#can’t wait to watch it he has. angled his body to watch him squirm and flinch and blush

[whewchilly]

thinking a lot about it actually

[suguann]

Being a camgirl comes with its fair share of ups and downs, but you never expected one of the downs to be one of your unboxings from a fan going horribly wrong during a live stream—the proof of it still buzzing between your thighs beyond your finger's reach. 

A rush of embarrassment comes with knocking on your roommate’s bedroom door and asking him for help because you’re nearing the brink of overstimulation and can’t think straight enough to get the words out. It’s worse when he stands there and says nothing—all imposing with two tattooed arms crossed over his chest—while you try to get through a sentence without moaning. 

Simon looks at you with a cocked brow and something akin to amusement as he watches you squirm in his doorway. 

Then he finally says, “Get on the bed,” in a steady and low voice, opening his bedroom door wider.

You fidget under his scrutinizing gaze as you settle back against his pillows, biting back whimpers with a too-hot face and sweat dripping down your back. 

Him settling a knee on the bed makes you jump, “Let’s take a look, love.” 

Simon crawls up the bed, forcing your knees open, and you’re suddenly very aware of how broad and big he looks, towering over you—every part of you laid bare for him to see. A large hand presses right below your belly button, jostling the toy inside you, and this time, you can’t hold back the squeal that rips from your chest. 

“Sorry,” he murmurs, voice imperceptibly deeper, his lips twitching like he’s trying to hold back a smile. “Okay, you’re going to feel a slight stretch.”

You bite your lip. “A-alright—”

Slight doesn’t even come close to the fingers sliding into you, spearing your sensitive walls open and pressing into a spot where you’ve never been able to reach with startling precision. You remind yourself that he has to do this, that he’s just being…friendly, or whatever makes the lines less blurred. 

None of this stops the fact your lower stomach burns with the promise of another orgasm when his fingers brush against the egg vibrator before accidentally pressing it deeper inside.

“Ah, there it is.”

At the sight of your scrunched nose, he asks if it hurts. You shake your head; eyes squeezed shut in an attempt to hold back the stinging pleasure racing up your spine. “N-no,” you whimper.

“Relax, okay?”

Simon doesn’t comment on how you’re implying that it feels good. So good, you think, his thumb just barely touching your clit as he twists his hand to try a different angle. Then he pushes down on your belly again, and his long fingers finally grip the vibrator.

“Oh!” you moan at the feel of it dragging down your front wall, your fingers gripping the sheets. 

He has to tell you to relax again, his voice cracking, but you hardly hear it over your heart beating loudly in your ears. His fingers drag the toy out slowly, almost too slow that you can feel it bumping against every slippery ridge inside you.

“Ah, sorry,” he says when you twitch—unapologetic—using his thumb to rub soothing circles into your stomach. “You’re so wet. I need to make sure I don’t lose it again.”

You nod, cunt clenching down at his words.

And then Simon’s fingers curl up: your thighs start quivering, breath caught in your throat, and your jaw locks up until your orgasm ripples through you. It’s unending, the strongest one yet, and just when you think it’s over, you feel the press of his palm against your clit.

“W-wait! Simon,” you moan, pushing at his hand. “No more, I‘m sensitive!”

He gets you to fall over the edge one more time before finally slipping the vibrator out of you, letting it hum softly on the bed, and your exhausted body sinks into the mattress once again. Simon gathers you into his lap, rocking you back and forth.

You swallow lungfuls of air against his chest, head still spinning and walls spasming from the aftershocks. 

He murmurs in your ear about how good you are, kisses your temple, and rubs your sides, and it’s… enlightening. Moments pass before you finally return to yourself, and when he pulls back, his brows furrow at your pout.

“All good?”

You shake your head and go with honesty. “I didn’t think you’d cuddle me afterward.”

He smiles, thumb flicking your bottom lip. “You wanted me to fuck you?” 

Your mouth falls open. “N-no—”

Then he leans down, lips brushing against your ear: “Don’t worry, love. Good girls get fucked hard.”

[katsukiizmoon]

╰┈➤ ꒰🍓💌🌶 ┊Katsuki fucks like he can’t live w out you

『♡』 unprotected sex, spitting in mouth, cum eating, pussy licking, creampie, squirting, f!reader, reader has acrylics, biting

Katsuki fucks like he’s going to die without you. His hands shake despite his rough grip on your hips, yanking you down onto his cock. You gasp and moan every time he does it, fingers desperately searching for something to grip onto.

His mouth finds yours, tongue invading your mouth, like he’s hungry. It’s like he’s trying to devour you. He wants to take your soul and keep it. Make it his- make you his.

“Fuck fuck fuck-“ He gasps, face tingling and shaking with pleasure.

Your pussy is squelching, frothing at the base as slick juices run between the two of you. His thick hand reaches to your jaw, thumb pushing between the plush of your lips.

He pries your mouth open and spits, a long string of saliva drizzling into your mouth. Your head throws back against the mattress and you squeal. The coil in your stomach begins to grow taut.

Your hand reaches to blond hair, tugging him lower and you push his spit back into his mouth with your tongue. He groans into the kiss before pulling back.

Katsuki snatches a pillow from his side of the bed, hooking his arm under your knees to lift your ass. It’s placed under your lower back and he shoves your knees to your shoulders, folding you in half.

The angle makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. Thick, hot, heavy dick slamming into you with long strokes. He’s got to be in your stomach- you can feel it. The head pushes against the spongey spot inside you and squirt gushes from your pussy onto the both of you.

“Give it to me, y’feel like- oh-“ Katsuki babbles, watching you frantically nod your head.

Your pussy clenches around him and he’s on cloud nine. Acrylic nails dig into his shoulders, your teeth clamp down on the side of his throat. It’s raw- needy and desperate.

He can’t get enough of you. Stray hair sticks to the side of his face, sweat beads at the nape of his neck. His muscles are almost sore from fucking into your tight cunt. And he can’t stop.

He’s addicted. You begin rambling between moans and gasps, telling him filthy things. How he’s god, that you’re in love with him, no one’s gonna ever compare. And the coil in your tummy snaps.

Because he presses his cock against that special spot and stays. As much as it pains him he doesn’t move, waiting. And you explode, clear juice spurting from your pussy and all over his cock and pillow.

Your head throws back and you scream, tears beginning to form in the corners of your eyes. He’s the closest to heaven he’ll ever be when you tell him to cum inside you.

And god, he does. His fingers dig into the plush of your thigh and he clamps his jaw, teeth marking your shoulder. His hips stutter and he slams his length into you. His entire body goes taught and he fills you. Katsuki starts whining at the thought of what he’s doing.

He can feel his cock head pressed against your cervix now. If there was a way, he’d go further. But for now his cum fills your pussy, drenching the inside of your walls. He pushes your hips up.

“Don’t let it out, fuck- don’t.” Katsuki rasps, fingers running through his hair to move it out of the way.

He laps at your pussy and you squirm in his grip. He’s slurping his own cum out of you like it’s his last meal on this god forsaken earth. Licking at the squirt on your ass, his white ropes, sucking at your clit. You buck up and fuck into his mouth a bit, trying to ride his tongue and escape all the same.

You cum like that, shaking and writhing. He leaves a smack to your ass and shoves his cock back into you, fucking the cum that’s left back in. He’s got one more in him.

You get flipped over to your chest, where his cock is bullying that same spot again. And you just can’t stop squirting. It’s everywhere. The bed is soaked, you’re soaked, he’s soaked.

He finishes in you again after you’re drooling all over the bed and desperately begging for it. He thinks about another round. He doesn’t know how long he can go without you.

Cause to him you put the stars in the sky and your pussy tastes better than water to a man dying of dehydration.

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

Youve mentioned that shark soap is the first to use remora (I can't spell today) reader as a sex toy.

Does this possibly infer that someone else is the second 🤔

I 100% see it as price though. Or gaz,

hot filth coming right up <3

(shark mer 141 + remora mermaid reader au)

it’s Price. definitely Price the second time. probably because after Soap got to you, you became a little insatiable and you know... sleeping next to Price at night... things happen.

and Price is not opposed to Gaz joining in. (. ★ ᴗ ★.)

when it’s time to go to bed, Price lays back with you in his sandy cave nest. you press up into him and coil your tail, pressing the soft warmth of your body against his. even yawning and sleepy as you are, you know what your job is.

you set to work grooming his scales, his chest. you work your specialized palms meticulously across the planes of his body, leaving nothing untouched; no buildup of salt or grime unscraped.

it takes time. he’s much taller and broader a creature than you are.

he makes himself comfortable in his bed of sand, stretches out, and huffs as you situate yourself more firmly on top of him. your tail curls around his hip. he gives a low, pleased rumble. each brush of your nimble fingers soothes his mind and his ego. prized pet.

the sensation is strange—not quite a massage, but a satisfying feeling all the same. his muscles twitch as you brush over his chest. The beginnings of arousal coil in his stomach, and his scales grow warmer under your touch despite the cool water around them.

“that’s it,” he rumbles, placing his large hand on your hip. “keep going.”

you hum in acknowledgement.

under you, you feel him begin to unsheathe. you’re not surprised. this is the nightly routine, after all.

⬇ nsfw, d/s flavors + objectification, size diff, monster dicks, merman sex ⬇

you press your hips to his in idle response and line his emerging spear up to your sheath.

his hand on your hip gently squeezes. he shifts his body slightly to angle you properly.

“you’re in a rush, pet,” he chides, though he makes no move to stop you. in fact, he leans his head back. “you know i like to take my time.”

you bite your lip as the first cockhead pops out of his tail and directly into your slit. just the bulbous tip has your stomach muscles clenching. “s-sorry.”

“i know you are.” his fingers dig into your flesh in warning as you try to move. “but i’m not going to fuck you just like that.”

you rock against him anyway. as best you can—plant your palms on his chest and arch your back to better grind yourself down. he watches you writhe and buck against him like an animal in heat.

his free hand comes up to trace down your curved spine. “you’re being greedy. be good and let me set the pace.”

“mmhmm—!”

you try to slow, but you can’t. you want to be full. he smiles a slow, wicked smile. the tension in your body as you struggle to hold yourself back and fail is so pleasing. you look like you feel so empty without him.

“you’re being so naughty. is this how a good pet behaves, hm? trying to take more than you’re given?” he slides his hand around to your rear and squeezes it. “you’re going to wait until i say you can. you’re here to be used, not to beg me for what you want.”

you nod quickly. but still you rut your hips. you can catch him just right on your sensitive nub—

“stop that. you aren’t going to push me into going any faster.” he knows exactly where you’re trying to get him to touch you. he knows exactly how desperate you are. he gives your rear a firm slap. “behave.”

you whine. you make the prettiest little sounds when you’re desperate like this. you make so much noise, in fact, that Gaz stirs outside.

his voice echoes outside the cave. “sir?”

Price’s eyes don’t leave you. “what is it?” he calls back.

“is something wrong?” Gaz replies, hesitant.

“quite the opposite.”

you keep silent, now trying in earnest not to squirm. you can’t imagine Price wants to be found out like this—to be seen in so compromising a position.

you’d be wrong.

while you watch the dark cave entrance with wide eyes, Price pinches your nipple. you let out a loud gasp, bucking in shock.

Price grins. Gaz is right outside, listening to every sound with appropriate concern—why not take advantage of the opportunity? he wants Gaz to know.

he pinches again. harder. “come on, pet. make some noise for me.”

you cry out at the command, helpless to contain your pleasure.

he grows harder under you. “that’s a good girl,” he purrs. then he raises his voice. “Gaz, come.”

Gaz—pressed as close to the entrance of the cave as he could be without physically transgressing—is there in moments.

Price doesn’t so much as raise his eyes to Gaz in greeting. he simply shifts, finally pushing his cock into you to make you arch and better display you to his new audience. you struggle to suppress your whines, fins curling up behind you despite your best efforts.

Gaz’s gaze turns hungry and lingering. for all his performative concern, he must’ve been expecting this. but he doesn’t encroach. he doesn’t crowd you. he waits to be invited. permission must be granted before he can do anything but hover, eyes glued to you both.

“i said come. closer,” Price commands. “come look at my pretty toy.” he presses his hips up into yours, feeling himself slide deeper. your fingers flex and curl against his chest. such a small fish compared to them. a toy indeed.

soon, Gaz is pressed against your back, his hands feeling you up and down. Price is feeling indulgent—toward both of you—and Gaz is nothing if not an opportunist.

you get much, much more than you begged for. Price’s rough hands, his slow thrusts, the sweetened way orders fall out of his mouth like praise. Gaz’s steadying grip, his teeth on your shoulder, his cocks rutting into the curve of your spine, your ass.

following orders, isn’t he? both of you.

and you keep following those orders even after Price spends himself in you once—you clenching around him in euphoria after edging yourself so long awaiting his satisfaction; Gaz’s hands guiding his superior’s second cock into you with such rote efficiency you wonder who he wants to touch more. you’re swollen and used, and Price’s second cock feels bigger than the first. it’s all you can do to keep your eyes open as Gaz grabs your hips and pumps you up and down for Price’s pleasure.

Price watches with a lazy smile. it’s debauched. Gaz’s desperate need to please his superior; your willingness to be reduced and devoured; the way Gaz slides his own cock into you quietly; the way you take both his and Price’s without complaint despite the immense stretch. you arch between them, wrecked and writhing as they use you both for their own pleasure.

the friction of Gaz’s cock against his sends heat up Price’s spine, and he pulls out and fucks up into you, watching his length and Gaz’s disappear into your slit over and over until he cums again.

“such a good little pet,” Price growls through his teeth, low and sweet. “aren’t you?”

you promise you are. and you continue to be even when Price flips you over, putting you on your back as an offering to gaz.

it’s different when Gaz is having his way with you. it’s all for Price’s pleasure, the way he watches, the way he directs you—two of his favorite toys. Gaz keeps you open and on display to his superior and fucks you every way he knows Price likes.

each time Gaz speaks to you, touches you, moves you, it’s to please Price. but that’s what possesses you both—drives you and Gaz to the edge of your sanity, filled up by the overwhelming desire to please the man who watches you. you’re both props to each other. you’ve never wanted anything more.

as Gaz’s gentle orders turn strict and harsh, Price’s praise softens.

their words bleed together, and by the time they’ve had their fill of you, you’re more spent than you’ve ever been. a boneless, exhausted puddle, used and marked and bruised and deliriously happy.

Price runs his hand over the marks left over. handprints. bite marks. claims of ownership.

Gaz knows better than to hesitate. he wastes no time moving away with a nod from his superior. Price intends to enjoy his handwork—your weary form—alone.

you’re left gasping, body trembling and slick with spent pleasure. your hair is tangled, your body marked with bites and scratches, your eyes hazy from pleasure and exhaustion. despite it all, Price curls his big hand around your cheek. “are you satisfied?”

“if... if you are. sir.”

he smiles at the quivering of your voice, the way you still seek to please. “you don’t have anything else you’re craving, pet?”

it’s a teasing question. he knows you have nothing left to give, even if you wanted to.

your body twitches under his fingers as they trace you, sensitive from so much use. he sees how you shiver when he touches the bite marks left by Gaz’s possessive teeth. satisfaction coils in his stomach at the sight.

still. it’s a trick question to you. you can’t be sated until he is—you don’t want to be.

you press into his side and let your hand wander over his chest in a way that could be sweet or suggestive, depending on where his mind lingers.

it’s tempting to give you more. but he elects instead to sweep you into his arms and bury his face in your chest. you curl around him with a sweet sound.

“insatiable thing,” he rumbles. “sleep. you’ll have much more to tend to in the morning.”

more mer au / more Price / more Gaz / masterlist

[heich0e]

“Miya-san!”

Osamu’s head swivels towards the sound, and he spots you right away even though you weren't the one who called for him.

You’re a few metres down the road, sitting on a bench in front of a bustling restaurant, slumped over onto the shoulder of your junior who seems to be doing everything he can to keep your head tipped up against his arm. Kimura, the name Osamu had once been introduced to him as at one of the events your company held, has blushy cheeks when the older man approaches—he seems flushed due both to being flustered and a little tipsy, and the knot of his tie is loosened at the base of his throat.

“Kimura-kun,” Osamu greets him with a dip of his head as he approaches, his eyes scanning your seemingly sleeping face. “She asleep?”

“No,” you slur in reply, but your eyes stay closed. Osamu’s not certain it’s the truth, and even less certain you realize he’s the one who said it.

“I-it’s all my fault,” Kimura squeaks, looking increasingly like he might burst into tears. “They were trying to make me drink more, but Senpai kept switching out our glasses when the other section leads weren’t looking.”

“Yeah, that sounds like somethin’ she’d do,” Osamu replies with a fond but exasperated sigh.

“I’m sorry for contacting you so late,” Kimura says, flinching as you slump away from him unexpectedly in your drunken stupor. Osamu is quicker to react than the younger man, stepping in and catching you in the crook of his elbow before you can go toppling off the bench onto the sidewalk. He keeps you steady.

“Don’t apologize, I appreciate ya callin’ me to come get her—and thanks fer lookin’ after her,” he says down to the younger man, who seems relieved now not to be responsible for keeping you upright. “Tell her to bring ya by the shop for a meal sometime as payback. She owes ya one.”

Kimura’s eyes widen and he shakes his head like he couldn’t possibly accept, but before he can decline the offer Osamu turns his attention back to you. With an arm wrapped around your waist, he gently pries you from your seat.

“Up ya go,” he mutters encouragingly as he eases you onto your feet.

Your eyes flutter slowly open, looking around blearily for a moment as you take in your surroundings.

“Samu?” you ask, his name slurred on your alcohol loosened tongue. You perk up noticeably in his arms once you realize just who’s holding you. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to take ya home, Cinderella,” he says with a light laugh as your fingers twist into the material of his sweatshirt against his chest. He looks to Kimura again, who’s also risen to his feet now. “We’ll be off, then.”

“Thank you, Miya-san!” Kimura bows deeply forward, a nearly perfect 45 degree angle at his waist.

He’s a sweet kid, Osamu can’t help but think, even if does follow you around like a puppy.

Osamu helps you down the sidewalk towards his waiting truck, then up into your seat on the passenger’s side. He makes quick work of buckling you into your seatbelt even as you squirm counterproductively, then he jogs swiftly around to his own side of the truck and climbs in behind the wheel.

Kimura waves from outside the restaurant as the truck pulls away.

“Seems like ya had fun tonight,” Osamu remarks as he drives in the direction of your home. You hadn't even wanted to attend this work gathering, but had been forced to by your director. Now look where it had gotten you.

You’re fiddling with the controls of the radio, stations crackling in and out as you switch rapidly through the channels. 

“Drank too much,” you complain, settling on a talk radio station (of all things) that seems to be midway through discussing prefectural bylaws.

“Don’t I know it,” Osamu quips in reply and you swat at him harmlessly over the centre console with a laugh.

You’re turned in your seat, your body facing in his direction, watching him as he keeps his eyes on the road. He can feel your gaze tracing over him, but doesn’t glance back.

“Hey,” you whisper, something conspiratorial in your tone. “Wanna know a secret?”

“Sure thing,” he plays along with your antics, fighting back a grin.

It’s silent for a moment—only the voices on the radio discussing trash collection to be heard. Osamu pulls up to a red light, and finally looks over to meet your gaze.

Your eyes are glassy and a bit unfocused, but they’re bright with affection.

“I have a crush on you,” you tell him with a giggle.

Osamu’s chest pangs.

The light turns green.

“Well,” he remarks, returning his gaze to the road ahead and proceeding through the intersection. “That’s good.”

From the corner of his eye, he sees your shoulders slump dejectedly. 

“I’m being rejected,” your next words are positively morose. You turn away from him and lean your body over to the side. He hears a loud thump as your forehead head hits window on your right.

“Hey!” Osamu chides you in concern, reaching out and grabbing the collar of your blouse to tug you up a little straighter. It’s not the most elegant motion by any means, but he’s fairly limited with his other hand on the wheel and his eyes still on the road.

“Owww,” you complain, rubbing your forehead weakly. You bat the hand he has clutching the collar of your shirt away. “You’re so mean.”

“How’m I mean?” Osamu guffaws beside you.

“I just confessed my love for you, and all you had to say is ‘that’s good’!” You turn your body in your seat to waggle an unsteady but judgemental finger at him. “A woman’s heart is a precious, fragile thing, y’know!”

“There’s nothin’ fragile about ya,” Osamu mutters under his breath, thinking about how much you had to drink that night as a prime example of this fact. “Yer tough as a brick wall.”

“Mean!” you jeer at him again, your mouth agape in the wake of his words.

Osamu flicks his turn indicator on before he pulls his truck over to the curb, putting it into park. You’ve stopped outside a convenience store, and when he turns to look at you, the fluorescents from inside the shop bathe you in a backlit halo where you sit in the passenger seat.

He grabs your hand. The one you still have lifted to point at him.

“D’ya see this?” he asks, holding your hand up in front of your face. The ring on your fourth finger catches in the glow of the convenience store lights.

Your eyes widen.

Osamu holds up his left hand where there’s a ring that matches your own.

“I said it’s good y’got a crush on me ‘cause we’re married, dummy.”

Your lips form a surprised little ‘o’ as your eyes flicker rapidly from the band on your finger to his own and back again. 

After a moment you grin, your eyes squeezing shut with how high your cheeks lift. “What a relief!”

Osamu is quick inside the store, just popping in to buy a vitamin drink for you and a pack of cigarettes for himself. He doesn’t smoke as much these days—you’d nag him incessantly if he did—but every so often he gets a craving, and tonight is one of those instances. 

The two of you sit side by side on the curb in front of the shop, the truck parked a little ways down the road. 

Osamu takes a drag of his cigarette, sighing in contentment with wispy plumes of smoke slipping from his lips. He peeks over at you from the corner of his eye. 

“Ya feelin’ better?” he asks.

You’ve got the little bottle of vitamin drink cradled in your hands, working your way through it slowly. You hate the taste of them, he knows that, but you’d regret it more tomorrow morning if you didn’t force it down tonight. You nod a bit, and seem to have sobered up in the time since Osamu arrived to take you home.

“This reminds me of when we first started datin’” Osamu laughs to himself. And he means it. Everything about it. Being out so late. The taste of the tobacco on his tongue. The way you keep creeping a little bit closer to him unconsciously, as though his space isn’t already yours to freely take. “I can’t believe ya forgot we’re married.”

You groan in embarrassment. “I’m sorry.”

He bites back a grin, trying not to revel too much in your misery.

“And I’m sorry I made you come pick me up,” you mumble after a moment, taking another sip from the little bottle in your hand and wincing against the bitterness. “I planned to just take a cab.”

“It was that little junior of yours who contacted me,” Osamu laughs, lifting the cigarette to his lips and holding it there while he rifles in his pocket for his phone. He holds the device out so you can see the conversation where your subordinate had commandeered your phone, remorsefully messaging Osamu asking him to come and collect you from the bar. He’d even used a funny little sticker of a bunny with tears in his eyes bowing apologetically—it bears a striking resemblance to Kimura himself. 

“That kid,” you sigh, shaking your head lightly as you rub your temple. Your eyes suddenly widen and your face snaps towards your husband. “Wh—“

“Tsumu’s there watchin’ ‘em,” Osamu laughs, reaching up and plopping a hand down atop your head. “Not that there’s much to watch since they’re in bed. He was still at the house when Kimura-kun messaged me.”

You lean into Osamu's touch as you think of your twins at home, tucked up in the little bed they share, and it makes your heart ache a little bit. You wonder if you’ll be able to creep in and give them a kiss goodnight when you get home without waking them. 

You go terribly quiet for a moment, and Osamu finishes his cigarette. He stamps it out on the curb beside him and then slips the extinguished stub back into the pack to throw into an ashtray later.

“Samu?” you call to him, your voice quiet.

He glances over at you, and sees the way you’ve wrapped your arms around your knees. The anxious posture worries him.

“I didn’t forget you, I promise,” you whisper. “It’s just… sometimes I think this is all too good to be true.”

Your husband watches as you admire the ring on your finger that reflects the streetlight overhead.

Osamu smiles to himself, scooting closer to you on the curb.

“I know,” he reassures you, wrapping an arm around your waist and tucking you into his side. Your head naturally falls to his shoulder. Familiar and instinctive. “I was just teasin’ ya.”

You smell like alcohol. He’s sure he smells like cigarettes. You're in rumpled business casual, and he's dressed in the sweats he planned to wear to sleep. He reaches over and takes your left hand in his own—your wedding rings overlapping. And for a moment, in spite of all the ways the two of you have changed over the years and all the ways that life is different now, everything is exactly how it’s always been.

He tilts his face and presses a lingering kiss to your temple.

‘I’ve got a crush on ya too, by the way.”

[rafeandonlyrafe]

first time

words: 600

warnings: 18+ only, smut, virgin!reader

“how are you going to take all of me if you can’t even take one finger?” rafe says, being extra careful as he pushes it in and out of you.

“i can.” you pout, but squirm under the unfamiliar feeling. when rafe first let his interest in you become known, you thought it was a passing thing, that he wanted to have a fling with you then move on, but rafe insisted it wasn’t true, and now you’ve been dating for six months, never going beyond making out until tonight.

you told rafe you were a virgin two months ago, which is why you wanted to keep it slow. rafe was more than understanding, never teasing you, until you said it was finally time and got into bed with him.

“you’re so tight.” rafe grunts, partly not able to wait until he can get his cock in you, while the other more loving part of him knows he needs to spend time opening you up and making you more comfortable.

rafe gets an idea of how to get you even wetter. he lays down so he’s in between your legs and you cock your head, curious what he’s doing.

“just trust me baby.” rafe says.

“i do.” you nod, gasping when his mouth closes around your clit. you resist the urge to jump out of the bed, the feeling so strong and sudden.

“taste so good.” rafe mumbles against you, working in a second finger as a rush of wetness floods your pussy. rafe spit only adds to it as he continues to lick and suck on your clit.

“i’m, i-” you can’t even finish warning him before you cum, your hips shuddering upwards, making rafe have to wrap and arm around your stomach to bring you back down onto the bed.

“good girl, shh, i got you.” rafe comforts you as your orgasm racks through your body, his fingers gently and slowly thrusting in and out as you ride the wave.

“fuck me.” you say suddenly, the feeling of cumming due to rafe’s fingers was amazing, but you need his cock now.

“can never say no to you.” rafe says, standing up and taking his underwear off, slipping the condom on quickly before rejoining you on the bed.

“if it hurts at all, just tell me, okay?” rafe asks, rubbing his hands over your inner thighs as you spread them for him.

you nod and close your eyes, taking deep breaths and focusing on remaining calm as you feel the head of rafe’s cock press against your entrance. 

he pushes in slowly, and you find that the uncomfortable stretch quickly becomes pleasurable. you feel like he goes on forever, entering you as slowly as he possibly can, watching your face to gauge for any discomfort. by the time he’s fully seated, you’re ready for him to move.

“still doing okay, pretty girl?” rafe asks, and you nod quickly, “fuck me, please.”

rafe almost catches himself cringing at the words, and that’s when he realizes that he’s head over heels for you. he’d never care to be this soft or sweet with anyone else.

“i love you.” rafe suddenly says, making your eyes widen in shock. yes, you’ve been dating for 6 months, but it was pretty casual, and you can’t believe rafe, with his hard exterior, would admit that he loves you.

you bring him down for a kiss, ignoring how the change in angle makes you want to moan. “i love you too, rafe.”

“and i won’t fuck you.” rafe says.

you look at him, confused, considering his cock is still very much inside you right now.

“i will have sex with you, but don’t say fuck. we aren’t fucking. you’re my girlfriend and we are having sex.”

you giggle, rafe has always been very particular. “okay.” you nod. “have sex with me then, i need you to move.”

rafe laughs, giving you another kiss before he pulls his hips out before gently thrusting back in. “like that?”

you nod your head as your eyes flutter closed, pleasure overtaking you again. “just like that”

[cheollipop]

Hello there! I wanted to pop in and say I’m so glad you’ve hit such a big milestone!! I honestly adore your works! Your writing style and characterization always has me begging for more!! And don’t get me started on your smut good lord 🫠

As for the slumber party.. *squeezes pillow* what do you think about dom!san and sub!reader and woo? I would honestly love to be brat tamed by San, have you seen the looks he gives Woo?? Especially him in Guerrilla era?? If he gave me that look I would be GONE. But it’s been making me think about him taking me from behind, with that signature neck hold of his as he ruins me into the mattress, Wooyoung needy and whining on the side waiting for his turn. 🫠🫠

Anyway I have shared my thoughts for this party, I can’t wait to see what others have to say as well!! (omg that somnophilia one had me sitting there crossing my legs. rip to those panties 🫡 😔)

Have a good day, Panda!! ❤️

2𝙠 𝙎𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩

anonnie you are so cute pls 😭 squeezing your pillow while spitting straight filth bahahha. thank you so much!! this seriously means so much to me TT with woosan, I tend to write them with a dynamic opposite to the one you'd described, so I found myself in a pickle trying to write this one;; however, I'm in an insane san mood this week, so I made it work (?) somehow (?), it is a lot shorter then I would have wanted it to be though :" I really hope you enjoy this nonetheless!! (and I'm so happy you liked the somno one, it's one of my favourites too~)- don't be a stranger, and happy reading!! (≧◡≦)

pairing: choi san x fem!reader x jung wooyoung

w.c.: 0.5k

tags: smut, dom!san, sub!woo & reader, san's kinda mean *bites lip*, unprotected sex (👎), creampie(s), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, edging, mentioned double penetration

nsfw under cut—minors dni!

Wooyoung squirmed on the mattress, back flush against the headboard while his fingers twitched by his hips. Despite the overwhelming need to relieve himself, to wrap his fingers around his throbbing cock—the tip an angry red as it stood upright, leaking translucent drops of arousal down the veiny shaft—his attention remained on the two figures moving to a steady rhythm beside him.

The hand at your nape pushed you further into the pillow, shallowly breathing as the pleasure soaring through your body took over all five senses. San’s lips brushed against your temple, sharp grunts reverberating in your ear while he pumped his cock inside your spent cunt, oozing a mixture of slick and cum until it formed a pool over the linen beneath you. His other hand held your hips up, guiding them back to meet his relentless thrusts, making sure your walls would forever be moulded to his shape.

“San-ah, I ‘wanna touch her too,” Wooyoung mewled, eyes trained on your pussy as it repeatedly swallowed San’s girth. “C’mon, ‘can’t wait anymore.”

“No,” was all he responded with, not even sparing him a glance, slowing his pace as you shook under him once again—another orgasm drawing muffled moans out of your parted lips, and spreading drool on the pillowcase under your head.

Peering over at the man resting beside him, the sight of his cock bobbing uselessly against his lower belly, precum shimmering over tan skin under the overhead light, San felt himself grow harder as he waited for you to come down from your high. Wooyoung whimpered at San’s intense gaze—his quick glance rendering him unable to look away from the younger’s pathetic state—readjusting his position to angle his hips towards San, his cock now resting hard and heavy over his upper thigh.

Feline eyes glazed over as an idea popped into his head, straightening up behind you and shifting his gaze down to where your bodies met. San’s palm landed over your ass, watching your back arch further as he added yet another handprint onto the sensitive flesh, running soothing circles over it before slipping his hand between your legs. Running his fingers over the drenched slit, he rounded his base where his cock sat within your heat, dipping a thumb into the stretched hole and pulling it open even further, until it gaped and loosened around his length.

“San, wait—hnngh—please, I can’t-”

“–Yes you can,” San interrupted, moving the hand on your nape to the back of your head, pushing your face into the pillow until your words were no longer coherent. He slipped a few inches out, angling his cockhead to press directly into your g-spot, muffled sentences morphing into desperate groans. “Look,” he shifted his attention to the neglected man, spreading you even wider with his thumb while he grinded his cock into your used cunt. “What do you say, Youngie, do you think our pretty girl can fit the both of us?”

[inklore]

I know Bradley Bradshaw fucks you nice and deep, I just know it

all consuming

— bradley 'rooster' bradshaw x (f)reader

word count: 531

warnings: eighteen+ content, deep penetration, smallest amount of dirty talk and marking.

note: i couldn't agree with you more bestie, like this man will have you in so many positions that both have you questioning your bodies capability of flexibility but also how much of him you can take without going insane, and he eats that shitttt up!

It’s easy to ignore the ache in your calf when Bradley soothes it with his mouth—his lips making a rhythmic trail that coincides with the thrusts of his hips down the aching muscle as he presses it tight to your chest. 

The angle—the stretch of each of your legs pressed into your front—has the movement of his hips, his thrusts deep and unrelenting as your nails dig into his bicep with each snap. The tip of his cock hits something inside of you that makes your moans turn into weak mewls. Sobs that sound pitiful to your own ears but are ones Bradley is eating up. 

His mouth and tongue running along any bit of quivering skin they can—your mouth, teeth biting into your shoulder, a smirk against your legs as they shake. 

As if he needs to feel what he’s doing too. Not just see it with your hooded eyes that look up at him as if they’re begging for more, less, everything he has; not just your nails digging into his skin, marking him the way his mouth is you. 

It’s a different feeling when he can feel it. It makes him heady and heightened, like this is why both of you were made. To do this. Together. To be so deep inside of you that it almost causes pain for the both of you. Gives you both that electric shock of pleasure down your spine and makes you go insane. 

The grip of your walls around his cock, the breathy whines into his mouth, the way your legs are begging to be moved, arranged in a different position, but he refuses to take pity on the ache his fingers are causing as they dig into your muscle the harder he fucks you—he loves you in this position. Loves seeing how much your body pulls him back in, deep and wanting, on the same stroke it wants him to let up. 

It’s fucking beautiful.

You’re beautiful. 

There are filthy words coming out of his mouth, against your tongue. You can barely make them out over the noises coming from your own mouth. His words sound a lot like “s’wet” and “that’s my girl” and “every time I think you can’t take anymore, your pussy proves me wrong.” 

You miss the ending of a question. Your mind a haze of bliss, and throbs felt all over your body—the throb of feeling so full and deep you know you’ll feel Bradley for the rest of the day when you sit, the throbbing of your legs, and the bites he’s leaving against your bottom lip and skin. 

He doesn’t make you wait long to comprehend what the question was when he starts fucking you harder, faster. His question not needing an answer as he smiles, watching you squirm and hold onto him. 

And even with your muscles burning, you know you’d stay in this position forever if it meant being fucked this good by the man you love. By the man who looks just as flushed and delirious as you feel as his eyes take you in. Devouring you in a whole other way entirely. 

Making you feel completely consumed by him.

[rebelspykatie]

Gymnastics/Olympics AU Part 5

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Eddie’s having an out of body experience. This absolutely cannot be real and happening to him. Just a few hours ago, he thought Steve hated his guts and wanted him kicked off the podium, and now here he is, stripped naked and waiting for all his wildest fantasies to come true. Being laid bare like this has Eddie’s heart racing, even more than the intense work out he put his body through earlier that night that landed him in third place in the all around. 

He doesn’t even know how he gets the words out, suggestive and coy in a way that’s unfamiliar to him. His frayed nerves can’t handle if Steve decides this is too far. If he backs away from him now, Eddie might never recover. Desire is surely evident on his face when he turns to look at Steve, his back cooling uncomfortably, missing the warmth of Steve’s hands, hips moving almost unconsciously into the mattress beneath him. 

It only takes one glance at Steve to know he’s just as affected. Standing to the side of the bed, his skin flushed, the pink hue not as evident on his tan skin, but still present, sinking tantalizingly down into his leo. Eyes following the movement of Eddie’s hips, chest heaving and cock straining the material confining his arousal. 

Having watched him for so many years on tv, he thought he had every inch of Steve memorized, but boy was he wrong. If he had known what was hiding under those shorts all those years, he probably would’ve been even more infatuated with Steve, if that was even possible. Eddie hasn’t had much experience, coming from backwoods Indiana, but it’s never been more crystal clear that he’s very, very gay than at this moment. 

Being surrounded by men in tight leos is enough to test his self control on a good day, but this is going to be burned into his memory for a long time to come. He’ll be lucky if he’s not popping boners out on the floor in a couple of days when the competition continues. Because Steve’s length is almost unbelievable. Jutting up and trapped beneath spandex, outlined in all its glory. A tiny wet spot where the tip rests.

It’s enough to have Eddie drooling, face smushed into the pillow, eyes raking over Steve’s form. But he moves just the wrong way, trying to get his hips at a better angle and it twinges something in his arm. A hiss of pain escapes him before he can stop it, and Steve’s climbing over him again before he has time to catch his breath, turning him over gently. 

“Are you ok?” Steve asks, worry wrinkling his forehead as he hovers over Eddie, straddling his hips, hand ghosting over Eddie’s injured shoulder.

He nods dumbly, not sure he’s capable of much beyond that. All thoughts leave his brain as he stares up at Steve, ignoring how his cock is leaking onto his stomach, ignoring how he can feel Steve’s balls pressing into his groin, even if there’s a thin layer of fabric between them. If it weren’t for the dull sting in his arm grounding him, he’d think he was asleep, a fantasy script he could only come up with in his wildest dreams.

But the pain brings him back. Steve’s soft words help him focus and answer the question. “Yeah, it uh- it just burns a bit. It’s tight, even after you worked me over.” 

The twitch of Steve’s lips tells him his wording wasn’t subtle, even if unintentional. His mouth always moves faster than his brain, and his cheeks heat with embarrassment. The intimacy of the moment catching up to him.

“Sounds like I need to keep working you over.” He smirks, leaning back on his heels and lining his dick up with Eddie’s. “We wouldn’t want you to be tight.” 

That first drag is like heaven, the circular wet spot on Steve’s leo moving along the length of his cock as Steve rolls his hips. Eddie squirms, trying to line them up perfectly, but Steve pushes lightly on his shoulders, pressing him into the sheets with a firm hand. 

“No.” Eddie stops moving, a sizzling sensation fissuring down his spine, his attention fully on the command. “Stay still and let me do all the work. We wouldn’t want to make your injury worse.” 

He nods slowly, feeling bereft when Steve climbs off him and rifles through his bag. He comes back with a little bottle of lube and one of the village issued condoms, brandishing it triumphantly upon the bed as he crawls back over Eddie.

“Are you always this prepared?” 

“I planned to take my frustration out on someone in the village by the end of the week. I had no idea it was going to be you.” 

“Frustration?”

“All I’ve been able to think about all week has been you,” Steve leans forward, brushes a stray hair from Eddie’s shoulder, trailing his fingertips across Eddie’s collar bone. “You wormed your way into my thoughts and I was convinced it was jealousy. I couldn’t stop watching you.” He keeps moving his hand down Eddie’s chest until he runs the back of a finger over one of Eddie’s nipples. “Turns out it was a little more than jealousy.” 

“I’ve been in love with you since I was sixteen,” Eddie gasps out, unbidden and tugged from the depths of his stupid brain like Steve’s fingers are performing sorcery instead of grazing his nipples in a personal form of torture. He stays still, though, like Steve instructed. 

“That long, huh?” There’s a cocky smirk on Steve’s face, but his eyes give him away, searching Eddie’s face for a lie with wonder, twinkling a bit with amusement. His hands move away and trail back up to Eddie’s neck, cradling it between his hands, thumb rubbing a soothing line down his Adam’s apple. Steve’s gaze is glued to Eddie’s throat when it bobs under his touch, heady, like he wants to sink his teeth into the soft flesh under his fingertips.

“Not sure how long it would’ve taken me to figure out I was gay if I hadn’t seen you twisting around on tv to awaken me in the throes of puberty.”

“How are you this coherent, still?” Steve leans down and kisses him, and that does take all the thoughts right out of Eddie’s head.

Part 6 | AO3

[ghoulodont]

A few days ago @crimsonclergy got a really cute ask about Aether and Rain helping transmasc Dew with his hormone shot. I ended up writing a little ficlet about it. 900ish words of fluff below the readmore:

Dew seems to work himself up about this every time, irresistibly drawn towards what he must already know will make him more and more nervous.

Aether, the saint that he is, prepares the shot beforehand, locked in the bathroom so that Dew can’t peek, and then keeps it hidden as long as possible. As he files into the bathroom now after Dew, Rain literally doesn’t know where it is. There are only a handful of possible hiding places, but it could be in any of them.

Dew sits on the toilet seat with a huff, clad in a t-shirt and boxers. Rain sits nearby, within reach, on the edge of the bathtub. Aether is at the counter where he has everything — or, everything else — set up.

“Hey big guy, you ready?” he asks. He knows Dew won’t answer, or will waffle about it, trying to stall, so he proceeds to the next step anyway. Dew seems to generally prefer being allowed to say stop than being asked to say go. And he’s familiar enough with what’s happening that he doesn’t need to be told about it. It’s a lot of trust he’s putting in Aether, now that Rain thinks about it.

Aether tears open a little alcohol swab packet. Dew wrinkles his nose. He’s said a million times before that hates the smell, but it’s not hard to imagine it’s less about the smell itself and more about what the smell represents, what it’s associated with.

Rain reaches out and pinches Dew’s nose between his thumb and index finger. Dew squawks, batting his hand away. Aether wipes the alcohol swab over Dew’s thigh.

Aether takes his time throwing away the swab and fussing with the stuff he has on the counter, waiting for the alcohol to dry. Rain knows what comes next. He takes both of Dew’s hands and coaxes him to twist his body a bit, facing a little less towards Aether and whatever he’s doing.

Rain isn’t sure what it is about the shot that gets Dew all stressed out, whether it’s the feeling or the pain of it, or just the idea of it, or something else entirely. He knows Dew did the shots himself at some point, which is kind of difficult to imagine. Maybe something changed. It doesn’t feel like his place to ask — and he doesn’t need to know in order to help.

Aether opens the mirrored cabinet above the sink and retrieves the shot from one of the shelves inside. He pulls the cap off the needle with a little pop. Dew cringes at the sound and turns his head to look toward it.

“Hey,” Rain prods. He says it like he’s about to say something else, but he doesn’t actually have anything to say. Dew looks up at him expectantly. Rain doesn’t say anything.

Dew laughs at him, just barely, a halfhearted snort. “Hey,” he responds.

“Doing it now,” Aether reports. It’s all the warning Dew gets before he sticks him with the needle.

Dew inhales sharply and scrunches his eyes shut. Rain squeezes his hands.

Slowly, he watches the crease between Dew’s brows relax, his eyelids uncrinkle, his eyes start to open, and he knows for certain that Dew is about to look. He can’t help it, like a train wreck or however the saying goes. It’s inevitable.

Rain leans forward and places a tiny kiss on Dew’s cheek, the one closer to where Aether is standing, placing himself between Dew and what he doesn’t need to be looking at. He puts another next to it, and another, sprinkling over his temple, his jaw, his forehead.

Dew tips his face away from the onslaught. What he says is “gross,” but he smiles slightly, preening under the attention.

Rain continues, relentless. He focuses on his favorite places, picking little spots he loves — the outer corner of his eye that wrinkles when he laughs, the pointed angle of his jaw, the arch of his eyebrow, the tip of his nose.

Dew whines. Rain kisses the upturned corner of his mouth. Dew squirms. Rain kisses the middle of his cheekbone.

In his peripheral vision Rain can see Aether look up at him and shake his head. No wiggling — Dew needs to hold still. No fun allowed. Oh well.

Rain slows down and refocuses. “You’re being so brave, you know that?” he murmurs.

Dew breathes a little sigh out his nose in response.

“You’re doing such a good job.” Rain kisses his forehead. “So brave.”

“Done.” Aether has already removed the needle. He places it in their makeshift sharps container, and it’s gone.

Dew’s shoulders sag, tension visibly oozing out of the places he was holding it in his upper body.

Aether sticks a band-aid on Dew’s thigh. It’s covered in little sea creatures, dolphins and turtles and jellyfish. It’s cute — probably made for kids, but who cares. Dew extends his leg experimentally, sliding his foot over the tiled floor.

Rain squeezes Dew’s hands again, two short pulses, a question.

Dew looks up at him and nods. “Thank you,” he mumbles, and Rain lets his hands go.

Dew stands and pulls Aether into a hug, melting into his arms. “Thank you,” he says, again, to Aether this time, his voice muffled against his shirt.

Aether rocks their hug gently from side to side. “Of course,” he says. “Anytime.”

[venuscxre]

KISS ME MORE .ᐟ

summary ; ludociel is a passionate lover, but he is also someone who has trouble expressing himself properly with words; what better way to convey his love for you than with kisses?

pairing ; ludociel / black fem!reader

tags ; fluff, slightly suggestive, body worship, ludociel is whipped but he’s also a tease, purely self-indulgent.

𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

ludociel’s normal way of kissing is soft, but passionate. his kisses are featherlight; he kisses you delicately but with an intensity that leaves you both warm and covered in a thin sheen of sweat. he sees you as a work of art, one that chaos themself took the proper time and materials to sculpt and bring you to life, and he kisses you accordingly.

“ludo, that tickles,” you let out a small giggle, looking down at the archangel who’s busied himself with littering your body kisses.

he’s been at it for over an hour, gently kissing down your body. currently, his lips are pressed against your right foot.

bemused, he asks, “does it?” before moving back up your leg with a small grin, taking pleasure in the little noises you’ve been making in response to him. he admires the little dark splotches on the expanse of your skin; evidence of his work.

“yes—“

you cut yourself off with a yelp when he bites into your calf then licks over it to soothe the sting. your thigh twitches.

“my darling is always so responsive to my kisses,” he chuckled. “i wonder what other sounds i can draw out of you.”

your head turns away in embarrassment as he repeats the pattern he’s been going by. kiss, bite, lick, kiss. a never ending cycle.

“ah, ah, don’t hide from me, my love. let me see those pretty eyes; i want you to watch me,” he looks up at you as he kisses up to your thigh.

“you can’t get embarrassed now, you should be used to this already. keep your eyes on me while i worship you, okay?”

ludociel’s farewell kisses hold a lot of longing within them; longing to come back to you and spend his time wrapped up in bed with you, holding you close to his chest while you take your fifth nap of the day. he hates leaving for missions that will take him far away from you, but it must be done, it’s his job after all.

“i’m gonna miss you,” you pout, your hands idly playing with the white fabric draped on ludociel’s armour.

ludociel sighs, rubbing your waist. “i know, dear. i’ll miss you too.”

the supreme deity has yet again sent him on another mission, this one farther away from home than all the others. and to make it worse, it should take at least a month or two to complete. you don’t want to let him go, but you know just how important his position is to him.

“can i get a kiss before you leave, ludo?”, your head falls into the crook of his neck, trying to engrain the scent of him into your nose.

“you know you don’t have to ask, love. I would kiss you regardless,” he cups your cheek, his armoured hand feeling cool against your skin.

you tilt your head back to allow him a proper angle for a kiss. he leans down and captures your lips with his, pressing a long, soft kiss against it.

he would definitely miss you and his kiss conveyed that. his hand on your waist squeezed tightly, but not enough to hurt you.

“i love you. wait for me, okay?”

“always.”

ludociel is a tease, in every aspect of the word. although he loves the feel of your lips on his, he also loves making you squirm or work for a kiss. he’s a cocky little shit, but you’ve made your bed, so you have no choice but to lie in it.

ludociel lets out a low chuckle seeing your cheeks puffed out with an equally amusing pout on your plump lips.

“is something the matter, my darling?”

you grumble, feeling yourself tittering on the edge of wiping off that shit-eating grin on his face. you’d been feeling needy for kisses and came to him in hopes of getting what you desired, but you should’ve known better than to think he would kiss you without his usual teasing.

“what do you think?”, you huff, turning away from him. he grasps your chin, turning your head back to face him.

“you haven’t told me what you want. i’m no mind reader, darling.”

liar. he knows exactly what you want, he knows you better than you know yourself! he just wants to hear you say it out loud, knowing fully well how fidgety you get when you want to ask for his affection. he finds it cute.

you pout even more and grumble out something, he leans down closer to you.

“speak up, love, i can’t hear you.”

“I SAID, I WANT A KISS!”

you feel heavily embarrassed, but it’s not your fault! it’s ludociel and his stupidly handsome face and his stupidly great kisses. you want to bury yourself in a hole.

“hm, is that so? my beautiful girl wants a kiss? who am i to deny her?”

you glare at him. he’s been denying you for thirty minutes straight! you’re almost tempted to leave and give him a taste of his own medicine, but you really need that kiss.

he kisses you, one hand on your cheek, the other running up and down your spine. his lips eventually stray from your lips to go down your throat to the base of your neck, leaving light nips and pecks along the way.

your fingers thread through his hair, you envy how silky and soft it feels. once he’s done ravaging your neck, ludociel comes back up to kiss you for longer till the both of you are breathless and panting for air. you hide your face in his chest, still feeling a little embarrassed for how desperately you acted.

he rubs your back, laughing softly. he’s well aware that you’re embarrassed. “you’re so cute, my love. maybe i should start making you beg more often.”

“do not.”

ludociel’s kisses are sloppy, needy and rushed when you’re both out in public. he wouldn’t kiss you in front of all those important people, he has a reputation to uphold. but the minute he’s not being swarmed by one person or the other, he’s pulling you aside for a quick make out, maybe something more.

“ludociel, someone might see us here,” you mumble between kisses, but your lover is too preoccupied in your taste to actually care.

he has his tongue in your mouth, his hands fiddling with the zipper of your dress. “you worry too much,” he finally speaks, pulling back to let you breathe, but not for long. he’s quick to dive back in, attacking your swollen lips even more. he’s insatiable when he’s like this.

there’s spit dribbling down your chin, you don’t even know if it’s yours or his. the kiss is messy, extremely so, and you’re worried it might escalate into something that could very well paint the both of you in a bad light.

“seriously, ludo, we could get caught…”

“oh come on, love. just a little more, please? i’ve been so swamped by those pretentious nobles..” he pouts.

you sigh, unable to resist giving into him when he looks at you so very pleadingly.

“fine. but no more than kisses, alright?”

“no promises.”

“ludociel.”

“fine, fine..”

ludociel’s lips taste incredibly sweet, like the tea he normally drinks with his desserts or that one cheesecake you both love. whenever you feel the need for something sugary, you just kiss him instead, that way you get love and sugar. a win is a win, after all.

“love, i have to work…” ludociel sighs, one arm wrapped around your torso, the other writing some report.

he didn’t know how this happened or what led to it, but now, you're sitting in his lap, kissing his lips fervently. his lips are swollen from the onslaught of kisses that you’re still delivering to them, but he makes no moves to stop you either. maybe he’ll humour you, after all, it’s not everyday this happens. this does, in fact, happen everyday.

“your lips taste so sweet, though. like éclairs…”

he chuckles at you. “do they, now? are you craving sweets, my love?”

“maybe…”

he pats the small of your back when your head dips down to his neck, resting against him. he kisses your temple. “we’ll get some when i finish up this report okay? i have to get it in by the end of the day. once i’m done, we can go to that one bakery you like so much.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

ludociel’s morning kisses are lazy, just like the both of you when you awaken so early. he wishes he could spend the entire morning just laying in bed and kissing you.

the sun rays peak from in between the gaps of your curtains. ludociel’s arm is thrown over you, holding you to his chest in a protective embrace.

your eyes flutter open and it takes a moment or two for you to blink the sleep out of your eyes. when you do, you look up at your sleeping lover, admiring his features. he looks even more beautiful when the sun hits him from this angle.

when he feels your gaze, ludociel’s eyes open and his white irises peer into your darker ones. you smile at him.

“good morning. how’d you sleep?”

it takes him a while to register your greeting, but he mumbles a small ‘good morning’ back, craning his neck to plant a kiss against your lips.

it lacks the usual firmness ludociel would normally kiss you with, but you can’t blame him. it’s far too early in the morning and he had a long night the day before.

you reciprocate his kiss, letting your eyes close. you’re pretty sure he’s fallen back asleep even though his lips are still pressed against yours.

you pull back and stroke his face, brushing away the little strands that’ve slipped from the braid you put his hair into last night.

he sleepily chases after your lips, his hands settling onto the dips of your hips, running his thumbs over them in circles. he leans in, pressing his lips to yours again, sighing in content through his nose as your mouths mould together in a familiar rhythm. your hands find their way to his chest and his arms wrap around you firmly. he never wants this moment to end, but you both will have to get up eventually. ‘till then, he’ll spend this time he has with you trading kisses.

[ddevilfruits]

leather | van augur x gn!reader (18+)

ao3 link | minors dni!

summary: “I would like for us to try something.”

cw: boot humping, cumshot, vaginal sex, premature ejaculation, gn!reader (reader has a vag)

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Your head lay in Augur’s lap, his long fingers thread through your hair while he looked down at you with a certain fondness that was only ever reserved for you and you alone. You were currently resided in his room, both of you on top of his mattress. You were almost half-asleep, content with letting the sniper comb through your curls.

You only opened your eyes when he spoke.

“I would like for us to try something.”

You quirk a brow, meeting his gaze as you sit up. The hand that was previously playing with your hair drops down to your back and stays there, fingers lightly caressing your bare skin.

“Oh? And what would that be?” You ask him, unsure of where this endeavor would be taking you.

You watch as he swallows hard, a light blush dusting his cheeks as he nearly stutters over his words - you can’t make out anything that he’s saying, so he pauses for a moment and takes a deep breath in order to collect himself.

“On your knees,” he says with a sudden boldness, the hand on your lower back giving you just enough of a push to actually listen to him. You find yourself really liking this side of Augur - he’s usually so apprehensive about asking you to do anything, let alone commanding you to do something.

You slip off of the mattress and get down on your knees in front of him, your hands finding their way to his outer thighs. You can practically feel the shiver that ripples through him as the palms of your hands brush up against his legs.

Augur looks like he’s surprised himself as well, because his face rapidly turns redder and redder as he slots one of his legs between yours, the vamp of his boot pressing right up against your heat in a way that makes you squirm.

He swallows hard again, his foot twitching slightly beneath you as he feels himself already growing hard in his slacks. The two of you had barely even done anything, and yet...

Your eyes meet his so easily that he has to glance away for a few seconds in order to keep his composure. As much as he’d love to pin you to the ground and have you cream around his cock, he’s been wanting to try this specific idea for a while. So that would just have to wait for the time being.

His gaze refocuses on you as you get settled below him, your own set of eyes still peering up at him from your spot between his legs. Augur finds himself biting his lip in order to hold back an embarrassingly loud moan that had threatened to escape him. 

The patience you held was astounding, he found. You were so eager to listen, so good at mindlessly obeying unspoken rules. He couldn’t wait to ravish your body after this.

All it takes is a single word: “Grind.”

It was almost instantly that you pressed hard down onto Augur’s boot, your hips wriggling with excitement as you rode the leather footwear. It felt heavenly against your clit- even moreso when Augur possessively grabbed your face with his hand, not allowing you to look away for even a second as you ground your pretty pussy against him.

“So good,” he finds himself mumbling breathily. “You’re so, so good.”

His thumb brushes against your cheek and you instantly melt into the feeling, nuzzling against the palm of his hand as you continue humping his boot.

Your hazy brain focuses too much on the pleasure you feel as you angle yourself in a way that allows the toe of Augur’s boot to grind directly against your slick hole, your eyes fluttering shut. You lean forward in an attempt to hug his toned calves, your face pressing against his inner thighs.

Biting his lip once more, Augur finally fishes his shaft out from his clothes. He’s so painfully hard, the tip of his cock all red and leaking with pre-cum that surely stained the inside of his boxers.

He takes it in his free hand, immediately setting a pace as he finally allows all of his whines and whimpers to filter out from within his throat.

“Ffffuckk,” he groans, his other hand pushing your head up and forward. “L-Look at me.”

His whimpers have gotten higher and more desperate-sounding in pitch, and you’re still aware enough to be able to open your eyes and watch as he pumps his cock over your face.

“‘m gonna cum,” he whines. “Oh god- ohh- ffuck, I’m gonna cum. Open your mouth- open that p-pretty little mouth of yours.”

You do as you’re told, your mouth opening for him and your tongue lolling out only the slightest amount. Augur nearly starts to sob out as he fists his cock faster, aiming the tip of it at your face.

It doesn’t take much more than two strokes before your name leaves his lips in the form of a soft cry, his white-hot cum splattering all along your face and against your tongue, leaking onto your bare chest.

Your grinding rolls to a stop.

Augur’s hands forcefully grab you by the hips and pull you up onto his lap, but despite his attention focusing solely on your face, his eyes don’t miss the wet spot that coats his boot. He leans in and licks his own seed from your cheek, his eyes nearly rolling back into his skull from the taste alone.

Semi-bony fingers dig into your hips and before you know it, you’re being impaled on Augur’s cock. You cry out for him and in turn he shoves his face into your neck, biting at all of your sensitive spots as he fucks into your cunt hard and deep.

The tip pounds at your cervix, threatening to break through into your womb with every thrust. Your walls squeeze around him so tight that he finds himself prematurely ejaculating inside of you with a needy whine.

It’s at that moment that Augur shoots awake from his slumber, his whole body coated in a layer of sweat and his boxers feeling uncomfortably tight.

Ah. It was a dream. He should have figured as much.

[a-writing-otter]

Somebunny Loves You Teaser

“Back up and close your eyes,” he calls from the door, waiting until he hears feet retreating.

With another deep breath, he cracks the door open to see Hawks standing there, both hands over his eyes, but practically vibrating in place. That hesitant smile grows and Dabi comes out completely.

Hawks goes to move his hands away, but Dabi covers them with his own hands and starts to walk him backwards.

“I got you, just keep– That’s it, right to the chair and sit. That’s a good boy.”

Hawks flops into the chair, wings draped on either side and he’s obviously struggling to keep his eyes closed. Dabi debates making him wait a little while longer just to let him stew, but eventually takes mercy on the poor man.

“You can open.”

Hawks yanks his hands away before they freeze in the air beside him. His eyes are wide and darting all over the place like he can’t decide where to settle them. Hawks’ breath has seized up in his chest, frozen in time, before finally letting it out in a pant.

Dabi won’t pretend that the awe-struck expression doesn’t go simultaneously right to his head and his dick. He turns in a circle, letting Hawks get a full look of it from the white headband, one ear bent at a quirky angle down to the soft white tail that twitches when Dabi moves.

“Dabi…” The words are reverent as Hawks is obviously itching to get onto his feet. He darts his gaze up to Dabi, wordlessly asking permission. While he loves nothing more than watching Hawks squirm, he’s just as eager to have his hands on him. Dabi offers a crooked smile and inclines his head just a little. Hawks doesn’t wait a second more, out of the chair so quickly he almost slips. Dabi’s hands go out to steady him, but Hawks slides his own up the length of Dabi’s arms up his shoulders and then down his chest.

“Holy shit, babe.” Hawks sounds breathless as eyes and hands roam everywhere. Every little gesture earns a pleasurable thrill down Dabi’s spine, the patches of his body that are still skin erupting in goosebumps.

“You look incredible. I– Fuck, I thought it’d look good, but this is… Fuck,” Hawks whines. His breathing is growing shallower by the moment and Dabi couldn’t be happier.

Raising a hand, he reaches under Hawks’ chin, tilting it up slightly. Hawks meets his gaze with hazy eyes.

“Easy, pretty bird,” he feels Hawks tremble at the name, “you’ll work yourself into a frenzy.”

Dabi lowers his head, teeth catching Hawks’ lower lip before he whispers into his mouth, “and that’s my job.”

Hawks lets out a sound that sounds almost like a sob, clinging to Dabi as his knees threaten to go out from underneath him. Dabi tries to steady him yet again, but Hawks instead sinks down to the ground. His hands are roving over Dabi’s tights-clad thighs, digging the tips of his fingers into the meat of Dabi’s thighs with a groan that goes right to his cock. The way it twitches, sandwiched in the material as it is, draws all of Hawks’ attention. Leaning in, Hawks is panting like a beast in heat as he rubs his nose and mouth against him. The material is practically nothing, every huff of breath, every stroke of his nose, every drag of his wet lips isn’t missed by Dabi. So when Hawks can’t help himself and opens his mouth, pretty pink tongue lolling out past his lips to drag over his erection, Dabi feels his own knees threaten to buckle.

“Fuck…” He has to look away, else he might lose what composure he’s clinging onto by his nails. It doesn’t help that Hawks is lapping at him, dampening the material with every stroke. When he finally does chance a glance down, Hawks is staring at him before wrapping his lips around Dabi as best as he can, sucking on the material. The seal is broken by the fabric between them, so it doesn’t have the earth-shattering effect it usually does, but, damn, if the sight of Hawks’ cheeks hollowing out doesn’t make his cock twitch even more.

Hawks continues lapping and sucking for a few minutes until the entire crotch of the suit is stained a darker color by Hawks’ drool. For the way he’s panting and squeezing his thighs together in front of Dabi, you’d assume he was the one being teased.

Finally, Hawks brings shaking hands up, fingers itching towards the edge of the suit that are struggling around Dabi’s balls, quite uncomfortably positioned as they are. The pad of a finger touches what of it is hanging out and Dabi doesn’t bother hiding the moan.

“Please,” Hawks eeks out, one finger catching the edge of the fabric. Even that little tug on the suit sends relief flooding through Dabi as a scant amount of space is allowed and Dabi gets a taste of not being squished into place.

“I want to taste you.”

[prettyboyeddiemunson]

Perv/pornstar Eddie would be all over innocent reader in a pretty pink skirt with white cotton panties looking all innocent all while he makes her squirm and moan because the pleasure is too much. Eddie making her cum over and over again in her pretty panties so he can pull them off to fuck her until she’s a dumb little angle for him. But he always remembers to save those panties for later so he can jerk off while using them

NO BUT IMAGINE THIS IS THE PLOT OF A FILM YALL DO TOGETHER, LIKE YOU’RE ALSO A P**N STAR IN THIS. READER IS 18+, AS ALWAYS!!

you’re wearing this short little pink skirt, really skimpy cotton white panties, and one of those crop tops that ties in the front. the plot could revolve around you being a virgin, and eddie is a local perv who has done nothing but fantasize about taking your virginity. and maybe the film starts off with him breaking into your house while you’re watching tv, so you go to investigate and see him jerking off into a pair of your panties in your bedroom. we all know how most p**n starts off—a little talking, some cheesy banter, and then it gets right down to business. that’s exactly what happens here.

after you reveal to him that you’re a virgin (a fact he already knew, because he’s a perv who knows your every move and everything about you), he says that he will take good care of you. some really sloppy making out ensues, his tongue piercing swirling your own tongue before your mouths meet at one point. his large hands settle on your waist, squeezing the revealed skin there as you bring your body closer to his. both of your clothes come off, all except for your panties, because eddie has other plans for those.

“i’m gonna make you feel so fucking good,” he says, playing with your nipples as the cameraman moves closer to the two of you. he’s wanting a good shot of your soaking panties as eddie’s fingers circle your clit through them, soft moans falling from your lips as he plays with it. “fuck, would you look at that? i guess it’s true what they say: virgins really do get wet so goddamn easily.”

“mmm…” you hum, head tipped back as he pushes your panties aside to reveal your wet pussy to the camera. he rubs his fingers through your folds, and the camera captures two of his fingers plunging deep inside of you. you cry out, and he begins to fuck you rapidly on them as the camera picks up the wet, vulgar sounds they make. “feels so weird, but also really fucking good…”

“never had anything in your pretty virgin cunt before?” eddie asks, and you shake your head. “mmm. you know, the fact that you’re a true virgin is fucking hot as shit. never had a single cock or finger, including your own, inside of you. you have no goddamn idea how much & how hard i always cum, jerking off & thinking about how good it would feel to fuck the shit out of you.”

“god, that’s so hot,” you breathe, bucking and rotating your hips as you attempt to feel more of him. “can’t wait to feel that nice, big, throbbing cock inside of my tight little pussy, instead of just your fingers. i’m so wet just thinking about it.”

“gonna make you feel good in other ways first, princess,” he says, adding a third finger and delighting in the hot, overly exaggerated moans that spill from your lips. “you won’t believe how good you’re gonna feel, if you think this is amazing.”

he finger fucks you until you’re practically screaming, making you cum on his fingers and partially in your panties. but he’s not done; he makes his way between your legs, pulling the panties aside again so that he can eat your pussy. fucking god, it’s the filthiest, hottest, wildest oral sex you’ve ever gotten, on camera or off. his tongue piercing fucks into you at one point while he fingers your ass, alternating between your clit and your entrance every so often. his mouth roams all over your pussy, and he moans & shakes his head so rapidly that you’re surprised he didn’t get fucking whiplash. that’s not all, though; it would be so hard to describe the rest of what he did that was just fucking batshit insane down there, so let’s leave it to your imagination.

but before you cum, he puts your panties over your cunt so that you can cum inside of them. he flicks his tongue piercing over your clit through the sopping cotton of your underwear, and your moans grow louder and more frequent as your orgasm approaches. you cum so much moments later that the panties are basically dripping; then eddie is cleaning you up and making you cum again in no time flat. you’re trembling, an overstimulated mess as his mouth does not stop. he even eats your ass a little bit as he fingers you again, switching between that hole and your clit once in awhile. after you cum for a fourth time, he’s moving up your body to kiss you messily, one of your hands in his hair as he glides his cock through your overcharged, sensitive folds over your underwear.

“ready for this massive cock, baby?” he asks, taking your panties off and slapping his heavy, thick cock against your soaking cunt.

“i am,” you say, watching as he brings your discarded panties to his nose for a long sniff. “why are you doing that?”

“i just love how incredible you smell,” he says, shoving every inch of that giant dick inside of you as you scream. christ, you were only playing the part of a virgin, but that thing felt like it was tearing you in half down there. your back arches and you claw at him, more exaggerated moans leaving your lips as you mumble that it hurts. eddie smirks, looking between your bodies at the slight bulge in your pelvic area. “i can see myself in there, baby. i can see that huge dick of mine in your lower belly, and it’s so fucking good.”

you can do nothing but moan and squirm, your cunt getting used to his size as he starts to thrust wildly into you. the cameraman is getting it from all angles—the fuck shot, your face as eddie pounds into you, a pan-out shot of him thrusting into you, the works. he fucks you until you’re stupid, making remarks on how your virgin pussy is holding all of him so well. you’re squirting around him at one point when you cum, but he still fucks you hard, wanting to make an even bigger mess than that one.

“we’re just getting started, baby,” he rasps, rolling you over so that you can slam yourself onto his cock. “ride me. i want to see myself inside of you as you bounce on my dick like a good fucking girl. want you to make one of my wildest fantasies come true. i wanna see those tits as you impale yourself on me, and watch my dick slide in & out of that tight pussy.”’

you do it, using overdone dirty talk & moans, as is the adult film custom. his hands are all over you, as well as his mouth as he sits up, and he’s saying some of the filthiest shit to you in return. his hair is wild, all over in his face and small parts of it still somewhat damp from when he ate you out before. your fingers toy with his pierced nipples, his moans vibrating on your breast as he sucks the nipple generously into his mouth. you’re riding him hard, the camera getting a good shot of his dripping dick every time you move your hips upward. your juices are running down his shaft and his balls, gathering at the base while you throw your head back with a filthy groan as he begins rubbing your clit. you make out again, this time messier than the session earlier, both of you moaning into the other’s mouth as you feel him throbbing against your cervix.

and when you’re cumming again, making a huge fucking mess all over his dick, balls, and the bed, he’s forcing you to your knees so that he can fuck your mouth. you’re drooling and gagging, covered in your own cum & spit as he pushes his cock down your throat over and over. when he gets close, he pulls out, jerking off with your panties over your face before covering you in hot, sticky ropes of his cum. it gets on your cheeks, in your mouth, in your hair, on your neck, everywhere. then he’s pulling you to your feet and throwing you onto the bed, licking his own cum off of your skin and kissing you while it’s still in his mouth.

after the shoot, it seems that perv eddie is still present. he sneaks your panties into his pocket, goes home, and jerks off into them that night. he hopes that he gets to do another film with you soon, and he resolves to ask if it can be even more hardcore. this one was tame, compared to most others he had done. he wonders what you would look like, handcuffed, chained, with nipple clamps on those pretty tits and a ball gag in your mouth. he thinks about seeing you at his complete mercy and the look on your face as he absolutely destroys your cunt from behind, holding you against his body so tightly that you would have no room to squirm. he thought of your tits covered in cum, and seeing it leak out of you before he ate you out. he thought of fucking you in the ass, hearing your pleasurable & painful cries as he did so. he thought of fucking your throat until it was bruised, seeing his cum in your mouth as he held it open. he thought of that fantastic body of yours, the sounds of your moans, the smell & taste of your cunt, how heavenly it felt to be buried balls-deep inside of you, and how your mouth felt enveloped around his dick.

all of that got him so worked up again that he turned on one of your other films, and shot another one off into your panties.

[tomanpeach]

a/n: 18+!!!!!! nsfw!!!!!!!! i haven’t posted in 45 years and this has been living in the drafts for just as long so i dusted her off and here she is Just Some Ran Smut™ mmmmmmm pls enjoy 🤩

content: it’s just filth!!!!!!! nipple play, unprotected sex, creampie, cockwarming (if i missed something lmk!!!) ran haitani x reader

— 11:36PM —

it’s raining outside, and for you and ran, rain always means movie nights. you let him choose the movie because his birthday is closer and that’s the silly little qualifier the two of you have chosen for tonight. the movie he picks out is full of explosions, gun fights, and car chases. he seems to be watching with some level of intrigue, so you try to power through even as boredom quickly creeps it’s way in.

the watching position for the evening has changed as the movie’s gone on. you’re both laying on the couch, ran holding you securely in his arms, bodies pressed closely together. throughout the movie, ran will occasionally adjust his position and his hands will end up on your chest. you both share a little laugh when it happens but it doesn’t bother you to have him cupping your tits while you watch the movie.

it’s not unusual for ran to absentmindedly play with them, too. he loves running a thumb over your nipple through your shirt until he feels it harden. he’ll pinch it and tug at it, just to have something to do with his hands. sometimes, though, he gets too carried away. sometimes his cold fingers will slide up under your shirt to roll your nipples between them. the way he toys with the sensitive buds feels like he’s trying to turn you on, but a glance at his face always shows he’s focused elsewhere.

for some reason, on this particular movie night, ran is being extra handsy. both his hands are under your shirt, alternating between squeezing your tits in his palms and pulling and pinching your stiff nipples. soon, your thighs are pressing together, the stimulation riling you up to the point of letting out a high whine.

ran pauses and looks down at you, asking with a chuckle, “what was that?”

“you’re doing too much,” you whimper, placing your hands over his own. he doesn’t let you remove them, though. “it feels good. stop so we can finish the movie.”

“why would i stop if it feels good?” you hear the smirk in his voice. he gives your breasts a rough squeeze.

“did this get you wet?” he asks, now fully aware of the way you’re squirming in his arms. “no fuckin’ way.”

one of his hands slips down into the front of your shorts, fingers spreading your pussy lips easily.

“holy shit!” he sounds delightfully surprised. “you naughty girl. i wasn’t even trying.”

you spread your legs a bit, eager for more now that his hand was in your pants. “i wish you’d be good and let us finish this movie,” he tsks, circling his finger lazily around your clit. “but how could we now? you’re so fuckin’ wet… bet you can’t wait to cum, huh?” you nod your head frantically. “poor baby,” you’re sure he’s wearing a devilish grin.

deft hands tug down your shorts in one motion. you feel him adjust behind you, tugging his sweatpants down below his heavy balls. “bet i’ll go in so easy,” his voice is right in your ear as he pulls you closer. “my good girl got so fuckin’ wet and ready for me, didn’t you?” “so ready,” you agree. “please put it in”

“baby,” you feel his forehead rest on your shoulder “don’t sound so fuckin’ desperate for my cock like that, i’ll cum too quick.” “don’t you like when i beg for it?” you retort. “wanna feel you inside me so bad and all that?”

“i’m too horny now,” he grits his teeth. “if you try n’ talk fuckin’ dirty to me, i’m done.” one hand lifts your thigh and you feel the gentle prod of his hardening cock against your dripping folds. with a low groan, he lifts his hips toward yours and sheathes himself inside you from behind.

the angle is euphoric. you’re being stretched open by his massive size just the way you love, and you feel him deeper than you’re used to. “fuck,” you huff. “fuck, you’re so big, baby.”

“what’d i just say?” ran scolds, thrusting up into you like it’s a punishment, pulling a loud whimper from your throat. “not a dirty fuckin’ word.”

as he begins snapping his hips rhythmically, the movie is drowned out by the wet sounds of your walls squelching around ran’s thick cock. “fuckin’ listen to that,” he growls, obviously turned on by the sound. “so wet for me. so goddamn tight, too. my perfect fuckin’ pussy.”

always one to tease, his hands find their way back under your top so he can continue working your nipples.

“who do these belong to, honey?” his voice is hot in your ear. “you, ran,” you squeak with zero hesitation.

“and whose pussy is this?”

“f-UCK,” you cry out when he pinches your clit softly between his fingers, rolling it from side to side. “it’s yours. your pussy. all yours.”

“you gettin’ close?” he’s panting already, proving he’s as turned on as he had claimed. “want you to cum on my cock, squeeze me so good i bust in that pretty little hole, okay?”

you aren’t able to respond because at that moment your orgasm rips through you. ran is still holding your leg up as it shakes and jerks, fingers pressing into the plush of your thigh hard enough to bruise. the pleasure courses through you, and you’re vaguely away of how your walls flutter around ran’s length.

“shit,��� he blurts through gritted teeth. “i’m cumming.” you feel him release deep inside you, painting your still trembling walls with his thick, white cum.

ran doesn’t pull out, just lets himself start to soften inside you. his hands soothe over your tits before resting on your hips.

“ran!” you cry, realizing his attention is somehow back on the movie.

“shh,” he adjusts slightly to keep himself buried inside you and kisses your temple. “should i rewind this a little?” you realize there’s no winning this against him. ran wanted to stay inside you longer and you loved giving him his way (and having him inside you).

you reach for one of his hands and lock your fingers with his, chuckling slightly, “sure, rewind it.”

[hederasgarden]

hi! I freaking love you stories so much! i was wondering if you had any more sneak peaks from the authority kink hangman story 👀 no pressure! i just have been obsessed with that idea since you first posted it.

- 👑 anon (if that’s not already taken?)

Hello 👑 anon, that emoji is yours!

I've been trying to decide if this should be a two parter or just one very long story. It's already at 2.1K and we're just getting to the smutty part…. let me know your thoughts.

Do you want part one now knowing you'll probably have to wait a few weeks for the second part or would you prefer to have it all at once in a month or so?

I've included a sneak peek below. It's long, but I know I've been teasing this for a while so you deserve it. 😉

Sexual content below, 18+ only.

Jake’s close enough to touch you, but refrains from it. He won’t until he has your permission and understanding. He smirks and tits his head. A direct approach might be quicker but he’s curious if you’ll figure it out on your own.

“I know your secret, sweetheart,” he whispers.

That gets you going. You don’t seem to know where to put your hands and he can see the pulse at your throat jump wildly. Nervous laughter comes next but Jake stays quiet, letting you squirm a little longer.

“My secret?” You question.

“It’s compatible with mine,” he hints.

You frown, forehead wrinkling. He recognizes the expression from countless morning briefings when you were contemplating a problem. You purse your lips and glance away from him. It’s cute watching your brain work in real-time to put the pieces together. A full minute passes before your eyes dart back to his face, surprised.

He nods encouragingly and then very hesitantly you say, “Is that so, sir?”

There’s a heavy emphasis on the last word.

“Smart girl,” he praises.

You grin and rock back on your heels. “Well, I did design the aircraft you’ve been flying the last four months,” you shoot back.

He can see the struggle it is for you not to smile. You’re proud of your work and should be but he can’t have you mouthing off already.

“Don’t get smart with me,” he warns, loving the way you immediately duck your head.

“Sorry, sir.”

You sound appropriately contrite and he smirks.

“Look at me.” Two fingers under your chin encourage you to meet his gaze. “I want you to be honest,” he begins, watching carefully for any sign you’re not on the same page as him. “Do you want to do this?”

“Do you mean…you mean sex, right?” You ask, looking a little unsure.

You’re so sweet that Jake almost slips character and gives you the soft smile you deserve. “Sex and more,” he confirms. “I can help you explore this new side of yourself.”

“Yeah. I want that,” you tell him shyly.

“That’s good to hear, but that’s not how you talk to me, and I think you know it.”

“I want you to teach me, sir,” you respond.

“Better,” he praises.

He slides a hand up your jaw to grasp the back of your neck and angle your face upward so he can crush his lips against yours. He closes the distance between your bodies, pressing you back into the wall with a groan. You make a desperate little sound that goes right to his dick and grasp his biceps tightly.