#i traced around their edges i rubbed them with my thumb . i was admiring my gokd work . i touched the scars on his hand with the tips of my

[whatifwekilledgodandwebothgirls]

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

All In 9

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, power imbalance, low self esteem, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: you meet a mysterious man on a night out with your sister. (petite!reader)

based on the winning option for this poll

Characters: casino owner!Bucky Barnes

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You can’t help but admire the books balanced in your lap. You’re overly aware of another set of eyes on you as you once more trace the title with your fingertips, not wanting to touch too much but simply unable to resist. It can’t be real. All the books you ever had come from the Goodwill or your grandmother’s closet. 

Bucky leans into you, his proximity still sweltering to you. You glance over at him sheepishly as you grip the edges of the top book to hold them steady. 

“Thank you,” you babble again, probably for the ten dozenth time. 

“You like them, doll?” 

“Yes, very much,” you push your shoulders up bashfully. 

“See, doll, all I wanna see is you happy,” he intones, “you’re happy, aren’t you?” 

“Sure, yes,” you stammer, “thank you.” 

He chuckles, amused by your incessant thanks yous. He rubs your shoulder and grips it tight, pulling you closer. 

“So, I made you happy,” he shifts his body slightly against the seat belt, “how are you going to make me happy?” 

You blink and gulp, clutching the books tighter. You bite down as you stare at him. Oh. 

“Can I tell you how?” He brings his fingertips up to pet your chin, “promise, it’s not too much.” 

“Mm, okay,” you utter. 

He grins and presses his thumb against your chin, “a kiss? Just one.” 

You let out a wispy noise and barely keep the books from slipping away. What? You can't be entirely surprised, you have no illusions, well as little as you can have, about what he wants and yet it’s like you’ve been slammed into by a sixteen-wheeler. Your clamp your lips tight as your bat your eyes. 

He considers you and his lips straighten, his dimples pitting beneath his beard, “you don’t want to?” 

“Uh, no, it isn’t...” your bottom lip quivers and your voice quakes. “I just...” 

You shudder and look at his mouth then his neck. You can’t look him in the face. Your whole body is alight and your heart is throbbing. How do you tell him the one thing you’re terrified to ever admit to anyone, though you’re certain they can see it clear enough. 

“You just what?” His voice is grittier, deeper. It adds an extra beat to your heart. 

“I never...” your eyes wander away, “I never kissed anyone. I’m sorry. I’m just... nervous. So I... I don’t know if I would be good.” 

He hums and rubs your chin, turning your head to him. He moves his hand to cradle your entire jaw and your throat bobs once more. You can’t help but reach to his wrist, clasping around his silver watch as your other hand strains to keep hold of the books in your lap. 

“Why wouldn’t you be any good, doll? Those lips can’t be anything but delicious.” 

You squeak and squirm in the seat. A tingle flows up your spine and strangles you. Your lips open and close like a fish out of water, a fluttering breath escaping you. 

“Doll, close your eyes,” he says. 

You can’t argue. You can’t move. You can barely think. So you obey. 

You shut your eyes and feel the heat around you stir. You can sense him leaning in and you stiffen as his breath glosses over you. He tilts your head up as his lips brush yours, his beard tickling your skin, and he presses firmly against you. You squeeze your eyes tight as he hums again and you let out a surprised squeak as his tongue pokes against your mouth. 

He pulls back as the books fall out of your lap onto the floor. Your eyes flick open and you try to look down. He holds you in place and pushes you back against the seat. 

“Forget them,” he urges as his hand stretches across your neck, “and open your mouth, doll.” 

He leans in once more and you’re plastered against the seat by his weight and the seatbelt. His mouth covers yours again and you let your lips go slack as his tongue delves within. You let out a murmur around him and slap your hand against the suede as his hand moves under your ear, a perfect vee beneath your lobe. He groans as he keeps his tending firm but soft, drawing back with a nibble as he leaves your lips wet. 

You sit there, eyes closed, puffing and trembling. He caresses your chin and purrs, “how was it, doll? Everything you expected and more?” 

You force your eyes open and look at him, shrinking down as you reach for his arm and try to dislodge his hand, “wow... I...” 

He smirks, “been a while since I left a lady breathless.” 

“I’m... sorry.” 

“Sorry?” He drags his touch along your jawline, “for what?” 

“I... was I bad?” You ask. 

He once more looms over you and you brace yourself. He kisses your forehead and slowly retracts his arm, “you are too good, doll. If I don’t stop myself...” 

You look around, fluttering lashes, shaky hands, and slowly bend forward. You gather up the books and slowly sit back. You stare forward, stunned stupid as the feel of his lips lingers. It wasn’t bad, just new, a little bit scary. Just like his words. 

What would happen if he didn’t stop himself? Could you stop him? 

🃏

The car rolls through a gate topped with golden points. You peer up at the urban mansion. You’ve never been to this part of town. The towering homes and curated lawns make you feel tiny. More so than usual. 

You fumble to undo your seatbelt as Merv opens the door. You slide out ahead of Bucky and he trails after, his hand on your back as he guides you up the stone walk to the front door. He punches in a code into the keypad and lets you in ahead of him. 

As you enter, you smell maple and bacon. He stays close to you, directing you with a point over your shoulder. You enter a dining room, the large table only set for two. He takes the books from you and sets them aside on the corner table. You swallow tightly. 

“My personal chef should be about done,” he pulls out a chair and looks back at you expectantly. 

You scurry up and sit with a thank you. He tucks the chair in under you and takes the chair on the other side of the corner, still close. Before you can settle in, a woman appears with two stemmed glasses. She sets one down before each of you as Bucky nods in fleeting acknowledgement, though his blue eyes only twinkle in your direction. 

“Smells good,” you chew your lip nervously and his gaze follows the gesture. 

“Nothing but the best, doll,” he winks and sips from his glass. 

You do the same, surprised by the bubbliness. There’s a slight tang to the orange juice you don’t expect. He’s still watching you, seemingly amused by the play of emotions on your face. 

“What?” You give a brittle giggle. 

“You,” he says, “it’s a mimosa...” he leans forward, “still tryna figure out what you like.” 

“It’s nice. Sweet,” you look at the glass and take another drink. 

“Mm, maybe something strawberry next time,” he suggests. 

“Ooo,” you smile but stop yourself as you feel goofy. 

You blow out between your lips, trying to expel the tension as his eyes stay stuck to you. His attention is flattering but no less intimidating. You were never one to be in the spot light. You peer around the room, admiring the modern but elegant decor. 

“Your house is so nice,” you rub your hands together nervously. “Must be nice living here...” 

“Eh, bit empty but not bad,” he says, “lonely.” 

“Oh,” you turn back to him. 

“Doll,” he pinches the stem of the glass, “I don’t want you to get the wrong idea here. I know I got a reputation, you probably read all about it online. But I’m a changed man... or trying to change.” 

You lower your brow in confusion. It’s strange to have anyone, let alone him, explain themselves to you. 

“You know, I was with a certain type for a long time but... nothing serious. No one like you.” 

Oh, you know. Why would he be with someone like you? You don’t dare to ask the question. 

“It’s... okay,” you stammer. 

“I don’t know any other way to do this,” he sits back and pushes his hair away from his face, “I’m taking it slow but...” his chest rises and he exhales heavily, “I hope you know how into you I am.” 

Your cheeks sting hotly and you can’t help but touch them. You avert your eyes, looking down, then cross your arms across your chest. You look at him and shrug. 

“Why?” 

He narrows his eyes and brushes his fingers along the trim of his beard. He puckers his lips thoughtfully. 

“I didn’t know until I saw you,” he drops his hand, resting it against the table. “I don’t know, you just looked... sweet. A bit lost. But I meant what I said, the skirt was cute. Kinda hoped you’d wear it today.” 

“Oh?” You let out apologetically. 

“That’s okay, doll, wishful thinking,” he says, “can’t have everything I want at once. I’m learning that.” He sits forward, “you’re teaching me how.” 

“I am?” 

“Sure you are,” he smirks, “waiting on you, aren’t I?” 

“Uh, yeah, I guess,” you twiddle your fingers nervously. 

Before it can grow awkward, the same woman returns. She has a tray in her hands, large and spread with serving dishes. She leans it on the table and lays it all out; bacon, sausage, eggs, toast, french toast, waffles, pancakes. Everything you could dream of for a perfect breakfast buffet. 

Your stomach grumbles loudly and Bucky tilts his head coyly. Did he hear that? You wait until the woman leaves to reach for your fork and knife, mirroring him as he does the same. He uses the tongs to put some bacon on his plate and offers you some. You take only one, it usually makes your stomach hurt. 

“You’ll be waiting on me tomorrow,” he says, as he continues to serve himself. Each time, he adds some to your plate as well.  

“I will?” 

“Probably a long day for me. You’re gonna have to get into the night shift, doll,” he explains. “Business and all that tripe. I’d rather have you by my side later anyhow. I’m not much of a morning person. Besides, I’ll need something pretty on my arm at the casino.” 

“Casino?” You echo. 

“Sure thing, doll. I gotta keep a watch over what’s mine,” he insists. 

“Right, er...” you look at your plate.  

The idea of stepping back into the casino makes your insides jelly. It’s so crowded and bright and busy. And with him, the one person everyone will be watching. At least there are no cameras permitted on the floor. 

“Just stick close,” he says, “shouldn’t be hard. I won’t let you get very far.” 

He chuckles and you poke at the scrambled eggs. What do you wear? What do you do? Just follow him around like a duckling? 

The woman returns, plaintive as she stands in the doorway. You glance over at her but Bucky keeps his attention on his food. 

“Thea?” He calls to her. 

“Sir, a package,” she declares. 

“Ah, yes, bring it in,” he demands and bites into a sausage. 

He chews and you opt to turn your focus to the growling in your stomach. You may as well enjoy what you can and you’ve never been shy of a good meal. You pour syrup onto the waffle and dust some icing sugar over it. He’s watching you, you peek up briefly to confirm it. You make your bites small and tidy. You wilt beneath his constant surveillance. 

The woman, Thea, returns. Bucky waves her over as she carries a white box. He drops his fork and stands. You hover your cutlery over the plate and watch as he dismisses her with a curt nod. 

“Please, enjoy,” he insists as he sets the box on the other side of the array of food. 

You stick to your conservative progress, curiously watching him as he pops open the lid of the box. He looks inside and smiles. He goes back to his seat to retrieve his napkin and wipes his hands. 

“How do you like them?” He pulls out a shirt, the edges scalloped around the bottom and neck, little purple hearts speckled all over. 

“Pajamas?” You wonder aloud. 

“Thought they’d be cute,” he smiles and drapes the shirt over the back of the chair in front of them, revealing the matching shorts. “You can take some pictures for me tonight.” 

You nearly choke. You tried to forget that picture. Both of them. His and yours. Right then, you can only think of him in the towel. 

“I’ll have it packed up with the books for you to take,” he puts the pajamas back in the box and closes the lid. “Let’s finish our food.” 

“Uh, okay, thank you,” you stammer. 

“Doll, it’s all just beginning,” he sits and reaches for his mimosa, holding it out. You take yours and he clinks your glass. “Here’s to us.”

[marvelobsessed134]

Wreck the halls

This is part of my 12 days of fics

Pairings: Dom!Natasha x Sub!Reader

Warnings: smut, fingering, housewife kink, and I think that’s it.

Summary: In which Natasha can’t get enough of her subby wife.

You hummed to the Christmas music playing softly in the background as you put the last batch of cookies into the oven. You took the mittens off, putting them into the drawer before stretching your back.

Just then your wife, Natasha, came home from work. She had to go on a small mission before the holidays. The assassin looked at you through the kitchen entryway. She admired the way the denim shorts clung to your ass. Despite it being 30 degrees outside (it’s New York and it’s snowing) it was pretty warm inside the apartment so it made sense you opted for some shorts.

But god. Made Natasha just want to take you. The redhead quietly put her stuff down. You still weren’t aware that she had arrived, too busy washing up the mess you made.

You felt her arms creep up and wrap around you from behind. You smiled, leaning into her embrace as she kissed your neck. “Mmm hi baby.” You moaned.

“Hi sweet girl. Can you do something for me?”

“Yeah, sure Nat. Anything.”

“Bend over the counter.” Her demand was a bit of a surprise but you obeyed anyways, bending over the counter. You felt her hands caress your ass before unbuttoning your shorts and pulling them down along with your panties.

“Fuck, you’re already so wet for me babe.” Nat whispered.

“All for you, Natty.”

“Yeah? So sweet and submissive. Willing to bend to my every need. Need to fuck you right now.” Her fingers traced the outside of your pussy before entering in slowly.

You moaned and gripped the edge of the counter. She began to pump in and out at a steady pace while rubbing your clit with her thumb.

She rolled her eyes back at the feeling of your plush walls clenching around her. “Fuck. You’re such a pretty little housewife. All for me, yeah?”

“Yes, Natty! All for you!” you moaned.

“Good girl. Fuck, I love you so much. You’re everything to me. I love wrecking you.”

“Mmm natty I love you too.”

She continued to fuck you harder, slapping your ass every once in awhile before she felt you cum onto her fingers. Natasha groaned before pulling out of you and sucking her fingers clean.

“So, I see you made some cookies.” The redhead spoke as you pulled up your shorts.

“Yeah, wanted to make those kinds with the herheys kiss in the middle.”

“My favorite. How did you know?” She wrapped her arms around you and pulled you close.

“I don’t know, maybe just the fact we’ve been married for three years?”

“Mmm that might be it.” And she captured her lips with yours.

[niki-phoria]

it's so sweet knowing that you love me

pairing: okkotsu yuuta x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff/comfort word count: 554

notes: yuuta my beloved <33 trying to work on making my fics longer lol, mention of reader wearing lip tint, inspo from this prompt list by @urfriendlywriter, title from cigarettes after sex - sweet

“i’ll be back soon,” OKKOTSU YUUTA tells you with a soft smile. he holds his katana in his hand, diligently wrapping the covering around it before sliding the weapon over his shoulder. “they said the curse is only a grade one. it’s nothing serious.”

you frown softly, taking a step closer to him. your gaze lingers on the thin metal ring wrapped around his finger. it almost glints beneath your kitchen lights, a glaring reminder of the curse permanently attached to yuuta. “if it wasn’t serious they wouldn’t have called you.” 

“i’m sorry.” yuuta catches his bottom lip between his teeth. his eyes flutter shut as he reaches up, brushing a hand through his bangs - a nervous habit. his hand lingers at the back of his neck, anxiously scratching against the nape of his neck. “i know this is hard on you, too.”

yuuta startles when you catch the collar of his jacket. he watches with wide eyes and rosy cheeks as your fingers curl around the fabric, gripping it tightly. his uniform will need to be ironed later, crumbled in the grasp of your hand, but he can’t find it in himself to care as you pull him back into your arms. 

leaning your head against his shoulder, you find solace in hiding your face into the crook of his neck. stray strands of his hair tickle against your cheeks. his arms snake around your waist; you shiver when yuuta’s fingers slip beneath the fabric of your t-shirt, rubbing indistinct shapes against the skin of your hips. 

the hum of the refrigerator whirring fills the silence. you shift slightly to lean your head against yuuta’s chest. closing your eyes, you focus on the rhythmic sound of his heart beating. the continuous thump thump thump soothes the worst of your anxieties. 

time passes indistinctly. you allow yourself to get lost in the tranquility of the moment until yuuta leans in. he presses a feather-light kiss against your forehead. “i need to go,” he whispers guiltily. 

reluctantly, you pull away, but your arms linger wrapped around his neck and his hands remain tentatively against your hips. yuuta’s eyes are the colour of honey. his gaze traces the contours of your face, admiring your features. slowly, you lean in. his lips are soft when they meet your own. your bodies mold together like two puzzle pieces - like you were made for each other. your lips linger for a little longer than normal; the kiss is bitter but sweet. remnants of your lip tint stain yuuta’s lips, painting them a soft cherry pink. 

yuuta’s hands slip to rest comfortably against your waist. your own fingers tangle into strands of his overgrown hair, raking through the soft strands at the nape of his neck. his cheeks flush brightly when you pull away, leaving his face shining a brilliant shade of pink. yuuta smiles bashfully. he’s almost sure you can hear just how fast his heart is beating in his chest. 

“come back soon,” you murmur. resting your hand against his cheek, you carefully brush your thumb against his smooth skin. your fingertips trace against faded acne scars and still-healing bruises. hues of purple bloom along the edge of his jawline. “come back safe.”  

yuuta smiles. leaning in, he presses another chaste peck to your lips. “i always do.” 

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[zahraaziza]

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄. 𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: this was actually a piece i wrote on joel, however i changed it up cause i thought it'd suit the loving mommy dom abby agenda more, which i wholeheartedly support, so here we are. enjoy reading!

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: abby's strap is referred to the way you would a bit similarly to an actual dick, only serving to make the descriptions seem more vividly and organically.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. explicit sexual content. 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢.

—୨♡୧ now playing 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 (𝐫𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐧)

abby admires you as you cater to her every need, which is to see you sucking on her strap…

the tips of your dainty fingers delicately traced the very tender veins prominent on her length, whilst her rugged digits trailed along the lithe silhouette from the nape of your neck, to those plump lips of yours, agape, only mere inches away from where she needed you most.

the rough pad of her thumb traced your slightly puckered bottom lip, giving it a nice tug and dipping in to the cup of your mouth, meticulously lathering up the saliva dripping off your velvety tongue like honey, as her knuckles nuzzled just below your chin.

amorous gaze resting on your ever so prettily fucked out features, her thumb coated with your lukewarm essence, brushed past the fine contour of your jaw, faint mewls bubbling away beneath her agonizingly slow yet gentle touch.

the edges of her nails dug into the soft flesh of your throat, by which abby gradually led you forth, your fingers interlacing at the base of her shaft, the delectable tip of her strap jerking which ever way your heart desired.

god, she loved you like this.

so sweet and pliable, sitting at her feet with your temple drowsily resting against the strong, supple inside of her thigh.

flashing her those bambi eyes all shimmery and glossy, whilst your delicate long lashes layed on the round apples of your cheeks, dreamily batting them up at her.

and nobody else but her.

"go on, baby. you know just how to make me feel so, so good", she cooed, her voice layed low yet edged to shake, as she lightly bucked her hips up into the faint squeeze of your palms around her base from down under.

she couldn't bear to throw her head back, not when your luscious lips as exquisite as silk engulfed her tip, lapping up those milky tinted beads of your spit glazed with your abiding want and devotion to her, graced her vision.

loving praises rolled off her tongue like velour, as hoarse groans of hers permeated the little space between the both of you, your teeth barely grazing that spot just below the head of her cock, the fabric of that strap tenderly rubbing up against her swollen clit, "atta girl, just like that, keep working it."

shiny tears welled up behind your honeyed irises, at the feeling of her length driving deeper into your mouth with each rut of her hips, leaving abby to smooth that little crease between your eyebrows knitted together in pleasure, your eyelids almost fluttering shut.

"eyes on me, baby", she gingerly brushed those strands framing your face behind the shells of your ears, cupping your jaw within the flat of her calloused palm, "my pretty girl, all eager to please me, aren't you?"

hissing at the sight of every drag of your lips along her size turning the more sloppy, drool trickled down the underside of her length, all sticky against your chin, coating her toy in your sweet juices as a trail of saliva dripped past your softly parted lips.

"what a messy little thing you are for me, huh", abby groaned, rasp in her tone like gravel teetering on the brink of her release, not once faltering his blissed out gaze on anything but you on your knees nestled in between his legs,

the object of her every desire.

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[persephonewritessometimes]

neon lights // hotch x reader

Summary: You can't control yourself and beg for Hotch to take you home.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x (F) Reader

Word Count: 1391

Warnings: SMUT!!!!!!!!, unprotected p in v, oral, pet names

Key: y/n = your name

AN: HELLO I'M ALIVE! Grad school has been kicking my ass, but I'm still trying to write as an escape. Currently working on the next chapter of MATD!

  It’s not my fault. Really, it’s not my fault at all. It’s all Aaron’s fault for wearing dark jeans with a black button-up, the sleeves rolled up to show off his slutty forearms, the veins tracing his skin looking downright sinful in the low light of the bar. I haven’t even had one drink and I’m already ready to drag him out the back door to the left and have him fuck me up against the alley wall, but we’re with friends and I need to behave.

         It’s like he has a sixth sense to know when I’m having pornographic thoughts. I was in the middle of imagining him face fucking me in the alley when I feel a finger under my chin pulling my face up to look at him. I look at him through my lashes and he chuckles, Rossi rolling his eyes at the interaction and jumping into Reid and Emily’s conversation.

         “What are you thinking about, pretty girl?” He murmurs, searching my eyes.

         “Nothing, sir,” I say, the honorific slipping too easily off my tongue, and I know I’m caught.

         “Nothing? I don’t believe that. Your pupils are huge, your breathing has started to pick up, and you keep picking at your cuticles as a distraction technique. If my assumption is correct, you’re turned on right now. Are you turned on?” He asks, looking down at me, finger coming down to hook around the heart ring in my choker. I suck in a breath, and he pulls me closer with the finger in my choker. “Answer me, princess.”

         “Yes, yes, I’m turned on. Can we go home and fuck please?” I ask and give him my best puppy dog eyes and he laughs.

         “Since you asked so nicely, pretty girl, yes, we can go home and fuck.” We bid the team goodnight and walk out to his car. He opens the door for me and helps me inside, a swift kiss pressed to my cheek before he shuts the door and walks to the driver's side. He backs out swiftly, one hand coming to rest on my thigh. “I think that was a new record – you didn’t even make it an hour.” He says, thumb rubbing mindless circles into my thigh. I sigh, embarrassed, and he just shoots me a shit-eating grin. “I’m not complaining, princess, just making a joke.” He speeds the whole way home and I’m thankful that Jess is watching Jack this weekend. I wait patiently as Aaron parks the car, gets out, and comes and helps me out. As I walk inside the house, he gropes my ass and I giggle. I barely make it inside the house before he’s on me.

         His lips crash against mine, stealing my breath and giving me life in the same second. He’s relentless, demanding control, and I yield to him. His hands come up to push my little tank top down my arms and torso, freeing my breasts. His hands cup them, squeezing just enough to border the line of pain and pleasure. I moan into his mouth, and I can feel him smile against my lips.

         “Bedroom. Now.” He says in that low voice that makes my panties dampen and throw common sense out the window. I slip out of my shoes as I make my way back to the bedroom and start to shed what little clothing I have left. I can hear him doing the same behind me. I jump onto the bed, leaning back on my elbows to admire his naked form as he stalks towards me. I have no time to react as he grabs my ankles and yanks me further down the bed, so my ass is almost hanging off the edge. “Now, are you going to let me enjoy my dinner?” He asks, and I nod even before the last couple of words are out of his mouth. “Good girl.”

         He runs his fingers up my slit, collecting my arousal before rubbing tight circles on my clit, my hips jump up, and he slides his other arm over them, holding me down as he plays with me. He’s lazily using his fingers, waiting for me to beg him to use his mouth. I last for a minute.

         “Please, fuck, god, can you eat me out? Please?” He grins, before replacing his fingers with his tongue. I arch my back, hands immediately coming down to grip his dark hair. He alternates between circles around my clit and shallowly thrusting into my entrance. I let him go at his pace for a few minutes before I gasp out, “More, please. Please use your fingers.” He immediately obliges, sliding two fingers in and curling them to hit my g-spot, he puts pressure on it for a little bit, just thrusting his fingers inside of me at the right pace and my orgasm takes me by surprise, thighs clenching around his face. He sucks hard on my clit and helps me ride it out. I push him away, panting, and the sight of my arousal on his face has me clenching around nothing. “Get up here, please, fuck me, hard,” I say, grabbing his face as he pushes me up the bed and climbs in over me, resting on one of his elbows.

         He wraps a hand around his cock, pumping it a few times before sliding it through my arousal, he rests the tip at my entrance and with his free hand, threads a finger through my choker, pulling lightly until my back is arched. He kisses my lips softly and starts to push inside, both of us breaking apart to watch him enter me. I let out a soft whimper, as I watch each inch of him slip inside of me. I’m always surprised that he can fit.

         “Your pussy’s so wet for me.” He groans into my ear, and my pussy clenches in response. My body finally lets the rest of his length in with a wet squelch. “You hear that, pretty girl? Hear how wet your tight pussy gets for me? I’ve barely down anything to you and you're dripping down my cock.” My hands scrabble for purchase on his back as I process his dirty words. He’s not even moving, just still inside of me, eyes watching me carefully. I grow desperate for friction and hike my hips upward, trying to fuck myself on his cock. He chuckles, a low, dark sound. “Look at you. You’re pathetic. Can’t even wait a few seconds. Are you trying to get yourself off on my cock?” I nod. “Pitiful.”

         His hand wraps around my throat as he shallowly thrusts. I feel my eyes start to close and he squeezes tighter.

         “No, princess, keep those pretty eyes on me.” It takes all my effort to open my eyes and look at him. “That’s it, good girl. You’re my good girl.” My pussy clenches in response to his words. “Do you like being my good girl?”

         “Yes, sir, please, sir, anything for you. I’ll always be your good girl.” He gives me a soft kiss, so at odds with the harsh way his hips have started to pick up, starting to properly fuck me into the mattress.

         “You look so pretty like this. You look so pretty taking my cock.” His pace is punishing now, and I’m only getting wetter in response, leaking onto the bed as his cock pounds into me.

         He hikes my legs up on his shoulders, my thighs pressing into his chest, and the new angle allows him to go even deeper, hitting that spot inside of me every time.

         “Fuck, you feel so fucking good. I love being inside of you.”

         I’m overwhelmed, senses heightened, and narrowed down to the feeling of him pumping in and out of me. He picks up the pace again, and I scream, the pressure building to an inescapable height.

         “You can take it, baby.” And that’s all it takes his voice, and I’m hurtling over the edge, panting like a bitch in heat in between my moans. “There you go.” He follows soon after and I can feel him paint my walls. He helps me get my legs off his shoulders, slipping out of me and crawling into bed beside me. He kisses my temple as I come down from my high.

[blixabargelds]

always giving the other the first bite of their food mwah <3

or doing their makeup for them could be delicious

this took sooo long sowwy <3 also ended up being 1.5k oops. have a post canon superstar quickie.

- doing their makeup for them

“Will you hold damn still?” 

Gale grips John’s jaw like a vice, tongue sticking out a little between his lips in concentration, eyeliner clutched in his other hand. John’s nails are drying black and glossy. Gale’s managed to get one eye done already, but John keeps scrunching up his face and twitching. 

“We’re not glam fuckin’ rock, Buck,” John says. His breath tickles Gale’s palm. “It don’t have to be perfect.”

“If you’re gonna do somethin’, you might as well do it right,” says Gale. 

John laughs. It sends the eyeliner smudging down toward his temple, and Gale tuts, licking his thumb and rubbing the pencil off. John’s fingertips keep tracing up the ladder of Gale’s ribs. Back down again, gently. It’s distracting as hell.

“If you don’t stay still I’m gonna make you regret it.” 

John blinks at him from under the raccoon-like scrawl, eyes gleaming. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Gale says. He uses John’s rapt attention to his advantage; swooping the soft pencil under his lash-line in a swift glide. John blinks hard again, and Gale catches his hand on the way up to his face. “Don’t- leave it alone. You wanted me to do this, stop tryin’ to sabotage me.”

“Maybe I just wanted you to touch my face,” John smiles demurely.

Gale rolls his eyes. He guides John’s hand back to his waist as he leans around him, fishing around in Rosie’s filthy makeup bag. He wrinkles his nose at the state of it. Half the stuff inside is bound to cause some kind of viral infection. Everything is expired, definitely second hand- probably stolen from an ex girlfriend, or the cumulative effort of pinching one mascara from every one night stand. Gale finally finds something sealed: a small, round pot of light blue glitter. 

“Ah, ah,” John says as Gale drags it out. “No fuckin’ sparkles. Not glam rock.”

“It’ll bring out the colour of your eyes,” says Gale, twisting the lid off and dipping a finger in. 

“I’ll look like a fuckin’ fairy.”

“You are a fairy,” Gale says. He grips John’s chin with his free hand. “Just a bit, c’mon.”

John pouts but stays blissfully still as Gale prods at the corners of his eyes. He leans back a little when he’s done, admiring his work. The sight in front of him makes his chest swell, and he bites his lip to stop from grinning. John looks up at him, eyes rimmed in black and seeming larger as the glitter catches the light. Gale wants to devour him. He wonders how long they have until their set. 

“Pretty?” John smirks. 

Gale flushes a little. He’s almost drooling. “Uh-huh.”

“Your turn.”

Gale shakes himself. “Huh?”

Before his brain catches up, John’s trading places with him; hands on his hips to spin him around and dump him onto the stool. He leans over him, reaching into the makeup bag and pulling out the first lipstick he finds. Gale blushes deeper.

“Bucky,” he says, a low, nervous warning.

John says, “It’s only fair.”

“Lipstick?” Gale says. He swallows hard, trying to push the memories of his father to the back of his mind; fingers in his mom’s makeup, blood from Gale’s nose colouring his lips instead, in the end. 

“You got such a pretty mouth,” John says. He dips his head lower, kissing Gale softly, right where his scar pulls a little at the edge of his lip. “Hey. Trust me.”

Gale looks into John’s lacquered eyes for a long moment. Then he nods, parting his lips and allowing him to cover them in the waxy paint. Gale catches sight of the shade before it goes on. A deep purplish red. It’s nice. 

“See?” John says as he finishes. 

He takes a hold of Gale’s shoulders, spins him around to face the dirty dressing room mirror. Gale stares at himself. He looks less like a girl than he thought he might. The last time he’d dared to wear makeup- a show five years ago, Marge’s expert movements coating his lashes in mascara- he’d looked decidedly feminine. He hadn’t been sure how to feel about it at the time. But now, hair shorter, shaggy and flicking just around his ears- the pink-white of the scar running from his mouth to his cheekbone, stubble dusting his jaw and his chin-

He looks good. He looks interesting. He looks- he looks too clean. 

“This is verging on glam, Bucky,” he says. 

John, perching over his shoulder and smiling at him in the mirror, frowns. “You think?”

“I think,” Gale says. He takes in John’s glitter; his own dark lips, and laughs. “We’re gonna get spat on.”

“This ain’t England,” John says. “Or ’79.” 

“It’s too neat,” Gale says. He lifts his gaze, looking up at John’s flopping curls, his chin digging into the top of Gale’s head. 

John wraps an arm around his chest and bends down to kiss his neck. “Alright,” he says at Gale’s ear. Gale shudders. “What do you suggest?”

“Mm,” Gale hums. He turns back to face John, strokes up his thighs as they move to bracket his knees. “Got an idea.”

Gale tickles along the outer seams of John’s jeans for a moment, before unzipping his fly and sinking to his knees. John’s half-hard already as Gale takes him out of his pants. He traces his tongue over John’s cock, feeling it fill and jump under his taste buds. John groans, tangling his fingers in Gale’s hair. 

“’M gonna look like I got a disease,” he mutters, as Gale opens his mouth wide and licks a sloppy wet trail up to the head. 

“No one’s gonna be looking at your dick, Bucky,” Gale says. 

He laves his tongue around John’s cock, letting saliva pool in his mouth and drip down his chin. He kisses the underside, smears the lipstick there, then takes John down to the hilt. Feels him fully harden against the barrier of Gale’s throat. With every pull off and sink back down, Gale drags his lips against the sensitive skin, leaving smudges of red as he goes. He works his fist over the base of John’s cock, making sure to brush up against his lips with his fingers with each tug. 

“Fuck, Gale,” John hisses. Gale hums in acknowledgement and doubles down, bobbing his head with speed. They don’t have too long. “Jesus, I’m gonna come, baby.”

Gale flicks his tongue. Presses the point of it into John’s slit, tastes him leaking there. His eyes water as he takes him deeper. Thinks maybe he should’ve put on eyeliner, too. John’s hand tightens in his hair, and Gale presses himself further, sucking hard, and John comes down his throat with a groan. Gale swallows. Pulls off smiling, swipes the back of his hand over his mouth. 

John laughs, breathless. “That’ll do it.”

Gale’s knees click as he straightens. In the mirror, he looks debauched. Streaks of blood red halfway down his chin, the line where lip meets pale skin thoroughly smudged. 

“Now you,” he says. He’s aching in his jeans. 

John grins, drops to his knees in return and frees Gale’s flushed cock with jittery fingers. He spits into his hand, grips him hard straight away, and twists. Gale’s breath leaves him in a rush. He thrusts into John’s hand as he makes quick work of him, heat curling in his groin already. John’s tugs are fast. A little too dry, desperate and sort of mean. Pre-emptive payback, Gale guesses. It’s sweet, how after all this time John can read his mind like an open book.

“God, John,” Gale gasps. He grasps at John’s shoulders, head falling back, heart beating hard against the inside of his ribs. 

“Give it to me, doll,” John says.

Gale does. He comes over John’s waiting face, moaning and shivering as he watches it cover his eyelashes, his cheeks- dripping down toward his jaw. Black kohl runs with it. There’s glitter in Gale’s cum.

“Jesus,” he breathes. John lets it drip for a moment, before wiping it off with his bare hands. He wipes them on his shirt, next. “John, that’s filthy.”

“Uh-huh,” John grins, standing up and inspecting himself in the mirror. He grabs a baby wipe, removes the most obvious evidence of seed from his face, leaving behind a messy smear of makeup that mostly just looks as though he’s been out in the rain. “Least it’s white.”

“I ain’t borrowin’ that one for a while,” Gale says. He looks at the shirt somewhat mournfully; poor Verlaine’s face creasing sticky and white. 

“How do I look?”

“Kind of like someone’s just come in your eyes,” Gale says. 

John throws his head back and laughs. “Fancy that.”

[henry-espionage]

Lessons in Holding Your Tongue

word count: 1048

pairing: tenya iida x transmasc!reader

includes: d/s dynamic, sub!reader, spanking, dom!tenya iida, use of 'sir' honorific, shibari, aftercare

author's note: this? this is pure self-indulgence. i have a swearing problem and i need tenya to fix it.

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“Any tingling, darling?” You squeezed Tenya’s index finger and opened your hand against the gentle pressure of his own. Even though you were on your stomach, you could still make out the way the cobalt blue ropes held your body in place. You looked gorgeous, tied up by and for him. 

“No, Sir. All green.” You replied contentedly. Tenya rewarded you with a gentle head scratch and a kiss to your temple.

As you rested your head on the pillow, you relished in the breeze that ghosted over your naked and bound body. All was peaceful in yours and Tenya’s bedroom as he rifled through the box of impact toys you two had accumulated over the years; anticipation lapped at the edges of your mind like waves on a sandy shore.

From behind you, the thwack of wood against skin rang through the air. Tenya hummed thoughtfully before he moved round to your head, wooden paddle in hand. He gently tipped your head up with his spare hand and traced the implement over your cheek. You could just make out the open toy box through the small holes in the paddle.

“Do you think you can handle this today?” His voice was soft; his thumb stroked at your cheek. You nodded in response to which he gently slapped your face, “don’t slip down yet. I need your words, darling.”

“Yes, Sir,” your voice was laced with anticipation, “I can handle the paddle.” A smile spread across Tenya’s face.

“There’s my good boy.” He moved around so he was next to your arse. The paddle settled on your right buttock cheek, pressing into your skin. Tenya cleared his throat. 

“I must say, darling, you’ve been improving your language under these new rules,” his voice was now stern, but loving. The wooden implement rubbed over the globe of your arse as he spoke. “But you still went over your cursing limit. Remind me how many swear words I allow you every week.” 

“Twenty-one, Sir. Which averages out to three a day, Sir.” He softly chuckled behind you.

“I see you’re learning,” he bent down so his lips were ghosting the shell of your ear, “and yet you still went four words over the limit which earns you…?” You took a deep breath to counter the anticipation rising in your throat.

“Twenty spanks, Sir. Five for each swear word.” Tenya rewarded your prompt answer with a kiss on the back of your neck.

“Remember to count aloud.” 

Perhaps it wouldn’t be surprising to the outside world if they knew that his strictness followed him into the bedroom; that didn’t make this any less tantalising, though. This rule was new for the both of you – something you’d been hesitant to bring up to Tenya – but your language had already started improving since its implementation. In fact, expanding your dynamic outside of bedroom matters was doing wonders for both of you.

Whilst the first five strikes were sharp, they were merely warm-ups, and therefore not hard enough to cause any serious bruising. That was for later. For now, you just counted each strike dutifully and thanked him every time. 

Come strike six, his hand squeezed your arse cheeks, admiring the heat that thrummed through them. There was complete still for a moment as he inspected his paddle-work. Your breath quickened. Seven, eight, nine and ten all came in rapid succession, all delivered hard enough to have you jolting forward in your bindings.

“Ah!” You cried out as Tenya roughly pulled you back, “ten, thank you, Sir.” He checked your bindings once again.

“Halfway through, darling. You’re taking this so well,” his hands rubbed over flesh that would surely bruise, “are you still green?” 

“Yes, Sir. Please continue my punishment.” It was impossible to miss the low rumbling of his chuckles even as you breathed deep to settle yourself again.

Already, you were beginning to bruise as the paddle struck down again on the tender flesh. With each hit, Tenya added more force as if he was completely unaware of your loud shouts; the thud of the wooden paddle mixed with the sting of the holes carved into it was making your head spin with overstimulation. 

“Oh- sixteen, thank you, Sir! Fu-Oh!” It took you a moment to regain composure after your close call, “seventeen, thank you, Sir.” Tears were beginning to prick at the corners of your eyes; your legs were trembling under the heaviness of the last few strikes. 

“Good save, pretty boy. Only three more to go.” His voice cooed softly, giving you a moment to catch your breath before he brought the paddle back down with a harsh crack. You screamed in pain.

“Eighteen! Thank you, Sir!” Tears finally pushed themselves over your lash line as you took gasping sobs. Tenya refused to let up and delivered the final two spanks in quick, brutal fashion. “Nineteen! Twen-nty! Thank you, thank you, thank you, Sir!” Your desperate babbling filled the room as you struggled to catch your breath. Your lover set the paddle down and crouched down in front of you. He lifted your face up.

The pillow below you was drenched with your tears. You wept openly and leaned into Tenya’s large hand, still thanking him for punishing you as your brain was teetering on the edge of subspace. With the utmost care, he brought your lips to his, catching them in a loving but uncontrolled kiss.

“You took your punishment so well, I’m so proud of you, baby boy.” He mumbled against your lips as he wiped away the tears from your face with the pads of his thumbs. Here, you were safe. Tenya would always protect you, push you to be the best version of yourself. “You can slip down, sweetheart. Sir’s got you.” You needed no other prompting; any remaining tension held by your body evaporated as you sunk into complete submission.

By the time you came back to the present moment, the ropes and toy box had been stashed back into their rightful places. Tenya had just finished applying the arnica cream and was now holding you close to his chest. His heartbeat thudded calmly against his chest. Maybe this wasn’t everyone’s idea of domestic bliss, but for the two of you? Nothing could ever compare. 

[rubendiasthoughts]

Heyy 🤭 This is part two of friends with benefits, hope you enjoy 🤭

Friends with benefits with Ruben Dias - part two:

You stood with your back flush to the wall behind you, Ruben's hand wrapped around your neck pushing you into it. You reached your hand up and put your hand on his as he squeezed your neck, making you widen your eyes in surprise. You looked up to see him leaning in, his lips right next to the shell of your ear.

"I think you need to be reminded who you belong to, huh sweet girl?" you heard his hoarse voice. He pulled back a little bit to take a look at you, a smirk spread on his face as he admired a crimson blush that appeared on your cheeks, the way his hand looked gripping your neck, how you let out a quiet whimper when you felt him add more pressure to it. He loved the way your body reacted to him, it stroked his ego in the best way.

Seeing you bit into your lower lip made him snap out of the trance, he leaned in to you, pushing his tounge into your mouth as your lips parted for him. He licked into your mouth as his spare hand slid under the hem of your dress, making it ride up almost to your hips. His hand found the material of your panties, he rubbed you through the material of them, making you moan into his mouth.

"Wish your boy could see you now, baby" he rasped when he pulled back, his eyes drilling into you. "What do you think he would say if he knew that you are such a slut for me, hmm?" he added before letting go of your throat and letting his head drop to the crook of your neck, his fingers still brushing over your panties, the front of them already decorated with a wet patch. His words made you whimper out, as his lips traced over the delicate skin of your neck. A yelp escaped your mouth, as he unexpectedly bit into your skin, goosebumps raised all over your body.

"You are mine" he mumbled into your neck, one of his hands squeezing your hip as the other slid under the lacy material of your panties and circled your clit, moans leaving your mouth at the contact. "Tell me you're mine or I'll stop" he warned, you felt his beard grazing over the skin of your neck and your shoulder.

"I'm yours, Ruben... I'm yours, please don't stop" your voice was laced with desperation, making him chuckle out. He pushed two of his fingers inside of you, pumping them in and out in a fast pace as he used his thumb to stimulate your sensitive mound. Shameless moans escaping your mouth, as you grabbed a hold of his bicep, digging your nails into it. You started to feel the familiar pressure build up in your tummy, as Ruben hooked one of your legs over his hip, holding it up by his hand on your thigh, your head thrown back against the wall, making it easy for him to trail up kisses from your collar bones up to your jaw. Just as you thought he was going to bring you over the edge, his fingers inside you stopped moving and he pulled them out. He watched you, as he licked his fingers clean.

"Stop making this face, I'm gonna make you cum on my cock, baby" he told you, the dissapointment must have been evident on your face. His lips met yours one more time and he nibbled at your lower lip, before the two of you stumbled down the hall, straight to where your bedroom was.

As soon as you made it through the door, Ruben's fingers hooked under the material of your dress, a groan left his lips as he noticed you weren't wearing a bra. His head dipped down and his mouth was instantly on your breasts, as he switched between them to give both of them the same attention. Your fingers laced through his hair, pulling on it as you felt his tounge circle your nipple. He pulled his mouth off of it with a loud pop, before pushing you down onto your bed, his hands grabbing the hem of his own shirt and pulling it over his head. Your eyes admired his muscualr chest as he fiddled with his belt and finally managed to take off his pants, so that he was left only in his boxers. He made his way to where you laid on the bed, spreading your legs and kneeling between them. His lips traced from your knee up to your inner thigh, before he finally slid your panties of off your legs and threw them behind himself. He took of his boxers as well, making sure they joined your clothes on the floor.

"You are so wet, baby. Just crying for me, aren't you?" he asked in a teasing manner, his thumb spreading your wetness all over your cunt and then he raised it up to your mouth offering it to you. "Good girl" he praised you, as he watched you wrap your lips around his thumb and suck it clean. When you pulled off of it he leaned down to press one more kiss to your lips, it was messy and rough, as his hand grabbed your jaw to keep you in place.

"Turn over for me, ass up, face down" he groaned into your mouth and sat up on his knees to give you the room to move into the position he ordered you in. You lifted yourself on your elbows and turned around, hiding your face into the fluffy pillows. You heard Ruben wriggle behind you for a little bit, until you felt his tip pressing into your already sokaed hole. He teased your entrance, before sliding in slowly, giving you time to adjust to his size, knowing well enough that you always needed it. You heard a hiss leave his mouth at the feeling of your warm walls wrapped around him, a whimper left your own as you felt the familiar feeling of fullness.

"Such a pretty girl, taking it so well" he praised you as he started to rock his hips against yours. At first his thrusts were slow and deep, but when the whispers of pleasure you let out met his ears he started to pick up the pace. At this point he was relentlessly thrusting into you, drops of sweat starting to form on his forehead. He grabbed your hair in a makeshift ponytail and pulled you up, making you lift yourself on your hands, as a shaky moan escaped your lips. But he didn't stop there, he pulled you up even more, so that your back was flush to his chest, his hands wrapped around you, one rested on your lower stomach and the other went straight to your neck, as he held you up so you wouldn't fall back on to the bed. You put your hands on top of his, feeling the need to grab a hold of anything, the pleasure that ran through your body with every stroke of his cock inside of you felt overwhelming.

"You are mine. You belong to me, you understand that?" he whispered straight into your ear. "Answer me" he demanded, not satisfied with the eager nod of your head.

"Yes, yes I understand" you stuttered through the moans.

"That's a good girl" he said, gripping your neck harder. His lips pressed to your cheek in a sloppy kiss. "Feels good, yeah?" he asked when he heard a whiny moan come out of your parted lips, you felt the familiar tingling feeling in your belly, signaling that your orgasm was approaching. "No one could ever fuck you like this, baby. Only me." he groaned as he felt your walls squeeze around his cock.

"Yes... Only you" you whimpered out, your orgasm washing over you.

He fucked you through your orgasm, soon reaching his own, emptying his seed inside of you.

You laid tangled up on your bed together, your head resting on his chest, your breathing still heavy. You felt Ruben's fingers tracing mindless shapes on your skin, a lazy smile appeared on your lips, as you felt his lips press to the top of your head in a gentle kiss.

"Y/n...listen" Ruben spoke up, making you look up at him. "I know we said we were not ready for commitment and all, but I want us to be more than this. I can't stand the thought of you with somebody else. I don't know how it's all gonna go, but I do know that I really care about you, so can we please give this a chance?" he said, his eyes full of sincerity, as he was looking into yours.

"I would like that" you whispered back, making a smile come on to Ruben's face. He leaned down and connected his lips to yours in a sweet kiss. "I really care about you too" you whispered against his lips when he pulled back.

[honeeslust]

Ryomen Sukuna | slut me out

*Art from Pinterest*

‼️‼️🔞‼️‼️NSFW‼️‼️🔞‼️‼️

He's sadistic. He's barbaric. He's a fucking deviant! And let me be real. It's because of his twisted nature that believe wholeheartedly that the King of Curses will be the greatest fuck of my life.

I wrote this listing to…

"Get on your fucking knees." Sukuna snaps pushing me down in front of him. I submit, eager to please, I lower myself to the ground. “

His dark flickering eyes are fixated on my face with admiration. He takes my chin into his hands forcing me to look him in the eye. “ That’s good.” He says as he leans in close enough to me that I catch his scent, a mix of sweet bourbon and pheromones. It's so fucking intoxicating. He's barely touching me, but the contact is so electrifying that I can feel it in my pussy as it throbs for him in my panties. He watches me for a moment before he speaks.

"You keep looking at me with these enticing little fuck me eyes... I think I'll call you my doll."

He squats down before me, bringing his face even closer to mine. "It's just something about these eyes, the way they're always begging me." He draws in air between his teeth and lowers his head flashing me his heart-stopping toothy grin."Heh, I won't lie, it does something to me."

He moves his hand from my chin to my throat and squeezes, growling like a feral beast making my body shake with excitement. His fingers press deep into my flesh and he watches me intently. His grip makes it so I can just barely breathe, but I don't resist. I want him to do with my body whatever he damn well pleases to. I'm determined to show him that I can take it.

I relax the muscles in my shoulders and neck and let myself go a little limp. He slightly loosens his grip and I draw what little breath I can as a new sense of exhilaration unfurls inside of me.

"Looks like you're determined to play. I like that. But just how far are you willing to take this?" Sukuna cocks his head and arches his brow.

I try and settle my staggered breathing before I speak. I muster my resolve and I look him right in the eyes and tell him. "It's whatever, use me however you see fit Daddy. I can take it" I said sounding a little more desperate than I hoped to but I'm too lost in my arousal to dwell on it.

Sukuna catches the way your desperation makes you move. His eyes fall to your lips, parted and slick from your tongue tracing gently over them every so often. He likes the way your chest heaves making your breast move up and down slightly as you knelt before him panting.

He releases his hold on my neck and stands over me, I can't help noticing the darker air about him. He licks his lips as he shakes his head in approval, but I catch the hint of surprise in his eyes.

"I want you to show me…" he laughs bringing his thumb to his chin. "…I want you to show me how bad a good little doll like you can be," He says while glaring at me from above.

I've never been one to back away from a challenge, and I have no intent of starting now. I rise onto my knees and with fumbling fingers, I release his belt and zipper as quickly as I can.

I make wide and innocent eyes up at him as I work to free his bulge. I finally manage the first obstacle and eagerly, I rub my hand over his dick through his boxers. Feeling how rock-hard he is, I instantly want him in my mouth. I yank at his boxers desperately pulling until they're no longer in the way of my prize. When he finally springs free, I'm in awe and I can't help but make eyes at it. I glance up at him excitedly. It's long and it's thick, from tip to hilt. I wrap my hands around him and start stroking, getting a feel for the shape and preparing to make myself choke on it.

Sukuna shakes his head in adoration. He was on edge taking in the sight of those pretty dirt-colored eyes of yours peering up at him with that sweet little fuck my brains out Daddy look. Those fucking eyes, he thought as he watched you pull at his throbbing cock with your soft delicate hands.

My mouth begins to water as I feel the thickest veins adorning his lovely cock throbbing against my palms. I twist my hands in opposite directions, slowly moving up and down his velvety shaft thinking of how I want to gag on him as he fucks my face. I've decided that I'm going to make him weak from the feeling of my mouth wrapping around him. I flash him a sweet smile and dart my eyes at him feeling like the baddest bitch because I know something he hasn't learned about me yet.

That this "good little doll” always aims to please.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Crushed 17

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, manipulation, cheating, sleazy behaviour, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your next door neighbours hook up, bringing to surface deep-seated feelings.

Characters: Colin Shea, Jonathan Pine

Note: I just get this urge!

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The best night of your life passes in a haze of vibrant afterglow, intermingled with spurts of fiery passion. For as much as you can’t get enough of Jonathan, he can’t get enough of you. You forget about the world; about fatigue and responsibilities. There is only each other, only that desperate need to touch, kiss, and moan.

When at last you surrender to exhaustion, your dreams are tinged with visions of reality. Hard muscle, soft lips, and tender whispers. You sway on a tide of pleasured delirium until finally, the wave crests. You sink back down the waking world, your eyes fluttering as morning light stains the wall yellow.

You could swoon. You can’t believe it’s real. After the weeks of tension, fear, and stress, last night feels like no less than a fantasy. You slowly roll onto your back and reach blindly, daintily touching the figure beside you. Nope, he’s very real.

You look at Jonathan, his tall finger stretched across the mattress. One leg bent, one arm tucked under the pillow. His chest rises and follows in a rhythmic breath. His bare chest. The chest you just couldn’t stop grabbing and clawing as he… did wonderful things.

His cheek dimples as he smirks without opening his eyes, “do I have bedhead?”

“What?” You squeak, caught in your admiration. “Uh, no.”

He gives a rocky chuckle and turns onto his side. He hooks his arm around you and wiggles closer before you can fall onto your back. You gasp and brace his arm, letting your thumb rub the bulging muscles of his bicep.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

“N-nothing,” you sputter.

He searches you with his blue-green eyes and a furrow pinches between his brows, “are you certain?” His blond lashes flick, “you don’t regret… last night?”

“No, no! Never,” you plead with him, letting your hand trail up to your shoulder, cheeks blooming with heat as you swallow a giddy squeal, “promise, I don’t. I couldn’t.”

He grins even bigger, “oh, I know, I just wanted to hear you say it,” he leans in and nuzzles his nose against yours.

“You… know? How?” You murmur, suffocated by his proximity.

“The noise you made, darling,” he growls and tilts his head to kiss you, long and hungry, pulling away with a nibble of your lower lip, “like a symphony.”

“Oh,” you utter bashfully.

“Might I hear them again?” He brushes his fingers down your side.

“I…”

“You won’t have to do a thing, darling,” he eases you onto your back as he kisses your lips again. 

He makes a path along your cheek and jaw, down to your throat as you gasp again. You clutch the loose bedsheet as your spine arches. His doting progress traces along your chest and stomach as he gently parts your legs. He kneels between them, lifting his head to look at you as he kisses the inside of your thigh, inspiring a quiver.

“You only have to sing for me, fawn,” he breathes as he edges closer to your vee, “mmm, darling…”

His nuzzles your cunt and his tongue glides between your folds. You moan and dig your nails into the mattress. Your toes curl and your muscles coil. The knot of pleasure begins to tangle again, longing for him to untie it. You close your eyes and let your head loll, succumbing to his diligent tending.

🌼

After another romp, or several, you give in to the day and beg Jonathan to let you out of bed. He does, reluctantly, as the same reticence slows your steps. You rinse off in the bathroom, surpassing a shower for the time in favour of coffee. He whisks past you as you emerge, a lingering touching on your hips as he does.

You go to the kitchen and rinse out the carafe to start a pot. You pause as you place it on the burner. Would he rather tea? You should’ve asked.

He surprises you as he appears, dressed, his hair slightly damp as he combs his fingers through it. His shirt is slightly wrinkled and there’s an ugly crease in his slacks. He’s unbothered by his uncharacteristic disarray.

“Ah, you just relax,” he comes to you and takes the empty carafe, setting it in the machine. “I will go down to the cafe and fetch us breakfast,” he kisses your head before he pulls away, checking his watch, “they’ve a lavender latte I’ve heard rave reviews about. Would you like to try it?”

“Oh, you don’t need to do all that. I have eggs in the fridge–”

“Ah ah,” he waves his hand, “I won’t hear of it.”

“Really, I–”

“Darling, I must warn you, I don’t think you quite know what you’ve signed up for,” he winks, “I won’t let you trouble over me. I’m not that type. Let me take care of you. You deserve that after all that’s transpired.”

“Jonathan,” you say.

“Mmm, say it again,” he drawls as he cups your chin.

“Jonathan,” you repeat more firmly. “That cafe is expensive–”

“Don’t worry for it,” he shakes his head and lays another kiss on your head, “stay and relax. You had a long night.”

Your brows pop up at his insinuation. For someone who always came across so proper, he can be coy. You shrug and relent.

“Fine,” you agree, “thanks, and er, yeah, I suppose I could try the lavender.”

“Wonderful,” he grins before his demeanour greys and he brings a long finger up, “lock the door.”

“I will,” you avow, the stone plummeting back into the depths of your heart. Oh yeah.

“And call me should you need me,” he demands. You nod as you chew your lip.

You follow him to the door, in only a long tee with Tigger on the front, and find your keys. You hand them over and he steals another kiss before he goes. You are quick to turn the latch, watching through the peephole as he lingers for a moment, eyeing the door with distaste.

He leaves at last and you back away. Somehow you forgot about it all. The carving on your door, your suspension, and lunch with your mother. The afterglow evaporates entirely as you come back down to earth.

You grab your phone and check your notifications. There’s a missed call from your mother and another from your sister. You pace around the front room as you ponder what to do. You return to the bedroom and look at the twisted sheets and the blanket hanging half off the side.

You put your phone down and tidy up the bed. You pull the mattress sheet taut and shake out the pillows. You spread the top sheet and replace the duvet on top. You twiddle your fingers restless and spin to sit on the edge. Your phone lights up suddenly, buzzing on the night table.

You swipe it up and answer, your sister’s name glancing across the screen before you bring it to your ear.

“Hey,” you eke out.

“So,” Geri begins in her way, “I guess that means you want a plus one.”

“What?” You sputter.

“I figured you’d be coming alone so I didn’t factor in the extra plate. So, plus one?” She continues as if you hadn’t said a word.

“What do you–”

“Mom told me about your boyfriend,” she nearly scoffs, “she said he’s charming. Of all things. Just make sure he wears a tie, okay?”

“Ger, I– if it’s a big deal–”

“No, it’s not,” she dismisses, “besides, I don’t need you moping on my special day, the way you do. It’s about time you found someone.”

“Wow, thanks.”

“And your bridesmaid’s dress. Champagne is the colour scheme. Satin preferably. I’ll send a pic of what the other girls got,” she bowls you over again. She is, of your sisters, the most like your mother. “No flats, okay? This isn’t a ballet.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Don’t do that,” she sneers, “and you’ll be at the rehearsal dinner. You’ll need a dress for that too…”

She begins to rant. As you try to keep up, you frown. You hope you’re never a bride, it seems like a lot of work. If you did get married, you’d be just fine signing the paper at the courthouse. You chew your thumb and nod dumbly along.

“Are you listening?” She snaps curtly.

“Yeah, just making notes,” you lie.

“Mom was saying she never hears from you. None of us do…”

Again you drift away. Like the lunch with your mother, you’re just a punching bag for all their gripes. Somehow, even your younger sisters make their problems yours. You pick at the hem of your shirt and muddle through the shopping list of Geri’s complaints.

A thump makes you flinch. You can’t help but squeak as you glance over at the wall. You squint. What was that? It comes again. Your focus completely cracks.

“Geri,” you interrupt, “I’ll have to call you back.”

“What? I’ll be at work.”

“Then call me when you’re not. I gotta go.”

You hang up as the thumping continues. The tempo slowly builds and there’s a creaking interwoven with the heavy bumps. Then voices come, permeating the adjoined wall. The very one you share with Ally. You cover your mouth in shock.

Her shrill cries intermix with the banging, what you can only assume is the bed frame. It’s nothing you haven’t heard before but much more intense. It’s usually subtle enough to drown out. And another voice, deeper. Both so loud it can only be deliberate.

You grip your phone tight and stumble out of the room. You shut the door, blocking out the cacophony. It can’t be an accident. You know that much.

You go back to the living room and tuck yourself into the corner of the couch. You stare at your phone but do nothing. You’re too shaken to even scroll through Insta.

You shouldn’t feel this way. Your chest shouldn’t hurt. Not because of him. You have Jonathan now so why does the idea of Colin being with her still feel so bad? You’re horrible.

You drop your phone on the cushion and turn your face down, hiding in your hands as you sniffle. Jonathan’s gone to get you breakfast and you’re here about to cry over another man. You are rotten and stupid and weak.

The lock grinds loudly and the door opens. You snap your head up and listen as Jonathan enters. The door closes and you hear him shuffling before he appears. You try to smile but your cheeks only twitch. You get up to take the tray of drinks from him.

“Here, let me help,” you say sheepishly.

You turn and set down the cardboard tray, the aroma of lavender wafting up to tickle your nose. You’re shaking. Jonathan comes up behind you and places the paper bag next to the cups, pressing himself to your back. He kisses your crown as he hugs.

“Darling, what’s the matter?”

“Nothing,” you croak.

“You’re a very poor liar,” he girds, “and I’m not fond of dishonesty.”

“Sorry, I… my sister called,” you sniff, not quite a lie, “she wants me to get a dress. Two, actually, and…” You carefully detach from him and cross your arms, striding across the living room, “and there’s an engagement party and my mother told her about you–”

“Is that a bad thing?” He wonders as he opens the paper bag.

“No, I didn’t mean that,” you insist, “it’s only… a lot.”

“Surely, you planned on attending your sister’s wedding,” he intones, “and now you won’t have to do so alone. Are you not happy?”

“Of course, I guess… I’m nervous,” you try to shake off the grayness. You near him again as he holds out a cardboard container.

“It’s what they call a breakfast bowl. I wasn’t sure if you liked avocado so I had them put it on the side.”

“Oh, thank you, that’s very… thoughtful,” you make yourself smile, even though it hurts.

You go to the small table set against the wall between two chairs and place your breakfast there. You sit as he follows, setting down a tall cup beside the container. You thank him again. You peel off the lid and look at the foam, the pattern in it not the typical brown but a shade of lilac.

“Looks so good,” you murmur.

“It does,” he puts his own food on the other end of the table but doesn’t sit. “Eat, eat.” He commands with a flick of his fingers.

“Uh, okay, aren’t you gonna–”

“In a moment,” he steps past you, his eyes set on the living room. 

You tense as you hear buzzing but you don’t dare turn back. He strides away as you peer down at the latte. He returns and sits across from you with your phone. He narrows his eyes at the screen as he reads the last notification as it vibes.

“What are you doing?” You reach for your phone but he keeps it out of your grasp.

“‘Hope you enjoyed the show’,” he reads out. “What show is this?”

“I don’t– who–”

“Ally, so the message says, but I do wonder if it truly is her,” his eyes meet yours sharply. “What does she mean?”

You drop your chin and take a breath. You slump down and talk to the table, “they were… being loud. When you were gone.”

“Ah,” he accepts, “and you listened?”

“N-no, I heard but I came out here so I couldn’t.”

He taps his thumb on the screen as he looks at it again. He huffs and turns it towards you but keeps a tight grip, “unlock it.”

“Huh?” You bat your lashes.

“Unlock the phone.”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m making certain you are safe, as I have done,” his tone turns rigid, “haven’t I?”

“Yes, but–”

“And you trust me, yes?”

“I do, but Jonathan–”

“Unlock it, now.”

You struck by the edge in his voice. You’ve only ever heard that when he had Colin by the scruff. Never towards you. Your lip trembles as you have no argument. He’s been so kind; he brought you breakfast and he said such sweet things and what he did…

“Sorry,” you reach across and press your fingertip to the censor to unlock it, “there.”

“Thanks,” he says tritely as he flips the phone back to face him.

You’re quiet as you focus on the container, carefully popping open the lid. The egg, avocado, an array of colourful veggies tease your hunger. It’s only then that your stomach clenches in desperation. You unwrap the bamboo fork and twirl it nervously as you peek up at Jonathan. He glares at your phone.

“Why didn’t you show me all this?” He asks.

“What do you mean?”

“These vile messages from that man?”

“I… I told you he was—”

“You didn’t tell me everything. Fawn, how can I protect you when I don’t know?” His harsh gaze makes you wince.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur.

“We both know that man is deranged. I am only trying to help. And the thought of him ever laying a finger on you,” he stops and shudders, “we’ve committed to each other, yes? So we must start from honesty.”

You gulp and nod, “you’re right. I’m sorry, but that was before and I didn’t know how to tell you…”

“Now you know.” He lays your phone down beside your cup, “that you can and should tell me everything.”

[letstalktea]

Ownership

Content: Saleos/The Witch, dom/sub, nipple piercing, praise kink

Note: Saleos belongs to the wonderful @rotting-ink and their game The Rot of Witchwood. Please check it out!

Word Count: 0.8k

Your knees hurt and legs burned from kneeling on the ground for so long. Your neck was strained from having craned it to look up at Saleos as they toward above you. The front of your top was rolled up so your stomach and chest were exposed to the cool air. The fabric was bunched into your mouth, your drool soaking deep between the threads.

“There you go, Sweetheart.” Saleos cooed as they ran their thumb across your cheek.

They dropped their hand, tracing the pad of their index finger down the curve of your neck, over your clavicle, and down your chest. A devious smile drew itself across their face. They flicked at your right nipple, making you wince and hiss at the sudden pain. Small tears pricked at the corners of your eyes but you maintained eye contact with them, staring deeply into two golden pools you could easily lose yourself in, and kept your mouth stuffed properly.

“Good job.” They praised as they gently rubbed the same nipple they'd just flicked. “Keep holding it just like that.”

They removed their hand and stepped away, leaving you kneeling in the center of the room by yourself. The only sound in the room was your gentle breathing and their steps echoing softly against the floor, which were only drowned out once they reached the table where you kept the tools you would occasionally use. After some rustling as they rummaged through items, Saleos began to walk back.

In their hands was a small glass bottle with a clear liquid sloshing around inside and a clean cloth.

They slowly lowered themselves until they were on the balls of their feet, head still slightly above yours as they stared down into your eyes. 

Without a word, they uncorked the bottle and poured the contents onto the cloth. The inside of your nose started to burn and tickle from the unseen vapors wafting into the air, but you stayed still with the edge of your top still clenched between your teeth.

They pressed the cloth against your chest, wiping the cool liquid against your nipple and smiling as you trembled under their touch. 

“You're doing so well,” Saleos said as they pulled the cloth away and leaned in close. In your ear, low and sultry so their voice reverberated down your spine, they whispered, “Stay still.”

Something pricked against your nipple. The shock was as quick as a pinch and so small you barely noticed it at all. Still, you bit down as you whined through the fabric bunched in your mouth out of surprise more than pain.

“See? That didn't hurt at all, did it?” They kissed the tip of your nose.

You had behaved so well for them while they tagged you; sat so calm and pretty while they ran the needle through your pert nipple to make way for the new barbell they would give you.

They pressed against the end of the needle still poking through your skin, pushing it up and down inside of you so they could watch as your face contorted in a confused and inexperienced mixture of gentle pain and subtle pleasure.

Slowly, watching your every twitch, they pulled out the needle and replaced it with a metal bar accented by brilliant rubies on either end. It looked lovely against your skin.

They took a moment to admire their work before asking, “Should I do the other one or do you need a break?”

Through blurry eyes and hazy desires, you nodded your head to tell them you were ready for them to continue.

Saleos gave a soft smile as they pet your head. “Let's wait a bit then.” 

After all, it wasn't up to you when they finished their work. If they wanted to wait and enjoy how sweetly you begged for them to finish marking you, they wouldn't object.

“Chest out, Sweetheart,” they stood to their full height, “I want to see how cute my favorite witch looks.”

They didn't want to touch you. They didn't want to touch themselves. All they wanted to do was admire their work until you went dizzy from the pleasure of following their orders and receiving their undivided attention.

In the back of their mind, as they watched the wet spot on the fabric in your mouth grow from uncontrollable drooling and you pushed your chest forward to show off your new jewelry with pride, they decided that it would be cuter to watch you grow even more obedient than you already were. They decided they wouldn't pierce your other nipple until you were ready to cum from the joy of simply being under their gaze, like a dog whose tail didn't wag unless it was at its master's side. Only then would they drive the needle through your skin again and show you how good it felt to follow their commands. 

And they would praise you for being such a good little thing the entire time; until your head was spinning with nothing but their words and the desire to hear more and more of them.

[brigoesrahhh]

New Lingerie

Jonathan Ohnn x f!Reader.

700+ words. cute blurb, sfw body praise (just kisses and some nudity) waking up with john

Jonathan rises from his sleep, turning in the bed to face you as he wakes up. He rubs his eyes, encouraging his body to start up. In his tired gaze, he admires you as you sleep, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear and kissing your forehead. 

He continues to watch you sleep, thinking about how adorable you will look once you wake up: Your groggy attitude, slowed thinking, and drowsy expressions. He smiles at the thought, now looking down at your body.

He loves the way your body curves as his eyes move further down, resisting the urge to pull your waist closer to his. Your pajamas consist of a loose t-shirt and shorts. The shirt was slightly pulled up due to your movements in your sleep, revealing the beginning of your stomach and waist. What he didn't see until this moment was what lay underneath; a red pair of lace panties.

He blushed, and took in the sight. Checking to make sure you were still asleep, he places his warm hands over the lace, feeling the silky texture of the garment. His calloused fingers traced slowly over your hips, and to your ass. He held the plush flesh in his hands, feeling as your skin molded to his touch.

You stirred in your sleep, alerting him and moving his hand back to your waist — a less vulnerable place for him to hold you, he thought. 

"Hey sweetheart," he says quietly, rubbing circles into your mid-section with his thumb. You smile at the feeling of his hands on your body, eyes still closed while you stretch your body, arching your back. Your shorts now pulled down slightly, revealing even more of the red lace underwear covering your ass.

You slowly opened your eyes, rubbing away the crust from the deep sleep you were in.

"Mmm... Morning John," you say, pecking his lips. He blushes at your sleepy contact, and now takes the opportunity to pull you in close.

Your hips meet together, and he can feel your soft panties rub against his sides.

His curiosity gets the best of him, and he places his hands on the panties under the shorts.

"When did you get these, love?" He asks, tracing over the edge of the fabric.

"Oh, I bought this set last week. Do you like it?" You ask, grinning at his blush.

"Mhm..." He hums, trying to hide his flushed cheeks in his hands by rubbing his eyes again.

You notice this and giggle, kissing his bottom lip.

"You wanna see the whole thing?" You ask, grinning ear to ear. He laughs nervously, and shyly nods his head.

You take off your shorts first, putting them down on the blanket in front of you. Then, you take off your shirt, revealing the beautiful cups of lace holding your breasts. The red designs featured matching swirls and flowers around the edges, openly displaying your chest.

"You look... uhm- wow." He stutters, laughing sheepishly.

"Yeah?" You say, smiling at his reaction.

"You're so pretty my love..." He says, gingerly running his hand through your morning hair, combing it away from your face. He leans in to give you a kiss, which leads to him dragging his lips all over your chest, blushing profusely. The feeling of his lips on the supple skin sends tingles all over your body, and you giggle at his show of affection. 

"What has gotten into you, darling?" You tease, putting one hand on his neck and the other on the back of his head. A muffled moan escapes his mouth as he continues to kiss the surface of your chest, feeling around the lace with his hands. He cups your boobs in his hands, pressing up to give him more access to the skin.

You get the message and reach behind you to unclip the bra, leaving it to him to pull it off around your shoulders. He does as you expected, and pulls off the straps from your shoulders, now fully revealing your chest.

His face glows at the sight and his lips chase your skin again. He peppers the soft flesh with kisses, and occasionally sucks and leaves love bites, silently marking your body as his.

He crawls backwards down the bed, arching his back as his lips drag down your body.

"My beautiful woman... all mine..." He mumbles into your waist, licking a stripe up your abdomen. The feeling gives you butterflies, and you pet his head gently. You can see his head lean into your touch while he continues to kiss your body.

"I can't believe you chose me... I'm never going to let you go... all f'me..."

[niki-phoria]

thank you for finally making some male!reader stuff for leon! i wish more people at least used gender neutral pronouns or were open to trying to write male readers, its tough on x reader tumblr as a trans guy!

would you ever feel comfortable writing a scenario with a trans ftm reader? like leon helping them take their injections, or just general reassurance about their identity? if not, that’s cool too! thank you for the amazing food and i hope you continue writing ! <3

pairing: leon x trans male!reader (he/him pronouns) genre: fluff word count: 881

warnings: needles, leon giving reader a shot

includes: slightly nervous leon, i'm not on t (yet ://) so maybe this is inaccurate but i googled how to give t shots lmao, i should write trans reader more

a/n: thank you for requesting :)) i'm also trans (i constantly switch between nonbinary and demiboy as labels) so i don't mind writing reqs like this at all !! i hope you like it <33

additional note: i want more leon reqs pls i love writing for him

requests open !! read my rules first

rays of sunlight shine through your opened blinds, casting the room in a gentle glow. you stir awake at the brightness and lazily blink yourself awake for a few seconds before laying back down on your bed. leon’s arm rests around your waist to keep you in his hold. 

a tranquil silence hangs in the air. you smile as you shift a little closer to him, taking the time to admire your sleeping lover. you raise a hand up to brush a few stray blonde locks behind his ear to fully expose his face. you trail your fingertips down leon’s sharp jawline. he stirs slightly at the feeling but otherwise remains in a peaceful sleep. 

your hand gently traces along his soft skin, finally resting against his cheek. it isn’t often that leon allows you to fully admire him and his beauty. you can think of countless times when he’d shrink away from you, cheeks flushed a light pink as he playfully pushed you away or covered his face with his hands. 

leon’s eyebrows furrow slightly when you brush your thumb against his cheek. he blinks a few times as he stirs awake. he smiles, pulling you a little closer to his chest. “good morning love.” his morning voice is raspier than usual. he shifts to rest his head in the crook of your neck, pressing a peck against your skin. 

“morning,” you hum. you bring your hand up, gently raking it through his hair. leon lets out a content sigh as you twist the soft strands between your fingers. his hand ghosting against your hips slides underneath your - his - shirt to rub small circles against your bare skin. “we don’t have any plans today so we can stay in bed for as long as you want.” 

leon smiles, shifting just enough so you can lean against his chest instead. “when’s your next shot?” 

“today.” you sit up to stretch your arms out as leon watches from his position on your shared bed. “i’ve actually been thinking, and… i want you to help. if you’re okay with it, of course. i know it’s a shot and you’re not a huge fan of needles but-” 

leon cuts you off by pressing a sweet kiss against your lips. he smiles when you pull away, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek. “i’d be honored to help you.” 

you pull him into a final kiss before getting out of bed with a small smile. “i’ll go get everything.” 

leon is sitting up on the edge of your bed when you return. he fidgets with his fingers for a few seconds as you everything out on your bedside table before reaching over to take his hand into yours. you squeeze it gently for reassurance. “are you sure you want to do this?” 

“yeah,” he nods. “will you talk me through this?” 

“of course,” you nod. “here.” leon takes the syringe, carefully removing it from the packaging and taking the needle cover off. “push the needle down into the rubber stopper,” you instruct. leon sets the vial down on a table as your hands hover over his to help him carefully insert it. “now flip it upside down and fill it to the line.” 

“like this?” he asks, carefully taking the medication into the syringe. 

“that’s perfect,” you smile. “then pull it out and check for air bubbles.” leon carefully flicks the side of the syringe until you nod, pulling the band of your sweatpants down to expose your thigh. you chuckle as his face flushes slightly as you reach over to grab an alcohol pad to clean the skin. 

leon remains silent as you position his hands against the middle of your thigh, angling the needle correctly. “push down in one motion.” he glances up at you for reassurance one final time. you nod, gently resting your hands on top of his. “don’t worry. you’ll do great. i know you will.”

he nods, carefully pushing the needle down and then injecting the medication in a single, smooth motion. “good. that was perfect,” you smile, removing the needle yourself and setting it aside in a designated sharps box. leon’s eyes linger on your leg as you move to sit beside him once again. 

“does it hurt?” 

“the shot? no. it feels kinda like a flu shot, but… better,” you smile. leon brushes a hand against your thigh for a second before you move to pull your sweatpants back up. you move a little closer to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “what are you so busy thinking about?” 

leon wraps an arm around your waist as you shift to straddle his lap. his hands ghost against your hips as he leans up to pull you into a sweet kiss. “it’s just… i’m so lucky to have you. you’re smart, and loyal, and handsome,” you cut him off with a chuckle that makes him smile before he keeps going. “you’re everything i could ever hope for in a boyfriend. i’m so in love with you.” 

you smile, tilting his head up and pulling him into another kiss. leon smiles into it, lips quirking upwards against your own. you press a final peck against his lips when you pull away. “i’m in love with you too.” 

[prolix-yuy]

For your ask game, you just have to know how obsessed I am with your Dieter x Murch works - so with that in mind, I’d like to officially put my spin of the wheel in with; Sit on The Throne - thank you - love you - adore you - 🌟⭐️🌟

Awww Libby, my favorite babies! Let's see what Dieter and Murch are up to!

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F!Reader "Murch"

Position: Sit on the Throne

Word Count: 933

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, unprotected PiV sex (don't be a fool, wrap your tool), some sweet and sexy makeouts.

Notes: This takes place in the Best Laid Plans series, after The Plan and it's upcoming sequel. A little glimpse into the possibilities with Dieter and Murch ;)

“What’cha lookin’ at?” you call from the sliding glass door, Dieter’s slouched silhouette dipped in the morning glow of sunrise. He leans back to look at you, eyes squinting. You chuckle at his sprawled legs, arms danging over the chair arms, a well-worn baby blue robe folded and creased around him. 

“Muse struck, but it was more a hit and run than a five car pileup,” he says, the last remnant of a joint dropping into a paper cup splattered with paint. 

“Gruesome,” you say with fake cheer, taking a step onto the balcony. The cool concrete hasn’t been touched by the sun yet, making you wrap your arms around your middle. “Have I been in your bed enough to see one yet?” 

“It’s gotta be the right one, Murch, I can’t show you my old works first. You gotta see the newest one, then go backwards to watch the progression.” As he speaks Dieter spins his hands in the air, giving you time to admire the way he effortlessly makes them elegant. For someone as messy as he can be, he’s remarkably put together when he’s passionate about things.

“Whatever you say, Di.” He twists in his chair and makes grabby hands at you, urging you to him with a knowing smile.

“Come sit on my lap and watch the sunrise with me,” he asks. Those puppy dog eyes are in full effect, but he really didn’t need to convince you further. You sidle over and settle on his thick thighs, letting him wrap his arms around your waist. Leaning back, he hooks his chin over your shoulder and sighs.

“Some days I wonder if I’ve actually woken up,” you say, making Dieter turn his head to nudge his nose into your cheek. “It doesn’t always feel real, being here with you.”

“In a good way?” The brief uncertainty reminds you of your first night in Dieter’s orbit, the way his eyes softened with hope when you asked to kiss him.

“In the best way,” you amend. Then a large hand is cupping your cheek and turning you into Dieter’s waiting mouth. He’s perfected kissing you, starting with soft presses that melt down your spine before parting your lips with his own and licking delicately inside. Meeting your tongue for a handful of brushes, he quickly escalates to devouring you, drinking up every little gasp you give him. His other hand drifts to cup just under your breast, hips grinding up into your ass as you break the kiss.

“Insatiable,” you tease, brushing your nose against his. 

“Can’t help it, you’re a really good kisser,” he says, drifting fingertips tracing the edge of your lips, the curve of your cheek. “Gives me a hard-on every time.”

“You’ll miss the sunrise if you keep this up,” you say, but circle your hips on his lap just as wantonly. 

“Then you better watch it, sweetheart, I’m looking at something just as beautiful.”

The sentiment almost distracts from Dieter’s firm hands maneuvering you to lay more fully on him, legs spread around his flexing thighs. He palms your breast, dragging the side of his thumb over your peaking nipple as you shuck your panties down your legs. He hastily fishes himself out of his neon peach boxer briefs, sliding the velvety length up and down your ass and lower back.

“Do you want me inside, or just rubbing on you?” he asks, slipping his cock between your thighs to slide between your folds. You arch at the soft touch, his thick head just barely brushing your clit as he lazily thrusts.

“Inside,” you say, eliciting a groan and a heady kiss just below your ear. His hand fumbles between your legs and the cool press of his rings skitters more arousal through you. He circles your entrance tantalizingly before pressing in, shallow thrusts to work his fat length into your welcoming body.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you never stop feeling fucking amazing,” Dieter groans into your hair, scooting forward in his chair to get more leverage. You straighten up and get your footing to lift up and almost off Dieter before seating him deep. “Oh shit, sweetheart, that’s too good, that’s too fucking good.”

“M’gonna ride you, pretty boy,” you say, and the blazing heat from his face only spurs you on. Setting a steady, slapping rhythm, you bounce on Dieter’s cock, admiring his defined thighs meeting your movements and how his hands squeeze on your hips. He fits his chest against your back, mouth messily roaming your neck and shoulders and back as he pants.

“Don’t stop, sweetheart, I’ll pull out and cum on your thighs, oh shiiiiit, oh shit, I…I’m so crazy about you, I…I…” Dieter devolves into babbling as you grind on him instead, resting your burning thighs. It’s the perfect moment for him to suck two fingers into his mouth and bring them to your clit, rolling it between his fingers with just enough wetness and pressure to make you clamp around him.

“Di, I’m gonna…” you stammer, but he knows your body well. Yanking you back against him, he pulls out and strokes his cock fast, never stopping his careful circling of your clit. Scraping his teeth behind your ear, you finally let go with a strained whine, Dieter’s hot spend splashing on your skin soon after. 

“Shit, sweetheart, that was better than any sunrise I’ve ever seen.”

You slump back against him, stealing another kiss over your shoulder. 

“I doubt you saw any of it.”

His wide smile nuzzles into your neck.

“You got me. But I did get some inspiration.”

END

LJ’s Bangathon 2023

[the1975attheirverybest]

don’t mind me using your ask box as my journal 🫣

you wrap the curl on his forehead around your finger and stroke it. Matty whimpers at the tenderness of your touch.

“You’re so pretty baby,” you say. You rub it slowly between your fingers before letting it spring back into place and draw your hands down to hold his cheeks between your hands. His skin is warm and velvety soft under the pads of your fingers. You tell him so, “softest boy ever.”

He smiles, shakes his head, and moves his face to kiss the top of your thumb.

“What are you shaking your head for?” you ask.

His brown eyes are obscured slightly by his eyelashes as he looks up at you. Bits of his eyes glint in the moonlight. He moves his hand to caress your hips as he holds you gently on his lap. His thumbs move in circles at a steady pace as he confesses: “you flatter me.”

You duck down to meet his eyes properly. “What do you mean? You don’t think you’re pretty?”

“God that hurts my feelings. I wish you wouldn’t say that. See this?” You tilt his eyes to meet yours and touch his eyebrows tentatively. You trace their shape as he moves them in question. “You have the loveliest, softest eyebrows. He rolls his eyes at you.

“Wanker.”

“No I mean it!” You give him a quick kiss before pushing him against the headboard to admire him. You run your pointer finger down his note and bop the tip. “Your nose is auspicious it looks like it should belong to one of those Roman statues.” He’s chuckling and shaking his head but you don’t pay attention. You kiss the place where his neck meets his shoulder, regaining his attention. You feel him still and look at him innocently for a moment. You stick your tongue out flat against his collarbone and run it back and forth a couple of times, earning a gasp from him. “You smell like…” you pause and kiss the place again, tongue exploring. “Salt…” another lick, “and sandalwood…” you sigh into his skin once more, “and Matty.”

He groans in response to that one. You continue to worship his collarbone, slowly making your way down his middle towards his tattoo. You lightly trace its outline which makes snap his eyes open to watch you. His hair, once in perfect ringlets, is now soft on the edges, disheveled from your endless obsession with it. “You look like…” your eyes linger over his bare chest, his flexed biceps, the red marks beginning to flower on his neck. He wets his lips expectantly and your eyes flit to where he’s growing hard under you.

“You look like sex.” His eyes roll to the back of his head. You take the opportunity to move off of him to tug the waistband of his pants down.

You watch him spring free. You listen to his heavy breathing for a moment before taking him in your mouth and sliding up and down him gently. You take your time feeling his every ridge, ensuring no part of him is left un-kissed. You look at him.

“And you taste…”

WHAT THE FUCK, ANON, ITS 6:10 AM WHY AM I SOBBING ON TUMBLR RN 😭

But omg Omg THIS WAS FUCKIN CUTEEEE. Matty is drop dead gorgeous I will not accept any other takes not even form his own mouth ugh