#and he won't touch you until it's official even when you beg him

[heich0e]

Please I would love to be kita’s little wife, treated with respect by everyone, doing whatever you want and Kita breeds you every night as soon as you’re married 🤤🤤🤤

oHhHhHhhhHHhHHHH wait this is making me think about oyabun kita making you wait until you're married to take you to bed and it's doing really awful terrible no good things to me

[dilf-docs]

So Is it Your Place Or Mine?

bfd!joel miller x younger!reader

summary: summer is over, but your affair with joel isn't (or, you grind on joel's belt buckle while sarah is at soccer practice)

warnings: 18+ (minors dni), age gap, smut, p. in v., exhibition kink (sarah is again a victim of this), brat taming (this two are soo into it), degradation kink, praise kink, lwk breeding kink, daddy kink (wow! it's a whole library of alexandria of kinks in here), fingering, dad bod!joel (best joel you mean), angst (oh guys look oh no it's alr starting), dirty talk!!!!! (they're so dirty ew i want it too wait who said that)

word count: 3,701 words

side note: and it became officially a series. hope u all are into this as much as i am because it's my first series ever !!!!! ALSO angst finally makes it way in this mess LET'S GO (i'mcrying i really looked up big texas belt to come up with a mental image in the middle of class, i'm so sorry to whoever sat behind me but idc abt me writing smut while at uni; we die like real men)

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"What do you mean you're not coming?"

It's been an unspoken rule that, even if you hate sports and the ball stays ten meters away from you, you always come to Sarah's soccer practice, cheering for her from your usual spot at the benches.

Except today, you aren't there. And now Sarah is calling you when she shouldn't, but that she doesn't know.

"I can't. I have stuff to work on stuff"

Bullshit.

Your laptop and the half-written essay sit untouched at the coffee table. The thing being touched in question, is something entirely different.

"Need help?"

His hands grip any free spot of your glistening skin, sucking on the rosy pink until it turns maroon red.

"I'm at my dorm, sorry"

Double bullshit.

Sarah doesn't even know your car is parked next to her dad's truck. She has about four hours to find out.

"I can drop by later then" she suggests.

His hot breath tingles against your neck as his nose caresses the spot. Bad girl, he mouths, like he wasn't the one who told you to pick up, despite his daughter's name on the caller's ID. You try to reach for a kiss, but his digits press on your hair, pulling you back with violence to forbid your lips from touching his. Bad girl, and your arousal drips with more intensity at the remark. Bad girl.

"No!" the answer comes quick, your voice strained, and Sarah jokes that you should take it easy with your classes, instead of suspecting anything else.

"Fine! I won't go if you don't want me to, but if you show up dead by stress, I'll be free of guilt"

He kisses the outline of your jaw with sloppy movements, like he just wants to busy himself while Sarah blabbers about the practice, and you keep trying to make her stop, but she tells you not to worry, that she's on a break right now, and the task to avoid whimpering at his rough kisses across your neck becomes increasingly difficult. A gasp escapes your lips when his teeth sink into your flesh. Mine, not to be said but to be felt. Seen by the rest. A pretty red that tastes like the blood he craves, the hunger akin to violence. Bad girl, and he's biting your lip to stop any other filthy noises from escaping. What if she hears?

"Are you okay?" concern laced on Sarah's tone. Guilt creeps through the cracks of the worn-out paint of his bedroom, one your friend had practically begged him to restore; the joke of it all was that was about his job yet he couldn't fix his own goddamn house. "Y/n, did you hurt yourself?"

I'm treating you well, ain't I, doll? and then he'd grin against the crook of your neck before looking at you, his dark blown-wide pupils gazing at you with a hunger you didn't think it was possible. They'd burn, and the fire didn't scare you: it was the warm your cold body needed. Tell Sarah her daddy ain't hurting her slut of a friend.

"I-I'm fine" you manage to choke out. Good girl.

Joel's lids feel heavy as a crown. But you like 'em rough, don't 'cha, baby?

"Should I worry?"

Joel pulls harder, your scalp burning at the harsh tug. Answer when I ask. You breathe in heavily, and Sarah keeps on asking you if you're okay, threatening to burst through a dorm door she'll find empty.

"N-no" you meekly answer, and he laughs at your demeanor. Under his weight, pinned down on the mattress, there's nowhere to run to.

"Is it okay if I-"

"Sarah I need to hang, okay? My head hurts. Bye" it all comes down in a rush, the words a vomit of excuses. You make sure the call has ended, and so does Joel, that in an act of mercy, has stopped. You both look the screen until the lockscreen is back up again, a picture of you and Sarah. Despite used to having his weight on top of you, your throat feels constricted.

"Do you want to traumatize your daughter, Mr. Miller?"

He's back at his task of kissing, making you moan and writhe at the sensitivity of your kissed and bit skin during the last hour. You hate how he takes his time―edging you; unbearable.

"What I want is you"

The lie comes out effortlessly from his teeth. He wants you, needs you, but does he really want you? His daughter's best friend, the college girl he was going to lecture just last summer―to live life and forget about him, yet couldn't. He lies to himself, saying he didn't because you felt asleep, but feeling a warm body next to him, being your beautiful frame of all people, made it hard.

The way he makes a moaning mess out of you, how he knows every spot of your body no one had been able to please before, how your cunt stretches perfectly around his cock, how you call his name like no one else had done. It belongs to you now, and this is a vice.

It's like he's got a wound, and you're the only balm that can soothe the pain. But the effect is temporary, and after you leave, he always finds himself wanting more.

The doubt on his eyes has your heart beating out of fear.

"Then have me, Mr. Miller" you dare.

When Joel smiles, barely noticeable, something flutters in your stomach.

"Al'ight, impatient one. We have sum hours until Sarah's back. Spread" his hand nudges your thighs apart, and you oblige, making Joel chuckle at your obedience. "Good girl, baby. S'good f'r me"

You let out a gentle moan at the praise, and he smirks at your reaction.

"Feelin' desperate, are we?" he taunts, seeing your pretty lips parted and face flushed, a whine escaping them.

"Shut the fuck up and just kiss me already" you beg, pussy throbbing painfully.

"Damn brat" he hisses, "ain't you such'a needy greedy slut?" his finger hooks on your panties, tugging you closer into him, your body rising to clash against his softer frame that has nothing to do with his rough demeanor. You can feel the bulge that has formed through his pants, making you moan in delight.

"Sorry, daddy. I'll be a good girl" you squirm under his weight, pouting lips and batting eyelashes. "Please, kiss me. Pretty please, daddy"

"Jus' cus you asked well" but he knows it's an excuse to capture your sweet lips until he's tasted all of you. You once heard old men kiss like they want to devour every inch of your mouth, to make space for their tongue like it's going to live in there, and they were right.

He pulls away from the kiss to pull out his shirt, revealing his soft body. Your hands itch, immediatly reaching for it with wandering fingers. He chuckles at the eagerness, but then he catches the subtle adoration in your eyes, and his breath hitches, heart stopping.

"What's wrong?" you look up, and it's gone. Maybe he imagined it.

Joel doesn't know why he feels dissapointed by it.

He tries to push the thoughts back, head diving down between your breasts, leaving sloppy kisses and messy trails of saliva with his tongue on each one. He gives a special lick to your hardened nipples, making you squirm.

"Gonna bend y'r fuckin' sexy little body on this sheets. Gonna make you cum all'over, until y'r scent is'mpregnated on 'em"

You groan at his words, fingers pulling down the pajama shorts you brought over, revealing your pretty black laced lingerine.

"Fuck, baby. You wore 'em for me?" he's asking, and you'd be crazy if you think the tone reveals devotion. Is Joel even capable of warmth?

He leaves a new trail of kisses, this time, running from your neck to your stomach.

"Gonna make you scream my name 'til that's the only thin' you know how to say" his hot breath tingles over your abdomen. He buries his face in there, the mustache and scruffy graying hair tickling the skin. "Gon' give you such'a load, this flat stomach of yours will be bustin' with my seed"

You whine at his filthy words, mouth agape slightly. He looks at your soaked panties, arousal on clear display now. Joel's cock twitches in the confines of his jeans.

He lets out a low growl. "Look at you, such'a slut for me. Drippin' wet like a fuckin' whore and desperate, when I ain't even touch you"

To prove so, Joel teasingly runs his fingers along your inner thigh, dangerously close to your soaking core.

He pulls your underwear down, taking them off.

"M'gonna fuck you real good, baby" his fingers dig on your thighs for support, the burning sensation of his calloused digits on your soft skin delicious. "Gon' take care of what's mine"

Mine.

The words ring loud and clear. The only other noise to be heard is his lips leaving wet sounds against your thighs. Does Joel even realize what he said? Or was it in the heat of the moment?

No, wait. Stop. Why do you care?

He begins to rub circles in your clit, coating his fingers in your dripping arousal, prodding the tense needy hole, making you moan in desperation.

"Please, daddy" your lips cry as you beg for him to do anything to remove the pain in between your legs.

"Please, what?" Joel teases, voice raspy. He keeps prodding your center, his digits in and out in a gentle manner, contrasting his hard hold on your thigh. You squirm and whine at the sensation, but maybe it's the dark on his eyes that's really responsable for making you shrink under his gaze. "Think 'm doin' this for ya'? To please ya'? No, baby" he tuts, "you were a bad girl. Almost got caught"

"If you didn't make me answer" you seethe, a moan almost escaping your lips when his fingers hit that sweet spot of yours. "Maybe if you didn't, she wouldn't-"

Joel removed his fingers from you, and you reduce to a moaning mess, begging for the release you were chasing and now it's lost.

"But you wanted'er to know, didn't ya'?" he unbuckles his belt and fumbles with his worn-out jeans, revealing a barely concealed neediness on his side. "Wanted'er to know where 'er slut of a friend was: at daddy's house, beggin' for his dick like a cockhungry slut"

"I-I want it. Want you dick" you barely choke out, lips parted at the sight of his pulsating dick's silhouette under his brief.

"Then take it, hungry one"

His tip buries deeply into your cunt before you even speak again, sliding inside in one swift motion. You gasp, as he fills you up completely, because despite the way your cunt stretches for him, or the way you have had his dick and need it, his girth never fails to amaze you.

"D-daddy" you moan, walls stretching to accommodate his size. Your sweet arousal drips down your thighs, coating Joel's balls. Fuck, doesn't he love to see you squirming under him. He's never had a woman like you before, wrapped around his finger. You may be a girl, but God, you feel so much better around his dick than anyone else: your cunt tenses around his cock deliciously, his dick twitching when he takes a look at your legs shaking and fucked out state.

"That's it, pretty girl. Beg for'it"

His words go straight to your core as you moan. "Please. Let me take all of you, Joel, please"

You said his name. Fuck. He shouldn't be this aroused, but the way you say it like that's the only thing you know, like it means something more, it makes his dick throb and heart sting. That he, Joel Miller, old bitter man, single dad, could mean more to a young pretty girl like you.

"Fuck" he grunts, grabbing a handful of your hair as he begins to pull out slowly, plunging inside of you with harsh movements. The sound of skin clapping is obscene as he begins to fuck you mercilessly. "Ain't you a noisy lil' thing, huh? You like that, baby? You like it rough?"

Your voice comes out shaky. "Y-yes, daddy. F-fuck, just like that. I like it a l-lot"

"Good girl" he grins satisfied with your respone, his thrusts getting rougher and messier. "Lookin' s'pretty with my dick's inside of you"

Joel changes angles without telling you, brushing your g-spot. A noise so loud and vulgar comes out of your parted lips, and you feel ashamed.

But then he's brushing a strand of hair from your face, with a delicacy you've seen reserved for his daughter only. It feels weird, and you try that it doesn't distract you from your looming orgasm.

"Joel..." you breath out his name.

"Yes?" with everything coming out of his mouth: possesiveness, neediness, pleasure. Like he'd give you the world if you just ask, despite telling himself he wouldn't.

"K-keep going"

Your gaze bores into his eyes with an intensity that almost makes him stop. Because the words are simple, but Joel's been alive enough on this Earth to know it doesn't mean just that.

Keep going. Don't stop. Don't end this. Don't let me go.

"Whatever m'princess asks if she asks 'em nice"

You scream in pleasure as his thrusts become deeper, his balls slapping against your cunt, as your slick begins to run down your thighs. Joel thinks he's going crazy at the way your folds take him, how tight you feel, and the loud noises you make, begging him to fuck you harder, to use you. Every thrust pushes you closer to the edge, writhing under his touch as you begin to see stars.

"You close, aren't ya'?" he laughs, but it's devoid of mockery. A subtle softness hides behind them. Ask nicely, and I shall give. "Gon' cream 'round my dick like a good girl, right?"

His digits dig in the flesh of your hips, guiding himself to fuck you harder, for you to take him better, caging your body under the sheets, pushing you even closer to your orgasm. You mewl loudly, tears in the corner of your eyes at the delicious burn.

If you told yourself a year ago you'd be crying over Joel Miller's dick, of all people, you'd probably laugh. But no college boys had been able to please you, less bring you to tears as you reach your orgasm. This is heaven, and you aren't ready to say goodbye to the paradise you found in summer just yet.

Your core tenses around him, body so close to finishing, hair a mess, eyes brimming with tears, and lips spilling the filthiest sounds ever heard to humankind. It's heaven, and Joel isn't ready to give it up just yet. Your pussy throbs, and as your juices mix as one, you roll your eyes and head back, your high approaching, knot in your stomach tightening faster. Before you can register, your mind goes blank and you're seeing stars.

You come around his cock, coating it in your arousal as Joel admires how you cream his member, tight walls almost pushing him out of you. He groans at your simmering cries, some tears coming out of your eyes.

"What'e fuckin' slut, baby. You sure are somethin' else" he chuckles, his thrusts messier by his own high approaching. "Wait for me, yeah, baby?"

You humm, as he buries deep into you, filling you up completely, as his hips stop their harsh movements when he feels the tension in his abdomen release.

"Fuckin' sweet" he uses a finger to clean some of the slick that's run down your leg. "Good girl"

He licks them off in an obscene display, making sure to never break contact.

"If you keep doing that, I'm gonna become a real bad girl" you taunt.

Then he pulls out of you carefully, doing his best not to spill too much of his load from your cunt. He grabs one of the corners of his sheets, cleaning some of his seed from your thighs. Joel should be careful, but all his foggy mind can muster is you being his in every way he can. Making you his. Mine. Mine. Mine. You plead him not to do that, but he argues laundry day is soon and he likes it better when it smells like you anyway. You confess with a cute light blush in your cheeks that you do the same when he comes over to fuck you in your dorm, sleeping better when the covers smell like him. He shouldn't feel like this: like it could be. But he allows himself to, even for an instant.

"Oh, yeah?" he pants, "what you gon' do?"

Your eyes travel to his jeans and untied buckle he hadn't wasted time taking off, rather just pulling them down.

"I have something in mind..." you wander off, remembering filthy thoughts of your first night together, how you briefly thought about it. "I-" you cut off, blushing furiously.

"Yes?" he holds your chin tightly, forcing you to look at him as his rough fingers press on the skin. "Remember what I told ya', baby? To ask nicely? 'Cause you said you'd be a good girl, so be one and tell daddy what'd ya' want"

You gulp, trying to hold his gaze. You never back down. You never back down. But the intensity of the shinning copper makes that insufferable character of yours to be tamed, boiling against the surface but just scratching, all screams lost. Is like he knows this power over you, acting on it with a benevolence so sick, it has you thinking loving Joel Miller isn't impossible.

You never back down, but being with Joel feels like walking over stones, always thinking about the next step and the ones that were, ghosts of the lingering doubts and afterthoughts behind every step you take. It's like there's a river below them, washing away regret.

But you're still here: water up your knees then and now over your head.

You're barely floating. You'd be willing to drown anyway.

"I want to ride your belt buckle"

There's silence in the other side, until its met with a light chuckle.

"Yeah?" Joel keeps on laughing, his eyebrows raised in disbelief. "S'that what that filthy head of yours be thinkin' on?"

"Stop it" you groan, covering your hot face with your palms. You wish you could erase that ugly smirk off his face. "I'm never telling you anything again, ever"

"Now c'mon, baby. I was jus' messin' 'round" his tone adquires a soft edge to it, tender warm hands removing yours from your face. "Don't cover your face, baby. You're too goddam pretty" you blush, and Joel better resist the urge to kiss you just for the sake of kissing you. "I didn't mean to make fun of ya'. You know y'can tell me anythin' that's goin' inside that head of yours"

"Then you'll let me?" your pretty eyes look up to him, shinning like the stars of the summer night sky months ago.

He can't deny you anything, and a small crack of fear wounds his impenetrable heart.

"Get'ere you filthy slut"

You eagerly climb onto his lap as he sits against the beds headboard, your thighs pushing against his belly.

"Now" he tries to put in a more comfortable position, his tired joints creaking. He avoids your gaze, coughing over his blush. "You do all the job, baby. I ain't gonna help you, this greedy pussy took all of my energy"

You giggle, moving until your bare pussy clashes against the cold. A shiver runs down your spine, the dried juices moistening again over the metal piece. His hands move to your hips, hands now soft as they hold you, and he seems unsure of it, both of your breaths coming out ragged.

"You said you weren't gonna help" you chuckle, wrapping your arms around his neck. His face feels closer, and you can see lines time has marked across his features. "But thanks, daddy"

His heart takes a dangerous leap.

"'Course, baby" he smiles. "You know I spoil ya' too damn much"

You begin to roll your hips, sliding your pussy over the cold material, your arousal making a wet slick sound that bounces off the walls, a shiver down your back as you feel your slick already coating the front of it and the top of his jeans.

"Mmm, can't say no to me, can you, baby?" you mock, rocking your hips back and forth. A shaky breath escapes your parted lips, and Joel feels his renovated dick spring hard. You moan, your ass barely touching his now tense member.

"Quit runnin' that mouth of y'rs, baby" his digits dig on your skin, "or I'll bend ya' over again"

"Sorry, daddy" you feel the metal star on the middle digging inside your pussy, the borders of the imprint brushing your leaking cunt in a pleasant way. "I promise to be good"

"Do" he grunts, "you're runnin' out of time, doll"

You close your eyes, movements more quick and erratic, little moans leaving your body as you groan.

"Tell me how this lil' experiment of yours feelin', baby"

"F-feels good, daddy. Fuck" you groan, lifting your hips a bit as you grind yourself down across the material. "So so good, daddy. Thank you, daddy"

"Mmm, that's right. Now be a good girl and come for me. Let me see that pretty face of yours when ya' come over ma' belt"

You let out a shaky breath, juices spilling over his jeans even as you see stars. He chuckles, enamoured at the sight.

"You gonna need help with that?" you point out his boner.

Oh, aren't you a doll? So kind-hearted.

"That's okay" he breathes out, tiredly. He thinks of the next trip to the bathroom, the image of what he'll fuck himself to clear now.

You smile at him, for the first time forgetting this started as a blowing-off-steam-time or transaction.

For a moment, it feels like it could be.

"Jus' seein' you cum all over me so prettily is'nough, baby"

[impeakcharacterdesign]

Just the Tip

— Thomas Hewitt x Fem!Reader —

MDNI!!!

Summary: It’s the 1960s and Luda Mae frowns upon premarital sex like any good Christian woman. You and Tommy are young, hot, and in love but the only problem is that Tommy was raised to wait until marriage and never lets you two go any further than kissing and some groping.

But the devil lives in the hot Texan sun and even God takes a break from the summer heat.

Notes: this is super short, just pure smut, self indulgent I’m obsessed with big boy Tommy 😭😭😭 i swear I’m working on part 2 of my sister Sinclair fic but Tommy has me in a choke hold and I needed an outlet.

No TW that I can think of other than bad smut and maybe ??? Coercion??? Cause Tommy wants to be a good boy and stop before y’all go too far but you flash him and then he’s absolutely 100% in. A bit of religious stuff, period typical sexism but vaguely. Let me know if I should add anything else and I’ll get right on it. Reader isn’t ever referred to using “she/her” pronouns but is described as having breasts and does have female genitalia so I tagged it fem reader to be safe

Enjoy!!!

The early morning sun burned, chasing away what little cool air remained of the night before. While the barn shaded you from the unforgiving sun and hid you from disapproving eyes — or lecherous in the case of the older men of the family — it also trapped in the heat your two bodies gave off.

Thomas pressed his open mouth to your own, tongue swiping over your teeth eager to taste you. Your hands gripped his dark hair, ruining any half-effort attempt he had made earlier in the day to smooth down his unruly hair. He held you in his arms, body pressed tightly against him in an attempt to get as close as possible, his large frame hiding you even further from prying eyes than the shadowed corners of the old barn. The kiss was deep and hungry and served as a brief respite from Luda Maes ever watching eyes. While she had been fine with you living with the family before you and Tommy were married, she forbade you from sharing a room or being intimate, a rule she absolutely refused to budge on and one that Uncle Charlie took a strange glee in ribbing you about. But much like the Texan heat, the heated looks you gave each other were unavoidable and only grew hotter as the summer days went on. Luda Mae wanted to wait until the following spring to make your union official but at the rate the town was drying up, there wouldn't even be a priest to officiate the ceremony, much less any guest to attend. You highly doubted anyone outside of the family would want to witness your union anyway but still, Luda Mae didn't want the few who would to get wise and start counting months.

These stolen moments in the barn were as good as you could get — and by god were they good.

Tommy’s large hands groped at your breasts, pawing roughy at your nipples through the worn fabric of your old dress. It wasn’t long before you found yourself in the familiar position of being sprawled out on the barn floor, coarse hay a discomfort you had long learned to endure for the sake of pleasure.

You desperately thrust your sex up onto his growing bulge, whining when he groaned and pinned your hips with his own, preventing you from getting your desired stimulation. “Please Tommy,” you beg, lips separating, “We don’t have to do too much, I just wanna touch you.” You press open-mouthed kisses to his neck, pulling softly at the flesh with your teeth and tongue dragging across the bites to taste the salt on his skin. Your hands eagerly worked to untuck his faded green shirt and wrap around him, roaming the vast expanse of his back. His whole body shuddered in your arms, an attempt to hold back from eating you whole.

You know Thomas will put an end to your romp soon, the tense lines of his shoulders and the way he shuts his eyes a sign that he's reaching his limit, that if you two don't stop now you won't be able to stop — but that’s exactly what you want.

You're tired of holding back, of this constant edging you have to endure when you’re in his presence and it gets harder every day. Just yesterday afternoon, Uncle Charlie sprayed Tommy with the hose, telling him that he was filthy and needed to get out of those clothes before he went inside. Watching as he undressed by the back door so that you could put his clothes on the line to dry had nearly given you a heatstroke — and if Charlie’s leering grin was any clue, you swear he did it on purpose in an attempt to rile you up. You ran off before you sinned right there in the yard, the memory of Thomas's shirt clinging to his arms, his chest glistening with water had kept you company well into the night.

So before Tommy puts a stop to your roll in the hay you make your move. You lift your dress up past your breast and expose yourself to him, you can see his breath stutter in his chest, this was quickly becoming the farthest you two had ever gone.

“Just watch me, Tommy, watch me,” you say breathlessly.

And he does, he sits on his haunches like a predator, his engorged cock straining against his pants and imagining just a taste has your tongue darting out to wet your lips, his gaze fixated on the movement.

Sliding your panties off your legs, your fingers dip briefly into your wet hole, gathering slick to rub onto your clit. At the very first touch, you let out a shuddering breath and you watch as his shoulders heave.

You begin rubbing your clit at an intense pace already turned on from the earlier heavy petting, not once breaking eye contact with Thomas as you do. With each moan you muffle you see his eyes grow darker with desire breathing with his mouth open as though he could taste your scent in the air. When he finally lets his cock spring free you let out your loudest moan yet. It’s better than you ever thought. His cock is thick and heavy, drooping slightly under its own weight but still undeniably firm. It curves slightly and you imagine that if it was inside you it would scrape against your walls in a way you've never been able to do with just your fingers.

Thomas grips his cock firmly and gives it a few tugs, eyes alternating between hungrily drinking in the sight of your blissed-out expression and your dripping pussy. You buck your hips, desperate to press your clit against your fingers and Thomas jerks his length even faster, rubbing his tip and spreading his precum on his hand.

God, you wished it was you that was touching him.

Thomas settles onto his knees and after a brief hesitation begins to shuffle closer to you. The sight of him crawling to you on his knees with his dripping length in hand made your pussy clench around nothing and you let out a whimper. You remove your fingers from your clit, feeling the heat radiating from his cock as he settles on top of you, legs spreading around his waist, your hips slightly raised and resting on his thighs.

The tip hesitantly pressed against your clit and your moan fills the small space before you can suppress it. This was better than you were hoping and it felt as though you were pressing against the boundaries the lord had set for you. Tommy’s eyes find yours looking for reassurance, asking without words, “Do you think this is okay?”

You find enough comprehension in your lust-addled brain to come up with a coherent answer, “It should be fine, I think,” you stammer out, “I mean, it’s not like — not like you’re putting it in so, it should be fine.”

You’re not overly familiar with the word of God outside of Sunday services and Luda Mae’s lectures, both of which you were forced to attend and spent tuning out in favor of watching the sweat build on Tommy’s brow while he worked through the window.

You think that if God could feel the weight of Thomas like you did, feel the heat like you could, you think he’d forgive the sin of your act.

It seems like that was all the reassurance that Thomas needed because no sooner than the words fumbled their way out of your mouth that he begins to drag the length of his cock against your slit.

God, if this is what hell was supposed to be like, burning and full of decadence, then perhaps you didn’t mind being a sinner.

The way he ruts against you is euphoric. Heavy breaths escape you both and you can’t help the words that spill from your lips.

“God, Tommy, I wish you would put it inside me,” you whine out “‘wanna feel your fat cock in my pussy, wanna get filled,” you might as well be begging at this point, and Tommy's increases his pace to the point that you think he wants the same thing, that he’s desperate to thrust into you rather than against you and —

And then the tip of his cock catches on your entrance and you both stop breathing.

“Maybe — Maybe it doesn’t count.” You stammer out, “It didn’t go in and it’s just the tip, and I don’t think that the tip counts” With the slightest twitch of his hips the tip of his cock has slipped inside.

"It's - it's just the tip it's fine” Your words sound empty even to you but the reassurance is all Tommy needs to push forward and let the head of his cock slide into your welcoming heat

His soul nearly leaves his body when he feels your raw pussy on the head of his cock. He jerks his length furiously and your fingers begin to move against your clit again, eager to meet your high with Thomas.

But it’s not enough. He was right there, right there just one push of his hips he’d be right where you needed him

“Please Tommy” Canting your hips slightly so the tip begins to dig deeper into you, you begin to plead once more, “wanna feel you fill me up, wanna remember the shape of your cock please”

Thomas feels years of control break at your words and with one swing of his hips, he bottoms out instantly. You feel like you've been punched in the gut as the air rushes out of you and you let out a sound like a wounded animal. Tommy stays still deep inside you, shaking and heaving, absolutely drunk on the feeling of your soaked walls clenching vigorously around his length.

You feel full in a way you've never thought possible. His length throbs, its girth stretching you in a way that burns.

When he finally starts thrusting, you’re not ready. He’s like a man possessed, solely focused on the feel of you around him, your skin pressed against his, his blood pounding in his ears.

“Wait— Tommy, ah, slow — slow down, oh god!” You can’t hold back your moans and he can’t stop, both fully engrossed in the feel of each other with no control over your own lust. Thomas crashes his lips onto yours in a halfhearted attempt to keep down your moans, it’s sloppy, clashing teeth and drooling tongues, spit escaping your lips, unlike any you’ve shared before.

This is completely different from what you’ve imagined your first time together would be like. It’s not your wedding night, you're laying on the dirty barn floor and there’s absolutely nothing gentle about the way Tommy is ravaging you. Your pussy is sopping wet and with every thrust, it lets out an embarrassing squelch, your juices and Tommy’s pre-cum leak down your ass and make a sticky mess in his dark pubes.

He doesn’t stop even as your walls spasm around him, cumming on his cock and digging your nails into his strong back. He works you through your orgasm even as your mouth clumsily forms the words to beg for him to slow down or to give you a moment. It’s too much, the sensations completely overloading your brain and all you can do is hold on tightly to him, lost in the ecstasy of your release.

Thomas lets out a deep, guttural groan as he cums, hips stuttering as he bullies his fat cock into the deepest part of your sex, filling you to the brim and your vision goes white.

Boneless, neither one of you makes a move to separate from the other, so thoroughly satisfied and content to lie where you are holding each other, Thomas’s softening cocking slipping out of you and spilling his release onto the ground.

His weight on you is comforting, you gently press kisses to his face and bask in the way his heavy breaths caress your sweaty skin.

“I love you.” You whisper into the shell of his ear and he squeezes you against him, repeating the words in his garbled voice the best he could. Your love is just for the two of you, no one else had a place in your world, no one else had the right to peak in on your affection or gawk at your differences.

This moment in time was just for the two of you.

“Thomas! Where the hell are ya, boy!”

Well, until Uncle Charlie’s voice brought you back down to reality.

[anothertimdrakestan]

Batboys Toxic Traits Headcanons

because no one is perfect, i wanted to get a little dirty with it and imagine what the boys are like when they're a little... too obsessed with you.

tw for romanticizing possessive, obsessive, jealous, aggressive actions haha xoxo

Jason Todd

- scary dog privileges wherever you go with jace, but he is ALL bite with one and only one warning bark.

- when a hand that isn't his brushes your thigh in a club, fingers get broken. when a cat caller thinks his compliment just has to be said to you, he most likely won't be able to speak again for weeks. And god forbid any villain try to use you as bait for jason, they've all learned if they value their life to never touch you. He's all for justice not vengeance until anyone tries to mess with you, then those words always get mixed up in his head.

- sometimes you cant even complain about people, they end up getting randomly harassed by a certain someone until they just move town

- jason is adamant as long as he's alive there won't be a problem of yours he can't solve with a little violence

- your biggest problem is that he struggles to let you have guy friends, obviously the ones he knows especially fellow heroes are more than fine, but he's been known to burst blood vessels when he sees you close and person with men he's never met

- he's proud of it too: "let another man try and touch y/n, it's been a slow night for me." or "i just don't get why you need him as a friend when you have me, myself, and i"

Tim Drake

- tim gets... obsessive.

- he tends to fall hard but with you he brought the house down with him

- before you were officially his he had hacked every security camera in the city to have eyes on you at any given moment

- both for your safety and his own maniacal flirting strategy: you admire shoes but frown at the price tag? tim's buying you the matching bag to go with the shoes he bought the second you looked at them.

- before you knew how insanely in love with you he was, you truly thought he was a mind reader

- well he kind of was, seeing as he scrolled through your search history every night to know which talking points to bring up with you

- once you finally fell for him and set some stronger boundaries he still occasionally found himself double checking your location when you weren't by his side, or lazily purchasing every item on your pinterest boards, he just can't help but dote on you

Damian Wayne

- damian doesn't really get close to people, but as always you were his exception

- however, this means his list of people to hang out with is extremely short, and he saw no problem in wanting to be around you wherever you went whenever he could

- like a kind of tall, dark, and brooding puppy, he quietly followed you everywhere, and when you strictly told him he couldn't follow along, you always noticed a perched shadow just a few building away

- eventually you got used to rolling over to damian coolly watching you sleep or patiently waiting to pick you up from your classes/job, happy just to walk you to your car

- just like jason, damian had a brutal and heartless style of problem-solving when it came to anyone giving you trouble

- too often you found yourself standing in between his rage a massive mistake whether it was nearly assaulting a friend of yours who tried to ask you out or threatening to buy out your entire workplace when you didn't get the promotion you wanted

- forever cooling his rage was worth having his adoration though, and you were happy to have your overbearing shadow follow you throughout your days

Dick Grayson

- for such a bubbly leader, dick often struggled with communication

- always used to bearing his problems alone youd spent too many nights tracking down your own boyfriend only to beg him to tell you what's wrong

- he never understood that you didn't always want to solve his problems, but hold his sadness or hurt with him

- it was the worst when he was upset with you, whether it was jealously or insecurity that crept into his mind

- he'd take off in a rush hoping you wouldn't notice but you always did, either hunting him down or simply waiting with open arms for him to come home

- it would take years to teach your traveling-circus-raised boyfriend that you weren't going anywhere, ever.

- but, this made for many heartfelt nights where he held you and promised you the world, as if you'd opened him up in a way no one else could, pulling forward the most magical and loving side of your sweet boy

[princesssmars]

wildfire

some starmora x reader nsfw headcanons

wc : 1.162

cw : nsfw content! triad poly relationship (fmf). dom!gamora, switch!peter, sub!reader. some sex position links bc i think they're fun. strap-on sex. anal. pda with butt slapping. masturbation.

an : watched gotg 3 and definitely not broken. new gamora is cool but im always gonna miss og gamora so expect more starmora stuff to come bc im bisexual and sad <3

so lets say you joined the guardians early, peter and gamora already have that spark between them and now you've arrived and thrown them for a loop.

while you and gamora are still mostly trying to deal with your romantic feelings, peter is being driven crazy by his sexual ones. he's not stupid enough to jeopardize the budding relationship he has with the both of you by sleeping around.

(not to say he didn't get tempted, there was this one chick with blue skin, big doe eyes and four arms and-)

still. he's not that stupid. but, he does have needs, so he jerks off. a lot. every time he does it he thinks about the both of you. the feel of gamora's skin when his hand brushed against it that morning, the smell of the new shampoo you pick up on the last planet. even just the memory of you two laughing at one of his shitty jokes is enough to make him finish.

not to say gamora doesn't get herself off as well. i don't think she would have that much sexual experience or at least not as much as peter does. just a brief hook-up occasionally to take the edge off. but when you complimented a new armored top she bought that complimented her arms and peter agreed with that stupidly charming yet sleazy smile of his, she couldn't help but lay in her bed that night and rub her puffy clit until she had to bite down on her hand as she came.

it wasn't long after that you all became official.

in the bedroom, gamora is a dom and peter is a switch. to her, there's something about quill commanding the team during missions and casual settings and being reduced to a man on his knees begging for you to touch him anywhere.

but don't for a second think you're off the hook. if you ever get too cocky when she's dominating peter, she won't hesitate to put you in your place. her favorite way to do it was sitting you on a cushion with a direct view of the bed, your hands bound behind your back with a vibrator stuffed inside you as you were left to whimper and beg as she rode peter into oblivion. she keeps eye contact with you while she has her hand around his threat, teasing you about how flustered you look.

gods help you when they're both in a dominating mood. it's mostly after they got roughed up after a mission or the person who hired you was more of an asshole than usual. on those days they don't hesitate to toss you around like a ragdoll and do with you as they please.

one time you were left behind to take care of the ship while they negotiated with the person who hired you, which must have gone wrong with the looks on their faces when they got back. before you know it you're pressed into an arch on your bed, gamora's hands pushing your mouth and tongue deeper inside of her pussy, as peter grabs your hips and helps you throw it back on his dick.

peter would love positions where he can make eye contact, loves the intimacy of it and loves to see the facial expressions you make. doing the counterblow or fireworks in the pilot's seat, a deck chair, or python in bed when your both craving contact. right before you both cum he'll pull away from sucking on your tits or neck to look you in your eyes, whispering "i love you"'s and "cum for me, cum all over me baby"'s as you both reach your highs.

gamora will take you in any position she can. not to say she doesn't love the intimacy occasionally as well. there have been more than a few times where she gently drags you to her room, places you on the bed, and eats you out agonizingly slow for over an hour before crawling on top of you and slotting herself over you, riding your cunt until neither of you can move from overstimulation. her faves would be 69, eagle, plain, and a full nelson if she's feeling pent up.

oh and gods help you when she gets her hands on a strap-on. she found it in a sex shop on a little excursion to a shady planet for rocket to find some rare materials for an invention. quill had seen it first, practically begging the two of you to go inside with him. while he and you were pointing at different beads and gadgets and giggling at the obscenity and absurdity, gamora is busy stalking along a back wall, looking at the different dildos and harnesses with piqued interest.

when she tells you that she booked a hotel room for the three of you for the night, you can't help but get a little giddy at the idea of another night of pleasure with the two of them without having to quiet yourself by biting or gagging. you don't expect gamora to come from the bathroom, a black harness around her hips with a long and thick dark red dildo attached to it. after she gets your consent and gets you prepped, your body is held up and squished between the two as peter thrusts into you from the front while gamora takes the back. you didn't leave the hotel room for two days.

they are very different in how much pda they like to show in public. gamora is more subtle, still wary to let others know how much you really mean to her, plus she likes to keep the romantic and sexual side of her life more private. she'll settle for soft smiles across the room, brushing her hand across yours when she walks by. if she's feeling devious she'll come up behind you while you're doing something under the guise of "helping you", when in reality she's pushing her entire body against yours and maybe throwing a small little thrust in there too. nine times out of ten it will leave you flushed beyond belief and she'll walk away satisfied.

peter is. a whore (affectionate). he is not afraid to be affectionate with you in public. hand holding, hugging, kissing, etc. you already know he's fond of slapping your ass, and will do it every opportunity he gets. if you do it back to him he will literally go like :0. definitely doesn't get a boner.

their aftercare is unparalleled. while you're coming down from your high, peter will rush to get a rag for you all to wash off the liquids and sweat, while gamora will whisper sweet gentle praises while making sure the both of you are hydrated. no matter how rough or quick the sex was. they will always end it with you cuddling in their arms as they whisper to you how much they care about you. <3

[mctna2019]

Let it all go

Seon-ho prepares himself for the worst. Yeon is dead, is there anything worse? how can Hwi survive without Yeon? in all these years, Seon-ho has learned from life that for surviving, trying to fight is a stronger motivation than love. he follows Hui-jae while his mind is incapable of predicting the end of this terrible story. Hwi is there, in pain. this means he's still alive. so Seon-ho, not knowing whether to be happy or sad about it, gently puts his hand on the edge of the wooden bed to keep from falling, then kneels next to him. +your father didn't want to kill him. Seon-ho looks at Hwi's face, once again. to make sure he's really alive. his lips are bruised and parted slightly for breathing. there's an infected wound on his chest. +he poisoned him to die in the worst way. he killed Yeon so that Hwi would die with the pain of losing her. Seon-ho was staring at Hwi as he feels his body bending under a heavy load. unable to say anything. the hard lump that closed his throat doesn't allow him to speak. he can't even cry. this is the result of all his efforts. "what if..." he has repeated this many times in his mind. but time doesn't wait for him. it's mercilessly moving forward and pulling everything inside its. Yeon's smile, Hwi's peace and Seon-ho's heart. he slams his fist on the ground to pain makes him conscious. his hands are shaking like when he couldn't touch Yeon's body. something is preventing him from touching Hwi too, as it was about Yeon. +poison doesn't destroy Hwi. Yeon's death... -enough. please...I beg you...stop it. again though he doesn't want to, he breaks in front of her. Seon-ho doesn't hear another voice behind himself. the only sound of her skirt rustling on the floor and then only Hwi’s painful breathing. -H...Hwi... Hwi's name comes out of his mouth like a word he isn't allowed to say. there's no angry answer. it's only at that moment that his tears start to fall non-stop. -why didn't you trust me? why does no one listen to me in this hell? but Yeon had trusted him. Seon-ho took her out of that hell then she was sent to heaven thanks to his father. he put his exploding head on his arms. why did nothing ever go right? -Yeon is sleeping peacefully. but you have to survive, you have to wake up. Seon-ho knows that Hwi will take revenge. of course, if he can. if there will be a big war, either Hwi will die or Namjeon. and Seon-ho's presence in the meantime won't matter to anyone anyway. he has no strength left to fight. he tried his best to save Hwi and Yeon both and stop his father, but everything had collapsed. when he comes out of the room, Hui-jae is standing there. -can he be treated? +he's strong, you know. now her tone is calmer and free of anger. Seon-ho nods in agreement. +don't you want to stay until he wakes up? -it's better for him if he doesn't see me. seeing him reminds Hwi of what happened. as the son of his sister's murderer... the bastard or official son, it doesn't matter. Namjeon was his father after all. so Seon-ho set out. +if you want to see Yeon... Seon-ho stops but doesn't turn back. Chi-do takes her to a hut near the river. Seon-ho doesn't tell Hui-jae that when she had to go because Hwi had fainted, he was the one who took Yeon in his arms and carried her to that cottage. with strange pain in his whole body. only Chi-do knows this secret. -it doesn't matter how many times I see her. she doesn't see me anymore.

[ratkingdotsai2]

I slept three hours last night and I'm about to make it everyone's problem so I present

joyful reunion characters send you a valentine's day card

cw: spoilers for ending and extras, multishipping, terrible jokes, knives

duan ling: it's a very pretty card, the paper has flower petals and rare plants embedded into it. in it, he reveals that he's the crown prince of your kingdom, and begs you to never treat him differently, even after he ascends to the throne

wu du: he personalized the card with pictures and drawings of things you like, and it smells very good (almost too good if we're being honest... and you start feeling a little drowsy after opening it). he put some trinkets he thought you'd like inside the envelope as well. however, the post scriptum asks you to remind him what your name is

lang junxia: there is a card, but he hid it so well that you won't find it until six months after you two break up. inside there are all the words he didn't tell you while you were together. you find yourself wishing you'd never broken up with him, and go stargazing on your own

zheng yan: there's no card. he's already in your house, naked covered only by a bouquet of flowers, and a five course meal with accompanying wine menu is ready on the table

A LOT more under the cut dkdkfkf but this post is already too long

chang liujun: the card is plain and the handwriting on it is terrible, but it's fully handwritten, and you can tell how much effort he put into it. it asks if he can bring his son protegé on your date

borjigin batu: there's no card. he kidnaps you and takes you to his house, where he gifts you a dagger and begs you to become his anda

helian bo: he bought an over the top card from a chain, but his handwritten note inside is very thoughtful. however, it says that he has been promised in marriage to your distant cousin, and you can't be together

cai yan: the card is very cute, covered in little doodles he drew while overthinking what he should write in it. several versions of the same message are crossed out, and you think the crossed out versions are better than the final message. it begs you to never leave him

yelu zhongzhen: it's a beautiful, handcrafted, and clearly expensive card. the words inside are concise, but will remain with you for a lifetime. you understand that you will never see each other again, unable to forget the little time you had together

li jianghong: it's an anonymous piece of paper with a cryptic poem instructing you where to meet him at midnight on valentine's day. the last words are 'burn after reading'

li yanqiu: it's handwritten on expensive paper with the imperial stamp on it. it summons you to the palace with utmost urgency. are you getting executed or married? who knows, probably not even him

lang junxia: there's no card. he attempts an assassination on you on valentine's day three years in a row. it fails each time

li yanqiu: there's no card. he sends zheng yan to kidnap summon you

zheng yan: the card is plain but tasteful. inside it he promises you the marquis of huaiyin's loyalty to the li family

wu du: the card is blank, but as soon as you touch it, the poison enters your bloodstream and you drop dead. as you draw your last breath, you remember that one time when you were a little too friendly with duan ling

cai wen: it's a store bought card, but exactly to your taste. he asks if you mind if he brings his little brother on your date

li jianghong: it's another anonymous scrap of paper. it asks if you can find his son and raise him for five years

lang junxia (again. sorry): there's no card. he makes you a shrine instead. yes, the whole building, including a hand painted mural. it's unfinished though

duan ling: you happen to both be at an event together, and he asks you to speak in private. you think he's going to give you a card, but he slaps you and calls you an ungrateful, unfilial, unworthy corrupt official instead

yao zheng: you haven't spoken with her in years after a disagreement. in the card, she apologises for that, and then talks herself into another argument with you

duan xiaowan: you two never really dated. she left you a sheet of paper informing you that she's pregnant and that she'll raise the child on her own, good luck finding them. thankfully you happen to know a guy

mu kuangda: the card asks if you want to be his co-conspirator and overthrow the government with him (old man yaoi rights)

fei hongde: it's not a card, it's a ten page essay on how to manage the city you govern

li xiao: the card is expensive and beautiful. inside, it says that she holds the vast majority of the military power in huaiyin and to tread very carefully if you want to keep your head on your shoulders (for a character with no more than three lines of dialogue I love her very much)

bian lingbai: the card is very friendly and flattering. he invites you to see his secret stash of gold. you're certain there's no nefarious intent behind this (sorry if this is inaccurate, it's been a while since I read this arc sjdkfkf)

xie you: it's not a card, it's a letter with the shadow guard's stamp on it. all it does is ask if you know the location of the other half of the jade arc

lang junxia (sorry I have to exhaust all the lang junxia ships): the card promises that no matter what happens, you'll go through it together. you really want to believe that he won't abandon you like everyone else did, but deep down, you know he will. you accept anyway (I'll be so fr i can't remember if this is novel canon, audio drama canon, or a fic I read. if it is a fic and you're the one who wrote it, fuck you thank you for getting me into langcai)

duan ling: there's no card. he barges into your house screaming that someone is trying to kill him and you're completely lovestruck. you ask him to marry you right there and then (zhongling my precious underappreciated ship)

borjigin batu: the card is anonymous. you open it and there's no message, only a picture of a dog made of lettuce leaves

chang pin: the card just asks you for help to find some guy you've never heard of. you think it's very suspicious so you accept just to keep an eye on him. he mysteriously disappears a few days later

han bin: the card informs you that he burnt your birth certificate

zheng yan: the card relentlessly makes fun of you. it informs you that, if only you were a decade younger, he'd happily go at it with you for three days and three nights straight (listen that part is too funny not to use it skdkfl we have langzheng rights in this household)

I'm pretty sure I exhausted all characters in foxghosts' reference index that have actual dialogue lmao (plus duan xiaowan bc she's a queen and she simply must be included anyway)

[mrskillingjoke]

I'm Back on Tumblr, after a month 👍

My reasons we're literally: I know I can't watch good omens season 2 when it's released so until I can watch it I won't Go on Tumblr, 'cause I don't want to get spoilered.

And holy Shit it was the right decision!

First of all this season was so good and gay and fan-servicing, I mean: WTF!!! THANK YOU NEIL GAIMAN FOR THIS!

The Idea of Aziraphale and Crowley to playing Wingmans for a couple of cute lesbians is beautiful 🤌

Aziraphale and Crowley Love each other so much, I mean the Looks, the married couple vibes, the flirting, the careness, the touches, the Dancing how can it be that even Gabriel/Beelzebub have a Happy end and Crowley and Aziraphale DON'T!!

I mean it's kinda comprehensible why Aziraphale decided to Go Back to heaven. After all we all knew it.

He Loved Crowley but at the same time He Loved heaven and would Like to Go Back there.

Aziraphale and Crowley are Just two Boys, abused in their menage.

But Crowley Had been left behind so He Saw the abusement and refuses it. But Aziraphale is dependent to heaven. He Always got enough excuses to want to Go Back and make everything right.

Like a Kid who gotten Hit by His mother and then she bought them an ice for excuse and is very prudence with them all the way 'till the next Hit. The Kid know it's Bad but they want their mother and stay and make excuses and say it's Not that Bad and when they are an adult they have their own Family and don't want to do it the Same way.

As i Said we already knew that Aziraphale Had this. We saw His struggles in the First season. So we were prepared for Aziraphale to forgive heaven all the time.

Also I Believe that Aziraphale May know in His occiput, that metatron was the only Thing standing between him and being vanished of the book of Life. I mean when a mighty Person Standing between me and my end of existence I would say yes to everything they ask me, Just to be Sure that I will live.

I mean metatron don't need to officially speak Out a threat. We have Seen it with the demons and Angels before. And Aziraphale was uncomfortable to be alone with metatron in the First place.

He is Like a old Mafia Boss, smiling peacefully at you while Holding a gun right to your ribs. You wouldn't do anything that could kill, disembodies you or vanish your existence. It's Just a sane reaction.

Also we have Seen how He regrets His decision. I mean we saw the way He looked at metatron when He telled Aziraphale about "the second". He looked frightend, anxious, regretful...

And yes I know all of this and Think it's comprehensible but I still wanna Grab Aziraphale by His shoulders and shaking him 10 minutes to Sense and then get them all therapy!!!

Oh and I have a new tag: #prayforahappyendingforgays🙏🏳️‍🌈

Yes it's Long but I need to have people using this tag, Just for a Happy ending for our Gays 😭

And also... I Heared that Neil Gaiman needs the Fans Support for a third season.

And I know what you are doing Mr Gaiman. Manipulating Fans by having this much of fanservice in one season and then let it end with a Bad and sad ending were the Most Loved couple Breaks apart and than asking for Support to have a new season to make a (hopefully) Happy ever After for them!

And it works!!! I mean No one who have a Bit empathy for Crowley or who is at heart, just a little bit of a good person would let this be the end of our ineffable husbands!

I mean I sat in Front of my (unfortunalety faltering) Television and screamed and cried about this ending, begging for a miracle (one more miracle, Sherlock...) For Not lettin' my ship sinking in a storm, pulled down by the Kraken himself 😭

🙏🏳️‍🌈 I beg you make a third very gay-happy-ending season with our all favourite ineffable husbands finally gettin' really married by god themself, 'cause even they can't See all of this without forcing them to finally come around together!!!

[lightsonparkave]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO LIGHTS ON PARK AVE! WE’RE OFFICIALLY FOUR YEARS OLD TODAY. Join the celebrations by submitting a work! There’s a little less than a week and a half left until Round 48 closes on August 31, and you have 143 prompts to choose from. There are no minimum work requirements or limit to how many works you can submit.

Not sure you can finish your work in time? Little messages are great presents too. What has the past year of Lights on Park Ave been like for you? Do you have a favorite prompt or round? A favorite LoPA work? Want to make a rec list of your favorites or wax poetic and show some love for a specific work and/or creator? Go for it. Let the Steve/Tony community know! The LoPA askbox is open or if you want to make your own Tumblr post or tweet, you can mention @lightsonparkave​ or tag #lightsonparkave. Whatever method you choose, I’ll make sure to share your message/post on here and Twitter.

Or maybe you’re not up to making anything this time. In that case, let’s take a walk down memory lane. Here are all 15 Lights on Park Ave works for previous rounds this past year.

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.616

"Now and Forever" - MissionCritical

MCU

Steve finding Tony after losing everything, losing Tony, and then finding his way back to Tony, where he belongs - Steviecpt (on Tumblr)​

Ultimates

“Make Such Fools of Ourselves” - @ralsbecket (see a sneak peek on Tumblr) The one where Tony reminisces on the journey he took with Steve, from professional colleagues to intimate lovers.

FIC

.616

“Puppet Master” - @nostalgicatsea Time flies when you're having fun or so the saying goes, but Tony can't say that he's enjoying himself if he can't remember any of it, even if the way that Steve looks at him now is everything he's dreamed of for years.

616/MCU

“forfeit your fate and watch it pay” - XtaticPearl/@suitofhumour The Civil War seems to be building even though it isn't a war yet but he's starting to believe that Steve won't back down if it came down to it. It's been a long week of longer days and Tony just wants to ignore all the red alerts for one day. Tomorrow he could go back to fighting his friends again. Fittingly, he gets a multiverse hopping Steve dropping into his home in the middle of the night.

AU

Electric Touch - @iam93percentstardust All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life Got a feelin' your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life And I want you now, wanna need you forever In the heat of your electric touch ~ But with Tony… He looks at him, and he wonders if Tony can bring him back to life. Every lingering touch, every smoldering glance, every knowing smirk makes Steve feel like he’s been lit up inside and they’ve haven’t even kissed. And he’s still scared, but he’s hoping—he’s hoping—that this story has a happy ending.

“Severed Ties” - @ayapandagirl/fluffypanda Severance AU, Cap says goodbye to Iron Man

"Severed Ties" continuation - @ayapandagirl/fluffypanda Severance AU, Cap and Iron Man don’t kiss

“start all over again” - @areiton He’s always wanted to see, what the warm water shoals were like.

“the closest to heaven that i'll ever be” - @tinystark616 Steve is an angel whose job is to take care of the people in New York and take their souls to Heaven when they die. After Maria Stark dies and begs him to please take care of her son, Steve decides it couldn't hurt to keep an eye on Tony. What Steve's not expecting is how easy and inevitable it is to fall in love with him.

MCU

An excerpt from a 1970 Steve/Tony Endgame @marveltrumpshate fic - @nostalgicatsea Most of his life, he had been busy looking over his shoulder or at the horizon. 

“give your heart to no one” - @areiton (also on Tumblr) He wakes up and finds out he’s lost everything.

“Hit and Run” - @nostalgicatsea Here they both were, Steve careening forward, the brakes useless and broken, Tony in the middle of the road. A collision years in the making.

“The End” - @tinystark616 It all started when Steve Rogers fell in love with Tony Stark.

“Together” - @tinystark616 Carol has rescued Tony from space, and now he has to confront his feelings for Steve while processing the trauma of losing the fight to Thanos. Tony realizes that the Steve that came back to him isn't the same Steve he used to know, but that he has changed as well..

[noroi1000]

Hi ! I really loved the Gojo Satoru royal AU story called "Commander" the anon who requested it made such a good request and you did a great job writing it !

This sounds sort of more like a continuation or mini-series for the "Commander" fic but could I request where there's a very grand masquerade ball (imagine commander!reader in a dress 😻🫶)and/or where commander!reader gets/achieves the power to order in the political matters which makes many ppl's belief stronger as seeing her in future regent empress position with gojo as the emperor 🙈 ( imagining commander!reader officially as the empress makes me run laps ). also adding smut isn't necessary but if u do i'd like reader to be dom like she was (😫) (even if they switch up positi- yk ehm ) but yea it's upto to u if u do this req or not but i am so in love with commander!reader , she's SO SO mighty fine

Gojo x fem reader (royal AU)

Warning: Smut at the beginning.

A/n: Is grammar good? My phone updated the keyboard including the whole translator and now I don't know what the quality of the translation is. Except that the translation now takes me longer.

"Such a good boy." You moaned stroking your prince's hair as he hovered over you with heavy breathing.

"(y/n)… Ah… so tight…" He moaned, pushing his hips back slightly to give himself a moment to breathe so he wouldn't come so fast.

"You are so big~ I want you inside. It's so enjoyable." You said with a slightly heavier breath. After all, he already fucked you. It's not like Satoru's stamina sucks so much that you can't cum with him. Everything is just right.

Satoru is big, he is wide, he is long. Everything is just right. Also that he's such a good boy and succumbs to you.

Even when he's on top, he can't dominate for long.

And moaning for you, he's such a sweet boy you can't help it. By pleasing himself, he pleases you.

When he's towering over you, he can't make your body give up. He listens to your body language just as much when he's down as he is up. Besides, he loves getting petted by you and hearing you say he's a good boy more than fucking you and hearing you moan.

He loves to hear words of praise flying out of your mouth along with moans. Because he knows it's nice for you.

This great, powerful prince does what you tell him to do. Change position, change rhythm. You guide him even lying on your back.

Then when you want you can stop him, you can bump into his hips, you can hold him close.

You can change your position at any time and he won't complain about it. He'll just whine even more. Just enough.

You tell him to fuck you, he's gonna fuck you. And in the moments where he's a little mean when he looks at your face contorted in pleasure, then he moans like a bitch when he starts fucking you. Your pussy can tire him as long as he is able to persevere. Because you know exactly what to do to make him oversensitive. Almost bring him to orgasm, and keep going. Or give him endless pleasure. One that will overwhelm him.

Keep him inside until he's panting, or take him out often and leave him on his tummy. Without anything to wrap its length. Or even move fast on it. All this can drive him crazy.

He even lets you tie him up. Then all you have to do is ride him until he whines like a real slut begging for a break. But he still maintains his very high position in the state.

Even though you can make him moan even by pinching his nipples… This is his little secret. You don't know if he likes it or not, but when you touch his chest, when your hands find his nipples, he always makes some soft grunts.

If he can abuse your tits with his mouth and hands, you can also abuse him for a while. It's always a foretaste of seeing his flushed face.

Well, at this point, for example, you could very well make him moan.

Holding your hips, he pounded into you, moaning softly, just like you.

Dirty talk always turned you on, but also him. Even now, praising him helps a lot to make him blush and also to make his cock twitch inside you.

"good boy… You fill me up so well It's so good… Ah…" You groaned as he hit that spot. With your moan, you felt him tremble in your walls. "So hard and nice… So deep… Satoru~."

Singing his name, you pulled him into a kiss.

Reaching your hand between your legs, you began to move your fingers on your clit, breathing faster against his mouth.

You clenched as you got closer to orgasm. He moaned loudly and pulled back for a moment, feeling your pussy sucking him in too hard.

He didn't want to come too soon. This time he didn't want to come with you. He wanted to fuck you through your orgasm.

"Toru, I want to cum… I want you…" You groaned, gripping his forearm with one hand.

"Wait…" He moaned as he gripped the base of his cock, only one inch of it inside you for the moment.

Looking at his face, you saw his eyes closed.

You smiled slightly and wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him down to you. As you hooked your ankles together, you were sure that you would succeed.

You pulled him down, causing his entire length to slide inside you. Hitting as deep as he could. Filling you with it all, making you feel something in your belly that you don't naturally feel. Feeling how its tip reaches even to the lower abdomen. Such were the charms of a boy with a big cock. It was a strange feeling, but it was pleasant.

As he was suddenly sucked inside of you, he grunted loudly as he felt your walls gripping his cock hard again. His back arched involuntarily as he lay down on your chest, burying his red face between your tits.

Moving your fingers faster on your sensitive bud, you tightened your legs around. And he, wanting to give you an orgasm, moved his hips as shallowly as he could while you held him tight. All he had to do was lightly nudge the bundles of nerves that sent a current to your core, making you spill over him, pressing the walls tight against him.

You heard his grunts and his groans muffled in your body. How couldn't he moan when the vacuum was sucking him in so much, the way your pussy squeezed and sucked him was driving him crazy. Running his tip over your cervix a few times before he unexpectedly fired as your walls twitched slightly. He has filled your belly with warmth. He moaned into your skin, pressing his lips to the soft mounds.

You started stroking his hair, feeling him getting soft inside of you. And despite his shoulders shaking from the hypersensitivity of his penis, you held him close to you, wanting to stare at your flushed little boy.

"Ah… Maybe with another orgasm like this deep inside you, I'll get information about the heir, huh?" he laughed, trying to free himself from the grip of your walls around him.

"Before that happens, I'd better be your wife. I don't want to be criticized by the elders." You joked.

"Wife, huh…" he moaned softly. "Are you ready for masquerade ball ?"

"Right now I'm not prepared. I'm lying naked in bed while my naked boyfriend lies on top of me, his soft cock still inside me. I doubt I'd go to ball like that."

"We can go like this." You hit him lightly on the head as he laughed.

"Do you think this suits me?" You asked as you looked at yourself in the mirror.

"You look great." Satoru said, sitting on the bed behind you. Looking down at your back where the skin was visible under a piece of decorative lace before his gaze dropped lower.

"I can see in the mirror where you're looking, pervert." You muttered, adjusting the sleeves to the elbows, as well as the neckline.

"And I see you're adjusting your chest now. I chose a neckline for you,” he said with a smile.

"I figured it out."

"I know you like it. You look good in blue." He walked over to you and placed his hands on your waist, bringing his head to yours. "And I also know you wouldn't want a dress that made you look like you had a soccer ball up your ass. My aunt wears one, bleh."

"Yeah I know. Thank you. It's beautiful. It's just… I should go there as your partner? You know… I should be on duty right now as your bodyguard at the ball. Even under this mask they recognize me…" you looked at the little purple-blue mask.

Your outfits matched.

He was wearing a light blue suit with silver markings. It looked more like white with blue flashes, however it matched his eyes as well as his hair.

Your dress was also white and blue. Blue lace, bits of blue fabric that almost glowed.

There were little purple crystals in your styled hair, looking more like a combination of blue and purple. The same crystals were on your neck, only they were bigger. A necklace made of silver and crystals that you also received from Satoru on that day.

"They can't stop you from going to ball. You got an invitation signed with my name." From his pocket he pulled out an ornate piece of paper with an invitation to the ball written on it. Specially with your name, signed his "The mask is just a decoration that completes the outfit. You can download it anytime. Every person will probably take off the mask at some point."

Suddenly, he also pulled out his mask, white with silver and purple fragments, from his pocket. Almost the same as yours.

"You see? This is not a ball with traditional costumes. Not a kimono, not a Yukata. You are to dress as you like. But you can't go to a ball with a sword and armor. You deserve the most fun of all." Grabbing your hand, he pulled you towards the door. "Now come on. The whole night is waiting for us."

"Let's welcome Prince Satoru, along with his partner, (y/n)."

Standing next to Satoru at the entrance to the hall, you saw the people already inside bowing as you entered with him.

Only, you didn't expect your name to be spoken to the whole room.

So that's what Satoru meant when he talked about being a princess.

Standing next to the golden thrones at the top of a couple of stairs, you looked down at the people dressed differently. Colorful dresses, men's clothes. Masks on people's faces.

Holding Satoru's arm, you made your way down the stairs.

You immediately heard and saw the fangirls club screaming for Satoru to see them.

He had to smile because as a host he had to smile.

When they saw his gaze, they squealed and rejoiced, and their partners looked at them strangely.

They always gave you strange looks. Like they want to murder you for taking the perfect man away from them.

Even if you had to fight them, even in that dress, you'd win right away.

"Would you like to dance?" he asked, offering you his hand.

You accepted his offer with a smile.

To spend the next few minutes feeling his hands guiding you across the dance floor, hands holding you as you twirl in your dream dress.

The hands that hold you at the end as he left your back down at the end of the melody.

And eyes that showed satisfaction. His smile on his face. His lips fell to yours in a slow kiss.

Minutes passed, then hours.

Until finally he suddenly took you to the throne. Standing with you against the wall. When he said he had a surprise for you.

"You know, from today you'll have a lot more political power. And more in the future." He said with a smile, holding your hands.

"What are you talking about? I didn't want to hear about my political position at the ball." You smiled slightly as you looked into his eyes. He took off his mask and then yours, placing it on the table next to him.

You saw that the emperor entered the hall, and started walking to his throne to sit down. You smiled and tilted your head towards him.

He was a kind man to you who didn't treat you like anyone else. After all, you were his son's chosen one.

Once his father was seated, he pulled you to the middle.

"Satoru?"

"You will have more as my bride, as the future empress. To have even more as Empress later." He said staring at you.

The moment you opened your mouth to speak, he saw his height decrease as he knelt down.

He held out his hand to you, showing you a shiny ring that he placed on your finger, and without asking as he spoke:

"You will be my empress." He grabbed your hands, his eyes twinkling.

You looked at him before smiling, your cheeks turning slightly red as your eyes shone. He stood up holding you close, hugging you, kissing you. Not listening at all to how his Father announces something to the people.

How could he not brag that his son had knelt before a woman to become his future empress. How could he not be happy when he did it in front of the woman he loves and also has great potential to be at the Emperor's side.

Most importantly, his son did it in front of the woman he wants to spend the rest of his life with.

[ravenlking]

𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒 (II)

𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀

gender-neutral warnings: genre: fluff a/n: - i accidently posted it too early and deleted it so i can't find the ask anymore T-T - the banners belong to me, but the pictures are from the official game! please do not steal! - please give me feedback :)

Let me know if you'd like more @rose-the-witch1

physical touch with them is really awkward in the beginning. it makes sense - riddle has only the neglect from his mother, making him feel extremely touch-starved; malleus has only had lilia but he quickly grew out of his childish habits

tl;dr, you have a couple of touch-starved babies to hug!!

riddle:

he is super shy about it, most times, he'll probably never bring it up!

although, you find his little secret out in a very cute and sherlock-like manner. you slowly realize that when your hugs are over, riddle is the last to let go, clenching his arms around you before reluctantly letting go. you start to notice whenever you'd leave, riddle would give you those cute, puppy-eyes, begging you to not leave

you're always the one to initiate it. whenever you walk side-by-side, you're the first to tangle your hands together, first to interlace your fingers together until riddle's face is as red as his hair. he'll quietly splutter out a question but is paused when you wink, pressing a kiss to his knuckles - igniting his face once more.

nowadays, you're sad to say that riddle is more used to your impromptu subtle pda, but dont be surprised if he's still stuttering and stumbling when you do so!

malleus:

he is definitely not shy about it, especially in private. on most rainy days, he'll snatch you around the waist to plop you on his lap for reading his novel. an absent-minded arm around your waist clenches onto your skin as if silently begging you to not leave.

sometimes, if he's reading with you, malleus will bury his head into the crook of your collarbone, his gravely, deep voice rumbling in his chest and against your back, his warm breathes littering your skin with goosebumps - the embrace feels so much more intimate...

even on late night walks with you, he'll keep your hands laced together, a gentle smile every now and then igniting butterflies in your stomach, pressing soft kisses on your knuckles/inner wrist before teleporting away in a fluffy of fireflies - malleus is such a romantic

lilia demands credit for teaching malleus "the ways of romancing your partner who is a human and you're a heir 101"

little scenarios that never fail to give any of them butterflies:

you accidently falling asleep on them - malleus

malleus is stunned. you, a tiny human, trusts him, a big scary, intimidating dragon heir to fall asleep on. suddenly, malleus realizes the enormous size difference between the two of you. you're magicless, absolutely weak against any bullies and the school, and that thought just makes malleus growl under his breath. a gentle smile curving subconsciously on your lips makes him smile.

"good night, my dear" malleus murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead and continuing to read his book. a hand plays with your hair as you slept.

riddle falling asleep on your lap

riddle's so cute, you think. he has recently been exhausted with organizing all the hectic activities crowley planned, and it seemed that the exhaustion finally caught up to him. his ruby red hair fans out all around him like a halo and his chest slowly raises before dipping in repetitive motions. you could spend all day staring at him and won't even be bored. riddle was just that mesmerizing

you playing with malleus's hair - malleus

it's incredibly relaxing, malleus thinks. his eyes are closed, focusing on the soothing motions whenever your fingers comb through his hair, separate the stray knots before twisting and turning. at this rate, with how relaxed malleus is, he could fall asleep without even a second's pause. when he feels you stopping, you could see a pout on his face before you laugh and resume.

cuddling with each other!

obviously, you would be in the middle. riddle curls his body into a smaller ball, nuzzling his bright-red face against your chest and hugging an arm, while malleus back-hugs you from behind, acting as the bigger spoon. his warm breathes fan across your skin, littering goosebumps across your skin and combined with your rosy teddy bear, you fall asleep to a warm embrace

[spidersmiceandeverythingnice]

Okay as promised - now we get to talk about Calanmai and the very bizarre issue that SJM has with consent.

So as my mutual pointed out, the "closest" Tamlin gets to the boundary pushing YA bad boy sexy scene in ACOTAR takes place during the Spring Equinox where he propostions and bites Feyre. This scene made a lot of people justifiably upset - I wasn't a huge fan either when I first read it - but believe it or not! This scene actually becomes so much worse when you put it in the context of ACOTAR as a whole!

So here is the context for Calanmai as a whole: It is the celebration of the Spring Equinox, where Tamlin, as part of his official duty as the High Lord of Spring, officially ends winter and imbues the land with magic that ensures that crops will grow - a ritual change of the seasons and literal demonstration of his authority and power as a High Lord. There's bonfires, faerie orgies - actually it sounds kinda like a great party and everyone is looking forward to it, but Tamlin hasn't mentioned anything to Feyre up until this point.

Lucien then explains that this isn't just like a fun sexy faerie party. As part of the Spring Court's celebration, faeries from the other Courts are invited into Spring to participate in the revelries. They don't have a lot of direct control over who crosses their borders given that Amarantha is currently in charge and her minions and spies are stated to be numerous and everywhere. Furthermore, Tamlin isn't just leading the celebration - he is going to invite some supernatural force of pure magic to possess his body in order to complete some magic coupling ritual, and when this magic enters him, he completely loses all sense of self until he won't even remember his own name.

Or in other words: Tamlin takes a magic roofie and is forced to have sex with a random ass stranger in front of many many other random ass strangers.

This is.... not good. To put it super super mildly. A lot of this is framed to make Tamlin seem sexually aggressive but it is, in fact, the only time he's actually sexually aggressive in any context. He and Feyre only sleep together once, after he confesses that he's fallen in love with her and she is the one who then invites him to bed, and initiates sex with him.

So the fact that Tamlin needs to take a roofie and have dubiously consensual sex (and again I am being super charitable in my analysis because I have seen many people outright condemn this as Tamlin being raped) to make this ritual is one thing.

The other thing is that Lucien confirms to Feyre that Tamlin is legitimately attracted to her, so the magic might "choose" her as his Maiden for the ritual despite her still being human. And because of the celebration's wildness and the ritual's dubious nature, neither of them want for that to happen. So Lucien and Tamlin both ask her to stay in her room, lock the doors, set up snares and traps and whatever she does, but don't answer the door if anything knocks and don't come out until morning.

So this already sketch ass ritual has now been clarified with a boundary.

Feyre leaves her room twice. The first time, we get Rhysands introduction. I'll get to this and the massive gaslighting that happens later but in any case - Lucien manages to find her and brings her back to the house and begs her to please, please stay in her room like they asked her to.

The second time she leaves the room, it's Tamlin she encounters, queue biting scene. Feyre smacks him across the face and basically tells him to fuck off, because she's a whole person with agency and he doesn't get to touch her without permission, ever.

And.... Tamlin does this. Granted, he lightly rags on her for not doing what he asked - and like, hello, Feyre? How hard was it to get earplugs and knock out for the evening rather than putting yourself through this ordeal which literally everyone warned you about ahead of time - but most importantly he also respects a boundary and does not sexually approach her again until she initiates at the end of the story.

One of my main issues with Rhysand as a character is that he continually, repeatedly, habitually disrespects and ignores boundaries if he believes that they aren't reasonable or don't suit him. We see this happen many times with his "illusion of choice" - we see this happen when he manipulates Tarquin to steal the Summer Court's treasure even though Feyre points out that Tarquin is the leader of a friendly Court and might just give them the Book of Breathing if they explain what it's for - we see this happen when he allows his homophobic abusive uncle access to his Saintly City despite his cousin begging him not to do this because she doesn't feel safe - etc etc etc.

The difference between Calanmai and the later scenes with Rhysand is consent. In the Calanmai scene with Tamlin, Feyre has character agency and strength. Has she made objectively stupid choices? Yes! But she's also allowed to do this in the narrative, and she's allowed to tell her love interest that he doesn't get to decide what's good for her because she'll handle herself. He doesn't get to put his hands on her until she asks him to.

Furthermore, Calanmai serves as Rhysands character intro and... Let me just find my ACOTAR copy real quick. Page 189 is where the chapter starts. Feyre says that Rhysand is the most physically beautiful person she's ever seen - but at this point, she finds all High Fae attractive and beautiful. Here, on 190: "Had I just traded three monsters for something far worse?"

She holds her ground, saying that "I was terrified of him, but I wasn't about to let him know," and lies about being at the bonfire with friends who will look for her if she's missing, frantically looks for ways to escape while Rhysand purrs and prowls and blocks off the path so she can't immediately run. She says at the bottom of Page 190, "I had never seen anyone so handsome - and never had so many warning bells pealed in my head because of it."

Rhysand, in Mist and Fury, tells Feyre that she wasn't ACTUALLY scared of him, which I'd be like, okay, fair enough for him to think that based on their introduction - except on page 191, Feyre says, "When I stopped shaking, I looked around at the gathered faeries."

Girl was so terrified of Rhysand that she started having a physical reaction to his presence. Rhysand later violates her sexual boundaries ("I braced myself to be drugged and disgraced again.") and has the unmitigated nerve to gaslight her in Mist and Fury by saying that he could tell she was attracted to him from the start, that she'd secretly enjoyed and appreciated her own sexual assault.

I literally do not have the words basically for how disgusting this. Like - SJM seems to realize that she wrote some legitimately Bad Shit with Calanmai. Like in ACOWAR it's revealed that Lucien volunteered to take Tamlin's place in the ritual - because he was upset over Feyre being kidnapped and didn't want to take a roofie and have sex with a random stranger - and "Some line was crossed," but even then, she seems to believe that a line was crossed because Evil Femme Fatale Ianthe got involved and not any inherent issue with the ritual itself. She also implied in Book One that all High Lord's preform a version of the same ritual Tamlin does - and then made one of those Lords an openly gay man. But instead of dealing with that story line - Tamlin doesn't seem to enjoy Calanmai, and its kind of obvious as to why - SJM just decided to reframe her narrative as "Uh Tamlin Bad and Aggressive, Rhysand Good because Choices" when the actual text of her story proves the opposite of this at every turn. Feyre has to loose sexual agency in her relationship with Rhysand in order to make it work - because she was established as a character who was in control of her sex life and Rhysand took that away from her. Rather than deal with that trauma, we make it so that Rhysand was her soul mate all along and Feyre actually liked being dressed up and made to do public lap dances under the influence tee hee how naughty amiright ladies?????

Anyhow fuck Mist and Fury especially.

[earthtooz]

hello!! can you make haikyuu boys with one y / nq has a flirty and charming personality? Let's say you call everyone by "cute, adorable boy, darling, love" and that kind of thing, with the characters you want !!

𝗛𝗤 𝗕𝗢𝗬𝗦 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗔 𝗙𝗟𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗬 𝗦/𝗢

#↳ with bokuto kotaro, iwaizumi hajime, miya atsumu and kuroo tetsuro!!!!

warnings: swearing, fluff :)

a/n: yas 🥰🥰 i believe in confident or flirty reader supremacy!!!! also it becomes suggestive in some parts (iwai's) so please be 16+ to read! this was a lil something i wanted to get out before i whip out some longer fics, but i hope this matched your standards anon! thank you sm for requesting, i had a lot of fun w it <3

༉‧₊˚. 𝗕𝗢𝗞𝗨𝗧𝗢 𝗞𝗢𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗢:

he'd be so into a flirty s/o- BYEE SAY NO MORE!!

like he loves it, someone to banter with? someone who he can joke around with? he's falling for you in no time.

especially when they're a verbal flirt, he probably won't be able to read body language all too well- apart from winks... and kissing... or making out.

he probably also can't tell that you're flirting with him unless it's super direct! he loves pick-up lines, especially smart ones that he's never heard before, those always get a good giggle out of him, but he also adores being complimented. calling him nicknames that no one else does gets his heart going.

'bo', 'taro' (omg like the food), 'kou', you probably won't call him endearments unless you know he's comfortable with them. (calling him 'cutie' is his ultimate weakness, but it's kinda cringe... oh well, he is cute tho)

greeting him at school, if you slip in a 'looking handsome as ever today, bokuto" with a sly wink, he'll be red in the face and giggling about it until break time.

babie 😟😟

i think just knowing someone that can be flirtatious or charming or 'bold' is very reassuring to bokuto, because he's someone who's 100% all the time. knowing he won't scare you away with how enthusiastic he can be is a dealbreaker. bonus points if you know how to reciprocate that energy or know how to calm him down without ruining his good vibes!

bokuto will ask you out almost INSTANTLY. no hesitation, and you'll probably agree with no hesitation either.

sometimes he'll flirt back, returning it with a compliment of his own, such as, 'you're looking fine as always, y/n!' or a bad pickup line, 'i must be in a museum, because you're a work of art!'

when you're in an official relationship, the flirting becomes even worse- like imagine:

"akaashi, do you think i complimented y/n enough today?" bokuto slumps as he plops down on the changeroom bench, dejected. "i think fifty times is more than enough, bokuto," the setter replies simply. "but what if they don't believe me? i need to text them right now!"

it's not even charming anymore, you're both just down bad

physical touch is another factor he likes and if he knows you're comfortable with it, he won't be shy when it comes to greeting you with hugs.

once he's really comfortable with you, he'll just cling onto you. wherever you go, expect fukurodani's ace to appear a minute later.

y'know how akaashi sometimes tells bokuto that there's a cute person in the stands watching him? so he can play better?

yah, you're the cute person in the stands.

you show up to every game that you can watch and he has a pre-game ritual with you where he must get a good luck kiss.

and you're more than happy to grant it, grabbing him by both cheeks and pulling him in.

bokuto thinks he can conquer the world when you pull away, saying, "show everyone just how great you are, yah?" he holds onto your waist tightly, "you'll be watching me, right?" "of course, i only got eyes for the most handsome volleyball player," he gives you a look, "most handsome man ever," you correct. the widest smile breaks out on his face, "i'll win for you, just watch!" you laugh softly with your boyfriend, gushing, "always."

on games that you can't attend, bokuto is pouting at you every day leading up to it, silently begging for you to come. as much as you want to, it just wasn't possible.

you need to warn akaashi about that a few days beforehand, so he knows what to do.

you'll send as many texts as possible wishing bokuto luck beforehand, selfies are not excluded. you'll even caption some of them, 'i'll be cheering for my favourite boy today :))'

you have him wrapped around your finger, and he has you around his too.

༉‧₊˚. 𝗜𝗪𝗔𝗜𝗭𝗨𝗠𝗜 𝗛𝗔𝗝𝗜𝗠𝗘:

*runs away giggling*

oh yeah, this man definitely goes wild when it comes to body language.

y'know the fuck-me-eyes? oH MY GOD- it will give him heart palpitations, especially when you smirk afterwards.

BUT also, hear me out, y'know how when people tilt their head upwards and slightly to the side it makes them look more confident? if you look at him like that with a small smirk, he is a GONER.

someone who's confident and self-assured is iwaizumi's type, so if you know your worth and never settle for less, he's so into that.

first few times when you did the look to him, he malfunctioned and needed a few minutes to comprehend everything, how captivating you became with that intense and purposeful eye contact, quirking your lips up slightly before walking away.

next few times, he becomes used to it and adds to the tension with a confident look of his own.

now it was your turn to internally shut down.

well, i mean, so long as hajime could breathe, you weren't safe from his irresistible good looks. and biceps.

oh the world is so cruel.

also dies a little inside every time you hold eye contact with him and turn your body to face him so he knows he has your full attention.

okay but fr the amount of tension there is between you two is NOT platonic... nor is it healthy, and iwaizumi decides to do something about this ;)

after a long work week, iwaizumi is relieved to be able to have friday night off so he can accept your offer to go to a local club and have a couple of drinks. and he was at his breaking point if you kept looking at him like that. iwaizumi wasn't sure just how much longer he could resist that coy smile of yours, and keeping his composure suddenly became one of the hardest things to do. especially when you're right in front of his face. so close, yet so far. as you near your face to his for the nth time that night, he loses all sense of restraint and meets your lips halfway in a fervent kiss. you melt into him with little to no hesitation and iwaizumi swears that you'll be the death of him. with how fast his heart was racing, it didn't seem like he had much longer on this earth. might as well spend the days telling you just how gorgeous you are. "what took you so long, love?" you muttered breathlessly against him. the athletic trainer smirks, "i'll make up for lost time, don't let that pretty face worry about it." he doesn't go home alone that night.

after that, he knows how to deal with you ;) AHAHAHAHHA lol

n e ways... you'd start calling him a lot more affectionate endearments from then on, such as 'darling', 'my love' or 'babe'.

when you two become official, you learn to reserve the look for moments of bribery- either because you want something or you're just looking for a good time up to you mwahaha

and he's hanging onto your every word when you speak to him, so long as you look at him like that.

༉‧₊˚. 𝗠𝗜𝗬𝗔 𝗔𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗨:

ayo did you know that miya atsumu has his own version of the fuck-me-eyes LMFAOOO (the ones who get it, get it)

okay anyways, atsumu would also be a complete sucker for sweet talkers, more specifically people who he can have a back and forth with.

especially when you add your own terms of endearment to the end like yas, call that man a pretty boy and watch him turn into a mess right in front of you 😍

you be like, "you flirt like this to everyone, pretty boy?"

and he's all like "no brain, only y/n."

cackling at that PLS, he's all bark, no bite.

the chemistry between you happened naturally. he's an extroverted and charismatic character who always spiced up other people's lives, so when you brought something to his table, miya atsumu is running circles around you.

he's got a filthy mouth and loud insults to compliment it, but you know how to shut him up- much to osamu's pleasure.

speaking about osamu, he had no idea atsumu had positive adjectives in his vocabulary to describe someone with, so when he hears his blond-haired twin talk about you in a dreamy tone, he is shocked.

when atsumu realises his developing feelings for you, he begins to put a lot of emphasis in his body language... and it doesn't work. sometimes he'll catch you in a classroom and lean against the door with his arms crossed, trying to act as suave as possible.

because he's actually overthinking everything, such as what word he's going to say next, whether or not he should stand up a little straighter- he's a complete mess. it wasn't fair that you were so effortlessly charming.

but you find it endearing nonetheless, because it gives you a lot more to tease him about.

however when atsumu is head over heels for you, he becomes even messier- sometimes stuttering over his words and looking away so he can hide his flustered expression when you call him a 'pretty boy'.

he's transparent about his behaviour as well, and it's kind of hard to not notice how much a certain setter likes you when he's acting like a fool in love.

when you've had enough of it, you stop his rambling mid-sentence by putting a hand on his shoulder, smiling up at him, "you don't need to try so hard, miya, i like you the way you are."

with a supportive pat, you walk away, leaving a shocked miya atsumu in an empty hallway after school.

he chases after you and asks shyly to walk you home, and you've never heard him be so quiet and gentle before, so you take up his offer with a wide smile.

in a proper relationship, the flirting doesn't stop, except it's paired with more shameless terms of endearment. and it's become a contest to see who can be the cringiest.

"we still on today for after school, sugar bubs?" atsumu asks as he takes the seat beside you, and you gag a little at the nickname. "anything for you, my little lovely," you leaned your chin onto your hands, fluttering your lashes at him. he breaks out in laughter, "ew, that was horrible!" "i know, i'm sorry." suna grumbles from the corner, "do you guys ever shut the fuck up?"

much to atsumu's dismay, you've begun to call suna 'my little lovely' instead of him.

seriously though, this man adores you and is willing to put up with any shit you throw at him, so long as you continue being his.

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[kkusuka]

Haikyuu poly headcannons!! <33

 Pairs: Kageyama & Hinata, Oikawa & Iwaizumi, Ushijima & Tendo, Sakusa & Atsumu, Kurro & Kenma, and finally Bokuto & Akaashi. 

part 2

Sfw AND Nsfw 

Slight time skip spoilers!!!

let me know what you want to see next

word count: 2.6K I got a bit carried away. lol

FEMALE READER

Kageyama Tobio  and Hinata Shoyo

Sfw

It's a constant fight for attention

They are polar opposites, Hinata is warm and energetic while Kageyama is confused and awkward, but  they both love you so much it hurts.

How you got together was kind of a funny story, you and Hinata knew each other from middle school and reconnected when you met at a local mall in tokyo. So when you and Hinata started hanging out more he couldn't help but brag to Kageyama about it, which led to him wanting to meet you and thus began the year long fight for your love. 

You couldn't choose between them so they came to the decision that they would just share you!

Your dynamics are pretty simple, you spend as much time with whoever is not at practice at the time, lucky they have two completely different practice schedules, Hinata in the morning and Kageyama in the afternoon.

That meant cuddling with Kags in the morning and cooking lunch with Hinata in the afternoon. 

You guys also have a weekly date night! You have a rotation of who gets to choose what they want to do. 

Unsurprisingly Hinata likes volleyball inspired dates, but he also likes the movie and picnic dates!

Kageyama is a bit more romantic, shockingly (he read a dating book), like romantic dinners and late night walks , shopping, anything to see you happy.

They also love anything you want to do, stay in? They make popcorn for movies. Dinner? Where, what and when should they make a reservation. 

They are literally so whipped for you.

Nsfw

Oh~ ho ho~

I am a firm believer that these two are switches. 

Hinata is a bit more submissive than Kags (for the most part), but he has his moments. 

And i have this thing where Kags makes you and Hinata fuck while he watches biut votgh of you are power bottoms.

Toys toys toys

I'm talking double ended dildos and vibrators galore.

Punishments are usually for Hinata and consist of you riding Kags while he watches, and its absolute torture.

They also have nights where they have you alone and those are sweet and romantic, rose petals and candles. 

It's never boring <33

“Tobio, doesn't she look so pretty?” 

“God Shoyo you’ll cum in your pants if you grind like that” 

“ go fuck yourself on the fucking dldo like a slut” 

Oikawa Tooru and Iwaizumi Hajime 

Sfw

There are two ways that this happened

1. You grew up with them and slowly fell in love through your life, and you all got together in highschool

Or 

2. You met Oikawa in Argentina, literally fell in love at first sight, stars in your eyes. This led to him bringing you back to Japan, which led to you meeting “Iwa-chan” (who looked much more beautiful in person). After hanging out everyday for about 3 weeks Oikawa bright up the idea of sharing

And here you are! 

You guys are all similar but you share personal things with each boy

With oikawa you have the obsession with aliens and you too even have a beauty routine that you do every night before bed.

With Iwaizumi you, of course, make fun of Oikawa at every waking moment. But! You also do all different kinds of exercise with him. You have a monthly yoga class and a swim aerobics program every other tuesday! 

These two spoil you so much it's ridiculous.

Perfumes, jewelry, clothes and even gaming things.

They will get you anything even if you don't want it (and they are rolling in cash so it doesn't really matter.) 

Nsfw

Iwaizumi rules the bedroom.

And as much as Oikawa pretends to be the top, he falls apart the second you kiss him neck. 

Favorite position?

Simple. It can go two ways.

Oikawa laying on his back, Iwa fuking him into heaven and you sitting on his face OR you on your stomach ass up with Iwa between your legs and Oikawa's dick in your mouth. 

The only real times Oikawa is in you is when Iwazumi wants to see both of you be pathetic sluts, or when Oikawa is being punished, mostly cockwarming while he is tied and not able to thrust in you.

 Double penetration?

 Your punishment.

Whine and cry all you want neither of them are slowing down, this is really the only time Oikawa is dominant in the bedroom

“Aw, Tooru, look at her! So pathetic!”

“You look like two whores trying to fuck, Harder brats” 

“Oh! Iwa her throat gets tighter when you do that!” 

Ushijima Wakatoshi and Tendo Satori

Sfw

Oh bby how did you get so lucky?

You have the best of both worlds!

Tendo, who you can joke around and cook with.

And Ushijima, your pillar and voice of reason. 

This relationship was 100% started by Tendo. No question. He saw you and decided right then and there that you were his, and what kind of best friend would he be if he didn't share with Wakatoshi! 

Thank god you were willing to do this, it would have Broken Satori AND Wakatoshis heart :((

This WAS the best decision of your life. 

Your first date as a threesome was so cute, it started with walking around tokyo and you stopped and ate in a small cafe. You begged them to pay and they didn't let you so this became a game to see if you could ever find a way to pay before them.(you're still failing to this day) 

After the cafe they took you to a small beach that had a little volleyball net set up. Insert uwus here

They taught you how to play, the basics if you didn't already know, and you guys played around until it was 2am 

All of your dates are different but they either end like that or cuddling on the couch wachting movies. OR you know ;))

Nsfw

UHHH there are two ways this could go. 

You being absolutely ruined by these two. Both being pretty big, they easily overpower you. 

Tendo also has the obsession with being in your ass while ushijima rips your poor pussy apart. 

Sadist tendo also makes a slight appearance, not letting yu cum for hours then making you cum over and over and over again

Or 

Mr. Tendo controls what you and Toshi do! 

Trust me Wakatoshi is still controlling you every waking second, but having Tendo tell him what to do (being slightly unaware of what to do anyway) gets him off just as much as you. 

And when he’s feeling more adventurous, Tendo has kept you and Ushijima on literal leashes at his feet while he just chilled out. (i literally love this so much-)

You guys do a lot of exploring!

“Harder Toshi, the slut can take it”

“” we don't have enough dicks to fill all your holes” 

“Satori! Please!” “Shhh, floor whores don't get to talk” 

Sakusa Kiyoomi and Miya Atsumu

My #2 pair 

DAMN, i can't even put how whipped they are for you in words. 

You defiantly knew Sakusa first. 

You two met in the supermarket, much to his displeasure he had to shop for himself, it was the classic strangers to lovers trope 

You both reached for the same countertop cleaner! 

To both of your shock you touched his hand and immediately started to apologize to him (he couldn't even reply because he was so stunned by your beauty) 

He snapped back and started to interrogate you about what cleaning products you use, you both didn't even realize how much time passed with you just talking about how you clean.

Eventually you exchanged numbers and texted almost all day.  

This led to him texting you back every chance he had during practice breaks, but he never told you he was a professional volleyball players AND happened to be on one of the top teams in the country, (you found out when he randomly followed you on instagram)

Eventually he got sloppy and Atsumu looked at his phone and found your number! Aren't you lucky ;) almost immediately after he started to question Sakusa about you

Who is she?

Where did you meet?

Is she pretty?

Gimmie her number Omi, i wanna know her too!

Eventually Atsumu just stole his phone and started to non-stop call you. 

“Uh Kiyo? This guy keeps calling me and asking me questions about you.”

“Ignore it” 

It got so bad that when you officially met atsumu he had followed Sakusa to your meeting spot, and you hit it off! (much to Kiyoomi’s disdain) 

After a few months, and a lot of talks, all three of you entered a relationship!

Your dynamic was great! You were clean like Sakusa and fun like Atsumu!

Perfect!

Another spoiling group, it's like they just know what you want. It doesn't even matter what you think :// no take backs :))

Plus you have girl time when they are at practice, a good time to plan surprises ;)

You even got Atsumu into skin and hair care (kiyoomi approves) 

You are literally perfect (and the hottest couple in the planet) 

Nsfw

Sakusa is in control.

No question.

He wants ti fuck you? Done.

He wants to watch you play with yourself. Already rubbing circles on your clit. 

He wants you to ride Atsumu until you squirt? You're bouncing on Atsumu Cumming and cumming. 

Believe it or not Sakusa AND Atsumu love messy blowjobs, seeing you slobber all over yourself and their cocks is the most beautiful thing to them. 

Atsumu also has the dirtiest most vulgar mouth on earth, will not spare your feelings one bit. 

But that doesn't even measure up to how Kiyoomi speaks to you. He has no shame is telling you that they are going to let everyone on the team fuck you senseless. 

Sakusa also loves to punish you and Atsumu for literally anything, he will tie you to each other and put vibrators in your holes and just watch you  two desperately grind on each other to get relief that just won't come. 

(they both love to ruin your orgasm too) 

“Go Whore i know you can bounce faster than that” 

“Look at her Omi! Isnt she the best little cumdump? Yes you are! Yes you are!” (pls he treats you like a pet) 

“Hey Miya. Wouldn't shugo just love to have her on her knees for him? I think we should let her sometime” 

I would do anything for these two- 

Kuroo Tetsuro and Kozume Kenma

Oh? You're the most spoiled pet in the world?

You definitely grew up together, aka you've had both of them wrapped around your finger since you were 8.

 You guys probably started dating after you accidentally let it slip that you were in love with the both of them. 

After you all confessed and talked for hours, you were officially dating!

Not much has changed, but they were more affectionate and loving and more physical with you. 

Your dates are really random, all the varying schedule and all. 

They take you to anime cafes and gaming cafes and ALL the different cafes. 

They always tell you you don't have to work but you feel bad so you started a makeup channel on youtube! And of course you were a sensation! 

You and Kenma make little collab videos and were voted as the cutest couple of the year! 

But that doesn't1 mean you aren't involved in Kuroos life just as much! 

You help him get ready every morning, he just “can't” tie his tie even after doing it since highschool. 

You make him a unique bento everyday! 

You even buy him little chemistry sets whenever you see that a new model was released!

Plus living with two cuddle bugs is a dream for any girl ;)

Nsfw 

The way that both of them are into cockwarming- 

Whenever Kenma is not streaming he wants you to sit on his cock, just be a good kitten and do it. 

No worries! Between rounds he'll start to pound you for as long as he can, but it's never enough  for you to cum :// too bad you'll just have to wait until he’s done, or when Kuroo some home. 

With Kuroo it's usually when he is doing more work in his home office. This is pure torture.

He won’t even pay attention to you until HE wants to cum. 

To add on to that neither of them are afraid of fucking you infront of people. 

Kenma has no fear of keeping you at his feet while he streams so you can suck him off whenever he wants. 

One time he was on a zoom call with his PR team and they had no idea you were deepthroating his cock under where the camera could see. 

Kuroo is the worst with this too, he’ll start fucking you when he knows he ahs a work call in a few minutes, so in the middle of fucking he’ll just answer the phone and make you shut up :((

Both of them together? You’re fucked. (literally haha) 

Kenma a bottom , 100%, just not as much as you.

Sex mostly means kuroo fucking you and sucking kenma off. 

“I wonder if everyone would still follow you if they  knew what a slut you are” 

“Kitten you have to be quiet for Daddy now, this call is important” 

“Look at that kenma, she’s cumming all over the place while drooling all over you!” 

Bokuto Kotaro and Akaashi Keji

The owl nest?  Yes Ma’am.

You were akaashis girlfriend first, but that meant you were practically dating Bokuto anyway. 

Akaashi? He loved it, you were just so cute when you tled to Kotaro! 

When he got excited, you got excited and you were just the cutest two babies in the world!

 The way you would talk for hours about nonsense and laugh about the stupidest things. 

Slowly but surely Akaashi braugh Bokuto into the relationship, and you had no objections! 

It started with small things like movie nights that turned into sleepovers that became full dates! 

Dates? Oh man you go on one almost every night! 

The movies! Bookstores! Restaurants! 

Even to the volleyball gym.

Sometimes Akaashi takes you to Bokuto’s games and you two just Cheer your lungs out!

This seems crazy but one time on your anniversary that took you to an owl farm! 

It was probably the funnest night of your life, and that was it all three of you knew that this was how you wanted to spend the rest of your lives. 

Nsfw 

Bokuto might be the driving force but Akaashi is the real mastermind behind the bedroom life. 

Sex mostly includs being railed by Bokuto for hours while Akaashi whispers sweet praises in your ears, telling you how good your gtaking Bokuto. 

Akaashi is also a firm believer in punishing people with toys,aka Bokuto getting ahead of himself and ignoring Akaashis commands which lands him tied up and a vibrator pressed to his sild until his orgass are dry :)

 Of course you are no better, cumming before your told or vene worse masterbating without permission. 

That lands you with a bunny vibrator, unable to move and just watching as Akasshi fucks Bokuto with your favorite dildo :( 

But if you'd just listen this would have never happened, just promise not to do it again! 

“Keji please, pease, wanna cum s-so bad” 

“Gee, you're just sucking him in huh? After all this time you still want more!” 

“You are just the prettiest little thing huh.” 

[harryconcepts]

part 26

whenever you stay over at Harry's house he steals your perfume bottle and sprays it on his pillow so it'll be like you're there even when you go home 😭

the video of him holding the baby and she's crying.... that is so daddry and you hand her off to him and she cries And he laughs saying "what you don't love me anymore? you like your mama more than me?" and gives her a kiss on the cheek 😭 then later that night your baby only wants Harry and every time you try to hold her she cries and he looks so smug saying "see that was a fluke today, she's always loved me more 😌"

I'm so obsessed with making up concepts 😭 you and harry have been arguing all day so when it's time for bed you don't even say anything to him you just go to the guest room and shut the door. a few minutes later you hear soft knocking and he calls your name gently😭 you open the door, knowing if you didn't he would respect your space and leave you alone 😔 he's standing there looking so sad and he says "this isn't us, we don't do this... we don't go to bed angry at each other" so you open the door a little more and lead him over to the bed so you can lay down and talk about it 😔

having a sort of relationship with college harry, you haven't made things official yet but you really like him you're just a little worried he isn't ready to take that step. then one night there's a bad thunderstorm in your area and you're so scared and can't think of anyone else to call so you call harry 😔 and ofc he's rushing over right away, he finds you in bed cuddled under the blankets and he doesn't hesitate to jump in next to you 😔 he pulls you close to him and says "don't worry, your big strong man is here to protect you" and you giggle even though you're still scared 😔 every time you jump at a loud crack of thunder he holds you tighter and shushes you gently, saying "you're safe here, it's just some loud noises and you're okay" and just whispering sweet nothings to keep you calm 😔 eventually you don't even finch anymore, even though the storm is still raging outside you feel so safe with him that it doesn't bother you 😔 he thinks youre asleep so he kisses your forehead and whispers "i'm always gonna keep you safe, you're my favorite girl in the world" and that's when you know he definitely feels the same 😔

yes absolutely he cums in you then immediately moves down to lick it out and you're gasping and trying to pull away because it's so sensitive but he just grips your hips harder and keeps working 😌

harry looooves teasing you and getting you all worked up with a few dirty words and gentle kisses and touches until you're grabbing at his shoulders and begging him to touch you 😌

and when you're drunk you're an absolute pest, refusing to drink any water when he tries to make you and saying "only if you give me a kiss" but then you turn your head so he kisses your cheek instead 😭 giggling at how he pretends to be annoyed and finally he just throws you over his shoulder and says "that's it, we're going to bed, I'm thinking party girl won't be so happy when she wakes up in the morning" and gives you a little pat on the bum as he walks 😭

and when harry proposes in Italy he does it with a ring you found at an antique store 😔 he managed to buy it when you weren't looking so its a surprise when he gets down on one knee and opens the little box 😔 he says "I'll get you a real one when we get home, but i know how much you loved this one so i thought-" and you're cutting him off to say it's perfect and you love it and of course you'll marry him 😔

buying furniture and decorating you and harrys new house 😌 he says "I'm so sorry but I'm really busy today, why don't you take my card and go pick out whatever you want?" and gives you a kiss on the cheek as he heads out the door 😌

and the baby maxing sex would be so much 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 he's made you cum twice so you're shaking and clutching his shoulders as he pushes into you 😵‍💫 he has your leg over his shoulder and he's hitting spots so deep inside it makes you gasp every time 😵‍💫 he reaches between you to brush his thumb over your clit and he whispers "cum for me, give me one more and I'll give you a baby" 😵‍💫

he is obsesseddddd with your nipples and when you wear a shirt he can see them through he's all 😌hello there 😌 and putting his hands on your sides to rub his thumbs over them 😌 he says "i like this shirt... think you should wear it more often" and you laugh and say "do you even know what it says?" and he goes "that's not the important part is it?" leaning down to suck on them through the fabric 😌

harry taking care of you after a night out 😭 maybe it was a friend's bachelorette party so you got absolutely plastered and when you get home he's waiting for you even though it's late 😭 he helps you take your shoes off and get your pajamas on as you're stumbling around and laughing at everything 😭 at one point you nearly fall over from tripping on your own feet and he catches you, laughing at saying "think you went a little too hard tonight, huh party girl?" and you giggle against his chest 😭

thinking about asking harry to be a little rough with you 😌 you're a little shy to bring it up but then one evening you're having a conversation about what you like and he says "sometimes I feel like you want something from me but you never say it... is there something you want to try? you know I'll give you anything you want" and you blush so hard and look away 😌 he's all "oh? so there is something then" and seems so proud of himself 😌 you're still not looking at him but you say "I want... i want you to hold me down, be in charge and not give me what i want right away" and he's so turned on but trying not to show it so he says "i think I can make that happen... anything else?" and he didn't think it was possible but you blush even harder and say "I want you to put your hand on my neck, maybe choke me a little" and at this point he can't take it anymore so he's on you 😌 he gathers your wrists in one of his hands and holds them above your head, then puts his other hand on your throat and squeezes his fingers just a bit saying "like this?" and you nod desperately and try to kiss him again, but he pulls away and starts kissing at your shoulders and leaving some nice hickeys to show that you're his 😌

thinking about Harry's face when he cums, he probably tenses and scrunches his face up and then relaxes and looks so blissed out as he flops down on you 😵‍💫 he lays on you for a few seconds until you giggle and say "I can't breathe" and he sighs saying "don't wanna move you're warm" but you start pushing him away a bit so he rolls over and pulls you with him, laying you on top of him 😔

one night you stay over at harrys and it's a little too warm to sleep so you throw off the covers taking off Harry's sleep shirt you had been wearing, he flips over to see you totally naked sprawled out next to him and he's all 😌 yes please 😌 so he takes off his pajamas too and gets cozy 😌 then a few hours later you wake up because you're too cold so you're sleepily searching for your shirt you threw off, but you moving around wakes Harry up and he says "what are you doing?" with his voice all low and slow 😵‍💫 you say "I'm too cold, I'm looking for my shirt" and he says "don't do that, just come here I'll keep you warm" and he holds you close so you're comfy 😔

having sex with Harry for the first time ... you say something like "it's been a really long time since I've done this so sorry in advance if I'm... not very good" and he says "that's the silliest thing I've ever heard, you really don't know what you do to me?" and guides your hand down between the two of you to feel how hard he is 😵‍💫 he says "we've been kissing for what, 10 minutes? and we're both fully clothed... safe to say I'm obsessed with every part of you" and leans in for another kiss 😵‍💫 he def fingers you first saying "need to make sure you're ready for me, don't want to hurt you" before he gets his lips on you and nearly brings you to tears 😵‍💫 then when he finally starts pushing in you're tense and squeezing your eyes shut because it stings a bit, he takes your hand and links your fingers together 😔 he says "look at me, you're okay, please look at me" and when you open your eyes you see how fucked out he looks and you haven't even done anything yet 😵‍💫 he says "relax, baby, it's just me, you have to relax so I don't hurt you" and leans in to kiss you 😵‍💫 after a few minutes he says "doing such a good job for me pretty girl, just relax and let me in" and pushes in a little further 😵‍💫 and you keep your eyes on him the whole time, making him cum so much faster than normal because he's obsessed with you just like he said 😵‍💫

or you finally get a little vacation without the babies so ofc u jet off to Italy 😌 while you're there walking down the street hand in hand he suddenly stops and says "why don't we get married?" and you just turn to him like 😶 and he's all "why not? this can be our honeymoon, and we're always busy otherwise, your children are a handful" and you laugh saying "oh they're my children now?" he smiles saying "only when they keep you away from me" and kisses your cheek 😔 he says "think about it, we have a few days" 😔 then ofc he always gets what he wants so you agree and the next day you're in a little chapel and you're wearing his favorite sundress 😔 you get some gelato to celebrate and he feeds it to you, only getting a few bites on your nose or cheek 😌 then he carries you into your suite bridal style, dropping you on the bed and saying "what do you say we make this marriage official?" and starts pulling at your dress 😌

or he's fucking you and saying the most filthy things in your ear 😵‍💫 saying "I'm gonna put a baby in you, swear I'll give you a baby" and grips your hips pulling you flush against him as he cums 😵‍💫

harry would be filthy disgusting on your honeymoon ✨✨ pulling your legs over his shoulders as he kisses around your thighs and says "I'm going to make you feel so good, make my wife cum on my tongue before I fuck you" and gets to work 😵‍💫 when he can tell you're getting close he pulls off just enough to say "look in my eyes, watch your husband make you cum" and moves his head back down saying he'll stop if you don't keep your eyes on him 😵‍💫

thinking about laying on harry after sex, your head on his chest so you can hear his heartbeat and you're tracing your fingers over his tattoos 😔 he's rubbing your back gently and you're just so in love 😔 maybe you ask about one of the tattoos, asking when he got it or why 😔 then you ask about a few more and soon he's going over every tattoo on his body and telling you about them 😔

thinking about house hunting with harry ...... you say something like "what's our price point" and he kind of looks at you like ...... and you blush and say "oh yeah.... so is a pool or big yard more important for you" and just having fun discussing everything you want 😭

the first time having sex after Harry comes home when he's been away for a while.... he goes down on you first saying "I already think I'm not going to last long, just apologizing in advance" and he probably makes you cum a few times before he comes up for a kiss 😌 as soon as he slips inside you're clenching on him and he gasps saying "stop, you have to stop doing that or I'll cum" and you bite his shoulder saying "I want you to, want you to feel as good as you make me feel" and tighten again 😌

but imagine having an easy baby who's usually pretty calm and then you meet harry and she doesn't like him at first 😭 he would be so offended when she's happy and smiling until he takes her and she cries 😭 it's kind of a joke you have going that he can never hold her because she'll cry 😭

and he doesn't care if it takes you a little longer to cum, you're telling him he doesn't have to go down on you because you don't cum that fast and he's a bit confused,saying "well I'm not going anywhere, are you?got somewhere you need to be?" being dumb to make you laugh 😔 you say no and he says "good, that means i get to take my time with you then" and starts untying the strings of your sweatpants 😌

anyways I'm a whore so here's some filth. college bf harry who's teaching you things would have a very long conversation with you about how you touch yourself 😌 he would ask how often you do it, what you wear, if you you use any toys, if you ever edge yourself, how many times you make yourself cum, if you watch porn 😌 he would be so turned on and when he's asked you all these questions he says "will you show me what you do?" and he gets settled on the bed so he can watch 😌

laying in bed next to harry after sex just trying to catch your breath, you let out a big huff and say "fuck that was good" and he's all "happy to be of service 😌"

thinking about getting into a petty little fight with harry but neither of you are budging on who's right so you just end up leaving the room. then when he's getting ready for bed in the bathroom you're going around your room and getting your stuff together because you plan to sleep in the guest room that night. he comes in to see you gathering your stuff and he frowns asking what you're doing, you say "I'm going to the guest room, I didn't think you'd want to sleep next to me tonight" and his face absolutely drops and he looks so sad😔he says "i always want to sleep next to you, I don't care about our fight I need you with me" and so you agree to stay, he sits on the edge of the bed and says "let's talk about this, i can't go to sleep with you mad at me" he just wants to make things right 😔

harry loves giving pleasure and making you feel good until you're pushing him away 😵‍💫he can find your g spot right away and he does not hesitate to take advantage of your sensitive spots 😵‍💫 rubbing his fingers against it as he sucks on your clit, he has to stop and reposition his arms because you're moving too much for him to do anything 😵‍💫 he lays his arm over your lower stomach, pressing down because he knows that makes it more intense 😵‍💫 he's so cocky when you moan out his name and cum but he doesn't stop, he keeps moving his fingers in and out and pulls away enough to say "want you to cum again, I'm gonna make you squirt for me" and gets his lips on you again 😵‍💫

thinking about skinny dipping with harry <3 just pretend he has an outdoor pool at his house and go with it <3 anyways one night you can't sleep so after a few hours of tossing and turning you get up and start heading to the kitchen to find a snack or some tea or something, and you think Harry's asleep but then he props himself up on one elbow and asks in a tired voice where you're going <3 you tell him to go back to sleep but he insists on coming with you, and while your tea bag is steeping you're looking out the kitchen window at how nice the water looks <3 he's standing behind you with his arms around you, his head buried in your neck so you turn your head just enough to give him a little kiss and say "can we go sit outside for a while?" and ofc he does whatever you want so he nods and lets you lead the way <3 you bring him to the edge of the pool and you both sit with your feet hanging in the water <3 he has his arm around you and your head is on his shoulder <3 then you look at him and say "... can we go in?" and he sighs all dramatic but he can't help but smile so you know he's into the idea <3 you surprise him by standing up and taking your shirt off with no hesitation, he's a little shocked to see you being so bold but he's not about to look away <3 you take everything else off and walk over to the steps before you slowly get in the water <3 he's scrambling to follow you, taking his clothes off as fast as he can and jumping in because he's impatient and because he's annoying and wanted to splash you <3 then he swims over and pulls you to him, grabbing your legs to wrap them around his waist and he holds you like that <3 he's trying to keep his eyes on your face but also he can't help but stare at the way your nipples are so hard from the cold water and night air <3 when he finally manages to look away he smiles saying "hi" and you say hi back, tanging your fingers in the hair at the back of his neck and pulling him down to kiss you <3

"mom and I are busy go away" 😭 you laugh because he's so mean and you say "we'll be right out, there's poptarts and cereal in the cupboard" and you hear the little footsteps running off, harry is back to kissing down your neck and you say "you better make it quick, poptarts and cereal can only hold them off for so long" and he's pulling the sheets off your body, settling with his face between your legs and he says "I think we both know how quick I can make it" and he leans in to press a kiss right on your clit 😌

thinking about when you and best friend harry finally kiss for the first time, you've liked each other for so long but you've been dancing around saying it because you're too nervous so when it finally slips out that he likes you, and he's liked you for as long as he can remember, you finally feel brave enough to lean in and gently press your lips to his 😔 but he's not having that, he's waited so long for this moment and he wants to savor it, so his hands wrap around your waist and he pulls you as close as he can, and he's kissing you so intensely and he moans against your lips 😵‍💫

I'm literally going to fucking cry him knowing you've been doing bad lately and he asks you if you're okay, you just shake your head and start crying 😔 he comes over to hug you and says "i know, I know, you're going to get through this- we're going to get through this" letting you know you'll never be alone 😔

he would be so fucking filthy when he has to cover your mouth 😵‍💫 saying "i promise next time I have you, you're gonna be as loud as you want, I'll make you feel so good you'll be yelling my name" and he moves his hand to kiss you instead, swallowing all your pretty noises as you can't even kiss him back 😵‍💫

no no no harry would be soooooo into you initiating stuff 😵‍💫 he's not used to seeing you be bold like that so when you do sometimes he's all "yeah? that's what you want? you know I'll give you whatever you want" and he has the biggest smirk when you blush 😵‍💫

harry waking you up 😔 he kisses your shoulder and along your neck and all over your face saying "good morning pretty girl" 😔 you make a sleepy little groan and try to push him away but he just wraps his arms around you and cuddles you against him 😔 after a few minutes he sits you up and says "it's time to wake up, I miss talking to my baby" and rubs the sleep from the corner of your eye 😔 you rest your head on his shoulder saying "you can talk to me after noon but I'm still sleeping" and he just laughs and kisses your head 😔

[tamcitrus]

vacation night

pairing: Benimaru Shinmon x f!reader

genre: nsfw (i really tried giving it a background, i really did)

warnings: spit play, spanking, slight dom/sub, breath play?, little degradation

words: 2.7 k

summary: working as a fire force officer you inevitably met and worked with the Seventh Company’s Captain and you grew a soft spot for him, so you went to visit him on your “vacations”

tam’s notes: it’s finally here, my first Fire Force fic. I knew as soon as I saw this man that I had to write for him. I hope my fellow Benimaru lovers enjoy reading this as much as I did while writing it.

tags: @writeiolite​ , @shinsotired​ , @loneveenas​ , @vventure​

"Ugh, you here again?" Benimaru walked past you and his friend, with the twins behind him. "I'm not interested in what you have to say, so please leave."

He was already in the next room when he finished talking.

"I'm sorry, he's… stubborn," Konro explained.

"Oh, don't worry, Konro-san. I can assure you I'm even more stubborn," you laughed. "Do you know a nice place where I can stay the night? I won't bother him now, I don't want to ruin your dinner."

"We have extra rooms, you can stay here if you like."

"Thanks. I'll take a look around the city and I'll be back," you smiled at the gentle man that made you company until now.

You walked around the city, bought some candies and went to sit by the river under the moonlight. A few minutes later you heard steps behind you and a big arm brushed yours when a person sat by your side.

"Why are you still here? Didn't I make myself clear?" Benimaru couldn't understand what it was about you that made him nervous.

"I'm not here for official business," you explained.

You were sitting on a bench facing the river and the man by your side had his back facing the river. You couldn't quite see the other's face but it wasn't necessary.

"I might apply for a new company," you whispered.

"We don't take people outside Asakusa," he anticipated.

"You don't."

"I'm not in charge."

"I'll ask Konro-san then."

"Tsk," he clicked his tongue and sighed. "Why―?"

"I like Asakusa. I'd like to be away from the Holy Sol Temple for a while…"

"Take some vacations," he said as if it was the most obvious thing ever.

You burst out in laughter. You couldn't believe a man this powerful could be so dense sometimes.

"I'm not making myself clear, I see. I'm here for you.”

He sighed. He had his suspicions and he was right.

“I don’t have time for this,” he answered.

You stayed silent. You had your suspicions too. Benimaru Shinmon didn’t look like a man interested in a relationship or any kind of romance. He had his job and his kingdom. And he was satisfied with it.

“Try not to wake up anyone when you come back to the headquarters,” he said as he walked away.

You smiled at him and observed his shadow disappear in the night. It was ok, you weren't hurt. It was just a simple crush on him, not like he was the love of your life or something. He could be but whatever.

You waited a few long minutes to stand up and walk back to the Seventh Company headquarter. Konro left a note with the room he had prepared for you and a little map to not get lost or get into someone else’s room, all of them marked with an X. You walked there and stared at the ceiling for another long period of time. You weren’t getting any sleep that night, you just knew, so you decided to leave. But you couldn’t leave without any notice so you wrote a note for Benimaru and walked to his door ―which Konro kindly pointed in the map with a different mark― to leave it there.

Once there, the curiosity bit you. You couldn’t hear anything, not even the slightest sign of his breathing, so you slowly opened the door to get inside and deliver your note.

It all happened so fast. You barely saw a flash of fire and then a hand in your throat had you pinned against the wall, without making a sound.

“Easy there, destruction king,” you said. He had your throat in one hand and your hand with the note in the other. “It's just me.”

“I could’ve killed you. What the fuck―?”

“Just wanted to leave a note before going my way,” you interrupted, as calm as you could with him all over you. “I didn’t think you would be so territorial.”

“Do you know how many people have tried something against me? Sneaking here and shit?”

“Pretty sure after a few tries they learned their lesson,” you joked.

“Are you leaving?” he asked without letting go even a little bit.

“I had a nice stay here today but I have to go,” you shrugged.

“What are you even wearing? In the middle of the night are you gonna walk out like this? Without a uniform?”

“A dress. Civilian clothes, Beni, I'm on vacation, remember? You should try it sometime,” you said, the pressure on your neck a bit lighter. “You’d look good without―”

Without your uniform, that's what you wanted to say. His mouth was over yours before you could mock him one more time. You made him come closer to you with your leg around his waist. He let go your arm and neck to grab your legs, you held to his shoulders to jump and cling to him. His torso had you against the wall as his hands explored your thighs.

You didn’t waste a second thinking about how he rejected you a few hours ago. You couldn't focus on anything else but his hands and his tongue, that wet muscle that was now tracing the veins from your neck to your shoulder. You moaned as his big hands grabbed your ass as hard as he could. He walked to his bed and let you fall there, as if you weighed nothing. You gasped when you felt your body hit his mattress. He was taking off his clothes without getting his eyes off of you for a second. It was almost like a lion stalking his prey before jumping to its neck to end the job.

“You’re big under all those oversized clothes,” you commented.

“You talk a lot,” he said.

“Want me to use my mouth for something else besides talking?” you smiled, you put up the most innocent smile that you could in that situation.

He sighed and rolled your dress up to your waist to position himself between your legs. You rolled your eyes at him even when he couldn’t see you. He bit your inner thigh and you closed your legs on pure instinct. You tried to, at least, but Benimaru’s hands held your legs at a safe distance from his head as he kept going up your skin and finally got to the point. He kissed your clothed clit and his mouth went up to your pelvis and belly until he met your dress again. He clicked his tongue and stood up to take your dress in his hands and ripped it apart, like it was a buttoned shirt.

You opened your mouth to complain but all you left out was a moan when you felt Benimaru’s mouth over your nipple. You tangled your hands in his hair and you were surprised by how soft it was. You threw your arm down between your bodies and took his erection on your hand to jack him off. He was… huge. Just like everything else on him, he was big and intimidating. His broad shoulders and chest, his big hands that could easily cover your whole face in one touch, he was just so powerful and big.

“What’s wrong?” he said and stopped to look at you. His different eyes looked at you through long locks of hair and even in the dark you could see a little blush on his face.

“Nothing,” you cleared your throat and moved your hand again before spacing out in your thoughts again.

Why get lost in a thought if you had the original one all over your body and kissing you in that same moment? You pulled his hair to hear him make some noise one more time, just in case you were dreaming. He growled when you moved your hips up and grinded your wet underwear against his bare dick.

“Just fuck me already, Beni,” you whispered on his ear as you tried to get rid of your underwear.

He helped you to get it off and then step back to admire your naked form on his bed. He also set your panty on fire, as if that little piece of fabric just did the most unforgivable thing to him. You giggled as you bent your knees and spread your legs open for him. He stood right in front of you again and took two of his fingers to his mouth and then to your pussy. You wiggled your hips at his touch so he rested one knee between your legs and put his other hand around your neck to try to keep you still.

You held to his bicep with both hands ―yes you needed both to get a hold around his arm― and moaned. You moved your hips desperately, silently begging for more. Without letting go of your throat he took his dick and teased your entrance, going up and down with his tip full of precum.

He could tease you like this the whole night just to watch you squirm and whine under his hands. But the reality was he wanted to fuck you just as much as you did. So he finally gave you -and himself- what you wanted. You arched your back at the feeling of him stretching you. Even with all the teasing and preparation you still needed a minute to adjust to his huge erection. He could be a bit rough with you but he still waited for you to signal him to keep going and when you squeezed his arm he took it as his signal.

He started thrusting slow, taking his time to see his dick disappearing between your folds. Once he had enough of that hypnotic view, he pushed himself balls deep into you, like his life depended on it. The pleasure clouded your mind, you had no space for something that wasn’t him right now, nor mentally or physically.

“Oh god fuck,” you whispered when he threw one of your legs over his shoulder and started thrusting in a new position. 

You couldn’t hear anything besides his heavy breathing, your moans and the constant skin-against-skin sounds. He pulled out and bent down to kiss you again.

“Turn around,” he ordered and you obeyed without a thought.

He slapped your ass and you screamed as you shut your eyes. You couldn’t hear him or see what he was doing so the expectation only added to your arousal. Then you felt his palm again on your skin and your pussy clenched around nothing.

“Again, p-please,” you said.

He chuckled and obliged. Your ass had three red marks with his hand shape and he felt proud of it. He used his fingers on you again as he kissed your spine up until he finally reached your head and whispered in your ear.

“Do you like it when I’m rough with you?” he asked. His deep voice made you feel like you were dreaming.

You nodded with desperate energy. You just wanted his dick inside you again, stretching you so good it almost hurted. And as he could read your mind, he kneeled behind you and used his hands to elevate your hips and thrust again into you. Seeing your ass hit against his pelvis was a glorious sight, he could feel himself on the edge of an orgasm just with it. But he couldn't do that to you. He took a fistful of your hair and pulled back so you couldn't muffle your moans with his cover anymore.

Beni fuck, holy sun and derivatives were the only things you could say between your moans and screams of pleasure. He slapped your ass again with all his strength when his thrusts became sloppy. Sweat dripped from his face to your back and tears of pleasure threatened to fall from your eyes if he kept that monstrous rhythm while ramming into you.

"This is what you wanted, right? Why don't you cum so I can see how bad you wanted this?" he said and slapped you again.

You moaned his name and your arms gave up to your weight and the strength of Benimaru's thrusts. He used a hand to touch your clit and rub it. That was your limit. Your climax hit you and you couldn't even keep your hips up, you collapsed on the bed as the man behind you observed as you struggled to catch your breath. He pumped his dick a few times before he started grinding against your ass and sucking bruises on your neck and shoulder, holding his weight with his hands on both sides of your head.

You felt cornered, trapped under his body and his dick still grinding between your ass cheeks, but you wanted more. So you asked for it.

"Such a good subordinate," he said as he made you roll on your back again.

He took your legs and threw them over his shoulders as he aligned his cock with your pussy to thrust again. He spit over his dick and your clit before starting to move, massaging over your sensitive organ to make you clench on him as he moved forward.

"Fuck," he hissed. He was balls deep inside you again but he didn't move this time.

You whined at the feeling of his cock stretching you again. It almost hurted, to feel him fill you like that and not move an inch.

He was biting his lower lip. You tried to move and he held your hips to make you stop.

"What's the rush?" he whispered and you were on the verge of tears again.

He knew what was the rush. He felt it too, your walls clenching on his dick, your legs trembling on his shoulders with the denial of pleasure.

He sighed. He couldn't keep his façade much longer, his balls ached for release. So he moved again, back and forward, hitting your cervix each time. You screamed and cried, it was too much. First nothing and then too much at once. You had your second and faster orgasm of your life. Benimaru lost it too, finally giving his body release, filling you up with his cum. He stood still again, feeling your pussy frantically clamping on his dick as your climax went down and your legs shaked still over his broad shoulders.

When you could breathe normally again he pulled out of you, cum dripping from your cunt and his dick to the bed.

You observed as he walked outside naked and came back with towels. You sat on the bed as you could, your legs were still shaking. Benimaru helped you to get up and cleaned you before taking off the covers and sheet of his bed.

"You shouldn't walk around naked, what if someone sees you?" you said. What if someone heard us, you thought.

"My room is the only one occupied on this wing, no one's around," he answered. "You can still stay here tonight."

"Here in the seventh or…?"

He didn't answer but he threw you one of his giant shirts before putting on some underwear and walking out again to get clean sheets. You walked out to the bathroom next to his room to wash your face and body. You would have marks in a few hours on a lot of places. You took your bag that was forgotten in the hallway and rushed inside his room again, you were still ashamed that someone saw you.

Benimaru was already sprawled on his bed, semi-naked and with one arm stretched to his side. You took that as an invitation to use it as a pillow as you laid by his side and tiredness finally took over your body.

When you woke up, Beni was gone. You assumed he was already working. You got dressed and you were ready to leave (again). When you walked outside, hoping no one was around, you were met by a soft oh that scared you.

"Konro-san, good morning!" you nervously smiled.

"Good morning. Did you enjoy your stay?"

You couldn't tell if he was joking or not, but you decided it was the latter. He didn't look the type to laugh at a nervous woman.

"I did, thank you. Your map was really helpful," you tried to joke now. "I have to go now, sadly. My vacations will be over soon."

"Come to see us whenever you like, I'm sure Waka will be pleased," he smiled.

"Thanks, again. See you next time," you said and walked away after slightly bowing to him.