#i know this. i do not care. will my ducks get heat stroke.

[powdermelonkeg]

Google is getting progressively, frustratingly more useless.

[prettiestlovergirl]

RIDE-ALONG

tw: MDNI; fem!reader; tour bus sex; riding; unprotected sex (wrap it b4 you tap it); slight breeding kink; praise kink; light hand job; light thigh riding; hickeys; drummer! luke

a/n: pushing the drummer! luke au agenda!! bcos it is hot as fuck and makes me very happy. n YES, i'm using mami as a nickname, bcos i'm a latina, and i'm deeply obsessed with being called mami. unedited, lol. enjoy, my lovelies! 𓆩♡𓆪

it had been three long months since luke had gone on tour with the band.

you were proud of him, of course you were proud, but you missed him so much. the phone calls, text messages, and face times just weren't cutting it anymore!

you were supposed to fly out a visit him next week, but you just couldn't wait any longer. you booked the next flight out, asked his bandmate chris which bar they were heading to once you landed, and called an uber.

luke had been ecstatic to see you, not even giving you a few minutes to greet the rest of the band before practically mauling you. "fuck, mami, what are you doing here?!" he had grinned, his hands instantly finding your waist and pulling you close.

before you could even attempt to explain, he had muttered a quick "fuck it, i don't care why" and dragged you right back out of the bar without another word to his friends.

they teasingly whistled and cheered as you walked out, but you couldn't care less. they could tease all they wanted; you were the only ones guaranteed to get laid that night.

neither one of you wanted to wait and uber to a hotel so... the tour bus was really your only option.

the second the door closed, luke pounced on you. his hands grabbed your ass, squeezing it roughly to hear you moan against his lips. "'m so fucking glad you're here, mami." he groaned, his fingers traveling to the front of your shorts to start pulling them off.

"fuck, me too, couldn't wait anymore" you panted, hands gliding under his shirt to feel his smooth skin before tugging the fabric up. he pulled away from your lips, just to get his shirt off before instantly bringing his lips back down to yours.

you quickly slipped off your own shirt before he moved onto his small bed, just barely wide enough to fit you both. you buried your fingers into his hair, grinding down against him while you both moaned in desperation.

your lips trailed down to his neck, kissing and nipping at the skin while he brought his hands down to quickly get his jeans off. you weren't usually one to leave marks along his body, but not seeing him for months turned you a bit possessive.

"so fucking hot." he murmured, groaning as your teeth sunk into his skin again. he moved his hands back up to your hips, helping you grind faster against him.

you felt like a fucking teenager again, grinding against him with the thin layer of your panties and his boxers keeping you from the skin on skin contact you craved more than anything.

"need you, luke." you moaned, fingers reaching down to tug off his boxers, tossing them off along with your panties. they scattered around with the rest of your clothes you'd have to pick up later.

"i know, mami, i know, fuck" he hissed, head falling back against the pillow as your spit-covered hand wrapped around his angry, swollen cock. pre dripped out of his tip as you started slowly jerking him off, grinding your soaked pussy against his leg.

luke's hands gripped your hips, helping you grind against his thigh while your hand moved in steady strokes. your pussy leaked arousal onto his skin, making it easier to gain friction against him.

"can't wait anymore, need you inside me." you whimpered as he nodded, holding your hips tighter as you lifted yourself up, ducking a bit so you wouldn't smack your head into the top bunk.

you let out a guttural moan as you finally started to sink down onto him, nails digging into his skin desperately as he filled you up, inch by delicious inch.

"fuck" he moaned, his hips bucking up into your wet heat, forcing you to take more of him. you let out a gasp as he thrusted up, making you whine as you sunk down until he was completely inside of you.

it knocked the air out of you both, you were both so fucking desperate for one another you nearly came on impact. "fuck, shit, shit, hold on, mami, shit." he groaned, holding you for a second to keep you from moving.

"gonna cum if you move right now just, fuck, give me a second." he panted, closing his eyes for a second and trying to go through his list of horrifically unsexy things to keep from cumming in you instantly.

you pressed your palms against his chest, mouth open as you tried to catch your breath while he stretched your poor, needy pussy wide open.

"need to move, please." you begged, biting your lip as you looked down at him. you did your best not to rock against him, but god it was so hard, you craved the friction he'd been depriving you of for months.

after a beat, he nodded, signaling you could finally start to move. immediately after receiving the okay, you started to rock your hips back and forth, moaning out in pure bliss. he felt so fucking good inside you, you just felt so full.

"aw, come on, mami. i know you can do better than that." he groaned, bucking his hips up into you again just to hear you squeal. you pouted a bit but dug your knees into the mattress as you started to bounce up and down on his cock.

luke moaned as you bounced up and down, loving just how fucking tight you felt around him. so much better than his hand, nothing could possibly feel better than having you here like this.

"yeah, just like that mami, good girl." he praised, bringing one of his hands to start rubbing your swollen n puffy clit. you moaned out happily, speeding up your pace as you continued to bounce on him.

it wasn't long before you started getting closer and closer to the threshold, your pace starting to get uneven and sloppy. his eyes were fixed on where your bodies connected, relishing in the creamy white ring your arousal created at the base of his cock.

luke pulled his hand away from your clit, holding onto your waist tightly before starting to thrust up into you again and again. he kept you steady as he thrusted, practically bruising your cervix with every thrust as you moaned out loudly.

he thrusted into you as you gasped out his name, doing your best to roll your hips with every thrust to create more and more friction. "fuck, gonna make me cum, mami. gonna cum inside you, fuckin' fill you up." he grunted.

"yes, please, fuck." you nodded, rolling your hips faster as your back arched.

"you like that idea, huh? me filling you up?" he let out a slightly strangled chuckle as he continued to thrust, and your hips continued to roll and grind down against him.

he bucked up into you a few more times before his grip loosened, his back hitting the pillow as he came deep inside you. your hips continued to roll against his until your own orgasm came crashing over you and you practically collapsed onto him.

you didn't know how long you laid there like that, his hands around your waist, thumb brushing over your tender skin. you didn't say anything, you didn't have to, there would be time to talk tomorrow. right now, you were both content to lay in your bliss.

well, lay in your bliss until chris started banging on the door. "are you two fuckers done in there? the rest of us have shit to grab!" he called out, making you blush as luke simply groaned.

"fuck off, get it tomorrow! 'm nowhere near done."

ᵈⁱᵛⁱᵈᵉʳ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵇʸ @ᵐᵘʳᵘᶠᶠⁱⁿ

[some-bunniii]

Lucifer dotes on a pregnant!reader [Sneak Peek]

you can find the original prompt here! fem!reader with no use of y/n.

EDIT: Full fic here!

take this little (unedited) blurb from my upcoming longfic! it’s another big one folks, maybe as long as my soul deal fic when it’s finished. character building underneath all that fluff y’know. i’m 13k words in and still going strong, so stay tuned!

“So…. I was a little bored last night,” Lucifer started, adjusting his long collar nervously as you regarded him with a quirked brow, “and, well, seeing as you didn’t have much for the baby, I thought I could give you a hand, soooo I made you this!”

His arm quickly lifted towards you, and you leaned forward to get a look at the small object in his hand.

Nestled in Lucifer’s palm, was a small, yellow rubber ducky. Your eyes widened, breath hitched, as your gaze flicked from the toy to Lucifer, then back to the ducky adorned with a small, white hat. He watched your reaction intensely, and at your silence he cracked an awkward grin.

“For the little one, in case you didn’t have anything for them. It’s even got a little baker's hat, since I know that’s kind of your thing.”

Tears pricked at your eyes, and you took the duck gingerly from his hand, turning it over as you traced the outline of the beak, the cute little hat, and finally the adorable tail feathers curled at its back. It stirred something in you, your stomach swimming with emotions that were threatening to bubble up and consume you while staring at the toy.

He made this… for your baby? As a gift to you? 

That was so sweet of him, and not even Charlie had given you something so thoughtful. Sure, she paid for a majority of your baby necessities—which you owed her your life for, no matter how much the girl disagreed—but she never presented you with something made from the heart like this.

Lucifer did, though. Even if he made a million matching yellow duckies beforehand, he still made this one specifically for you. Had your ex ever cared enough to do something like this for you? You couldn’t recall. And yet, a man who was practically a stranger before you was the one to care enough.

Fuck, you were about to cry. You tried to steel yourself, holding back tears. 

You met Lucifer’s gaze after a few moments, as you softly stroked the little toy with your thumb. The fallen angel only grimaced at your reaction, his smile faltering slightly as he watched your eyes well with tears and your lip start to quiver.

“Do you hate it?” He asked slowly, and you began sniffling softly hiccups building in your chest as you blinked in confusion.  

“Hate—hic—It? Why would you think…?” You started, before you felt tears welling up underneath your chin, and dripping softly onto the ducky close to your chest. 

You mentally slapped yourself, of course Lucifer would think you disliked it with how emotional you were being. Shame ate at you after that. Here the King of Hell was, thinking about you and your baby and making something in his own free time, only for you to reward him with tears.

Curse these hormones!

Now, the quiet sniffles that escaped you were from both sadness and delight, as you clutched the rubber ducky closer to your chest. The tears spilled faster from your cheeks, wetting the ground beneath you. A few droplets landed on your exposed arm, and its cool touch was a welcome sensation from the heat boiling underneath your skin. 

“I-I-I’m sorry, Your Majesty,” you finally breathed, rubbing a hand across your face to get rid of the tears, before you inhaled a sharp breath to calm yourself, “I’m sorry for being such a… such a—”

You clamped your mouth shut, trying to rope in the last bit of control you had over your emotions that were threatening to come undone. You sucked in a large, sputtering breath and Lucifer leaned back, just as your lips quivered violently.

“—a wreck!” you wailed after that, placing your free hand to your mouth to try and hold in your sobs.

Lucifer jumped slightly, closing in the small distance between the two of you as he rushed to your side. He bit his lip, his hand reaching towards you to give comfort, before he hastily pulled it back.

“Wait, no! You’re not a wreck, you’re completely fine. Perfect, even! Oh, please don’t cry…” 

The man was starting to pace as you held a hand to your mouth, slowly but surely clamping down on your outburst of emotion.

“Here, have another one!” A second rubber ducky appeared with a red burst of smoke, landing softly into his palm as he lifted it towards your face, “Don’t worry I have a lot more at home!”

The duckies cute little apron, displaying a cookie and two tiny wooden spoons in the shape of an X, only made your lip quiver more violently. Lucifer slowly pulled the third ducky behind his back and out of view, staring at you with concern as you tried to catch your breath.

“It’s so cute!” you gasped through the tears, before rubbing your eyes once more.

“You think so?” He replied in disbelief.

You nodded your head vigorously, smiling through the tears as you clutched both ducks to your chest. Lucifer slowly caught on, before breathing a large sigh of relief like he just avoided doomsday.

“Are… you two okay?” Came a familiar voice from the edge of the room. You turned your head to see … 🫣

ah, the wonders of hormonal pregnancy changes! sorry for the wait 😔 health issues have arisen and the motivation to write plummets when you’re in pain, but don’t worry, i’m still writing everyday and it should be out soon <3

thanks for the patience 🤍

[bluurene]

dom!possessive!gp!minji x sub!fem!reader

a/n : when you say yandere im gonna say possessive just because..

warnings ; gagging, size play(?), pet names like baby, slut, just jealous possessive min🙌

You are one of the prettiest girls in schools, alot of the guys wants you. You told them you're taken numerous times but all they did was ignore it and keep on trying to get your number.

Now this made your girlfriend angry, jealous.

Some people were scared of Minji because of how cold she was. But most of them are inlove with her because of that, they found it quite attractive.

You aren't worried about the girls flirting with Minji because you knew Minji would turn them down but you still can't help but feel jealous.

. . .

You were waiting for Minji to finish her class but as always some rando would come up to you.

Looking up from your phone, expecting the same guys again but you were met with Yunjin—the popular basketball player in school. You could see her friends behind her from afar, snickering at Yunjin.

"Hey yn, who are you waiting for?" She asked, smiling at you. Maybe she only wanted to be friends with you. "I was just waiting for Minji." You smiled back and she nodded. "Ah, I see. You look really pretty today, by the way." Yunjin looks away shyly when she said that and to be honest it was a cute reaction. "Thank you, Yunjin." You giggled, only making Yunjin's face more red.

You didnt notice Minji staring at the both of you. She just got out of class, a tiring one. So, seeing Yunjin trying to get close to you just made her more irritated.

"yn"

minji called out for you, surprising you a little. "Minji, you're out already." You said but your girlfriend did not say anything else and grabbed your wrist, dragging you to her dorm leaving Yunjin and her friends confused.

. . .

The door was slammed shut behind you, causing you to slightly jump.

Minji turned around to look at you, her eyes darkening. Her hands reached down to tug on her pants, showing her boxers. You could see the big bulge on her boxers and you gulped, knowing what is about to come. "Get down on your knees and suck." She demanded. Not wanting to disappoint her, you got on your knees, facing her bulge.

You pulled it down, freeing her cock from its confines. It was long, thick and veiny. "What are you waiting for? Suck it, slut." Minji growled, her hand gripping your hair and tugging on it.

You got to work, starting by licking the tip then down to the base. When you're sure your salive was coating her cock, you started stroking her. Minji's head hung back, groaning as you jerked her off. You gave kisses on the tip before taking it whole, ducking her off. Her length almost gagging you. "Fuck, take more." She grumbles, thrusting her hips forward which made her cock go deeper, her tip hitting the back of your throat.

She continued her relentless thrusting in your mouth while you gagged, but you weren't even pushing her away, you like it when she does this.

Before she wss about to cum though, she pulled out, letting you breath again. "Not yet." She muttered to herself. She pulled you up, then dragging you further in the room and pushing you down on the bed. She quickly unzips your skirt then pulling it down harshly. Seeing your wet panties, she smirked. "Huh, you're so wet baby. Did Yunjin do this or was it because of how deep my cock went in your mouth?" She rips the fabric off, not even caring at this point. "Why did you do that-" You went quiet when you saw Minji glaring at you.

She propped your legs up on her shoulders, aligning her cock with your pussy. She slowly pushed in, both of you moaned at the feel. She was big, you could see the bulge on your stomach when her cock went in. "You're so tight, baby." She began pounding in you, giving you little time to adjust to her size. Your hands gripped the sheets beneath you while Minji thrusted in you like a wild animal in heat. "You like that? Like when I fuck you like this?" She teased, beginning to thrust even faster and harder which got you screaming her name, the people outside must have heard it. "Maybe you prefer Yunjin doing this to you. I bet she can't fuck you as good as I do." All you could do was whine in response, submitting yourself to her.

Minji leaned down to litter your neck with hickeys. "Guess I need to mark you up to let them know you're mine huh?" She lightly bit your shoudler blade, moaning against it. "Minji, I-Im cumming.." You moaned, your hands on her back, digging your sharp nails into her skin that made her groan. "Then..shit..cum for me, slut." She thrusts even faster, also feeling herself coming.

Soon, you came with Minji who painted your insides with her cum. Both of you were panting and Minji pulled out, immediately laying beside you on the bed. She pulled you close to her, nuzzling her face against your marked up neck. Her soft side was back. "Hm..that felt nice." She mumbles. "Dont you want to clean up?" You said, slowly stroking her hair. "Later, I want to cuddle for now.." Hearing this, you giggled.

. . .

The next day, Yunjin wanted to take another shot. She saw that you were wearing a turtle neck sweater which confused her. "Hey yn, dont you feel hot?" She asked. You looked up at her and chuckled awkwardly. "Not really..." You said, tugging on your collar, Yunjin able to see the hickey that Minji made. Her jaw dropped and her eyes widened. What a way to know that you have no chance. She thought.

[badaleesbish]

Could you do #1 with sub bada receiving

☆ { going } down on them in the backseat of a car

°PAIRINGS:

𝚜𝚞𝚋!𝚋𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚎 𝚡 𝚍𝚘𝚖!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚏𝚎𝚖!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

°CW:

𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆, 𝙼𝙳𝙽𝙸, 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚢, 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 (𝚋. 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜), 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚎𝚡, 𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚡...

𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝 𝙻𝚒𝚜𝚝...♡

You couldn't sleep, tossing and turning all night long while your beautiful wife slept peacefully beside you. You tried not to move so much in fear that you may wake up Bada, but it was too late.

"Baby... are you okay?" Bada asked yawning slightly turning her body to face you. "What's wrong?"

"Aww, baby, I'm sorry for waking you. I just can't sleep no matter how hard I try, I just can't." You answered, stroking her wild bed hair down, placing a kiss on her lips. "You should go back to sleep, you have a lot to do today. I'll be fine."

Bada pulled herself from the covers, walked out to the closet pulling two jackets, one for you and one for herself. "Let's go for a drive."

You tilted your head in confusion. "Bada, it's one in the morning. You feeling okay?"

"Yes, I feel just fine and I know what time it is. Here, put this on, and let's go for a quick drive." Bada tossed the jacket to you and grabbed her keys. "It will help you sleep."

The two of you made your way to Bada's car, you insisted on driving but Bada declined stating that you still try to sleep. The drive began, soft music playing from the radio as Bada drove down the quite empty road beside a few cars coming from or going to clubbing. Bada drove with one hand on the steering wheel and the other intertwined with yours, the night lights reflecting on her glasses, her bare face glowing under the lights, her jacket engulfed her body stopping right above her bare thighs... oh her thighs... her beautiful soft toned thighs.

You want her right now. So badly... right now...

You bring her hand to your lips placing kisses upon it, Bada looked at you briefly, smiling shyly before focusing back on the road her hand gripping the wheel tightly causing her knuckles to whiten. You watched Bada's thighs squeeze together, reaching over you rubbed her thigh your hand slipping between her thighs inching close to her heated core.

"You should pull over, baby. This is very dangerous, ya know." You said sliding your hand down her short, palming her hot core. "No panties, baby girl? Naughty girl."

Bada whined, pulling the car over to the side of the road. She grabbed your wrist, halting you from any movement. "Baby, we shouldn't... what if we get caught?"

"Aww baby, we've done way worse. Remember the club in your booth after winning the show or the beach for my birthday or our honeymoon in the pool?" You recalled some of the events where the two of you got freaky in public... Horny Bitches.

"Y... Yes, I did." Bada's face began to heated up turning burning red as she replayed each scene in her head. Those were some very... nice night...

"Okay, so what's so different this time? It's just me and you." You stated before climbing into the backseat. "Now, get your sexy ass back here."

Bada bit her lip looking around at the surroundings before locking the door and climbing onto your laps straddling you. Her head hitting the roof of the car, she had to ducked down due to her height.

"Ow... " Bada whined rubbing the top of her head before pressing her lips against yours. "Damn light hit my head."

You laughed. "Maybe you should lay down on the seat. I'm gonna to take care of you baby."

"Okay, but what about you? Don't you want to feel good?" Bada asked changing her position laying back on the seats as you placed yourself between her legs.

"Sweetheart, as long as you are satisfied that's all the pleasure I need." You explained pressing your lips against hers in soft passionate kiss. Kissing along her neck you began to trail down her body pushing her shirt up placing kisses along her breast and down her toned abs stopping right above her clothed core.

Bada propped herself up. "What'd you stop?"

"Tell me what you need. I'm all ears, sweetheart." You said deciding to tease her a bit.

"Baby, please don't make me say it. You know what I want." Bada whined out of embarrassment she hates it when you do this to her but she knows if she doesn't do as she's told there will be consequences.

"Whiny little slut who doesn't listen, well we both know what that makes means..." You removed yourself from her body preparing to climb into the driver's seat before Bada grabbed your arm.

"Okay, okay, I'll do it. Please don't leave me like this... it hurts." Bada whined once more. "I want you to use your mouth to devour me like I'm your last meal. I want you to use your fingers to fuck me until I feel so full I will bust, pretty pretty please." Bada didn't stumble nor stutter when letting you know what she wants some times she just needs a little push, a little scare.

"Okay, baby, since you asked so nicely. You're such a freak, you know that." You lowered yourself between her legs once again, pulling down her shorts, placing them to the side. Your face inches away from her glistening core.

"You made me this way. You turned me into your dirty little slut." Bada pants feeling the slow breathes from your lips against her core.

"Did I now? Let's face it you've always been this way just needed the right person to bring it out of you." You made eye contact with Bada smirking at her teasing her once again, you both know the meaning behind that.

You gliding your fingers through her folds collecting her slick onto your fingers before sliding them into your mouth moaning at her taste. "Shit you taste so fucking good. So fucking sweet."

You hooked her leg over your shoulder and pushed the other to the side as you dive into Bada's wet core. Your tongue dragged along her folds, your face buried into her, tongue swirling around her clit, Bada's mouth agape, head flew back, eyes squeezed shut as you made her feel just right... so good.

"Oh god! Baby..." Bada cried out. Her hands gripped onto the seats, digging her nail into the leather. She grinds her hips against your tongue, wanting to create more friction, but you wrapped your arms around her hips, pinning them down to the seat, causing Bada to whine. "More, please..."

You smiled against her skin as you eased a finger into her pumping in and out allowing her to adjust to the feeling. "You're so tight, sweetheart. Always so tight for me but so ready to take it for me."

"Stop saying that..." Bada clenched around your finger at those words she felt like she could cum just from the dirty words that you speak.

"Aww, what? Are you gonna cum at the sound of my voice? Again, baby? I turn you on that much?" You caught Bada by slipping another finger inside of her slick hole, latching onto her clit once again as your pace began to bulid up.

Each pound from your fingers hit the right spot as Bada called out for more letting you know, 'Right there, that's it' she has always been so vocal during sex making sure you know how good you make her feel.

"Baby... I think..." Bada began to peak, causing her body to heat up. Your pace never slowed, and your mouth never released her. You knew it was coming, and you wanted to be soaked in her, to drown in her sweet, sweet juice.

"Please, please, please..." Bada begged her orgasm ripped through her body spreading through her veins she gushed into you mouth as you continued to pound into her slurping up her juice.

"C'mon baby, one more time..." You released her pussy with a pop keeping your mouth open for the last gush. "Do it for me baby."

"Oh, fuck..." Bada cried out her eyebrow furrowed as her body jerked her pussy gushing for you again. Your pumping slowed as she rode down from her high.

You dipped your head slurping up her juice from her sensitive core. "I just can't get enough of you. The way you taste is so... uhm." You pulled away from her coming back to her face as Bada laid there so fucked out pressing your lips against hers causing her to whimper in the kiss.

"Maybe you should get some sleep, baby? You seem tired." You said sarcastically laughing at how fucked out she was. "I'll drive us home."

"Fuck you."

[xazse]

Notes: Sorry to everyone who was looking forward to Genshin stuff, I just had to write for Miguel he’s been plaguing my mind.

Pairings: Miguel X fem!reader

Tags: Thigh-fucking, Nipple-sucking, kinda-meanReader, SubMiguel, Neglected Miguel. If I forgot anything else please lmk

Sweet soft pecks on Miguel’s cheeks, even your feather light touches are driving him insane, you’ve purposely been avoiding him, depriving him: taking on missions nonstop so you can have him extra needy the next time he ducks into your apartment.

Just like these past few weeks constantly having him run in circles. ‘Oh you can see me next week,’ getting his hopes up then sending him that dreading message of ‘Oh I’m so sorry Miguel, we’ll have to cancel :(.’

You aren’t sorry one bit, not even a sorry bone in your soft body.

So when he does manage to get a slot in your oh so busy schedule, he’s planning to take full advantage of getting his fill of you for the weeks to come, where you’ll play him like a fiddle all over again.

“M’ sorry Miguel” you pout ever so fake, moving your lips to connect with the corner of his mouth over and over again. He can’t help when his facade of being angry starts to break down and he fully lets you in. Lacing his hands with yours and letting you guide him to the couch.

Softly sitting him down and propping down on his lap and swinging your legs up on the couch, you continue with your sweet ministrations, rubbing a hand up and down his chest: slow and sultry clearly trying to savor the moment for what it was.

His half lidded eyes are following your hands, intently following every move you make. When you grind your ass down on him particularly hard, he bucks his hips up groaning and letting his hard cock be known, just a bit of touching always has Miguel like this, always cooped up in his office tends to let him have no time for himself.

Your sly hands slide right under his white T-shirt, palms guiding all the way up to his nipples, you pinch one of them In-between your thumb and pointer finger causing another groan to slip past his lips and his hand to grip your waist with more force than he had intended.

“I’ve been neglecting you for a while now huh? No wonder you’re so sensitive” you emphasize while flicking both his nipples, he lets out a loud moan, oh if the others could hear how their leader sounded like a bitch in heat.

“I’ll take good care of you m’kay?“ he slowly nods covering his mouth, whilst you swirl his nipple within your fingers. “Here, hold your shirt” you move the bottom of his shirt towards his mouth and he obediently obeys, now you have a full view of his chest, darkened nipples on full display for your teasing.

You shift to pull his cock from its tight confines, spreading your legs and letting the sensitive thing rest inbetween your thighs, you go to stroke him, using his precum as lube, his breath hitches when your fingers dance around his tip.

“I’ll let you use my thighs for today baby, is that okay?” You stare at him with that evil convincing smile, he’s in no place to refuse your generous offer so he nods his head in defeat.

He watches as you slide your shorts up your thighs, pressing so nicely against the outline of your cunt, his cock twitches against you when you flex and tighten yourself around him.

You do something that entirely surprises him when you lean towards his chest and place your mouth on one of his nipples, he jumps but that earns him a good squeeze from your thighs, he finds himself not completely hating the feeling of your tongue flicking his nipple repeatedly.

He’s panting, and shifting his hips upward in a routine now: his shirt drenched in his own drool. Clearly enjoying all the pleasure you��re giving him. Not knowing what to do with his hands he moves one to grip your hair pushing you further against his nipple- a ploy to get you to give him even more and of course you do.

His cock is a beet red by now, covered in his cum, trying so hard to chase that orgasm that’s been building within him for weeks now, his strong thighs are practically bouncing you up and down rubbing against your clit every-time he comes down, now isn’t the time to be worried about your pleasure, you only want to focus on him but the growing pleasure is getting hard to disregard by the minute.

You hear a loud groan croak in the air and Miguel gripping your hair rather hard.

Thick spurts of his cum landing on you in globs, while he’s panting loudly in your ear trying to calm himself from his high.

Ignoring the wetness inbetween your cunt, you let go of his nipple with a lewd pop, and he buries his head into your neck. You oblige and rub his back while softly cooing at him that he did so good.

[jusst-you-race]

hi! hope this finds you well! 😊 I was wondering if you'd be open to doing Lewis/Seb with maybe a mix of 7 and 46?

absolutely! hope you enjoy! i'm having a lot of fun dipping my toes into some sewis! prompt list

a kiss to shut them up + a kiss out of jealousy

“Did you see the overtake he pulled on Oscar? I was very impressed. Especially with how much faster the McLaren is.”

Lewis hums non committedly. He continues stoking his hands up and down Seb’s sides.

“I’m just very proud of him. It was a good race, he needed one of those.” 

Lewis ‘mmhmm’s and presses his nose into the crook of Seb’s neck, mouthing slightly at the skin there.

“I just hope that things are better within the team now, he doesn’t need to be dealing with all of that on top of the car being bad.”

Lewis sighs.

“And also—”

Whatever Seb had been about to say next gets muffled by the firm, deliberate kiss that Lewis presses to his mouth. It only takes a second for him to realise what’s going on and respond, and for a second Lewis just leans into it, enjoying actually kissing his boyfriend. Eventually he pulls away.

“Seb, darling.” The corner of Seb’s mouth twitches at the pet name. “I know you care very much for Charles, but I think you are forgetting that your boyfriend just won the race. The boyfriend that you are currently sitting in the lap of. If you’d forgotten.” He raises a single eyebrow at Seb, who has the decency to look a little bit sheepish.

“Oh I’m sorry, darling, is someone jealous? Feeling neglected?”

Lewis doesn’t pout — he’s a grown man — but it’s a near thing.

“Excuse me for wanting to spend some quality time with my boyfriend to celebrate the race win I just got.” Lewis says, bordering on petulant.

Seb snorts at him.

“Honestly. Lewis, you are so needy.”

Lewis makes an affronted noise, then slides his hands down to squeeze Seb’s ass, silently making the point that actually Seb is the one in his lap thank you very much. It makes Seb grin, dopey and wide.

“Alright, fair call.”

Seb ducks his head to press a tender kiss to Lewis’ lips, chaste and sweet. When he pulls away Lewis leans forwards, chasing the kiss. Seb puts a hand on his jaw, stopping him. At this point Lewis really does whine, and he’s only a little bit embarrassed about it.

“Seb, come on man, please just make out with me.”

Seb laughs at him. Then ever so gently strokes his thumb along Lewis’ jaw. The look in his eyes turns unbearably fond, and Lewis feels his cheeks heating under such a heavy gaze.

“I love you, you know. And I am very proud of you too. Y’know, for winning the race or whatever.”

Lewis pinches him and Seb yelps before breaking into another round of giggles. Before he can open his mouth to say something else cheeky, Lewis captures him in yet another kiss. Seemingly sick of teasing, Seb finally returns the kiss in earnest, fingers sliding around the back of Lewis’ head to tangle in his braids. 

Lewis hums into the kiss, satisfied. 

[wasjustred]

hi!! i absolutely love your work. i was wondering if you could possibly do something with thigh riding? i don’t see a lot of it and it’s one of my favorite things to read. basically the reader is very needy and larissa only lets them get off by riding her thigh. possibly mommy kink! ofc reader is 18+ and everything is consensual. if not, i will definitely enjoy everything else you put out. thank you!!

Self-Sufficient - NSFW Larissa Weems x f!Reader

Summary: What the request says! Pairing(s): Larissa Weems x f!Reader Warnings: Smut! (Mommy kink x10, praise) Word Count: ~1k

Author’s Note: Anon, you said mommy kink and my brain ran with it. I hope this is what you were looking for! ♡ (un-beta-ed as per usual!) ╱ AO3

“You’re just the sweetest baby, aren’t you? Do you want to be good for me? Hmm?” Larissa’s voice is soft and warm just like the feel of her, hands settled on either of your thighs, gaze drifting over you languidly. She knows you’re floating - dangling - in that perfect little space between euphoria and painful desperation———just where she likes to have you, pleased with the way you whimper every time she speaks to you, the way you rock aimlessly in search of just the right type of friction. You’re beautiful like this: undone, just for her.

“Y-yes, please, Mommy. I’ll be s-so good for you.”

You’ve been straddling her lap for nearly twenty minutes now, growing restless with your hands clasped behind your back, the only contact between you where your legs meet her own, clenching around nothing as your sex hovers over the gap where her thighs are pressed together. No friction. Hardly any heat. All while she whispers and coos and strokes your cheek with the back of her hand: You’re such a good girl; my pretty little baby; Mommy loves when you sit so nice like this. The exhilaration courses through you unabated, pleasant shivers hitting you like waves, quietly panting, quivering lip when she drags her fingernails over the flesh of your thighs.

“Hands here.” Larissa guides your hands out from behind your back to hold fast to the back of her chair, and you instinctively lurch at her meager touch, inhaling sharp and sweet. “I have some work I need to do now, darling–––can you take care of yourself for Mommy?” She shifts so that you’re straddling the vast expanse of one of her thighs now instead of two, pressed deliciously against your core. You nod vigorously, already close and desperate for any sort of relief she’ll grant you.

“Yes, Mommy.” She smiles soft and proud at your response, pressing a light kiss to your forehead before she walks the seat closer to her desk and reaches under your arms to begin typing away on her laptop.

“Go ahead, my love,” she encourages, flexing the muscle of her thigh against you.

You whimper airily, head ducked against her shoulder as your begin to roll your hips. The smell of her floods you as you burrow your nose into the divet where her neck begins: Floral and ripe, mingled with the faint scent of sweat. You lick a thick, steady stripe up Larissa’s neck and whine when she tuts, moving her head away.

“Ah-ah. You’ll distract me,” she says, gaze focused solely on the work ahead of her. You bite down into your cheek but acquiesce all the same, returning your forehead to her shoulder as you rock against her, reveling in the warmth that washes over you with the feeling of Larissa’s thigh on your clit. She hums appreciatively and subtly rocks with you to help you along, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. Her fingers never hesitate over her keyboard.

You can feel your wetness dripping a path of slick heat along her leg while you search for traction. You press up on your tiptoes to change the angle of your pelvis – and when you find the perfect tilt you moan into her skin, relishing the pressure of her muscle against that little bundle of nerves between your legs. Your blouse pulls tight against the sensitive peaks of your nipples with a delightful strain, brushing so with each throw of your hips.

A commotion from the outer hall gives you pause: what sounds like a group of rowdy students passing through, which drives you to freeze in your ministrations until Larissa squeezes your waist and urges the movement of your hips again: “‘s alright, baby; door’s locked,” she murmurs. Her voice is husked over with desire as she noses your shoulder.

You nod at her direction and press on, rolling your sex against her more and more frantically as your orgasm builds. One of her hands drifts to the curve of your back and pulls you closer, deepening your arch until you’re practically chest-to-chest. She’s panting in tandem with you, huffing in short and shallow bursts as if it’s her getting herself off on you–––and it only makes you hotter, a deep flush running along the length of your body. There’s a line drawn straight from your cunt to the tip of your head and it grows tauter by the second.

“P-Please, ––  please, can I cum?” you whimper against her, pushing and pulling your hips faster as your muscles begin to tighten within you.

“Do you think you’ve earned it?” Larissa digs her nails into your ass as you move. Her breath runs hot over your neck as she speaks.

“Yes, yes please, I’ve been such a good girl.” Your whining draws a chuckle out of her and she leans back to press a kiss to your neck, nipping at you. You dip your head back in order to grant her more access, each lap of her tongue wresting desperate cries from the base of your throat. The heat of her, the closeness of Larissa, brings you ever closer.

“Cum for me, pretty girl.” You gasp sharply as the coil snaps within you, flooding your body as it tenses and releases in equal measure and pushes hard into Larissa’s front. You grip frantically at her shoulders and neck as she holds you with both arms wrapped tightly around you, laying out a series of sweet kisses against the curtain of hair that’s fallen over your face.

“That’s it, you’re so good for me.. That’s it,” the blonde coos as she gives you another squeeze. A buzzing warmth replaces the lightning at your core, runs through your veins as you come to slump against her, breathing hard. You trail your fingertips up from her thighs to the nape of her neck to help ground yourself, ruminating over her warmth, her lines and curves, her strikingly blonde hair tickling your cheeks. She takes such lovely care of you. 

“Thank you, Mommy,” you hum, limp in her arms. “I love you.”

Larissa holds you close, subtly swaying side to side as you recover, stroking the back of your head. 

 “I love you, too, darling girl.”

[aurumacadicus]

This is a fill for @bitetonysassfest​ SFW Saturday–Trope: Magical/Fantasy; Dialogue: “I can’t stay long.” -- Steve hears rumors that Obadiah is going to kill Tony for his power and he knows Tony won’t believe him without proof, but he’s afraid he’ll be killed in the meantime. So he’s gotta do what he’s gotta do. Look out for under the cut! -- “You’re late,” Tony said as soon as he felt the boundaries he’d set up begin to send tingles up and down his spine, voice accusing. “I’ve been waiting for hours.”

There was no answer for a long moment, so long that Tony considered lighting the clearing with a ball of magic. Finally, though, a pair of red eyes blinked at him from between the shadows of the trees. “Invite me in, sweetheart.”

Tony bit his bottom lip, hand coming up to grasp the glowing blue pendant hanging from his neck. He stroked his thumb over the gem, considering making him wait as long as he himself had had to wait, but in the end, he was always impatient. “Come to me, Steve.”

Steve appeared in front of him between one breath and the next, and Tony bit back the unease it always set in him. Steve lifted a hand to cup his cheek, thought better of it, and simply ran the backs of his cool fingers over his cheek instead. “As beautiful as ever.”

Tony turned his head away, even though he missed the feeling of his touch as soon as it was gone. “I’ve been waiting for hours,” he grumbled, instead of ‘thank you’ or ‘you too.’

Steve took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. “And I can’t stay long.”

“It’s not fair,” Tony said, but it sounded more like a whine than anything with heat. “It took ages to get the rest of the coven off my back to get here and you basically stand me up—”

Steve reached out to cup his cheeks, pulling him in with a gentle, “Shhhh, beloved.”

“…It’s not fair,” Tony repeated softly, then let out a whimper as Steve shushed him again before he pulled him in for a kiss. He lifted his hands to grip Steve’s wrists, shivering at the coolness of his skin again, then let out a little gasp as Steve dug a sharp tooth into his bottom lip. “Oh!”

“If I had my way, I’d be at your side as long as the sun was gone,” Steve murmured, tongue darting out to lick at his lip, but there was no blood there—it had just been a tease. “But you know vampires. Thralls are okay, but a mate who can actually protect themselves? It wouldn’t be safe.”

“I know,” Tony agreed petulantly, because he did. He and Steve’s relationship had grown over years after their bad beginning. Most witches still didn’t trust vampires, and the vampires responded in kind.

Steve leaned back, smiling a little. “Wasn’t it you who said that absence makes the heart grow fonder?”

“I haven’t seen you in weeks,” Tony hissed, hand dropping for his pendant again, wanting to give him a warning flash, just a momentary blinding.

Steve caught it easily, and then grabbed the other for good measure, using his grip on Tony’s hands to pull him in until they were pressed together from chest to pelvis and Tony let out a little, shuddering mewl at how cold he felt against him. “The other covens are still angry that none of their ilk are tattooed over your heart. We have to be careful. They’d stake me the first chance they got.”

“Are you scared of the covens, or are you scared of what your nestmates will say?” Tony asked, scowling at him.

“My nestmates already know about you and relish in calling me a dumbass,” Steve said, pulling him in for another short kiss before he leaned back. “I don’t want the covens coming for me, Tony. They’re vindictive. They might hurt you to get to me, and I’d fold.”

Tony stared up at him, frowning. He supposed he couldn’t fault Steve’s thought process. He knew firsthand just how petty and mean witches could be. He was, after all, the pettiest and meanest witch on the eastern seaboard. “How long do we have?” he finally asked.

“Not long at all,” Steve said, frowning with regret.

Tony sighed, ducking his head, then muttered, “How long are you going to be gone again?”

“Never as long as my nestmates might like,” Steve replied, as if that explained anything. He finally let go of one of his wrists to brush the hair out of Tony’s eyes. “Always too long, for me.”

Tony nodded a little, then swayed forward for a chaste kiss before he murmured against Steve’s lips, “How much do you need, beloved?”

“Just a nibble. Just enough until next time,” Steve whispered back. “I promise, next time, I won’t be late. We’ll have plenty of time.”

“You better not be lying to me,” Tony warned, even as he let his hands drop to his belt.

Steve leaned in for another quick kiss before he replied, “I’m sure you’ll gut me if I am. I’d rather take it further down.”

“Back of my knee?” Tony asked, shoving his pants down his thighs.

“Perfect,” Steve sighed, leaning in to lick at his throat, nose tracing the artery there.

Tony lifted a hand to cup his cheek. “Easy, tiger,” he warned fondly. “I’m not prey.”

“Someday I’ll bite you here, and you won’t be so sassy,” Steve growled against his neck, then forced himself backward to get some space. “It shouldn’t be too much, but you should probably sit.”

Tony raised an eyebrow at him, in a way that was mostly chastising. “You said you just needed a nibble.”

“You have a tendency to swoon as soon as my teeth sink in,” Steve replied with a shrug.

“That’s because you always add a touch of venom,” Tony complained, even as he began to sit on the ground.

Steve shrugged again. “You taste better when you’re relaxed and a little aroused than when you’re in pain. Roll over.”

Tony rolled his eyes but obediently turned onto his stomach, apparently realizing the only other option was to basically be folded in half and not wanting that. “Don’t use too much. I know you like me helpless, but it’ll take too long to wear off if you’re really in a hurry.”

“Alright.” Steve curled his hand around Tony’s thigh, digging his nails in just enough for Tony to let out a little noise of interest, but then he was lifting his other hand, curling them in the hem of his briefs to tug them down. “Let me see you.”

“You are teasing me when we have no time,” Tony said, voice full of reproach, but then he choked on a gasp as he felt Steve’s sharp teeth piercing the skin of his left cheek, deep into the meat of ass, hot and painful enough that he gripped his hands into fists. “St—Steve—” The pain faded quickly, though, too quickly, almost, the burning pain turning to burning pleasure as—Steve’s venom. His thrall. “Steve,” he whispered, unable to keep the note of betrayal out of his voice as he began to lose feeling in his fingers. He lifted a hand to his pendant but couldn’t close his fingers around it, already feeling numb up to his elbows.

Steve pulled his fangs free. “I’m sorry,” he offered, but it sounded very far away. He pulled Tony’s briefs and pants back up as his body began to go limp, gently turning him onto his back as carefully as if he was a porcelain doll. “You’re in danger, Tony, and I knew you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Steve,” Tony breathed, vaguely aware that Steve was carefully taking him into his arms and picking him up. All he was certain of was the feel of Steve’s ice-cold skin against his own, burning hot with the venom that Steve had injected in him. He’d never used that much, and Tony was struck by the fact that Steve had been so careful with him up until now, only ever used enough to leave him hot and shaky instead of completely incapacitated. Suddenly he understood why people feared vampires so much.

Steve was carrying him somewhere, he thought, maybe. He tried to remember what Steve had said. Danger? Why wouldn’t he have believed him? He trusted him. Tony tipped his head back to look up at his face, even though it took a lot of effort. He tried to open his mouth, ask all the questions he had, but then Steve shot him a red-eyed glance that made them all shrivel on his tongue. Finally, though, he managed a timid, “Steve?”

“I’m going to take care of you,” Steve said firmly, but softened the edges of it by leaning down and pressing a kiss to Tony’s forehead. “Just leave it to me.”

“Steve,” Tony repeated faintly, overwhelmed.

Steve lifted his head again, eyes full of regret even as he ordered, “Sleep.”

Tony was immediately overcome with exhaustion, and he was sorry he’d ever wondered how powerful Steve’s thrall was. He tried to keep his eyes open, partly to be contrary but also partly out of anxiety, but Steve hadn’t skimped on the venom, and all he wanted to do was obey. The last thing he saw before his eyes drifted shut was Steve’s red eyes fading to blue just before everything went dark.

[legiomiam]

Tagged by @awritingcaitlin x8 PART 1 OF 4. my words are: dart, table, swear, ask, meet, exact, stand, caught, start, after

I’ll tag: @pinespittinink, @baroquesse, @juls-writes

your words are: borrow, plate, youth, green, and soup

Some backstory: these are going to be from scenes I did before This Dark And divine Place was nothing but vibes. When Rashka and Bahram (guess who found out they were spelling their own character’s name wrong) were just starting out.

Some character’s names were changed- any form of Verrance/Verence/Varence, etc are Klaas. Sonya is Marjorie. Neecey/Neesy is the nickname the kids gave to Synthian before she had a name.

Also the tense shifts ALOT because I did not write any of this in order and bounced around so this isn’t stuff A to Z it’s just scenes I wrote for sprinting to get a feel of the story. So when the timer ran out I stopped writing the scene.

I’ll apply appropriate warnings… but most of this is probably NSFW

☙❦❧

TABLE

I’m in a bed, not mine from the scent and the radiating pain, when my eyes open. I lock on the goblet of blood on the bedside table and I scramble to get it, one thought only in my head. Feed, I need to feed, I need something.

I greedily gulp it down, barely breathing as I fill my stomach and lick my fingers clean as I slide one around the inside to collect everything.

“Here,” I jump and just realize why they were a danger. Fae knew the most vulnerable time for a vampyre was when they were feeding. But in his hand isn’t a blade ready to cut my head from my shoulders but a pitcher, my stomach growls and I reach for the pitcher, snatching it at the same time his free hand clasped the cup from me. I tilt it up over my open mouth and ignore the way it slid down my skin as I tried to drink as fast as it was pouring.

Disgusting.

☙❦❧

SWEAR

He stopped and we just regarded each other.

“I want to marry you.”

I swear he stopped breathing, Bahram pulled away and his dilated pupils seemed to grow even more. “What?”

“I want to marry you, I don't care what happens with that fucking counsul. I want you. I want to be yours. Now, tomorrow, for the rest of my life I want to be yours.” He leaned back pulling me down with him,

☙❦❧

ASK

His voice trails off and he just stares at my face, I am speechless as my own face appears in my mind, eyes bright in the sunlight. Hair windswept from the breeze.

Beautiful.

I toss my book at him and he ducks, I wasn’t really planning on hitting him. He reached up and barely touched my foot before I jerked back with a squeal. Not paying attention I fell backwards. I didn’t even meet the ground, he caught me before I could.

“I promised I wouldn’t never be there to catch you.”

His head ducks down and I should kiss him, instead I open my mouth, “do you want children?”

He searches my face and then sets me down. “I’d love them, but if they are never in the plans for my life,” he looks across the hills towards the compound. “Then I understand. However, if you are asking if I’d not want children who would be, both.” I watch as Bahram sinks to his knees. “That is not an issue either.”

☙❦❧

MEET

My face warms and his strange hazel eyes meet mine and I see the slight coloring of his ruddy brown skin as his hands slide up to my thighs, warmth seeping through the trousers I have on. 

“Are you sure?” My fingers ghost of the bruise forming on his cheek, I let my hands cool enough that they would feel nice, it would help the swelling.

He winced and took my hands between his, he brought my hands cupped in his up to his mouth and huffed hot air over them. “You’re freezing,” warming strokes to bring heat back into the skin. A selfless smile lit his face as I was pulled onto his lap. “Let me warm you up.”

☙❦❧

EXACT (NSFW WARNING)

His mouth was cruel, I had decided when he spoke harsh words to me and I didn’t care, I would smirk because he didn’t know that I knew he thought of my mouth around him. He was even more surprised when after an argument I had locked the door, pushed him against the wall and dropped to my knees, giving him exactly what he wanted to just later let him bend me over his study desk. He smiled at the snickers that I received when his men saw me walk by, the foul thoughts of me being a vampyre whore.

I once thought that’s just what I was when someone had asked lewdly if he could have a ride, Bahram didn’t hesitate to connect their face and his fist. A brawl that knocked everyone speechless.

☙❦❧

STAND

It’s strange seeing my father stand in the middle of his study in conversation with Krishorn Najm. However friendly they may be towards each other it didn’t matter as my mother ghosted the halls, turning into other rooms whenever her fae guests would approach.

“Your mother doesn’t like us.” Bahram rubbed the flank of my horse, I stood on its other side.

“She just worries about me.”

☙❦❧

CAUGHT

“You didn’t think as much when I returned you home,” he crouched and I shifted into the same position.

“You didn’t, you coward. Chandra ran me across that border and risked her life, on the chance of her not seeing Florence again. You sat back and let your younger sister risk her being, if she was caught with me a beheading from my father would have been a mercy compared to being eaten alive as per the counsul.” My fangs slid into place, a challenge. “Your sister would make a better leader than what you claim to be.”

☙❦❧

START

Reign was getting big, and I was afraid of him getting found out, days started blurring together again and the only conversation I had was Neesy. Whose body was ever changing. I had never seen a griever made before but since she was unable to eat from the start and the change into vampyre had consumed all her blood she had nothing.

She could’ve eaten me or Reign, but in her mind she calmed me with that this hunger was nothing compared to the hunger that had followed her before. Who I thought was a little girl barely into her bleeding was actually a woman who had reached twenty three winters and springs. The famine from her village and the slave work had made her small and weak.

Where I thought she was a liability she proved me wrong when I woke up to catch her staring at me, not me. At Reign and he stared back quietly cooing and babbling at her. A nurturing side of a griever, maybe there was something there.

☙❦❧

AFTER

I could make it until then, after that I didn’t know when and if it was not for the child in me I would toss myself from this window and pray to my grandmother, to her sisters and their lesser brothers that I would survive the fall.

I didn’t make it a month.

I was awoken and couldn’t remember why, the thunder outside crashed as the wind roared through the trees, lightning lit up the room and I went still. My breath catching as it happened again, that sharp pinch in my hips.

Oh goddess no.

This life was early.

This life was ready to tear me open and see the world and I was not.

[luveline]

baby blurb about giggly kisses with steve 🥲🥲

this DID NOT end up a baby blurb <3 for you my angel

1k words gn!reader of giggly kisses with Steve

It's the kind of laughing that feels sticky. Fondness has you close-lipped and still you find yourself giggling as you kiss him, your twin smiles pressing together lightly, over and over. 

"You're impossible to kiss when you get like this," Steve says, though his tone would suggest he doesn't mind, not one bit. 

"I'm sorry," you say, similarly insincere as you stroke your hand over the side of his pretty face.

His smile affects every feature. His bark brown eyes squint softly. His lips turn up at the corners, lopsided in his pleasure driven sloveness. His pert nose flares with every laugh, and his cheeks apple with the force of his deitific grin. 

You lean forward to dot kisses over all of it. One kiss to each cheek, each eyelid, his nose bridge and the tip, his cupids bow, his lips. You giggle chestily to yourself as you do, enjoying the sensation of his hands over your back and your abdomens pressed together as your weight bares down on him. 

You brush the hair from his eyes and hold his face firmly in place as you kiss his forehead and his hairline.  

You pause, chest on fire at the sounds of his dizzied chuckling. 

Steve's hands climb over your shoulders, arms locked under yours, hugging you tightly as he kisses your bared throat clumsily, tiny hot pecks and then, to your startled delight, a careful nibble. 

You sigh at the feeling. 

"You like that?" he asks knowingly. 

You burst into a breathless pitch of laughter at his question and pull back so he can't get you anymore, meeting his heavy-lidded gaze. "Very much," you say sweetly. 

"How much?" he asks. 

You're so sick with love you could cry. You laugh some more instead, wondering if maybe the room has been filled with happy gas. "So much. So so," you inch forward, your noses almost touching, "so so," he closes his eyes and you follow suit, "so… so…" The heat of his breath tickles your lips as you brush them over his with a lightness that tickles.

Steve steals an arm from between your bodies to take your face into his hand. He kisses ardently, your lips parting in response to his enthusiasm, sighing as he deepens the kiss and his heat becomes yours. 

You sew your fingers into his hair and pull gently. He gasps and the kiss finally breaks, your eyes drifting open to see him.

Steve drops his chin. "Much?" he finishes. 

"So so so so so so so much," you say agreeably. 

It's not funny, it isn't, but you're both so happy you laugh some more, noses sliding against each other as you duck in for another handful of sweet kisses. 

Steve groans into your open mouth and ushers you away from him. "Okay, pretty thing. Take a breather." 

You know what he means. You're so happy you might split at the seams, your breathing coming hard and in untrustworthy waves. 

Despite his command he continues his plight, dragging your hand to his mouth to kiss as you catch your breath. He presses each of your fingertips to his lips in turn, then each knuckle, then the back. The skin he loves on feels tight and warm and tingling. 

You blow a hot breath out of the corner of your mouth. 

"You're beautiful," he says. 

"Me or my hand?" you ask. 

"Both. Both," he repeats, like he'd been talking to someone who wasn't you, like he has to argue the point. "You have pretty fucking hands." 

"You've got a pretty fucking face," you say. 

He tilts his head to the side, as if offering his cheek to you. You take him up on it, though without your hand which remains firmly held in his you've got no way to hold him still. You lean in to kiss his cheek and he quickly moves his head. Your lips land on his. 

"Cheater," you mumble into the softness. 

You gasp quietly as he sits up and pulls you with him, his height allowing him that little extra pressure, his kiss firm and his hands hungry as they leap for your hot face, his thumbs stroking quarter circles into your cheeks. 

"I never claimed to be anything else," he says as he pulls back a half inch.

You kiss him again quickly before saying, "Cheater's get disqualified." 

He pouts almost imperceptibly; his top lip rises a millimetre, his nose wrinkles gently. "You wanna stop?" 

"I didn't say that," you say, leaning back in. 

He evades you, grinning because he knows exactly what you want. He loves to tease. "Now, wait a second, baby. I'm disqualified, huh? No more kisses?" 

"I didn't say that," you repeat, eyebrows beginning to rise, as if to say, are you really gonna do this? 

His own eyebrows rise. I am. 

"Fine," you hardball. "No more." 

The two of you lie with your limbs twined together, a mess of clothes and heat and wanting, waiting for the other to crack. Steve looks incredibly attractive with kiss bitten lips and glassy eyes, his hair ruffled and his shirt collar unbuttoned, a strip of his exposed collar tantalising and taunting you. 

You can feel his eyes on you. You look up guiltily from your oggling and last about five seconds before you're leaning in for another kiss, the two of you predictably giggling like idiots as you join. 

"Let's stop with the games," he says, shaking his head, your lips skipping over his as he moves. 

"Stay still. You're impossible to kiss when you get like this," you parrot his reprimand from earlier back at him. 

He grasps the hills of your shoulders in big hands. "Yes, ma'am," he drawls, stilling. You roll your eyes and finally kiss him properly, his lips parting and pliant beneath yours. Things get much quieter after that. 

[sukirichi]

request: SWIMSUIT SHOPPING WITH JJK CHARACTERS — (yuuji, megumi, and gojo satoru ver!)

notes: i’ve reached a point in hell of no return, help 😩 anon knows exactly what she’s talking about and i’d be more than honoured to add on to this concept

warnings: nsfw content such as public sex, overstimulation, degradation, manhandling, oral sex (f and m receiving), road head, and slight cumplay (nsfw under the cut!) + this is unedited/not proofread,

(all minor characters are aged up)

masterlist ! requests are open

ITADORI YUUJI

he’s a pretty innocent boy

in a way that he’s not always dirty minded instead of him totally being...well, inexperienced

so when you ask him if he can come with you pick a swimsuit, he happily agrees

he loves going shopping with you and is extremely patient even if you take half an hour in just one shop

he’d happily carry your bags for you

seriously, this man is so low maintenance, he’s not going to ask for anything else or whine that you’re taking too long or that he’s hungry

he’s REALLY really patient and supportive of you

and even though he’s not an expert in women’s fashion, he’ll honestly give his opinions if he thinks a dress or shoe looks good on you or no

he might also remind you just how convenient your outfit would be on the event you plan to use it t

but this time, it’s a different case because you’re buying a swimsuit

now, yuuji’s seen you naked before so it’s nothing new to him anymore, but the moment he walks inside the swimsuit shop with all types of frilly bras and colorful pieces, he’ll immediately duck his head down in respect

he’s pretty fidgety the whole time

if you bring up a certain red polka dot bikini in front of your clothed body, tilting your head to the side innocently to ask, “how about this?”

yuuji’s brain will fry right then and there

he can imagine just how great you’d look in it, but he doesn’t want to be rude or too obvious so he’ll just nod and go,

“yeah, babe, that’d look great on you!”

he’s pretty silent the whole time, but really, all the blood’s rushed to his cock already

the whole drive back, yuuji is already so sensitive and clenching his jaw with his hands firmly gripping the steering wheel while you sit next to him, hiding your smirk

you almost want to laugh at how flustered he is, but he’s trying his best not to show it

but you’re not that bad, and so you ask him to pull over because the tent in his pants looks so uncomfortable and you doubt he’ll be patient enough to jack off in the bathroom when you both go back home

he’s confused at first, glancing over you with worry

“why, what’s wrong? did you want to go somewhere else?”

“no,” you laugh, pushing your hair back into a makeshift ponytail

and THAT has yuuji driving recklessly and swerving real fast and furious style because he knows what’s about to happen next

despite his eagerness, he’s still concerned about you, breathing heavily as you lean over your seats and start to unzip his pants

“a-are you sure about this? you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to,”

poor baby is already shaking the moment your nails rake over his thigh, your breath just ghosting over his clothed erection which is already damp with pre-cum

this makes you hum in agreement because yes of course you’re sure

you had a feeling yuuji would be turned on with this little escapade anyway, but you didn’t think he’d be this needy already

now it’s time for you to relax your throat and prepare yourself because yuuji is THICK

safe to say, all your arrogance is gone the moment you choke on his length, his big hands helping you keep the hair away from your face

meanwhile, yuuji is messily thrusting his hips up to your mouth, enjoying the way you just feel so warm around him

“f-fuck, baby, feels so good. i can imagine you already in that flimsy material, you’d be so pe-perfect, fuuckk.”

your chest swells with pride, always having been weak when it comes to his praising

once he reaches his high and paints your face white, yuuji lazily pulls you closer to him to kiss you, moaning when he tastes himself on your lips

you only giggle at how romantic he is even when your hands are still stroking his softening cock, and yuuji shudders a bit at the gesture

because he’s been such a great and supportive boyfriend today, you swipe at the cum near your lips, which makes yuuji’s eyes darken when you collect it with the tip of your tongue

then, as innocently as you could bat your eyelashes at him, you grin,

“would you like to see me wear it tonight? just for you?”

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

PLEASE HELP THIS BOY

“gumi, can you come shopping with me tonight? there’s a pool party this weekend with my friends and i need a new swimsuit.”

he wants to say yes because duh

but he also wants to say no because he’d rather not walk around in public with a raging erection

and we all know megumi is big, like come on, he’s toji’s son

like yuuji, i don’t think megumi is that perverted either, but he’s still a teenage boy with raging hormones

he may have more control over himself than yuuji, but he knows his limits

a swimsuit is honestly so innocent — it’s not even half as tempting as when you surprised him with a white lingerie set (which resulted you two in not getting out of bed the whole weekend lmao) so he wonders why the hell he’s so nervous

eventually he convinces himself that going with your girlfriend while she shops for a swimsuit isn’t anything new and it’s just a “normal couple thing” so bedgrudingly, he sighs and agrees

which he immediately regrets the moment you head straight for the skirtinis

there’s so much to choose from, and his eyes widen at the absurdity of how there’s so many designs and patterns

i feel leki megumi is a cheapskate, so he’ll be more focused first on criticizing the price tags before looking at you

“25 dollars for this...thing?”

he’ll shake his head in disapproval, but then straighten up when he sees you frown

“i think it looks cute. don’t you like it?”

you push up a frilly pink skirtini, the shade a soft pastel one that just looks so innocent and cute on you

it doesn’t help that you’re gazing up at him under your lashes either, a small pout on those kissable lips

he admits it does look cute, even cuter because you’re the one wearing it, but he still doesn’t like the price lmao

or at least...not until he’s seen you wearing it

once you’ve both gotten home, megumi heads straight to the kitchen because he’s been so parched (he won’t tell you that he’s been subconsciously swallowing his saliva the whole time, showing him material by material until it all gets suspiciously thinner and more revealing)

he doesn’t like limiting you or telling you what to wear, either, so he just follows you like a lost puppy, careful to note stare too much at anything to not make anyone uncomfortable

but then he goes back to your shared room, just about ready to call it a day since you sure did take your sweet time, and he sees you strutting in your underwear in front of the mirror

megumi freezes at the door like a lagging npc LMAO

“...y/n?”

you smile, turning to him as if he hadn’t just caught you checking yourself out, which he doesn’t blame you for because you look absolutely stunning in it

the skirt just hides the supple flesh of your thighs, but really, he’s more stunned at how your ass looks so perky in that skintight material

megumi looks away, flushed, running a hand through his hair because he’s too much of a gentleman to outright say he finds you so sexy in fear it would sound weird

but you take his sudden aversion something else, and you wrap your arms around yourself a little consciously, voice turning small

“does it look bad on me?”

he immediately picks up on how small you’ve made yourself, his eyes snapping to yours

“no, you look amazing! why would you think that?”

you pout, “you suddenly looked away. it felt like you don’t really like it.”

at this point, megumi is such a blushing, stuttering mess, approaching you carefully with his words stll stumbling over one another

“that’s not true,” he sighs, rubbing his hands on your bare arms, finally letting himself loose and shamelessly staring at how your breasts are just right under him, waiting to be touched

the tension in the room begins to thicken, and you shiver when his hands trail down your hip before squeezing the flesh almost possessively

“beautiful,” he’d murmur almost absentmindedly, and by the time you’re practically melting in the heat of his gaze, megumi just goes ‘fuck it’ and straight out kisses you

he’s gentle though

he knows you felt insecure and so he wants to take his time with you, touching you in places he knows you liked, curling his fingers in just the right spot that has you seeing stars

he doesn’t do anything that would make your body shake, but it still feels good — a lot more like lovemaking

and it is

he wants you to know he loves you and that you’re the most beautiful being ever in his eyes

megumi will kiss you starting from your calves and up to your belly, where he hovers for a minute before changing his mind and diving back down to where you want him the most

small, kitten licks in your core that has you dripping in his tongue, your hands fisting his hair

megumi doesn’t stop telling you how pretty you look just like that, loosing yourself in the pleasure he’s giving you

he doesn’t neglect your breasts; one of his hands reaching up to softly pinch the beaded nipples which has you riding and humping his face even more

megumi buries his face in your heat in that moment, his nose bumping your clit every now and then, and you feel so beautiful with how he can’t seem to get enough of you

he knows this just by the way you clamp down on his tongue, sweet juices coating his lips and he drinks it all like a starved man

“cum for me, sweet girl,” he coaxes, his thumb pushing your lips open as he watches you come undone for him

“that’s right — fuck — you’re so gorgeous, so perfect, just mine.”

and just when you think he’s had enough, megumi only flips you until your core is right on top of his face, his large hands merciless as he pushes your hips forward and backward on his tongue

similar to before, you and megumi stay in bed all day long with him going round per round, never getting tired of making you feel good until you’re just laying spent on your bed, juices flowing out of your abused core

you push megumi away when his fingers slide in your inner thigh

but no he’s not quite done with you yet

“no,” he growls softly, pushing your hands away and pinning you under his weight. “i’m not stopping until you finally see yourself the way i see you. so divine, so ethereal.”

your body is something he’ll never get tired of worshipping

you’re hella tired

but hey who are you to complain

you only wish megumi hadn’t ruined your swimsuit with your cum, but after a promise that he’ll jsut get you another one, you lose yourself to another mind blowing orgasm

GOJO SATORU

let’s be real here

you know EXACTLY what you’re asking for the moment you dragged him into a swimsuit shop

you don’t even bother asking him if he wants to go anymore because gojo being gojo, he’ll be whiny about it, saying you could just surprise him the moment you get home

to which you roll your eyes and say, “this isn’t for you, gojo.”

hah, but anything that is yours is his, and your body is definitely his

gojo is nothing but bored

he wants to go home already and just fuck you already, and he’s getting on your nerves so you threaten that you’re not letting him touch you for a whole week if he doesn’t shut up and accompany you for once

it’s not that gojo is mean and unsupportive of you, he’s just so horny in that moment he can’t think straight

but he also really, really likes touching you so the big man just pouts and crosses his arms

sighing loudly and rather dramatically

it only takes a few seconds before gojo straightens up, peeking under his blindfold when you pick up a plain black bikini with the top knotted behind your neck

it’s not really your style though, so you’re about to move to another design when gojo whines

“wait, why not that one? it would look great on you.”

ofc you know i’ll look great on you, but it’s not your favorite, and it’s fun to tease gojo so you shrug nonchalantly, picking up a dark blue legsuit instead

gojo absolutely LOSES it

man takes off his blindfold just to glare at the material as if it offended him

“babe, what the fuck is that?”

“it’s a legsuit, perfect for scuba diving. plus, it protects my skin from the sun. i wouldn’t want a sunburn.”

the way gojo laughs is so cocky you consider choking him with the suit

“that’s what you have me for?” he points to himself incredulously, “i’ll put the sunblock all over your body babe, you don’t even have to worry about that.”

“please. i’d already be stripped down to my birthday suit before you even get to open the bottle,” you scoff, muttering under your breath, “damn fucking horny guy can’t keep his thing inside his pants.”

however, this doesn’t faze gojo

“and what’s so wrong with finding my girlfriend so sexy and hot i want to fuck her all the time?”

honestly what the hell were you thinking, assuming that you’d one-up gojo when this man would always be superior when it comes to being dirty LMAO he is just so shameless

but whatever, you ignore him, heading to the checkout with a self-assured smile

gojo trails behind you, his anger radiating off of him so strongly you can feel it

“y/n.”

“y/n, you can’t even swim. don’t fuck with me and say you’re buying that to ‘scuba dive.’”

“what, so i can’t learn now?”

“just buy the black bikini. it looks great on you.”

“i told you already, i’m not buying that and wearing it for you. i only dragged you here because i need someone to carry my bags.”

you know what happens to brats?

they get punished.

and that’s exactly what happens

gojo grabs your wrist rather roughly back to where you’ve left the black bikini, and not only does he shove it to your chest, commanding you to wear it, but he also shoves you in the nearest dressing cubicle

next thing you know, gojo has his palm over your mouth as he pounds into you from behind, absolutely railing you to the point tears are flowing down your cheeks

“look at you — not so bratty now, are we? you’re just a slut for my cock, aren’t you, sweet girl?”

gojo lifts one of your legs up in the crook of his arm, forcing you to look at the way your pussy greedily sucks him in in front of the mirror

you’re so wet that the squelching of your pussy, along with the slapping of skin, resonates in the cramped space

you reach behind gojo and move away from his hand, gasping breathily while your breasts bounce

“gojo, ah, shit — we might get caught.”

“do i look like i give a fuck, baby?”

no, he doesn’t. and he proves this by pushing you down by the back until your cheek is squished against the mirror, your ass pressed against his pubic bone

with the way gojo’s hips are angled and his long cock is hitting places only he can reach, you no longer care about people finding you in this position

your mouth is open, eyes rolling at the back of your head and drool even begins to slide from your lips

this makes gojo laugh, two of his fingers rubbing against where you two are connected to gather your wetness before shoving it into your mouth

“shut the fuck up, you slut.”

gojo’s large hands then comes up to grab and squeeze your hips roughly; you think he’ll leave bruises there or marks in the shape of fingers

he’s basically using you as his fucktoy now, paying no mind to how you’re crying from how he’s hitting in so deep and fast

your body just transcends into a different dimension

you’re fucked out, crying and begging for him to go slower

“gojo — baby — p-please, a little more gentle, ah, fuck.”

“what was that?” he teases, bending forwards to nip at your ear. the sudden shift in angles has the tip of his cock kissing your cervix, and you immediately clench around his cock.

gojo taps your lips when your eyes shut close from the exhaustion, barely able to comprehend anything else other than the familiar coil deep in your belly

“i couldn’t hear you, princess. speak louder.”

“slower, please,” you beg, placing your sweaty palms flat on the mirror in an attempt to hold onto something. “too much, satoru, t’much.”

poor you, his baby looks so tired and fucked out

with a sarcastic sigh, he kisses the pads of your shoulders, then bites the knot of your black bikini until the material falls to the ground

your breasts are now free from its confines, and his rough hands reach to fondle them

you expect him to grip it possessively like how he always does, but instead, he massages them with tender care, whispering sweet nothings in your ear

one of his hands reach over to where your hands are, looping it through your fingers while his thrust slows down

he forms a tantalizing pace of hitting deep before pulling out in a such slow, torturous fashion then slamming back in until he bottoms out in one thrust

it’s dirty, lewd, and still very much wrong — but it feels so right and it’s rare that gojo ever listens to you so you find it romantic

gojo isn’t the least bit apologetic when you’re both kicked out from the shop

because in the end, he won, and he holds your shopping bag with the cum-stained black bikini proudly all the way back to his car

[ama-kuu]

Alpha Hawks&Dabi X Omega Reader

You were walking back into the lobby of Hawks apartment building after making a quick snack run while he was at work. As an omega, since being claimed by Hawks and Dabi you rarely ever left the apartment on your own. More commonly being carried and flown by Hawks between their living spaces, it was easier to protect you that way. It wasn’t safe just yet to have everyone move in together since Dabi was a well known villain and constantly changing locations. Hawks kept one of his feather charms on both you and Dabi to be able to keep your little family together no matter the distances between you. Also making it easier to keep track of Dabi with him moving around so often.

As you moved through the lobby towards the elevator you noticed an unfamiliar male wandering around the room desperately trying to read a poorly drawn map. You weren’t far from your heat but felt pity for the male. He was far enough away that it was difficult to scent his secondary sex, if you keep this distance it you could probably help point him in the right direction without revealing that you were an omega. Even after being claimed, it was still dangerous for you to be out without either of your alphas at your side.

“Excuse me… Do you need any help with directions? You look lost?”

“Oh why yes, I’m sorry to trouble you, I’m looking for XXXXX apartment complex but I think I ended up at the wrong place” He perked up immediately, looking harmless.

“Oh yea, I know that place. It’s about 2 blocks down from here, large glass front doors you can’t miss.” You gestured in the direction and stepped back to the elevator buttons.

“Thank you so much little missy, there must be some way for me to return the favor.” He took a few steps forward, causing you to begin to panic. But there was no more space for you to step away with you back already against the wall.

You immediately declined his offer shrinking into yourself. “No it's fine, please…”

“No I insist, a coffee perhaps?” A few more steps and he stopped suddenly taking in a large breath. His pupils enlarge any you know you are in trouble! Fuck, he must be able to smell your heat.

The man lunges for you, reaching his arms out to latch onto your arm. You duck under him and race for the front doors. You don’t make it far before getting harshly yanked back. You yelp out loud, feeling your poor shoulder pop and strain against his rough treatment.

“NO! Let GO!” You twist and struggle against his grin on you. Your eyes begin to burn with tears as he grabs the collar of your shirt and shoves you down on the ground. The scent of your own distress chokes your senses, throwing you further into a state of panic. Thrashing and whimpering under him you scream for your alphas.

Your stomach lurches and bile rises up when the unfamiliar male forces his face down on your neck rubbing his filthy scent on you, his hands simultaneously pawing at your sex.

But in a second he is gone. Blasted back by a gust of a powerful wing. Thank god, your alpha must have been close by. Hawks was furious, crouching protectively over you with his wings widely spread out threatening the male. You were frozen in place, fear had seized your body and you were having trouble regaining control. Even with his reassuring presence

“Kei..” You whimpered. Slowly reaching up to him with trembling limbs.

Keigo reached down cradling you into his arms, he held your head to his neck allowing his scent to wash over you as he attempted to calm you down.

Keigo hushed and embraced your trembling form in his hold. He was seething, how dare that male even look at this omega! He was on the edge of giving into his anger when you spoke up.

“Please Kei, can we go… I.. I wanna be with both of my alphas.” Head buried into his jacket collar, inhaling his scent with undertones on Dabi.

Keigo took a deep breath to get better control of himself. Ready to rip the other male apart, but choosing to yield and soothe his terrified omega. “Shhh, it's gonna be okay baby bird.” He gently stroked the back of your head. Looking back at the frightened male, Hawks got a very good look at the man, taking in all the small details. He spun on his heels, holding you tighter to him as he took to the sky heading straight for Dabi.

Keigo knew you needed both of them right now, even with his embrace the tremors in your body persisted. He squeezed you tighter to him as he picked up speed, doing his best to protect you from the winds whipping around.

…………………………………………………………………………………………

Keigo and you arrive at Dabi’s current run down apartment. Dabi could sense Hawks approaching fast with you. He stood suddenly to race to the windows, opening them up for Hawks to land.

Hawks’ boots connect hard with the floor, jostling you awake. Dabi quickly rushes over to you. “What the HELL happened?” His nostrils flare at the scent distress clouded around you. Quickly reaching to snatch you from Hawks’ arms.

Sensing your other alpha, you practically jump into his arms. Holding yourself against him, craving his scent to mingle with Keigo’s and erase the foreign male’s essence.

Dabi bristles at the unknown male he can smell all over you. A growl erupting from deep in his chest, “I SAID, what the HELL HAPPENED?!”. His anger redirected to Hawks standing a few steps away.

You visibly flinched from Dabi screaming at Keigo. Keigo was just as furious with himself that he wasn’t there for you to prevent it from happening at all. But seeing you become more distressed, the trembling getting worse with your alpha snarling at each other. Keigo slowly stalked up close to Dabi’s ear whispering something you couldn’t quite catch. Keigo’s wings surrounded everyone washing his calming scent throughout the room. Dabi’s shoulders relaxed.

Keigo was the next to speak up, “Dabi get Y/n into the shower, we can talk once they are taken care of”. A few feathers detaching to get the bathroom ready and lightly nudging Dabi towards that direction.

Dabi allowed the feathers to direct him as he breathed you in, using your scent to control his anger. You were safe now, he would make sure of that, both your alphas were here for you.

Keigo closed the window and then turned to follow after you and Dabi.

…………………………………………………………………………………………………

Dabi didn’t skip a beat, stripping both himself and you in an instance. Warm water washed over you as the shaking started to subside. Dabi gently nibbled on your neck, causing you to remember that your heat was nearly here. You groaned against him, your hands seductively running down his chest, slowing down to stoke the marred skin lined with piercings.

“Well well little mouse, what do we have here? Looks like your heat is happening ahead of schedule.” You wrapped your legs around his waist, his hard bulge rubbing against your rear. Dabi stepped forward to compress you against the bathroom wall. But to your surprise, it wasn’t the wall, instead the firm very naked body of Keigo.

Keigo’s hands embraced you from behind, purred into your ear, “ I guess you’ll be pretty busy for the next week.”

Dabi’s canines scraped against your skin, pulling a moan out of you. With the shower water washing away any and all evidence of the other male, your senses were now flooding with the pheromones being released from your alphas. You dropped your head back onto Keigo meeting his lips with your own as you lifted your hands up over your head to tangle into his damp blonde tresses.

You opened up for him allowing his tongue to tangle with your own. His hands rose up to grope and kneaded at your breasts. Dabi rutted against you, and bit down harder into your shoulder, causing you to whimper, only to be swallowed hungrily by Keigo.

Your heat was making it hard for you to think about anything other than the men embracing you. The shower steam wasn’t helping, your body felt like it was going to overheat, you broke from the kiss and began to pant. Keigo’s feathers rippled, sensing your discomfort and quickly shut the water off, pulling you from Dabi’s arms. Dabi growled at Keigo, Keigo unfazed blocked you from his view using his wings, taunting the other alpha. No words were exchanged as Keigo carried you to your shared bedroom.

You nuzzled into Keigo’s chest, listening to Dabi’s footsteps in tow. You were finally calm, your alphas here with you always.

[gucciwins]

your future

finally time to find your pleasing

Word count: 3679

A/N: hi friends! small chapter but it's sweet. pleasing was such a surprise and i felt it needed to be included even just a small moment. i do hope you continue reading, some good moments are approaching in the next coming chapters.

please remember to reblog! let me know what you thought!

warnings: smut, male receiving

love on tour series // previous part

Glendale, Arizona

“This isn’t fun.”

“Bel, I’m literally—”

“—not you.”

He lets out a breath against you, making you tense up, “you’re throwing off my game.”

You laugh, feeling him crawling up, pressing kiss after kiss to your naked skin until he reaches your lips.

“I meant this heat. Sorry, you wanted the balcony open, and now the AC is off,” you ramble on as he tries to distract you with his lips.

“I’ll close it then.”

“Good, I didn’t want to get up to do it.”

“All this ignoring me as if I haven’t been trying my best to get a reaction out of you.”

You see the outline of his sweats and know he’s been wonderful, but all you focused on was the heat from outside and not the heat he was bringing you.

“Well, I like air conditioning. Sue me, boyfriend.” Harry rolls his eyes, getting off you to shut the doors. “Your moves are good,” you assure him.

He sends you a glare as he makes his way back over. “You’re not being nice.”

“Well, someone woke us up at the ass crack of dawn to work out.”

Harry mocks offense, “who did that? Should I fight him? I think I can take him.”

You bring your finger to your lips, thinking about it seriously for a second, “nah, look a little lean compared to him.”

“That’s it.” Harry jumps on you, tickling your sides as you try to squirm away from him. “Stop, stop, get away.”

Harry drops his weight on top of you, trapping you, “nope, not until you say you love me.”

You look up at him, the smirk wide on his face. “Te amo.”

He freezes, and you take the moment as an advantage to flip him, now straddling him. You smile down at him.

“Good enough?”

“Perfect.” He placed both his hands on either side of your face brushing your hair back studying your face. You gazed into his eyes. “You’re incredible. I love you.” He said in a whisper. His thumb brushing your bottom lip. You opened your mouth and licked his thumb, drawing it into your mouth to duck on it. And tilt your head leaning it into his hand. Harry groaned softly and lifted his hips, pressing his hard cock against you slightly.

Harry rolled you over, so he was on top again, and you let him take control. He caressed your face and gently kissed it.

He was tired of wasting time and leaned in to suck your nipple once and the cool air from the room on the wetness he left made your nipple hard. He brushed his finger over it lightly as he kissed your neck.

“Ready, sweetheart?”

You hum, “always, amor.”

Harry moves off the best to remove his sweats, and you can’t help but follow him. As he stands close to the edge of the bed, you lean forward, bringing Harry in closer to you. You brought him into your mouth, gripping his ass with your hands. You feel his body tighten in response to your warm mouth. Harry’s hands reach down to hold your hair back as he thrusts into your mouth lightly.

“Fuck,” Harry moans out into the room.

You grabbed it by the base and put one of his balls in your mouth, and hummed while stroking him up and down with your other hand.

“Baby,” Harry pulled you away gently, having to take a deep breath as he looked down at you, licking your lips.

“I was having fun,” you pout.

“I almost came, baby.”

You cross your ankles as you gaze up at Harry, “think I didn’t want that?” You lean in to take him again, but he stops you.

“No, fuck. You feel too good, don’t want to come yet.” He sat resting against the headrest. “Sit on my lap, baby.”

You sit up with glee, eager for the pleasure you’re about to surround yourself with. Harry, as always, has taken care of the condom. Fuck. You can’t even think of the day you decide to go bare. That’s a thought for another day.

You lower yourself onto his cock slowly. Lightly moaning into his shoulder as you take him in. You sit there on the bed, legs crossed behind one another as you rock slowly against each other. The caresses were light and down all over. Whispered, I love you behind every kiss. Your arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders as you kissed him harder, grinding into him deeper.

“Close, so close, amor.” Harry gently pressed on your clit and rocked into you. That was all you needed to overcome with pleasure.

You leaned all your weight on him as you relaxed. The tight pulsing sent Harry over the edge as he gripped your hips tightly as he came around you. His face nestled into your neck, biting softly.

After a few moments, both of you have caught your breath. You leaned back, looking into Harry’s mesmerizing green eyes. He was flushed and lips plush, and you couldn’t help but steal another kiss.

“Shower?” You brush the damp curls back and kiss his forehead. Harry smiled, bent his head to rest on your chest, and stood up, still connected.

You knew you were going to be in for a fun shower.

Home of the Coyotes, Gila River Arena. All these arenas seemed to be hockey-owned, each the home of a team. You wondered honestly how long it’d take you to learn the roles and how much harder it could be than football…all those rules are pointless, nothing making sense.

You’d have to go see a hockey game sometime soon when their season began. If the stage Harry sang on was made this beautiful, you were curious how they got ice there. You were even more curious how the Zamboni glided on the ice to make it shine bright as new.

Sighing, you shake your head, knowing you’re getting off-topic and distracting yourself because there’s something you need to speak with Harry about.

You take a sip of your water before turning your attention to Harry.

“H, when we’re in LA—”

“—I’m excited, see some friends and get to stay in my house. We’ll do some cooking and lounging. Take you to the studio.”

“As wonderful as that sounds, I’ve got to work.”

“You’re filming?”

“No.”

“Photoshoot?”

“Harry, stop guessing.”

He pauses, looking sheepish, “sorry, go on, love.”

“I’ve been enjoying tour and having all this freedom, but I’m also feeling stuck not doing much.”

“Oh, Bel.”

“I didn’t tell you because there was nothing you could do.” Harry’s frown depends, “you couldn’t stick me in front of a camera to act, not really.”

He chuckles, “right.”

“So I called Viola to see if she could find me something…anything.”

“And what did she find?”

“Well, I won’t be getting paid,” you joke.

Harry giggles, “Bel, darling.”

“I’m going to be shadowing a director. He’s a friend. Get to learn more, but be back in my environment,” you emphasize.

You know Harry and hope he doesn’t take offense. And to no surprise, he hugs you tight, showering you in kisses.

“That’s brilliant.”

“You think so?”

“Yes.” He kisses your lips as you laugh against him. “Who are you shadowing?”

“Alfonso Cuarón.”

Harry takes a minute to process to see if he knows. “I know him, Harry Potter director?”

You chuckle, nodding your head, “Prisoner of Azkaban.”

“Wow!”

“He also did Roma, Gravity, Desierto. The list is long.”

“Impressive.”

“Yes. Well, he’s a Mexican director and just phenomenal.”

“Alfonso does good work.”

“He’s doing an Apple TV series and welcomed me. He knows I’m in the city for a few days, so I’m thankful he opened the doors for me.”

“You are brilliant, Bel.” You feel your face flush and hide your face in his neck. “The most sought out actress,” he continued his fawning.

“Okay, enough.”

“Aren’t you?”

You feel your face burning even more but agree, “I am.”

“Own it, baby.”

There’s a knock on the door, “come in.”

It’s Connie. She’s part of the camera crew from under the stage, making sure each graphic is displayed.

“Join us for dinner?”

You perk up at the thought of food and conversation with friends. “I’d love to.”

“We’d love to,” Harry corrects.

“Sorry, amor.”

“It’s good. Let’s go get food for my baby.”

Harry drops his phone, preferring to just stare at you as you both just came back from dinner with the crew. You don't mind it, not at all, but you also can't help the flush that takes over his face at the loving smile on his face.

To distract yourself from getting seduced by Harry, you grab your phone, making a phone call you've been postponing.

You bring it up to your ear and stick your tongue out at Harry, making him laugh and break his stare. You relax for a second as you wait for the other person to answer, and finally, on the fourth ring, they do.

"Hey you," you greet the voice cheerfully. The person across the line is your good friend Dylan O'Brien. You've worked on several movies with him and might be your closest friend in the industry as he took you under his wing. "I'm good." You're silent for a few seconds, "Yes, I was calling to congratulate you."

You chuckle, standing up beginning to walk around the dressing room, aware Harry follows you every move. "You were brilliant. A total ass whole, yes." You see, Harry narrows his eyes trying to figure out who you're chatting with. "I'm really proud of you. Yes, I called her earlier." You pause. "Come on, she's great."

You wave at Harry, and he sends you a wink calling you over to sit on his lap. You shake your head, focusing back on your call, "you're in the city. You live there. Well, I won't be there for a while." You laugh, and that's when Harry has enough coming to wrap his arms around your waist, setting his hand on your shoulder, and you let yourself sink against him. "Rumors are rumors." You know Harry can hear Dylan now. "Guess you'll have to visit me to find out." Dylan talks for a moment longer, and you indulge in asking a few questions catching up, "well, it was nice chatting. Take care."

You hang up, resting your hands over Harry's that have tightened since hanging up.

"Who was it?" He murmurs.

"Dylan, he was in the new short film for Taylor and wanted to congratulate him. Oh and Sadie, but we spoke earlier."

"You've filmed with both, right?"

You narrow your eyes, "surprised you don't know the answer."

You can't see but know he's rolling his eyes, "fine, fine. You worked with Dylan plenty. But Sadie on Fear Street played your sister this year."

"Awe, my boyfriend knows my films."

He pinches your hips, "laugh it up."

You turn, taking his distraction as an advantage.

"Hey," your hands move up to hold his face, making him look at you." I appreciate it, amor. I promise. Nice knowing you're a fan of me just like I am of you."

"Course I am. How could I not be?"

"Sorry to interrupt this sweet moment, but we need to run over a few things, H." Tom smiles at you, shrugging.

"You're fine. I needed a break," you tease.

Harry gasps, "Bel, how dare you?" He drops his arms from around you walking away, making sure to add a sway to his hips. "No kisses for you."

"H," he's almost to the door. "Baby." He freezes. "Kissy, please."

His shoulders drop, and he turns around, biting back a smile. He makes sure Tom is gone before kissing you deeply, making sure you'd miss him for the time he leaves.

"Good enough?"

"Another? Please."

And so he does, you let yourself get lost in the feel of his lips against your forgetting for a moment he was needed.

"Bel, I'll be back."

"Okay."

"You'll help me get ready."

You raise your hand and caress his cheek loving how there is not a light pink hue, "of course, mi amor."

Harry was incredible tonight. It seemed to pass in the blink of an eye; one moment, he was serenading the crowd to 'Falling' and now was blowing kisses to everyone as he took his final bow for the night.

He was dressed in a cream wrap blouse, and blue diagonal grid patterned trousers with lace embroidery. Harry never fails to take your breath away in the gorgeous looks. The pants are another you'd steal if you could; if not, everything was made to his exact size.

Jeff nudges you as you head backstage, "don't need alone time," he teases.

"Shut it, Jeffery. Got your wife on speed dial."

He looks shocked, "when did that happen?"

"When she informed me she'd be visiting me in Los Angeles."

"Only you?"

"Course."

"She's my wife." He reminds you.

"Don't I know it? Promise I'll share her for a bit."

Jeff pushes you into the dressing room as Harry briefly kisses you promising to be fast in the shower. "Be nice to her, Jeff," Harry calls out as he hurries to the shower.

You move around gathering all your items as Jeff sits on the couch, staring at his phone, waiting for it to ring. As you sigh in relief, sitting next to him, knowing all your things are ready to go, your phone rings. It's Naomi, you answer not sure what she could want at this hour.

"Hi, you."

"Bel."

"That's me."

"Are you alright?"

"Perfect." She doesn't answer. "Why?" Still no answer.

"Sarai told you she was fine." She clears her throat, "sorry, she had a dream you were sick or something."

"Everything's peachy."

"Hmm…is it?"

"Yes, it is. We'll be in San Diego in a few days. I'm excited about that."

"God, it's the worst."

"The beach is nice. Also, some nice book stores I wanted to check out."

"Are you driving there?"

"We are. Landing in LA, then driving up for the day."

"Hope you have a good time."

"Thank you.

"Send postcards. We tape them to the fridge."

"What an honor, I will."

You hang up and laugh, that was a strange call, but you're used to those from Naomi. One time she called you at four a.m., making you promise not to buy peanut butter because Sarai had a dream you choked on it. It's safe to say none of Sarai's dreams have ever come true as much as they believed they were psychic, even just a bit.

"It's happening," Harry voices as he waves his phone back and forth, showing how it keeps chiming.

"They are going insane." Jeff turns his phone to show you a video of several girls standing there in shock, staring up at the giant screens that display a single word, 'Pleasing.'

You grin up at him, excited for this next project he has coming out. He's talked to you endlessly about how nervous he's been to do it. Every collaborator has worked hard to produce excellent and ethical materials, and that is what you're most proud of.

"Anthony is out there, H," Jeff tells him.

Jeff guides you out to the common room, Harry holding tight to your hand as he tries to keep calm, knowing that everything is happening fast.

"Wonderful." He breathes out.

"It's going to crash," Mitch voices, playing with his son, who is holding a small ducky.

"It'll be fine." Jeff tries to assure everyone.

Harry is frowning at his phone. "was this the right move?"

"H, it's fine."

He looks worried, and you hate it. You squeeze his hand, making him look down at you.

"It's okay. This is good. They thrive on your chaos. Didn't you tell me they went crazy over 'Do' and that was just a tweet?"

Harry nods, focusing on his breathing, "you're right. They'll support Pleasing like they do me."

"Exactly."

He kisses your lips in gratitude, and you're happy to be part of this moment, that he'll look back years from now, and you'll be there on an important day for his career.

"We should go rest and see how it goes."

Pauli laughs, "none of your fans are going to sleep."

"I know," he chuckles under his breath, knuckling at his eyes, "but I'm tired."

"We should have a movie night?" Sarah says, ignoring Harry's previous words as she kisses her baby, who's wide awake. "He won't be down for hours."

"Should we?" Harry asks sarcastically.

"Yeah, that sounds good," Niji answers, and soon so does everyone liking the idea.

"We should watch one of Y/N's films." Mitch jokes.

Your eyes widened, "please no."

"Why not?" Harry bumps your hip, having given up rather quickly the idea of going to sleep with you.

"It's awkward. There are thousands of movies to choose from."

"As your friends, one of yours would be wonderful." Elin inputs.

And that's when you know it'll be a full-fledged movie night in Harry's room.

Jeff smirks, "Death of an Angel is good."

Harry's head snaps to Jeff as he tells him to shut up.

"Hey, I thought that one was good." You frown at Harry, who quickly shut it down, thinking he must not like it.

Harry's eyes soften as he presses a kiss to your cheek. "It's not that, mi sol."

"Then…"

He doesn't answer.

No one does for a moment.

"It makes him cry."

"What? Awe, H."

Harry hides his face on your shoulder, groaning. "Shut up."

Pauli shrugs, "I do too, sometimes."

"Well, H cries every time."

"You die. On-screen. Have some compassion." Harry tries to defend himself.

"Just a movie," Mitch grumbles.

"Whatever, excuse me if I don't want to see my girl dead."

"But she's not." Sarah answers.

"Another movie, or no?"

"Little Women is good."

"I don't want to see her get married," Harry answers quickly. You can't help but laugh as they speak about your role as Meg March.

"It's not real," you try to assure him, stifling a laugh.

"Not helping," he mumbles.

You decide to end his suffering, "we'll watch Empire Strikes Back, then decide from there."

Everyone is quick to agree. Everyone dispersed, promising to meet at the hotel room in an hour with promises of take out already there.

"Hey Harry, did you watch the new episode?" Sarah asks as she settles the bub in his car seat.

"I did not. Good enough to lose sleep over?"

Sarah laughs, surprised at his question, "yes."

"Then tonight, after you all leave our room."

You walk back into the dressing room, taking a look around, making sure you do not forget anything. By chance, you catch sight of Harry's charger and grab it placing it in your back. It seems everything is there, meaning time to leave, hoping there will be enough time to squeeze in a shower.

Harry slips both your bags on one shoulder, having packed up as the chaos outside was happening, knowing it would be hard to slip out right away like usual. He slips his arm over your shoulder, tucking you close.

What show?" You ask curiously.

"Huh, love?"

"Talking with Sarah."

"Oh, New Amsterdam."

"You watch?"

"Haven't I told you? Gem and I love the show, and well, I got Sarah to watch."

"Interesting."

"Want to let me know if you're making an appearance."

You think back to the schedule they sent you.

"Not anytime soon," you answer honestly.

"Are you playing with me?"

"Maybe."

"Fine, I'll keep watching."

You laugh knowing that the scenes you shot were very few that they had you come in early and only worked for a week. Your episodes would come out in January. There was a reason your assistant updated very few of the series on Twitter but enough to keep your fans looking out for you each episode.

"Good, raise the ratings," you tease.

"You think you're so funny, don't you, Bel."

"Some things come easy, you know."

Harry rolls his eyes, but the smile on his face says something entirely different. He opens the door to the black SUV as Jeff climbs into the driver seat, acting as your driver for the night, something you're sure Harry will tease him about as soon as he gets in the car.

You get in first, but stop him from sliding in.

"What now?" He teases

"Kiss?" You pout.

Instantly, you see him melt, and your heart floods with love knowing he does that for you.

"Come here," he mutters as he locks your lips with his. You meant to keep it short, but the hand on the back of your neck lets you know he's going to drag it on for as long as he can not, that you mind. You let yourself get lost in the feeling that is Harry, the sweet-smelling peach shampoo that is yours, knowing he must have forgotten his back at the hotel. You hum at the familiar mint taste, not knowing when he had time to take his mints out of your bag.

"Alright, love birds, cut it out."

Harry ignores Jeff kissing you for a few minutes longer until he's satisfied, but you know he never is, just like you never are.

He leans his forehead against yours, letting your breaths mix together, "I really wish no one was going back to our room tonight."

"I love you. We've got all the time in the world."

He sighs and knows everyone is excited, "I love you."

"And I want to eat." Jeff cuts in again.

You laugh as you scoot further in so Harry can buckle in and shut the door.

"Call your wife, Jeffery."

"At least I have one."

"Don't think I won't. Got the perfect girl to tie the knot with."

Your heart skips a beat at the thought of marriage with Harry.

Hell, it's so soon.

Though with Harry, it's something you hope happens.

He's your future.

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twenty-two san diego

[ohbuckie]

FLUORESCENT ADOLESCENT III

(first chapters are not a necessary read prior to this one)

college!bucky x fem!reader

summary: bucky fucks you in his desk chair during online class.

warnings: smut, oral (m receiving)

word count: 1.8k

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You lay on his bed while he’s in class—phone in hand, shirt of his over your shoulders, boxers hanging from your hips. It’s early, and you’re only half-awake because he has nowhere else to sit through his 8:00 AM philosophy class.

At his desk across the room, his top is bare and his legs are only covered by flannel pajama pants. His hair is sticking up in all directions, and he brings a mug of steaming coffee to his lips once every minute or two. His brow furrows as he concentrates on the work, and he presses his lips into a thin line while he answers a question in a Google doc. You stand, silently press a kiss to his temple, pad into the bathroom to clean your body of last night.

Water beats against the tile wall opposite the shower head while you undress, sticking your hand under the stream to feel the temperature until it’s warm enough to step in. You soak your hair, rub your eyes, let the water break off into tributaries that pool at your feet before disappearing into the plumbing. Your shoulders are heavy and a yawn heaves your chest upwards, reminding you of the poor sleep you had, thanks to Bucky’s inability to share a blanket.

You take your time scrubbing your scalp, listening to the soap slap the floor and watching it circle the drain while you rinse. Twenty minutes brings you freshness, and another two spent at the sink bring you minty breath. With a towel wrapped around your body, you walk out of the bathroom and step into Bucky’s room, closing the door behind yourself.

You feel his eyes on you while you dress, but he stays quiet. His professor drones on about existentialism, with his boring voice and a vaguely New England accent. When you’ve decided on your outfit for the day—another one of his shirts with only a pair of cotton panties, since it’s raining and you can’t go anywhere—you stand beside him, kissing his head.

“Hungry?” You ask quietly, so as not to speak over his class. He shakes his head. You ruffle his hair, turning to lay back down until he’s finished, but a hand on your wrist stops you. “Hm?”

He tilts his chin up and puckers his lips, inviting you down for a kiss. You grin and press your mouth to his carefully, cradling his head. The sweet gesture is soon anything but sweet, when he shoves his tongue through your parted lips and runs it along the back of your teeth.

You break the kiss hesitantly, smiling at him. His lips glisten with saliva, and he licks them clean for another taste of you. “Do your work.”

“I’m not missing much.”

“I will not be responsible when you fail your next test.”

“You won’t be.” He insists. You shake your head and kiss him again.

He puts his hand over yours and pushes it down his chest, stopping when you reach his lap. You take the hint and find his bulge, palming him through his boxers, swallowing the moans that you pull from the back of his throat. “Will you-”

You cut him off with a nod, sinking to your knees and ducking underneath the desk. You kiss along his waistband, your fingers sneaking underneath his pants, pulling the garment from his legs and letting it pool around his ankles.

He’s halfway hard already, and you aid the erection by kissing up the shaft. Your hand wraps around the base when your lips touch the head, softly stroking and feeling him grow under your touch.

Your teeth sink into his thigh to tease him, and he squirms uncomfortably. “Please, just-”

“Be patient.” You coo, giving him a few more careful jerks before letting your lips wrap around him finally. You push yourself halfway down, leaving yourself some room to continue with your hand’s ministrations. You look up at him with big, doe eyes, though he misses them because he’s busy squeezing his eyes shut and clenching his jaw.

He places a hand on the crown of your head, and pushes down ever-so-gently. While you bob your head up and down, moans begin to rise from him. His mouth hangs open while he breathes deeply, entirely uninterested in his professor’s lesson.

Your mouth waters when you close your eyes and think about how he could fuck your mouth if he wanted to; grab your head—maybe by your hair—shove it every which way necessary to make himself cum down your throat. He doesn’t, though, and instead allows you to do what you already know will bring him there soon enough.

He shifts to get more comfortable, and you nearly choke when the tip of his cock nudges the back of your throat. “Sorry.” He breathes. “Didn’t mean to do that.”

You hum around him in acknowledgment, and watch him trap his lower lip between his teeth to avoid reacting to the pleasure that comes with the vibrations. You swallow around him, hollowing your cheeks out, sucking hard. “F-Fuck.” He whispers, eyes glued to you. “You’re so hot.”

You listen to his noises and slip a hand between your legs and down your panties, dragging two fingers through your folds and spreading your wetness up to your clit. You roll it beneath your fingertips, pressing down as hard as Bucky usually does when he does this, and you gasp when you let a finger in.

You pull your head back and run your tongue slowly up the underside of his cock, lips pulling into a smile when they’re finally given the freedom to. You taste the salty pre-cum, flutter your tongue against the sensitive head of his dick, and pull away entirely.

“Wh-”

“I need you.”

“In my chair?”

“Uh-huh.”

He raises his eyebrows but doesn’t protest when you crawl from beneath the desk, and instead braces his feet against the floor, opening his arms to welcome you onto his lap. You throw a leg over him, sitting in front of his dick, thanks to the slight slouch in his posture.

He holds your face, tilting his head back so that he can reach your lips. You can tell he had a cigarette already this morning—probably on the fire escape, before the booming voice of his professor woke you up—and it makes you crave one, too, but not more than you crave him. Not even close.

He retracts a hand from your cheek and wraps it around himself, giving slow strokes to his thick cock. “Ready for it?” He asks, and you nod.

You pull your panties to the side and let him find you. He runs the tip along your entrance, coating it with your slick until he’s slippery enough to push in.

You sink down onto him and you moan together breathily, into each other’s mouths. “Fuck.” You whisper. “So big, Bucky.”

“Feel good?”

“Uh-huh. Gonna start moving.”

“‘Kay. Be gentle.” He kisses you. “Don’t wanna fall.”

You lift your hips and whine when you lower them back down, thighs tensing and core tightening to prepare for the repetition of the action. You brace your hands on his shoulders and feel him lean into you to attach his lips to your throat, sucking and biting and chilling the skin when he exhales through his nose over the wet spots that he leaves. Your lips pull into a smile when he works at a spot by your jugular with his teeth, very intentionally making it dark and leaving it above where any of your collars will reach.

The way he stretches you is familiar but not boring, because you’ll never be tired of the slight sting that comes with it for the first few minutes, or the way that he fills you up so nicely. He holds your ass in his large hands, guiding the movements of your hips expertly, because he knows exactly the angle that you need to cum quickly.

His laptop still drones on, but neither of you can hear individual words over the breath exchanged between your mouths, or the squeaking of the swivel chair beneath you. With a metal hand against your spine and a flesh one on your waist, he guides your movements—a constant repetition of up and down, over and over and over again.

You can feel the tip of his cock in your stomach, reaching depths that nobody before him ever could. A moan escapes from his lips when you squeeze around him, and his teeth sink into your collarbone. You grasp at his short hair, tugging gently and feeling him hum against you at the harsh action.

“Fuck.” He mutters.

He looks so pretty when you tilt your head down. His pink lips are parted to raggedly exhale, and his hair is even worse than it was when he woke up, since you keep pulling on it. He’s got a good amount of stubble decorating his jaw, which you noticed at first last night when he shoved his face in your neck to sleep. You crash your lips against his, kissing slowly while you hold his chin. You hear another noise from him, and assume you’re correct in thinking that he’s closer than you are.

“Almost there?” You ask against his warm mouth.

He nods. “Touch yourself.”

You comply immediately, pulling a hand from his shoulder and licking your fingertips before you find your clit with them. Pressing firmly, you trace circles into yourself, immediately feeling the effects when your stomach tingles and tenses. His tongue is in your mouth now, and he is very much responsible for your movements; he pushes your thighs and pulls your hips, leaving only the rolling and the clenching to you.

Your hand works rigorously at your core, and now that you’re both quiet with concentration, you can hear every lewd noise that comes from you working yourself on and off of him. Your fingers are slippery, but they stay focused on their task, and succeed when your toes curl and you open your mouth to whine, breaking the heated kiss.

You continue to move, but he soon holds you down, pumping you full of himself with a string of curses, and a few mumbles of your name. While you would love to bathe in the afterglow, his first name is being called from behind you.

“James? James Barnes?”

Without pulling out of you, he uses his feet to roll the chair closer to his desk, and uses his right hand to unmute his microphone. “Uh, yeah, hi.”

“Did you hear my question, James?”

“Um, no, I didn’t, sorry.” He looks at you and grins, holding back a laugh. “I was a little distracted.”

[gingersnaaps]

"yes" is conditional

the whorification of y/n, courtesy of one kuroo tetsurou and his special... talents <3

wc: ~2.4k

tags/tw's(PLEASE READ): dubcon, expicit n*fw, brainwashing/conditioning, mindbreak, bimbofication, mental aphrodisiac, exhibitionism mentions, uh implied sexual slavery(there's a cage at the end??), corporate!setting, fem!reader with inner genitals,

a/n: written for @sugawara-sweetheart and her decadence collab!

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The movies always get it wrong.

Kuroo thinks it’s hilarious how far off the mark they can be, honestly. He’s seen countless renditions of what people think mind control is like, and it’s always so corny and contrived - it’s not like he forces anyone to do things they don’t actually want to. He just… makes suggestions.

Nobody actually knows where their own thoughts come from, do they? So it’s almost too easy to place a suggestion or two in the back of someone's mind and pass it off as their own idea.

Most of the time, people are all too happy to comply with these suggestions.

And Kuroo’s more or less content with the free drinks he receives, the frequent raises his boss dishes out, and the one-night stands he easily gets as a perk of his little power. He really does enjoy the gifts other people seem to drop into his lap and the temporary flings he always finds himself in.

But he’s bored.

He wants more. He’s had enough of the short-lived gratification every time he persuades another pretty girl to come home with him.

So when he sees you walk by his office window, with your head always ducked low and your modest outfits all prim and put-together, it’s out of a passing curiosity - just a whim - that he starts his experiment. He wants to know just how far he can go in suggesting ideas and replacing thoughts, just how deep he can reach, and you’re perfect. You’re an unassuming and quiet coworker, you don’t attract attention, and he can tell that you’re one of those good girls just from the way you flush and avert your gaze when he talks to you.

Besides, he’s always wondered what your ass would look like in tighter skirts. Or, alternatively, with no clothes on at all.

Kuroo decides to make a project out of you.

As the days pass, he makes sure to time his coffee breaks so they sync up perfectly with yours. He makes sure not to do anything too overt, though - he doesn’t make you give him your number right off the bat, or ask you out immediately, or even drop any compliments. He wants to play it a little more subtle this time.

You find that you can’t help but take note of him, partly due to his constant presence, but also because you just can’t seem to tear your eyes away. Suddenly, there’s an insistent urge in the back of your mind constantly telling you where to direct your gaze, a little voice that whispers out how good his collarbones look, or how his back muscles ripple out under his shirt when he stretches. Your eyes seem drawn to his - and every time you make eye contact, you start flushing furiously, a tingling warmth spreading down your spine and into your cunt.

When you pass by his office, all he has to do is flash a cheeky grin, wink, and just like that, your panties are fucking soaked. You don’t know why you’re no longer able to control yourself around him, but it must be natural, right? It’s normal to have a relationship with a coworker go from completely platonic to you fantasizing about him stuffing your cunt full, right?

If he’s going to be honest, Kuroo likes seeing how horny he can make you every time he’s close by. He likes the way your face heats up, the way that cute body of yours seems to tense up, the way you cross your legs a little bit tighter when he walks by.

It’s not hard to make up fantasies to put in your mind, either - Kuroo thinks about you nearly all the time, after all. So when he finds himself drifting off in his office, thinking of the way you’d moan and scream and mark up his back if he were to pound you into the mattress, or maybe of how your pretty face would look dripping with his cum as he grips your hair and fucks your face, he doesn’t mind sharing them with you. And the look on your face when he does - oh, baby, it’s so precious.

You must be barely more than a virgin with how absolutely ashamed you act.

And slowly, of course, your wardrobe begins to change. When you find yourself at the mall, you’re no longer looking for conservative sweaters and cardigans that disguise the shape of your body. Maybe you’ve just lost interest in that style, especially with the way you find yourself drawn to the more… vivacious section. Now, you find it empowering to sift through racks of the tightest skirts, of v-neck blouses that give away your cleavage whenever you lean over.

When you show up at work, legs clad in tight stockings and your breasts pushed tight up against your shirt, you feel almost proud when Kuroo sees the way you’re dressed. In fact, when you find your gaze drawn to his, looking into his dark pupils blown wide with arousal, you feel that intense, throbbing heat in your cunt flare up again.

You feel good. You feel happy. You dress this way because you want to.

And when he finally asks you out to dinner, it’s easy - almost second nature - for you to say yes. Why would you ever want to say no when you’ve been so fixated on him for the past few weeks, when your mind has been filled with the dirtiest, unspeakable thoughts, when you’re so undeniably attracted to him?

On that date, you can barely think straight.

You’re just so fucking turned on the entire time, aren’t you? You can’t stop thinking about the way his cock would feel dragging up against your tight, wet, heat, about how his fingers would feel methodically taking you apart, how the flat of his tongue would feel flicking up across your clit.

You don’t care about the food. You barely even notice how much the bill for the dinner comes to. All you can think about is him.

Kuroo finds it almost endearing how tightly you cling onto his side during the taxi ride to your place. He can feel how warm you are, your shallow breaths puffing in and out, the way you tremble when he brings a thumb up to caress your cheek.

His experiment was so fucking worth it. You’re putty in his hands, a little plaything he can mold and shape to his liking.

That night, you are very much to his liking.

You pull him out of the taxi, whispering into his ear how much you’d like to show him around, but he isn’t fooled. You’ve invited him up not because you want to give a tour of your living area, but because you need him, because you don’t really have a choice with the way he’s been conditioning you for the past few weeks.

Barely five minutes have passed before you drag him to your bedroom, stripping off every useless item of clothing off. “Please,” you whimper. “Fuck me. Please. Please. I want it so bad.”

He knows you’re telling the truth, and as he grasps your thighs with his large hands and spreads you until you’re open and dripping, he’s only too happy to oblige.

Sucking gentle kisses along the crook of your neck, he bites at your soft flesh, running his tongue up along your pulse point until you shiver. He reaches down, trailing his hand over your chest and tummy until he arrives at your clit, and rubs slow, feather-light circles that leave you squirming and shaking, bucking into thin air until he grabs your hips and holds them down firmly in place.

He knows you want more. He can tell by the way your puffy clit pulses, swollen and tender, and the way you mewl whenever his fingers brush against your entrance.

“More,” you whisper, eyes wide and pleading. “I need more. Please.”

His cock twitches at the ragged desperation in your voice, and he almost wants to draw it out for a bit longer. You make such a pretty picture - he wants to run his hands through your disheveled hair, all mussed up and soft, wants to hold your face, glowing with sweat and flushed pink, wants to sear how depraved you look into his mind forever.

But who is he to deny you when you’re begging so nicely?

Weeks of pent up frustration have left you so, so sensitive - after all, your short, stubby fingers can’t reach nearly as far as his can, and the angle he’s able to hit every time he curls his fingers in a come-hither there motion isn’t something you could ever replicate. It’s so easy to make you cum when you’re desperate, and he indulges you, making you cream around his fingers as he thrusts them deeper and strokes at your walls.

And when he’s done prepping you, Kuroo finds that fucking into a needy cunt is so much better than just a willing one. Your pussy, slick and dripping wet, almost seems to suck his cock into your hole, and the lewd moan that falls from your lips as he bottoms out sends heat rushing to his core. He goes slow and careful at first - he wants you to enjoy this, after all - but your pussy feels so good, so warm and velvety, that he can’t help but speed up and ram his cock into you until you’re squealing like a bitch in heat. It might feel better without the condom he has on in the way, but that’s okay - he’ll save fucking you raw for another day.

After that night, you only grow more eager. You start doing things you never would’ve even imagined prior to his little interventions - you send him nudes from the work bathroom, slutty pictures that show off the curve of your ass and your tits covered in lace, candid shots of your lips wrapped around your fingers, sucking on them like you would his cock, even pictures of your cunt right after you’ve been touching yourself.

And just days after he’d fucked you for the first time, you find yourself at the pharmacist picking up birth control. You want to feel him cum inside you, to paint your pussy white and stuff you full until his seed is dripping out of you and dirtying the sheets.

Most of all, you want to please him. You want to make him feel good so that he’ll fuck you, offer you some sweet relief from the persistent ache in your cunt that gets particularly intense whenever he’s nearby.

You let him fuck you almost anywhere, anytime. He bends you over the sink in public bathrooms, running his fingers along your folds, or sprawls you out on his lap in his car, his cock deep in your cunt. You don't really mind if other people see the two of you - as long as he's gripping your hips tight, bruising your cervix until your skin blooms black and blue, sticky drool leaking from the corners of your mouth - he could be showing your naked cunt off in the middle of Times Square for all you care.

Kuroo can’t help but beam with pride at the way your demeanor has changed as of late. You used to blush whenever he would make eye contact with you, and now you’re begging him to get you off during rush hour on public transportation.

He likes this new version of you very much.

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Months go by, and you find that it gets harder to focus at work. Early on, it was easy to ignore the heat curling in your stomach whenever your thoughts drifted to Kuroo, but now the artificial glare of the screen gives you a headache, and the numbers and letters on the spreadsheets all seem to meld and jumble together until you can’t tell which is which.

You don’t really care about your boss’s performance review anymore. The customers can scream all they like. The most pressing concern on your mind, the one that you just can’t stop thinking about, is the insatiable need for Kuroo to fuck you, to lift you up against the wall and bounce you on his cock like a ragdoll.

Why would anything else matter?

To be completely honest, Kuroo hadn’t anticipated this particular side effect, but he supposes it makes sense that the more thoughts he replaces, the less original ones remain. There’s no longer as much of who you were before left, and - oh, Kuroo really shouldn’t be doing this to you, should he? But he finds that he doesn’t really care, doesn’t really mind, because you look so much better in your tight skirts, so much happier being the slut he’s slowly trained you to be.

He did like you for your personality - he really did. It was nice seeing you cute and quiet, but there’s just no room left for who you were anymore.

We’re all shaped and molded by our environment, aren’t we? The people we surround ourselves with, the places we grow up and live our lives in - it just happened that for you, your environment was Kuroo, and he did the work that society probably would have done anyway - albeit a bit differently, a bit more extreme.

Of course, he’s not delusional. He knows he’s responsible for the way you are now, so when you eventually get fired, he takes you in and lets you live with him. This way, you’re safe and warm and taken care of, and in exchange, he gets easy access to your cunt whenever he wants. There’s no more need for midnight calls or texts, because his pretty little fuckdoll is always waiting for him when he comes home.

He doesn’t have a spare room, but that’s not a problem. He lets you sleep on a couch at first, but the nice, comfy cage he orders for you comes in after just a few days. After all, he doesn’t want all his hard work to go to waste, and besides - you’re content with the few amenities your new accommodations offer: food, water, air, and cock.

Kuroo often finds himself admiring your pretty face, an expectant, needy expression plastered on your features and your eyes glazed over, stuck between the dirty metal bars like a dog waiting for a treat from its owner. He can’t help but think that this is how you were always meant to be, that this is the perfect relationship that makes both of you happiest.

Considering the state you’re in, you really don’t know any better, do you?

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