in her arms. ellie peppers the poor girls tear streaked cheeks with kisses as she holds her close to her chest, so close abby can feel how erratically ellie’s own heart is beating.

yet despite the pain really beginning to settle into her glutes, and her throat feeling so raw abby can’t help but nuzzle her face into the crook of ellie’s neck like it was the safest place in the world. and as ellie rubbed circles into the small of her back and the whispers of praise and the afterglow of a sore behind lull abby to sleep.

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