#easier on my undo button

[trashmouthjr]

random anatomy notes bc im still re-learning how to draw in between work and life

[cheezyhamster]

Sandspiel Basil

Chat I was bored

I made an attempt before this and accidentally unpaused...

[eraserbread]

satoru gets nanami drunk after an especially long mission, and leaves u to deal with his neediness :(( poor baby

nanami comes back home and you're laying on your side in bed, asleep, but jolted awake at the sound of the distant front door. the nightstand clock tells you it's a few minutes to midnight, and nanami always clocked out at 6.

typically.

he doesn't hesitate finding his way to you, understanding that if you're not waiting up for him, you'd be asleep. and, he was right. except, you're sitting up, blinking sleep away when he pushes open the door.

you can tell he's not all there - it takes him a second to catch his footing and notice you watching him.

"you weren't waitin' for me." he's slurring his words ever so slightly, letting them melt into each other. "what's wrong with you?"

"nothing." you whisper, giving him your sweetest, softest tone. "come on and come to bed, baby." you nod him forward, not like he could see you well with the lights on. you really didn't want to get out of bed - already wrapped nicely in your sleep clothes and content where you are.

seems kento has other ideas. he flicks on the light and leaves you to bear the harshness. you cover a palm over your eyes, hissing under your breath.

"really?" you whine, rubbing the assault from your droopy lids as he walks to the bed.

"somethin' wrong?"

you bite your lip, wanting to tell him to fuck off but extremely wary. you don't think he's been in such a state in... years, now that you're thinking about it.

"you weren't there... so i gotta- i have to take this off all myself."

you squint trying to make out what he's saying, but he's trying to toe off his shoes, stumbling in the process but catching himself pretty quickly. tomorrow, you'd scold him to hell for tracking them into your bedroom. tonight, you don't care. you just want him next to you.

but, it is annoying being woken up and forced to watch kento try and take off his shoes. "just take your shoes off and come to bed."

"did i tell you, that soup you made last night... fantastic." he mutters lazily, slipping into bed with his shoes still on. if he was sober, he'd see your eye twitch manically. he's so fucking stubborn.

but, he's being sweet ...kinda? right now, so you swallow that irritation and lean into him. like always, you start at the button at his neck, flicking it loose and moving down to his tie. it's been loosened already, making it easier to pull and slide off. under your busy fingers, nanami lays back on his propped arm, eyes shut.

so spoiled...

"shoes, ken." you so helpfully, sweetly remind him. to no fucking avail. instead, he leans into your exposed collarbone and starts kissing you. it's a specific kiss - a kiss that means 'this won't end anytime soon'

though you roll your eyes, you let him. your body is so fucking used to this, now, that all it takes is his shaky hand on your thigh to get you going.

and, you're going. you crane your neck for him, swallowing down want as his clumsy lips take to you like a cat drinking milk. he's stuck there -- fixated and happy lapping little love marks into your skin with a hand fiddling at the crotch of his work pants. he's restrained by a belt, two buttons, and a zipper, and his drunken state couldn't fathom undoing it all.

the first moan you give him has him pulling away, blinking up at you with reddened eyes.

so, he looks at you and asks - no, tells you. "help?"

and you fold.

his shoes still on and all, you climb over his lap, scooting down just enough to tug and pull at his belt. you're sitting just under his beaming erection, giving it a little push when you pull open his zipper. under you, he's covering his red face with his hand, moaning from your touch and presence alone. it's obscene - uncharacteristic. you love it.

"so pretty... pretty n soft... pretty, too. can't look at you or I'll wet my pants."

"you're crazy," you mumble, pulling his arm from his face and bringing it to yours to slip his finger between your lips. he gets the hint, taking control of his arm as he strokes over your chin, letting your fingers work your silk shirt away around your back.

he's dragging across the jagged edge of your teeth, pressing into your canines just to feel a bit of pain. if he opened his eyes, he'd short circuit, luckily he opens them as soon as you're dropping your shirt. then, you're showing all of you to all of him, and he can't do anything else but slap another hand over his eyes, whining dejectedly and blushed to the core.

"kento, look at me," you deadpan, tired enough to just roll over and sleep, but intrigued enough to keep pushing him.

"so hot."

you claw at his thick hand, nearly begging for his eyes to take you hostage. "hey."

"please... suck it..." he mutters, then stuffs his teeth with his fist, seething out sharp breaths as your fingertips find his skin just over his waistband. the request takes you back.

"you stopped when we got married... always wanted to ask you why but... please..."

you don't speak, you can feel more wet words on his tongue that you know he wants to say.

"please, baby girl... please, doll... the second I wake up 'm gonna buy you that silver necklace with my initial you've been wantin'... or I've been wantin' for you. just kiss 'm, please. so good..."

you have no idea what's he's going on about, but you like the sound of it. you like the sound of your nicknames twirling off his smooth, drunken tongue. so, you lean down to kiss them away, tasting the tang of drink on his supple skin.

he kisses you back just as eagerly, groping your chest in his hand as if it'd bring him down to earth again.

"i stopped because i don't think i'm very good at it." you laugh, taking it upon yourself to sit up and tug his briefs down past his hips. he's a mess - work clothes falling off the bone and you all over his face. he tastes like your chapstick now, and you catch little kitten licks poking from his lips just to study it.

"just kiss him like you're kissin' me."

then, you grab the base of his flushed cock, and he arches his back, a dramatic, uneasy 'ah-' coming from his throat. that really takes you aback - you've never heard such a noise come from your insanely composed spouse.

"don't... give it pronouns, weirdo."

"well, 's not a she."

and for the first time ever, you find yourself pressing your palm to his lips to shut him up. then, kissing over your knuckles, you watch his striking hazel eyes shiver and fall shut. you're so fucking in love it's crazy.

then you give him what he wants.

even though it feels unfamiliar, you drop your head, fist working his happy, dripping erection into oblivion as he whines and cries for you. it's when your lips kiss over the head, focusing your tongue in the slight dip, he cums. all over your face.

you're definitely taken aback, letting him have his moment, but you're so flushed and kinda agitated, yet always in love with him. he's a shaking, crying mess -- actually, crying tears. it's absurd. you'd remember this moment long after you've died.

even covered in cum, he still pulls you back, attacking your lips in a hot kiss you're not prepared for. seems like that release has him coming back to himself, because the grip he has on the back of your neck is not nice. you wouldn't be surprised, and you wouldn't mind, if you saw a bruise there in the morning.

when he comes to his senses, he pins you down face first into the mattress, kissing all over your neck and back as he fucks you lazily. he's so slow, it's serene. you can feel every dip of his cock, every vein as it drags against your sensitive, spasming walls. you both are so wet, begging for more, begging for each other.

it's how he makes you cum for him, with his sloppy, lazy ass thrusts and the wet kisses he leaves on your stained skin. there's cum drenched in these bedsheets, and if you weren't so fucked out and tired, you'd kick him out and call him inconsiderate.

tonight, you don't care. you fall asleep tucked under your man, barely able to breathe, let alone move. he'd suffocate you, at this rate.

but,

you don't care...

read part 2? <3

[lostalioth]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥

→ premise: if bucky was a pill then you were an addict and you wanna show him just addicted you are.

→ pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

→ warnings: smut | 18+, cock piercing [jacobs ladder piercing], cock worship, nicknames [sweets, little one], oral [m receiving], small face fucking

→ a/n: kinktober 07

Now to say you were obsessed would be an understatement, you were addicted, captivated by your boyfriend Bucky Barnes. He didn't really understand why, often telling you he didn't deserve all the affection and attention you gave him. Therefore you were determined to show him your level of devotion as well as show him just how infatuated you were with him.

“Just lay back baby and let me worship you” you started explaining to Bucky in a soft tone as an attempt to calm his nerves. Lightly you push at his chest so that he backs up, his calf’s hitting the edge of the couch causing him to tumble back. He feels his whole body fill with heat at the look on your face as he falls back onto the couch. Your pupils blown, eyes lidded and glazed over in sheer lust, tugging your lip between your teeth, almost stifling a small moan at the sight of him. He leans back putting his hands out on the plush cushions, on instinct his thighs widen in a man spread. The new position giving your eyes perfect access to rake over his body, taking in the hard lines of his muscles that peaked through his tight Henley. As you soak in his state, his body responds, hips bucking up as his cock grows hard, his jeans and boxers becoming uncomfortable.

His nerves set afire once again as you sensually and slowly sink to your knees in front of him, your hands landing on his knees and traveling up his thighs to run over his bulge. “Sweets you know you dont have to do this” his cheeks flush in embarrassment as your tongue darts out to swipe over your top lip, you were practically salivating. Now Bucky wasn't the type of man to say no to a blow job obviously but he didn't feel deserving of being ‘worshiped’ as you called it.

“James Buchanan Barnes, shut up and let me appreciate my sexy ass boyfriend and his pretty cock, please?” Your voice comes out sassy and authoritative until the last word practically morphs into a plea. Your fingers are already working at undoing his belt buckle and the button to his jeans. He was growing more and more desperate for your mouth the longer the teasing went on.

“Mhmm yeah can definitely do that for ya’ little one” he rambled out, frantically nodding as his breathing grew heavier. You smile up at him in gratitude, your hands pulling his leather belt out of the loops and peeling his jeans down his legs. He lifts his hips up to aid you, his bulge finally feeling relief from its confines when you strip him of his boxers right after. His cock bouncing free and lightly hitting his toned stomach, a sigh falls from his lips as you take in the sight of it, making his stomach tighten and flip. He wasn't used to being admired in this way, the feeling unfamiliar but not unpleasant. His tip reddened and begging for attention as it leaks precum, your mouth watering as your eyes catch when the light hits his frenum piercings. 8 of them in total, one for every inch line the underside of his shaft making up his jacobs ladder piercing. To make it easier on you, taking all of him during your first time together he had you count each piercing as you felt them push inside you.

While you're lost in that memory, your eyes are still appreciating and committing the sight of his cock to memory as if you haven't seen it a hundred times by now. Bucky lifts your chin up with his thumb and forefinger, hunching his body over to lean down and press his lips against yours in a sweet kiss. Prolonging the intimate moment with you on your knees, he cups your cheek, rubbing his thumb under your eye in a loving manner. You hum into the kiss, your body melting at his touch before you pull away, him returning to his previous position.

Your tongue pokes out of your mouth, dragging down his shaft hitting each piercing as it goes. He sucks in a breath, hands gripping onto the edge of the couch cushions to refrain from just jumping to the end with him fucking up into your hot mouth.

“Fuck sweets” he hissed out when you kiss and kitten lick at his balls before licking back up the side of his cock. You grip the base of him while licking at his tip causing his cock to twitch in your hand before you sink your mouth down on him. “Shit~ just like that little one, oh god” he groans out as his head falls back, eyes squeezed shut in bliss. Bucky knew there was no chance of him making it to heaven when he passed but he knew if he did there was no way it’d feel half as good as this.

He softly moans out when you hollow out your cheeks and suck, your tongue running on the underside of his tip. Bucky lifts up his shirt giving your hands better access to rub along and roam his body. Nails starching at his v-line as you sink your mouth further down on him, taking his cock to the base in your throat, counting each barbell in your head. bucky can feel his balls tighten as they sit full of cum, he was already getting close. “S’good sweets, fuck” he breathed out as he rests his hand on the back of your head. He felt heavy as he sat in your mouth, his piercings cold on your tongue.

“Mhm~ please little one, can i fuck your mouth?” He begs, normally he wouldn't ask but he didnt know how much longer you wanted to extend your worship of his cock but he didn't think he’d last much longer. You hum around him in response as a ‘yes’ bracing yourself by grabbing onto his thick thighs. “Thank you, thank you oh fuck” a long string of curses leave his lips as his hips gradually start bucking up, thrusting his cock into your mouth, your spit spilling out and pooling at the base of his cock as your jaw goes slack to accommodate him fucking your thorat.

“Worship me whenever you want little one, this cocks all yours anyway sweets.” He groaned out, his hips flattering in rhythm as the knot in his stomach was about to snap. It would take a while before Bucky felt deserving of your adoration and worship but if this was one of the ways you planned to show it, he could get used to it.

→ a/n: this wasnt proofread and it was rushed as always, its also being posted later than i wanted lmao kinktober is low-key starting to drain me but fuck it. It’s been giving me issues with this post showing up in tags too so im annoyed with it lol.

[heavensenteden]

✎ caught you! - part 2 | nsfw fic 🔞

☆彡

GUYS… as promised i have part two of sol x reader who loves teasing him eheheh.

(only took me a month.. 😔✊🏼 sorry guys)

anyways! i’ll be posting more consistently soon now that my midterms are finished up for now, for all you LaDS players… i’m cooking up something devious and nasty. <3

also as promised! people who requested tags are tagged below !! mwah!

i’ll let you guys read now, much love!!

link to ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/63640159?view_adult=true

word count: 4814

pls minors dni and dnr ⭐️

cw: blackmail, emotional manipulation, sub!sol, fingering, missionary, squirting

💚˖ ִֶָ 𓂃⭒

The night was still, the soft hum of the city outside barely breaking the silence as you sat on your bed, waiting. The lights in your apartment were dimmed low, just enough to set the mood.

You had left the window unlocked, just as you’d promised Sol earlier that day, carefully undoing the flimsy pink ribbon and setting it aside, knowing he wouldn’t need it. Ribbon tied or not, you decided to make his life easier by undoing it yourself, that way he would be able to crawl through your window at your command.

The thought of him coming to you, desperate to be near you again, made a shiver race down your spine. Goosebumps prickled along your skin as you sat on the edge of the bed, your eyes flicking to the digital clock. 12:03 a.m. Sol was three minutes late.

It didn’t matter. This time, everything would be on your terms, when you were conscious and not drugged asleep. He had made his mistake by avoiding you, not being upfront about his feelings. And now, you would make him pay for it. Punish him. But not in the way he was most likely expecting. No, this time, it would be different. This time, you wanted to leave him begging for more of you, for all of you.

A smile curled on your lips at the thought of completely ruining your sweet Solivan, your stalker– for the better part of four months. Your fingers traced lazily over the soft satin fabric of your pajamas, a simple combination of a button up shirt and shorts, as you glanced toward the window, hearing the shuffle of slow footsteps approaching. Your heart skipped a beat. It was him. Right?

You stood, nice and slowly, watching the window carefully. When the window slid open, Sol slipped into your room, smoothly from all the practice before, and his eyes locked onto yours instantly.

He stood there, frozen for a moment, his body stiff with eyes gazing across your body, up and down, he fidgeted with his hands, scratching the back of his neck. His breath was shallow, quick. He knew exactly what was waiting for him.

“You’re late,” you said softly, your voice carrying the weight of mock disappointment. You took a slow step forward, your feet making no sound against the hardwood as your hands moved to rest on his chest, your finger tracing along his shirt.

Sol swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing under your gaze. He glanced away, his eyes falling to the ground, unable to meet yours. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

“Shh…” You cut him off, your finger gently tracing his chin and lifting his face until his eyes met yours. The vulnerability in his gaze made you smile, a wicked smirk curling at the corners of your lips. “It’s okay, sweet boy. I’m not angry,” you cooed softly, your voice dripping with teasing affection.

You took a step back, settling back onto the edge of the bed, your arms crossing in front of you, observing the way Sol’s eyes followed your every movement like a predator tracking its prey. His body was tense, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides, fighting the overwhelming urge to reach for you.

“You’ve been naughty Sol,” you whispered, the words barely audible, but they lingered between you two. “Lurking in the back of our class, watching me carefully, but never being able to tell me how you really feel…” You trailed off, your voice a low hum, enjoying the sound of his shaky, uneven breaths.

Without waiting for him to respond, you lifted a finger, beckoning him forward. He moved immediately, shuffling toward the bed, towering over you.

“Sit,” you commanded, your voice unwavering, and Sol’s cheeks flushed a deep shade of red as he obediently lowered himself to his knees on the hard floor in front of you, prostrated with his hands on his knees, not questioning your command.

This was truly a sight to behold. Your little stalker, sitting so obediently on the floor, his eyes filled with need, ready to obey your every whim. You let out a soft breath of satisfaction.

“Such a good boy…” you purred, your hand reaching out to gently hold his chin, tilting his head side to side, examining him closely. Your eyes narrowed when you noticed a fresh bruise on the side of his face, the angry red mark contrasting very noticeably with his pale skin.

“What’s this?” you asked, your voice still sweet and soft.

Sol’s eyes flickered to the side, his breath hitching as he avoided meeting your gaze. You didn’t push him, letting the silence stretch for a moment as he collected his thoughts. You kept your hand gently on his chin, guiding his face back up to meet yours, your gaze softening when you saw the discomfort in his eyes.

“I… I got into a fight,” he admitted, his voice barely a whisper, tinged with frustration. “They just don’t stop, always picking on me.”

Your heart tightened at his words, protectiveness towards him overtaking you. You reached up, brushing your fingers softly across his cheek, your touch just barely touching his skin. .

“My sweet boy,” you murmured, your voice low and filled with care. “Getting into fights, huh? It’s okay.” You pulled him a little closer, your hand gently cradling his jaw, your thumb running over the bruise on his face. "I’m here for you."

His eyes softened at your words, a quiet relief in his expression as if he hadn’t realized how badly he needed to hear it. He shifted slightly, his breath evening out as he allowed himself to sink into the comfort of your touch.

Without thinking, you leaned forward and kissed the bruise softly, your lips pressing gently against the tender skin.

Sol’s body tensed slightly at first, but when he realized what you were doing, he relaxed into your touch, a soft whimper leaving his mouth. You pulled back slowly, your eyes meeting his,

“Does it hurt?” you asked softly, your voice barely a whisper.

“A little,” he admitted, his voice raw and vulnerable.

You smiled, your hand gently caressing his cheek again. “I’ll take care of you,” you promised, your voice sweet and soothing.

You took your time with Sol, watching him squirm under your gaze, watching his fingers flex into the fabric of his jeans as he oh so badly wanted to touch you, to finally claim some part of you as his, but he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to just yet. His hands twitched again, and you could almost see the struggle inside him as he fought against the urge to just take you.

You smiled sweetly, almost mockingly. “You’ve been so patient, haven’t you, Sol?” Your voice was low, almost teasing, but firm, with some authority behind your words. “Waiting for your moment, letting me take control earlier today just so you could feel me touch you. But you’ve been sneaking around, haven’t you?”

Sol’s breath hitched, his breaths coming out more shaky as he finally looked up at you, a mix of guilt and longing in his eyes. His lips parted, but no words came out, he was frozen, completely paralyzed by your presence, by the way you were watching him like he was the only thing that mattered.

“I noticed, you know,” you whispered, “How you’ve been slipping things into my food and drinks, trying to make me… yours. You thought I wouldn’t notice? That I wouldn’t catch you?”

His face flushed a deep crimson, his eyes dropping to the floor in shame, but his hands, those pathetic, trembling hands, reached out ever so slightly, like a desperate plea for permission or maybe a beg for forgiveness.

“Don’t be shy now,” you said with a laugh, voice dripping with mock affection as you pulled him by his shirt collar, bringing him closer to your face. “You’ve been sneaking into my apartment, haven’t you? Sneaking in through the window like a little fox…” You leaned in, letting your breath brush against his ear as you whispered, “I’ve heard you, Sol. I’ve heard you whispering to me at night, your voice so sweet, so desperate, telling me things you’d never say to my face. Pumpkin… what a cute nickname you chose.”

His body trembled, a soft whimper escaping his lips, but still, he didn’t move. He was so pathetically frozen in place, listening to you expose all his dirty little secrets… the drugs, the sneaking in… the way he’d slip in your bed and masturbate to your sleeping body. He swallowed hard.

“It’s a good thing I’m so merciful isn’t it?”

You laughed, pulling back and shaking your head. “My my Sol, for such a quiet little mouse you sure are interesting…”

You took his trembling hands in yours, giving them a soft squeeze as you guided them toward your legs. His fingers brushed the smooth warmth of your skin, and you let him feel the heat, knowing how badly he wanted this.

"Go on," you murmured, your voice silky and soothing, "Touch me, Sol. You've been dreaming of this, haven’t you? Let me show you how merciful I can be, if you prove to me just how much you want me. Maybe… just maybe, I won’t report any of this. Maybe..."

You let the words hang in the air, leaning in close enough to let your lips graze against his ear as you whispered with a teasing, seductive tone, "Maybe I’ll even agree to be your little girlfriend. How does that sound?"

Sol’s entire body shuddered at your words, his hands trembling slightly as they moved slowly up your legs, his touch gentle, as if you were porcelain beneath his touch. You could practically feel his pulse racing under your fingertips. He nodded quickly, his eyes wide with hunger, pleading with you without saying a word. His need was written all over his face.

You smiled, guiding his hands firmly against your thighs, urging him to feel you, to explore your skin. His rough hands traced every inch, and you let him, savoring the sweet desperation in his movements. "You’ve been so good for me, my sweet Sol," you whispered, a slow smile spreading across your lips as you tilted your head, watching him squirm under your control. "Let me show you what happens when you finally listen."

His breath hitched as your hands guided his hands up higher, your fingers wrapping around his trembling wrists and pushing them gently under the hem of your shorts. You spread your legs just a little more, your voice soft but still with that undertone of dominance. "There, baby. Feel how much I want you… feel how wet you’ve made me."

Sol’s eyes grew wide, his face turning a deep shade of red. He was in disbelief, completely overwhelmed by the fact that this was happening, that he was finally here with you, in your bedroom too. He knew he didn’t deserve this, not after everything he’d done to you in secrecy, yet there he was, touching you, feeling you in ways he’d only dreamed of.

You looked at him, your gaze trailing over him, as you traced your fingers lightly over his wrist, keeping him in place. “Tell me, Sol,” you purred, your voice dropping low with a hint of control, "What would you do if I let you have me? What would you do if I told you, you could touch me however you wanted?”

He swallowed hard, the sound of it echoing in the room as his lips parted. His mouth was dry, his body trembling with anticipation. “I-I…” Sol started, his voice cracking, his hands were shaking as they pressed into your thighs, desperate for contact. “I’d treat you like a goddess, you’re everything to me… my pumpkin, please, please let me make you feel good... nobody could make you feel as good as I could, I swear!”

His words spilled out in a desperate stream, his voice breaking at the edges as if every syllable was an admission of just how badly he wanted you. He leaned further onto your legs, eyes shining with a mix of worship and pure need, each shaky breath just confirming to you that he needed you so badly, he was yours.

You looked down at him, a smug smile playing on your lips, savoring the sound of his whiny pleas. The way his hands flexed against your thighs, barely able to keep himself in check, only made you smile wider. You could practically feel how much he was trembling under your gaze.

“Your goddess, huh?” you purred, your voice laced with teasing satisfaction. “Then prove it, Solivan. Show me why I should be yours and no one else.”

You didn’t need to say much more. His eyes fluttered with a quick flash of excitement, and without hesitation, you spread your legs fully. Your shorts, a simple barrier, were thrown somewhere in your bedroom as you casually shrugged them off and tossed them. You gestured for him to come closer, your expression remaining sweet, almost mocking.

Sol’s breath hitched at the sight of you, and you could see the way his eyes glazed over, entirely captivated by you. His hands shook as they reached up to help you, trembling like he couldn’t believe you were giving him this chance, this opportunity to serve you. He swallowed again, this time his throat dry with nervousness, with longing, to make you feel good.

As his face hovered near your thighs, his breath fanning across your skin, you felt his pulse in his hands against your legs, a soft thumping. His lips parted as though he couldn’t decide whether to speak or just give in to the overwhelming urge to eat you up.

Finally, with a whimper, he murmured, his voice weak, “Please... let me make you feel good. I need to... I need to make you feel good, like you deserve. Please, just let me...” His voice was almost pleading, love sick almost, as he begged for permission.

You could feel the heat of his breath as his lips brushed your inner thigh. His lips dragging along your thighs, just barely touching the skin as he looked up at you for permission to move further.

“You’re so pathetic,” you whispered, watching him carefully.

He shivered.

“But I like it. I like the way you need me... how much you want to make me feel good. Do it, Solivan. Show me how far you’ll go to prove you’re mine.”

His eyes practically gleamed with devotion. Without another word, he lowered himself, breath still shaky, as he kissed the soft skin of the inside of your thighs. The warmth of his lips made you shiver, his kisses slow, gentle, trailing up your inner thigh.

He then traced his lips lower, gently teasing, as if he wanted to savor every inch of you. He couldn’t contain the soft whimper that escaped him as he nudged your legs apart even further.

His voice, barely above a whisper, came out in a desperate plea, “Please... I want to taste you. Let me. Please.”

You nodded, giving him the go ahead to take your soaked underwear off.

His hands moved up your legs, tracing the soft skin, and tugging your underwear off, setting them to the side. You shivered when the cool air blew between your legs. Sol’s lips were so close, his breath fanning against your sensitive skin. You could feel him hesitating, like he was nervous, awaiting more approval.

“Stop staring and just do it, Sol,” you spoke breathlessly, your voice a mix of impatience and amusement. “You wanted to make me feel good, right? Show me baby.”

He leaned in, his lips finally brushing against your pussy, and you couldn’t stop the sharp breath that left your mouth. The first few touches were gentle, trailing along your skin like he was testing the waters. But when you finally made a small noise– a soft moan, he didn’t hold back anymore.

His tongue swirled around your clit, sucking it softly, and you shuddered at the way he touched you, a long drawn out moan leaving your mouth once more. His lips moving eagerly, licking, kissing, exploring.

Every little sound he made was muffled against your pussy, but you could tell how much he wanted it, how much he needed to do this. His hands gripped your thighs tighter, painted fingernails digging shallow crescents into your skin as he pulled you closer, like he was trying to bury himself in you.

“Fuck,” you whispered, tilting your head back as he continued. You couldn’t help the way your body reacted to him, the way his touch made you burn with pleasure. Every flick of his tongue had you gasping, your hands reaching for his dark hair, gripping it carefully as if you needed something to hold onto, bucking your hips up at the same time.

“Please, Sol,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, a soft plea that made him go even deeper, his movements quickening as he continued to eat you out, your juices mixing with his spit. It was messy, filthy even, but it felt so good as his tongue licked up and down.

Sol’s hand lifted up towards your pussy, and very carefully, he slipped a single finger in, easily. He thrusted it in experimentally, watching as you trembled under him, and very quickly added a second one, finger fucking you while eating you out at the same time.

His mouth was still on you, kissing and licking with such desperation, like he couldn’t get enough. You couldn’t help but squirm beneath him, your fingers running through his hair as your body twitched and spasmed, like it had a mind of its own from the pleasure.

“Sol... oh my god,” you whispered, barely able to get the words out between your gasps. His fingers were moving in perfect tempo with his tongue, hitting all the right spots while his tongue teased you, driving you crazy.

He didn’t slow down, if anything, he seemed to pick up the pace, his fingers thrusting deeper, his tongue flattening against your pussy as he licked upwards slowly. You could feel it building inside you, the pressure, the heat, the way your body was begging for release. You didn’t even know if you could hold it in much longer.

“Sol, I’m.. I’m gonna…” you gasped out, your voice almost pleading as you warned him, but he was relentless, continuing his movements.

Then, it hit you, a wave of pleasure so intense you thought you might drown in it. Your body went stiff, your hips bucking upwards into his face uncontrollably as you let out a breathless moan, feeling the high surge through you.

You couldn’t stop it, couldn’t stop the way your body just gave in completely, every part of you shuddering from the intensity, liquid splashing from between your legs onto Sol’s face.

Sol didn’t pull away, though. He just kept going, his fingers and lips moving, sucking on your clit hard, making sure you felt everything, pushing you even higher as you rode the wave of pleasure. You couldn’t think, couldn’t focus, only on him and the way he was making you feel like you were everything to him.

When you finally came down from the high, you were breathless, your chest heaving, but there was that look in his eyes again. That hungry, satisfied look that told you he wasn’t done, not by a long shot. And that look only fueled your own desire to keep going.

“Such… such a good boy for me, Sol…” You breathed out, stroking his face gently as you sat up, kissing his forehead.

Sol’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment, but you could feel the tension in his body, the way his chest rose and fell with each shaky breath. It wasn’t just the fact he ate you out and saw you cum, it was… something else.

You glanced down and noticed the hard bulge straining in his pants, a little smirk pulled at your lips, and you couldn’t resist.

“Aww, my poor baby,” you cooed, your fingers tracing over his chest as you leaned in close, your lips brushing his ear. “Want me to help with that?”

Sol’s hands tightened on your thighs, and his breath hitched. His jaw clenched, and you could see the way his eyes darted between you and his hard, clothed cock. “Please,” he murmured, almost embarrassed but so clearly needing it. “Please, I need you.”

With a playful chuckle, you leaned back, giving him a teasing smile. “Good boy,” you whispered, “Let’s take care of that.”

Sol finally pulled himself up from the floor, his knees sore from kneeling on the hardwood for so long, but honestly, his mind was too clouded with desire to care. He was so close, so close to being with you in the way he’d dreamed about. The pain in his knees? Barely a thought. He’d ignore it. For now.

He loomed over you, standing on the edge of the bed, and gave you a look that sent a thrill straight through you. You noticed that wild, hungry glint in his eyes as he motioned for you to move up further, his hand reaching out to guide you with that same possessive touch.

You obeyed without hesitation, scooting back until you were comfortable against your pillows. Sol crept closer, his body now blocking out the light above, using his hands to push your legs apart, his fingers warm and firm against your skin.

"My pumpkin… so fucking beautiful," he whispered, and the words made your stomach flutter.

He kissed your skin gently at first, his lips trailing along your throat and jawline, all while his cock strained painfully against his jeans. The way he moved ever so slowly, made every inch of him feel impossibly more enticing.

His hands shook a little as he undid the zipper on his jeans, sliding them and his boxers down in one fluid motion, his eyes locked on yours the entire time.

He was there, right over you, his body pressing into yours, and that feeling of his weight made your heart race. You reached up, letting your fingers trail across his chest and through his messy hair, feeling how warm he was, how every muscle flexed with each subtle move.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” you teased, your voice soft.

His expression shifted, impatience flashing in his eyes. "I've wanted this for so long, pumpkin... I'm always ready for you," he breathed, his voice thick and raw.

Without another word, Sol lowered himself, and his lips found yours in a kiss that felt entirely different from the others. This one was slow, intense, filled with an aching kind of care.

His hands cradled your face gently as he pulled away for a moment, eyes locked with yours as he scanned your face, as if trying to read every little reaction you had.

“I need you,” he whispered, voice heavy with desperation, his hands moving back down to his cock to line himself up with you.

A soft kiss to your temple, and then he pushed into you, his groan escaping as your body clenched around him. You gasped, a rush of heat flooding through you as tears threatened to spill, your eyes wide.

Was he always this big? You couldn’t remember it feeling like this when you had him in your mouth earlier, but damn, the feeling was almost overwhelming now.

Sol’s thumb wiped a stray tear from your cheek as he let you adjust, then, slowly, he began to move, each thrust deliberate and slow, savoring every little noise you made in response.

His hands gripped the sheets beside you, his body pressing down on yours as you felt every inch of him, every movement against you, each one almost too much to bear.

But Sol couldn’t stay slow for long, he grew impatient from months of yearning. His hands moved to your hips, urging you to meet his thrusts, and that’s when everything blurred.

The sound of skin against skin, the feeling of him deep inside, all mixed together as you found your rhythm, moving in sync. His name slipped from your lips, breathless, desperate, and it was all the encouragement he needed to push harder.

“S-Sol!” You cried out, feeling your body tremble beneath him, arms wrapping around his back to hold on as his hips stuttered, thrusts growing erratic.

He leaned down to kiss you again, his tongue swirling with yours as he moaned into your mouth, and you could feel the urgency in every movement.

He pulled away just enough to warn you, his voice strained.

“Pumpkin… I’m so close…”

Sol’s hips never slowed, his cock continuing to slide in and out of you, the wet sounds of your body meeting his echoing in your ears. You grinned up at him, loving the way he was unraveling, desperate for you, for the release you both craved.

“Beg me,” you whispered, your tone teasing, but there was an edge to it.

Sol froze, eyes wide as he stuttered, unsure if he heard you right.

“W-What?”

You smirked, your legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him even closer as you whispered again, your voice low and demanding.

“You wanna cum inside, right?”

He nodded eagerly, swallowing hard, searching your eyes for permission. You could see the hesitation mixed with need.

“Then beg me to, and I’ll let you.”

The words barely left your mouth before Sol’s face buried into your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he whimpered, pleading in a voice that made your heart race.

“Please… pumpkin, please… let me cum inside. I’ll make you mine, and I’ll be yours… please… I’ve been so good for you... please, I’m so close…”

His voice broke, breath ragged, and the desperation in his words made you ache with how much he wanted you, needed you.

“Good boy…” you breathed out, your voice full of praise as you pushed him further. “Come for me, then…”

That was all it took. Sol’s pace picked up, harder, deeper, his body jerking with each thrust as he buried himself as deep as he could go. A high-pitched moan escaped him, his body stiffening as he came inside you, his hips stuttering as warmth filled you.

You wrapped your legs tighter around him, pulling him closer, your body trembling as your own orgasm washed over you in waves. The two of you, moving together, feeling the bliss of your mutual release, your head spinning with the haze of the moment.

As Sol’s body collapsed on top of you, both of you still panting heavily, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. The way he was still twitching inside you, every breath shaky as if he couldn’t quite believe what just happened made your heart thump.

You lightly traced your fingers along his back, your touch soft and teasing. “You look so satisfied,” you murmured, your voice sweet and innocent, but you knew this wasn’t over. Not yet.

Sol groaned softly, his forehead pressed against yours, but you could see the edge of that hunger still lingering in his eyes, even if he was trying to catch his breath. “I... I’m not done with you yet, pumpkin,” he muttered, his voice hoarse, full of that same desperate need.

“Oh, really?” you said, raising an eyebrow and pretending to act innocent, even as your heart pounded with anticipation for what was to come next. “You sure? You seem pretty spent to me.”

You could see him struggle to find his words, his hands tightening on your waist as if he was trying to hold himself back. “I—I’ll never be done with you. Not when you’re like this.”

You giggled softly, teasing him one last time before you moved just enough to make him shiver, your breath light against his ear. “Mmm, you’re adorable. But don’t get too ahead of yourself. You’ve earned a little break.”

With that, you pulled away slightly, just enough to let him catch his breath before you leaned in again, your lips brushing against his, as you kissed him so sweetly. “But don’t think I’m going to let you off that easily,” you whispered with a grin, knowing full well it was far from over.

Sol’s eyes flashed, a grin tugging at his lips as he pulled you closer again, remembering your words from earlier. “Does this mean you’ll be my girlfriend?”

You only giggled in response, settling into his arms.

“I’ll think about it during our next round, kay?”

Sol buried himself back into your neck, inhaling your sweet scent, deeply and slowly. He nodded in response, and whispered in your ear.

“I love you… my pumpkin.”

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[wendichester]

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ best friend's brother²,

summary. sam's crushing hard on dean's best friend aka you

pairing. sam winchester x reader ft. dean winchester

wordcount. 688

notes. easily one of my favorite drabble series of all time! to my girlies that asked for a part 2 on this: i love you 🩷 and a big ass ps. i think I'm writing 2 more parts lmao

⋆.˚ ★— read part 1

Sam Winchester has a bigger problem.

Because now, you know.

And instead of laughing it off and letting it go, instead of making this easier for him to shove down and ignore, you’re playing with it. Testing the waters, pushing his buttons, tilting your head in that way that makes his brain short-circuit.

Dean, of course, is not amused.

“Oh, come on,” you say, leaning against the library table like you have all the time in the world. “It’s just a little crush. No big deal.”

Dean scoffs. “No big deal? No big deal?” He points at Sam like he’s caught him committing some kind of crime. “It’s a huge deal.”

Sam exhales sharply. “It doesn’t matter,” he says, as evenly as possible. “We work together. We hunt together. We don’t need to—”

You arch a brow. “Explore it?”

Sam groans. You’re doing this on purpose.

Dean rubs a hand over his face. “Oh my God, I hate this.”

You just grin. “I don’t see the problem here.”

Dean gapes at you. “The problem? The problem? You, sweetheart, are my best friend. You know, the one who moves into my motel room every time we’re in the same town? The one who borrowed my flannel and never gave it back?”

You wave a dismissive hand. “That flannel looks better on me.”

“That’s not the point!” Dean groans, looking heavenward like he’s asking for patience. “You’re my best friend, and Sam’s my brother. Do you know how messy that is?”

You hum, pretending to think about it. “I mean… maybe. But not necessarily.”

Dean lets out a strangled sound. “Not necessarily?”

Sam sighs. “Dean—”

“No. No, no, no. You do not get to stand there and look all tall and broody like some damn romance novel hero.” He points a finger at you next. “And you do not get to encourage it.”

You smile sweetly. “Encourage what?”

Dean stares at you, incredulous. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the way you’re looking at him?”

Sam stiffens. Because, yeah. You are looking at him. Differently. Curiously. Like you’re actually considering this now.

And that? That is dangerous.

Dean sighs dramatically. “Look, I just—I know you. Both of you. You’ll think this is cute for two seconds, and then you’ll remember you’re both emotionally constipated and don’t do feelings well. And then it’ll be weird. And guess who gets stuck in the middle when it all falls apart?”

You roll your eyes. “Oh, please. You are so dramatic.”

Dean glares. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

You open your mouth, then hesitate.

And Sam? He tries really, really hard not to be offended by that.

You turn to him instead, a slow smirk creeping across your lips. “You know… I never really thought about it before.”

Oh, no.

Sam already knows this is going somewhere dangerous.

But he can’t look away, can’t move, can’t breathe as you lean just a little closer, tapping a manicured nail against your lower lip.

“Sammy is kinda cute,” you muse, tilting your head like you’re examining a puzzle. “Tall. Built. He’s got that whole soft-but-secretly-deadly thing going for him. It’s kinda hot.”

Dean makes a gagging noise. “Nope. Nope, I am shutting this down right now.”

Sam swallows hard. He should say something. Stop this. Keep it from spiraling.

But then you grin, all mischief and slow-burning heat, and it’s like every reasonable thought he’s ever had just evaporates.

“What do you think, Winchester?” you murmur, voice softer now, like it’s just the two of you in the room.

Sam’s pulse jumps. His mouth is dry. This is not what was supposed to happen.

But the way you’re looking at him? Like you want him to take the bait, like you’re waiting for him to cross that line?

It’s undoing him, piece by piece.

And suddenly, for the first time, he’s wondering what would happen if he just… let himself have this.

His voice comes out rough, unsteady. “Think I might be in trouble.”

Your smirk deepens, a little victorious.

“Yeah,” you say, eyes flicking down to his lips before meeting his gaze again. “I think you are.”

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[kittenlittle24]

Roommates

Warming: smut

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Every cell in your body was tired, your feet were killing you from being on heels for the last week, your patience was worn out after seven consecutive days with stuck-up people, your neck and back were cramped from the flight and all you wanted was to get home and curl up in bed.

Paying the cab driver, you noticed the orange bike parked outside the apartment building, meaning your boyfriend came home early from work.

Unlocking the door, you entered and put your suitcase aside. Greeted by your boyfriend sitting on the armchair reading a medical journal about cardiology.

“Oh goodie, you’re back, be a dear and put this on the door handle outside,” he asked, holding out his stethoscope.

Scrunching your eyebrows you chose not to question and just nod and follow his request. Then you sat down on the armrest, one arm rested his shoulder, and played with his hair while the other stroked his cheek down to play with his shirt collar.

“Missed me?” You asked as you opened the top button.

Looking down at your hand, then at your cleavage, and lastly your eyes, “Kinda busy.”

Stopping your actions and raising your eyebrows in surprise, “You’re declining sex?”

Pretending to think it over, he reached over to sneak his hand under your shirt and single-handedly unhooked your bra.

“If you put it that way,”

Laughing you took off your shirt and bra along with it before standing up, taking his hand in yours, and pulling him towards your bedroom.

You lay down on your bed, he immediately placed open-mouth kisses down your neck and then chest. “No need for these,” he said slowly. His voice was grave as he tugged on your pants and you nodded, quickly getting off him. He helped tug them down and your underwear came with it.

reaching a hand to his hair, deepening the kiss as you moved your position. Carefully straddling his lap, you subtly rocked yourself down against him. His hands immediately came to your hips, squeezing tightly. Stroking your hands down his neck, you began to undo the dress shirt he had on, one button at a time. You teased him when you got to the bottom of his shirt, having to pull it out from being tucked in, you lingered your fingertips around his waistline, tracing around the top of his belt slowly. You kept your kisses deep and sweet, taking in every second. Pressing your hands teasingly up his chest before cupping his checks. You looked at Greg and then to his lips. You moved closer and closer to him, eventually kissing him, keeping your lips hardly apart, “No foreplay, I need you.”

His hand was on your waist, pushing you down against his now hard cock.

He took a hold of his cock, before pushing it against your entrance. You moaned, looking into his blue eyes. You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him, sinking lower and lower on his length.

He moaned into the kiss. His tongue entered your mouth, exploring it. You circled your hips against his. You pulled away, closing your eyes as you picked up speed. Lips attached to your neck, sucking on your sweet spot.

Low grunts came from him. You ran your hand through his head, pushing him closer. You bounced on his cock, moans and whimpers left your lips and it sounded like heaven to him. Seeing you riding his cock, making all those pretty sounds for him, he could come right then.

Moving you to lay on your back, You reached your arms around him, feeling his broad shoulder blades. Spreading your legs slightly, you felt his hips touch yours, you let go of him for a moment to align with you before he returned on top of you and you wrapped your legs around him. You dropped your jaw feeling every inch of him sink in while he kissed up your neck roughly, impatient already, one hand tangling in your hair messily, as the other felt its way down to the back of your thigh adjusting your position a little to make it easier. 

“Greg,” your voice was shaky as you buried your face in the crook of his neck.

Digging your nails into his shoulder and bicep, you moaned in bliss kissing his neck. Gently starting to move his hips, you relaxed at the suddenly beautiful feeling rushing through your body. He was busy kissing your jawline as his pace became rougher. 

He continued his rough pace, you gasped, arching your back and rolling your shoulders back feeling his fingertips press deep into your back as he held you there for a moment. You pushed your chest up against him and couldn’t help wanting to touch every inch of him. Scratching your nails down his back as he buried his face against your neck.

Teeth gripping against your tender skin, you cum seconds before he does. He rested his forehead on yours, your sweat mingling as you both catch your breath. He waited a few minutes before he pulled out of you, kissed your temple, and went to the bathroom to bring a damp cloth to clean you both.

It was your stomach growling that pulled you out of your nap. You grabbed the first shirt you could find, which happened to be one of Greg’s graphic tees and a pair of panties before making your way to the kitchen.

“Greg? You want to go grab some-“You paused upon seeing a brown-haired man in a suit washing dishes.

Staring at each other in surprise you missed House coming up behind you.

“Wilson, meet y/n.” He introduced.

Reaching to shake his hand, “I assume Greg didn’t mention me, I’m his girlfriend. Now if you excuse me, I’m going to put on some pants.” You say awkwardly and rush back to the bedroom.

Wilson quickly pulled him to the kitchen and whispered shouted at House, “How long have you been with her?”

“Met her when Stacy and I were in Baltimore.” House shared.

"So you moved your hooker into the apartment just to make me miserable? I can find my own place if you’d stop deleting my messages."

"She's not a hooker." He admitted quietly looking anywhere but at his friend.

“She’s the reason you sent Stacy away,” Wilson concluded.

House sighed and nodded, he was saved from the conversation when you came back to the kitchen, “Anyone hungry?

Smiling wildly at you, “I’ll cook.” Wilson volunteered.

“You’re our guest, you shouldn’t cook for-“

Greg interrupted you, “Y/n, he offered, don’t insult him. Let the man cook.”

Both Wilson and you rolled your eyes.

“You can help by keeping me company and telling me about yourself,“ Wilson suggested.

Grinning you agreed.

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

thinkin about polite gaz being... not so polite when he realizes you're attracted to him. 

not like you let it slip on purpose. he only catches on because he's teasing you and flirting with you and he gets playfully physical and pins you against a wall. he does not miss the way your breath catches in your throat or the way you flush. bit submissive, aren't you?

his attitude changes instantly. he bets you he could keep you pinned right there. hell, he bets he could pick you up, toss you over his shoulder if he wanted to. when you ask him (a bit too breathlessly) if he'd really do that, he smirks at you and says there are plenty of reasons he might have to pick you up. makes it easier to show you who's boss, yeah?

your face gets so hot you think you might actually pass out. you fucking bottom.

he leans in, getting closer this time so you can't shy away; you have no choice but to hear him clearly. "you think you could handle being thrown around?"

if it killed you, you would die happy.

"how about i just throw you into bed instead?"

please, you squeak out.

his eyes gleam and he chuckles. "say please again and it'll be the floor."

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he's not kidding about being able to pick you up either. or throw you. the moment he has a chance, he's definitely getting you into bed. and he's definitely enjoying how you squirm.

can i ask a favor of you? he asks, so politely, like he's not literally on top of you, pinning you down.

literally anything. you would do literally anything he asks.

"say please again. for me."

you stutter.

"you asked quite nicely for me to throw you. so if i ask, would you beg nicely for me to do other things?"

oh god. oh god. you're glad you're laying down, because you're sure your knees would give out if you were standing up.

when your brain reboots, you stumble over yourself to say yes, absolutely, please kiss me, please tear my clothes off, please hold me down and have your way with me--

god, he really likes that look on your face. he is really going to enjoy you. 

"you really are an excitable little thing, aren't you?" he says, smirk widening as his hand traces along your hip.

is that bad? you ask him.

"it's really hot. almost makes me feel bad for everything i want to do to you."

no, please, don't feel bad, you tell him. you immediately shift, trying to press yourself up against his body. you want him to use you for everything he wants. everything.

"so eager. can't wait, can you?"

no, you can't. you'll die if you have to wait. you try and fail to reign yourself in and be so fucking needy. you fumble with the buttons on your shirt, undoing them one by one, impatient and frustrated. he just smirks at you, letting you get yourself all worked up. just leans back and watches you, enjoying the sight.

when your mind catches up with what your hands are doing, you stall out on the last button. then, finally, he gives in and reaches forward to unhook it himself. then he yanks the whole shirt out of the way.

"good girl. god, you're cute when you're so red like that. you're really into this, aren't you?" his voice is sultry as his caress moves down to the button on your jeans. really just takes his damn time, enjoying how the slower he goes, the more desperate for him you get. but the way your hips twitch when he lays his hands on them has him fighting demons.

"that's it. keep moving. keep squirming." his voice is low and slow--he's trying to keep himself under control as much as you are. he wants so badly to grab your hips and just fucking rail you into the mattress, but it's more rewarding to be patient. how's he going to hear more of those sounds, see more of your desperate ploys to get under him, if it's all over right away?

obviously you have no such reservation. the moment he has your jeans unbuttoned, you're wiggling out of them and flipping onto your stomach, pushing your ass up in the air and fucking presenting yourself to him. please, you beg him, losing your goddamn mind, you can't take it anymore. can't he just...?

gaz damn near short-circuits at the image of you with your ass in the air. he barely manages to stop himself and weigh whether he should deny you a little bit more to heighten the anticipation.

fuck it. he can torment you more after he's inside you. multitasking.

you squeak in delight when he plants his hands between your shoulder blades and pushes your top half into the mattress, dragging your hips up toward his. he pushes you down, fitting his body over yours and putting his mouth next to your ear. he whispers right in your ear. "say please again."

please, please, please, you'll do anything, you tell him, wiggling your hips at him.

and he plans to take you up on that offer.

he leans in close, his breath warm on your skin. "good girl, he tells you. obedient girl."

you've never wanted to be under someone so badly.

your easy submission has him grinning. "are you a good girl all the time or just for me?"

for you, you mumble, hot with shame.

he pulls himself back even more and puts a knee on each side of you, pushing your legs apart. it gives you a shot of dopamine so intense you almost can't keep your ass up. 

"are you being good right now?"

you could be better for him, you tell him, so much better.

he likes the sound of that. it's getting hard to think, having your legs open and right there and he's trying to hold himself back but who wouldn't fall for the temptation he's experiencing right now? "how much better?"

you tell him you could please him more if you knew what he liked, if you could focus on him, if you didn't need more right now, if you didn't need him inside you so bad. your hips twitch again as you ramble, almost mindless.

"i like it when you speak so earnestly," he tells you.

that approval sends another shot of dopamine through you, and your hips buck against nothing. he hasn't even touched you there and you feel like you could finish any moment just from his voice. you're gonna die if you can't have him right now.

he's breathing heavier now, eyes fixed on your opening. his voice almost wavers, heavy with implication. "how bad do you need me, darling?" 

you start to dissolve into begging again--god dammit, he said he wanted you to beg and he's not even doing what you want, what you're begging for--and he interrupts. "you're going to ask properly first."

of course he's gonna make you fucking say it.

you beg and plead in every way you know how, promising every debased act you can think of. when his fingers finally press up against your heat--a teasingly light brush at first, and then a firm press--you dissolve into a mess of broken cries and pleas for him to keep going.

obviously he keeps talking to you in that low, sultry voice, telling you what an impatient little thing you are. chastising you. just another way to flex a little more power over you, and you're so weak for it. and then for that, he praises you.

"such a good girl," he tells you. "you want more?"

you open your mouth to say yes, you want everything, but then he presses his fingers in just the slightest bit, fingertips splitting you the slightest bit, and all you can do is keen. you rock your hips back into him desperately, sliding his fingers into you, and something in you snaps. you tip over the edge. oxytocin floods through you, your legs lock up, and shameless sounds fall from your lips. gaz's breath catches as you finish. then he grins.

gaz pulls you up to him fully and lies down above you. kisses you on the mouth and then trails his mouth down your jaw to your ear. "that was perfect," he says, breathless, and unashamedly horny about the fact that you just came on the second knuckles of two fingers.

you stare at him in muted shock yourself. you can't believe you just... you really just came like that? what's wrong with you?

"how about this," he says in a low, smooth voice. "since you were good, why don't you lay back down and let me fuck you properly?" he lifts your legs off the bed and raises your hips toward him. "let me do everything i want to you."

you swallow and nod, not trusting yourself to speak without squeaking.

"good girl." this time there's no hint of teasing. his eyes are hungry. "let your man take care of you."

...

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[heart-of-the-morningstar]

✨Feathers✨

Hey hey hey, I’m back! Took a tiny break but I had another idea for a spicy Luci scenario! But this one is super tender cuz Luci needs some TLC like nobody's business! 🥺

This turned out a little more dom!reader then initially planned but I'm happy about it

Big thank you to some of the anons I received for the ideas! I very much appreciate everyone who's given anything I've written their love!

Lucifer x f!sinner reader

Summary: Lucifer's wings are not in the greatest shape, you offer to help clean them...

Warnings: 18+, smut, handjob, oral (m & f receiving), p in v, cockwarming, dom!reader and sub!lucifer if you squint

It had been a pretty quiet day in house. Lucifer was off with his daughter Charlie for the day, they’ve had quite a bit of father/daughter bonding to catch up on. But this gave you the chance to work on something that you’ve been wanting to make for some time now. It was a secret project, keeping things from Lucifer was harder than it seemed. But with the home to yourself, you were finally able to finish the gift you wanted to give him! Just as you were admiring your work, a portal opened up behind you; Lucifer was back! Quickly, you hid his gift under your pillow before he could see anything. Lucifer stepped through the portal and into your bedroom; you noticed his wings spread out behind him.

“Hi, honey,” you greeted as you walked over to him, planting a small peck on his forehead. He smiled, grabbing your hand and placing a kiss on it in return. “How was your day with Charlie?”

“It was really nice! We went for a little flight, as you can tell,” he laughed, gesturing to his wings. Lucifer’s wings always left you in awe, you couldn’t help but stare at them. But upon further inspection, you saw that they seemed a little worse for wear. You wondered when the last time they were properly taken care of, since you've never seen him actually do anything with them.

“Hey Luci, your wings are looking a little…” you hesitated, looking for the right word, “disheveled. Is everything alright?”

"Ahh," Lucifer sighed, "yeah, I uhh...I'll admit, I haven't paid them much attention. Not in a long while."

You knew that he had been by himself for a long time before you came along. He had mentioned his battles with self isolation and depression that he had fought against for years, but he was never too keen on going into more detail than necessary. Looking back, it would make sense as to why his wings are in the state that they are. It saddened you, you wished you could have been there for him. It was time to make up for that.

"How about this," you proposed, "why don't I run us a bath and I'll help you clean them up. How does that sound?"

"O-Oh, are you sure?," he questioned, failing to hide the fact that his cheeks were now flushed. "They're kind of a pain, I don't want you to-" you cut off his protests with a peck. You felt his lips curl into a smile.

"Nothing's a pain when it comes to you, Lucifer," you assured. "Go get ready and I'll see you in a few minutes, alright? Tonight, let me take care of you."

"Of course," he grinned, "thank you, my angel."

*** Lucifer saw you smile and make your way to the bathroom that was connected to your bedroom. As soon as the door closed, he let out a long sigh. It really had been years since he’s taken care of his wings. It was a lot easier when there was someone there to help. When Lilith left, it became a much more daunting task. He began to undo his button up shirt, tossing it onto the bed and moved on to undoing his belt. But suddenly, he stopped once the buckle had been unhooked. Shit, he thought to himself, realizing he’d forgotten how sensitive his wings were, my wings being touched are drive me insane! I don’t think I’ll be able to keep it together, especially not after years of just letting them go! He sucked in a few deep breaths and continued removing the belt from his pants. It’s fine, it’s fine…as long as I don’t make a noise or turn around. Just focus, Lucifer. For Satan’s sake, you’re the king of Hell!

Lucifer undid his zipper, letting his pants and boxers drop to the floor and kicking them off to the side. Unfortunately, he could already feel the blood rushing between his legs in anticipation. No, no, no!, he scolded himself, we’re not doing this. We’re getting our wings washed and we’re going to bed! I’m not letting this turn into anything other than a nice bath! She CANNOT think I’m just some touch starved pervert! I’m not! He inhaled deeply and ran his fingers through his hair, trying his best to calm down. After a minute, he made his way to the bathroom, placing his hand on the knob.

“I’m so fucked,” he whispered to himself before slowly opening the door.

*** It was fortunate that Lucifer had such a spacious home, that meant a more spacious bathroom as well. His bathtub could easily fit four people comfortably, but this at least gave you room to be able to work with his wings. You turned the water on to a nice warm temperature, making sure it wasn't too hot. You undressed as the bathtub began to fill, grabbing a soft washcloth from the closet and bubble bath soap after discarding your clothes. Once the tub was half full, you poured the soap in, letting it mix with the running water. The bubbles appeared fast, you couldn't see that water anymore after a few seconds. Finally, you brought the flow to a stop and dipped your toes in to test that waters. Perfect. You stepped in and slowly began to sink down into the warm liquid that heated your core. Lucky for you, his tub had seats along the sides so you could sit comfortably instead of sinking to the bottom! As soon as you were submerged just below your shoulders, you heard the bathroom door creaking behind you.

"Knock, knock!," Lucifer joked, hitting the already opened door with his knuckles. You chuckled as he closed the door behind him. Not that it was a new sight to you, but his naked figure never ceased to make you blush, as if he were perfectly sculpted. You shook your head, trying your best to focus on his face and not let your eyes wander anywhere else.

"Alright, let's see what we're working with," you stated, prompting Lucifer to conjure his wings once more. As you looked them over, you could tell it would take a little bit of time to clean them properly, but you were more than willing to help. You shifted over to the edge of the tub and offered Lucifer your hand. Smiling, he took hold as you guided him into the water with you. He sat down next you, turning his back so you could start working on his neglected feathers.

"Thank you for this," he spoke softly as you took the washcloth and began to work on his first set of wings. "I really don't deserve it, or you..."

"Luci, don't say that," you cut in, "I love you, and I want to help you. I'll always be here, I promise."

You heard him hum in response. He had a lot more feathers than you originally thought. You wanted to take your time, combing through every feather from his first set as they were the largest. You moved your attention down to his second set of wings after a few minutes. You were both quiet for a while as you continued your ministrations, running the washcloth thoroughly through each of his feathers, ridding them of any dirt. However, the sound of Lucifer's breathing becoming heavier with each passing minute did not go unnoticed by you. Wings were very sensitive areas after all. A tiny smile crept on your face. You had finally moved on to his last set of wings. They would be the easiest to take care of since they were the smallest, but you wanted to test your suspicions before you finished.

"Almost done," you hummed, "you doing alright?"

"YEAH, yeah," Lucifer answered almost too loudly, "I-I'm fine."

"That's good," you responded, gripping his feathers with just a little bit more force than necessary. You heard a small whimper escape Lucifer's throat, his hand shooting out of the water to cover his mouth. Bingo. "You sure you're alright, hon?"

"M-Mhmm," Lucifer mumbled into his palm.

"All clean," you purred, causing Lucifer's wings to disappear in a flash.

Lucifer stood up a little too fast trying to exit the tub, his back still towards you. "Thank you love, I really really appreciate you doing that for me, but I'm kind of tired so I'm gonna-" You didn't let him finish his sentence, grabbing onto his hips and pulling him into your lap, causing a large splash. "D-Darling, what are you doing?"

"And where do you think you're going?" you questioned, letting your hands run down his hips and towards his thighs. You heard Lucifer's breath hitch as your hands roamed dangerously close to his hard on. "What's the matter, baby? Were you hoping I wouldn't notice that you were getting turned on by all my touching? How cute."

You let your hand wander until you finally gripped his hardened cock. Lucifer could only let out a strangled yelp. All too pleased, you began to stroke his cock at an agonizingly slow pace. Lucifer tried to buck up at your touch, but your other arm was wrapped around his abdomen, keeping him flush to your chest. He wasn’t going anywhere.

“Now why would you try to hide this from me, Luci?,” you teased him as you began peppering kisses along the back of his neck.

“Hhng…I-I’m sorry, love,” he swallowed, “it…shit…it’s embarrassing. I shouldn’t h-have had that reaction while you were…ffffuuucckk…” He completely trailed off, only being able to focus on your movements. You had only picked up your pace slightly since you started, you wanted to make this last as long as possible. But unfortunately, you could feel your own arousal start to pulse between your legs. Without warning, you let go off his cock, causing to Lucifer to whimper at the loss of your hand. You swiftly stood up and hooked your arm under his legs, carrying him bridal style out of the tub. He looked up at you with a mixture of shock and arousal. Once you were fully out of the tub, you placed him onto the white marble floor.

"Stay," you commanded. Lucifer held his arms down at his sides, completely immobile. You sauntered over to the rack and grabbed the two fresh towels hanging there. After opening the bathroom door, you dried off your soaking body as quickly as you could before making your way back over to Lucifer with the other towel in hand. You patted his hair down first, then moved to his face and shoulders, working it down to his chest and stomach. You avoided touching the area he needed you to touch the most and finally finished by drying off his legs. "Get ready," you told him as you stood up straight once more. Before he could respond, you scooped him up in your arms again with the towel placed underneath him. You couldn't help but smile down at him once you say how flushed his face had gotten. You effortlessly carried your lover into the bedroom and placed him down on the edge of the bed. You took the towel and placed it on the floor, giving your knees some much needed cushion from the hard wooden floor.

"Sweetheart, p-please," Lucifer said, finally finding his voice again, "you don't have to-" You gently wrapped your fingers around the base of his cock, cutting him off mid-sentence. He could only yelp in response.

"I told you that I would take care of you tonight, did I not?" you replied with a coy smile. "That's exactly what I intend to do."

You lowered your head and gently pressed your lips to the head of his cock which was already covered in precum. Your tongue circled the tip, causing Lucifer to grip the sheets beneath him, not being able to focus on anything else. You relaxed your jaw, forcing your mouth down onto his shaft as far as you could manage. You didn't want to choke, after all! You absolutely adored the sounds leaving Lucifer's lips, desperate moaning and incoherent babbling. You quickened your pace, your hot mouth leaving trails of saliva down your hand. You felt Lucifer's legs begin to shake.

"L-Love," he choked out, "if you don't stop, I'm g-gonna...FUCK!" You didn't stop bobbing your head up and down. If anything, it only made you work faster. You felt his hands reach out to your shoulders, seemingly trying to push you away, but he wasn't trying very hard if that was the case. You refused to budge. "OHFUCKME," was the last thing he could mutter before his orgasm hit him, spilling his hot seed into your mouth. It was salty, but not unpleasant. You kept your mouth firmly on his cock as he rode out his high. You felt him soften in your mouth and you finally removed yourself from him with a *pop*. You caught some of his cum on your finger that had leaked from your mouth, licking it clean. Lucifer caught you doing so and buried his face in his hands.

“You’re going to kill me one of these days, darling,” he mumbled.

You chuckled, pulling his hands away to see his bright yellow eyes staring back at you. “I don’t think I have that kind of power!"

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you before," Lucifer sighed, "my wings are very...sensitive to say the least. I completely forgot about it until it was too late. I thought I could tough it out, but umm, that's clearly not what ended up happening. I didn't want you to think I was some maniac who couldn't control himself..."

You brought your hand up to his cheek, caressing it softly with your thumb. He closed his eyes and leaned into your touch. " You don't have to apologize to me, Luci, it's alright," you comforted. "Besides, seeing you so worked up is extremely hot!"

"Pfft!" Lucifer laughed, picking up on your attempt to lighten the mood. "Well, I'm glad you think so! I was dying the entire time in there!"

You smiled at him and got up from your kneeled position." Do you feel better now? Got it all out of your system?”

"Not quite," he breathed.

As if to take revenge from your stunt from earlier, Lucifer grabbed you by the hips and pulled you on top of him. "HEY!," you protested, but it was already too late; your cunt that's been aching for attention was now perfectly hovered over Lucifer's maniacal grin. Without warning, he pulled your legs down towards him and began to lick up your folds vigorously. His tongue attacking your clit with every lap he took. Your arms gave out almost immediately, forcing you onto your elbows to keep yourself propped up while the dirtiest moans filled the room. "Fuck...Fuck Luci, you feel s-so good...SHIT!," you cried out. His forked tongue worked at your sensitive nub relentlessly, causing the pit in your stomach to tighten. You weren't going to last much longer at this rate, he was too good and he knew it. Every time he ate you out, he always acted like a starving man who would never taste you again. It only took a few more nibbles at your clit before your walls spasmed uncontrollably, cumming hard against his tongue. He hummed in approval as he helped you ride out your orgasm, swallowing every drop of you. You managed to crawl away from him and plopped chest down on your mattress.

"You're insatiable, aren't you, Lucifer?," you teased, still trying to catch your breath.

"And you're irresistible, aren't you, my angel?" Lucifer joked back. He sat up straight against the pillows next to where your head laid. You couldn't help but notice that he was rock hard again. It filled you with pride to know just how much tasting you on his lips could illicit such a response. A thought popped into your head at that moment, your lips forming into a devious smile. You weren't going to let him have the last word. He was done for.

You pushed yourself up from your prone position and straddled Lucifer's lap, leaning down and crashing your lips into his. He moaned into your kiss, licking across your bottom lip, almost like he was begging you for access. You opened your mouth wide and felt his tongue slip past your lips, deepening your kiss. To his dismay, you pulled away from him, panting and breathless. You lined up your entrance with his cock, sinking down onto him in one quick motion. Both of you moaned at the sensation, feeling his cock twitch inside of you. Lucifer eagerly started to buck his hips into you, but you had other plans. You let the rest of your upper body weight fall onto his hips, rendering him immobile.

"Wh-what are you doing?," Lucifer whined as he tried desperately to rut up into you to no avail. "Please...please, need to move...."

You adored him in this state, begging and pleading for you to let him chase his release. "Teaching you a lesson," you grinned, shifting your hips every so slightly and making him bury his head into the crook of your neck.

"PLEASE! Please, I'll do anything!" Lucifer begged, his breathing becoming more and more labored. "Whatever you want!"

"I want you to promise me something, Luci," you cooed, placing your hand under his chin and lifting his head to meet your gaze. "Promise me that you'll come to me if you need help from now on. And in return, I'll promise you that I'll always be there whenever you need me. Do we have a deal?"

Tears welled up in his eyes at your words and the lack of stimulation. He buried his head into your chest, wrapping his arms around you. "YesyesyesIpromiseIpromiseIwill," he sobbed. You smiled and kissed the top of his head, his blond hair brushing against your face.

"That's my good boy," you praised. You decided to end his torment by lifting your hips and slamming back down on his cock at a break neck pace. His wanton moans went straight to your core, you knew another orgasm was fast approaching. He bucked his hips up into you, his cock hitting your G spot just right with every thrust.

"So close...sososoclose," Lucifer whimpered in your ear.

"L-Let go, baby," you choked out in your cock drunken state, "c-cum in me, Luci, pleasepleasePLEASE!"

Lucifer leaned down and bit into your shoulder, muffling his cries as it only took him a few more thrusts before spilling his seed into you. His bite pushed you over the edge as well, pulsating around his leaking cock. You both took a minute to come down from your highs, neither of you wanting to pull apart. At last, you pulled yourself up and out of Lucifer's lap and completely collapsed next to him. You reached over the edge of the bed and picked up the towel from earlier, handing it to Lucifer so he could clean himself up. You were about to fall asleep when you remembered something important.

"OH!," you shouted, startling Lucifer a little bit. "I almost forgot! I made you something!" You reached under your pillow where you had hid his gift from earlier. You pulled out a small duckling keychain with the words "My Little Duckling" beneath it. You passed it to Lucifer who cupped it in his hands, staring at it like it was made of diamonds.

"You...you made this...for me?," he stammered, completely enamored with his present. He clenched his fist around it and held it up to his heart. "I...I love it so much, darling! This is the best gift I've ever received! I'll cherish this forever! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" He pulled you in for the tightest hug he's ever given you while peppering small kisses all over your face. You giggled and managed to capture his lips before he could get another peck in.

"I'm really happy you like it," you smiled. "We'll figure out where you can hang it in the morning, yeah?"

"I'd love nothing more, my dear" Lucifer grinned. "But for now, let's get some sleep, shall we."

You nodded and yawned in agreement. You shifted yourself flush against Lucifer's chest, letting his arms wrap around you. You felt his tail wrap around you leg right before you lost consciousness, letting you know he would never let you go.

~~~~

IT'S FUCKING DONE BABY, LET'S GOOOOOOOO

[madaqueue]

SCULPTOR'S DILEMMA

to love him is to remember him, to immortalize him in this moment, in his perfection, in his lust

pairing: veritas ratio x f!reader

themes/content: smut. there is no plot to this at all it’s literally just riding him idk there's like a little bit of thigh riding + jerking him off (wk: 1.4k)

a/n: 'i don't want to fuck this guy' <- guy who wrote 1k words about explicitly fucking this guy

Stone and statues could never compare, you think, to the planes of Veritas’s chest; more grand than any marble, more magnificent than any granite. He should be immortalized in this moment, in the heavy rise and fall of his ribs, the smooth planes beneath your fingers.

It took so little to get him here, too. Nothing more than a firm embrace (one he could break out of if he wanted to; he never wants to) and hushed words of, “You’re so beautiful, Veritas.”

He grumbled, as he often does when met with praise he doesn’t know what to do with, when it gets stuck in the gears of his mind and they struggle a bit more with each turn. But it’s an easy enough fix, at least for you, at least after all this time.

So, your lips carved a path down his throat, your fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt to give you more canvas to paint with your teeth and nails. An artist known only by your love for him, the only thing you could create; in every form, it finds itself: Veritas.

“May I show you, my love?” It’s whispered into his chest, into the divot of his sternum, a groove wide enough to hold it. “May I show you how beautiful you are?”

A momentary pause, and you're sure he's staring down at you, even if you can't see the picturesque gaze. “As you wish.”

You pretended to ignore the tremble in his voice, the shake within his hands as they came to rest upon your shoulders.

That’s the drawback of this brittleness: it’s all the easier to break.

So yes, it takes very little to get him bare and desperate, although he’d never call it that, even with one of your hands wrapped around his cock, aching and heavy as your hips draw the same pattern across his thigh. Instead, he’d let his sighs and stifled sounds and all the things that go unsaid speak for him, let the raging pulse and burning skin chisel their own meaning.

“Don’t tease,” he says, low and raspy and gods, what that voice does to you, the way it’s sweeter than any honey, riper than any fruit. You’d let it drip down your chin and onto your chest, peel it with careful fingers that are all too quick to turn ravenous.

“I’m not teasing,” you smile back, pulp held tight between your molars. You squeeze his length within your hand. “I’m just taking my time. What is it you always say, my dear? ‘Patience breeds success’?”

He scoffs - or rather, he attempts to scoff. But with the pitched-up sound doing little to convey its intended displeasure, it only makes you giggle.

“Aw, what’s wrong my love?” You offer him a look of innocence, one he rewards with a scowl.

“Just, mm, get on with it already.”

“Okay, okay,” you placate, palms resting on his pecs, steadying, despite the blooming smile that leaks sun beams. “As you wish.”

Your hips strain as you adjust, no longer centering you upon his thigh; as you rise, the muscled skin glimmers under the low lights, proof of your arousal left behind. It was a pretty thing to grind on, nearly enough friction to get the job done, you suppose, but it was never truly your goal - not when his cock lies so beautifully against his stomach.

His own desire sparkles from the tip, pearls of precum dribbling down his length, a worthy reaction to having watched you ‘tease,’ as he so fondly called it. The hand that had been slowly, gently, ever-so graciously stroking his length comes to a stop, instead guiding his tip to your entrance.

“Is this what you desire, my dear?”

This part is always fun, to make him flustered, make him verbalize those ‘filthy desires,’ as he’s so prone to calling them. ‘Don’t be crass,’ he often says when you push it, make him beg a tad too explicitly, but he always manages to choke the words out nonetheless.

“Obviously.” The words likely should have a bite, if they came out as intended, but with the flush painted down his torso and up to his ears, it reads as rather endearing; you hum, and watch his cheeks redden further.

As you sink down, your gaze never leaves his - not even when his eyelashes flutter, not even when his chest stutters, not even when your back arches from how he fills you and your hips nearly pause with the overwhelming sensation of it all. Each agonizing centimeter as he goes further inside your pulsing core, a silent code only he could dare to understand, one ripe with hunger and a carnal need he'd dare to call primitive, if he was any less affected by it.

But finally, finally, you rest atop his pelvis, flush and full and somehow still aching.

The first roll of your hips is languid, measured, while you’re still cognizant enough to hold yourself together. It earns you a warbled groan from Veritas, whose fists have begun to dig into the sheets. Cute, you think, the way he’s trying to maintain his composure, even with the sweat beading down his temple and his cock twitching inside you.

His eyes, meanwhile, struggle to land on a single destination. They roam your face, your neck, your chest, flitting across the inviting space of your body as though he can’t quite make up his mind where to focus. Ah, indecision, the paralysis of a man who can’t stop thinking. But no matter - you can help (you’ll always be there to help).

With your hands placed behind you on his thighs, you lean back, an arch to your spine that lets your head fall. Up, your hips stir, and you whine as his cock is dragged from your warmth.

Through the bottom of your lashes, you catch it: those sunset-rich eyes set their heated gaze on where the two of you are joined, the growing expanse of his skin that glistens from where it had been inside you. His pupils dilate, an ever-expanding eclipse, as he silently watches you lower yourself onto him. This time, you let a moan warm the air until you feel him in your chest.

Oh, and he’s beautiful, lungs heaving and heavier than stone, watching you fuck yourself on him, watching you take him so perfectly again, and again, and again. You’re making a show of it, he knows you are, with the way you refuse to look away, but he can’t bring himself to object.

Veritas is, though, a proud man. Perhaps that’s why his teeth sink into his lower lip until it blooms the same red that’s now swallowed in his irises.

But that won’t do.

“Veritas,” you say, more of a breath, what with the air forced from your lungs with each self-imposed thrust. “My love, let me hear you.”

A flicker of attention to your face, and you almost wonder if he can truly understand you behind the glassy sheen to his eyes, the weak grip on the bedding. When he makes no move to free the flesh from his canines, you lean forward.

A thumb to his cheek. His jaw. His lower lip.

Ah. Finally, he lets the weight of your skin coax his mouth open. You wish there was a sculptor that could capture his beauty in this moment, the oblivious ecstasy of a chronically attentive man; to see him lose himself so entirely, to trust you in his heedless pleasure, is the most magnificent thing, you think.

“There you go, my darling,” you hum.

And perhaps it’s the words, the praise he desperately claims not to need, or perhaps it’s the way you sink down even deeper, slower, sweeter, but the moan he releases is thicker than gold. You hadn’t known he could make such an exquisite sound, nor make it for so long, but it must fully empty the air clamoring to his breath as it spills and spills from his throat.

That is the thing about Veritas, a man of constancy and contradictions (perhaps that is another one in and of itself, too): how could one be so solid, more stable than stone, and yet so alive? The sound he makes vibrates low between your ribs, down your spine, to where the two of you are connected, humming with vitality.

You clench around him, and he twitches inside you again. A living, breathing picture of beauty, one no statue could ever dream to capture.

[edamameimei]

love me like a sailor (sophia laforteza x reader)

"i don't believe in God, but i believe that you're my savior."

synopsis: every school day begins with a reading led by father john. however, the note left by sophia that you've been using as a bookmark is the only thing you've been praying to lately. tags: angst with a bit of fluff here and there. hs!friends au. wc: 4659 CW: religious themes, blatant homophobia, secret relationship, depictions of abuse but not very explicit. please read with caution, this one is heavy.

⏯ now playing: sailor song - gigi perez

Father John continues his sermon, his voice deep and booming throughout the cathedral. He tells everyone about the gift of life, how every second counts, and it shouldn’t be wasted in sin. It’s the same testament he begins the day with and for you, it doesn’t get any easier to sit through. You feel your eyelids get heavier with every passing second, your head nodding off, begging for slumber. At some point, you succumb to your exhaustion and feel the bible in your hands slipping off your lap. However, you jump up in the pew, biting your lip to suppress a squeal when you feel a poke at your side. You turn your head and see your best friend looking at you with amusement in her eyes. Sophia looks back up at Father John, pretending she didn’t just save you from getting reprimanded by Sister Jun again. You sit back in the pew, your shoulders slouched as you try to pay attention to the sermon once more.

You feel Sophia slide something under your hands. Without taking a glance, you smile. 

Your hand fiddles with the note, strategically placing it into your bible so you won’t get caught by any of the other Sisters during the service. You unfold it quietly, sliding it into the spine so it looks like any other page amongst the others. Father John calls for a hymn and you and the other students stand up, opening their bibles to follow along. It was perfect timing and Sophia knew that. She is always two steps ahead and it’s one of the many things you love about her. You look down and as everyone sings along, you read Sophia’s words that were meant just for you and only ever you. 

‘We should go to the river after school. Meet me in the courtyard. 

Also, Sister Jun is going to ask you about Bible Study. Tell her you’re meeting with me for tutoring or something. Remember, I love you. 

Yours, forever <3’

You glance at Sophia who is singing along. As she does, she looks back at you, her eyes glancing down at the note as if silently asking if you accept the invitation. You subtly nod, looking back up at the choir. Without even seeing her face, you know she is smiling wide. 

“Did Sister Jun say anything to you?” You look up from your notebook at Sophia’s question. She stands in front of your desk, holding out a can of your favorite beverage. You take it from her with a grateful smile, opening it with a pop. You shake your head and take a sip from your drink. “No. I’ll talk to her right after school.” Sophia nods, propping herself up on your desk. She sits with her legs crossed and her hands in her lap. You put a hand on her back and smile. “You’ve been spending too much time with me. You’re slouching,” You say in a teasing tone. 

She immediately straightens up, fixing her collar in the process. She looks down at you, clicking her tongue as she reaches over to fix your tie. “It looks like you aren’t spending enough time with me. How does your tie always get like this in the middle of the day?” You allow her to undo it for you, her eyes dark and focused as she slides it out from underneath your collar. Your cheeks heat up when she gets closer to help you. “I oversleep in the mornings. Try putting on a tie half-asleep every day… “ You murmur, taking another sip from your drink. She finishes her knot, tightening it slightly and adjusting the tie to be straight amongst the buttons on your shirt. She tugs on it, causing you to smirk at her slightly. She smiles down at you, her bottom lip pulled back by her teeth. 

Your heart skips a beat at the way she looks at you. 

Sophia lets go of your tie, her hand moving to your face to push back a stray strand of hair that sticks to your forehead. She keeps her hand on top of your head as she whispers, “I love you, you know that right?” There’s an underlying meaning to her words that only you know how to decipher. It’s as if you two have come up with your own code that no one else is allowed to understand. You look at her, your eyes twinkling. You whisper, “I love you too.” 

Once the break ends, you open your notebook to start taking notes. Inside, you find a new neatly folded note. You glance over your shoulder, seeing Sophia who is already looking at you, expectantly. You turn your eyes back to the front of the room, waiting for Sister Jun to turn her back so you can read what Sophia has written for you. As soon as she begins writing something new on the board, your fingers fiddle with the note, unfolding it without your eyes leaving the front. You quickly look down and you can’t help the smile that spreads across your face. 

‘I love you. That’s all. I love you. 

Yours, forever. <3’ 

Sophia stands in the courtyard, waiting patiently for you to come out of the building. She lights up when she sees you, relieved that you seem to still be in a good mood after speaking with Sister Jun. She walks up to you and grabs your hands, her thumbs caressing the healing scars on your knuckles. To this day, she still doesn’t understand why Sister Jun is so hard on you. The students know of her strict rules and her strong devotion to God but Sophia has never seen her so tough on someone until you transferred to the school. 

She lets go of your hands, hooking an arm around yours to pull you close to her side. “It went well?” She questions, her eyes soft as she looks at you. You walk with her toward the front gate, allowing her to take the lead. You nod, keeping your eyes forward. There is a small smirk tugging on your lips as you respond, “Yeah. She was gonna blow a fuse though, I saw it. But then I told her I didn’t want to miss our study session and she let it go…” You turn your head to look at Sophia, your eyes glinting with mischief. Sophia’s hold on you tightens as she furrows her brows with concern. “If you keep pushing her buttons, you won’t make it easy for yourself, Y/n.” You scoff, shaking your head. Her words were true though. You often gave Sister Jun hell but it was only fair for what she puts you through on a daily basis. 

“What makes you think I wanna make it easy?” 

Sophia stops walking, letting go of your arm. She walks in front of you with her arms crossed and her expression serious. As you look at her, you can’t help but find her adorable like this. Sophia is always so kind to the students at school. She is often praised for her leader-like personality, always taking initiative and having a way with words that charms everyone around her. What you admire most about your best friend though is how humble she is. Despite the fact her father is the sole reason why the school still stands, she does everything through her own hard work. She is truly an academic weapon and teachers think very highly of her. The Sisters within the church would never admit it but everyone knew– Sophia was their favorite. 

But they don’t understand why she decided to become friends with someone like you. You’re nothing like Sophia and your devotion to God is questioned by the members of the church. 

Your parents forced you to attend this school knowing it was one of the best in the new area you moved to. When you first transferred, you had no intentions of making new friends. The only thing you wanted from high school was the degree and move on with your life. However, after a long and exhausting first day, you sat at your desk at home to read the passages assigned to you by Sister Jun. When you opened your bible, a note sat in between the pages. It was neatly folded and on the front was a red, lipstick mark. You curiously unfold it, being met with the prettiest handwriting you think you’ve ever seen. 

‘My name is Sophia. I sit behind you in class. 

Talk to me tomorrow. I think you’re really pretty. Let’s be friends. 

-S.L <3’

Since then, you two have been inseparable, attached to the hip against all odds. 

And now, she looks at you sternly. You know she is only looking out for you but there is only so much Sophia could do. Even her father doesn’t think very highly of you but his daughter is stubborn. If she wants something, she’ll get it. And she has told you and shown you how badly she wanted you. Your smirk remains on your face as she grabs your tie, pulling you closer toward her. She speaks with a slight annoyance in her tone, “I want it to be easy for you, Y/n. How many times do I have to tell you that?” You chuckle, shrugging your shoulders. “Not sure, I guess we’ll have to see.” Sophia lets go of your tie, turning around to walk away. 

You follow her like you always do. She allows you to hold her hand as you two walk out the front gate. When you reach the river, she pulls you by your tie again, but not to speak to you. She lets her lips against yours tell you exactly how she feels. Your hands on her hips respond wordlessly, pulling her closer to tell her that you understand completely. 

When you get to school the next morning, you quickly walk to Sophia’s locker as all the other students make their way to the cathedral for the morning sermon. You glance around the hallway, ensuring no one sees you as you work on the lock. Once you get it open, you place the note you’ve written on top of her textbooks, closing it before anyone notices. You take a step back and sigh in relief. When you turn to walk to the cathedral, you are met with Sophia giving you a soft smile. You jump back a bit, surprised by her presence. You were sure she would have gone to the sermon by now knowing how punctual she usually is. 

She tilts her head, pursing her lips to gesture at her locker that you were just “breaking” into. “Are you insane? You could have gotten caught by one of the Sisters.” You grin at her, leaning your shoulder against the cold metal. You bring a finger to your lips as if to shush her, whispering, “I didn’t though, right?” Sophia only rolls her eyes, grabbing your tie to pull you along with her toward the cathedral. You whine, “Soph! I just fixed it before walking inside! You’re gonna loosen it again.” She ignores you though, keeping her grip on the fabric. She teases, “Maybe later.” Her words cause your cheeks to burn, effectively silencing you from saying another word. 

Once arriving at the cathedral, she finally lets go. She turns around to face you, her hands immediately reaching up to your collar to fix it along with your tie. You murmur, “This is why it keeps getting messed up throughout the day, you know?” She pats your shoulders, looking up at you with a small smirk. She surveys the area before quickly getting on her tippy toes, placing a soft kiss on your cheek before skipping inside. Your cheeks burn even more, reaching up to wipe your skin just in case before meeting her inside for the long and boring morning sermon ahead. 

Although Sophia’s family speaks highly of her academics and fully expects her to become a part of some sort of medical profession, you knew deep down what she wanted. 

And that was to become a star. 

She was an active member of the theatre club at school. She shone brightly on the stage, playing every role as if she were made for it. Her mother was a famous actress so of course that in turn led Sophia to follow the same path. You are always in awe whenever you watch Sophia perform, going to every single one of her performances because you genuinely love watching your best friend do what she was born to do. Sophia loves seeing you in the audience but she especially loves when you volunteer your time to help build the set for the newest production being held at the school. She finds it endearing and secretly loves to watch you work so diligently along with the other backstage crew members. 

After the morning sermon, Sophia drags you to the auditorium, telling you that the rest of the theatre club will be there all day to practice and continue working on the set for their upcoming production of, “Little Shop of Horrors.” You chuckle at her excitement as she talks your ear off about the latest gossip flying among her other theatre friends. However, you stop for a second, realizing you were in fact not a part of theatre and that you definitely should be heading to class before Sister Jun unleashes her fury on you. Sophia looks at you, concern in her eyes. “What’s wrong? Did I say something?” 

You squeeze her hand, shaking your head with a smile on your face. “Soph. I’ve got class, remember? I’m not actually a part of theatre.” She rolls her eyes, tugging at your hand. She speaks in a matter-of-fact tone, “Come on, Y/n. You’re basically a part of the family without the label. I’m sure it’ll be fine, I’ll just tell Sister Jun I made you skip class.” For some reason, despite your words from the day before, the thought of making Sister Jun angry again makes you feel anxious. You know you should go to class for your sake but when you look at Sophia, her brown eyes shining and somewhat pleading, you can’t find the words to say, “no.” 

You allow Sophia to continue dragging you toward the auditorium. When you walk inside, you feel her tugging on your tie, leading you backstage where no one seems to be. You look at her, her eyes telling you her intentions. You can’t help the smirk on your face as you nod, following her as if you were a martyr accepting their fate. 

Sister Jun snaps the ruler against your knuckles. And she does it again. And again. And again. 

It’s as if she believes your sins would seep out of your wounds. 

When Sister Jun leaves the room, she slams the door shut. She leaves you alone at your desk, your knuckles bleeding and tears brimming your eyes due to the pain. In front of you sits your wide-open bible. The verse you repeated over and over again stares at you, tauntingly.  Your lips quiver as you read it over and over again, hoping maybe God’s words would begin to make more sense. You don’t know how long you sit at your desk. You look up at the cross hung up at the front of the room and allow it to haunt you in silence, the ticking of the clock behind you being the only sound in the classroom. Suddenly, the door creaks open once more and you close your eyes, your heart beating rapidly. 

“Y/n…” Sophia’s voice is quiet as she walks inside the room. She walks toward you slowly, crouching down next to you to analyze your hands. They were bloodied and bruised. Scars that were still healing from the last time are now back at square one. She grabs them carefully, mumbling an apology when she hears you wince slightly. Her bottom lip quivers and you know it’s because she’s thinking this is all her fault. You open your eyes, glancing at Sophia with a forced smile. You whisper, “Could be worse.” Sophia shakes her head, still looking at your hands. She murmurs, “Shouldn’t be happening at all…” You sigh in response. You lean forward, resting your forehead against the top of her head. 

“Come on. Let me take care of you.” 

You don’t respond and grip her hands with the strength you have left. When you don’t move, Sophia lets go of your hands, reaching to your face to cup your cheeks. She shifts back slightly to get a better look at you forcing you to pick your head up. There’s a pained look in your eyes and you are desperately trying to hide it for her sake, but Sophia knows you too well. She leans forward, capturing your lips in a chaste kiss. Your heart beats rapidly in your chest and you know you should pull away. You both were still in the school and anyone could walk in but you can’t bring yourself to care. 

Knowing Sophia would love you this bravely despite the consequences, why would you pull away? 

After a few minutes, Sophia pulls away and caresses your cheeks with her thumbs. She whispers again, “I love you, Y/n. I love you and I’m sorry.” 

You feel tears forming in your eyes at her apology. You reach up to cup her cheeks as well, your voice cracking as you respond, “I’m sorry, I love you too.” 

A few days later after school, you find yourself volunteering once again with the set. Your bandaged hands paint the background for one of the scenes in the show, blocking out all the chattering amongst the actors behind you as you focus on your work. Sometimes, you tune in for a second when you hear Sophia’s voice amongst the chatter. Her loud but genuine laugh rings in your ears causing you to smile every few seconds. At some point during their conversation, you overhear one of them asking Sophia about her plans after graduation. 

The event that is happening in only a few months. 

You stop for a moment, listening to the conversation. You feel bad for eavesdropping, but you can’t help it. Especially if it’s the girl you’ve been in love with for a year now. You hear Sophia laugh again, her response casual, “Going to college, you know, the usual.” Another one of the students spoke up, asking her, “Are you gonna continue doing theatre?” There’s a brief silence before Sophia finally responds and you notice the tinge of sadness in her voice, “Umm… We’ll see. I don’t think so since I’ll have to really focus on school, you know?” 

The students express their disappointment toward her answer and it takes everything in you to not walk up to her to provide comfort. You know it’s a sore subject for Sophia. You wish she had the ability to give her dreams priority but you knew she wouldn’t want to go behind her parents’ backs like that. Her parents being disappointed in her was the last thing she could ever want. Sophia could be stubborn all she wants but when it came to school, there was no fight to give. She simply just had to do it and that’s all there is to it. The subject changes to one that always has you rolling your eyes when it’s brought up. 

Everyone’s love life. 

You tune everyone out again once you hear one of the girls begin talking about how disastrous a date went the night before. You begin painting again, your interest no longer piqued. The conversation usually puts you in a sour mood when everyone begins to put the spotlight on Sophia. Her words are always the same, how she is waiting for the “right one” to come sweep her off her feet. You always roll your eyes, a bitterness festering in the pit of your stomach. If it weren’t for you and Sophia’s current circumstances, you’d tell the whole world Sophia Laforteza belonged to you. But unfortunately, she’s yours behind closed doors and it takes you convincing yourself every single day that’s enough. 

But her answer today takes you by surprise. You miss the question that was asked but you hear Sophia loudly announce, “I want a big family! I just want so many kids and have a big, happy family. That would literally be the dream.” Her words knocked the wind out of you, effectively causing you to freeze and stop whatever you were doing. You hear everyone tell her she will find the perfect husband one day, how she is so beautiful and any man would be lucky to have her. Before you can stop yourself, you set the paintbrush in your hand down, quickly walking away. You make a beeline toward your bookbag, grabbing it and swinging it over your shoulder. 

You’re not angry at her. You’re mostly angry at yourself. You’re angry that this is your reality. 

Sophia notices your absence. She looks toward the exit door and sees you leaving without a goodbye. She excuses herself from the group, worried. She quickly follows you out the door and into the hallway. “Y/n! Where are you going?” You ignore her, making your way toward the front of the school. Sophia quickly catches up to you and grabs your shoulder, pulling you back so you can look at her. She furrows her brow in confusion, “What’s wrong?” You sigh exasperatedly, looking everywhere but Sophia. You respond, “Nothing. It’s nothing.” But Sophia doesn’t take that as an answer. 

She steps toward you, grabbing your wrist gently. She holds your chin, tilting your head so you’d look at her. She whispers, “Tell me…” You look at Sophia, your eyes glancing down at her lips. They glance back up and into hers. Her eyes are pleading as if giving you a confirmation to lean in and close the gap between the two of you. You nod, leaning in, your eyes fluttering close. However, the sound of a door opening causes you both to jump away from each other. You’re once again brought back to reality. “I’ve gotta go.” You breathe out and before Sophia can stop you again, you’re turning on your heel to quickly walk away. 

You trudge into your room tiredly. Your body is aching and you want nothing more than to sleep so you could just do it all over again. 

You place your bookbag down, unzipping it. The least you could do is prepare for Father John’s sermon in the morning. You pull out your bible, placing it on your desk before sitting down. You rack your brain to remember the verses you were supposed to review before tomorrow, but you only groan, your brain too fried to do anything. You decide to open it, hoping if you scan the pages, you’ll be able to recognize what was written on the board before the bell rang. Your bible opens immediately to not only the passage but to a note that was neatly tucked into its spine. You pull it out, wondering when Sophia even had the chance to sneak it inside. 

You unfold it, the bitterness you were feeling previously disappearing as you read the newest note. 

‘Once we graduate, we should run away together. 

I think about it often. Sometimes when we sit by the river,

I think about grabbing your hand and just leaving all of 

this behind. Would you run away with me? I think we’d

live a good life together. I love you. 

Yours, forever. <3’

You take a deep breath, feeling stupid for pushing Sophia away. You fold the note again, placing it amongst the others that sit inside your desk drawer. You reach down to pull out a notebook and pen from your bookbag, ignoring your bible to write your response. 

The next day, you find yourself lying on the ground, your arm wrapped around your torso in pain. You squeeze your eyes shut, preparing for another blow. Sister Jun towers over you, in her hands is a yardstick and the note you planned to slip inside Sophia’s bible. You hear the yardstick clatter onto the floor and suddenly, you are being pulled to your feet by Sister Jun, her hand gripping your tie. She forces you to look at her, shouting with venom in her words, “Who was this note meant for?! I’m not going to ask you again.” But, you remain silent. You would take all the pain in the world if it meant Sophia would be safe. You would do this over and over again if it meant Sophia would live the life she deserves. 

Because you love her. You love her unapologetically, you love her knowing God frowns upon it. 

Sister Jun throws you onto the ground, giving up on getting answers from you. You hear her walk toward the door and before she exits, she tells you something that sends a shiver down your spine. 

“Wait until Father John reads this disgusting note.” 

The next day at school, you hear whispers amongst your peers. They watch you as if you were the devil himself. Your hands are bandaged and the bruises from the day before were evidence for everyone to know that what was being said was true. 

During Father John’s morning sermon, Sophia sits three pews away from you. 

She doesn’t look at you in class. 

And she doesn’t wait for you in the courtyard. When you visit the river, she isn’t there. 

It’s like this until graduation. Your knuckles have healed well and it’s as if the bruises on your body were never there. 

But at what cost?  

After the festivities of graduation, Sophia walks into her room and sees a small box sitting on her bed. Her mother told her a gift would be waiting for her, telling her that a friend from theatre dropped it off. She tells her, “Apparently, they’re leaving today to go to the United States.” 

Sophia walks over to her bed, confused by the present. None of her friends from theatre mentioned they would be going to the States for college. She picks it up carefully, trying to figure out who the culprit could be. Sophia takes a deep breath, opening the present. She widens her eyes when she sees your tie neatly folded inside. She takes it out, feeling tears springing to her eyes when she holds it in her hands. Her fingers trace the fabric like she had done so many times before. She looks inside the box and sees a note neatly folded inside. Sophia sits down on her bed, bracing herself for the words she is about to read. She takes out the note, unfolding it. 

Her hands shake as she reads it. When she finishes, she covers her mouth, trying to stifle her cries. 

If God were listening, you’d be at her door. If he had any sympathy, you’d be there in her room with open arms. Father John often talked about how life should not be lived in sin, but why do your words seem more convincing than anything he ever talked about? Sophia’s tears fall onto the page as she grips it tightly in her hands. She rereads your note over and over again as the cross above her bed watches her silently. 

‘I will love you wherever you go next. 

I will love you when you find your soulmate. 

I will love you when you start a big family, 

with all the kids that will have your eyes and his. 

I will love you even if it’s wrong to. 

I will love you. I’m sorry, I will always love you. 

Actually. I’m not sorry. I will never be sorry. 

Yours, forever. <3’

a/n: i hope you all enjoyed. as someone who went to a catholic hs, i projected a bit while writing this. if this resonated w you, just know i see you. and i hope you heal from all things you dont talk about. <3

[twice-inamillion]

The Company 

Personal Assistants

Smut (Defloration, girl on girl, virgin sex, deep penetration, rough sex, masturbating, creampie, double facial, slight humiliation )

Chapter 1

2,800 Words 

(IU and Irene become your personal assistants for your new entertainment company. You can’t help but take them out for a spin before putting them to work. )

“How is the birthday boy doing?”

“I’m doing great. Happy that you gave me this opportunity to create my own company.”

“It’s the least I could do. You’ve been a great son and have put a lot of work into learning about the company. I just want to give you the chance to build your own.”

“Thanks, Dad. I really appreciate it. I won’t disappoint you. I’ll make sure that I make this new division of our legacy a great one.”

“That’s my boy.” Your dad looks at the closed door and says, “I have a present for you.” 

“You shouldn’t have.” 

“It’s going to help you in your endeavors, plus they will be a good distraction for you if you ever feel stressed.” Your dad opens the door, and in comes two beautiful women. “This is Lee Ji-Eun, stage name IU, and Bae Joo-hyun doesn’t have a stage name yet. They are going to be your personal assistants and be there for whatever you need. I have personally picked them for you.” 

The two women bow and introduce themselves to you. “Annyeonghaseyo, I’m Lee-Ji-eun, and I’m Bae Joo-hyun. We will be serving you from now on, so please treat us well.”

You can’t help but admire their beauty and silently thank your dad for giving you two beautiful assistants. IU then gives you a letter, “Your father told me to give you this letter once we get acquainted,” and hands you the letter. 

“Wish you the best. These two are part of your birthday gift. Their parents have some issues, and they volunteered to be your assistants if I help them a bit. They are instructed to follow every one of your commands. Ask them anything, and they will do it, like telling them to cook or massage you. Hell, you can even fuck them if you want to, and they won’t say no. Have fun, son, and enjoy.

P.S. Also, these two beautiful ladies are also virgins, so enjoy it even more.

From your father,

XXX”””

You look back at them, and you’re in disbelief but wonder if what your father said is true. You know there is only one way to find out, and that’s by testing it. 

With a commanding voice, you say, “Both of you strip.” 

They are both surprised by the sudden command and hesitate but remember the contract they signed. 

Both of them look at each other and slowly undo their buttoned-up blouses and then their skirt until they are both in underwear.

You can’t help but admire their pale white skin that blends with their white bra and panties. “I don’t think you heard me right, I said strip. Strip completely!”

They tremble from your voice and quickly undo their bra, then underwear. They use their hands to cover their small breast and private area. “We stripped as you ordered, sir.” 

They avoid your gaze and look down at the floor. “Both of you have beautiful bodies and cream-white skin.” You walk towards them and slowly caress their skin. IU, looking like the more submissive one, gets your attention first. You place your hand on her small button, her waist, and remove her hands from her breast to make it easier to cup. Just like you predicted, she doesn’t resist and allows you to move her body as you wish. 

On the other hand, Bae Joo-hyun shivers at the slightest touch of your hand on her body. IU pulls you to the side and whispers to you, “Sir, hmm… Bae Joo-hyun hates men. Don’t think she likes being near them. Your father told me to tell you this: “Make Bae Joo-hyun submit to you.” Personally, I won’t resist since you are our new master, but you might need to be a bit forceful with her. Obviously, we know our role here, and of course, we wouldn’t dare to go against you, but you can always give us a command, and we’ll follow it to the letter.” 

You look back at Bae Joo-hyun and at IU, thinking about the complete personalities they both have. You debate if you should ask her to remove her hands from her breast and private area or command her to do it.

After thinking it over, you say, “Calling you by your given name seems too much. I’m going to give you a stage name. Is that okay?”

Bae Joo-hyun finally looks up at you and says, “Yes sir, that’s okay.” 

“You’re going to be Irene from now on.”

“Thank you for the name, sir.” 

“Also, remove your hands; I want to see all of you.”

She looks both angry and afraid and slowly removes her hand from her breast. IU looks at Irene’s unwillingness to remove her hand from her lower area, moves close to her, and grabs her hand, interlocking it with hers for support.

With both women completely exposed, you can’t help but sit on the single couch and admire their bodies. 

“I want you both to kiss each other on the bed over there.”

IU grabs Irene’s hand and walks her to your bedroom. She sits on the bed, slowly grabs her face, and kisses her. Irene closed her eyes and reciprocated, enjoying the kissing session. 

Minutes pass, and you can’t help but enjoy the show. Wanting to see more, you say, “Since you two are enjoying kissing so much, masturbate together.”

Irene is shocked by the sudden request by IU; on the other hand, she wants to please her new master and get on his good side. 

“Yes, as you wish.” 

She pushes Irene down and starts to suck on her tits while playing with Irene’s leaking cunt. She uses her fingers to rub Irene’s soaked folds, causing Irene to moan loudly. It’s her first time having her cunt touched by someone else, and IU’s soft and thin fingers turn her on. 

You watch as the two of them have a good time as they moan in sync. You pull out your cock and begin to stroke it. As Irene drowns in pleasure as IU moves down to eat out Irene. You can’t help but get a bit jealous and decide to do something crazy.

You stand and walk towards the bed at full length and see IU with her ass sticking up. “Fuck you have a really nice pussy” as you trace IU’s folds. IU’s pussy twitches from your touch but doesn’t react and just continues to eat out Irene.

“It’s so nice and small. Let’s see if it’s true,” as you use both of your fingers to split open IU’s cunt. Immediately, you see IU’s juices ooze out and stain the bedsheets. “Damn, you’re this wet already? And look here, it’s true,” as you see her hymen intact. Captivated by the thin layer of flesh, you insert your finger and caress it. IU yelps from your cold touch, making her move her hips. 

Based on her reaction, you see this as a green light, “Fuck it, he said your mine to use, so let’s put you to work.”

Irene opens her eyes and sees you behind IU and panics, “Ji-eun, behind you!” She sees your smirk and watches as you lick your lips. “Please don’t!”

You grab your cock and align to IU’s small entrance. Your cock presses the head of your cock against her thin folds and slowly inserts yourself. IU cries from the sense of her lips being split wide open. Her body crashed onto Irene as she was overwhelmed by the new sensation. 

Little by little, you insert more of your cock until you reach the thin barrier that’s separating you from reaching her womanhood. “Here I go. Take all of my cock” as you press on forward. The both of you can feel the exact moment you take IU’s virginity. She grunts out in pain and digs her nails deep into Irene’s arms. 

Irene feels the weight of both you and IU on her body. Many things rush through her mind, like why is he fucking IU, and is she going to be next? She was originally okay with being his personal assistant and knew that sex was going to happen eventually but not this fast. 

“Fuck, you have a really tight pussy. I don’t think I can wait!” You give her little to no adjustment and thrust the rest of your cock. 

“Ahh… it hurts!! You’re too big! Pull it out! IU’s small body frame doesn’t seem to be able to handle the size of your massive cock, but to you, that doesn’t matter. All that matters in your mind is enjoying her body and nothing else. 

You start off with small thrusts and increase the pace little by little. Your balls slap against her small frame. “I’m going to make sure I have fun with you both. So don’t worry, Irene, you’ll also enjoy some of this.”

After some time, IU’s walls clench on your cock, signaling her orgasm. You pull most of your length, only leaving the tip of your cock, and immediately shove it with such force that makes IU cough. “Fuck!! I’m going to cum!! You feel her orgasm as your cock is coated in her juices.

Instead of letting her relax through her orgasm you increase the thrust of your cock. IU, at this point, is a mess from her orgasm a few seconds ago. “I can’t believe your pussy is this tight. I’m going to make sure we enjoy this,” as you look at Irene. 

“Wai…wait…don’t go so fast, you’re rearranging my insides!”

“Don’t worry about that. Worry about pleasuring my cock instead.”

As you continue your thrusting, IU begins to lose consciousness. Her mouth oozes drool while her eyes are rolled back. Irene can only watch as she sees IU getting destroyed by your cock. The only thing going through her mind is if you’re going to be satisfied with just IU or if you’re going for her next. 

“Fuck…I’m going to cum!” You give her one last thrust and release a large wave of cum. Her cunts immediately milks your cock, filling her womb. You feel your core completely hot as you finish your own orgasm. 

“Fuck… that felt really good. I think I can go another round,” as you pull out your cock from IU’s freshly deflowered cunt. The only sound you hear is a loud pop, followed by a mixture of cum and IU’s nectar staining the bedroom sheets. 

You walk to the bathroom to get yourself clean, and when you return, you see Irene trying to wake up IU. “Wake up, please,” as she taps her cheeks. Wanting to tease Irene, you say, “Alright, ready for round two?” 

Those were the words she didn’t want to hear; she knew after seeing IU getting fucked by your massive cock she might end up the same way. You walk towards the bed, move IU’s unconscious body to the side, and grab Irene’s hand. “Come over here, and let's have some fun.” She knows she can’t reject any of your commands without facing the consequences. So without a complaint, she follows you towards your couch and sits on the empty seat. 

“Sorry for what you just saw, but I really couldn’t help it; her cunt looked so inviting that I couldn’t resist. But don’t worry, I’m not going to force myself on you. You’re going to be the one to decide when you give your first to me, but don’t take too long because I’m not too fond of people who make me wait. Do you understand?” 

Irene nods her head, “Yes, I understand, sir.”

“Okay, sounds good. Now that we have an understanding, how about we have some fun.”

Confused, Irene asks, “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I want you to suck my cock” whipping your flaccid cock in hand. 

“You want me to su…suck it?”

“Yeah, you think I’m going to leave you without a taste? I’m not that mean, I treat everyone fairly. IU got a little extra, but that’s on me. I want us to get to know each other better, so I’m only going to say this once, suck my cock.” 

With a smile on your face, she looks at your cock and reaches for it. You can see her hands slightly trembling as she holds it in her hand. “Don’t be shy; it's not going to bite. Just hold it nicely, give it a few strokes, and put it in your mouth.”

With her right hand, she gives you a slow pump, waking up your member once more. Little by little it slowly wakes up, “Focus on the head, pull the skin down.” Irene does as she’s told and pulls your foreskin back, revealing your mushroom tip. “Come on, lick it.” She slowly moves her head, sticks her tongue out, and likes the tip of your cock. It twitches, which catches her off guard. 

Irene tilts her head up, looks at you, and looks back down. She knows there is no way out and accepts her fate as our personal plaything. She hesitantly opens her mouth and slowly takes in the tip of your cock. 

“Good girl, take it nice and slow. There is no rush.” 

She takes your cock a small amount at a time until it's a fourth way inside. You place your hand on the back of her head and say, “Alright, just relax your mouth and don’t close it, okay?” She nods, and you bob her head slowly. With her head going up and down, she can feel it getting bigger, enough for it to reach her throat. This causes her to gag and place her hands on your legs to push you away. 

“You’ve never sucked at cock, huh.” Irene looks at you and nods her head from side to side. “I guess it can’t be helped. Just lick it instead” and pull your cock back out. 

So for the next few minutes, all she does is lick your cock from top to bottom as well as your balls. You can't help but feel disappointed, but instead of focusing on the bad side, you think to yourself, “I can train her to my preference.”

Suddenly, from the side of your eye, you see IU lift herself back up and turn her head next to you. Her face is a complete mess, her mascara is ruined, and her hair is undone. She makes her way down the bed and tries to walk but stumbles. Her legs are completely numb, and the more she walks, the more cum runs down her thighs. But like the good little girl she is, she makes her way to the couch, gets on her knees, and gives you a look of lust. 

“Seems like someone knows her place. You’re going to be responsible for teaching Irene a thing or two, okay.” IU nods her head and sticks her tongue out. You stand up and stroke your cock in front of IU at a medium pace. She patiently waits for her treat and focuses on your cock. 

“Fuck, I’m about to come soon.”

Irene looks at IU on her knees, her tongue out, and does the same. She gets on her knees next to IU and sticks her tongue out as well.

“Ohh… you’re getting the hang of it, that’s good.”

You feel the cum in your balls making its way up to your cock, and you spray both their faces white. Irene closes her eyes, but IU, on the other hand, stays still and enjoys her treat. 

“You both look good in white; now, how about you kiss and swap that cum you both caught in that pretty mouth.” 

Like good girls, they don’t wait and have a kissing session as you video record it on your phone to enjoy.

——————- 

A year since that day, and both of them have been a great help in setting up your company. They look through a list of possible candidates for the company and circle the ones they think have potential as trainees.

“What do you think about these five girls right here, Irene?” 

“They look good; one is a really good dancer, and the other one can sing.”

“What about our list?”

“It’s going well. I can’t help but want all of them to join, but the boss wants talent. So for sure, I want these right here,” as IU shows Irene her picks. 

[metranart]

ft. Hawks, Dabi and Shoto x Reader. Raging Threesome influenced by the mating season, booze and secret obsessions. (teaser)

Dabi had noticed the subtle signs of your body as well as Hawks, even Shoto had. The way you pressed your thighs together, that little sway of your hips, that longing sigh, all firm signs that you were in a special and festive mood. Maybe the mix of alcohol, Christmas and your open mind could be a trigger for something interesting.

You bite your lip when you find all three Proheroes staring at you, hungry gazes that make you feel like you were naked, and that shyly provocative grin you give them back. Damn! It’s too sensual to be an accident, you just sealed your evening.

“I forgot something in my office," Keigo mutters under his breath, and his fists clench as he swiftly sneaks his body behind yours. If you didn’t get it before, you feel it now. He is hard, and he is grinding against your ass. You stiffen. 

“Uh… Keigo?” You ask in a squeak, but he doesn’t stop and instead begins to guide you where he wants, "would you come with to look for it?"

To his office again? You know what he wants, so you nod wondering if what he has in mind might cure the recent itch in your crotch. You barely manage to kiss the curve of his neck with a clumsy turn of your head and before you know it, you're already in the office of his Hero agency, the door locked behind you ... and before you know it, you're not alone in there.

“This room smells like sex,” Dabi spats, absentmindedly, slowly stripping off of his jacket suit, “… got any lube around, birdbrains?” 

“Sure, I think I have some in the bottom drawer." 

Dabi walks over to the drawer and starts searching through the items, while Hawks starts serving drinks as if it were a private party. With a casual stride, your boyfriend offers you a drink and it's only when you hear a sober 'thank you' that you realize Shoto is here too, drink in hand, stoic gaze in an invisible spot as he, Hawks and you awkwardly clink your glasses together before taking a sip of the aged whisky.

“Agh,” You stick your tongue out at the bitter, potent taste of the whiskey, "baby, it's too strong-"

"Just enough, darling." Dabi replies, stealing a sip from his brother's glass, and sipping it with a mischievous smile as his eyes stay on you. "The more spirited we are, the easier it will be to get comfortable, if you know what I mean.”

Hawks chuckles and although he tries to sound cool, you notice the note of nervousness in his voice, which he ends up defeating by gulping down the rest of the whiskey in his glass.

"He's right, (Y/N)." 

The whiskey takes effect on your boyfriend sooner than expected and his already rosy cheeks turn bright red, eyelids dropping a little, sensually, his eyes lock with yours as he strips off his jacket, letting it fall to the floor to start an awkward fight with the knot of his tie, effectively nullifying the sensuality of the striptease while making himself look incredibly adorable.

"Awwww," Dabi beams, sarcastically, "apparently daddy can't get undress without mommy helping him, do you mind, doll?"

You shake your head in amusement and Keigo's arms wrap around your waist in reflex as you begin to undo the knot of his tie, depositing whiskey kisses to each cheek, the tip of your nose, each side of your mouth, your forehead and eyelids. It’s all Keigo Takami, sweet and devoted while his naughty hands keep trying to lift up the skirt of your dress.

"I know I already said this,” Hawks spells a little drunkenly, “but you look incredibly sexy in this dress… guys?"

"Top tier," Dabi snaps with a smirk.

"Beautiful," Shoto joins as well, slapping his brother's hands away. The older Todoroki trying to undo the buttons of his shirt, "stop it, Touya.... I don't need your assistance-"

"Silence, pup. By the way, I think it is prudent to mention that my little brother here…. is still a rabid virgin, please treat him well."

"Touya!"

"Easy, baby bro." Dabi pushes Shoto until he crashes the edge of Hawks' desk and once out of earshot, he mutters just for him. "This is my Christmas present, Shoto," the half-and-half Todoroki stares at him suspiciously and Dabi smirks, wildly, "...I know you think you hide it well, but I can see right through you, you're head over heels for (Y/N)." 

Shoto's blushing cheeks are the only thing disturbing his calm expression, "you love her in secret and even though she'll never be yours," he glances over his shoulder where you are kissing- no! devouring Hawks passionately. Dabi snorts to then returns his gaze to Shoto, "I want you to have your first time with whoever you dream of, I want that for you," Dabi admits, seriously. "I didn't have that, so...I want to give you at least this."

"Touya." 

The tone Shoto uses is enough for Dabi to know that he understands the deep meaning behind his actions and with enthusiasm rejuvenated, he grins, but not his usual sassy smirk but a warm, kinder one, meant only for Shoto.

"Then, play along, I'll distract birdbrains, and you fuck his girlfriend’s brain out."

"Touya!"

This time the tone used is more scolding, but the implicit agreement is already in action. The Todoroki siblings had a plan, and the evening is set for success....

....READ THE 7000 WORD FIC COMMISSION IN HERE! (Includes NSFW art from three scenes of the fic and lots of smut. Plus, lot of MHA NSFW content in general) ;)

[genderlessghoul]

I'm back, bitches.

LET'S TALK GHOST AND QUICK CHANGES

Because when you're in an intricated costume and you need to change literally between two songs, ya gotta go fast!

This all stems from me finally being able to tear away from Dew's gaze when looking at this picture.

And noticing a snap button under the "regular" button. Because altho regular buttons are sturdier, they also take longer to undo than supermaning your tailcoat. So here, they're purely decorative.

It's not the only time this trick's been used, let's look at one of Copia's Impera looks.

Right below the embroidery and right above his hands. Yup. Snap buttons again.

And here's another little trick for you.

See the front of the vest? Looks like it might open there too, right? With that embroidery in two pieces instead of all in one panel? Looks very neat, is it a hidden zipper? Snaps again? Well you've been fooled, my friend. Do you knkw what's easier and faster than removing a vest that opens from the front all by yourself? Opening it from the back and letting someone pull it from your front.

That's right! ✨Velcro in the back✨

God I love stage costumes and their practicality. Anyways, that's it for me tonight, see you again soon my darlings, I'm working on a Prequelle ghoul master post!

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Outside the Lines 7

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsessive compulsive behaviour, kidnapping, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Reader has her routine and her fellow patient gets in the way of those.

Character: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, (lumberjack AU)

Note: It's friday, yuh.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Love you all. Take care. 💖

Steve's hands slip down to your chest and you gasp. He gropes you through the fabric and you squirm, latching onto his wrists as you try to push him away. He squeezes and ignores your writhing.  

"Steve-- Captain! You said--kisses! That's not--" you whine.  

"Sweetheart, I can't help myself. You're just so..." he purrs and kneads you. "You look so good. I can't help but touch."  

"Captain," you wriggle. "Please, I'm scared."  

"Scared? Why are you scared?" He bounces your tits as his jaw ticks.  

"Because... oh...." you hands slip and you push on his biceps. "I don't know."  

"Because it's new? New things aren't bad, huh?" He cooes.  

"But-- but--" you babble. "You're touching me."  

"What's so bad about that, huh? You’re touching me too.” You look at your hands and retract them. “I'm being nice. Gentle. I'm not hurting you, am I?"  

You pout, "no, but--"  

"You really never been treated good, have you?" He drawls. "That's all I want to do."  

"I..." you quiver as your lip pushes out further.  

"You know, you're hurting me, right?" His eyes meet yours. "Looking so good. You got me all worked up and--" he looks down and you follow his gaze. His pants are tight and bulging. "Do you know that when a man gets... in the mood, it hurts."  

"What?" You grab his hands and he only squeezes more. "It hurts?"  

"Sure it does. It's all swollen and... there's only one way to soothe it."  

"That's not..." you look at his lap again. His pants do look uncomfortable. "Because of me?"  

"You look so pretty in that dress and you're kissing me all nice," he intones.  

"I did that? It's my fault?" You frown.  

"Baby, don't be sad. It's a good pain but... you can make it better. You wanna?" 

You gulp and your brows rise then fall. You don’t know what to do. Or if you should even do it. 

“You want to be a good girl, don’t you?” He asks. 

You nod and look at him eagerly. It’s the one thing you always longed for. To do things right. 

“Undo my zipper,” he rasps. 

You bend and straighten your fingers, “Captain?” 

“Remember? We agreed you’ll follow our rules. It’s all part of the plan. You have to get use to touching. To people.” 

“But... I don’t know what to do.” 

“I’m telling you what to do,” he squeezes your chest harder. “Please, baby, you’re hurting me.” 

“No, I don’t want to hurt you,” you mope. 

“So open my zipper.” 

You look down. You hover your hands over his lap then reach for it. It’s made a bit more difficult as he keeps his grasp on your chest. He groans as you touch the bulge in the fabric. 

“Ugh, yeah, honey, please...” 

You undo the button of his fly and slide his zipper down. He drones again. You stare at the top of his boxers. 

“Honey, you gotta... take me out,” his voice is strained. 

“Take you—it?!” You squeal. 

“It’s just human anatomy, right? Come on, I need you.” 

Your hand shakes as you cautiously touch the elastic. You curl your fingers around it and he lifts himself to help you, pushing down his jeans as he does. He drops onto the couch again as his dick bobs up above the crumpled fabric. 

“Steve!” You cry out. “I mean, Captain.” 

He chuckles, “what?” 

“It’s... is it supposed to be so... veiny?” 

He laughs again, “sweetie,” his voice grits and he grabs your hand. He wraps it around him. “Feel it. You feel how hard I am. For you? You know it hurts. You need to... soothe it.” 

“Oh?” You pout at him. 

“Like this.” 

He guides your hand up to his tip. You look down and giggle at the site of your hand on him. His tip is glistening. He pushes your grip back down and he shakes with a sultry moan. He breathes your name. 

“I think I got it,” you slide your hand up again and he lets go. 

“Yeah, that’s good,” he pushes his palms against the cushions. “Oh, wow, yeah, like that.” 

You pump him at the same pace as he showed you. He trembles and brings a hand to your chest. He tugs on the top of your dress. You squeak and look down. 

“Captain?” You whine. 

“Honey, it’s okay, it’ll help,” he coaxes and pulls the fabric under your tit. You exclaim as he cups your tit, his rough palm tickling your hard nipple. 

He purrs again and massages your chest. He leans his head back, his other hand spread over the cushion. You can feel the tension as you keep your motion. 

“Faster, honey, you gotta go faster.” 

You obey. If it helps, it can’t be bad. Maybe you’re helping them too. 

His voice clogs in his throat and he grunts as his breath picks up. He chokes on his words, “too... fast--” 

He bites down and suddenly spasms. His nails dig into your skin and you yipe as warm spills out over your fingers, leaking under them and smearing onto his dick. You don’t stop. You don’t want to get in trouble. 

He twitches and grabs your wrist, slowing your pace as he curls his shoulders forward. He exhales and stills you completely.  

“Honey, that’s... woah. That--” 

“What the fuck is this?” Bucky sneers. 

You turn and raise your gooey hand. Steve sighs and sits back. You stare at Bucky in horror and fix the top of your dress. 

“I... I’m helping,” you sputter. 

“Oh yeah? I’m out running around, trying to find a damn label maker,” he marches forward and tosses it on the table between the game boards. “And you’re playing around?” 

You get up and look at your slimy palm. You don’t like the feeling as it cools quickly. You grab a tissue from the box under the lamp and wipe your hand. You ball the tissue in your fist as Bucky huffs. 

“Steve...” he growls. 

“Sergeant,” you approach him nervously, “would... would it help if I gave you a kiss?” 

Bucky flinches and gives you a mean look, “what?” 

“Oh, uh,” you look at Steve. “I’m trying to be good. Is that bad? I thought--” 

“Honey, go on, give him a kiss. He’s just surprised.” Steve coaxes. 

“Oh, er,” you put your hands behind them. You should clean them properly. You watch your feet as you near Bucky, stepping on the boards but not over the lines. 

You stop before him and he looks down at you. There’s a stitch in his forehead. He doesn’t look happy like Steve. His eyes meet yours. They’re as blue as gemstones. You stand on your toes and pucker. 

Slowly, he bends to meet your kiss. A quick but firm brush of your lips. Steve snickers. 

“You being shy?” He taunts. “Honey, go on. Give him another kiss, a real kiss.” 

You watch Bucky as he glares at Steve. He looks at you again and steps closer. He puts his hands on your hips and draws you in. He bends and smothers you, his tongue bursting past your lips. You hum in surprise as he squeezes your hips. 

His metal hand crawls up your back. It tickles behind your neck then to your head. He holds you against him as he deepens his kiss, growling through his nose.  

His other hand drifts down to your skirt. His fingers creep under the fabric and tickle along your thigh. He scoops his hand around your ass and squeezes. You whimper and catch yourself on his arms. His grip on your head tightens and he locks you in. 

His fingers poke beneath your bum and he feels along your lips. You twitch and squirm in his grasp. It’s too much, too fast. 

“Buck,” Steve girds, “cool it.” 

Bucky snarls and nibbles your lip as he parts from your mouth. He looks you up and down, his eyes dilated, and drags his hand up your ass, lifting the skirt slightly as he does. 

“Being nice,” Bucky drawls. 

“You sure are, sergeant,” Steve stands and sneers. “Isn’t she a good girl? We made a lot of progress, right, sweetheart?” 

“We played battleship,” you say. “Oh. Er, thank you for the label maker, sergeant.” 

“Hmm, no problem,” his eyes flick to Steve, “that all the thanks I get?” 

“Oh, I--” You look to Steve for help. He doesn’t. “Would you like... a coffee? Or-- 

“Doll, that hurts. You give Steve all that sweetness and what do I get?” Bucky sniffs. 

“Steve? But he was hurting. He...” you grimace. “You want me to help you?” 

He glances at Steve again and quickly back to you, “sure, doll. That’s exactly what I want.” 

“Show him what you learned, honey,” Steve pats your shoulder and back up. 

Bucky brushes by you, closely. He tugs the back of your skirt. He goes to the couch and drops onto the cushion. He unbuckles his belt and undoes his fly. He reaches into his pants and strokes himself as he brings his dick through the split zipper. 

He looks at you. You flit over to him, mindful of the lines, and sway right before you reach the couch. You stare for a moment before you can make yourself get on the couch. You climb on your knees and he reaches around you as you sit back on your heels. His hand spreads across one side of your ass. 

You squeak and wiggle in his grasp. His cheek dimples. He’s almost smiling. 

“She’s got a nice ass, huh, sergeant?” Steve steps closer. 

“Mhmm,” Bucky answers from his throat. 

“Tell her,” Steve says. 

“Doll, you got a nice ass,” Bucky says. 

You giggle nervously, unsure how to react. “Thank you, sergeant.” 

“See, we’re all learning. Giving praise, right?” 

“Steve,” Bucky growls. 

“Honey, go on, look at how bad the sergeant needs you.” 

You once more look down at Bucky’s lap. He’s just as big as Steve. You think. You gently wrap your hand around his dick. He groans and pushes his head back. He stretches his other arm across the back of the couch. 

“Tighter,” Steve guides as he watches from the other side of the coffee table. You squeeze and Bucky moans. “Now, start.” 

You pump your hand up then down. You fidget on your heels, his fingers curling into your flesh. A swirl of sensations stir inside of you. 

You keep your hand working from tip to base. You watch the motion intently. The more you do, the weirder you feel. Not in a bad way. 

You squeeze your thighs together at the pulsing between them. There’s a slickness in your folds. You shift again. 

“Are you getting wet?” Steve asks. 

You gasp. Bucky laughs. “She is.” 

“I--I—I didn’t mean too--” 

“Shh, honey, keep going. You're not done, are you?” Steve commands. 

“No, uh, yes, Captain.” 

You move your hand faster. This time, bit by bit. You remember how Steve shook and told you too much. Bucky shakes and rubs your ass with his fingertips, his other hand clutching the seam of the couch. 

“Fuck...” he hisses and his hips jerk. Ropes of thick cum explode from him and streak down his grey jeans. He groans and grunts as he empties himself down the denim and your hand. You slow as he breathes shallowly. 

“Are you okay?” You asks. 

“Mmm,” he hums and tilts his chin down. 

“You are so good, honey,” Steve comes closer. “Ah,” he catches your wrist, “now, it your turn.” 

“My... turn?” You echo.” 

He drags you away from Bucky and sit you on the couch. He lets go of your arm and you hold your wet hand up. He puts your feet on the cushions, knees wide so your exposed to the room. You whimper and wriggle. 

“You,” he grabs your wrist again, “are going to show yourself some love now.” He pushes your cum-coated fingers against your folds. He guides you with his thumb against your index and middle fingers. “Like this.” 

He moves your fingers against your clit. You suck in a sharp breath and gasp. Your fingertips glide through your slickness. You’re so wet. 

“Mmm, see how much you like helping?” He purrs and keeps your fingers gliding, “does that feel good?” 

You nod and whine. He once more pulls at the front of your dress. He gently takes his hand away from yours. 

“Keep going.” 

“Yes... Captain,” you shiver and roll your fingers, around and around. 

He hooks the fabric beneath your tits and leans in. He cradles your chest in his hands, bouncing it, then buries his face in your cleavage. He groans and rocks his head between your tits. He traces his mouth along your skin, nipping you, then closes his lips around your nipple. 

You quiver as the pressure in your core plucks with the sensation of his mouth on your chest. You look down at Steve’s head, your fingers flicking faster without a thought. Bucky sidles closer and pets your head. 

“You going to cum again?” He clucks. “Gonna be a good girl?” 

You heave and close your eyes as the waves crest and crash over you. You spasm as your insides tangles and your nerves boil. You squeal as the release quivers in your thighs and dribbles down from your cunt. 

Steve pulls backs and licks his lips. Your hand falls limp against your thighs and he smirks. He looks at Bucky. 

“See, sergeant, she’s getting better. We just need to keep up our work,” Steve says. 

[milkthemilkman]

FRANCIS MOSSES X FEMALE READER (PT 1)

SUBMISSIVE FRANCIS

The click of the door, accompanied by the sound of keychains hitting against eachother takes your attention from the television. It's none other than your boyfriend, Francis, coming back home with the food you requested in his hand. "I'm home." He announces, as if you didn't already know. Taking off his shoes, he pulls the key out of the hey hole, and he steps inside the building. Kneeling down, he picks up his shoes, opens the cabinet right next to door and places the shoes inside, then closes both of the doors. His usual tired and stoic face turns up into a little grin as soon as he sees you approach him. He was quick to wrap his arms around you and lean down to give you a little peck. "Mm. Knowing you will be home when I come back makes my day a lot easier." He mumbles as he presses his forehead against yours, not being able to help himself from going in for a second kiss. He just couldn't get enough of you. The kiss lasted a few seconds. Then a few more. And a few more. The only reason he pulled back was because he was reminded of the bag of food in his hand. "Mm, darling. The food." His grin grew wider as he lifted up the bag of Chinese food. Even though he didn't want to, he removed his hands from your waist, and walked towards the living room, where he placed the bag of food on the table. "Be right back.." he mumbled, unbuttoning his shirt as he walked towards the bedroom. He opened the door and walked inside, but as soon as he closed the door, it was opened right back, your perverted glance on his body. He had expected you to be busy taking the containers out of the plastic bag. "Is there something you need?" He questioned as he turned around, but only when he tossed aside his button up, he realized your intentions. "Oh.." his face reddened as he watched you close the door behind yourself and walk closer to him. "Couldn't wait until after dinner?" He chuckled, his cheeks flushing. But obviously, once you kissed him, there was no way he was about to pull back. Closing his eyes, he leaned down a little to deepen the kiss, feeling your hands on his neck. He let you back him up onto the bed, and once there was no more room for his feet, he sat on the bed. You were quick to sit on his lap, and he very invitingly wrapped his arms around your waist as soon as you did. "Mm.." he groaned into your mouth as he felt your hips move on his lap. As tired as he might be, he could never, ever refuse you. As your lips parted from his, you trailed soft kisses along his jawline, sending shivers down his spine. "I can't resist you," he whispered hoarsely, his hands roaming over your curves as you playfully tugged at his belt, slowly undoing it with your hangs as you kiss his neck. "Francis," you breathed out, "I need you now." His breath hitched, and he responded by claiming your lips once more, deepening the kiss, his hands sliding under your shirt, exploring the sensitive skin of your back. The scent of your perfume filled his nostrils, and the heat of your body against his sent his desire soaring. With a low growl, he broke away, his eyes darkening with desire. "I've been wanting you since this morning," he admitted, his voice rough with passion.

As you once again trailed kisses down from his neck, to his chest, then down to Francis's abs, his heart raced in anticipation. A low growl escaped Francis, his fingers tangling in your hair as you slowly got off of his lap onto the ground on your knees, face to face with the waistband of his pants. He watched you take off the belt quickly, then unbutton his pants. He lifted his hips off the bed a little to make it easier for you to take the pants off, and it came down along with his boxers as soon as you pulled down, his length up and rock hard for you. It was embarrasing to him a little. All if took was a few minutes of kissing and a few touches on your skin for him to get so solid.. but you made him feel so weak. With a hungry look in his eyes, he watched you lower yourself further as You ran your tongue along the delicate skin just above his groin, savoring the way his muscles contracted beneath your touch. His sharp intake of breath spurred you on, and you eagerly dove in, taking him into your mouth. The salty taste of his skin was something he was hoping would inconvenience you, but you didn't seem to mind at all as you bobbed your head. (PT 2)