#irie vibration

[cerebralchaos-]

P R O N O I A

[pokemonblack3white3]

Just out of curiosity, what are your Gen 5 headcanons?

(Also I LOVE your transfem Ingo hc)

YAY OMG haha ty for askinggg (twirls hair) here's a collection...

Hilda and Hilbert are twins! Both their starters were oshawotts, Hilbert got a shiny and Hilda's eventually evolved into its Hisuian form. They were 16 during BW1.

Hilda considers herself a realist and Hilbert fancies himself an optimist.

After Team Plasma was originally defeated, Hilda and Hilbert began travelling around the world with N before Team Neo Plasma showed up and they went back home.

N is basically the twins' mom's third child.

Rosa was a Team Plasma grunt during BW1. Her older sister dragged Rosa into it after their dad used his pokemon to hurt them, believing humans would be better off without pokemon.

Rosa's snivy used to be Cheren's snivy.

Nate is hard of hearing.

Nate used to be really passive before finding the courage to stop letting people walk all over him during his gym challenge. His starter was tepig.

Iris is still champion, but Nate has come the closest to defeating her on several occasions.

Hugh eventually opens a pokemon shelter to help abused or otherwise undesirable pokemon (such as those with injuries and illnesses) recover and be released into the wild or find new homes. Anthea works there.

Concordia becomes a pokemon ranger.

N is the hero of truth and Iris is the hero of ideals. They don't meet until after BW2, but they click immediatly as soon as they do.

Rosa and Iris have been best friends since BW1, and Iris considers Nate her biggest rival.

After Bianca becomes a professor, Rosa becomes her assistant.

The Striaton trio eventually split up. Chili opens a restaurant in Virbank City, Cress takes over the Humilau City gym, and Cilan begins travelling to different battle facilities to grow stronger.

Roxie, Burgh, and Elesa have collaborated both in art and as gym leaders before.

Elesa is a lesbian and was outted pretty early on in her career as a gym leader. She decided to own it. She handled it so well some people still think it was a publicity stunt.

Compared to the media frenzy that occurred when Elesa was outted, nobody really cared when Burgh came out as bisexuality. Possibly because nobody was surprised.

Sonia has admired Professor Juniper's work for a long time. When Juniper reached out to Sonia to ask about her own research, Sonia almost passed out.

Ingo is a trans woman but she doesn't realize this and start going by Myrtle until the Hisui thing.

Lenora trained Cheren to be a gym leader. She tutored the Striaton trio, too. All four of them separately keep in contact with her as much as they can.

For their honeymoon, Lenora and her husband went to Lumiose City. After effectively taking over for a tour guide at the Lumiose Museum, they tried to hire her on the spot.

Shauntal helped Brycen write an autobiography.

Grusha and Brycen are pen-pals.

Since going back to acting, Brycen has remained closest with Elesa of his ex-coworkers.

Before Grimsley quit, the Unova elite four went out drinking together exactly once. Marshal and Grimsley ended up getting drunk and Marshal accidentally fractured Grimsley's wrist when he challenged him to an arm-wrestling match.

Grimsley has been in and out of rehab a few times.

Caitlin has several times burnt instant ramen by forgetting to put water in it before microwaving it.

League challengers will often find Shauntal missing from her room or with another elite four member. She likes changing up her location depending on the atmosphere of what she's writing.

Marshal is a huge tea person. He's got a giant collection.

Alder was champion for over twenty years before N beat him.

Drayden used to dread April Fool's day due to his grandchildren but ever since Alder pointed out Drayden could also play pranks it became Iris and Drayton who live in fear.

Burgh's favorite food is fried chicken. He is a fried chicken fiend. Nobody ever asks what he wants for dinner anymore because the answer is always the same.

Roxie and her dad are avid soap opera watchers. It's their favorite rainy day activity together.

Clay once tried to teach Skyla to drive a car and ever since Elesa and Burgh have been very careful not to clue Clay into the fact that they don't know how to drive, either.

During that party where Nemona met Lacey and challenged Clay, he actually did battle her. After she beat him, he mailed her his gym badge.

A lot of Clay's family still lives in Sinnoh, so he visits frequently. He loves the Sinnoh Underground and knows Roark and Byron well.

Bianca is lactose intolerant, but it will be a cold day in hell before she ever stops eating cheese, her favorite food.

Outside of her champion team, Iris is training an emolga and an excadrill, something Clay and Elesa are incredibly excited (and smug) about.

Elesa used to play soccer as a kid and is still a huge fan of the sport. Skyla also used to play, but is nowhere near as crazy about it as Elesa is.

Gladion and Professor Juniper got in contact to discuss the similarities between type: null and genesect. She dragged N into it and the two of them were pretty vital to helping Gladion figure out what to do with Aether Paradise after the mess Lusamine left it in. Gladion really looks up to them both.

N has befriended quite a few ultra beasts who can't return home through Gladion and Aether Paradise.

Brycen met Diantha before she became champion through their acting careers. She once gifted him an amaura egg.

Alder visits Cheren's gym often.

Piers is a fan of Roxie's music.

Colress has an ex-husband in Castelia City.

Lacey's birthday party is always a huge affair and one of the only places you can count on to find the entire Unova league, including retired members, outside of work.

When they hang out, Roxie and Marlon consider each other the annoying younger sibling of their dynamic.

A frillish almost drowned Marlon once, which is a story he will gleefully tell anybody upon five minutes of meeting them. That frillish is now his jellicent.

Skyla once got sued over her gym puzzle.

N, Anthea, and Concordia tried really hard to track down the Shadow Triad after BW2 to convince them to ditch Ghetsis, but they hid themselves too well.

Colress went to Area Zero and met the AI professor before the time machine was shut down. He pocketed a few paradox pokemon for his troubles.

Lenora treated Cynthia to a battle and a private tour of her museum when she visited Unova in BW1 and the two had a giant nerd fest together. Steven made Cynthia promise to bring him next time she visited- and she did, during the Pokemon World Tournament.

The purloin N uses in his first battle in BW1 is the same one Hugh spends BW2 looking for. The Shadow Triad lent it to him.

Bianca once tried to study the Abyssal Ruins but after realizing there was something down there with her she decided some things are better left alone. The stranger with the togekiss who was a little too interested in the plates Bianca had found also didn't help.

Hilda and Hilbert knew Rosa before BW2, but they didn't become close with her and Nate until afterwards.

The twins scoff at Rosa and Nate when they hear about their dates with Yancy and Curtis. They will never have half of what N had on that ferris wheel. Rosa and Nate think Hilda and Hilbert are annoying as hell.

The Nacrene City Museum is Amarys's favorite place in the whole world. She likes to use the art there as inspiration for her own paintings. She's been given free access to the library, too.

Amarys admires Burgh's artwork a lot, as well, but his gym is too full of bad textures for her autistic ass to justify going there again after getting his badge.

Drayton isn't sure if he has a crush on Clay or wants him to be his dad, but Lacey wants him dead for it either way.

The BBA League once went on a field trip to the Gear Station Battle Subway. They had to cut their visit short due to Crispin's motion sickness. Amarys is still pissed at Crispin for that. From their brief meeting, Emmet thinks Kieran is the funniest person on the planet. The club spent the rest of the day dressing up their pokemon in the Musical Theater, which Lacey especially loved. This was Florian and Juliana's first time in Unova.

The favor of Victini is easily earned through giving them apple slices. Not whole apples, those are too hard to eat.

Zekrom cares for Kyurem. Reshiram does not.

Zekrom is an incredibly picky water. He will know if you are trying to feed him off-brand pokepuffs and he will find a new hero over it.

Rosa hasn't caught Kyurem, but Rosa often visits her cave to make sure nobody is bothering her and just to spend time together. They're close friends.

Nate is buddies with Keldo! Nate hasn't caught him since Keldeo is with the Swords of Justice, but whenever Keldeo is in town he finds Nate to have a battle.

Thundurus once approached Hilda during a storm and scared her so badly she instincitvely chucked her and Hilbert's only master ball at him. Tornados, Landorus, and Enamorus will never let him live this down, but Thundurus came to really enjoy travelling with N and the twins.

Hilda and Hilbert lost a shiny pokemon due to not having any pokeballs shortly after this

Hilbert once tried to hit Reshiram with the "this statement is false" paradox and Reshiram actually tried to bite his head off.

Reshiram and Zekrom are both incredibly stubborn. Only the will of their heroes may sway their hearts. Except in the face of off-brand pokepuffs. Or when they see each other- that's when they stop pretending to be the dignified legendary dragons who stood by kings and unleash the inner angry cats they truly are.

Virizion felt sorry for Iron Leaves for being ripped from their world by a human's folly, and more or less adopted them into the Swords of Justice. Keldeo was excited to have an underclassman. They parted on incredibly good terms after encountering Iron Boulder and Iron Crown, where Iron Leaves decided to go with them.

The Aether Foundation funds a lot of research into studying artificially created pokemon like genesect. Since genesect are too aggressive for most trainers to handle and too dangerous to be left alone, quite a few of them have been rehabilitated at Aether Paradise.

Meloetta befriended Rosa's older sister while she was in prison by singing outside her window.

[milesdadworth]

fjoweiafjeol we are officially into 2-3 of tgaa and I am SO ready for van zieks lore PLEASE

[jackdup]

@facsimila || cont.

“Yeah, no, that was more of, like . . . the royal ‘we’—? Like the . . . Well, speaking for all humans here, not, um . . . whatever you identify as.” Which he says rather distractedly, as with one hand holding his ECHO device, the other restlessly skates over the holster of his pistol, fingers drumming with bubbling nerves on the grip. Timothy’s gaze skirts across the genuinely pleased set of red eyes flashing up at him, and he adds as an afternote, “I do actually, y’know, need the map I was looking at, so if you could just”—a vague jerk of his thumb and a soft whistle breaks his speech—“that’d be super awesome.”

He’s not really telling her to make herself scarce. (Is it sad that she’s become somewhat of a comfort in her continuous presence . . . ? Okay, yeah. Possibly. Most likely. Definitely. But it looks better than him wandering around talking to himself.) It’s just that he’s aware—and she’s aware, which is probably why she’s making herself a semi-nuisance at the moment—she can easily communicate without taking up the entirety of his screen.

And, god, he forgot how much of a freakin’ craphole Eden-6 is.

You’d think, y’know, you’d really think that after years of being trapped in the dumpster fire that was the casino, immersing himself in the vast and endless . . . nature of this place would be revitalizing or something. No glaringly bright and obnoxious neon signs out here. No—okay, less—people around every corner trying to kill him for the offense of living at all. Just bloodthirsty and extremely hungry creatures, instead.

Tim pulls his face cover up farther over his nose and mouth as he creeps around a very suspicious-looking hole in a nearby tree’s roots.

“I’m just gonna . . . go out on a limb here and assume—because, I mean, really, why would you . . . Whatevs. I’m just saying, you’re lucky you don’t have a sense of smell right now.”

[vincentsleftear]

the thunder is shaking my bed frame.

[emmy-noethers-rings]

doing a(nother) relisten to tscosi and:

at about 17 minutes 43 seconds in episode one, captain kay grisham’s audio plays a sound that is distressingly close to a steam notification (which i can only hear if i have headphones in). our conclusion must be that she is, in fact, a gamer

now, as this is arkady patel, we can deduce that such a notification would not be a low battery one, as she is on the ship to ship comms at the time and such a rig would be hardwired into the ship. further, it would not be a download notification, as episodes 3-5 show us that downloading large packets of data in the deep is a no-go

we must conclude that it is a message. but from who? we must imagine that jeter is nearby to help with the gambit (as he confirms in ep 2 that he went to hc), and that krejjh is moving the ship in this direction of the meeting place. while krejjh would text and drive, we would argue that they are too focused on the task at hand (flying the ship) to send a notification

that leaves only sana. not a canonical choice, to be sure, as she “never takes breaks” and thus would have little time for gaiming. sanas preffered genre is left up to the reader, but we would argue that the contents of the message would be “kady, why are you playing __ while running this gambit???”, as why else would arkady have steam open. we leave the technical details of this argument to the reader

[wwooyology]

Scarlet Rosé | C.SN

「pairing」 : fiancé!san x fem!reader 「word count」 : 1.8k

「synopsis」 : your neediness knows no bounds, even when he dragged you to an underground party. so you let your brattiness get the best of you and started to tease your dear ole fiance... even when you knew what lies ahead of you.

「genre」 : just pure filthy smut (like god lawd) with a sprinkle of plot, fluff if you squint, mafia boss!san

「warnings」 : MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, kissing, cussing, petnames (princess...), derogatory names (slut...), daddy kink, mean dom!san x sub!reader, oral (f. receiving), rough sex, bondage, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, slight clit play, brat tammer!san, lmk if I missed anything!!

「notes」 : this idea came from this video that I saw on Instagram a while back and knew I needed to write a lil smth for it and for my san biased girlies, more specifically for @kitten4sannie, enjoy my love 🖤🙂‍↕️

The dimly lit room was filled with booming music that rattled the floor underneath your heels as you stood next to your fiance’s seated form. Your hand resting upon his shoulder, the diamond on your ring finger glittering under the strobe lights. Moving closer to the arm of the chair, you sat down, crossing your legs as your small red dress crept up your thighs.

San had dragged you to this party at the last second with whispered promises that he would make it up to you, but you were growing impatient. The small amount of alcohol that you drank hadn’t helped any either; if anything, it just made the constant throbbing need worse. Then, when you tried to coax San into going back home, he refused, saying he had to stay to ‘show face,’ but you couldn’t care less about any of that.

“Sannie…” You purred in his ear as you leaned down, your lips brushing against the shell of his ear as your hand crept down his chest. Your manicured nails lightly scrape his bare skin as you slide your hand under his button-up.

San’s jaw tightened as he tried to ignore your antics as he spoke to another respective leader of an allied group. However, his patience was starting to wear thin with your attitude. You had started to push all of his buttons little by little the moment he told you no when you asked to go home.

“Princess.” There was a warning tone in his voice as he spoke lowly, but you chose to ignore it as you undid the top button of his shirt, your lips ghosting the warm skin of his neck. In the next second his hand wrapped around your smaller wrist, halting your wandering hand from going any further and turning his head until he was looking you in the eye, a fire blazing in his dark iris’. “Knock it off, or you won’t get anything but a pathetic vibrator to get yourself off.” He threatened, and your bottom lip jutted out in a pout, your lipgloss shimmering under the dim lighting, and San wanted nothing more than to lick it off.

“But I’ve been patient, and I need you.” You whined, leaning into his shoulder, your breast pressing up against his arm. 

San’s sanity felt as if it were about to snap at any given moment with your attitude, but what finally pushed him over the edge was when those few intoxicating words fell from your lips like honey.

“Please Daddy,”

In record time, he stood from his chair with your arm in his hand, apologizing to the older man and dragging you out of the underground club. He didn’t utter a word as he pulled you towards his sleek black BMW, even as you whined about him being rough.

Walking up to the car, he pushed you against the door, trapping you with his body as he leaned down, face barely centimeters away from yours. The dark gleam in his eyes as they bore into you made your thighs squeeze together, your core throbbing almost painfully.

“Trust me, baby, you haven’t seen rough yet.” His voice was deep, sending a chill down your spine as you stared back at him. However, before you could even utter a word, he pulled you off of the car door and opened it. “Now get your ass in the car.”

You wanted to argue, to push his buttons just a little bit more, but San could see the wheels turning in your head. Reaching forward, he roughly grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you towards him, causing a gasp to fall from your lips.

“Keep acting like a damn brat, and I can promise you I will not be cumming at all tonight.” He growled, lips a breath away from yours, and you wanted so badly to kiss him, but you knew doing so would only add fuel to the fire. Swallowing thickly, you interlock your fingers in front of your body and nodded, but that didn’t satisfy him at all. “Words.”

“Y-Yes,” You stumbled over your words as he squeezed the back of your neck, your bottom lip pulling between your teeth as you chewed on the plush skin.

San’s gaze lingered for a moment longer before releasing you from his grasp and pointing to the car, “Get in.” 

Without another word, you got into the car, fixing your dress across your legs as San leaned in to grab the seatbelt. Even if he was pissed, he wasn’t gonna let his fiance duties fly out the window, so he buckled the belt before shutting the door.

Your eyes trailed his form as he walked around the car, and as soon as he got in and drove off, you knew that you were about to be in for a long night.

–

“W-Wait! Daddy, please!” You cried out, hands tugging on the restraints that bound your wrists to the headboard while San completely devoured you.

He nipped at your puffy clit, causing your teary eyes to roll back, a shudder running through your body, “you wanted this princess. Don’t start complaining now.” He growled against your skin before shoving his face back into your dripping pussy, his skilled tongue working your overstimulated body closer to another release.

“OH MY GOD!” You screamed as your fourth orgasm washed over your body, back arching off of the bed and your shoulders straining from the awkward position.

San worked your body through your orgasm before finally pulling away after placing a kiss against your twitching clit. You felt air invade your lungs once again after feeling like you were being held underwater, and your eyes fluttered closed, thinking that San finally had his fill, but boy, were you wrong.

In the blink of an eye, your cuffs were unhooked from the headboard, and you were flipped onto your stomach. San’s grip on your hips was strong as you tried to wiggle away, whining that you couldn’t do it anymore.

“Shut up.” He growled as his hand came down on the fat of your ass, eliciting a loud moan from your parted lips. Tears spilled from the corner of your eyes as you buried your face in the sheets the moment you felt the thick tip of his cock prodding at your entrance. “You were the one begging me, ‘I need you, Daddy,’ such a whiny little brat. Now take what you wanted so badly, like a good slut.” 

A choked moan tore from your lungs when he pushed into you all in one go, your eyes squeezing shut when he started at a relentless pace. The only sounds that were leaving your mouth were muffled moans and cries of San’s name and incoherent babbles.

San’s bottom lip was pulled between his teeth as he watched his cock disappear into your needy hole, sucking him in like your life depended on it. Your walls squeezed around him, and he knew that he wasn’t gonna last much longer after holding out for so long, but he wasn’t gonna let you go until you were ruined.

So his grip tightened on your hips, sure to leave bruises as he picked up the pace, and your fingers curled into fists above your head as you felt that coil in your lower tummy pull tight. Releasing one side of your hip, he let his hand trail up your spine before tangling his fingers through your hair and pulling your upper body off of the mattress.

“Sannie!” You cried out as the new position had his tip brushing deliciously over your sweet spot.

San clicked his tongue as his lips latched onto your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin, causing you to whimper. “That’s not my name, princess.” He cooed in your ear as your head fell back against his shoulder, mind overcome with pleasure.

“I’m sorry, Daddy! I wanna cum, please!” You cried out, bound hands grabbing at his wrist that was by your side.

A deep chuckle reverberated from his chest as your pathetic state, tears streaming down your pretty face as you looked at him. Your pupils were blown out, and your bottom lips trembled as you felt your high right on the tip of your tongue.

“Hmm, are you really sorry, though?” He teased, his pace slowing just a bit, causing you to whine out in protest, pleas falling from your swollen lips. “I find that hard to believe, princess.”

“Daddy, please! I’ll be good, I promise, just wanna cum!” You begged, words nearly catching in your throat when his hand that was holding you up moved down to your puffy clit, drawing sharp circles over the bundle of nerves.

“Cum for me, princess.” San bit the shell of your ear as he coaxed your orgasm closer until you finally tipped over the edge, eyes rolling back, and inaudible moans fell from your lips as your body trembled. 

San smirked as your body melted against his, legs shaking and threatening to give out at any given moment. A groan then broke through his smug look as he felt his balls tighten before spilling deep into your walls; he continued to fuck his cum into your spent cunt before finally coming to a halt.

Your eyes fluttered closed as you leaned back against him, knowing if you moved just a bit, you would fall flat on your face. San peppered gentle kisses all over the expanse of your shoulder and neck before reaching your ear.

“You gonna keep acting like a needy brat every time we go to a party?” He asked, his deep voice making you shudder.

Opening your eyes, you lifted your head before looking at him, a slight smirk tugging on your lips. Leaning into him, you captured his lips with yours in a sweet kiss; his lips were soft against yours as he deepened the kiss. His hand on your sternum trailed up the valley of your breast before grabbing your jaw gently. The kiss lingered for a few moments before you finally pulled back just a few centimeters to look at him through your eyelashes.

“Hmm, probably. I can’t help that I just need my Daddy all of the time.” You pouted, San’s eyes darkened a bit, and his grip tightened on your jaw.

“Then I guess I’ll just have to fuck you straight every time, won’t I?” He smirked, a sinister gleam in his eyes, and you could feel his cock twitching in your pussy, making you whimper softly. “That was an important meeting you interrupted, so don’t think we’re done yet.”

You swallowed thickly as you looked at him, knowing damn well that you had dug a huge ass hole for yourself and you had no other choice but to lay in it.

@wwooyology | Do not steal, plagiarise, translate, or repost any of my work

𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖗 : ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴᴏ ᴡᴀʏ ᴀ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ʀᴇᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴘᴜʀᴇʟʏ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ꜱᴇʀɪᴏᴜꜱʟʏ.

[jayparked]

hii!! congrats on 1k! ^^ can i perhaps get 47 + 75 with jungwon? <33

warnings: overstimulation, established relationship, rough sex, possessive/dom!jungwon, bathroom sex, semi public sex, dirty talk

wc: 516

"jungwon, please! it's too much!" you cry out, tears staining your cheeks while your boyfriend relentlessly pounds into your pussy. he has you sitting on top of the bathroom sink in some random person's house, the music from the party downstairs vibrating the walls around you. it's the one thing you try to focus on in order to hang onto your sanity. jungwon has already made you come twice now and he's showing no signs of stopping anytime soon.

he watches the spot where your bodies connect carefully, lips parted slightly as he pants with each hardened thrust. his tongue pokes out to swipe along his bottom lip before he looks into your eyes, his own cloudy with determination.

"not stopping," his words come out ragged as he continues to put everything he has into each thrust, "someone else thinks they can fuck you better? im gonna make you come so many times on my cock that you'll never doubt that i'm the only one who can do this to you. only i get to ruin you like this, you hear me?"

"wh-? what are you talking about?" your eyelids are fluttering now and you're desperate to ignore the way your bruised walls clench around him.

"heard some guy talking about you, eye fucking the hell out of you too. said he could probably make you come in less than five minutes," jungwon scoffs, "well i made you come in one minute. and i bet i can do it faster if we were at home." a darkness flicks across his iris's and suddenly he's gripping you even tighter, moving your legs higher up on his waist.

"i want you to scream my name," growling, jungwon grabs your hips and pulls your body in pace to his thrusts, each one harder than the last and it's a miracle you can even understand what he's saying with the way you're so fucked out.

"th-there are people outside this door. you want everyone to know we're having sex?"

"well, this isn't about them now is it?" he grows more aggressively, lips now attached to your collarbone, nipping and sucking on your flesh until pretty little red marks appear.

you try to hold on, you really do. but jungwon lifts you off the counter and holds you against his body, using his upper body strength to bounce you on his cock while he leans against the bathroom wall. the squelching is getting louder as your ability to hang on dissipates.

"fuck! yes! jungwon right there! oh my god jungwon please!" you dig your nails into his shoulders and flex your leg muscles around his waist, his pace still not letting up.

you were doing just fine until suddenly, jungwon's voice drops to a lower register, his tone even and demanding, "that's it baby. tell everyone i'm the only one who can ever make you feel this good."

suddenly, without any warning, you're releasing on his cock once again, his name leaving your lips with a scream that rips through the house right as the music goes silent between changing songs.

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[cerebralchaos-]

Won't beat around the bush like they do, 'cause I see some'n special inside you

[lexiputellas]

Echoes of Us - From the Broken Vows series

The alarm shatters the silence, yanking you from restless sleep. It cuts deep, burrowing into your skull, dragging you into the kind of morning that already feels too heavy.

You groan, rolling onto your side. The sheets beneath your fingers are cold.

Cold. Empty.

Your stomach knots.

Three months.

You should be used to it by now, the way her absence has settled into the mattress, into the quiet of the house, into you. But some things don’t fade. They just change, reshaping themselves into something dull and persistent, like an ache in a muscle you’ve learned to ignore.

With a sharp exhale, you push yourself upright. Your temples throb, the headache spreading like ink beneath your skull. Too much wine. Again. It lingers in your mouth, dry and bitter.

The house is still. Too still.

No footsteps. No distant hum of a shower running. No sound of a voice calling your name from the kitchen, teasing and warm, already making plans for the day.

You move slowly, feet bare against the cool floor as you shuffle downstairs. The air smells faintly of lavender—leftover from the candle you forgot to blow out last night—but it’s empty otherwise. No trace of her.

Your pajama top hangs loosely over your frame, one sleeve slipping down your shoulder as step in the kitchen. The dim morning light filters through the windows, catching the edges of the marble counters, the gleaming faucet, Alexia’s untouched mug still sitting on the top shelf.

You don’t bother moving it. Not yet.

Instead, you go through the motions.

Yogurt and fruit for Iris. A smoothie for Nora. Coffee for yourself—black. You pour it slowly, watching the steam curl toward the ceiling, inhaling the scent. Dark. Sharp.

It used to be comforting.

Now it’s just… routine.

The silence presses in, thick and suffocating.

Until—

A door upstairs slams.

You barely brace yourself before—

"MOM!"

Nora bursts into the kitchen, all limbs and urgency, her hair an absolute disaster, her socks mismatched, her Barcelona shorts twisted at the waistband. She’s already mid-sentence, words tumbling over each other like they can’t wait to get out.

"Did you wash my shin guards? Because last time you forgot, and Coach said—"

"Yes, Nora," you interrupt, rubbing your temple. "They’re in your bag."

She doesn’t even acknowledge it, already laser-focused on the iPad waiting on the counter.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

You don’t need to ask who she’s calling.

The familiar ringing fills the space.

You stir your eggs, pretending this doesn’t feel like a tiny betrayal.

A soft shuffle behind you. Small, hesitant steps. Iris stands at the edge of the room, drowning in her pajamas, hair wild from sleep. She blinks at you, fists rubbing at her sleepy eyes, quiet and expectant.

You set the spoon down and walk toward her. Bend low, arms open. She melts into you immediately.

Warm. Small. Yours.

You scoop her up, feel her settle against you, feel the soft sigh she exhales into the crook of your shoulder. She clings, tiny fingers curled in your shirt, the way she always does when she doesn’t want something—just wants you.

Then—

"Hola, mi bebé."

Alexia’s voice filters through the speaker.

"MAMAAAA!"

Nora practically vibrates with excitement, her feet kicking beneath the counter as she grins into the screen.

"Are you coming to my game today?"

"I’ll try, bebé," she says, voice smooth, careful. "Mom has a game too, and it might run late."

A scoff escapes before you can stop it. Loud. Unmistakable.

Alexia hears it.

Her gaze flickers.

"Is your mom there?"

"She is, Mama. You could come later."

A pause. A hesitation.

"I’ll try to make it to the game. If not, I’ll come over. Can I talk to Mom?"

Nora doesn’t wait for your answer before shoving the iPad toward you.

And there she is. Staring at you through the screen.

Alexia’s face is unreadable. Hair tied back, skin still glistening from practice, her Barcelona kit clinging to her like it was made for her. The sweat along her collarbone catches the morning light.

She looks too good.

Your fingers tighten around the device.

"Hi," you manage, careful.

"Hi," Alexia replies, just as careful. Her eyes flicker, scanning your face, the tired set of your mouth.

"How are you, baby?"

That word.

Baby.

"Fine."

She nods. "I’m good too."

Didn’t ask, Alexia.

You shift, pressing your lips to Iris’s hair. “Aren’t you going to say hi to Mama, baby?”

Iris hesitates. Then—quietly, almost imperceptibly—shrinks further into you.

Alexia’s jaw tightens.

"I’ll try to make it up to her later."

You let out a short breath, sharp and cold. "If you come."

It slips out before you can stop it.

Alexia flinches.

Nora, oblivious, barrels ahead. "Mommy, can we have ice cream? Or pizza?"

"I’ll see, okay, bebé?"

"Okay. Te amo mucho."

"Te amo mucho también."

The call ends.

Nora launches into a ramble about the game—how Coach Ellison, the new coach, says headers are important, how she thinks she might finally be better than Cleo, how Ellison is so cool—

"Did you know she played in the US? And she knows like, everything? Like, the other day she told us—"

You tune her out.

Your mind is still stuck on Alexia.

Her games don’t run that late.

Maybe she just doesn’t want to come.

And Eva—

You told her to fire her. Begged her.

Did she?

Iris sniffs, curling further into your chest.

Then—suddenly—she’s crying.

Quiet. But certain.

You press a kiss to her temple, breathing her in.

"You wanna come to Nora’s game, baby?"

A tiny nod.

That’s settled.

A few hours pass in a blur of routine. You braid Nora’s hair the way she likes it—tight, neat, not a single strand out of place. She’s always particular about that. Her uniform is crisp, cleats laced tight. She bounces on the balls of her feet as you double-check her bag.

Iris is easier. A quick change into something warm enough for the cooling afternoon, a light jacket zipped up, curls tamed as best as they can be. She lets you fuss over her, still slow with sleep, still attached to your side.

By the time you pull up to the field, the sun hangs lower in the sky, stretching golden light over the grass.

Nora doesn’t wait.

The second the car door unlocks, she’s off. Legs pumping, sprinting like she’s playing a Champions League final.

You shake your head.

"Nora, chill. This is not the World Cup."

She barely glances back, waving you off as she dashes toward her team.

You sigh, adjusting Iris against your hip as you shut the car door.

The field is already packed—kids warming up, parents scattered across the sidelines, the familiar buzz of pre-game energy in the air.

Your eyes skim the crowd and land on Evelyn.

Nora’s best friend’s mom.

Tall. Blonde. Dressed like she has nowhere better to be than a luxury brunch.

And already waving dramatically in your direction.

“Hiiiiiiii, girl.”

You brace yourself.

Evelyn is always a lot. Always talking too loud, always in everyone’s business. But at least she’s nice. And—most importantly—you can trust her.

She gives you a once-over, letting out a low whistle. “Damn, you always look so put together. I swear, if I had two kids and your drama, I’d be out here in sweatpants every day.”

You huff out a short laugh. “Tempting.”

"How are you?"

"So good. I need to update you on everything happening at school. The drama, the mess, the PTA fights—"

You tilt your head, amused. “Sounds fun.”

“Oh, it is.” She smirks, then eyes you curiously. “And you? How are you?”

The way she says it tells you she knows exactly what she’s asking.

You keep your answer simple. “Good too.”

Iris starts to sniff, rubbing her face against your shoulder. You adjust your grip, bouncing her lightly.

"I’m grabbing a seat. Catch up later?"

Evelyn waves you off. “Yeah, I’ll find you.”

You weave through the crowd, eyes scanning for an open spot near the front. The metal bleachers are cold beneath you when you settle down, Iris shifting in your lap, the scent of fresh-cut grass thick in the air.

The whistle blows.

The game starts fast.

The sounds wrap around you—shouts, quick commands, the rhythmic thud of the ball against cleats.

Nora is electric. Sharp, quick, precise. The way she moves—the confidence in it���makes something swell in your chest.

She scores twice.

Arms flung into the air, face split into a blinding grin.

Iris watches, eyes wide, tiny hands gripping your shirt. She doesn’t say much, just absorbs it all, a quiet kind of awe settling over her. But when Nora scores, she claps—small hands smacking together, face lighting up like she understands, like she knows.

You press a kiss to her temple.

The final whistle cuts through the air.

A wave of cheers follows, kids scattering across the field, their leftover adrenaline pushing them in every direction.

Iris tugs at your hand, shifting from foot to foot.

You smooth a hand over her hair. “You did so good sitting through that, baby. Did you like it?”

She shrugs, watching Nora dart between her teammates, glowing with victory. Then—hesitantly—she nods.

You smile.

Small victories.

The game is over, but the kids are still on the field, running wild, their laughter cutting through the crisp evening air. The sky is painted in soft hues of orange and pink, the last traces of daylight stretching thin over the horizon.

Parents linger by the bleachers, chatting in loose circles, but you make your way down toward the field, scanning for Nora.

“Nora,” you call, spotting her darting across the grass with Evelyn’s daughter. “Come on, baby, we need to go.”

She groans dramatically, slowing to a jog, hair wild from the game, cheeks flushed with exertion. “One more minute?” she pleads, breathless.

Before you can answer, Evelyn materializes at your side.

"You need to meet the new coach," she says, eyes gleaming. "Did you see her?"

"Nora mentioned her."

Evelyn tsks, looping her arm through yours. "That’s why I love you. You never know what’s going on."

Then she smirks.

"Look, there she is."

Your gaze flickers toward the sideline.

And there she is.

Coach Ellison.

Tall. Sharp features. Green eyes that cut through distance. A blue baseball cap shading her face, but not enough to hide the way her mouth quirks at the corners.

Your breath catches.

"Okay," you murmur.

Evelyn snorts. "Okay? That’s all?"

“She’s the coach.”

“Yeah, right. She can coach me any day of the week.”

You shake your head, adjusting Iris as she starts to squirm. “I should grab Nora.”

But before you can move, Evelyn’s grip tightens. "Oh! Wait. You should meet her."

You frown. "Eve—"

Too late.

Ellison turns just as you stop in front of her. Her gaze flicks between you and Evelyn, something unreadable passing through her expression.

Evelyn grins. "Coach, this is Nora’s mom."

Ellison’s eyes lock onto yours.

She smiles.

Not polite. Not empty.

Something else.

"Nice to meet you," she says smoothly.

Your fingers twitch.

"You too."

Her gaze flicks over you—quick, unassuming, but enough.

"Nora adores you."

A smirk tugs at her lips.

"Oh? Good to know I’m doing something right."

Your lips twitch.

Then—

"She’s single, by the way," Evelyn throws in, casual as a grenade.

Your stomach drops.

"No, I’m not," you snap.

Evelyn snorts.

"Yes, she is."

Ellison’s smirk deepens.

It’s light. Playful. But there’s something under it. Something that lingers.

Before you can respond—

Your phone vibrates.

You glance down.

Alexia.

The air shifts—heavy, cold.

Ellison watches you, gaze flicking to the name on your screen, then back up to your face.

The smirk is gone.

You swallow.

"I—" You step back, gripping your phone. "I have to take this."

Ellison nods. Doesn’t ask.

"See you around," she says simply.

You don’t answer. You just turn away, focus on getting the girls to the car, needing the space to breathe.

Nora groans when you tell her it’s time to go, dragging her feet, eyes pleading. You brace yourself for the meltdown, already picturing the whines, the pout, the bargaining—until you mention Alexia.

"Remember? Mama said she was probably coming over after. We need to be home to wait for her."

Nora straightens immediately. "Okay."

Crisis averted.

You buckle Iris into her seat, waiting for her to settle before you slide into the driver’s side. The moment you’re in, your fingers hover over the steering wheel before pressing call.

Alexia picks up on the first ring.

"Sorry I couldn’t answer before, it was crazy at the game. You’re on speaker," you say, adjusting the volume.

"Mama, I won!" Nora screams from the backseat.

"Congratulations, bebe!" Alexia’s voice warms through the line. "So, I think I’m picking up the pizza, right?"

"Yes, yes, yessss," Nora chants.

You glance at Iris in the rearview mirror. Still asleep. You lower your voice. "Nora, stop. You’re going to wake your sister."

She huffs, but quiets.

Alexia laughs. "Ice cream too, then?"

"Yeah, that’s fine."

"Okay. See you soon."

The call ends.

You exhale, gripping the wheel as you drive.

After a few minutes, that feel like hours, the garage door hums shut behind the car, the quiet finality of it making your stomach clench. You exhale slowly, resting your head back against the seat for just a second—just enough to breathe. To collect yourself.

Then—

Click.

Nora is already unbuckling her seatbelt, bouncing in place, her whole body practically vibrating with excitement.

“Mama is bringing pizza!” she squeals, as if she’s just now remembered. “And ice cream! Mom, can I get a soda too?”

“You know the rules,” you murmur, but there’s no real fight in your voice.

She groans, dragging her head back dramatically before pushing the door open and sprinting into the house. You shake your head, lips twitching despite yourself.

You sigh, shaking your head, before turning to the backseat. Iris is half-asleep, her tiny body slumped against the seat. Gently, you unbuckle her and lift her into your arms. She stirs slightly but doesn’t wake, her warm little arms curling instinctively around your neck.

Inside, the house is calm, the contrast almost jarring after the noise of the field. You carry Iris upstairs, carefully tucking her into bed. She shifts, her tiny fingers grasping at the blanket, and for a moment, you pause, watching her peaceful face.

Downstairs, Nora is sprawled on the couch, eyes glued to the TV. You move through the kitchen, setting the table, the mundane actions grounding you—at least, until the doorbell rings.

It’s fast. Too fast.

Before you can react, Nora is already up, sprinting toward the door.

"Finally!"

Alexia steps inside, carrying a pizza box in one hand and ice cream in the other. She barely has time to set the pizza box down before Nora throws herself into her arms, squeezing her tight.

“I missed you,” she mumbles into Alexia’s jacket.

Alexia laughs, adjusting her grip on the food to hold her properly. "Bebé, I picked you up from school yesterday."

"Yeah, but it feels like ages.”

You stand there, motionless, just watching.

Alexia shifts, catching your gaze over the top of Nora’s head. And for a moment—just a moment—her face softens.

You swallow, turning away. "The pizza is getting cold."

She’s wearing a Barcelona jacket over a fitted shirt, jeans, and sneakers. Simple. Effortless. Still, she makes it look infuriatingly good.

She sets the food on the table before turning to you.

"Hi."

Your throat tightens. You don’t know what to do with your hands, your body, yourself.

"Hey," you manage, voice more clipped than you intend.

Alexia watches you for a second, then shifts.

"Where’s Iris?"

"Upstairs," you say, moving a plate slightly just to give yourself something to do. "She was sleeping. I didn’t want to wake her."

"Want me to bring her down?"

You nod. "Yeah."

She brushes past you, and for a second, just a second, her fingers graze your waist—light, barely there, but enough.

Enough to make your stomach flip. Enough to make you hate that it still happens.

Dinner is a blur.

It’s easy, but only because Nora fills every available space with words. She barely pauses to breathe, recounting every moment of her game, every little detail she can remember. Iris is tucked at Alexia’s side, still drowsy but eating quietly.

You sit there. Pick at the crust of a pizza slice. Try not to let your hands shake.

Alexia keeps looking at you. Not obviously, but enough. Enough that you feel it pressing into your skin.

Then—

"Mama, can you help me sleep tonight?" Nora asks, already tugging at Alexia’s sleeve.

Alexia smiles. "Of course."

She stands, taking Iris with her, and they disappear upstairs. The second they’re gone, you exhale sharply.

Finally.

You reach for a wine glass, pouring yourself a generous amount, fingers tightening around the stem.

You take a slow sip. Another.

Upstairs, a door creaks softly, followed by the quiet murmur of Alexia’s voice—low, soothing. The rustle of blankets, a whispered goodnight. Footsteps move down the hall, steady, unhurried.

She steps into the doorway of the kitchen, arms crossed, expression unreadable. The weight of her presence fills the room, heavy and suffocating.

"You didn’t eat," she says, her voice soft but pointed.

You glance over at the half-eaten meal on the table, the uneaten food mocking you. Your stomach tightens, but it’s not hunger. It’s something else entirely, something you can’t swallow down.

"I had some," you reply, setting your glass down with a sharp clink.

"Barely," she presses, her gaze never leaving you.

You shake your head, pushing the frustration down. "Why do you care?"

It comes out too quickly, sharper than you intended. You watch as something flickers in Alexia’s eyes—a flash of hurt, of regret—but it disappears before you can fully register it.

"You know why," she says quietly, but the words hit like an accusation, like a reminder of everything that’s gone wrong.

Your fingers tighten around the countertop, your breath hitching. You exhale slowly, trying to keep control, but it slips. "Do I?"

Alexia rubs the back of her neck, the exhaustion lining her face. She looks tired, worn down in ways you hadn’t expected. But you push that thought away.

"You should eat something," she says again, voice softer now.

You turn, the frustration bubbling over. "Jesus, Alexia," you mutter, your tone sharp. "You show up, play house for an hour, and now you want to tell me what to do?"

"That’s not what I’m doing," she insists, her voice calm but firm.

"Really? Because it sure feels like it."

She sighs, looking up at the ceiling, as if trying to steady herself.

"Why are you really here, Alexia?" The words come out strained, a plea buried in the harshness.

A long pause.

"I wanted to see the girls." Her voice cracks slightly, as if it costs her something to say it.

You nod slowly, trying to keep your face neutral. "Right. And now that they’re asleep, what? You stick around for what, exactly?"

Alexia doesn’t answer right away, her eyes drifting over you. She’s searching for something, but you’re not sure what.

You shake your head, frustration leaking out. "That’s not fair, Alexia."

"I know." Her voice is quieter now, a confession in itself.

The silence between you stretches, thick and suffocating. The hum of the refrigerator is the only sound, the TV in the other room a faint murmur.

You find yourself staring at her lips, a small movement—she licks them, almost absentmindedly. Your pulse quickens, and you swallow hard, gripping the edge of the counter like it’s the only thing holding you upright.

"Did you fire her?"

Alexia freezes. The room goes still. Her breath comes slow, measured, like she’s bracing for impact. Then she exhales, rubbing a hand down her face.

"She was moved." Her voice is quiet, heavy.

You stare at her. "Moved?"

Alexia nods, eyes flicking to the side. "They transferred her to another department—less contact with the players."

Your stomach twists, something ugly curling in your chest. "So, she still works there?"

Her jaw tightens. She doesn’t answer.

"You think I didn’t try to fire her?" she finally says. Her voice is low, strained.

"Then why is she still there?"

Alexia presses her lips together, looking away like she doesn’t want to say it. She swallows hard. "The club wanted a reason. They wanted to know why."

It hits you all at once. The weight of it, the pathetic cowardice. "And you couldn’t tell them."

She shuts her eyes for half a second, then looks at the floor. "I—" She stops herself, shakes her head. "It wasn’t that simple."

You let out a sharp breath, something bitter burning in your throat. "It was simple, Alexia. You just didn’t want to say it."

Her eyes flash, something raw and defensive beneath the exhaustion. "You think it was that easy?" Her voice is quiet but strained, like she's holding something back. "You think I could just walk into their office and say, ‘I slept with her, now fire her’?"

"You should have," you snap, the words cutting through the thick air between you.

Alexia exhales sharply, raking a hand through her hair. "And then what? Have it become a headline? Have everyone looking at me like—" She stops herself, jaw clenching. "It wasn’t just about me."

Your chest tightens. "No, it was about protecting her."

She shakes her head, frustration flickering across her face. "It was about protecting everything. The team. The season. The girls—"

"Don’t," you cut in, voice sharp. "Don’t act like this was some noble sacrifice. You protected yourself, Alexia. You let her stay because admitting what you did—saying it out loud—would have meant facing it."

Her hands curl into fists at her sides. She opens her mouth, then closes it. No excuses. No defense. Just silence.

A slow, suffocating weight settles in your chest, thick and suffocating.

"You’re a fucking coward."

Alexia’s lips part, her whole body tensing like she wants to fight back, like she wants to explain—but nothing comes. She just stands there, her breathing uneven, her eyes heavy with something you don’t want to name.

You can’t do this.

Not tonight.

Your fingers tighten around the neck of the wine bottle as you turn sharply on your heel, your feet carrying you toward the stairs before you can think better of it. You don’t look back, but you hear her footsteps—hesitant at first, then more certain as she follows.

"Where are you going?"

Her voice is right behind you, close enough that you can feel it, like the heat of a flame licking at your spine.

You don’t answer. You just keep moving.

"I don’t want to talk."

"But I do." There's a sharpness to her voice now, frustration bleeding through. "Why can’t we talk like normal, functional adults?"

You stop. Your breath is unsteady, hands clenched so tight your nails bite into your palms. When you turn, she’s right there, too close, eyes searching yours like she’s desperate for something—an opening, a crack in the wall you’ve put between you.

"Because we’re not normal, Alexia." Your voice is quieter now, but no less sharp. "And we sure as hell aren’t functional."

The moment you step into the bedroom, the air feels different—heavier, like it’s thick with memories you don’t want to face. The faint scent of Alexia’s perfume lingers in the sheets, in the air, in your skin, like an ache you can’t wash away.

You set the bottle down on the nightstand with more force than necessary, the glass clinking sharply against the wood. Your hands move before your mind catches up—you pull at the buttons of your shirt, shedding the weight of the day, of the conversation, of her.

Alexia doesn’t stop at the doorway. She follows, closing the door behind her. "You shouldn’t be drinking like this."

You scoff, shaking your head as you pull the fabric from your shoulders. "And you shouldn’t have fucked someone else, but here we are."

She exhales sharply, doesn’t leave.

Your hands move to your closet door, pushing it open. The space is pristine, everything in its place—your shoes lined up in neat rows, designer heels alongside sneakers, your handbags displayed on glass shelves like artifacts in a museum. The scent of leather and cedarwood lingers in the air, blending with the faint, familiar notes of Alexia’s cologne clinging to the jackets she never took with her. The dim, recessed lighting casts a warm glow over the polished marble floors, the gold fixtures gleaming under it.

Alexia lingers, watching you.

You say, while pulling out a set of pajamas. "You can leave." Every muscle in your body is coiled so tight you feel like you might snap.

Alexia looks at you, eyes dark and unreadable, lips parted like she wants to say more. Like she wants to close the distance between you and fix something.

Instead, she rubs a hand down her face, and then—

"I’m sleeping in Nora’s room."

It takes a second for the words to register.

Your pulse stutters. Your fingers tighten against the dresser.

"You’re what?"

Alexia swallows, shifting on her feet, her jaw tight. "I’m staying in Nora’s room tonight."

A slow, disbelieving laugh forces its way out of you. It’s humorless, sharp at the edges. "You think you get to do that?"

"She’ll want me there."

Your stomach twists violently.

You step forward before you can stop yourself, rage flickering dangerously beneath your skin.

"You don’t just get to fucking decide that," you snap. "You don’t get to show up, say what you need to say, and then plant yourself in this house like nothing happened."

Alexia’s expression hardens, but there’s something desperate in the way she holds herself. "She’s my daughter too."

"And whose fault is it that you’re not in this house anymore?"

Her jaw tightens, her nostrils flare, but she doesn’t have an answer.

You shake your head, biting down so hard on the inside of your cheek you taste blood.

"Go home, Alexia," you mutter.

Alexia stays still.

You step back, shaking your head again. "I mean it."

After a long, tense beat, she exhales, looking down. "I’ll leave in the morning."

You press your lips together so tightly it hurts.

"Whatever."

You turn away before she can see the way your throat tightens, before she can catch the flicker of something shattered in your expression.

The bedroom door clicks shut behind you.

And you don’t look back.

[curlyfriesgalore]

"let it all out, baby."

you've been dating daisuke for a while, already growing accustomed to his body and behavior, but something was off. nothing break-up-worthy, far from it, but you're a little concerned with how quiet he's been in bed.

so one "night," when swansea is too drunk out of his mind, anya is busy caring for curly, and jimmy is doing fuck all, you and daisuke spend some quality time in your room, which miraculously survives the foam.

one thing led to another, and now you're giving him head. however, as much as you want to get lost in your lust, you can't help but focus on his face—not out of your usual affection, but to analyze him.

★ a smut-shot broken down into bullets with dialogue sectioned off into chat-format segments. [2,697 words]

☆ gen tags: post-crash. gn! reader is anya's intern, but your job isn't mentioned in the fic (it's just for lore's sake). daisuke is insecure in his masculinity (some angst). set in our year all because i reference one meme lol.

★ nsfw tags MDNI: dom reader. sub daisuke. fellatio and a handjob. neck biting and nipple sucking. so much whimpering!!!

[ahh, posting again because i found a fic i made for another character two years ago, so i decided to rework it! i was actually really glad to find this 'cause i've been wanting to write daisuke smut, but currently my nsfw drafts are all curly. art by washitquickly on twt —iris🌠]

daisuke squirms as you lap your tongue around the head of his velvety dick, your spit blending with his sweet and sour slick. he digs his gapped teeth deep into his chapped lip. his mouth is in a tight crease, eyes squished shut with brows deep in concentration, wrinkling his lightly pimpled forehead.

he looks so out of breath, yet zilch emerges from that man's mouth. you wonder if your skills have worsened since the crash. maybe it was stress? but no, you knew that couldn't've been the case. your licks have always made him involuntarily writhe in pleasure, and your breath alone was enough to make precum shoot out of his soft slit.

speaking of which, you did exactly that, and a high-pitched moan ensues, finally.

you groan along with him, feeling his clear fluid slide down your throat. when your voice vibrates its low hum, shivers trickle down daisuke's aching cock. it's enough for him to jolt, flutter his eyes open, and mewl out a squeaky whimper.

you look up in awe, expecting to see your loverboy in pure ecstasy, but your heart drops. all you see is his hand clamped over his mouth, eyes wide in horror: the farthest thing from rapture.

gently, you remove yourself, the sensation of smooth skin lingering in your mouth as a trail of saliva connects your lip to his tip. with your hands still on his thighs, you felt him tremble under your palms.

daisuke pulls his legs towards his chest, encasing them within his arms as he buries half his face into his knees. his brows dent into his temple. he mumbles what sounds like an apology and wipes his face against his hinge joints. worry washes away your arousal in an instant.

carefully, you unfold his arms, spreading his legs to reveal the gorgeous mess you so deeply love. you crawl on top of him, resting your stomach on his, feeling his liquid lather onto your abdomen as you softly cradle his chin, bringing his face to yours.

as you thumb away the tiny tears dripping down his acne-scarred cheeks, he carefully brings his gaze to you, revealing the sea of tears swimming in his dark eyes. daisuke looks like a sad puppy, hurt and desperate for his partner's forgiveness, yet you are unsure as to why he's reacting this way.

he tries to gulp down the cries congested in his throat, attempting to force an explanation, but his reasons refuse to be revealed. for a man who spoke so many words, he felt too embarrassed to say any.

so, rather than letting him hurt himself any further, you envelop his warm body in your arms. daisuke silently melts as you comb your fingers through his sweaty hair, caressing his scalp as you try to piece things together. you think back to all the times you guys have had sex.

time and time again, you remember how quietly he'd finish. no matter how intensely his body shook from your touch, nothing but a small sigh would leave his panting chest. daisuke could be a puddle of sweat, drool coating his chin, eyes rolled all the way back as he failed to wait for your cue to let him cum all over your stomach—and yet, the only thing missing were the sounds of his moans.

you didn't question it at first, assuming he was, ironically enough, a quiet guy in bed, but things weren't adding up.

whenever you sneak attack his sides, tickling the air out of him, daisuke would shriek as if he'd witnessed the murder of his favorite pokémon. his face contorts into the physical embodiment of the 'ash baby.'

then there was another time, a month before the crash, when it was jimmy's turn for movie night. the co-pilot pulled up with his favorite horror film, intending to creep the skin off of everyone, and it nearly did for daisuke. he screeched so hard, practically ripping your eardrums, and lunged himself onto you, toppling the others over like dominoes on the couch.

(you recall a very tired captain curly lecturing a sheepish daisuke, telling him to be more careful with his surroundings, as anya aided swansea's sore back while jimmy snickered to himself next to you).

countless times proved how reactive he was, besides the obvious fact that this man does not have an off button. so, for him to be completely silent during sex didn't make any sense.

well, he wasn't completely. you've heard his soft moans and hushed whimpers escape from daisuke, unbeknownst to him, but you knew he could be much louder than that.

like, hello? he's the daisuke juarez, the guy (in)famously known for talking on and on for days without fail; surely, he could groan the life out of his lungs.

because, clearly, he wants to.

he needs to.

but you didn't know why he was so adamant about being super quiet. you wanted an answer so you wouldn't have to constantly try to get a read on his suppressions. and, by the looks of it, you're about to get one.

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

you cup his face and caress his warm jaw. daisuke delicately places his hand on top of yours and strokes it back, rolling his thumb against your knuckles.

"can we talk now?" your question drifts into the soft rumbles of the ship.

daisuke carefully nods, one last garbled sob croaking out his throat before he responds, "y-yeah..."

"tell me. what's wrong, baby?" you ask softly as your hand dances around his face, your fingers tracing his features, wet from tears.

"um, do i..." daisuke pauses, briefly breathing in some much-needed air, "do i sound weird when i—y'know—uh, moan...?" he leans his cheek into your palm, and you feel the bumpy indentations in his skin flush into yours. his sights are set on everything but you.

your brows knit, but clarity relaxes the knot in your shoulders. "d'aww, baby..." you pout. "is that what this is?" daisuke, slowly attempting to match your eyes, purses his lips with another nod.

shaking your head, you bring his chin closer to yours, "no, no... not at all, dai." you press your lips into his pursed ones, tenderly transferring your love to him and relieving his tight kiss into its original plumpness. you pull away, resting your forehead against his, "i've always found them very cute..."

"if anything," you chuckle, "i wish you moaned more." finally, he looks at you, and you're met with wide eyes and lifted brows, "really?"

now it's your turn to quirk your brow. "of course, really! what makes you think i'd feel otherwise?" daisuke laughs at that and eats his lips, looking up at the metal ceiling as he sifts through his memory box.

"well- i don't know, i mean, back on earth," you catch a brief dullness in his gaze, "i once heard the girls in my class talk about how weird some guys sound when they moan, and like," daisuke drums his fingers on your forearm, "when i asked, they'd say any dude who sounded too much like them?" when he looks at you, he falters, "ach- how do i say it?"

your eyes narrow, struggling to understand that train of thought. daisuke frowned, not at you but at the following words, "it was something like 'oh! men who whimper are soOo icky to me' and 'dudes should sound deep, not like...'" daisuke winces, heaving a frustrated sigh as he continues to mimic those girls. "'...whatever weak subby boy bullshit that's been circulating online—' i know, it's stupid." he immediately stops when he sees your grimace.

you blink your eyes shut, shaking your head and sighing when you peel them open. "so," your hand wipes over your mouth. "you ended up adopting that?" you ask, tucking your thumb under your chin as your index rests on your bottom lip, elbow propped up on one knee.

"i mean, sort of?" daisuke moves his hands to rub circles on your bare sides, "when i realized that i moan like," daisuke air quotes, "a 'weak subby boy,' i got really embarrassed and well- forced myself to sound more like a man, i guess..." the shame in his face, apparent.

you hum, taking in the information as he continues to explain his insecurities. daisuke tells you all the times he's been egged on by his guy friends for how he sounds when he'd whine after getting hit by a baseball ball (when that shit HURTS for anybody, daisuke emphasizes) or how often his friend group would point out his squeals, joking about how he'd never get laid with a voice like that. the thing is, he consciously understands that his classmates are biased individuals, so daisuke knows that there's no real point for him to act all secretive with his sounds. but he can't help it. he worries that letting himself just... be himself, in this context specifically, might make you find him less attractive.

"hUH?!" you exclaim, making daisuke jump. you're so baffled that you grab his face and squish his cheeks with all the affection your squeeze can imbue. he looks at you, doe-eyed with lips puffed out like a fish. "i—first of all, what an absolutely shitty thing to say to your friend, let alone do it daily. and second of all, not every man moans the same. just 'cause yours is a little higher doesn't make you any less of one..." he attempts to defend them, wanting to say that they weren't that bad, but you hush him, reading through his lie before he could assess it himself. then, when you rationalize his insecurity, he tightens his lip, taking in your opinion as you continued to speak against the toxicity of his friends. noticing he's gone quiet, you rub his cheek, changing your tone into something much softer. "daisuke."

"yesh...?"

as your serious stare delves deep into his soul, you reassure him, "there is no one—and i mean, no one—in this universe that i love more than you."

"oomph, i shink your beftfriends whould be mhad if they hurd thath." daisuke jokes, and you roll your eyes, shushing him as you stifle your laugh, "hey, i'm being serious here...!" to which daisuke chuckles and nods for you to continue, mouthing an 'i love you, too.'

you sigh, "your whimpers... are the cutest, most adorable noises i'll ever hear in my life, and i don't want you to shut them up, ever. i mean it."

"mph- reallhy?" the innocence in his voice made you squish the sides of his face harder as you hummed in agreement, "really."

"i want to hear them," you take a moment to sit up, straddling his thighs as you wrap your fingers around his dick, it instantly springs. "over... and over... and over again." with every pause, you stroke him. your palm tugs at his cock from the hairs on his abdomen to his soaked tip. daisuke chokes out a gasp, his legs squirming as he gulps, "a-ah, fuck... baby." his body trembles, randomly jerking with every drag of his thick cock.

"nothing will ever change the way i see you," you press your lips onto his jaw, feeling the tiniest stubble. "how sweet you are, how handsome you look, or how good you sound to me." you trail kisses down his neck, and latch onto the edge of his adam's apple, nibbling a whimper out of him.

"if anything, your moans make me love you even more than i already do." as you peck along his chest, his whines squeal breathlessly, and his whimpers exceed his vocal cords. every compliment you throw at him sends his brain into autopilot.

"ngh, mh..." none of daisuke's words made any sense, his mouth melding into mush while yours formed dark hickeys on all his right spots. he was panting uncontrollably. looking down at you with those half-lidded eyes of his, ones leaking with so much love and lust. he grips the sheets with one hand while the other carefully combes through your hair.

your mouth was now at level with his nipple. you watch it harden in anticipation as he edges his chest a little closer to your lips, making you chuckle at how needy your boyfriend's gotten. "now, before i let you cum, i want you to be as loud as you possibly can be, okay? for me, baby."

he nods, loving your coos, but uncertainty nearly cockblocks him, "w-wait, babe, what if everyone hears me?" daisuke watches you huff a laugh, "like anyone's cared about us fucking before." you both chuckle, and daisuke relaxes, "oh right, hehe."

"even if someone hears," you lightly circle his nipple, the tiny bumps on its dark epidermis sliding so perfectly against your thumb. daisuke's dick twitches, already biting his lip at the sight of your tongue inches away from his chest's nub. you continue, breathing hot on daisuke's skin. "they get to know how beautiful my baby boy sounds in bed."

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daisuke's breathing gradually quickens at the heat. when you finally lick his nipple, his cry is instantaneous. it's the prettiest noise you've ever heard, pulling at your heartstrings as a rush surges through your abdomen.

you close your eyes and focus on stroking his dick with every lick you make, his adorable moans filling the air. the way you roll your fingers and wedge them on the damp head, massaging the precum out his slit, melts daisuke, turning him into a pathetic, panting puddle in your arms. he absentmindedly ruts into your hand out of pure pleasure, sliding his slick all over your skin.

soon enough, his whimpers peaked, his voice consuming the room. you knew he was reaching his high based on the synchronization of his thrusts and your pumps. bed sheets crumple under his fist, and his other hand no longer on your hair but on the small of your back, squeezing your waist as he tries to travel down to knead your ass.

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"babe, i'm close...! i'm so close." daisuke blabbers between mewls, his hands clutching onto your hips for support. he spills all of him into your palms, creating a wet patch underneath his thighs. you intensify your already vigorous pumping, simultaneously pinching a nipple as you bite the other, "come on, baby... you're almost there." "i'm cumming—fuck— 'm cumm...ing, nghnghm! ohmygod...!" intense shudders siphon through daisuke's bloodstream, his whole body convulsing as he feels his milk bud, moments away from dripping out his sore slit. "let it all out, baby." you coo, tonguing his nipple with your wet love.

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with one final groan, his cum drenches your hand as he arches his back so far that it nearly sends you falling. all that fills your ears are the sounds of your boyfriend's sweet sobs, easing into an aching sigh.

after tugging his cock with a few more strokes, daisuke collapses further into the bed, his head lying so far back into the pillow that you can see his adam's apple bob after every gasp and gulp. your lips leave his nipple, and he shivers from the cold air hitting his wet skin.

as he's catching his breath, you stretch your back and crane your spine far enough to feel every bubble in your ligament pop down your bones. after rolling your neck side to side, you get a good look at daisuke, who is disheveled and disoriented.

you chuckle and lift his head up, daisuke's teary eyes akin to those of a desperate puppy. you bring your sticky fingers to your mouth, swallowing his sweetness, and daisuke watches, thirsty for a taste.

smiling at the drool dripping down his puffy lips, you bring your face to him, gracing him with a smooch. the kiss muffles his deep moan. his tongue explores yours, devouring his own dick with what lingers on your papillae.

daisuke pouts when you pull away, but before he whines, you wrap your hands behind his neck, sitting yourself up and pulling him into your chest. he sighs into the hug, embracing you as much as he physically can while you massage his wet and messy hair. you kiss his scalp and softly praise him for being such a good boy.

[i was going to expand on the post crash aspect but i got wayyy too tired. but know that the story was originally going to have an afab reader, where you ride daisuke till he cums inside you, so i'd then add a line about how you couldn't care less about getting bred 'cause you were probably dying on the tulpar, anyway 😭 so it was going to be a LOT more angsty. i also intended to write a segment (after he admits his insecurity) of him missing earth and the structure of a home so badly that he's developed a mommy kink, so i could use it later when you guys go back to sexing buuut oopsies. i'll save that for another time 🫠. —iris🌠]

[fleurvi]

The Babysitter | ShokoHime x Reader

pairing: shoko ieri x fem!reader x utahime iori

genre: smut (minors dni)

wc: 4.1k

cw: babysitter!reader, non-curse au, shokohime are married, threesome, strap-on sex, scissoring, handcuffs, vibrators, double penetration, hair pulling

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You had picked up a part-time gig babysitting for your neighbours to support your income from your regular day job. He is a sweet boy, he is a nice boy, but he is most certainly not a good boy. Due to all the trouble caused by Yuji, his mothers pay much more than anyone else in the area.

You've been their sole babysitter for months, getting to know the whole family. Both women are intimidating figures, but they're so gentle with their son that it's easy to tell that they're real softies, especially Utahime. You get a familiar throbbing between your legs when they make eye contact with you, and you feel so guilty about your rising feelings for the women who have so kindly welcomed you into their home.

You've been called out to babysit Yuji again, and you happily accepted. While walking over, you cross your fingers that the pair will still be home when you get there.

When you knock on the huge doors, you're expecting Yuji to open the door, but instead, you're met with Utahime 's smiling face. Utahime is the less intimidating of the two parents. She greets you kindly, letting you into the house. She walks you into the abnormally tidy living room. Shoko is there, sitting on the couch.

“Hi, Doctor” you greet.

“Hi, Doll,” she responds, flashing a smile that makes you uneasy. The pet name has heat rising beneath your skin. Utahime walks over to the bar in the living room that's usually locked up while you're here. “Would you like a drink, Darling?”

“No, thank you. I don't think drinking on the job is a good idea,” You say, taking a seat next to Shoko, who has shifted over to make room for you.

“Aren't you responsible?” laughs Utahime. “But, I have to apologise. We called you here on false pretences,” she says, passing her wife a drink and taking a seat on your other side. You fidget in your seat, worried that they may have figured out your growing affection for the pair of them.

“False pretences?” you ask.

“Yes. Yuji is currently at his friend's house, and during our time alone, Shoko and I were discussing some recently developing fantasies we've had,” she says, leaning in close to you. You cross and uncross your legs, hoping to get some relief for your panties that grow wetter by the second. You're not oblivious to the connotations of Utahime's words. Shoko's fingers slip under your chin and tilt your face so you can look into her eyes. Her usual stony expression sits on her face, but you can see a different kind of fire burning in her iris’.

“If you decline our advances, we will pay you double our usual fee, drop you home and never speak of this again. If you accept and allow us to, we'd love to make you feel good,” She says, refusing to break eye contact. Your brain takes a second to buffer. You can't quite believe that they feel the same about you. You nod and Shoko instructs you to use your words.

“Yes, please”, you whine, voice clear and loud. Within seconds, Utahime is on you, pressing kisses to your neck and wrapping her arms around you. She feels you up and squeezes your tits. Shoko watches, eyes glued to her wife's hands playing with your chest.

“Strip down for us,” says Utahime, letting go and leaning back against the sofa. You see her exchange a giddy smile with Shoko as you stand. You take everything off, down to your underwear. They're verbal in their appreciation for what you were hiding under each article of clothing you take off.

“You're so fucking hot”, growls Shoko, lips moving around the cigarette wedged between her teeth so she could speak. Utahime extends her hand towards you and pulls you onto her lap, helping you into a straddling position. She kisses around the cup of your bra as the edges of Shoko’s nails slide against your shoulder blades and underneath the back of your bra. In one harsh movement, she unclips the garment, making it easy for Utahime to pull it from your body. Utahime attaches her lips to your nipple, biting down to make you yelp. Shoko remains in her seat. The soft scrape of her nails causes goosebumps to rise over your skin.

“Are you going to join us, Doctor?” you ask, wanting to get any part of her body on you.

“I'm right here. Is Utahime not enough for you? Greedy girl,” she responds, pressing the point of her nails into your thigh. Utahime pulls away from your chest.

“Don't worry about Shoko. She likes to watch. Just focus on me,” she says, lifting her head to your neck, licking up the side before pressing a messy kiss to your jaw. Utahime presses her fingers to your clothed pussy, smiling against your neck when you whimper.

Both women are staring you down like you're their last meal. The way Shoko watches you through a cloud of smoke, like a beast stalking its prey, sends shivers up your spine. You should be intimidated by the power both women exude, but they just excite you. Utahime’s mouth is rough, but she handles you gently.

“I think it's time we take you to bed, huh?” Utahime asks you. Then she turns towards Shoko. “Darling, put that out so you can give her a kiss,” she says to Shoko, who rolls her eyes but does as she's told anyway. She puts out her cigarette in the ashtray on the table. She reaches her hand into your hair, pulling you into an aggressive kiss, all teeth and dripping with saliva. Her tongue isn't shy, pushing into your mouth with ease, filling it with the taste of smoke.

When Shoko lets you go, Utahime lifts you up and over her shoulder. The ease with which Utahime lifts you is surprising. You're carried through a familiar hallway but then into a room you've never entered before. You're dropped down onto silk bed sheets, and both women take a second to watch you.

“Give us something pretty to look at while we strip”, says Shoko, reaching her hand up to unbutton her blouse. “Don't be shy, Dollface. Show us how you touch yourself when you think of us.”

Before getting started on her clothes, Utahime takes a moment to pull your underwear down your legs. She throws them behind her, not caring where they land. You look back at Shoko, who's still waiting for her show. You nervously reach a hand down to your pussy, gently running two fingers between your lips and collecting your wetness. You start with slower circles at the clit as Shoko removes her shirt. You hear more vocal encouragement from Utahime and speed your fingers up.

“Bet that pussy tastes divine”, growls Utahime, eager to get her mouth on you. You slip your fingers down to your hole and press two fingers into you. The women groan as they watch you. Once they've removed all their clothes, Utahime swats your hand away from your aching pussy and kneels on the floor, dragging you to the edge of the bed. Shoko is quick to join this time, grabbing your wrist and guiding your soaked fingers to her mouth. Her tongue swirls around your fingers, and she groans at your taste.

Utahime’s hands grip the back of your thighs, pushing your knees closer to your chest and holding you spread open for her. She leans in, licking from your back hole to your clit. She suctions her mouth around your clit, flicking her tongue in a way that has your hands flying between your legs to grab at her hair.

“She's good at that, huh?” asks Shoko, laughing when you nod. “What about you? You eat pussy like that?” She asks, running a finger over your lips. You're unsure if you've got the experience or skill to match Utahime, but you've definitely got the enthusiasm, so you tell her ‘yes’. Shoko flashes you a predatory grin before pushing you to lie flat against the sheets. She swings her leg over your face, straddling you. Your hands move from Utahime's hair to Shoko's thighs. You pull her down onto your face pressing your tongue to her clit. She moans as you flatten your tongue, letting her rock her hips over you.

You're close; Utahimes tongue has worked you up so quickly. You try to focus on licking at Shoko's clit, but your impending orgasm has you distracted. You tap Shoko’s thigh to let her know you're going to cum, as if your moaning and shaking didn't tip her off already, and she moves off of you. She opts to whisper in your ear instead, encouraging you to let go for them.

“Come on, sweet girl. Cum for us,” she says, voice uncharacteristically sweet as she plays with your tits. Your hands are back in Utahime's hair, holding her between your legs as your orgasm crashes into you. You can feel Shoko's lips on your chest as Utahime licks your through your high. There's a static buzzing beneath your skin that settles into a warm feeling. Utahime rises from between your legs and immediately leans in to kiss her wife. You watch intently; they're so beautiful. “Fuck, she tastes so good”, groans Shoko as she pulls away.

“Doesn't she? I'd quite happily take her for another spin,” says Utahime. You squirm beneath them, waiting for them to touch you again. Utahime guides Shoko to sit against the pillows. You can tell Shoko doesn't typically follow orders, but she does so anyway. This time, Utahime grabs a handful of your hair and guides you between Shokos spread legs. You go to press your tongue against her slit and taste her, but Utahime stops you.

“You can finish what you started in a minute. First, I need you to choose what I do to this pretty pussy. I could eat you out again or play with this pretty pussy” she says, slipping her fingers between your folds. “Or I could get a strap and stretch this pretty pussy out.” You nod, eager to try all of them.

“Strap. Please, I want you to fuck me,” you whine, wiggling your hips at Utahime. You receive a quick spank at your display, jolting you forward towards Shoko's pussy. It's quiet for a second, except for Utahime opening a box from a drawer. You can hear her adjusting the strap as Shoko, who's a lot rougher than Utahime, grips a handful of hair and pulls you to her cunt. You, never one to disappoint, flatten your tongue against her and lick up her folds before settling on suckling on her clit. She tastes divine. You could sit here and worship her perfect cunt for hours.

You're so wrapped up in Shoko's pussy that you don't realise Utahime has rejoined you until the tip of her strap is poking at your hole. The strap is bigger than you've taken previously. It was probably an intentional choice on their part.

“You ready for my cock, baby?” asks Utahime, voice sickly sweet as she pushes into you. She digs her fingers into your hips as she starts to thrust. The moan that leaves you is embarrassingly loud. “Yeah, I bet that feels good,” says Utahime, rewarding your noises by wrapping an arm around you to play with your clit.

“Don't forget you've still got a job to do”, says Shoko, pulling you back between her legs. You dive back in, eagerly sucking at Shoko's clit. “That's a good girl” she groans, leaning her head back. Shoko shamelessly rocks her hips over your face as you eat her out.

“Could do this for hours”, you whine as you pull back to take a breath. You reattach your lips and press two fingers into Shoko's hole. You try your best to time your fingers to Utahime's deep thrusts inside you. Shoko is close, and she starts to close her legs around your head. You speed up your fingers, taking care to angle them correctly so she's writhing against the pillows.

The ease with which you pull Shoko over the edge does wonders for your confidence. Her juices flood your face as her moans fill the room. She's much more vocal than you had thought she would be, and the sound is music to your ears. When Shoko comes down from her high, she shimmies out from under you and shuffles to her right so she's out of the way and catches her breath.

You only get a split second to eye up Shoko's post-orgasm expression before Utahime grabs your hair and pushes you face-first into the mattress. Her thrusts are harsher now that you're done pleasing her wife. She's rutting inside you, thick strap dragging against your walls as she smacks your ass. You weren't expecting to see this side of Utahime so soon, but you'd be lying if you said you hadn't fantasised about being their little pet.

“Arch your fucking back for me,” Utahime says, smoothing her hand down your spine and bringing it back up to your ass, punctuating her order with a sharp slap. Her demeanour gets rougher the better you respond to the spanking. If she hadn't spoken to you, you could've mistaken her for Shoko. You had a feeling the ‘fantasies’ they mentioned when you first got here were kinkier than they let on.

She's fucking you good and rubbing your clit with her fingers, occasionally giving it a smack causing both her and Shoko to laugh at the way you whine at the sudden sting. You're close, pliant and moaning beneath Utahime.

“Cum for me, pretty girl”, she says in your ear, cooing as your orgasm hits. Your body twitches as you cum, pussy clenching around the strap. “That's it,” she says, carefully pulling out. “You wanna clean it up?” you hear her ask. You snap your eyes open in time to see Shoko nod, crawling towards Utahime, who has shuffled back to let you breathe. Shoko wraps her lips around the strap, sucking your juices from the toy. You think you could cum again just from watching.

“So you like a little bit of rough treatment?” Utahime asks as Shoko pulls her mouth off of the toy.

“Yeah.” You sigh. “like it when you manhandle me,” you say, with a dreamy smile on your face. You hear both women laugh, endeared by your confession.

“Oh, sweetheart, we can do a lot more than manhandle you. We've got all sorts of toys down here if you wanna have more fun with us,” says Shoko. You instantly nod, not wanting to be done yet.

“Please, I want to be good for you,” you say, sitting up more.

“Of course, we can go all night, Dollface. Just sit pretty, catch your breath and watch me make my wife cum. If you're a good girl and watch without touching yourself, we'll give you a reward, ” says Shoko, pushing Utahime to lie on her back. You focus your eyes on the pair. Shoko pulls the strap harness from Utahime, setting it aside for later. She pushes one of Utahimes legs towards her chest and straddles between them. Shoko leans forward, letting Utahime's leg rest against her shoulder and rubbing her clit against Utahimes. You watch, entranced by the vision of Shoko rocking her hips against Utahime as high-pitched moans of satisfaction fill the room.

Shoko is focused on pleasing Utahime, but looks over to you to check you're obeying her. You're so wet and dying to touch yourself, but you keep your hands at your sides gripping the sheets. Shoko works her hips, growling deep in the back of her throat as she rubs her sensitive pussy against her wife's.

“You look so good, baby. You close?” Shoko asks Utahime. Utahime nods frantically, cursing as her orgasm starts to spread through her body.

“I'm cumming, Sho, please”, she whimpers as she arches off the bed. She looks so pretty when she cums. Shoko moves from between Utahime's legs and turns to you.

“You've been a good girl, c'mere,” says Shoko, beckoning you to her side. You're pulled into a heated kiss, Shoko's tongue pushing against yours. A second pair of hands grab your waist, and you feel Utahime's lips on your neck. Her lips travel up your neck and jaw until she and Shoko lift their heads to kiss each other. You lower your head to kiss down Shokos neck and chest, stopping at her tits and taking one of her nipples into your mouth. When they pull away from the kiss, Shoko pulls you off of her by the hair. She puts her thumb in your mouth, smiling like a cat when you suck.

“How many orgasms can you take before you need a proper break?” she asks, pulling her thumb from your mouth.

Your skin is tingling, you're sensitive from two orgasms, and you're so riled up you might cum as soon as one of them touches your pussy. You know you won't last much longer.

“I can give you two more,” you say.

“Attagirl” praises Utahime, pecking your lips

“Your reward for being such a good girl will be choosing how we give you your final orgasm,” says Shoko. “But first, we get to have even more fun with you.”

Shoko removes herself from the bed and reaches underneath, pulling out a box. You watch as she pulls out a vibrating wand, handcuffs and another strap-on. She lays them all on the bed save for the handcuffs, which she passes to Utahime, who gestures for you to lift your arms above your head so that she can cuff your hands around one of the headboard bars.

“If you need to stop at any point and your mouth is occupied, just kick one of us. Understood?”

“Yes”

Shoko climbs back on the bed, grabbing the vibrating wand as she makes her way back over to your side.

“Are you having fun with us tonight?” she asks, trailing her finger down the side of your face. You nod, and Shoko raises her eyebrow, looking for a verbal response. You open your mouth to confirm, but you're cut off by Shoko slipping her fingers into your mouth. “suck my fingers, baby”. You do as you're told, pressing your tongue against her fingers.

Utahime lifts one of your legs and trails kisses from your ankle to your thigh, where she sinks her teeth, prompting you to moan around Shoko's fingers. When Shoko's satisfied, she pulls her fingers from your mouth and urges Utahime to move over. She passes the vibrator she was holding to Utahime. Shoko presses a slicked-up finger to your hole before sliding it in. It's quickly joined by a second. Shoko keeps her hand still until you start squirming desperately for something more.

Shoko gently moves her fingers, thrusting them enough to give you some satisfaction but not enough to make you cum. You go to start begging but, before you can speak, Utahime turns on the vibrator and presses the head of the wand to your clit. The sudden stimulation steals the breath from your lungs as you let out a cracked whine.

Shoko speeds up her fingers as Utahime presses the toy harder to your clit. You yelp and kick your legs out, which makes them laugh at you.

“Does that feel good, Beautiful?” asks Utahime, pressing a kiss to your leg.

“Yes, fuck”, you growl as Shoko finger fucks you to the edge of an orgasm, only to pause at the last minute. You groan and try to reach down and continue yourself, only to be stopped by the cuffs. Utahime has stopped the vibrator by now too, leaving you hanging on the edge with no way to get off. “Please, please make me cum”, you beg, continuing to pull at the cuffs. Your wrists ache a little, so you stop, deciding the best course of action is to beg for what you want.

“Shoko, please keep going. It feels so good. I need to cum so bad. Please, please, please-”

Your begging descends into moans when Shoko grants you your wish and continues her fingers inside of you. Utahime turns the vibrator back on to full power, and it's almost embarrassing the way you're already teetering on the edge of an orgasm. You're whining, blabbering nonsense as you're pushed over the edge once again.

Your orgasm washes over you like a wave drenching you in pleasure. You can hear Shoko and Utahime talking to you, but it isn't until both women still and relieve you of pleasure that you can take in what they're saying.

“That was so fucking hot, you're such a pretty girl,” Says Shoko, licking her fingers clean. Utahime nods in agreement, kissing your stomach as you come back down from your orgasm.

“You said you've got one more in you. How do you want it?” asks Utahime, lying beside you. You don't take a second to ponder. You just blurt out the first thing you think of.

“Want you both to fuck me at the same time”, you whimper as Utahime leans in to kiss you properly. You hear Shoko say OK before reaching for the spare strap and harness she had grabbed earlier. Shoko helps Utahime put one of the strap harnesses on as she's too preoccupied with kissing you. You think Utahime's saliva must have some kind of venom in it because you couldn't pull away if you tried.

Once Shoko has fastened her own strap, she uncuffs you. You shake your wrists out before using your hands to cup Utahime's face. She pulls you so that you're straddling her lap, pussy rubbing against the shaft of the toy. You pull away from the kiss when you feel Shoko test pressing the tip of her finger to the rim of your asshole.

“Before you ride ‘Hime, I've got to open you up,” She says. You hear her spit then feel it as she pushes a finger into your hole. Utahime continues to make out with you as Shoko stretches you open, adding another finger as she thrusts gently inside you. She adds a third before pulling her fingers out. “OK, now lower yourself onto Hime's strap,” she instructs as she clicks open a bottle of lube.

Utahime spits on her hand and then uses it to slick up her toy. You lift your hips so she can line it up with your hole, and she grips your hips as you slowly lower yourself down. You moan out as you sink down onto it. Once she's bottomed out inside you, Shoko pushes you to lean forward again, keeping on palm steady on your back as she slowly pushes her slicked-up strap into your ass. You're completely filled up and it's nothing like you've ever felt before. You need a few seconds to adjust, which both women grant you.

“Please move now”, you whimper once you're ready to go, and they oblige. They work together in alternating rhythms so that you're not empty. You're immediately driven to a separate plain of existence. Neither woman is holding back, their bruising grip holding you in place as they rut into you. It's almost animalistic. You can barely warn them of how close you are, struggling to form a complete sentence without slurring from the pleasure. Your eyes roll back, and you let out a filthy moan.

“That feel good?” Shoko teases, chuckling in your ear when you nod frantically at her question.

“Gonna cum for us?” asks Utahime, who has planted her feet for extra leverage as she thrusts up into you. You're teetering on the edge of an orgasm, unable to warn them before it comes barrelling into you. You shake in the hold, moaning and whining as you cum all over their cocks. You can hear them praising you, but you're barely taking it in. Your orgasm is akin to an out-of-body experience, ethereal yet grounded. Your skin is still tingling when you regain your breath.

Shoko and Utahime help you off of them, lying you on the sheets next to them. Shoko takes off her strap and lays next to you, massaging any potentially sore parts of your body and telling you how good you were, while Utahime does a rough cleanup job of the toys and starts the shower.

“You did so good for us, Doll. Do you want to get in the shower and then go to sleep? Or do you wanna get in the shower and go for round two?” Shoko asks, running her hand up your side. You think for a second. As much as you'd love to go again, you're tired. You can only hope that the invitation to stay the night can lead to more in the future.

“I'm sleepy,” you say in response. Shoko nods, wiggling out of bed.

“C'mon then. Hime's waiting for us”

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Been wanting to post this for so long, hope you enjoy!!

[solbaby7]

Hii could I please get a neat Moscow mule with a salt rim ❤️

🧉here you go 💗💗

[ “i don’t like the way he / she looks at you” + smut + az ]

-> BLURB BAR <-

There had always been whispers about Illyrian males and the possessive streak that scorches its way through their veins. How it awakened with their first cry at birth and remains until their last breath.

You’d never thought you’d witness it firsthand.

Seeing that shift in Azriel’s features is unmistakable. The comfortable lines of his stoicism usually rests heavy along his brow bone, casting shadows along his eyes until the rich amber of his iris is stark in contrast. Even then, you’re used to seeing some semblance of warmth residing in there but the danger lingering within them now is staggering—forces the object of his surveillance to raise a hand to the back of their neck, eyes scanning the crowd for the culprit.

Az is too good to be caught though. Too skilled to be seen. A wolf that blends in seamlessly in a crowd full of sheep and he detects it immediately when another predator is present. “Who is that?”

You follow his line of sight, grumbling in distaste almost instantly when you notice that familiar tuft of curly blonde hair. “Tyson,” His brow raises at your tone, stance sturdy and arms crossed over his chest. You can feel the heat radiating off of him; briefly acknowledging the sentient shadows that nudge you in closer, partially hiding you behind his bulk. Protecting what they deemed as theirs. “—but all the Valkyrie’s call him tick.”

“Tick.”

“Yeah,” Your head nods along in confirmation, fingers hooking in the loops of your leathers to shimmy them up higher on your hips. “‘Cause he latches on like one—damn near impossible to shake.”

There’s a brief pause, a rumble of a noise vibrating through his chest like a lion in wait that rests on its haunches. Azriel’s prey drive is triggered, specially attuned to the way Tyson leans casually against a post, blue eyes trained on you while you warm up, taking time admiring the way your leathers fit like second skin. “I don’t like the way he looks at you.”

He’s skilled with a sword, Az notes, but that wandering eye is sure to get him killed. The shadowsinger can feel the way his fingers form into fists when Tyson’s gaze meanders down the slope of your back and settles around the generous curve of your ass. It wobbles temptingly as you practice, core tight and form stunning as all sorts of daggers are shot through the air at warp speed.

Every blade hits its respective bullseye.

You're one hell of a prize. One that Tyson so foolishly thinks he’s good enough to win.

Shoulders square, feet apart, knees ever so slightly bent. Even breaths as you line up the next blade, eying where you wish for it to land. "How does he look at me?"

"Like he wants to fuck you."

You pray he doesn't notice the way your body freezes in place, grip faltering on the hilt of your dagger. A thick swallow, throat clumsily clearing and lashes fluttering with nerves as you make a point to keep your face forward. "How would you know what that looks like?"

"Because, I want to fuck you." Thighs clench at the flippant way he says it—so casually. Like it's common knowledge. As if he hasn't just rendered you speechless and filled you full of want off one sentence alone. The smell of him engulfs you when he closes the distance, his chest to your back. Shadows teasing at the sides of your thighs like phantom palms that waste no time memorizing the new terrain. "You're holding that wrong."

"Am I?" More intelligent words are robbed right off of your tongue when he presses against you, the weight of his growing erection digging into your spine, teasing around the dimples that rest right above your ass. You can't help but lean into him, allowing him to adjust your fingers around the daggers hilt.

Never once had you thought such a simple touch could ignite this kind of spark within you. A fire that damn near burns you alive; it begins in the pit of your stomach, gnawing at organs and muscle, tearing through soft tendons and sinew in its desperation for release. "Like this, baby." His lips graze the curve of your ear, forcing goosebumps to assault your skin.

Azriel doesn't adjust a thing about your form. Instead, he openly gropes at the fat of your hips. Slides his palm possessively over the soft swell of your abdomen. Trails a hand up the crease of your breasts until a five finger grip is curling its way around your throat. "What are you doing?" You whisper, craning your neck to provide more access. Allowing the steady pressure squeezing at your jugular.

He's putting on one hell of a show.

Staring that blonde bastard right in the eye as he drags his nose along your temple, pressing his lips against your skin just because he can. "Pest control." A thick thigh nudges its way between your legs, the bulk of Azriel's body blocking you from all peering eyes but one.

Tyson vibrates with rage as Az guides your hips, dragging your clothed cunt along solid muscle until lids flutter and lips part. It's an agonizing kind of pleasure—one that's everything and nothing at the same time. Stimulating but not fully satisfying when you really crave the turgid length of his cock that strains against his leathers.

It takes a second too long to realize that he's not really doing this with your pleasure in mind.

He barely pays you any real attention as discreet shadows creep under your top to twist at taut nipples, squeezing and pulling until the heartbeat in your chest travels all the way down to your pussy.

No, he merely uses you as a pawn. Plucking and toying, licking and biting at the junction of your neck until all that can be scented on you is arousal and Illyrian. "Az, I'm gonna—"

"Not yet, sweet thing. Want him to look at you when you cum for me."

[edenspoem]

ELLIE LOVES EATING PUSSY HELL YEAAAAAAQAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

and she looks good doing it too.. ellie's pretty, freckled cheeks hollowed and angel-speckled by a wetness the light hits just perfectly, peaking out from over your folds each heady lick she takes and ends at the crest of your folds. a throat of vibrating confirmation; long “mhm”s when the slightest twitch runs through you. toughened, ever-increasing clutch of her fingers wrapped around your thighs, keeping them at a very particular spot that smothers her head. swollen eyes, puffy black iries that have swallowed all the green in her eyes—cause she is that fucking hazed by it. she tries to look you in the eyes here and then, but hers always predilect a sheepish dance: she might cum herself if she sees your face. not so tough now, is she?

[honeykaes]

natural artwork

hickies hc’s feat. wriothesley, lyney, thoma

warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact, afab!reader with no set pronouns, marking, praise, rough sex (wriothesley), doggystyle (wriothesley), creampies (wrio + thoma), fingering (lyney), unedited

As the Duke of the Fortress du Meropide, Wriothesley knows he is respected across the halls. He knows many would not dare to challenge his authority and challenge his charisma, respect and strength he has crafted for years in this place.

Although he knows many wouldn’t dare challenge him, he couldn’t help clench his jaw a little too tightly when his icy eyes caught the multiple gazes focused on your form. He wasn’t a jealous man by many means, but the way their eyes lingered wishing their hands were his own—gently clasping your hand was building up frustration.

Something he can take out with ease with you.

His thick fingers pressed against your tongue, causing you to gag and tighten as his cock tongued to plunge deep inside of you. His other hand slapped firmly on your clit, jolts of pain and pleasure rippling through your body. He dragged his caines across your neck and nibbled the sensitive skin while his other hand palmed and squeezed against the plush of your ass.

“Why are you always so good for me hmm…squeezing me so tightly like this. It’s a shame I can’t have you moaning my name out in case some wandering ears try to figure out what we’re doing here,” he mused, gyrating his hips before sinking in deeper. His tip nudged against your cervix, thick veins massaging along your walls with every thrust.

“But I have to have some insurance that they know not to mess with what’s the Duke’s, even if it’s just in their imagination,” he grunted. His lips made contact with your neck, gently sucking on the skin. Vibrations from your moans reverberated on his fingers still gagging you, as he continued to nip and suck at that skin.

When he looked up, a large bright red mark had made its way on that spot—a reminder for those wandering eyes of those in the Meropide. A smirk fell on his lips as he slapped your ass in response, pace gaining in speed as he admired the new art on your body.

With a few more grunts, he felt your walls cave in and your body squirm as you managed to reach your high. 

“That’s it…that’s it, love,” he hummed. He grunted, sloppily thrusting a few more times before finally losing himself inside of you. Ropes of this thick cum filled you up, as his lips continued to drag against the hickey on your neck.

The famed magician of Fontaine, can’t seem to take his hands off of you. Through all the masks he’s worn in life, he’s thankful to finally find someone who loves him without them.

It was late night and the two of you were unwinding after one of his shows. He stood the vanity mirror, taking his white blouse off before a smile curved on his face admiring the faint marks on his chest—reminders of your love that he adored wearing.

His amethyst eyes flickered to your reflection seeing you bare chested and unaware of his gaze. The marks he had littered on your chest were becoming faint as well, barely detectable to someone who wasn’t specifically looking for them. His smile turned into a slight pout before getting up from the vanity.

“Mon cœur, come here please…” Lyney hummed, beginning to wipe the makeup from his face. As you curiously looked at him, you quickly walked over to where he was sitting by the vanity. He lifted his gaze toward you, iries swirling in mischief 

“Hm? What’s wrong?” you asked. Lyney rose from his seat, offering you a slow and sensual kiss on your lips. He softly moaned in the kiss as you returned it, before his hand crept up along your thigh, resting at the waistband of your pants. 

His fingers dipped down, fingers quickly cupping your soft folds before his thumb slowly circled your sensitive clit. He could feel your cunt beginning to drip with your essence.

His lips finally separated from your own, trailing soft kisses from your neck and collarbone until making his way to your chest. He pressed his lips between the valley of your chest, beginning to suck and nibble at the skin as his other thumb rolled itself against your sensitive and pebbling nipple.

A soft moan escaped your lips as Lyney’s fingers pressed firmer on your clit, circling it faster.

“Such a lovely symphony from your lips…might if I hear more of it,” he chuckled before making his way towards the top of your mound, sucking and nippling them. He could feel you tighten against his fingers, body shifting and shivering in the pleasure he was offering you.

“L-Lyney…!” you whimpered out, as you reached your high, grinding your hips to get any more friction from his fingers. Lyney lifted his head up, admiring the new marks decorated on your chest.

“C’est parfait…” Lyney hummed. “Now…I think it maybe time for you to reapply your marks, hm?~” 

You could always tell when Thoma was more frustrated than other times. He always usually wore a smile regardless of how frustrated he was —a trick he had picked up from working for the Kamisato estate for so long. It was easy to notice if you were close with him.

Sometimes his eyes would twitch, other times his nose would flare. And whenever he was being intimate, it seemed that a hickey would manage to find itself on you.

Thoma grinded into your core, grunting as his lips nibbled and sucked on your collarbone. Your legs wrapped themselves against your waist, feeling his cock continue to slip across your slit. His cum already drippled from you as he pumped his hardening cock once more, soon trying to push himself back inside.

“Thoma…did something happen at work again…?” you asked, playing with his soft hair. He froze momentarily before sighing and a soft laugh coming from his lips.

“...A-Ah…it’s that obvious?” he asked. You shook your head as he leaned up, looking at the multiple bright red hickies on your collarbone. Your gaze softened before he pressed his sweaty forehead against your own.

“Well…I’m your spouse so I can tell you these things, Thoma,” you murmured. Thoma sighed before sinking his cock back inside of you. His pace was much slower than it was the previous round as his thumb slowly rubbed your overstimulated clit.

The constant slap of skin echoed out into the bedroom barely illuminated with a candle.  Thoma’s lips parted, emerald eyes darkened in lust as he muttered your name.

“I just wish my time was more respected, that’s all. I just want time for….us,” he grunted, his calloused fingers pinching  your clit. You shift you head to the side as Thoma’s lips made their way to your neck. 

“I just want to be with you more….do this more. I always feel so guilty making you wait for me,” he admitted, as his pace began to quicken. He could feel your walls quivering soon reaching your second climax of the night.Thoma grunted, pushing his head against your neck as he soon joined you.

As you two tried catching your breath, you play with Thoma’s hair once more.

“Then…maybe we can negotiate with the heads to get you a week of vacation, maybe two weeks. We can visit Mondstadt or something…” you offered. Thoma lifted his head, eyes softening before pecking your lips.

“That sounds great.”

[emmy-noethers-rings]

Oh to be listening to a podcast and not get jump scared by the voice of Major General J Golding Fredrick