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nanaslutt · 3 days ago

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World Cup champion <3

ʚ pairing: professional soccer player Gojo x reader

ʚ cont: established relationship, finger sucking, oral, reverse cowgirl, rough sex, soooo much dirty talk, dick piercing, praise kink

ʚ note: for @satoruenmayonoenabril winning my fic giveaway :) pls excuse any grammar mistakes >.< i hope u enjoy

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

"Oh fuck…" Gojo groaned, lazily stroking his hand through your hair as you lay between his legs and suck him off, one hand between your thighs to tend to your own burning need. His piercing on the underside of his cock scrapes your tongue, tingling your skin. You couldn't wait to feel that inside you, but after Gojo scored the final goal and secured the World Cup for his team, you needed to give him some special attention before easing your own pleasure.

Watching his skills on the field had been more than a turn on, especially when the camera tracked his skills with the ball, giving you a closeup of his serious face as he navigated across the field with expert focus.

"Ohhh my god baby right there-" He groaned when you paid special attention to his piercing, lavishing it with your tongue. "Yes, oh god I love you." He moaned when you rubbed your tongue side to side against the sensitive spot, making his head swim with pleasure.

Popping off his dick, a string of saliva connected you to the tip of his cock, and you used the wetness to stroke him off as you look up at him from between his thighs. His legs tremble with intense pleasure and his bas contracts under his pulled-up jersey as you jerk him in quick succession.

"You were so fucking amazing out there. You're so fucking strong, Toru." You praise, rubbing your thumb under the head of his cock.

Gojo groaned sliding his hand from your head down to your cheek to cradle it with gentleness. With his thumb, he pulled down your bottom lip, exposing the bottom row of your teeth, and bit his bottom lip when you darted your thumb out to take his thumb into your mouth to suck on like you did his cock.

"You're so good to me baby. Couldn't have done it without you, you know that? Found you every time I scored-" He cut himself off with a harsh groan when you took his thumb to the back of your throat and swallowed. "I found you in the crowd. You look so fucking pretty wearing my number, made me wanna win just to impress you."

You hum around his thumb as he slowly pulls it back out. His fingers find their way back into your hair, but he pulls you up, keeping you from taking him back into your mouth. The grip wasn't harsh, but it was full of subtle dominance that made the need between your legs throb.

He must've seen the desire to please him mingled with confusion in your eyes, because he smiled and pulled you towards him with a smile. "Much as I love your sweet little lips around my cock, I need to make you feel good baby."

Your bottom lip jut out in a pout as you placed your hands on his chest to study yourself, hovering over his obvious arousal standing tall between his sculpted thighs, bulging and tensing each time his cock throbbed, dripping arousal onto his stomach just under his jersey. "I want to worship you."

Gojo made a sound akin to a purr and held the back of your neck. Bringing your mouths together, the kiss was gentle but full of need. He shivered into the kiss when your tongue met his, only to pull back before he got too lost in it. "Worship me with this sweet cunt, hm?"

Lithe fingers snuck between your thighs and pressed against that bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs unexpectedly, making you jerk forward and scratch your nails into his chest, something his cock appreciated by jumping between you.

"Sit on my dick and fuck me, use me, baby, show me how hot watching me win the cup got you. That's how you can worship me, baby." His fingers that drew lazy circles against your clit slid down and teased your entrance. He swiftly took care of that ache, not leaving you waiting for long as he slid two fingers into your cunt, curling them upwards towards that sweet spot that had you seeing stars.

"Huh? Can you do that for me? Can you turn around and ride my cock n' let my piercing make that pussy feel good?" He leaned in, whispering against your ear as he fignerfucked you slowly, curling deep and hard, applying enough pressure to make you dizzy.

He nearly brought you to the brink with just a little touching. Him in his jersey acting so high off the win was doing things to your brain and your cunt, apparently, for fuck sake it felt like you were in heat.

You nodded against his head, slowly losing the strength in your legs the longer he pleased you. The tip of his cock teased where his fingers were buried inside you, and he hummed in appreciation as he removed his fingers and gripped his cock, slicking himself with your wetness.

"Turn around for me, princess." He whispered, to which you quickly obeyed.

Turning in his lap, your ass to him, you braced your hands on his thighs that bulged under your fingers as he rubbed his cockhead against your dripping entrance, teasing the both of you.

"Shit." He whistled, "Such a nice fucking view. I'm not gonna last long at all." He almost giggled before catching his cockhead against the ring of your cunt and slowly pushing in. The tip of his cock breached your hole, and you squeezed instinctually, ripping a groan and a full-body jerk and shutter from the man under you. "Oh god that feels good, you feel so good." He groaned as you slid down on him inch by inch until you were seated fully.

"Toru, fuck, you're so fucking big." You groaned, scratching his thighs as you rocked back and forth on his pelvis, adjusting to his size as he throbbed against your tight walls. "Love how you feel inside me."

Gojo gripped your hips tightly and shook. He held his breath behind you before exhaling loudly, almost sounding like a sigh of relief. "Can't say that shit to me right now, almost came. But I need you to move baby, need you to play with your clit while you ride me too because I'm really struggling not to fill you up right now."

You nod, not able to form words anymore as you lift yourself up and torturously slide back down. The both of you groan in unison when his piercing scrapes your insides so perfectly, turning your brain to mush.

The tempo picks up after that until you're practically slamming down on him with each thrust. The sounds of slapping and squelching sounds from where the two of you are connected drive you crazy, only fueling your thrusts.

"Goddd, tell me how it feels, tell me you like how I feel, baby, said it, tell me how my piercing feels so good inside you." Gojo grunted, thrusting his hips up against your ass to meet you thrust for thrust.

You nodded, rolling your hips in a circle on the downstroke, and Gojo whined behind you. "Love how you feel, I love when you fuck me, toru-" You moan, rubbing your clit furiously. "Love when my fucking world star gives it to me."

"Oh shiiiit." He cries, body writhing under you. His thighs are tense each time you drop onto them, and his sounds and thrusts are becoming more weak and pathetic, a telltale sign of his impending orgasm. His fingers dig into your hips and drive you down onto him when he began to lose strength, knocking the air from your lungs. "More, praise me more, baby, please." He grits through his teeth.

"Love-love how good you look in your jersey."

Groan.

"Love how I can feel you twitch inside me."

Whine.

"Love how h-hard you fuck me when you get close."

He thrusts hard, making sounds of agreement behind you. "So fucking close. So close. Need you to come with me right now. Are you playing with your clit?" He asks.

You nod, your hand becoming stiff where you're drawing tight circles against the hard little nub.

"How does it feel? Tell me how it feels to--oh my god--tell me how it feels to p-lay with yourself while you ride me."

You shake your head, unable to do much else but rock back and forth on his lap as your orgasm started to crest. Gojo did his best to thrust up into you, but his body was already so exhausted after playing all day, and his own orgasm was robbing the residual strength from him, but the grinding got the both of you there. "So good, w-wish it was your fingers."

The build reached its peak. "I'm-"

Gojo wrapped his arms around you from behind and yanked you back onto his chest. His jersey was rough against his back and smelled like sweat and him. Placing his feet on the beg and bending his knees, he fucked up into you furiously, grunting and moaning against the shell of your ear. "Me too."

That was the last thing he said before your high crashed over you, and pleasure unlike you've ever felt before wracked through your body and stole your mind, heart, and soul. You were on a different plane, but somehow still felt Gojo's thrusts still as his cock kicked against your walls, spilling his seed inside you.

You gasped coming down, vision blurred from such an intense high. Gojo similarly gasped behind you, holding you to his chest as he let his cock soften inside you following his orgasm. Arms still tight around your torso, he burred his neck into the crook of your neck and kissed the spot under your ear.

"Did you really think I looked hot today?" He whispered almost timidly, and you burst into laughter, turning your head so you could cup the side of his face and press a kiss to his temple.

"The hottest."

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madamechrissy · 7 hours ago

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Your first time riding Nanami Kento

Pairings- Nanami x F! reader

MDNI/NSFW- just smut tbh, Nanami calls reader darling, and a 'fuck toy', talking you through it, explicit sex, oral (f receiving) cum play, dirty talk

Nanami falls apart when you're on top of him for the first time, a man so dominant just loves to watch your tits bounce, your face fucked out, lips opening and emitting a gasp of pleasure. Nanami's big hands press into your hips, as you roll on his cock, walls convulsing as your thighs press against his hips.

"That's it, you're doing so good, darling..." He's murmuring, watching you work, seeing his cock disappearing in and out of your soaking wet little cunt, drooling across the soft pubic hair, making it glisten. "Fuck, look at you, riding me. Can you take all of it?"

"N-Nanami... is this... y-you sure..." You're struggling to take about half of his veiny length, stretching out your cunt, burning just a bit, but it feels so fucking good, so good you just stop for a moment, whining then."

"Do you need me to take over, pretty girl?" He whispers, leaning up then, as you brace your hands on his chest, well muscled and so defined.

"No, I w-wanna do it..." He's chuckling just a bit, strong abdomens tensing and flexing, cupping your face as he jerks his hips up so mean then, shoving his cock fully in- earning your gasp. "Mnh! F-fuck..."

"Feel her, she wants me to do the work, hmm?" You're laying on his chest, thin sheen of sweat between you both, when he holds your hips up, cock drenched with your arousal. "Want me to use you, like my pretty fuck toy?"

"P-please, Ken- ah!" Your eyes roll back again when he slams up into you, cock pushing so deep in your slick walls, and he's holding you up like it's nothing, pounding up into you. "Too much!"

"No, you can take it can't you, darling? Be a good little toy for me, would you?" He murmurs, lips glossy, latching onto a nipple as he shoves your hips down, his tip pressing against your cervix, a scream rips from your throat as you shatter, cumming all over him then. "That's it, good girl."

You're speechless, drooling as he keeps fucking up into you, holding you like you are just a little toy, hazel eyes lidded and dilated while you weakly cling to him. You wanted to try to take him this way, but feeling him take over is just too good.

"Cum again, would you, lemme feel you. There it is, let go." Nanami talks you right into your next orgasm, until you're a weak, trembling fucking mess, but he's not done, even as he pours his hot, gooey load in your quivering walls. He has you on your back, lapping his own cum out of you, as your hands grip silky locks, hips bucking up.

"Look how much cum you're wasting, tsk." He clicks his tongue just a bit, shoving two thick fingers in your drippy hole.

"God that feels s-so good..." Your breathy whisper earns his smirk, as he watches your pretty breasts rise and fall, feels your manicured nails against his scalp.

"I told you, you're a pillow princess." You manage a glare, but his tongue changes your mouth to a slutty O.

"Mnh! I tried to- Kento..." Your hips arch as he laps a string of that gooey white cum up, hitting your sensitive clit with his hot breath. "You just want me to be one!"

He chuckles, looking up at your pretty body, the bruises on your waist and hips, the white cum pouring out between puffy, sore lips, nipping your inner thigh. "Maybe I do."

♡ 💜 ♡︎

I miss writing for Nanami, so I had to do a lil drabble, should write more of him!

Edit - I didn't realize pillow princess was a LGBT term and didn't mean any harm by it 🫶🏻

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luv-lock · 1 day ago

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ㅤֹㅤ⊹ㅤ #ㅤALIEN GIRLㅤ.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☆⁠ PAIRING : Yandere Mark Grayson x Fem Qu Reader Part 2

☆⁠ HEADCANON : Mark knows you were weird. Cute but still weird. That's one of the reasons that he loves you... The thing is that he's your mate and mates make "babies"

☆⁠ WARNING : +18 smut, minors DNI, breeding kink? pregnancy.

☆⁠ NOTES : Qu is an alien species from the book All Tomorrows. You can learn more about her here. English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

Mark knew, on some level, that you weren’t normal.

But that never stopped him from loving you.

You were his, and that was all that mattered.

And well… it wasn’t like he was thinking much at all when you were looking at him with those wide, dazed eyes, lips slightly parted in confusion as he pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses down your stomach.

Not when he was between your legs, pressing your plush thighs apart, eyes locked on the glistening heat between them. You were already wet, slick coating your folds, and fuck—his mouth watered just looking at you.

Mark licked his lips. "You're so pretty, baby."

You blinked at him, tilting your head. "Mate…?"

His heart ached at how confused you looked. God, you really didn’t know anything, did you? His perfect, innocent pretty girl. All you understood was that he was yours and you were his, but everything else—well, he had to teach you.

That made his cock throb.

"I'm gonna make you feel good," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh.

Your brows furrowed. "But…?" You fidgeted, clearly unsure. "That… not for… making baby?"

Mark groaned. His hands squeezed your soft thighs, thumbs rubbing circles into your skin. You were so fucking cute. So perfect.

"I just wanna taste you," he said, voice hoarse. "Trust me, baby. You'll like it."

You made a small noise, still confused but trusting, and that was all he needed.

Mark licked a slow, teasing stripe over your folds, groaning at the taste of you. He felt you jolt, thighs twitching, a startled gasp leaving your lips.

"Mark!" Your fingers tangled in his hair, confused and overwhelmed.

Fuck. He needed to hear that again.

He latched onto your clit, sucking gently, and you whined, your whole body trembling. You were so sensitive. Every tiny movement of his tongue made you react, hips jerking, hands gripping him like he was your only anchor.

"You like that?" he murmured, lips brushing against you.

Your breath hitched. "Feel… strange…"

He chuckled, kissing your inner thigh. "Good strange?"

You hesitated, chest rising and falling rapidly. Then, shyly, you nodded.

That was all he needed.

Mark ate you out like a man starved. He licked, sucked, and kissed every inch of your dripping cunt, groaning every time you gasped or moaned his name. He wanted you like this forever—helpless, needy, completely at his mercy.

When he slid a finger inside you, your walls clenched so tight he nearly lost his mind.

"Fuck," he rasped. "You're so tight, baby. Gonna let me fuck you, yeah?"

You whimpered, clutching at his shoulders. "M-Mark…!"

He kissed you, swallowing your moans as he lined himself up. Your body clung to him, soft and warm, and when he finally pushed in—fuck—he nearly lost it.

You gasped, wrapping your legs around him, nails digging into his back. He could feel your walls fluttering around him, trying to pull him deeper, like your body knew he belonged there.

"Mine," he groaned, rocking his hips. "You're mine. Say it."

You whimpered, overwhelmed. "Y-Yours…! Mate…!"

"Good girl."

He started moving, slow at first, then rougher, deeper. He couldn’t help it. You felt too good. You were perfect—made for him, just like he’d always known.

And when he felt you tightening around him, trembling, gasping his name—he lost it.

He filled you up, holding you close, breathless and shaking.

You shivered, eyes blown wide as you felt it. Felt him spill inside you.

You liked that.

You really, really liked that.

Mark had no idea you were pregnant. Because you? You looked the same. No weird cravings. No morning sickness. Nothing. The only thing that changed was that you got even clingier. Mark would be sitting on the couch, and you’d crawl onto his lap. He’d be eating, and you’d steal his food. He’d be talking, and you’d lick his face to get his attention. "Babe—" "Warm." "Yeah, I know, but—Jesus Christ, stop biting my neck!" You were all over him. Touching him. Holding him. Curling up against him like he was your personal teddy bear. Mark, the horny dumbass that he was, did not question it. He just assumed you really, really liked sex.

Mark was completely, utterly, hopelessly in love with you. Which was really bad, because you weren’t human. You weren’t even close to human. And now? You were curled up against him, his. And Mark was happy. At least, until Nolan showed up. Nolan had just returned, stepping through the door, and then he saw you.

Mark should have known something was wrong the moment Nolan froze.

His father had seen a lot. Done a lot. But when he saw you his expression twisted.

"...Mark." His voice was tight. "Who is this?" Mark blinked. "Oh—uh, this is my girlfriend."

Nolan didn’t react. He just stared. At first, he didn’t know why, but something felt wrong. Something felt off. You were sitting on the floor in all fours, chewing on a fucking slipper. Like a feral animal. Mark sighed. "Baby, what did I say about chewing things?" You blinked up at him, slipper hanging from your mouth. "…No?" He groaned, rubbing his temples. Meanwhile, Nolan was staring at you. That was not a normal person.

Because something about you—about the way you moved, the way your eyes shined just a little too brightly—felt off. Unnatural. Dangerous. Mark didn’t notice. He just kept talking, completely oblivious. "She’s kinda weird, but she’s sweet, y’know? She doesn’t really get human stuff, but she’s learning. Right, babe?" You looked up, smiling, before biting his finger. Mark sighed. "Yeah, she does that." He didn’t say anything at first. Just watched. Observed. And then, later that night, he did some digging. And when he finally found what you were? He froze. Because you weren’t just some alien girl. You were a Qu. A Queen. The stories—the horrors—he read about your species made his blood run cold. Qu were monsters. Galactic horrors. They didn't care about power, they didn't care about respect or fear. They did not form relationships. They did not love. They consumed.

A species so terrifying that the universe pretended they were extinct. A species that rewrote DNA like a child scribbling over a book. A species where the queen ate its own males.

The next time he saw you, Nolan barely concealed his unease. Mark had left the room for a moment, and he turned to you, his voice low. "You can stop pretending now." You blinked. And then—your entire posture shifted. You sat up straight, spine elegant, hands resting in your lap. Your eyes—normally soft and stupid—were cold. Expressionless. Your lips curled into something that wasn’t a smile. "Oh?" You hummed. "Figured it out, did you?" Nolan didn’t react. "I know what you are." You chuckled. Soft. Delicate. But it did not reach your eyes. "And what will you do, Nolan Grayson?" You tilted your head. "Kill me?" He said nothing. You leaned in, voice gentle. "Try it." And then—your voice turned sweet. "I will rip the flesh from your bones. I will wear you as a coat and sit on a throne made of your ribs. I will fill your lungs with your own bile and make a feast of your insides. You will watch, helpless, as I unravel every nerve in your body, plucking each one like the strings of a violin." You smiled. Soft. Sweet. "And when I’m done? I will hand your skull to your son as a gift." Nolan stiffened. A chill ran down his spine. Because he knew—he knew—you weren’t lying. You meant every word. And when Mark returned, grinning at you like a dumbass, you immediately returned to your adorable, brainless self. "Mark!" You climbed onto his back, nuzzling into his neck. "Miss." He laughed, holding you. "I was gone for two minutes." You pouted. "Long. No like." Nolan could only watch. And the worst part? Mark had no idea what you really were.

He didn’t notice you were pregnant. You never told him. You didn’t get sick. You didn’t act any different. You still followed him around, still sat in his lap, still licked his face when you were happy. But then, one day, as you were lying on the couch, Mark paused. "...Are you getting fat?" Your head snapped toward him, eyes wide. Mark immediately realized his mistake. "WAIT—WAIT—WAIT—DON’T GET MAD—" But you just blinked. Looked down at yourself. Then poked at your stomach with curiosity. "...Fat?" Mark swallowed. Oh, shit. You were never concerned about your body before. Hell, you barely even cared about clothes. But now? Now, you were poking your stomach like it was an alien parasite. Mark gulped. "Uh… yeah, just a little?" You tilted your head. Thought for a long moment. Then shrugged. "Good." Mark blinked. "Wait… that’s it?" You hummed. "No care. Body… change." "...What does that mean?" You just smiled. Mark didn't like that smile.

— MASTERLIST ☆

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steveslevis · 1 day ago

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have you ever tried this one?

azriel x innocent!reader

summary: azriel is very experienced in the romance department and you're not. well, that is until you're introduced to the world of nesta's favorite book genre and everything changes.

warnings: horny!az x innocent!reader!!!, shadow bondage, praise kink, PIV, mentions of smutty books, mentions of nessian’s unintentional exhibitionism, size kink/big dick az, overstimulation, orgasm denial

word count: 6.1k

Curled up on the loveseat next to the fireplace at the far end of your reading room at the House of Wind, you’re too entranced by the book in front of you to notice the two Illyrians who sneak in.

It isn’t until a shadow swirls around your wrist that you’re broken from your trance, which is quickly followed by the book in your hands being snatched up quickly.

“Hey!” you cry out with a frown as your eyes finally come up to meet your mate’s as he stands in front of you next to Cassian, as he smirks down at the book he stole from your grasp. “I just got to the best part.”

“Ohh, are they about to fuck?” Cassian chuckles, snatching the book from Azriel’s hand to skim the page you’re on.

“N—No,” you say sheepishly with a furrowed brow, sitting up quickly as your cheeks flush red at his question. “They just admitted their feelings for each other and kissed.”

Cassian frowns over at you as he finishes reading the page, visibly disappointed by the lack of steaminess in your book. “You’re a very different reader than Nes is.” he remarks, handing you the book once again.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you question innocently.

“I mean, the books she reads…they’re very detailed if you know what I mean.” the male retorts with a smirk, “They really get her going, and I thank the Cauldron for them every day.”

You open your mouth to ask him more, but your mate plopping down next to you on the loveseat stops you in your tracks.

“Ignore him, sweetheart.” he says softly, pulling your legs into his lap as he massages your calves gently. “He’s being crude.”

“Yeah, sure.” Cassian chuckles, grinning wildly. “If you really wanna know about them, you can ask Nesta. She’d be happy to introduce you to the world of highly inappropriate books anytime.”

Azriel shoots Cassian a warning glare as your blush deepens, your eyes wide with curiosity as the male throws his hands up in defeat before retreating from the room. Before you can say anything on the matter, Azriel reaches a hand up to stroke your cheek, leaning over to kiss your forehead simultaneously.

“Did you have a good day, love?” he says in a quiet voice to change the subject, thumb running along your cheek while smiling at you.

“Pretty good,” you mumble, forgetting about your book once more in favor of climbing up into your mate’s lap. “Just spent most of the day reading and napping by the fire.”

“Hmm, just pretty good? That sounds like your idea of a perfect day.” he hums against the soft skin of your neck, trailing kisses along the smooth expanse.

“I am on my second book of the day, so it’s been pretty successful if I do say so myself.” you giggle, running your hands through his hair while leaning into his touch. His hand running along your thigh, toying with the hem of your dress makes you shiver, your hips involuntarily leaning into his as you do. “H—How was your day?” you question, trying to ignore how flustered he makes you feel.

“Boring, I missed you too much.” he murmurs shortly, breathing in your scent as he leans in to nip at your neck, his hands holding your hips in place when you unconsciously grind yours against his. “Thought about coming home and spending all day with you instead of being stuck in Windhaven.”

You giggle when his teeth graze your neck, skin heating as drinks you in. “Missed you too, Azzy.” you say quietly while reaching for his face, your hand hooking under his chin to pull his lips away from your neck and up to your own.

Your lips are plush and warm against his as you run your fingers through his hair. A small whimper sounds as he tugs at your bottom lip with his teeth, surprised by the eagerness from the male. The tiny noise is enough to drive Azriel wild, but he controls himself for your sake. He wants nothing more than to rip the little sage cotton dress you’re wearing to shreds and pull you onto his cock, to have you ride his length until you’re a crying mess, but he makes no such advances.

Though the two of you have been mated for over three years now, you’re still as shy as the day he met you, still just as meek when it comes to sex as you were on the day he first kissed you. Sure, you’d bedded males prior to being with Azriel, but you’d never actually been with someone who took the time to make sure you were taken care of first. You’d never even experienced an orgasm before being with him, so the world of sex was essentially brand new once you’d accepted the bond. Azriel was worlds more experienced than you and you knew it, but he never minded taking things slow, not with you. He enjoyed taking his time and taking in every single inch of you, enjoyed making sure you were satisfied and drawing those sweet little sounds out of your pretty little lips when you’d cum for him.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t thought about doing more for your mate, you knew he was always holding back with you, knew he was treating you like a fragile doll that was ready to break. You’d been fine with that for quite a while, but things had changed recently. Within the last few weeks, you’d craved more and more from him, craved the rough touch and sharp tongue you knew were hidden behind that sweet facade he always put on for you. You didn’t want him to hold back anymore. But in all reality, you didn’t know how to reciprocate and make things interesting for him, so you stuck with your simple, basic manners of affection for now.

You’re pulled from your thoughts when one of Azriel’s hands snakes from your waist towards your breast, groping at it through the thin cloth of your dress. You gasp against his lips and he chuckles, thumb rolling along your pebbled nipple gently.

“A–Az…” you mutter as you pull away from the kiss, your cheeks flushing a deep shade of maroon, “We–We can’t, not in here…”

As much as you wanted to, you’d never done anything like this in any place other than in your shared bed. You’d be downright embarrassed if someone caught you in such a public place…that was the fuzzy feeling in your chest that you were feeling right now, embarrassment, wasn’t it?

“Hmm, why not?” he says, feigning a frown as he peers at you with darkening hazel eyes, “It is your reading room, after all. You should be able to do whatever you want in your own room.”

Azriel typically stopped as soon as you expressed your apprehension to him, but he could feel the heat radiating from your body, could smell the arousal on you as he teased you. He knew you well, he knew you wanted this just as much as him.

“Az,” you say with a breathless giggle, burying your face in his shoulder as he tries to coax it out of you.

“What love?” he coos, gently angling his hips up into yours to earn a strained moan from you, “Just tell me what you want. We can do whatever you want.”

Before you can even think about what you really want, there’s a harsh knock against the threshold of the open door. “Dinner, lovebirds.” Nesta says bluntly, walking past the room without another word.

There’s still the ghost of a smirk on Azriel’s lips as you look up at him, eyes wide and cheeks flushed as you think about even getting caught in your mate’s lap in the reading room. He leans over then to kiss you quickly before pulling the two of you to your feet, shadows smoothing out the skirts of your dress as his fingers intertwine with yours.

“We’ll finish this conversation later, hmm?” he murmurs, smiling down at you sweetly as you nod feverishly, trying to compose yourself before making your way downstairs.

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You decide to change up your lounging location the next day, opting to read in the drawing room of the House of Wind instead of your private quarters, in hopes that you’ll get the courage to stop Nesta if she makes her way downstairs.

If you were being honest, you hadn’t stopped thinking about Cassian’s suggestion from the day before, about him telling you to ask his mate about the world of highly inappropriate books.

Sure, the books you read were fun, but from the looks of it, the books that Nesta read were highly influential in her love life, and Cassian definitely benefited from her reading them. The thought of the time you’d accidentally walked into the kitchen one evening for a midnight snack and had actually run into the two of them tangled in each other came to your mind when you thought of it. How Cassian had Nesta bent over the kitchen island, one large hand gripping the meat of her ass while the other was snaked around her neck as he pounded into her mercilessly from behind. How you remembered him muttering extremely foul words in her ear, mumbling about ‘Is this how they did it in the book, huh? Is this how you wanted me?’.

You thanked the Cauldron that neither of them had seen you that night, and that you were able to slip out of the room before you were heard. But that didn’t mean that the vision wasn’t etched into your brain and didn’t replay in your thoughts every once in a while.

Luckily for you, Nesta did decide to make her way to the drawing room in the early afternoon, a handful of her infamous books in hand. She silently sits on the loveseat opposite to you, offering you company in your reading time.

“I’ve never seen you reading down here,” she remarks bluntly before opening one of her books, raising her brow at you when you give her a shy smile.

“I just thought I’d switch it up today, I’ve been cooped up in my reading room for a while.” you say as nonchalantly as possible, though it’s not a complete lie, you had been meaning to find a new reading spot for a few weeks now.

Nesta sees right through the thinly-veiled half lie, a smirk playing on her lips. It’s then that you know that Cassian definitely told her about your reaction to his suggestion.

“Are you sure that’s all? You sure you weren’t waiting for me to come downstairs too?” she implores, sharp eyes honed in on your wide ones. “A little bat might’ve told me that you’re potentially interested in some…new reading material.”

You flush at her words, cheeks hot as she gives you a knowing smirk. Your silence is enough for her to know your true answer, so she takes the opportunity to extend two of the books to you. Hesitantly, you take them, placing them in your lap as you study the titles–Fire and Desire and Cloaked in Shadows–before looking back up at her. Nesta looks at you expectantly, as if she’s waiting for you to open them and test the waters.

You carefully open Fire and Desire to a random page, and your eyes nearly bulge out of your head at the words.

“Gods, look at that,” Manon moaned, sharp nails trailing along the swell of her new pet’s peaked nipple, “look how well you take my fingers, such a needy slut.”

The girl whines desperately, bucking her hips wildly as Manon adds another finger and circles her clit with her thumb. The witch kisses down her neck, leaving bruising marks along the exposed skin so everyone knows she’s hers, that she’s theirs.

“P–Please, Masters, I’m so–so close.” she begs, eyes welling up with tears as she stares at the witch; she’s desperate for release, but she can’t get there until they say so.

“What do you think, princeling?” Manon says in a teasing tone after feigning contemplation, fingers never relenting in the female’s dripping cunt.

Dorian stands behind the females, a smirk on his lips as he watches, hands falling onto the girls’ hips to press his ever-hard length against her. A half-surprised gasp falls from her lips when the prince’s hand grips her throat, squeezing lightly as she grinds back against his cock.

“I think she’s earned her right to cum, but, not just yet.” he says with a smirk, Manon grins wickedly at him as his free hand travels to the girl’s ass, “I think I want her to cum while you continue to finger her sweet cunt and I’ll take her in the ass–”

“Oh–that one’s mine.” Nesta’s words pull you from your trance, snatching the book from your hands hastily. “Sorry, I meant to give you this one instead.” she says with a wry chuckle, handing you another one called The Archer’s Attraction. “That one and Cloaked in Shadows are much more beginner friendly. Still very heated, but much better for your tastes.”

You’re almost too flustered to open the other books, but your interest is well past piqued now. So, you opt to flip to a random page of The Archer’s Attraction to see if this one is any better.

Luna is straddling Enos’ chest, hips bucking in overstimulation as he tugs her further and further up his body until she’s hovering over his mouth. His tongue lashes out then, licking a stripe up her core to make her shout in pleasure. He smirks up at her, lips glistening with her arousal as his fingers slide through her folds to lazily pump into her.

Tears shine in her eyes as she tries to free her hands that are bound behind her back, writhing under his touch.

“I know, I know it, sweetheart.” he coos condescendingly, rubbing soothing circles on her hip as she quietly begs for him to let up. “Is it too much? The little slut can’t take it anymore?”

She thinks for a moment, silent turmoil in her mind as she thinks through her next words. She wants nothing more than for him to keep going, but she needs his cock more than anything. Needs him to pound into her and take full control, she needs more than his tongue and his fingers.

“N–Need you, Enos.” she whines, pouting down at the dark-eyed male.

“Has your brain gone to mush with just two orgasms?” he chuckles, “ Silly little girl, you have me right here, and I’ll give you what you want after I take what I want from you, okay?”

Luna nods quickly, hips jerking when his fingers begin their slow attack on her core.

“Good girl, now sit on my face and cum one more time and I’ll give you my cock.”

You can feel Nesta’s smirk before you even look up from the novel, all too aware of the tiniest gasp you let out upon reading the last sentence. This time, the gasp wasn’t from true shock, but from intrigue instead.

“Is that one more your speed?” she laughs as you close the book, you meekly nod at the female, “Well good, it’s yours to keep if you want it. Read away, I’m sure Az will be more than happy to oblige if you find anything you enjoy in there.”

Nesta immediately turns back to her own book, leaving you to read in silence next to her. Instead of asking one of the million questions you have floating through your mind at the moment, you decide to open The Archer’s Attraction to the first page and begin reading. You’re almost immediately hooked, the romance and tension between the two main characters draws your hopeless romantic heart in as soon as you’re through the first chapter.

There’s definitely not a lack of heated scenes throughout the book, and each one leaves you with blushed cheeks and an ache in your stomach. The dominant personality of the male, Enos, is what really gets you, though. Each scene with him and Luna has you desperate for more of his foul mouth. Your mind races as you think of what it would be like for Azriel to talk to you like that, to let him take control and let him degrade you if he wants to.

The majority of the day slips away from you quickly as you finish the book at record speed, desperate to feed the burning desire in the pit of your stomach with each turning page.

By the time you reach the last page, the sun is low in the sky and the drawing room is dimly lit only by fae lights littered around the ceiling. Nesta is still deeply engrossed in her own book on the opposite couch when you look up, but looks up soon after with a knowing grin.

“How was it?” she questions with a raised brow, shutting her own book after stuffing the bookmark in.

“So good,” you giggle, setting The Archer’s Attraction on the table next to her other books.

“Oh, keep it. Re-read it as many times as you’d like.” she offers with a smirk. “And if you grow tired of those two in the next day or need some more inspiration, my personal library is open to you at any time. You know where to find it.”

You smile at the silver-eyed woman while mumbling a thanks to her, and she actually shoots you a genuine smile in return before turning back to her own book.

You excuse yourself quietly after that, slipping from the drawing room to make your way up to your bedroom with your new books in hand. Your body feels like it’s on fire as you set the books down on your bedside, mind racing as you think about all of the new and exciting things you want to try with your mate.

To distract yourself while you wait for him to return, you nearly float into the en-suite bathroom to prepare for bed. Excitement flows through you while you brush your hair and clean up. At some point during your flurry of emotions, you inevitably tug on that bond connecting your soul to Azriel’s, and he in turn tugs back as you’ve finished changing into your favorite silk slip and are curling up under the covers.

One of his shadows slithers into the bedroom then, snaking up your arm and toward your ear. Home late, trouble in Autumn. Don’t wait up, the shadow whispers to you. Your excitement stills then, sadness replacing the warmth in your chest since he won’t be home for quite a while.

You know to heed the shadow’s warning and decide not to wait up for him, knowing he might not even be home until dawn if things go awry with Beron. So, you nestle into the blankets and try your best not to think about the arousal swirling in your stomach as you attempt to fall asleep.

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Moonlight filters in through the window as you feel the bed dip behind you, a sign that your beloved mate is finally home. You aren’t sure if what time it is, but know it’s sometime in the dead of night when you peer outside. An arm snakes around your waist slowly then and you groan lightly, rolling over in Azriel’s arms to face him.

He frowns down at you then as your tired eyes begin to flutter open, obviously disappointed in himself for not being able to sneak in successfully without waking you.

“Az…” you mumble, reaching a hand up to stroke his cheek gently.

“Shh, sweetheart. I’m sorry I woke you.” he coos, his own hand resting on the curve of your hip as you inch closer to him. “Go back to sleep, love.”

You only whine in protest then, becoming all too aware of the pit of arousal that’s been brewing in your gut since the morning. Your arms weakly push at him and he chuckles quietly, adjusting to where he’s laying flat on his back for you. It’s not an unusual sleepy request from you, as you often sleep on top of the large male’s chest when you’ve missed him.

You don’t lazily flop down on his chest like you usually do, though. Instead, you straddle his hips and pull yourself up to his lips, kissing him slowly. Azriel’s brow furrows as you wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the tired kiss without a word of explanation. Your hips are pressed firmly against his as you grind into him, making the male grunt in surprise at the feeling.

“Sweetness, what are you doing?” he murmurs against your lips, hands falling subconsciously onto your hips to keep you in place on his lap.

“Need you, Az.” you almost whimper as your hands snake towards the waistband of his boxers. It’s in this moment that you thank the Cauldron that he doesn’t like to sleep in anything other than underwear.

“Need me?” he questions, one side of his mouth quirking up in a smirk as you sit yourself up to look at him properly, waiting for his approval before hastily tugging his boxers off. The look in your eyes is tired but desperate, one he hasn’t seen from you in a while. He can smell the arousal swirling around you as you stare down at him, your lips pulling into the slightest pout as you nod. “Alright, I guess I can’t say no to that when I left you alone all night.”

Your eyes flicker with excitement as he speaks, need roiling deep within your stomach again. He grips your hips more firmly then, attempting to roll you off of him so he can put you onto the bed underneath him, but you don’t budge. He raises a brow at you, but doesn’t protest as he watches closely as your hands finally push the waistband of his boxers down enough to free his cock. In your time mated to the male, you’d never been on top, never ridden him before. You’d always been afraid that the new position might hurt, that you might fuck something up. But after reading about it, you couldn’t get the image of riding his cock out of your mind, feeling so full of him as you cry out his name, it’s the only thing in your brain. You need this.

Azriel props himself up on his elbows while you stare down at his cock, eyes wide with need as you fist the length slowly. You’ve always struggled to take his full, thick length, so you know it’s going to be a challenge to ride him, but you’re up for it.

“Let me get you prepped first, sweetheart.” he suggests, knowing the inner turmoil in your eyes too well.

You shake your head adamantly at his words, pouting up at him. “Need you now, Az.” you retort, essentially begging to ride him as you continue to stroke his hard cock.

“Are you sure you want it like this?” He questions, groaning when you squeeze the length perfectly in response before nodding weakly at you before moving to sit up slowly. “Let me at least help you then, okay?” he says, adjusting the two of you so you’d be able to easily slide down on his length while using his upper body to balance, his back resting against the headboard.

You’re silent as Azriel guides you back onto his lap, watching closely as you grip his cock to line it up with your core. You look up at him when you slide the tip between your dripping folds, revelling in the way he nearly growls when you tease him. A small, yet devious smile is on your face before you begin to sink onto his length, gasping as he fills you perfectly.

“Fuck, sweetheart.” Azriel grunts, hands holding your hips like a vice as he slowly pushes you down onto him. “That’s it, love. Fuck, you feel so good.”

It takes almost a full minute for you to get fully sheathed onto his large cock, tears pricking your eyes as you bottom out, feeling so fucking full but so fucking good.

“Hey, hey,” he says quickly when he notices the tears in the corners of your eyes, hands falling from your hips to cup your cheeks as he frowns, “are you okay, sweetness? Is it too much?”

“N–No,” you say firmly, raising your hips slowly to ride his length. “It—I feel so full. It feels so—so good.”

Azriel watches you with wonder-filled eyes as you start to bounce on his lap, unable to hold back the moans that fall from your lips as you do. He’s quick to wonder what’s gotten into you, what made you so needy today while he was gone. But he doesn’t dare to ask in case he ruins the moment. He lets you take the lead, enjoying the view.

“So tight, sweetheart. Your sweet cunt feels so good, squeezing my cock so perfectly.” he praises in a low voice, eyes clouded with lust as his hands wander over your body slowly.

Your glassy, tear-brimmed eyes light up at his praise, as if his words spur you on even more, and you speed up your hips. You look down between your bodies, core clenching as you watch Azriel’s cock sliding into you easily with every bound. As you stare, his hand comes into view as it slides between your legs, finding your clit with ease to heighten your pleasure. A hedonistic sob leaves your lips then, making Azriel chuckle at your reaction.

“G—Gods, Az.” you whimper, whipping your head up to look at him again, noting how his hazel eyes have gone nearly black with lust. “F—Feels so good. Wanna—Wanna cum on your cock like this.”

A smirk passes over Azriel’s face as you continue to whine and buck your hips frantically, watching you with rapt fascination. He’s never seen you act like this in your time together, and he’s especially shocked that you all but pounced on him as soon as he entered the room this evening.

“Good girl, such a good girl for me.” he says experimentally in a low voice, watching your face for your reaction. His words seem to spur you on even more, you grip his shoulders like a vice as you pick up your pace on his length, babbling under your breath in between moans.

“Look at you, riding my cock so well. Should’ve had you do this a long time ago, sweetness.” he praises, continuing his assault on your clit as you stare at him with wide, glassy eyes. “You gonna cum on my cock like this, sweetheart? Gonna be a good slut and take my cum?”

Your hips stutter almost imperceptibly before picking back up again, shocked by his foul words and the way they make your stomach churn with desire.

“Y–Yes, want you to fill me up, Az.” you whine.

“Keep riding me like this and I’ll fill you up soon enough, love.” he mumbles with a smirk while moving his hands to grip your waist, guiding you to move even quicker up and down his length.

You whimper at the loss of pressure on your clit, but a gasp of surprise falls from your lips when you feel a cold, wispy tendril make its way to your core to replace its master’s fingers. Your heart races as you look down to see shadows snaking around your midsection and between your thighs, focusing on your clit as Azriel pulls you down onto his cock frantically. He’d never let his shadows participate in the bedroom with you, so the sudden sensation is enough to send you tumbling straight to the edge.

“That’s it, sweetness.” Az groans, a smirk plastered on his face as he stares at you, “Such a good girl, so tight around my cock. I know you’re close, love, go ahead and make a mess of my cock.”

His words of praise are your undoing, finally letting the pleasure roiling in your gut come to a head. You let out a loud shout of pleasure as your walls flutter around his cock, hips stuttering as Azriel continues to guide you along his length. The male continues to murmur words of praise as you come down from your high, refusing to let you out of his grip as you squirm against him.

“Just a little longer, love.” he coos as he watches you writhe in his lap. “Just–Just give me a second and I’ll give you what you need from me.”

Your eyes are wide and brimming with tears of pleasure as you stare at your mate, watching as something animalistic takes over as he adjusts you on top of him. He situates you to where you don’t have to move up and down anymore, opting to thrust up into your dripping cunt to reach his own high. One of his hands reaches for your clit once more, rubbing tight circles against it as he holds you in place with his other hand. You try to squirm out of his touch then, overstimulation sending a jolt of electricity to your core, but his firm grip doesn’t let you budge.

“A–Az!” you cry out, taking in the details of his face as he stares at you with lust-filled eyes. “I–I can’t.”

“Do you want my cum, sweetness?” he questions, never breaking as he searches your eyes for any sign of true hesitation but finding none when you nod at him quickly. “Then you’ll take what I give you and cum with me like a good little girl, alright?”

You’d truly made something snap within Azriel by riding him tonight, forever changing your dynamic for the better it seemed. The look in his eyes is domineering but still filled with awe, watching as you nod feverishly at his request. A deep chuckle falls from his lips and arousal swirls in your stomach all over again.

“C’mon, sweetheart.” he coaxes, pressing his fingers into your clit again, “I know you’re close again, so cum with me, baby.”

A loud shout of pleasure falls from your lips as the first wave of your second orgasm washes over you, while Azriel shudders beneath you. His grip on your waist forces you down finally, fully sheathed on his length as his release coats your fluttering walls.

“Good girl, that’s it, take everything I give you.” Azriel praises, pupils blown as he stares at you intently, taking in every detail of your pleasure-filled expression. “Such a good girl for me.”

Once his grip on your waist loosens, you collapse onto Azriel’s chest with a loud whimper. He continues to coo in your ear as you come down from your high, his hands rubbing soothing circles along your back as you fight sleep on top of him.

You don’t know how long it’s truly been when your eyes flutter open again, but you’re no longer in your mate’s lap, but lying face down on the bed as he runs a wet cloth between your thighs to clean you up while continuing to murmur praises to you. He slides into the bed next to you after finishing his cleanup, pulling you against his side when he sees you look up at him.

“Hi,” he says in a low voice, one hand coming up to smooth your hair down.

“Hi,” you reply softly, nuzzling into his side.

“Wanna talk about what just happened?” he suggests, a small smirk playing on his lips.

“No, not tonight.” you giggle, a blissful smile on your lips as you rest your head on his chest and let your eyes flutter closed. “That’s a conversation for another time when I’m not out of it like I am right now.”

“Alright, love.” he chuckles, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Rest up.”

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Everything about your relationship with Azriel changes after that night, and it’s definitely for the better.

You become damn near insatiable, which makes sense considering you’ve continued to read Nesta’s books instead of your own for the entire week. Every book inspires you to try something new with your mate, who never complains, only takes it in stride as he watches you turn into someone just as horny as him.

Azriel has never experienced anything like this sudden switch-up in his five hundred years, but he definitely cannot complain.

He’s gotten to fuck you in the shower, pounded into you while you bent over the arm of the chaise in your reading room, ate you out on the kitchen counter in the middle of the night, fingered you at the dining table on an evening that it was only you two, and even had you crawl under his desk to cockwarm him with your sweet mouth while he was working late one night.

To say he’s been pleasantly surprised by your eagerness would be an understatement, but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t questioned the reasoning behind it at all. The question has been eating away at him slowly, but he hasn’t found the perfect time to ask until right now.

Currently, you’re laying in your shared bed, hands bound behind your back with shadows as your face is buried in the sheets, your ass in the air as he stands behind you.

Azriel has been edging you for a good hour at this point, but only because you asked him to, you wanted to try it out.

Your thighs are shaking, tears brimming in your eyes as you crane your neck to look at the male behind you. His eyes are dark with lust as he looks down at you, a smirk playing on his lips while one hand reaches for your core, fingers swirling against your clit at an agonizingly slow pace.

“A–Az,” you whimper, trembling under his touch, “P–Please, I–I need to–to cum, please.”

“Yeah? My little slut has had enough?” he coos in a demeaning tone, chuckling darkly as you nod feverishly at him. “Alright, you poor thing. I’ll let you cum on my cock if you tell me something, okay?”

You nod again, eager to do anything to please your mate now. You look at him expectantly with wide, glassy eyes, waiting for his question.

“What’s made you so insatiable this week, huh?” Azriel questions in a low voice, sliding two fingers into your heat with ease while twisting his hand so his thumb can stroke your clit. “What’s gotten into you? Last week, you were my shy sweetheart, but you’ve turned into a horny little bunny this week. What changed, sweetness?”

“I–I, fuck.” you whine, hips bucking involuntarily as you squeeze your eyes shut to focus on anything other than Azriel’s fingers pumping into you. “I–I started reading some of Nesta’s b–books and got–got inspired.”

“Is that so?” he chuckles, his fingers coming to a halt buried deep in your cunt makes you cry out in frustration. “Have I helped you fulfill your fantasies about some of those horny little scenes you’ve been reading about?”

“Y–Yes!” you whine, pressing your hips into his hand as he stays still behind you. “Y–You definitely have.”

“Next time, I’ll have to have you read your favorite scenes to me and see how well I can help recreate them for you, yeah?” he teases, finally pulling his fingers from your heat as he positions himself between your thighs, “But right now, I think you’ve been teased enough and deserve your reward. Cum on my cock whenever you’re ready, sweetness.”

A sob falls from your lips as his cock finally nudges into you, your whole body shaking from the pent-up pleasure. You nearly black out when he bottoms out, one hand snaking around to tease your clit as you cry beneath him.

It doesn’t take you long to reach your high, especially after being teased mercilessly for over an hour now. Your walls flutter around his cock, making Azriel groan, following close behind you in his own release, being so turned on by the process of edging you that it takes him all of ten strokes with you milking his cock to coat your walls with his cum.

“F–Fuck, sweetheart.” he groans as you both come down from your high, pulling out of you slowly as you all but collapse onto the bed when his shadows release you from their hold. “Who would’ve thought you being my little bookworm would pay off so well?”

A small giggle falls from your lips as he leans down to kiss your cheek.

“There’s plenty more where this came from, don’t worry.” you say tiredly as he pulls you into his chest and peppers your face with kisses.

“Can’t wait, sweetness.”

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ᨳ♡₊➳ jjk men with a s/o who has social anxiety

ᨳ♡₊➳ feat. gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji

ᨳ♡₊➳ crack, fluff

₊⊹. Satoru Gojo

Gojo is, hands down, the worst person to have around when you have social anxiety because he’s the human equivalent of putting your phone on max brightness in a dark room. Subtlety? Never met her. He thinks the best way to help you “get over” your anxiety is to throw you directly into situations that terrify you—which is objectively the worst way to handle it, but he’s Gojo, so logic does not apply.

“Just talk to them! What’s the worst that could happen?” he says, as if your brain hasn’t already created 19,294 possible worst-case scenarios in the last three seconds.

But if he sees you really panicking, he does become your ultimate human shield. He will talk so much and so loudly that no one will even notice you’re in the room. He’s like a one-man hype squad—dramatically introducing you to people, telling fake stories about how you once saved a baby from a burning building (??), and physically spinning you around like a confused sim to “showcase” you to others.

He also thinks he can fix your anxiety with money. You’re nervous? BOOM—he just bought the entire café so no one else can be there while you order. Scared of talking on the phone? Don’t worry, he hired a personal assistant to do all your calls. You get anxious at big events? Guess what—you’re now watching the concert alone in a VIP skybox, courtesy of Satoru “I Have No Concept of Boundaries” Gojo.

₊⊹. Suguru Geto

Unlike Gojo, Geto actually listens when you say you have social anxiety. He’s your calm, soothing presence who always has your back. If you’re at a social event, he stays close, and does all the talking for you.

Someone pressures you into talking? Geto immediately places a protective hand on your shoulder and effortlessly takes over. “Ah, they don’t feel like talking right now. You understand, don’t you?” (Read: You better understand, or you will be dealt with.)

Geto has zero problems with being your designated spokesperson. If you need something from the waiter but are too anxious to ask, Geto just lifts a lazy hand and orders for you like it’s second nature. And if you ever need an excuse to leave somewhere, he straight-up lies for you.

He always notices when you start getting overwhelmed, even when you try to play it cool. “Do you need a break?” “You wanna go home?” “I can fake an emergency if you need an out.” He has 10 different exit strategies prepared at all times.

He also gaslights you into confidence (in a good way). If you say, “Ugh, I was so awkward,” he immediately replies, “No, you were mysterious and cool.” He refuses to let you spiral.

₊⊹. Kento Nanami

Nanami takes your anxiety very seriously and does research to figure out how best to help you. He probably has a folder of PDFs titled “How to Support Someone With Social Anxiety,” and he reads all of them.

He notices you struggling in conversations and subtly steps in, redirecting attention away from you without making it obvious. He also has the unique skill of making excuses for you so smoothly that even you believe them. He never forces you into situations that make you uncomfortable. If you don’t want to go somewhere, he’ll just stay home with you—no questions asked.

He also takes over any “adult” interactions you dread. Need to call and schedule an appointment? Nanami’s already dialing. Don’t want to talk to a stranger? He steps in like a well-paid lawyer. You once told him that you hate making returns at stores because the confrontation stresses you out. Next thing you know, he’s standing at the counter, receipt in hand, calmly saying, “This item was defective. We’d like a refund.” The cashier is terrified. You’re in awe.

At restaurants, he’ll call the waiter over if you’re too nervous. At events, he’ll stand in front of you like a personal barrier so you don’t feel exposed. And if someone talks too much or makes you uncomfortable, he stares at them until they wither away into dust.

Nanami never makes you feel bad for being anxious. He just accepts you as you are and adapts accordingly.

₊⊹. Choso Kamo

Choso, bless his soul, does not understand social anxiety, but he understands you—and that’s enough for him. The first time you explain it, he just blinks slowly. “So… you feel like dying when you talk to people?” You nod. He nods back, solemn. “Okay. I will protect you.”

He takes this very seriously. If he senses your discomfort, he physically puts himself between you and the offending person, staring them down like a guard dog. Someone talks too much and won’t let you leave? Choso suddenly appears behind you like a horror movie villain, towering and unsmiling. “They don’t want to talk anymore.” You swear you hear boss music.

He thinks hand-holding is the solution to all your problems. If you’re anxious, he just grabs your hand—even in situations where it’s unnecessary. Grocery store? Holding hands. Walking through a park? Holding hands. Sitting next to each other in silence? Holding hands. It’s like his instinctual support system.

He also never pressures you to be social. If you don’t want to go somewhere, he just stays home with you. You could literally say, “I’m too anxious to go outside today,” and he’d nod and say, “Understandable. We stay inside forever now.”

Choso also becomes way too invested in your coping mechanisms. You once told him that looking at your phone makes you feel less awkward, so now, if you ever get anxious, he just wordlessly hands you his phone. No explanation. No context. Just here, take it. It’s always open to some weird Google search like “How do birds know how to fly if nobody teaches them?"

You love him so much.

₊⊹. Toji Fushiguro

Toji has no clue what social anxiety even is. You try explaining it, and he just squints at you like you’re speaking another language. “You’re scared of talking? Just don’t talk.”

You sigh. It’s a lost cause. Despite this, he is somehow still your biggest protector. His solution to your nervousness? Make you feel like you own every room you walk into.

If you hesitate before going somewhere, he hypes you up. "What do you mean you're nervous? Look at you. You’re hot. If anyone even looks at you wrong, I’ll break their kneecaps."

That being said, Toji lives for watching you suffer (affectionately). If you get flustered in social situations, he finds it hilarious. You mumble your order at a restaurant? Toji leans in, smirking. “What was that, sweetheart? Speak up.” You turn red. He grins.

But if anyone else makes you uncomfortable? Oh, they’re dead. Toji has zero patience for people who push you too hard. If someone tries to force you into a conversation, Toji just slings an arm around your shoulder and leans in, voice deceptively casual. “They don’t wanna talk, dumbass. Walk away.” They always walk away.

If you’re anxious in public, he distracts you with absurd nonsense. “Bet you ten bucks I can steal that guy’s drink without him noticing.”

Toji also loves using you as an excuse to leave events early. You both hate being around people for too long. If you’re nervous at a party, he just physically carries you out like a sack of potatoes. If you get overwhelmed in a crowd, he bulldozes a path through people like an unhinged linebacker.

And despite all his chaos, he always makes sure you feel safe. Because at the end of the day, Toji might be a menace, but he’s your menace.

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norrisjpg · 2 days ago

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only angel - ʟɴ⁴

the one where she begins to realise that this little 'arrangement' may be leading to something more than an intimate friendship.

contains; fluff, softdom!lando, nsfw, smut; fingering, oral (f & m), praise kink; inexperienced!femoc, talks of loss of virginity, swearing.

…

“oh my god, can you just tell me what’s going on already?” alexandra pried as the two girls sat in a small coffee shop in monaco.

lily simply sighed in response, not sure whether to tell her or not — on one hand, she was sure alex would be delighted that she was finally getting laid, and that it was by lando. on the other hand, she wasn’t sure if the italian would be skeptical and not really approve of sex with no feelings, with the guy lily had feelings for.

but well, fuck it.

“lando is… helping me gain some experience.” lily nodded. “sexual experience.”

alexandra might as well have spat her coffee out and launched her cup across the café, because it just went everywhere — across the table, on the floor, on the wall.

ignoring the spilled coffee, alex gawked at her, eyes wide and mouth open.

“oh my god.” she replied. “tell me everything, now! wait actually let me go and get some napkins and a new coffee.”

in all honesty, there wasn’t really much to tell on the sexual side — she’d given him a hand job, and he’d fingered her — that was all.

if anything, there was more to tell on how needy and affectionate lando had turned within the past week. pushing her against the counter and kissing her until she couldn’t breathe, the praising in innocent situations (and the not-so-innocent ones), and especially the times where she’d walk past him and be pulled onto his lap and spread open to his liking.

but, she was desperate to get her mouth on him — she’d seen how needy he was with just her hand, and that alone made her ready to take him deep down her throat.

“don’t be so ridiculous!” lily laughed softly as alexandra almost wasted her new coffee down on the table.

“he likes you, lily!” alexandra exclaimed, hitting the table. “no man would do that unless he has feelings for you! trust me, charlie does that shit and i’ve got him wrapped around my finger.”

she sighed in response, alexandra couldn’t be right, right?

she wasn’t exactly sure how she’d managed to get here. sure, lando had been insatiable for the last few days, but this? this was new.

as soon as her apartment door had shut behind her, there were hurried footsteps coming in her direction. she’d only just managed to get her shoes off when a pair of strong hands were wrapped around her waist and she was swept off of her feet, and thrown over his shoulder with a yelp from her lips.

“have a nice time, pretty girl?” lando asked softly as he carried lily to his bedroom.

“lando, put me down!” lily protested, kicking her legs.

“answer me, darling.” he repeated.

“yeah, i had a nice time, now put me down!” lily answered, before being thrown down onto the bed. “thankyou.”

lando laughed and shook his head as he crawled on top of her, peppering kisses all over her face. soft giggles left her lips and she pulled his face directly to hers, pressing their lips together.

a minute or so later, she was completely naked, clothes strewn across the floor, with his hips rutting against her as they made out.

“let me taste you, yeah?” he mumbled into her lips, and her eyes shot open.

lando could sense her hesitance, so he pulled away and gazed down at her, wondering what the unsureness was about.

“what’s the matter, lil?” lando asked softly, blinking down at her.

“that’s not good for you though.” lily murmured, furrowing her eyebrows.

“wanna make you feel good, baby.” he nodded, tracing his finger over her jaw. “please?”

“what if it tastes bad?” she admitted quietly, a hint of insecurity to her voice.

“lily,” lando began. “don’t be so ridiculous, i see what you eat — you eat healthy, correct?”

“yeah…” she nodded slowly.

“then you won’t taste bad, i promise.” he reassured her. “and you can tell me to stop at any point, mhm?”

“okay, yeah.” she whispered softly. “mhm.”

he smiled at her, a little proud of the fact he’d managed to win her insecure side over, and pecked her lips fondly with a murmured, “that’s my girl.”

my girl. my girl.

oh, how she wanted to be his so badly. to have, to hold, to cherish, in sickness and in health — she was so in love with him it was actually outrageous.

and, she was so distracted by her feelings and thoughts, that when his tongue brushed across her slit she gasped.

he ran the tip of his thumb through her folds, collecting her wetness before sliding it into his mouth, his eyes practically rolling back into his head when the delicious liquid spread onto his tongue.

lando would admit, the next part was a result of his control snapping and desire taking over.

he delved in, thrusting a finger inside of her and pumping it in and out, while circling her clit with his tongue. she cried out, grabbing at his head and clamping her thighs around his head — but he didn’t mind.

“lando…!” lily moaned, gasping out as he fucked her tight walls with his finger.

soon enough, his lips were wrapped snugly around her clit, sucking rhythmically, and he was desperate to fit a second finger inside of her tight heat.

“fuck…” he groaned into her pussy, the vibrations making her clench around him.

he was merciless, sucking and licking and kissing her clit, while finally slipping his middle finger inside. her back arched up, quickly slammed back down into the bed by a large hand splayed across her abdomen.

carnal whimpers and needy whines left her lips, chanting his name like a prayer as she barrelled toward release.

“fuck— lando… ohmy— yes!” she almost screamed, tears threatening to well up in her eyes from the pleasure. “gonna cum—”

he knew she was so gone when incoherent babbles left her lips, she was a pathetic mess, pleading and writhing underneath the motions of his tongue.

oh how he wanted to break completely, bury his cock to the hilt inside her cunt and stay there forever, let her sit on his lap, pretty and wet and desperate, and sink himself nice and deep — he’d fill her so perfectly, they’d be so perfect together, why couldn’t she see that?

he didn’t have any more time to think about it though, because she was tipping over the edge quickly.

tears left her eyes, her needy pussy clenching around his fingers as one final harsh suck of her clit sent her spiralling. her back arched up against the strength of his hand, and her toes curled as a shaky moan ripped her apart.

his thumb replaced his tongue on her clit, wanting to look at her as she fell apart up there. it was a sight for sore eyes to say the least — eyes rolled back into her head, eyebrows arched, lower lip caught between her teeth — she was fucking art, and he loved it.

in all honesty, he was sure he loved her — but he was just terrified.

terrified of it, terrified to say it, terrified of what it meant for them — so he kept his mouth shut.

lily knew she needed to get her own back, return the favour in a way. she’s decided that she’d surprise him when he’s least expect it, maybe when he was on stream with max — no cameras of course, one of the times where he only had his mic on.

“max wants to play tarkov,” lando began as he looked at his phone. “i’ll only be a few hours, love.”

“s’okay.” lily reassured him. “i’ll cook some dinner.”

“you’re the best.” he smiled, pressing a kiss to her cheek, eliciting a giggle from her lips.

she left it for about an hour, deciding to let him get into the game. lily had lied, she had no intention of cooking dinner until she'd gotten what she wanted. so, in she went.

she slipped into the room quietly, noting the fact that his camera definitely wasn't on, but his mic was - and he was chatting away to max while they waited to play something called 'arena'. (she had no idea what that was.)

he was engrossed. it was quite a pretty sight actually, his eyelashes fluttering every time he blinked, gaze trained on the screen while he dryly laughed at some stupid comment max was making - he looked peaceful.

lando happened to flick his gaze to the side, feeling a presence near him, and almost jumped at the sight of the angel stood beside him. there was a look in her eyes, something dangerous, but the rest of her body language told him otherwise - innocent and delicate.

"you okay, pretty?" lando leaned away from the microphone, speaking quietly.

"mhm, carry on." she nodded softly, moving to stand in front of him and dropping to her knees.

lando lurched forward and muted his mic quickly, mumbling a needy 'fuck' as he silenced himself online. his eyes softly widened, catching his lower lip between his teeth.

"whatcha' doing?" lando asked quietly, his voice low and a little raspy.

"what does it look like?" she retorted softly, hands reaching for the ties of his joggers.

lando fell silent, mouth now slightly agape as lily tugged at his joggers, clearly wanting to pull them down. he made a small motion of a nod, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

"good girl," he murmured, pushing his hips up so she could pull his joggers down.

her dainty fingertips hooked around the waistband of both his joggers and his boxers, pulling the thin materials off and letting them pool at his ankles.

if lando thought the handjob was good, he was in heaven now.

lily pressed a featherlight kiss to the tip of his now rock-hard cock, aching and throbbing under her simple touch. she stuck her tongue out and flattened it against the underside of his thick member, licking from the base to tip — before wrapping her pretty lips around the tip, now leaking salty pre-cum.

he shuddered as the warmth of her mouth enveloped the sensitive parts of his dick, a guttural groan leaving his lips.

it was like she’d done this millions of times, because the way her tongue swirled around the slit of his cock was heavenly. his head fell back against the headrest, adam’s apple bobbing along his thick throat as she teased the tip.

then without any warning, he was fully buried in her mouth, tip notching against the back of her throat as her hand came into the mix to help her out — it wasn’t like he was small after all.

a soft noise of a gag left her lips, but as soon as she started bobbing her head, all concern involuntarily left lando’s body.

“lils— fuuuck…” he groaned out, eyes squeezed shut.

he was floating, relishing in the way that she took him so expertly, swiping her tongue over the tip rhymically as he re-entered and exited her mouth.

lando was a mess, an incoherent and whining mess.

it was actually embarrassing how close he was already, hips bucking up toward her as his hands gripped the chair within an inch of his life.

tears streamed down lily’s face as she gagged around him again — and a normal person would have pulled off for breath, but no, not innocent little lily ainsley.

he’d of liked to think he’d pull her off, make her stop literally crying on his cock and finish the job with her hands — but then she moaned around him, the vibrations sending euphoric tingles through his very soul.

lando gently grabbed at her hair, palming it into a makeshift ponytail and softly pulled at it to keep it out of her way.

“ohmygod— lily, shit—” he panted out lowly. “gonna cum—”

it was the way that she looked up at him that killed him — teary and wide eyes, filled with a cocktail of innocence and subtle sin.

he came with a guttural groan, shaky breaths leaving his lips as hot ropes of sticky cum shot down her throat. he slowly began to soften as she sucked him through it — making sure there was no drop left untouched.

lily swallowed thickly, the taste in her mouth was surprisingly pleasant — her friends had told her that it was awful before, but i guess their boyfriends weren’t formula 1 drivers, right?

“you are fucking incredible,” lando huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose as his body fizzed down.

“thankyou baby,” she replied softly, pulling his boxers and joggers back up, and neatly tucking his cock back inside.

the girl stood up, licking her lips before pressing a quick peck to his lips.

“better get back to your stream,” lily whispered softly, referring to the chat asking where lando was. “dinner’ll be ready in an hour.”

“so cruel,” he laughed softly, leaning up to kiss her again, before she padded out of the room.

how the fuck was he supposed to do anything now?

“carlos, look, if i tell you this, you are not to tell a soul, understand?” lando said seriously, his fingers tapping the table nervously.

“yes, yes, i understand.” carlos nodded, “no one will know.”

the two drivers were sat in a fancy restaurant located at a golf club — after carlos had just absolutely destroyed lando’s golf-confidence on the green.

“okay, right…” lando sighed, before blurting out. “lily and i are fucking.”

“what.” the spaniard said bluntly, eyebrows raised and a blank expression in his eyes.

“so i found out that she’s a virgin, basically.” lando continued. “and then i offered to… help her out, like help her gain some experience with that stuff.”

“let me get this straight, yes?” carlos arched his eyebrow. “you’re having sex with the girl you’ve been in love with for… 5 years, and you still haven’t told her?”

lando sighed, he knew carlos wouldn’t approve of his avoidance of his feelings and new-found physical relationship.

“when you put it like that, i sound like an asshole!” lando exclaimed.

“look, all i’m going to say is, once you’ve… yeah, she’s not going to need that part of stuff anymore — and she’ll find a boyfriend that isn’t you, and then you’ll just have to do back to being friends again,” carlos explained. “and i don’t think you can do that, lando.”

the brit went to protest, but he was cut off.

carlos shook his head, “all i’m saying is, tell her sooner rather than later, otherwise this is going to hurt, lando.”

hello, sorry i disappeared, medical stuff and work and all. anyway, i’m on holiday this week, so fingers crossed should get a lot of writing done!!

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starboye · 2 days ago

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starring: vinnie hacker x male reader

request: roommate!vinnie x reader where they are showing off their Halloween costumes and vinnie is being ghostface and reader is a school girl with the skirt and Vinnie can’t help but get hard and reader notices and walks up and starts teasing Vinnie like asking does he like what he see and Vinnie picks him up by his legs and carries him to the room and throws him on the bed and lifts up readers skirt to see his favorite colored thong and vinnie just snaps and dives face first into readers ass and then fucks him in his costume

warnings: smut, cursing, neck biting, mentions of belly bulge, ass smacking, ass eating, femboy reader, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk

halloween was one of the best nights of the year, i mean you get to dress like a slut and no one can judge you for it and tonight you decided to go all out, dressed in a slutty school outfit, wearing a skirt, some stalking, and kinda short heels while vinnie wore a ghostface costume.

"you just had to dress all slutty" vinnie laughs as you walk out your room "this is the one night a year i get to dress like a slut, im gonna go all out" you reason doing a little spin "you can dress slutty anytime of the year, preferably in the apartment" vinnie bites his lower lip as he gets a hard on from seeing a bit of your ass in that cute skirt.

you taking notice to this and being the great roommate that you are, you start teasing him "so what do you think about it vin" you ask walking closer to him and turning around to give him a full view of your ass before rubbing it on his bulge which sets him off just enough to grab you.

"i think we're gonna be missing that halloween party tonight" he says taking you to his room and throwing you on his bed, making hasty work of his costume until he was standing naked in front of you with a hard on, walking closer to you ass up face down ready for him "good slut" he smirks getting on his knees and lifting your skirt to see his favorite colored thing under it.

"what do we have here" he chuckles "oh how did that get there" you tease him pushing your ass further back to him "you whore" he says before diving face first into your ass, eating you out so good you're already moaning out, gripping the sheets in your fingers and begging for more.

vinnie was smothering his face in your ass as his tongue plunged in and out of your hole, tasting that deliciousness until it was engraved on his taste buds before pulling back "shit" he huffs catching his breath "fuck me vin" you say breathless "your wish is my command" he says standing up and giving your ass a nice smack.

"you wanna be my naughty school girl" he rubs his hand over your ass, giving it another nice smack "mhm" you whimper "speak up" he gives your ass another hard smack "yes sir i wanna be your naughty school girl "good slut" he says before slipping his cock in and thrusting into you.

his hips were moving on their own, fucking you nice and deep while holding a chunk of the skirt in his hand to continue pulling you back "yeah take that dick bitch" he groans throwing his head back and letting you do some of the work, backing your ass onto him, desperate for his cum to fill your needy pussy.

"mhm just like that" vinnie hums holding your waist to go back to fucking you, his cock was hitting all the right stops of your gummy walls so much that it was impossible not to moan out his name "yeah keep moaning, im so close" he mummers pulling you back to his chest while still slamming your ass.

putting his hand over your stomach to feel himself giving you a slight stomach bulge until he was unloading his cum into your with a load groan, hiding his face in the crook of your neck before coming back up after riding out his high.

"don't tell me that's all you got mr ghostface" you joke running your fingers through his hair "the hell it is, you're gonna hate me by the time im done with you tonight" vinnie bite and nips at your neck "then do it" you rut your ass on his already hardening dick, it's gonna be one long night for you.

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syluxs · 23 hours ago

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a moment of boldness

pairing: sylus/reader

summary: you and sylus have always been just friends--flirty friends, sure, but still just friends. that is, until you "accidentally" text him a request for a sexy picture.

notes: the banner used below is from starmocha

it was late, and you were feeling extremely bold.

sylus had always been your favorite person to flirt with--effortlessly charming, sharp-witted, and just cocky enough to make it fun. but tonight, for reasons you’d blame on exhaustion (or maybe just boredom), you decided to take things a step further.

so you sent the text.

y/n: send me something sexy :)

you stared at your phone, heart pounding. you could still unsend it. you could say it was a joke. or--

ding.

sylus: Did you mean to send this to me?

you bit your lip as you tried to suppress a smile, trying to decide how to play it off. before you could type a reply, another message popped up.

sylus: Should I be honored?

oh, he may be enjoying this.

y/n: oops. my bad. wrong person.

a lie. a stupid, dumb lie. but maybe it would save you from complete embarrassment, the feeling of regret and shame suddenly starting to bubble up in you.

sylus: Shame. I was just about to take my shirt off, too.

you stared. he was definitely messing with you.

y/n: oh don't let me stop you.

sylus: Oh? But it wasn’t meant for me

y/n: i mean, if you really wanna send one, i won’t stop you.

y/n: this is actually strictly for scientific purposes

you could already imagine the smirk on his face through the screen. sylus loved teasing you, and this was prime material. you pictured him leaning back, phone in hand, eyebrow raised as he typed out his next message.

sylus: Oh, so this is about science?

y/n: yep. purely educational.

sylus: Interesting. What exactly are we studying here?

y/n: so the effects of good lighting on abs?

a pause.

then--

sylus: You know, if you wanted to see me shirtless, all you had to do was ask.

your face was burning. he was having way too much fun with this.

sylus was ridiculously attractive--something you’d been painfully aware of since the moment you met him. it was one of the main reasons you even entertained this back-and-forth in the first place. you weren’t the type to flirt for fun unless there was at least something there. and with sylus? yeah, there was definitely something.

but that didn’t mean you were about to let him have the upper hand.

y/n: ok fine.

y/n: i’m asking.

another pause. you stared at the typing indicator, your heart doing somersaults. then--

ding.

a photo.

you clicked it open, and--oh.

the lighting was almost too good, casting sharp shadows and highlighting every inch of his defined muscles. sylus was sprawled across his bed, one arm propped behind his head, the other was holding his phone at just the right angle. his shirt was completely gone, probably tossed aside somewhere out of frame, leaving his toned chest and sculpted abs completely exposed.

if this was someone else, you would've immediately blocked their cringey and sleazy ass. heck, you won't even bother sending them a message in the first place.

but this is sylus. and sylus is... sylus.

his skin was golden, the warm light accentuating the dips and curves of his lean, athletic build. every ridge of his stomach was sharp, his v-line disappearing beneath the waistband of his... boxers? honestly, you weren't sure as you've never seen him wearing sweatpants or the likes. jeans were the most casual piece of bottoms you've ever seen him wore. anyway, whatever it was, it hung just low enough to make your mouth go dry.

his hair was tousled, just messy enough to look effortlessly perfect, like he had just run his fingers through it. strands fell across his forehead, making him look even more attractive.

but it was his expression that sent a rush of heat through you.

he wasn’t just smirking. he also has this half-lidded gaze, sharp yet lazy, look in his eyes, like he knew exactly what effect this was going to have on you. one side of his lips was curled upward, his jaw sharp enough to cut, and his entire posture screamed unbothered confidence.

it was a picture sent to ruin you. and it was working.

your brain short-circuited, hand flying to cover your mouth.

sylus: Scientific enough for you?

you swallowed. you could play this cool. you had to play this cool. you need to play this cool.

y/n: hmmm

y/n: needs further study

sylus: Oh? So you need more evidence?

y/n: obviously.

sylus: you’re insatiable.

y/n: and you love it.

sylus: I do.

your breath hitched. why did he not say something snarky? his reply felt like… more than just flirting.

before you could overthink it, another message popped up.

sylus: So… Still just friends?

your breath was caught in your throat. it wasn’t the first time he’d said something like this--little comments, teasing remarks that almost sounded serious.

sylus had always flirted like it was a game, but sometimes, just sometimes, it felt like there was more to it. like he was waiting for you to pick up on something you kept ignoring, 'cause why the hell would sylus want anything more with you? what would he even get out of this? he's sylus--gorgeous, tall, rich, he has everything. you were just… well, not to sound insecure, you.

so you did what you always did. you brushed it off.

besides, if he wanted something more, he will need to be more direct as you're not the type to just assume things.

y/n: friends who do scientific research together!! :DD

the typing bubble appeared. then disappeared.

you stared.

was he actually thinking hard about what to reply? sylus never hesitated. he always had a response ready, always knew exactly what to say to keep the conversation rolling, to keep you flustered.

but this time, he was pausing.

when the typing bubble popped up again, your heart pounded.

then--

sylus: Hm, okay think I like this study group.

your stomach flipped.

y/n: yeah….... me too.

you exhaled, staring at the screen a second longer than necessary. this was just how you and sylus were--pushing, teasing, toeing a line neither of you acknowledged. and yet, something about this felt different. seriously, you asking, and him sending a topless picture? is that still playing around?

this time, sylus didn’t reply right away. a full minute passed. then another.

you were overthinking, just because he always never lets you be the "last chat".

your phone buzzed. not a text.

a call.

sylus.

you felt your heart drop to your stomach.

you hovered over the answer button, heart racing. shit, your hands were even trembling a bit. from excitement? from nervousness? who knows.

then, before you could stop yourself, you picked up.

"so," his voice came through the speaker, smooth, amused, but lower than usual. "do you need a minute, or are you done losing your mind over me?"

your stomach flipped violently.

no, you were not gonna let him have the upper hand.

"w-what?" you stammered, cursing yourself immediately. and hung up.

but you were too flustered to speak with him right now.

sylus had always been a gentleman--not in an obvious, in-your-face way, but in the way that mattered. he never pushed, never demanded, never made you feel like you owed him anything. you never said it out loud, but you always appreciated that about him.

and even now, after sending you that picture, he wasn’t asking for anything in return. no sly requests, no hints that you should even the score. nothing.

maybe he just wasn’t interested like that. maybe this was just another game to him.

sylus was a lot of things--cocky, insufferable, too smooth for his own good--but he was also a big consent king. if he wanted more, he’d want you to say it first.

he didn't even hint that you should return the favor.

but now, you were thinking about doing it anyway.

your fingers twitched. would it really be that crazy?

he’d been teasing you all night, knowing exactly what he was doing. but what if, you turned the tables on him?

what if you made him flustered?

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fckmebarnes · 2 days ago

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give it to me

alpha!bucky barnes x omega!reader

18+ smut! minors DNI! p in v, cunninglings (r) bucky humps the couch in desperate need. slight scenting. light choking. daddy title. cockwarming. claiming. multiple orgasm (r). breeding kink.

hii! look at these two . bucky & bellflower <3 i hope you guys liked this! this is Not Proof read & also not sure about word count but it’s long and filthy! (think this is my first fr fr fic) asks are always open for these two! enjoy!!!

he had an exceptionally long fucking day at work, not anything he really wanted to share — it was stupid. he just needed to let off steam, take his frustrations out on something.

and that something just so happened to be you.

after a long day of work, walking into the house to see you there, on the couch snuggled up with a good book and a blanket covering your frame — he felt all the stresses of the day start to roll off his shoulders and right back out the door.

living together without being mated as alpha and omega was hard, but it wasn’t impossible, everyday bucky was so thankful and grateful you agreed to move in with him, knowing that he would be able to keep better track of you.

“buck!” you exclaimed, sitting up and seeing your alpha shrug off his jacket, before hanging it up on the rack right next to the front door. he smiled at his name falling from your lips, toeing off his boots before making his way over to you.

your arms were outstretched for him, his scent invading your mind as he gets closer. you could tell he was grumpy with the way that little line in his brown increased. you frowned as soon as he got toe with the couch before collapsing into your arms, wrapping your arms around his neck

he nuzzles his nose into your neck, inhaling your perfect scent of vanilla, lavender, smoke wood and a hint of weed. he smiles against your skin, rubbing his face gently back and forth, making you giggle from the sensation of his stubble. “i missed you, bellflower.”

your cheeks heat at the nickname as you hear it, feeling him let out a long exhale. “what’s wrong?” you ask softly, one hand coming to his hand and running your fingers through the thick, curly locks while your other hand rubs soothing circles on his back

he grumbles, making you chuckle softly. you knew he moods could go sour. he job as a lawyer was rough, always dealing with shitty clients who thought they were so much better than him, even though he was the one to represent them

he shakes his head into your neck, his hands coming to run up and down the sides of your body slowly over the blanket. “just stupid shit at work.” he confesses against your skin, nipping at it softly with his teeth.

“wanna talk about it?” he doesn’t respond, only continues to lightly nip the sensitive spot on your neck, the one that was still unmarked and unclaimed by your alpha on top of you. he shakes his head, pressing further into you if that was somehow possible.

“no, just need a distraction.” you let out a sigh, nodding even if he couldn’t see you. as he lays there, you really take note of his scent.

yes, he’s frustrated so that explained the underlying sour smell coming from him. he smelled more of cow time oranges, bergamot, cinnamon and his signature scent of musk that you fell in love with the first moment you met him.

he didn’t need to know all that though.

“what can i do to help you?” you asked softly, running your hand still through his hair. his head looks up a little at you, as he takes his right hand from your hip, taking the hand in your hair and bringing it to his mouth. he kisses your knuckles gently before down your arm, dropping it gently on the couch and trailing kisses over your collarbones.

“just let me have you, my way. please?” his voice is low against you, stubble dragging on your skin leaving soft red lines in its wake. you felt yourself shiver as you nod, letting him sit up and discarding the blanket that was covering you, to reveal your body to him.

“my beautiful bellflower.” he murmurs lowly, his eyes drinkin in the sight of you. you weren’t wearing much — just a pair of his boxers and his sleep shirt. but it was still enough to make his cock stir and throb in his own boxers. he licks his lips, eyes traveling down your chest, stopping to soak in your hard, pebbles nipples rubbing softly against his t-shirt

he parts your legs, kneeling into the couch facing you as he wraps your legs around his waist. you were both so lucky you owned a big L shaped couch, just so he could do cunninglings to you like this.

your chest heaves softly as you watch his movements, his hands slipping under your shirt and cupping your breasts in his hands — the differentiating temperature of cold and hot fingers pinching your pert nipples making you moan softly.

he smiles to himself, loving how with just the softest touch like this, he can have you singing the loveliest of songs just for him.

it makes him desire you more.

his cock throbbing in his boxers, reminding him that he still needed to feel your cunt wrapped around his knot. he needed to feel the squeeze of your pussy keeping him inside you, being able to feel all of him.

not yet, he decides. needing to taste your sweet pussy before he can give his cock a feel of you.

as he kisses down your body, he shuffles his own down the length of the couch, his cock snug against the plush pillows and feeling it throb at the sensitivity and pressure. his face comes center to your clothed core, a small little wet spot shown at the center of your boxers

“oh? eager, are we?” his eyes look hungrily at you before flickering back to your clothed cunt, resting in his elbows as he pulls your boxers down and you help him shimming out of them

you gasp as the cool air hits your wet cunt, a dark smile on his lips as his eyes never leave your pussy. “this all for me, bellflower?” he doesn’t even need to lean in to smell your arousal, the way it comes off of your skin and body as your hole clenches around absolutely nothing.

“buck..” you let out a soft whine, your head hitting one of the pillows as you look down at him, book now discarded to the side. the soft glow of the lamp on the side table made bucky’s face illuminate.

it was so sickening really, how someone as ethereal and handsome as him could look. added with being in between your legs.

this was your alpha?

you let out a bated breath as he licks a small kitten lick around your clit, closing his eyes, he buries his nose into your bush and inhales your musky scent, eliciting a deep groan from him.

“fuck, baby…you smell so good.” he buries hide nose a bit deeper into your bush, before those bright blue eyes open and look right up at you. “let’s see if you taste just as sweet, lil omega.”

his tongue licked a fat stripe up from your weeping hole right to your clit, a moan leaving bucky’s lips as he your slick explodes on his taste buds. the tip of his tongue swirled around your swollen clit, your hands finding purchase in his brown locks as he wraps his lips gently around your clit, sucking on it.

“oh…fuck, yes…” you feel him grin against your cunt, the stubble of his beard rubbing deliciously on the soft skin of the inside of your thighs. his lips stay sucking your clit for a second, his hands gripping your thighs to keep them spread

he lets go of your clit with a wet, salacious ‘pop’, licking his lips clean from your arousal. “oh, little omega. you taste even better than i imagined…” you let out a soft breath as he dives back into your cunt, his tongue going to your weeping hole.

“oh…!”’you tug his hair in surprise, feeling his tongue work its way around your folds, your entrance that’s clenching around nothing, and that swollen puffy clit if you’re he loves scraping his teeth gently against — before sucking on it.

his metal hand legs go of your thigh, his pointer finger coming over to your entrance and teasing around it, slick running down his finger. “tell me what you need, baby.” you whimper under him, breathing quickening in anticipation.

your nerves were set ablaze with each gentle touch of his. you could barely take in everything around you, the stimuli almost overwhelming. all you wanted was to feel him fill you up, make you his.

“you, please i-“ you let out a soft groan as he dips his pointer finger inside your hole, eyes never leaving your gaze — watching every flicker facial expression of yours. drinking you in.

“please, what? this what you need, baby? my fingers? or do you need something more?” you let out a soft whine as you bit your lip, nodding. you weren’t sure which you were nodding to, your body on edge with needing his touch as you stared up at the ceiling, your body begging.

“please daddy,” you breathed out in a soft moan, bucking your hips as you felt a second finger slip easily in, the cool metal making your cunt flutter from the stark contrast in temperature. “need you to fuck me, however you want…” your eyes flickered back down to his, those stormy blue eyes making your stomach flip.

his cock throbbed as you looked at him with desire and need, the ache feeling worse as he ruts his hips into the pillows. “good girl, baby. using your words for daddy.” his praise sends a shiver down your spine, a whimper escaping your throat.

“shh,” he groans softly as his hips move slowly against the pillows. you catch it, your cunt fluttering at the sight of bucky rutting into the couch like it was your pussy. he groaned softly, your eyes meeting his again.

“you like watching me like this, baby? your alpha all needy and fucked out for you and i havent even taken out my cock.” you moan at his dirty words, his fingers thrusting into you at a slow and agonizing pace, scissoring and curling to stretch you out perfectly for him

it’s not like you needed too much scissoring of his fingers, your cunt was so soaked it made his metal hand shine in the dim light. your hips bucked with his thrusts, whines and whimpers escaping your lips as you felt your stomach tightening, your orgasm approaching and fast

“there’s a good girl, you gonna cum on daddy’s fingers baby?” you nod, whimper as your hips buck into his thrusts, the palm of his hand pushing against your clit.

“fuck, yes… ‘m gonna cum, please…” you let out a moan, his eyes darkening further as you beg him for your release. as much as he loves holding it back for you, denying you of that orgasm — he needed nothing more to feel his cock in your cunt and swallowing his knot

“cum for me, doll. show me how good daddy makes you feel.” you moaned, cunt tightening as you gushed around his hand, hands lazily leaving his hair as you gripped the couch cushion next to you. your body was on fire, each nerve ending singing with pleasure as he fucks tou through your orgasm.

your hips jolt as you feel his mouth back on you, his fingers still fucking your cunt slowly as he cleans up a little, moaning how good you taste on his tongue. he slips his metal fingers out of your pussy, sitting up enough to lean over your frame, and push his two cum covered metal fingers past your lips and into your mouth

a moan slips past your lips as you taste yourself on your tongue, his metal fingers warm from fucking your wet pussy. you swirl your tongue around the digits, cleaning them as best you could. but truthfully, bucky did not give a shit how clean they would get

he couldn’t stop imagining that it was his cock instead of his fingers in your mouth while rutting his hips into the couch. your tongue swirling the tip of his swollen tip cleaning the mess off. how he’d drive your throat deeper onto him, your nose brushing against his thick knot.

“fuck. i need you.” he growls deeply, taking his fingers from your lips and cunt and pushing himself to sit up, before he discards his own pants and shirt himself.

his dog tags clink against his bare chest, a light dusting of chest hair. he was handsome, those big, broad and beefy shoulders taking up some of the low lighting, making him bigger.

your cunt throbbed at the sight of him and him alone.

his cock sprang free as he threw off his boxers, his knot heavy and swollen at the base. you licked your lips, your cunt gushing even harder at the sight of needing to be knotted by your alpha.

“you want it baby?” you nod, and coherent thoughts out the window as you now thought with just your pussy. he chuckles, coming to climb over your frame. his metal hand resting on the arm rest to steady himself while his right hand comes to grip his cock, rubbing the tip around your soaked folds.

“beg for it.” it’s a simple command, one you’d usually find yourself obeying the second it leaves his lips. but you weren’t thinking , you didn’t have a single thought in that head of yours and he knew that.

you looked fucked out as it was. drunk on his fingers, his scent, his taste. everything about him made your brain fuzzy and you couldn’t help but buck your hips up , widening your legs for his fran to fit into you again. just like where he should be.

“please…” you thought that would be enough for him, but it never was. not with bucky.

he chuckles, swirling the tip of his dick around your swollen clit teasingly. he moans at the slight touch, his cock throbbing in his hands and his knot dying to be in your cunt.

“you can do better than that.” he states, and it’s true, you can. you let out a soft whine as the tip of his cock slides down your cunt to your weeping hole, slick running down onto the couch and covering your thighs. it should be embarrassing, how much you needed your alpha in that moment but then again — nothing else mattered except how much you needed him in that moment

“please daddy, please need your knot…!” you both moan as he sinks into you at your plea, string of curses leaving his lips as he closes his eyes and dips his head back

your cunt feels like heaven for his cock — warm and velvety walls sucking him in slowly. the base of his knot presses snug against your cunt and you whine, wishing he could fit all of it, could he?

“there’s a good little omega,” he praises, his flesh hand coming to caresses your cheeks, a thumb slowly wiping your bottom lip before he pulls you. you whine at the loss, and he can only smirk before he pushes back in.

picking up a pace, you head the slap of skin on skin making you moan, feeling his cock throb inside of you. his flesh hand comes to wrap lightly around your throat, your tits bouncing under his shirt with each thrust of his hips.

“there you go, look at ya,” he looks down to where your bodies connect and he lets out a low gutteral moan at the sight. his cock was soaked, his knot getting wet from your slick. he was in heaven. “taking daddy’s dick so fuckin’ good like i thought.” he groans again as you squeeze around him in response, his hips picking up a heavier pace

“fuck…alpha…” you moan, eyes rolling to the back of your head as the tip of his cock just barely hits that sweet spot that you need him to hit

“yeah baby? you like that? like feeling your alpha’s cock so deep in your cunt like this?” you moan and nod in response, your hands grinding their way around the arm that has the hand around your neck lightly — digging your nails into his skin. your hands trailed up his arms to around his neck, pulling him closer, needing him

he pulled a pillow from behind him to push gently under your hips to give him a better angle, and you moaned aloud, his cock pushing deeper into you. he grinned at your response before he he gladly fell into you, his nose judging your mark.

“mine.” he frowned before licking the mark under neck, the one where you’ve still laid yet unclaimed by him. “all mine.” your hands frenzied over his back side, clawing at his skin with your nails making sure to leave marks. you need him, needed to know that he was yours.

your nose found the same little mark under his ear, nudging against it to scent him as yours. you felt your chest bloom with a purr, his cock pushing hard and deep into your cunt. your legs wrapped tightly around his hips as he moaned into your neck, licking the scent of you off your skin.

“yours…claim me, i’m yours…” your head was dizzy with all things him. you almost felt like there wasn’t a time where he didn’t exist, where you were only on a one thought train of just bucky.

you licked the mark under his ear and he groaned into you, his cock throbbing inside of you as he slowed his thrusts, before pushing a little harder, his knot slipping past you

you let out a moan, nails digging deep into his skin as you licked his mark, nudging and scenting it and needing him. his body vibrated from the pure coming from your chest, taking his flesh hand and trailing it up and under your shirt to grasp your breast, rolling your nipple in between his thumb and forefinger.

“‘m close, fuck please…” you moan against his neck, teeth lightly grazing the spot where you needed to take him most. his body was in tune with yours, thrusts quickening as his knot slipped past with a satisfying feeling, a deep moan elicited from both of your chests

“give it to me. c’mon, show me how bad you want it.” your eyes dilated out, blown with lust and desire and the need to claim him. he fingered with your nipple, pushing your chest into him as his knot popped in and out of your wet pussy with a squlech

you were a moaning mess under him, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin where your mark was, before biting down on your spot the same time as you, a moan pushing past your lips the same as him. you felt your cunt squeeze and pulse around his cock and his knot, feeling his breathing heavier as you cum.

he scents you more with his nose against your neck, creating a deep bruise on the skin before moving away with a pop, after you’re satisfied with the same mark on his skin.

“fuck baby,” he leans up a bit before pulling his hand from your breast to rest on your hip, pushing into you at a sloppy pace. his hair sticks to his forehead, eyes blown out with lust as he reaches his high and you can feel him throb inside of you. “‘m so close,”

“give it to me, my alpha.” the moan that dripped from your lips was sinful, his cock throbbing harshly inside your cunt as he grips both your hips and fucks into you at a relentless pace.

“gonna give you me cum, yeah? this tight cunt fitting your alpha’s fat knot so fuckin’ good,” a string of curses leave his lips as his thumb finds your swollen clit rubbing it harshly. your body jerks in reaction making you moan in response. “gonna give you my load, fill you up and make you round with my pups.”

that draws a loan moan from you and his smirks, a dark look over his face. “yeah baby you like that idea huh? your alpha fuckin’ his cum so deep in you-“ he leans down, and grips your chin tightly with his flesh hand, making you look at him while he fucks into you, playing with your clit so easily. “making sure it sticks.” he lets out a groan as you squeeze his cock, his knot buried deep inside of you as you cum with him

you grip his shoulders, pulling him close as he fucks his cum deep inside of your cunt, taking his hand from your clit and releasing your jaw, his hips coming to a slow and lazy thrust. you whine softly, his cock slipping so easily in and out of you.

“my good omega. all fuckin’ mine.” he murmurs into your neck, nuzzling his nose against the sore mark on your skin, making you whimper and clench his cock in response. he stirs a little, pushing his cock as deep as it can go, he knot swelling down. “gotta make sure it sticks.” you nod sleepily in response, letting him turn the two of you over so he’s holding you against his chest, eyes closing, and his cock snug into your cunt.

“my beautiful, bellflower.” he murmurs against your forehead, making sure to wrap the blanket over the two of you. “i’ll always take care of you. i’ll always love you. you’re mine forever.”

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starlit-writer · 3 days ago

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loyalty of a guard dog - sub!simon riley x dom!reader (18+ MDNI)

y’all seem to enjoy smut sooooo… have submissive simon riley to tide you over while i finish writing the second part of psychopathy (and the next chapter of in sickness and in health i PROMISE ITS COMING)

cw: dom/sub dynamics, explicit smut, simon has a pantyhose fetish, if you squint there’s stuff with feet (sorry not sorry)

masterlist

simon can’t remember how it started. can barely remember life without you in it, if he’s honest. you have been his tether to sanity for longer than he would like to admit. when everything gets to be too much, the demons in his mind and his past too loud, you are his solace.

but it’s time like this that that part is hard to remember.

the power dynamic at play could not be any more obvious than it is right now. he’s achingly hard. the pain in his knees is starting to burn from where you have him kneeling on the hard wooden floor of your flat, his hands palm up on the top of his thighs - the perfect symbol of devotion, of submission. and you, lounging in front of him without a care in the world. you, still fully clothed, one beautiful leg crossed over the other, while he is fully nude. his neglected cock bobs, desperate for even the smallest bit of attention. his pale, scarred skin is flush, the bright red of a heady mixture of embarrassment and arousal that makes his head spin.

his chest is heaving, a pathetic whimper bubbling in his throat as he stares up at you. you glance down at him, the tiniest smirk playing on your plush lips as you watch him.

“somethin’ wrong, si?”

oh, gods, he’s so fucking gone that even watching the way your lips form around the silk sweet words that come out is fucking pornographic. the whimper finally breaks free as he tries to find the words that are dancing on the tip of his tongue. he swallows thickly, keeping his gaze locked on yours.

“please… please, let me touch you. i just wanna touch you. i’ve been… i’ve been good,” he rasps out.

your smirk widens as his words wash over you. you uncross your legs, teasing him with what lay at the glistening apex of your thighs. “you wanna touch? that all you want?” you reply, voice dripping with smug seduction. you have him right where you want him, hanging on to your every word, and wrapped around your little finger.

simon’s eyes roll back, the desperation and burning need for you, for anything, becoming almost unbearable. but, before anything else, he was a soldier, a loyal guard dog, and a dog follows orders. you told him not to move, to sit and stay, and he would listen, even as his weeping cock, almost purple with pulsating need, bobs up and down to try and get any sort of stimulation. “please, i just need you. need to make you feel good. need you. so, so bad. please, let me have you.”

you hum softly, your deft fingers tracing lightly over your chest, down, down, down until they reach the damp spot between your thighs. you tap the spot once, twice, three times, withholding the jolt of pleasure from showing in your face with an iron will. simon would do anything for you, devotion to the point of obsession, but what he didn’t know is that you would do the same for him. and sometimes, that meant this - teasing the man until he was nearly delirious with need, so deep into that perfect floaty space that he craves so badly after a particularly rough time. your pleasure, at this moment in time, is entirely irrelevant. you have to take care of your boy. “well, how can i deny such a compelling request from my pretty boy, hmm?”

you stand up slowly, letting the skirt of your dress fall back over the sheer black fabric of the tights you have on underneath as you send up a small thanks to whatever deity is listening that you decided to dress up for work today. it drives simon crazy to see you all done like this. you take a single step closer, then another, and another, and another, until you are a mere inch away from where he is kneeling. as you look down at him, you can see the way his body is vibrating as he holds back from touching you. his gaze is pleading, his scarred bottom lip sticking out slightly in a subconscious pout. you bring your hand up to cup one of his cheeks, a small smile playing on your own plush lips.

“you’re so pretty, you know that? such a good boy for me. you look so perfect on your knees like that for me,” you whisper, your voice light with affection as your thumb strokes his cheekbone. “how about this, hmm? tonight, we start slow,” you explain quietly as you bring your foot up to rest against his aching cock.

“it’s late, you just got back from deployment, and i want you to feel good,” you continue as you apply a little more pressure to his cock, which causes him to lean forward slightly, a light whine of pleasure pushing past his lips. “so, no touching with your hands. however, i give you full reign to put that beautiful cock to work between my legs. how’s that sound, love? hmm?”

simon blinks up at you, his pupils blown with wanton desire. it takes a moment for your words to sink in, but as you adjust your stance to better allow him to slot his cock between your stocking-clad calves, he nods vigorously. he lifts his hips up to nudge the head of his cock between the silky nylon, and his eyes roll back in his head again. the bright red flush that has been covering his skin flares back to life, that same mixture of embarrassment and arousal kicking into high gear as he starts to fuck into your calves.

he’s a whining, shaking mess as he tries to get off. but it’s hard not being able to touch you, to not be able to make the pressure between your legs just right, to have to focus all of his energy on staying upright as he fucks into you, or to even just feel the way the black tights you pulled on this morning before going to work feel underneath his palms. the only relief he gets is being able to feel the drag of the silky nylon catch on the head of his cock as the precum dribbling out of him soaks the fabric in earnest.

he feels your fingers tangle in his short, curly blond locks as his hips piston into you, and a wanton moan rips from between his lips as you yank his head back, exposing his throat to you. he hears you laugh, a dark, lilting thing that draws him in like a siren. it’s a promise wrapped in a barbed paper - it’s going to be a long night. “look at you, si. such a pretty fucking cock. too bad it’s being wasted on some stockings, isn’t it? but it just feels too good, doesn’t it? you love the way it feels, and you love being on your knees and humping me like the perfect dog you are, huh?”

he nods again, another pleasured whine pushing past his lips as the motion tugs on his hair deliciously. he knows he should be answering with his words, but he is far too gone to have any semblance of ability to speak coherently. his heart races in time with his hurried, erratic thrusts, his breaths ragged and filled with pleasure as he barrels towards his release. he forces his eyes to open so he can look up at you, his head thrown back in pleasure, his eyes half-lidded and pupils blown.

“please, let me cum. lemme cum, love, please. wanna be so good for you, just… just let me cum.”

you smirk, biting your lip and letting your own head fall back to break the eye contact, pretending like you have to think about it. his pace picks up again, his thrusts so sharp and quick that for the briefest of moments you worry about the possibility of his cock getting the equivalent of rug burn. buy, he hasn’t tapped out verbally or non verbally, so you push the thought aside. you tap your chin, really playing up the theatrics of making this decision before you sigh a little dramatically. “alright, since you asked so sweetly, i give you my permission to cum.”

it does not take long after that word is out of your mouth for his release to come barreling towards him. one thrust more, and his cock is spurting out cum onto the floor behind you, his thrusts become haphazard as he chases the last bits of his orgasm. his breathing is heavy as he starts to come down, his cheek coming to rest on your thigh. you smile, a sense of pride filling your chest as you reach down to cup his cheek again as you let him catch his breath. he nuzzles into your touch before turning his cheek slightly to press a gentle kiss into your palm. you stroke his cheek lovingly as you watch him, looking for any immediate signs of subdrop.

“color?” you ask softly.

“green,” he mumbles against your palms with a smile on his lips. “i fuckin’ love you in stockings.”

you laugh softly, shaking your head slightly in amusement. “c’mon, let’s get you cleaned up and in bed. i promise cuddles and a chinese takeaway for the night with our favorite shitty reality show reruns, yeah?”

——————————— fin ———————————

(lol that turned out SO much longer than i expected it to be l m f a o but ah well, the brain worms had to be fed. anyways, eat well lovelies and don’t forget to always practice kink safely!!!

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starmurdock · 2 days ago

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'truth is great and shall prevail'

matt murdock x reader | matt needing comfort & reassurance from the one he loves most

first DDBA!matt imagine. this show has re-fueled my love for writing him so i hope you enjoy! this one is fluffy and a lil angsty

the sounds of shuffling stirs you awake, limbs sprawling and stretching on your shared mattress as sunlight invades your vision. your eye opens just enough to read the time - 7:24.

a yawn escapes you just as matt turns around from the space in his closet. you smile softly. "morning, baby."

he walks over to your side of the mattress fastening his suit jacket. the sun hits his features just right, illuminating the perfectly intricate curves and angles of his face. his eyes glow a bright green-yellow, the crinkle of his smile briefly blocking their depth. "g'morning, pretty girl. how'd you sleep?"

the only response you can muster is a soft 'mmm' of contentment, letting him know: i slept well. he smiles, caressing your cheek like you'd break under his touch if he used too much force. your life with matt is nothing short of amazing, but mornings spent together take the cake. the softness of rustling in the sheets together, limbs tangled throughout the night; the warmth from matt's chest as he lays against your back, the pure comfort of resting your tired body against his. it truly is domestic heaven.

matt returns a 'mmm' in approval of your good sleep, kissing your forehead and lingering. you breathe deeply, taking in his scent that intoxicates you, wakes you up more than coffee ever could. it's musky, woody. not too strong for his heightened senses, but just enough to drive you mad. a hand moves onto his thigh, caressing and kneading the same way he does to you after a long day's work.

the ghost of matt's lips leave your skin feeling empty and cool as he sits back up, looking almost apologetic.

"today's the court meeting. wish i could stay here with you." he continues to gaze at you with a sorry expression, giving away the verity of his words. you take his hand and press a kiss to his palm.

" 's okay, honey. want them to see how good my husband is."

he laughs, still not used to the term. husband. it rings in his ears, only intensifying his insatiable need to be around you as much as possible.

"only wanna make you proud, sweetheart."

"you always do," you utter with the smile that never really left, because that's what matt does to you. his infectious spirit seeps into every fibre, imprinting himself, damning you to a lifetime of his wondrous company.

his expression turns serious all of a sudden, eyebrows fixed like he’s been taken off guard by something worrisome. he stares at you. his gaze is so intense it almost tricks you into thinking he is truly seeing you. the muscles of his thighs go taught, his hand stilling on your hip. his mouth opens once, twice before speaking.

"you know," he clears this throat. "i'm not one to admit to fear, but...i am nervous. about today." he looks away, now also fearing your judgment. he tries to hide his shame, but the way his hand twitches ever so slightly, like his body is wired to brace for disaster, gives it all away. you know him too well.

"hey," you sit up, all tiredness leaving your body. your hand takes his. "it's okay to be nervous, matt. you're human just like the rest of us."

as you speak, his fingers find solace in fiddling with your wedding ring. "i always had a vision for the person i wanted to marry when the time came. you gave me that and then some, matt. you're a damn good lawyer with a good heart. every time you step foot in the courtroom, you prove that to be true a hundred times over."

his gaze is back on you, staring just hard as before but differently, longingly. he heard the way your heart beat steady, the way it kept a stable rhythm. of course you were telling the truth, you had no reason to lie about this. and yet, the voice in the back of his mind taints his judgement as it so often does. he thanks God he's the only one with super hearing, his heart beating twice as fast as yours.

he fails to articulate how your sentiment made him feel, so he grabs your chin and kisses you instead. his tongue swiping on your lip at first contact, hungry for a taste of you. aching to savor every drop of your sweet, poisonous words. it didn't matter to him that you had just woken up, that the heat of your breath might've turned anyone else away. matt would take you in every state, every form. he pulls you onto his lap, grabbing at the flesh of your ass. molding, kneading, squishing. he can't get enough of you. tugging on the curls at the nape of his neck, he groans.

"fuck--" he hovers just above your lips. "i really should get going, honey. 'm sorry." he kisses one last time, making it count. with a final tap on your behind, he pulls away and gently scoots you back into bed. matt grabs his cane from its spot against the wall, exhaling as if purging the anxiety from his core. you tap on the mattress, signaling his attention.

"go get em, baby."

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DCxDP: Amity Park aka uncanny Valley

Who ever thought that a family road trip across the country was ever a good idea? Especially when the family concerned is the Waynes!

...plus a Brown but you can't really talk Waynes without including Stephanie Brown

Bruce had a gala to attend in Chicago during the summer vacation Dick jumped at the opportunity to do a family road trip and try his newest car/van

was putting a Damian Wayne in an enclosed space with a Tim Drake a good idea? No. Was Dick going to argue with Bruce at least thrice a day? Maybe Will Jason be even remotely happy to be part of this trip? Probably not and will all the kids fight to choose who is in charge of the radio? Most definitely, but it'll be fun!

At first everything was awful,Bruce made them wake up terribly early, for once that Tim had slept that night! (albeit for only three hours which was plenty if you asked him) to leave even before the sun was up

Then it became alright, the eight seat car was spacy enough to not get into each other's personal space, everyone started to sing along to music and exchanging playlists

Dick had an awful amount of dico and 80's music, Bruce played his dad rock while Steph and Jason talked white girl music

They started their trip by going through Pennsylvania, taking pictures and joking on how Batman should be a local super hero there instead than in new Jersey,then they headed for Washington DC, it was fun visiting the hall of justice as tourist even tho they all knew the place better than the guides,then they went through Kentucky where Dick really wanted to visit the 'longest cave in the world' and comparing it to the bat cave (Bruce was unimpressed)

And finally they'll drive right through Illinois to get Bruce to Chicago and escape before he tries to get them to join the Gala

And then the car broke down in the middle of nowhere.

The sun would set soon but it was still really hot as we were in early August.

"the GPS say the closest city is a fourty five minutes walk" Annonce Duke while Dick,Tim and Bruce tried to find what's wrong with the car

"We could easily do the journey" Damian says placing a draw two making Steph, too invested in this game of uno with Cass and the demon brat frown

"in this heat!? Do you want us to die of a stroke?" The blond replied placing a plus two as well

"It looks like it's our only choice guys...the car won't start anytime soon better get to a town and buy some new parts" The eldest said from the front of the car

"can't we just call a cab or something?"

Asked Stephanie

"privileged behavior" Duke replied back to back "plus I don't think there's cabs in bumfuck nowhere...I ain't never even heard of 'Amity Park', plus, if they did they wouldn't have eight seat"

"wait Amity Park?" Asked Tim who was swiping grease on a now ruined travel towel "I have family who lives there..." He said thoughtfully

"maybe you can ask them if they have a place to stay for the night? There's only cheap motels in this town and I don't really wanna catch bed bugs" Duke says still on his phone

"oh wow now look who has privileged behavior!" Stephanie snort a smirk on her lips as she add a plus four to Cass's

"uhm can we go back to the part of Tim having living family members? That own a house? Why would you make up one if you had family in the state?" Dick ask "and why do you live with us?" Added Damian because, of course he would

"well... it's not like we talked a lot, I saw them...maybe two times in my life? And they were definitely my parents type of neglectful so going to them wouldn't have changed much"

"...do they also have a kid?" Bruce ask and before he got the chance to talk more he got shut down with a "no you can't adopt more kids!" From all his children

"but yes they do have a kid, we got along great from what I remember...but except sparkly pink dress I don't remember much..." Tim clarified

"I vote we still ask them for a place to stay or at least a ride, if they're Drake's family they should at least have a limousine or mansion no?" Steph asked eager to find a good bed once more

"I don't know...I haven't talked to them much... especially not after my mother's passing...I don't even know if I still have their number" Tim think his voice a little lower, he did think about his mother's sister and her family when he was still living alone in the Drake mansion but thinking back on the blurry memories of being forgotten for hours on end with his cousin didn't really make him want to reach out

"it's okay if you don't want to Timothy, we can find another way" Bruce says in his paternal voice placing a reassuring hand on Tim's shoulder

"no,no it's okay, a call won't hurt right?"

Tim looked through his phone and he, in fact, did have his cousin's number saved, he stepped away from the car to make the call. He was a bit nervous and a bit ashamed, he had a cousin his age that lived in similar conditions as him and he never thought to check up or call,and now that he did it was for a favour, they hadn't talked in over ten years and he couldn't really remember what they were like, hopefully they hadn't grown up like their parents as a stuck up asshole

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Samantha Manson wasn't a family person,

She didn't care for them,they didn't care for her.

She labeled all her extended family members under "family" as contact names and usually wouldn't pick up when they'd call, not that they did regularly

Yet,she was in a good mood today so when her phone light up and her ringtone rung she picked up

"uhm Hi Sam...antha?... it's Tim- Timothy drake?Wayne? I uhm- our moms are sisters?"

Was the anxious voice that waited for her on the other side of the phone

Huh...

Huh.... Timothy ? Oh fuck Timothy ! Was she a bad cousin to have forgotten one of the only kids her age that she got along with in her family?

Well got along is a big word they just stuck around each other the two times their families were attending the same galla but it was fun for once...if she remembered correctly

It was still a time where he mother was the one dressing her up in those awful sparkly or floral dresses with cutesy hairdo...a goth's nightmare Sam got shivers just thinking back on it

"Yes I remember you Tim Drake...what can I do to help?"

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"okay so, my cousin say she can come pick us up as long as we don't care for basic road safety?"

Tim said coming back to his family who had all migrated to sit at a picnic table near the car

Jason Dick and Damian who had left for a gas station a few minutes ago to grab some snacks and see if they had anything to fix the car came back at the same time dropping bags of chips, candy and other bar chocolate

The comment about road safety made Bruce frown (hypocrite) but all the other kids could not care less

"so...we're not getting picked up by a limousine? Or is it more of a bus bar type of thing?"

Stephanie ask resulting on her head being bonked by Dick

"no the real question is what's your cousin like?"

"I am not spending a car ride with a snobbyer version of Tim"

Jason added making Damian nod in agreement and Tim roll his eyes

"To be honest, I don't remember much? She didn't sound snobby on the phone?"

Tim guess trying to make a mental image of what Samantha may look now, she probably let her dark chocolate brown hair grow? Or maybe she cut them? Would she still wear floral prints and sparkles? Probably not she hated them as a kid

"and how are her parents?"

Bruce inquired not without warning glares from his kids

"I remember even less! But Sam said they weren't home so..."

"hn"

Bruce narrowed his eyes but didn't say anything

"really all I remember about them is the fakest laugh and sparkly pink dresses"

Tim sighed

"sparkly pink dress? Are you trying to kill my rep?"

A new voice joined in the conversation making everyone at the table jump save from cass who had noticed the presence long ago

All but turned to see this goth girl wearing an all black dress with at least three layers of clothes and even more in accessoires

She smiled at them with teeth a little too sharp for comfort

"hi I'm Samantha Manson, but please call me sam! I hope you won't mind but my car might me a little cramped"

She said in a friendly voice beeping her car key bringing her car, a hearse, back to life radio blasting the latest song she was listening to and making her headlights bath them in light really tieing the whole spooky vibes together

Yeah...the kids are gonna like this girl.

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