#hold on my two in denial bbys

[ohmypawsandwhiskers]

I also need to block out space to type up the most recent chapter I’ve written for my Erwin x oc fic, but I need to get these moccasins done in a week, so…

[howyouloveyourdragon]

threesome with margaery and robb please please i BEG

Taking Charge

pairing: margaery tyrell x reader x robb stark alternate universe: Margaery allies with Stark instead of Lannister, Robb survives (no necrophilia here thank you babes) pronouns: she/her anatomy: afab warnings: power dynamics, dom/sub dynamics, brief discussion of trauma (the red wedding) kinks & positions: threesome, dom/sub dynamics, brat taming, light bdsm, being gagged, oral (reader receiving), riding, masturbation, face riding, orgasm denial, fingering dividers by: saradika wordcount: 3,388

A/N: only the best for you ma'am, you told me i could go feral and i always deliver >:) i really hope you enjoy this bby! ♡ also margaery lowkey acts as a medieval marriage counsellor but we'll touch on that later ☠️

Margaery Tyrell is beautiful. You know it. Your husband knows it and the gaggle of raucous men know it as she flits her eyes over Robb. Her lips move but you are too entranced to doubt her words. You hear Robb gulp beside you and your own breath hitches as her shoulders roll back, a lithe hand exposes her neck by sweeping her hair behind her. She smirks as she curtsies--slow and deep. "Thank you, your grace for understanding my position." "Of course." Robb's voice utters but you can hear a familiar gruffness. He glances at two of his men as he gestures for two of them to lead her to a spare tent. You let a gentle hand rest on his forearm. "You need not," You tell the men, ignoring when your husband snaps his sights back to you. You smile pleasingly at Margaery. "We will find somewhere together, it has been a long time since I entertained guests." She returns your grin with the hint of surprise in her crystal eyes. The flicker across your form and her parted lips close. "Perhaps I should be entertaining you, my Queen." You feel as Robb tenses and squeeze gently. You merely hum to Margaery and begin to glide toward her but your husband snatches your arm quickly and tugs you back. His eyes stare deeply into yours as he guides a hand to cup your face, an intensity as he draws closer--prolonging each movement. He connects your lips effortlessly and drinks in the gentle gasp when his tongue treads along the seam of them. Your eyes flutter like the flap of a butterfly's wings until they shut closed. His fingers twist the hair at the back of your head and tugs just enough to let him drink in your soft whine. You don't have the chance to see as Robb's sights turn hard and warning as they lock with Margaery's. Her smirk only deepens.

Eventually you gather the inner strength to pull away with a wet smack and stumble back. As your eyelids slip open his darkening stare greets you, a quick tilt of his head permitting you to step away. His gaze stays locked on you as you leave, linking your arm with the new woman's. "He is rather protective of you." She notes as you walk throughout the camp. You hum in agreement and nod softly. "There was an incident a number of moons ago where he was supposed to marry one of the Frey daughters, we supplemented another man in his place but..." You pause, discomfort crossing your skin like a spider's thick web. Margaerys collects your free hand in the bed of her own hand and squeezes gently. It gives you the courage to continue. "The matter was not resolved. There was bloodshed and we lost a babe but we escaped and so..." Margaery steps in front of you, now holding both your hands. Your breath stutters but still you paint a sad smile across your lips. "I understand." She assures with a gentle smile. She wishes to reassure you. Two of her fingers rise to lift your chin to encourage you looking up into her eyes. "I would feel the same if I had a petal such as yourself. I would take my vows of protection over you just as carefully. And I would take those vows." Her voice purrs like a kitten curled in your lap, like it is a soft tail wrapping itself around your forearm instead of her hand. 

The days pass with your forms close at every turn and under your husband’s watchful eye. Your nightly activities increase, a deeper need clawing up Robb’s chest. Tonight, you writhe in the sheets with Robb's pants fanning over your neck as his fingers bury deep within your core. He moans at the wet stickiness, letting it drip down his hand. You feel it growing–the wave about to crash–swirling deeper and deeper. It’s like a whirlpool that you are begging to let swallow you down. You want it, you need it and then–Then Robb retracts stops. “Say it,” His unusually gruff voice murmurs in your ear, ignoring your flailing legs. You try to grind back and forth but his spare hand pushes your hips down in warning. He leans up to your ear. “Say it.” He demands once more, rougher. “I love you.” You concede easily, gentle whimpers pouring out. His fingers roll fluidly again and the waves return. “Again.” “I love you.” The water spins you, an overwhelming heat distorts your sight. “Again.” “I love you.” And finally he lets the dam break inside you. Your heat gushes over his hand. His mouth drops down onto yours with a resounding kiss. His lips move sloppily but demandingly. He grumbles as he turns to lay his back on the bed and sling and arm around your own. “So good for me.” He rumbles. “My best girl, hm?” You mumble in approval while he moves to kiss your cheek before standing. Your whines return as he begins to leave you, presumably to visit the tent of your living quarters. Not for the first time you are grateful your husband is given special privileges but detest the sight of his back. He chuckles low. “A moment, my love.” He leaves, presumably to find a cloth and water. Your slick glistens down your rear. 

Minutes pass, possibly twenty, possibly thirty but either way you are unsatisfied with your missing husband. You rise on shaky legs, bare all except a silk robe. Your feet lead you to the connecting tent, surprised at the closed sheets of it. Your breath hitches as you step toward the dark tent, your fingers about to part the sheets but two familiar voices interrupt the movement. “I heard you of course…” A Tyrell voice tuts and your eyes go wide. Surely she does not mean… “Denying your wife? I thought Starks were honourable.” A deep blush treads up your face with the wisps of wind. You shiver as the cold air creeps through your dress, hardening the pebbles beneath. You peek through the curtain and instantly clasp a hand over your mouth at the sight of your husband stiffened, the woman opposite trailing her fingers up his tunic. He snatches her wrist quickly and squeezes it harshly. You can hear her breath hitch. “What are you doing, Lady Tyrell?” Robb snarls to which she merely chuckles. She steps onto her tiptoes and leans into his ear. “I am going to teach you how to please your wife, how to please your Queen, how to…worship her.” She purrs the words like a playful kitten. His grip loosens enough for the highborn lady to grow bold and raise her other hand to his shoulder. He is silent as his eyes track her palm. It is almost soothing, the circles she rubs against the loose fabric. The wolf King clears his throat before he speaks. “How?” You would pity his vulnerable tone if it didn’t charge the throb of your pearl, if the pebbles of your breasts were not growing more sensitive with every word that flowed through your ears.

You almost gasp when you see her unravel two snakes of rope from beneath her skirt, letting it feed through her fingers as she pushes Robb down into a wooden chair though you are both aware it could not truly hold him unless he demanded his own body to still. Her hands glide down his arms, thick with muscle, her nails play with the top threads of his linen undershirt. The rose unlaces the ties of his shirt slowly, torturing. Your eyes hook their gaze to her fingers, mouth going dry at their graceful movements. She is a lot more experienced than she let on but it does not upset you...in fact it rather does the opposite, your pearl beginning to throb again. He watches her, eyes tracking her every motion. “Well first you are going to have to calm yourself. I would hate for her to join us too early, before we even have you prepared for her. You cannot see her face but you can imagine her serene smile. Her hands glide across his chest and push him down into a waiting chair. The bridge of rope between her hands follows down to slither between his legs. He grunts at the contact, his member still heavy from the activities before. He bites his lip. Margaery chuckles as she sinks to her knees and begins to bind his forearm to the wooden chair. “Do not worry, my King, we will fix that in a moment.” Your eyes widen and drink in the sight, watching as she binds his other arm as well. You gulp as she straddles his lap.

“Oh such a good boy…” Margaery coos, running her hand into the northerner’s hair and then gripping the curls tight. Having a King bound to a chair before you–inside a tent or not–is a rather quick way to encourage your confidence. For it to drip through your veins and pump the blood raucously. She smirks down at him as he groans. His eyes are as fierce as the wolf he is. “I almost feel guilty for playing with you but if you want to be a King, you will have to earn that right.” She licks her lips and dips a hand between her breasts. The King gasps, matching you simultaneously but then she pulls out a grey fabric and brings it to hover before his mouth. His eyes snap up to hers. “You must trust my practice, King Stark.” He growls but begrudgingly parts his lips enough to bare his wolfish teeth. Her giggling attracts your ears as she slides the gag in his mouth. She raises a single hand in the air and beckons you close. You freeze. “Come, my Queen.” Her free hand runs along his jaw then hardens it, pulling him closer with an intensity you didn’t expect. “He’s pretty isn’t he, dearest?” You merely nod, looking at your husband as the Tyrell tugs at him. Her eyes flit over to you as she smirks. “This is not the first time you have both played this game, is it?” Her grin deepens when your reluctant nod pleases her. Robb bites his lip, trying to hold back the moan. “I was wondering why you do not mind me playing with him but now I see…You enjoy it. Seeing someone else in power for once, taking him…” She slowly tilts her head. “Would you like to tame him? The big bad wolf? You will need to find your voice, pet.” A tentative step forward is all she needs to see to broaden her wicked grin. She slaps Robb’s cheek sharply and climbs off his lap. “There’s a smart girl.” Her hands reach you while her face squeals in girlish delight—a sight you are not used to. 

“We are going to have so much fun.” She purrs and releases one of your hands to stroke her index along a lock of your hair. Her eyes darken with a sea of lust pushing desperately against a restraining barrier. She brushes back your hair and leans closer until her breath is fanning across your lips. “And so we have acquired another player.” The sea crashes—taking your kiss with it—as she presses her lips to yours and drowns in it. Margaery Tyrell is a woman of many talents and one of those talents is knowing exactly what she wants but more importantly how to get it. A gasp slips from your mouth to hers as her fingers trail up your thigh. She slowly lowers herself until she has to pan her head to look at you. Her eyes stay misty. “I’ve always wanted to taste a Queen.” With the flick of her tongue, she pushes you back to lie on the table and spreads your legs with ease, rustling the wretched grey fabric. “Always so modest.” She tuts as she dives her face beneath and skips her tongue along your inner thigh. A rumble burns at your throat, your eyes squeeze as tight as your fists in anticipation. “So sweet,” Margaery commends before darting her muscle across your hidden pearl, wetting the fabric above. “Yes, I think I would like to join you on that throne of yours, we are going to have a lot of fun, sweet blossom.” Her hands turn commanding. “Oh such a good boy…” 

“We are going to have so much fun.” She purrs and releases one of your hands to stroke her index along a lock of your hair. Her eyes darken with a sea of lust pushing desperately against a restraining barrier. She brushes back your hair and leans closer until her breath is fanning across your lips. “And so we have acquired another player.” The sea crashes—taking your kiss with it—as she presses her lips to yours and drowns in it. Margaery Tyrell is a woman of many talents and one of those talents is knowing exactly what she wants but more importantly how to get it. A gasp slips from your mouth to hers as her fingers trail up your thigh. She slowly lowers herself until she has to pan her head to look at you. Her eyes stay misty. “I’ve always wanted to taste a Queen.” With the flick of her tongue, she pushes you back to lie on the table and spreads your legs with ease, rustling the wretched grey fabric of your robe. “Always so modest, hm? Don’t worry, we’ll fix that.” She tuts as she dives her face beneath and skips her tongue along your inner thigh. 

A rumble burns at your throat, your eyes squeeze as tight as your fists in anticipation. “So sweet,” Margaery commends before darting her muscle across your hidden pearl, wetting the fabric above. “Yes, I think I would like to join you on that throne of yours, we are going to have a lot of fun, sweet blossom.” Her hands turn demanding, her nails sinking into your thighs. A yelp rebounds from your lips in time with a distant growl. You sit upright on shaky elbows to let your heavy-lidded eyes gaze upon your needy husband, a dribble of saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth, gag wet. Perhaps fabric is not a desired material. She rolls an ‘r’ along your bud, delighting in your sharp intake of breath. Robb rumbles once more. Margaery sighs. “You can either behave or wait even longer. I will bring your wife to her peak once more for every sound that comes from your lips but you will receive nothing until you have learned to prioritise your beloved.” Her voice is muffled but resounding. She commands him as well as she would command a disobedient mutt. Her tongue licks up your residue. “If you were my wife, I would drink from you every waking moment and if I were your King, I would keep my face tucked between your thighs. Escaping my lips would be your hardest battle.” Margaery moans. Robb growls at the rose’s words but the soothing strokes of her tongue please you. 

She pulls back, smirking at the whines that drip from your mouth. “And so needy too.” She chuckles as she pulls away, her curls tickling up your thigh. You jump in sensitivity but it all makes her coo like caressing a flightless bird. “Aw, sweet darling. Need us to take care of you, huh? Is he not taking care of you? Poor thing…We’ll just have to take care of you, ourselves.” A deep growl permeates from your husband, his arms straining against his ties but as your eyes linger on his form, his cock looks aching as it strains through his trousers, the tip of it wetting the fabric. The poor man must be absolutely throbbing and yet that doesn’t make you pity him, it only entices you. Margaery raises a finger to rub pressured circles on your bud. She chuckles when you hiss and your elbows collapse you to lie back on the table again. The image of your husband’s hungry face lingers in your mind but it’s Margaery’s hair that you move to grasp between your fingers. Your hips grind as her tongue returns to lap at you. “That’s it,” You encourage, delighting in the wet noise.And then it comes again, the sensitivity crashing over your cunt. Your eyes shut tight and your face scrunches up as a long pitiful whine pushes past your lips. The whimper of the Stark King only sends another wave to flow onto Margaery’s tongue who doesn’t lessen her pace until she can swallow down every drop. 

Your body falls imp, sprawled out. Your legs tremble as they hang off the side of the table but finally Margaery’s greed softens and she pulls back. Your glistening wetness still coats her lips as they grin up at you. Her hands slither up your body, starting at your thighs until they settle on your waist. She squeezes gently before spreading them. You hiss briefly but are quickly hushed when she kisses up your neck in soothing patterns. “I will not mark you yet.” She whispers in purring vibration. “But if you ever tire of wolves, I will be but a moment away.” She kisses the space behind your ear. A tempting little rose she is as she pulls away, cupping your hands as she tugs you to stand on your shaky legs. She tuts. “So used today, don’t worry, it’s your turn.” The scent of her hair wafts thickly up your nose, clouding your other senses as she pulls you, one arm now around your waist. When you finally look up from the floor, you see Robb’s piercing eyes waiting for you with the patience of a wild boar. She slowly winds your legs so you can straddle your husband who quickly nuzzles against your neck. Margaery delights as she wraps around you from behind, kissing up your opposing shoulder as her hands help yours to slip down Robb’s smallclothes. However, it is you who raises your fingers to tear open the offending fabric on your husband’s chest and who rips the gag away to replace it with your lips. He grunts and ruts his hips. His member throbs, the top purple and preening for attention. You can almost feel it begging. Margaery’s warm palms roll your hips, grinding you against it but you do not complain. His lips are wet with saliva and sweat but it doesn’t deter you, letting the salt flit across your tongue. 

Margaery praises you as you gather the strength to slide onto his length, gasping out as it fills you for the first time in a week. He groans loudly, eyes already rolling back, it’s the final straw for him to snap off the ropes and capture your hips while you sink onto him. When you finally drop onto him, your arms hook around his neck. “Be good for me, that’s it,” You encourage as he whimpers like a pup. Margaery beams with pride as she brings her fingers to roll your nipples back and forth. “Tell her how much you want it.” Margaery prompts, voice growing gravelled. “That you want her, that you want to fill that sweet little pussy, hm?” Robb nods, and thrusts hard into you, a yelp streaming from your lips. “I want you.” He moans, hot breath panting as his grip tightens. “Want you more than I’ve wanted anything. Iw ould give up my crown and my line for you.” A high pitched noise escapes you as your hips rock faster back and forth. “Want to keep you full of me. You want that? You want me to keep you full?” Your nods are all he needs to finally let loose and spill, you tighten as Margaery flicks the pebbles of your breasts. You throw your head back but the rose of Highgarden is quick to rake one hand into your hair and tug you to face her. “That’s right, my queen. Release for us.” And you do, your womanhood spasming as a thick cream rings around your husband’s who sighs breathily and kisses up your neck. A line of wetness slides up as your companion chuckles low. 

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[hellaephemeral]

OMG, HI!! And yep, I made an ask game! Didn't think so many people would be reblogging it, honestly! 😆

Hope your day has been going well! 💫

For the Character Ask Game, this is for any character you feel like rambling about right now...

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

hii kiya!! <33 it‘s a v fun ask game!! def deserved 🙏🙏

yes!! hehehe my day went well :)) hope yours went well as well!!

nooow any character i feel like rambling about?? hmmmm hard choices 🤔🤔 i haven‘t talked about my husband and bbg in a while sooo sanji!!!

1. why do you like or dislike the character?

good question 😭😭 most time i am wondering that myself because i love sanji!! mwuah mwuah bby best bby best husband ever!! buttt he is also crINGE and embarrassing and sometimes i will deny i even know of his existence. just yk husband things. but!! what i like about sanji is that he is very kind. he isn‘t a petty person (zoro is an exception) and doesnmt easily hold grudges against people unless they hurt his friends or women (period). he extends forgiveness easily and he is very loving and caring. he is the definition of a malewife <33 and i am kissing his cheeks. why i don‘t like him?? he is a pervert but i decide to ignore oda‘s choices because it doesn‘t suit sanji at all 😭😭 like he is so respectful?? usually?? and yes he is a simp but it‘s so?? weird?? why he‘d suddenly ignore boundaries like it‘s just not him (ik him the best cuz we‘re married).

25. What was your first impression of this character? What about now?

That‘s quiiite funny hshshshs. Because my first impression was basically: ew. hahahahaha. my friend (mis mwuah mwuah) was showing me one piece men she thought i‘d be into when i start the show (to convince me to start) and she showed me sanji and i was??? doubting her hARD CORE. like??? sorry dhshdh but i thought op men were all ugly (not ace <3 or yamato <3) and sanji as well. wnd then he showed up on screen for two seconds and i fELL HARDCORE in love with him. i was vvv upset and in denial about it for a while. sanji and me went through a lot of ups and downs. but now we are married <3 and i adore him <3 (might change any second i have my moods with him. we divorced like?? three times or so. which was justified cuz he chEATED on me with aN AWFUL GIRL) dhhshshs i am sane btw

[jessybarnes]

Patience

Title: Patience

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Rating: 18+ Only! Minors DNI!

Word Count: 2,934

Tags: SMUT, angst, fluff, cockwarming, submissive Bucky, handcuffs, drinking, flirting, pet names, maybe slight degradation if you squint, slight dom/sub, masturbation, fingering (female receiving), clit play, permission to cum, edging, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, begging, crying, explicit sexual content, explicit language, and I think that's it.

Written For: @buckybarnesbingo, @sebastianstanbingo, and @anyfandomangstbingo

Square(s) Filled: Y1 - Kink: Cockwarming for Bucky Barnes Bingo // G5 - Submissive!Bucky Barnes for Sebastian Stan Bingo // G2 - Handcuffs for Any Fandom Angst Bingo

Dedicated To: @buckyalpine - I love you, bby ❤️ I really hope you like this 🥺 It's a thank you for all of the amazing content you've put out for us.

Beta(s): Just Grammarly

A/N: I'm so sorry this is bad... I've been so busy these last couple of weeks with Thanksgiving and yesterday was my stepdaughter's birthday and today is my daughter's so I've had basically no time to write. I really hope this isn't terrible, but I'm so sorry if it is. Also, have I already used the below GIF before for one of my fics? Yes. Am I using it again? Yes. Will I probably use it for a future fic? Also, yes. 🤷🏽‍♀️

You sip your drink as you watch Bucky from the bar. Currently, he's smiling at something Steve said, his flesh hand patting the blonde super soldier on the back while his metal one holds his glass of Asgardian mead.

You're not one for parties, but you know it means a lot to Bucky that you're here with him. He's finally rid of the Winter Soldier, the assassin side of him that he's battled to overcome for years, and in true Stark fashion, he threw your boyfriend a party.

It feels like everyone Tony has ever talked to is here, and crowds make you anxious, so the bar is where you'll be until Bucky's ready to go.

Natasha refills your glass and smiles at you warmly, "he's come a long way."

You swirl the amber liquid around a bit before taking a healthy drink.

"He has. I'm so grateful to Wakanda and the Dora Milaje for helping him. It took a while, but we're finally here."

She nods and pours herself a shot, "it's been a long time coming."

"Speaking of coming, I feel like everyone and their mother came to this thing. I don't even know half the people here..."

Nat snorts, "it's Tony, what did you expect?"

"Touché."

A comfortable silence settles between the two of you and you feel yourself starting to unwind.

Finally.

You finish your second drink and motion for Natasha to refill it again. She sets the bottle down and glances over your shoulder shaking her head.

"Looks like one of the secretaries has taken a liking to Barnes."

Well, so much for being able to relax.

You turn in your seat and watch as a pretty blonde touches his arm softly, batting her eyes at him like a giddy schoolgirl.

Bucky doesn't reciprocate, but he doesn't shoo her away either. He looks up at you momentarily and bites his lip before smiling at the girl in front of him. You know he's not really interested in her. He'd never cheat on you. It still doesn't change the fact that he's deliberately flirting with her in front of you though.

Your fingernail taps on the side of your glass as you grow more and more irritated. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and trails her index finger down the front of his shirt.

You grip the glass so hard that your knuckles turn white.

"I'll pay you later, Natasha," you down the rest of your whiskey and slam the glass down on the bar top. "Right now I've got something to take care of."

You push through the crowd and tap the blonde on her shoulder. She whips around and gives you a pointed look, "can I help you?"

"Yeah," you raise an eyebrow, "you can help me by stopping yourself from eye fucking my boyfriend."

Her eyes go wide as she looks from you to Bucky. He shrugs and she huffs before walking away.

You glare up at him and he takes your hand, "oh, come on doll. I was just teasing you."

"Don't doll me, James. You know I don't like seeing you giving someone else that kind of attention."

His free hand wraps around your waist and pulls you into him, "come on, baby. Don't be like that."

Steve chuckles, "I don't know, man. That girl was looking at you like you put the stars in the sky, and it's not like you pushed her away when she touched your chest."

"Who's side are you on, pal?" Bucky narrows his eyes at his best friend.

You've had enough. This party, that girl, Bucky's attitude, all of it, and it stirs a possessiveness inside of you that you haven't felt in a long time.

"It's time to go."

Bucky's eyes go wide, "go? But the party just star-"

"I said it's time to go."

Steve whistles as you drag Bucky toward the elevators, "good luck!"

Once you get him back to your shared bedroom, you shut and flick the lock.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y., please tell anyone who comes to our door that we aren't taking visitors."

"Yes, Miss Y/L/N."

Bucky leans against the wall and looks down at you softly, "I swear I didn't mean to upset-"

"Well, you did. Take your clothes off and lay on the bed."

"Y/N, please just let me properly apologize to you."

Your hands move to your hips and you give him a stern look. To anyone who isn't familiar with your relationship, it would be quite comical seeing your tall, muscular, super-soldier boyfriend being so submissive to you. You know he needs this though, to be able to let go and give himself completely to someone he knows won't hurt him. And who are you to deny him that? Especially since you love the rush of taking control sometimes.

"Don't make me ask you again, James."

Bucky bites his lip as he stands up straight. He pulls the red henley he's wearing over his head, and you watch the movement of his well-defined muscles with hooded eyes. He undoes the button on his jeans and slides them and his boxers down to his ankles before stepping out of them.

"I really am sorry, baby"

"I know you are." You gesture behind him, "I've changed my mind. Sit with your back against the headboard."

He turns to walk over to the bed and you groan at the unimpeded view of his ass. Fucking hell, he's perfect.

He settles on the comforter and looks at you with curious, blue eyes. You don't say anything to him as you walk into the closet. Moments later you return with two pairs of silver handcuffs dangling from your fingertips and you watch his cock twitch in interest.

"Y/N, I don't see how this is a punishment," he drawls.

You smirk and cuff each of his hands to the small metal hoops that jut out from the side of the headboard. These were no ordinary handcuffs either, they were made with raw vibrainium which means he can't get out of them easily.

"Trust me," you step back and reach behind you to pull the zipper on the back of your dress, "you'll see."

Bucky watches as the little black dress falls to the floor and pools around your feet, his eyes darkening with want.

"God, you're so damn gorgeous, baby."

You smirk, "and it's too bad you won't get to touch me." You smooth your hands over your soft skin, your fingertips barely catching your nipples making you gasp. "I was really looking forward to those big, strong hands all over me, Buck."

He groans and watches you take off your bra and panties, "come on, pretty girl. Please let me touch you...please?"

You climb on the bed and straddle his chest, his cock beginning to leak in anticipation of your touch. You ignore the urge to and slide two of your fingers between your soaked folds instead.

"Mmm, you should have thought of that before ... fuck ... before you flirted with that secretary.

He watches you circle your clit slowly, his eyes nearly black now as he tugs harder at the cuffs.

"Baby... fuck, baby please!"

"Shit, I'm so wet for you, Bucky...feels so good..."

You bring your glistening fingers to your lips and close your mouth around them, licking them clean of your arousal. Bucky whines and raises his hips in frustration.

"Let me have a taste, please baby? Please! I'm so sorry for even looking at her... God, please...need you so bad..."

You tilt your head to the side and look down at him. His eyes are desperate and you almost give in and undo the handcuffs.

Almost.

"Aww, do you need a taste? Do you want me to sit on your face, baby boy?"

Your tone is teetering the line of sincere and condescending, and it makes another bead of precum spill from the head of his cock. Your words alone are making him fall apart. You've never been this dominant with him and he'd be lying if he said he didn't like it.

"...please."

It's merely a whisper, but you hear him nonetheless and decide to take a little mercy on him.

"Lay on your back for me, baby."

Bucky scoots down, his arms suspended slightly upward and out to the side as he lays flat. You move so your legs are on either side of his head and hover your dripping pussy over his lips.

"Since you love using that pretty mouth to tease and flirt so much, why don't you put it to good use and make me cum. Maybe if you do a good job I'll let you fuck me."

Bucky licks his lips, "I'll make you feel real good, doll. Please... just please let me taste you..."

You lower yourself down to his mouth and he immediately begins ravishing you. His tongue skillfully slides between your folds, alternating from your hole to your clit making you moan.

He's always been so good at this. Taking you apart over and over again until you're a shaking, quivering mess. But this? The way he's delving his tongue into your dripping cunt, devouring you as if he needs you to survive, it's another side of him you've never seen before and it's one of the hottest things you've ever experienced with him.

"Fuck... yeah, baby just like that."

Bucky groans and moves back to your clit, sucking it and flicking it with the tip of his tongue. His untouched cock is leaking profusely now. He's determined, desperate to feel you cum, desperate to make you fall over the edge and taste you.

It isn't long until the familiar coil begins to ignite and your legs start to shake from the amount of pleasure your boyfriend is bringing you. Your hands tangle in his hair, pulling it as your hips rock against his mouth.

"Oh, Bucky! Don't stop, baby! Don't you fucking stop... oh, my god...fuck, you're gonna make me cum!"

He moves his tongue faster, tugging at the cuffs and wishing he could grip your luscious thighs.

Your eyes flutter closed and you throw your head back as your orgasm shoots through you like a bolt of lightning. Bucky doesn't stop, and you let him work you through your high until it becomes too much. Finally, you climb off of him and lay on the bed at his side, moving your fingertips up and down his thigh slowly while he breathes heavily.

"Did such a good job for me, baby. You made me cum so hard."

Bucky turns to look at you, "does that mean I can fuck you now?"

You bite your lip and just barely graze his thick shaft.

"Oh, sweetheart, you didn't think it would be this easy, did you? You thought giving me one orgasm would warrant forgiveness for deliberately flirting with someone else in front of me?"

Bucky gasps and whines from your touch, his cock twitching in need.

"Doll, p-please...," his eyes shine with tears and his fists clench and unclench, "I'll never do it again, I promise! Please I...I need you so bad...so bad, baby..."

You kiss his lips and shush him, before carefully straddling his hips. His eyes are wide and needy as he looks up at you, and your heart thuds hard against your ribcage. He's so fucking beautiful like this. All spread out for you. Needy and begging for your touch.

Bucky is so good at being in control when you need him to, but at times like this, he's the prettiest submissive you've ever seen.

"Sit back up for me, honey. I'm going to give you a reward, okay?"

He nods and scoots back up so his back is against the headboard again. He watches as you rise on your knees and reach behind you. His eyes roll back into his head as you wrap your fingers around his cock, and you immediately pull them away.

"Ah, ah, ah...keep those eyes on me, baby."

Bucky nods and you curl your fingers around him again before lining him up with your entrance. You're so wet that you don't even need him to prep you.

Ever so slowly, you sink down on his thick, hard cock. Bucky's so worked up that you can feel him throbbing as you take him to the hilt.

"You're so fucking big, baby. Mmm, you fill me up so well. Does this feel good, sweetheart?"

He shudders and resists the urge to raise his hips so he'll go deeper, "so good...feels so good."

"Is this what you wanted, honey?"

Bucky swallows thickly and lets out a shaky breath.

"Wanna...wanna feel you ride me. Please...please just wanna cum for you."

You cradle his face in your hand and brush the pad of your thumb over his stubble, "only good boys get what they ask for, baby. Besides, I love feeling you just like this. So deep inside me, the head of your pretty cock kissing my cervix, you make me feel so full."

Bucky whimpers and you lean forward to kiss him again, your mouth moving against his slow and sweet.

He kisses you fiercely and you reciprocate with just as much fervor. Bucky could stay like this forever, just drowning in the way you feel around him, in your touch, and your taste.

You pull away and smooth your thumb over his bottom lip, "if I uncuff one of your hands, are you going to be good for me?"

The thought of being able to touch you makes his eyes fill with tears as he nods enthusiastically.

"If you can be a good boy for me I'll ride you, baby."

You reach for the handcuff keys on the bedside table and uncuff his metal hand.

"Rub my clit, baby boy. Make me cum around your cock."

Bucky reaches down to where the two of you are joined and touches the cool metal of his thumb to your bundle of nerves. You gasp at the contrast of temperatures as he begins making tight circles.

"Fuck, Bucky..."

You rock your hips slightly back and forth, cupping your breasts as hot sparks of arousal shoot through you. A low rumble sounds in Bucky’s chest when he feels you clench around his cock, and he has to force himself not to cum.

"God, baby...can feel you squeezing me. Wanna watch you come undone with my cock buried inside of you. Please, princess? Please come for me..."

The way he's begging for you, the feeling of the smooth metal of his gold and black thumb moving over your clit, and how fucking good it feels to have his thick cock stretch you open sends you falling over the edge for a second time. His name tumbles past your lips over and over and spots dance in your vision as you cum hard for him.

You're both panting when you finally open your eyes again. Bucky's shaking, his eyes are still wide and shining as he silently begs for release and you finally, finally give in to him and plant your palms on his chest.

"You've been such a good boy for me, honey. I'm gonna ride this beautiful cock and I want you to tell me how good it feels, but you can't close your eyes. I want you to look at me when you cum."

You know he's not going to last long. Not when you've worked him up this much, so you don't bother starting slow. You move up and down at a steady pace, listening to his needy, desperate moans.

His metal hand grips your hip and helps to guide you as you start to go faster, and you can feel how close he is, his cock throbbing inside of you as his lips part in a silent scream.

"Oh, my god, babydoll... feels so good... m'so close! Gonna cum so hard for you, pretty girl. Please! Please am I allowed to cum? Can't hold it anymore...s'too much...feels too good... please ... please!"

You brush away his tears and lean down to capture his lips in a passionate kiss.

"Fill me up, baby boy. Come on, let go for me. Show me, sweetheart."

Bucky slams you down on his cock and holds you in place as he groans loudly into your neck. His orgasm crashing into him like a tsunami as he nearly sobs in ecstasy.

You pepper kisses all over his face and shush him as he shakes in your arms, sweet nothings falling from your lips as he comes down from his high. Eventually, you move to get up, but he whines and pulls you closer to him.

"I need to uncuff your other hand, honey."

"But I wanna stay inside you...please? Just wanna feel close to you."

Your eyes soften and you free his flesh hand, rubbing his wrist gently.

"We can stay like this as long as you need to, Buck. I'm not going anywhere."

He moves so you're both on your sides and slides his softening cock back inside of you gently. He sighs happily and buries his face in your neck.

"Love you, princess... love you so much," he whispers sleepily.

You kiss his forehead and rub his back tenderly, "I love you too, baby. Close those pretty eyes and sleep for me, okay? I'll be here when you wake up."

It isn't long until you feel his breathing even out, and you continue to hold him close as sleep begins to take you too.

You're happy and safe inside the embrace of the love of your life.

You're home.

Tagging: @buckyalpine @madashatters18 @sarahrogersevans @chrisevansdaughter @nerdygingermoose88 @brandyywar

[generallysapphic]

say it more often +18 (riri williams x reader)

you and riri are dating and everything has been going well. but after that first time you two hadn’t had sex like that again, and you know why, but it’s too embarrassing to admit. riri, of course, what’s you to tell her what you want, no matter how embarrassing you think it may be. so, you try to swallow your pride, you can tell her, right?

i need riri williams next to me right fucking now. in my bed holding my hand, NEOOWWW!!

anyways this is the same reader and established relationship from playing dumb, so go read that first to have some context, and since it’s the same the description still stands

warnings; overstim, crying, soft bullying, dom! riri, sweet sub! reader, squirting, multiple orgasms, strap on sex, name calling, slight breeding kink, embarrassment kink, semi public sex, public teasing, jealous! riri, orgasm denial

song inspo: hold on by the internet

DT: thank you loves; @verachii @dejaonline @shuri-my-love @sokkasbae255 @placeoffreedom @szalipcombo @widowmakker @blackgcomica @mocha-aya @dayjlovesromance @rxcently @letitias-fav @malltake12 @bluejay2503 @suhni @imshurisbabymama @fetchyourlife @lifewitquinn @letitias-wife

“haaa, fuck, fuck,” you moan quietly, trying to keep it down as you knew it was after hours and you didn’t want to wake anyone up. your vibrator wasn’t even at its maximum speed but you were so spent up, any pressure on your clit was going to tip you over.

and of course there was no reason for you to masturbating like this, you had a wonderful, sexy, amazing girlfriend who you could talk to about anything but this… this was just something you needed to wait for.

after your first time with riri, you started dating officially; meeting in your dorms, kissing in hallways, walking each other to class, going on dates and staying over, all the cute shit you always wanted to do when you got a girlfriend, but youve been sexually frustrated for the last couple of weeks or so. and of course, again, you could tell riri, but, god after the first time you don’t know how much more embarrassment you could take knowing she’d see you that greedy and desperate again.

you whine and toss your head back, thinking of riri any way possible. you had on one of her hoodies and you could feel the hickey she left on your neck still itching at your skin, fuck, she was all around you.

but i need her inside me, you think desperately, small tears forming as you feel your orgasm approaching. “ahhhh, riri, please,” you whisper to no one, wanting her to read your mind, burst through your door and fuck you senseless.

but it’s too late now, your legs clamp up, your thighs begin to shake, and you feel yourself twitch, fuck, you’re cumming—

“mhhh… ahhh, fuck, fuck, fuck, riri!” you shout softly, your clit pulsing lowly under the vibrations and your legs shaking slightly. you sigh out the rest of your moans as your pussy clenches around nothing and you catch your breath.

fuck, you really need riri. you sigh out and but your vibrator back in your nightstand and turn off the music you had been listening to. you pull out your phone, 11:47 pm. she’s probably still awake.

you: hi my love are you up? 11:48 pm

she doesn’t even take a minute,

riri bby <3: for you, course i am, what’s wrong? 11:48 pm

you smile softly as you head to the bathroom, still a bit jelly legged.

you: nothing, i just miss you, whatre you doing? 11:48 pm

riri bby <3: thinking of you, i was hoping you’d text me 11:49 pm

fuck, even over text shes a smooth talker. you sigh as your pussy gets just as excited as you do, and you decide to leave it alone and put some pants on and lay back down in bed

you: yeah? what were you thinking about? 11:49 pm

riri bby <3: fucking you in front of our chem class so daniel can stop staring at you. 11:50 pm

you toss your phone with a shout, fuck! why would she text you that knowing you want to jump all the way in your bones? you take a deep breath, riri was still so bold even after you’ve guys been dating for nearly a couple of months now. and even though it shouldn’t take you by surprise anymore, it still turns you on an embarrassing amount.

you reread the text and decide to focus on the latter part of it:

you: i feel like i’ve assured you enough times for you to know that i don’t want daniel and i’m fairly confident he doesn’t want me either 11:51 pm

riri bby <3: yeah you have but i don’t like the way he stares at you. i could blow him up, yknow? 11:51 pm

you did know. yes, i know, 11:52 pm

riri bby <3: mhmm, whatre you doing awake, you have culinary tomorrow right? get some sleep, baby 11:53 pm

you smile at your phone, so considerate, so sweet, god you want — no, need — to fuck her again so bad. you want to text her that, your fingers hovering over the keyboard slightly, the words ‘please fuck me’ are already in the message box but instead you backspace and type a simple, okay <3 11:55 pm

riri bby <3: goodnight, love 11:55pm

you sigh and put your phone on the charger and put on your bonnet.

she deserves to know, you think, or at least i deserve to blow all this steam off, i don’t think getting horny over a text will cut it for too long.

you sigh, maybe tomorrow.

you don’t tell her the next day.

riri doesn’t seem to pick up on you acting weird either, she’s holding your hand and telling you all about her and shuri’s lastest new project and how many improvements they’ve both made to the ironheart suit and you just listen as she rambles. riri had this cute side to her that no one ever really saw, she really only got this way with you, all nerdy and excitedly talking about tech you had never heard of and you always enjoyed it.

you two were in the quad, eating lunch— well you were eating riri’s lunch and she was mostly talking. you watch her closely, she’s so cute, so pretty, fuck i need her so bad, god look at her hands, fuck—

“hey, y/n, you with me?” she asked waving her hands in your face and you blink, “y-yeah, i’m here, sorry daydreaming,” you laugh out and shove another fry in your mouth and avoid her gaze.

she exhaled through her nose, and picks up your chin with her hand, “what is it?” she asks, looking deeply into your eyes. god, her eyes, her mouth, her lips—

fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, i need you, i need everything, you said you’d give it to me read my mind, please — you shrug, “nothing, it’s just.. just macro again,” you laugh a bit.

she raises her eyebrows, the look you’ve come to mean, “really? that’s it?” and you nod again and she releases your chin and you release the breath you were holding, happy she took your answer.

she scoots closer to you as you continue writing your homework and you feel her hand slide between your thighs and you gasp, “riri, what—”

“shhhh, just write baby,” she whispers in your ear as she palms your underwear from underneath your dress. you squirm trying to close your thighs and stop yourself from moaning, “ri.. riri what’re you doing, we’re in public—”

“i know so be quiet, okay? i just wanna feel you for a second,” god, fuck, you do too, you want to open your legs and give her everything, moan aloud and kiss her passionately and you can feel yourself start to drip down your thighs and riri continues to palm you through the small wall of cotton keeping her from your clit.

you gasp out, fuck fuck yes touch me, please, i need it— and then suddenly her hand and its pressure is gone, riri sighing and picking up her textbooks. you gape at her and start, “i-i thought—”

“you thought i was gonna fuck you in the quad?” she smirks and you stammer and she continues, “you should know by now i only do what you ask for, baby. so if you want me to fuck you in the quad and we both get expelled okay, sure. but ask. if you want something, ask me. i feel like we had this conversation before, yeah?”

you swallow, “yea, yeah we have,” and she nods, holding eye contact. “so, what do you want?”

you sigh, fuck this is so repetitive, but before you can even say anything your alarm goes off, letting you know your culinary class was about to begin. you look at your phone and back at her, “i want… to get to culinary on time,” you say instead and kiss her on her flabbergasted cheek and collect your books.

she’s still sitting down when you start to stand and she smiles and says, “im pretty sure i have a higher stamina than you, yknow. so if you wanna play this game, sure, we can, but when you lose, don’t cry,” riri says, all too confident, and you huff.

“i won’t. lose nor cry,” you say, but your voice falters when you see her smirk.

fuck, yeah, you were going to lose.

for the next week, you and riri have just been teasing each other to see which one gives up before the other.

she’ll palm you occasionally, keeping her hands on your ass at all times and always whispering things in your ear and kissing your neck. she’s always rubbing the inside of your thigh, always two steps from your pussy. she’ll text you late at night that she misses the way your pussy clenches around her fingers, that she misses your noises, how pretty you sound for her; she’ll practically harass you throughout the night with those messages.

you were try your best to keep up; you wore skirts that got shorter and shorter, you’re always sitting on her lap and moving slightly every now and again, once you leaned over and let out a small moan in her ear and she kicked the table you were at in the fucking library to draw attention to you both and make you stop. you had even once sent her a semi nude after getting out of the shower and she didn’t text you back until an hour later and your mind couldn’t help but reel at the thought, wondering what she could’ve been doing for that hour.

after receiving a fairly long and explicit paragraph about much she couldn’t wait to fuck you, you walk into biochem with a short dress on and your hair up. you walk right passed riri to get to your assigned seat but not before daniel, fucking prick, comes up and stops you and makes you turn around to see him.

“hey, y/n, how have you been?” god, he’s so awkward, you cringe but you see just past him, right at the rim of your glasses, you see her,

riri. your girlfriend. fuming.

she looks like she really is about to blow him up.

you exhale, “i’ve been okay, daniel how are you?” you say just to be polite. you sigh still not making eye contact, watching riri watch you and your every move. “good, i’ve been good. so yeah, uhh i was just wondering if you wanted to go out some time, you seem pretty chill, so like i was just—”

you can barely hear him. all of you’re attention is in riri fucking williams, who looks like she’s about kill a man in front of you. you want to go up to her, reassure her like you normally do and promise that you’re not interested in daniel but you know it’s not that, she’s not worried about you, you think she’s just realized people don’t know you’re all hers.

your phone goes off during daniels monologue about how cool you are. you know it’s riri, because by now she’s turned around, her faux locs are the only things you can see and your entire body is hot. you stop daniel, “daniel. i’m a lesbian, i have a girlfriend, and i don’t want to go out with you, okay?”

and he looks crushed, of course he does, but you could care less. professor haymore walks in and you sit in your seat and check your phone,

riri bby <3: i lose. come to my dorm after class. 3:52 pm

you sigh, happy it isn’t a promised death threat or grave for daniel and text back:

of course, all you had to do was ask. 3:56 pm

and once more, class is the longest it’s been in a while. luckily it’s just review so your notes are choppy and barely understandable but you accept once more this is just a lesson you’ll have to miss. the next hour are 30 minutes are spent thinking about riri williams; how she’ll fuck you tonight, how much you’ll be limping tomorrow, what classes you have just in case you can’t come in, how much you can’t wait to have her again.

class ends, fucking finally, and you pack yourself up before you see riri already next to you, waiting. you smile that innocent smile even though you know she’s gonna fuck everything out of you, “hi,”

she smiles, “i like your dress,” she lies through her teeth. you know she hates this dress, and not for the reasons you’d think. when you’re in this dress all she can think about is bending you over and not letting you up, it hugs you just right in the most perfect places and your ass looks amazing in it and it drives riri insane. you play just as coy, “do you? i thought you hated it,”

riri extends her hand and you take it and she pulls you close, “i only hate when i can’t take it off, is all,”

and you laugh, “well i appreciate the clarification,” and she nods, hand on your waist as you walk down the lecture hall and take the long journey to her dorm across campus. shes eerily silent so you start, “i hope you’re not too sorry about losing, yknow. you held out for a very long time,” you say sweetly and she laughs,

“oh i take that back, i’m not losing i just needed something to grab your attention and make you listen to me,” riri scoffs out and you’re at her dorm already, mouth gaping.

“you can’t take back your loss, you admitted it!” you scold her and she laughs, “but i set up the game so i change the rules, cmon you know that,”

you exhale as you both enter her room and she puts some music on, “no, i didn’t know that. you admitted it, that you lost, so now—” you huff shutting the door behind you.

“yeah, so now what? i just get to fuck you right?” riri says taking off her bookbag and her shoes and hoodie, fuck, you see her arms flex around her shirt, dammit, you’re getting distracted, “n-now you.. ugh i don’t know! we didn’t discuss actually prizes, or establish rules so i don’t know what happens now,” you huff out and she walks over to you and pulls your chin down to kiss her and you completely fall over and unravel just from her mouth alone. you wrap your arms around her just like you always do and feel her hands around your hips and you moan in her mouth.

she releases you and you both pant, “i’ll fuck you, mami, i lost fair and square, okay?” and you smile, triumph at last. then she adds, “but i still like it when you ask me, so can you? please for me, baby?”

and she sounds so needy, much like you do sometimes, and you can’t help but wonder, “why?”

riri smiles shyly and shakes her head, “i honestly don’t know, i think it’s a kink, maybe. like i like seeing you get all flustered and embarrassed, i really couldn’t tell you,” she admits, rubbing all over your back and butt.

you laugh, “really? that’s it? i can do that,” you say sweetly and she puts her forehead against yours, “yeah? for me?”

you kiss her nose, “just for you. please fuck me, riri,”

you see her smile, true and big, “yeah, yeah, i will,” and she kisses you again. you gasp, her tongue taking it as an invitation to invade your mouth and you mouth once you start to taste her. she slides her hands against your dress and begins to unzip it and you start to slip out of it as well.

she laughs, “i really do like this dress, baby,” she says and you laugh once it’s over your head completely, “yeah, now that’s it off right?” and she laughs with you as you both kiss and walk back to the bed and she eases you down.

you sigh feeling her mouth attach to your neck and start kissing your ear as she presses against your underwear and holds your leg open with the other hand. you’ve been waiting for this for so fucking long, god you feel like you’re gonna cum the minute she actually touches you.

your bra and underwear come off at the same time you feel her immediately press against your clit with her ring and middle fingers. you arch up, not expecting such sudden contact and moan, “hahhh, ohhh riri, right there,” you whisper out and spread your legs wider so she can access your pussy better.

she kisses against you and murmurs, “so pretty for me, baby,” in your ear and bites against your skin and your nipples. you whine, already overstimulated from not being touched for so long.

it only takes a few moments and few circular motions of her fingers for you to reach to reach your orgasm, you twist your head, “ahhh, mhmm i’m cumming riri, i’m gonna cum—” you moan out, hand grabbing for the sheets and pulling as riri encourages you, “that’s it mami, cum for me, go ahead, i wanna see,” and you let go, you mouth falling open and your legs clenching around her as your clit pulses and your pussy twitches, cum leaking out as you ride your orgasm.

you whine out, all high pitched until riri removes her fingers and kisses your face all over, whispering praises and affection. you sigh and pull her down for a proper kiss, sitting up slightly. riri smiles against you, and pulls away, “you wanna try it today?”

you blink, still high from your orgasm, before you realize what she’s talking about. it being the strap you two had decided to buy when you were both high after finals. you had talked about it, wanting to use a strap on, and riri admitted to having done so already (and you tried not to get jealous or find the girl’s address) and that she thinks you’d like it.

always down to try new things (and always down to spend money that isn’t yours) riri clicks purchase that fateful night and ever since then it’s stayed in her dorm closet, still not been used.

riri kisses your hands, bringing you back, “you okay, honey?” she asks looking into your eyes, “we don’t have to try it now if you don’t want to, it’s okay,” she says but the images of riri fucking you, pounding into you like there’s no tomorrow, her folding you like a pretzel and moving inside you, makes you ache in ways you’ve never ached before.

“no!” you say a little too loudly, “no, umm, i want to. try it i mean. we- we can,” you finally get out and riri smiles and she jumps up from the bed and whispers, “okay wait here,” as she goes to her closet in the bathroom

when she comes back, it’s in her hand, presuming she just cleaned it, and she’s got on boxers and her shirt is gone leaving her sports bra on. you smiled nervously, and she soothed over you thighs, kissing your cheeks, “imma have to finger you to open you up okay?” fuck, she’s so much, you nod, speechless, and she looks at you with those eyes and you say it aloud, “yes that’s okay,” you whisper and she sneaks a kiss to your lips, “good girl,”

fuck you could’ve moaned aloud if you weren’t already embarrassed. she lays you back down and kisses your lower half as she squirts lube on her right hand, her left still rubbing circles and patterns into your thighs. you whimper and toss your head back, you’re not going to be able to hold eye contact like you want to. you love seeing riri finger you, her skilled hand flexing inside you always drives you over the edge but knowing what’s coming next has you whining and hiding.

the cold lube is the first thing you feel before you feel her warm middle finger move inside your walls, making you gasp and close your eyes. you feel her kisses against your thighs and hear the small praises, “good girl, open up for me mami, okay?”

you moan feeling the second finger, “yeah, i will, hhaaa, feels so good riri—” you slur out, already feeling drunk on her two fingers alone. she laughs a bit before moving her fingers back and forth and you whine and move your legs, fuck, fuck, her fingers feel so fucking amazing. you sit up a bit, because you know the angle you like the most and you look at riri with hooded eyes, and she’s so focused, looking deeply into your pussy as she moves slowly in and out of you and holds your stomach down to give some added pressure to your pelvis. she adds a third and fuck, fuck—

you throw your head back once you feel her graze your g-spot, “hahh, yeah yeah, right there baby, please,” and she sighs, “yeah i feel it baby, that feel good?” and you moan and nod in agreement and she kisses your mouth and makes you lean back a bit more so she can hit it just right —

“ANNHHH, yeahhhh, yes please right there, right there riri, don’t fucking stop, pleaseeee,” you whimper out and she nods, hiding her face in your neck and kissing you there as her thumb finds and circles your clit, oh fuck, it’s too much.

you feel your pussy starting to pulse with her fingers and you know riri can feel it too, “i’m..! im about to cum, haaahhh! riri let me cum, please,” you whine out against her mouth and she whispers back, “yeah cum for me mami, lemme feel it, cum on my fingers, baby,” you toss your head back, disconnecting your kiss momentarily as you pulse around her, your pussy bucking against her hand and pulling on her fingers as you start to cum, squirting slightly as you moan out her name slurred and delirious.

riri’s encouraging you all the way, whispering small ‘good girl’s in your ear and she shakes her fingers inside you to prolong your orgasm; you grab her wrist from overstimulation and buck, “haa, i’m done, riri fuck, i came..” and she kisses you and pulls her fingers out, and you can vaguely hear how wet you’ve gotten.

you continue to kiss as your body calms down and riri rubs all over your skin and lightly touches your pussy, trying to get you relaxed again. you sigh once she releases your mouth and ask you, breathless, “where you want me, mami?”

your face heats up and you close your eyes, sighing, right. she’s about to literally fuck you, and even though you feel your pussy aching you from your last orgasm, you’re so excited for it you feel it twitch once the question leaves riri’s mouth. you try to remember all the times you and riri have tribbed before and where you liked her best and you sigh out, “on top, please,”

she nods, kissing you sweetly, and she holds your face to look at her, “hey,” she says quietly, and you open your eyes, nervous, but you see riri looking just as nervous as you, “thank you, y/n. i know this is a lot and it’s new, so imma try my best to make you feel good, okay?”

so so sweet, so considerate, fuck, riri williams is literally a fucking drug the way she has you wrapped around her finger,

you moan a bit, not expecting the sincerity and nod, “thank you, too.” you want to add an ‘i love you,’ but decided to hold off and she nods once more before moving around and grabbing the strap and adjusting her boxers. she takes the dildo and attaches it to her boxers and you hear her curse slightly, “fuck, i haven’t done this in a minute,” she whispers mostly to herself but you lean up and stroke her face encouragingly.

she looks at you with her pretty eyes and she leans into your hand and kisses it slightly, reaching for the lube and putting some on.

riri leans down, mostly to distract you with a kiss, because she knows how embarrassed you’d get if you see her like this, and you gladly accept because the thought of riri fucking williams — your girlfriend — stroking herself right now before she enters and fucks you would drive you up the wall. you hear it though, the soft sound of lube against the silicone and it makes you whimper in riri’s mouth, knowing what was about to happen.

once riri deems herself coated enough, she rubs her palms against your thighs and you feel her slowly slide the strap against you, and you gasp, breaking the kiss, and moan a bit, still nervous. she kisses down your neck and whispers how sweet you are and some thank you’s and such and you close your eyes, fuck, fuck it’s a lot.

she guides herself against you and slowly moves inside, the strap opening you up in a way her fingers couldn’t. you moan aloud, gasping, “holy fuck, riri,” you sigh and she whispers, “i know baby, it’s okay, hold on to me,” and you do just that, grabbing her forearms with your hands and sighing as her pelvis touches yours.

fuck.

she inside you. fuckkkk.

you can feel it, the plastic, right before your g-spot and you’re catching your breath softly, keeping your eyes closed as you try to collect yourself. riri is huffing in your ear too, obviously trying to control herself and let you adjust. she had told you that once, while you both were high and talking about sex, that she loves strapping. it’s her favorite part because how much she loves making her partner feel good, and that sometimes she can’t control herself when she does.

you remember hearing that, and how excited you were in the moment and now here you are, actually experiencing it. you moan softly again and pull her face from your neck and kiss her deeply, and riri gladly accepts, kissing back and rubbing her hands over your thighs and legs. when you part you whisper, “you can move,” is the smallest voice your body allows and riri looks at you and back down at your pussy and back, “sure?” and you nod.

she kisses you again and pulls out slightly, then pushes back in, rocking against you, holy fucking shit, you moan, loudly, feeling the tip of the strap barely touch your g-spot.

“fuck—” you let out softly and riri does it again, pulling out a little more this time and thrusting back in and knocking the wind from your lungs. you toss your head back, nails digging into her arms as she starts thrusting steadily into you, a slow pace to get you acclimated.

and what a wonderful fucking pace it is. you’re moaning loudly, head back and legs tightly wrapped around her body as riri looks at you in complete awe, you could fucking feel her eyes all over you. before you even adjust, your body is already craving more, and you groan aloud, and riri leans down still fucking into, “what, baby, you want more?”

her voice sounds so fucking different, your thighs close a bit, and you nod, you didn’t even know what you wanted more of, you just needed something else, the feeling of your orgasm pooling in your lower belly but not moving. you huff as she thrusts the same, “then ask me, mami,”

and you tilt back and moan, fuck, you’d forgotten all about that, her little embarrassment kink and you squeeze your eyes closed to avoid eye contact and you moan, “riri please fuck me harder,” and she sighs “yeah? say it again, baby let me hear you,”

you want to hit her, she’s so mean, keeping this slow pace and making you beg like this but your brain is fogged, completely unraveling at riri’s dick so you don’t care, “please, please, baby fuck me fuck be harder i need it fuck— i, i need you,”

and it’s all she needs.

maybe it’s the ‘i need you,’ but riri goes into overdrive, picking up your thighs and fucking into you deeper and harder, pulling out more and pushing back in at full force and you toss your head back and shout out, “YES, fuck, fuck, right there, right there, unhhhh please please please—” the strap is completely on top of your g-spot now, abusing it and rubbing against it with every thrust.

and you can hear riri cursing slightly above you, enjoying watching you squirm and she takes her right hand and starts toying with your clit, adding more pressure to your lower stomach with her left and you buck and shout, the sting of overstimulation in your veins. your orgasm sneaks up on you and your pitch in your moans change and riri catches it before you even say anything,

“you gonna cum, baby?” and you nod, breathless, about to let go and she’s suddenly at your ear, whispering,

“don’t you dare fucking cum,”

and you twitch, what? your mouth hangs to retort and she continues, “you think,” her thrusts get harsher as she talks, “you can just fuck with me like that for a week and i’m gonna let you cum?”

you moan again, fuck, fuck she had told you this last time, that she’s into obedience and when you had asked her to clarify, she just laughed and said “you’ll see, it’s kind of obvious,”

you feel some tears leave your eyes and you look up at her pleading and moaning, “ha, uhnn riri please let me cum, please,” it’s all you can do really, because the pressure on your pussy is making you speechless, your words already slurring together.

she chuckles a little and kisses your mouth, still keeping up with her intense pace, your pussy feels like it might fucking explode. you pull away from the kiss, bucking and moaning, tears still flowing steadily down your face, “please, please, i wanna cum,” you cry out, trying so bad to hold it in.

riri moves away from your face and kisses your chest, “i know baby, i know, just hold out for me okay, be my good girl, make up for how bad you were, yeah?” she grunts out and you nod, loving the thought of riri praising you again and being called good girl is all you wanted. it doesn’t help, though, because your orgasm is still approaching too fast for you to control and you try to warn her,

“riri, riri, baby, i — i can’t, uhhhh fuck fuck! please please im cumming — please let me cum, it feels so good,” and it’s nothing but music to riri’s ears and she’s grunting too, you feel her thighs shake against yours, “okay baby, cum with me okay? can you do that for me, mami?” and you nod, agreeing to anything if it means release.

she lasts for a few more thrusts before you start cumming first, yelling out a loud moan of her name along with slews of curses as your whole body pulses. riri’s right behind you, gasping softly and moaning quietly as she bucks softly into you and her legs shake. your thighs twitch and she takes her hand away from your clit once she feels it swelling up against her thumb. shes gasping some more before she falls over on you and you both stay, still breathless.

well, fuck.

you’re still gasping when you laugh welty and riri laughs too, now giddy and high after cumming so hard. you lift her face and pull her in for a kiss and murmur against her mouth, “i love you,” and she gasps and kisses you deeply, rubbing your legs and thighs up and down, “i love you too, baby,” she says back quietly and you smile and kiss all over her face.

riri sighs lowly and begins to pull out, and you moan slightly, pussy pulses almost like it’s begging for riri to come back inside. she takes off her boxers and lays next to you as you both catch your breaths and calm down.

you’re looking into her eyes and you smile, “that was good,” and she laughs a bit, “yeah, it was,” and you lean over and kiss her again, still feeling like you too should be connected in some way.

she rubs up and down your arms and massages your lips and clit a bit to calm them down. you sigh into your mouth and you buck a bit, knowing you couldn’t give her another even if you tried. she whispers against your mouth once you pull away, “thank you, love,” and you nod, “of course. and thank you,” and she repeats you and sits up to kiss you properly. riri gets up to go to the bathroom and grab you both warm towels and some fresh pajamas. you look at the time, fuck it was 9:30.

“i think we need to come up with a code word or something,” you start once you catch your breath and she sits next to you again, holding your hand and rubbing her thumb against it. she raises an eyebrow, “for?”

you smirk a bit, “for when we both get to proud or embarrassed to say what we want. because you clearly needed that like i did,” and riri laughs, and puts her hands up in defense.

“okay, how about, umm… ‘i need help with macro’.” you snort at her and shove her a bit,

“oh my god, you’re never gonna let me live that down!” you laugh and she laughs with you, “what, i mean it’s a big staple in our relationship! you did that instead of telling me what you wanted, right?” she smiles and holds your face and you smile back, “yeah yeah, i guess.” you huff still smiling.

and she leans in again and whispers another “i love you,” right against you lips.

about a week later, riri and you are in the quad again, and the memory of what she had tried to do here floods your mind the minute you sit down.

she’s working diligently and looking so focused and so sexy you bite your lip and lean over into her ear and whisper, “i think i need help with macro again,” and she laughs back,

“i was just about to say the same thing,”

riri come home the kids miss you

okay guys whewwww that took me out a bit i hope you enjoyed! leave some requests for who or what you want next!!

byee don’t forget to reblog and leave comments!! 🤎🤎

[ry0chann]

No. 84 from smut list 2 with service Dom! Erwin x fem reader? Thx bby(~￣³￣)~

#84 — “If we weren’t in public right now I’d have my head between your legs.”

WARNINGS: fem!reader, smut, modern au, established relationship, public sex (technically), a bit of fingering & clit stim, orgasm denial

WORD COUNT: 0.9k

NOTES: this ended up so much fucking longer than i wanted it to be but it’s fineeee

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It wasn’t often the two of you went out like this — work kept the man busy, which unfortunately meant you didn’t get much time for evening outings. Tonight, was the exception. Erwin had come home at a decent time, and quite enthusiastically asked you out on a date to some fancy restaurant. It was a simple gesture, but endearing nonetheless.

Here you were now, sitting beside him in the comfort of a booth towards the back of the restaurant. Normally you’d sit across from him, but he wanted you next to him tonight. You didn’t question it, you figured he just wanted you close. Though perhaps sitting so close was a mistake.

His palm rests on your knee, his thumb lightly caressing your skin. The food had already been ordered and you’re both now waiting for it arrive, sipping on the white wine Erwin so kindly purchased. There’s an incoherent chatter in the room, filling the silence of your personal space until the man beside you decides to break it.

“I know I’ve already said it, but you look gorgeous tonight.”

You smile at his compliment, turning your head towards him. His other hand comes up to cup your cheek and he leans in for a kiss. The hand that rests on your leg suddenly starts to drag up your thigh as he kisses you, calloused fingertips brushing against your soft skin and making you shiver.

Erwin’s lips part from yours, just enough for him to whisper close to them.

“If we weren’t in public right now I’d have my head between your legs.”

Your face heats up at his statement, your heart suddenly beating much faster. He chuckles deeply, as if he hadn’t just said something lewd, giving you another quick peck before giving you some space. Erwin wasn't the type to joke about things like that — if he said it, it's because he meant it.

"I think you've had too much to drink, mister." you tease, trying to laugh off his comment.

He simply shakes his head, taking your jab too literally and informing you that this glass is his first. His eyes appeared dark somehow, holding a lustful glare. It intimidated you. You couldn't help but get a little antsy thinking about what he'd be doing to you if you were home.

Erwin kisses you once more, unable to contain his urge to. His hand remains stationed on your thigh, inching under the hem of the dress you wear, dangerously close to your panties. You don't mean to, but you whimper into the kiss he has you trapped in, pulling away embarrassed.

"Something wrong?" he asks, smirking knowingly.

"Not here..." you murmur, sipping on your wine in attempts to calm down.

He steals a kiss to your cheek, staying there a moment.

"What is it you want, darling? Because I have no problems toying with you now..."

His words weren't doing your nerves any favors, your leg beginning to anxiously bounce under the table. You'd think he was kidding, but he wasn't — that's what had you conflicted. It'd be a lie to say he wasn't working you up and you wanted him, but would it really be smart to act on it?

Well, whether it was smart or not was a concern you quickly forgot. One kiss to your neck made you melt, luring you in and getting you to beg him for more than what he was giving. Erwin was delighted, to say the least. The man wastes no time brushing his fingers against your clothed sex, eliciting a whimper.

"Dirty girl," he purrs in your ear, "Knew you couldn't wait till we got home."

You sigh shakily, poorly attempting not to squirm too much. He'd avoid kissing your neck the whole time, wanting to avoid being that couple that can't keep their hands off each other in public. Little did everyone around you know though, your seemingly modest boyfriend was currently slipping his hand into your panties under the table.

You gasp, chewing your lower lip as he rubs your bare clit. It was embarrassing how wet you were from such little contact. His fingers would drag through your slick folds, tantalizingly. You close your legs but he swiftly hooks his ankle with yours, keeping them open.

"Ah ah, let me make you feel good." he coos, pushing a finger past your dripping slit.

Your hand comes up over your mouth, muffling the squeak you let out. A tiny kiss is placed at your jaw, Erwin groaning softly when he feels you tighten around his finger. It pumps in and out of you agonizingly, slow enough to make you antsy. He inserts another finger and you swore you'd moan loud enough for everyone to hear.

Not once did he speed up, maintaining his unhurried momentum. Your hips rock back and forth slightly, trying to feel him a little deeper. It was nearly impossible not to whimper out his name, not to let yourself go and truly enjoy the pleasure. You mutter out a "please," needing him to give you more.

He chuckles at your eagerness, starting to quicken his pace. His thick fingers stretch you perfectly, drawing out quiet whines from you. You hold onto his wrist for any type of leverage, feeling orgasm growing nearer. Perhaps it was the setting you were in that made it come so soon, or maybe it was just the excessive adrenaline running through you.

Erwin could tell you were on edge, disappointingly removing his fingers. He wipes his them clean on your thigh, kissing you softly.

"You're not allowed to cum here, sweetheart. Wouldn't want you making too much of a mess, now would we?"

[jackrrabbit]

Sleepless /// Tanjiro x f!reader (18+)

Request: Hi!! I'm not entirely sure on how to request since this is my first time EVER requesting something here on tumblr 😳😳 so im not sure if im doing this right,,,but um,,,,could you do a soft dom! tanjiro kamado x reader nsfw??? (he's aged up of course)

A/N: Y’all I’ve been working on this practically since I made this gd blog…idk why it took so long since I LOVE the concept. Reader is a traumatized bby who just needs her kitty licked  ✊😔 and honestly same

Tags/warnings: soft dom, daddy vibes but without the ‘daddy’ (onii-chan vibes?), brief mentions of past demon violence & PTSD, fluff?, historical inaccuracies probably, reader is implied to be inexperienced, mild overstimulation, lowkey yandere lowkey romantic who knows, all characters are adults

It starts out with little things. Harmless things. Tanjiro sees you barely ate anything at dinner, and later that night he comes to your bedroom with a plate of food for you. “You should eat,” he tells you.

“I’m not hungry,” you say, almost a little petulantly. The food looks good and you know he’s trying to be nice, but you’re not a child. You can take care of yourself, and even when you can’t it’s not his job to do it for you.

“Eat,” he says again softly. It’s not a command. It’s like he already knows you’re going to eat, and he’s just patiently waiting for you to give in.

You pick up the chopsticks and eat the food he prepared for you. All of it. Tanjiro sits there and watches and then when you’re done, he smiles at you and pats your head and takes the plate away. You think it’s weird, but the next morning you don’t question it. He’s a big brother to everyone—doesn’t it make sense that he would want to make sure you’re eating enough?

He probably can’t help it.

You decide you’re going to let it slide, until a few days later after breakfast with him and the others when Tanjiro pulls you aside and holds your face in his hands and tells you you’re looking a little tired lately—are you getting enough sleep?

The truth is that you aren’t. You want to deny it, but somehow you have a hard time lying to him. “I used to sleep with my siblings in our bed, so it’s hard to fall asleep since…” since the demon who made you an orphan murdered them. “And, you know. Nightmares.”

Tanjiro understands. Of course he understands! He used to have five younger siblings, did you know that? Now Nezuko has her own room and the rest…well, you’ve heard the story. It’s hard to fall asleep when you’re by yourself, isn’t it? He’s been there.

“How many hours are you sleeping every night? On average?”

You’re trying too hard to ignore the brush of his callused fingertips over your cheekbones, so you tell him the truth without meaning to. “Um, like four hours? On a good day?”

His eyes go wide and suddenly both of his hands are wrapped around one of yours and squeezing, maybe a little too tight. “Is that the truth, (Y/N)? Four hours is too little. Sleep deprivation isn’t good for you.”

“I know, but—”

“No. The next time you have trouble getting to sleep, I want you to come to my room.” You open your mouth to mount a denial, but he frowns and cuts you off. “Promise me. Okay? It’s really bad for your health, so promise.”

And once again, you say yes even though you don’t want to.

It’s fine. It’ll be fine, you think. You’ll just pretend you’re sleeping better. Tonight you’ll lay in bed with your eyes open and stare at the ceiling and try to listen to your own breathing, in and out and in and out, and hope it drowns out the memories that stick fast in your head whenever you’re by yourself. Then when you’ve been laying in the dark for a few hours, you’ll finally fall asleep and all your nightmares will play out in technicolor and you’ll do your best to be quiet so you don’t wake anyone else up and in the morning you’ll splash cold water on your face to make your eyes less puffy and pinch your cheeks to get some color in them and it’ll be fine.

You can take care of yourself. You have to, since everyone else is gone. So you’re not sure why, when the sun goes down and you’re looking into the face of another sleepless night, you find yourself knocking on the door of Tanjiro’s bedroom.

Maybe it’s just that he made you promise. You hate breaking your promises.

He lets you in, the half-asleep affect mixing with the same caring, serene look as always (and it’s a little insulting that he’s not surprised at all). Tanjiro sits on the bed first and you can’t help staring at him in the flickering orange lamplight. He’s more muscular than you remembered, and taller than when you first met. He can play the role of a big brother all he likes, but he’s still an adult. A man. And he’s not family.

“I don’t know if this is a good idea,” you say, fidgeting with the sleeve of your shirt.

“It’s okay, (Y/N),” Tanjiro murmurs as he lies down, his voice still scratchy with sleep. Somehow it relaxes you. He just has that way about him—when he says it’s okay, it feels okay.

Tanjiro pats the spot on the bed next to him. It looks really warm, and there’s a winter chill in the air even though it’s only September. It’s a bed made for one person, but Tanjiro—ever considerate—has moved over to one side to make space for you.

“Come on. Come sleep,” he instructs in that soft, non-demanding way of his. So you sit down on the edge of the bed and (carefully, carefully, like you’re making your way into a hot bath) fold your legs and pull the covers over you so you’re lying next to him. The bed is even warmer than you thought it’d be. Tanjiro radiates heat—he’s so warm, you think, how fitting—and then before you know it you’re drifting into the first dreamless sleep you’ve been afforded in a very long time.

That first night, you sleep with a good six inches of space between the two of you. You don’t want to touch him, don’t want to cross that invisible boundary—at first. But it doesn’t matter, because every time you wake up next to him, you’re curled up to his side like a puppy seeking warmth. It’s not like he minds. Judging from the gentle smile on his face when he wakes you up in the morning (and tells you that you should go back to your room before anyone notices you’re not there) he likes it.

Never again, you think. No way. But you haven’t had a good night’s sleep in so long, and it’s nice to be well-rested for once, and the next evening you only lie in your bed for fifteen minutes before you’re knocking on Tanjiro’s door again, silently asking if you can take advantage of his kind nature for just one more night.

He says yes. Of course he does. So you sleep next to Tanjiro again, you keep half a foot of space between you again, and you wake up hugging him. Again. And then you do it the next night, and the next night, sleeping beside Tanjiro over and over until you no longer bother trying to leave room between your body and his.

Is this okay? you wonder sometime around the two-week mark. It’s the longest you’ve gone without having nightmares since the demon came. Sometimes you think you’re betraying your loved ones by trying not to think about their deaths; letting yourself off easy while they suffered. You tell this to Tanjiro while the two of you are lying back to back under his blanket, quietly enough that (you hope) if he’s already sleeping you won’t wake him.

He hears you, and he turns around and lays his arm around your waist. “Don’t be silly…of course they wouldn’t want you to be unhappy.”

“But how do you know?”

“I know.” Tanjiro’s voice is half muffled by your hair, but it’s steady. “You believe me, don’t you.”

You do.

“Don’t think about that anymore.” His hold on your waist gets a little bit tighter, arms a little bit less forgiving.

“I won’t,” you say, hoping that the promise will be enough. The two of you fall asleep like that, and when you wake up in the morning it’s the first time ever that you haven’t moved in the night.

As if it wasn’t enough to be spending every night together, at some point you start to dream about him too. Usually it’ll just be a flash or a snippet that you barely remember once you wake—the reassuring tone of his voice, a smell like a campfire, or a few notes of laughter—but tonight you’re watching him train in the courtyard. In the dream, he moves through his forms with inhuman grace, position to position to position, balanced with perfect agility like he’s a dancer and not a swordsman. With how beautiful it is, you can almost forget the raw power behind his movement, the strength that has subjugated more demons than you care to know.

He pauses to stretch, rolling his shoulders back, and you notice that he’s shirtless (which is how you know it’s a dream). Tanjiro’s arms flex as he raises the blade into position, and the sun shimmers over the thin sheen of sweat on his chest. He looks ethereal like this, and as you sit on the porch and watch him, you feel heat stir inside of you that has nothing to do with the sunlight.

Tanjiro, you call out softly. He looks around to you, deep red eyes resting on yours, and whips the blade down to replace it in its sheath.

Can I come closer? The grass is cool and wet under your bare feet as you pad lightly into the courtyard toward him. You can taste the humid summer air in your mouth. Fingers tangle themselves in your hair, tilting your head up to meet his.

Tanjiro…

“(Y/N)?”

Tanjiro’s voice cuts through the dream and you scrunch your eyes shut, reluctant to leave the dream world where he wants to touch you, not out of pity or because he thinks it’s his duty to take care of you but because he wants to. But it’s too late—his hand is on your shoulder, gently shaking you out of your slumber. “(Y/N)? You said my name.”

“Sorry, I…sorry.”

“What were you dreaming about?”

He kissed you, in your dream. Now that you’re looking at the real version, your cheeks feel warm…and so does that same spot below your belly. Suddenly the room feels uncomfortably hot, and you wish you weren’t trapped under the covers with Tanjiro. You shift your legs to try and get a little more air between the two of you, but the heat persists.

“I think I should go back to my room.” You must be sweating—you feel damp for some reason. He’s too close.

Tanjiro ignores you. “Can you tell me what you were dreaming about?”

“I—you,” you admit. “You were training.”

“And?”

“And…I don’t know. It’s kind of warm in here, isn’t it? I think I’ll just…” You push the cover aside and sit up, but before you can get yourself off the bed, Tanjiro is tugging you back down, holding to the mattress so he can hover over you in that way he likes.

“Tell me,” he says to you, voice as firm as it is gentle. Sleep-mussed locks of red hair flop over his forehead but his face is serious, and you can’t look away.

“You kissed me,” you whisper.

That takes him by surprise. You can tell by the way his eyes widen, but his hold on you doesn’t ease up. You want to die. Why did you say that? He’ll think you’re disgusting, sleeping next to him in his bed and having perverted dreams about him. Why couldn’t you have just lied? Why can’t you ever lie to him?

“I’m going back to my bedroom.” You try to project more confidence than you actually feel, but there’s no use. Tanjiro doesn’t seem like he’s going to let you get away from him any time soon.

He’s straddling your body carefully, one elbow folded next to your head while his other hand comes up to stroke your cheek. “Your face is all red.”

“You’re…you’re too close.”

“I don’t think I’m close enough. You have goosebumps, look...” Tanjiro folds up the sleeve of your sleep shirt, exposing your arms to view. “…here…and here, too…”

His hands are wandering further down to the hem of the shirt, pushing it up so slowly and gently that you’re not even sure it’s happening until you feel him stroking over your belly. It’s true, you do have goosebumps. It feels like every hair on your body is standing on end. “Tanjiro…?”

“I guess you haven’t been able to touch yourself, since we’ve been sleeping together. That kind of repression is bad for your health. Even I’ve been a little…frustrated.”

Your mind has to work overtime to understand what he’s telling you as he strokes over your stomach and onto the sensitive skin of your sides, and then up to the flesh covering your ribs. His thumb teases over the underside of one of your breasts for a second, but the shock must have shown on your face because he retreats immediately.

“I’m not. I’m not frustrated,” you say, knowing he won’t believe you.

Tanjiro shakes his head in dismissal. “I don’t think that’s true, (Y/N).”

What are you supposed to say? Of course it’s not true. But admitting that you’ve been feeling heated around him lately would ruin everything, so refuse to say it. “I…I don’t know what to say…”

“You don’t have to say it. Can I prove it to you?”

What does he mean? Your head jerks up and down in acquiescence. You barely have to wait a moment before Tanjiro’s hands are slipping down your sides to the waistband of your pants and tugging them down over your hips. A tap on your hipbones prompts you to lift your hips and let him remove the clothing, not that you know why you’re complying so blindly.

Just like you always do.

Is he still trying to take care of you? Putting himself in a caretaker’s role because he thinks you need him? This is going a little far, too far maybe, but you can’t deny you want this. The heat of his body is no longer stifling—instead, it feels like it’s pulling you into him.

When your pants are out of the way, Tanjiro reaches into your underwear and dabs against your slit. It’s not until you feel his finger sliding between the puffy lips of your cunt that you realize how wet you are…and of course he can feel it too. Your knees jerk together to try and push him away from you but he’s unfazed, his touch steadily becoming more intrusive as he seeks out the syrupy dampness from your pussy.

“What am I feeling right now? I want you to tell me.”

“You’re—you’re touching me?” you gasp out.

“And you’re all wet. You can’t tell me you haven’t been frustrated when you’re getting this wet with just my fingers.” At this, you feel him prodding deeper into your pussy and stretching you open.

“Nn—okay, fine! Fine!” The words come out of you in a rapid burst, and you finally muster up the resolve to push Tanjiro away from you by his shoulders. “I’ll go back to my room and deal with it, okay? You don’t have to do it for me.”

“I don’t know. I don’t think I can trust you to take care of this problem by yourself. You’ve been lying to me about your needs.”

You wish he wasn’t able to be so calm while you feel like your entire face is on fire. He pulls his hand out of your panties and backs up on the bed so his torso is framed between your legs. “Can you let me help you, (Y/N)? Let me take care of you.”

You lick your lips without realizing you’re doing it, and Tanjiro’s eyes follow the motion. You can barely comprehend what he’s asking. You want it. You want his hands on you; you want to be taken care of in the way he’s offering. But whether or not you can actually ask for it is another story. “Tanjiro…”

“You need this. I know you do.” He skims his palm over your bare thigh in a soothing motion that, oddly enough, puts your barbed nerves a fraction at ease. “I want you to be honest with me about what you need.”

It’s too much. The warmth of his body so tantalizingly close to yours, his shadowed eyes searching yours for a response you don’t know how to give him…and the sticky mess in your panties. Tanjiro’s giving you a free pass to get something you’ve wanted for longer than you can comfortably admit to yourself, and you’re not sure you could deny him if you tried. What can you tell him except the truth? “I want you. I need you.”

“Good girl. See how good it feels to be honest?” Tanjiro bows down and mouths over your pussy through the wet spot on your panties.

It’s not the honesty that feels good, you think as his tongue pads at you through the fabric.

Too impatient to wait another second to taste you, Tanjiro nudges your rear up and slides your panties down your legs. As soon as you kick the undergarment off your feet, he’s pulling your thighs back apart and curling his thickly-muscled arms around them to hold you securely as his head dips back down to your bare pussy. He wastes no time in laving his tongue over your slit and up to the button at the top.

The sensation of this hot, wet muscle pressing up against your most private area is…weird, to say the least. You’ve never felt anything like this—to be honest, you don’t even know exactly what Tanjiro’s doing. When you think about what’s actually happening on this bed—your (friend? partner? bedmate? crush?) ally has his mouth angled between your legs and is licking your pussy—you think you might spontaneously combust. You’ve never felt anything like this before, and however strange the feeling is, you’re more than aware of your hips grinding up toward Tanjiro just so you can feel more of it.

“Here, let me help…” Tanjiro effortlessly lifts you to place a pillow under your lower back, and then moves back down to continue his relentless licking, this time at a new angle that allows him full access to every millimeter of your raw cunt. He’s eating you out like your pussy is the last meal he’ll ever have.

And how can he help it? You taste so good, so sweet on his lips and over his tongue. You must have been in so much pain lying next to him every night with your desire leaking out between your thighs. Just thinking about is making heat rise low in his groin, and his grip on you is getting tighter by the second. How awful that you tried to keep this to yourself…it was remiss of him not to realize before tonight that you needed him so badly.

But it’s going to be alright, because judging from the muffled noises you’re making, every swipe of his tongue licking up your slit is more than making it up to you.

You probably don’t realize how much your hips are wiggling under his minstrations. He barely has to exert any effort to keep you still, but the way you keep trying you push yourself closer to him is enticing, not to mention the way you’re trying (and failing) to keep your voice down through your moans.

“Tanjiro…T-Tanjiro,” you whimper. It’s like you can’t think of anything except for his name. All of your attention is focused on the pressure building up deep in your core, each stroke of his tongue over your clit taking you higher and higher. You feel tense…wound up so tightly that you have to bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from letting the shallow puffs of air turn into full-fledged cries.

Just like that, please, please… You think the words rather than saying them, even though you want to. It’s too humiliating to be begging Tanjiro for more while he’s already giving you more than you deserve, but it’s almost like he heard you anyway, because his tongue writhes down across your clit again and your back arches up off the bedspread.

Your thighs twitch around his head, trying involuntarily to hold him down. He just chuckles and keeps you firmly in place, and his voice hums out over your pussy making feel even more wild. “Please, I’m—I’m cumming…” Your voice trails off and you crush the heels of your palms into your face to cover up your expression while the wave of pleasure hits you so hard you think you might faint.

Tanjiro doesn’t stop. You’re crying out in whimpers so high-pitched he can barely hear them, but he doesn’t stop. The delicate muscles in your pussy are throbbing under his tongue, but he doesn’t stop licking until you’re almost crying, panting out “it’s too much it’s too much, please Tanjiro” and pushing his head away with your hand.

When he finally pulls away, his hair is tangled and disarrayed from where you’ve been running your hands through it, and his mouth and jaw are shining wet. Tanjiro licks his lips and if you didn’t feel shaky before…you do now.

It takes a second for the power of thought to return to you, but when it does you just sigh weakly and flop back down onto the bed. Tanjiro’s next to you before you hit the pillow, and he grips your jaw with one hand to angle your head to meet his, and—

He’s kissing you. He’s actually kissing you. His lips are surprisingly soft over yours, but as usual there’s an unnecessary degree of pressure attached to the contact that has you sinking deeper into your blankets under his force. You can detect the lush, slightly bitter taste of your arousal coating the inside of his mouth as his tongue (skillful as ever) traces over yours. Tanjiro is kissing you, and it’s a hundred times better than any dream you could come up with on your own, so you kiss back.

It takes him a long moment to break the kiss, long enough that your lungs are pleading for air by the end of it. When his lips leave yours, a thin trail of saliva connects the two of you until it breaks and drips down your chin.

“Tanjiro…” You search for the right words, but what are you supposed to say at a time like this? “I…what did we just do?”

“Shh, don’t worry.” Tanjiro leans in again, this time just to press a chaste kiss to your forehead. “I’m going to take good care of you, okay?”

You take a moment and then duck your head into a nod. It doesn’t make any sense—how does he do that?—but once he says it’s okay it always is.

[bungeenomin]

THE PLAYERS GAME- XIAOJUN X Y/N SOCIAL MEDIA AU {54}

Sicheng is hesitant as he raises his hand to the door. Only faith knows how this is going to turn out. Never, in all their years, all the time spent feuding had the pair every tried to talk about it or fix it.

Honestly, Sicheng was fine with that. He had his feelings, and he didn’t want to hear Dejun’s, nor did Dejun necessarily want to hear his. They chose to hate each other. Avoid each other. Between Dejun failing to admit his wrong doing, and Sicheng being too hurt and petty to move on when Dejun was in denial about his actions, this argument took over.

It’s been on Sicheng’s mind ever since him and y/n fell out. For too long now, this feud has effected both of their lives significantly. It always seems to get in the way. Y/n, his best friend hated him, because of the feud. The friend group fell apart, because of the feud. Sicheng lost one of his first best friends, Xiao Dejun, because of the feud.Two people who have so much love for each other are hurting right now, partially because of the feud. He is giving one attempt to ending this. If Dejun doesn’t want to, then he’s done all he is willing to do.

After a quick internal battle Sicheng knocks on the door. “Oh Sicheng, uh, hey” Xuxi greets, scratching his neck in slight confusion. “What are you doing he-”

“He’s here to see me” Dejun mumbles from behind the taller, large hoodie thrown over his head, with a comfy pair of shorts underneath.

Xuxi looks between the two, trying to read their expressions, but to no avail. Funnily enough, i don’t think the boys would be able to read their own expressions if they could see them at this present moment. “Lets go” Dejun monotonously speaks, heading towards his bedroom with Sicheng closely behind.

The second they enter the room and the door is closed, there’s an awkward tension. This whole concept is foreign to them, and they have no idea how to deal with it. “You can sit down” Dejun mumbles, looking down at his legs which are crossed on his bed.

“I know this is, awkward or whatever, and i’ve kinda put you in this situation, but this feud is effecting both of our lives and the people in it way too much. It needs to just be put to rest Dejun, if you’re willing to do that. If not, i’ll leave now.

Dejun doesn’t react at all, just continues to sit and play with his fingers. Sicheng doesn’t take this as a no though, he knows the boy has a lot of thoughts to gather. It wasn’t until Sicheng heard small sniffles and Dejun’s body begin to shake that he speaks up. “Dejun why are you-”

“I’m so sorry” Dejun whispers shakily. “I’m so fucking sorry” Dejun chokes out, making eye contact with Sicheng before burying his head in his hands. Sichengs heart, although concerned about a sobbing Dejun, can’t help but to swell. After all the pain, all these years, he got an apology.

“I- what the fuck is wrong with me Sicheng?” Dejun questions, the tears failing to stop streaming down his face.

“What do you mean?” Sicheng replies, his eyes softening at the boy.

“I hurt you so fucking bad. Why the fuck did i even say that shit? Why? I knew you were gay, and i got intimidated by you talking to a girl? Who the fuck does that Sicheng? What the actual fuck? I knew from the second it left my lips that it was wrong. So wrong. I knew that nothing could have hurt you more than that, but i still did it. I had such a big fucking ego and fake tough guy persona that i couldn’t even bring myself to apologise. I let myself be angry at you, to take the feeling of me being wrong away. That’s so fucked Sicheng. You were one of my best friends” Dejun sobs, his entire body shaking.

“Come here you idiot” Sicheng sighs, dragging the sobbing boy into his chest. “Yes Dejun, what you did really hurt me, it left a huge scar. I couldn’t believe one of my best friends of all people would do that. But you know what, i’ve thought a lot about this, i’ve seen you change so much over time. You aren’t high school Dejun. You aren’t the boy, who built his walls higher than anyone could climb when his dad died. You aren’t the person who adopted a new persona to hide their hurt. You Xiao Dejun, have grown up. Your walls have come down so much. You express your emotions. You care for the people you love. Honestly, i think the only thing holding you onto the old Dejun and preventing this new Dejun from blooming fully, is this war between us. What do you think, hm? I was the only person still getting treated like the old Dejun would. I don’t want this anymore Dejun, we’ve hurt so many people, including each other. Your apology couldn’t mean anymore to me than it does”

“Why the fuck are you being so nice to me” Dejun sobs even louder into Sicheng’s chest at his kind words, clutching his shirt.

“Because i forgive you. I forgive this Dejun for old Dejun’s mistakes. You were going through so much back then and i know that you would never do that to someone today, because that’s not who you are. I forgive you Dejun”

“Thank you” Dejun chokes out, internally cringing at how vulnerable he feels right now. But nothing can cloud the weight that has been lifted off both of their shoulders tonight.

“Sicheng?” Dejun questions.

“Mhm”

“I promise you what happened at the party isn’t what you think happened. I know i-it looked like that but i promise you it’s not. I love her Sicheng, so much. I was gonna ask her to be my girlfriend and everything”

“Do you want to explain what happened then?” Sicheng softly asks, tucking Dejun’s hair behind his ear.

“Okay. Let me get Johnny and Xuxi”

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pairing: xiaojun X y/n

genre: college!au , fluff , angst

warnings: smut, oral, sex

summary: Hockey player!Xiaojun is the biggest player in UCS, both on and off the ice. He has a different girl practically every time you see him. But when y/n has to learn all about the player for a psychology project, will she just be another girl that’s dragged into his game?

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@missmorosis​ asked:

YUHH FLUFFY HEADCANON REQUESTS?? I GOTCHU!! OKAY soooOO how they would take care of their s/o when she's sick??? this idea just makes me so soft for some reason- with hinata, kageyama, and tsukishima for the characters~ also stay strong omg everything is so tiring sometimes but YOU CAN DO IT!!! I APPRECIATE YOU SM!!! YOU PUT IN SO MUCH EFFORT AND YOU ARE MY INSPIRATION AAAAA 💕🥰😘😌💖😭🧡💜💙 I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOUUUUUUU

ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʙᴀʙʏ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴏ *ꜱᴄʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ* ʜᴏɴᴏᴏᴏʀᴇᴇᴇᴅ

Hinata, Kageyama, Tsukishima with a sick f!reader

🌸 shoyo hinata 🌸

【☆】 an absolute mess

【☆】 at first the poor bby starts blaming himself 🥺

【☆】 he’s rushing around the room, panicking and saying, “I shouldn’t have had you take me to practice so often! you already have extra classes, and you were already exhausted... i’m so sorry, i promise, i’ll make it up to you!”

【☆】 but you assure him that it’s not his fault, which makes him calm down a little

【☆】 now that he’s a little more calmed down, he realizes now how hot your forehead is and how pale you look (just imagine this bb boy’s face I-)

【☆】 “Here, let me get you something, uh, how about, uh, tea? yeah, does tea work for you? i’ll get you some! what tea do you like?”

【☆】 he gets you your favorite tea, and if you don’t have a liking to it, he ✨upgrades your water✨

【☆】 hinata is still in absolute panic, but he keeps whispering your name when you feel sick, or when the room is spinning and your head is pounding

【☆】 he’s always checking in on you, and trust me, even though he might leave every now and then, he always comes back with something.

【☆】 this man’s cuddles are legendary

【☆】”hinata, you’ll get sick-”

【☆】 “anything is worth it if it’s for you, y/n,” he says, and you can see him tearing up a little as he puts his hand on your forehead to cool you down. “I love you so, so much.”

🌺 Tobio Kageyama 🌺

【★】 yeah so uh he’s in denial

【★】 “what do you mean, ‘you’re sick?’ you haven’t been anywhere for a long time! i don’t even take you to the gym with me,”

【★】 but don’t worry!! he’s not angry-- he just doesn’t want to see anyone he loves hurt-- so maybe, if he pushed it away, they’d get better?

【★】 kageyama looks at you one more time before you realize how worried his expression is, and he almost looks more ill than you are

【★】 “...alright. off to bed we go,”

【★】 “we?” you cough. “you’ll get sick,”

【★】 “that’s okay. it’s not like i care that much anyway,” (he’s lying btw-)

【★】 he hands you a glass of fancy upgraded plus-ultra water and cups your face in his hands, before planting a kiss on your nose. “you better not get sick on me again.”

【★】you laugh. “yessir,”

【★】 kageyama brings you every single meal, without fail. he makes sure that you know that you’re loved, you’re loved by him, and everyone else

【★】 you can also count on him to call one or two other people to get you something tasty to eat

【★】 (bonus: precious boy has never once left the room, besides getting you something to eat or using the bathroom. he watches you, the whole time, and makes sure you know that he loves you (🥺))

🌼 Kei Tsukishima 🌼

【🌼】 tsundere has reached max

【🌼】 this is most likely pre-dating phase, during one of his practice games and he was on call with you

【🌼】 “what are you talking about? you’re sick?”

【🌼】”what? you think that i’m not going to come? wait there, don’t go anywhere.”

【🌼】(it wasn’t like you could-)

【🌼】it was almost unbelievable how fast he came when he heard that you were injured as he rushed in, holding a bag full of medication as he looked at you, sighing at your face that was red and a bit puffy

【🌼】”why you, out of anyone else?”

【🌼】”hmm?” you groaned, waking up from your 8 hour nap-

【🌼】“tch, nothing. here, just, uh... take this. it’s medication.”

【🌼】”oh, thanks, tsuk-” you burst into a fit of coughs, and as if on-command, he wrapped his arms around you, trying to get you to stop as he held your shoulders.

【🌼】”tsuki, what are you doing?”

【🌼】“oh, uh, what?”

【🌼】 he’s so embarrased but he’s also lowkey kinda proud of himself

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Rule No.1- Don’t Trust Denki

Im sorry for bothering you but like bakugous reaction to coming back from a 2 week break to his s/o (who usually has chapped lips ) having perfectly good glossy lips (idk im wierd) -Emily 🌛

You’re not bothering me at all, love!! I’m sorry if this has been in my ask box for awhile. This is my first time seeing it and it honestly gave me so many ideas so thank you so much for the request!!!

-Anyone can request! Just hit my ask box babies <3

I totally didn't read this wong and do it as though you were gone for two weeks ksadhfidhf it's fine-- i hope

Bakugou x Reader, mentions of cheating, embarrassed angry bby, denki is a certified dumbass

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Though outwardly he was the same angry bean he always is, Bakugou was genuinely excited to see you. You had been on a trip back to your home town to spend some time with your family before school started up again. Of course, Bakugou had told you to go, and sure you had been texting and calling each other constantly, but he just wants to kiss your stupidly cute face.

So instead of locking himself in his room, or going to the gym to train, he plants himself in the common room, eyes focused on the television in front of it, but he’s honestly just looking out the window to see you walk up the pathway so he can greet your dumbass.

It’s nearly an hour later when Bakugou spots your form, happily walking back with a slight skip in your step, both hands holding onto your backpack straps as your bob your head to whatever music you had playing through your headphones.

You happily skip up to the front door, though it slams open before you can even reach for the handle. You grin as you see Bakugou standing in front of you, a small smile on his face.

“Katsu! I missed you!” You’re quick to say, sliding your headphones to rest around your neck before hugging him tightly.

You can feel Bakugous smirk against the top of your head as he holds you in return, “Of course you did, dumbass, who fucking wouldn’t.”

You have to laugh, just relieved to be back in your boyfriend’s warm embrace.

Bakugou pulls back from the hug and presses his lips against yours, causing you to sigh in content. However, Bakugou rips himself away from you with a confused expression, looking over your face intently. 

Your own expression becomes confused, “What? Do I taste weird? I haven’t eaten anything weird.” You wonder, waiting for him to say something instead of just staring at you like that.

“Why the fuck are your lips so soft?” He asks, sounding genuinely hurt for some reason.

“Huh? They’re lips Katsu- what else would they be like this?” You genuinely didn’t understand what he was going on about, aren’t everyone's lips soft???

Bakugou stares at you a moment, a flash of hurt on his face before he just turns around and walks away, leaving you standing there, utterly lost.

You put your things away in your room, thinking over the whole situation before you make your way to Bakugou’s dorm. You knock 4 times, something you all decided to do to signal who was at the door.

“What?”

You frown at the harshness of his voice and let yourself in, glaring at him as he sits on his bed, phone in hand.

“What’s up with you, babe? You’re not usually this uptight.” 

Obviously you didn’t expect him to be super excited or anything to see you, but to be outright mean? To just fucking walk away? That was both fucked up and unusual.

He returns his gaze to his phone, giving you a noncommittal hum as a response.

That does little to ease your worries, and you walk right up to his bed, sitting at the foot of it and facing him with your legs and arms crossed.

“Baby? C’mon. Talk to me. What’s up?” You try again.

No response.

You continue trying to simply pester it out of him for a good 10 minutes before he finally snaps.

“Why do I have to be the one to say anything? You’re the one who fucked up!” His voice is a deathly damn and it leaves your mind blank.

Fuck??????

What did you do??? You literally can’t recall anything??

“Fuckin’ Kaminari had to tell me. Of all fuckin people!” His voice is louder this time.

You stare at him in complete and utter confusion. 

“Baby, don’t get me wrong, I love you, but you are being completely fucking confusing right now and I have no idea what's going on?” You say even though it comes out like a question. Somehow this response only seemed to anger him further.

“Love me? HAH! That’s a funny one, considering you’ve been making out with some else. Who is not me. But what the fuck do I know?” He seethes, still focusing on his phone.

“Seriously? Where the fuck is this coming from?” You can’t even attempt to try and hide the genuine hurt that seeps into your voice. Why the fuck would he accuse you of flat out cheating on him? 

“How the fuck else did your lips get so soft all of a sudden?” He rages, finally throwing his phone beside him on the bed, sitting up and crossing his arms angrily in front of his chest as he glares at you harshly.

You stare at him. What the ever loving fuck?

A laugh loudly bubbles out of your chest, you genuinely laugh so hard tears come to your eyes before you’re able to calm down.

“Baby, I don’t know what Denki told you, but me and my mom went to a spa. It was my reward for having such good grades. So it included lip treatments. I’m sorry my usual chapped lips aren’t available, but I am not cheating on you. You’re the only idiot in my life.” You explain, amusement in your voice

You watch his face go through so many different emotions. Denial, confusion, anger, then finally embarrassment.

With a groan he hides his flushed cheeks, covering them with his hands as he lays back down on the bed. Of course, his reaction just causes you to laugh more, flopping down beside of him.

He uncovers his face, choosing to wrap you in his arms and hide your face in his chest.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have just fuckin’ assumed.”

“Honestly I think your mistake was trusting Denki about anything that had to do with kissing.” You said with a chuckle. The whole thing was honestly amusing to you.

He groans again, “Remind me to blast that fucker into next week later. Right now I’m busy showing you how much I miss you.”

Before you can respond he’s placing sloppy kisses on your neck, causing you to grin with a nod.

Denki can wait.

[onlyhereforangst]

WWR

I’m baaaaack bitches 😘 let’s be honest the last two episodes were shit & you wouldn’t have wanted that wwr anyways. SO let’s get into the ✨angst✨ that was Nick’s episode under the cut…

Oh but before I start, why yes, yes I called this theory too. Me and this writer share a goddamn brain or something because I’ve literally always guessed big plot points of his episodes correctly 😅

Ok Nick’s dad leaving like that, with poor bby Nick all sweet asking if he promises to bring him back his favorite pastry and him hesitating before he’s going to promise- NO. 

*picture Michael Scott gif here*

It’s not faaaaaair, little Nick deserved so much better- so MUCH better. And it’s only going to get worse as the episode goes on, so strap in for the walk down emo lane. 

Quick pit stop for cute banter because duh. Nick giving the real estate agent Ellie’s number cracks me up because bro you want this house with her don’t you 👀 you still keep her business cards on you when you could have just as easily gotten your own (or McGee’s) by this point 👀 you just want to maaaaarry her and move iiiiiiin with her I knooooooow it 👀 Ellie’s reaction the split second we see also has me dying because she’s like ha ha this is funny you had to talk to real estate agent you drew the short straw hey wait what the fu— you did not! Before McGee interrupts any protest she can hurl back Nick’s way and that’s just gold right there. Pure middle school flirting as per usual for them and I love it.

Oooooooh Kasie’s lab scene. The growth in this one. Nick worried his family and by extension him, is going to get implicated for murder (or is guilty) even though it sounds outrageous to him, he’s got PTSD from Mona Lisa (and who wouldn’t tbh). But Ellie immediately, like IMMEDIATELY goes and defends him. Is like uh-uh don’t even GO there, it’s not a possibility its just person of interest I don’t care if it’s literal hair at the scene of a man stabbed brutally seven times, he’s not a murderer. The grooooooowth Ellie, I’m so proud of you 🥺 we went from using that logical head to realizing it’s ok to listen to your heart and wade into situations with empathy (especially for the boy you ~*looOOoOoOve*~) And then Nick talking about his dad being dead and a deadbeat and walking out when he was 5, he looks at Ellie almost the entire time, only barely glancing over at McGee like he needs to have that connection with her, she grounds him when this is suddenly very jarring having a relative by semi-involved in a murder. And Ellie isn’t the slightest bit shocked when Nick dumps this news so clearly she’s heard it and by her look, not only has she heard this, but she does not like the man for what he did to Nick. She looks pissed his father hurt Nick like that because how dare any one hurt her man 😤

And oh here it is, we back on emo lane. Nick recognizing and seeing his dad for the first time in 30 years. It’s gonna hit like a 🎵freeeeeight traaaain🎵 at first he can’t even believe its him, he blinks like a thousand times because *surely* his eyes are deceiving him and then his dad goes and uses his nickname, his nickname people the CRUELTY. YOU DON’T GET TO JUST SHOW UP THIRTY YEARS LATER AND CALL HIM BY HIS CUTE LITTLE NICKNAME YOU GAVE HIM AS A CHILD. YOU DON’T MIGUEL. NOT IN THIS GD HOUSE. Ok and now nick is in pure shock because he just got confirmation that his dad is not only *not* dead, but he’s here in front of him, in DC no less, possibly a murderer no less. AND he’s finding this out by chasing him down *not* by Miguel reaching out to him while in DC. The shock and confusion and hurt my poor baby.

And when that shock wears off and it’s just barely contained rage, my heart 🥺 so of course Ellie goes in there with him and nows she needs to immediately be the support she knows he needs but he won’t admit to needing. Nick tries to deflect with a joke at first but oh honey it’s no use. But quick comedic relief for us on emo lane “sit down, no I don’t like sitting” AHAHAHA like father like son I’m cackling because the look Ellie and nick share and nick’s eyes warn her like don’t you dare fucking say it and she’s like yep yep nope I wasn’t gonna say a damn thing I’ll just look down and try to contain my laughter because now is NOT the time. But see I’m on my couch and I can laugh all I damn well please at this scenario that was gold from the writers thank you. On a more serious level this probably hurt nick even more seeing that he’s even got the smallest something similar to his dad. He’s probably desperate to be the exact opposite, he doesn’t want to even consider being capable of what his father was capable so this - while seemingly insignificant - thing like not wanting to sit in a chair will hit deep for him without him realizing it. If something so trivial is the exact same, wouldn’t something much much heavier like commitment to relationships and family be the exact same? Wouldn’t it?? And good god poor nick for going through that mental anguish, on emo rollercoaster lane. Because it just gets better when Miguel’s excuse for being in DC is “visiting family” like call your BULLSHIT Miguel you certainly ain’t visiting family and Nick now knows oh he lies too, great, another win for the Torres blood, fan-fucking-tastic. 

Quick peek at viewing room and we don’t believe in personal space, Ellie wants to be as close as possible to her hurting bby 🥺

But back to the emo stuff - Miguel just lying off his ass and Nick fed up with his father’s games because it’s truly just twisting that knife in his back that’s been stuck there for 30 years deeper and deeper. AND THEN Miguel has the audacity to yell out for “Nico” like bitch you do NOT get to call him that either. You walked out on him and never came back gtfo. And Ellie is trying so hard to keep it together but man she wants to do one of two things if not both at the same time - wrap Nick up in her arms and shield him from this deadbeat and/or punch this man through the glass to cause just a fraction of the hurt he caused Nick. But instead she just has to keep her cool to be the supportive girlfriend she is and ask nick what he thinks and then. Then. “He’s lying…because his lips are moving”

Well FUCK. Murder me right now. The anguuuuuuuish. Poor five year old Nick in a 35 year old Nick’s body. That little boy who was promised a big hojaldre in the morning from the next town over is right there. Right there to witness the father he thought he had, hasn’t changed. One of the only memories Nick probably has of his father is him leaving. Him lying and leaving. And what does he do when he finally shows up again? 

HE LIES AND LEAVES. HE FUCKING LIES AND LEAVES. (I know I’m getting ahead and technically at this point we don’t know he’ll leave again but whatever sue me because this shit is too much.)

Side note: Ellie talking about a “conflict of interest” that Nick didn’t interrogate his father is laughable considering she should have never interrogated Xavier but ok. 

Ooooo lets see some pissed off Nick. Let it loose baby, you deserve this. And I know I wrote about this in the tags somewhere but can we take a second to appreciate McGee’s growth??? Like bro went from straight up denial to acceptance and giving Ellie the look of “go talk to your boyfriend ok we need to make sure he’s alright and we both know your support is going to go a lot further than my support” and Ellie wordlessly kNOWS EXACTLY WHAT HE’S SAYING. She’s like yeah, of course I’ll go help my man why wouldn’t I. 

I don’t know why but Ellie asking Nick if he’s talked to his “mom and sister” is just so 🥰 I can’t explain this one to you but I love this dialogue ok. Actually I love this whole ensuing conversation. Nick still is bitter (he has every gd right to be), Ellie playing the supportive girlfriend but *tiiiiiniest* bit of devil’s advocate with saying he might be innocent. Once again, so much growth because honestly she knows what it’ll do to Nick if his dad actually *is* a murderer. Like can we for a second imagine if his dad actually was guilty, right? Nick already saw he was like his dad in trivial things like not wanting to sit in chairs. Nick has already had serious, serious doubts to what he’s capable of aka worried he could, if the right buttons were pushed, be a murderer on multiple occasions. Ellie has been there with him for all of that, she knows how low his confidence is when it comes to his perceived “goodness” and she knows just how much it would break him if he learned his direct bloodline IS capable of murder. She knows how he’d spiral if that was true and so she’s gripping to any small possibility his dad is innocent. But nick, oh poor Nick my heart- he’s done. He opens up to Ellie without literally any prodding. He’s baring his long buried soul to her, that troubled, broken childhood that he surely keeps locked away in fear of letting anyone see a weakness. He bares it without question because he feels so safe in her presence he can let her in to see his deepest shame and by extension his deepest worry 🥺🥺🥺 and poor Ellie, she’s a little lost at how to go about helping him because she does have a good relationship with her dad, so yes all she has here for him is saying his father was guilty of a crap dad but it’s because she’s still trying to convince them both he has to be good. He has to be good for Nick’s sake. Buuuuuuut it doesn’t really work does it, because oh shit pissed the fuck off Nick is a site to behold isn’t it 🥵 kicking down doors once again and his smart “still think he’s innocent” oooooooo damn. Ellie’s face says it all- she’s trying so hard to hold out hope for Miguel, so hard. She needs him to be innocent she’s willing to speak it into existence a thousand times but her face is like fuck this is going to kill him and I can’t do a damn thing about it other than just watch. 

More pissed off Nick 🥵 but when you think about it is so so painful, all I can picture is that little 5 year old boy who woke up the next morning waiting, waiting, and waiting. Staring out the window at each car that slows down but ultimately passes. Tugging on his Mami’s shirt asking for the hundredth time when papi is coming back from the bakery with his hojaldre, oblivious to the tears that are slowly sliding down her cheek because she still can’t find the words to tell him what she knows deep down. That little boy who when the sun starts to set the confusion sets in with it. Why hasn’t my papi come back yet? Where is he? He promised. The sadness and sense of rejection that starts to fill his little heart when his mami tucks him and his sister into bed and he asks one final time where papi is and will he say goodnight to them and his Mami has to say she’s not sure when he’s coming home and quietly to the side, “if he’s coming home.” The little boy who weeks later has finally abandoned watching out the window every, single morning. The little boy who had his heart ripped out and thrown to the side of the road when he realized his papi didn’t go to the bakery and instead he was thrown out by his father like a day-old hojaldre. So yeah pissed Nick is fine af but good god the angst underneath is suffocating. Because Nick in this moment doesn’t know the *true* reason Miguel left. He knows what he lived and what he lived is a piece of shit. Nick’s response to “is that what you think of me” is amicable because OOF he could’ve gone the fuck off right there and told him what he really thought of him but he stuck with only a slight dig. TO WHICH MIGUEL. FUCK YOU MIGUEL. IT HASN’T HURT YOU MUCH. FUCK YOU MIGUEL. FUCK YOU. SOUNDS LIKE YOU WERE A SHIT DAD SO YEAH PROBABLY A GOOD THING YOU LEFT. THANK HIM NICK WITH YOUR FISTS BECAUSE HE’S A LITTLE SHIT. FUCK YOU MIGUEL. TOUGHENED HIM UP SO MUCH HE SHUTS EVERYONE OUT. YEAH FUCK YOU. 

And then man here is the point where it all just muddies in Nick’s mind. The poor dude. He knows this line of work, hell he was undercover for almost a decade. He understands how that leaves almost no room for a family. He gets it, so deep deep deep down a tiny part of him realizes why Miguel likely *thought* it was ok to ditch his family. But for thirty years he’s felt abandoned- no reasoning can change that. 

“It’s good to know he was making a nice living while my family was starving” fucking GET HIM NICK. Damn I wish Miguel had been in the room for that. He deserved to hear that one. Ruthless. 

I do not know how I missed this the first time around but holy shit Nick asked to be removed from the case. Nicholas Torres- a man who does not back down. A man who bullied his way into finishing his first ever case with this team that he was arguably way too close to that one too. This is how much pain Miguel brings him. A man who does not quit, not in his vocabulary - was so pissed at getting sent home back when Reeves died, he asks to get sidelined. He actually asks to get sidelined. Holy shit Miguel did a number on Nick and I mean we knew this but 🥺😭😭 poor bby. No wonder you don’t trust yourself in a serious relationship. It’s not the girl you’re worried about it’s you. You don’t think you’re capable of staying, you’re terrified you’ll be just like your dad and leave. once again, you’ve seen the similarities with trivial things and so this just cements your fear of failing at commitment. And this is Nick in just so much pain he asks to step back. oof. I do love Leon stepping into a slight fatherly role for Nick right there though, he shows his support, his pride in Nick and in that moment I think Nick realizes while his father by blood is shit, he’s got several other strong role models in his life that care and that’s why he agrees to work with him. 

Nick’s smarts comment about leaving the note behind 🤣 oh classic Torres move. Also do yourself a favor and pause it on Ellie’s reaction to him. GOLD hahaha she’s like ooo-kay did you really feel the need to say that, let’s not. Honestly I think I’ve given this look to my husband almost daily. They married y’all. 

So married that she overhears Miguel trying to talk to Nick and her hackles raise!!! She’s like hold the fuck up do not traumatize my baby even more, Nick do you need me??? Because I will get you out of this, I will be here for you, I will fight this man, just say the damn word!!!! And Nick ugh, his look. They can communicate with just a simple look, he knows all that she would do for him in that moment and still nods her off, but that tiny bit of gratitude is present. Then we find out that yes Grace is really good at guessing theories “in order to keep his young family safe, it means he has to leave. Of course he can’t *tell* them why he has to leave so that they continue to stay innocent and safe. So he plays it like he’s a deadbeat dude who was “too young” to be a father and is just now realizing it and leaves his wife, little daughter & son behind. Flash forward thirty years and the NCIS case leads them to him. A piece of evidence pops up with his alias, they go knocking down doors to interrogate a potential suspect (Nick’s father) before our lovely CIA agent interfere and claims he’s innocent because he’s a CI…” like DAMN, I’m good. Hahaha any ways the reason I bring this up is because I feel like I predicted/analyzed Nick’s feelings really well back then in this theory and after seeing his expressions, they hold true. Nick is just absolutely warring with himself during this explanation, searching for anything to confirm his dad truly is a deadbeat (and yes he is still absolutely a piece of shit for what he did, but there’s a “good” reason for his leaving and that’s what makes it so- hard.) and as I said when I first broke this down, Nick understands undercover work and his dad (being the POS he is) brings that up to Nick. Like he should “get” it because wouldn’t he do the same thing since he’s in that life? But here’s where (and Nick doesn’t totally realize it yet) Nick and Miguel are different. Because Nick came back, Nick stayed. He stayed y’all and he says it here but he does not realize the implications of his words quite yet. He is NOT the same as Miguel. Yeah he doesn’t like to sit in chairs but he has stayed. He has stayed through some tough shit too but he’s stayed nonetheless. More than Miguel could ever fucking say, that’s for sure. So yes, when Nick has the come to Jesus and realizes that he is not the same as his dad and he can and will stay? Damn I can’t wait for that moment. Also I wanted to slap Miguel when he called Nick “mijo” because BITCH YOU DO NOT GET TO CALL HIM THAT. YOU DO NOT GET TO CALL HIM YOUR SON. NO. “I’m not perfect but I did the best I could” well fuck you too Miguel because look at this broken five year old boy inside a thirty five year old man’s body. Does that look like the product of a “best you could”?? Does he look “ok” to you??? Fuck you. 

But yes here’s my take on where Nick is at: how do you forgive someone you’ve despised for thirty years once you know they “didn’t have a choice” (even though it will always feel like they had a choice or they could’ve explained it to you even if you were only five) and left in reality token you safe and give you a better chance at life? How do you reconcile the real dad and the one you lived with in your head for so long?? How???

And then you’re stuck still reeling from the night before and the bomb that was dropped and the reconciliation you’re attempting to your dad bringing in the ONE THING. The ONE THING he promised to bring home in the morning thirty years prior. How the actual fuck does one come back from that. Can I give another big FUCK YOU to Miguel Torres? Because seriously??? Why do you ever think that’s ok??? Hey I promised my kid I’d bring him hojaldres in the morning for breakfast thirty years ago so may as well make good on that promise right, only thirty years late that’s totally fine right? He won’t tell the difference right?

Fuck you, Miguel. 

And they’re still clearly Nick’s favorite because he’s brought Jimmy to a restaurant specifically for them and that just makes my heart break for the man he had to become without a father. He still held onto that love for them even though they were probably always associated with a horrible, horrible memory of being abandoned 🥺🥺 god damn Nick you’re so broken I’m so sorry. 

Ellie is still as supportive as ever and good god we clearly have lost all pretense of personal space at this point, what is her we don’t know her isn’t this normal for coworkers? But this conversation implies he called her after his talk with his dad and ugh yesssss 😩❤️ I still think he called her immediately after leaving the building, talked the entire car ride home and while getting ready for bed, needing the comfort of her voice on the other end of the line as he worked through his whirlwind of emotions and tried to come down off the cliff he felt himself on. All pretenses of a bad boy with a mysterious flare forever gone, his heart is open for her to see and he doesn’t give two shits about it anymore. But Ellie does a damn good job of girlfriend duties here and not only supports him but also gently prods him to see if he can maybe one day have a relationship with his father. The parallels she brings up makes him think (and also makes him look at her lips twice 👀 he’s just so close to her how could he not I mean right 😅) and I love that she’s still being v supportive but also trying to help him grow. 

And then Ellie giving Nick the option to go with his dad or go to the other location because she’s not going to push anything on him he doesn’t want and then when he chooses the embassy to avoid his dad her reaction had me laughing 🤣 but she respects it. And yet shortly after Miguel tries to team up with Nick and Ellie hears it from the other side of the bullpen, immediately all ears to step in if he wants to avoid him again despite giving him flack for it earlier. Nick can sense her worry and support and this is the moment he takes her advice in just a tiny step and accepts teaming up with his dad. But OMG KILL ME WHEN NICK THINKS HIS DAD IS DEAD BEFORE HE GETS TO TRY AT A RELATIONSHIP AGAIN. HIS WHISPERED “papa’s” I CAAAAAN’T. 

Ugh and then his last conversation with his dad while Ellie is checking on him constantly. It’s just too much, that little boy is back, desperately hoping for his dad to stick around. And Ellie is just so happy she can’t contain it for him and it’s perfect. He walks right to her, her hand on his back because they just need to touch each other after such a heavy couple of days and Nick echoes her advice back at her because he’s showing he listens and he values her insight and I just love it. 

AND THEN MIGUEL HAS COME TO RIP MY HEART OUT BECAUSE HE’S A PIECE OF SHIT REMEMBER. 

My poor bby Nick’s face when he realized his dad LIES AND LEAVES. REMEMBER. HE LIES AND LEAVES. God Wilmer killed it because Nick is literally on the verge of tears and my heart breaks and then yes he goes to Gibbs to see his pseudo-father who he then realizes is more of a father figure than Miguel will ever be and hell that’s okay but STILL. 

I will end this WWR with a I love supportive girlfriend Ellie and another big Fuck You to Miguel Torres.

Goodnight.

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"riding deku and cumming all over his face..." Bby, pls write this out and I'll give you my left tiddy. My whole left tiddy will be yours if you write at the whole prompt thou sent I-

gimme the tiddy, nom nom

imma sneakily tag @monst and @meganshinsou-tm too, its the deku fuckers gang

Warning(s): face riding, overstimulation, squirting

Over and over again - Dom!Izuku x (fem)Reader

“Izuku, ngh, fuck!” you moaned out loud, one hand clutching onto his soft curly locks, the other grasping onto the edge of the headboard with all the strength that you had left.

Izuku’s tongue kept darting in and out of your wet and warm walls, his nose constantly nudging against your clit as he ate you out, hands holding your thighs close to his body, not letting you leave your seat. You felt slightly dizzy from the overstimulation, having already came twice on his face, but he kept going and you had come to crave the dizziness even more.  The lush feeling of his pecs, collar and shoulders under your ass was undeniably something that made you feel so deserving of this throne. As you dipped your head down, you moved your hips to the best of your ability, crying out when you managed to get more friction from his tongue, the soft and wet muscle pushing against the right pressure points. He kept teasing you, not going in all the way and barely sucking on your clit, so you were kept from your third orgasm, the frustration evident in your vocalisation. Meanwhile, Izuku’s dick was standing to full attention, the tip red the denial from before and from the sight that he was witnessing now. You were panting, your tongue falling out from your mouth as you clenched your eyes tightly, arms slightly flexed from how hard you were holding onto the headboard as you kept moaning out his name. He already came once from how hot you looked, but he couldn’t but get how hard from how helpless you were against his strength. His eyes trailed from your lewd face and down your body, groaning against your pussy as he saw how much your boobs were jumping around. His determination fuelled from your exposed body led you to your third orgasm as he let his tongue dive further in, hand tugging on his hair as you threw your head back.

“Deku!” you moaned loudly, the pro-hero beneath you drinking up every single drop that you released, sucking on your oversensitive lips. 

You softly shuddered from the sight below you, loads of cum dripping down his cheeks as he brought up a finger to your lips, licking off the cum that he collected and humming in approval. Panting softly, you were about to beg him to let you go, but he had other ideas in mind; he wanted you to squirt all over his face. He wrapped his lips around your puffy clit, sucking harshly onto it as he regained his hold over your thighs. You screamed out, throwing your head back as you looked at the toned boy beneath you, the pleasurable pain making you clench your toes as you tugged harder on his hair, making him groan.

“Izu, fuck, don’t sto-“ you yelped as you felt a hard smack against your soft ass, the warmth of his palm massaging your ass. 

“What’s my fucking name, darling?” he whispered against your clit, giving it a little kiss as he stared up at you with half lidded eyes, the greens in his eyes dark with lust.

Izuku had grown so well since UA, sporting an undercut with a curly top, his whole body buffed up and incredibly taller. His freckles still were prominent on his cheeks, and the innocent appeal made it all the lewder as he flicked your clit with his tongue momentarily, the dominant man seeping out of him slowly.

“Y/n” he growled softly, wrapping his arms around your thighs tighter so that his fingertip could slowly rub against your bud. You whined softly, pressing down further to get more friction, but he flexed his arm, stopping you from doing so.

“What’s my name, sweetheart?” he mused, softly nipping onto the skin that situated between your thigh and pussy, the warmth teasing you as you kept bucking, trying to ride anything at this point.

“Daddy, please, make me cum, daddy!”

Your whines were replaced with moans as his nibbles reached up till your clit, the hardness of his teeth pushing you closer to the edge as he dived back in. He kept his eyes trained up at you, not noticing how he bucked his hips into the air, wanting some form of friction himself.

Even through all the pleasure that clouded your senses, you noticed that and let your hand wander backwards, fingers riding over the bumps of his abdomens and through the mess he made on his stomach before reaching the familiar stiff member. Izuku moaned loudly against your pussy, the vibrations making your arch your back as you started to jack him off, using his cum as lube.

“O-oh, fuck, y/n, y-you wanna fucking cum so bad huh?” he growled, closing his eyes for a few seconds as he threw his head back slightly, hips moving with the motion of your hand.

“Yes, daddy, please, make me cum, please” you begged with a pout on your face, sweat dripping down your body as you moved more frantically against his face, clit nudging against his nose.

You stared down at him, his nose scrunched up, jaw clenched with shiny slick trailing down his cheeks and marked neck. You had seen this face many times before, but you weren’t prepared for the snarky face that he shot you as he worded his phrase carefully.

“Remember this, darling, I’m the only one who can make you cum this hard, so I better hear your moans of my name falling out of those slutty lips of yours” he gulped before going back to sucking harshly onto your clit, a new vigor attacking your overused bundle of nerves. One hand unwrapped itself around your left thigh, two fingers of his slipping into your tight and clenching walls. You didn’t care about how dishevelled you looked with drool running down your chin as you bounced up and down on his fingers with passion.

The both of you were so lost in each other’s touches that within seconds, the curl of Izuku’s fingers had you come unravelling all over his face, his own moans resonating with yours as you moaned each other’s names out.

“Fucking hell, Izuku!” you yelled out loud, feeling a huge force come down on you, more than just cum being released, a familiar transparent liquid coating the man’s face as your body shook uncontrollably, limbs weak as you rested your head against the headboard.

As you kept squirting, you felt a warm liquid go down your hand, followed by soft pants from the male. After regaining your breaths, body now under control, you were moving to get off Izuku’s face, but with the feeling of his warm skin colliding with yours, you knew you were locked onto here for a while, because now he wanted to watch how much your pussy contracted over nothing from squirting over and over again.

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Together

Pairing: JJ Maybanks x female reader

Warnings: mentions of social anxiety and other mental health issues, slight swearing and slight mention of underage drinking.

A/N: this story is mainly based upon my own experiences and struggles with anxiety and social anxiety. I am in no way romanticizing or glamorizing mental illnesses. If you need help you can always talk to me or contact crisis hotlines. It gets better, I know it. (Also this is the first time I post on tumblr and I am a very anxious bby please send feedback, it would make me very happy, okay thank you.)

Summary: Reader has been suffering from social anxiety for a long time. One night, everything falls apart and she hopes nobody notices.

Word count: 1,700 ish

This represents y/n’s thought and this jj’s.

Picture found on Pinterest, all credits to rightful owner.

It was a typical Friday night in the outer banks, the pogues had organized yet another kegger and the party was roaring. Y/n was sitting on a hard lump of wood, enjoying the music and the dancing flames of the bonfire. You could even see a soft smile drawn onto her lips. She felt good.

That changed quickly. One minute she was fine and the next she couldn’t feel anything anymore. Emptiness. It was all she could feel. Like she was nothing but a large void. It felt as if all of the air had been sucked out of her lungs, leaving her breathless and frightened.

It happened more and more lately. Small moments of disorientation where she couldn’t feel anything at all. These episodes usually happened when she was alone and didn’t last very long, but this time it was different. It felt much worse.

You’re so disgusting, and pathetic.

Not wanting anyone to see her in this state, she left silently, ashamed of herself. It’s not as though anyone would miss her anyway. She wasn’t very popular. She had friends, of course, but not that many.

There was John B, a friendly guy who everybody knew because, well he was John B.

There was also Pope, who was kind and smart, but that everyone knew because of his father Heyward’s business.

Then there was Kie, a cute hippie girl with a passion for environmental issues. Born a kook, but a pogue at heart.

And finally there was JJ, one of the best surfer in the Outer Banks. He was well known for his charm, being a pothead and his tendencies of getting into fights with kooks.

The five of them hung out almost every day and yet if you showed a photo of the group to an islander, they probably wouldn’t be able to identify y/n.

She was invisible, unseen. She was that one girl who was always with the four pogues. The one who nobody chose for projects. The one teachers never picked on. The one who no one noticed. She was nothing.

As she was sitting on the damp sand, small waves crashing onto her bare feet, tears began to roll down her cheeks. She wanted to scream, tell the whole world how she felt, but no sound came out. She couldn’t speak. Only her breathing was heard. She couldn’t move either, and yet she couldn’t stop her hands from shaking.

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“You better reuse that plastic cup Maybank, or I’ll make you eat it,” threatened Kie, after JJ placed his empty cup on the ground.

The boy rolled his eyes and threw the red cup at his friend. “Keep it safe for me, I’m going to find y/n.”

“She was sitting by the bonfire, like five minutes ago,” said John B.

“Well not anymore,” muttered the blond when his eyes landed on the empty seat.

JJ wandered around the boneyard, looking for his friend. A bad feeling started to grow in the pit of his stomach. So after looking around the boneyard for more than half an hour, the boy became more and more worried.

Biting off the nails of his hand, he scanned the crowd once more. Y/n and him had been friends since they were little and they knew each other better than anyone else. He knew that she would never leave a party without saying goodbye.

Where could she be, he wondered, taking his hat off to run his hand through it.

A sigh of relief left his lips as he saw the small silhouette of his friend, sitting on the beach, away from the party. As he got closer, he noticed the shiny streams on her cheeks he remembered how distant she had been recently.

How she smiled less frequently and how she didn’t talk as much. How she didn’t eat as much and how her leg was always bouncing under the table. How her fists we’re always closed tightly and how tired she looked. The dark circles under her eyes and the nothingness in her gaze. It was like she wasn’t there anymore.

JJ’s face twisted into a sad expression. He felt bad for not noticing it earlier, like it was his fault. It pained him to see her this way, in such a distressed state.

He sat next to her, making her flinch in surprise. “Hey,” he spoke softly, “are you okay?” She wiped her tears away and nodded her head.

“Y/n, please don’t lie.” His voice was small and full of empathy, like he felt the same way she did.

So pathetic, even when doing nothing you’re hurting your friends. How could anyone love you, she said to herself.

“I- uh I-“ she tried to speak but failed, choking on her words.

Panic filled the girl’s mind as she was suddenly aware of what was happening. Her heart tightened in her chest and pain shot up in her rib cage. Her hands were shaking even more and her legs felt numb.

JJ noticed how her eyes were filled with fear and how loud and uneven her breathing had become. She was having a panic attack. It had happened a few times before so he knew how to help her.

“Hey, hey hey,” he placed his arms around her and held her tightly. ��You’re okay. I’m here with you, okay? Everything is going to be okay. Now I want you to listen to my voice and do exactly what I say, can you do that?” She nodded, JJ gave her a reassuring smile.

“Okay, good. Now every time you feel a wave crashing on your feet, I want you to take a deep breath and when you feel another one coming, you let it all out, “ she nodded once more.

They both looked down at the ocean and waited for a wave to come. “In,” the wave left the shore slowly and came back a few seconds later. “and out.”

“good, you’re doing good. In and out. That’s it.” JJ’s hand was now tracing small patterns on the back of the girl’s back, so softly she could barely feel it. “Now I want you to talk to me, can you do that for me?”

Her breathing had now slowed down to a regular rhythm and so had her tremors, but she had terror spread across her face.

“I want you-,” he paused wiping away with his free hand the tears off of her warm cheeks, “-to tell me three things that you can see right now.”

“I-“ she shook her head in denial, “no.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay you can do it y/nn.” His voice was warm and so reassuring. Just hearing it helped her calm down.

“I- uh I can, I can se see the ocean,” her voice was shaky and weak.

“Huh uh, keep breathing.”

“and um the uh the-the stars,” she stopped for a second to take a deep breath, her hand reaching out to his. The blond boy flinched at the contact, her skin was freezing cold.

“I-I can also see your eyes,” she finished, her voice sounding smoother and more confident.

JJ offered a warm smile, “good, now tell me two things you can hear.”

Y/n broke the eye contact and started a tte ocean, concentrating on what she could hear. “I hear music playing from the party and uh the waves crashing.”

She was no longer crying or shaking but JJ kept going. “ Name one thing you can feel.”

“Only one?” He shook his head in agreement.

“Your heart,” she stared into his eyes, “I can feel beating in my hand.”

“Good.”

JJ looked away silently. He wanted to ask her what had happened, but he didn’t. Instead he remained quiet and admired the star shining above his head.

“I’m sorry,” she croaked out. “It’s just that lately, it’s like I can’t feel anything at all-“ she wrapped her arms around her knees, “-it’s like the only thing I care about is what others will think about me.”

“Don’t wear that skirt, people will think you’re a slut. Don’t say anything or they’ll think you’re annoying. Did you see them, they’re laughing at you, shouldn’t have said anything. Did you really say that? Ugh you should have let somebody else talk, what a waste of time. He didn’t answer you? Well that’s because he hates you. There’s a party? Don’t go. Nobody likes you anyway, they’re just gonna judge you, they hate you.”

“Y/n, you know none of that is true, we do love you.”

“I know, but I can’t help it! I can’t stop it. And I’m so tired of feeling that way. I just want it to stop.” A single tear rolled down on the side of her face.

“Oh god, y/n.”

“I’m so dumb. I’m here talking to you about my little problems, but you’ve got problems much worse than mine. Jesus I’m so stupid.”

JJ looked at the girl next to him. She looked so small and vulnerable. He could see the pain in her expression and it hurt him so much. He wanted to hold and kiss her, but he was afraid of breaking her. She looked so fragile.

If only she knew how loved she is.

“No y/n, you’re not stupid or dumb. It’s not because I have a shitty life and a jack ass for a dad that your problems are not valid. You’re living something really intense and scary right now but I can assure you that I understand. We’ll get trough this together okay?”

They were both crying messes at this point, but neither of them cared anymore. The small girl opened her arms to boy beside her. Through her gesture a message was hidden, and JJ understood it perfectly. He held her tightly against his chest. Her tears were wetting his shoulder and his were falling onto the messe that was her hair. Her hands were grasping firmly that soft cotton of his sweatshirt, afraid he would let go.

“Don’t let go of me, please,” she implored. “I don’t want you to leave me, ever. I can’t do this without you J.”

“I won’t y/n, I won’t leave you, I promise.”

“We’ll get through it, we’ll get you help and we’ll survive this together, okay?” A sob left the blond’s mouth. “I promise, okay, I promise.”

[daisylincs]

Today is, officially, the last day of 2020 - so it's literally just in time that I'm getting to @aosrecweek's amazing challenge. But that does go to show the nature of this crazy year a little bit, right? Time has just been INSANE, and I honestly cannot believe it's so close to over.

That said, I want to put it out there that everyone - absolutely everyone - who created something in this mad year, is a SUPERHERO. Like. We could have hidden away in dark corners, curled into little balls, and lost touch with our creativity entirely - but instead, we made some of the most fantastic content I have ever seen. And, excuse the language, but that is fucking amazing, of each and every single one of us. We're bloody INCREDIBLE, you guys. We really are.

Now, the rules of this challenge dictate that I've got to start with some of my own things, then repeat with the same number of creations by other people. So I'm going to do that, and I apologise for the sheer length (and self-plug-iness) of what is about to follow - but, bloody incredible, remember? I really mean that. 💜💜💜

My Own:

you could call me babe for the weekend - 19k of Spideychelle being oblivious, mutually pining IDIOTS while being snowed in. And, you know, fake dating. (This thing was SO MUCH FUN to write and though, yeah, it got completely out of control, as evidenced by the 19k, I still really love it.)

'tis the damn season - my first attempt at writing a multi-chap, and, yeah, it only has one chapter as of now, but I really love said chapter. Basically, it's Daisy and Mackelena being friends, and honestly just the BEST friends - I adore the style I managed to achieve in this thing. Plus, the Skimmons I have planned up next is going to be da bomb.

the closest thing - Philindaisy plus fake family. Also; amusement parks. And for a fangirl like me - well, it was pretty much a dream come true to write!

oh valley of plenty - in this fic, I basically told myself, so AoS won't give us Huntingbird in the finale? Fine. I'll just do it myself then - in the fluffiest way possible. And that's exactly what I did - making them, and their kids, be best friends in Perthshire.

maybe life should be about more - a very angsty Skimmons and Daisy-centric AU, focusing on the internalised homophobia Daisy has experienced through her life, and shaking it off (and eventually, y'know, getting together with Jemma.)

and it's dark in a cold december (but i've got you to keep me warm) - Fitzsimmons just make such a supreme pairing for hurt/comfort, what with how insanely well they understand each other and care about each other, so I'm really glad for the Fitzsimmons Secret Santa giving me the chance to write this! Basically, this follows our science duo through a stressful mission on Christmas Eve (so yes, it's a mission fic!!) and realising that the two of them can do anything together.

july second - ahhh, one of my personal favourites to write! Daisy birthday surprise fluff will always be top-notch for me, especially for all the team-as-family fluff you can add in, especially especially that this is set in Staticquake times! Also, it's from Hunter's point of view, which will forever be the most insanely fun thing to write, I do think.

i just wanna be with you - man, I'm such a big royal fan, so getting the chance to write a modern royalty AU for my OTP was nothing short of amazing!! This is Princess Daisy and her fiancée Lincoln Campbell at their official engagement interview

see the line where the skye meets the sea - shameless season 1 bby Bus Kids fluff, featuring movie nights, singalongs and... so much fluff your teeth will rot. Also I'm really freaking proud of the pun in the title okay

'cause all that you are is all that i'll ever need - Huntingbird waking up together fluff (because, fight me, Huntingbird in their sweet moments is one of the sweetest things you will ever get to read or write.) This is also my, fluffy, take on the origin of the Franny's Saloon keychain.

we love you, we love you (and we hope you love we too) - aha, my first polyship fic! Also my first try at some actually fancy HTML formatting (forever thanks to Kat for explaining.) Both of these things combined to form a fic that even I think is ridiculously fluffy and funny, and kinda amazing, at that.

and man I don't know where the time goes (but it sure goes fast like that) - Another Bus Kids movie night fic, but this one set post-season 7, and reflecting on how far they've come. A little bit more hurt/comfort-y than it's pure fluff prequel, but still super fluffy and soft. And, of course, with a happy ending.

she shares my dreams, i hope that someday, i'll share her home - snowy Fitzsimmons fluff, complete with them falling in love at the Winter Olympics, as you do.

then you walked in and my heart went boom - 16k of Dekesy for the wife, and remarkable for that, because literally a month ago from this, I hated Dekesy with my entire soul. Then I started reading Kat's fics, and, well, fell in love with them... so much so that I wrote sixteen thousand words of enemies-to-friends-to-lovers, bed sharing holiday fluff for them.

a love like that - a Fitzsimmons Cinderella AU, featuring my two favourite science babies, in true science bby style, falling in love over science and how stupid the whole courting thing is. Also, Daisy makes a brief appearance, and she's the freaking best.

ever after - ah, probably the one single fic I'm proudest of. A post-season 7 Daisy character study focusing on her emotional rollercoaster re: losing her family/things never being the same again, which just achieves... an emotional level that I have never managed to replicate again. I was full-on sobbing while writing it, and, guys, it also part-holds the Closest To Making Kat Cry prize.

blue - Daisy character study spanning snapshots of seven seasons, and before - but tied together by something blue in every moment. Researching for this, and finding all the blue moments, was very interesting, and immensely satisfying, especially since all the moments where a little bit of blue was present actually combine to chronicle Daisy's journey on the show remarkably well.

who is that girl I see - the one time I decided to write straight angst, and straight angst with no happy ending. Melinda May post-Bahrain, folks.

take my hand, take my whole life too - aww, the first thing I wrote that I really and truly loved. A Staticquake and Fitzsimmons Actors AU, featuring a proposal on set and INCREDIBLE amounts of fluff and softness.

hold out your hand, 'cause friends will be friends - the wife's favourite, and, as second fics go, pretty damn good, if I do say so myself. It's a Soulmates AU for Staticquake and Mackelena, with the focus being on DaisyMack friendship, and lots of denial, angst, and guilt about finding their soulmates. (They figure it out eventually, don't worry - it's me, of course I made them happy.)

Fitzsimmons + Fake Dating moodboard - Fake dating will always be FAB, and picturing it out in a moodboard - especially for my clueless bby best friends in love - was the best, and super satisfying.

Staticquake + Orange moodboard - One of the cooler ideas I had for Trick or Treat (which I still have not finished, heaven help me) was to make a series of moodboards for my OTP plus different colours. This orange one is just so light, and cheerful, and happy, and honestly I kinda adore it.

This Philindaisy + Family Moodboard - making moodboards can be insanely frustrating when you just can't find the photo that fits exactly right. With this one, however, I found all the pics I needed pretty insanely fast, and, better, the whole thing just worked, and really nicely so, too.

This Bus Kids + Baking Cookies moodboard - there's absolutely NO faults to be found with tiny, adorable Skye, Fitz and Jemma concocting choc chip cookies - but I'm actually doing a tiny cheat here, because, cute as my moodboard here is, the accompanying fic by my love @eowima is the SWEETEST and best thing you could ever wish for!!!

This Daisy Johnson Appreciation Week Photoset - Day 3 of Daisy Johnson Appreciation Week focused on an emotion, and I picked confidence and power, because honestly, it's nothing short of amazing how confident and powerful our gorgeous girl has become.

This Daisy Johnson Appreciation Week Photoset - One of the times I wish I could gif, because this quote about struggling though never giving up just suits Daisy perfectly. The photos I found are cool, though, and I mean, it's Daisy, so that's already absolutely fabulous.

Other People's:

I managed to find twenty-six of my own things that I liked enough to put up there (because, yes, I'm that big a dork, 26 things for me being 26 is the way to go :D) Anyway, now that gives me the amazing chance to spotlight twenty-six of my favourite creations by my FANTASTIC mutuals! 😍

To start, my wife - Kat said I couldn't put everything she's ever written on here, so, ugh, I guess I'll just do my top five then. *grumbling* Everything by Kat is on here in spirit, though!!

Chasing Cars (even after the story ends) by @aleksandrachaev - the epic Dekesy roadtrip AU and incredible Daisy character study itself, which, I do believe, finishes today!! Words aren't enough to describe how freaking AMAZING this thing is, or how spectacularly well characterised. Just: if you haven't read this yet, you are missing out. You will laugh, you will groan, you will want to wrap Daisy in a very tight hug, and you will probably cry, too. This fic just has it all, really!

there goes the maddest man this town has ever seen by @aleksandrachaev - the post-season 7 Deke-crashes-the-Framework-Zoom-call fic I didn't know I needed (but spent the next two weeks rereading every single night.) It is absolutely INCREDIBLE, with all the Deke & Team feels we missed in the final outro scene, and honestly just the most fantastic writing. I cannot recommend it enough!

To Box It Up And Start Again (everything must go) by @aleksandrachaev - bloody hell, this BROKE me. Deke never really got to say goodbye in canon, but Kat gave him the chance to do it here. And, my freaking GOODNESS, she made it so incredibly bittersweet and heart-shattering. 10/10

i am a leaf on the wind by @aleksandrachaev - a little bit of a stretched-out, reflective moment in the season 7 finale. As Daisy lingers on the edge of death, she reflects on all the lives she could have had - and, man, what a study in bittersweetness!! This entire fic is utterly incredible, and something I think all Daisy fans should read.

Falling Into Place by @aleksandrachaev - here's a tiny cheat from me (sorry, babes, lmao) because technically this isn't one fic, but a series of three. Way too amazing to miss out on, though!! Set mid-season 7, this has the Chronicoms go after a young Mary Sue Poots to kill Quake before she can become a problem for them. They stop the Chronicoms, yes, but not without a TREMENDOUS dose of feels and hurt/comfort. There's also a wonderful little dose of Dekesy friendship, and then an adult adoption (!!) that honestly made my entire day to read. Actually, that's true for the entire series - I really canNOT yell about it enough!!

destroyer of worlds by @bobbimorseisbisexual - a study in incredible parallels between Jiaying's daughters. Utterly breathtakingly done, this will give you ALL the feels for this small and complex Inhuman family.

Muscle Memory by @robotgort and @bobbimorseisbisexual - a Huntingbird!! Bones!! AU!! And also a collaboration between two of the most fabulous Huntingbird authors in the fandom - honestly, what more can you ask for?! This will make you laugh, and gasp, and wince, and keep you guessing at each new plot twist (and also screaming at your screen for Hunter and Bobbi to get their acts together and TALK ABOUT IT.) In short: it's completely and utterly amazing, and I cannot, cannot recommend it enough!!

You Belong Among the Wildflowers by @libbyweasley - a freaking incredible Scis & Spies Regency AU! I only just started reading, but I was hooked all the way through, especially on the way Libby writes all four characters' complex relationships (and their attraction, and their history!) Everything about it is just completely stunning, and I for one cannot WAIT for these beautiful idiots to figure out they all belong together.

Family Snapshot by @tomatobookworm - if it's family fluff you're after, especially Staticquake family fluff, look no further! This tremendously soft and utterly amazing fic follows a day in the lives of a pregnant Daisy and her husband Lincoln, and their not-so-little family of Inhumans, both adopted and biological. There's also shopping with Grandma May, lots of feels, lots of shippiness, and just AMAZINGNESS all the way through!!

Best Day Ever by @loved-the-stars-too-fondly - Jemma and Daisy want to adopt a pet, and make a very special trip to Wisconsin to do it. Also, whether he knows who he is or not, Jemma has an important question to ask Cal - and just, AHHHH, everything about this is utterly stunning! For starters, Aubrey's writing is FANTASTIC, and the scene she sets is absolutely beautiful, and so very bittersweet. I was actually misting up a little with happy tears towards the end of this - really, I cannot recommend this enough, to any Skimmons fan.

so why don't we go somewhere only we know by @loved-the-stars-too-fondly - more Skimmons (platonic this time, though), more hurt/comfort, and, yes, again, more absolutely INCREDIBLE writing. This one is canon compliant, following a shaken Jemma struggling to sleep after Maveth, and how Daisy finds a way to help her out. Incredibly sweet, tender and BEAUTIFULLY written, this one was an instant favourite the moment I read it!

Unspoken by @anxiouslynumbme - a birthday fic for yours truly, and, honestly, one of the most STUNNING Staticquake introspectives I've read. It follows Daisy and Lincoln in a beautifully tender missing moment in season 3, with them both realising their feelings, and just... AHHHHHHHH, everything about it is utterly incredible!! I cannot, cannot recommend this gem of a fic enough

the thing about water droplets and ruffled hair by @que-mint-tea - here's another fic that proves, once and for all, how good Kat's Dekesy is, because it managed to convert T to write some Dekesy smut. And, oh my GOSH, what Dekesy smut - so goshdarn angsty, but so FANTASTICALLY characterised and written that it leaves you more than a little breathless, and gaping at your screen. The first chapter initially left us on the most HORRIFIC cliffhanger, but then T fixed it, and it's just... this thing is really a whole new level of emotional writing, raw and gripping and intensely perfect for both of these characters. My haw still drops whenever I think of this thing, and how utterly AMAZING it was, so yeah. Fic rec!!!

beautiful stranger, there you are by @justanalto - I do believe I still owe Serena a long and very gushy comment on this thing, because, MAN, does it ever deserve that!! Pipsy and fake dating, with the most HILARIOUSLY incredible writing, plot and characterisation, and honestly just a giddy "askhdfkhsfh" whenever I think back to how much I enjoyed it. Yup, it was that good.

Jumping to conclusions by @eowima - a very special one, because it marks my love Océane's first venture into writing AoS fic! It's an AU of 1x06 (the Fitzsimmons episode of s1) where Fitz does actually jump out of the plane to save Jemma. Realisations of feelings, and some of the most genuinely FANTASTIC Fitz characterisation I've read in a while, follow - and, yup, I was shouting at my screen for them just to get together already. Amazing stuff, really!!

Look into your eyes and the sky's the limit by @eowima - okay, this. This. Another gift for me, and one that I will probably treasure forEVER, because it is just?? so?? utterly?? perfect?? Just for starters, the title is a Hamilton reference - and then the theme of Hamilton references continues into the fic itself, I'm delighted to say. There's also the most BEAUTIFUL, playful Skimmons friendship, and teasing, and then of course the bet about who can make out with their crush first... Staticquake & Fitzsimmons perfection. And all rendered in Océane's delightful, best-thing-ever-to-read writing!! I'm going into a giddy keyboard smash just THINKING about this, so yeah, cannot recommend it enough.

lullabies and clear blue skies by @springmagpies and @bobbimorseisbisexual - okay, I never thought I'd catch myself shipping FitzBobbi, let alone shipping it this hard, but... wow. Maggie and Al teamed up to completely blow me away, and MELT MY WHOLE ENTIRE HEART with the sheer cuteness of this!! It features Fitz, Bobbi and adopting two daughters, and it's just the most tender, beautiful development through that little family - I love it so, so much.

We made all the wrong choices by @browneyedgenius - the winner of the AoS Angst War 2020, how could I not include this one? It is such a well-deserved win, though, whoa - I was sobbing, full-on sobbing, at least twice while reading. It follows the season 5 team through the events of the time-loop, after they failed to save the world - and, oh my gosh, it ripped my heart right out of my chest, but beautifully so. Everything about this fic just hits so hard, and it's written so well - yeah, really a most AMAZINGLY deserved win, for an utterly SHATTERINGLY incredible fic.

I threw stones at the stars (but the whole sky fell) by @nazezdha321 - this is Z showing us all how to write a backstory for a minor character, and write it so well that everyone's hearts break all over again when she dies. This one is about Victoria Hand, and it builds a stirring and profound childhood for her, also making her rise through the ranks of SHIELD and just her entire character mean so much more. Really, fic-wise, this is goals, and I take my hat off to you, Z, 1000%, for writing it.

in which the universe is put together by @besidemethewholedamntime - Rebecca's emotional writing, particularly Fitzsimmons' emotions, is incomparable, and she proves it all over again in this fic. If follows Fitz and Jemma before, after and during the bloodwork, and I just... wow, honestly. The emotion!! And the characterisation!! Absolutely stunning, and honestly all I could wish for in a we-had-time fic.

Agents of SHIELD Season 8 by @egumal - THIS. This, this, this, oh my gosh - as fix-it fics go, this has to be the most spectacular one I have ever read. What it does is find a way - a potentially canon compliant way, too - to bring back Lincoln Campbell, and reunite Staticquake. Basically: just about as season 7 finishes, the Astro Ambassadors get an unexpected visitor from another timeline, who asks them to come help out against Hive. Case in point, Daisy meets her lost love again (... but he has no idea who she is) and also has to relive the Fallen Agent drama. It all gets even more complicated when Kora restores Lincoln's memories, and Daisy meets the full team Deke has assembled around him in the 33 years (for him) that they've been apart... in short, this is one of the most thorough, well-written and downright SHOCKING plot-twist-wise fics that you will ever read, and honestly, saying "I can't recommend it enough" is an understatement. This thing is thd BEST, plain and simple!

Black Roses aren't real (but you and I are) by @ohwriteiforgot - ahhhh, a fic that will always have an incredibly special place in my heart, because it introduced me to one of my best fandom friends. The main focus is on Clintasha, it's true, but it's also a crossover with AoS in the sense that Clint was adopted by Coulson and May. Also, Daisy is his little sister, and their bond is gold. Also - there's Staticquake!! And flower shops!! And rivals to friends to lovers!! All I'm going to say is, what more can you ask for?!

A book to shield my story by @maybebrilliant - Staticquake High School AU, ahhhhhhhh!! There are only two chapters out so far, but the way this is shaping up is making my DAY - with Daisy as the new girl who meets Lincoln and his group of friends, and, though her foster parents are absolutely shit, starts to find actual happiness in a school for the first time in her life. Also - THE REFERENCES. Guys. I'm crazy for those, and in this book, so are my favourite dorks, Daisy and Lincoln - and let me tell you, it's nothing short of the best thing ever.

This AoS Finale Gif Edit by @heysteverogers - AoS really has been the most INCREDIBLE journey through the years, but what's really made it special is the company - and that's summed up perfectly in this gorgeous gifset. Also, the graphics on this are just, ahhhh, stunning - I'm in awe, and I've spent very long periods of time just looking at this thing in a state of heart-eyes.

This AoS Finale Gif Edit by @jemannesimms - combining Auld Lang Syne and the final scenes of my favourite show was a raw emotional - but utterly brilliant experience - for me. It's just so absolutely beautiful, and perfectly suited to the team, and their goodbyes!! Breathtaking editing work here, too.

This Daisy as Peter Parker and May as Tony Stark moodboard by @agentsofcomedyandchaos - ahhhh, a crossover of two of my favourite fandoms!! And what a lovely one, too - the colour scheme, quotes, and just the whole FEEL of this is absolutely genius, and I am guilty of being inspired by way too many fic ideas by it. Stunning stuff!!

And... whoa, that was long, but I really do feel that we deserve a bit of a proper pat on the back after creating such magical content in such a messed up year. So that's the note I'm going to leave you with for 2020, my friends: hell-year or no, look at the absolute beauty we were still able to create!! We really are freaking amazing, guys.

[matchamorphosis]

𝑆𝑈𝑀𝑀𝐸𝑅 𝐻𝐼𝐺𝐻𝑆

𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒, 𝑖𝑓 𝑣𝑢𝑙𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛’𝑡 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠?

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 || a lovely picnic on the beach is where you two lovers find yourselves although the faults and cracks of your relationship start to come to shore.

𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 || avenger!bucky barnes × [black//woc]fem!reader

𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒 || fluffy angst

𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡 || 2.5K ➳ 𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡 || @firefly-graphics

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 || 18+ sfw content; anxiety episode, depression mention, emotional and mental vulnerability, crying, unworthiness for love, this is just very angsty but I promise it does get better, minor dni

𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑠 || electric love by børns .  televised by hunny .  ease by troy sivan, broods

𝑤. 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒 || for @burninmatches 🎊🌺 happy very late birthday poppy bby! 🌺🎊 i do hope you enjoy this!

as the stressful elements of your work environment and his demanding job pull you apart throughout your relationship you two do not allow the tense faculties to disrupt your summer off.

the only summer vacation in years that you both have to yourselves.

so the blissful moments when the streams of dandelion yellow sun rays flowed through the cracks of your sheer curtains rested on your closed eyelids, you awoke blissfully.

body facing your lover fast asleep, naked bodies breathing in sync. legs twined together harmoniously, you feel the moments of happiness and peace rushing the blood through the crevices of your heart.

feeling alive and at ease in the best emotional way.

it is now that you spring up the mattress, you needed today to be magnificent— to be absolutely magical. to be memorizing yet most significant to you and Bucky and what was a more satisfying summer trip then the glorious sands and soothing turquoise waters of the beach.

waking up Bucky with your pillow hitting against his sleepy face, he awakes with a tired lazy grin. knowing he felt the vixen energy radiating your atoms the moment you raised from your spot on the bed and started to wonder when you would wake him.

so at that moment after the mini pillow war Bucky just had to start and finish you both raced to the kitchen and started your simple breakfast. by simple it had to be contrived of fluffy eggs, smoked bacon, warm toast, juicy fruit and delicious tea all while listening to the blasting rusting root coming from the mini stereo in the kitchen.

finishing the prepping and cooking, you both sat at the small kitchen table as you spoke about your beach plan as Bucky had his egg toast and you ate your fruit salad. biting bits of bacon and feeding each other, licking the buttery grease off your fingertips.

pouring your cups of herbal mint tea you both chat while Bucky read his paper and you writing in your journal. the sounds of the singing morning birds and the light classical music in the background serve well in filling the spaces of welcomed silenced.

breakfast, well mornings in general, are most significant to you and Bucky because it is where you both are in your truest soft forms.

at this time the rushing anxieties cannot keep up and the stressful expectations of reality don’t exist — because it is just you and him with your bed hair, wrinkled silk pajamas and blue porcelain cups of steaming tea.

as both of you spoke about your individual thoughts and expectations of today you both couldn’t help your eyes colliding to find each other every other minute. a smile gracing both faces and laughter reminisces with the shy and childlike nature you both hold.

both your comfortable positions find the natural comforting silence as you both finish your breakfast. underneath the table both your feet touch against each other, just finding comfort in the presence that it is just you and him.

after your simple morning meal and the cleaning up that took longer than you thought, only at the hands of Bucky blowing soap suds in your hair and you exchanging the childish act by spreading jam on his cheeks with the tips of your fingers.

the both of you rushed to the bathroom to get ready for the day ahead of you. fits of laughter and chatter bring peaceful chaos to the apartment as the two of you bath together.

afterwards you are in your pale yellow sundress smelling sweet of vanilla bean, lemon zest and the woodsy elements of Bucky’s cologne. your favorite dress of the summer in your opinion brought a strong contrast to your others that consisted of reds, pinks, blues and greens.

finally after settling on a dress, you beam at yourself in the mirror. placing your brown straw sunhat on your head, giving a quick twirl you were complete.

at the other side of the room Bucky smiles softly, you had his hair in a small bun yet the little strands of hair around his face slip out.

although you do not mind as you spring to your feet walking to his side by the doorway. pecking his mouth sweetly, Bucky can taste the watermelon gloss on your lips and it’s all a blissful dream as he feels your curves through your sundress.

a giggle escapes through the opening jaw of your white teeth and plump lips, you lightly smack his hand that’s gripping your hips you run to the kitchen. hurrying to prep all the necessities of your picnic to the beach, as well as trying to find the picnic basket which Bucky claimed was lost for good.

well, not nearly as lost as he put it if after a good five minutes of searching you found it deep in the shelves of your pantry closet. but in the rush of placing the watermelon slices and fruit cubes of cantaloupe, honey dew, orange slices in containers you were pacing to finish!

fresh rolls and baguettes of baked bread, finely sliced deli meats, creamy cheeses in brown paper bags as well as glass bottles of wine in the picnic basket. so so much to do and you nearly jump in surprise noticing what time it is!

the clocks hand rested at two and you both rushed helplessly to get what you both needed before walking out of the little cottage you two reserved for the summer to Bucky’s shiny white porsche. both laughing and hurrying as quickly as possible while stuffing your beach-things in the backseats.

“I hope you didn’t forget anything Bucky. it be such a waste of time to keep going back and forth,” you giggle smiling brightly up at him while he starts the engine, he returns the smile and laugh taking your hands in his.

“plum, with you here time can’t reach us,” a rising bashful smile blesses your face and with that he pulls the topless car to the highway like streets crowded by the green trees and clay cliffs.

the sun shining brighter and more yellow than before, the cotton clouds floating heavenly against the blue skies, a breeze flows against your face and you smile delightfully while the music from the radio makes you sing along.

stringing Bucky into your loud singing you both laugh when you forget the words and you both smile as you sing on and off key, the smell of the salty waves get closer you hold onto his hand tighter.

when you two get closer to the more secluded area of beach the excitement rises between the two of you and both of you have a right to feel overly excited, feeling free of job related restraints.

you two take your time getting your items from the cars trunk and backseat and walk hand in hand towards the lines of rippled blue water and shell scattered sand.

the beach, surprising wasn’t at all crowded as you thought, for only a few bodies (families, groups of friends and couples young and old) massing the sands you walk a decent space away from them placing your pale blue picnic blanket on the warm sand you settle the other things before situating yourselves on it.

digging into your personal bag you search for the sunscreen while Bucky worked the antennas of the mini radio, searching for a station to listen to as his eyes wash over the sparkling tide.

grabbing the little beige bottle you apply the honeycomb scented sunscreen on his face and forearms, with a tug to his mint green shirt sleeve and a unintentional pout he strips himself of the tee shirt.

smiling from that kind gesture you continue spreading the sun protection lotion on his shoulders, back, and chest while a focused compassionate expression clouds your face.

which could be mistaken with lust to any person as there is an Adonis in your presence and your head shifts to kiss his lips softly, tenderly slow as your hands hold onto his biceps as he returns the kiss back.

backing your lips quickly afterwards with a smirk, which Bucky just scoffs at you in playful rage “what do you get out of not returning my kisses, dolly?” a sense of mock hurt laced in his low voice makes you giggle.

you can’t help the wide smile that spreads “maybe… for a chance to kiss you again,” you say and Bucky can’t help but laugh along with your corny remark.

lying his back besides yours he faces you, the scent of the cool salty winds hit against both your hair. the sound of soaring birds in the skies, the radios chatter, and light washing waves against the sand is muffled within the background

the worlds universal elements and distractions may captivate your sensory devices but the present glow of love between you and Bucky, is much stronger than the universes hold on reality itself

“I love you y/n,” Bucky whispers, each breath in his voice airing in pure devotion and admiration.

but you can’t figure out how to handle that, because now the sun disappears in the cloudy blue palette. the land goes and fades into a foggy grey, and the feeling of warmth is replaced with a cold shiver.

those three remarkable words honeyed on his tongue and you wish to feel so assured- Bucky is so assured that he will forever love you.

you hate it, you hate that your heart clenches in denial, how you hate thinking you doesn’t mean it.

hate the idea that you will never truly feel loved.

eyes watering and throat gone dry, the hand that is in Bucky's hand begins to shake and you can’t look him in the eye

“what’s wrong plum?” Bucky whispers attentive, cupping your cheek your eyes leave the rushing water before aligning with his, internally wishing the tears that slip from your eyes were invisible.

you do not know what exactly is wrong with you, maybe it’s the high expectations that drag you through not fully enjoying experiences like these or maybe it’s the constant whispers in your head that make you think you don’t deserve to enjoy moments like these.

this mess of internal and external tells and instances may seem irrational to assemble or to lead to the core of the issue is impossible for people to understand, but not for Bucky.

with the knuckle of his fingers he wipes the tears that continue to fall, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck his lips brush against the shell of ear.

“y/n, I love you,” he whispers but it croaks, the little sobs you let out continue and they’re growing louder minute by minute.

getting up on his knees he glances down on you, your face hidden in the sad blue blanket; you continue to let out the small sobs and rigid whimpers.

it’s all too much, too much for your heart and mind to contain.

Bucky understands this— it’s heartbreaking but true that you both haven’t been true to yourselves and to each other when it comes to your emotional well being. the both of you figured that a healthy relationship can still persist despite the sorrow you both harness unhealthily.

the droplets of his own tears on your skin makes you look up to him, his expression equally as emotionally broken as yours, you can’t help but wrap your arms around his neck.

you don’t want to weigh your personal issues on his shoulders but what is this relationship that doesn’t consist of sharing your thousand heartbreaks and exposing your deepest scarred atrocities.

so instead of pushing him away from you, from wiping your own tears and denying this barefaced episode you clench him against you tighter.

shaking hands holding to the back of his neck and your hand in his hair as you release your world shattering tears and ground breaking sobs, Bucky does his best not to worry you, whispering his sweet words that always brings you down from the storm swirling in your head.

he is your anchor, your lover, your flesh and bone that is forever tied to you in this earth and the whole beyond.

the embrace a strong life gripping hug until Bucky lifts you up and carries you in his strong arms bridal style, walking on the sands to carry you into the pacific blue.

he looks no where else but your red watery eyes, this significant impairment is far to much for the two of you, for how could your relationship seem so simply untainted in the most harmless form yet so hurtful to the inner demons that hide in the crevices of your heart chambers that feast upon your hesitation.

Bucky hates that his tears haven’t lessen, the moments he’s walking knee deep in the cold water the realization in the drastic flaws of your relationship become so bare to him.

what is love between you two if you pretend to be okay, to pretend the hurt you two faced that still plagues and haunts you both isn’t real?

how could the two of you outrun the emotional and mental sorrow when it’s making you run away from each other?

what exactly is love if vulnerability doesn’t present itself stripped within all sentimental moralities?

“do you love me Bucky?” you both can’t recognize the voice shattered and broken, the tears are clear that they have not ceased; Bucky's jaw clenches hard to keep from screaming at the top of lungs that he does.

he doesn’t scream it for the world to hear, he doesn’t control the way his lips shake as they struggle to voice his truth, he doesn’t let you wipe his tears that cling to his lashes.

he takes a few more steps into the cold blue till he’s waist deep and your legs are wet, he captivates your peach soft face within his coarse palms, he holds you closer against him till his face is in the crook of your neck again.

he shakes against your now calm stance, it scares you more than he will ever know, it hurts when your lover cries like you.

you hold him tighter, rubbing his back trying your best to soothe him as you feel his wobbling lips against your ear while more warm tears rain down against your shoulder and the waves crash against his stature.

“I do, I do love you y/n l/n,” his voice broken yet those words are enough for him to feel whole, he crashes his lips against yours and you welcome them.

this is happiness he could be apart of.

this is love he can’t deny, this is a heaven he can believe in.

the clouds above cry with you, thundering and raining their tears the sound of the crashing waves and heavy shower soak you both to the brink but your lips do not dare separate from each other.

the tears replaces with raindrops the strong hold you two have within each other is not, you two have loved each other so hesitantly, trying your hardest to hide your broken pieces as if they were faults.

the smile that blossoms from your once pouting lips is beautifully spectacular, the tears not present anymore as well as the sniveling yet it goes hand in hand with Bucky's trembling smile and cerulean glass eyes.

a smile doesn’t cross is face easily, he clenches you closer and there you two run through the deep depth of the ocean as the rain continues pounding, with your love fueling his need to take you away from both your conflicting fiends in imaginative and ordinary incarnations.

“I LOVE YOU Y/N L/N! I LOVE YOU!” his voice emphasizing raw devotion it only harmonizes with the crashing ocean waves against their bodies and the thundering dark clouds above that sing along.

laughter bubbles against you as the shivering cold water hits against you, your soaking yellow sundress clinging onto your goosebump skin, the predicament was nowhere near expected in your affirmations of today’s outline but that in itself only makes you laugh louder.

the grey clouds crowd the heavenly blue but who needs the sunshine when you shine bright — oh so brighter than sun itself.

the waves crash against your bodies, gripping Bucky's shoulders that shake with cold and roaring laughter the tears in both your eyes aren’t riddled with sadness anymore but with compassion and vulnerable kindness.

he loves you, with all his heart he does.

[dudeandduchess]

A NSFW daddy shin bath scenario please 🙏 bless your response to anon's bath msg 🙏

Hoo boy, bby. I finally finished this. Hope you (and all y’all Shinjuhoes like me) like it. 💜✨✨✨

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Shinjurō x F!S/O: Bath Scene (NSFW Scenario):

Warning: Smut, Bath Sex, Daddy Kink, Vaginal Fingering, Cockwarming, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Rough Sex, D/s Themes, Pussy Slapping, Orgasm Denial

To say that (Y/n)’s entire body was sore was the understatement of the year.

She felt like she had been dragged to hell and back with the pain that radiated from all her muscles. Her thighs kept quivering as well; a result of the muscle spasms that assaulted her body every once in a while, because her night had been long and arduous.

The demon she had been tracking for a while had put up a really good fight. It had even managed to throw her around for a bit, despite all of the training and experience she had as a Hashira.

If she were petty enough, she would have blamed the uneven footing that fighting on sand had rendered. She struggled so badly to just keep herself upright, as she couldn’t get enough force to kick herself up so she could put more weight into her strikes.

But her shortcoming was all her own. She was willing to own up to it and admit that she needed more training, but that would happen after she got a bath to clean all the sand off of her.

She could even feel it in places where it didn’t belong; namely, between her thighs and between her breasts. If she were lewd enough, she would say that those were places where only Shinjurō’s cock belonged.

But she wasn’t. So she kept the thought to herself, while stripping off her clothes on the way to the bathroom.

Still, she couldn’t deny that the image of her lover rubbing his thick, hard cock against her body made her hot and needy for him.

“You’re home early,” The low and gruff voice made (Y/n) jump, then she whirled around and used her discarded clothes to cover her frontal nudity— even though it was needless, as Shinjurō had seen her naked so many times before.

In fact, there were days when he would just keep her on his cock; dangling from his body like the lewd woman that she was, as he set about to do his daily routine.

Such a thing wouldn’t have been possible, had Kyōjurō and Senjurō not moved out of the house after (Y/n) came along.

It wasn’t that they disliked her, but Kyōjurō just wanted to live separately from them since he got married and all, and had asked Senjurō to look after his wife while she was pregnant.

So that left (Y/n) and Shinjurō all by themselves in such a big house. They were free to do whatever they pleased, and they spent that time having all the sex that they could; especially when (Y/n) was not on missions.

“I- yes, daddy. I just got home.” Her answer was slightly shaky, as she could feel her heartbeat echoing in her ears from her prior scare. But what made her more unsteady was the sight of her lover’s chest on display from the slight part in his yukata.

Meanwhile, Shinjurō scanned her from head to toe, making note of all the tiny bruises and cuts that dotted her body. Then, his gaze zeroed in on the large bruise on her shoulder, which made him quirk an eyebrow at her.

“You’re getting rusty if a demon threw you around like that.”

(Y/n) bit her bottom lip at that, because she hated nothing more than being schooled by Shinjurō. She was fine with being punished during sex, but being reprimanded because her skills— or lack thereof— was very unsettling to her.

“But don’t worry. Daddy will make you feel better.”

Her heart practically seized at his words, because that was the last thing she had expected to hear from him. Shinjurō was being very lenient with her, and it only struck her then that he was in a good mood.

A part of her wanted to ask why, but the wiser part of her told her to let it go and just go with the flow.

“But I’m so dirty, daddy. I’m all covered with sand...”

That statement made the older man’s eyes glint with something (Y/n) couldn’t put her finger on. Excitement, perhaps?

“Then I’ll clean my filthy cocksleeve up, as well. Get you all nice and clean with my hands and cock. Do you want that?” A short chuckle punctuated his statement, as more heat pooled at the pit of (Y/n)’s stomach.

Her pussy was practically flooding with wetness with every word that passed from the former Hashira’s lips. He was just that sinful.

“Please, Daddy. I want that very much.”

A smirk tugged up at the corner of Shinjurō’s lips, before he beckoned her to turn around and march up to the bathroom.

She had even taken to leaving her clothes and sword on the floor— where she would have to pick it up later. Much later.

However, when they were going up the stairs, he couldn’t help himself and squeezed one ass cheek in his right hand.

The move caused (Y/n) to stop in her tracks, before letting her lover’s left hand on the middle of her back guide her into presenting herself for him— right on the stairs.

“Fuck, you have such a pretty cunt, baby.” Shinjurō accentuated his point by running the tip of his index finger up her slit; collecting her wetness on it before playing with her clit.

(Y/n)’s thighs quivered even more, while her hands tried to find some purchase against the steps in front of her— to no avail.

And then, without any preamble, he brought a hand down on her sopping cunt; making sure to hit her clit in that way she liked. It elicited a breathless gasp from her, which had (Y/n) bowing her head and moaning out in pleasure when he did it again.

“Who owns this pretty fucking cunt?” Shinjurō growled out, as his index and middle fingers teased her entrance by slowly dipping inside her.

“You do, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” With that, he pushed his fingers in up to the knuckle and had to bite back a grin when he heard the wet squelch of her cunt reverberate off the walls.

Meanwhile, his left hand left its place where it was splayed at the base of her spine, before snaking down between her legs and playing with her clit in time with his thrusts.

“Only I can fuck this cunt. No one else; just me.”

(Y/n) found herself nodding to his words, but squeaked in surprise when the former Hashira slapped her clit. She almost came right on the spot, as he curled his fingers against her g-spot in time with his slaps.

Her legs were quivering, and her knees felt like they were about to give in, but she tried her hardest to hold herself up.

“I’m- I’m cumming, Daddy,” She cried out, tasting the barest hint of her orgasm when Shinjurō’s hands stopped moving. He pulled his fingers out of her, with a grin playing at his lips, before putting them inside his mouth and sucking them clean.

“Not yet, baby. Up to the bathroom.”

A groan wanted to tip free from the young woman’s lips, but she bit down on her tongue and forced her body to straighten itself up before resuming the walk up to their shared bathroom.

Every step was agonizing, as her wetness smeared all over the insides of her thighs, while doing nothing to alleviate the emptiness that she felt in her cunt.

But once they were there, Shinjurō made quick work of his yukata and tossed it to the floor. He then took his cock in his hand, pumping his rock hard erection a few times before pressing the head up against (Y/n)’s sopping entrance.

“Get your bath ready while you warm my cock,” Shinjurō muttered gruffly against the shell of (Y/n)’s ear, then moved to bite down on it before licking the redness that his teeth left behind.

The very thought of it made shivers race across the young woman’s spine, but she didn’t let her excitement show— other than parting her legs and moving to slip the head of Shinjurō’s cock inside her hole.

“Such an impatient little slut.” With that, the former Hashira pushed his dick all the way inside (Y/n). The head of it rubbed tantalizingly against the entrance of her womb, which made her eyes almost roll to the back of her head— especially when she set to work on filling the ofuro up with the hot water from the bamboo faucet.

It had been such a splurge to have a direct wooden pipe line be built from the hot springs, but it was so worth it, as the water helped ease all of the aches and pains that the young woman felt.

Especially during the days when she got thoroughly fucked by her older lover. And those days came by more often than not, which was saying a lot.

Shinjurō thrusted gently every once in a while, as he watched (Y/n) fill the ofuro up like she normally would; as if his cock weren’t nestled so snugly within her walls. She straightened herself out with a quiet gasp, before reaching over to the tiny window sill and getting the scented oil which she loved very much.

Two drops of it was usually enough for herself but, since she knew that her lover was most likely going to join her, she added a few more before screwing the cap back on and returning it where it came from.

She seemed so calm and collected on the outside, but every motion made her want to moan aloud in pleasure— because every minuscule move made the cock inside her deliciously rub against her walls.

All the veins and ridges of his cock rubbed her in all the right ways that she was so close to cumming, even without further stimulation.

“I can feel your walls tightening, baby. You’re not allowed to cum until I fucking say so.” She wanted to whine at that, but found herself nodding and pursing her lips instead.

“Yes, Daddy. I’ll be good, I promise.”

At that, Shinjurō decided to have mercy upon his precious little fucktoy. He didn’t even wait until the ofuro was halfway filled with water; he simply picked (Y/n) up by the waist and stepped into the wooden tub with her still wrapped around his cock.

Of course, he didn’t waste the chance to bounce her up and down on his length as they sat down. But when he was fully situated within the ofuro, he readjusted his lover until she was laying against his chest, with her legs hooked to his own.

The position left her so open and vulnerable, but she couldn’t deny the immense pleasure that coursed through her at the image she knew they must have made— with his cock buried inside her to the hilt, and her hands gently clawing at his thighs.

“You feel so fucking good around my cock; the perfect little cocksleeve. I want to fucking wreck you and fill you up with so much cum that you get pregnant.” Shinjurō’s filthy words in her ear sent another wave of heat pooling at the pit of her stomach, and his gentle thrusting motions didn’t help alleviate the feeling at all.

“Please, Daddy. I want you to fill me up with your thick, hot cum. I want to feel it deep inside me.”

Before she knew it, he had placed his hands on either side of her waist and had begun bouncing her up and down his cock— uncaring of the water that sloshed out of the ofuro and splashed onto the ground.

Shinjurō’s fingers dug deeply against her skin, hard enough to leave bruises, but not hard enough to actually hurt; and still, he kept going— rutting so avidly into his lover’s cunt that he was making a mess not only of the bathroom, but of her as well.

She threw her head back against his shoulder, while his mouth busied itself by latching onto her neck and leaving love bites and bruises in its wake.

He didn’t care if others saw them; in fact, he wanted everyone to know that she belonged to him and him alone. The thought of her being with someone else wasn’t only unbearable, but it was also unfathomable.

Because, as far as he was concerned, (Y/n) was his forever. His to fuck and love thoroughly for the rest of his existence.

She didn’t know how long they had been at it, but as Shinjurō’s thrusts got harder and harder, her cries of pleasure got even louder— until she felt her walls clamp down around his cock; as if it was trying to make it stay there forever.

“I’m so close, Daddy. Please let me cum. Please,” She pleaded desperately, as her nails dug into the former Hashira’s thighs. Her own thighs quivered with the onslaught of her oncoming release, yet she held herself back— because she didn’t want him to punish her by prolonging her orgasm even more.

“Cum, baby. Cum around Daddy’s hard cock, then.” She didn’t need to be told twice, as she unfurled the control that she had been desperately clinging to earlier.

With that, her orgasm ran through her entirety; making her legs twitch, especially when Shinjurō reached forward and played with her clit, while the other hand went up to pinch her right nipple— which further heightened her release.

Even as she was coming back down from her high, the former Hashira kept thrusting incessantly— not once getting sloppy even though he felt like his balls were going to explode.

One more thrust later, he buried his cock all the way inside his lover and held it there as his cum shot out of him in thick, warm ropes. He stayed as still as he could, while she tightened and loosened her walls to milk him further of his seed.

And when he was done filling her up, Shinjurō leaned his head forward and pressed a kiss to the corner of (Y/n)’s lips.

He didn’t move from where they were, keeping his cock inside her to prevent his cum from leaking out; as he couldn’t wait to see the day when she was all round and swollen with his child.

“Such a good little fucktoy.”

“Only for you, Daddy.”