#her BREASTS ARE SO BIG HOLY FUCK I JUST REALIZED THAT

[bagel-eatser]

A babe who cries at any minor inconveniences

[poguehearted77]

Hi!! I saw that your requests were open and I'm a big fan of your work and I was wondering if you could write something for rafe where reader is a pogue and they need to steal something from tanney hill but Rafe comes home unexpectedly and reader is supposed to distract him but they end up fucking >.< tyyy!!!

Oooh this is freaky. I love it.

My requests are still open.

smut!! -> >.<, penetrative sex, rafe gets flashed, dom! rafe, missionary, size kink, tummy bulge, rafe doesn't pull out..

In and out. That was the plan you and Sarah had agreed on. She would search through the office while you guarded the halls to make sure the coast remained clear.

Things got complicated. Plans changed when Sarah realized that Rafe had taken the liberty to add locks onto the cabinets where the files are kept. Your heartbeat drummed through your ears as you noticed the flash of headlights from Rafe's truck shine through the glass windows.

"Shit. Sarah, Rafe's back early. ETA on the files?" you panic, scurrying through the tiles halls until your feet take you into the office where the blonde crouched, picking the lock with a bobby pin. "I've almost got it. Distract Rafe, keep him as far from here as possible."

Your legs carried you as fast as they could, hoping to meet him outside the front door but he was already inside, your head bumping into his firm chest at full force, sending you tumbling to the ground. "Holy shit. What the-" He's mid-curse when he notices the face of the intruder. Your face.

"Y/n? What the hell are you doing in here?" His thoughts beat your lips to the answer as they geared the possibilities. His jaw locks as it dawns on him, "Where's Sarah, huh? Is she in here? You helping her steal from me now too?"

His steps are powerful as they begin to clear the premises but you desperately grab onto his bulging biceps. "No, Rafe! Stop." Not expecting him to obey so easily, he whips around, startling you.

Just over his shoulder, you see Sarah's head peek out of the office. She gives a wave with the needed files in hand. You had to make sure Rafe didn't turn around, at all costs.

"I thought you were different, y'know? I always thought you were too good to be hangin' with those pogues-" He's about to turn around while Sarah sneaks out the back. You do the first idiotic thing that comes to mind. Your fingers are hooking under the fabric of your top and heaving upwards to flash him your tits.

His sentences break off into chopped, undecided stutters and his hands slowly reach for your round mounds. His hands were hesitating until you gave him a slight nod. "H-holy shit. Most fuckin' perfect pair of tits I've ever seen." His mind is racing to catch up with his hands that gently massage your breasts and you let out a soft moan.

That's the last time either of your clothes were still draped across your bodies. The interaction was quickly followed by uncalculated steps and heated kisses toward the couch where he'd laid you down and fucked you dumb.

"You feel that?" Rafe relishes in the depths of your soaked cunt that sucked in his generous length. Summoning him to a state of bliss, serving a sentence he wished would last the rest of his lifetime.

His hand is placed arrogantly on your lower abdomen where the outline of his girth could be seen pushing up against your insides. Surely, the question is rhetorical as you'd been reduced to a whimpering mess under his touch.

"My dick's splittin' you open. You fuckin' like that shit?" His hips snap, and you squeal, your whole body jolting with every moment of his much bigger one. The sight of you beneath him was more than enough to get him riding along the edge of ecstasy.

"You got the best fuckin' pussy on the island, goddamnit." His lower lip is tucked between hiss teeth, doing his best to hold himself back.

Rafe wouldn't deny any allegations of previously imagining having you in this very position, but the reality puts the products of his imagination to great shame. "R-rafe!" You moan, unbelievably turned on by your 'sworn enemy'.

"Yeah-- shit. Me too." It's not long before his thrusts begin to falter with strained grunts but added force, and he cums not long after you do. He slowly pulls out, admiring the stringy white cum that kept you connected before he realizes what he's done.

"Rafe..." You slowly sit up, dreading the consequences of his actions. "Fuck--I know, shit. I jus' got so caught up- and your pussy jus' felt so good. I wasn't thinking straight." You're both scavenging to get your clothes on as he rambles on.

He reaches into his back pocket and grabs a wad of cash, "Go get a plan B, and we can both act like this never happened, okay?" With a cold gaze, you pocket the money before rushing outside where the Twinkie is waiting for you around the corner out of sight.

"Y/n! Oh my god what took you so long? We thought Rafe had done something to you." Sarah gasps once you finally pull open the doors of the van. Your head shakes, "Nothing. Just Rafe being Rafe, let's go."

[starboye]

starring: lip gallagher x male reader

request: top reader and lip gallagher?, I don't know they've been trying for a while to have their first time but they are always interrupted by one of Lip's brothers, Fiona even caught them kissing in their underwear once,Do you like biting and have a big thing for breasts?

warnings: smut, making out, caught

to say it was hard to get laid in the gallagher house would be an understatement it was borderline impossible, from everyone running in and out of the house to you and lip being interrupted every 5 minutes when you were trying to make out and get in the mood.

and it was the first time so you wanted it to be special but you couldn't 'get it on' as carl put when every 30 minutes you had a new brother bursting through the door to get something, it was either ian and mickey pushing through the door making out to or carl coming in to grab something of his own, calling you some joking names before walking out.

once before, you and lip were making out on his bed in nothing but your underwear when the house was quiet and empty, or so you thought because all of a sudden you heard the door open and turned to see a shocked fiona standing there, just as lip got up to explain the sight in front of her "i didn't see anything" she said slamming the door.

it killed the mood instantly and you just ended up making out for the day, but now you were sure you could have a good time, lip called each of his siblings and told them he needed the house to himself and although they were definitely annoyed at the request they agreed to stay out of the house for the day so you two could finally do it.

now nicely layed in lips bed with him over you, him kissing at your neck as you took care of his and yours clothes leaving you both nude, you take in the holy sight of lips beautiful body, cupping his cheeks to meet your eyes with his "don't look at me like that" he says, a hint of red brightening his cheeks as you give him a coy smile.

"like what" you ask kissing him "like you wanna fuck me" lip chuckles "but i do, really really bad" you coo in a sultry tone, you could feel lip get harder "and i know you want me too" you whisper in his ear, tapping your dick against his ass, he looks down at you with eyes you couldn't really decipher, they had want, desperation, lust fullness, happiness, and nervousness all at the same time.

"please" lip lowly says, embarrassed by his own desperateness for your cock as he hides his face in your neck "m'kay then" you smirk at his shyness and kiss his neck before putting some spit on your tip and rubbing against his hole, letting out a little whimper from him "can i go" you ask pulling his ass apart "mhm yeah" he says.

you slowly push into lips hole, earning a moan from his mouth as he holds onto you for comfort and without even realizing you make it all the way in, to enthralled in lips noises that your hips were moving on their own, lip gasps at the feeling of being so full of you, if he was being honest he dreamed of this every night when he was jerking of but he'd never actually tell you that.

"can i move" you ask holding his hips in place, lip nods shakily with labored breaths as you begin stretching him out slowly but surely, and if you had to admit you were strangely close to cumming already, it was like lip was trying to milk you for every drop of cum and you weren't totally against it "are you trying to make me cum faster" you ask choking back a moan "mgh" was all lip manged to let out making you smirk "naughty boy" you mutter.

hearing you call him a naughty boy lip bit down on your neck lightly leaving a mark which you were definitely not going to cover up in the morning, lip presses you down into the bed before finally lifting his head to look at you, without any words he begins fucking himself on your cock, letting out a whine at he feels his good spot get grazed by you tip over and over.

"yeah just like that m'close" you lowly coo caressing his sides and holding onto his hips to keep him going before throwing your head and filling him up, lips eyes widening with how your cock spurts your cum into him "so fucking full" lip whimpers falling onto your chest.

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[ohbo-ohno]

Have you ever considered trans!fem Soap? And the way Ghost would use it to ruin her? Like they have been together for awhile and someday she gathers all her courage to tell him. And he doesn't react negatively but he also doesn't get it either. What he does get is that Soap really really likes being called a girl (he already knew that since Johnny always comes faster when he tries to demean him like that) and if that makes Soap even easier to own, why not? So he buys Soap all the pretty dresses (though it's mostly lingerie) and make-up and reaps the benefits. It's not like he cares about gender as long as Johnny still takes what Simon gives out.

And when he wants to punish Johnny? Gone are the feminine terms, he makes a point to use male terms for him in every other sentence. In bed and on the job. Makes Johnny feel even more disgusted with herself and drives her dysphoria to therefore unknown levels.

But he gives Soap a place to be herself. And he protects her, even if he doesn't understand that this is not just some kink for her. In time she brings up how badly she wants to transition. And at first, Ghost refuses outright, forbidding her from speaking about it again (Soap is distraught, but she wouldn't dare risk making Ghost leave her). But he starts to do his own research. And realizes that if Soap gains one more hole for him to fuck and even bigger tits for him to grab, Simon wins. Simon wins so hard. So he gives his okay for the transition. Says he'll even pay for it, arrange for everything to get done as fast and as good as possible. And he'll make sure she still has a place in the military after it. But. Simon gets to choose. Simon gets to decide what her cunt is going to look like and he gets to decide how big her tits are going to be. It's his investment after all. And since it's his investment, it's his decision to deny Soap hormones. Ghost likes Soaps body hair. Likes the way he smells after a work out. Likes the way his face looks, before and after he has punched it black and blue. So hormones are a no go. Soap doesn't want Ghost to not like her new body, does she? She agrees.

(Ghost wishes for the procedure to have a few hic ups. Enjoys telling Soap how fun it's gonna be if she gets nerve damage from the operation and will not be able to cum while he works her over. How her second hole is gonna be just as useless as her first, still just a boy pussy that can't get slick on its own. Delights in telling her how their coworkers are gonna react to the undeniable evidence of her perversion, how he will make sure that Soap will still be using the communal showers for the men.)

(Soap doesn't want her transition to be like this. Has to barf at the thought of finally having breasts and them being covered in hair. But she can't go on like this anymore, not with that thing between her legs, not with no real breasts. It will be better, she thinks. At least Simon will still own me)

i have nothing to add to this but it made me hot as hell so i'm posting it. holy shit

[aramastus]

God's sight Ch5

On the way to the office, Enddy keeps looking over at Hivion's large gut with a small pout. Hivion raises a brow “Is something wrong?” Enddy “Ah! No” and looks away. Hivion starts laughing “Wait are jealous that it's not you in here?”  Enddy Huffs crossed her arms looking away “ NO!” Blushing. Hivion smiles that is so cute.  It has been quite some time sent he ate anyone other than her.  Parking the car and getting out they head up to the 3rd floor Enddy was surprised they are so few nonhumans… maybe 10? 3 of them were on the 3rd floor. 

Enddy looking around how big and nice the place walks right into someone. They warp their arms around her “OH my your a cutie! Are you  the  Boss’s Daughter in law? He won't shut up about you!” Endy's face is bright red as she realizes her head against this woman's breast holy crap she is tall.  Hivion sighs “Niurku, please let her go”  The woman laughs “Oh I'm sorry you were just so cute!” enddy looks up at the woman, she had tan skin, black hair white colored lion ears, a tail, and red eyes.

Enddy “Felinekin?” not realizing she said it out loud. Niurku smiles “Yup! Oh don't worry no one here will want to eat you” Enddy jumps but say nothing.

Niurku waves her hand around “No no sorry I just mean non of us eat humans or magic users like  Hivion! If anyone does try and need help my husband is the big scary-look guy down the hall” She points down the hall to rather a tall man almost 7ft, built will long white hair with one small braid of black hair, sharp red eyes, looks like he ready to end anyone who talks to him. as she keeps talking “Tyaax do not worries he looks scary but he is super sweet, oh he is a vampire but only drinks the Anmailkin blood he grows up on, and human blood tastes funny to him, Sorry, I’m very forwarded” Enddy smiles this Niurku gives off a warm motherly Aura it is bright green so she means no harm to enddy “ Thank you miss. Niurku” She laughs “No no Just Niurku please I may be old but don need to call me Miss”  Enddy “Thank you” Hivion was happy Enddy was super nervous before coming up here but she seem cool down “ Hey Enddy let go days office” Enddy waves to smiling Niurku. 

Entering  the biggest office in build Enddy is grabbing pulls in a strong tight hug lifted off the ground “ IT has been a while sweetie!” Zinc says. Enddy is muffled by his chest but she hugs him back the best she can. He has more muscles and is big over than Hivion Zinc like 6’8 or something. Hivion “Dad you're going break her” Zinc lets Enddy down “Oh sorry!” Enddy laughs “ It's alright Mr. Xentech” Zinc frowns and puts a hand on her head “Hey I told you to call me dad!” Enddy “Oo-oh is right sorry… Dad..” Hivion “I’ll be back keep an eye on her.” Zinc “Sure where are-” Hivion was already gone. Zinc sighs as he leads enddy over to the couch to sit down. “Where is rushing off to?”

Enddy pouts “to let out his breakfast” looking away. Zinc “ Oh my are you jealous he ate someone else?” Enddy jumped to stand stomping her foot “ I AM NOT!” Zinc smirks “Alright alright my bad” she so he thinks to himself.  Zinc “ I'm sorry about the house having stuff still in I will get that fix soon I promise’ Enddy flops back down “It's alright thank you for such a nice house”   Zinc “ your far too sweet Kiddo, Oh did accept the job offer?”  Enddy “ I will do my best!” smiling. Zinc “I know you will sweetie” smiles back. By this time Hivion comes back into the room sitting down next to Enddy. Enddy gasps holding her chest. Hivion “Enddy! Is she burning up… fuck right now? Really?” Zinc “What's going on??” Rush over touching Enddy “Her skin is almost as hot as hellfire. What is this?” Hivion “ I will explain in a minute get me as much water as you can please” Zinc heads off. Hivion “I swear the world just has out for her” placing a hand on her head shrinking to about the size of hard candy Placing her in his mouth he cringes of burning of his tongue. He will live it for Enddy he burned to death for her. Rolling her around in his mouth trying to cool her off somewhat.  Zinc comes back with a gallon jug of cold water. Hivion staches form gulp gulp gulp he down water as well Enddy. Groaning some drank all water “Ugh… im so bloated…” Zinc “Where is Enddy?” Hivion rests his hand on his belly closing his eye he feels sick he is so full of water… but Enddy needs to be inclosed space with cold water… well his stomach has away been what he does. Cause she ends up passing out for an unknown amount of time. Zinc watches his son with worry for him and Enddy. “ hey you alright?” Hivion opens his eyes “Ya just lot water…. Not first time… won't be last” he groans. Zinc “What the hell happened? Why did she suddenly turn into a heater?”  Hivion “ It Side effect of her God’s sight…. It is random we have no idea what makes it worse or better. Her body suddenly produces so much magic that it becomes painful and hot for her, she is in so much pain she cant talk or move. I have to cool her down as fast as I can or try to, it would be a life-threatening fever for a normal human. But it just put her in so much pain it can last anywhere from a day to a week. I drain as much magic as I can from her as well. But I turn my stomach in a cool bath for her when first happen. She will end up falling unconscious soon.” rubbing his stomach the pain in his eyes breaks Zinc’s heart. 

Hivion “People say it is a blessing but I fucking Curse… they don't see how hard it is for her… how much pain it causes” griping the shirt above his stomach “ I don't know what going on lately… she ends up inside me so much... And all attacks it like God’s are against her…. She talked about living inside my stomach forever….. This world” Hivion eyes turn completely red. The room started shaking, the book fell from the shelves, and the floor was cracking. WACK! Hivion head slings forward from the force of the blow “...ow…” Zinc standing behind sighs “ Dumb ass destroying my office won't make it better” Hivion sheepish grin “Sorry… I've been trying to stay calm for a while sent Enddy would blame herself if saw me pissed off” Zinc jumps over the couch and lands next to his son on it “I get it but still you need work on when taking it out… you just like your mother in that way” 

Hivion “You say that lot” closing his eye and leaning his head back “Also did have hit me so fucking hard” Zinc “No but I felt like it” Hivion “ asshole” Zinc laughs “That's how to take to you old man” Hivion “ only when Enddy can't yell at me for it” Zinc “ big bad Demon Princes is whipped by cute little human” Hivion “ I herd you where same with mom” Zinc “ oh 100%...Well, now better time than any I guess…so I checked in cult kidnaping demons. It's bad news they are trying to create man-made demons…or turn humans into demons. And God's children are on the move looking for Enddy…well God's sight"

Hivion" You fucking kidding me right?? Also, why would cult let me go then?"

Zinc " Me and your mom. As long they don't touch you we said we would leave them alone. Plus that woman I believe is the old Freind of your mother but why she is doing stuff that I don't know? And sadly I'm not they on the move someone or something tipped them off that god sight host is in this city and moving into the city as we speak" 

Hivion " god it's like the world wants her to stay in my gut….or for her to suffer"

Zinc "You should always go to my kingdom in the underworld and live there"

Hivion" Have her around an eating demon 24l7 ya that good idea"

Zinc "they only the dammed and evil she would be fine. Like me, who foods of pain and suffer…." He got a lot from what just happened to Enddy but that breaks his heart. Anyone else other than this son and enddy would not bother him.

Hivion " still don't think it a good idea" 

Zinc "Alright…." He does not what to say or at this point just stares at the window behind his desk. 

After a few minutes, Hivion stands up " do have any more info on where God's children are going be?" Zinc " No but I'm working on it. For it best keeps her as close as possible even if that means inside you for a while" 

Hivion runs his hand to his hair with a sigh" Hate that your right. I don't want to keep them on a leash or trapped….tho she won't say anything about it. I need to take care of God's children so we can have a bit of peace"

Zinc " Son don’t do anything stupid trying to take them on alone would be suicidal." 

Hivion " I know….but we can't sit around and do Notting while plotting to enslave Enddy!" 

Zinc growls "Do think I'd sit back and do Notting?"

Hivion looks back at his father he was annoyed "No but I'm impatient with everything that happens to Enddy…." Rest a hand on his middle. "I just want her to be able to be free and happy." 

Zinc places a hand on his son's shoulder " I know I do as well".

Hivion went to his office trying to force his work. Getting forced into he gasps and groans as his stomach is now beach ball size "shit….this why to hate shrinking magic" he will just leave it be for now Enddy is sleeping and his cloaking spell stop no human form sees his stomach. It was easy for him to force himself on his work now. Just something about him being in cases in his flesh tightly, so close safe and that she always falls asleep inside him. It relaxes him and makes him feel all warm and fuzzy that she is so comfortable with him like this.

Hivion heads out of his office to get something cold to drink when he is almost run over by Niurku. Who stops maybe a few inches from his stomach and frowns “Did eat that poor girl! I know you have to eat people with magic and I know she ok with it but really? Does she ever get a break!” tapping her foot. Hivion puts his hand up “ Hey, yes I did but not cause I need to eat… she was having Epdiodes of extreme fever” 

 Niurku “Fever? Oh the side of effect…”  looks down at the belly with pity “ She does not get any kind of break, does she? I don't mean from you”  He sighs resting his hand on his stomach “No but I'm trying to fix that... But it long term plan, Oh I need to get something cool to drink to keep her body cold” Niurku steps out of his way shaking her head he ate a giant balloon even if only nonhumans can see it. He looks so silly. Heading down to the break room on the 2nd floor. As he goes open the door to the room he hears a scream rips open the door. He sees a female spider demon trying to eat a man “ HEY! You know not aloud do that work!” The woman laughs “What about you?” Hivion ‘ this is my wife, not my coworker and she was willing!” the Woman growls as drags the man closer by Webb on his foot. Hivion growls “I'm not in the mood for this today!” a black light cuts the webbing on the legs the guy starts to run off Hivion sighs he going to have to track him down now. Woman “ What the hell  why do you get to eat on the clock but I can't?”  Hivion trying not to Lose his cool his dad will kill him blows up the 2nd floor “Did not hear part She my wife and WILLING, also I don't kill when I eat you do” Well not anymore. The spider woman crawls at him at high speeds. Before she gets to him she was slammed into the wall by two feet siding her inside of the head and yelling “ FUCK OFF”  Hivion jumps back striped looking to where a random person comes from there is a black portal.  Looking back at the person. It man about 5ft 4 long half black hair and half light blue, Sharp canines, and Golden brown eyes. In a business suit, It was his Cuzion Dane. Dane smiles “Hiya cuz-o” Hivion just waves very confused.   Dane Walking up to Hivion stops then push in on his belly Hivion growls and lifts Dane off the ground by his neck “Do not touch her” Dane “Eeeek Whao sorry dude didn't know it was Enddy! Put me down please!”  Hivion drops Dane on his ass who offs “Geez you so rude for someone just got his ass saved” Hivion raises his brow “You do realize id have been fine right?” Dane know he would be still he saved him “ Surrrre” Hivion “Whatever what do want?” Tying up the spider woman with demonic chains after forcing her back into her human form. Dane “ Uncle Zinc called me and asked me to come work here 'cause he going to need help with something” Hivion “ Great” grads 3 bottles of water down them. Then gets some Ice tea cans “Well take this woman to Dad I have work to do” Dane” Awwww but-” Hivion “ GO” Dane Eeps getting up throwing the woman over his shoulder and zooming off leaving a gust of wind behind that surprised all works but no one knows where it comes to form.

Making it back to his Office flops down putting his arms over his eyes “Really… Why Dane? He fucking clumsy…Whatever dad usually knows what he doing”  Movement in his middle made him jump “Enddy?” No reply from her he sighs “ Just rest for now love you safe” gently patting his stomach.

On the way home Hivion was annoyed his dad stuck him with Dane to stay at his place. He loves his cousin but he can be annoying. Tho seriously he was quiet on the way home.  Walking into House Dane finally speaks “ Hey do only your woman or do eat others as well? Do eat nonhumans” Hivion raise his brow taking his coat and shoes off “Where did that come from? Are worried I may eat you?”  Shiver goes down Dane's spine making him stand straight up “Eh..what no” Hivion “Yes I normally only eat Enddy, yes I can eat nonhuman but they have to have magic, and I will only eat you if annoy and enddy not in my belly”   Dane “ w-w-what? That's not cool!” Hivion shrugs grabbing a Drink he going be sick he drinks so much but keeps Enddy from being in pain he will deal with it.  Gives Soda to Dane who takes it and then sits down away from Hivion. Hivion shakes his head “I was Joking Dane I would not eat you unless I had to for some reason”  Dane “Oh…: just sips his soda. Hivion “ Are you that scared of me?” Turning the tv on to some horror show. Dane “Ya kinda….” Hivion Sighs “I guess that's not a bad thing, but your family” Dane's smile awarkred it more he is scared of Hivion listing his Temper like he heard he did earlier in Zinc’s office. 

Dane “ So I guess it is true that spend more time inside you outside?”

Hivion rests both hands on his bulging stomach “ Normally no, lately yes, Form some reasons thing have seem gotten much worst, normally she only ends up in here” pokes his stomach “Once a week for a few hours, or if she has an issue sleeping. But due all attacks and well now her Fever” sighing looking down disappointed at his gut gently rubbing it. 

Dane “Don't like that she's in there?” Hivion “Yes but not this much, I love her with her being here all time, I don't get to see her as much hold her see her laugh or smile… I know it keeps her safe and helps me as well but still…it was for a better reason like she wanted to be not that she had to be”

Dane looks at Hivion with pity in his eyes “Ah… sorry Cuz” Hivion sighs running their hand tho his hair “ It’s fine… just need to get rid of God’s children and that will be one less threat… find out why attacks have been more often than before”

Dane “At least she's safe right?” trying to make Hivion feel a bit better. Hivion “Ture….im going to my room help yourself to anything in the house” Stands hand on his belly like how pregnant do when standing up in the later stages of pregnancy. Dane hides his face to not laugh. 

Hivion laying on his left side in bed curls around Enddy “ I’m sorry love I will fix this I promise”

[facelessoldgargoyle]

me unfollowing you to avoid spoilers like

Yeah, I’ve was talking to some friends about how deeply compelling so many of the female characters are! As an aside, I want to beat my “Taylor is gay and the author doesn’t know” drum That’s a whole post in and of itself, but in short, I think that talking about literally every girl’s breasts is something wildbow is doing without thinking about it, but it makes Taylor sound like a lesbian who doesn’t realize she’s a lesbian yet!

Anyways, holy shit! that Brian lore is so wild! Re: “feelings are for girls,” I was thinking of Brian, an aside that two rando boys have in an interlude somewhere, and Weld having to push the boy wards to go to therapy. Sometimes when it happens it seems like a deliberate character flaw, and sometimes it just seems like Wildbow going “yeah boys are like that.” It’s so rewarding to realize that Brian falls in the former category! And it explains so much about him! His early obsession with “rep,” which makes sense as a strategy to take, but not necessarily the only one they could have taken. It comes from his desire to be seen as big and strong and unbreakable! His distress over Taylor stepping up as team leader. He seems practical and he clearly respects and trusts Taylor, so I was surprised how strongly he felt—but of course, it comes from his trauma over having to be in control in order to protect himself and Aisha! God!

Re: Rachel. I totally forgot that she wears skirts. Blacked it out from my mind. That’s so wild.

I’m so fond of Rachel largely because her disregard of social constructs, and as an extension, gender. She’s treated poorly by people who don’t understand her, and I’m so glad that Taylor takes the time to figure her out and extend an olive branch. She deserves everything.

Re: Alec. I definitely get the impression from the uhhh everything about him that he’s gnc, but there’s nothing in there (at least so far) about how he feels about that. There’s a fair amount of time dedicated to all of the undersiders except Aisha and Alec, and it’s a shame. There’s a secret chapter that lives in my head revolving around Alec being a toxic, bitchy bisexual twink and Aisha picking up all his bad habits, and the fucked up best-friends-forever relationship they develop. That’s also another post, though.

The way gender is performed in worm is soooo weird. Most of the time, wildbow is pretty good about having people act like people, but sometime people act like they’re in Sex and the City.

There’s this exchange in arc 4 or 5 ish, where Taylor is having lunch with the undersiders sans Rachel, and they get huge greasy burgers. Lisa says to Taylor “ugh I bet you never gain any weight!” “I have to work to put it on. If it makes you feel better, this will be terrible for my skin.” “It does make me feel better!” Teehee

Literally what ??? One of my friends said that she and her friends used to do the whole “compliment/deny compliment & compliment you back” routine in middle school, so I guess real people do this sometimes. It feels straight out of a sitcom, though, and it’s such a weird tonal shift.

[bodyhopper-files]

Boyfriend of the week.

“What is this room?” Jessica’s little brother was startled to find himself suddenly in a place so unfamiliar, “Who’s room is this?”

Then, he noticed the body he was in.

“Holy fuck!” he thought, “I’m jacked!”

He looked down at his biceps, eyebrows raised, as if his own body surprised him.

“Oh, no…” he realized with a sinking feeling… “I think I’ve seen this dude’s body before…”

He turned and stared into the nearest reflective surface and saw the face of his sister’s boyfriend-of-the-week, Anthony. His eyes were big and his lips were full. He looked like a romantic hero.

“Shit, this dude is a hunk! Nice job, sis!” he gave himself a flex in the mirror but then the next sinking feeling set in. “Oh, no… My sister… Is now my girlfriend!”

“Everything okay out there, baby cakes?” he heard his sister’s voice call out from the bathroom just on cue, “You’re being quiet!”

“Uh, yeah,” the boy squeaked out in an unfamiliar developed tenor voice, “Everything’s fine… baby cakes.”

He almost threw up at calling his sister that.

“We have so much to do before this evening, naughty boy!” Jessica hollered from the bathroom, “I’m going to need you to dry me off and then I have to finish getting ready, while you get yourself ready!”

“Uh, ok…” the boy replied, with a little more confidence.

Feeling more aroused than freaked out at the prospect of getting himself off with his sister, he walked over to the door and opened it for her, so she could slip into the bedroom with her towel wrapped around her slim, sexy body.

“Damn, babe, lemme see what’s under that towel,” the boy said in a commanding tone that was completely uncharacteristic of him but which now poured out from him like a hot, hungry beast.

Jessica had never seen this unrestrained side of her boyfriend before. She liked it.

Without saying a word, she let the towel drop to the floor and stood stark naked right in front of him. He looked down and got a good, hard peek at her gorgeous, curvy body. She flung her long, slim legs around him, climbed up his athletic body and wrapped her legs around his narrow, muscular hips.

He reached down, grabbed her round ass and hoisted her up to where he could take a closer look at his new prize. His own sister, now a hungry slut for his hunky, muscular body. He pressed her warm figure against his hard abs and uninhibitedly felt her soft, supple breasts.

She felt his hard, throbbing member between her legs and reached down to rub him.

“Like what you’re feeling, baby cakes?” she asked in a teasing tone.

“I’m feeling like I’m getting lucky tonight – real fucking lucky,” he said in a voice that he’d never used with his sister, but which he was now discovering belonged to the sexy hunk she had been lusting after.

She stood back, spread her legs a little and then let his hard cock press up against her wet, tight cunt. It felt so good.

“Fuck, I never thought my own sister could make me feel this fucking horny.”

“Wait,” he tried to say, but his sister’s mouth was already inches away from his cock. He looked at her and watched as her lips formed an ‘o’.

“Never mind,” he thought to himself with his cock bobbing in and out of his sister’s juicy mouth, “She’ll never know. This is my room, this is my body, and my sister is my fucking bitch, gagging on my stud cock. I don’t care how I got here, but I do know that I’m not ever fucking leaving!”

As his sister knelt before him, her cheeks pink and glistening, he felt a familiar tugging in his groin. Her mouth opened, and she took his cock inside, and he let himself moan.

[svftvluv]

peter + thigh riding + mirror sex = best fucking sex possibly out there. peter just watching you get off on his thigh, watching your ass grind on the mirror grrrr oh my goodness. praise too, some 'good girl's and a tiny sprinkle of degrading holy fuck. 'look at you making a big mess on my pants, aren't you ashamed of yourself? look at the mirror and the art you've made on me.' hngghhh omggg 🤭🤭

Mirror Ride

Pairings: Peter Ballard x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: She’s stressed and if a quick thigh ride will help then she’ll take it.

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, praise kink, degradation kink(once), thigh riding, nipple sucking, spanking.

Author’s Note: Missed writing for my favorite toxic white boy.

reblogs are appreciated

“God, you’re so beautiful, princess.” His hands were placed on the sides of her hips as she moved them back and forth on his thigh. A shock of pleasure traveled throughout body every time her wet cunt gilded against the fabric on his body. “Fuck, feels so good, Peter.” He smirked to himself as he looked at her glossy face and then looked over at the mirror seeing her ass grind and make a mess on his white trousers. Her nurse uniform was raised up giving him a perfect view. God she was hot. If they weren’t on a time limit he would’ve wasted no time pushing her face against the mirror and relentlessly pounding into her. But they only had thirty minutes of lunch break before they both had to go back to work.

She held onto his shoulders, buried her face into his neck, and rode him faster. She needed this. She needed a way to destress herself and this was it. Being the only nurse in the lab meant she had a pile of duties to fulfill. Meaning she had no time to destress herself. So a quick thigh fuck was enough for her. “Atta girl, ride my thigh like that. You’re so good.” Along with the praises he spanked her ass. The mirror gave him a perfect view of the way her ass jiggled after every spank. She whined at the contact with his hand, but loved the feeling. She let out pleas, not knowing what she was begging for, but she couldn’t hold back. Peter took in the state of her. She was desperate, maybe she didn’t realize, but he knew. The way her body grinded against him aggressively and rapidly meant she had been dying to let all her pent up stress out.

“Peter kiss me, please, kiss me.” He fulfilled her wish and smashed his lips against hers, swallowing a moan of hers. He moved one of his hands to her neck pulling her away, “Unbutton your blouse, now.” She slowed her movements down and removed her blouse along with her bra since she got the memo. “Mmm good girl.” He removed his other hand from her hips and placed them on her breasts. His thumbs played with her nipple, squeezing them at times getting a whine out of her. “I want you to make a mess on my thigh, think you can do that for me.?” She frantically nodded her head. She began sliding her hips making her head lean back and eyes roll. She shut her eyes, losing herself in her pleasure. She felt the pit in her stomach forming fast.

Her breathing increased, same as the desperation in her. A warm pair of lips on her nipple caught her by surprise. She looked down to see Peter sucking on her nipple as he looked up at her. Her fingers tangled in his hair pushing him closer. He bounced his thigh helping her reach the orgasm that was creeping up on her. ‘Please don’t stop, Peter, please don’t.” Moans poured out of her lips as she humped Peter’s thigh faster and faster. Her body shivered and shaked as waves of pleasure washed over her. “Look at you making a big mess on my pants, aren't you ashamed of yourself? Look at the mirror and the art you’ve made on me. She turned her body to the side and saw his pants were drowned with her juices. “You’re such a dirty girl, princess.” She sank down onto his lap once she came down. “Feel better now, princess?” She leaned in and gave him a peck on his cheek. “Much better.”

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[elysianslove]

please use this ask to elaborate on mattsun’s dick <33

AH YES THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING gotta do this before i start fasting lmfao.  this ended up being sadder than i thought, but it just ends up being kinda sweet and sorta hot. also this was way longer than i intended. post in reference.  

warnings; big dick mattsun, throwing up, pain kink (?), painful sex, insecurities, consensual taping  

okay remember when i mentioned the insecurity thing? let’s dive deeper into that; third years and mattsun are at some sleepover thing. it’s a little before graduation, and they don’t when they’ll see each other next, so they’re trying to make most of the time that’s left. the conversation progresses to sex, as it naturally does, and each of them admits some horrifying or embarrassing sex story. 

iwaizumi had sex with a girl who was extremely kinky and asked him to slap her, but— they don’t call him ace for no reason. 

oikawa lost his virginity to this girl and she started her period halfway through, but he was really young and didn’t realize that was something that could just happen? it wasn’t that he was immature about it. it was more that he fainted. 

hanamaki found out he was allergic to flavored condoms when he lost his virginity, and it was not fun. 

but then it was mattsun’s turn, and they’re all waiting for his embarrassing sex story, till he hits them with, “i’ve never had sex though,” and each and every one of their eyes bulge out of their heads. it’s the last thing they’d been expecting from him, from cool, suave, charming mattsun, but he continues to swear by it. and when they demand the reason — surely you’ve gotten the chance to before? — he admits it to them: “apparently my dick is too big.” and it’s comical to say out loud, because he’s only gotten with a handful of girls, barely any for it to be firm hypothesis. he thinks he’ll one day meet someone that doesn’t think it’s too big, it won’t fit, um i can give you a handjob, if that’s okay? 

all that evidently leads to a dick comparison, because how big can it really be? and once mattsun sees his best friends’ eyes widen at his hardened dick, it sinks in. shit, he really is big, isn’t he? 

“holy shit, mattsun,” makki says, and he’s bashful as he stares at his best friend’s dick. “how would that fit inside anyone?” and mattsun’s already growing soft, tucking his dick back in his pants and moving to wash his hands after kicking makki rightfully in the chest. 

college comes around, and he passes by a thousand girls crying about how the boy from last night’s dick was so small, ugh i wish i had an 8 inch, and the things i’d do to have my guts rearranged. he sees a little light in this tunnel of endless blue balling, and meets a girl, takes her back to his dorm with his lips biting at her neck and her hands fumbling with his belt. as soon as he falls onto the bed, as soon as she straddles him, naked, and moves to slip off his trousers, anxiety meets him halfway again, and he holds in a breath as she pulls at the hem of his pants and takes his boxers with her.

the gasp his half hardening cock pulls out of her is confusing. he can’t tell what to make out of it, but she spits on her palm and grips his hefty cock in her small palm, unable to have her fingertips meet. her eyes are wide, but she seems determined, even tilts her hips forward, but she resorts to, “can i just suck you off?” 

and mattsun thinks alright, that’s an upgrade. 

when she ends up throwing up because she underestimates his size and overestimates herself, mattsun offers her his bathroom to clean up, and grabs her a bottle of water as she leaves. 

he ends up losing his virginity to some masochist, and it’s not very memorable or anything he’d ever imagined it be. it sits high on his list of regrets: he cums way too early, and hurts the masochist too much for it to be enjoyable in any way. but he texts the old third year groupchat and types in “i lost my virginity 😎” and receives the praise he had expected. 

for months to come, he fucks his fist every other night to amateur porn and watches as some camgirls’ cunts swallow inches and inches of plastic cock. he hooks up with some girls only to have them sit on his face and kitten lick at the head of his cock. some swallow a little bit of his cock, some fondle at his balls, but none ever let him fuck them. oikawa sends him links for sex toys, and mattsun feels as pathetic as ever, but he buys a fleshlight anyways and finds purchase in how tight it feels around his cock, how wet and slippery it is, how it properly milks him dry. makki meets him during a break and offers to suck his dick for him, but mattsun flips him off and kicks at his stomach again. 

it’s during his third year that he meets you. 

you’re sweet and charming, , and you have pretty hair, and he likes your style, and you laugh at his stupid jokes. you call him handsome, and you call him pretty, and you compliment his hair when it’s at its curliest. you send him the weirdest memes and tell him it reminds you of him, and you pick him up at obscure times because you’re craving nuggets or ice cream or ramen or licorice. he asks you to be his girlfriend and when you say yes, he blushes so forcefully that he has to scrunch up his face to try and hide it. he lets you meet his friends through a screen, and he buys you matching rings because he enjoys the subtlety of it all, and he orders donuts to be sent to your place  during your exam week. 

being with you is a dream, so much that when he hovers above you, kissing at your lips like he always does and sucking at your neck the way you love, and you murmur that you want him, want all of him, his hands fumble and shake. he tries to hide it, but his breath is shakier and his chest is flushed, his eyes a little hazy. you’re so gentle with him, and he hadn’t known he needed it until you’re straddling him and slowly smoothing your hands down his chest, palming him through his too tight briefs, squeezing softly. 

when your hands reach for his briefs, his own snap to your wrist, and he dares to beg, “please stay,” and you kiss him in response. your breath hitches at the sight of him, and your hand shakes when you spit on it and grip at his cock, but despite your initial hesitance you don’t falter. 

you stroke tentatively at his cock, squeezing him tightly, and fall closer to him, hovering your lips by his as you ask of him, “stretch me— stretch me for you.” 

there’s only one word to describe everything mattsun had been feeling in that moment, and it’s overwhelmed, but it’s somehow in the most positive way. he sits up straight, keeping you on his lap. his fingers find your dripping cunt and he pushes one, two, three, four fingers inside of you. he makes you cum twice, fingers curled and rapidly thrusting into you, other hand occupied with your sloppy clit and mouth latched onto your nipple. you praise him and thank him and cry for him and writhe in his hold as he pleasures you, and when you’re breathless and limp in his arms, he waits for the ball to drop, for you to give into your anxiety and hesitance. 

except you don’t. 

you lift yourself up on trembling knees, hands settled on and gripping his shoulders, and with teary eyes, you say, no, you beg, “make it fit.” 

he has stars in his eyes as he grips his cock tightly with one hand, the other holding you to him by your waist. it’s slow, it’s painfully slow, but mattsun has never treasured time as much as in that moment. he takes in everything, from the way your body tenses at the first intrusion when his tip presses against your hole, to the small gasps and moans as you take more and more of him in, at the sweat that beads at your temple and that rolls between your breasts. he marvels at the heave of your chest and the roll of your tummy as you curve in yourself, and he revels in the press of your lips to his, in the pull your arms looping around his neck and pressing his chest flush to yours. 

he does cum too early, but you don’t chastise him. you only continue to ride his soft cock, his cum messily dribbling out, and he ignores the sting from his sensitivity in favor of rubbing at your clit, sending you over the edge eventually. 

he texts the old third years groupchat that night again, with you sleeping soundly by his side, comfortable beneath his blankets, “why didn’t you guys tell me sex was this good? fake friends,” and sends a picture of him shirtless, sweaty, and with a post-sex flush to his cheeks and messy curls, with the middle finger. 

maybe you shouldn’t have let him have a taste of you, because he fucks you in bed the next morning, sleep still settled deep in your bones, and then he fucks you in the shower, and then he eats you out splayed out on his dinner table. he videotapes you sucking him off, with your permission, and watches it when you’re too far out of reach. he sends you pictures after a shower, gripping his cock through the briefs he’d quickly slipped in, hair wet and curly and matted to his forehead, skin damp and glistening. and when you react so positively, he blushes, to his dismay. you meet his friends and they joke about how you’re still alive, but you brush them off and tell them you’ve never felt more satisfied. 

with every single time he watches his cock sink into your warm, tight, sloppy cunt, and every time he watches you swallow around him, and every time he makes you cry and leaves you braindead, leaves you mindless and begging for more, his confidence grows. so much until he learns to be cocky about it, so much that when he barely preps you and pushes into you, he shivers at the way you whine and tense up, at the way you flinch and lightly thrash. because you’re a good girl, aren’t you? always take my cock so well, don’t you? nobody but you, nobody like you. 

and it’s true; it’s nobody but you for him. in every single way.

hello what the fuck am i doing. i did not think this was gonna escalate like this hfskjfns but anyways, big dick mattsun for the win <3 

[the-iceni-bitch]

can you please make this a thing officially?

I definitely can, because I’ve been thinking about it non stop since I posted the original last night.

SMUT!! All smut right off the bat, no minors!

“Steve, holy shit.” If he hadn’t been slamming you down on his cock like a madman you would have laughed at how wrecked he sounded, his voice leaving him in what you could only describe as a desperate whine while you circled your hips slowly. “Baby, you have to be quiet.”

“‘M trying, fuck!” He couldn’t take it when you were riding him like this, never feeling like he was deeper inside you than when you were grinding on top of him. “You feel so fucking good, doll, I can’t take it.”

“I know, but you’re gonna wake up the kiddo.” You bit back your own moan when he drove his hips up into you, slapping your palms against his chest and arching your back as he rolled himself right against your clit. “Jesus Christ.”

“Oh… oh god, honey right there.” He squeezed your waist when you ground into him again, groaning loudly at the way your back arched and your breasts swayed right in front of his face, especially since you hade your nipple piercings in. “Shit… ah… baby, it’s gonna be big, I don’t think I can hold back.”

“Yeah? Fuck.” You shoved your fingers in his mouth when he whined again, squeezing your thighs around his hips when he drove deep again and you felt your cunt clench down on his cock. You really fucking loved how ruined he got when he let you top, it was nice to give him a little taste of his own medicine with how often he turned you into a wet mess. “Gimme that big load, Stevie. Want you to fill me up.”

He tried to shoot you a venomous glare at that, but then your sweet pussy fluttered around him again and his whole body was arching off the bed as he let out a shout around your fingers. You swore when your hand did nothing to muffle his noises as he started pumping his cum into you, grabbing a pillow and slamming it over his face as you hoped Sarah hadn’t heard the obscene noise her father had just made. Pleasure shot up your spine when he hit you at the perfect angle, your eyes screwing closed as you bit your lip and rolled your hips against his while your orgasm raged through you.

It felt like an hour as you rode it out, your whole body shivering with bliss as you leaned on your arms and breathed deeply. You didn’t come back until you felt Steve slapping at your arm, opening your eyes and hissing when you realized that you still had the pillow pressed to his face. His face was a little red when you finally tossed it aside, but he was still giving you a sloppy grin that you couldn’t help but return as you collapsed on top of him with a light laugh.

“You almost killed me, doll.” He brushed his lips over your hair when you nuzzled into his chest, purring when you kissed the bar that was running through his nipple. “You’re only supposed to suffocate me with that sweet little cunt.”

“Oh, this is so not on me.” You rested your chin on his chest and beamed up at him, rolling your body into his with a little hum when his hands squeezed your ass. “Didn’t realize you’re a fucking screamer.”

“Yeah, well.” He froze when he heard a sleepy daddy called from down the hall, cursing to himself and giving you a quick kiss on the forehead before crawling out from under you and pulling on some sweats. “Guess we’ll have to save you being on top for special, alone occasions.”

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I just love them so much, even when they’re filthy they’re so cute!

Come join my 6k/birthday/anniversary sleepover!

[erodasfishtacos]

Curious Gazes

prompt: [CEO!Harry] four times harry has been spotted by employees being very unlike his demeanor at work.

word count: 4.3 k

warnings: harry is an asshole to everyone but is wife and baby.

**** <-- click for visuals throughout the story. ( because i love showing off how dumb rich harry is - i mean he’s a billionaire ffs)

notes: thanks so much for the love on the first part. I will be writing quite a bit for this trope. the next addition will be all smut. love you, enjoy.

PART ONE

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RESERVATION RUN-IN

Harry has over a hundred-thousand full-time employees. He has nearly ten-thousand at his London office at all times. The skyscraper was beautiful with clear glass, a reflective grey tone, and the structure screamed modern. It has eighty-three floors.

So with that being said, Harry does not know even one third of the people who work in the building nor does he want to. He couldn’t pick them out of a line-up if he tried. 

However, having so many employees in the city means his staff members are bound to catch sight of their boss pretty often outside of the office.

Sarah, Lucielle, Jack, and Anya - all from the customer service department of Styles Media and Marketing Inc. - are all out to dinner. They decided to go all out and dish out a hefty amount to eat at Il Nascondiglio Segreto. It was a reservation they had made nearly a month ago.

As they’re enjoying their appetizer, Lucielle nearly chokes on her oyster, “Holy shit. It’s Harry,” She whispers, nodding her head in the direction she was staring with bulging eyes.

They all can’t help but turn subtly, a perfect vantage point from where they’re sat right across the way from the group of employees. Their boss was dressed in a bit more casual - not by much - attire than he’d worn to the office earlier that Friday afternoon.

He had an open blazer with a white, nearly see-through button up. Their eyes nearly jumping out of their skulls when they spot his butterfly tattoo sitting on right below his sternum. Jack’s hawk eyes catch that he has a name in cursive on his left pec. 

Plus his normal tailored suit trousers were replaced with tight skinny jeans that hugged his crotched - making it unmistakable that he was well….endowed. Hair was no longer as styled and curled. Laying more carelessly on his shoulders. ****

But what was the most absurd thing they saw him wearing was a smile. His lips were curled up in a large, white grin that was big enough to cause little wrinkles around his eyes. 

His hand intertwined with his wife’s until they arrived at their table, pulling out her chair for her, landing a soft kiss on her cheek before sitting down in his across from her.

He automatically puts an open palm halfway across the table and his date places her’s right on top of it. Her large engagement ring and wedding band sparkling in the low lighting in the restaurant. They were holding hands over the table.

The group had never actually seen the women they deemed Cruella Deville. They had envisioned his wife with bleach blonde hair, fake tits, and fish lips complimented with botox that made it so her forehead didn’t move.

But they were met with a beautiful, natural one instead. She had gorgeous curled locks trailing down her back, light neutral makeup with normal sized lips, small creases where they should be. 

Her body was natural as well, breasts pushed up in a bra but obviously not manufactured by the way they sat, a bit of a pouch around her midsection - a telltale sign from her recent pregnancy, and a radiant smile to match her husband’s. 

They looked so happy and in love.

She was dressed short, polka-dotted black dress with a pair of simple black shoes. She complimented with with a bright red lip which stood out against the dark fabric. ***

It’s not that they didn’t look like a match - she was absolutely stunning. It just wasn’t who they imagined for the boss they despised ninety percent of the time.

The group can’t keep their eyes off the couple - subtly, of course - for their whole time at the restaurant.

Harry was laughing loudly - different sound than when he laughed without a humor at bumbling, nervous employees.

It was light and higher pitched - but still gravely low; smooth like honey as his wife matches his laughs.

At one point, after their meal arrives - Harry offers her a spoonful of his food, playfully complaining that she took too big of a bite - but then immediately offering her more right after.

When she excused herself to the bathroom, Lucille catches Harry’s sneaky hand reaching out to give her backside a quick grope which earns him a warning glance that has him snickering.

Anya who was in the restroom nearly runs into her, Y/N apologizes instantly, “I’m sorry! Wasn’t watching where I was going! Are you alright?”

Anya nods, a bit at a loss of words, talking to Harry Styles' wife, “I’m okay, thank you.”

“I swear I have two left feet,” Y/N jokes, complimenting her dress before disappearing into a stalls. A completely lovely girl.

It’s pathetic but the group lingers around to watch their boss’s full dinner date. It was creepy but they were just so stunned at the man that was sitting by them.

The couples behavior had turned more flirty by this point, Y/N’s eyelashes fluttering at little bit more at her husband, her giggles flowing more often with licks to her lips. 

By the clenched fist on the table, Harry seems to be falling prey to the teasing. 

But when his wife whispers something - that must have been filthy - and leans forward so her cleavage is displayed more, Harry’s pulling out his wallet, pulling an absurd amount of bills out and throwing them carelessly on the table.

Y/N’s eyes are twinkling in victory as her husband stands and helps her out of her chair - ever the gentlemen.

It doesn’t seem very gentlemen like though when his hand comes to the very lowest point on the small of her back -  pushing her into him. He leans down to murmur something into her ear before landing a damp, way too intimate for public kiss to her jaw and then throat.

In turn, she looks up at him with a mischievous tilt of her lip and a challenging raised brow. You could cut their sexual tension with a knife.

Y/N lifts up on her toes to kiss him before grabbing his hand and guiding him out of the establishment quickly - his eyes glued to her bum the whole time.

Jack breaks the bated silence, with a bewildered chortle, “What the fuck was that?”

Sarah sips her wine, “Maybe he has a twin? Like a good twin? And he’s the evil one.”

They all laugh and finish up their desserts. 

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MOTHER’S DAY SHOPPING

Kasey and Tom - from Human Resources - are out for the day. It was a week before Mother’s Day and they were both scrambling for a gift at the shops.

Harrod’s was nearly empty as they had came in a few minutes after the store opened. Kasey had gotten distracted from her mission and was trying on shoes. 

There was a 40% off sale and she wasn’t passing that up.

Tom had wondered off to the electronics department very soon after the first five shoeboxes arrived next to her chair.

“Pink!” Kasey hears a high-pitched baby voice squeal with utter delight. She looks up to see a curly haired toddler pointing at a pair of pink baby shoes.

The little girl had the cutest denim dress on with white stripes ***, white tights on, and white Mary Janes. When Kasey looked closer she realized the Gucci emblem was on the dress - holy shit, she didn’t even know Gucci made baby clothes.

“Daddy, please?” The toddler asks in a sweet, small voice looking to the approaching man who scoops her up in the crook of his elbow.

“Ivy, y’can’t run away from daddy. Do you understand me?” 

Kasey’s eyes widen as she recognizes that deep, raspy voice. It was her boss, Harry Styles, and with his little mini who looked like a cherub angel.

“No run, daddy,” Ivy grins up at him, looking for approval.

The slightly stern look dissipates from his face into a softer, relaxed smile at his daughter’s words. He kept her close against his chest.

“Daddy, please?” She piques up again, pointing at the small shoes on the wall.

“Y’want those shoes?” Harry asks, nodding towards the pink sneakers.

Ivy nods before pointing at the other shoes next to it, “All, please?”

Despite her father not having any manners in the slightest, his daughter seemed to have excellent etiquette.

Harry chuckles, smoothing a stray curl down from her forehead, “Y’want a pair of all these shoes?”

Ivy nods with wide doe eyes and one of her dimples popping in her left cheek. 

“Y’mother’s going to kill me,” Kasey hears Harry mutter before waving a sales associate over.

“Good to see you, Mr. Styles - I’m Tracey. What can I help you with?”

Of course they knew him by name. He was by the looks of it one of their most appreciated customers, figuring he rarely wears the same thing twice.

“Can I please get a pair of all these shoes in a toddler’s size three? And can you please ring them up for me? Thank you,” Harry asks, his voice taking on the executive and firm tone with the associate who nods and turns on her heel.

“Daddy? Kissy?” The girl asks her father, her little palm patting his cheek and she’s puckering her pink lips.

“Yes baby,” Harry obliges, giving her a peck before blowing a raspberry on her cheek. He tugs down her dress that’s ridden up in true parent fashion.

As they’re waiting, Harry continues to talk to his daughter, “Y’know pet, we came here to shop for mumma for mother’s day. Y’always manage to get something out of it, hmm?”

“Mummy?” Ivy squawks, repeating her father’s word. 

“Yes, mummy. I think she’s really going to like the necklace we picked out,” Harry taps at her nose, his eyes just read love and amazement for his little girl.

Kasey was dumbfounded. 

This man had literally stormed into their offices yesterday, frustration seeping into his loud tone as he asked the room of employees if it was a lady's brunch club or a place of employment when he hadn’t gotten a report on his desk at a certain time.

They’d all stuttered and apologized but Harry had already slammed the door of his way out - the doorframe shaking. A nasty email being sent to their inboxes mere minutes later.

“Mr. Styles? We are out of two of the pairs,” The saleswoman appears and tells him, tablet now in hand.

Harry’s voice is calm but he looks her dead in the eye, “Do you not know how to ship them to a house? I don’t have time for this nonsense.”

She begins to apologize, pulling up a page of her tablet, “Your total comes to £6,309.45 for the shoes.”

Kasey’s eyes nearly pop from her head at the total but Harry merely blinks and states, “Charge it to my Amex on file.”

“Would you like me to add on the items you picked up downstairs? That would bring your total to £ 213,088.79. The necklace *** will be shipped within the next two weeks and will need to be signed for at your doorstep by an authorized person of your choosing, they’ll need to provide identification to certify their identity.”

“I need the necklace by next Sunday- it’s my daughter’s Mother’s Day gift to her mum - hence the pink diamonds,” Harry states to the woman like she’s stupid.

Did that woman just say that amount? And did Harry not even bat an eyelash at it. 

Kasey’s brain couldn’t really comprehend it.

“Expedited shipping on this item would be…” Tracey looks down at her tablet and taps a few buttons, “It will be an extra £3,219 for expedited shipping as it’s coming from Swittzerland.” 

Harry is distracted for a moment as Ivy is wriggling until Harry puts her down. Kasey didn’t see that he had a plush doll tucked in between his jeans and belt on his back.

“Baby doll,” Ivy pokes at her father’s thigh, too short to reach her toy. 

Harry tugs it out and hands it to her, “Stay right here, Vee.”

Ivy unceremoniously plops on the ground next to her father’s leather boot while he confirms the purchases and signs off on them.

It was cute - the plush baby doll she was playing with was ratty, worn, and very visibly loved. It seems as if it’s been her favorite toy for a while.

After finishing up with Tracey, Kasey sees him slip her a few bills for her trouble and lugs Ivy back up onto his hip.

“Shake, daddy?” Ivy lisps hopefully, green eyes sparkling up at her father’s. 

Harry lets out a chuckle, “No, baby. It’s only ten in the morning, y’can’t have a milkshake. Let go home, maybe mumma will make us some blueberry pancakes if we give her lots of kisses?”

“Mummy,” Ivy agrees happily, her plush held tightly against her chest.

“She’s going to love your gift, darlin’, even though y’the best gift we’ve ever got,” Harry murmurs lovingly, pressed a warm kiss to his daughter’s cheek.

Tom has wandered back to the shoe department, eyes unfortunately meeting his boss’ right away - widen with surprise.

Harry’s eyes narrow when he finds Tom staring, “Can I help y’mate?”

“Uh-no! Sorry, just, erm, I work for you?” Tom stutters stupidly at his annoyed employer who currently has his toddler trying to pulls his sunglasses off the top of his head.

“Then I’d recommend, if you’d like it to stay that way, you mind your own damn business,” Harry bites out with a warning tone, unnecessarily rude.

Ivy doesn’t seem bothered, delighted when she tugs the shades off his head and attempts to put them on. She begins huffing as she struggles and Harry gently takes them and slides them on for her.

Tom nods, still baffled, and scurries over to Kasey. 

They both glance back when their boss isn’t looking. He hears him murmur softly, “Let’s go see mummy.”

“Pancakes?” Ivy chirps, looking at her dad for confirmation.

“Anythin’ for you, my little love,” Harry agrees, starting to walks to the elevator to the entrance of the store. 

Tom and Kasey look at each other with unexplainable expressions as they watch their asshole of a boss clearly wrapped around a toddler’s finger. 

—-

THE PARK

“Hi! Is anyone sitting here?” Savannah hears from beside her on the park bench. 

She looks up to see a beautiful, young woman looking to be around her age looking at her expectantly. She has a backpack on her shoulders and a curly-haired toddler on her hip.

“Nope! You’re good!” Savannah replies kindly, moving over to make room on the bench for her to sit.

“Awesome, thank you. I’m Y/N and this is Ivy. Say ‘hi’,” Y/N prompts her daughter with a nudge.

Ivy puts on a beaming smile, white little blocky teeth on display, “Hi.”

“I’m Savannah and the little brunette boy in the green shirt is mine - his name’s Flynn.”

“Tell her how old you are, baby,” Y/N smiles, always trying to get her daughter to socialize as much as possible.

“Two!” Ivy giggles before impatiently squirming, “Mummy, play.”

Y/N laughs, “Just as impatient as your father. Go on, stay where mumma can see you, please.”

Ivy nods before speeding off towards the little jungle-gym to automatically start playing with the little group of kids.

“I wish I had their energy,” Y/N sighs, tugging a water bottle out of her backpack. 

Savannah was obsessed with everything gucci - even though she couldn’t afford anything - so when she spots the flashy bag, she can’t help but ask, “Is that a custom Gucci monogram multipack?”***

Y/N takes a sip before answering, “Yeah, my husband gave it to me as a gift on ‘national stay at home mum day’ - which I don’t even think is a real thing. He just knows I’ll chew him out if he buys me things like this without reason.”

They both laugh, Savannah can’t help but glance over the woman a little bit closer. She had a ratty, vintage tee on, plain black leggings, and a pair of black Nikes on - nothing that screamed over the top.

But then she spots the engagement ring *** on her finger. Savannah thought it looked so extravagant it almost looked fake. But the way the faucets reflect so magnificently in the sunshine makes her sure it’s real.

“What was that?” Savannah snaps back, realizing she hadn’t heard what Y/N was saying - too busy deciding how much money she had which wasn’t right when the girl was being so friendly.

“Oh, just - do you know any mum groups around here? I was in a group but all they liked to do was gossip and bitch. And I think Ivy heard the word ‘cunt’ one too many times from them.”

Savannah barks out a laugh, Y/N turns out to be extremely funny and friendly. She has a bit of a foul mouth and a quick wit but is a good listener.

“And so I said to the dude -“ Y/N cuts off when her phone rings, digging it out and answering, “Hi H, yeah. The one with the big purple slide, okay.”

When she hangs up, she tells her new friend, “My husband is stopping by really quick. He has a business dinner later and won’t see Ivy before her bedtime. Or me before my bedtime,” Y/N laughs.

“That’s so nice of him!” Savannah says, knowing her husband enjoyed when everyone was asleep by the time he came home. Would never go out of his way like Y/N’s husband would.

Y/N says with a smile in her eyes, “Yeah, he’s really good to us.”

They continue to chat until they hear a loud engine revving into the car park, Y/N rolls her eyes and mutters, “Of course, he brings the loudest car today.”

A vintage car swings into a spot and Savannah nearly gasps at who exits the car and begins to stride towards them. No one other than her boss. 

The man who had her doing her job by the book and when one hair fell out of place he knew right away. 

The man who she avoided at all cost possibly - taking the stairs so she doesn’t have to be in the elevator with his intimidating presence.

It took her a minute to connect the dots. Y/N was married to Harry? Harry was Ivy’s dad? It through her through a loop - Y/N was just - so nice. 

But it does explain all the gucci and the massive diamond ring. She did happen to work for a fucking billionare. Y/N didn’t come off as a billionaire or a billionaire’s wife.

‘Holy shit, this is wild,’ Savannah thought.

Harry makes his way over to the bench, Y/N standing up to hug him. Harry kisses her softly with a large palm coming to slip under the back of her shirt to rub at her bare back.

Uh - this man was being loving and affectionate? Proving all Savannah's preconceived notions about him wrong. Mostly that he was a robot.

“Hi darlin’, have a good day?” Harry asks his wife, still holding onto her and tugging her into his side - looking to Ivy who was obliviously - playing on the swing.

“Mmm, don’t want you to go tonight,” Yn/Ngroans dramatically, squeaking when Harry playfully pinches her side.

“Tell me and I won’t go,” He murmurs with surprising sincerity against his wife’s cheek, smiling when Ivy lets out a loud, carefree giggle with her new friends.

“Oh! I’m being rude. This is Savannah, Savannah this is my husband Harry,” Y/N introduces the two, unknowing of their connection.

Savannah swallows harshly and gives him a timid wave, “Hello.”

Harry shows no recognition that he knows her but gives her a curt nod and rasps out a “hello.” 

Y/N rolls his eyes at her husband, patting his toned stomach, “He’s always a little crabby after work,” She jokes as he smirks at her - he’s rarely ever crabby with his wife and they both know it.

After work? How about from the time he stepped foot through the lobby doors everyday? He only had one mode at work - crabby.

“It’s ok-“

“Daddy!” A squeal interrupts them, a blur of brunette curls crashing into her father’s legs - full force with excitement.

Harry is bending down and tucking her into his arms for a hug, “Hi baby, y’bein’ so good for mumma?”

His tone had shifted into a low, relaxed drawl that Savannah had never heard. His words are kind and caring towards his daughter.

“Good for mumma,” Ivy parrots her father, dimples popping as she pushes at Harry’s face when he attacks her with kisses.

“You taste so good I could eat yah!” Harry growls playfully, Ivy giggling delightedly at her fathers antics until her cheeks are flushed pink with laughter.

“Swings, daddy,” Ivy motions with green doe eyes. Grass and mud stains the outfit her mother had dressed her in - cute striped overalls with a white tee underneath  *** and little sneakers ****.

“Oh dove, I wish I could. I have to go back to work,” Harry frowns, his thumb coming to caress her sweaty cheekbone.

Her brows furrowed and her full pink lips turned down - Savannah has to contain a laugh by how much she looks like her father with the displeased grimace on her face.

“No, no, Daddy,” Ivy argues adamantly, her eyes brimming with sad tears.

“Vee, c’mon, my love. I’ll be home later,” Harry soothes, starting to rock her from side to side to calm her.

But Ivy is in her terrible twos and doesn’t like the word ‘no.’

Y/N comes up to her husband’s side, tucking a hand into his back pocket to rest. 

“Ivy Elizabeth, we need to let your father go. Come to mummy now, please,” Her mother asks in a soft but firm tone.

“No!” Ivy absolutely shrieks with a awfully high pitch, “No mummy, daddy swings!”

The couple shares a look before Y/N is gathering her backpack on her shoulder, looking back to Savannah, “Hey! Text me, it’s about nap time for this one.”

Savannah agrees and gives them both a wave off as Harry totes his tantruming toddler to a sleek, teal SUV. It takes her a moment to scoff internally - off course it’s a Bentley ***.

And because Savannah can’t help but be nosey she googles the price of the car and quickly locks her screen when she sees the base price is £ 210,000.

Harry is planting little pecks on his daughter’s face and murmuring to her until her tears have dried up and she’s laughing at her dad once again.

After Harry straps her into the car seat and shuts the door, he gently pushes his wife back against it. His body is crowding hers, arm over her shoulder against the car.

The talk for a moment before Harry’s ducking down to pull a few kisses from her lips before she’s giggling and pushing him off.

Savannah couldn’t wait to tell the old women at in her customer relations department tomorrow.

— 

THE GAME

Cassie didn’t mind Harry actually. She made his coffee nearly every morning and she secretly knew he was the one who left those hefty tips.

She’d fumbled over his orders a few times when she’d started and apologized profusely but Harry had just looked up from his phone and said, “S’fine.”

Yeah, that’s not much but compared to some of the horror stories she hears, but she was grateful for another reason.

—-

One day he had found her crying in a empty corridor that he used to walk to his car at the end of his day.

“Y’alright?” Her boss asks gruffly, pausing to look down at her - no clear emotion on his face.

Cassie nods sheepishly, “M’sorry, I’m just really stressed out.”

Harry’s eyes flash a tad darker, “Is Carole giving you trouble?” 

Carole was her manager.

“N-no. I got declined for my school financial aid. If I don’t come up with the money I’ll have to drop out. I-I have a son and I do-don’t have the money to go without help.”

Harry doesn’t say anything, rustling into the inner pocket of his suit and fishing out something - a checkbook.

He clicks the pen and moves his hand quickly across the pad before ripping it out and handing it to her, “Good luck and use the extra on your family. Don’t go spreading it around that I did this.”

Cassie goes to thank him or refuse it but when she looks back up from the check he’s already striding away down the hallway away from her.

She lets out a loud sob as she sees a check written for £150,000 right in front of her.

—

Cassie still works at the Starbucks part-time while attending college with the help of her secretly kind boss.

The extra money she’s stowed away in an education fund for her son after he graduates. 

Anyways, she was at Man U football game that she got invited to with her boyfriend - Jacob. His dad won tickets for box seats from his work in a raffle.

Cassie soon realized that their box was right by the Styles Media and Marketing one. The way they were placed, she could see right into their area.

It was just Harry and a woman in there. 

They were obviously a couple and this was the Cruella Deville. Cassie didn’t refer to her as that as she had a bit of a different perspective of the man.

His wife was sipping on a water bottle and cheering loudly with the rest of the fans. Harry watched her with amusement at her excited behavior, at one point pulling his photo out and snapping a picture of her.

When the exciting bit is over, she seats herself on his lap and wriggles until her back is against his chest - comfortable and cozy.

His large palm comes to cup at her stomach, Cassie now seeing that she is clearly pregnant as he cradles the noticeable bump protectively.

For most of the game, his hand never leaves her belly - rubbing circles with his thumb. His head came to rest on her shoulder to watch the game.

They seem so happy together - giggling and talking animatedly throughout. His wife constantly tilting her head back with her lips puckered requesting kisses that Harry happily supplies each time.

At one point, Cassie witnesses Y/N eat two huge corndogs in a row while her husband watches her with humor in his eye. Then goes on to order her a massive spool of candy floss that he feeds her throughout the game.

It was a late game and it was now in overtime. The clock reads nearly eleven at night. Harry’s wife has dozed off against his shoulder and when he notices he gently rouses her.

As she blinks her eyes open, Harry shucks his jacket of his shoulder and helped her slip it on. They must decide to call it a night because he’s helping her up, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, and guiding her out of the box.

Cassie never tells anyone that she saw him that night or what he did to help her family.

The End.

Hope you bubbbies enjoyed. Send me requests for this verse. Smut is up next for this trope.

[berner699]

The Pills

"cum inside me"

3 words I've always wanted to hear. She was riding me. Bouncing up and down on my cock her soaking pussy felt amazing. But it was different this time. Much more wet and warmer, almost hot. Come to think of it my dick felt bigger too. No that wasn't it. It was actually getting bigger. I looked down and the base of my cock flashing into view each time she rises up. It was definitely getting bigger.

That's when I realized the "sexual enhancement" pills we'd taken earlier weren't some fake herbal supplement. She'd insisted we take them, a pink pill for her and a blue pill for me. Not 15 minutes later and here we were. Didn't even have time to take her bra off before my cock was sliding into her

I grunted as she pulled my ear close to her mouth and said it again this time more aggressive "cum inside me". I lock eyes with her as the idea sends ripples up my cock and a chill down my spine. "please baby I need it" she's saying and I realize there are tears in her eyes. Holy shit she does need this.

The next hint of an orgasm runs up my dick and I feel it grow again. Her pussy feels so tight now but it doesn't stop her riding. She starts moaning in a way I've never heard before. A deep primal noise. "Cum inside me. Now!" She says between her moans of ecstasy.

My body immediately responds and I feel my bigger, thicker cock start to spasm. But this was a different orgasm than usual. Warmth spreads through my body and my dick twitches over and over and it never seems to end. Pure bliss as I can feel rope after rope filling her pussy as she slides as far down on it she can.

I look up from her stretched tight pussy up and notice something unusual. Her breasts are overflowing from her bra. It's getting tighter and tighter until I hear a snap. My god her normal B cups are Ds now. Her ass is getting bigger too I can feel it pushing out and down on my legs. Her hips widen as well.

My cock is still pulsing inside her as my body gets ravaged with pure glory. The growth of her body making it even sexier.

As my orgasm finally begins to subside I look down and see her belly is distended and bulging. Her flat stomach now looking stuffed and almost round. My god is that all from my cum?

A white substance running down her newly engorged stomach catches my eye. Her tits that have grown even larger.... they're leaking milk!?!

She slides off my now softening dick and lays down next to me, holding her stomach and moaning

"what the fuck was in those pills?" I ask but she doesn't answer, just holds her stomach and winces as it gurgles and surges outward getting rounder and larger by the second. Whatever was in them, I can tell what's happening. Before long I'm looking my girlfriend, now 9 months pregnant. She's stopped moaning now and is feeling her new body. As her hands explore, she grabs her now big tits and milk squirts onto her belly. One of her hands runs down her massive stomach and to her cum soaked pussy. As she begins to rub it and moan again she makes eye contact with me.

"Hurry up and fuck me again before my water breaks"

[rodr1cks]

Heather Hills | 2.5k

part two

neighbor trope where you’re in love with Rodrick but he can’t stop pining after Heather Hills, takes place during Dog Days

warnings: noncon touching (our ass gets grabbed), swearing, smut, heather is a huge bitch

Tonight was the night. You picked out a black silk dress that hugged your body perfectly. You looked... nice? Nicer than usual, at least.

Still, your mood was melancholy, you weren’t too excited to watch Rodrick drool over Heather all night. Despite this, you put on a smile and met Rodrick outside.

His band members, Rowley, and Greg were crowded together in the back. They always left the passenger seat to you, such gentlemen. As soon as you opened the door you were bombarded with wolf whistles and crude remarks from his cronies. “Rodrick if you don’t tap that I will!” The guitarist exclaimed while eyeing you up and down.

“Guys, guys stop, please,” Rodrick seemed a little unnerved by the banter. After that, the van was silent all the way to the party.

Upon arrival, you began to unpack the van, unloading equipment. “Hey, hey, hey, pretty girl like you doesn’t need to do the heavy lifting,” the guitarist said to you as he winked. He always went out of his way to make you uncomfortable. You laughed a bit to appease him, then walked away.

Gross.

The band was set up and Rodrick was clearly nervous.

“You don’t understand, y/n. This has to be perfect.”

You knew the importance of this going well but you couldn’t decide if you wanted it to. On one hand, he could get Heather Hills, the girl of his dreams. On the other hand, he’d be crushed. Poor Rodrick has already taken enough beatings from the girls at your school.

“I know, you’ll be great, though,” you were unsure of that statement.

“You always know what to say.”

He walked away, ready to start the set of a lifetime.

The guitarist approached you again. “Wish me luck sexy,” he whispered and smacked your ass playfully. You gasped, tears threatening to form in your eyes.

Just brush it off, you’re okay. You need to enjoy the show.

You tried not to think about his pathetic little mustache and the giant pimple that sat squarely between his eyebrows.

Why did Rodrick hang out with such scum?

The first notes of the song rang through the tent. Rodrick was… singing? Heather Hills did not look amused. Panicking, Rodrick signaled to Greg, “FULL DIAPER!”

Dear god.

Banners unfurled and cannons sounded. It was a complete disaster. Somehow the chocolate fountain went haywire and coated half the crowd with liquid chocolate, including Heather. Shit. Rodrick was done for.

Everybody pitched in with loading the van and you were out of there in no time. You feared Heather would’ve killed the lot of you if you lingered any longer. Greg and Rowley were the only passengers this time. You and Rodrick were in the front seat, not speaking.

“Rodrick, can I tell you something?”

You knew Greg and Rowley were caught up in their own conversation but you didn’t want to risk them overhearing, so you whispered. Rodrick nodded.

“Your guitarist, h-he uhm, he kind of touched me before your set.” Rodrick’s eyes widened. “Where?” he asked you sternly. “He kind of grabbed my ass.” You looked down, embarrassed. “Great, now Heather hates me and I’m short a guitarist.”

On the way back to Rodrick’s, you passed a gas station and you asked him to pull over.

“Rodrick let me out at this gas station, pretty please!”

He groaned and pulled into the lot. You ran in and made a beeline for the fridges in the back.

Where is it, where is it, ah!

Mint chip and cookie dough, both your favorites. You checked out and ran back to the van. Rodrick looked over, delighted when he saw your purchases. “He ruffled your hair and muttered a thank you. You smiled, “And that’s not all,” you pulled out two candy bars for the chocolate coated fugitives in the back.

Rodrick parked on the street in front of The Heffley household.

“Alright, everybody out!”

Greg and Rowley filed out as did you. Rodrick stayed put. “Aren’t you coming?” He nodded at you, “I have something to take care of first. Put the ice cream in the freezer and take a shower. Get that chocolate off of you.” He gestured at your hair and face which were coated in chocolate.

What could he need to do right now? Probably off to find Heather Hills and beg for her highness’ forgiveness.

You did as he said and borrowed his shower for a bit. You felt instant relief as the warm water trickled down your shoulders, chocolate melting away along with your stress. After your shower, you grabbed one of Rodrick’s t-shirts.

Lending you a shirt was the least he could do, considering the hell he’d put you through.

What a fucking night it’s been.

You sat around for a bit, awaiting Rodrick’s return. You heard the door swing open downstairs. He walked up the stairs to his room, ice cream pints in hand. You smiled at him before your gaze lingered down to his knuckles.

“Holy shit, Rodrick. What the fuck did you do?”

He looked down, “Well you told me what my guitarist did to you and I- I couldn’t help it. He needed to know what he did was out of line.”

Your jaw dropped, “So you what? Broke his nose?” He rolled his eyes at your theatrics, “I’m sure it wasn’t that bad.” Had Rodrick really beat somebody up for you?

“So are we gonna eat this ice cream or what?”

You both sat on Rodricks couch, limbs entangled, eating your ice cream. He looked over at you, “Switch?” You shrugged, passing him your mint chip and grabbing his cookie dough. For the next half hour, you both sat in silence, processing the night’s events.

“Hey, I’m sorry about Heather.”

“Y’know, y/n, I realized something while I was performing. Heather Hills wasn’t by the stage cheering me on, Heather Hills doesn’t go out of her way to be kind to my family, Heather Hills wouldn’t look that good that tiny black bikini of yours,” Rodrick smirked, “and most importantly, Heather Hills didn’t buy me my favorite ice cream to make me feel better. Heather Hills doesn’t care for me like you do.”

You weren’t really processing everything. Was he hitting on you? Or flirting or… He cut your thoughts short by grabbing your waist and pulling you on top of him. “Woah what are you-“ He shushed you and grabbed your ice cream from your hand, setting it on the table.

Rodrick grabbed your hands, halting your mindless fiddling. “I’m sorry I didn’t realize how good you are to me earlier, y/n. I know that probably made you feel like dog shit.”

You let out a choked laugh. “Yeah, it did. But, you know now?” He placed one of his large hands on your cheek, using his thumb to stroke your face gently, “Yeah, pretty girl, I do.”

Pretty girl. Your stomach churned and your face turned bright red. Rodrick leaned in slowly and gently kissed you. His lips felt heavenly, they were soft and warm and better than you could’ve imagined. “God I’ve wanted to sink my teeth into you ever since I saw you in that little bathing suit.”

His voice was low and guttural, nothing like you’d heard before. This was a new Rodrick and you had no idea how to react, all you could do was sit there and stutter helplessly.

You could melt. Was this really happening? You had to check.

“Is this really happening?”

You felt him smile. He licked a stripe from your collarbone to your jaw, “You tell me.” You moaned quietly as his grasp on your waist tightened.

“How long have you wanted this, y/n? Wanted me?”

Your stomach clenched at his words, might as well tell the truth. “Since sophomore year. I-I went to one of your gigs and you didn’t see me” His hand moved to your breast and you sucked in a breath. “You looked so good on stage, I knew I wanted your hands all over me,” you managed to gasp out.

“I knew you were there,” he said matter-of-factly. You froze. “I told my mom, part of why she likes you so much, thinks you’re supportive of me or something.”

Is he serious, this is humiliating.

“I remember what you were wearing, too. A little red dress, you stood out. Never knew the neighbor girl cleaned up so nice until that night.”

He must’ve sensed your embarrassment, “Hey, it’s okay, no need to be shy.” You eased up a little bit, your hands finding his hair and gently pulling. “Atta girl.”

As things got more heated, he got more eager. At one point he looked up at you, silently asking for permission to remove your shirt. You nodded, laughing at him, “A gentleman, I see.” He made stern eye contact with you,

“I don’t have to be.”

He tore your (his) shirt over your head and stopped when he found you were wearing nothing underneath.

“Naughty, naughty girl.”

You wanted his shirt off too, along with everything else. You wanted to see him, feel him. You made quick work of removing his t-shirt and discarding it on the floor behind you.

You could feel his hard on through your panties and it was driving you insane. “Rodrick,” you panted, “I need you, please.”

The hand he was using to roll your nipple between his fingers moved to your clit and rubbed gentle circles over it. “Since you asked so nicely,” he grinned.

Your hand flew on top of his and he winced. “Oh shit, right, your hand! I’m so so-,” he flipped you onto your back and stood up from the couch. Your stomach dropped before you understood what he was doing. He fought with his belt for a moment before pulling it off and sliding his jeans and boxers off.

Christ he’s big.

He resumed his position on the couch and began stroking his cock while hovering above you. He leaned down to kiss your collar bone sweetly.

You muttered one last plea before he positioned himself in front of you.

“Are you ready for me, pretty girl?”

God there he goes again.

You arched your back up in response, letting out a small sigh of desperation. This was all so new, you had no idea Rodrick could be so… well spoken?

Rodrick took a deep breath as he bottomed out. The air was knocked out of your lungs. Fucking Christ. He split you in half with ease, groaning as he rolled his hips against you.

“R-Rodrick?” He muttered something indistinct in response. “Is this your first time?” He looked kind of embarrassed. “Yeah, uh, it is, yes.” Part of you was happy it was his first time. The other part of you felt bad for him. You knew that if girls would’ve just given him a chance, they’d see how incredible he was-

You were torn from your thoughts by Rodrick pulling out and slamming back into your willing body. You nearly screamed. He continued at an absolutely brutal pace.

“Jesus christ, Rodrick, never knew you could do this,” you gasped out, eyes rolling back.

He smirked down at you before pulling out, grabbing your hips, and flipping you over onto your hands and knees. Your head was pressed sideways against the arm of the couch but you didn’t care. Rodrick quickly got back to work, fucking you to the beginnings of your orgasm.

“Rodrick, I’m gonna-“ He grabbed your hair and yanked hard so your back was against his chest,

“Cum on my cock.”

That was all it took, you were gone, shaking and pulsing around him.

After a few more strokes, Rodrick was gone, too. He was grabbing your ass and grinding his hips against you as he finished.

Gently, he pulled out. He rubbed a hand over your ass and admired your raw, red skin.

You rolled back over, panting. “My god, y/n, how did I live without this for so long?” You smiled lazily at the ceiling. He kissed you, clearly spent. You both sat on his couch, heavy panting filling the room.

Rodrick looked over at you, “Ice cream?” He stuck the cup filled with melted sludge in your direction. You put your hand up in protest, “No thank you.” He shrugged, “More for me.” Roderick slurped the melted treat from his spoon. You couldn’t help but laugh at him.

God, Heather would despise this man.

“You know Heather slapped Rowley, right?”

“What? no way?” Rodrick laughed.

“She sure did. Don’t worry though, Rowley got to eat chocolate off of Madison.”

You both spent a moment laughing to yourselves.

You were absolutely satisfied, you could’ve fallen asleep right then and there, on Rodrick’s ratty couch.

“Let’s get you to bed y/n.”

“But I don’t wanna go home, Rodrick!” You whined.

“Who said anything about you going home?”

“Y/n, Mom’s at a writing seminar with Manny and Dad’s at some civil war retreat thing.”

Was he inviting you to stay the night? “Call your mom, tell her you’re with your friend… uh… Heather.”

Giggling, you did just that. “Wait a minute, your parents left you alone with Greg?” He swatted at you playfully, giving you a goofy glare.

Rodrick stood up and offered out his hand. You decided to be cocky and deny his help. In your attempt to stand up, you stumbled, nearly eating shit.

“Woah, woah, easy there tiger,” Rodrick said snarkily, grabbing your waist before you hit the ground. You hadn’t expected to be so unstable.

“Alright, do you want my shirt back, gorgeous?” You nodded sleepily.

He grabbed the previously discarded shirt from the ground and slipped it over your head. He then pushed your hair out of your face and placed a gentle kiss onto your forehead.

Rodrick led you over to his bed. It was a twin but you guys would make it work.

He disappeared for a moment and came back with a rag. “C’mere sweetheart. You turned to face him slowly as he sat down on the bed. He began tenderly wiping between your thighs.

“Look at you, so beautiful,” he mused. Out of instinct, you looked away from him. “I mean it, y/n.”

He climbed into bed with you, his lanky limbs making comfort difficult.

“There we go,” he sighed after you both finally found a comfortable position. You closed your eyes and Rodrick began tracing lines over your lightly clothed back. You could hear the summer rain pattering against his window and you sighed out, completely satisfied.

Nearly asleep, you noticed something in the corner of Rodrick’s room. His black and white one star’s with tire marks plastered over them. You rolled your eyes and laughed to yourself.

Heather fucking Hills.

+ literally don’t even speak to me about the grammar or the poorly written smut. act like you do not see it ty. and please send me rq’s!!

[giorno-plays-piano]

Rusted Remnants

Pairing: Karl Heisenberg x mutant!Reader

Warnings: past noncon, smut, dirty talk, Stockholm syndrome, violence, mention of human experiments, swearing.

Words: 1924.

Summary: You felt better knowing he wouldn't have to leave for quite some time now, staring at the man as he leaned back against the pillow, watching the smoke slowly disappear in the air - Heisenberg wasn't your darling, but he's the only one who kept you sane in that fucking hole where human life mattered so little. Among other Lords he's the only one who had the resolve to fight that heartless bitch hiding behind the façade of a holy mother.

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When a bearded man in sunglasses opened the door with a grinding, abrasive sound, you felt both fear and relief - Heisenberg was a mean son of a bitch who couldn’t stand people crossing him on anything, and you learned that the hard way. However, thanks to that insanely strong bastard who could smash in a Lycan’s skull with one swing of his hammer, you were still safe in his hideout, not having to worry about mutilated monsters this place was swarming with.

Besides, even though Heisenberg was as rotten and disgusting as any other Lord, he still had more human in him than Dimitrescu, Beneviento and Moreau altogether.

“Did you miss me, little monster?” He smirked, watching you laying in bed with some cheap romance novel you traded for bullets with the Duke: you had little hobbies since you barely left Heisenberg’s factory.

You rolled your eyes, knowing he hadn’t been home for a couple of days and now needed to get under your skin, feeding off your emotions like Alcina fed off her victims’ blood. It was something like a routine to him: he needed to know you had something human in you, too.

“Who else do you expect me to miss?” you snorted, leaving a worn book with a dirty yellow cover on the bed. “You know I don’t like when you leave for so long.”

“It’s not like I like it either.”

Leaving his monstrous hammer on the table full of blueprints, drawings, nails and all other things you were forbidden to touch, he took his glasses off, and you saw his weary eyes, the blood vessels widened in their white. It didn't happen often, but from time to time Heisenberg would abandon his façade of a smug, careless bastard, and then you could catch a glimpse of a deadly tired man who had long lost any hope to ever free himself from Miranda’s death grip. Something had happened in those couple of days when he had been wandering the woods and catacombs filled with Lycans, Samcăs, and Vârcolacs, and it certainly wasn’t good news if it stripped Heisenberg of his endless complacency.

Quietly slipping away from the bed, you put your shoes on while the man in front of you left his coat hanging on a chair and stilled, his dirty hands on the desk as he stared at it blankly. While he stood there, motionless, you turned on the large faucet in an improvised shower cabin - everything there had been old and rusty, and you needed time to adjust the temperature of water from icy cold to bearable cool or even hot if you were lucky enough. Thankfully, Karl never protested against showering, washing away dry blood, machine oil, muck and filth.

Saying nothing, you carefully lifted his hat, unclasped the belt on his chest and started unbuttoning his dirty shirt - nobody would believe it had been white once. Finally, Heisenberg came back to his senses, smirking and letting you strip him of his clothes, leaving his pants and huge heavy boots on the floor. As he stepped into the shower, he dragged you with him behind the old plastic curtains full of holes, and your nightgown got drenched within a couple of seconds, water pouring over your head. You didn’t protest anymore, knowing the man wouldn’t let you go until he blew off some steam, pushing you into a wet stone wall and wrecking you ass till you started sobbing - he loved when you squeezed his fat cock with your pussy, but Heisenberg couldn’t risk getting you pregnant, leaving his child to be endlessly tortured by that holy bitch until she turned his baby into some fucking monster doll. Sometimes he could buy some condoms from the Duke, but it was still a rare occasion, so most of the time Heisenberg spent using your other holes, filling you to the brim with his cum until he felt satisfied.

"Wearing that white nightgown like some noble slut from Alcina's castle." he growled into your ear from behind, grinding against your ass, his callous fingers gripping your hips as he forced you spread your legs for him. "Did you do it on purpose, baby? Did you want to bounce on my cock so bad?"

Turning your head to him, you didn't get a chance to speak up when the man crashed his mouth into yours, his arm lifting up the drenched fabric of your nightgown and baring your flesh. Landing a loud smack to your ass, he grinned through the kiss: he loved it when you behaved well around him, taking whatever he was giving you like a good girl you were.

You didn’t mind. At first the thought of him touching you had been giving you panic attacks and nausea, but as years flew by, nothing changing in this Hell of a place where sanity was a privilege, you clung to Heisenberg in a desperate attempt to feel human again - even if it was something as primitive as grinding your bodies against each other.

As he rubbed his cock in between your shaking thighs pressed together, you moaned, the water cascading down your bodies while Heisenberg fondled your breasts, biting and nipping his way down your neck.

"You're going nowhere until I fuck the shit out of you."

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Breathing in the smell of his Cuban cigars, you watched Heisenberg smoke as he laid close to you, his naked body barely covered by a blanket: his skin was littered with nasty scars, and it seemed like every centimeter of it had once been burned, cut or bitten. Some of them were so old you could barely see them, others relatively knew where the scar tissue was still angry red and thick: most of the time he got them while working on his personal army down there, but with his regenerative abilities they were like a kitten bite to him. Of course, even of they weren't, Heisenberg would still pretend like it was nothing, wearing his shit-eating grin.

"The holy whore is up to something," he says after long minutes of silence, ash falling to the floor from his cigar, "and I don't like that I know fucking nothing of her plans."

You felt better knowing he wouldn't have to leave for quite some time now, staring at the man as he leaned back against the pillow, watching the smoke slowly disappear in the air - Heisenberg wasn't your darling, but he's the only one who kept you sane in that fucking hole where human life mattered so little. Among other Lords he's the only one who had the resolve to fight that heartless bitch hiding behind the façade of a holy mother. You couldn't call him sane, but he had enough sanity to remember what Miranda did to all of you and how fucking twisted was her desire to have a family. You weren't her children, regardless how many times Moreau was going to call her his mother. Whatever she did to you or those miserable villagers, her cannon fodder, she did only to revive her real daughter, and the thought had been making you sick since the times Heisenberg told you about Miranda's past.

"You think it's something big?"

"Yeah. She keeps disappearing into thin air, and I can't find a trace of her anywhere at all."

You grew silent, staring at the blanket with empty eyes: it certainly wasn't a good sign. Where was she going if even Heisenberg couldn't locate her? Was she crossing the forest to get to the outer world? The last time it happened she brought to the world one more horrifying monster with a face of a little girl. The only thing you knew about her was that she was destroyed a couple of years ago, just a failed experiment like all those Miranda had been involved in.

"I think she partners up with someone, some organization that can give her what she wants like, you knew, she did before." You muttered, and Heisenberg stared at you, narrowing his frightening light eyes.

"With whom could the old bitch partner?"

"I don't know, but I know she brought someone with her, willingly or not."

Now you had his full attention as he turned to you, his eyes burning a hole in your face. "Who did she bring here? How the fuck do you know?"

Rolling over to your stomach and hugging a pillow - a real pillow you got from the Duke a month ago, not that pile of garbage the man had been sleeping on for ages - you let out a loud sigh. You weren’t eager to go exploring the factory even though you knew where his soldiers were, but you couldn't just stay in his room for the rest of your days, and sometimes you would get out for a couple of hours, wandering empty corridors with rusted doors.

At first it was subtle. You knew this place well, but you couldn't sense monsters or people getting in the way Miranda did even after Cadou implantation. You just wandered the same places over and over, collecting semi-precious stones, bullets and other things you could trade for something with a merchant. As the time flew by, the feeling of uneasiness was washing over you as you stepped into certain rooms, got into certain places. There was nothing peculiar there, nothing that would catch your attention, but something was still eating you up as if you knew something wasn't right.

At one point you realized that what disturbed you were things moving from their original places - changes were small, barely noticeable for someone who didn't spend hundreds of hours walking around here, but you could know put your finger on what was wrong. Who was it? You knew it weren't the Lords who had no business here. Besides, the Master of Metal could always feel their presence. Obviously, it weren't humans from the village for whom the factory was sacred, and monsters possessed too little intelligence to put things on their places in the very same order. You thought it could be Mother Miranda, but she wouldn't be sneaky if she really wanted to show Heisenberg his place.

Now it all made sense. You knew the outer world would learn about this place sooner or later, especially after that monster girl incident, and it only proved the idea Miranda brought someone with her.

"I think it's someone smart, Karl. Someone who will either destroy Miranda or try to take control of her - and us, maybe." You said after telling him about your little adventures, and the man smirked, stroking your back. Of course, after her little Eveline had been released into the world, he had thoughts about other organizations having their fair share of Megamycete,

“Someone we can use against her, then.” He whispered, his eyes dark and perceptive as he leant closer, dropping a kiss to your shoulder, his complacency getting back as he sent you a smug grin, slapping your ass loudly. “Good job, little monster. Good job.”

Rolling you over on your back, he got on top of you, pushing your legs apart and licking his lips at the sight of your naked pussy right in front of him, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs.

“I’ve forgot to tell you baby," he grinned at you when you squirmed from his touch, his thumb already tracing tiny little circles against your clit. “I’ve got a rubber, so you better milk me dry with that sweet little cunt of yours.”

[sin-of-jess]

Yami Sukehiro

This one is exceptionally spicy.

Type: Smut

Warnings:  Alcohol use, but it’s not really drunk sex since no one drinks enough to get drunk I suppose

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Things are always hectic at the Black Bull's headquarters, so I'll admit I was surprised when I entered the front door and found silence.  It was sundown, and the room was gently lit. My captain was the only person that seemed to be down here, his large body on the couch facing away from me.  "Captain?  Where is everyone?" Though he had shown no signs of knowing I entered the building, there wasn't a doubt in my mind that he knew I was there before I spoke, "Some went out on a job, so the others decided to take a trip to train.  Most will be back tomorrow."  He tells me before taking another drink from a small glass, or were his hands just that big?  "I didn't expect you back so early though." "Yeah,"  I start with a sigh, "Turns out the job was a bust.  It was just some kid pulling a prank with his illusion magic." Yami lets out a deep chuckle, "Bet that pissed you off."

"Honestly no, I'm more impressed he could trick an entire town so well they call the magic knights out for help,"  I answer as I drop onto the couch adjacent to him. Yami swirls the bottle of dark liquid, "Drink?"  He asks. I grin, it's always fun drinking with him, "Anytime with you captain!"  The last time Vanessa and I drank with the captain, it had ended in us manhandling Finral to take us to different restaurants in town to pick up food.  When we finally woke in the mornings our stomachs were bloated and our head pounding, but it was a hell of a fun night. Yami had held his hand up in a 'stay down' signal as he walked over to the bar, grabbing a glass for me and filling it up.  He refills his own glass before holding it in the air, myself joining in the impromptu toast, "To the best and yet worst damn guild around!"  He says, and I let out a holler in agreement before letting the harsh liquid slide down my throat.  I can only get half the glass down before I pull away with a twisted expression.  I could never handle drinks like my comrade and captain. Yami only laughs at my disgusted face, "Ain't you used to it yet?" "I never will,"  I respond, trying my best to settle my grimace before finishing the glass with a repeated look of disgust. The captain grabbed the bottle of liquor and decided to keep it at his side as he sits beside me and refills our glasses before sitting it on the table in front of us.  He had put a bit less of the dark drink in my glass this time, allowing me to gulp down the entirety of it at once.  I shudder as I poke my tongue out, "God it's strong."  I comment. He surprises me by grabbing my glass and holding it away from me, "You're gonna get sloppy too fast if you go like that."  He tells me. I roll my eyes and attempt to reach over him, a small dip in the well-used couch causing me to lose my balance and bump into his chest as my eyes focus on the glass that my fingertips can only barely touch, "Oh bullshit!"   I look over and finally realize how close our faces are to each other, my breath pausing at how little space separated us. Perhaps Yami had noticed how my eyes flickered down to his lips, but it was enough for him and he crashes his lips into mine.  I let my eyes fall closed as I kissed him back, tilting my body more to face him.  His free hand cups my jaw as he pulls me in closer, climbing into his lap to get comfier.  He leans forward to set my glass beside his on the table, my body following as I focus on the warm lips on mine.   He guides my body so that I'm straddling his lap, his one hand staying on my thigh to massage the supple skin.  The sensation of his fingers is enough for a small whine to escape my lips, Yami barely able to continue kissing through the grin that formed due to hearing the noise.  His other hand makes it down to my other thigh, massaging both my thighs as he coaxes my mouth open with his tongue. My head's swimming and I enjoy the sensation that comes from Yami pushing my lower body down so that my covered sex grinds into his lap.  I let my hands explore along his shoulders and chest, one hand staying on his shoulder while the other weaves into his surprisingly soft hair.  He groans softly when I grip his hair, a shock of pleasure hitting my core at the erotic sound of it.   When he pulls away my chest is heaving.  He grabs the hem of my shirt and pauses to look at me for silent confirmation, which I immediately give and lift my arms to help make pulling the top off.  He removes my bra next and leans himself farther back on the couch as his eyes rake over my skin.  I want to feel self-conscious, but his hands gently sliding up my sides and across the lower part of my breasts eases my nerves. As his fingertips dust over my skin, I get goosebumps, my nipples hardening as his fingers zero in and draw circles around them.  He leans into first kiss my collarbone, leaving a trail of wet kisses as he makes his way down to my left nipple.  He sucks away while swirling his tongue around as his other hand begins to gently twist my other nipple, soft moans coming from me while I lean my head back and close my eyes.  It's clear he knows what he's doing as I let him play with my chest. Having enough he wraps his arms around me and moves to lay me back on the couch.  I watch through heavy-lidded eyes as he pulls his shirt off and slides his pants off.  His thick member was obvious in his underwear, but I didn't get long to enjoy the view before he pulls all my bottoms off at once, pulling my shoes and such off as well.  Once I'm naked he brings himself up to my center, hooking one of my legs over his shoulder as he dives in. He starts strong, his tongue wild as he alternated between licking figure eights around my clit and hole before wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking hard.  My hands fly to his head and grip his hair as pleasure overtakes me.  He's like a starved man and he eats me out, my moans getting louder and louder as my back arches.  He focuses on my clit as he slides a finger in, pumping it a dozen or so times before adding a second.  He curls his fingers and it feels like seconds later I'm cumming on his fingers. When he pulls away my cheeks redden more than they already were at the lewd sight of my captain, his entire lower face covered in my juices.  I lean up to grab him by the back of the head and pull him in for a kiss, his face making a mess on mine.  He sits back up to pull his underwear down, my mouth going slightly agape at the size of him.  It was proportional to his large body, and I'm amazed at how heavy it looks in his hand as he pumps himself a few times. "You ready, Y/N?"  He asks, leaning in so that the head of his dick is touching my drenched lower lips.  I cry out a yes and my entire body is washed over with pleasure as he pushes his cock inside me.  He groans when he bottoms out in me, his upper body leaning over me as his hands slide across my body until landing on my hips.   The first few thrusts take my breath away, my body still adjusting to experiencing something of this size for the first time.  As he begins to pound into me I grab at his shoulders to balance myself and even try to snap my hips up in time to his thrusts.  His fingers dig into me and I can already feel another orgasm coming.  It seems right after I cum another one follows right behind it, and I can do nothing more but scream out his name as I cum for the third time in the night.   "F-fuck,"  He mumbles as he leans back, bringing my hips with him as he plows away into my pussy.  With his shoulders no longer in reach, I lift my arms behind my head, gripping at the armrest of the couch.  Yami's eyes are focused on my chest, watching as my breasts bounce violently along with the brutal pace the man held.   "Oh fuck I'm close aga-"  I squeal out as a fourth orgasm rips through me, seeing stars as I can only wail out my moans.  He slams roughly into me a few more times before he pulls out, my body dropping onto the couch unceremoniously as he pumps his cock a few times until cum shoots out.  The first spurt hits around my collarbone, the second and third landing on my chest before a few smaller spurts coat my stomach. The only sound in the air is our heavy breathing, neither of us sure of what to say.  I finally just let the first thing that comes into my mind come out, "Holy shit." He lets out a laugh, the awkwardness of the situation dissipated a touch as he leans over to grab his shirt.  He uses a small corner of it to wipe the droplet of cum that was threatening to drip off his cock before he starts wiping up as much cum as he could before the shirt was too soiled to mop up anymore. "I should wash off,"  I laugh out, taking Yami's hand as he helps me up. It's as if he knew my legs wouldn't work when he easily catches my falling form, "I'll help you."  He tells me, my chest growing warm at the, albeit awkward, kindness he was showing me.  Not every guy is still this kind after sex, but it's not too surprising her good-natured captain wouldn't leave her to fend for herself when her body is so vulnerable.

[p-antomime]

i will, my love.

— minors don't interact.

— wc: 4K.

content + warnings: 18+, including: soft dom!suna, pet names, fingering, oral (female), unprotected sex, worship, really soft sex tbh, virginity loss

pairings: boyfriend!suna rintarō x virgin!fem!reader

— haikyuu masterlist.

Your thoughts were eating you up inside. But not quickly, in a way that hardly hurt your soul, but, yes, too slowly, because of this, naturally your body started to work that much harder to get to the end of the day exhausted so that there was no opening for you to think about it.

Y/N was not entirely sure that her boyfriend realized this, but considering how observant he is, it was naturally possible that he was just waiting for a good opportunity to bring up the subject and find out what was making "his princess" so uncomfortable.

In reality, your fear was that Suna thought that the problem was something involving you, or worse, that you were about to break up with him after a long 1 year and four months of dating, but the problem was more specific and, for you, secretly more embarrassing, especially when your friends told you that "you are too old to be a virgin". Every time the group of friends of the two of you got into the subject of "sex life", you walked away and made up a bad excuse to leave the place, sometimes taking Suna along or sometimes leaving him behind; and the few times when there was no way out and the two of you were put up against the wall, Suna would reply that "you're both waiting for the right time" and you could see the look of disappointment not in him, but in his friends.

Suna was extremely patient with you, and although you actually thought it was the least he could do for you as the person he loves, your mind persisted in whispering in your ear that he would get tired of waiting. It wasn't as if Y/N was a holy prude, far from it, but every time he tried to comfort you with his arms around your body while his lips were pressed against yours in a deep and intense kiss and his hips thrust against yours in an attempt to demonstrate that his body needed yours, you felt too eager and refused to move forward with that brief signal; and all these times you could hear Suna in the bathroom using his own hand to masturbate because the walls were so thin in the apartment shared between you and your classmate.

Did you feel guilty for not fucking him during all this time of dating? No... until last week when a girl approached him while you and his friends were leaving for the movies and asked if she could have his number. It wasn't as if Suna had paid any attention to the girl, but you felt as if there were thousands of young girls your age or older ready to give him anything he wanted in a matter of minutes, especially to let you slip between their legs without a care in the world.

And today was the day when Y/N had the day off to do whatever he and his roommate wanted, so it turned out that it didn't take long for Suna Rintarou to be lazily lying on the couch in the living room of the apartment shared between his girlfriend and another girl from her college course while you were looking for a movie for both of you to watch. You could feel his watchful, calm gaze glued to your back, but your body didn't want to turn around to face him.

— What is it? — You asked, still looking at the TV remote control.

— You seem strange these days. — He said, in the same eerily calm tone he always used, he was trying to get you against the wall by using the same old words so as not to make you feel afraid.

— Do I? — It was obvious that you were going to try to talk him out of it, and it wasn't long before you heard a rustle behind you that indicated that Suna was now sitting on the couch instead of lying down, and his hands came down on your shoulders, massaging them lightly; only at that particular moment did you realize how tense they were.

— Do you want to talk about it, or do I need to tear it out of you? I can tickle you until you talk... or kiss you until you suffocate, you choose. — A light laugh escaped his lips and yours fingers briefly unlearned how to flick the TV remote control.

— I've just... been thinking a lot these days, but it's no big deal. — You shrugged your shoulders trying to look nonchalant, but Suna put his hand on your chin and made you face him.

— Really? So, you wouldn't mind repeating that by looking me in the eye, would you? — He raised his eyebrows suggestively, and you frowned.

— You don't believe me?

— Not after watching you act so strange all week, not after yesterday you didn't even want to participate in the video game night at the twins' house. — He leaned his face on her shoulder and frowned. — Tell me what's wrong, and I'll fix it for you. — You bit your lip nervously and chose to look away from the television again. — Has anyone annoyed you this week? Is someone at the college treating you badly? Was it something I did?

Y/N knew that there was a high chance that Suna would throw several questions at her to get to the root of what was being the nuisance as soon as he felt she was comfortable around him, but she didn't expect it to be this soon and that he wouldn't give her time to come up with the slightest plausible excuse.

And after Suna's voice died down, an uneasy, tense silence settled over the room, and you ended up turning around so that you could look at him.

— Does the fact that I didn't want to have sex with you during these months of dating bother you? — It was his turn to feel embarrassed and choke on his own saliva.

— What? — He coughed a few times, feeling as if he had heard you wrong.

— You heard me. — You leaned your arms on his legs and looked at him intently as his calm and serene countenance returned.

— Is this the problem? Lack of sex? I thought you didn't want me to go through with this yet. — His hands brushed against her cheeks and caressed them with his fingertips. — Did you change your mind?

— Answer my question and I'll answer yours.

— It doesn't bother me, really. I will wait for years to have sex with you, if you decide to keep me waiting that long. — Suna answered calmly, and slowly the tension inside you dissolved. — I thought you didn't care so much about this, if you hadn't we would have talked more about it, if you had wanted to.

— I was just... insecure, because you never complain about it, and I feel that your friends look at you like you are with me out of pity every time the topic of "sex" comes up. — Y/N replied returning to focusing on the TV remote. — And... — Her teeth bit the inside of her cheek before her lips whispered more to you than to Suna: —, maybe I changed my mind.

— What, babe? I couldn't hear you properly. — Suna put his arms around your waist and pulled you up, and you felt your cheeks begin to heat up.

— I didn't say anything.

— Repeat what you said before. — His tone dropped an octave and a shiver ran down your back slowly.

— I said I might have changed my mind. — You swallowed hard, staring him straight in the eye for a few seconds before feeling intimidated and staring at the back of the sofa behind him.

— Hmm, really? — Suna rested one hand on your chin while the other rested against your waist to pull you up to sit on his thighs, after which he kissed your lips lightly. — Do you truly want this or are you doing this just because you think it's what I want? — He asked, running his thumb over your lower lip.

— I do. — You answered, shifting into a more comfortable position on his lap and looking down from his eyes to his mouth. — Give me the best of yourself that you can.—  Your hands rested on his shoulders, and the thought of having him freely explore your body made butterflies rise in the pit of your stomach.

— I will, my love. — Suna replied with a slight smile before he really kissed you hard and slowly reached inside your gray tank top with his fingers.

His touch was soft, tender, with fingertips rubbing against the skin of your back slowly, as if massaging it, and then moving down the front of your torso to gently reach your breasts. He was really trying to make you as comfortable as possible, as relaxed as possible, and you couldn't help yourself but have your heart melting under the influence of Suna Rintarou.

When the two of you had to break the kiss because of the missing air, it wasn't long before Suna's lips left wet kisses down your neck and his fingers massaged and squeezed your breasts lovingly before he began to play with your nipples and you gasped because your boyfriend's touch seemed to amplify your own pleasure. It wasn't as if you had never masturbated, quite the opposite in fact, but it was different when another person was touching you.

— Are you sure? — He asked, pulling his lips away from the warm skin of your neck and looking down at you with his hands still around your tits.

— Yes, I'm absolutely sure. — You answered inevitably, forcing your hips against his for more friction. — Please, love. — Your hands reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it up to expose his upper body.

— Great, babe. — Suna kissed your collarbones and rose from the sofa, pulling you along with him, making you clutch his shoulders in despair at the sudden action. — It would suck if your first time with me was on the living room couch, wouldn't it? — You felt your cheeks heat up and lean your head on his shoulder, nodding positively. — You're my princess, so it's only fair that I treat you like one in the bedroom. — And so he carried you to your room, and when he got there, he locked the door and let you lie on the bed looking at your body intently.

As soon as his hands brushed against your tank top and moved it out of the way, Suna was licking and sucking one of your breasts carefully while his other hand squeezed your other nipple, moans escaping from deep in your throat filled the place obscenely and your head fell back against the pillows as your legs opened to better accommodate your boyfriend's body between them.

— Fuck, you are so beautiful. — Suna whispered, sliding his lips down your abdomen and sending a shiver down your back that made you tangle your fingers in his brown hair and try to force your hips up to signal to him where exactly you needed him. — Don't be impatient, I need to take my time with you, it's your first time. — He kissed lightly on the top point of her pelvis and her body shivered.

In the next few seconds, Suna was undoing your thin pajama shorts and leaving you in only your panties while his fingers ghosted down your knees and thighs slowly. The anticipation and expectation were eating you up inside and it was inevitable that high-pitched moans would come from your lips, your body was literally burning for him and your vision seemed about to go blurry at any moment. And he hadn't even done anything sexual with you yet.

— It's so easy to get you horny it's almost cute. — Suna murmured more to himself than to you as he kissed your covered pussy and made you squirm.

Over the fabric of your panties, he gave you a gentle lick along the entire area of your intimacy before actually moving it out of the way and slowly pushing your folds apart. It was almost as if you had been longing for years to belong to him, and Suna couldn't help himself before grunting and teasing your clit with the tip of his tongue. The wave of pleasure that washed over your body was intense enough to make you arch your back painfully and pull his hair tightly as loud moans came from your lips.

— So sweet, I've been thinking about your pussy for so long. — Suna said before he gave a few more licks against your intimacy and entered your interior with just one finger slowly, but he stopped in the middle of the process when he heard a low grunt of pain coming from you, probably because his finger was longer than yours and reached places that had not been widened before. — Tell me if it hurts too much, I can go slower on you, my love. — He kissed your inner left thigh lightly and slowly continued to put his finger in, only to let you get used to it.

— Can you move... please? — You asked breathlessly, propping yourself up on your elbows.

— Sure. — Suna answered with a loving look before he began to move his finger slowly inside you and feeling his own arousal increase as he saw your face contort with pleasure before your head fell back again.

As he increased the speed of that single finger and analyzed your expressions of pleasure and your thrusts of trying to force your hips up for more friction, Suna slowly introduced a second digit into you and massaged your clit with the thumb of that same hand. His lips left biting and sucking on your thighs with no intention of actually marking them, only to make you lose yourself further in pure lust. Minutes later, when your moans already indicated that your insides had gotten used to the widening of two fingers, a third one was introduced and slowly your boyfriend began to really build up a rhythm that made your mind forget absolutely everything. There was only: Suna Rintarou and his ambition to make you feel good.

— Damn, you're so beautiful, I could pleasure you for hours and never get tired of looking at your beautiful face. You're my pretty girl, aren't you? — You couldn't formulate a coherent sentence, not when his fingers were curving in that overpowering way inside you. — Always so good for me, so sweet for me. — Suna took your clit between his lips gently before he began to use his fingers to make scissor-like movements to widen your insides as much as possible.

— Fuck, babe... — You gasped, feeling the same pressure in your lower abdomen that was present every time you were about to cum using your own fingers. — It's s-so good, please... I... — Your train of thought short-circuited as your boyfriend's licks on your clit became more consistent and responsive, your hips thrusting upward frantically.

— Yes, my love, I know, cum for me. I know you want to. — He responded by increasing the speed of the fingers inside you.

A few more thrusts widening your insides were enough to have you collapsing against your boyfriend's body, breath panting, eyes rolling and hands desperately trying to grab hold of any piece of his skin you could get your hands on. You were finished, to say the least. The feeling of having someone making you cum, especially with fingers much longer than yours own, was overwhelmingly different than having you touch yourself. Suna had never pleasured you in that direct way before, so he needed to assess your expressions and body language to know what made you most comfortable, but it only took seconds before he adjusted the right pressure and rhythm to have you completely melting.

— You're such a good girl to me, I love you. — Your boyfriend slowly withdrew his fingers from inside you and moved from between your legs to plant kisses on the surface of your belly while complimenting you in the best possible ways, even though your mind was too busy recovering from the recent orgasm to actually pay attention to what Suna was saying. — Do you think you can handle cumming one more time for me, or do you want me to stop? — He asked, holding her face between his hands after leaving several light kisses all over her cheeks and lips.

— I-I can, yes, don't stop. I want more.

— What a good princess. — Suna whispered against yours lips opening a loving smile and it was almost as if it was possible to see hearts drawing in his pupils.

After that, the rest of his clothes were spread out on the floor around the bed and maybe, just maybe, an apprehension settled inside you as your eyes traveled down your boyfriend's athletic and now naked body and found the length of his cock. He was definitely above average and this made you unconsciously drag your body away a little, which did not go unnoticed by Suna, who put his hands on your lower back and squeezed it lightly as if to reassure you.

— Do you trust me? — He asked, leaning over your body and pulling you close again, your response was a slight positive nod. — If I said it wouldn't hurt, I'd be lying, but if you need me to stop, let me know. Don't be afraid to let me know everything you're feeling, okay, my love?

You responded with a minimal "Yes, Suna" to him and rested your hands on his shoulders, inevitably digging your nails into them as you felt him spread your legs to wrap them around his waist and place the tip of his cock against your entrance. He rubbed his cock between your folds a few times before holding you firmly and slowly invading your interior. You could feel every inch, every vein, but for the first few seconds the pain overpowered the pleasure and small tears rolled down your cheeks. You felt extremely breathless, as if your body was going to break, so Suna leaned over your body to wipe away yours tears with kisses and leaned his forehead against yours without being able to hold back a low grunt from the pleasure of having you squeeze him hard and the pain of feeling your nails raking the skin of his shoulders.

— My beautiful girl, relax, trust me. — He whispered, sliding his mouth down your neck and massaging your back gently. — You can relax for me, can't you? You can be a good girl for me, can't you? — His eyes were staring into yours seriously.

— Y-Yes, Suna, I can... just... — Your breath caught in throat as you felt him slowly continue to fill your insides until he could make you swallow him down. — Give me a few minutes, I'll be your good girl.

— Of course you will. — Suna stood completely still inside you, kissed your collarbones and licked your breasts lightly, never stoping to massage your lower back to give you the comfort he knew you needed.

Leaning your head against the pillows, you concentrated on making the feeling of discomfort and pain gradually disappear. Slowly your body began to move back and forth until you became accustomed to the presence of Suna's cock stretching you completely. Yours senses began to want more of that pleasurable impact, and soon the same spasms as before began to run through your back again.

— S-Suna? — You called him slyly and in a slurred voice. — C-Can you move, please?

— Sure, babe, anything for you. — He pulled you into a deep, loveable kiss before holding your face between his hands and beginning to move inside you, he was trying to analyze your expressions before he began to build up a proper pace.

Suna found that his girlfriend liked it too much when he arched his hips and came hard inside her, but came out slowly, in contrasting movements, so he did this several times just to see you squirming and begging for more of him. It was music to his ears. Your boyfriend's hands lodged around your waist and assisted you in moving back and forth on his dick as his knees rested against the mattress of the bed. At no time did he stop worshipping you and calling you affectionate nicknames through whispers in yours ears that would hardly be heard outside the room because of the sound of the bed banging against the wall and the moans coming out of your mouth.

The pleasure was overwhelming all of your ability to think rationally and yours lips were too busy alternating between giving lewd kisses against Suna's and taking light bites all over his neck. You could literally feel every bit of his skin against yours and it was driving you madder than you could or wanted to admit. The words of love he whispered to you were the complete opposite of his deep, strong thrusts inside you. But, as the minutes passed and your own boyfriend couldn't contain the erratic movements of his cock inside you, he switched positions leaving you on top of him. For the first few seconds your body almost came to a complete standstill with the new depth attained by his entire length and you couldn't help having curses come out of your mouth.

— I-It's so good... — Your body moved up and down against his cock slowly, wanting to prolong that feeling of having him stretching you. Watching you intently, Suna thrusts hard while holding your hips and moaned in unison with you because of the delicious sensation.

— Damn, you're so tight, you take me so well. — He pulled your torso to lean against his and let you partially lie on his body before he began thrusting himself deep inside you, hitting all the right spots inside you.

Everything about him seemed to push you to climax faster than you thought possible. Face flushed slightly, chest rising and falling rapidly, eyes half-closed, shoulders tense and mouth ajar to try to draw in more air. He looked more handsome than usual and completely given to you. That was definitely the man of your life; that's what was resonating in your mind as the tip of Suna's cock began to rub against your cervix and make you lose your head completely, finally reaching your second orgasm that had already left your senses bewildered, considering it was only your first time.

Suna still had so much to show you, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't excited by the idea of helping you figure out what you liked and didn't like about sex, but by now you were exhausted, so he ended up giving you just a few more thrusts against your walls that squeezed him deliciously before he pulled out and ended up cumming all over his own abdomen and soiling your thighs with some of his cum as well. You staggered to the side and he quickly helped you lie down on the bed as comfortably as possible, for a few seconds neither of you said anything, your boyfriend wanted you to first get your breath completely back.

— Did I hurt you? — He leaned on your shoulders and looked at you intently. — It was... — You interrupted him with a quick little kiss and smiled fondly.

— It was wonderful, I swear. It was better than I thought it would be, in fact, I thought it would hurt more. — It was hard to see Suna's cheeks flush, and this moment will go down in your memory as one of the few times your boyfriend was embarrassed. — I love you, you're perfect for me.

And after the two of you spent long seconds lying in bed exchanging kisses and caresses, Suna induced you to go take a shower with him to clean yourself and then "you both could do whatever you wanted for the rest of the day",��because, he said during the shower:, aftercare was important, especially for "his princess”.