#i haven't made one of these in such a long but this was such a cool shot of him

[ssahotchnerr]

if you’re interested, i’ve been so into the idea of aaron discovering reader has a birthmark he’d never seen before — maybe on her inner thigh or something — and i’m dying to see what you’d do with that. take it whatever direction you like best no one’s picky over here <33

hidden in plain sight

hehe i hope this suffices <3 cw; bau fem!reader, established relationship, fluff and some spice

"We're in the depths of hell. I'm convinced."

A brutally hot day. AC temporarily out of service. The lack of ceiling fans preventing any air circulation, resulting in numerous agents in a worse mood than normal. The BAU in these conditions, not the best place to be.

"Whining isn't going to make it any cooler, y'know." You told Morgan, raising your eyebrows cheekily.

"Touché." He pointed his pen at you, his eyes then shifting from your gaze and settling on something behind you. You felt a familiar presence soon after, Aaron's palm finding your shoulder in a silent hello.

"Hotch, please tell me something's getting done about this AC," Morgan pleaded, using a case file to fan his face. "We're boiling out here."

"Hey you." Your chair turned ever-so-slightly as you peered up at him, grinning.

Aaron wasn’t immune to the heat either; his face flushed, his forehead dotted with small beads of sweat, the sleeves of his button-up rolled to his elbows. He looked uncomfortably troubled, but his facial features relaxed at the sight of you.

After offering you a small smile, he addressed Derek's inquiry. "It's getting fixed as we speak."

However, his voice trailed off as he ended his sentence - as your head turned back towards your desk.

You could almost hear his brows furrowing as he swiveled your chair to its previous angle, causing a slight tug at your skin as he got a better look at whatever had piqued his interest. Soon after, a fingertip traced your skin, focusing on one spot.

"How much longer?"

"As long as it takes." He answered plainly, directly. Aaron's hand brushed back towards your shoulder, giving it a long squeeze. "Can I see you in my office?"

You cleared your throat, fighting a squirm as you rose out of your seat. "Sure."

"Uh oh." You shot Morgan a glare at his remark, his teasing only half as enthusiastic as normal (the temperature to thank). Shaking your head in amusement, you followed Aaron.

"What's up?" Stepping into his office was like stepping into a wall of humidity - thick and stagnant. No wonder he had looked so tense, and had been avoiding the room altogether.

Instead of answering, Aaron moved behind you. His fingertips returned to your skin again, focused on the same singular spot as before. The roughness of his finger contrasted with the soft, comforting way he touched you.

"You have a birthmark."

Your birthmark laid along the curve where your shoulder met your neck. Usually covered by hair, but your hair was thrown up in attempt to keep it from sticking to your skin. You had also removed your cardigan, leaving you in a tank and exposing more of your skin - smooth and warm in the fluorescent light.

"You called me up here because I have a birthmark?" You laughed gently, your eyebrows crinkling in question. Despite the heat, goosebumps trickled onto your skin at his touch.

"I can't believe I haven't noticed it before."

"I mean, every time you've seen me bare, you've been distracted elsewhere." You teased, your forward-facing position causing you to miss the smirk that threatened his lips. "Don't be so hard on yourself."

"No excuse. I pride myself on knowing every part of your body." His finger traced the outline of the small mark; the pad of his finger lingering softly, as though savoring the imprint, studying it, committing it to memory so he wouldn't dare forget it again. Additionally, the added pressure he was applying made the strength of your knees falter. "No matter how delicate."

A heavy want grew in his chest; the urge to press his lips to that spot he had unintentionally missed. Over and over again, at that, offering it the attention it quietly demanded and he had lacked.

If you two were in the privacy of home, he would've.

"I'll tell you what." You turned around to face him, your eyes darting out to the bullpen before finding his again. They met him with a mischievous glint. "I'm in need of a shower when we get home. Aren't you?"

The ends of his mouth lifted upwards. "After today? Perhaps."

You leaned up to press a quick kiss to his cheek, letting your lips linger as you whispered into his ear, "I’ll let you check for any other birthmarks you may have missed. How about that?"

[vamplvs]

SLEEPY HCS WITH THE THUNDERBOLTS

INCLUDES -> yelena belova, bob reynolds, john walker, bucky barnes WARNINGS -> literally all fluff! no need to fear angst here (there is some minor swearing tho); walker calls the reader beautiful, and bucky calls them 'doll' NOTES -> y'all i feel crazy about thunderbolts. i haven't had a writing kick like this in YEARS. also, no one hate me for john in this one, he's my problematic wife, ok? also i want wyatt russell bad. anyways, my requests/asks are open! and as always comments and reblogs are much appreciated <3

YELENA BELOVA. — sleepy movie night? you got it. there's snacks, blankets, a random movie, and so many cuddles.

"are you sure you don't want to go to bed, love?" yelena mutters to you. the tv softly glows in front of you both, whatever period piece was playing long forgotten. you've been curled around her side since the movie began, but now your arm is draped over her and your head has fallen to her shoulder.

"no, i'm up," your voice is rough from sleep, but you pick your head up anyways and stretch. "see?" yelena rolls her eyes at your loopy, exhausted smile.

"whatever you say," she replies with a teasing smile.

"mhm..." you adjust your position under the blanket so you can be sitting upright next to her. but the blanket is just so soft and yelena is so warm, and before you know it, it's only a few minutes before you're curled against her once more.

yelena works hard to stifle her laugh when you fall asleep, but she lets you stay there. the movie plays on dully—the man in it has made some apparently irredeemable mistake that the woman he loves will no doubt forgive him for. yelena leans her head against yours, swearing that she'll get up once the movie is over so the two of you can sleep in a proper bed.

the next morning, when bucky is getting coffee he sees the two of you curled up on the couch and can't help but smile. it's nice seeing that yelena's found someone she trusts.

BOB REYNOLDS. — both of you are up late at night, entirely unable to sleep. you because you're working on tech for the thunderbolts new avengerz, and bob simply wandering the tower at night.

bob doesn't exactly sleep well these days, not after the mess with the void. it isn't unusual to find him roaming the tower at odd times, and this time it's your turn to run into him.

you're working in some old lab that you assume was tony stark's back in the day. your back aches, your fingers raw from tinkering with yelena's widow equipment, and you can hardly keep your eyes open. it's a miracle you haven't electrocuted yourself already.

"you're still up?" a voice softly speaks from the hallway.

your heart nearly stops right there and then. "holy shit!"

"sorry," bob steps into the dim lights of the lab, his hands up in a show of peace. "i didn't mean to scare you."

"no, no, it's fine! you're fine." you smile at him. "what are you still doing up, sweetheart?"

"i can't sleep," his response is sheepish.

you stand, stretching your arms above your head, and walk over to him. "let's see if we can do something about that." you pull him along by the hand, fingers entwined.

by the time you both get to bed, your eyes are heavy with sleep. you pull bob closer to you, letting his heartbeat lull you gently to sleep. the comfort of your body against his, a reliable weight to keep him still and grounded, has him dozing in no time.

JOHN WALKER. — he's the one up, unable to sleep. you're fast asleep and he just takes in everything about you. maybe it's the slight frown you have in your sleep, or the way your hair falls into your face just a little, but he's captivated.

john lays opposite of you on the bed, just tracing your features with his eyes. he takes everything in slowly: the flutter of your eyelashes, the curve of your cheek, the curl of your lips. you're so beautiful, and honestly, john has no idea how he got so lucky.

with his track record, it's a miracle you-

"why'd you stop?" you mumble, still half asleep, interrupting his train of thought entirely. his hands, which had been tracing patterns softly over your skin, have long been still.

"didn't wanna keep you up," he mumbles back, and you crack open an incredulous eye at him.

you grumble something under your breath that john can't quite catch before pulling yourself closer to him.

"it was nice," you say, sleep already calling your name. so john continues.

he traces abstract patterns from the nape of your neck to your shoulders to your back. he feels the way your muscles loosen beneath his touch and the way your breath evens out.

and you know what? fuck his track record. if he got lucky enough to be graced by you, he damn well won't mess it up.

BUCKY BARNES. — this time it's you who can't sleep, and it's a good thing bucky has a tendency to stay up obnoxiously late reading his novels despite his other old man tendencies.

a soft knock comes from the door, startling bucky from his book. it's too late for anyone to need him urgently for anything, so he's almost inclined to ignore it until your voice rings through the door.

"bucky? you still up?" you're tentative, almost wary, as you ask for him.

"yeah, doll, i'm up." he sits up, ready to open the door for you when you walk in wrapped in a blanket.

"can i stay with you?" you mutter, still standing a ways away from the bed.

without saying a word, he pats the spot next to him on his bed and leans back against the headboard, leaving enough space for you to curl up next to him.

"what're you reading?" your voice is muffled by his shirt and the blankets wrapped around you.

"the hobbit. mind if i keep reading?" you shake your head, listening to the steady beating of his heart.

"it was at this point that bilbo stopped. going on from there was the bravest thing he ever did. the tremendous things that happened afterwards were as nothing compared to it..." bucky's voice rumbles soft in his chest, gentle despite the intensity of the moments he read out to you.

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

a hotel room. l Harry Castillo

Summary:  an evening at a bar with a stranger

Warnings: smut (+18), some alcohol, kissing, talking about spouses, fingering, sexual tension (I hope)

A/N: something like that.

your feedback is very important to me and I want to thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. I secretly hope you like this story.🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

[my masterlist] [Harry Castillo masterlist]

You really liked the dress. The cut was perfect for your figure, the material was soft and comfortable, and the color brought out your eyes. You looked really good and felt even better. The hair and makeup were perfect too. Nothing spectacular, but they made you happy to look at your reflection as you walked down the hallway lined with large, ornate mirrors. 

The restaurant was connected to a nice bar, and that's where you sat on one of the taller chairs right next to the gleaming oak bar. The young and handsome bartender appeared a second later and after a moment he put the ordered drink in front of you. You liked such places. Beautiful and tasteful, they made you feel special. However, you couldn't hide the fact that it took you some time to get used to this luxury. 

You had been struggling with the feeling that you didn't deserve it and that you weren't "that kind of person". You looked at the guests, trying to guess what they did for a living - lawyers, businessmen, jewelers, owners of properties in the most expensive places in New York. The cream of the crop. You took a sip of your drink and adjusted your dress with your hand.

You sensed him before you saw him. A moment of your distraction caused him to enter the bar through one of the side entrances, and his eyes found you immediately. Hands shoved into the pockets of his elegant trousers, shirt unbuttoned enough to reveal a patch of golden skin and a neck that was worth sinking your lips or teeth into, depending on your mood. He looked like he owned the place.

His dark, curly hair was tamed, but begged to be brushed, tugged, or simply played with. His prominent nose made him look like one of those antique busts you once saw in a museum. And those eyes. Brown, almost black at times, the kind you could fall into like a well.

He walked up to you with a confident step and after a moment he sat down in the chair next to you. He nodded to the bartender, who after a moment poured him a glass of whiskey. He twirled the glass in his long fingers for a moment to take a sip and set it down with a quiet clink.

"You know..." his voice was warm and low. The sound of it made every string in you tremble "I know it sounds cheesy, but you're the most phenomenal woman in this place."

You smiled. "Yeah, it sounds cheesy. But it suits you."

He raised his eyebrows, pleasantly surprised by your comment, but the corners of his mouth did the same. “I thought I still had something in me.”

“You got it. It’s sweet and romantic.” You replied, resting your chin on your hand and looking at him.

"So..." he began, turning almost fully towards you, "Do you often come here alone?"

He noticed the tip of your tongue as you slightly moistened your lips. This small gesture seemed extremely enticing to him.

"No." you replied, "But my husband likes to come here. With me or friends. And you?" you raised an eyebrow, letting him know that you needed to call him something.

"Harry." he said, and you quietly repeated his name, feeling how light it sounded in your mouth. Simple, classic. "I come here sometimes. With my wife. But lately we haven't had much time for such pleasures."

"Is she here today?" you asked, looking around the room and wondering which of these beautiful women would be the best match for Harry.

"You are, that's enough."

Your smile delighted him, absorbed him. You were all glowing with subtle feminine beauty. Delicate, but also sexy. Harry was sure that if he hadn't appeared in this bar, someone else would have definitely appeared next to you, you drew attention to yourself.

He couldn't stand this thought. He felt how much he wanted you, although maybe it was crazy, because he sat here with you for a few minutes, exchanged a few words, he didn't even finish his drink.

You didn't protest when his hand rested on your knee. Harry's gestures were subtle and measured. As if he knew exactly where he should touch, what he should say to draw you even closer to him. You were sure that if it wasn't for the fact that you were in a public place, you would have thrown yourself at each other right at the bar.

“I have a room upstairs. If you want.” You said, watching as he took your hand and then pulled it to his lips, gently kissing your knuckles. Your heart fluttered. With the kiss, a hot feeling spread throughout your body through your nervous system.

“Are you sure, love?” he murmured. You bit your lip.

Fuck. You wanted him so bad. You nodded and whispered a quiet “Yes,” which worked like a charm.

His hand on your back as you walked together towards the elevators at the end of the hall. You were sure that if someone could read your mind and see the images that were appearing in your head, they would definitely stop you. Some strange fog covered your brain and you couldn’t think of anything else but the feeling of Harry’s solid body on top of you, underneath you, under your fingers.

There were no limits or restrictions. When the elevator doors closed behind you and you pressed the button, you realized that your legs were almost numb. You didn't have time to say a word.

Harry was already behind you. His hands were resting on your hips, fingers digging lightly into your flesh. Hot breath brushed against your neck, and then you felt his lips press against it.

"Someone might come in here." You panted, but it was pointless. You didn't care, and Harry was so close that you could feel the bulge in his pants pressing into your buttocks.

Damn. The pool in your panties was already unbearable, your walls were tightening slightly around nothing, and your body was slowly starting to get irritated. Finally, the elevator stopped, and the doors opened. You grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him down the long hallway towards the room. If it weren't for the heels, you probably would have run the whole way.

You quickly pulled the card out of your purse and ran inside. The door slammed shut and you could already feel Harry pressing you against the wall, his lips crashing against yours in a hard kiss. Without hesitation, he slid his tongue between your lips and you moaned.

God! He loved it. Hands greedily gripped your thighs, pushing your dress higher as you tangled your fingers in his hair.

“Is this all for me?” he asked playfully, running his hand over your already ruined panties. “If I had known you were in so much pain, we would have been here a long time ago.”

“You’re awful.” You smiled but then moaned, the friction of his fingers a welcome relief to your body. Harry kissed your neck and collarbone as his nimble fingers pushed your panties aside and slid inside you with unbelievably embarrassing ease. If it weren't for the wall behind you and Harry in front of you, you would have slumped to the ground.

“Yes, I can feel it, baby. She's greedy, isn't she? So hungry…” Harry's low voice filled you, and his fingers moved inside you, in and out, with such precision that you were sure you were about to come. “I'll do so many things to you, you'll be delighted. Come on, baby... I want to taste you later. Will you let me?”

You nodded so vigorously that Harry burst out laughing. He kissed you again, drinking in a deep moan from your lips.

When you tightened your fingers on his shoulders, digging your nails into him, he knew you were close. The orgasm hit you like a wave. Your thighs clenched, trapping his hand, as if to feel even more, even stronger.

“Good girl.” Harry praised you. “So beautiful, so hungry.”

It took you a moment to regain your senses, but Harry had time. You had a long evening ahead of you, there was no rush.

Finally, you looked at him more consciously, although your eyes still seemed a little blurry to him.

“Are you okay?” he asked, gently brushing your hair out of your face.

“More than okay,” you replied. “I want more.”

“Oh, really?”

Harry hissed as your hand found his hard bulge and squeezed it lightly. You were his death, the most beautiful of them all.

“I missed you,” he said quietly. “Every day I missed you.”

“It was only a few days.” you murmured, wrapping your arms around his neck. “But it’s so sweet. Not many husbands miss their wives this much.”

“Their loss. But mine is the most beautiful, the sexiest, the smartest…”

“Harry! You’re a gem, but I already married you, you don’t have to flatter me like that.”

“I will! Every day.” he kissed the corner of your mouth. “Come on, I have many ideas on how to spend this evening with you, and one of them is your legs on my shoulders.” 

You burst out laughing. How could you refuse such a good offer?

☆☆☆☆

Thank you for your time.

[innorality]

reconciliation with stack after the argument (part one here)

(part two of the angsty post I made)

you felt silly, truly. you honestly could not believe yourself as you walked towards Club Juke, their club—his club, holding onto the fur coat he had formely stolen for you. when you walked out after the argument, you had sworn to yourself that you would forget about him for good. screw him and his perfect smile, his honey-coated voice and his warm, familiar embrace.

truth is,

you felt ill without him.

7 years. it's been seven years since you had last seen him, and now that he's finally back, you had this underlying feeling that you couldn't just scream at him and leave. you needed him too much.

your heels dug in the grass below your feet as you walked hesitantly, finally getting to the door where Cornbread was standing. "now, that's a face I haven't seen in a while. how you been, sugar?" his deep husky voice comforting you, you smiled. "I don't... i don't really know." your fingers tightened against the fur of your coat. "I get it. it's been a long time." he walked down the two stairs that separated the both of you, getting closer to you.

"stack told me about the argument. i told him that no amount of money could teach him how to properly talk to a woman. that man's a true pain in the behind, ain't he?" his hand landed on the top of your head, petting it while you giggled. "hell yeah, he is."

"don't work yourself up, sugar. get in there and have fun, yeah?" you nodded and he stepped back, letting you in.

the loud music that was being played by a local band hit your ears, but you paid no mind. you headed straight for the bar, and sat infront of grace who was already grabbing a glass for you. "didn't expect to see you here." she commented, "nobody did." you shot back. "beer?" she went for the bottle and opened it, "please." you nodded.

"hope you've got some real coins to pay. all we get from the people here are wooden ones." she poured you a glass and slid it towards you, but a masculine voice echoed from behind you, overcoming the loud music with ease.

"it's on the house, for her." you didn't even need to turn around to know who it was. "if stack says so," grace shrugged, walking towards another client, leaving the two fo you alone.

you couldn't even get a sip of your beer before his hands slid around your jaw, cupping your jaw. he leaned down next to your ear. "you came." he affirmed, as if to confirm it to himself. "I had to see the club for myself." "and?" "definitely not worth the seven years." he quickly pecked your cheek before letting go of you and sitting next to you.

"you're still on about that." he looked straight at you but you refused to give him the pleasure of seeing your eyes. "how could I not?" and he surrendered, "you're right. i'm sorry." that caught your attention. stack was never one to admit he was at fault, and that realization made you turn to him slowly.

"i'm sorry for everything. for disappearing. for being so superficial. for not writing. for not even saying goodbye." he scooted over next to you and grabbed your waist, closing the distance between the two of you. he pressed his forehead against yours and your gaze flickered down to his lips.

"I love you." he mumbled. "say that again." "I love you."

"again."

"I love you."

"one more time."

"I love you more than anything else in the world."

you bit your lip and chewed slightly. you were torn between smashing the glass cup that was next to you on his head, and kissing him like you needed him to breath.

"fuck." you sighed out, looking back up at his eyes. "what?" he chuckled. "I really want to kill you, as of right now. but I also really, really, want to kiss you." and he smiled wider. that damn smile. "they say the line between hatred and love is blurry like fog."

"don't ever leave me again, elias." and you saying his name like that made his stomach twist in adoration, he really fucking misses you. "never again, I promise." and finally, he leaned in to kiss you. he pressed his lips against yours and you mirrored him, your arms snaking around his neck to cage him in.

you were weak for stack.

you were weak for elias moore just as much as he was weak for you.

[yumeka-sxf]

After the exciting start of a new Garden arc last time, today's new chapter did not disappoint either! First thing I noticed upon reading is - Yor's new outfit! (though you're not being very discreet with that "Garden" badge 😅)

Also that little lemur guy in the upper left of the panel is like "Wtf?!" I would think that too if a person suddenly leaped onto the tree branch next to me 🤣 (you can see him scurrying away in the next panel underneath...nice little detail from Endo there.)

Before I get into specifics of this chapter, I wanted to analyze the exchange between Yor and Hemlock in the jeep - namely, the Hemlock/Nightfall parallel, with Hemlock accusing Yor of losing her edge due to "playing house" for too long, which is exactly what Nightfall said to Twilight when she first appeared.

This made me think of an interview with Endo that was shared in the recent iterations of the SxF exhibition that's going on in Japan: when asked which character has changed the most in the series so far, he said Yor while also mentioning that Loid has barely changed. And I can see why that's the case with how Yor responded to Hemlock. Her experience during the cruise arc made her understand her own development - that now more than ever she wants to continue her work because she has more people she desires to protect.

She actually recognizes her own change and embraces it, while Loid...still hasn't gotten there yet. If we compare this exchange between Yor and Hemlock with the one between Loid and Nightfall, Loid clearly doesn't have this same self recognition about how living with the Forgers has changed him. He either genuinely doesn't know or he's in denial, which is why Nightfall is the one who points it out, and even when she tells him, he doesn't have a response.

One could argue that this may have been the case in old chapters, but ever since the mole hunt arc, he has recognized himself how he's changed. I do agree that the mole hunt arc made him realize that he's "softening" in a way, but he sees this as a detriment more than anything else. Unlike Yor who sees how her love for the Forgers has made her stronger, Loid sees it as something that will make him weaker rather than fuel his resolve.

We haven't seen much of Loid's deep inner thoughts since the end of the mole hunt arc, so only time will tell if he'll start to see his own development as something to be accepted rather than pushed away (just a note that I don't have a specific link for this part of the interview, but Fasionnessutsu shared screenshots of it in a thread here).

But anyway, back to other thoughts about this chapter, it was no surprise that even though Yor and McMahon changed into these safari-looking outfits, Hemlock is still wearing his suit. Why am I not surprised someone like him would totally refuse to wear that? 😂

And omg, the fact that Yor is still hung up about the "welcome home" kiss 😂 The fact that she's so earnest about it all this time later means...something, lol.

Also McMahon having a wife...it was kind of vague here but I wonder if she knows about his undercover work? Probably not, but would be interesting to see how much of his marital situation mirrors Yor's.

We apparently got another minor character introduced in this chapter - McMahon's pet falcon (and scouting assistant) Keekee.

In the Japanese version he calls her "Kiki-chan," with "kiki" being the sound she makes. It's nothing big, but I just found it amusing that a stoic, no-nonsense guy like McMahon calls his pet bird "-chan" 😅

The flower that Damian and company found has returned! I mentioned in my last chapter post that it may have some connection to Anya's past - we'll see!

This chapter ends on quite the cliffhanger, with Hemlock attacking Yor because, according to him, she's an impediment to his work and he's allowed to get rid of such impediments. We've already seen several examples of how quick to kill he is. Compared to Yor who tries her best to only kill "bad guys," Hemlock's first notion for anything in his way is to kill, whether it's the deer he's supposed to protect, or a fellow assassin he thinks is dragging him down.

Again, there's parallels that can be drawn between him and Nightfall, but unlike Nightfall whose obsession is fueled by idolizing Twilight, Hemlock's obsession seems to be fueled by animosity for Yor. Where that animosity came from is something we'll hopefully see in upcoming chapters. My theory is that, at some point, Hemlock idolized Yor and is now upset that she seems to have "softened," or he's always been jealous of her and now is even more enraged that she's not taking her job seriously anymore. Whatever the case is, I look forward to seeing how it plays out 👀

[crazyintheeast]

I checked my post again(which was made over a month ago so wow your moods must last for a long time and you must have the slowest typing I have seen in a human being) and where exactly did I call you an American? So no I haven't made an assumption that you were an American. I have made the assumption that you are doing performative bs to show how "woke" you are without actually doing even the minimum. Like not even the bare minimum. You know damn well that US elections affect the entire world but no it's not your "job" to have an opinon on it. Of coure when the VERY OBVIOUS consequences happend suddenly you and equally lazy people love to swoon and and go on dramtic "you will be ok rants, we will make it" to bask in the attention. So yes you and people like you are hypocrites who don't care about the issues, you only care about the attention you can get by simulating it

And before you start parroting the same bs again there a HUGE difference between turning your blog into a full time political machine and between NOT MAKING A SINGLE POST about the most important issue facing the entire world. Nobody expects the first but showing such complete disregards that you can't be bothered to do a single post? Yeah that shows to me without a doubt that you are one of those hypoctires who only cares about attention You stand together by ACTUALLY caring about communities WHEN it mattes. Not by ignoring everything and then swopping in while the tragedy is happenign with crocodile tears to pretend you care to get that sweet internet attention. It;s exactly people with attitude like yours that played a big factor in getting Trump and oher facists elected to power.

it really is all of us or bust btw. we cannot accept conditional acceptance of queer people, we cannot accept the exclusion of some in exchange for inclusion of others, it's all of us or nothing and we have to be so fucking clear about that. don't let conservatives or terfs or twitter discourse convince you that there's any other option. don't let them get away with it. we're all going to fucking make it and we're not leaving anybody behind

[crowsofdarkness]

Today's lesson with Bucky: Oral-Bucky needs his meal

Part Five to the Teach Me series. If you haven't read the other parts, you might be a little confused. Tags for this are open, just comment if you're interested!

18+ CW's below the cut( oral with female recieving and slight possesive Bucky)

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BUCKY

As soon as Y/N stepped foot back into the tower, I was quick to get her attention, letting her know that our next lesson was starting right fucking now. She’d been gone with Bill for a week on a mission and it was killing me inside on not seeing her. I never meant for me to catch feelings for her, these lessons were only supposed to be that. But something in the way she opened up to me, figuratively and literally, and trusted me to be the one to teach her sexual things made me realize that I could never let her walk away from this into someone else's embrace.

How could I teach her how to suck my cock only for her to use those lessons on someone else? 

Leaning against the kitchen counter with a scowl, I watched as Bill and Y/N talked for a few moments. I knew she saw me, her eyes widening when they landed on me, but she tried her best to not show how excited she was. Even though we were feet away from each other, I could hear how fast her heart was pounding in her chest. 

This mother fucker needs to let her leave otherwise I’m going to throw her down on the couch to eat her out right infront of him. 

Damn, Bucky. Chill the fuck out. 

Running my left hand over my face, I took a centering breath before finally walking over to Y/N and Bill. 

“Mr. Barnes!”

 The asshole fucking saluted me. Who the hell salutes people nowadays?

I gave him a curt nod before motiong towards Y/N. “You’ve had her quite long enough. She’s needed elsewhere.” 

Wrapping my right arm around her, I began leading her towards my bedroom in the tower. She playfully smacked my chest and as much as she wanted to be upset with me dragging her away, I could see the hint of a smile pulling at her lips. 

“You can’t just drag me away, ya know,” she said, her voice sweet like honey. 

I made a noise in the back of my throat that sounded like a mix of a grunt and sigh. “Our next lesson is starting now. Did you need to shower?” 

I noticed she was wearing street clothes but figured I would double check to see if she wanted to wash away the mission's filth from her skin. I would ask how it went but I read over the debriefing files while I waited for her to get back so there was no need to waste time. 

I wanted to taste her. Now.

“I showered on the jet. So what’s the next lesson?” She asked just as we stepped inside my bedroom. 

I’d spent all day cleaning my living quarters for her, making sure it looked and smelled clean. 

I motioned for her to sit on the bed while I shucked off my jacket, leaving me in a grey shirt and black sweats. 

“Oral.” 

Her spine stiffened as she sat straighter on my bed, immediately twirling her fingers. A nervous habit of hers I’ve noticed early on. 

“Me to you?” She asked, nerves lacing on every word. 

I shook my head while helping her lay back against my bed, wanting her to be comfortable. “You’ve been giving me a lot of pleasure. I think it’s time for me to return the favor.” 

Her bright eyes stared up at the ceiling, refusing to make direct contact with me, so with a long sigh I kneeled on the bed next to her so I could stare down at her. 

“Is that alright?” I questioned. 

“Yeah,” she hesitated at first, before nodding. “I’m just nervous because I’ve never had that before so I don’t know if I’ll like it.” 

I cupped her cheek with my left hand, her cheek leaning into my vibranium palm and it was evident how relaxed she became. Another reason why I couldn’t allow her to go to someone else for this. They could take advantage of her, force her into doing something she didn’t know how. 

“If you don’t like it, just tap the top of my head twice and I’ll stop, alright?”

“Okay,” she breathed. 

Tapping her thigh, I helped her out of her leggings and green panties, my cock jumping at the sight of not only it but her cunt as well. Almost immediately, Y/N tried to close her thighs tighter together to hide. 

“I haven’t shaved,” she whispered. 

“I don’t care,” I assured her with a tender kiss to the inside of her thigh. 

I truly didn’t. It seemed like she hadn’t shaved in a few days but that was not about to stop me. I needed Y/N, I needed to taste her, have her cum linger on my tongue for days. 

“Spread your legs for me, baby,” I breathed over her cunt, causing her to shiver. 

She did what I asked and I had to hold myself back from devouring her right then and there. I didn’t want to rush this. 

“That’s it, good girl,” I praised while adjusting my cock inside of my sweats. 

Anything to alleviate the blood rushing to it. 

“I’m going to try a few different things, let me know if you like them,” I said while flicking my gaze up at her from my spot between her legs. 

The way she looked at me with a look full of fondness made something inside of me twinge with an unknown feeling but I didn’t dare dwell on it. I needed to focus on what was in front of me. 

As soon as the tip of my tongue flicked her clit, tingles exploded throughout my body villing my veins with her taste. One simple taste of Y/N and I was hooked, addicted to her and suddenly in that moment I knew I’d never get enough of her. 

Her body shuddered when I did it two more times and before I could question if she liked it or not, Y/N let out a soft moan eliciting me further. So I dragged my tongue up and down her slit, tasting even more of her and I could stop the groan that slipped out. 

“Holy shit,” she breathed, fingers dragging through my hair. “I didn’t expect it to feel so good.” 

I hummed, lapping up more of her honey taste and let my tongue slip inside of her a bit. She bucked off the bed causing me to hold her in place with my vibranium hand against her hip. With the hand that wasn’t tied into my hair, she dragged her fingers along the vibranium knuckles and without saying anything, I knew what she wanted. 

I spent the next few moments switching from tongue fucking her and bitting and sucking on her clit. When she told me she liked it better when I paid more attention to her clit, I kept my mouth there. But still wanting to give attention to her cunt, I removed my left hand from her hip to tease her opening. 

“Please, please, please,” she begged, nearly humping my face. 

“What do you want, baby?” I asked right before wrapping my lips around her cunt to suck. 

“Fuck me with your fingers, Bucky.”

Hearing my name on a breathless moan made a fire ignite at the base of my spine. I began humping the bed to put pressure on my cock, desperate for some kind of friction. I pictured my cock was where my fingers were, deep inside her warmth, squeezing the life out of me. 

My fingers worked inside of her, curling up into that sweet spot I knew so well only fingering her twice. I became attuned to what her body came alive with and how much she loved it when I flicked my tongue over her clit before dragging my teeth over it. 

“Oh fuck,” she said with a hint of worry in her voice. “I’m close.”

“Cum for me, baby,” I pulled away from her for a moment, meeting her blissed out expressions. “It’s okay. You can cum like this.”

With my mouth on her again, I worked my fingers faster inside of her to urge her closer to her orgasm and soon, her honey taste exploded in my mouth. I humped the bed like a madman and devoured more of her. No one besides me would taste her, bring her this pleasure, or hear her moans. She would only cry out my name when she came apart. I’d be the only one that would see her naked, feel her skin upon mine. 

Images of her naked underneath me and on top of me as she rode me flashed in my mind causing me to eat more of her arousal, never letting up even after she came down from her high. I was sloppy humping my bed now as my own orgasm was on the tip of teetering off the edge, my body so numb I barely felt Y/N gently tug on my hair. 

“Bucky,” she panted. “I th-I think I’m going to cum again.” 

My fingers never stopped fucking her and leaving her clit, I pressed tongue inside of her too. My urgent mutters were muffled by her soft skin and all over again, the honey filled my mouth and my hips stalled against the bed when I felt a stickiness between my own legs. 

When I could tell Y/N was spent from her two orgasm, I reluctantly pulled away from her and titled my head up at her. My jaw ached, my fingers and chin were soaked with her arousal, and I didn’t doubt my hair was a mess due to her fingers because the way she looked at me made my heart stutter in my chest. 

“Holy fuck,” she choked on a breath while resting on her elbows. “That’s what I’ve been missing out on?” 

I chuckled. “I take it as you liked it, huh?” 

“I came twice, Bucky. That’s never happened before.” 

A boost of confidence filled me and I leaned back on my knees. “Well, I’m glad I could be of service but I need to shower.” 

Y/N gave me a puzzled look with furrowed brows so I motioned down to my lap; more so the wet spot on my sweats. 

“Oh my god,” she giggled behind her hands, a crimson hue covering her cheeks. “You sure made a mess.”

I leaned myself over her now, gazing deep into those bright eyes full of wonder, and didn’t stop to think of the ramifications on what I was about to do. Ghosting my lips over hers, I broke into a grin. 

“It’s all because of you, baby.” 

[-harmonytbh]

the wayward kind still love deep

summary: Smoke returns to the Delta after years of war and silence, he seeks the woman he never stopped loving, but the past, both sweet and bitter, won’t let them move on without a fight. (angst, longing)

pairing: smoke x black plus sized!reader, platonic!stack x reader

warnings: cursing, mentions of war, sexual tension and suggestive content.

author's note: I haven't written fanfics since my Team Mindless days, but I'm a Mississippi girl obsessed with Sinners and decided to give it a go...be easy on me. will definitely continue this. Also, a comma hates to see me coming, so ignore any improper punctuation and typos. This was one of those do it scared moments lol

Nothing prepared her for the light rapping against her window shutters before dawn that morning. She leaned bleary-eyed over the windowsill trying to make sense of the dark figure gazing up at her from the dewy ground below her window. The cicadas were still screeching their nightly song, and lightning bugs flitted here and there.  Once her eyes acclimated to the inky darkness she knew instantly. Felt it in her bones. Felt it in the thump-thump-thump of her heart against her ribcage. It was Elijah…or “Smoke” now, she supposed. Some time around their thirteenth year, she watched the light leave Elijah’s eyes. She noticed the way the smooth brown surface of his face became a brick wall not even she could penetrate. Smiles were few and far between, laughter even more rare. That was Smoke. The Elijah she knew was foolhardy and goofy, the first to crack a joke or play a prank with his other half—the easygoing and charming Elias, or “Stack” now. Yes, the Moore boys were men now and with that came new identities and an air of mystique that alienated them. 

“Smoke?” She called out cautiously. She knew it was him. Of course, she knew it was him. She’d bet her left pinky toe on it, but the question was more of a inquiry about what the hell he wanted with her at the ass-crack of dawn after seven years of silence. 

“Yeah it’s me honey. Come fishin’ wid me,” he called back plainly. Like it was normal. Like it was broad daylight. Like it wasn’t THE ASS-CRACK of dawn. 

“So I s’pose them German trenches an’ Chicago gangways finally rid ya of whatever lil sense ya did have Lijah, huh?” 

“So I s’pose ya want me tuh make a scene in fronta God and evr’ybody, huh?” He retorted easily, and she had no doubt he would make good on his promise. She kissed her teeth and stepped away from her window. 

He sighed audibly as he saw the light from her oil lamp wash her room in golden light. Smoke swore to himself if he ever came back to the Delta for her that he would come proper. Ask her family for her hand and do all the typical gentlemanly shit. And there would be time for that, but he and Stack had just rolled into town an hour ago under the cloak of darkness with stolen money, beer, wine, and enough stories to fill a library. He wasn’t feeling too gentlemanly. He wanted—no—needed to see her as soon as the tires on the truck crunched to a halt at the gravel fork in their shared road. He would make an honest woman out her if that’s what she wanted, but for tonight, all he wanted to do was sneak off into the night like they used to do before all of this. Before he was one half of the notorious SmokeStack twins, before he was drafted to fight for a country that spit in his face when his shiny boots reconnected with the soil that was made of him and held his mother and father. Smoke shoved his trembling hands into the rough tweed of his neatly tailored pants and felt around for a cig to calm his nerves. As he flicked the lighter, she emerged from the house looking more beautiful than any woman had a right to look before the first tinges of daylight threatened the horizon. His heart slammed in his chest. His girl, in the flesh. Not in a fleeting fever dream under the barrage of artillery, not in the hazy memory of a daydream before running a play. She stood before him, all woman, every luscious inch of her. His eyes raked over her possessively, committing this new iteration of her to memory for later…hopefully there would be no need for later. She was all legs and mouth last time he saw her, but in his absence she had blossomed into a beautiful woman. Filled out was too loose a description for the way she had transformed over these past seven years, and he felt the male parts of him stirring at the thought of what other parts of her had matured while he was away. He shook his head to banish the thought, hopefully there would be need for that later. She cocked her head to the side, curls spilling from beneath a bandana she tied around the front of her head, a mild flash of annoyance in her eyes. 

“An’ how ya figure we gon’ fish with no poles or bait Elijah?” she rasped sleepily, looking around him for evidence of fishing materials and tutting when her suspicions were validated. 

“Yo Pa still keeps some fixins in the shed, right?” he said back hopefully, watching as she turned on her heels and switched toward the back of the house muttering under her breath.  

“Good God a’mighty,” he groaned just low enough for her to faintly make out. 

“Stop lookin’ at me like that Lijah, ‘fore I knock da fire from ya mannish ass,” she spat over her shoulder before gesturing at him to help her open the rickety shed door. 

After grabbing what they needed, they set off toward the creek on at the back of her family’s property. Their spot. An uncomfortable silence enveloped them as the meandered through the dark, the cacophony of the Mississippi countryside punctuating their steps as the full moon overhead washed everything in a dreamy milky haze. 

“I must be dreaming,” she thought to herself, “Surely I fell off that mare yesterday, and I’m laid up in my mama’s bed hallucinatin’.” 

“Where Stack?” She finally asked after several minutes of tense silence. She didn’t miss the quick smirk at the mention of his brother. Still partners in crime. 

“Restin' back at the house. Surely he’ll wait and come pay ya a visit at a more respectable hour, unlike his uncouth pig of a brother,” he joked back easily, and she found herself smiling despite herself. 

She had missed him—both of them. For their early childhoods they were inseparable. As time went on, and life got rough, she and the twins clung to each other. When Smoke was eventually drafted and Stack joined him in service voluntarily, it wounded her. She was unsure how she would continue without their company. Her days were filled with chores around the farm, learning roots at the feet of her mama, and missing the Moore boys somethin’ fierce. She’d send many a letter by Lil Sammie, hoping they made it all those miles away to them, but aside from a short postcard from Stack from Paris, she didn’t hear a peep. 

“An’ why couldn’t ya wait, Smoke?” She asked stopping to square her shoulders in his direction. He removed his cap and rested it against his chest. Her breath caught at the serious gaze in his eyes, the moonlight fanning out over his lashes that seemed to stretch further than any cotton field she’d ever seen. His jaw jumped in the way it only did when he had something to say and didn’t know how to spit it out. 

“Cause I missed ya honey, an’ I couldn’t go another minute without layin’ eyes on ya,” he replied frankly, not daring to break eye contact. So there it was. The perfect words…six years too late. 

“It only took ya half a decade to say that, Elijah. What in the hell that s’posed tuh do fuh me now? I’m happy. Livin’ my life. Don’t come disturbin’ me now cause ya figured out whatever is out dere in dat big wide world of your’n ain’t shit,” she spat back through hot tears. 

You could say many many things about the twins, but you can’t say they didn’t have audacity. Ever since they were boys, they bent the world around them to their will. They walked like God sewed gold into the seat of their britches, and they helped him hang the stars with their own hands. Damn her if she didn’t believe it herself for a while. That was before she met Titus. Now, she didn’t especially love Titus, but she liked him just fine. He was kind, thoughtful, and sensible. He wanted a simple life with her and maybe a few kids, maybe not. What more can she ask for? Not this, this being jerked around by Elijah. Yes she still loved him, never stopped and probably never will, but he wasn’t the marrying kind. 

“I know, baby. I know. I got all ya letters from Sammie. I still have every single one. They kept me from losin’ my good sense over there in the war. Knew I had someone waiting on me tuh git back, knew I had somethin' tuh live for,” he cooed lowly, stepping forward to envelop her into an embrace. 

She jumped back like he was a scalding hot pot. Just like that, the cage of his countenance returned, and he continued stomping toward the creek. 

“Knew ya weren’t gon’ be my biggest fan darlin’ but damn. I expected a warmer reception than dis heah,” he spat bitterly, shaking his head adorned in immaculate waves. 

“Well damn, Smoke. What did ya really expect? I wrote cha fuh years, waited on ya fuh years. Didya think time stops fuh Elijah Moore?” 

He stopped in his tracks and spun around quickly.  

“Nuh uh, never, but I thought it might fuh us,” he said simply before stopping down by the creek bank and unceremoniously dropping their poles and bait. 

“At any rate princess, somethin’ made ya saddity ass come out tuh come fish wid me, so might as well enjoy the moment, huh?” He grumbled before lighting another cigarette. 

“Fuck ya, Elijah Moore,” she said, jutting her chin forward, white hot shame blooming in her chest. He was right, he still had a hold on her and even though she wanted to hate him, wanted to tell him to take a long walk off a short ledge, she knew she would do anything to share this moment with him. 

“If only I was that lucky, baby.” 

Part Two

[folklouire]

Long lost, long lost, long lost...

lord huron, long lost (2021) | claudia keep, morning swim (2022)

[ailurinae]

... no. Element, and I cannot stress this enough, sucks ass. And it is generally considered one of the best Matrix clients.

And I was using it with paid hosting (high level, not "VPS and I installed it", so it wasn't an issue of me setting it up wrong), not free on matrix.org or whatever. It regularly got into a jammed state where I could seem some messages only on one device and others only on another. Mostly my phone and my main desktop computer. And that was with a pure DM with one other person. I'd hate to see what happens with E2E encryption on in multiparty room.

Also many features are not there or limited or hard to use. You have to do a whole song and dance to setup "stickers" (I never bothered). If you run a whole discord server with fancy features like roles and stuff, you will find matrix rooms very limited in comparison.

Still, one could accept the limited features perhaps depending on use case... but not being able to read your messages properly is kind of a big issue. Or I guess disable E2E encryption if that feels ok to you. Might work ok then? Not like Discord has it, so you aren't loosing anything... (but that is supposed to be a big selling point of Matrix, so kinda wild that it works that poorly)

Matrix is just a bad protocol, and its issues have made it hard to created good clients (and servers... don't get me started on servers for matrix).

I mean, give it a try if you want, and maybe you will have better luck than I did. But I am a professional computer nerd, and it was not worth the headache to me.

I unfortunately don't have a good alternative. For one-on-one and small, simple groups, Signal might work for you. But nothing like Discord servers, or even Matrix rooms really, much more bare bones and not for large groups. Signal also has "stories" for some god-awful reason, so I guess if you like those, uh, yay? (you can totally disable them though at least)

You could also try XMPP (formerly Jabber), but I haven't used it practically speaking in a long time, so I don't know just how good or bad it really is now. Lots of work has been done on paper, but IDK how it translates to real user experience. The group stuff there is closer to IRC than to Discord. And the Windows desktop client situation is god-awful unless you love 90s aesthetic in your programs. Linux, Mac, iOS and Android have at least fairly modern-feeling clients...

Remember when I told ya'll last month to be ready to start looking for a Discord alternative?

Yeah things aren't looking good for discord.

[koenigsdossier]

A Little Extra

Recently, you and König have been having makeout sessions that always ended in dry humping. There's an issue, though. You aren't as sensitive as König is.

+18 NSFW, dry humping, fingering, edging, AFAB reader

You didn't mind that König was sensitive. You found it insanely hot that he could get all whiny just from some friction on his crotch and your lips on his. He always left your pussy pounding with need and slick with arousal as he came in his pants, whining and moaning into your mouth as he held you against him. König being sensitive was far from the problem you were having.

You just felt bad that you haven't cum a single time from his hard-on grinding into you. It wasn't that it didn't feel good. It felt extremely good every time, but your body just needed more. You felt bad that he had to work harder to make you cum, even if König's fingers circling around your clit left you breathless with pleasure. He's never complained or shown any disappointment in having to work harder to make you cum, but you worried that he was just hiding it from you.

So, you decided that you would edge yourself until the next makeout session. You just wanted to give König at least one time where you came from just grinding on him. You just wanted for once to be as sensitive as König was.

It was hell edging yourself, though. You subconsciously tried to remember and replicate how König's hands moved over your body. You would roll your fingers over your clit, slipping down at times to circle your entrance and gather your slick just like König did. You teased your entrance with the tip of your fingers before pushing them knuckle-deep like he would do. You curled your fingers inside of you and abused your g-spot while your thumb rolled your clit in quick circles, trying to overwhelm yourself like König did. But everything you did felt nothing like how König would do it. Your fingers weren't as thick and long as König's. You could never reach the places he did. Your fingers were nowhere near as skilled as his are. The act of denying yourself an orgasm wasn't even the most frustrating part. It was not reaching the same amount of pleasure as König gave you. The next makeout session couldn't come fast enough.

You were successful in making yourself sensitive, however.

Your eyebrows pinched together as your eyes closed from just the feeling of being in König's lap. A small whine rumbled in your throat as you spread your legs wider, pushing yourself down onto him more. König gasped at your action, his hands holding onto your waist as he tried to ground himself. His hips bucked up instinctively at the feeling of your heat completely surrounding his lower half. He could feel how your panties were already sticking to you, and all you've done was exchange a couple of kisses. He was only semi-hard while you seemed close to the edge already.

One of his hands left your waist and held your head in place so he could get a good look at you. Your eyes fluttered open as you leaned into his hand, able to see the concern but also desire in his eyes.

"You alright? You seem different than usual.." Oh, his voice sounded so sweet as he gently voiced his concerns. It just made you need him even more, yours hips bucking into him to start a slow, gentle pace.

"I-I'm fine... Just move... Please..." You punctuated your words with a deep, slow grind, making sure König got the message. His hand on your waist tightened, his eyes fluttered as he responded with a hip buck.

König mumbled out a shaky 'okay' as his hand left your face and held onto your waist again. He copied your pace, slowly rolling his hips up and pushing his almost completely hard length against you. Your hands held onto König's shoulders, squeezing them tightly as pleasure flowed through your body. Each time your clothed cunt pressed against König's hard-on, you could feel how drenched you were. It felt like slick arousal just kept pouring out of you, your panties getting soaked with your juices. You knew König had to feel how messy you already were through the layers of clothing. You couldn't hide it even if you tried.

You swear you could feel König's hard-on catch on your clit every time you rolled, almost like there were no clothes between you two. The feeling made your hips lock up for a second, and your thighs tense. It didn't take long for you to speed up, having worked yourself up far too well. You could feel your mind going blank as need consumed your body more than it already has.

You let out a high whine when König's hands moved to your hips, helping you to push yourself faster and deeper onto him. He had you clenching around nothing each time his hard-on pushed into you. It felt like if you tried hard enough, his fat cock could end up penetrating you through your clothes. The thought itself had you whining and stuffing your face in König's neck, your hands now digging into his shoulders.

You already felt so close to the edge, just mindlessly panting and whining into König's neck. Your body felt like it was on fire, a thin layer of sweat forming and soaking into your clothes. Your breath hitting König's neck made his cock throb horribly. He's never seen you this needy or desperate before. The whole thing was making his head swirl and hips respond just as desperately as yours. He would be worried about his grip bruising you if it wasn't for how pretty you sounded and how obviously soaked you were.

"C-Close... I'm close. Please don't stop... I need this so badly, please..." Your lips brushed against König's neck as you pleaded with him, causing him to lean his head back slightly.

"I won't stop... I got you... You can cum... Just focus on me..." König didn't even the brain power to think about how unusual it was that you were about cum. All he knew was that your body felt good against his, and you were pleading with him in such a whiny voice. It all made König rut into you faster, desperate to make you fall apart.

Your hips were moving sloppily as your orgasm quickly approached. The only thing keeping you steady was König's hands on your hips, helping to guide you down as you pathetically humped his lap. It was all you could do. You were so sensitive from edging yourself and not getting enough pleasure that all you could do was follow your instincts. Your mind was completely on autopilot, completely blank as your pussy throbbed and clenched against König.

"K-König! I'm gonna cum! F-Fuckk..!" You warned him, your hands gripping his shoulders so tight that his shirt felt like it was going to rip. You bit down on his neck, your mouth just needing something to do as your body tensed up. Even as you drowned in pleasure, you could hear the high, whiny moan König let out as he felt your teeth sink into his skin. You made his hips stutter, his hands holding you down on his straining bulge as your orgasm washed over you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your skull, and your teeth bruised König's skin. You weakly licked your tongue against him as your pants and moans were muffled. He didn't need to move his hips as your orgasm caused you to rut desperately against him. Your clit throbbed as it caught on König's cock continuously, making you feel overstimulated but you didn't care. It felt good, and you needed this after denying yourself release for too long.

"S-Scheiße..!" You didn’t even realize König's orgasm had hit him, his words just turning into background noise as your ears seemed to ring. You could only register that his hips were flushed against yours as he grinded his cock against you, making a mess in his pants as he desperately tried to pull everything out of him. You could feel your cum completely soak your panties and even create a little damp spot on your pants. You were sure König could feel it too, the layers of clothing doing nothing as you were both drunk off your orgasms.

You released König's neck but still kept your lips on him, planting soft kisses against him with the occasional nibble. Your thighs tensed and relaxed as aftershock ran through you. Your hips would twitch as your body made sure you really got everything out. König laid limply beneath you, running his hands up and down your sides gently as he came down from his high. You placed one last kiss to König's neck before resting your head against König's shoulder, your hands fiddling with his shirt now. The satisfaction of your release faded, being replaced with the need for more. But you didn't want to bother König.

"Do I still get to touch you? Or not since you already came?"

Oh.

[toriaaniin]

Shame on Me? For Noticing? Okay.

Warning: Potatoes are discussed in this post!

I received this comment in my "Truth Isn't the Villain Here" post (published yesterday, link at bottom), and felt like responding in a post rather then start an inane back/forth convo thread in comments:

If - and most likely - you are wrong, you bodyshamed a fellow woman for months and keep on bodyshaming her up until this last post of yours. You made up a fictional baby when this is the most private matter of any woman. If you are right, they went a great length to hide their relationship yet you pushed them to reveal something that - again - is a deeply personal and private matter. In any of the potential cases, you are harassing Nic for not fullfulling a fantasy in your head. Shame on you, and special shame because you are a woman who is doing this to another woman.

Ah yes, the classic “shame on you, woman to woman” guilt-trip. Let me start here: I have never body-shamed Nicola Coughlan. Observing and celebrating a changing body — one that looked undeniably pregnant in late January and then no longer so in late February — is not body-shaming. It’s called observation. It’s also called joy and awe. Reducing that to cruelty says more about your discomfort than about my intent.

Let’s also stop pretending that noticing something makes me the problem. Nicola didn’t hide. She attended public events, posed for red carpet photos, styled her bump with purpose AND a lack of colour (black again, Nicola? Also: Aimee is a master!), and wore maternity clothing (publicly available info and in at least one instance, tagged by Nicola [or her team] herself... then corrected, but not soon enough not to be noticed). If this was meant to be a “deeply private matter,” then why was it being shown so publicly? Pregnancy isn’t taboo, and we’re not in an era where a woman needs to retreat into silence the moment her body changes.

And while we’re here, let’s not pretend she hasn't (or Luke ["...end of season 3 vibes"] or trusted friends haven't) left breadcrumbs for those willing to see them. On December 31st, Nicola posted a photo with the caption: “May your 2025 be as happy as this potato made me.” Adorable? Sure. We know the woman loves her potatoes. But “potato” is also a long-standing euphemism for a baby. These aren’t coincidences. This isn’t harassment. This is attention to detail. If that makes me dangerous, so be it — but truth isn’t the villain here.

And finally — the fictional baby? Maybe. Maybe not. I’ve said it before: I don’t know Nicola personally. What I do know is that I see patterns. I recognize signals. And I will not apologize for being curious, especially when the PR choreography is this fucking loud. If you think asking questions, drawing connections, and staying invested in a story I didn’t write makes me irrational — that’s your prerogative. But don’t confuse curiosity with harassment, and don’t mistake silence for virtue.

Aaniin Xxx

[dancingaliensfics]

Remmick NSFW Alphabet

This is pretty self explanatory. I haven't really formatted this or proof read it, I'll do that tomorrow. Right now I'm tired and need to sleep lol but I wanna get this posted since it just came to me. Wrote this in my notes app bc I couldn't be bothered opening docs, thats how quick this came to me lol so theres not even spell check really.

I do personally prefer sub remmick but I've tried to have a mix in here of both because I think it's more realistic to him as a character. I might add some more stuff it tomorrow idk.

Warnings: nsfw content, mentions of drinking blood, one section with gore mention that you can skip, idk i can't remember tbh

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He doesn't like to clean you up after sex. Not because he doesn't care but because he likes how you look all dirty and messy. So cleanup is out of the question unless you're willing to wait 30 minutes for him to have his fill, by which point he's usually ready to again lol. He does like to cuddle though, he's quite a physical guy and keeping contact with you is important to him.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He really likes your hands. I've made a post already about how he likes to have your fingers in his mouth and i stand by that. So i wont say too much about it again here.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He's nasty guys. He like to cum on you. His favourite place is probably your stomach but he doesn't really care where as long as he can see it dripping down you. He cums a lot and because he's a vampire he can go again pretty quickly, probably after like 10 minutes, so by the end of the night you're covered. He also likes to spread it around with his fingers cause he's a weirdo.

He will absolutely eat his own cum. When he cums in your mouth make sure to kiss him afterwards because he loves it, it gets him hard so quick. Or you can just scoop it up with your fingers and push it into his mouth.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Ok I have two things for this. The first one isn't particularly scandalous but it is something I think he'd be embarrassed by. When he's alone and feeling himself he imagines you and him back in his home town from when he was alive, living a quiet life in his childhood home. He loves to imagine you in the dresses the pretty girls used to wear when he was young. Honestly he creates pretty vivid scenarios, bringing you flowers back after a day working on the farm, putting your children to bed after dinner, undressing you slowly, pressing soft kisses to your shoulders. Climbing into bed together and just making gentle love before falling asleep in each other's arms. He keeps this a secret because it goes against his whole philosophy that vampirism is a gift. You two can't have children, atleast not in that way, and he'll never be back in that little house on the farm.

Now for the actually dirty one. I'm not really sure how to explain this but I'm gonna try my best. Basically he likes being told to use parts of you. Like for example, being told he can only use your thighs or your hand to get off. There's something so degrading about it that just really gets him going. It's another one that he wouldn't be able to verbalise, but having to make himself cum while only being able to rut against the sole of your foot or the space between your thighs is humiliating in a hot way. He doesn't have specific body part fetishes, he's not into feet or anything specifically, it's just being told he can only touch that part of you i guess.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Very but also not. He's had a lot of sex and he's very good at it, but he doesn't have much experience being vulnerable and having that Intimacy he would have with you if you're in an actual relationship. Remmick is also not very experienced with being cared for by someone and wanted in a way that goes beyond the physical. So yes, he can give you the best night you've ever had, but hold his hand and promise to stay with him forever and he's a bit stumped.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He likes to look at your face so you'll often find yourself in some variation of missionary. Tbh I don't know all the fancy names and neither does remmick, he just wants to look at your eyes. He's quite fond of prone bone though and anything that let's him look up at you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He definitely goes back and forth. I think simply through his nature or being a vampire, sex isn't always serious for him. He's very old and doesn't view sex in the same special way mortals might, especially in the 30s. But that doesn't mean it isn't special when he's with you. He always values your Intimacy together and often will be quite serious, especially if he's in a more melancholic mood. But he's a Goofy guy, he doesn't take things very seriously and he makes jokes in inappropriate situations that don't usually land. Obviously a lot of his silly guy persona was fake, but i think it's also clear from other interactions where he's trying to really connect with people that remmick is quite an odd guy and that does bleed through into sex. Sometimes he just does weird or random stuff. So yeah I think sex with remmick is a real mixed bag when it comes to seriousness.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He is not groomed at all. He is quite hairy and doesn't see a problem with that. He does trim every so often, but being from a time where shaving body hair just wasn't a thing, he doesn't often think about it. He has a lovely happy trail that leads right from his navel all the way down. He has thick dark curls down there that run wild. If it really bothered you, you could ask him to groom more but I don't think he would. He likes a hairy bush and doesn't get the modern fascination with hairless pussies and balls so he has no interest in it on himself. I just really isn't something he thinks about.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Sex with remmick is always very intimate. Even when it isn't serious, the Intimacy is always there. There's a few reasons for this really. The first is that sex with remmick using involves one of you bleeding, and the exchange of blood is something he sees as very meaningful. It's not only his food source, the thing he survives on, but he also still has many old world believes about humours and the transfer of energy through blood. The second reason is that sex is one of the few times remmick will be vulnerable. You can really break down those walls and see another side of him, especially if you've been at it for a while. And the last is that if you're also a vampire, you and remmick have a mental link that connects all of your feelings, sensations and thoughts. There's really nothing more intimate than that.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He does it a lot lol. Being in a relationship does nothing to slow him down. Whether you're away from each other, in another room or sat right in front of him, it doesn't matter, he loves to feel himself up. He actually is quite a voyeur and loves to Jack off while you watch, especially if you give him instructions on how to do it. He also loves to have your smell around him while feeling himself, whether it's by just straight up sniffing you or from something of yours he has with him. He always takes something of yours with him when he goes on trips away, usually underwear or a scarf since those have the strongest scent but he'll even take a handkerchief if you offer it.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Honestly, it's probably easier to list things he isn't into. But I'm gonna touch on one isn't haven't really seen or talked about before. Remmick is a masochist. He's also a sadist but there's plenty of fics about that. He loves being hurt. Honestly sometimes he goes too far with it, and he really needs a partner who cares about him enough to draw that line. He talks a big game but he has a lot of self hatred he refuses to acknowledge and pain is a good way for him to ignore that. So its good to put him in a control environment where you can make sure he doesn't go too far. Slap him, choke him, bite him, scratch him. He loves it all.

He also likes to be treated like a dog. I've mentioned this a few times on my blog now haha so hopefully I don't become that girl, but he is really into that. Make him crawl on his hands and knees, tell him to pick your hands, let him hump your leg, he loves it. He likes to lick your face a lot which can be a bit icky but indulge him. He like to be punished and rewarded, it's a good way to keep him in check. And he likes this dynamic outside of the bedroom as well. Send out on errands and call him a good boy when he does well. Give him head pats when hes good and smack him when he's bad. Ah I can't get carried away here.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere and everywhere. I've already talked about this but he will fuck you on the side of the road or in the middle of a bar he doesn't give a shit. He likes for people to watch and he likes to be dirty. But there is something special to him about a private bed, it's somewhat nostalgic and makes his old man brain feel good or something I guess.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Again, anything and everything. This man is so horny, he is ready to go 24/7. But simple things like the wind blowing through your hair, watching you walk barefoot through a field or the smell of you as you walk past, are often the ones that do it the most him. Oh and watching you perform, if you're some kind of artist. That really drives him wild.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I don't thing he likes the thought of really degrading someone he's actually in love with much. Don't get me wrong, he can be a mean dom when he wants, but I don't think he would ever do something that would actually make you feel bad. His whole world revolves around his partner, they're his god in a weird, possessive way, and he wouldn't do something like brand you or insult your physical appearance. He would also never make you feel bad about your personality. While he might call you a slut or pathetic, things like insulting you for being needy he just wouldn't do. I think he also would be interested in others degrading you. So while he enjoys bringing others into your sex life, it's purely for them to service you. He'll never tolerate someone insulting you in anyway.

He also won't let any of the fresh vampires near you because he doesn't think it's a good idea. Even if you're also a vampire, they can be too rowdy and he doesn't like it so yeah there's a waiting time for anyone freshly turned.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

HES A MUNCH.

Cmon we all know that. This man loves eating pussy, day and night. If it was possible he would never stop. He loves the taste, the smell, the feeling of your legs squeezing his head. He just can't get enough. He eats like man starving, and he laps that shit up like a dog. He also moans so loud while eating you out. He honestly doesn't like 69 very much because he wants to focus on the task at hand lmao.

I also have to say, he loves sucking dick. He find it so relaxing, he could honestly fall asleep with a dick in his mouth. He loves to struggle on a big cock and he loves to take a small one fully into his mouth. The one thing I'm sad about is that I don't have a dick for this man to suck because it really is one of his favourite things.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Ah it really depends. His mood changes quite quickly and that influences how he fucks. A session can start out one way and change up half way through. There's not much consistency with Remmick.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Remmick loves a quickie. He'll ask for them all the time, at every opportunity. God forbid you have to be somewhere on time because he will stop you at some point to ask for a quick fuck. Most of the time he asks for a quickie though, it isn't so he can fuck you, it's so he can get a taste of your pussy.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes yes yes. He will give almost anything a try atleast once, although most things he's already done. He's also a massive voyeur as I said before so he doesn't care about getting caught. I mean he shares a hive mind so it doesn't really matter to him anyway.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He's a vampire so his Stamina is very good but not impossibly so. He can if he wants to last a long time each round but remmick is not a patient man so he usually doesn't. You can tell him to hold out though and then he's happy to. But to him it doesn't matter because whether he's cum or not, your fussy is getting eaten. He can go for quite a lot of rounds honestly, probably 4 or 5 most days but stretching up to 7 if he pushes it. But he still needs time between and he doesn't like to over do things so most days it's gonna be more like 2 to 3.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

What toys did they have in the 1930s? I'm not sure i need to do some reading on that. But I think remmick quite likes involving toys both on himself and you, whatever they are. He especially likes bondage on you both although he keeps breaking all the pretty rope you get.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This man is the king of teasing. Good luck if he gets in one of these moods because there is no escape. It will start at dusk as soon you're up, with light touches and coy looks and continue right up until dawn when he finally let's you cum after hours of fucking you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Remmick is so loud jesus. If you have neighbours, they hate you. And if you're trying to stray hidden you'll have to gag him. Even then you can still hear his panting and muffled moans. He also talks none stop during sex, I mean really runs him mouth. The man does not know how to shut up.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Big gore warning here, i personally feel a bit sick reading stuff like this even though I wrote it so just warning you guys first.

He wants you to bite him. Ok yeah that's obvious. But not just a few times, he wants you to cover him all over in deep, bloody bites. He wants it to hurt. He wants people to look at him and think he's been attacked by some wild animal. Honestly he wants you to eat him. To tear chunks off and swallow them. To crack his bones and tear parts off him. Break open his ribs and pull out his heart and rip pieces out with your teeth. He finds the idea of being consumed deeply erotic and also very intimate. It makes him feel very safe, knowing pieces of him are inside of you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Nice and thick. Probably a solid 6 to 6.5 inches with a good girth. He stretches you out just right. Uncut and a red tip. Heavy balls that hang low.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

All day everyday, ask and you shall receive. He really is hungry as a dog lol.

You know he's ready for it when he starts drooling. The drool really isn't something he can control, it just happens when his body decides its time to eat which often gets mixed up with being horny. So yeah, it's pretty common for you to look over and see him covered in drool, mouth open and shameless.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall  asleep)

Depends. Some days he's straight to sleep while others he gets kinda sad and wistful after sex and stays awake watching you. He also gets kinda stressed you're gonna disappear or leave if he closes his eyes sometimes so you might occasionally find him staring at you for a long time. But your presence is very comforting for him and he always sleeps better with you.

[instantdinosaurtidalwave]

So, we've got two options. Option A: the Chamber is native to Westeros, or Option B: the Targaryens brought something with them from Old Valyria that would become the Chamber.

Option A: The Chamber is native to Westeros. It's been there for as long as anyone can remember. Located near where King's Landing would one day be, the kingdoms used it to test their princes and kings, a tradition probably enforced by the smallfolk who found their lot in life better under kings (and knights) tested by the Chamber. I will arbitrarily say, in this headcanon/what-if scenario, that by the time of the Targaryen Conquest, all the Kingdoms of Westeros use the Chamber except probably the Iron Islands, and even then, maybe occasionally, someone will come and ask to use it . Depends on what the Drowned God's deal is, but that's not the point here.

Now, how we get the Targaryens to trust and use the Chamber is a question I haven't answered yet. Maybe the Chamber gets forgotten/abandoned until the first or second succession crisis, and someone on the Small Council suggests it for choosing the next king, and after that it gets put back into somewhat infrequent use for choosing kings, and more frequently for testing knights. The Chamber continues to fall in and out of use both for kings and knights, some mad Targaryen is sure to try and destroy it and promptly get SmoteTM for the attempt.

When Robert's Rebellion succeeds, Robert chooses to undergo the test of the Chamber the night before his coronation, and after, makes all Kingsguard undergo the test as well, in addition to restoring the tradition of testing knights-to-be in the Chamber, which was probably a secondary goal of the Rebellion, since the Chamber had long been out of use by the time of Aerys the Mad King.

Option B: the Chamber or something that would become the Chamber came with the Targaryens from Old Valyria. An old, old tradition of Valyria that fell out of and into favor due to the death count, Aegon the Conqueror brings it with him, more out of respect of the past and wishing to save as much of Valyrian culture and tradition more than anything. During the early years of his reign, he eventually enters the Chamber for advice on how to rule and lead his reluctant subjects.

I don't quite know what he sees or how he reacts to it. At the very least, I think he learns he can't maintain the Old Valyrian tradition of siblings marrying because the magic to keep out insanity will fail.

Actually, Aegon, Visenya, and Rhaenys all enter the Chamber shortly after the Conquest, though the women may only enter after Aegon does. Aegon annulls his marriages to his sisters and carefully chooses spouses for them, and himself, made easier by the current lack of issue. The two cadet houses carefully maintain genealogical records and marry back into the main branch every so often.

Some Targaryen along the way is still probably going to marry someone they shouldn't, nothing stays perfect forever, but the wheel turns on; good kings and bad kings come and go, the Chamber falls into and out of use, both for kings and knights. I don't want to copy-paste from Option A, so maybe the Chamber's magic fades, since it comes from Old Valyria this time, and thus, while it may be traditional for kings and knights to hold vigil outside the Chamber before becoming kings and knights, it's now a mere formality rather than an actual test.

This means that when the Chamber's magic does return, no one notices, at least, not immediately. Someone eventually will feel drawn to the Chamber and either get a vision via touching the door or will straight up be able to enter the Chamber once more. Thus, when Robert wins his Rebellion, he declares he will attempt the Test of the Chamber.

What happens after that, in both timelines, I leave to others who have either read the books or watched the show.

I’m not going anywhere with this but it’s a thought I had.

[thrasherella]

Weekend Getaway ‧₊˚⊹

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ʚ・ ୨୧・ ɞ synopsis ~ stepdad!Nanami takes you for one of your regular weekend retreats over at his friend Higuruma's house; this time Higuruma's extra needy since you've been busy with work/friends/life and haven't been able to come see him and Nanami has been hogging you all to himself :(

ʚ・ ୨୧・ ɞ featuring ~ nanami x reader, higuruma x reader

ʚ・ ୨୧・ ɞ tags ~ drunk, drinking, drunk sex, porn with plot, fauxcest, stepdad, mention of 'uncle' but no actual relation, daddy kink, lots of praise, praise kink, cuddles and creampies, non-protected sex, fingering, oral sex, blowjobs, cunnilingus, sloppy make-out sessions, age gap, threesome, sharing, exhibitionism, squirting, spitting, cum play, cum eating, domination, free use, generally other fun sexy things~💋

ʚ・ ୨୧・ ɞ a/n ~ back with more of the two hottest suited daddies in jujutsu kaisen sharing you for their own weekend of pure carnal pleasure~! sorry this is a bit late, but I think it was worth it ~ ☺️ I don't normally write in second person pov soooo hope you guys enjoy this as much as I do~! any constructive feedback/thoughts are welcome 🩷

~ Part Three ~ Slay All Day

‎͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙

One of the many, many reasons you loved these weekend trysts was the fact that there was hardly a five minute period that you were ever by yourself, other than when in the bathroom, of course.

Stepdad!Nanami and uncle!Higuruma could get a bit...intense, passing you back and forth between each other, most times unable to wait their own turns and filling both of your tight little holes at once, fucking you like it was competition. Not that you minded; you were only too happy to let them do whatever they wanted to you, making all kinds of sweet, erotic sounds that only fueled their already insatiable hunger for you...

This weekend was much the same; there was a slight argument between Kento and Hiromi over who was going to be making breakfast and who would get to escort you to the shower:

"Rude. It's your house, Hiromi, you should be the one cooking," Nanami had stated, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you off in the direction of the bathroom.

"Look, all I'm saying is that your omelettes are far superior to mine, it's a compliment!" Higuruma called after you both, Nanami shaking his head, but a small smile danced across his lips.

"Not the only thing I can do better than you!" Nanami yelled playfully back, and you hear Higuruma's incredulous reply, "Awwh fuck you, you wish!" making you snort with laughter as Nanami hurried you over the room's threshold, pulling the door shut behind you and locking it pointedly.

"No interruptions; I want to really take my time with you today..."

About forty-five minutes later, after having been stuffed full and then thoroughly cleaned by Kento, you were both finally ready to devour something other than each other.

You were now dressed in a long, white t-shirt you had taken from one of Hiromi's drawers and a pair of your long, thigh-high black socks; no bra or panties, the shirt just long enough to cover most of your ass, the bottom of your plush cheeks cutely peeking out from the bottom hemline.

Higuruma was impatiently waiting with a very lovely, if not a little cold, breakfast.

Being perfectly honest, they were both equally skilled in the kitchen, but each had their own strengths; Nanami was admittedly very good at breakfasts, while Higuruma was best at desserts (which made sense considering his multiple sweet teeth...). His omurice was very satisfying though, the simple dish was comforting.

When you were finished, Higuruma had learned over and kissed the corner of your mouth, feeling his tongue giving two slow, thick swipes against your sensitive skin. You couldn't help the little gasp that had escaped, blushing furiously.

"You had a little ketchup on your face," he had huskily breathed after pulling away, tongue now running against his lower lip, giving you a little wink that made your ears go hot, your clit giving a little throb...

...

It just so happened to be a darker, gloomy day; perfect for warm tea and scary movies on a large comfy couch sandwiched between two strong, handsome men.

You all naturally settle into the living area, lights dimmed, curtains drawn. You lit a candle, 'Cozy New Book'; the smell was weirdly spot on, making you think of cracking open a leather-bound book and inhaling that fresh paper scent for the first time, along with a woodsy note that seemed to teleport you straight into a library. You knew Nanami would love it, which is why you had slyly given it to Higuruma as a gift; so that you could light it when you were both here. Your mother was again to thank for that; she would get terrible migraines triggered by scents, so rather than risk her wrath at home, why not get something he liked for your weekends away instead?

uncle!Higuruma wants something a little stronger than tea however, and says you should really try this new cocktail he's been liking himself lately, already in the process of making you one of these mysterious drinks before you can even think about saying no. Taking advantage of the fact that you were paying more attention to the movie than him at the moment, he adds a little too much alcohol to the fruity drink (whoopsies), insisting you down it as fast as possible and immediately making you a second. It is really good; your first glass went down so quick that you hardly noticed the usual biting, alcoholic taste, if anything it was more like a sweet juice. You reason that if you can’t really taste the alcohol then it obviously can’t be that strong, right? Besides, they both know how much of a lightweight you are…

You were so wrong it was hilarious.

Three drinks in and you were decidedly drunk and very giggly. The movie an afterthought at this point; the ambrosial sighs and moans coming from all three of you drowned out whatever it was the people on the screen were saying anyway.

Your mind was long gone, settled in the middle of the large, comfortable couch, being passed between the two men in a sloppy make out, mouths and tongues exploring fervently, only interrupted by the occasional pause to gasp for heated breath.

You weren't quite sure when but at some point you were pulled onto someone's lap (Higuruma's), back pressed against his chest, and then your mouth was left abruptly lonely as someone else (Nanami) gently tugged off your t-shirt, goosebumps flaring along your arms as your skin was exposed to the cooler air. A low hum rumbled from Nanami's throat, you realized who it was when your hands became entangled in his blonde hair as he dipped to take one of your hard nipples between soft, wet lips. A little whine escapes you as you arch back into Higuruma, the soft curve of your ass pressing into his stiff cock, Nanami teasing your sensitive bud with his tongue and teeth, making you gasp and writhe beneath him and further against Higuruma.

It was now Higuruma's turn to give a husky growl, an electric wave rolling down your spine. There was a sudden, frantic adjusting and entangling and before you could do anything else Higuruma had your knees hooked over his arms, spreading you wide. You gasped again; if you hadn't been fully exposed to them before, you definitely were now.

"Look at you..." Nanami purred, pulling away from your breast, a long, thin trail of saliva connecting your skin to his perfect lips for a moment before it was broken by gravity. "Such a pretty girl...our pretty little doll..." the heat flared in your lower belly; Nanami reached down next to the couch to grab a small bottle of lubricant (it was stashed in various places all over the house), pouring a small amount into one hand.

Higuruma gasped sharply, hips stuttering forward and bumping into your ass as Nanami reached down between you two and grabbed his cock, the sight of his long fingers gripping Hiromi's length and coating him in the slick substance from between your legs made your cunt throb almost painfully around nothing, making you moan with need.

"Are you ready?" Kento leaned in closer, voice low, breath hot against your ear as his hand left Hiromi and instead both hands moved to your hips, one palm still wet with the lube.

"Yes,"

The singular, breathy sigh was all he needed; he gripped you with an almost bruising force and lifted, holding you up so that Higuruma could line up with your waiting entrance. But instead of sinking into your begging cunt, he dipped lower, pushing at your tight little backdoor.

Oh fuck

Higuruma and Nanami locked eyes as he lowered you onto the other man's slick, blushing tip, meeting a slight resistance as you involuntarily felt yourself tense up to keep him out.

"Relax baby girl..." now it was Hiromi's voice, whispered into the back of your neck, the bridge of his large nose brushing against your sensitive skin as his lips found you, leaving trails of soft, wet kisses, still gazing up into Nanami's eyes, Kento feeling his cheeks burning lightly.

You let out a little sigh and leaned back against him; he slipped in, Nanami giving a low moan, breaking their eye contact to look down, watching Higuruma's cock sinking deeper into your tight hole, pulling you down further along his length. Your moans are loud, crying out as you were stretched and filled in a way that you hadn't been for a long while, holding onto's Kento's wide shoulders for dear life as your entire body seemed to tremble.

"Hah, Oh fhuck your ass is so tight," Higuruma groaned, hips bucking upward into you as Nanami helped bounce you up and down along his dick. On the next downward push as Hiromi bottomed out, Nanami spat down onto his own neglected and throbbing cock, smearing it across his fat tip in one, smooth motion before thrusting into your soaked and leaking cunt, hilting you himself as he held you down.

You came instantly as Nanami shoved his thick cock into your waiting pussy with a low, hungry growl, not realizing how badly you had been waiting for the moment when your cunt was finally filled. You moaned and sighed, pussy gushing all over Kento's cock, writhing between the two men, your hips rolling and bouncing, mind turned to static as they rutted into you.

You lost track of how many times you came, soaking both of them as you gushed and squirted over and over, hips shaking and twitching as you let them share you, so full that you didn't know how it was even possible.

"Fuck," Higuruma again whined, falling out of rhythm with Nanami as his thrusts became hurried; desperate. "'m gunna cum doll-" you could feel him throbbing as he climaxed, shooting his hot load deep in your ass, grunting and groaning heavily as he grasped your legs tighter.

"Me too," Nanami's voice was a deep, breathy groan, his cock squirting inside you, painting your walls white, jackhammering into you as his hips bucked and jerked. You feel yourself also being pulled over the edge, pussy clenching and gripping around Nanami a final time as all three of you grind against one another, your own sweet juices mixing with theirs and dripping all over both men and the fabric of the couch.

"I think you're going to need another shower..." Higuruma eventually whispered softly against your ear, still panting slightly as he caught his breath when you had all finally stilled.

You couldn't help the loud burst of drunken laughter that rose from you, giggling wildly, Nanami giving a small sigh but a smile tugged the corners of his mouth.

"Don't keep her too long Hiromi, you know we have that reservation later..."

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[itelya]

divorced but.. ex-husband! nanami kento x fem! reader

synopsis: your ex-husband fvck you months after your divorce.

warnings: MDNI (NSFW), sad s€x, fIngering, creampIe, cvm, pvssydrunk, fatdIck, tears, love, mess, saliva, beg, i think its all

words: 2737.

a/n: bruh i have to repost i have so much rage omg but well..

You divorced Nanami a few months ago because he was becoming more and more distant, neglecting you without explanation. Every time you confronted him about it, it only made things worse. His apologies, although sincere, sounded more and more like empty promises.

When he confessed to you, in a last desperate effort, that he truly loved you and wanted you to stay, you understood that his words no longer touched you. You no longer believed them. That's what broke your heart even more.

Even if you had decided to leave, even if you thought his words no longer made sense, you found yourself there, on your bed being fingered by your ex-husband. You blamed yourself for being so weak but you had missed his thick and long fingers so much.

His fingers found their natural habitat. Nanami knows your body better than you do. He finds your g-spot so easily. His fingers curl inside you to tease your g-spot. It feels so good.

You couldn't help but instinctively close your trembling thighs but Nanami opens them again. "Don't think for a second about closing them, honey." Hearing him call you 'honey' made you palpitate but the memories of the past make you sad.

You moan and look at him, your eyes slightly blurred by the little tears. You look like an angel to him, you are so beautiful like the first day. Your hungry pussy swallows his fingers and doesn't let go. He wants to be inside you. Your pussy is heaven.

Your hands already hanging on his shoulders, pull him towards you and kiss him. It was clumsy, confused but passionate. His fingers sink further into you and his thumb still tickles your clitoris.

"Ken-! I.. Imgonna cum- hmh- soon!" You moan his name and incoherent things. He looks at you and smiles softly. The nickname you gave him at the beginning of your relationship. He missed it.

He leans towards your breasts still covered in his old t-shirt that he gave you, you hadn't managed to throw it away. It makes her smile then he looks at you. You understand that he wants you to take it off. You put it over your head and throw it into the room.

He gently licks one of your nipples already hardened by the excitement and the air of the room then bites it lightly. The slight pain mixes with the pleasure and makes you moan even more. You are slightly masochistic but you couldn't help it.

You feel like you are on the edge of the precipice. Your walls squeeze Nanami's fingers even more. You moan incomprehensible things and tears run down your pretty cheeks. "I- fuck imcoming! Ken’ ken!-"

A few moments later, you cum like you haven't done in months. Your lower body trembles, you scream his name and cling to him and dig your nails into his broad shoulders. Your juices squirt against his hand.

"Ken! Kento..", you look at him still overwhelmed by your orgasm, your eyes whimpering. He removes his fingers from you and puts them in his mouth. He had missed your taste so much. Your juices taste like heaven.

"You taste so good.. I missed them. I'm sorry my love, I didn't mean to hurt you." His words were sweet in your ear. He removes his fingers from his mouth and a light trickle of drool connects them. It was so sexy.

He takes a handkerchief and wipes his fingers then throws it away. He completely removes his shirt which was half open. He is still as fit as ever. His torso seems even more toned than before.

"Do you like what I see darling?" He smiles slightly. You don't answer and look away. He lets out a small laugh. He removes the rest of his clothes. When he removes his boxers, his cock straightens up, patting his abs.

It's so perfect, big and thick and sexy veins all over its length slightly curved upwards. You can't even close your hand around its thick girth. You need your second hand. You love so much his dick.

His cock looks so angry like it hasn't been touched in a long time. His head is red and leaking precum. You want it in your mouth but now you just want his cock in you.

"Do you have any condoms love?" He looks at you as your gaze was on his dick. His fingers place themselves under your chin and lift your head. You shake your head.

"No, how could I have predicted that my ex-husband was going to show up and fuck me?" You laugh a little, you are sarcastic.

Your remark makes her smile. "That's right.." Her hand rests on his cock and begins to gently move back and forth. A vein appears on his forehead, that's when he's frustrated. So hot.

"Fuck me without Kento," you say. He looks into your eyes searching for any hesitation but there was none. You're sure. You couldn't stop there. You need him in your pussy, now.

"Are you sure, sweetheart?" You nod, sure of yourself. He smiles again then his big firm hands turn you over to put you on your stomach. You reposition yourself as you wish.

Your ass is in the air towards him and your upper body is against your pillow. You feel the weight of his cock against your ass. You can't help but throb in anticipation. His firm hand rests on one of the cheeks of your ass and kneads it.

Nanami removes his hand and his two thumbs spread your soaking lips. His cock rubs against them. You're so wet that he doesn't really need any lube. He leans towards you and speaks:

"Are you really on, love? I don't want to make you uncomfortable..", his voice is low but soft against your ear. You nod shyly. You really want it. He understands and smiles. He gives you a light kiss on the shoulder and begins to enter you. You can't help but let out a small cry.

"Ken.. mh- fuck", your voice is weak and trembling. The intrusion was slightly painful but so good. You haven't done much in months, you missed it.

His big dick stretches the tight walls of your cunt rarely touched in months. Shit, the stretching was so good that small tears escape from your eyes. He starts hard and deep hip thrusts into you.

"I missed this pussy so much... you are made for me aren't you?" He pulls your hair back forcing your head to come out of the pillow. You are already a complete mess. Your mouth is swollen and red and drool is coming out. And your eyes are filled with tears.

"You are so beautiful, I'm sorry honey.. I don't deserve you. I was such an idiot.. shit." He seems sincere. He leans towards you and turns your head towards him and kisses you. He starts pushing into you slowly and picks up the pace.

The kiss is still as messy but passionate. You close your eyes and moan into the kiss as he continues these hip thrusts. On the contrary, he doesn't close his eyes. He looks at you and regrets even more what he made you go through.

You are so beautiful, you are his universe, his landmark in this world that he finds shitty and boring. He worked hard so that you could settle down together in your dream country, but along the way, he lost you.

He detaches himself from your lips. His lips stay close to you and whispers sorry to despair. You wanted to tell him it was nothing but that would be lying. He hurt you even though you know it wasn't his intention.

His hand slides between your legs and makes small circles and lightly pinches your swollen clit. Your walls tighten around him. The sound of your ass against his hips filled the room. It was such beautiful music with your moans for him.

"I- I.. nghh! kentoo I feel like Imgoing to…", you stutter without wanting to under the intensity of nanami. He is so wild at the moment but you appreciate it so much.

"I know love." His voice seemed deeper, almost hoarse. Your pussy is heaven. She swallows his cock without restraint and squeezes him. He feels that he is soon on the edge too. "Let's change position baby."

You nod and feel him pull out. The disappearance of his cock in you made you cry a little without understanding why.

Nanami lies down and makes you understand that he wants you on him. You place yourself in front of his cock soaked with your juices and you move back and forth on his length with both hands. You hear some deep moans escape from Nanami.

Your gaze rises to him and you see his face a bit of a mess. He is so cute like that. It reminds you of your first time together. A small smile forms on your face.

You finally decide to put yourself above his big dick and enter inch by inch in your tight and wet entrance. You moan at the sweet intrusion and Nanami lets out a grunt of satisfaction. Your muscles tighten around him.

After a few moments of adjustment, you start moving. Nanami places his hands on your hips and lets you follow the rhythm. Your hands rest on his big hard chest and caress it.

You move up and down slowly, feeling every pulse of his cock inside you, every shiver that runs up your spine. Your head tilts back as the cream between your bodies clings to you.

Nanami grips your hips a little tighter, groaning with every movement of your pelvis. His thumbs trace slow circles on your skin, as if trying to encourage you to go even faster, even deeper.

"You're as beautiful as an angel... I'm so sorry, my love," he breathes, his voice husky, almost broken by the mixture of pleasure and remorse.

His burning gaze pierces you, rekindling something inside you you thought was buried. It makes you tingle even more. You unconsciously pick up the pace, your clit rubbing against his blond hairs at the base of his stomach.

Nanami leans back and captures your mouth in a wild kiss, a mixture of raw desire and adoration. His tongue dances with yours, your ragged breaths mingling.

When he breaks the kiss to place light kisses on your jaw, you hear him breathe, almost desperately, "I missed you..."

You don't answer right away, unable to speak as your body craves more. You continue to roll your hips more eagerly, feeling his cock pulse, vibrating violently inside you. Your nails dig into his broad shoulders, marking his skin, as the wave of pleasure approaches dangerously.

Nanami, half-closed, looks at you as if you were his only reason for living, his hand sliding towards your stomach, down to your swollen bud, which he teassed with an almost cruel slowness.

In a whisper, barely audible so he wouldn't hear it: "Ken... I missed you too..." Your confession slips between you, fragile, like a shameful secret you wished you hadn't.

"I'm really going to... ngh- to cum... Ken—" Your body can't resist anymore. It trembles violently against him as the orgasm sweeps you away in a hot wave. Your walls tighten around him, squeezing with such force that Nanami groans, losing control too. You're squeezing him so hard.

With one last thrust of his hips, he unleashes himself deep inside you, filling you with his hot, viscous cum. A low moan escapes his lips, echoing in your ear.

You stand there, panting, your forehead pressed against his sweaty chest, your bodies still intertwined, your hearts pounding, unable to fall back down just yet.

Nanami runs a hand through your disheveled hair, caresses the nape of your neck with painful tenderness. He lifts your chin, searches your gaze, and without a word, he kisses you again, languidly.

The kiss is slow, desperate, full of nostalgia and everything unsaid between you. When he finally releases you, he looks at you for a long time, his thumb brushing your cheek.

You lie on top of him, his hot breath sliding against the nape of your neck. His cock, still inside you, hard, throbbing gently inside you, as if he refuses to leave you, to truly let you go. His hands continue to slide down your back, slow and trembling. A long silence falls, broken only by your heavy breathing.

"I- I want you again," he murmurs against your skin. His voice is hoarse, imploring. He pulls back and straightens slightly, tilting you onto your side without withdrawing from you. Your heart skips a beat as he repositions himself above you, his torso brushing against your bare chest.

His hips roll slowly, bringing his cock back, hardening against your thigh and sliding against your still-sensitive clit. A plaintive moan escapes you despite yourself.

"Can I? Please, my love..." His words are a desperate breath against your mouth before he kisses you again. This kiss is slower, more painful too. You feel all the guilt he's trying to stifle. You nod and suddenly feel him inside you.

His thrusts are slower but still just as deep. He wants to take his time this time. With each thrust is a silent declaration, an "I'm sorry," a "forgive me," that he didn't dare say out loud before. You feel his hand slide into your hair, tugging gently to expose your throat, where he leaves a trail of feverish, wet kisses.

"Why... why was I such a jerk..." You hear his voice break against your skin. You don't answer. You don't have the strength, but your body speaks for you, arching under his touch, welcoming every inch with desperate hunger.

Nanami presses his forehead against yours, his eyes fixed on yours. He slowly rolls his hips, keeping you both on the edge, just on the edge of pleasure without ever completely tipping over.

"I want you to come for me again... I want you to scream my name, like before," he moans against your lips. He pushes a little harder, a little deeper. A high-pitched cry escapes you, your body already ready to buckle under the pressure.

You beg him with your eyes. He knows that look, you want him to go harder. He's unable to resist you, so he speeds up, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more devastating, as if he wants to mark you with his love in your gut.

The obscene sound of your bodies mingles with your muffled moans. You feel your stomach tighten, your clitoris burning with the friction of your movements.

"Ken- phf.. Kento..!"

You cry out his name in a strangled moan as your orgasm explodes suddenly, almost painfully. Your body arches beneath him, your walls squeezing him so tightly that he has no choice but to follow you.

With a guttural moan, he slams into you a second time, gripping your hips so tightly you're sure to see marks tomorrow. He's come a lot, you can feel it. He pulls out, and you feel his hot cum leak from your lips and drip onto the rumpled sheets.

You lie there, bound, breathless, trembling, eyes closed. Silence falls again. A bitter silence this time, a little ashamed. Nanami strokes your cheek, his fingers trembling with pent-up emotion and hesitant.

"I still love you," he finally breathes, so quietly you almost think you imagined it. You feel a burning sensation behind your eyelids, but you refuse to cry now.

"Ken-... don't ever leave me again... or I'll kill you." You raise your arms and pull him closer. You snuggle against his shoulder without another word, listening to his warm but gentle breath. A small tear escapes you, out of sadness or love? You don't know.

"Never again. I promise." He pauses and smiles slightly against your damp hair. "Marry me again, please... Give me another chance. Let me spend the rest of my life with you, my love."

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