#a yell and a glass of water to the crotch

[carrymelikeimcute]

Con O'Neill as 'Len Savage' in Queens of Mystery 😩🥵 @mushroom-intimacy 😘

[targaryenluvs]

— ALL GROWN UP

pairings: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

summary: you were always tigris's annoying rich friend to coriolanus, but once he returns from 12 you seem to be irresistible, not only to him.

warnings: normal coryo in all honesty, jealousy, flirting, p in v, oral (m), choking, kinda subby coryo - for a bit, time gap he spent a year in 12 (i got lazy this is short and basically just porn with slight plot)

a/n: hehehehe first fic of 2024 kiddos besides the klaus one!

your laughter was the last thing coriolanus wanted to hear, ever. it was still annoying when he was here, and it was still once he returned.

"there's no way!" tigris giggled a loud as you joined in.

"tigris?" he called out to her, waiting. "coryo!" tigris yelled as she ran to him, his arms open for her. "it's so good to see you, you’ve been so busy." you laughed, "your hair, it's worse in person." would you shut up? who were you to interrupt a family-

your night dress was black, short, barely below your crotch. lace details, messy hair, you were nothing short a of a dream, and it was messing with his head. he was so use to hating you, your stupid gorgeous face and here he was, dumbstruck. “y/n?” you nodded with a sweet smile, “how are you coriolanus?”

he sighed, “exhausted, between the university and dr gaul, it seems i’m stretched thin these days.” you nodded along, “it seems you’re well on your way to success.” he inhaled, not use to your kind words, “thank you.”

apparently you were staying with the snow’s for a week or so, much to coriolanus’s elation. surprisingly, in the time he’d been away you’d become, tolerable. it sure as hell had nothing to do with the sway in your walk, your sweet eyes looking up at him and your new found confidence, no he just felt nice.

he was itching to get a taste.

he’d seen you out and about, talking with almost all the people around. a kind smile aimed at quite literally everyone. almost every guy in the restaurant seemed to know you, and he couldn’t help but feel annoyed.

didn’t they know you came for lunch with him?

shouldn’t they know better?

you weren’t his, yet.

it was late at night, you needed something to drink.

grandma’ams tea isn’t exactly the most refreshing. you were in the midst of scouring the kitchen for a teabag of actual flavour when you’d heard him behind you.

“looking for this?” he held the jar in his hands, “actually, yes.” you walked over to grab it and he only held it higher, “coryo, please.” he grinned, “coryo huh?” you placed your hands on your hips, annoyed, “yes, now if you don’t mind.” the jar clattered on the counter and you quickly swiped it away. “would you like some?”

in the reflection of the glass cabinet, you saw him shake his head, “i’m in the mood for something else.” you giggled at his vagueness, “oh? and what might that be mr snow?” his smirk was all you needed to know what he was hinting at. “you’re playing a dangerous game here coryo,” he feigned confusion, “am i now?” you smiled, “yes you are.” he was behind you now, breath heavy and hot on your shoulder, “i might be, question is, are you willing to play?”

his lips were on your neck, light as ever, open mouthed kisses all the way up to your cheek. “cory” he gathered your hair, swinging it over your shoulder, “cory? that’s new.” you smiled, “i know. i’m going to take a shower, wanna join? to conserve water of course.” as if they need to, they had more than enough money now.

“to conserve, of course.”

the hot water rose steam, surrounding you as coryo watched from outside. the fog covered up all the parts he wanted to see, and his night pants seemed smaller. soap running all over you, soft hands trailing down. “i think you’ll get a much better view from in here.”

he ripped his clothes off, practically stumbling around in the soft glow of the guest room lamp. he’d been waiting for so long. ten minutes. his hands massaged your scalp, washing it off remaining shampoo and conditioner. ridding your body of any soap, your shoulders, your stomach, your thighs.

and soon enough he pressed you against the wall, imprints of hands staining the glass. you were both unbearably needy, messy kisses and desperate touches. you revelled in his grasp, you felt as if your skin was on fire. “y/n, please.” he whined. you giggled at his begging, “please what coryo?” you stroked his dick as he groaned out, “suck me off. now.” you laughed at his words, “pretty bossy for someone who was whining like a little bitch two seconds ago.” he was about to protest but your warm mouth on him seemed to shut up all forms of protest.

“oh god.” he leaned his head back on the wall as you dug your nails into the back of his thighs. the water pouring down on the two of you made coryo glisten, his abs looking especially sweet. droplets of water fell down from his hair onto you.

as if you weren’t enough the view of you on your knees, your tuts on display was more than enough for him to explode down your throat. “fuck, when did you learn to do this slut? you been practicing f’me?” his attempt at regaining control had you suppressing your laughter.

but his hand in your hair tugging you to your feet, crazy eyes and a very attractive smirk? “only for you cory.” you wrapped your arms around his neck and gently kissed him, “all for me.”

“please, cory. i need you.” you leaned your head against his as he directed his cock to entrance, teasing you. “you want it?” you nodded your head vehemently, “god just please, fuck me.” he kissed your cheek before pushing in, “anything you say baby.” you moaned out at the feeling of him in you, filling you to the brim. you felt unbearably hot, between the running water and coryo rutting into you it felt like heaven.

you can feel the wetness dripping down your thigh, mixing in with the water, “messy girl, aren’t you?” your hands dug into his shoulders almost painfully, “jump up.” wrapping your legs around of his waist, his hands cupped your ass. his pace is unbelievably brutal, “such a bitch to me, making me look weak.”

you shook your head, “didn’t mean to, didn’t mean to i swear.” you mewl, hot tears streaming down your cheeks, as coryo lets out throaty groans.

“stop crying.”

“i can’t, you feel so good!”

“stop crying or i’m not gonna let you cum.” his hand tightened around your throat, cutting off your airway. the dizziness paired with his thrusts inside of you was absolutely delicious. he let up only to mark you before returning to it.

“not yet," his grip around your throat tightened as coryo continued thrusted into you, obviously chasing his own high. "you'll cum when i do.” please cum. you thought, please please please.

his hips slowed down as he groaned, “fuck, all for me yeah? all grown up, aren’t you baby?” your nails marked up his back as he grunted, the hot water seemed to make the fresh marks hurt all the more. coriolanus loved the stinging, almost as much as he loved your cunt.

“cum, cum for me.” you weren’t sure if your release came before or after, but all you felt was unwavering pleasure and relief. you rested your head in the crook of his neck, you were so exhausted. “you did good, so good y/n.” coryo praised you as he pressed kisses to your forehead.

“let’s get you cleaned up yeah?”

[angelskills]

Can you do Choso reacting to the reader casually referring to him as their husband for the first time?

a/n: hello! thank you sm for requesting :) chosos reaction would be soo cute! I'm not sure if you wanted fluff or smut, so i added both! sorry for posting so late, also NOT PROOF READ!

"He's my husband"...

warnings: riding, teasing, p in v, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, doesn't pull out(birth control), whimpering, penetration, idk what else.

characters: choso, your friends

intro: your friend, Yumi, offers to go on a double date to catch up on your lives.

You and Choso have been engaged for about 3 months now. You guys dated for about 4-5 years until Choso finally proposed to you. You both agreed on moving in together after the proposal. You must admit that agreeing to move in together was the BEST decision ever. You always woke up to him making breakfast for both of you guys, you never went to sleep mad at him, and it was just... perfect.

Choso knew your friends. You always gossiped about them (not shit-talking, just about the drama they have) to him and he listened to every detail VERY well. He knew every single thing about your friends.

Since you guys haven't hung out in a long time, one of your friends, Yumi, wanted to go on a double date. She was all the way in California for about 4 months, meaning you both had a lot of catching up to do.

After trying to convince him, Choso finally agreed to go, you know he can't say no to you.

You guys were finally at the restaurant at a table for four, talking to Choso as you waited for Yumi and her date.

"Y/N!!" Yumi yelled out, running towards you.

You smiled, standing up from your seat to give her a hug. "New man every day, huh?" You whispered in her ears, teasing her. Yumi slightly pinched your arm before sitting down. There's nothing wrong with Yumi, just the fact you see her with different men every week, guess every man she meets is always a red flag.

"I hear you guys are engaged," Yumi speaks, looking at you and Choso.

"Mhm," You say wrapping your arm around Choso's, "He's my husband now."

Choso turned red. So red, that man was BLUSHING. His face went rosy-cheek. This was the first time you actually called him husband. Even though you guys have been dating and are now engaged, he has never heard you call him your husband. This was new to him.

While you, Yumi, and her date were talking and gossiping, all Choso could think about is the fact you called him your husband. Husband. Husband. 'My husband'. Those words rang in his ears. He couldn't get it off of his mind.

After eating, you and Yumi finally decided to go home. It was like, what, 12am now?

On the ride home, Choso didn't seem to talk as much. His face was red, red to the point you thought he had a fever.

"Bae? You okay?" You worry, placing your hand on his head to see his temperature.

Choso gulped, he was so embarrassed to tell you this.

"That's why you weren't talking the whole time?" You laugh, making fun of Choso, "Because I called you my husband?" You were lying on the sofa. Choso sat beside you, letting you place your legs on his lap. This might've been weird for you guys to do before, but you both did so many weird things together, that this didn't even mean anything.

Choso always gets flustered easily, and it wasn't making it any easier for him now that you were making fun of him.

"You never call me husband, it's a... it's a new thing." He mumbles, leaning on the sofa.

"Can you get me a glass of water, husband?" You teased, doing a silly face.

You calling him husband again, wasn't helping him, at ALL.

"Stop..." He cleared his throat, his eyebrows furrowing.

Hearing you say husband again and again turned him on so much. Especially with your voice, the word husband. He could feel the bulge in his pants. He palmed it, trying to hide his boner from you.

Sitting up, you were confused, why wasn't he saying anything? Until you noticed his hand on his crotch, you knew what was happening.

You smirked as you crawled on his lap, poking his hand for him to move it.

Choso gulped as you placed yourself right against the bulge in his pants. Choso's size was big. Big for someone like him. You nearly blacked out when you both first had sex. That dick was WORLD-ending.

He appears innocent, yes, the man who buys you flowers whenever possible, the man who chases and follows you around, the man who writes poems for you, is the same man who has you a moaning mess, dumb on his cock every time.

Tears were rolling down your face. Him and his fucking stamina. Choso was fucking you through your fourth orgasm. You were a fucked out mess on his lap. His hands were on your waist, lifting you up and then letting you drop on his cock. The pleasure was overwhelming for you, you were just babbling and moaning, not being able to speak a word. His length kisses your cervix with each one of his deep thrusts, his hands placed on your ass, and his fingers digging in your flesh. His thrusts made you see stars every time, had your toes curling, and made your eyes roll back.

"Hngh.. f-fuck." He whimpered, as he jerked his head back, his fingers digging in your waist, leaving marks.

You felt another orgasm build up inside of you, your hands were placed on Choso's shoulders as you were riding him. He's even noisier than you are at this point. Loud whimpers, groans, and expressions from your warm and wet pussy clenching around him so tightly. Your nails were leaving little red marks on his shoulder, which is like a reward to him because he knows that you're making him feel good.

You were so close to your orgasm. You managed to whimper out a whiny "Choso...!", your pussy clenching around him even tighter.

"Haah, holy s-shit..." His voice cracked as he was interrupted by whimpers, feeling you tighten around him.

You felt like you were in heaven, your orgasms around his cock made a little ring around it.

He sped up his pace, his thrusts now bruising your cervix, his grip on your waist tightening. Your eyes rolled back, his fast and deep thrusts blurring your vision.

"F-fuck... wanna s-see you milk my cock ple-ase baby, o-oh my god..!" He whimpered, breathing heavily.

That sweet innocent man was fucking you as if he hated you. He hit your G-spot again and again, finally making you cream around his cock.

His eyes almost rolled back after he felt you milk his length and tighten around him.

All it took was a few more deep thrusts before he finally reached his orgasm. He made sure to have his cock deep inside of you so he can fill you to the brim, thick ropes of cum spurting out of his cock as he painted your walls white.

After cooling down for a few seconds, he finally lifted you off of his cock. Giving you a little kiss before carrying you to the bathtub to help you get cleaned up.

[recluselecter]

Jealousy

Leto Atreides x Ex-Wife! Reader

pairings: Leto Atreides x Ex-wife! Reader summery: When y/n spends the night of Leto's inauguration party with another man, he can't help dragging her away. warnings: uses she:her pronouns, mother! reader, jealous Leto, possessive Leto, Non-canon compliant, choking, breeding, cunnilingus mention, voyeuristic if you squint REAL hard. Words: 1.7k

Y/n’s hips were guided grotesquely against a stranger's crotch, drunken babbling tumbling from his lips. The wine in her glass had been spilt and emptied long ago, the red liquid having stained her dress. She didn’t care. She kept her eyes on the new Emperor, hair perfectly styled, beard immaculately trimmed, suit crisp and void of Arrakkis’ sand. She hadn’t seen him since they lived there. After Paul gained the title of Emperor for his father, Leto disappeared, taking Paul and their daughter. This was six months ago. As his coffee eyes burned into her skin, she thought of how he’d avoided seeing her as much as possible, passing their child to her through servants. Now though, he couldn’t avoid her. And it was killing him. She looked perfect, the stain on her dress adding to the gorgeous mess that was Y/n.

Leto Atreides hated her for it.

He stormed up to her, snatching her arm and pulling her away from the stranger.

“What the fuck, Leto!” She yelled over the hustle and bustle of the inauguration party. Leto dragged her through the halls of his new palace, opened a door, and shoved her in. When Y/n observed the room around her, she realized it was a very fancy bathroom.

Y/n glared at Leto. The wine on her dress was her fourth glass, and, gauging by the way she was swaying, she was wasted. Leto looked down at her as rage rose in both of their chests.

“You need to go home,” he stated.

“Why do you care what I do?” She snapped.

“I care that my ex-wife is fucked up in a ballroom of a house that isn’t hers.” The Duke took a dangerous step toward her, his own drink spurring him on. “I care that the bitch I’m forced to call the mother of my child is grinding on random men.”

“Oh my god!” She laughed. “I only call you when it’s late, Duke Atreides. You think I give two shits about your jealousy?” Her words struck a nerve in him as she slurred them out. “I only care about you when you’re fucking my brains out.”

He snapped. Leto’s hands slammed against the counter, his body shoving hers against the extravagant sink. She gasped, legs automatically falling open around him. He loomed over her, rage seething through him. His knuckles were white from his grip on the sink, barely holding himself together. He thought the expensive porcelain would crack under his palms as he leaned closer to his ex-wife. With inches between them, he knew she’d try to kiss him. His plan was dependent on it. Like clockwork, she angled her head up, her lips grazing his before his hand wrapped around her throat, forcing her back. She huffed as he scowled at her, but it was turned into a yelp when he forced her to turn around, bending her over the sink by her neck. He tilted his head at her in the mirror where she glared at him. He didn’t break eye contact as he hiked up her skirt, baring her panties to him. The red fabric matched her dress and her now blushing cheeks.

Leto’s hands snaked around her hips, pulling her back against his clothed erection. She hummed lightly as her hips rolled against him, pulling a small groan from his throat. He leaned forward, whispering in her ear as he tore her panties. “You’re a little slut, you know that?” He leaned back again, nearly salivating at the sight of her bare before him. “No better than a cheap whore.” Her cunt was glistening and had Leto resisting the urge to kneel before her and devour her. His mouth watered for the taste of her, having laid between her legs until the hot Arrakkis sun rose in the sky many times. That was long ago, before he was Emperor. Before he divorced her. For a man who prided himself on his independence as Emperor, he knelt quite often for the woman who vexed him. 

She writhed against the sink as he let his fingertips trail lightly around her thighs, avoiding the place she actually wanted him. He pinned her legs to the porcelain, stopping all movement while he teased her. He leaned forward once more, growling in her ear. “You want this?” He let his middle finger enter her just a little, making her cry out in her desperate haze. Y/n nodded vigorously, and for once, Leto complied. He shoved one finger inside her to the knuckle, groaning at how tightly she gripped him. A curse slipped from his tongue, already weak at the knees. Leto Atreides was–and had been for years–wrapped around her finger. Should she ask him to kneel, he would kneel. He desperately hid it from her, but he knew deep inside just how far his devotion went. If she told him to take a knife to the throat, he would enthusiastically if it meant pleasing her.

Leto moved quickly, adding another right before he knew she’d be ready. After decades of bedding her, he knew her body like his own, and her squeak made him twitch in his trousers. He pumped his fingers into her pussy at a cruel pace, too fast to ignore the pleasure, but too slow to get off. She whimpered and cried under him like a pathetic little kitten, palming at his forearms to get him to stop. He bit her neck as he used his free hand to unbuckle his belt. He ripped it from his trousers and unbuttoned the damned pants. Y/n started to protest when his fingers slipped from her wet cunt, but went silent quickly when she looked in the mirror to find him indulging himself, his fingers in his mouth. As he tasted her, he slid his boxers down his hips. She watched hungrily as more of his body was revealed to her. His cock sprung free proudly, and she found herself staring. He grabbed himself, moaning when he slid his hand from the tip to the base, the way she did when she used to pleasure him. His wrist twisted just once before he slid back down to the base, teeth grit as he watched his ex-wife in the mirror. For a moment both were mesmerized by the other. The Emperor found himself admiring her skin and her eyes before he snapped out of it, anger coming back. 

She seemed to have the same epiphany as he lined himself up with her. He slid into her easily, and she tightened around him as he entered. He fell forward, holding himself up over her shaking body. He cussed as he pulled out nearly all the way before slamming himself back in. Y/n cried out under him as he set a brutal pace, one hand slipping to her hip.

“Fuck-!” She whined, pressing her face to the counter to cool it.

“Hands on the mirror, baby.” he gritted out. She obeyed, hands slamming against the mirror and providing more stability to the pair.

A knock hit the door, making Y/n jump. She began to stand up, but Leto shoved her back down by the back of her neck, boot slamming against the door to stop it from opening. “GO THE FUCK AWAY!” He snarled. His hips didn’t stop thrusting relentlessly into her as the intruder spoke through the door.

“Emperor Atreides, you must give your speech!”

Leto ignored him, speeding up. Y/n shrieked, legs shaking as he fucked her. His hand slipped to her thigh, forcing it up on the counter and allowing him deeper. He braced himself over her, moaning into her shoulder.

“Show me how much you missed me, baby.” He grunted. She whined under him, brain not working properly. “Do I need to tell you what you already know?” he demanded breathlessly. Y/n gasped as Leto’s hand buried in her hair, yanking her up against his body with his arm around her throat. The mirror loomed in front of her. Leto studied her tear-stained face, her mascara running as he refused to stop moving. She watched his cock disappear into her weeping pussy, her face bright red. “Look how good you take it.” He groaned, watching as his cock reappeared each time, shining with her arousal. Lewd noises filled the bathroom as he ravaged her, as he claimed her.“You’re mine, remember?” he spoke, his voice low and rough in her ear. “This body is mine. This cunt is mine.” Y/n nodded, hands clinging to his arm. “Other men don’t get the privilege of what is mine.” She gasped as his arm tightened around her throat, just barely choking her. 

“Yours.” She moaned out. Leto fought the smile that lifted the corners of his mouth. He groaned as his stomach tensed, his orgasm coming fast. Y/n clung to him as she came, crying out his name.

“That’s it, darling. Come on, let it out.” He grunted, arm moving from her throat to her waist to hold her up when her legs gave out. Her eyes rolled back, brain numb from the wine and his cock. Seeing her stupid made him snap, moaning as he came deep inside her. She whimpered in his arms, shaking. He rode out his high, groaning into her neck until he came down. He let her down slowly, letting her brace herself on the sink before pulling himself out of her.

He didn’t bother tucking himself away, not until he watched his cum seep from her pussy. As it did, he ran his fingers through it, scooping it back into her and shoving his fingers as deep as they’d go. She cried out, oversensitive. Leto hushed her, running his hand over her back and kissing her cheek.

“I know, my love,” He hummed, still fingering his cum back inside her. “But you know the rules.” Y/n nodded, gaining some feeling back in her legs as he slid his fingers from her. He licked each one individually, savoring the taste of the pair mixed together. His tongue slid over his own skin meticulously as he used his other hand to tuck himself away, refastening his belt.

Leto looked for Y/n’s panties, but only found the scrap of what he’d ruined. Shit. They were going to have to do a raincheck on the inauguration speech. Especially with her current state. Leto gently lifted her into his arms after pulling her dress over her. His past lover automatically snuggled into his neck, arms around him. Emperor Atreides smiled as he planned their escape.

[the-melancholic-human]

This shit was living in my drafts rent free, i had sent it to another author before but im going to share it again cuz it’s filthy hehe

(+18)

runway model reader x critic simon riley???

So he’s got a lot of money and he’s in urgent need of his cock being sucked by a pretty little thing,

So why not invest in fashion right?

He obviously won’t host shows himself, he just wants to lurk around in the most exquisite ones that are up when he’s forced to take a break. (price mentioned something about simon being overworked and blah blah blah)

But he is a pain in the ass to have on shows, he is fucking miserable, usually sitting on the front row seats and giving disgusted looks to the poor models that walk in front of him.

The thing is, when you have a shit ton of money, you get to have high standards, so he will rarely fuck one of the models after the show, obviously all of them being one night stands and nothing more.

And so picture this, he’s sitting there (manspreading hehe), watching a new collection with pretty models walking around but as always he is being a jerk,

He yells at the staff that bring him expensive champagne and water, smokes even though many people told him to stop cause the smoke bothers others and brutally comments about the collection in the designer’s face.

But then he spots “her”, there’s something about the way she sways her hips and bats her eyelashes that makes simon put his hand on his crotch to hide his boner as he takes a long smoke of his cigarette.

And he makes it his mission to find her after the show right then and there.

So after the show he’s stumbling around, probably has had way too much of the said expensive champagne, and he finds her standing somewhere, holding a glass of champagne talking to a bunch of strangers, simon thinks to himself how pathetic those guys look and he is nothing like them (he is)

And he goes up to her, looking strange as fuck and starts the most sketchy conversation ever, but the poor girl doesn’t notice the weird vibe he gives off, or maybe she does she just won’t mention it.

But do you know what? Simon doesn’t take her to an empty cold changing room to fuck that night, no no he wants her all to himself.

So he decides to show up to her shows after that, “accidentally” of course , and when she walks in, he practically undresses her with his eyes, his breathing slows down and his pants become uncomfortably tight.

So when he feels like it’s the right time, he mentions taking her back to his apartment and the moment he closes the door behind them, He is all over her, pushing her into the nearest surface with a loud and painful thud and pulls his pants down, immediately forcing his cock up her pussy

Listen, simon fucking hates himself, and when he gets to fuck pretty girls, for a moment he tricks himself into believing that he is actually desirable enough for those pretty girls to want him, but the aftertaste of those nights are so bitter, it makes him feel even worse, but this time he mighttt leave his number for the girl when he leaves while she’s sleeping

[hwayangyeon]

pairing: uni bf sunoo x uni gf reader

warning: nsfw, minors dni

cw: smut, consent is nonverbal (but it's there), public handjob, cum eating, reader is a little confused at first, slightly goofy

synopsis: you and your boyfriend are studying at the library but you'd rather tease him a little, only for him to use it against you

wc: 700 words

it's not like you dislike studying or that it bores you, it's just that you can't focus when your boyfriend is sitting across from you, head stuck in the anatomy book.

the way he slightly furrows his eyebrows and bites on his bottom lip while trying to understand the topic, the way his slim fingers follow the text, the way he pushes his glasses up his nose from time to time and then brushes through his hair. the way this man makes you feel should be studied.

"are you done studying?" you ask in a melodic voice and brush your leg against his.

"are you?" he asks back, flipping to the next page.

"no..." you're slightly taken aback but don't give up, "i was thinking... we could go back to my room."

"mhm," is his only response as he's not taking his eyes away from the book.

"or... to the restroom," you rest your head on the back of your hand, "we could do something... there," you move your leg higher.

"like what?" his voice is so monotone as if he wasn't even listening to you.

"i don't know," you pout, "i could show you what i'm wearing under my dress."

"mhm."

"or i can do it here..." still trying, "wanna look?" you play with the strap of your clothing.

he's not showing you any interest, only playing with a pen between his fingers.

"i'm undressing myself," you say, almost threateningly, waiting for his reaction, but you're just sitting still, "i'm naked."

every other boyfriend would freak out, throw his sweater at his girlfriend or yell at everyone in the library to close their eyes. not sunoo. he's just reading another page.

you let out a defeated sigh.

this finally awakens something in him and he chuckles quietly, his eyebrows relaxing, "we'll have to stop having our study sessions if you're going to behave like that."

"oh come on," you shift in your chair and lean closer to him, putting your hand on his knee and moving it higher up his thigh, "not my fault you look so hot when you're focused," you touch his crotch.

he smiles, "why do you make it so hard to focus then?" he suddenly grabs your hand and pulls you even closer, using his other hand to unzip his pants. if the table wasn't so narrow, your chin would be touching it.

"s-noo!" you hiss in a whisper, not too loud so you don't bring any attention to your desk. your eyes widen as you look around, straining your neck because of the position.

"what?" isn't this what you wanted?" he whispers back, putting your hand on his dick, "to please me?"

a small blush appears on your face when you feel how hard and warm he is.

his sudden change caught you off guard and you can't seem to find your confidence back. not when he basically starts to masturbate himself using your touch and his parted lips threaten to let out a moan.

he leans forward and places his other arm on the desk holding himself up. his hair falls to his face as he looks down on you.

your hand moves faster, creating a lot of heat and causing him to breathe faster. you know this look on his face, if you weren't in a public space, he would be a moaning mess. because of your restricting position, you can't even kiss him to prevent any from escaping.

he grins and coughs a little, "what's with that face, doll? scared?"

"if anyone sees us, i'm going to kill you," you respond in a serious voice.

"then help me come faster."

this sly look on his face is killing you. if you could, you'd just ride him like crazy right now. why couldn't he just go with you to that damn restroom?

his grip on your hand tightens and you know he's getting close. fuck, what do you do now?

"pretend you dropped something," he says and closes his eyes.

"w-what?"

"fast," it hits you what he means so you grab your water bottle and throw it across the library in panic, causing everyone to look up from their books and look in the direction of the sound while you quickly squeeze under the desk and take your boyfriend's dick in your mouth for him to fill your throat with cum.

he strokes your hair softly. while you regret coming here with him.

you get out from under the table and fix your dress like nothing happened.

"you're done?" you ask when you see him packing his bag.

"yeah, i brought the wrong book."

after hotel.

[pls-hold-me-im-justa-weeb]

Training with Zoro P.2 (Eventual Smut) Y/N X Zoro

Okay so there's no actual use of Y/N in the story THAT I'VE WRITTEN SO FAR. Also this is crossposted from my AO3. I broke the third chapter into two parts for here, so the chapters on my AO3 won't correlate with those on here. https://archiveofourown.org/works/44437204/chapters/111770101

🍶 WC: ~3k

Part 1

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The next morning you awoke to sunlight streaming through your window, distant laughter of Luffy and Usopp, with Franky hammering something metal in his workshop. You sighed. Obviously, the crew let you sleep in. Memories of yesterday flooded back, and you wished you could go back to sleep. You didn’t want to face it yet. Franky was so sweet about you being sick, but it was still embarrassing. Luffy would probably tease you about it later. Not to mention whatever happened with Zoro.

You groaned, hiding your face in the blankets. That man had you wrapped around his finger, and he didn’t even know it. Not that he would want someone like you. That’s why it was so embarrassing! You basically admitted you’d sleep with him without hesitation! All when he was kind enough to take time out of his own training schedule to help you. You literally dropped to your knees unthinkingly with one command from him. What if you were training someone who you didn’t find remotely attractive, and they did that to you? Talk about awkward.

You sighed deeply again, stretching your legs out as you yawned. You grimaced to yourself as your body protested. Your ass was incredibly sore, your thighs, calves, and even shins sent pain rocketing through your lower body. Hell, your feet were twinging a little too. You arched up, groaning loudly as your abs, back, chest, and shoulders sent even more twinges of soreness.

“I can’t believe I asked for this. I’m going to kill Zoro” you muttered to yourself. You hoisted yourself onto your elbow and twisted to get the glass of water you had by your bed. You raised it to your lips, reveling in the chill of the liquid.

“Why are you going to kill me?”

You spat your water out over the bedside table and shot backwards, falling off the bed head-first and landing with your head aimed at your crotch and your feet touching the floor behind your head. Loud guffaws echoed through the room as Zoro laughed at your clumsiness. You wiggled, scowling. The bottoms of your feet were touching the wall and you couldn’t shift yourself sideways without feeling like your neck was going to snap. Your bed had just enough room on the side of it so you could fit a very small bedside table that was monopolized by a lamp, so you normally kept your things on the table on the other side. That’s to say, you were stuck. Zoro was still cackling, his hand smacking his thigh as he bent over in his mirth.

“Don’t just stand there laughing, asshole! I’m stuck!” you yelled. Your voice was muffled and sounded nasally from your current position. You heard the swordsman’s boots walking to the side of the bed you had fell beside, chuckles escaping his chest.

“C’mon now, is that really any way to talk to your savior?” he teased. Blood was rushing to your head from your position. What a fuckin way to start your morning. You groaned, directing your glare away from him.

“Zoro. Fuckin help me. Please” you muttered.

“Heh. That wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

He took two steps forward, and you suddenly saw his large hands grip your ankles. You blanched. You thought he’d move the bed, not this. His grip tightened slightly as he lifted you, picking you up by the ankles until his own arms were slightly above his head. You yelped, your gaze fixing on his knees. He grinned at you, obviously enjoying your misery.

“Now what was this about wanting to kill me?” he smirked. You ignored his question, crossing your arms over your chest to prevent the swordsman from getting an eyeful of what laid under your shirt.

“You can put me down now” you said. You were sure your forehead had veins bulging and your face was flushed darkly with both your blush and current position. The swordsman hummed, as if pretending to think about it.

“I will… if you say thank you for saving you, and tell me why you wanted to kill me.”

“Oh my gods. Fine. Thank you for helping me” you replied. Genuine thanks colored your voice under the attempted sarcasm, so he let it slide.

“You know… I tend to take it seriously when people say they want to kill me…” he trailed off. His arms weren’t even shaking. Damn why is the fucker so strong. You kissed your teeth and looked to the side, eyes glaring at the mattress.

“I… I’m really sore this morning” you muttered finally. You were swung almost immediately onto the bed, and your head spun, blood flowing freely to the other parts of your body. You groaned at the dizziness. Your hearing muffled and your vision darkened briefly with the rush.

“Did I push you too hard?” he asked. You raised a finger, riding out the effects of the blood rush. Zoro quieted. After about a minute, you were steady enough to sit up.

“Did I push you too hard?” he repeated, this time sounding concerned. You shrugged.

“I dunno. I mean I’m not used to working out at all, so it could be from that”

“Do your muscles feel like they ripped apart a little?”

You paused at the oddly specific question and flexed some muscles to check. Sharp pain in some places answered his question. “Some do. My thighs, calves, and upper abs. My triceps too? Did I even work those?”

“Hm. I overestimated the strength in your legs. You need some protein today, and some foods high in potassium and calcium to help stop any cramps that you could get. Unfortunately, the pain’ll get worse if you just sit around, so make sure to walk around a bit. I’ll have Chopper make you some pain medicine too. Also,” he paused, shifting back to lean on the wall. If you looked close, you could almost see regret or guilt on his face. He continued “it’ll probably get worse tomorrow.”

You groaned, flopping down on the bed. “How long does it last?”

“A few days maybe until it’s your typical soreness. We’ll hold off on training until the muscles recover.”

Your head shot up, looking at him incredulously. “A few days!? What if there’s a storm or if we get attacked by marines or other pirates!?”

Zoro shrugged. “Adrenaline.”

You sighed, relaxing your head back on the bed. Your eyes slid closed, a headache beginning to build at the nape of your neck. “I haven’t even had my fucking coffee yet” you muttered. The swordsman snorted. Your gaze settled on him. “Why’d you come in here in the first place?”

“Oh, right. I was coming to see if you wanted to so some stretching and meditation. After yesterday, I thought your body would be sore from throwing up and doing the workout” he said. You groaned and covered your face in embarrassment at the mention of your bout of seasickness.

“Not a word”

“That’s the second day in a row you’ve said that to me.”

You lowered your hands from your eyes and glared at his smirking face.

“Would the stretching help?” you muttered, changing the subject. Zoro thought for a second.

“Maybe gentle stretches. I also have muscle cream that you can use that you would massage onto your skin. We can see if it works for you as well as it does for me. Either way, we can have Chopper make you a batch.”

“Poor Chopper. He must be getting sick of making medicine for me by this point” you whined.

“He loves making medicine. Just feed him something sweet if you really want to thank him. Now get up. It’s almost lunch, and after my nap we can start.”

You hummed an affirmative, struggling to sit up, and wincing as you stood on your legs for the first time that morning. Zoro watched you closely.

“What are you, my mother? I don’t need help getting dressed. Shoo” you huffed, waving him away. He rolled his eyes and strode towards the door, opening it. When had it been closed?

“Zoro” you called out, beginning to limp slightly to your closet. He stopped, looking at you expectantly.

“Thank you” you smiled. He returned your small smile with an easy one of his own before leaving the room, closing the door gently.

Getting dressed was a pain in the ass, quite literally. Your muscles protested constantly over being maneuvered into new positions, and you almost tumbled to the floor for the second time that morning when you were putting on your underwear. After changing into a comfy outfit, you trekked down to the kitchen, a slight limp in your step. You could smell cooking food before you walked through the door and smiled slightly. You were always happy to talk to the cook, and besides, the kitchen had always been a place of comfort for you, finding solace in cooking and reverence in the tools to make delicious meals.

“Good morning” you heard a smooth voice greet you as you entered. You looked up to find Sanji glancing at you over his shoulder, standing in front of a busy stove. Your smile widened a little.

“It is a morning” you replied, eyes searching for the coffee.

“Oh? Not a good one?”

Your eyes alighted on the coffee, before it was snatched out of your sight by the cook. You sent him a questioning look, to which he replied with a smile and a gesture to sit at the counter. You were thankful you didn’t have to move around more on your poor legs, so you didn’t even pretend to fight him on brewing your coffee for you. The blonde must’ve picked up on your lack of resistance. His brow furrowed. “Did that damn Marimo do something?” he growled. You shook your head.

“Not exactly. I asked to be trained, and now I’m really sore. Then this morning he scared the shit outta me and I fell off my bed and got stuck between it and the wall and he picked me up by my ankles instead of moving the bed” you said, leaning your forehead on the cool counter as you recalled your morning. A mug of coffee tapped the counter by your head, and your head shot up, eyes zeroing in on the caffeine. You gently took a sip before glancing up at the cook to thank him. You froze at his expression. His eyes were shadowed by his fierce scowl, and his lips were turned in a frown.

“He picked you up. By the ankles. When you were sore from training already?” he muttered, anger coloring his words harshly. You shuddered, heart beating faster at the presence of his wrath.

“Wait wait… he didn’t know I was sore. He put me down right after I told him, and he said he was going to get Chopper to make me some medicine!” you said frantically. You hated it when you accidentally made people mad at each other.

“I’m going to confiscate all his liquor tonight, even the secret stashes he thinks I don’t know about. And his lunch serving will go to Luffy”

“Oh come on, I need him at least to be able to help me like he said he would. Maybe just the alcohol?” you pleaded. You took another heavenly sip of coffee; perfectly made the way you liked it. Sanji sighed and rolled his eyes as he turned back to the stove, expertly flipping and stirring various ingredients.

“Fine. But only because you asked so nicely”

“Oh, Sanji?”

“Hm?” he hummed as he looked back at you over his shoulder. You smiled gratefully.

“Thank you for the coffee.”

He grinned in return.

“Of course, anything for –“

“OIIII SANJIIII!!!!! IS LUNCH READY YET?!” Luffy cried from the deck. Sanji’s curly brow twitched from being interrupted.

“Cover your ears” he warned you. You quickly followed his advice as he bellowed back that it would be a few more minutes. As soon as you could, your hands shot back to curl around the mug of coffee, letting the hot drink warm your palms with familiar heat. He turned back to the stove, and the two of you sat in companionable silence. You sipped your coffee as you allowed yourself to actually wake up and prepare yourself for the day, watching the cook move around the kitchen with professional ease. You studied how he handled the knives, when to raise or lower the temperature to achieve a certain outcome, and how often he stirred or mixed food in the pans. He was precise and extravagant in his cooking, and his passion showed clearly as he plated the dishes.

“Do you want to stay where it’s quiet or do you want to join us?”

The question caught you off guard. He was so considerate, mindful that you had a rather embarrassing morning already and wanted to recover. A genuine smile peeked over your mug of coffee.

“I’ll join you. If it gets too rowdy I’ll go hide with some food. Besides, I need to see if Zoro told Chopper everything” you said. You slipped off your seat with a wince and a small stumble.

“Can I help you carry dishes out?” you asked, brushing off your clumsiness. Sanji shook his head.

“Take your coffee and go see Chopper. If I need extra hands, I’ll call Franky or Usopp.”

You smiled and muttered a thanks as you limped out the door, praying you wouldn’t trip on the stairs to the grassy deck. You made it halfway down the steps before you heard Nami calling out to you.

“Hey! You’re awake! Are you feeling better?”

“Uhh. Yes and no” you answered honestly, wincing as you lowered yourself onto the next step.

“Oh? Are you okay?” she asked. You sent her a quick smile and nod before just deciding to fuck it, and quickened your step to your normal pace down the last few stairs.

“Owowowowow” you hissed under your breath as your lower thighs and calves screamed at you. You stood at the bottom of the stairs for a few seconds before limping over to the rest of the crew gathered around for lunch.

“Are you sure?” Nami questioned. You silently handed her your coffee before you plopped down clumsily on the grass, bending your legs quickly to avoid any resistance from the muscles. You groaned as you fell backwards, back flat on the grass with your knees bent.

“I hate Zoro” you muttered. You knew sitting up would make your sore abs screech in pain, so you swung your knees towards your chest and shot them forward to gain momentum to sit up. It didn’t help. As you finally settled, you took back your coffee from the navigator.

“Training rough?” she asked, smiling sympathetically. You nodded.

“Yeah. He told me this morning he apparently overestimated the strength in my legs.”

“This morning?”

“Yep. Scared the shit outta me. I fell out of my bed on the narrow side and got stuck with my feet over my head. He picked me up by my ankles because he overheard when I said I wanted to kill him” you explained, watching the said man lounging and napping in the sun on the other side of the deck. You stuck out your tongue at him, knowing he wouldn’t see it when he was napping. Nami giggled at your childish behavior.

“Well, you are always more than welcome to hang out with Robin and I” she invited.

“I just might take you up on that” you muttered into your coffee, shooting a final glare to the napping green haired swordsman. Luffy loudly cheered that lunch was here, and you turned gratefully to the arriving meal.

You ate a healthy amount, body needing to restock on nutrients and protein. Sanji even served you extra vegetables and fruit that had calcium and potassium in them, claiming you’d get muscle cramps without it. You thanked him, making sure to eat the entire serving. Not that it was hard to do, everything was incredible, but you did not want muscle cramps on top of the current pain. After you had eaten, Chopper approached you.

“Hey Chopper!”

“Hey! Are you feeling better? I can make you some medicine you can take when we’re about to hit a storm, so you don’t get as sick as last time” he said, bouncing up to you with a thoughtful gleam in his eye. You patted his fluffy cheek.

“That would be wonderful, Doc” you said with a giggle. The reindeer wiggled in a little dance as he tried to convince you that didn’t make him happy. You watched him acting adorable with a small smile on your face before you remembered.

“Oh yeah, did Zoro talk to you about pain relief for my muscles?”

Chopper nodded.

“Ah. Yeah. He mentioned that you were sore today and would probably need the muscle cream I made him too, and some pain relief for today and tomorrow.” 

You hummed.

“What do you think I should do?” you asked. The doctor tapped his chin with his hoof.

“Well… if it’s beyond the usual muscle soreness associated with exercise, it’s probably due to tears in the muscle fibers, at least more than the normal amount. To heal that… resting, light exercise, mild stretching, massage, and heat would be the best” he rattled off before continuing, “As for the medicine, I should have some in stock, but I can make some specific to muscle pain. There’s also some salts you can put in the bath that help with soreness. I can give those to you, and you can use them tonight before you go to bed” he explained. You listened to him intently before asking your next question.

“Is it a bad thing I’m this sore?”

He tilted his head and hummed, as if searching for a way to explain his answer.

“Well, being sore after exercise is usually a good thing. It means the exercise was effective and your muscle will heal into a stronger version. But when you go too far and are so sore you can’t walk without sharp pain, that means the muscle was torn too much. So, it needs extra time heal into the stronger version. That’s where the massage, light exercise and heat come in. They bring a higher blood flow to the area so it can heal faster” he explained.

You blinked, absorbing the new information.

“Thanks Chopper! I’ll take it easy. I don’t want to sound needy, but when will the medicine be ready?” you asked meekly.

“Ah. I’ll give you medicine for overall pain relief, okay? Then the muscle-specific one should be ready in a few hours. I’ll also give you the bath salts now so you can choose when to have the bath. The muscle cream has to sit for a week, unfortunately, but Zoro doesn’t use his much so you can share! I’ll be right back!” he called out as he took off to the infirmary. Your face flamed at the idea of having yet another excuse to see Zoro. Maybe he’d rub it on for you…

“You’re blushing” a quiet voice muttered beside you. You snapped your head to see Robin smirking at you. You groaned and hid your face.

“How do you get over a crush?” you muttered. She giggled.

“Hmmm… if it’s purely physical attraction, imagine them doing something really unattractive?” she suggested. You closed your eyes, trying to imagine him on the toilet, or smelling really bad from not showering. But he’s only human, right? Besides, he’s so strong, kind, and protective. He lives by his word as a swordsman, by his own values and morals that nobody can break. He would sacrifice himself for this crew in a heartbeat, with no regrets. He has a soft spot for Chopper especially, and he’s so good with him. Is he good with kids? God that’s so cute. He even has a childish side himself, even if it’s pretty hidden.

“Oh fuck” you muttered.

[racoonpookiedepartment]

My “Kinktober” day 1

A “special” hug (Scent + dry humping)

Ethan Winters x Male Reader

(Bottom) (Top)

Just a short one as is my first time writing a kinktober related, hope you do enjoy :)

Right after you and Ethan survived the Baker house, the government swiped you both up before you could even go home. They shoved you right into the interrogation room and you were stuck there for what felt like forever.

You only got to see Ethan twice during the entire “interrogation” period, which turned from days to weeks to months. You were starved of seeing him and it made you sick, the faint sound of his yelling was the only thing keeping you going.

Now that the government has done “interrogating” and torturing you both, they let you go. Together, they set up a house for the two of you to live in Romania. It had been so long that it was getting into the winter months and romania was a winter wonderland.

After a large van full of more “military” people dropped you off and scolded you, you explored your new home like a lost kitten. You drank your first glass of real water and took in room temperature air.

You hear the front door open and close, and then a pitter patter of footsteps and then feel Ethans arms wrap around you. You were much taller than he was but he still made an effort to match your height.

He got up on his toes and smothered you in as many kisses as he could between breaths. It was the first time you saw him in months and it almost felt unreal. Ethan didn't let go for a second.

He was even about to do more until there was a knock at the door, it was more men in suits to tell you more things that you didn't really care about. You couldn't pay much attention with how close Ethan was and how much you wanted to make up for lost time.

The second the men in the suits left, Ethan almost pounced on you. He pushed you down onto the couch and gave you more kisses, he lifted up your sweater and paused for a moment. He gave you a somber look after he saw all the scars you had.

The kisses continued over your body but slower, the gentleness made you feel different, it was something you two haven't done before and it made you sweat in anticipation.

Your body got covered in a thin layer of sweat and it was only more motivation for ethan. It was almost like the second he got a whiff of you a switch flipped in his brain,he started to mindlessly kiss and lick all over you.

For guy who was a bottom he did love to rub up against you, and this was one of those days. He nuzzled up into your neck and got carried away with humping your crotch, the feeling of your own boner was driving him even crazier.

His breath got shakier and he started to hump you even faster, he started to kiss your shoulder and it trailed up your neck and back to your lips, now the kisses were sloppy and messy. Ethan groaned and he started to hump harder, he was getting close.

After a few of Ethan's new rough pumps it pushed you over the edge and you came right there in your pants and shortly after Ethans own orgasm followed, he panted and whimpered as the thick ropes shot into his boxers and made a mess of his blonde pubes.

The two of you just panted and laid there until Ethan wrapped his arms around you again. For you, it just ended and you were happy with it, but for him you were only getting started.

[himbocoups]

˗ˋˏ svt as ravers ˎˊ˗ | 18+ Only

tags: raves, grinding, gum

a/n: may or may not be based on my experience. sfw but 18+ because of the rave theme

seungcheol - definitely prefers indoor venues like the ones for LED over the outdoor ones because he likes sitting on the bleachers + it’s indoors so he doesn’t have to worry about it being cold. lets you use his shoulder to sleep on when you're tired.

jeonghan - the one who goes around asking people for gum.

joshua - wears a camelbak. mid-grind he’ll tap your shoulder and ask you if you want a sip of water. will probably still hold you against his crotch while you’re grinding on him and ask those around him if they need water.

jun - super friendly!! gives you the best massages esp the head ones and makes sure he fixes your hair after he’s done. definitely the type to have super cute perlers and would squeal if you made kandi for him. probably has like three forms of vicks in his fanny.

soonyoung - headbanger. need to create some distance around him if he starts headbanging. if you headbang with him, chances are you’ll end up headbanging with him on the floor. almost knocked over a rail once.

wonwoo - just a bro. he’s not the type to have rave baes. he honestly just goes because he wants to vibe with his bros. if someone tells him to take care of you, he’ll be shy but won’t let anything bad happen to you. best shoulder ride giver.

jihoon - whore.

mingyu - bitchless bc he’s a ravemom. he’s the one with his cellphone out that’s connected to a large portable charger asking where the separated friend group is located. holds his phone under the water bottle to create a lamp but gets yelled at because he loses the water bottle cap or forgets to bring one. holds the totem and also wears a camelbak.

seokmin - goner. he’s the one you have to look after. you also probably have to buy him one of those animal leash backpacks toddlers use or else he’ll run off. doesn’t remember anything when he wakes up. totem probably has a giant picture of his face with the caption: "have you seen me?"

minghao - gives the best light shows. he’d be a nice rave bae but you have to awkwardly stand to the side and chat with a friend while he’s on the floor with a bunch of random strangers giving them light shows more than once a night.

seungkwan - a dancer. he’s shuffling and has one of those large ass fans. he’s literally one of the kindest people you’ll ever meet and will fight creeps. definitely the type to have piles of kandi on his arms to trade with others. will throw deodorant at you if you smell

vernon - a moth. he likes lights. he likes lasers. he likes led screen visuals. probably wears light refractor glasses and will let you borrow them. definitely wears earplugs and will get neck pain from only looking at the lasers above him the entire night.

chan - ONLY goes to raves with his partner. nothing can make him go to one without them. but if he somehow gets convinced, then he’ll be facetiming his partner the whole time. honestly takes some of the cutest couple pics for the gram.

[toournextadventure]

It is 4:48 in the fucking morning, I have not slept yet. I smoked to sleep but I got distracted by the comedey special I was using as background noise to fall asleep to.

Unsurprisingly cotton mouth and advice from a medical professional to drink more water leads to a pretty full bladder, so I sneak my way to the bathroom, and what do I see when I come out after already hearing some movement in the kitchen? A slendarian man figure reaching ominously into the dark just barely illuminated from the entryway light, shining on pale as fuck skin and a void at the crotch giving somewhat missing leg vibes, holding some blob up in sacrifice (I also wasn't wearing my glasses), then it turns towards me and stares me down.

Charlie if I had any liquid left in me I would have pissed myself, flooded the entire fucking hallway. My skeletal, giant of a brother was in the hall releasing a moth, didn't want to kill it himself, so he got the bright idea to track down one of the cats to do it for him, held it up above his head to reach the moth's resting place, got startled from seeing me, and didn't know what to do or say since he just got caught up and didn't know who caught him.

I'm still having minor heart palpitations, but I guess its karma though for all the times I scared the shit out of my family just standing in front of the fridge, my pasty, near ivory ass illuminated by that tiny light, drinking milk from the carton, before going full deer in headlights, slow head turn and all, wild eyes, bed head sticking up in every direction, slowly putting the quart away before slinking off into the darkness after getting yelled at.

Fucking hell, my family needs to make a new cryptid or start a haunted house or some shit because we scare each other way too often.

- Scoundrel Anon

Stop yall ARE cryptids. That's impressive. I have my moments like that, but it's during the day and you'll just see me standing in front of the open fridge pouring the fake grated parmesan directly into my mouth

[leatherneck-70-blog]

The Leatherman made his way to the hotel room. Walking down the hallway to the numbered room the guy told him to meet him at. His handsome dark face had a shiny glow. Being Latino gave him that leather brown face feature. His handsome hair glowed just as black ad his full black leather skin clothes. Shaved clean cut in the back and the sides. Slicked back tight and looking leathery. His leather body creaking as he walks getting closer to the room. His Adam's Apple is such turn on. Pointy and shiny. His barefooted leather boots shine as the let out a clunk on the old hotel wooden floor. Reaching the room he knocks with his tight black leathered hand. The door opens and the guy says, "Peter?" The Leathermen response with," Leathermen Peter Or Peter Leather" with a leather creaking voice. The guy let's him in. The guy can't stop looking at every bit of Peter Leather. Peter holding his muircap to his chest places it on his leather haired head. Looks at the typical guy. Wearing a white t shirt,jeans and a pair of green doc martins. Peter says," What do you want to do?" The guy walks to Peter and reaches for his left leather hand and holds it. Feeling tight leather hand. The smoothness of it and walks him to a chair. Having him sit down and offering his a glass of Whiskey. Peter says,"No. I don't drink" The guy in his mind thinks. Shit! I have to get this guy to drink something. "How about water?" Peter says," No. I'm not really thirsty." Again tge guy says in his mind "DAMN!" " Your leather is HOT!" the guy says. Peter looks around the room. The guy says" Can I have a kiss Leathermen. Slowly going in for the kiss. Peter bends forward to give the kiss. After the kiss the guy taste leather in his mouth. Peter is leather. Peter gets up and says," Is this all you wanted from me?" The guy says ," No.im just a little nervouse." Peter walks over and lays on the bed. "Come here" says Peter. The guy walks over and slipping in a phone charger cord in his pocket. He walks over and lays on the bed next to Peter. Peter tells him,"Touch my leg" The guys does. Peter grabs the back of his head and tells him,"DOWN BOY!!" Placing his head towards his crotch area. "LICK AND SUCK MY AREA!!" The guy can taste his leather crotch area. Peter's gets excited while he holds the guys head down there. The guy asks Peter if he can sit behind him and cuddle. Peter who loves cuddling agrees. Feeling,smelling the Leatherman Peter gets him horny. Hating to have to do it. He pulls out the phone cord with one hand and pulls Peter closer up to him. Pulling peters collar up on his leather shirt. Leaving the collar down on his leather jacket. Ke kisses Peter's neck. Just to throw off Peter on what hes doing. He grips the cord with his hands. He goes fast and wraps the cord around Peter's NECK!! Pulling tight Peter let's out a loud choke and then cough! Reaching fir his neck and trying to get his tight leather hands between the cord but can't. He creaks out a leather sound from his mouth with his wet tongue popped out with another cough. The guy tightness with all his might. Peter kicking into the guys legs as the guy yells. Peter keeps trying to pry the cord from his neck as the guy shakes Peter's head as it bobbs and drops off Peter's muircap. His black shiny leathered hair head shines again. Peter's now garroting with a leather creak in his neck. His smoke colored eyes are blood shot and they go white rolling up in his head. His leather chest heaves up and down for air but nothing. His tight leather body creaks loudly as he gasps and wheezes for leather life. Peter kicks one more time at the guys leg. This time he yells and the guy let's go. Peter gasps for air. Pulling away from the guy saying to him,"YOU FUCKERR!!! WHAT THE FUCKS WRONG WITH YOU!!" In a throaty leather voice coughing and pulling away to get off the bed. The guy says says,"Now your DEAD!" Peter frightened yells," NO!!!" Peter stumbles falling to the ground off the bed. The guy grabs the chair at the desk. Peter

[motel-mistress]

The hunger for Catholic love.

My view of myself is overly masculinized, I have to pick apart my body before other people do. When I'm in the church in my dad's hometown, the one he grew up in, I feel untouchable.

When I leave and catch the eyes of God's children I'm immediately dirty.

Do I bulge in this skirt? are people looking at my crotch in public, waiting for a giveaway.

Is my jawline too strong?

Are my shoulders too broad?

Is my nose manly? What about my voice?

Are they gonna talk about my outfit? I shouldn't have tried this hard.

One time, my conservative Catholic grandma pulled me out of a room and told me my genitals were visible under my skirt. I was sitting at a tall chair, eating, legs tucked under me. Since then, I knew I was made to be examined. In a way that I was never fully aware of, even at a birthday party with my family, I'm being watched. They're waiting for me to slip up. I coped that day by getting higher than heaven in the bathroom and not talking for the rest of the party. Maybe that's why I'm not a part of them in the way my younger male cousins are. They all go to church, and they follow the norms. I don't know how to follow that, I wasn't baptized as a baby against their wishes. I feel like since then, my treatment has been tainted, especially upon the arrival of my younger cousins who were dipped in blessed water. I hoped that when I turned 18, they'd ask me to go to church with them. Now, an adult, they would be allowed to give me the choice of experiencing church. But I know im not welcome, I'm not for them. Only because my mother wanted to raise me outside religion, seeing how it treated my father.

At my great grandma's funeral I sat in a row with my two cousins, and grandma. One of her friends, from church, walked up to her lovingly. My grandma began introducing my two cousins:

"This is ___ this is ___ "

She gestured to each one and then her hand hung awkwardly by me, she stopped.

"I'm the granddaughter."

I said, proudly, finishing for her. Her freind looked at me as if she's seen me everyday for the last 16 years of my life (at the time.) With borderline disgust hidden under a twitched smile my younger cousins didn't get.

Was it because im a tranny? Was it because I don't get taken down to Pittsburgh Kansas a lot to see them? Was it because one time as a kid they came to town for some reason and we walked the Plaza downtown. Passing a preacher yelling through a speaker phone annoyingly and my 13 year old brain thought it was funny to say "Hail Satan" as we passed.

What's wrong with me Grandma? Why don't I get the tenderness my normal cousins do, is it because I grew up? Why do you only reach out to me on birthdays or holidays? Why don't you ask me to come down? I was a child when our strain started, couldn't the goodness in you make an effort to love me again. Cause you don't even know me enough to love me. You talk to your church friends about me but you don't even have enough information on my life to truly tell them anything good about me. I know grandpa won't ever make an effort, I gave up on that years ago. He still calls me buddy, even infront of my boyfriend, missgenders me after nearly seven and a half years.

I love the imagery of churches and catholicism cause it's the closest I can get to feeling close to you. I'm cut out of your life, the idea of me lingers in your brain, and you'll never get to fill in that blank if you don't try. I don't reach out to you cause you scare me, you're a lovely woman with hesitant love only for me. I don't know what you want to say to me but I feel that you have something to say when we sit alone together.

The cross above my bed serves as a relic of what could've been. I'd go to church with you, even though I don't feel a god in my life. I feel at home in that church in Pittsburgh, I see beauty in those high ceilings and stained glass windows. But I'm only there when someone dies, I feel as if I'm only there by obligation. If god was real, you'd forgive me like he would, like your scripture states. I only feel god in nature during the spring, when the grass touches my scars, thanking me for not adding more. You never asked me about those scars, if they hurt you to see, did I ruin myself too much for you. I can't fix what I've broken, you wouldn't keep a stained rug in your house but would you try to bleach me clean.

If God is real, I hope he shoes me a glimmer of the love you had for me when I was young. When I was the only grandchild, a perfect little boy whose hair you brushed. The little boy who watched you do your makeup in admiration, who snuck into your closet when you weren't looking. Who smelled your perfumes and slipped into your heels. I wanted to be like you, yet I ended up being bitter and hateful, just as I imagine you paint me out to be. You correct grandpa when he missgenders me, is that out of love or the need to hide what you two talk about me as.

I'm sorry I didn't become a mirror of your only son, but his blood still runs through me, I am still made from his seed. So let me be, he stopped going to church and you still love him, you walk over to give him a hug as soon as you see him. Why do you just stare at me when you see me and wait for me to do it. I rarely feel warmth from you, if I didn't have my mother's mother I wouldn't know what the love of a grandma is supposed to feel like.

I pray that changes, for you, I will pray, for myself I will pray, because it makes me feel like you. God dosent answer, he sends me the death of summer. I watch everything die around me and I lock myself inside. I hate the cold, there's enough coldness already in me, the winter freezes my agony as I wait to be thawed out by spring. Christmas is the one good day of winter, the day after it is the worst. New years depresses me, another year you don't know me but have the option too. I'm not a child, I can be asked a hard question. I overshare my life because there's few people who care to ask about it, you being the most painful one. I'm sorry this is what it's boiled down to, I hope my cousins give you the grandchildren you wanted. I hope you can grant me the forgiveness God won't.

[suckitsurveys]

Are you any good at packing a suitcase?: I manage.

What are you hungry for right now, if anything?: I want waffles.

Have you ever had a white hot chocolate? What did you think?: I’m not a fan of white chocolate in large doses like that.

What will you be doing in twenty minutes from now? Probably still working on this survey, or another one. I’m also working, so I answer questions in between job things.

Is there anybody in your house’s bathroom right now?: Nope. Maybe a cat?

Do you ever get eczema: Yeah, on my hands.

What’s your opinion on Miley Cyrus’ new look?: What new look?

Have you ever witnessed a serious physical fight?: Honey, I went to school in Chicago.....

How much does gas cost in your area?: Depends on the gas station but it’s under $5 I think.

Are you a fidgety sort of person?: Yes.

What was the last thing you ordered at a restaurant?: Sushi.

Do you know how the politics of your country work? Yeah.

How do you like to spend your alone time?: Watch TV mostly, or play on my phone.

Have you ever mowed a lawn?: Yes.

Is there anyone you would do literally anything for?: Yup.

On average, how many hours a day do you spend online?: I mean, I am basically connected to some form of internet all day. Phone, computer, TV...

Have you ever done a “knock-and-run” prank?: Ding Dong Ditch?

When was the last time you were yelled at? What had you done wrong?: I don’t remember thankfully.

Do you enjoy corn on the cob?: Not really. It gets stuck in my teeth. I’d rather eat it off the cob.

Is there anything good on television at this very moment?: Who knows.

What’s your mood like today?: Tired and annoyed.

Have you ever bought alcohol or cigarettes for someone underage?: Technically. I got cigarettes for a friend, but they were literally not even half a year younger than me. I just happened to turn 18 first. They turned 18 like 5 months later.

If you haven’t, would you ever do so? I wouldn’t do it now, because “underage” is WAY younger than me and I’m not about that shit.

Under what circumstances do you think it would be okay?: I mean, in the circumstances I did it in I don’t think that is that big of a deal. Or like, a parent letting their 20 yr old have a beer or something.

Do you do your laundry regularly, or do you let it pile up?: I do it every Sunday basically.

Did you ever play Habbo Hotel when you were younger?: Nope.

What about Neopets?: A little.

Have you ever had the privilege of sleeping in a waterbed?: I have. My aunt had one when I was a kid.

Have you ever had to comfort a friend over the death of a loved one?: Yeah.

When did you last watch fireworks? Did you kiss someone underneath?: On the 4th, and I think so?

In your opinion, what’s the ideal age to start having children?: I literally don’t care when you pop out a crotch goblin. You do you, bro

Have you ever stabbed a friend in the back, intentionally or not?: I don’t think so. Nothing serious, anyway.

Do you have a last.fm account? If so, what’s your opinion of it?: No.

Are you a seafood person?: It’s my favorite food.

Have you ever had to lick a ton of postage stamps and envelopes?: Yeah.

What’s the longest you’ve ever slept in one go?: 16 hours, maybe?

Do you check the weather forecast everyday?: Not every day, no. Usually only when I have something coming up that week or something.

What did you have for breakfast this morning?: A banana and two muffin bars.

Have you ever dated someone with an accent different than yours? No.

What’s the worst thing you’ve ever smelled?: I don’t know.

How long does your phone last before needing to be charged?: Depends.

Have you ever worked two jobs at once?: No.

Who does most of the housework around your house?: Mark.

How many glasses of water do you drink a day?: Enough.

Documentaries: interesting or boring?: Depends.

What brand is your desktop or laptop?: Dell.

Have you ever spoken badly about someone then realized they were behind you: Probably.

Do you enjoy the smell and taste of cinnamon?: I do.

Who were you last in a car with and where were you going?: My niece. We went to Target and got bubble tea.

How old is your youngest cousin?: If we are talking strictly first cousins, I am the youngest.

When was the last time you ate tacos?: Last weekend.

Does caffeine affect you, or not so much?: Not really.

Who was the last person you annoyed?: I’m sure my coworkers lol.

What is your favorite flavor of cake?: Carrot cake, or cheesecake if you count that as cake.

Do you make your bed everyday?: Nope.

[fhrlclln]

Could you write like a fic with older!eddie and reader where it's before they started hooking up but its painfully obvious he wants her but she's just too naive to notice it. Like maybe one day she's outside wearing a bikini top and shorts and he just HAS to make an excuse to come over and talk to her dad. Other little encounters of them where is very obvious how he likes her and she does notice but in her mind she's like there is no way I'm just reading it wrong he's just nice that's it.

older!mechanic! eddie x fem! reader

Y’ALL R NAUGHTY. i think, for me, both of them would actually unintentionally slut themselves out for each other. knowing how visibly aware they are that they are thirsting for both sides. but then again, they don’t know they both like each other. two horny pinning idiots <3

iTS GOTTA BE A LITTLE SOMETHING LIKE THIS.

suggestive themes under here

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after the first official meeting you had with mr. munson, everything seemed to spiral at that the next few days. it was summer in hawkins, the sun blazed the whole neighborhood. everybody was either shirtless, wearing minimal clothing, fanning their ass out at how hot it was. which it is for god’s sake. children’s laughter could be heard as you rounded out to get of your house to sit by the porch with your parents. they had invited your little cousins and other family members for a mini pool party, an inflatable pool was set in front of your house. the pool was fairly big, enough to fit at least 3 adults plus the screaming children. which is why you’re wearing this new bikini set you bought at the mall. your shorts covering your ass, wanting to indulge the pool later once the kids got tired. ready to feel the sun as your mother urged you to play with your cousins (that are actually fairly behaved) to which you complied.

not knowing a set of eyes were staring at you.

he was fucking boiling in the inside, he could see from his place, usual spot sitting on the steps of his porch. weed in hand and cold beer beside him, shirtless and sweating. fuck, did his crotch felt tighter than ever in his loose jog shorts. you were smiling, splashing the little kids for fun as your breasts jiggled at it, water glistening them.

god, he’s such a pervert. he cursed to himself, it was these days he favored seeing you from time to time. he’s had a handful of instances he remembers making excuses to see you, knowing your dad is such a big fan of him. offering your family meals to share, ringing on their doorstep with a homemade meal he cooked up knowing your mother had done the same to him, a kind gesture he needed to reciprocate. he’d see you in the living room, lounging, textbooks in hand, studying while you bit the butt of your pencil. he’s grown frequent to show up in the dining room as your dad urged him to taste the stash of fine whiskey than the usual cold beer. not knowing his intentions was just to see you.

it was this little secret he hold to himself, felt wrong at some points, but his morals were already starting to crack the moment you uttered his own name in such a soft manner. you’re a young lady, out of his league, way too out. what was he thinking? dumbass.

your eyes glided to the porch of your neighbor, your skin glistened as the kids were swimming away from you. you could see him there, shirtless as always. his hair was in a man-bun, manspreading, glasses resting on his bridge. hiding those chocolate brown eyes you adored. you could feel yourself tingle as you looked away before getting caught in the moment. pervert. you scolded yourself mentally.

“munson! come here, man. i’m grilling here. wanna introduce you to the whole family.” your dad yelled from the other side as your mother scolded him for being so loud. the rest were in laughter as mr. munson stood up from his place, sauntering towards the rest of you. your heart thumps as you minded yourself, little conscious knowing you’re wearing a bikini top.

“whacchu grilling, old man?” he teased your dad, momentarily glancing at you as you greeted him with a smile. eyes glancing down to his chest and that happy trail you swore you almost kneeled in-front of him.

“mr. munson.” you spoke, eyes caught his underneath the glasses when they moved to check you out, making your heart thump louder. a glint behind them as you sweetly tried to conceal the fact you’d jump on him on any moment. got to keep it pg.

“y/n.” he greeted back, catching your gaze for a moment as your dad called for him again, breaking the moment as the smell of the grill filled your nostrils. you tried your best not to turn around to check him, ignoring the conversations as your little cousins begged you to get in the pool already. cursing to yourself how you imagined he’d be checking you out for a moment. so clueless you are as you bit your lip, wanting more than ever than to talk to him with simple greetings and greedy glances.

oh, but all will change soon than you expected.

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[sugarcoatedstarkey]

Slow Down

Pairing - JJ x fem!Reader

Synopsis- Reader and JJ getting freaky in the bathroom of the local club.

Warning- Language, drinking, Smut and more smut (18+)

(gif credit to @radiantroope )

Salty warm beads of sweat rolled down your forehead, your dark hair sticking to your body as you swayed to the beat of the music. You had been dancing for hours, either by yourself or with the girls. Sarah continued to bring you cherry flavoured beverages, your mind was foggy and you weren't completely stable on your feet.

JJ has been watching you all night on the side lines, he was leant against the wall sipping on his overly warm beer. Pope had urged him to go and shoot his shot but JJ shook his head, saying something about not wanting to ruin your night.

You and JJ had flirted back and forth for a few months now, you had moved to obx roughly a year ago but only met the pogues recently. You had been minding your own business walking down the aisle's of the small convenient store when you heard yelling coming from the front of the shop, you being a curious person walked to the front to see a dark boy and a blonde girl fighting with the cashier.

You didn't hear much except for the 'I paid for it already' and 'You're lying' thrown back and forth, you could see the panic on the blonde girls face and decided to intervene. Pouring the water you had in your bag on the floor and laying in the substance.

You had let out a loud scream which caused everyone to look over at you, the older cashier running over to you instantly as you groaned out in pain. Your hand holding onto the back of your head, you could see the boy and girl start to walk over to you when you quickly pointed to the door and they finally realised you were helping them.

And that's how you became friends with them, you met everyone else a few days later after Sarah found you sitting on the rocks of the beach. Now you spend every day and night with them.

You finally retreated to the group fanning your face with your hands, you could feel eyes on you and you knew straight away it was JJ. Pretending not to notice you gathered your hair and exposed your neck, fanning your neck now you took deep breaths. You knew exactly what you were doing to him when you saw him shift and the feeling of his fingers brushing the small piece of skin poking out from the two piece you wore.

"Here" JJ speaks, handing you a glass of cold water. The condensation dripping down his hand, you reach out for it and bring it to your lips. You both stare at one another as you take small sips, his Adams apple bobbing when your tongue comes out to lick your lips.

"Wanna dance?" You question, you're smaller than him and when you go to look up through your lashes his fingers grip onto your waist to tug you towards the dance floor once again.

You both fall into rhythm as you lean against his chest, your curvaceous ass pressing into his denim clad crotch. His hands placed on your hips tightly, your arms reaching up to hold onto his neck. You can feel him leaning down slightly, his breath tickling your skin and his lips brush against your earlobe.

Your heart is fluttering as he teases his lips on your skin, your body feels hot and sweaty as you press further into him. One of his hands running across your stomach until it gropes the skin under your breast. You can't help but spin around in his arms until your faces are inches apart.

His eyes watching you as you stare at his lips, you're the one to initiate the kiss but it doesn't take him long to take control. His right hand coming up to cradle your face as his thumb presses into your chin to pull open your mouth. His tongue snaking in to caress yours.

The kiss is passionate and haste, your hands pull on his shirt to bring him closer. The once loud bass of the music has been drowned out by the pure sexual attraction to one another. Your mouth's are getting sloppy and rushed now and you're pulling away to take a breath.

"I need to go to the bathroom" You yell, and you notice his features drop. Most likely thinking you're wanting to leave him, so you start to tug on his hand and he follows behind. Your eyes darting around the club to check where security is.

"What are you doing?" JJ says, his arm around your waist as you stand outside the ladies bathroom. He doesn't stop you when you pull him through the doors and push him into the disabled toilet, he watches in silence as you lock the door and place your bag on the hook.

"Do you want to fuck?" You ask, his eyes widen at your boldness but steps closer to you and you take that as a yes and reach up to kiss him once again, this time neither of you holding back as you no longer have an audience.

"Is that a yes?" You question, his lips leaving open mouthed kisses along your sweaty neck. He pulls away slightly and you can't miss the smug smile on his face.

"It's a fuck yes" He says, pushing you up against the wall his hands dragging down your body until they stop at your thighs and pull you up urging you to wrap your legs around his waist.

“You looked so hot out there” he groans, his lips nibbling on your neck once more. Your head pressed against the cool wooden door, his needy fingers massaging your ass through the material of your skirt.

“I liked you watching” you whisper, his fingers pulling up the material of your skirt until it sat bunched up on your hips exposing your nude thong. You already knew your arousal had caused a wet patch but you didn’t care.

“Yeah? Putting on a show for me?” He questions, his fingers coming between you both to pull your underwear to the side, his eyes darting down to stare at your wet pussy.

You notice the way his jaw clenches as his fingers run through your folds, gathering up your arousal to use as lubricant. His fingers pushing into you with ease, you let out a breathy moan at the feeling of him in you.

“Yeah only you” you moan out, grinding your hips into his fingers. He picked up his speed, curving his fingers into your wet heat until they nudged at your soft spongy spot that caused you to cry out.

His thumb pressing circles onto your bundle of nerves, your body was cunvulsing in his arms as he finger fucked you against the bathroom door.

“Only me?” He asks, his eyes set upon you. You were so close you could feel the release, your hearing buzzing as you took deep breaths to steady yourself. You couldn’t hold on anymore and let go around his fingers, soaking them in the process.

“Only you” you say once more, jumping down from his hold you drop to your knees. Fingers unbuckling his belt as he stared down at you, you quickly pull his pants down to his ankle letting his erect member free.

You hear it slap against his skin momentarily and take in the sight of his veiny throbbing dick, a bead of pre cum dribbling out. Your hand reaches out to smear it across the tip, you reach up slightly until your mouth hovers over it.

Kitten licking it until his hips buck into your face, you take him fully into your mouth. Your hand holding onto the rest that won’t fit, JJ’s hand reaches around to grasp your sweaty hair into a pony tail.

“Yeah fuck like that” JJ moans out, his hips thrusting forward until he hit the back of your throat. Spit started to gather in your mouth causing him to slip in and out quicker.

The noises you were making as you sucked him off was throwing him over the edge, you could feel him pulsing inside of you. You knew he was close from the way his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

But suddenly he was pulling out of you, confusion set upon your face as he pulled you up and pressed his lips against your moist ones.

“I wanna fuck you” he states, reaching down to hoist you up once more. You nod frantically and he walks you back to the wall. He gives no warning as he thrusts into you.

You scream out as he lets out a deep moan that vibrates his chest, his thick cock stretching your tight wet pussy. You can’t help the pornographic noises leave your mouth as he pounds in and out of you.

His fingers are roughly grasping your hips helping you grind onto his dick. His moans fill your thoughts and you squeeze your eyes shut as he fills you up, hitting that perfect spot over and over until you can’t help the sweat forming on your body and the familiar tension build into our stomach.

“Oh god, ohh” you say, he’s picking his pace up now. Driving so deep into you, you're sure you can feel him in your stomach. You're arching your back off the wall, your clit rubbing on his stomach every time he brings you back down onto him.

“Jesus Christ” he says, his breath is laboured and you notice the light layer of sweat building on his forehead. You're both making so much noise, you're surprised no one has come banging on the door.

“I’m so close” you state, your hips grinding down into him. He nods frantically as he drives up into you faster once more.

You're both sweaty and shaking as you meet your orgasms together, you feel him twitch inside of you as you come down from your high. You stare at one another and smile.

“Well shit” he says, he lets you down softly and you have no shame in going directly to the toilet. He begins to pull his clothes back on after cleaning himself up.

“That was fun” you smile, you both make your way out of the bathroom unnoticed and go searching for your friends. They were still sat around the same table and all wave you down as you walk closer.

“Where did you two go?” Pope questions, his eyebrows raise at the both of you. He knew exactly what you two had been doing, actually everyone knew what you guys had been up to.

“Dancing” you lie, giving JJ a wink before reaching down to squeeze his hand.

[emotionally-damaged-carrot]

Teasing

Vigilante x male reader

This is just a little something I wrote cause I was bored.

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As Adrian and I were laying on the couch watching a movie after a long day, with me laying between his legs, back against his chest with his arms wrapped around my torso. I suddenly remember how Adrian absolutely hates it when i get him heated and leave him just as it looks like I was going to give him what he wanted. So I decided to be a little shit.

"Hey babe, what do you have planned for tomorrow?"

I say as I sit up a little dragging my butt so it's directly on top of his crotch, he groans a quietly but not silent enough for me to not hear, as he looks at me with arousal.

"Might get called in a meeting, but I will most likely just run around look for bad guys."

He said with a goofy smile still with arousal in his eyes, I give him him seductively 'hm' while I pretend to adjust my sitting position but just really rubbing my ass on his crotch, I heard him groan a little more and hold me tighter to stop me.

"I know what you're doing y/n, and if you are just going to leave me high and dry in the end I won't let you do it."

He said gritting his teeth lust now apparent in his words and actions, and he still slowly rubs against my clothed ass.

"Ow really now, Chase? Then why are you still moving then?"

I say with now a mischevious grin on my face.

"Fuck"

He whispers softly, still grinding slowly.

"You really know what buttons to push and how to push them do you?"

"Of course, how else would I be an amazing boyfriend if I didn't know how to get my man riled up?"

I say now fully facing him, my arms wrapped around his neck, legs on either side of him, still grinding slowly.

"Shit"

He whispered softly again.

As I was going in for the kiss, I see him close his eyes and lean forward to meet me halfway. As soon as I felt his breath on my lips I immediately pulled back, got off him and start walking our bedroom, bidding him a good night.

"I will get you someday, you know that, right?"

"Of course you will, babe"

I say as I walk up the stairs.

He groans, while getting up turning off the TV, he looks down at his pants to see a huge tent.

"What the fuck am I supposed to do with my boner?"

He yelled.

"That sounds like a you problem, don't drag me in."

"You little shit."

He says under his breath.

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After fixing and tidying things up, Adrian goes to their room to see his boyfriend sound asleep on the bed with white shirt and boxers on, not even bothering to put cover himself with a blanket. Adrian slowly creeps on to the bedbut not before stripping to only his boxers, putting his glasses on the nightstand on his side, pulling his boyfriend in and covering them up with a blanket.

"Goodnight , y/n, love you."

He says softly while kissing y/n's head.

Then he heard a faint 'goodnight' coming from the smaller male in his arms, putting a smile on his face.

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Adrian's pov

As Murn was discussing shit about the mission I didn't really bother listening to him, I just thought about my lovely boyfriend, and how he loves teasing me. Planning on how I can take revenge for what he had been doing. I start to get a boner just thinking about the things I'd do to him.

"Dude, can you wipe that smirk of your face cause it's starting to get creepy and cover yourself, your boner is showing."

Peace maker says with a slight grin looking like he's trying to hold back a laugh.

"Ow fuck."

I say as I raise my hand with my other hand infront of my crotch covering my very apparent boner.

"What?"

Murn says with a bored tone.

"Can I go do the bathroom?"

"Yes."

Murn says with a sigh going back to the topic in the meeting. Apparently some alien things, I didn't really pay attention.

When I got to the bathroom I immediately removed my mask and splash cold water on my face in hopes of getting my boner down, cause I really didn't want to masturbate in the bathroom.

'When I get back he's fucking getting it'

I thought to myself, trying to control the sexual desire until later.

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It had been a very long and stressful day, with all the butterflies and the gorilla.

As I stepped through the door of our shared apartment, I hear y/n, singing and I smell something delicious..

"Hey there, juicy ass."

I say as I wrap my hand around him, with the other giving his ass a hard squeeze.

"Not right now, I'm cooking."

He says with a smile. As I kissed his cheek and rested my head on his shoulder looking at what he's cooking.

"That looks good." I say as I peck his cheek again.

"And of course it does, it tastes good too cause I cooked it."

"But I know something that tastes much better."

I whispered seductively while giving his ass a hard squeeze which earns me a moan. He starts blushing and I just smirk knowing I got what I wanted. As I feel him push back a little, I back up. Making my way to our room.

"So you're just going to leave me here with a boner?"

He shouts at me as I climb the stairs.

"Get a taste of your own medicine you little shit."

I shout back as I closed the door to our room.

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As we eat, dinner in a comfortable silence, I notice him glance at me from time to time, and everytime I catch him he blushes. Hard.

The next time he glanced at me I gave him a smirk and a wink, which makes him immediately look away and eat his food faster. Causing my smirk to turn to a wide smile.

As we finish eating dinner and wash the plates and clean the table. I noticed how late it actually is.

"I'm going to bed now. I just realized how late it is and I've had quite an eventful day. Good night."

I say as I start my walk towards our bedroom.

Y/n's pov

As I finish up tidying everything I heard Adrian shout, that he was going to bed. Along with a door closing, and the shower turning on. And I turn my attention towards the clock.

"It's already 9:30pm?"

'How long did it take for me to cook, and how long did we eat?' I thought to myself as I start turning off everything, making my way to the bedroom, entering, I prepare myself for bed. As I was about to lay on the bed with my white shirt and boxers, I hear the shower turning off. Then out comes Adrian with nothing but a towel around his waist. I couldn't help but stare at his sculpted body. 'Must be from being vigilante'.

"Like what you see? You know I can always just fuck you, right? All you have to do is ask."

He says with that stupidly cute grin of his. I just blush as he makes his way towards me now with a devious smirk on his face.

"Don't think I'll go easy on your ass with all the teasing you've been doing lately. And I think it's about time I show you what I think with all the teasing."

I was going to give this a smut ending but I couldn't decide. I can still do the smut ending tho, if anyone wants.

I need feedbacks too if possible, if anyone will even read this.

But here goes nothing, I only proofread this once.