#movin onto better things

[hurlingdown]

Grr i love your zoro fic, do you write for ftm character? If you do please ftm sanji x domtop male reader 🫠🫠🫠 WANNA EAT HIM OUT SB

I WANT MORE! — TOP MALE READER X VINSMOKE SANJI

synopsis. sex with sanji always feels good. it's exciting. and fun. there's an issue though: it's just good, but never too good. well, here's the thing — sometimes, overwhelming pleasure bordering on overstimulation might be a good way to spice things up . . . wc. 1.7k

tags. ftm! brat! sanji, dom! reader. cunnilingus, squirting, multiple orgasms, cum eating, overstimulation, choking with thighs, reader's a little little mean, fluff!

Sanji gasped into the back of his hand, panting desperately. 

Two warm palms had reached between his thighs and gently pried them open, a wet sensation digging into his clothed cunt. 

“F-fucking hell, sweetheart,” Sanji muttered as your tongue drew up to swipe against his soaked clit. He let out a sharp exhale as you mouthed him through his boxers, wetly sucking at the fat nub. “What—what is this? Where’d you learn this from?” 

You didn’t respond, too occupied with what was in front of you. The stain only grew in size as you buried your face into the sweet, musky scent, and you hummed with satisfaction, making him jolt with a whine as the vibration sent a shockwave of pleasure straight into him. 

“Answer—hn, me!” Strong thighs clamped down around your head as he mindlessly rutted back against your mouth, making you see stars. “Who taught you?” 

“No one,” you said, or at least tried to say, as your mouth was muzzled by Sanji pushing his wet cunt at you, smearing your face with saliva and slick. You had read about it in one of Robin’s books, and had wanted to try it. 

“What? Who?” he asked dumbly, throwing his head back onto the pillow as he rocked his hips against your mouth, trying to coax your tongue out. “It better not have been those—hngh, women at the island!” 

You almost wanted to laugh at how ironic it was, that the infamous Vinsmoke Sanji—known for being a womaniser—was now jealous of the women he usually fawned over. 

“Hn, hah, this ain’t half bad—” 

You growled, annoyed at him for using your mouth like one of his toys. You held his thighs still over your shoulder to stop him from moving, lips curling with amusement at the way his hips bucked, not understanding your displeasure. “What?” Sanji panted, raising his head to glance at you irritatedly. “Get on movin’!” 

You frowned. Who did he think he was? 

With measured strength, you pulled back just enough to show him a sickly sweet smile. “Shall I help you take it off, Sanji?” Fingers grasped the hem of his boxers as you pressed two thumbs into his lower crotch, enjoying the way he squirmed at your touch. 

“Y-yeah,” he muttered. “Take it off already.” 

What a brat. Perhaps you spoiled him a little too often. 

You peeled the clothing off, revealing a lovely, fleshy pink cunt, its lips parted and drooling all over the sheets already. It was always a sight to have him under you, his hole pulsing around you as you drilled your thick cock into him, but this—this was something else entirely.

“Hold your legs open for me.” 

“What?” 

“Do it, or you won’t be coming tonight.” 

Sanji frowned, opening his mouth as though to argue back but then deciding against it, that getting to come was far more important than any sense of self-worth tonight. He reluctantly brought his legs up and slowly spread them for you, flushing and trembling as the action exposed the entirety of his pussy to you. 

Sanji thrust up against you impatiently and you immediately grabbed his hips, tight enough to bruise. You glared up at him with a warning, to which he completely ignored. “Hurry up, sweetheart,” he griped, rubbing his wet folds on your lips. “Wanna come.” 

Oh. So that was all that he thought of you: something for him to hump on. You were going to teach him a lesson. 

“Yeah?” You grinned. “You wanna come?” 

“So bad,” Sanji whined, hips bucking as you held him still. “Just fucking go already!” 

You pretended to frown and pull away, only to have him whimper, eyes widening and shaking his head frantically. “You want me to go? I’ll go.” 

“No! Not what I meant—goddammit, sweetheart, you know what I want, so give it to me already.” 

You barked out a laugh. “I’m not a mind reader, am I? How am I supposed to know what you’re thinking?” 

Sanji glowered at you, almost shivering with frustration. He knew what you wanted. You wanted to see him beg, to come undone before you even touched him properly, and he was so close to doing whatever you wanted him to if it meant he would finally be able to come. He squeezed his eyes shut, sparing them of any humiliation. 

“Please,” he whined your name softly. “Fuck me with your tongue.” 

You smiled, pleased. “Fine with me.” 

Without wasting a moment, you shoved his hips up at the same time as your tongue plunged down, sliding between the slick folds of his pussy to penetrate him. Sanji jackknifed off the bed with a hoarse scream, one hand letting go of his thigh to blindly grab for your hair, tugging at the strands painfully. 

“Oh fuck—please!” he cried out, legs spasming as he shoved your mouth deeper into his cunt. You lapped at his insides with abandon, drinking and swallowing greedily the slick that drenched his hole, enjoying the way the salty tang of it rolled deep down your throat and left a fragrant aftertaste. 

Drool dripped down your chin as you ate him out messily, loosening the most tender parts of his insides the way you had never been able to: by pounding your fat cock inside his pussy, or having him take your thick fingers as you stretched him out—those were good, too, but no, this was so much more sensual, and tasted so much better, and you were almost angry at yourself for not trying this sooner. 

Sanji was a sobbing, whining mess when you raised your head to look at him again, eyes glistening with unshed tears as he cried out your name, begging you to take him and then take more of him. “So fuckin’—good!” he moaned loudly. “I want more!” 

It’s filthy, humiliating, and so fucking arousing, and before he knew it, he was rutting back against your face, lost in so much pleasure, all at once way too much and not nearly enough to satisfy just yet—

“I’m gonna come, I’m gonna fucking come!” Sanji screamed, back bowing off the bed as he came all over your face, thighs involuntarily clamping down hard around your neck, choking you so hard you blacked out for a second. 

The next thing he saw when he came to his senses was your face, shiny with his come and slick, edging toward his pulsing cunt again. 

You grinned at him, almost wickedly. 

“No, no, no.” Sanji shook his head wildly. “No more. I just came, please, sweetheart, please—” 

“You said you wanted more.” 

“Just give me a second—I’ll be ready for you in a second. Please, baby.” 

You ignored him. “I’m going to give you what you want, since you’ve been so good for me. Right, Sanji?” 

Without waiting for his answer, you grabbed him by the ass and hoisted him up into the air, sucking eagerly at his oversensitive clit as his breath seized up, lips parting and yet unable to make noise anymore, just trembling and convulsing as the muscles in his thighs continued to spasm with too much pleasure it nearly bordered on pain. 

Tears rolled down his cheeks as Sanji gasped and shuddered, clutching your hair so hard you thought you felt them getting torn up by the roots. And then you committed the next atrocity. Instead of diving in and slurping his pussy like you did before, you stuck your tongue out, using the hands gripping his ass to slowly push his cunt up your tongue, and then down, and then up again, repeatedly—fucking your tongue with his hole. 

Sanji gave a helpless whimper that sounded suspiciously like your name as he writhed on your tongue, pupils so dilated you could barely see their rim. “Please,” you thought you heard him sob faintly, as though he wasn’t sure what he was begging for anymore. 

“Please what?” 

This was his last chance to stop you—you weren’t that cruel, after all. 

“Please,” he cried weakly, “make me come again!” 

You grinned, a sense of pride overwhelming you as you dove back in to finish the job—he was so well-trained, so good for you. And who were you to deny him? He was begging so nicely, after all. 

Sanji let out a stream of broken moans as you continued your assault on his pussy, his thighs clenching around your head so tightly that stars pooled at the edges of your vision. Your tongue reached deep inside him and caressed a spot so good and fucking right that the coil of pleasure in his stomach started to get looser, and wetter, like a dam being driven to burst—a feeling he scarcely ever felt, but whenever he did, whenever he did—

You latched your mouth over his entrance, sealing it properly as he squirted down your throat. 

His lower half went limp in your arms as he continued to tremble and whimper, and you feared for a second that you might have broken him. But when he opened his half-lidded eyes to look at you with a tenderness that you rarely ever saw, you knew that wasn’t the case. 

“Never knew—” Sanji panted for breath, “that you could be so mean.” 

“Did you like it?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Want to do it again?” 

He snapped out of his daze, eyes widening with horror. 

You couldn’t help it—you laughed. “Not now. I meant after.” 

“Oh,” Sanji said, softly. “That would be wonderful, sweetheart.” A second shock seized him as he looked at you, almost guiltily. “What about you? You haven’t come yet.” 

“No. Making you feel good was enough.” You smiled reassuringly, despite the fact that you were so hard it fucking hurt, aching with the need to feel his cunt tightening around it, but you knew he wouldn’t be able to take it. You’d take care of it later, in the shower, maybe, jerking off to thoughts of earlier. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yes. Go sleep, I know you’re tired. I’ll clean you up. And, I love you.” 

“I love you too, sweetheart,” he mumbled tiredly. “So much.” 

masterlist! # i apologise for accidentally blue-balling the reader again it was not my intention; also i love you anon i didn't know i needed this until i started imagining it

[libingan]

sugar daddy graves on my mind rfn 🫦🫦🫦

graves who first meets you working at a local fast food restaurant. he takes one look at you and immediately thinks that you’re too good looking to be working in a place like this.

this man has absolutely ZERO shame. social anxiety fears him. he’ll walk up to you and immediately start hitting you up, saying things like:

"yer too gorgeous to be workin' here, sweetheart. a lovely thing like you shouldn't be workin' at all."

"how 'bout i take ya back home with me? promise i'll take real good care o' ya."

you turn him down at first, but graves is persistent. he shows up every day, ordering a small, cheap drink, paying with a hundred-dollar bill, and winking at you, telling you to keep the change.

unfortunately, graves keeps coming back, gradually charming his way into your heart until you finally give him that sweet yes.

graves goes all out on the first date, pulling out all the stops to impress. he buys you the fanciest outfit, takes you to the most upscale restaurant, and murmurs sweet words into your ear.

he's a real gentleman, too! he kisses the back of your hand, holds the door open for you, pulls out your chair—he does it all!

graves makes you feel like royalty. that’s why you eagerly find yourself on another date with him the very next week, and then a third, a fourth, a fifth... each one more enchanting than the last.

a month later, you find yourself living in graves' luxurious penthouse, surrounded by designer brands and breathtaking views. hell, the man even gives you a weekly allowance straight to your bank account. and if that money isn’t enough, he encourages you to come to him for more :))))

of course, this kind of lavish lifestyle doesn’t come for free!! and graves doesn’t tolerate ungratefulness.

so what better way to show him your gratitude other than by riding his cock after a huge purchase?

graves grins at you, reclining casually against the couch with his legs spread comfortably. he watches you as you lower yourself onto his cock, letting out a deep sigh as your tight, warm hole envelops him.

“c’mon, doll, don’t tell me this is the best you can go,” he teases, delivering a light smack to your butt cheek once you finally manage to take him all in. “still need to thank me for that bag, darlin’,” graves murmurs, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on your jaw. his smirk widens as he feels you tense up, your teeth gritting in response.

you let out a soft whine, burying your face in the crook of graves’ neck and inhaling the rich, intoxicating scent of his cologne—an exquisite blend of sandalwood, leather, and a hint of rare spices. you gently roll your hips against his, relishing in the sweet groan that escapes him.

“gonna take back yer allowance if ya don’t start doin’ it right, darlin’,” graves’ says with a playful grin, his tone lighthearted and teasing.

a soft grunt escapes you as you place your hands on graves’s shoulders for stability, straddling his hips with your knees and beginning to lift yourself up, feeling his cock slide against your walls.

“holy fuck,” you curse, slowly sinking back down on his cock.

“if i have ta bend ya over this couch and fuck you myself, yer returnin’ that bag, sweet thing.”

the threat is enough to get you building up a steady rhythm of bouncing up and down on graves’ cock, pushing yourself off of his chest to admire his face.

“so… so big…” you gasp out, feeling his cock nudge against that certain spot inside of you. “fuck-!”

you try to readjust your angle, desperate to hit that same spot once more, but to no avail. you let out a frustrated mewl, increasing your pace, graves’ cock sliding so deep inside of you, you can almost feel it in your belly.

“fuck, please, phil, i can’t—“

“yes you can, doll. quit complainin’ and keep movin’.” he quickly cuts you off, hands grabbing the soft mounds of your ass, kneading the flesh. “c’mon, don’t you wanna make daddy cum?”

you nod in reply, doubling your efforts. you alternate between rolling your hips and bouncing on his cock, ignoring the way your thighs burn, aching for some rest. graves clicks his tongue, his hands on your ass, guiding you up and down on his cock, helping you maintain your rhythm.

“always needin’ me to take care of ya, huh? swear, i spoil ya too darn much…” graves mutters, breath coming in in short pants as he watches your face contort with pleasure, entranced by the way your walls clamp down on his cock at his words. “yeah? s’true, ain’t it? c’mon, tell me how much ya need me, sweet thing…” he coos.

“ah- ah! need you s’bad!” you manage to say in between moans, nails digging into the skin of graves’ shoulders. “please- please, phil, please! only you can- can make me feel good!”

“that’s right, darlin’, only me.” graves grins proudly at your words, hips thrusting up in time with each bounce on his cock.

it’s then that graves finally hits your special spot, that one spot inside of you that has your eyes crossing and seeing stars. “oh, fuck-! right there!”

“i gotcha, baby,” graves sweetly murmurs, bucking his hips faster, hands moving from your ass to your waist. “right here, hm?”

a wanton moan escapes your lips, mouth hanging open as a series of pleasured noises leave you, words fleeing your brain as you feel yourself approaching your peak.

“christ,” graves growls lowly, hissing as your hole tightens around him even more, a telltale sign of your orgasm. “g-gonna cum, yeah? all over my fuckin’ cock, too.”

you only nod in response, too far gone to think coherently, too focused on the way graves’ cock repeatedly punches against your sensitive spot. he chuckles, bringing you to his chest as he nestles his dick deep into you.

that’s all it takes for you to finally be pushed over the edge, a loud moan of graves’ name coming from you as you orgasm, mind going blank as his cock pulses in you, desperately chasing after his own release.

you groan at the feeling of graves’ sticky cum spurting inside of you, filling you up to the brim with his seed.

you both stay like that for what seems to be an eternity, panting heavily as you bask in the afterglow. once you’ve both returned to your senses, graves’ hands gently run up and down your back.

“sweetheart,” he purrs, littering your face with kisses. “did so well for me, darlin’. remind me to double your allowance next week, alright? a sweet thing like you deserves it.”

you lean into his gentle touch, eyes closed as you enjoy the sensation of having graves’ lips against your skin, his stubble brushing against you. “can we also take that trip to iceland?”

graves chortles at that, tenderly pecking your lips before answering, “anything for you, doll.”

he loves spoiling you rotten.

[6ives]

﹑%# ☆﹒milk the milkman﹗🎀 francis. m x masc! reader

TW nsfw, cockwarming, doppelganger francis, sub! milkman x top! masc reader

YOUR EYES STARED at the figure before you, his eyes tired with eye bags surrounding them, shaky breaths leaving from his humpy nose. he dusted his uniform, as he apologized for not giving you his ID card.

he placed it in front of you, the only thing stopping his hand from touching yours being the glass. you took the card almost immediately— checking the info. how foolish, his ID was already expired.

you bit your lips, a small smile dancing across your face. “you’ve gotta do better than this to trick me,” you smiled at his face, keeping the ID down. he was probably the last person you were gonna have to deal with— and then your shift ends, so why not at least have a little fun?

his face changes. without even trying to convince you, his eyes turn purple, a grunt escaping from his grinding sharp canines, “you think you’re funny?” he asks aggressively, “i’ve always been funny,” a chuckle leaves your lips. what could possibly happen from you teasing a doppelganger?

well, it turns out a lot can happen..

things somehow ended up with his legs wrapped around your seated figure, his face buried in your neck with your cock deep warming his walls, you plant kisses on his bare shoulder, whimpers leaving his mouth every time you slightly moved around. this probably isn’t the best idea— but this was the only thing you could do to not get killed by him.

his hands gripped your hair, pulling it in pain and pleasure. “quit movin’!” he growls, clawing his fingers in, earning a low hiss from you. yet you didn’t stop. you continued to move around the chair, your cock going deeper as his moans got louder.

“i’ll..” he starts, holding back a lewd groan, “i’ll kill you.” he huffs, voice dripping with desperation, “you’re threats aren’t gonna work on me,” your eyes scan his body that clung onto you, your fingers slowly making its way down his spine, sending shivers down them.

the doppelganger felt humiliated, but for some reason, he felt a surge of pleasure run through his veins. he had always been so high and almighty yet hearing these words, he felt blush creeping up his tanned cheeks.

he felt your cold hands snake around his waist, holding its sides as you slowly lifted his body up, “w-what are you doin’, fool?” he grunts, hands still clutched around your neck, his eyes shot open, rolling back after some time as you quickly placed him back on your cock, he lets out a groan, tightening his grip around you.

“u..you— gah!” he moans, head falling back, “its hurts!” he sniffles, tears bubbling around his eyes as his legs trembled in pain and pleasure. he broke so early, you definitely wasn’t expecting this today.

that thick ahh glass ain’t stoppin me from this hunk of a man‼️‼️💯💯🗣️🗣️🤣🤣🙏

[thollandsgirl2013]

𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → boobs?

Summary → Peter's obsessed with your boobs.

You’re stretched out on the couch, trying to relax after a long day. You’ve got a blanket draped over your legs, a random TV show playing in the background, and Peter lying right next to you—well, sort of on top of you. His head is resting on your chest, arms wrapped loosely around your waist as he lets out a content sigh.

"Y’know," you say, running your fingers through his curly hair, "you’ve got a perfectly good pillow right over there."

Peter snuggles closer, nuzzling his face against your chest. "Nah," he murmurs, his voice muffled. "This is way better."

You laugh softly, used to his antics by now. "You say that every time."

He shifts slightly, his head moving so he’s looking up at you with those big brown eyes. "Can you blame me? They’re perfect." His hands slide up from your waist, and before you can even protest, he’s already giving your boobs a squeeze.

"Peter!" You squeak, half laughing, half exasperated.

He grins up at you, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. "What? You know it helps me destress. It's like... stress balls, but better." He squeezes again for emphasis, and you swat at his hands.

"You're ridiculous," you mutter, though you’re smiling.

"You love me," he says, smug, resting his head back down on your chest like it’s the most natural thing in the world. He lets out another sigh, his entire body relaxing against you.

"I do," you admit, your fingers tangling in his hair again. "But you’re still ridiculous."

Peter hums in agreement, his eyes fluttering shut. "Ridiculously in love with you," he adds, voice soft and drowsy.

You chuckle, feeling your heart warm at his words. "You’re such a dork."

"Mm-hmm." He doesn’t argue. He’s clearly content, his breathing starting to slow, and you realize with a smile that he’s on the verge of falling asleep. Again.

You shift slightly under him, trying to get more comfortable, but it’s hard when Peter’s basically draped across your chest like a sleepy kitten. "Pete, you’re heavy."

"Not movin'," he mumbles, holding onto you tighter. His voice is slurred with sleep now. "Too comfy…"

You roll your eyes, even though you know he can’t see it. "You’re going to make me sore," you say, though there’s no real annoyance in your tone.

"I’ll give you a massage later," he promises, already half asleep.

"You said that last time," you remind him.

"And I meant it," he argues, though the words are barely audible. He’s drifting off now, his head still comfortably nestled on your chest.

You sigh, giving up. You know he’s not moving anytime soon. Instead, you let your hand rest gently on the back of his head, continuing to stroke his curls. He makes a soft noise of contentment, and your heart swells with affection.

For a few minutes, you just lie there in silence, the only sound in the room coming from the TV and Peter’s soft, steady breathing. You can feel the rise and fall of his chest against yours, the warmth of his body pressing into you.

Just when you think he’s fully asleep, Peter stirs again. "Babe?" His voice is quiet, almost unsure.

"Hm?"

"You… don’t mind, do you?" He opens his eyes just a little, looking up at you. "Me doing this? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable."

You look down at him, surprised by the sudden vulnerability in his voice. "Of course I don’t mind, Peter," you say softly. "If I did, I’d tell you."

"Okay," he mumbles, closing his eyes again. "Just wanted to make sure."

You smile at him, your heart melting all over again. Peter could be such a goof sometimes—like now, lying on top of you like he owned the place—but he always made sure you were comfortable. That’s just the kind of guy he was. Sweet, considerate, and so hopelessly in love with you.

After a few more minutes, you feel him shift again, his hand lazily resting on your boob. He’s not squeezing this time, just resting his hand there like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

"You really love my boobs, don’t you?" You tease, raising an eyebrow.

He lets out a sleepy chuckle. "Can you blame me?" He mumbles. "They're perfect. Soft. Warm. Everything I need after a long day."

You laugh, shaking your head. "You’re obsessed."

"Obsessed with you," he corrects, cracking one eye open to give you a sleepy, lopsided grin.

"Nice save," you say, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead.

Peter hums in contentment, snuggling even closer, if that’s even possible. His hand absentmindedly moves in gentle circles, and you feel yourself relax further into the couch. Despite how ridiculous the situation is, there’s something incredibly comforting about having Peter this close, feeling his warmth against you.

"I could stay like this forever," he murmurs after a while.

"Forever?"

"Yeah," he says, voice soft. "Just me, you, and your boobs. Perfect life."

You can’t help but laugh at that. "You’re such a boob guy."

"Ah hu," he says, lifting his head just enough to plant a kiss on your collarbone. "And you love me."

"I do," you admit again, smiling down at him.

"And I love you," he says, his voice filled with sincerity.

He presses another soft kiss to your skin before resting his head back down on your chest, completely at peace. You watch him for a moment, your heart swelling with affection for the boy currently using you as his personal pillow. You could tease him all you wanted, but the truth was, you didn’t mind. You loved these moments with him—sweet, silly, and full of love.

"Goodnight, Pete," you whisper, though you know he’s not fully asleep yet.

"Night," he mumbles in return, already half lost to his dreams.

And with that, he’s out, his breathing slow and steady against you. You smile, brushing a hand through his curls one last time before closing your eyes, letting the warmth of the moment lull you into a peaceful sleep beside him.

In the end of the day, Peter’s adorable obsession is nothing more than an extension of his love for you—a love that’s tender, goofy, and full of affection. Even in his most ridiculous moments, it’s clear that Peter cherishes you completely.

‎∗ ࣪ ˖༺ 𓆩☆𓆪 ༻˖ ࣪ ∗

[blondieeu]

sleepover! connie s.

"wanna do a face mask?"

"..is it the corny pink ones.."

"maybe."

"im not doing that shit."

. . .

"stop movin fo' you mess the damn face mask up connie!"

connie's hands wrapped around your waist as you straddled him and tried your best to fix the bright pink hello kitty face mask on his face.

today was supposed to be a day of relaxation, a nice saturday to wind down with your boyfriend in his apartment. matching pajamas, horror movies, baking, face masks, the whole thing!

you were even gonna try to use the new makeup you bought a couple days ago to do his makeup if he was feeling nice, which he usually was!

but it was damn near impossible to even get through the face mask part because of how impatient connie was! pulling it up for a kiss, somehow getting the nose part over his eye, and asking to take it off too damn early! its literally only been five minutes!

"can we do something else? baby this shit is boring as hell im not even gon' hold you."

"ohmygosh give it a couple minutes it's supposed to be relaxing"

"we can do sum' else thats relaxing and way better than this though."

"ugh."

you sighed in a playful tone, making sure to roll your eyes at your boyfriend before climbing off his lap and sitting beside him, kinda surprised his first move wasn't to immediately peel the face mask off of his face.

"what then?"

connie grinned, excited about you agreeing to doing something else while his hands found their way around your waist to lay you back onto the bed.

"we could skip the face masks n'.. do sum' a lil more hands on.."

"you ass! didn't even give the damn face mask a chance!"

blondieeu xx

[koolades-world]

Hey could I ask for a request with Levi, satan, diavolo, and Solomon with a reader who loves like dance at parties so much they don’t rlly care about wtf else the party is for or if anyone’s watching them? Any other characters that you think this request would go well with you could add if you want!

I recently went to a gsa prom that was cowboy themed and I absolutely FUCKED UP that dance floor, i was movin so damn much my stomach was cramping and my lungs felt cold and I’m also sore from all the movin and groovin and i find the idea of any of the characters tbh just watching me from afar go crazy (some maybe joining in)

Hope this finds you well and I hope your exams went well!

hi!! sure thing :)

that sounds super fun! hope you had a great time, minus the soreness haha

enjoy <3

Mc who loves to dance at parties

Levi

i don't know how much you'd have to pay him to join in

in other words, there's no way he's dancing

don't take it personally though haha

he's much happier watching you from the sidelines

if you need a personal cheerleader, he might be able to help you from that front

he'll grab you any sort of food or drinks that you want if you need them

at the end of the night, he's more than happy to cuddle with you at home

Satan

he's another one observing from the side

however, if you plead enough, you might be able to get him to join

he won't go nearly as hard as you, but he'll have fun with it of course

he knows that sometimes, you just need to let lose

and what better place to do it than on a dance floor with his favorite human?

he'll make sure you get home alright and sleep in the next day

if you're sore or got any pains from your fun. he's got a potion or spell with your name on it that'll take those away for you

Diavolo

bestie he’s joining in!!

you don’t need to ask him twice

he’s out there with you the minute he realizes you’re dancing and nobody is stopping him

anything you do, he's going to too

the two of you can show off your moves to the world while lucifer and barbatos watch stunned from your coolness from the sidelines

he'll make sure the both of you have the day off tomorrow so you can go as long as you want

he's very glad to have spent the night with you and he had tons of fun!

Solomon

it might take a little convincing but

you probably could pull him out onto the dance floor

if you're having fun, chances are he will too

after all, seeing you smile is all it takes to uplift his spirits

but, he's only human after all, and so are you, so he'll make sure you take breaks as needed and drink plenty of water to make sure you don't get dehydrated

he also makes sure you get your well needed rest

he tries to treat you to breakfast in bed the next morning, but be careful with that. his care could be the death of you haha

[invidiia]

❐ - yandere!dazai and yandere!chuuya comforting the reader on their period

notes ; headcanons for anyone else who on their period rn </3 the worst thing ever tbh.. this is kinda self indulgent

prompt ; dazai and chuuya's (separate) darling gets their period and they comfort them

warnings ; yandere themes, blood, kidnapped!reader, drugging, ada!dazai, soft!yan chuuya and dazai, mentions of sex but no actual doing it, mention of stalking, afab reader, toxic relationships

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dazai ::

it's not like you can hide your period from dazai, especially if he kidnapped you.

dazai doesn't know a ton about periods - sure, he knows that they existed, but he didn't think the situation through when he first kidnapped you. he didn't buy pads or anything in advance when he first decided to take you for himself, so when he woke up to see blood on the sheets under you, dazai was a tiny bit surprised.

but not entirely - he should have known the time of your month would roll around soon enough. dazai wasn't mad or upset at all.

"ah.. belladonna, why didn't you tell me about this? no, i'm not mad at you! i think this means no sex for.. how long?! i don't think i'll surviivee~!"

just ignore his wailing and you'll probably be fine

dazai's not actually upset, he really does wanna help you. he'll wrap you in a blanket while he goes to leave for the store, poking your cheek and smiling a little too softly while he tells you to be good while he's gone

he doesn't have bad intentions or anything, he's just being overly nice to you because he just feels like it

he comes back from the store with whatever you neeed, he probably asked a female member of the agency or a worker or someone else who knew what to get for you, because there is absolutely no way in hell he actually knows what to buy

but he definitely came back with a few things that you liked!! no point in asking how he knew you liked the stuff, because he'll just say he stalked you, and that might just make you more uncomfortable. best not to question him!!

he sees your cramp pain as an excuse to hold and touch you more. he doesn't care that you're bleeding the entire time, dazai just likes that he can hold you!

of course, he realizes that cuddles don't stop the cramping - he just thinks it'll help a lot more. dazai get's super touchy and clingy because he knows that you're less likely to resist. even if you do, he doesn't mind unless you insult him, because then he'll just lock you in the bathroom with water and some of the snacks he bought you to give you some 'alone time.' after about an hour or two, he's sure you'll come back into his arms!! <3

oh, belladonna, i thought you didn't want to cuddle, and now you're holding onto me..? no matter, i'm glad you've finally came around.. is there anything you want?

chuuya ::

chuuya also knows about periods and what they are, but he knows a little bit more about them than dazai, because he's just him yk?? he's that dude (other than jay from the kubz scouts)

when he first woke up to you next to him with blood under you, he thought you were hurt or something, but then when he woke you up, you had to explain to him that you just got your period and that you were fine.

by your argument, chuuya made a big deal out of it, but by chuuya's, he was just helping you feel better.

"darling, stop movin', i'm just trying to make you feel better.. what? yeah.. yeah, i'll get whatever you want, okay?"

if you yell at him, he'll just give you space. of course he'll still get you what you want, he'll just be.. less doting.

he'll even go as far to ignore you. so while you're wailing in pain from your cramps, chuuya's sitting down comfortably on the couch, reading and paying no attention to your little sobs from the pain of your cramps. it's really just a toxic thing - he doesn't wanna see you in such pain, he really doesn't. but why should he be so kind to you if you don't want to be nice?

i can imagine an argument breaking out between you two, because he can't ignore you forever. if you decide to yell at him again, then he'll just yell back.

chuuya might even just drug you to shut you up, offering you tea or medicine to help you feel better. but five minutes later, you're out like a light while he picks up your body to wrap you up back in blankets.

you'll probably wake up with arms wrapped around your waist with his knee inbetween your thighs. chances are, you're still affected by the drug and too tired to move or push him off. he understands that cuddling doesn't fully stop the cramp pain, but he doesn't care, because all chuuya wants to do is help you.

"don't move.. it's okay. just go back to sleep. i love you, okay?"

[raewritesfiction]

You Promised [Daryl Dixon x Female!Reader]

A/N: where did it come from? Where did it go? Where did this come from? Cuz I don’t know! Also sorry about the formatting I’m on the app!

Plot: Daryl makes a promise to you.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x F!Reader

Warnings: SMUUUUUT. Fingering, finger licking, swearing, p-in-v, masturbation, degradation.

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“Baby we don’t have time!” Daryl sighs as you kiss up his neck.

“But… I’m horny..” you whine and pout. “I need you inside me so fucking bad!”

Your mistake had been not specifying it was his cock you wanted pounding into your pussy for a pre-supply-run quickie. You knew you’d made a mistake as soon as a smirk crossed his face and he pinned you down to the bed.

“Oh really?” His voice was low and he kissed you, a hand running down to unbutton your jeans and slip inside them. “You want me inside ya…?”

You nod and bite your lip, gasping quietly as his fingers so easily slipped inside you and curled just enough. “Well there ya go honey..”

“Daryl…!” You whined again and rocked your hips.

“Keep those hips movin’… you just said you wanted me inside ya.. nothin’ else.” He smirked again and you huffed angrily “fuck you Dixon!”

“No no… fuck yourself… I suggest if you wanna get off you’d better start movin’!”

You whine but rock and twist your hips to his fingers as Daryl watches you with obvious glee from his position above you, holding your wrists above your head. “That’s it… keep movin’… fuck my fingers and get ya self off…”

You pant and moan quietly, grinding your hips down onto his thick fingers inside you “please…. I… I need more..”

“Not right now you don’t… I know how much you love my fingers… work for it..” he leans down and kisses you before turning his head to watch your hips writhe frantically.

“Daryl… five minutes!” Rick called from outside.

“You heard the man… ya got five minutes…” Daryl licks his lips.

“Oh fffuck…” you pant and move your hips faster against his fingers and hand, your movements desperate for friction and your release. You tilt your hips and rock them, gasping Daryl’s name and keeping them moving “oh god… yes… yes…” you muffle your cries of pleasure in your arm as your walls tighten and pulse around Daryl’s fingers.

“Good girl…. Now if ya stay a good girl and keep ya self nice and wet while I’m gone I promise ta fuck that pretty cunt until your legs are shakin’ when I get back….”

You nod quickly “Yes! Yes yes! I will!”

“Good now open ya mouth…” he slips his hand out of your jeans and pushes his soaked fingers into your mouth “clean me up…”

You do as you’re told and swirl your tongue around his fingers, taking in the taste of yourself on his skin.

Daryl grabs his go bag and kisses you before heading out.

—

The day was long for you, usually doing things around the houses and base camp kept you busy enough for time to pass but all you could think about was Daryl’s promise. You kept thinking about him between your legs; his cock pounding into you and turning you into a blubbering mess. More than once you found yourself sneaking away to get yourself off to the thoughts you were having about him.

As the light faded and you went back to the house you were sharing with Daryl you heard the familiar rumble of his bike getting closer. How it didn’t draw the attention of walkers for miles around you didn’t know but he’d never had a problem.

You watch out the window and squeeze your thighs together when you see him ride through the gates followed by the truck piled high with supplies.

It had been a good day.

You waited as patiently as you could for Daryl to walk through the door and drop his bag to the floor. He headed up to the bedroom and found you waiting on the bed; his eyes lit up and he smiled.

“Good run?” You ask, posing seductively for him.

“Yeah very… got a lot.” He crawls and collapses down on to the bed.

“Nu uh… you made me a promise…”

He sighs “but I’m tiiiired…” he pouts and laughs at your face.

“Well that’s nice… I’m still horny as fuck because I’ve been thinking of you aaall day…”

“Oh ya have?” He raises an eyebrow

You nod in answer “All. Day.” You reiterate and wiggle your hips “I kept myself wet for you… got myself off a few times too… but I need your cock inside me and you made a promise..”

Daryl nods “I did… I did. And I always keep my promises.” He leans up and swiftly has you pinned down again, his lips hovering above yours “Always…” kissing you, slowly at first but progressively more hungry and desperate until you’re both gasping for air and pulling at clothes.

His hands move over you and massage your tits, his fingers playing with your nipples until they’re fully hard peaks and you’re moaning for more already. Daryl loves to tease and get you so worked up you don’t know which way is down, make you a whimpering begging mess because he loves to hear you beg for his cock.

You run your hands up his arms and into his scruffy hair, holding him to you as he sucks on your nipples in turn; his teeth scraping lightly and adding just enough pressure for the pain to be bliss.

“Daryl…” you gasped and moaned, making him look at you.

“Say it..” he kisses you hungrily and moans.

“I need your cock so fucking bad.”

There it was, he growled low in his chest and moved between your legs, his cock already hard just from teasing you. He swore one day he’d get off from doing just that.

Right now though, Daryl dipped his hips and pushed into you “god fuck ya still so wet!”

You moaned at his words and rocked your hips a little “deeper, please!”

Daryl obliges and rolls his hips, pushing into you fully until your pussy takes him whole. His hands grip your hips and he nips over your skin until you moan and beg him again “please… please Daryl!”

He grunts and starts snapping his hips into you rough and hard “this what ya want?” He groans and keeps a steady but quick pace, you grip the pillow under your head and moan loudly; people had become accustomed to hearing you both since you’d started living together.

“Yes!!” You call out and move your hips as best you could to his thrusts.

“Ya my good little slut?” He moans and pulls you onto his thrusts, watching your tits move with each snap of his hips.

“Yes! Yes… Daryl I’m your…good little slut!” You say between pants for air through his relentless pace.

“Ya gonna cum for me..?” He grunts roughly and moves his hands to squeeze your ass before quickly rubbing your clit.

You call out and cum almost immediately around his cock; tightening along his length and then pulsing around nothing as he pulls out of you and jerks himself.

You wanted him to cum inside you so badly but it was too dangerous; too many risks.

Daryl groans as your wrap your hand around his length and jerk him at the same pace he had been fucking you. He pants harshly and calls out, eyes squeezed tightly shut as he releases over your tits.

He moves himself to lay beside you and swallows thickly “holy fuck..”

You chuckle and grab a rag to clean yourself up before curling into his side with a relaxed sigh and falling asleep.

-fin-

[osleeplessflowero]

hi! If it's ok can you do a Reaper sans x reader with fluff and in it they are dating and Reaper can touch the reader and their soul trait would be kindness

hii! an opportunity to use reaper..this'll be fun! thank you for your request Anon! 🌸

💚Flirting With Death🖤

Reaper comes to a stop once he re-enters the mortal realm once more, relieved that no one is aware that he's awake at the moment.. Although he may be the God of Death..he doesn't really feel like killing anybody. No, he'd much rather do literally anything else.

His eyes dart around until he perks up at the sight of a familiar face taking a walk down a path and letting a butterfly rest on their finger. He'd know them anywhere.

A strange figure that appeared in his world out of no where..an unexplained event. They don't know much of their origin themself, but..they're content, living in this world. And he's grown so very fascinated with them.. Someone who managed to slip their way into his guarded heart.

Floating over you, a sly cheshire-like grin stretches onto his face as he grabs your shoulders, spooking you. You jolt as you turn around, furrowing your brows as he lets out an amused chuckle.

"Not funny!" You cross your arms as more butterflies seem to make their way to you, resting on your head. "Quit doing that."

"i saw an opportunity, and i took it. anyway..movin' on from that, how are you today?" He leans down upside down. "haven't seen you in a while..guess we both got too busy."

"Come down here before I answer." You gesture, earning an amused chuckle. "alright then." He floats back upright, before landing on the ground.

The butterflies spread out, flying in varying directions, avoiding the God of Death so they wouldn't meet an early demise. He stands before you, using his magic to put away his scythe, leaving himself open.

"Much better..I like being on equal terms." You smile, holding a small basket in front of you. "I've mostly just been hanging out here..taking walks and stuff. Oh yeah, I've been making a bunch of paper crafts- y'know, like origami? It's pretty fun. ..When I'm not getting lectured for leaving a bunch of paper rabbits out." You mutter that last part, earning a chuckle from him.

"oh my stars, that's so..you." He grins, watching you as you begin walking and following without hesitation. "Creativity is both my blessing and my curse." You smile sheepishly, guiding him along a grass-covered path. He occasionally floats so he doesn't kill any flowers beneath him, listening carefully as you talk about this and that.

"What about you?" You turn to him, snapping him out of a trance of sorts. "oh, well..y'know. your typical scenarios. death, death, more death. this job's killing me." "How is it, up there?" "well..just do my job, talk to who i'm 'sposed to, and do daily tasks. pretty simple." "..You must be pretty lonely up there.."

He turns to you.

"I mean-" "it was pretty lonely, without you there. ..things don't feel the same up there, compared to when i'm with you. tends to happen, heh."

You gently hold out your hand, offering for him to take it. He looks between you and your hand for a moment, gently taking it and intertwining his fingers with yours. Wow, is that a strange sensation.. he's gotta learn to get used to all of this touching. Especially since you're so openly affectionate..

"Well..at least we're here together now, right? We've got plenty of time." You smile warmly at him. His cheekbones flush a light shade of blue..there you go again, tugging on his heartstrings. "..i guess you're right."

You continue leading him along like he's a lost puppy, taking a deep breath as the sun hits your face from above. It's always good to savor it while it lasts..and considering it's going to set soon, that time's limited.

"Now that you're back I wanna spend as much time with you as possible..don't get too sick of me, okay?" "that's what i'm supposed to say to you." "Yeah, right. I could never be sick of you."

He averts his eyes, hiding the bottom of his face within his hood as his face flushes even more.

You smile, stopping and turning to him as another breeze blows through, gently swaying your clothing to the side.

"i haven't..felt like this before, with anybody." He raises a hand, placing it on his warm cheekbone. "it's all so..new.."

"Can I touch your face?" You ask politely, and he nods, appreciating that. You lift a hand, gently touching his cheekbone and letting him lean into it. "..It's new for both of us, really. ..We've got each other, every step of the way, right?"

"yeah.." He smiles, putting his hand over yours. "i don't mind being touched by you. it's something i could get used to." "..You always have such..uncertainty, when you hold my hand. Why's that?" "i guess.. a part of me's scared that my...effect will work on you one day." His eyesockets narrow as he grimaces. "the idea of losing you is.."

You gently hold your hand up so he can see before you put it on his other cheek, turning him so he'll face you properly.

"Sans." You mutter his name, his true name, leaving him breathless. "I doubt that'd ever happen..I'm too stubborn to go anywhere. No matter what, I will always be with you somehow..even when you're up there with the fun police."

He snickers, moving his hand over to touch your hair before it slides to your cheek. Now it's your turn to lean..savoring his gentle touches. He treats you as if you're the most fragile thing in the world..one wrong move, and you could shatter into pieces. But at the same time, you're very sturdy.. you can handle yourself just fine. He knows that.

"You can touch me as much as you'd like to. I don't mind at all."

His face burns. "forward, much?" "Yeah. But I mean it." You smile. "If you'd like me to, I'll give you as much physical affection as you want." "..yeah?" "Yeah." "how so?"

"Well..may I?" You lean a little closer. "of course."

You then proceed to pepper his skull with kisses, getting a few laughs out of him since he's ticklish. Oh, would you use that to your advantage later-

"Mmmwah! There. There'll be plenty more where that came from." You smile smugly, watching as he slowly reopens his eyes, turning to you and..matching your expression? Oh. Oh no.

He gently grabs your wrists, pulling you just a liiittle closer.

"you're not getting away that easily. it's my turn."

Oh heavens.

[yggdrasilhypno]

Come here to gamble your days away, huh?

Not to say that I can blame ya much, seems like about everyone comes in here hoping to score big on somethin’.

Lucky day for you though, I’ve been needing a new volunteer for our newest attraction.

You see, ol’ hoss upstairs has been wanting new games out on the floor. You know, to get the ol’ folks all riled up.

They want the new fancy shmancy stuff, meanwhile we’re a bit more old fashioned.

We like our classics.

And what’s more classic than a good game of cards?

Though, we run things a bit differently here, of course.

Instead of the simple blackjacks or pokers, we prefer the game we dub “Eyeball.”

Never heard of it? It’s easy, I’ll show ya.

All you gotta do is keep your eyes on the cards in front of you and bet on the one in my hand, that’s all it is to it.

Sounds like a magic trick, huh? Kinda is, I gotta admit.

But, whatever gets people through the doors, you know?

So then, let’s start easy. Heck, I’ll give ya a freebie round, just to learn.

Four cards here on the table.

Simple ones too.

We got an Ace of Spades, Ace of Clubs, Ace of Hearts, and Ace of Diamonds.

All you gotta do is watch this Ace of Clubs for me, gotcha?

Keep those eyes on the card, because now it’s going in my deck.

All four cards bein’ shifted around in my hands, keeping those pretty eyes on my Ace of Clubs.

Just keep those eyes on me here, darlin’.

Each card moving around blurrin’ just a bit more in your eyes.

It gets hard to keep track of after a while anyways.

Maybe it’s best if you sit still and really focus on your card.

After all, you gotta win, right?

You want that big payout.

And so, those eyes are just glued to the card, shiftin’ all round now.

And, boom. Here we are.

Four cards on the table. All flipped over.

Which one’s that Ace of Clubs, darlin?

Hard to remember? Come on, you can throw out a guess for me.

Tell you what, guess right and you get some chips, on me.

Just don’t tell my ol’ boss about this, you hear?

Alright, go right on ahead and choose.

Hey hey, you got it right.

Feels amazing when you get it right on the money, huh?

Like you’ve been rocked with endless euphoria under the warmest of suns?

Yeah, that’s the hit of a gambler, alright.

Tell you what, I’ll give you another round here.

But, I throw in the full deck, just so that you get all my rules. Deal?

Good to hear, partner. Let’s hit this one on the head then.

You’ll be looking for this exact Ace of Hearts.

Got your eyes glued on tight onto it?

Keep those eyes on it now.

We don’t want you losing any money now, do we?

Of course, your brain could think about that right now, but it’s too caught up focusing on my cards shuffling and shifting around in my hands.

It’s way easier to worry about which card is gonna make you a winner here, you know.

Keep those eyes on it as my hands go faster and that Ace of Hearts gets thrown around more and more.

My careful hands, seemingly teasing you with the way I’m pulling and pushing the card around in front of you, almost giving away the answer.

Right before i stop, just like that brain of yours.

Right in its tracks.

And I set the cards all down.

And we wait now.

Tell me what card’s yours, hotshot.

Hard to tell, ain’t it?

You know what? I’m a nice guy, we’ll just slide this one as a win for me and you can keep enjoying that nice feeling of nothin’ in your head.

Don’t worry, I’ll just take a few chips here and there while you keep watchin’ the pretty cards a-movin’.

After all, it’s a way better feeling knowing those chips are going right back to the hands that keep shuffling that ol’ brain around, right?

Exactly.

Speaking of that brain, I’m guessing you can hear the casino slowing down around us, huh?

The roulette wheel spinnin, much like that brain o’ yours going around and around, each thought being spun outta control with each game.

Maybe you can hear the slots spinning round and round too, seemingly mixing up your thoughts one by one.

The pretty coins coming out of the machine, shiny and distracting as that pure metal creates that cha-ching you can’t help but love.

Those sounds all creating that perfect atmosphere for a jackpot.

Ah, you felt that? Very good.

Whenever people hear jackpot, they get all antsy.

They can’t help but get excited and overjoyed for obvious reasons.

That payout coupled with all the flashing lights and pleasure that comes with is euphoric.

That’s why whenever I say jackpot, I like to put an emphasis on it.

To really get you to understand how lucky you are.

How lucky you are to be at my table.

How lucky you are for me to handle your chips here.

How lucky you are to be doing so well right now.

You’re on a hot streak, after all.

So keep watching the cards in my hand, shuffling your brain all around.

Scrambling your mind as only I can.

Looking for the cards I tell you to.

Already forgot your card? No problem at all, darlin’.

Just keep those eyes on the cards and no doubt you’ll find one you like.

You do want the jackpot, right?

You wanna win that big burst of pleasure?

Then all you gotta do is give me aaaaall those chips of yours.

Every one of your thoughts, in every one of those chips.

No need to think anymore when you have nothing to think about, right?

Then you can get back to being happy n’ hollow, just the way you should be.

After all, having all those chips is so stressful.

So many numbers and things to keep up with.

It’s better when my words are tellin’ ya what cards you need and what thoughts you think.

It’s better when you’re just watching the cards shuffle your brain all around, like a twister of bliss.

It’s better when you don’t have a single thing to worry about.

It’s better when you’re all out of chips, darlin’.

So why don’t we make a wager then?

All in for the jackpot. What do you say?

That’s what I like to hear.

So then, let’s see if you can find the Ace of Spades here.

Keep your eyes on the card and keep your mind off the game.

All those noises in the background just letting you go deeper into this state of pure bliss.

All you want is that jackpot.

That explosion of euphoria and pleasure.

And you’ll get it soon enough.

Just find me the Ace of Spades when I…

Stop.

And put down one card on the table.

Wanna tell me what it is, darlin’?

Right-o, Ace of Spades.

Jackpot.

Ride it out, feel that high hit your brain and let aaaaaall those thoughts go away.

All those chips go to me.

All your thoughts are mine.

And finally, that mind is all on me right now.

So then, wanna play a few more rounds?

[arcticrevenge]

i always take the bus to work, and its a longer ride,,,, i can never help myself fantasizing about picking the wrong seat one day, and feeling something start movin under my ass. i try not to panic as i feel it just.. squeeze me for a moment, before i can see a thick, colorfully patterned tentacle slide its way up my cunt, over my work pants.

it seems dry, thankfully, not leaving any marks on my pants. i look around to make sure nobody else can see, but the bus is empty apart from me and the driver. i look back down when i feel a warmth against my stomach, and the tentacle is sliding into my jeans- slowly, like its just exploring, but surely making its way toward my cunt. i cant help but get wet as it slides under my boxers, and my heart skips a beat as i feel a sticky trace from the tip as it drags around my cock. i bite my tongue as it feels like it almost shrinks to better wrap around my hardening cock, the cool excretion sending tingles through my legs.

just when my thighs begin to tense, it slides down and in, and i feel it start growing thicker as it enters me. i take deep breathes as it shallowly fucks in and out of me, growing thicker and thicker. it grinds against my cock and i ball my hands into fists under my jacket. its stretching me out slowly, but its not stopping, and i panic as i lose hold on my breathing feeling it go deeper and deeper. im glad nobody can see how i shake slightly as i feel it hit my cervix, stretching me as much as it can.

it stops moving, and i think it must be over soon, thank god- im almost at my stop. Then it shifts underneath me, and the end of the tentacle that comes out of my pants starts to shrink. is this thing going to stay inside of me??? i can feel it still leaking inside of me despite there being no room for its 'cum' around how thick it is. i pant as it disappears between my legs, nesting in my boxers.

i press my legs together as it throbs inside of me, and wait one more stop before i get out for work. every step i take makes me want to moan, and im just glad whatever this thing is has stopped moving and is now using me to keep warm.

somehow, i make it through work without much incident, just a few odd looks occasionally. i walk to the bus stop, accustomed to the feeling of the tentacle inside me. ive been hoping that once im back on the bus, itll leave me and i dont have to deal with it anymore, as much as id miss this thick 'cock.'

i sit down on the bus, and its full this time of people getting off work. i dont feel any movement from the tentacle for a few minutes after the bus continues on. until we hit a bump that sends me sitting down Hard on it, making me moan. its lost in the sound of everyones shock, but my face is pure red anyways. i press my lips shut, but, as if this thing had heard it, it begins fucking into me.

i look out the window, hair covering my eyes as i clench around it. i pray nobody notices my thighs clench as i wait one more stop before im almost home. if the wait there is brutal, the walk home is pure torture as it seems to be feeding off my arousal. my legs shake as i make the two blocks home, glad nobody is out.

as soon as im in the door, i kick my shoes off and stumble to my room, falling onto my bed with a cry. ive never been more happy to live alone as i hurry out of my clothes, the tentacle still thrusting in and out of me. as i get my boxers off, it expands, and the liquid it had seeped into me earlier now oozes out thickly, forming into more tentacles around the base.

i shudder and whine brokenly as they find their way to my cock and ass as the one inside my cunt grinds against my cervix. excess tentacles are long and thin, and drape over my legs and up my waist and tits, writhing and groping me as it fucks me slowly. it isnt hurrying, and i whimper and shake as it forces orgasm after orgasm out of me until i pass out.

and when i wake up in the earliest hours of morning, its left my legs tingling, and with cum still leaking out my holes, covering my thighs and sheets. little do i know, its scent is now stained on me for other creatures like this to notice me ouy and about.

[milliesfishes]

Maybe a reverse, where Billy thinks your cheating on him. But you not?

౨ৎ꣑ৎbilly thinks you're cheating (you're not)౨ৎ꣑ৎ fem reader x billy the kid

"Oomf," Billy grunted as you flung yourself into his arms, chuckling when you wrapped yourself around him, squeezing tight with no intention of letting go. "Hey there sunshine."

"Twenty days." Your words were muffled by his chest.

"Really? Coulda sworn it was nineteen," Billy smiled, bending slightly so he could wrap his arms around your waist and lift you up so you were at eye level. "Missed ya though, angel. Missed ya bad."

You gave an excited little squeal, your arms and legs both wrapped around him now. He laughed, pressing kiss after kiss onto your face. "Been missin' m' baby forever."

"Never ever leave again, not for a million years," you raised your head and smiled as he gave you a lazy little kiss.

"Let's shoot for two million, hm?" he shifted you on his hips, jostling you slightly. "'S long as you're on me like this I ain't movin'."

You buried your face into his neck, and he petted your hair, twirling strands between his fingers. "Ya in the mood to go out? Or are ya tired?"

"No! No I wanna go out with you!" you smiled and nodded enthusiastically, and Billy grinned broadly. He leaned into you, and you knocked his hat off his head so you could kiss him better.

"Alright, alright," he laughed. "Leave my hat alone."

"It was in the way." You kissed his cheeks, then his nose, nudging your own against it. "I wanna kiss you."

"Oh my poor baby," Billy swayed back and forth with you on his hips. "Goin' a whole three weeks without kisses."

"Your kisses," you corrected, bending to kiss his neck. "I want kisses and cuddles and-"

He mock-pouted, pressing one, two, three kisses to the bridge of your nose, then the tip, then your lips. "Good thing I got nearly a month's worth 'f kisses and cuddles to give ya."

It was hard to stop kissing him for more than a few seconds. You wanted him close, nearly depraved after his long absence.

Dozens upon dozens of kisses later, you were neatly tucked under his arm at the bar as he ordered a drink for you. You gave a smile to the bartender, who you were friendly with.

"How're you doing?" you asked in your sweet way, leaning forward on the counter.

"Can't complain," he smiled back, sliding your drink over. "Always a good night when I getta see ya, beautiful."

You giggled and Billy slid his hand around your waist. "C'mere, baby." He pulled you over to where his boys were sitting at a table, keeping you standing right against him. "Right here with me," he kissed your head. "Missed ya too much to let go of ya for more than a second."

He dug his nose into the side of your head, right below your hairline and inhaling, one of his arms holding you around your waist and pulling you back into his chest. The feeling of his big, warm hand half on your tummy made you smile. Billy's lips found the spot on your head, his nose shifting into your hair and he said, "Been missin' this spot...only place that feels like home, sunshine."

You turned around, tilting your head all the way up to look at him and smiling, your signal for a kiss. He obliged, pecking your smile once, then again and once more. You craved him like air and water, especially in times like these when he'd been gone for a long time.

Billy parted from you to find the washroom, and you wandered back over to the bartender to chat, standing on your tiptoes to lean over the counter. He laughed as he watched you. "Got somethin' to tell me?"

"You're cheeky," you smiled. "No, just wanted to see how you're doing."

"Aww, you're a sweetheart," he was cleaning a glass, and he set it down, resting his forearms on the counter. "I'm doin' good. Tara's been doin' better so things've been happier."

"You must be so excited," you said kindly when he referred to his pregnant wife.

"We are," he grinned at you. "Ya know, I've been cooking since she's been off her feet 'n I burned myself real bad." He held up his hand, showing you the red welt.

You gasped, reaching for his hand and holding it closer to you to study. "Oh my goodness. That looks so painful, are you okay?"

"It's feelin' just fine now, beautiful," he smiled at your concern and watched you study the mark. "Tara just about banned me from the kitchen after that."

"I don't blame her," you touched the mark and he winced lightly. Smiling sheepishly at your mistake, you put your hand on his arm and put his hand back on the counter. "Oh-! Sorry."

"'S all good," he laughed it off. "You're a good girl to be worried."

You were about to respond when you felt a hand wrap itself around the one of yours on the counter. Billy squeezed it, leaning down to look you in the eye. "Hey, can I talk to ya for a second?" After you nodded, he led you to one of the back rooms, shutting the door behind him.

Tucking a wayward strand of hair behind your ear, you asked, "Is everything okay?"

Billy sucked in a breath and came closer, taking his hat off. He still held one of your hands loosely. "Darlin'...ya know I'd understand if ya didn't want to be with me anymore, right?"

Frowning, you tilted your head, his words seeming to come out of the blue. "What?"

"I love ya," he said sincerely, searching your eyes and putting his hat on a nearby table so he could take your other hand and squeeze it. "I know it's hard to be an outlaw's sweetheart. I know I'm gone for long periods of time...if ya found someone else who could take better care of ya I wouldn't be mad. I just want ya to be happy."

Nothing about his confession made sense to you. Your elbows unbent so you were still holding his hands, but further down so you could step closer to him, your face close to his. "Billy. What are you talking about?"

He tilted his head, his face falling a little as he looked at you. "Pretty. Whatever thing you've got goin' on with the bartender."

Your lips parted as his gentle accusation hit you. You shook your head slightly at the absurdity of the statement. "Billy-"

"I know I was just gone for a long while," Billy squeezed your hands. "It ain't my business what you were doin'-"

"Billy!" you burst out, putting a stop to it. He frowned confusedly.

Squeezing his hands back and standing on your tiptoes, you pressed a single kiss to his lips. "Billy. There's nothing going on with me and him."

He was confounded. "There's not?"

"No," you shook your head, smiling softly. "There's not."

Billy still looked like he didn't understand. "But you were...you were holdin' his hand...looked like you were flirtin' cause you were all smiley..."

"Oh, Billy, Billy." you wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. You felt terrible for making it seem like you'd been unfaithful. "My love. I'm so sorry it looked like I was doing something bad." You pulled back to look into his eyes. "I would never, ever do that to you. I love you so much."

He melted a bit at that. "He's just a friend?"

"We were just talking about his wife," you promised, and he lightened up at that. "She's having a baby. He was showing me his hand because he was cooking for her and he burned himself real bad."

Billy heaved a sigh of relief, sliding his arms around you under yours and squeezing you tight. He kissed your hair and you smiled.

"I'm sorry," you breathed, and he dipped his head to kiss you. "I know sometimes I get a little touchy with people and it looks bad."

"It's alright sunshine," Billy cooed, lifting you off your feet and swaying you back and forth lightly. "You're a sweet girl...I shoulda known you were just makin' nice."

You looked up at him, happy to be bundled in his arms. Billy rested his cheek on the top of your head. "Sweet girl...'s gonna getcha in trouble someday."

Giggling, you burrowed into him and kissed his neck where you could reach. "Lock me up."

"We got enough to worry about with me gettin' locked up," Billy teased, stroking your hair. His nose found the spot below your hair again and he breathed in. "Yeahh, there we go. Home. Smells like home."

come talk about billy here!

[24-05txt]

Soap comes to and he's already walking. This on its own isn't entirely surprising because it's not the first time this has happened. There's just never enough time in the day. He finishes one thing, and then it's right onto the next; steadily marching from one task to another. When most of his life is spent walking, he learns to tune it out. Mental space better wasted on something else.

Present again in his own mind, he takes time for a perfunctory sit-rep. The skies are mostly clear, sparse clouds, and the forest around him is lush with foreign vegetation. He's traveling light, just basic gear and his firearm, a—

... hold on, he doesn't have a firearm. Scratch that, he doesn't have arms.

Soap stumbles, suddenly dizzy, and promptly trips over himself in a heap of new limbs, leaving his field of vision blocked by a wall of blue-grey that he has the horrifying realization is attached to him.

"What the fuck?" He starts, trying and failing to move his fingers or toes. "What the fuck?!"

He's echoed by Gaz somewhere behind and above him, a slightly higher-pitched "What the fuck?" And then, "Captain?!"

"Gaz?" Soap (lacking fingers or toes) wiggles a set of limbs, expecting arms and instead finds that he's stiltedly unfolding a set of wings he'd tangled himself in. He has wings. "Steaming fucking christ."

"Is that a fucking pegasus?" Asks Price, sounding far too calm for the situation at hand. It's quickly remedied when he adds, "Is that a unico—Fuck! What the fuck!" And, honestly, if the Captain is panicking then it's a very bad day indeed.

What seems like hours of shouting, swearing, and flailing pass in a slightly less than hysterical blur for all three of them before they're able to calm enough to take stock of the situation (beyond the well established fact that they all appear to be horses of some variation.)

"Why's Gaz the unicorn?" Soap asks, trying his damndest to distract himself from the very real stress of having two more legs and a total of four new limbs he's not used to. "That's Scotland's national animal, the fuck is a pegasus good for? It should have been me."

"Soap, Jesus Christ, Fuck off." Gaz doesn't look over at him, focused solely on his hooves, trying to stay upright without swaying. His fur (is it fur or hair on a horse? Soap never cared much for horses) is a deep violet, darkest along his spine, but his chest, belly, and legs below the knees are solid white. (Are those the knees? Or are those the ankles? Fuck, if he'd known this was in his future he'd've had a horse phase.) He is also, to Soap's irritation, a unicorn; the horn is the same color as his fur, and he has a little beard that matches his mane and tail, both tight and coily like his human hair.

"Don't think so hard about it," he advises, swallowing his own nausea from making the same mistake. Hypocrite, he is. Actually, he remembers hearing somewhere that horses can't vomit, and wonders dizzily if that applies to pegasi as well. "The movin', I mean. Y'ken what to do if you let your body do it."

"Muscle memory?" Gaz asks, incredulous and still a little hysterical. "How can I have fucking muscle memory when the body is brand new?"

Soap shrugs, then becomes hyper-aware of the fact that horses cannot shrug, despite the fact he just did, and is thrust head-long into another fit of nausea.

"Think am gonna boak."

"No, you're not," says Price, with all the authority of his station. (If your Captain says you're not going to throw up, then by God you better keep a lid on it.) "He's right, though. It's best not to think too hard about how to move, just move and keep your head screwed on while you do it." Despite the surety of his tone, Soap can hear him huffing out every breath through his nose, almost snorting.

"Sir," he and Gaz acknowledge at the same time, and Soap even goes so far as to straighten his posture—solidly not thinking about what muscle groups he has to engage to do it. Just straighten up (and fly right—oh god.)

Soap doesn't know where to rest his gaze. Down, and he sees his hooves (upsetting), up and he sees Gaz and his Captain (also upsetting), too far up and he's just looking through the trees at a picturesque sky (not upsetting, but less than helpful).

"I'm gonna," he starts, then quickly falters, still lokking at the sky and unsure of what, exactly, he's gonna do. (Not vomit, that's for sure.) "Gonna... walk. Around. I'm gonna walk a perimeter." He sounds a little more steady as he realizes that's exactly the thing he needs right now—he needs to be alone for a moment, needs a minute to actually get his shit straight without being distracted by his teammates doing the same.

"Sergeant..." Price's warning tone is slightly strained, and though Soap is watching wind blow through the leaves, he doesn't hear any movement from the Captain's direction.

"I'm not an idiot, Captain, I won't be goin' far. Just need some air Gaz hasn't breathed first."

"Hey." The protest is weak, made more for a sense of routine than any real offense.

Soap obediently waits until he has the reluctant go-ahead from his Captain before he ducks off the beaten path and into the surrounding woodland.

It's easier to look around here, without the risk of catching a glance of some major discrepancy that'll make his stomach turn. He goes far enough that he can only catch glimpses of Gaz's purple coat through the trees before he turns and starts his perimeter.

It's slow-going. He’s trying to get used to looking down and seeing hooves instead of feet, and most his success comes from cataloging them like they belong to someone else, and not him. He notices they're cloven, like a cow's, and a blue so dark it's almost black. Further up, toward what he's decided to call his knees, his fur lightens to a mottled cerulean. Beyond that he's unsure—those observations had to be made in furtive glances because if he looked too long, he'd notice himself walking, and if he noticed himself walking he'd be sent stumbling and cursing into the underbrush.

He's able to notice other things about himself with detached curiosity; he doesn't have a horse's tail, and instead has large, wide tailfeathers, like a bird. When at rest, his wings settle snuggly against his sides, but if he properly relaxes them they droop toward the ground (this was another event that sent him stumbling into the underbrush. Moving naturally was one thing, but trying to single out a single set of limbs he hadn't been born with made him forget about his legs for a moment. The front set. Forelegs?)

Completing half his circuit finds him back on the dirt path, this time behind the Captain and Gaz, speaking in low tones as they put their heads together. Price's coat is a sort of green he doesn't quite know the name of, like the grass turf of a golf course after a bit of rain so there's some mud around the edges of everything. Like Gaz, his legs up to the knees are white, although he also has a diamond-shaped splotch over his shoulderblades. Lucky bastard seemed to be a normal horse, save for the fact his stupid mutton chops made it over somehow.

"If he can't have the hat, suppose it only makes sense he gets to keep his dick-tickler," Soap mutters as he crosses again from dirt path to dense foliage. It's only after a few seconds of no response that he realizes he was waiting for one at all.

Ghost.

Soap spins around, but the lieutenant isn't behind him (no other horses aside from himself, the Captain, and Gaz for that matter). He walks back out onto the path, but sees no sign of anyone or anything that could be Ghost, although Price turns around to give him a concerned look. (He's half convinced that he may be exaggerating the level of expressiveness his Captain has right now, but he's already committed to not thinking too hard about how his hindbrain interprets their situation.)

"Where's Ghost?" He already knows the answer, but Price's sudden look of alarm just confirms it.

They don't know.

[callmelittlebuttercup]

Better than Coffee - Oneshot

Joel Miller x f!Reader Oneshot

Summary: Joel and Reader take a pit stop on one of their smuggling trips due to a snow storm and take advantage of their alone time.

Content Warnings: 18+MDNI, unprotected p in v, fingering, pet names (mostly baby), corny flirting, pre-established relationship, dom!Joel, sub!Reader, noEllie!au, smuggler!Joel, smuggler!Reader

I woke up to the sound of the bedroom door being shut. Naturally I popped up as fast as my aching body would let me, and ran to see who it was. Joel was standing in the kitchenette making coffee. He glanced over his shoulder and said “Shit- sorry I was tryin’ to be quiet.” I shook my head and grabbed a mug from the cupboard, eager for caffeine. “You're gonna be sorry you woke me up. That coffee’s all mine.” I teased. I received the smallest smirk I’d ever seen as he grabbed my cup from my hand and poured the hot, liquid heaven almost to the top. “Thanks.” I said before taking a sip. It burnt my tongue so badly, but I didn’t care, it warmed the rest of me up.

There was no heat in the dorm we broke into, and it had been snowing for days. I had dug through the drawers of the abandoned college dorm and found as many layers of clothing, but it still wasn’t enough to stop the freezing winter. “I told you to take my jacket.” Joel grumbled, “you’re shivering.” I sat on the dusty couch and wrapped my hands around the hot mug. “I’m fine for the millionth time. I have my 10 hoodies, and you need the jacket more than me. So stop worrying.” I stared out the window at the snow covered buildings.

I imagined people walking from building to building, switching classes and saying “hi” to their friends on the way. I envied the people who got to graduate, unlike me. The world went to shit the day before my commencement.

“This storm better let up, we gotta keep movin'.” Joel said, pulling me out of my day dream. I sighed, “Can’t we just say here? We have everything we need. Beds, water, food.” He looked at me, “If we don't get this shit to these people they'll come lookin' for us, plus we have ten days worth of food left, and then what?” “We start eating each other, bit by bit until there’s nothing left! Easy!” He rolled his eyes and sipped his coffee, “I wish I’d been quieter this morning.” I frowned, putting down my coffee and slinking over to where he was at the table. He instinctively turned his legs towards me, and I perched myself on his lap. He reluctantly put his hand on my back, still getting used to being able to touch me in this way. I leaned down to his ear and whispered “I don’t think you do.” He breathed out, and adjusted himself on the chair. “I do.” He said, trying to keep his composure. I grabbed his other hand from his coffee mug and placed it on my thigh. He tried to keep his eyes on the floor, but I put my fingers on his chin and guided his eyes to mine. “Joel, whether you like it or not, I’m yours.” His gaze softened, and I think he finally realized, fuck it.  He snaked his arm further around my waist and tucked his other arm in the crook of my knees. He stood up with a grunt and carried me over to the bedroom. “Oh so I don’t get to finish my coffee?” I said as he laid me onto the creaky, anything but soft, bed. “Later.” He began to peel off my first layer of clothing, “But it’s gonna get cold.” I whined. He paused, bringing his face close and locking his dark eyes onto mine, “Just shut up and let me fuck you.” My stomach twisted into knots and my pussy throbbed for him so much it was painful.

Him taking off the layers alone was taking too long so I got up, pushed him onto the bed, and practically ripped everything else off. His eyes looked as if he was staring at the world's most indulgent dessert. I lunged for his belt buckle and he helped with his coat and his shirt. Once both of us were exposed to the freezing air, the only thing keeping us warm was our hands traversing each other’s bodies. He laid me down and positioned his body over mine, holding himself up with one hand and placing the other on my pussy. He slid his fingers up and down my slit as he watched my eyes plead for him to go further. He kissed me gently and I felt two of his fingers slide into me. I breathed in quickly, and bit my lip with pleasure. He then leaned down and flicked his tongue over my nipple, knowing it would turn me feral. His fingers continued swirling around my clit, and I felt the pleasure building, but I didn’t want to cum just yet. “Goddammit Joel just get inside of me.” I said through my teeth and reached down to pull his throbbing cock out of his underwear. Precum dripped onto my stomach as I stroked it gently. I reached down to my pussy,  got my fingers wet, and used that to entice him in. “Fuck,” he breathed. Man of few words.

Finally he got impatient too and pushed himself inside of me. I let out a cry and his eyes snapped up to meet mine, making sure I was ok. I smiled and nodded, “You’re fine. Just adjusting.” I said shakily. He nodded and slowly thrusted into me, allowing me to acclimate to his size. He watched himself slide in and out of me, and I watched him. He quickened his pace, and I moaned in reassurance. He leaned down and licked my bottom lip. I opened and he slipped his tongue inside, and fucked me harder so that I could barely kiss him back. Soon after he grabbed my waist and turned me around. He slid his hand up my back and pressed  my chest into the bed. His cock went deeper into me in this position and I could barely hold myself together anymore. “Oh my god I’m gonna cum-“ I gasped, and he immediately pulled out of me. “What the fu-“ he put his hand over my mouth and pulled me around to face him, “Not without looking me in the eyes. I wanna see your pretty face.” He grunted, picked me up, and shoved himself inside me as I wrapped my legs around his waist.

My hands gripped his shoulders tightly as I stared into his eyes, completely unable to hide the helpless look on my face. “That’s right, baby, cum for me.” He breathed and gripped my waist tighter as he slammed my body up and down on his cock. I was gasping for air and before I new it my core was convulsing and tightening around him and I couldn’t stifle my pleasure. I buried my head in his neck but he grabbed my hair and forced me to look at him. He said sternly, “eyes.” I struggled to focus on him as I peaked, but was able to make out his satisfied grin as I regained my breath. “Good girl.” He laid me back down on the bed and his breaths quickened. He pulled out quickly and his hot cum landed on my stomach and chest. He finished off his few strokes and collapsed next to me. I looked over at him and took his hand in mine, letting him catch his breath. “I think we can stay one more day.” He said. “How about ten?”

[tokkiasficlets]

The view of the dark ceiling was not great company on nights like these. The eerie silence that lingered did not do her much better.

Usually Natsu’s snores could rattle the house, but for once in his life, he seemed to be sleeping peacefully. On a night where Lucy couldn’t seem to reach the grasps of sleep, a quiet Natsu would do her good, but instead it provided a sense of disquiet that only served to keep her up.

With a soft sigh, Lucy rolled over on her side to be met with the darkened walls instead. The new view didn’t do her much help.

She felt so deeply aware of her body, of her limbs, of every ache and pain she had ever experienced. Every position she moved into was more uncomfortable than the last, and yet she continued to shuffle and move around until she had tossed and turned every which way.

It was a good thing Natsu was a deep sleeper, or she would worry about waking him.

Her gaze lingered on him for a few moments. He lay on his back, sprawled out across his side of the bed. His face was scrunched up slightly in a way that she could only describe as soft—cute. It eased the tension in her mind, giving her something to think about that wasn’t about the anxieties or fears this time of night drew out of her.

Unfortunately, it did not ease the tension in her shoulders or legs that made this position uncomfortable to lay in for much longer. She rolled onto her other side to face away from him, hoping that maybe this time would be different.

And it was.

Sort of.

Natsu let out a groan from beside her, and before she could understand what was going on, his arm was around her waist, and he pulled her into his chest.

There wasn’t anything she could do to stop the surprised squeak that slipped past her lips as she was dragged into his embrace.

“Stop movin’ around so much,” he mumbled, voice hoarse as his lips brushed against the back of her neck.

His arms were tight around her—she couldn’t escape his grasp even if she wanted to.

She wasn’t sure she did want to.

“Sorry,” she murmured.

Natsu let out a soft but incoherent mumble that Lucy hoped was a noise of forgiveness.

Her hands came down to rest on top of his, and she eased into his touch. If this was the position she had to sleep in tonight, she supposed that wouldn’t be too bad.

[maldaptivedreamer]

out of service

You meet a stranger at a bar and you invite her to follow you to the bathroom.

content: Navarro x fem reader, errors and mistakes, maybe ooc characters, wlw smut, sex in public bathroom, fingering, oral

wc: ~2.3k

a/n:  Sorry for the abrupt hiatus. I’ve not been feeling well and things have been busy. Request from @soullnsight Hope you enjoy!!

MINORS DNI NSFW 18+

A bead of sweat drips down your brow. You throw your head back and let out a throaty moan, your body moving to the rhythm of the music. Your hands glide slowly across your heated skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

As you spin around, the edges of your vision are blurred by flashing lights and smoke. Through the haze, you can see her watching you. Her piercing dark eyes locked onto yours, her lips slightly parted.

You smirk and drag a hand down your chest, feeling a rush of adrenaline and heat at her mesmerized stare. Your nipples harden under your touch and your core pulses with desire. You bite your lip and let out a soft whimper as you trace the smooth flesh of your thigh, the hem of your skirt rising just enough to tease her with a glimpse of your lacy panties.

You hide a grin as she tenses in her seat. The man next to her nudges her, but she ignores them in favor of watching you press two fingers to your lips. Your tongue flicks out to the tip of them before you smirk and blow a kiss in her direction.

Her eyes widen at the sight, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

With a final lustful look at her, you turn and make your way towards the bathrooms.

The cool air hits you as you push open the door, a welcome relief from the stifling heat of the crowd. You lean against the sink, splashing some water on your flushed face. Your heart is still racing, your skin tingling. You catch sight of yourself in the mirror. Your cheeks are flushed, hair slightly disheveled, eyes heavy and dark from teasing your stranger.

You chew on your lip in anxiousness as a few minutes pass. You pace and hope you didn’t just embarrass yourself. Just as you're about to succumb to your embarrassment, you hear footsteps falter at the door.

Your chest squeezes in anticipation as the door swings open.

Your stranger steps inside, locking the door behind her. Neither of you speak as she moves closer, her eyes roaming hungrily.

Still slightly out of breath, your voice is airy. “Was worried you wouldn’t follow me.” With your confidence slowly returning, you lean back into the sink with a teasing pout.

Despite her confident words, you can sense a slight hesitation in her eyes. “Yeah well with all the teasin’ you did back there, it would be cruel of me to leave a pretty girl so desperate.”

Your breath hitches as she slowly closes the distance between you, her body radiating heat. She places her hands on either side of you, gripping the sink and loosely caging you in, as if to give you a chance to escape. Your eyes flutter closed as you inhale her intoxicating scent - a mix of leather, oil, and something distinctly feminine.

"Desperate, huh?" you murmur, your lips curving into a coy smile. "What makes you think I'm desperate? Maybe I just like to dance."

She leans in, her breath hot against your ear. "The way you were movin' out there, touchin' yourself... puttin' on a show. Was that all for me?"

A shiver runs down your spine at her husky tone. You tilt your head, exposing the column of your throat. "I don't know who else it’d be for."

She chuckles low in her throat. More confident at your admission, she presses wet kisses to your neck and tightens her grip. "Then I guess I'd better not disappoint," she murmurs against your skin.

Her lips glide silkily up your neck, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through your body. Her hot tongue presses eagerly against the sensitive skin just below your collarbones, making you gasp. With deliberate movements, she moves her mouth to your shoulder and playfully sinks her teeth into your skin. Though there is no pain, the mere threat of it causes your breathing to quicken and your heart to race.

You struggle to contain a whimper as her plump, velvety lips find a particularly sensitive spot on your neck. She pauses there, gently teasing with her tongue as she traces the rhythm of your pulse. Her bottom teeth drag along your neck, following the path laid out by her tongue, and you can't help but moan in pleasure at the sensation.

When she reaches your jaw, she pauses, her dark eyes meeting yours. There's a question there, a moment of hesitation.

You answer by surging forward and capturing her lips with your own.

The kiss is hungry, desperate. Her hands move to your waist, pulling you flush against her body as your fingers tangle under her unbuttoned shirt. You moan into her mouth as her tongue sweeps across your bottom lip, seeking entrance.

You part your lips eagerly, relishing in the taste of her. Her hands move beneath your dress, her thumbs hooking around your panties and she pushes them down your legs without separating from your lips. Moaning, you rub your hands across her shoulders.

You feel her sly smile against your lips as she cups your core, using her middle finger to drag lightly along your slit. You moan at her teasing touch, arching into her hand, craving more.

Her lips separate from yours with a wet smack and her hand slides down to grip your thigh. Her eyes narrow in satisfaction as you dazedly chase her lips. She lowers herself to the floor on her knees and slowly lifts your thigh onto her shoulder.

As you lean back against the counter, the hard edge presses into your lower back. Your fingers curl tightly around the counter's edge, gripping it in a desperate attempt to steady yourself. 

Her brown eyes hypnotize yours, piercing yours in concern. “Is this okay?”

You hide a warm smile and reach out hand to her cheek. “I have a pretty girl between my legs… I’m more than okay, baby. Now as much as I like how sweet and considerate you are, I’m giving you full permission to take whatever you want from me.”

Without warning, she dives forward, her hot mouth pressing against your core. You gasp at the sudden sensation, your head falling back as her tongue licks at your folds. Her strong hands grip your thighs, holding you steady as she works you with her mouth.

You bite your lip to stifle a moan, acutely aware of the thin bathroom walls. You fail at containing any of your noises as she envelops your clit with her lips and sucks, flicking it with her tongue. Your hips buck involuntarily, seeking more of that delicious friction.

"Oh god," you whimper, one hand flying to her head.

She hums in approval and grips your ass, helping you grind into her mouth. She looks up at you through hooded eyes, never breaking her rhythm. The sight of her between your legs, face glistening with your arousal, nearly pushes you over the edge.

Suddenly, she slides two fingers inside you, curling them into you. You clap a hand over your mouth to muffle your cry. Your walls clench around her fingers as she pumps them in and out, her tongue still working your clit.

Dropping your hand, you feel any semblance of restraint and embarrassment leave you. Your rushed words are sporadically broken by loud moans. “Fuck- You feel so good. As soon as I saw you, knew I wanted you- Got so wet dancing for you. Was so tempted to touch myself f’you.”

Your words dissolve into a breathless moan as she increases her pace, her fingers pumping faster as her tongue swirls around your clit.

"Oh god," you gasp. Your words merge with one another as you push them past your lips. "Y’ coulda fucked me in the middle of that crowd an’ I woulda let you."

She grunts into you and gently presses her teeth to you, twisting her fingers.

Your eyes roll back and the coil of tension in your belly snaps. Cumming with a cry, your body shudders as waves of ecstasy wash over you.

She guides you through it, her movements slowing as you calm. When you're too sensitive, you gently push her head away. She stands, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she smirks up at you.

Ignoring the unsteadiness of your legs, you draw her up to you and press your lips to hers. You can taste yourself on her lips and she moans as you push your tongue into her mouth for more.

You force yourself to part from her. “Can I touch you?”

Her eyes darken with desire and she nods, her voice raspy. "Please."

Your hands glide down her body, tracing the intoxicating curves beneath her clothing. With a gentle turn, you guide her to lean forward, your fingers brushing against the soft fabric of her top as you move behind her.

You undo the zipper of her tight leather pants, sliding your hand inside. A deep moan escapes her lips as your fingertips dance across her sensitive skin, feeling the warmth emanating from her core. You continue to stroke and tease her through her damp panties, reveling in the sensation of how wet she’s gotten for you.

"You’re so sweet baby. You’re so wet for me," you purr, circling her clit with your thumb.

You capture her lips again as you slide two fingers against her, slipping past the barrier of her underwear. Your fingers glide through her slick folds, circling her clit teasingly.

She breaks the kiss with a gasp, her head falling back against your shoulder. "Fuck," she hisses, her hips bucking into your touch.

"Please," she whimpers, a needy sound you never thought you'd hear from the pretty stranger across the bar.

Unable to resist her plea, you slide two fingers inside her. She gasps as you curl your fingers, reaching your other hand around to play with her clit. The sound of her cry echoes through the bathroom as her inner walls clench tightly around your fingers. You set a steady rhythm on her sensitive clit, eliciting moans of ecstasy from her lips. Your fingers, however, have a mind of their own as they move at a fluctuating pace, thrusting in and out of her dripping core.

Maybe it's a little cruel, but every time she gets close, you slow down, prolonging the intense pleasure for both of you. You can't help but savor her and the way her body responds to your touch.

As you taste the salty sweat on her skin, you moan softly and nibble at her neck, leaving marks that will hopefully remind her of you. She trembles under your touch as you raise a hand to play with her chest.

With a wet smack, you pull away and whisper in her ear. "Look at yourself, baby."

Shrugging the shoulder she leans on, you watch in the mirror as she meets your eyes. “You’re so pretty. Couldn’t help but notice you from across the bar and you look so pretty covered in me. With my fingers in you…” Your words are punctuated by the wet sounds your hand makes as it thrusts into her. Her cheeks are flushed and her chest heaves under your fingers. “You’re stunning. I got so wet thinking about you fucking me. And me fucking you.”

Moaning, she turns her head to capture the rest of your dirty words. You groan at the taste of you and something that is distinctly separate and her. Raspily, she whispers against your lips. “You’ve been driving me crazy all night. Every taste of you leaves me wanting more," she gasps, her hips grinding against your hand. "Oh fuck. Don't stop, please don't stop."

You increase your pace, curling your fingers making her whole body shudder. Your thumb finds her clit, circling it in tight, quick motions. She's close, you can feel it in the now familiar way her walls flutter around your fingers.

"That's it, baby," you murmur, nipping at her earlobe. "I wanna see you cum for me."

With a strangled cry, she cums, her body tensing and shaking against yours. Your movements slow as she comes down from her high. When she slumps back against you, panting, you gently withdraw your hand.

Your eyes flutter closed with a groan as you taste her on your fingers.

Your heavy eyelids slowly open, revealing the sight of her flushed face with a delicate sheen of sweat and kiss-swollen lips. Her glazed eyes meet yours with an intense desire that ignites a fresh wave of lust within you. It's clear that she feels the same as you both indulge in an unrestrained kiss.

Your tongues meet and eagerly explore each other's flavors. But before things can escalate further, a loud knock suddenly interrupts at the door. “Hellooo!?!” The slurred words are garbled out, causing some of the hunger to subside.

You both freeze. The knock comes again, more insistent this time.

"Just a minute!" you call out, trying to keep your voice steady.

She quickly adjusts her pants, buttoning them with shaky fingers. You smooth down your skirt and run a hand through your tousled hair, trying to make yourselves look somewhat presentable.

"Shit," She mutters, glancing at the door. "We should probably..."

"Yeah," you agree reluctantly.

Your eyes lock in a final, passionate gaze, both of you silently yearning for more. She leans in close and presses her lips hungrily against yours, sending a tingling sensation throughout you. As she pulls away, you already feel a sense of longing and regret.

With a quick flick of her wrist, she unlocks the door behind her and you quietly slip out into the hallway. A drunk woman impatiently waits outside, muttering apologies as she stumbles past you.

Before you can run away, your stranger catches your hand and pulls you close. "This isn't over," she whispers in your ear with determination. However, a flicker of shyness crosses her face and she winces slightly before adding, "I'm Navarro, by the way."

You can't help but laugh at her sudden change in demeanor as you guide her through the hallway and into the moving crowd.