#i can just feel the impending crash and it sucks

[becertainlust]

TAPE IT | Bakugo Katsuki

synopsis:The night before Bakugo Katsuki ships out on another high-risk overseas mission, he doesn’t waste time with promises—he makes a memory instead. One raw, unforgettable moment laced with lust, love, and the ache of impending absence.

With only hours left together, he takes his time, worshipping you with hands and mouth, making you hold the camera so he can take a piece of you with him.

content: smut.

He’s leaving tomorrow.

Another mission overseas. Long, high-risk, and buried under a pile of top-secret files. He didn’t tell you much—just enough for the silence between you to grow heavier, thicker. Just enough for the air to carry that sharp ache of goodbye.

It’ll be weeks before you feel the weight of him in your bed again. Weeks before you can breathe in the scent of smoke, cedarwood, and sweat clinging to his skin. Weeks before you hear the low rasp of his voice murmuring your name like a prayer as dawn starts to break.

So tonight, katsuki's making a memory. His way.

You should be tangled up in sheets, limbs entwined, whispering lazy nothings in the dark. But instead, he’s on his knees in front of you, kneeling between your thighs on the couch, like you’re something sacred. Like this is a ritual. And maybe it is.

He looks up at you like he’s memorizing the sight—like he doesn’t know when he’ll get to see you unravel like this again. His hands are firm on your thighs, thumbs tracing circles into your skin with reverent, almost desperate care.

“You’re gonna hold the camera, baby,” he says, voice thick and slow, like honey warmed over a flame. He presses your phone into your trembling palm, already recording, already flipped to show your own flushed, breathless face.

“I want it clear. I want it steady,” he adds, and there’s a tremor in his voice he’s trying to hide. One that tells you this means more than he’s saying.

You blink down at him, heart thudding in your chest. “Katsuki…”

He cuts you off with a soft smile—lazy, confident, but with eyes that shimmer like they’re drinking you in for the last time. “Don’t go all shy on me now,” he murmurs, brushing his nose against your thigh. “Not when I’m about to ruin you so fuckin’ sweet.”

Your breath catches, thighs twitching around him, and his smile stretches wider. That dangerous grin—the one that says he’s got you exactly where he wants you.

“There she goes,” he whispers.

And then he leans in.

His tongue slides over you, slow and unhurried, a soft tease that makes your entire body tense and melt all at once. He’s not rushing—no, never. He’s savoring. Worshipping. Learning the shape of your pleasure with every stroke of his mouth like he’s afraid he’ll forget it.

“Don’t drop it,” he murmurs against you, the vibration of his voice sending shocks down your spine. “You’re doin’ perfect, baby. Just like that. Let me see you come apart.”

You whimper, hips rolling softly, and the phone jolts slightly. His grip on your thighs tightens, grounding you, commanding you.

“Careful,” he breathes, licking up the slick mess he’s made like it’s his lifeline. “Told you I need this steady. I’m gonna be halfway across the world, starin’ at this screen every damn night. Gonna be strokin’ it slow, listenin’ to those pretty little moans of yours, imaginin’ it’s my mouth on you all over again.”

The confession makes your stomach warm, heat blooming in your face raw and intimate. A tether stretching across oceans.

“Eyes on the screen,” he whispers, lips brushing your most sensitive spot with every word. “Wanna see what I do to you. Wanna see how fuckin’ gorgeous you look when you fall apart for me.”

Your grip tightens around the phone, knuckles white, as your thighs tremble slightly. His mouth is relentless now—tongue circling, lips sucking, pressure building like a storm. Every flick, every breath, every hum of pleasure from his throat sends another wave crashing through you.

And he doesn’t stop. Doesn’t pause.

Not when your back arches off the couch. Not when your moans spill out like confessions. "Fuck Katsuki" Not when your body begged for mercy, curling in on itself you thigh closing in on him. But you should know better.

His hands hold you wide open, possessive and unyielding.

“God, you’re perfect,” he mutters against you, voice thick with emotion. “How the fuck am I supposed to leave this behind?”

You’re already falling, already lost—when his voice breaks the edge with a breathless, reverent sigh.

“There it is,” he whispers, smiling against your skin like he’s found heaven. “Feeling good baby?”

If anything, he gets hungrier.

His tongue drags through your slick with slow, deliberate reverence—like he’s carving the memory of your taste into the back of his throat. Like if he lingers long enough, if he swallows enough of you, it’ll carry him through the weeks of distance ahead.

And then—sharp.

You gasp, hips jolting when he sinks his teeth into the soft swell of your thigh. Not hard enough to hurt. Just enough to make your breath catch and your fingers tighten around the phone.

“Katsuki—!” you hand fly to hair, voice half-shock, half-plea, the sting blooming into something electric.

He chuckles low, tongue soothing over the mark he’s left before he does it again, a little higher this time. Another nip. Another burn of his teeth, followed by the warm balm of his mouth. He paints your skin with purple hues, teeth and tongue and lips all working in tandem like a man crafting a masterpiece.

“Gotta take a piece of you with me,” he mutters against your thigh, voice thick with longing. “Even if it’s just this—these marks. Proof I was here.”

You’re panting now, trembling with every brush of his tongue, the heat between your thighs unbearable.

And then—

Oh god. He zeroes in. Mouth sealing around your clit with devastating precision, tongue flicking with practiced pressure, and your vision blurs.

Your head falls back against the couch, mouth dropping open in a soundless moan—but he groans into you, low and commanding.

“Eyes on me.”

You drag your gaze down, barely coherent—but the moment your eyes lock with his, it’s like the world narrows to nothing but the fire between your legs and the storm in his stare.

His gaze doesn’t waver. Doesn’t falter. It holds you captive—hot and fierce and gone. There’s nothing soft in it now. Just hunger. Worship. Desperation.

He sucks—harder, deeper—tongue curling, lips tightening—and your thighs clamp around his head on instinct. He doesn’t fight it. Doesn’t even flinch.

His fingers dig into your hips like anchors, grounding you while his mouth pulls you under.

And he never breaks eye contact.

You’re unraveling right there in front of him—shaking, gasping, eyes wide and glossy, phone trembling in your grip. Your body bows like it’s offering itself to him, chasing the edge with no hope of slowing down.

“You feel that?” he rasps between strokes, mouth slick and voice dark with need. “How perfect you taste? How fuckin’ lucky I am?”

You whimper—wrecked.

“Fuck, baby. Gimme all of it,” he groans, lips wrapping tight around your clit as he sucks again, harder this time. “I want you dripping down my throat when I go.”

Your stomach coils, everything inside you knotting so tight it feels like your bones might snap—and still, his eyes are locked to yours, dragging you over the edge with nothing but sheer will.

You come undone with a cry—loud and broken—and his mouth doesn’t stop. He carries you through it, tongue easing you down, slow and sweet, while his hands stroke up and down your sides, grounding you as your whole body trembles.

Your phone is barely still in your hand, the screen catching everything—your ruined moans, your soaked thighs, and the way Katsuki Bakugo worships you like you’re something holy.

And through it all, he’s watching you. Just watching.

Like you’re the only thing in the world he never wants to forget.

Your breath is ragged, chest rising and falling like waves crashing against the shore, and your grip on the phone is barely there—shaking, slipping.

He notices.

Of course he does.

Wordlessly, Katsuki reaches up and takes it from your hand, his touch gentle, thumb brushing your knuckles before he sets it aside. Somewhere safe. Somewhere it’ll keep every second of what he just gave you.

Then his eyes return to yours—soft now, but burning still. Like he’s letting you see everything he never says.

Without a word, he leans up, muscles flexing as he shifts your body with ease, guiding you into his lap like you belong there. Because you do.

Straddling him, your legs wrapped around his hips, your skin still flushed and damp, you can feel just how much he’s been holding back—hard and aching beneath you, breath hitching the moment your heat presses against him.

But he doesn’t rush.

His hands settle on your waist, grounding you, worshipping you with the slow glide of his palms up your back. He leans in and kisses your shoulder—soft, barely there, like he’s afraid he’ll break the moment if he moves too fast.

Another kiss, higher now. Then one just under your jaw, lips lingering like he’s pressing pieces of himself into your skin to stay behind.

And then—

He slips inside.

Slow. Deep. Home.

Your breath catches in your throat, and your hands fly to his shoulders, nails digging in as he fills you, the stretch so perfect it’s almost overwhelming.

A soft moan spills from your lips—half his name, half a cry—and he groans low in your ear, head dropping to your neck as he holds you there, body trembling with restraint.

“Fuck,” he breathes, voice rough and raw. “I needed this. Needed you.”

You cling to him, burying your face in his hair, your lips against his temple. He moves slowly at first—hips rolling, grinding deeper than thrusting, like he’s savoring the way you mold around him. Like he’s memorizing every squeeze, every twitch, every desperate little sound you make.

Every inch of him is pressed to you—his chest against yours, his arms holding you like he never wants to let go.

“You feel that?” he whispers against your neck. “That’s me, baby. All of me. Gonna fuck you slow, so you remember me every time you close your eyes.”

You whimper his name, nails raking down his back, and he groans like it’s the only sound that matters in the world.

His lips find your shoulder again, kissing you through the burn, through the pleasure, through the ache of what’s coming tomorrow.

And with every breathless roll of his hips, every kiss, every whispered word—you know.

The moment he bottoms out, your body folds—curling into him, muscles seizing up around him with a whimper so soft it barely leaves your lips.

But he feels it.

Feels everything.

You’re clutching at his shoulders like they’re the only thing keeping you tethered to earth, face buried in his neck, mouth open and panting against his skin. He’s so deep you swear you can taste it, and the sigh he lets out against your throat sends a shiver straight through your spine.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, turning his head just enough to press his lips against the curve of your neck. He kisses you there, open-mouthed and reverent, then bites—gently—just to hear the noise you make.

You’re babbling in his ear now, too gone to form full thoughts, too full to think straight.

“So good—Katsuki, fuck, it’s s’good—don’t stop, don’t ever—feels so full, I—”

Your hips twitch without thinking, starting to grind in slow, desperate circles against him. The slide of your slick, the stretch, the obscene sound of it—it all makes his head spin.

But then his palm cracks against your ass, sharp and sudden.

You yelp—a high, breathy noise—and he smooths his hand over the sting, soothing the spot he struck before doing it again, this one heavier, more possessive.

“Easy,” he growls, lips ghosting your ear now, breath hot and ragged. “You tryin’ to make me lose already?”

You can’t answer. Not really. You just moan, hips still grinding, needy and uncoordinated, chasing more of him, chasing everything.

He slaps you again, a low groan tearing from his throat at the bounce of your ass against his lap.

“Fuck, listen to that,” he growls, his voice pure gravel and heat now. “Hear how wet you are? That’s my pussy, makin’ all that pretty noise for me.”

You whimper his name, nails dragging down his back, and he doesn’t wait this time—his hands gripping your hips, dragging you back and down as he starts to thrust.

Slow, deep, each one deliberate—like he’s staking a claim he already owns.

“You’re perfect,” he pants, watching your face twist as he hits that spot that makes your toes curl. “Feel so good wrapped around me, baby. So warm, so tight—fuck, I could die right here.”

Your whole body’s trembling now, your moans mixing with the slick slap of your bodies meeting, the room thick with sweat, breath, and the kind of love that’s too big to say out loud.

He buries his face in your neck again, voice lower now, a broken whisper:

“Gotta make it count. Gotta give you everything—leave you aching for me.”

And you are. Already. A mess in his lap, your walls fluttering around him, hips rolling to match his pace, your tears hot on your cheeks even though you're moaning through the haze.

He watches you fall apart on top of him, lips parted, tears clinging to your lashes, your body grinding like you’re chasing something you can’t name. And maybe you are. Maybe you both are.

Because something cracks in him.

Maybe it’s the way your slick clings to him, or the way your ass bounces against his thighs with every roll of your hips, so soft, so perfect. Maybe it’s the broken sound of his name tumbling from your mouth again and again like a prayer.

But suddenly he’s not holding back anymore.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, hips snapping up with a growl. “This ass—fuck. Feels too fuckin’ good. Can’t take it slow no more.”

And then he’s moving—fast, hard, dragging you down as he thrusts up into you with punishing precision, hitting so deep you cry out. The couch shifts beneath you both, the sound of skin slapping echoing through the room like a drumbeat.

He wraps his arms around you—a full-body bear hug—one hand splayed between your shoulder blades, the other cradling the back of your head like you’re something fragile even as he ruins you.

You’re gasping, voice caught in your throat as he drills into you, every thrust stealing the air from your lungs, and all you can do is take it.

“Katsuki—Katsuki, I—fuck, I can’t—”

Your voice is barely there, a soft, shaking whisper right in his ear as you cling to him, shivering in his arms like your body can’t take another second but also never wants to let go.

He holds you tighter, breath ragged, sweat slick between your bodies, and moans low in your ear, voice cracking with it.

“Yes you can, baby. You’re takin’ me so fuckin’ good. Just a little more. C’mon, just—fuck—just like that—”

Your hand flutters against his back, trying to grab at something, anything, even as your trembling fingers tap twice—soft, instinctive—against his spine.

Tap out.

And he knows.

His thrusts slow instantly, but his hold never loosens—just rocks you through the aftershocks as you melt in his lap, spent, clinging to him like you’ll drown if you let go.

He presses a kiss to your temple, then another to your cheek. One more to the spot just under your ear where your pulse still flutters fast and wild.

“Got you,” he whispers, his voice hoarse but warm. “I’ve got you, baby.”

You’re trembling in his arms, body spent and sensitive, but he’s still there—still inside you, still moving, his hips rolling deep, desperate for his own high.

“Fuck, baby,” he pants into your neck, voice frayed and trembling. “I’m close—I’m so fuckin’ close.”

Your walls flutter around him again—tight, soaked, aching—and he groans, deep in his chest, like the sound is being pulled from his soul.

“Can feel you,” he gasps. “Still fuckin’ squeezin’ me. Shit—you’re gonna make me—”

You shiver again, your body helpless in his hold, and then—then—your breath catches.

It hits like lightning.

Your climax crashes over you in sharp, rolling waves, your entire body curling tight against him with a cry that’s half his name, half a sob. Your nails dig into his shoulders, legs shaking, your slick gushing around him as your pussy clamps down—tight and rhythmic, like you’re trying to keep him.

“Katsuki—”

He loses it.

His arms lock around you, crushing you to his chest as he thrusts once, twice—then groans, low and broken and so damn full of you—and spills inside you with a shudder.

Thick warmth pulses deep, his whole body tensing as he rides it out, his face buried in your neck, gasping into your skin like you’re the only thing anchoring him to this world.

He doesn’t stop holding you.

Even as the tremors fade, even as his breath starts to slow, he keeps you close—his cock still nestled deep inside, your bodies flush and sticky and shaking, hearts beating hard against each other.

He kisses your neck, soft this time. Reverent.

[classica-meretrix]

"This Really Turns You On"

pairing: jason dean x fem!reader genre: smut content/warnings: kinda public sex (in a car), p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), jd mentioning that murder makes him horny (no one is surprised), use of darling and good girl summary: the car scene, but with a twist

JD tore off his shirt before helping me with mine, tossing it to the back seat. As soon as I was free of the fabric I jumped forward, crashing my lips against his.

I couldn’t see the cop, but I knew he had to have been close behind us. JD pushed me against the seat, forcing his tongue past my lips. He wrapped an arm around my waist, tightening his hold on me as he pulled away just enough to watch out the windows.

“Stay calm,” he whispered in my ear. I could hear the cop outside the car, his voice muffled. He must’ve been radioing someone. JD threaded his hands through my hair, tugging lightly as he returned to peppering feverish kisses along the edge of my mouth.

The cop’s voice got quieter, JD shooting another glance out the windshield.

When he turned back to me, he gave me a small smirk before kissing me again, this time with a kind of hunger he hadn't had before. He pulled me on top of him, holding my hips firmly to his. I pulled back to catch my breath as JD continued down my neck, nipping at my skin.

"God, this really turns you on," I panted, my hands tangled in his hair as he sucked my neck. He bucked his hips in reply, forcing his hard-on to grind against me. "Fuck," I moaned.

He brought one hand up to trace the edge of my bra, placing wet kisses across my chest.

"Get in the back seat." His voice was rough and low, coming out almost pleadingly.

I shuffled off of him, climbing over the seat. He followed quickly, awkwardly falling over the center console. I laughed at his clumsiness, causing a bashful smile to come across his face. I pulled him up to meet my lips, dragging him on top of me.

"We're you this turned on after Heather?" I questioned breathlessly, tugging on his hair to kiss his jawline.

"Yeah," he muttered, rolling his hips against me. I brought my free hand down to tug his jeans open. "Didn't have an excuse to rip your shirt off and make out with you though."

"You don't need one."

He moaned at my comment, helping me push down his jeans. I frantically tugged at his boxers, rushing to get them off. I whined as soon as his cock was free, his pink tip leaking precum.

"Hurry," I moaned, desperate to feel him inside of me.

JD gave me a swift kiss before snaking his hand up my skirt, pushing my panties aside. He lined himself up, dropping his head to my shoulder as he pushed into me. We both moaned at the feeling, my walls stretching around him. Once he bottomed out he took a sharp breath, kissing my collarbone.

"S' tight," he choked out.

I wrapped my legs around him as he began to move, sliding back before roughly pushing into me again.

"Fuck, JD." I clenched around him, attempting to push him farther into me. My walls struggled to take him all, but I needed as much of him as possible. "So big," I whined.

"Good girl," he moaned. "You can take it."

JD bucked into me as I tugged his hair. He brought his lips back to mine, muffling my moans. His tongue delicately pushed against mine, the action much softer than his thrusts.

He trailed kisses down to my chest again, reaching under me to unclasp my bra. As soon as the fabric was discarded, he let out a loud whine, pushing his face into my tits. His thrusts became harder and more erratic.

"JD," I cried, my walls fluttering helplessly around him.

"Fuck, darling." He brought a hand to my clit, rubbing fast circles. My back arched against his chest as I let out a surprised squeak.

"F—faster!" I begged, rocking my hips to meet his thrusts. He picked up his pace, fucking me into the seat. I could feel my stomach tightening, warning me of my impending orgasm. He bucked into me, his rhythm wild.

He hit my g spot, pounding into me relentlessly as he sent me over the edge. I arched further into him, screaming his name as I came around his cock.

He was right behind me, shooting hot cum into me as he fucked us through both our orgasms.

He collapsed on top of me, nestling his head into my neck. I loosened my grip on his hair, running my hand down the back of his neck.

"Fuck," I panted.

"You can say that again," he muttered.

[e-therealife]

Either way, We're not Alone

warnings: a bit of touching, so slightly nsfw, mention of guns (not actually any guns), mention of slut-shaming to nat word count: 1,957 pairing: natalie scatorccio x reader [romantic] description: before nationals, you take a moment to hold onto what you have with your girlfriend. tags: fluff, bittersweet, coming of age, pre-crash, foreshadowing the crash and wilderness

Hidden behind some trees that border the trailer park, you and Nat are lying on a blanket, trying to see stars through the light pollution. Nat's lips are messily dyed purple, a mixture made from a red, white, and blue popsicle bought from the ice cream truck she tracked down.

After a final suck to clean the stick off, she holds it out and reads the joke printed on it. "What can you steal and not get in trouble?"

You furrow your brows in thought. "Um… I don't know. What?"

Nat grins. "Second base."

"What? Can't you steal the other bases, too?"

She laughs, placing the stick into the takeout bag filled with wrappers of food you'd gotten earlier. “I don't think this is just about baseball.”

You roll your eyes, but still smile. "These are for kids, though."

"We bought 'em."

"Yeah. We did." Your tone falls, Nat's words making everything feel more real. You weren't kids anymore. You never would be again.

Nat's playful grin falls, her expression becoming understanding. Mournful.

She presses a kiss to the top of your head, then slips her hand into yours, interlacing your fingers. Nat gives your hand a squeeze, which you return. She relaxes her hand slightly after a moment, but still keeps a firm grip. It's comforting, the way she's so focused on you.

You look back up to the sky and squint at the darkness. There's some distant conversation you can hear, which you assume is being held around the bonfire you're smelling, and the warm air is filled with the chirps and hums of bugs around you.

"There." You outstretch your arm, index finger pointing to a small, flickering white light.

Nat squints at the glimmer, catching it slightly moving. "Plane," she corrects.

You drop your arm and click your tongue in disappointment. "We'd have an easier time seeing lights from New York than stars here."

Nat sighs. "Yeah, we would." She sounds upset. Nat wasn't necessarily one for nature. She was certainly caring toward it—you've seen her stumble drunkenly to help some baby birds whose nest had fallen, and she'd stop to pick up litter. But she wasn't the type to go for a hike or eat organically. Late nights of cigarettes and gas station snacks were much more her thing.

What wasn't her thing was the incoming unknown for you both. Despite the way she constantly cursed how shitty Wiskayok was, on the verge of everything changing, she'd developed some weird appreciation and begun to wish for more of the same. Nat had never really gotten to be a kid, but now, she's feeling like she's about to lose her chance. So, tonight, she's trying to enjoy this moment, looking up at a sky that never really seemed to watch over her and attempting to appreciate it.

Next week, you'll play your last game before Nationals. Soon after, you'll both graduate. Maybe you should be excited, but it just feels bittersweet. You can't help but think there's some impending doom awaiting you, and the upcoming weeks are a last hurrah.

The burden of more responsibilities and leaving this period of your life behind was weighing on you before it even became a reality. Bills, work... less time for this.

You know Nat feels the same. She's spent her life thinking she would never make it this far. Despite all she's gotten through, it's hard for her to believe she'll be able to handle what's coming, whatever that may be.

After a moment, Nat continues, "We should go somewhere with a better view sometime."

A trip would mean more moments like this, where you both can forget about meaningless responsibilities and just focus on one another, on actually living.

You turn your head to her to agree, but before you can, a loud sound cracking through the air interrupts you. You jump in surprise, ending up pressed against Nat's arm.

She smiles fondly, releasing your hand to pull you into her. Nat wraps her arms around you, then rubs a hand up and down your back soothingly. "It's okay. Just a firework," she tells you. Nat never liked to see you scared or hurt, but she did like knowing you were comfortable showing some vulnerability to her. She liked feeling like this—needed, or at least wanted.

You knew it wasn't a gun—you heard people fucking around with both guns and fireworks by Nat's trailer enough to know the difference easily. Didn't mean you weren't surprised by the sound. Didn't mean you were making any move to leave Nat's side, either.

Given Nat wasn't pulling you up to get away, like last Summer when someone had almost started a wildfire from a firework here, you trusted you were far enough away to relax.

You look back up to the sky, seeing the remnants of some bright red and orange fireworks. They look like flickers of flame. Then, you hear a fizzing sound, those champagne-colored fireworks that spin in the sky bursting and raining down.

"I wish things could stay like this forever," Nat murmurs. It's so quiet and low in her chest you barely hear it. Her words seem ironic, especially in this moment. You're lying on the bumpy ground, lathered in bug spray and sunblock you forced Nat to put on earlier. The bug spray made you both smell of bitter chemicals while the sunblock still felt a bit oily on your skin. A few hours ago, you both had to swat flies away from your food, and someone had yelled "slut" out their car to Nat when you were walking back to the trailer park.

Things were far from what Nat would usually consider perfect, both in this moment and in Wiskayok, and Nat seemed like the type of person who'd love nothing more than to get the hell out of here.

But she doesn't need anything else. Whatever she has to deal with is worth it, because she could never get bored of moments like this, with you. You felt the same way about her.

So, you agree. "Me too."

"We'll stay together," Nat says. You can tell her words are meant to be confident and sure, but you hear the weakness in her voice, that part of her that's afraid of being abandoned. "Then, it'll be the same. We can always feel like this."

Being around Nat always made life feel like each moment held you in some snow globe or film reel. Somehow, with her around, it was as if things were more just. Like you were truly important. Maybe the world didn't actually treat you better in those moments, but being around Nat made life feel much more worth living.

You still couldn't help but worry in the back of your mind, would things feel the same in a few months, years, decades?

With Nat, it had to.

So, you respond, "We will. Always."

Nat turns her head to press a kiss to your forehead. How could any moment around her—having her—ever not be perfect?

She lets her lips linger for a moment, then just leans her head onto yours. Something about this makes you want to cry, and you think Nat's feeling the same way.

After a while, she pulls you closer, your face now lightly resting on her neck. You lay your arm over her stomach and press yourself into her side. Although you're the one being held, it feels a lot more like she's seeking out comfort from you.

You can still hear fireworks going off, and now, someone's dog is barking. But the sounds seem to be drowned out by her body against yours.

"You cold?" she asks.

She did this a lot, asked how you were. 'You hungry?' 'Tired?' Sometimes, it was, 'You mad at me?' You knew she wasn't asking these things just to win you over. Nat wasn't like that. She cared.

"'M fine." It was true. It was a warm night out, and you could handle the occasional breeze.

Still, Nat gently lifts you off her and slips off her zip-up. Then, she pulls you close again and wraps you in it.

"I don't want you to be cold," you protest.

"You're warming me up just fine. Actually, I might be warmer if you got a little closer…"

You laugh. It wasn't possible for you to be much closer unless you laid on top of her. Still, you tangle your legs with hers.

You hear Nat sigh quietly in satisfaction, and you lift your head to peek at her. The corners of her lips are slightly upturned, twitching as she holds back a smile. She knows you're watching her, catching your gaze with blushing cheeks and a laugh. "Stop staring," she tells you, voice a little higher from being flustered.

"Why? You nervous?"

"Shut up."

Relenting, you cuddle back into her. You lay like that for a while, appreciating every area of contact between you two, before telling her, “I love you.” You only had said it to each other a few times before, usually when things were shitty. Now, it's like you're preparing for things to go wrong. It's not a goodbye or an end, though. Somehow, you know Nat is sticking with you. Despite how hard life made it to believe, you felt like you were bound to her. 

You make sure your words come out clear and strong so she knows exactly what you said. So she knows you're sticking with her, too.

"I love you," she replies. She squeezes you a bit, then adds, "More than anything, y'know." It's somewhat of a question, her making sure she was doing "enough" again.

“I know. I feel the same way about you.” You press a light kiss to her neck, and you notice the way she shivers slightly from the contact.

Then, Nat's shifting, moving out from under you gently before leaning over you. Right after she's close enough, she quickly looks over your face, licking her lips before kissing you. It's hurried, but not rough, fully loving in her neediness. You can slightly taste the sugary popsicle she'd eaten earlier.

She runs her hands up your stomach, then to your chest, mapping out your body. Her touch feels familiar; Nat always paid attention to your reactions, figuring out exactly what you liked. Clearly, with how easy this is, the way you both seem to melt into one another, it's paid off.

Tonight, Nat's both trying to memorize you and assure herself that she has you. She doesn't have to do this. She's touched you like this many times before, and you've never done anything to make it seem like you'd leave. But she's still anxious about what's to come. It's not necessarily about how you might change—she'd always love you—but how she might. Would you still love her?

You hold her by her hips for a moment before moving your hands to the back of her body. Nat's wearing some loose shorts, so you're able to push up the ends of them and run your hands over her ass.

She smiles, pulling away. You see the way the dye on her lips has smeared further, and it's a bit less pigmented. You're guessing there's a little on your lips now, too.

"You trying to steal third base?" she teases.

You roll your eyes, laughing. "I mean, I want to. You want me to?"

She moves her lips to your neck, sucking on the skin. You tilt your head to give her more room, and she runs her tongue along your neck before peppering a few soft kisses, her lips wet. She pulls back to say, “Keep going. I want you to."

author's note: hi guys! hope you like this. it took me forever to edit for some reason. also, joke inspired by a real popsicle stick. thanks for reading!

[inotaku-talkz]

hi i really hope ur not annoyed by my requests and ur not overworking🩷

may we get anti tulpar daisuke eating out reader kinda roughly (or js roughly) to take a break from his job cuz damn he’s stressed!!! also possibly overstimulation if u want🩷

one question though, why doesn’t anti tulpar dai like to overstimulate reader?

okay bye!!!

-that one anti tulpar daisuke loving anon

a/n: I just personally feel like he wouldn’t bc he would feel like he’s abusing your body for his pleasure😔 And NO I AM NEVER ANNOYED BY UUUUU!!!

Daisuke and Overstimulation don’t mix!

NSFW Anti Tulpar! Daisuke!

banners by @cafekitsune

Daisuke hates overstimulating you. 

To him, overstimulating you means abusing you and your body for his own pleasure.

How did he discover that he hates overstimulation? This is how.

Daisuke was stressed one day. Curly was all over his ass about documents, Jimmy decided to clean up his office and ruin said documents. His hands pulled at his faded, dyed hair.

He felt your soft hands rub his shoulders. Tension knots disappear as your love works through his body. 

“Dai? Maybe you should take a break for the rest of the day.” You turn him around and take his hands into yours. 

“A break sounds amazing right now.” He lets you guide him to your shared room. Daisuke hugs you tightly as you both step foot into the room. He borrows his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in that new perfume he got for you.

Strawberries and peaches.

He groans, lowering his lips to suck on your neck. You gasp, hands trembling to grab at his shoulders.

“Baby, let me have you tonight, please.” His voice breaks with a slight whimper. 

How can you deny him? You find yourself lying on your back, legs on either side of his shoulders.

Your panties hang off your left ankle, and you moan loudly as his tongue flicks rapidly against your clit. His thumb pulls back the hood to properly target your weak spot. 

Daisuke’s unoccupied hand circles your entrance. Without a warning, three fingers enter you. You cried out, he’s being rough.

Sex with Daisuke usually has its rough elements, but this is too much. Your impending orgasm is a sign.

When you cum, you failed to notify him that you were cumming. But he doesn’t seem to notice it, he keeps sucking and nipping at your pussy. 

“Daisuke! ‘S too much—!” Your legs tap his back to give you a break. His hands fly to your knees, keeping your legs grounded.

He needs this. God, he feels so good when eating you out.

His cock twitch just from your taste. Your second orgasm crashing down on you hard. Your hands slam down on the sheets.

It hurts now.

“Dai—! Please!” You beg him to give you a break, but he’s so locked in on your gushy, wet pussy. 

“Fuckfuckfuck—!” You curse as he harshly tongues your entrance. His left hand flicked your pearl.

Your third and most painful orgasm sent shockwaves to every nerve in your body. Hands flew to push away his head.

That seemed to finally get his attention. Daisuke’s chestnut-colored eyes rake over your trembling body, the way your legs closed so tightly together, the way you curled into yourself.

He went overboard and you paid the price. He runs his fingers through your sweat-drenched hair.

“I’m sorry, my love.” Daisuke’s heart snapped at every pained whimper you released.

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise. I didn’t mean to overwork you, dear.”

From that point on, Daisuke and overstimulation do not mix well!

[tpwk-formula1]

Hi!! I LOVE the pizzeria! I would love to place an order for a pizza! I’d like a thin crust pizza with Red sauce, pepperonis, jalenpeno, bacon and banana peppers with a water and sprite to drink served by Lando Norris!

Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu

thin crust brothers best friend red sauce rough sex pepperoni "be a good girl and you'll get what you want" jalapenos "always such a fucking brat" bacon "what would your brother think if he caught us" banana peppers "look so pretty riding my cock" water breeding kink sprite size kink dessert no served by Lando Norris

Lando Norris x Verstappen reader

TW rough sex, some degrading words, cock riding, creampie

WC 1200+

Y/N POV

"Always such a fucking brat," Lando mumbles against my ear. I mean he was right I was being a brat but it was all intentional.

I had been wanting Lando to fuck me, like really fuck me. So I've spent the whole weekend doing little things to piss him off.

Started by telling him I would spend my Friday and Saturday in the Red Bull garage to support my brother but then right before the boys needed to get into their car Lando happened to find me in the Ferrari garage. Which I was only there talking to Alex and Rebecca but in that moment he happened to catch me talking to Carlos, and while it was about Lando, Lando didn't need to know that.

Somehow that still didn't work. I could see the hurt flash in his eyes but he just kind of shrugged his shoulders and accepted my answer when I told him.

Then Saturday night we decided to have dinner with my brother and a few of the other drivers. During the whole dinner I pretty much gave all of my attention to Oscar and Lily making Lando groan and grip my thigh roughly making me think I was finally gonna get what I wanted but then when we got back to the hotel that night he told me he was tired and just gonna get a good night's sleep before the race.

I had one last chance to get fucked the way I needed to before we would be parting ways for a week.

It's Sunday which means race day. I always spend my time with Lando on Sunday. Some weekends Id go to Red Bull and others I would stay at Mclaren but no matter where I spent the weekend I was always in the Mclaren garage during the race.

But today, I decided to inform Lando that I was planning on watching from the Redbull garage since my brother had been struggling with the car and I wanted to be there to support him.

That was Lando's final straw.

After telling him I was gonna leave the Mclaren garage is when he called me a brat finally realizing what I had been doing all weekend.

"Did you think I didn't notice?" Lando questions while he ushers us into his driver's room where he quickly locked the door and pushed me against the wall.

"The way you lied about which garage you would be in, to giving Oscar and Lily heart eyes all last night practically begging to go back into their room and be their slut for them to use, to now trying to piss me off by saying you would be in a different garage during the race when it has always been the deal that Sunday's is a Mclaren day," Lando says with venom in his voice before he crashes his lips onto mine making me whimper into his mouth.

"Is this what you wanted?" Lando snapped making me nod my head sheepishly. Lando just scoffs before he makes quick work of stripping both of us down before he's on his knees pulling my clit into his mouth and giving it a long suck.

"Fuck," I groan when the pleasure starts coursing through my body.

"I needed this," I whimper out making Lando smirk against my pussy.

Lando keeps quick work with his tongue while bringing his fingers to my pussy before shoving them into my pussy and making me gasp at the quick intrusion.

"Fuck," I moan softly when Lando starts hitting my G-spot bringing me to an orgasm far quicker than I wanted.

When Lando can feel my pussy clenching and twitching around his fingers in a silent warning of my impending orgasm he pulls his fingers out and stops playing with my clit making me whine and whimper at the loss of pleasure.

"Be a good girl and you'll get what you want," Lando says while laughing slightly at my desperation. I only whine a bit louder before Lando roughly grips into my hair and starts pulling me towards the couch before he plops down and pulls his shorts down leaving him in just a shirt.

"Since you wanted to be a brat, you get to do the work," Lando says sharply making me climb into his lap and sink down on his cock making both of us gas.

I'm sinking down too slowly for Lando's liking because he grips onto my hips and pulls me down completely making me gasp again at the sharp intrusion.

I don't get much time to adjust because Lando starts bouncing me up and down his cock like I was his own personal toy, making me grip his shoulders to keep my balance while throwing my head back in a loud moan.

"Look so pretty riding my cock," Lando mumbles making me moan.

"So good," I whimper while speeding up my actions trying to chase the orgasm Lando had denied me earlier.

"Fuck, how are you still this fucking tight," Lando groans throwing his head back and showing off his neck I have always loved. I bend down and place a soft kiss on it before sinking my teeth and leaving a faint hickey.

"No way you just marked me up right before I'm gonna be on live TV for 3 hours," Lando says roughly while taking control over again and bouncing me on his cock in such a quick and rough succession my mind gets lost and I can no longer think about anything but the way his cock is invading me.

"What would your brother think if he caught us? You bouncing on my cock with your head thrown back begging and whiney like a proper whore for me to use," Lando says roughly while fucking into my pussy and bringing one of his hands down to slap my clit making me whimper at the slight burn.

"You fucking loved that, I felt the way your pussy clenched for more," Lando says while landing another slap on my clit making me whimper.

"Close," I mumble. Lando just grabs my hips and lifts me up slightly so he can start thrusting into my pussy far faster than when he was using me like a toy.

"Fuck!" I scream while I start cumming all over Lando's cock making him groan.

"I'm gonna fill this pussy up, get you nice and full with my cum so one day I can watch you swell with my babies," Lando groans out before sending one last thrust deep into my pussy before he starts painting the walls of my soaked pussy with his cum making me moan at the feeling.

KNOCK KNOCK

We hear on the door making us scramble to find our clothes. When Lando is just in his boxers and the undershirt for his fireproofs he opens the door he makes sure to shield the door with his body not wanting anyone in the garage to see the scene behind him.

"We need you in the car in 5 minutes," I hear his engineer tell Lando making me dress even quicker. Lando just tells him he will be ready before closing the door.

"You're staying in Mclaren," Lando says leaving absolutely no room for argument.

[heejake-hoon]

Desperate and needy JakeWon x reader(+18) Warning: a lot of teasing,slight slight bondage (if u squint), dom!reader,oral(m), cum eating(f)

JUNGWON:

"Please, Y/N," Jungwon whimpers, straining against the silken ties binding his wrists to the headboard. "Please, I need- I need you to-"

"Shh, baby," you soothe, trailing a teasing finger down his chest, his stomach, skimming maddeningly close to where he's aching for you. "I'll touch you when I'm good and ready. You just lie there and look pretty for me, okay?"

Jungwon makes a frustrated noise, hips canting up in search of friction. You smile wickedly, keeping your touch light and fleeting, tracing idle patterns on his overheated skin.

"Y/N," he tries again, voice breaking on a desperate keen. "Please, I can't- I need more, need you, fuck-"

"Oh, I know exactly what you need," you purr, finally wrapping your fingers around his straining cock and giving it a slow, teasing stroke. Jungwon bucks into your touch with a choked moan, head tipping back against the pillows. "Need me to take care of this pretty cock, don't you baby? Need me to make you feel good?"

"Yes," Jungwon sobs, trembling as you start to pump him faster, thumbing over his weeping slit on every upstroke. "Yes, fuck- just like that, please don't stop-"

You hum, leaning down to swirl your tongue around his tip before sucking him into your mouth without warning. Jungwon cries out sharply, back arching off the bed as his cock hits the back of your throat.

"Shit, Y/N, omg, your mouth," he babbles, abs flexing as he fights the urge to fuck up into the tight, wet heat of you. "Feels so fucking good, baby. Love how you- ah, fuck, right there-"

You pull off with a filthy pop, grinning up at him wickedly. "You gonna come for me, Jungwonie?" you ask sweetly, squeezing the base of his cock to stave off his impending orgasm. "Gonna make a mess all over yourself like a good boy?"

Jungwon whines high in his throat, tears of frustration pricking at the corners of his eyes. "Please," he begs, hips jerking in aborted little thrusts as he chases his release. "Please, I need it, I'll be so good for you, Y/N. I'll do anything, just let me come, please-"

"Anything, huh?" you muse, stroking him slowly from root to tip. "Well, in that case...  beg for it, baby. Want to hear how desperate you are, how badly you need to come for me. Go on, Jungwon. Be a good boy and beg."

Jungwon doesn't hesitate, too far gone to care about his pride. "Please, Y/N," he whimpers, straining against his bonds, eyes glassy and drool coming out of his mouth "Please let me come, I need it so bad. Been hard for you all day, been thinking about your pretty mouth, your perfect cunt. Fuck, I just- I need you, need to feel you, please-"

"Shh, I've got you," you soothe satisfied, silencing him with your fingers as he starts to suck on them for you. You reach down to cup his balls, rolling them gently in your palm as you take him back into your mouth. You bob your head quickly, cheeks hollowing as you suck hard, tongue fluttering along the underside of his shaft.

Jungwon keens, a constant stream of garbled pleas and praises falling from his lips coming muffled as you work him over, pulling away the fingers that were on his mouth to tease his nipples instead, making him truly lose it. "Fuck, 'm so close," he slurs, hips stuttering uncontrollably. "Y/N, 'm gonna- fuckkkk, gonna fucking come-"

You double your efforts, taking him as deep as you can and swallowing around him rhythmically. Jungwon sobs brokenly, back bowing as his orgasm crashes over him, spilling hot and hard down your throat.

You swallow it all greedily, milking him through the aftershocks until he's shaking beneath you. Carefully, you release him, giving his softening cock a few gentle licks while keeping eye contact before crawling up his body and licking into his mouth.

Jungwon whimpers into your mouth, tasting himself on your tongue as you lick past his teeth possessively. "Fuck, baby," he pants when you pull back, gazing up at you with glassy, awestruck eyes. "That was... perfect."

You grin, reaching up to undo his restraints and rubbing his reddened wrists soothingly. "Mm, I know. But you were such a good boy for me, Jungwonie. Begged so pretty and took everything I gave you..."

He shivers at the praise, leaning into your touch like a flower seeking the sun. "Anything for you," Jungwon murmurs, turning his head to press a kiss to your palm. "Want to be good for you, always."

JAKE:

You push Jake down onto the bed, straddling his hips and pinning his wrists above his head. He stares up at you with dark, hungry eyes, lips parted on a soft exhale as you grind down against his already hardening length.

"Keep these here," you murmur, squeezing his wrists for emphasis. "Don't move them, okay? Or I'll stop."

Jake swallows hard, nodding jerkily. "Yes, ma'am," he rasps, fingers flexing against the sheets.

You grin, leaning down to nip at his jaw. "Good boy," you praise, relishing the way his breath hitches at the words. "Just lie back and let me take care of you, Jakey. Gonna make you feel so good..."

Slowly, teasingly, you start to kiss your way down his body, tongue tracing over the defined ridges of his abs. Jake trembles beneath you, muscles jumping under his skin as you map out every dip and plane with your tongue.

When you reach his waistband, you pause, glancing up at him through your lashes. Jake is watching you with rapt attention, chest heaving and cheeks flushed a pretty pink, and you can see how hard he is trying to contain himself and that made you smile in satisfaction.

Holding his gaze, you slowly undo his fly, tugging his jeans and boxers down just enough to free his aching cock. It springs up against his stomach, flushed and leaking at the tip, and your mouth waters at the sight.

"Fuck, look at you," you breathe, wrapping a hand around his thick length and giving it a slow, teasing stroke. "So hard for me already, baby. So desperate for my touch..."

"Y/N," Jake whines, hips bucking up into your fist. "Please, f-fuckkkk pleas-"

"Shh, baby. Patience" you soothe, thumb swiping through the bead of precum at his slit and making him gasp. "Gonna give it to you, Jakey. Gonna make you feel so fucking good, you won't even know your own name by the time I'm done with you"

And with that, you lean down and take him into your mouth, enveloping him in tight, wet heat. Jake makes an erotic and pornographic sound, halfway between a moan and a whimper, hands scrabbling at the sheets as he fights the urge to bury his fingers in your hair and thrust up into your willing throat.

You bob your head slowly, taking him deeper with every pass until your nose is brushing his pelvis, his cockhead nudging the back of your throat. Jake is panting now, abs flexing as he tries to keep still, tries to be good for you.

"Fuckkkk, Y/N, your mouth," he babbles, voice wrecked. "Feels so fucking good, baby. Please Omg-"

You hum around him, the vibrations making his hips stutter. Pulling off, you swirl your tongue around his sensitive crown before dipping into his slit, lapping up the steady stream of precum leaking from his tip.

"Taste so good, Jakey," you murmur, lips brushing his slick flesh with every word. "Love how desperate you get for me, love feeling you throb on my tongue. You gonna come for me, baby? Gonna let me swallow it all down like a good boy?"

"Yes," Jake sobs, head thrashing against the pillow as you take him back into your mouth and suck hard. "Fuck, Y/N, 'm so close, I can't- shit, gonna come, gonna fucking come down your throat-"

You pick up your pace, taking him as deep as you can and hollowing your cheeks, working your tongue along his shaft as you bob your head faster. Jake's thighs start to tremble, telltale sign that he's right on the edge, and you reach down to cup his balls, rolling them gently in your palm before squeezing.

That's all it takes. With a desperate, broken moan of your name, Jake comes, spilling over your tongue. You swallow it all greedly, milking him through it until he was wrecked under you.

You crawl up his body after releasing him, peppering his sweaty face with soft kisses until you reach his mouth, capturing his lips in a deep, filthy kiss.

Jake groans at the taste of himself on your tongue, hands finally leaving the sheets to grip your hips, pulling you down against where he's already starting to stir again. "Fuck, baby," he pants when you break apart for air. "You're..... incredible. I think you broke me."

You giggle, nipping playfully at his bottom lip. "Mm, well, I did promise to make you forget your own name, didn't I? Guess I succeeded."

[thirteenheavens]

Hi! Congrats on the 1K, your writing is amazing!

I was wondering if you could do a public sex scenario with Seungkwan, I'm CONVINCED that man has an exhibitionist kink.

Delicious || Boo Seungkwan x Reader

Notes: hmmm I’m semi convinced he is I never thought about it until you mentioned hehe

Seungkwan sits beside you at the dinner table, his hand resting on your thigh beneath the tablecloth. At first, it's just a gentle touch, but then his fingers start tracing patterns along your inner thigh. His friends are engrossed in conversation, completely oblivious to what's happening under the table. As Seungkwan's fingers move higher, you struggle to maintain your composure.

He's being surprisingly bold, casually chatting with his friends while his hand slowly creeps closer to your core. His touch is feather-light, teasing and maddening. You shift slightly in your seat, trying to create more space between you and Seungkwan. But he only presses closer, his fingers now stroking along the fabric of your panties.

He keeps his expression neutral, joining in on the conversation as if nothing is happening beneath the table. Seungkwan's fingers finally find their way under your panties, sliding through your wetness with practiced ease.

He lets out a small gasp of surprise at how wet you are, and his movements become more deliberate. He starts teasing your clit with light, circular motions while maintaining his conversation with his friends. Your breath hitches as Seungkwan slips a finger inside you, curling it upwards to hit your sensitive spot.

He bites his lip to suppress his own reaction to the way your walls are clenching around his finger. He adds another finger, thrusting them in and out slowly but deeply. One of Seungkwan's friends turns to you with a friendly smile, completely unaware of what's happening beneath the table.

"Y-N, how's the food?" he asks cheerfully, as Seungkwan continues his rhythmic finger-fucking. You struggle to form a coherent response, Seungkwan's fingers working magic on your clit while he keeps up the conversation.

"It's... good," you manage to say, trying to keep your voice steady despite the pleasure coursing through your body. Seungkwan increases the pace of his fingers slightly, smirking when he feels you tense up. He maintains his casual demeanor, adding a third finger while his friend chatters on about something unrelated.

Seungkwan leans closer to you, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, "You're doing so well, baby. Keeping quiet for me." He curls his fingers harder, pressing firmly against your g-spot while maintaining the conversation with his friends. Your thighs tremble beneath the table as you fight to stay composed.

Seungkwan can feel your body tensing up, recognizing the signs of your impending orgasm. He increases the pace of his fingers even more, his palm grinding against your clit with every thrust. His thumb joins in, rubbing tight circles over your sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Just a little longer, baby," he murmurs under his breath, as you grip the edge of the table with white knuckles. The conversation continues around you, completely oblivious to the silent storm brewing beneath the table. Seungkwan's fingers move faster and harder, bringing you right to the edge of release. He leans in to press a quick kiss to your temple, disguising it as a friendly gesture.

Your body trembles uncontrollably now, your orgasm approaching rapidly. "Cum for me," Seungkwan whispers, his fingers working you through it as you try to remain composed. Your body spasms around Seungkwan's fingers as you cum, waves of pleasure crashing over you.

He holds his hand steady, prolonging your orgasm as much as possible while maintaining his casual facade. The conversation at the table continues, though several of his friends notice your flushed cheeks and the way you grip the table. Seungkwan removes his fingers from beneath the table and brings them to his mouth, sucking them clean while maintaining eye contact with you.

"Delicious," he repeats, a sly smile playing on his lips as he casually picks up his wine glass.

[zevrra]

I loved those headcanons about Joel, and I was wondering if you could write some more about him... maybe more headcanons or a drabble about Joel eating out his girl? 👀

tags: 18(+), mdni, very nsfw, suggestive content, fem!reader, m/f oral sex, mention of fingering, mention of overstimulation, mention of edging, age gap, anon request, short & sweet

creator notes: sorry this took awhile to answer anon!! i hope you enjoy though! i def had fun writing this little thing for joel……maybe a part 2 will be in the works soon…>:3

A strong hand presses against your hip, pinning you right down to the mattress of the bed you currently lay back on. While his other hand grips your thigh to keep your legs from closing shut tight around Joel’s head. It was his hands that kept you from wiggling away too much. Nestled between your thighs, Joel’s tongue licks a trail across your pussy as his eyes stare directly up at you. Those damned brown eyes could speak a thousand words even with his mouth currently full.

You don’t know how long it’s been, how long since he sank between your thighs to eat you out like a starving man. Time didn’t exist when he lapped at your pussy the way he did. The only thing you were sure of was the scratch of his beard with every shift of his jaw and how good he was making you feel.

“Darlin’,” Joel groans against your lower half. You can barely see in the dim light when he flicks his pretty brown eyes up at you. Wants to make sure you know he’s watching you every second he pleases you. “Quit your squirming.” He adds. You can feel him smirk against your skin, squeezing your thigh as a small warning. As if you could stop your body from twitching while his tongue pressed right up against your clit.

You can’t help the moan that tumbles from your lips as his tongue dances across your soaking wet core. Your fingers grip at the sheets beneath you, pulling the fabric as tight as you can to keep yourself tethered to this world. Fearing you might fall head first into oblivion with the pleasure coursing through your veins. Your chest is tight with your second, or maybe this was your third, impending climax.

“Don’t talk with your—fuck—mouth full!” You manage to say. Teasing him the best you could under the circumstances.

Joel laughs at your snarky comment, gathering spit up with his tongue and pressing it directly in between your lips. Using his spit to slip his tongue inside of you in one swift motion. Quickly, while you pathetically moan, Joel replaces his tongue with a single finger. Pushes his finger swiftly inside your pussy up to his second knuckle. Slowly he begins to thrust his finger inside of you. Draws it out and slips it back in at a steady pace, while his tongue returns to press and suck on your clit.

The sensation is tormenting. The slow draw of his thick finger prodding inside of you with the fast flick of his tongue left you panting and breathless. The feeling overstimulates you in the best way. The ache for more all the while being too much; it all builds a sweet storm inside your lower half. And at this point, you’re far too sensitive to last.

His pace never falters as he lures you closer and closer to your end. Your third, or fourth, orgasm is hurriedly coming in like a crashing wave. Your body tenses up tight as spring, causing you to throw your head back with a broken moan. Pleasure turns your blood into liquid lava as you seek for your orgasm. “Joel, god, Joel I’m—“ You cry his name as the spring inside of you winds up tighter, and tighter, and tighter; threatening to snap with your orgasm.

Instead at the last second, just before you can fully enjoy your pleasure seeking climax, Joel stripes you of it. Removing his mouth and his fingers away from your aching pussy with a devilish smirk.

You whimper at the loss of your orgasm as your body trembles from your denied high. You turn your head to the side with a sharp, desperate whine escaping your lips. With ease, Joel kisses at your inner thigh. His grip on your other thigh and the one at your hip loosens as he soothingly now rubs into your skin.

“Joel!” You complain with a whine of his name, pouting right at him when you finally manage to look down at him and his comfy spot between your thighs. And as you find his gaze, those deep brown eyes of his stare right into your soul. A fire of passion raged inside of him; just as much as it did inside of you.

“You better ask nicely if ya want me to keep going baby.” Joel responds with a deep chuckle. Kissing dangerously close to where his lips had previously just been but not close enough to continue with pleasing you.

Of course now of all times he was planning to tease you. To drag this out further and further, edge you longer and longer until you finally break and beg him to fuck you.

God, you were in for a very long night.

[melancholyhigh]

sooo... i just read your "sunrise" fic and i'm obsessed. the plot was great and the way you narrated the feelings and the setting??? i'm in love. i live for your subby!leon. i don't know if you're taking requests right now but i would love to read more about him:)

MIDDAY.

ft. brother’s best friend!leon x afab!reader

synopsis. your mom thinks leon is a bad influence on your brother, but only if she knew how much of a good boy he is.

content. 0.6k words. smut. subby leon, handjob, begging, praise kink, thigh riding (?), edging, marking, sneaking around.

note. ty for the requests anon !! <33 it’s basically a 1.5 to sunrise. sorry for being so inactive :( tryna get through some requests <3 lmk if u guys would like a full sequel to sunrise tho!!

masterlist. reblogs & comments are appreciated :3

You couldn’t fathom how your mother could dislike Leon. He was one of your brother’s friends who didn’t actively try to be a nuisance to your neighbourhood, and it was shocking when they even became acquaintances – let alone best friends. 

She says he’s a bad influence on your brother, but he’s the kindest boy ever met. You must be biased because you think he’s a very good boy. He’s especially good when he’s beneath you, his blue eyes brimmed with tears, begging you to let him come, but, oh, doesn’t your perfect boy have such nice manners?

“Please, please, please, ‘m so close,” he’s sobbing as you continue to move your hand up and down his throbbing cock. Your digits are stained with tacky precum, thumbing the sensitive head. He was so gorgeous, rosy cheeks stained with tears, and his lips all swollen and slick with spit.

You told him a few minutes ago to quiet down — you’ll get caught, but he continues to whine and plead. You're beginning to think he wants to be seen at your mercy, crying for you. His soft whimpers and quiet moans get you aroused, soaking through your shorts, and Leon can feel you on his thighs where you’ve made yourself comfortable. It drove him mad when you rut against him, trying to soothe the ache between your legs that he caused.

He wants nothing more than for you to strip down and sit on his face for him to lap at your cunt like a starved man. Instead, you are entranced with him, admiring the cute expressions he makes when you give his dick a firm squeeze. He’d say it’s humiliating if it didn’t feel so good to be under you, panting and sobbing.

Arching his back, Leon feels his impending orgasm creep up on him, only to dissipate rather than crash when you cease your movements on his erection entirely. Head digging further into your pillow, he whines loudly, only to be muffled by your lips moving against his. Despite the seemingly delicate way in which you touch his body, your lips are hungry against his, tasting him as you stifle his moans.

Your lips trail from his to the sensitive skin of his neck, sucking red marks that were too difficult to hide, but that was the point. Your brother had congratulated him for finally getting some when he saw the purplish bruises on his fair skin. He chuckled at the irony of him fucking his sibling, boyishly rubbing the back of his neck.

“P- please, fuck, angel. Can I come?” he pleads. Leaning back on his thighs, you let your nails scrape the flesh on his chest and stomach, allowing red scratches to rise in its paths. He feels you shift on his thighs, subtly grinding your needy cunt on him as he begs for your attention on his cock. 

You had been denying his release for too long now, but you finally had time with him for yourself, so you wanted to abuse it to the best of your ability. When he peers up at you, gripping your hips so eagerly as moans slip past his parted lips, you want to give him to the moon and more. 

“You’ve been so good f’me, Leon. So pretty ‘nd obedient. I think you deserved to come,” you whisper back to him, gripping his length once more and pumping him slowly. Your words are almost enough to make him come undone into an incoherent mess, and when you squeeze the tip of his cock, his soft tummy clenches as ropes of his thick cum spurt out his overtly sensitive dick onto his chest.

Peppering his face with kisses, you mumble soft praises as you take care of him.

“You’re such a good boy for me, baby. I love you s’much.”

[dark-and-kawaii]

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Their Girl For The Night ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

✧˖° Summary: Imagine sitting on the ground just outside the tiefling party, your back pinned to Zevlor’s chest as he keeps you locked in place while Halsin eats you out as if you were his last me…

✧˖° Pairings: Halsin x F!Reader/Tav x Zevlor

✧˖° Content: NSFW - Cunnilingus - Halsin Eats You Out So Well - Zevlor Holds You In Place - Anal - Vaginal Sex - Squirting - Big Dick Halsin & Zevlor

✧˖° Notes: This is pure smut, I had the idea while horny for Zevlor now please enjoy and be horny with me hahaha xoxo

Zevlor’s arms hold you firm against his chest, his fingers tracing the curve of your waist, his breath hot against your neck, “Such a pretty thing, you are.” His tail finds its way up your outer thigh, slowly dragging across your skin before stoping at your stomach- the tip of it tracing slow little circles around your belly button.

You writhe and buck against Zevlor, desperate to get away from the overwhelming pleasure, “Ngh~ S’Zevy~ Mngh~~~!!!” Your words slurred, a jumble of half made syllables that were barely comprehensible, “I- Mah~ My~ c-Can’t~ Haaa!!!!”

“You can,” Zevlor moves to nip and lap at the nape of your neck, his horns scraping light patterns against your cheek, “and you will.”

Halsin chuckles, his breath ghosting over your wet sex, his hands kneading into your thighs, his tongue flicking and pressing against your clit with expert precision before diving his skilled tongue back inside your weeping hole.

Your back arches against Zevlor, a loud whorish moan falling from your parted lips, a thick line of drool slowly trickling down your chin, eyes lidded and glazed with lust.

You could feel Zevlor’s cum seeping from your stretched asshole, prior to Halsin getting his paws on you, Zevlor had bent you over the side of a fallen tree and fucked you like his own personal cumdump…

- The feeling of his calloused hands roaming over every inch of you, groping and fondling and squeezing, his mouth biting and sucking and licking, his tongue teasing and tasting, his cock ramming into you, his balls slapping against you with every rough thrust, his tail twirling and flicking your clit. You were a mess by the time Zevlor was finished, and when he came inside you, he took special care to push it all deep within you- he wanted his cum to be trapped inside you, not wanting a single drop to escape. The hellrider wanted to know that you’d be leaking his cum each step you took the next day. -

A hard bite against the sensitive flesh of your clit snaps you from your thoughts.

“FH~!!!! Noooo~!!! Hal-Halsin~!!! Ah~! T-too w’rou-rough” Your eyes screw shut as tears prick the corners of your eyes, “Zev~ pllllleaa~se- itz too mu-ch-“

“Look at the way your juices spill out from you, my dear- the way they coat his face. The way your thighs quake, the way your hips jolt, as if well as the way your toes curl, it is all so lovely.” Zevlor pulls and twists one of your nipples, just enough to send another wave of pleasure crashing over you, the waves of your impending orgasm threatening to drown you.

Halsin’s eyes watched your face, drinking in your every expression, memorizing each sound, taking in the way your body quivered and writhed and twisted under his touch, how you were coming apart at the seams.

He wanted to hear you scream, wanted everyone to hear how you were claimed tonight and enjoyed the pleasures he could give.

Taking the swollen bundle of nerves into his mouth, his tongue laving and massaging the sensitive nub, his nose pressed against your pelvis- inhaling the intoxicating musky scent that was only you. His fingers plunged into your dripping sex, curling and pressing and scissoring, the slick sounds of his fingers thrusting into you were loud and filthy.

He felt the way your walls fluttered and twitched, the telltale sign of your incoming orgasm.

Releasing your clit from his mouth, his hand replaced his tongue, the other hand pulling his fingers from you, and in a quick motion, his fingers were shoved back inside you, and a third was added, curling them upwards, pressing into your plush walls, “Let it go- cum for us my heart, allow us both to taste your sweet nectar.”

Your eyes were wide, the feeling of the sudden stretch, the sensation of his fingers pressing and curling against your sweet spot, the command that came from Halsin… Your vision goes white and your entire body seizes up- a long, loud moan falling from your open mouth, and your release soaks his hand, coating his palm, his wrist, his arm, his chin, his mouth…

He drinks you in like a man dying of thirst, the sweet ambrosia coating his throat. He doesn't stop until you beg for him to, tears staining your flushed cheeks, “Please- P-pleeease… n-no m-more… t-too m-much~ a-aahhhhhh~~ Z-Z-Zevy~~~ Halllsinnn~!”

Another wave of pleasure rushes through you, a dry orgasm from Halsin suckling on your overly sensitive clit, his tongue swiping the little bud one last time before pulling away, his fingers leaving you with an obscene pop.

You were a sweaty, sticky, panting, shaking, and crying mess… It felt as if you were going to pass out, the world around you spinning and swirling.

You were dimly aware of the movement behind you, rustling and pulling you into his lap, into Zevlor’s lap. His cock already hard and rutting against your still sensitive pussy.

The feeling of Zevlor pushing into causes a pathetic whine to fall from your mouth. Your hips pulled flush against his, his cock buried to the hilt, the tip kissing the entrance to your womb, “Ngh, Zev~ Haaaaaaaa~ too much, it's- hhaaaa- so good- fuuuuuckk- but too- too much, t-tooooooo m-much. M-mooore~!”

His tail wrapped around your thigh, spreading your legs wider granting Halsin better access…

The Druid positioned himself at your already stuffed hole, the tip of his cock pushing inside of you, the head of his large cock attempting to slip in and stretching the sensitive ring of muscles…

You weren’t sure who spiked the three of yours drinks with one of Ethel’s potions, but you were thankful they did. You only hoped that you wouldn’t be to fucked out tomorrow so you can find and thank whoever it was..

[lilhoeforevanpeters]

Helping Hand

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Carl Grimes x Reader (gender not specified)

Summary: after a long day, you just want to help your boyfriend relax

Warnings: graphic descriptions of sexual activities, Oral (M! receiving), moaning, I'm pretty sure that's it

HE'S AGED UP IN THIS

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You gently knock on his bedroom window, sitting on the flat tiled roof. Carl approaches his window with a slight smile on his face when he sees you. He opens the window and pulls you into his bedroom, kissing your neck softly as he wraps his arms around your waist.

"Hey you," you whisper in his ear as he hugs you and leans down to kiss your neck, and you can feel him smile against it

"Hey. I missed you," He mumbles into your hair, his voice a little hoarse. His arms are around you, creating little to no space between you as he clings onto you. You kiss his cheek gently under his scar.

"You okay?" You ask softly, taking his face into your hands, caressing his scarred cheek. Carl seems withdrawn as he slightly nods his head, not wanting to let go of you.

You can tell your boyfriend just needs a little bit of rest and comfort right now- he needs to be taken care of, and who better to do that than you?

"Carl... honey... come on, sit down, let me take care of you..." You caress his cheek as he sits down on the edge of his bed.

You stand in between his legs and your hands move down to the belt on his jeans, your eyes looking up at his face for approval to continue. He nods and allows you to unbuckle his belt, gently sliding his jeans off, giving you enough room to move aside his underwear.

You lower yourself onto your knees as he sits onto the bed, taking his firm erection in your hand, pumping it lightly before swirling your tongue around the tip- collecting his salty pre-cum.

"Shit, Y/N," Carl moans out quietly, throwing his head back slightly as you continue moving, bringing your lips and mouth up and down his veiny cock. The plush walls of your warm mouth sucking him off arousing him further, making his hips bucking slightly and his fingers entangled in your hair. You're really making a mess out of him.

Carl's dick twitches in your mouth, your hand wrapped around the shaft of his cock, jerking him off as your other hand moves up to cup his balls. With your head bobbing up and down on his hard member, he lets out a shuddering moan, before his impending climax crashes over him- his hot, pearly white release filling your mouth, running down your throat as you swallow his cum.

Carl caresses the side of your face, his mouth slightly agape from his previous orgasam, beads of sweat lining his forehead. He smiles tiredly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"Thank you, sweetie... I needed that..." He whispers softly, pulling you into a hug. Right now, all Carl wanted was to just go to be able to rest stress free with his lover.

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[aezuria]

*ੈ✎ two lovers entwined, pass me by

"and heaven knows i'm miserable now" —the smiths

content: leo valdez x roman! reader

╰┈▸ back cover: what if leo gets a little too tired of being the seventh wheel, wait- ninth wheel? (and meets a girl who is a d1 hater)

╰┈▸ warnings: leo and yn dont hate hate couples its a joke okay (unless its not a joke anymore pls give them love-) cursing, maybe ooc reyna? NOT canon compliant, a bit of angst but overall its silly

librarian's annotations: this is now my fav work if u guys dont like it then dont tell me pls 😣

leo was tired. sick and tired of everyone's public displays of affection! can they at least have the decency to romance each other in the privacy of their own rooms!? he did not build ten of them for no reason! there was absolutely no way they needed to suck face at the dining table. like, right in front of his food!?

okay, he was being a bit dramatic. the most everyone was willing to do in public was hold hands. and maybe share a kiss. but that was a kiss too much! and wasn't reyna supposed to off doing (cool) praetor shit!? ever since her and jason made up, leo has not been able to catch a break! can they stop eyefucking each other already!? (they are simply staring into one another's eyes)

"guys." leo swept his gaze over the dining table. he was seated at the end, giving him an unwarranted view of everyone paired up. apparently, love is also deaf, since no one turned their head to him.

"guys!" leo raised his voice. would he be heard over the sound of their unspoken conversations? heads finally spun to look at him, as if they just remembered he was there.

"can you guys like, eat? or do this-" he gestured widely. "elsewhere? and by elsewhere i mean not in front of me."

they all managed to give him the exact same look that was a mix of embarrassment at being called out, and something that said "poor leo, he's so single!" oh come on! jason made it even worse by putting a—what was supposed to be—comforting hand on his arm. "it's okay, leo. i'm sure you'll find someone one day."

this was not funny at all. and leo would know; he's the funniest guy ever! he snatched his arm away with an utterly aghast expression. "ew! get your pity off of me!" he shuddered, playing up the theatrics and wiped his forearm over jason, giving him his couple-cooties back.

the blond reeled back, laughing at his best friend's antics. "what was that for!?"

"don't act like you don't know!" he sneered accusingly.

nights were always the worst for leo. they were quiet, and not the calm, peaceful quiet when he would stay out and watch the sun set, the time before his happiness came to an end. it was an empty quiet, devoid of the laughter he caused, his thoughts become louder to fill up the silence.

(it was night when his mother died, when he had burned down the warehouse. when he had killed her. it was night when he awoke to the front door slamming, the sounds of drunken yells and glass splintering were backing instruments in an interlude of impending misery as he waits for the sun to shine once again. it was night when he ran away, with nothing more than his heavy heart and some left over change.)

leo's thoughts ran rampant with the feelings he kept in a glass box. always there, always seen, very fragile yet rarely opened. sometimes he would shake it a little too hard, and it would come crashing down like a bottle of alcohol, spilling insecurities instead of wine.

tonight was one of those times.

he doesn't know what brought it on. well, he lied; it was the sight of everyone at dinner, looking happy and complete without him. but he was used to it. it shouldn't have bothered him this much. but the more he let it stew, the more it hurt. leo loved his friends, sure, but he couldn't help but have a little bit of resentment at how easy it was for them to make up, make out. hell, even piper got a girlfriend, a mortal one at that! between traveling and fighting monsters, he didn't even know that was possible. what about him was so unlovable?

as he tossed and turned to shake off the voices in his head, he knew that this would be another sleepless night.

today was going to be a good day; leo could feel it in his gut. the skies were clear, there were no monsters coming to wake them up, and the engine was running smoothly. he had time to work on his little projects all day today! he hummed a tune as he walked to the engine room, or his work room for today, and spun a wrench in his hand. maybe he had a little skip to his saunter, a pep in his step. something about today was just so-

his gut lied to him. (maybe he was hungry?) the wrench clattered to the ground as he came to an abrupt stop. "oh. my. gods." leo paused between every word to further emphasize his disdain.

the sight was scandalous, completely and irrevocably scandalous. like, i-need-to-wash-my-brain-out scandalous. and leo was so not being dramatic this time.

percy and annabeth flinched away from each other in a half-asleep fumble, trying to act as if they had not just been caressing each other's bodies mere moments ago. (okay, maybe he was being dramatic again) this wasn't even a romantic place to do that! and leo would know, he's such a romantic guy. what was the purpose of his hard work of making bedrooms if they were just going to sneak off and desecrate his beloved engine room!?

"frank catching you two once wasn't enough?" leo huffed and bent down to pick up his dropped tool. "now i have to see the two of you fraternizing in my domain!?"

"that's not even the proper word-" annabeth had tried to hold back, but the urge to correct him was too much.

"i don't care! shoo!"

leo was so done. his perfect day had been ruined first thing in the morning! now it was late, he was tired, and he was finally heading back to his room to get some much needed rest after holing himself up all day working on random knick-knacks. a soft noise caught his attention. it was dim, the lights low since him and annabeth wanted to save electricity. he felt the familiar dread in his stomach. there was absolutely no way this could be happening.

"we shouldn't do this here..." wait, was that reyna?

"i know.. but i'm gonna miss you when you leave." no. no. NO. the direction the two very very familiar voices were coming from was right in front of the hallway to his bedroom. "please?"

leo was torn. he didn't want to walk in on them, but he couldn't spend another night in the engine room! he wanted his comfy bed right now!

he slapped a hand over his eyes and stepped heavily on the wooden floorboards, giving them a much needed warning. he heard the sound of fabric and shuffling, a satisfied smirk gracing his face.

"are you guys decent?" leo asked, still squeezing his eyes shut under his hand.

jason huffed, no doubt red in the face. "it's not like we weren't in the first place."

leo dared to open his eyes, finding that not only was his face red, but there were bruises starting to dapple his neck. ew. he did not want to think about how that came to be. "uh huh. well go and canoodle somewhere not in front of my room, please and thank you."

"canoodle?"

"reyna i told you, i don't wanna go!" you grumbled akin to a toddler, despite your status as the centurion of the first cohort. you took off your armor, dropping it to the ground haphazardly. "i don't need to see you and mister perfect canoodling in front of me!"

the praetor snorted and shook her head. "'canoodling?' you're the second person i've heard use that word this week." she paused, a thoughtful expression passing over her face. "you guys would get along well, i think. anyways, i'm not asking as a friend, i'm ordering you as praetor."

oh that was so unbelievably low! "what!? reynaa!" you stretched out the end of her name in an embarrassingly childish whine. good thing it was just the two of you here, otherwise no one would let you live it down. "i thought they were supposed to be going soon anyway!?"

"you heard me. and no, they're staying for a couple more nights. something about the engine being broken again?" she shrugged, an amused glimmer breaking through her usually serious front. "besides, we have a lot to discuss about the whole gaea thing, and who better to bring than you? you're my right hand woman."

you tried to hide a smile at her words, but sweet-talk always won you over. "ugh, fine. i guess i'll go."

something was up. you knew that from the moment she asked you to "wear something other than purple for once." who even owned anything but purple!? heck, you didn't even know reyna had different clothes outside of uniform! was that even allowed? you'd only ever seen her wear the same shirt as you, and a toga if the event accounted for it.

you sifted through your wardrobe, digging through masses of violet and coming up blank. oh well, guess its uniform time again. not that you minded all that much.

"you are changing." reyna shook her head, giving you a disappointed look only a mother could offer. this wasn't even a big deal! what was so wrong with your shirt? you rather liked purple!

"but why!? what better way to represent rome than this?" you gestured to your clothing. "aren't we talking business? also this is like the only shirt i have."

"because-"

"you just wanna look all pretty for your boyfriend." you cut her off, faking a gag. "doesn't mean i have to look pretty."

her shoulders tensed and you drew back, already anticipating her near-fatal blow.

"reyna? you know i was just kidding- OW!"

"-wait this is so my color actually." you checked yourself in her mirror. who knew reyna had fashion sense? although not much was required for a simple shirt and jeans.

she nodded and got to her feet. "suits you well. consider it my apology."

"huh? apology for what? for hitting me? aww you're so-"

"no. for what's about to happen to you." a solemn expression took over her face. she was well aware of your exaggerated hatred for couples. maybe you were just a bitter single, but she wasn't about to tell you that. she hoped you would soon be taken (not literally) and stop harassing her for her romantic escapades.

that was ominous. should you be scared for your life? "what the hell does that even mean?"

oh. now you knew exactly what it meant. as the two of you boarded the argo ii, she was immediately swept into a bone-crushing hug by jason, as if he couldn't bear to let her go ever again. you almost threw up at the sight. how could your beloved best friend be reduced to a lovesick schoolgirl at the touch of a man!? a man that had forgotten her! (and remembered, and apologized, and confessed his love- okay, you were starting to see her side quite clearly)

you turned your head away entirely, not wanting to see all that. but everywhere you looked, a new couple seemed to pop up. it was like your worst nightmare come to life. percy and annabeth? piper and some girl? frank and hazel? holding hands? since when were they a thing!? sweet hazel and shy frank? they were—admittedly—adorable, but still!

your only respite was leo looking just as exasperated as you. he must have it way worse; he had to live here with all of them. you shuddered. you were glad you weren't in his place right now.

you stood awkwardly to the side as they reunited. do they do this all the time? and everyone's just cool with it? maybe they can relate, with their taken-ness and all. ugh.

leo peeked at you curiously from the corner of his eye. your expression was as clear as day, face scrunched up in disdain as he traced your gaze to the practically infinite amount of couples onboard. he nodded internally, knowing exactly how you were feeling. but hey, he couldn't just let a pretty girl like you stay unhappy on his ship, not if he could help it!

"hey there," leo said smoothly, or as smooth as he could be after he had almost tripped on the crack between the floorboards. "i'm leo."

finally! someone had the decency to entertain you. "i know you! you're the guy that made octavian throw a hissy fit for firing at new rome!" shit, was that a weird thing to say for a first time interaction? too late now.

the brunette cringed at the mention of his possession. "uh, that's not what most people know me by, but yeah..?"

"oh? and what do most people know you by?" consider yourself intrigued.

leo perked up at your question, having been given an amazing opportunity to charm you. "well obviously it's my rugged good looks, and ingenious inventions, and-"

"we're starting dinner now!" jason called out from the dining table, before recieving an elbow to the gut from reyna and a harsh whisper from piper.

you were lost in your thoughts, zoning out as everyone spoke around you. leo's actually kinda... a tiny part of you popped the idea into your head. he was kinda, indeed. gods, i hate couples. a much larger portion of your mind seemed to yell. do you, or do you just hate being single? you asked yourself. huh. well it's probably-

a cough to your left caught your attention. it was leo. when his brown eyes met yours, you couldn't see a trace of that same boy who was described a traitor and a freak for firing at new rome. maybe something really did possess him.

"wanna know how i built this ship?" he asked excitedly. it was clear that the argo ii was his pride and joy.

"yeah!" you grinned, his cheerfulness rubbing off on you. who cares if he fired on new rome anymore? that was so last tuesday.

"so first, i had this cool metal dragon..."

unbeknownst to you, annabeth whispered across the table to reyna. "i think it's working?"

so, the dinner wasn't anything about business. you did learn a ton from leo though! that was business enough wasn't it? still, you couldn't help the pang of guilt that came with not getting anything work-related done. it was practically in your genes as a roman.

"y/n! you should stay the night!" hazel encouraged from the sofa across you. she was met with choruses of yeahs! and you shoulds! by the other girls, including reyna.

"oh!" you laughed awkwardly, trying to think of a way to politely turn them down. as much as you would love to stay and get to know them, you had a job to do. even if that job was getting all the legionnaires in your cohort to bed by curfew. (like seriously, the amount of times you've had to reel in couples you caught sneaking out was crazy. maybe that's where your hatred came from.) "i'd love to, but i have... centurion duties and all that."

"but reyna has praetor duties and she's staying," annabeth argued. her gray eyes shone with an intensity you only saw on the battlefield. what was going on?

that was new information to you. "you're staying?" you questioned your friend, who looked away with a hint of embarrassment.

"jason's leaving soon," she coughed. after being apart for so long, you could hardly blame her for wanting a little more time with him. "but that's besides the point. you should stay."

you crossed your arms, trying to come up with another excuse. "uh, i don't have clothes to change into?" it was a weak attempt, but you hoped it would work.

"i can lend you some," hazel piped up from the side, obviously eager to make you stay.

aw. she was always so nice. but you had a feeling there was an underlying motive you just couldn't figure out.

you tried again. "i don't think there's a spare room for me to sleep in."

"there's an empty one by leo," piper pointed out.

well, that was it. they refuted all your claims and left you no choice but to stay. you heaved a sigh and relented. "fine."

you weren't sure how it happened, but you ended up with leo again. so much for girls night. but you couldn't complain, leo was good company. he never let the silence stew between you guys for too long, always switching between one topic to the next, until somehow, you were both talking shit about your pathetic love lives and the insufferable ones of those around you.

"you wouldn't believe how many times i've caught these people! i swear, they can never keep it in their pants for more than two seconds! it's like, trauma at this point!" you rolled your eyes, absolutely abhorring the new legionnaires in your cohort.

leo laughed, a sound that made your heart skip a beat. he looked over his shoulder, before leaning in as if telling you a secret. "like two days ago, i caught jason and reyna making out! he had hickies all over his neck!"

you gasped at the scandalous behavior of the two most serious people you knew. "what!? no way..."

the curly-haired boy nodded vehemently. "yes way! it was so gross."

eventually, it was time for the both of you to say your goodnights. leo led you to your room, giving you a cheeky wink before he retreated into his own. you shut the door, and threw yourself into bed.

maybe it was the unfamiliar environment, maybe it was the fact that you were way up in the air, or maybe it was leo running circles around your mind. whatever the reason was, you couldn't sleep. or maybe you chose not to, just to have an excuse to see the stars. the time when they were out was the only time you'd allow yourself a break.

you crept out of the room, careful not to make noise as you made your way out onto the deck. the air was crisp, a gentle bite against your skin. it seemed that the god of the sky was on your side tonight, for the clouds were nowhere to be seen, only the full moon of artemis and the familiar stars shone. you made yourself comfy on the floor, leaning back against the railing as you took a deep breath.

it would be another night of no sleep for leo, that much he could tell. he groaned into his pillow. he couldn't tell if it was the new crush already forming on you, or his angst from a few days before. regardless, his nervous energy made him get up and pace the room, fidgeting with a screw he found on the floor. with footsteps light, he traveled the small area, before something told him to get some fresh air. he obliged. it was better than being in his stuffy room.

as he went up the stairs to the upper level, he caught sight of a figure in the distance. leo's curiosity spiked. he walked closer, the image of you coming into view. your eyes locked on his, a soft smile gracing your face at seeing him. "hey."

"hey." leo dipped his head in greeting, and sat down beside you. "mind if i sit here?"

you shook your head and returned your gaze to the starry night sky, a comfortable silence settling between you two, with only the tapping of leo's fingers against the floor filling the air. it was different, being alone with him. he seemed different. he was quieter, more mellow.

"i hate nights." leo blurted out, breaking the peace you two had shared.

"really?" you asked softly. he braced himself with the condescending remark that was sure to come after, but it never came. instead he received a genuine interest from you. "why's that?"

the boy felt his heart beat a little faster. was he really going to tell you, a girl he barely knew, his whole life story? perhaps it was the late hour that made him want to spill everything out. or the feeling that stirred whenever he looked at you, like magnets attracting. and so he did.

and you listened without any interruption, never followed up with that remark he was waiting for, never gave him the pity he hated. instead, you followed up with your own story.

"i love nights. for me, it's the only time i really feel free. when everyone else is asleep, and it's just you and the stars. away from all the rules." you looked up. they seemed so close from here, way up in the floating ship. they twinkled like glitter, flashing heys and hellos and nice to see you agains. it was beautiful.

leo admired you the way you did the stars. they reflected off your eyes and made your irises shine, the same way fire casted a diffused glow on everything around it. maybe nights weren't so bad after all, if every one of them would be spent with you.

and when you leaned against him to rest your head on his shoulder, whispering secrets into his ear? oh, caligula would have blushed. (leo knows he sure did)

"operation get leo a girlfriend, complete!"

"i thought we were calling it operation get y/n a boyfriend?"

"whatever. operation leoy/n is a success!"

"...you know we can hear you guys, right?"

[kentocidal]

10:34PM || SAWAMURA DAICHI

users: sawamura daichi x fem!afab!reader

cws: marathon sex. daddy kink. dacryphilia. size kink. prone bone. use of stoplight system check-in. selfship coded.

from the program: whoops.

daichi sawamura has a lot of energy. he used to be an athlete, now working in a high-intensity position as a firefighter. his body, though not as lean as it used to be back in high school, is still muscular and well built. he moves like water, adrenaline on high when his phone pings and he gets up from the dinner table to rush to a fire call. despite being older now, he still contains that boyish energy, a part of him that takes a long time to extinguish. he does not get tired easily.

this directly translates into his sex life with you.

daichi holds you up by your hips and fucks into you with a fervor that should be incriminating. his cock is thick and hefty in comparison to his average length. you feel like you’re ripping in half every time the tip of his cock presses into your g-spot and fills you to the brim.

his balls slap against your twitching clit, overstimulation having already been pushed through your veins as he works you towards another orgasm. he can feel it in the way your thighs shake and your cunt clenches around the length of his cock, and he sucks in pants through his gritted teeth.

“c’mon baby, again, do it again for me.”

you’d already cum once, a frothy ring making the bedroom fill with wet sounds as his cock gets coated in your spend. he didn’t stop, and he clearly won’t, not until he’s satisfied and you’re fucked out of your mind.

“daddy-!” you cry into your pillows with a half-sob, nails curling into the sheets so hard you fear you might tear the fabric. he’d assured you, once, that he bought high thread count sheets so you could claw at them and they’d never rip. or maybe he was finding excuses to spoil you, since you always denied his attempts to do so.

you felt the telltale sign of your impending orgasm suddenly start spreading through your stomach, and you gasped before letting out a guttural moan as your high crashed into you like a bus. you shook, knees giving out from under you. daichi was there to keep his cock buried deep in your convulsing cunt by wrapping a thick arm around your waist, groaning from the feeling of you around him.

“thaaat’s it, babygirl. that’s daddy’s good girl, perfect. much better.”

your blood roared in your ears as he slowly lowered your body down to the mattress, your sheets feeling damp to the touch. it was probably from how sweaty you both were, not that you had the capacity to care after the mind-numbing orgasm you just had.

you heard the sniffles before you felt them, the wet tracks of tears starting to cool against your cheeks. you weren’t sad, far from it, and yet your body was reacting to the strong wave of emotion and feeling.

“daddy,” you whined out, dragging out the ‘y’ at the end, and daichi groaned low in his throat.

you felt his cock jump in your heat, still buried deep, and it made you whimper loudly.

“you okay baby? you crying over daddy’s cock?”

“i-…” you couldn’t find words, not when daichi was suddenly laying over your back and planting the balls of his feet on the mattress. his one hand found the back of yours and slotted his fingers between your own, holding your hand down to the pillows; the other shifted to swipe your tears away with his thumb.

“color?”

“g-green,” you hiccuped, and you almost immediately felt the slow drag of daichi’s cock pulling back before bullying its way back in. you punched out a warbled moan; he had you flat against the mattress, humping into you like a man starved. he was so big — he felt like a weighted blanket over your back and it made you almost feel tiny in comparison to his broad shoulders and softened stomach.

he still hadn’t cum.

“again. just one more. again.”

it would not be just one more. you prayed it wouldn’t be just one more.

[fairytsuk1]

morning sex with Alex. 😋😋

morning sex with alex!!

alex doesn’t sleep well so I imagine he’s always choosing to sleep in with you WHICH MEANS morning sex all the time dare I say its one of his favorites!

i imagine he sleeps in shorts and a tank so i know it’s heavenly feeling his soft muscular arms wrap around you or even him tugging you closer into the firmness of his chest AAAAAA

sucking hickeys on your neck in a sleep-addled haze, fingertips just barely brushing the waistband of your panties, “mm…”

he sighs in your ear. the low timbre in your voice makes you stir, makes your legs fall apart wider and alex pull you even closer. he’s only half-hard, but you can feel him growing harder with every slight rock of his hips against the small of your back.

“lex…”

“yeah?”

it’s still so quiet. the sun is the only one awake with the two of you, bathing your bodies in golden light as he tweaks your nipples and hotly brings you into feverish kisses.

“need you,” you whisper, “right now.”

“yeah, yeah…” he sighs into your mouth.

his hair is shaggy and messy. alex sucks on your nipple hard and a squeak is forced out of you, “oh fuck!”

“always taste so fucking sweet, baby.”

the sheets make rustling sounds as boxer shorts are pushed down and pink panties are kicked off. alex’s cock sits leaking on your lower stomach. it’s so intimate the way he pushes the head through your soaked folds, “fuck.”

it always feels heavenly when alex fucks into you raw. his heavy tip dragging against your walls and hitting your spot with a heavy hand. the air feels thick when alex splits you open, hands pushing on your thighs to see your creamy hole squeeze around him.

“fuck, alex, stretching me so good! i love it, aah!”

alex whimpers into your neck. he practically preens at your praise, balls slapping against your ass and a shaky thumb winding circles around your clit, “i love fucking you. i love this, ohmygod, i-i’m close.”

his voice peaks and your legs are shaking from your impending orgasm. he’s so hot, and the snap of the coil being stretched is so close you can almost taste it. alex’s meek noises spur you on. they’re deep from the morning yet needy from your pussy, “cum around me, mi amor. oh shit!! w-wanna feel you cream around me—ungh!”

your mutual orgasm crashes upon the two of you, nerves sizzling like a hot pan. your thighs clench under the pads of his fingers, alex’s balls churning as he shoots hot, white ropes into your walls.

“fuckk…”

alex heaves, sweat droplets making their way down his temple. his hands shakily release your legs as he collapses onto your form. it’s quiet and still now. even the sun shines brighter through the blinds.

it’s still early. but you savor alex at any time of the day, but especially in the morning;)

[kittencombat]

Sprouting 🌱 Bloodweave Mini Fic

Wanted to share this little fic I wrote on Bluesky for the new year! ~600 words of plant-based fluff. Enjoy!

Astarion has a habit of planting things.

At first, Gale isn’t even quite sure he does it on purpose.

He’ll see the other man peel an orange, slice a chunk of mottled skin with the sharp side of a nail, and Gale assumes that it is mostly to keep his hands busy.

But it isn’t as if he plants the seeds immediately, either. No, it’s always at the break of dawn, on some far-flung side of whatever campsite they’re dismantling for the day of travel ahead.

Astarion will disappear against the foliage line and press his knuckles to the dirt, careful not to get anywhere it may be difficult to wash, even though they’re guaranteed to be blood-soaked in an hour or so.

It’s the orange, back near the nautilus crash. And a handful of strawberries outside the charred remains of Waukeen’s Rest.

Gale thinks he’s heard something about the benefits of ash and soil, though he doubts that is the reason for his companion’s new horticultural interests.

He watches from a distance as Astarion paces the monastery grounds, trying to find the spot the sun will reach first this morning so he can plant his pocket full of tea leaves. Something for him to leave behind out here, basking in the light.

The Shadow-Cursed lands are hard on them all. The sun doesn’t reach the undergrowth, and Astarion balks when Halsin tells them of how the city used to blossom in his youth. Astarion’s hands grow idle in the darkness. He toys with his daggers, skulks off to hunt.

He doesn’t linger around the dinner pot the way he used to, foraging for scraps. Gale tries not to mourn the loss too much.

It's a welcome sight when Gale sees Astarion steal a stalk of sunflower just beyond the city gates. His lip curls, and there’s a butterfly-winged patter in his stomach.

They linger longer in Rivington, and there are neat rows of pebbled soil tucked between their tents.

But once they have reached Baldur’s Gate proper, there’s less space to sow, so to speak. Or perhaps Astarion feels no need since his roots are already much too deep here.

There’s a sense of impending loss that hangs over their days, even now that the vampire lord lays dead. The sun sets too quickly behind the rooftops. They can’t delay much longer.

And yet when the sun finally rises on their victory, Astarion isn't there to see it.

It’s been months since they’ve seen each other—some amount of sentimentality was expected, wasn’t it?

Gale looks at Astarion, and Astarion looks at the little sprig of orange blossoms. His brow furrows.

“Don’t you recognize it?” Gale offers, though his words feel sap-sweet and heavy on his tongue. He sucks a breath and smiles through it. “Citrus reticulata. They’re better known as the mandarin orange, of course, but I did a little reading in the hours since arriving. The plant has flowered right over there where you…”

…Oh, Gods, he’s done it again, hasn’t he? Poked around with good intentions, tried to surprise a mercurial being with something sentimental. He hears himself speaking again before he can think better of it.

“You’ve sprouted up seedlings from grove to gate, you know. You may be undead yourself, dear Astarion, but the soil seems to give everything you touch a second life.” It had been more charming in Gale’s head. Now it just seems morbid.

“And I thought perhaps you might be so generous as to plant something for me, the next time you’re in Waterdeep.”

His mouth is dry, and Astarion is looking, and the sprig of orange blossom spins impatiently between his fingers.

“And I… hoped that might be sometime soon.”

“Awfully presumptuous, aren’t you, Gale of Waterdeep?” Astarion plucks the flowers from his hand and considers them a moment, “Spying on me all that time, and not even offering to spare a spell for the mess.”

Astarion notches the stem behind Gale’s ear.

“But I suppose I don’t mind the attention, so long as you don’t mind the long walk back home.”

[valwrites-stuff]

Hi to my favorite writer 😍 Can you please write a fic in which the reader is Lars' gf and she always follows him on tours and one day after a show, Lars is so sweaty and wants to take a shower and the reader/his gf offers him to join him and take a shower together and things happens (smut) 🙈

Thank you for another request, there sure is a lack of Lars fics 😘

Slippery when wet

Lars Ulrich x Reader ☆ smut, shower sex, oral

The lights were still flashing in my eyes as we made our way back to the hotel after another insane Metallica show, the roar of the crowd still ringing in my ears. Lars was sweaty and exhausted, his hair sticking to his forehead in damp strands.

"God, I need a shower," Lars groaned, running a hand through his long hair. "I'm drenched in sweat."

I smirked, knowing exactly what he needed as we entered the privacy of our shared hotel room. "I can help with that?"

Lars raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Oh really? And how do you plan on doing that?"

I took his hand and led him into the bathroom with a promising smile. Turning on the water and adjusting the temperature to the right level, I started to strip. Lars followed suit, ready to unwind after a adrenalin rushed night on stage.

Once in the shower, the warm water cascaded over us, mingling with the cool air of the bathroom as I stepped closer to Lars, my hands instinctively finding their way to his shoulders. The tension in his muscles was palpable, a testament to the high-energy performance he had delivered on stage.

I guided him to lean against the cool tile wall, creating space for my soapy hands to glide across his sweaty skin. Starting at his nape, I worked my way down, massaging the tense muscles that had built up from hours of intense drumming. My fingers danced along his vertebrae, sending tingles down his spine.

As I reached his upper back, I couldn't resist leaning in, my lips brushing against the tender flesh before I captured his lips with mine in a searing kiss.

The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent and passionate as the water continued to cascade over us, my tongue swirling with his.

Breaking away, I sank to my knees on the slippery tiles, with a coy smile. My gaze locked with Lars', hunger burning in his eyes as I wrapped my hand around him. I stroked him slowly, savoring the feel of his velvety skin and the way he throbbed in my soft grip.

"You're so hard already." I purred, stroking him from base to tip. "Do you like having my mouth on you, Lars?"

A smirk curled Lars' lip as he gazed down at me, his green eyes gleaming with amusement and lust. He let out a low chuckle, the sound rumbling in his chest.

"Oh come on," he scoffed. "You've been dying to get your lips around my dick all night. So go ahead, take what you want. Show me how much you crave it." He placed a hand on the back of my head, guiding me closer.

I looked up at him, a challenge in my eyes, before wrapping my lips around the tip of his cock and sucking gently. His taste, a mix of salt and something uniquely Lars, filled my senses, making me hungry for more.

"Mmm, that's it," Lars groaned, his grip tightening in my hair.

I bobbed my head, taking more of his length into my mouth and hummed around him, the vibrations sending pleasurable shivers through his body.

"Look at you, so eager to please." Lars gasped, his hips starting to buck in time with my sucks. "Fuck..."

His words dissolved into moans as I picked up speed, determined to bring him to the brink. Just when I felt his cock twitch and swell, signaling his impending climax, he suddenly pulled me off with a jerk.

Before I could protest, Lars spun me around, pinning me against the slick tiles with his petite frame. His lips crashed onto mine in a hungry, dominating kiss, his tongue plundering my mouth.

Our mouths moved in a feverish dance, tongues entwining as warm water pattered against our entangled bodies. I could feel his hardness pressed against me, the heat radiating from his skin seeping into mine.

Without breaking the kiss, Lars began to move lower, his lips trailing along my neck, across my collarbone, and down the expanse of my breasts.

Reaching my pelvis, he knelt, his hands grabbing my thighs and pulling them apart, opening me up to his gaze. Water poured down between my wet folds, mingling with the arousal trickling from my core.

Lars looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire as they roamed over my body. "So gorgeous, let me taste you." He breathed, his voice husky with need.

Leaning in, he pressed his lips against my inner thigh and his hot breath fanned over my pussy. "I can't wait to fuck you." Lars murmured, his voice a rough purr vibrating against my skin.

His tongue darted out, licking a stripe up my center, tasting the sweet juices mixed with water. He managed to bury his face in my cunt, his pointy nose pushing against my clit, creating a wonderful friction.

My back arched as Lars' skilled tongue delved deeper, circling my entrance before plunging inside. He lapped at my inner walls, savoring the taste of my arousal while his nose continued to rub against my sensitive clit. His hands roamed my thighs, gripping and kneading the flesh as he ate me out.

The dual sensations sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body, toes curling and fingers digging into Lars' scalp as I ground against his face.

"Lars..." I moaned, my voice ragged with need. "Don't stop, please."

He doubled his efforts, tongue delving deeper into my clenching channel as his thumb found my swollen clit, rubbing firm circles around the bud. The combined stimulation pushed me rapidly towards the edge, my breath coming in shallow gasps.

"I'm so close." I panted, my thighs trembling as Lars was driving me mercilessly towards climax. And then, with a final swirl of his talented tongue, I shattered. My vision was blurring and body convulsing as my orgasm crashed over me, making me moan loudly.

As the aftershocks subsided, leaving me with shaky legs, Lars steadied me, grabbing onto my hips to keep me upright. He pressed a soft kiss to my wet folds, then slowly stood, his eyes burning with desire.

Turning me to face the cool tile wall, he positioned himself behind me, the swollen head of his cock nudging my entrance. "Brace yourself baby because I'm about to fuck you stupid." Lars growled in my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine.

With a swift, powerful thrust, Lars sheathed himself fully inside me, stretching my sensitive walls deliciously wide. A groan rumbled from his chest as he savored the feel of my tight heat enveloping him.

He began to move, setting a fast pace as he pounded into me with unrestrained ferocity. Each stroke sent a wave of pleasure through my core, the force of his thrusts causing my breasts to jiggle and hands trying desperately to hold onto the slippery tiles in front of me.

Lars reached around, his hand finding my clit and rubbing the sensitive nub in firm circles. The dual assault on my senses quickly had me careening toward another peak, my inner muscles fluttering and clenching around his pistoning shaft.

"Yes, just like that!" I whimpered as I pushed back to meet his relentless rhythm.

As Lars' relentless thrusts continued, I felt the pressure building once again. He sensed my nearing climax, increasing the intensity of his strokes and circling my clit with greater urgency.

With a hoarse moan, Lars buried himself to the hilt and stilled, his hot seed erupting within me. The feeling of him pulsing and throbbing, filling me up, was enough to push me over the edge.

My orgasm hit like a wave, crashing over me with overwhelming intensity. I cried out and my knees nearly gave out from under me. But Lars was there, strong arms wrapped around me, holding me close as I trembled and convulsed against him.

I leaned heavily against him as he held me securely and for a moment, neither of us moved, simply basking in the afterglow, chests rising and falling in tandem.

Eventually, Lars carefully withdrew from my spent channel, his cum dribbling down my inner thighs. A soft, satisfied smirk played on his lips as he gazed at me, his eyes filled with affection and amusement.

"Let me help you clean up, baby." he offered with a soft smile as he held onto my waist. "You think you can walk?"

"Fuck no." I admitted dramatically. The thought of venturing out for drinks afterward, in my current state, seemed laughable, legs feeling like jelly.

"Oh no, that's too bad." Lars chuckled mischievously, his hand coming to smack my ass lightly, a playful glint in his eyes before he drew me into a tender kiss, our lips meeting in a passionate embrace.