#nimble-shifting

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tw. dark content, brief gory descriptions, smut, size difference.

pairing. mr. crawling x fem! reader. 1k words.

- i wish there was more on blissful love life end route, wish i couldve fuck this cute little shyt until he blabberin' :p i love this gameeeeeee! sorry for suddenly writing about homicipher after months of ghosting u guys.. hehe...

The smell of death lingers in the air ever since you brought along the certain entity to the overworld. It's faint enough to let you know that he was watching.

Not that you mind, he practically latched onto you like a barnacle the first time he met you at that strange hallway. Mr. Crawling, despite the oddities that comes along his unique charms, was a pleasant companion. Maybe it's the fact that you'd noticed the dark figure, slouching at the corner of your room, or the fact that you'd woke up with him next to you, the high-pitched giggling causing you to stir awake at the darkest hour.

You wonder if Mr. Crawling gets bored at times. You can't blame him, the underworld where he is from an endless maze with sharp corners here and there, not to mention the occasional earthquakes that change the layout of the map. Comparing his world to your little apartment was laughable. Maybe that's why you started feeling his cold fingertips running underneath the thin fabric of your clothes. Not that you'd stop him, Not that you want him to anyway. You taught him a few things, mainly how humans express their love. It's nice to have someone dote on you for bringing them a bowl of fresh human flesh.

'It's better to be with Mr. Crawling,' you thought.

Being with a human means it'll increase the chance of you getting caught and you wouldn't be able to go on another killing spree. At least Mr. Crawling accepts you for who you are.

"You... like?" his croaky voice puts your running thoughts to the side as you tilt your head, your eyes looking at him before they avert down to his wandering hand. His fingers are abnormally slender with a grayish tint as he slowly brushed them on your stomach before they went lower and lower until his fingers practically hovered over your lower body. He gives you a look, "need you." he points down at your clothed pussy, your cheeks quickly warms up at his words.

"Can touch?" he asked, tilting his head to the side. His fingers trembled the more he waited for your response like he itched to touch you. "Can." you give him a brief nod as his fingers slowly slipped under your shorts, spreading your folds before he pressed down on your clit causing your breath to hitches. You watched with staggered breathing as his hand moved in a circular motion, rubbing your clit slowly as your sopping hole clenched around nothing. "Good? Enjoyable?" he asked, giggling when you gasped and nodded at his words while he traced your slit, getting your juices all over his nimble digits.

His kisses are sloppy, and the metallic taste of blood from the flesh he consumed for dinner comes in as the aftertaste when you pull back for some air. Mr Crawling quickly chases after your lips, pressing his cracked and cold ones on yours as his tongue shamelessly swirls around yours. With enough juices coating his fingers, he easily slipped it into your entrance as it squelches, his other hand holding your thigh to keep your legs spreading. “Look down,” he pulled his fingers out with a small pop, proudly showing his wet and pruney fingers to you before he slipped them into his mouth. “heh, good. Me happy!” he giggled, moving on top of you as you rested your legs on each side of his body.

“Mr. Crawling...” you whined, watching him with blurry vision as he pulled the black clothing up, just enough for his cock to peek through. It's almost as if the entity wants you to see it, wants you to see how desperate he is. His pre-cum glistens and gather at the tip of his cock, bulging vein runs on the side of his shaft as your eyes shifts to the patch of dark hair on his pelvis. His knees dig into the mattress, his hand aligning the tip of his cock into your entrance. “Me... go into you slow.” he gently prods your hole with the tip of his cock, shifting his eyes on your face and down to your pussy as he pushes his thick cock past the ring of muscles.

You wince, the girth of his cock is stretching you to the maximum. "Hurt? Pain? Desire me go out?" he asked, looking down at you before you shook your head at his question, "I'm glad." he smiled at your reaction. Your fingers holding onto his biceps as your nails left crescent marks on his skin. "Pat, pat." he rubs your head, cupping your cheek as his cock throbs inside of you when your velvety walls flutters to adjust to his size. "Pretty." he whispers, leaning down to peck your lips. He lets you roll your hips, slowly fucking yourself into his fat cock while he holds your hip. "Like this? Happy?" he asked, his hips stuttering as he thrust back into you, matching your slow rhythm.

"Like it..." you replied, breathless as he began to pick up his pace. He was consistent, the tip of his cock brushing against the spot that sends you seeing stars on your ceilings with every single thrust, your nails raking down on his back, leaving claw marks which heals up as quickly as it came. The sound of skin slapping reverberates around the walls as Mr. Crawling gasps and pants in your ear each time he desperately slammed his cock into you. His long, black locks falling over your face, tangling with your hair and sticking to your forehead and chest. “Like you... Like this..." he chants, sharp teeth nibbling on your neck and down to your collarbones, leaving a trail of dark bruises in his wake.

“Close... me close,” his thick cock throbs inside of you, rubbing furiously against your walls as he holds your hips. His breath brushing against your lips as he gasped, “Come? Need you come," he begged, slobbery tongue poking out to flicks your swollen lips as he coaxed you into cumming on his cock by sharply rutting his cock inside of you as the lewd squelches from taking his cock deeper and deeper increases.

He pushes his hips into you when you came all over his cock, he quickly pushes his cock as deep as he can before his hot seeds spill into your womb, spilling out of your whole when he pulled out to rest his cock on your pelvis. He's still cumming, spurting the strings of loads on your stomach as you panted, your chest heaving up and down as he lazily kisses your neck and up to your flushed face,

"...Pretty."

[these-lovely-monsters]

Mating Season

[NSFW | 18+]

Characters: m!werewolf x f!reader

Content: hunting, primal behavior, predator/prey, sex, p in v, knotting, claiming bite, possessiveness, mild dubcon

#13 Mating/Hunting Season from @ozzgin's Monstertober 2024 prompt list

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It’s werewolf mating season in your village and it’s a full moon which means it’s time for the hunt.

It’s almost midnight and all the eligible women have been gathered in the town square to prepare for the event. You stand amongst the group, everyone dressed in thin gowns and barefooted. A cool breeze causes you to shiver or maybe it’s just the anticipation of the activities to come.

The soft murmurs of the crowd are punctuated by howls in the distance. The werewolves are prowling through the darkness, eagerly awaiting their prey. Under the bright moonlight, the women around you glance at each other with mixtures of nervousness and excitement.

When the first midnight bell rings out over the square, everyone jumps, and the crowd surges forward. At first it’s a tangled mess of jostling limbs as everyone heads for the gates at the town’s entrance. But once you’re all through, the mass of bodies disperse in different directions and you take off sprinting into the darkness.

You’re racing through the trees, leaping over logs and boulders as you try to ignore the pain in your feet and the sharp scrapes and nicks from nearby branches. Your heart is pounding in your chest and your breaths are coming heavy. Over the roar in your ears, you hear the snarls and howls of the werewolves stalking their prey, mixed with the shrieks and moans of those already caught.

Your legs are beginning to ache as you zig zag in no particular direction. So you slow down, wondering if you’ve gone too far. But then you hear a twig snap in the trees behind you. Your heart lurches into overdrive and you sprint forward again.

Moving as fast as you can, you recall the only instructions you were given. “Run.”

Your predator is close on your heels, his paws thudding softly on the ground as he nimbly trails you through the forest. Just as you turn to look over your shoulder, you catch sight of a giant, black werewolf leaping out from between the trees.

When he collides with your body, you let out a soft “Oof,” and you both go tumbling to the ground. He deftly rolls you so that he takes the brunt of the fall and when you come to a stop, he’s hovering over you, pinning your body to the cold hard ground.

Although his form is mostly humanoid, he’s covered from head to toe in thick, dark fur. His head is also the shape of a wolf’s and he has a long tail that swishes behind him. His massive claw-tipped hands are buried into the dirt on either side of your head and his heavy breaths wash across your skin.

Baring his teeth in your face, he starts to rock his hips against your naked pussy and you gasp. When he shifts his weight so his cock is dragging against your clit, you let out a soft moan and he snarls at the sound.

Faster than you can track, he swipes his claws at your gown, shredding the material and leaving faint red scratches where his nails nicked you. He stares down at you for a moment, his pupils dilating as he watches your exposed skin pebble in the cold air.

He bends his head to lick at your breasts, his tongue flicking out to tease your nipples, causing your back to arch off the ground. Then he lowers himself down so his hot body is draped over yours. Before you can appreciate the warmth, he shifts his hips so that the tip of his cock is nudging at your already slick entrance and you groan in anticipation.

Opening your legs wider in invitation, you grip his fur and tug. With a growl, he sheaths himself fully inside you until his hips are flush with your thighs. You cry out at the sudden fullness and he pauses to let you adjust. When your body begins to relax, he pulls out and then thrusts back in. He does it again and again until he’s setting a brutal pace, fucking you hard into the dirt.

You quickly become lost in the exquisite sensations as your back scrapes against the rock-strewn ground while his massive cock stretches and fills you to the brim. He’s snarling and wild-eyed above you as he ruts into you in a wild frenzy, unable to control himself at the feel of your hot cunt squeezing him so tightly.

When your orgasm climbs higher and higher, almost at its peak, his movements become jerky as he meets you at the top. Right before you tip over the edge, you feel his massive knot pushing against your entrance, trying to stretch your pussy impossibly wide.

Before you can protest, he lowers his mouth to your shoulder and growls one guttural word against your skin.

“Mine.”

And then his teeth are sinking into your flesh in a vicious claiming bite at the same time his knot pushes past your tight walls and you scream.

You’re launched into another stratosphere as your eyes roll back in your head and your entire body seizes up. Hot cum spurts inside you, filling you up endlessly until it starts to seep out around his knot and drip down your thighs. His hips are still jerking erratically as he rides out his orgasm, dragging your own out with it, until eventually he’s completely spent.

───

You must have passed out at some point because when you awake, he’s carrying you in his arms as he trudges through the forest.

“Where are we going?” You ask groggily.

“To my den,” comes a deep gravelly voice above you. “I’m going to fuck you until my cum is a part of your essence and everyone knows that you belong to me.”

Tip Jar :)

[angrythingstarlight]

Can see this being roommate!Bucky

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPRcGCfkW/

Tell me why I saw a comment that said: I've watched my husband down a whole team just cause they downed me first. He definitely got the gak gak that night. 😂😂

-gif/idea anon

Roommate Bucky is always ready to defend you. And you—you're about to learn firsthand why gamers are notorious for being good with their fingers.

Pairing: Roommate!Bucky x Reader

WC: 2K

CW: Size kink, Beefy Bucky being absolutely massive, praise, degradation, choking, hand kink, fingering, overstimulation, hint of voyeurism, video game violence.

AN: Written on my phone, unbetad. This isn't based on any game in particular. It's just an excuse to write a little bit o' smut.

“No. No. Nonononono.” 

YOU’RE DEAD flashes across the screen mocking you as your avatar’s bullet-riddled body fades into the abyss. You slump in the oversized gaming chair, tossing your controller on the desk. Jeers ring in your headset and you rip it off, throwing it next to the controller. She was so pretty. It took you ages to find one you liked and could pair with the cute outfit you picked.

The guys on your team didn’t even give you a chance. Who takes out one of their own? These jackasses apparently.

"You okay?" Heavy footsteps resound behind you. Glancing up, you see your roommate strolling into the living room. Your heart races at the sight of him. He’s gorgeous. No one should look this good.

Deep blue eyes framed by long lashes. Beard neatly trimmed, enhancing his jaw. He's wearing a pair of loose grey sweats that cling to his muscular thighs, long brunet locks, damp from the shower, curl around his nape. No shirt of course.

Your eyes follow a bead of water that rolls down his massive chest and goes into the valley of his ridged abs. It hits the band of his navy blue boxers peeking out from his pants and your mouth goes dry imagining what's hidden under those layers of cotton.

While you’re busy ogling him, he notices the mess you left on his desk and the start over screen on his gaming computer. “What happened, bunny?” 

The reminder of that stupid game has your frustation and anger returning in droves and it overtakes your burgeoning lust. You explain how the guys, his gaming buddies, decided to fuck with you by taking you out in a flurry of friendly fire when they realized Bucky wasn’t in the room. The longer you speak, detailing all the nasty things they said to you, the more his features harden, a muscle ticking away in his clenched jaw.  

“Huh,” he mutters under his breath. Bucky ambles over to the chair and lifts you out of it like you weigh nothing to him, considering what he benches for fun, you know you don’t. He sits down and arranges you over his thick thighs, your back resting against his warm, bare chest. He leans forward, picking up the controller and headset.

 It's not the first time, you've sat on his lap during one of his gaming marathons, Bucky says you help him play better.

“What are you doing?” You ask, canting your head back, his body wash, fresh cedar and vanilla, wafts over you and it takes everything in you not to drop your face into his chest and just inhale him. 

The corner of his lip lifts into a smirk. “You’ll see.” 

Adjusting the headset, he takes the controller in both hands, his corded biceps that are bigger than your head brush against the sides of your breasts.

If he feels the shiver that wracks down your body, he doesn’t comment on it. He never does.

The controller looks so small in his large hands, your gaze follows the veins lining the back of them as his fingers nimbly manipulate the buttons. A rush of heat spreads through you when he rests his chin on your shoulder.

You try to clench your thighs to quell the ache beating between them, but your legs are dangling over his and you can’t.

“I—I’m not.” The lie is obvious even to your ears. He hums noncommittally, but you feel his arms press closer to your body, pushing your tits together. 

You shift on his lap, freezing in place when you feel his chest rise and fall against your back, his deep, knowing laugh rolls across your skin. He teaaes, “don’t tell me you're needy already, bunny?” 

Sometimes you can't tell if he's teasing or not. You asked once and he just grinned like tie answer should be obvious.

“Sure you’re not,” Bucky casually retorts after a man appears on the screen. His guy is more menacing than your avatar, tall and flanked in dark green camouflage, face concealed by a skull mask. Weapons rotate next to him, eventually stopping on a machine gun. Static crackles through his headset and he’s dropped onto a rooftop. “I’m back fuckers.” 

Various greetings trickle through, only to be cut short when it becomes apparent that Bucky is going on a rampage. He storms across the building. Player after player goes down. Some you don’t even see until they fall to their death. 

“Aw c’mon.” 

“Fuck you.” 

“Seriously, what the fuck Barnes–” 

He’s ruthless. Headshots. Stabbing. More headshots. Your already damp panties are drenched when you point out the one that shot you first, and Bucky’s guy stomps the fuck out of Walker6969 before snapping his neck. A slightly undignified giggle slips past your lips when you hear his obnoxious complaint about Bucky not playing fair. Oh. Fucking. Well. More curses filter through his headset as he absolutely decimates the field. 

Bucky tilts his face towards you with a blithe smirk, taking out another player without missing a beat. “I warned you shitstains that you better be nice to my girl.” 

It’s not long before there’s no one left. Bucky tosses the control down, and wraps his arm around your belly, and leans back, taking you with him. “Feel better?” 

“Yeah,” you reply sincerely, both impressed at his skill and pleased that he was so willing to defend you. “Thank you.” 

“You really want to thank me, Bunny?” he whispers in your ear, nipping the lobe with a soft bite. 

Your breath hitches. His hands curve under your knees, placing your legs over the armrests. “I asked you a question,” Bucky states, his tone domineering and dark. 

You struggle to find any answer, but you can’t think with your roommate’s warm hand sliding down your shorts and cupping pussy and all you can do is whimper.

“You’re soaked,” he teases, tracing a finger down the middle of your clothed cunt. His touch is light, so light, but it sends a zap through your clit. “Could feel this hot little pussy throbbing on me. Practically begging for my cock,” Heat fans up the back of your neck and spreads to your face. He could feel that? Before you can drown in embarrassment, he’s kissing his way across your shoulder. ”Need me to get rid of this ache, don’t you?”

You want your roommates hands on you more than anything in this world. You’ve thought about this so many times, you can’t believe it’s happening. His touch feels better than you dreamed. His other hand travels a leisurely, gradual path up your shirt, moving your bra out of the way so he can roll your sensitive nipple between his rough fingers. 

Another slow sweep over your pussy, just skimming your pulsating, swollen clit. It’s not enough. “Please,” you whine out, grinding down over his growing bulge. He’s getting bigger and bigger under you. 

“Please what? Hmm, bunny, please what?” He cruelly taunts, pinching your nipple until your back arches off his chest. “Use your words.” 

You cry out, the spark of pain fades into a heady, warm pleasure. “Touch me.” 

You feel his lips curve into a smile, his teeth scrape over your throat. His thumb presses down your clit and goes still. “I am touching you.” 

This is unbearable.

You’ve never been so wet in your life and he hasn’t done anything. You need him so badly it hurts.

Your pussy clenches down on nothing, you feel so empty.

“Bucky, I need you, need your fingers inside me, please fuck me,” you babble, willing to say anything to get more of him. 

He doesn’t make you wait long. Without warning, he pushes your panties aside and a thick, calloused finger slides inside you. 

“Tight little thing, aren’t you?” he remarks, adding another. Bucky used to everything being small compared to him. You are no exception. He doesn’t give you time to get used to the stretch before he starts scissoring you open, working your hot, wet cunt until he can give you one more finger. Bucky crooks his fingers, and he finds that elusive spot, the one you swore didn’t exist until now. He finds it again. And again. And again. White-hot sensations make you curl in yourself, your thighs trembling. The rough pads of his thick fingers languidly working that sensitive spot as he moves to your other nipple, plucking it into a hard peak.

“That’s your spot huh?” He asks with a cocky rasp. He knows. You told him by the way your moans went all breathy and softy and you started grinding on his cock like a greedy slut being to be filled. Judging by the way he can barely fit three fingers inside you, he knows his cock is going to split you in two. He can’t wait.

“Oh god,” you breathe out, clawing deep marks in the leather under your hands.

The wet schlick schlick schlick of your pussy with every knuckle-deep thrust of his fingers is pornographic.

Right around the second or third time, you clench down around him; he decides he’s going to film you, put your pretty pussy front and center on his flatscreen across from his bed, and make you watch as he fucks you the same way you’re fucking yourself on his fingers, your hips rolling back and forth, grinding your ass over his throbbing cock. Gonna make you watch as you struggle to keep every inch inside you, make you watch him fuck you stupid. 

“Look at you making a mess all over me. Should make you clean it when you’re done. Gonna have you keep my cock warm while I finish the game.” The debauched image of you sitting on his cock while he plays flashes through your mind and a desperate moan builds in your throat, spilling out of your parted lips. “Yeah, you’re going to let me use this sweet cunt any time I want, gonna turn you into my personal fuckdoll.” 

His thumb swipes over your clit, once, twice. Sensations burn through your veins, your body feels so hot and tight, like you’re on the edge of imploding. His hand leaves your nipple and grabs your throat, the sudden pressure makes your head feel light. “Oh god." Right there, fuck he just has to keep doing that, you’re so close, he just has to stay right there. 

It’s like he can read your mind because he does, going harder and harder, giving you everything you need. “C’mon bunny, let me have it, give it to me.” 

“Fuck yesyesyes, don’t stop please don’t–” you sob, the start of your orgasm sparks inside you. 

“Not gonna tell you again, cum for me right the fuck now,” he rasps in your ear, squeezing tightly as he slams into your cunt, his thumb circling your clit faster and faster. His fingers catch your spot again, the pressure so good and so right that it sends you over the edge. Your orgasm barreling over you, wringing pleasure from every nerve in your body, and you gush around him.

“There it is, that’s my girl,” he praises, his words lost over the steady roar in your ears. He fucks you through it, drawing it out, only stopping after your vision blurs and you let out a pathetic noise, somewhere between a whimper and a sob, but you feel too good to care how you sound.

You’re a mess—limbs trembling and weak, still so lightheaded, you can't lift your head, letting it loll lazily over his broad shoulder. He gently takes his fingers out of your pulsating cunt and holds it up, the evidence of your release dripping down to his wrist. He brings his long index finger to his mouth, sucking it dry with a grin. “Damn, you taste good.”

"I–fuck Bucky that was amazing." You grab the armrests and push yourself up.

“Where ya goin’? I didn’t say I was done with you,” Bucky says, his hand loose around your throat as he brings you back down. "I was jus' getting you warmed up."

Oh.

He grinds against your ass, his heavy cock digging into you. He's so big. Despite the fact that you're still on an orgasmic high, you want more. You want Bucky.

“You still gonna thank me Bunny?"

And I—

Roommate!Bucky has returned!

[aeth-eris]

rising signs : animalistic features

aries rising - tiger, falcon, and lynx

body: aries risings exhibit the muscular and agile build of a tiger, combined with the aerodynamic frame of a falcon and the compact, athletic form of a lynx. their bodies are often toned and fit, showcasing their strength and speed. they possess an upright posture, emphasizing their readiness and boldness, as if they are always prepared for action. the combination of these animals highlights their powerful and assertive presence, as they move with precision and swiftness. face: angular, with high cheekbones and a strong jawline that mirrors the boldness of a tiger. their eyes are sharp and intense, much like the falcon’s focused, penetrating gaze, while their expressions carry the quiet, alert nature of a lynx. the overall facial structure is defined and commanding, reflecting a fierce and determined attitude. their gaze can be both direct and intimidating, showcasing their fearless and straightforward approach to life. aura: dynamic, assertive, and commanding. aries risings carry an electric, action-oriented energy that feels like a constant surge of adrenaline. they exude a sense of confidence and leadership, blending the power and grace of a tiger, the sharp awareness and agility of a falcon, and the stealth and precision of a lynx. their presence ignites intensity, pushing others to rise to the challenge or keep up with their relentless pace.

taurus rising - bison, tortoise, and walrus

body: taurus risings have a solid and powerful build that combines the massive strength of a bison, the grounded, steady presence of a tortoise, and the robust frame of a walrus. they typically appear broad and muscular, with thick limbs and a physique that emphasizes resilience and stability. their movements are purposeful and deliberate, often slow and measured, showcasing their connection to the earth and their preference for consistency. face: broad and rounded features, with a calm and peaceful expression that resembles the serene gaze of a tortoise. their eyes are steady, showing depth and warmth, much like the wise look of a bison. the full cheeks and strong, defined chin echo the presence and strength of a walrus, giving them an appearance of solidity and strength. aura: grounded, reliable, and reassuring. taurus risings project a steady, nurturing energy that feels safe and dependable, combining the wisdom of a tortoise, the protective power of a bison, and the enduring strength of a walrus. their presence is calming, making those around them feel secure, as they exhibit a consistent, steadfast nature that doesn’t waver.

gemini rising - sparrow, monkey, and butterfly

body: light, quick, and agile, gemini risings have a lean build that allows for rapid movement, similar to a sparrow’s nimble form. they carry the playful energy of a monkey, showing a lively and expressive demeanor, while the delicate, fluttering grace of a butterfly adds a sense of lightness and charm. their body reflects a youthful, ever-active nature, constantly shifting and adapting to their environment. face: sharp, animated features with bright, inquisitive eyes that capture the alertness of a sparrow. their facial expressions are lively and change rapidly, similar to the playful curiosity seen in a monkey. they may have fine, delicate facial structures that resemble the soft, whimsical beauty of a butterfly, adding to their light and engaging appearance. aura: playful, energetic, and intelligent. gemini risings carry a dynamic and sociable energy, blending the lightness and freedom of a sparrow, the quick-witted and expressive nature of a monkey, and the delicate charm of a butterfly. their presence feels like a breeze—refreshing, unpredictable, and always in motion—sparking curiosity and encouraging interaction.

cancer rising - seal, koala, and panda

body: soft and nurturing, cancer risings often have a gentle, rounded build that reflects the comforting presence of a seal. their physique is compact, similar to a koala’s, emphasizing approachability and warmth, while the soft and cuddly nature of a panda adds a sense of protection and tenderness. they move with a slow, flowing grace, creating an inviting and soothing presence. face: round and expressive, with large, tender eyes that resemble the gentle and caring gaze of a panda. their expressions are soft and calm, showing warmth and empathy like a seal’s, and they possess a nurturing quality reminiscent of a koala’s peaceful demeanor. their cheeks are often full, giving them a youthful, approachable look that conveys comfort and care. aura: warm, gentle, and nurturing. cancer risings project an energy that feels soothing and protective, blending the tenderness of a panda, the comforting nature of a seal, and the nurturing presence of a koala. their aura creates a safe space, making others feel understood and supported in their presence, as they embody a sense of home and emotional safety.

leo rising - lion, peacock, and golden eagle

body: leo risings possess a powerful, athletic build reminiscent of a lion’s strength, combined with the tall, elegant posture of a golden eagle and the flamboyant beauty of a peacock. they have a commanding presence, with a fit, muscular frame that draws attention and exudes confidence. their movements are deliberate and graceful, embodying their regal nature. face: striking and bold, with prominent, angular features that evoke the majesty of a lion. their eyes are intense, like a golden eagle’s, projecting a sense of focus and strength. the dramatic flair of a peacock is seen in their expressive facial gestures, emphasizing their charisma and boldness. voluminous hair often enhances their presence, resembling a lion’s mane or a peacock’s extravagant display. aura: radiant, magnetic, and commanding. leo risings emit a confident and captivating energy that draws others in, blending the regal power of a lion, the focused intensity of a golden eagle, and the showy elegance of a peacock. their aura feels bright and uplifting, inspiring admiration and respect, as they naturally take center stage in any setting.

virgo rising - cat, antelope, and dragonfly

body: virgo risings have a slender and graceful build like a cat, with the agile, athletic form of an antelope and the delicate, light structure of a dragonfly. their bodies appear refined and controlled, moving with quick and precise movements that highlight their attention to detail. face: delicate and angular, with sharp, intelligent eyes similar to those of a cat. their expressions are thoughtful, often showing focus and calm observation. the sleek look of an antelope and the fine, intricate beauty of a dragonfly are reflected in their facial features, giving them an air of grace and sophistication. aura: calm, meticulous, and composed. virgo risings carry an energy that feels precise and thoughtful, combining the awareness of a cat, the grace of an antelope, and the lightness of a dragonfly. their presence is composed and organized, creating an atmosphere that feels efficient and intelligent, like everything is in its proper place.

libra rising - gazelle, swan, and dove

body: libra risings are long-limbed and elegant, with the slender and graceful build of a gazelle, the poised beauty of a swan, and the gentle softness of a dove. they have a balanced and proportional physique that moves fluidly and gracefully, appearing refined and harmonious. face: symmetrical and soft, with serene eyes that mirror the peaceful gaze of a dove. their facial features are refined, exuding the delicate beauty of a swan and the graceful movement of a gazelle. their skin and facial structure often appear smooth and well-balanced, enhancing their overall elegance. aura: harmonious, peaceful, and inviting. libra risings emit a calming and balanced energy that feels welcoming and graceful, combining the elegance of a swan, the charm of a dove, and the poise of a gazelle. their presence creates an atmosphere of beauty and harmony, making those around them feel at ease and inspired.

scorpio rising - wolf, scorpion, and raven

body: scorpio risings have a lean and muscular build, combining the stealthy, agile form of a wolf, the controlled precision of a scorpion, and the sleek, dynamic appearance of a raven. they move with purpose and fluidity, exuding an intensity that feels both powerful and mysterious. face: sharp and defined, with piercing eyes that convey the watchful, predatory gaze of a wolf. their facial features are intense and captivating, reflecting the enigmatic and precise nature of a scorpion and the mysterious allure of a raven. their expressions often appear serious, hinting at hidden depths and secrets. aura: intense, magnetic, and enigmatic. scorpio risings project a deep, transformative energy that feels both powerful and alluring, blending the loyalty and intensity of a wolf, the stealth of a scorpion, and the mysterious presence of a raven. their aura draws people in, creating a sense of intrigue and fascination that leaves others wanting to know more.

sagittarius rising - mustang, albatross, and otter

body: sagittarius risings have a tall, lean, and athletic build like a mustang, with the expansive, soaring energy of an albatross and the playful, flexible movements of an otter. they possess a fit physique that exudes freedom and vitality, moving swiftly and gracefully. face: bold and expressive, with bright, adventurous eyes similar to an albatross’s far-seeing gaze. their facial features are open and inviting, reflecting the playful nature of an otter and the wild, untamed spirit of a mustang. their expressions are often warm and enthusiastic, embodying their love for exploration and adventure. aura: adventurous, open, and enthusiastic. sagittarius risings carry an expansive, free-spirited energy that feels vibrant and uplifting, blending the speed and freedom of a mustang, the vision of an albatross, and the joyful playfulness of an otter. their presence encourages exploration and inspires others to embrace new experiences.

capricorn rising - ibex, owl, and mountain goat

body: capricorn risings have a sturdy and lean build like an ibex, with the disciplined structure of a mountain goat and the quiet, resilient presence of an owl. they move with precision and strength, reflecting their determination and focus. their physique often appears strong and fit, showcasing their resilience and their ability to navigate challenges with grace and endurance. face: angular, with a serious, observant gaze that mirrors the keen eyes of an owl. their facial features are defined and strong, showing the resilience of an ibex and the perseverance of a mountain goat. their expressions are composed and calm, highlighting their practical and methodical approach, often exuding an air of quiet authority. aura: disciplined, steady, and authoritative. capricorn risings exude a grounded energy that feels strong and reliable, blending the endurance of a mountain goat, the wisdom of an owl, and the resilience of an ibex. their presence is focused, instilling a sense of stability and determination in others, encouraging confidence and a sense of purpose in any environment they enter.

aquarius rising - octopus, crow, and gecko

body: aquarius risings possess a flexible and adaptable build like an octopus, combined with the sleek, dynamic presence of a crow and the agile, versatile movements of a gecko. they often have a slim and unique physique that reflects their individuality and adaptability. their movements are fluid and unpredictable, showcasing their readiness to adapt to new environments and embrace unconventional ways of moving through the world. face: distinctive features with bright, intelligent eyes similar to those of a crow. their expressions often carry a sense of curiosity and insight, reflecting the adaptability of a gecko and the enigmatic quality of an octopus. their facial structure is unique and may have an asymmetrical or unconventional charm, emphasizing their innovative and forward-thinking nature. aura: unconventional, innovative, and dynamic. aquarius risings project an energy that feels futuristic and adaptable, blending the intelligence and flexibility of an octopus, the sharp wit of a crow, and the resourcefulness of a gecko. their presence feels electric and intriguing, inviting others to think outside the box and approach life with an open and inventive mindset.

pisces rising - manatee, chameleon, and jellyfish

body: pisces risings often have a soft, rounded build like a manatee, combined with the fluid, adaptable movements of a jellyfish and the transformative nature of a chameleon. their physique appears gentle and calm, emphasizing a peaceful and approachable presence. they move with a serene, flowing grace that feels almost ethereal, embodying a sense of fluidity and adaptability to their surroundings. face: soft, gentle features with large, dreamy eyes that convey deep empathy and sensitivity, resembling a manatee’s warm and compassionate gaze. their expressions are fluid and often reflective, mirroring the chameleon’s ability to adapt and change. their overall look has an otherworldly quality similar to a jellyfish, with a soft and delicate appearance that enhances their mystical aura. aura: dreamy, empathetic, and fluid. pisces risings emit a soothing, nurturing energy that feels ethereal and adaptable, blending the gentle nature of a manatee, the flexibility of a chameleon, and the calming essence of a jellyfish. their presence creates a peaceful and intuitive atmosphere, making others feel at ease and inviting them into their compassionate and imaginative world.

[bernardsbendystraws]

𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 .ᐟ 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕

synopsis: Matt is obsessed with your lip gloss.

warnings: SMUT , obsessive!Matt, soft dom Matt, teasing, pervy Matt, flicking beans, and more.

ʚ with love and big tits, Rose ɞ

The lipgloss painted on your lips had driven Matt insane all fucking day. It wasn’t intentional on your end, but god…he was in pain from how bad he needed you.

He wanted your perfect lips messy. Matt needed to see your saliva drip down and smudge the pearlescent glitter—he needed to see you as he needy as he felt.

And it didn’t take long.

As soon as you two had gotten home and started cuddling, you were caught off guard by Matt’s behavior. He wouldn’t let you get up—or even move from your body being pressed directing onto his. His hands clamp possessively on your sides, frantically pulling you against him.

The lack of distance between your bodies answers your confusion about his behavior. You feel it, he’s hard—he’s throbbing.

A subtle grind of his hips makes your breath catch in your throat. Matt lets his hand palm and massage your thigh, his lips tracing delicate kisses on your neck—knowing it’s one of your weakness.

Anytime he kisses your neck he’s mesmerized how quick your energy shifts. Your hands grip harder, your breaths get shorter, and you…you always get so needy.

This time wasn’t any different. Desperation is audible with the sound of your nails scratching into the sheets. It’s intoxicating how blissful everything feels, but your body screams for more.

His efforts aren’t enough. Teasing isn’t sufficient for the pulse building between your legs. Your skin crawls for anything and the heat shriveling in your gut begs for something as soft pecks turn sloppier trailing down to your collarbone.

The weight of your body falls further against him. Air whispering on the wet trail of kisses has you in a daze. You’re hypnotized by the feeling of your body heating up warmly and aching for him to touch you more.

Matt lets out a breathy moan as you sway yourself back onto his hard bulge with sluggish, uncoordinated movements. You need him. You need him so bad that there’s little left but pure instinct.

“Matt…” you whine out.

Harsh breaths fan onto your neck as he continues ravishing you with hungry kisses. His hands falls forward. “Is this what you need, doll? Just want more, hm?” he rasps, dipping his hand through your pants to circle your clit over your underwear.

The broken moan that leaves your lips is encouraging to him. He lets himself find a good, slow pace while toying with the sensitive bud.

You can’t help but let your back arch against his front, but Matt is sure to keep you pinned against him. He wants to feel you writhe.

“You were teasin me all day, sweetheart…that damn lipgloss, I swear. Shouldn’t I return the favor?” His fingers start to pace even slower, a light pressure barely even palpable from his touch now.

“I…didn’t mean to, you—please,” you say, biting on your lip as you feel his chest vibrate with a low hum.

“Don’t worry, doll. I know you didn’t mean to and I—“ he lets his hand slide beneath the thin fabric of your panties.

There’s little hesitation as he swivels his nimble fingers through your wet heat, circling your hole for slick before dragging his hand back up to your swollen clit. “—I don’t tease my girl too much, no…I…” his pants are heavy against your neck.

A certain lace of lust found in his voice and his touches—one that makes you feel like a doll, not a toy. He’s playing with you. So intricately…so delicately…so obsessively….

”—I don’t do that, right? Always make my girl feel good…don’t you think, sweetheart?” he purrs.

The aggressive nods of your head awakens something in him—an even hungrier touch as he starts to grip you a little harder, pushing his fingers with more passion and starting to strum them delightfully against your clit.

A shriek leaves your mouth. Your hand grabs around his wrist in pure desperation. It’s too much.

“Want me to stop?” he asks.

Your grip becomes stronger, pulling his hand further into your underwear and your grind up into his touch. “N—no…I—fuck, please just…don’t stop, it—feels s’good, I,” you rush between breaths.

Matt hums, dipping his nose to run alone the subtle marks from his lips made on your neck just minutes ago. “Yeah? want me to keep playin with my doll, hm? I—fuckkkkkk, sweetheart…that’s right—“ drool is slipping from your lips as your mind runs blank. It feels so good. Nothing could float in or out of your mind. It’s just this—the pure bliss of his touch calming you to a numb state of pleasure.

“My messy girl—-fuck, my—my pretty doll.”

The sight of your drool sliding down and mixing with your lipgloss is even better than he had been imaging all day. It’s the perfect sight—it’s the perfect feeling. You look so messy, all ruined and he’s barely done anything. The way your body squirms is viciously beautiful to him. You can’t control yourself.

You’re a perfect mess.

And it’s all for him.

[nymphoniah]

come undone | logan howlett

paring: old man!logan x younger!reader

AN: i can't stop thinking about old man!logan guys, i think its turning into a problem um... but here's a quick drabble about you being needy, and him being the gruffy old man he is, you decide to take matters into your own hands <3

content/tags: NSFW, minors DNI (18+ only), old man!logan, explicit age gap (reader is in their 20's), logan spoils his girl, thigh riding, daddy kink, swearing, pet names

you find logan resting in his office, seated on his leather arm chair. his white button up is messily undone, revealing his worn out beater underneath. his chest hair peeking through the shallow neckline of the shirt, leaving your mind to wonder about.

he catches your gaze and flashes you a smile, "c'mon doll, sit in your old man's lap", he coos, signaling you to come over with his middle and pointer finger.

and how could you ever say no to logan?

you couldn’t help but approach him. curling up in logan’s lap, you rest your head against his broad chest. your fingers gently rubbing against his ribbed tank top that fits snug against him. his body isn’t what it once was before, but he still remains defined and muscular, filling the tank top perfectly.

logan’s salt-and-pepper beard tickles your rose tinted cheeks as you litter his face in kisses. you can’t help but take in his beauty, every wrinkle, scar, age spot; for him being over 200, he absolutely aged like wine.

moving your fingers from his chest to the shell of his ears, you swiftly remove his prescription glasses from his face. you press your lips gently against the crow’s feet that defined his tired eyes, making him crack a tiny smile.

“you’re so handsome, logan.” you sigh, placing his glasses onto the side table placed on his right. you rest your head back on his chest, taking a deep sigh. the scent of his cologne floods your senses, bourbon and vanilla.

you shift around, straddling yourself onto his left thigh. your legs wrapped around him like a vice whilst your core pulses for attention against his tense quad.

“looks like someone’s needy,” he teases, placing his firm hands on your hips, gently guiding you back and forth against him. “cmon baby, take it out on me.” you gently rock your hips, keeping a slow and steady pace.

with his old age, he’s lost his stamina for sure, but he always has the energy for you. making sure that you get off, anytime and anywhere. you’re his princess, and he always makes sure to spoil his sweet little girl.

your hips rock in tandem against his thigh as he rhythmically bounces his leg to match your pace. you mewl in pleasure, tilting your head back as ecstasy fills your mind.

logan places gentle, sloppy kisses against your neck, making sure to pay close attention to your pulse point. he’s nipping at the soft skin of your neck, concentrating on one area enough to leave a maroon bruise the next day.

both of your movements become more erratic. as your pace quickens, his hands move to your chest, groping your breasts, thumbs nimbly working at your buds, rolling and gently tugging on them.

you hiss out in pleasure, teetering on the edge of pain and pleasure. “so close…” you whimper, biting your bottom lip tightly to alleviate the growing tension in your stomach.

“let it out darlin', i know you can do it for me,” he grunts into your neck, his hands finding their way back to your hips, pushing you harder down onto him.

absolutely soaking through your panties, you can feel the patch of wetness you left on his light washed denim jeans. you’re faltering on the edge, not wanting to let yourself go so soon.

“c'mon, i know you want this princess," he murmurs into the shell of your ear, nibbling at your earlobe.

"let go for your daddy,” he groans as he pushes your hips down, forcing you to grind harder against him. logan utters a string of sweet nothings in your ear, ending with a you can do it darlin', and you finally tick.

you wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you, your pants becoming more and more exhausted. your hips thrust forward and hard around him one last time, and the knot in your stomach finally snaps.

“f-fuck logan, fuck!” you whine, your combined moans filling his office.

you gently pull away from him, pressing your forehead against his, your lust blown pupils meeting his stern gaze.

“yknow how to rile me up,” he says cheekily, gently molding your ass between his fingertips. “almost got me to come in my pants like a teenager,” logan snarkily adds.

“shut it old man,” you quipped, taking his glasses from the side table and placing them back on him so that they sit on the edge of his nose bridge. you press a quick kiss to his lips which soon formed into a smirk.

logan looks up at you through his glasses, hanging on the curve of his nose— a perfect sight you can never get enough of.

“now let me show you what this old man can do…”, he murmurs against your lips.

[dewdropdinosaur]

Kinktober Day 8: Cockwarming

Summary: You had no idea how you ended up in this position, slotted so prettily on your husband's aching cock as he left you to fend for yourself in the search for friction. Maybe you could convince him otherwise. Warnings: Cockwarming, the reader has a vagina, mentions of genitalia, pet names, etc. MDNI, 18+. You're responsible for your own media consumption. Kinktober Mention of the Day: @redvexillum Their writing is so scrumptious, I can't believe I am honored enough to exist in the same world as their masterpieces.

You could hardly stand it anymore, the teasing. How his smug smirk, nonchalant attention made your skin crawl in delicious ways that you wouldn’t dare to admit aloud. But he knew, you didn’t have to tell him. Your fingers dug into the plush velvet of your husband’s seat, weeping cunt slotted perfectly on his hard and angry cock. Hair disheveled, lips puffy and red from how hard his teeth had assulated them mere minutes ago…you couldn’t stand him anymore. 

The green light illuminated the office, allowing the soft pitter-patter of rain to take on an eerie glow through the oval window. Cascading streams of water glistened, letting the green street lights shake and shift across the floor with each passing droplet. When you had visited your husband late into the night, the Eye of Zaun hard at work scanning over various papers, you had no idea what would occur. With a steaming cup of tea in your hand, the whisps of steam wafting off it in a comforting air that could soothe even the worriest of worriers. You had crossed the hardwood floor, placed it gently on his desk as you propped yourself up on the corner. 

“Silco…it’s been hours.”

The world swam in that window’s green light, the hard maroon cushion,and those bi-colored eyes that penetrated your soul when he looked up to observe your form. Neither eye displayed much emotion to the untrained eye but after so long you could nearly tell what your husband was thinking. The orange eye held depths of a fire unknown and the loving rage of a thousand comets hurling towards each other with a fire too hot to be extinguished until they met. The blue, however,  the crystal blue one showed the most restraint surprisingly. You were wearing more casual clothes, a button up white shirt and a pair of maroon suit pants. Nothing you would have deemed anything worth the heated and lustful gaze you were receiving. 

“I know, my dear. But Zaun waits for no man.”

Filting around his chair, you sat in his lap, running your nimble fingers through the locks of his slicked back hair. Cooing softly as his head craned back in relaxation, you thought you had finally won him over for the night. 

“My dear, if you keep that up I will have no choice but to indulge myself in what else that heavenly body of yours can offer me.”

Choking back a surpirsed gasp, a frantic blush coating your cheeks, you halted your movements. You had no idea what had warranted such a bold reaction from the Industrailist, but here it seems that you had done something. 

That is how you ended up now, pussy full of cock, drooling onto the shoulder lining of Silco’s vest as he did nothing. Sliding slightly, attempting to get more friction, to feel him deeper inside you, his rough fingers came to grip your hips in a bruising manner. 

“Shhh now pet. You did this to yourself, looking so delicatable while I work.”  His breath was hot against the shell of your ear, one hand returning to scribble some notes down on the paper he was viewing while the other stayed on your hip. You let out a desperate whimper, grinding your hips down once more in a plea. Your nails dug into the fabric of his chair, tearing the material slightly. Growling into your ear that the friction you had caused, your husband roughly bucks his hips up into you. 

“Behave yourself. I’ll treat you well soon enough love…”

Guess you were here for a while then. 

[cherryite]

test drive

summary. you take your boyfriend, mark, for a ride (word count. 1.2k)

content. fem!reader x mark grayson, established relationship

warnings. MDNI!!!, plot?? what plot, smut, riding, car sex, unsafe sex, making out, semi public sex??

author's note. this is just silly and i wanted to write it there is literally no plot just raw dawging dude. its also super short, just wanted to do something quick hehe, anyway enjoy

Taking Mark out for ice cream in your new car was supposed to be a quick endeavor. Just a short drive to that park near your place, where you could sit side-by-side in your car and absolutely demolish your ice cream cones while the sun dipped below the horizon, leaving the sky streaked with lavender and gold, slowly slipping into darkness. You both had exams, because well, college is demanding (not to mention Mark has saving the world things to do most days) and studying is mandatory so you both don’t flunk out.

But how did he expect you to be able to resist him, sitting in your passenger seat, looking sexy as hell as he rants about the new edition of Senace Dog. It’s some new limited edition that sold out too fast, you’re not sure, you weren’t paying attention. You were watching the way the last bits of sunlight kissed the strong curve of his jaw, the way his biceps flexed when he gestured too dramatically. You were drinking in the way his dark eyes lit up when he got excited. There was no way you could resist. 

And that's how you ended up here.

Your hands are curled into the dark hair on the nape of his neck, pulling him closer to you like you’ll die if you don’t. His mouth moves against yours, hot and hungry, like you’ve both been starving. He tastes like rocky road ice cream and sugary waffle cones. At some point he had pulled you into his lap, you’re sure it’s to tease you. Because now you can feel just how hard he is beneath you, straining against his jeans, hot and thick.

He slips his tongue into your mouth, sliding it against yours, sensual and slow as your hands fumble with the button of his jeans. Your breath hitches when he lets out a soft, broken sound into your mouth. It’s barely a whine, barely a gasp. It draws a sharp roll of your hips from you as you successfully undo his pants, desperately sliding his pants halfway down his thighs. His underwear already has a wet spot, from where pre-cum leaked out of this throbbing tip. With a pleased groan, you cup his cock, squeezing it through his underwear, grinding on his lap like you’re in heat.

His head tips back slightly, lips parting around a shaky breath. “Fuck,” he murmurs, voice low and wrecked. “Mhm… feels good.”

 You take in the sight of him: his flushed skin, kiss bitten lips, the way his eyes stare up at you, wide with lust, pieces of his raven strands falling over his forehead. It takes your breath away.

“So pretty, baby,” you coo, cupping him tighter in your grip, drawing a whimper from him. He turns his head, cheeks dark and flushed, unable to look at you for a second. “Says you,” he mumbles, like he doesn’t believe it, like the words are too much to hold.

With a giggle, the sound shaky with need, you slide your nimble fingers past the band of his pants, slow and teasing, making him whimper again as you grip his length. He’s warm, hard, and twitching against your palm, already leaking for you. The moment your fingers wrap around him fully, his hips jerk up into your touch.

Your knees dig into the leather of the seats as they cage his hips in. Your sundress rides up high on your thighs as you shift in his lap, the material bunching around your waist. The fabric is soft, thin, ticking your bare thighs. The sensation is gentle and dizzying. His large hands slide up your legs, warm palms dragging against your bare skin with a kind of adornment that makes your breath catch.

You tighten your grip on his cock again, dragging it along your clothed cunt, the soaked fabric of your panties meeting his pulsing tip. His breath stutters, head falling back against the seat with a low groan that has your heart thudding wildly, his hips twitching only slightly with need. One of his hands leaves your thighs, tugging your underwear to the side, causing you to catch the tip of his dick in your slick cunt as you rub him through your sopping wet folds. 

You waste no time, pushing him inside of you, sinking on to his thick cock with a whine, your hands gripping his shoulders. You feel him tense beneath you, every inch drawing out another soft sound from his throat, another tremble shaking your thighs. His head falls forward, pressing his forehead to yours, breath mingling with his. 

“I thought this was just a quick ice cream run,” he murmurs, trying to control his breathing.

“It was,” you pant out shakily, lips brushing his as you speak, “until you looked like that in my passenger seat.”

“You say that like it’s my fault.”

“It is your fault,” you breathe, shifting on his lap, his cock straining against your slick walls. “Fuck, Mark.”

Mark’s hands slide from your thighs to your hips, trying to ground himself, but you can feel the tremble in his fingers as you grind down on him, burying him deep inside you, stretching against your plush pussy. Starting to slide up and down on his length, your jaw drops, shaky breaths falling from your lips. The car windows are significantly fogged up, the air thick with heat.

You move a little faster now, slick noises of your skin hitting his, lewd and devastating, as you continue chasing that tight pull in your belly that makes your breath come in soft gasps. The walls of your pussy squeeze him, drawing pretty noises from his mouth. Every time you sink down, you feel his body buck beneath yours, hear the soft curses falling from his lips, see the way his eyes barely stay open, drunk on the feeling of your warm heat. 

“‘M not gonna last,” he breathes, a whine lacing the words as you brace your hands on his chest, fucking yourself on his cock as you chase your release. You connect your lips again, it’s messy, full of heavy breaths and moans, your body arches into his, knowing you’re just as close as he is. His hips move upwards into you, his hands maintaining their grip on your hips, holding you in place as he fucks up into you.

He lets out a breathy whimper, his head falling to your shoulder, as his hips stutter. Warm, hot release coats the inside of you, and that's all it takes for you to cum with him. Your hips shake, trembling as he moves you up and down on his cock, pushing all his release deep inside you. Wetness covers your quaking thighs, your muscles aching pleasantly.

You both stay there, breathless and quivering, him still buried deep inside you. The windows are still significantly fogged up, the smell of sex hanging in the air. You practically collapse on his chest, breaths still uneven, skin slick with sweat. Mark’s hand soothes over your back, the other pulling the fallen straps of your dress back up, his touch gentle. He rests his cheek against the top of your head, clutching you close to him, his voice strained.

“You should take me for rides more often.”

[makeitworse]

IN MY RESTLESS DREAMS

you’re reminiscent of her— too much for him to just let you go.

contains: dark themes. f!reader x inho. pregnancy (reader replaces junhee). age gap (reader 20, inho late 40s). obsession. freudian bc it’s by me. taboo relationship. light smut. 18+

the instant his eyes fell to your stomach, in-ho’s vision blared with red.

such a young girl— you appeared barely more than just a child yourself. even beneath the baggy tracksuit there was a visible bump of your belly. that tiny sign of life, it changes everything.

who the fuck let you in?

thoughts sunk talons into his brain— jagged and furious. his fingers twitched at his sides, tempted to grab the closest guard’s radio and have you pulled from the island.

if in-ho had of known, he would’ve had the recruiter’s head mounted on his office wall. that sadistic fuck— approaching a young expecting mother.

it defiled the principles behind the games.

in-ho glanced at the fellow men of the team hovering over you— the two marines: gi-hun’s friend and his ponytailed lackey. they were here to pay off debts caused by their own stupid, selfish choices. that wasn’t you. it couldn’t be.

his chest tightens, a fragmented memory of his late wife wafting through his mind. how she was determined to go through the surgery knowing she was pregnant. just as you were here, putting you and your baby’s life on the line, aware of the risks.

it left a rotten taste on his tongue. you weren’t trash— not like the other players. you were just a young (albeit naive) girl who presumably joined the games to support her child.

it was admirable, taking up the promise for money from a dodgy man in a suit for the good of your baby. he respected your courage— but he can’t feel anything other than dread for this next game. how were you meant to fair in the pentathlon with such a hindrance?

in-ho watched you talk amongst the team. they were curious, prying about the details of why you were here in such a state.

you remained nonchalant. you’re speaking about your pregnancy like it barely inconvenienced you— you just happen to be more hungry and less nimble than the other players.

you reminded him of his wife’s spirit. hell, even your features and your demeanour distantly resembled her. you could be her twin.

“you’re very brave, coming here.” in-ho’s voice cut through the others.

you give him a small smile, which he returns thoughtlessly.

the announcement of time up rings out through the room, and each team of five is directed to sit in rows.

player 388 was practically hanging off of you. there was a feeling simmering under in-ho’s skin— jealousy wasn’t quite the name for it. he just knew you should be talking to him in place of the boy. you hadn’t smiled at him like you did for in-ho.

of course, 388 made a (pathetic) attempt to sit next to you. in-ho lightly pushed him with his hand, stepping in front.

“you don’t mind if i sit here, do you?”

388 looked like a deer in headlights. in-ho had tried to keep his voice even, but there was a palpable shift in his energy. something dark. something unlike the player 001 they’ve come to know.

wordlessly, he steps aside with a meek nod. in-ho steals the spot next to you as all the players sit and listen to the instructions.

as the games are being explained, in in-ho’s peripheral he catches 388 craning his head to stare at you past him. as if in-ho’s not even there.

he claimed the seat next to you for a reason. in-ho glances at 388 with a still, yet intense, gaze— though he can’t contain how his lip twitches.

388 crumbles under the weight of in-ho’s stare, quietly leaning back in his spot.

that’s what i thought.

the first teams are called to the tracks. as their ankles are being shackled, in-ho turns to you, leaning in closer than he should. he angles his back to shield you from 388’s prying eyes.

“what was your name?” he keeps his voice low.

your brow quirks as you reveal your name. you pronounce it like it’s a question.

in-ho chuckles at that, trying out the sound of your name on his tongue. despite yourself, you smile with him.

“aren’t you a little young to talk to strange men in the subway?”

“old enough, since i’m talking to another one.” his expression, the faux warmth, drops ever so slightly. you just snicker at his reaction. “i’m twenty.”

in-ho exhales, recollecting himself. a pregnant twenty year old, condemned to this island and these games under his watch. he curses under his breath.

“what?”

“ah, it’s just..” his gaze falls to your stomach again. instinctively, you place a comforting hand over it.

“i can take care of myself.” you assert.

he nods, his mouth curving into a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “i have no doubt.”

the crack of a gunshot to signal the game beginning makes both of your heads turn— as does in-ho’s stomach.

you’ll have to participate in this state. you’re carrying your baby with you.

rumination swirls in in-ho’s mind as he stares at you, watching the players in the pentathlon.

since taking up the mantle of frontman, in-ho had locked his grief in a box and kept them out of reach on the top shelf of his brain. and now here you were, embodying the soul of his late wife— knocking the box off the shelf and spilling its contents all over the floor.

you’ve got that same stubborn glint in your eyes, that same curve of your belly with life blooming inside. it wasn’t a mere coincidence that you approached in-ho and his group. and perhaps neither was the recruiter inviting you to the games.

this was fate. a second chance. in-ho would save what he couldn’t back then. you’d be the wife and child he’d succeed in protecting.

he’ll make sure of it.

“how far along are you?” in-ho murmurs.

you turn your attention to him, away from the game. the time was almost up for the players. he didn’t want you to witness the incoming bloodshed.

“seven months soon.” you whisper back.

in-ho reaches for you, and when you don’t budge, he rubs your arm reassuringly. you trade smiles. to you it’s an act of warmth. but in embracing in-ho’s touch, you’ve just let him mark you as his. you’ll come to understand that.

he needs to make certain of it. so, though he shouldn’t pry, he asks: “and the father?”

your smile fades. you shake your head, and your eyes falter to the ground, searching for comfort away from his. in-ho squeezes your shoulder— and he notices the slightest flinch from you.

“it’s okay.” you meet his gaze again, and he musters the kindest smile he can manage. he can’t recall the last time it could come to him naturally. “you’ve got me now.”

at that, your eyes light up. a glimmer of hope.

staring back into his, he can’t imagine there’d be little more than void for you to find.

you jolt at the sound of rapid gunfire. time had run out for the contestants. as if on instinct, you’re curling into in-ho’s chest, and he’s leaning forward to catch you in an embrace.

you shudder against him as he holds you through the noise of the slaughter. in-ho places a hand on your scalp, shushing you as he gently strokes your hair.

he dismisses the heads turning in your direction, particularly of the pony-tailed boy sitting next to him.

let it be known that you’re his. of course, you just hadn’t been told yet. but you’ll learn.

you weren’t scum. you weren’t a leech with bottomless greed. not like the others, those that the games were designed to cull. you didn’t belong here.

but now, you belonged to him. you were redemption. and he would redeem his shortcomings of his past with you— by any means necessary.

and this time around, he wouldn’t simply love you. he wouldn’t just hope for the best. hope is what got people killed.

no, he’d own it. control it. lock it down so tight no one can take it from him. you.

you push yourself from him, keeping your gaze from meeting his. he caught how your eyes were glossy.

“we’ll get you out of here.” he says, and he means it. “i’ll make sure of it.”

and he can. you may hate him for what he’ll have to do to keep his word. but you’ll be safe.

in-ho offers his open palm to you. and, like a silent agreement to his promise, you take it.

you will live. your baby will live.

our baby.

your team scraped by with a win. no thanks to in-ho, who’d been intentionally flunking his turn at spinning top.

he would’ve watched the others be shot dead with a grin, particularly 388— who he could’ve sworn was fucking holding your hand during the pentathlon.

you didn’t need his help. you didn’t need anyone that wasn’t in-ho.

after the game’s conclusion, the players sat around in groups, conversing while waiting for the next vote.

your team learned each other’s names. you softly repeated his once he stated it: young-il. it’s sweet, and it’ll be even sweeter when he hears his real name from your lips.

you go to stand, excusing yourself to the bathroom. before 388 (or dae-ho, as he’s learned) can get a word out, in-ho’s already offering to walk you there.

“thank you,” you mumble, in-ho at your side as you cross the room of bunks. the other players stares weighed heavy. “the bathroom guard makes me so uncomfortable. sometimes i’d rather have just wet the bed.”

in-ho chuckles from his chest. “really? well, i could tell him off.”

you scoff. you laugh it off together— as if he’s not serious.

he’d order them to put their gun to their head and pull the trigger if that’s what you so wished. anything for the mother of his kid.

in-ho waited in the corridor for you, giving you a reassuring smile as you disappeared into the ladies bathroom. he turned his gaze to the guard, hardening his face.

the guard returned an almost imperceptible nod. the message was clear.

in-ho’s head tilts at the sound of an approaching voice. as they get closer around wall, he recognises it as player 124: the one he ruffed up in front of everyone, alongside that purple-haired loudmouth.

“haven’t you seen how she walks? that old bastard must be having fun with her—”

in-ho’s stare was cold as they encountered him, stopping in their tracks.

player 124 exposes himself by stumbling over his words, grabbing at his dyed-haired friend’s sleeve for support.

in-ho moves to come off leaning the wall, and then 124 cracks.

“i’m sorry, sir. it was just a joke.” he takes a measly step back. “i’m sorry for speaking about your daughter like that.”

230 nods along, albeit his mind was clearly in a different place.

they’re idiot junkies who’ll probably kill each other in the special games. in-ho just needs to keep an eye on you until then, if they try anything. in that case he’ll kill them with his own hands.

your face appears on the other side of the ladies door as it swings open. in-ho turns his stare away from the men standing in front of him, and they usher into the male bathroom.

“did they want a round 2?” you quip.

in-ho shakes his head. he gives a low chuckle, but there’s no humour in it.

the tide of the vote had turned to the O’s once again. as gi-hun placed the last, fruitless vote— in-ho glanced at you, watching as you placed a hand over your stomach. this time wasn’t in comfort, but dread. you had to go through another game while carrying a child. his child.

in-ho stayed by your side. you even let him place a comforting hand on your knee, and his thumb drew soft circles over the fabric of your pants.

he’ll make it up to you for having to endure this under his watch. soon, you’ll be elsewhere— some place safer and sunnier. the three of you.

as there’s calls for lights out, in-ho takes his chance. he gets your attention by saying your name softly.

“would you be comfortable sharing my bed? i’d sleep easier, knowing you’re safe.”

your mouth parts slightly as you listened. it was forward, but he harboured no ill intent. you could tell that much. the corner of your lip curved with a smirk.

“i’m not too young to share a strange man’s bed?”

in-ho’s face twitches. he bites his tongue until he tastes copper.

clearly, you already have.

he composes himself with a smile. it wasn’t your fault. and with in-ho, you won’t feel hurt like that again.

the bed was barely wide enough for one person, let alone two. the thin mattress wasn’t any more comfortable than stone.

it wasn’t enough for you. nothing in this place is. but in-ho reminds himself that he’ll make it all up to you— in the meantime, it was enough to sleep under the same covers as him. breathe the same air.

in the dark, he watched your silhouette. your hair spilling over the pillow, the curve of your hip under the sheet. the rise and fall of your belly with each breath.

you shifted in your spot, letting out a soft exhale as you rolled over to face in-ho. the glow of the ceiling piggy bank illuminated your face. your eyes flutter open, brows crinkling when you notice he’s already looking at you.

“you’re still awake.” you whisper.

he didn’t answer. just nodded, eyes trained on your mouth. your lips were red raw, bitten from anxiety. he wanted to soothe them. he wanted to do a lot of things.

you scooted closer. “i don’t think i can sleep.”

what little distance there was between your bodies before, was now nonexistent. your arms, cradled against your chest, pressed against in-ho’s shirt. your knee bumped his. and your face— you were a mere breath away.

before he can think it, in-ho’s hand reaches for your waist. warm. possessive.

“you’re safe now,” he tells you quietly. “nothing will touch you while i’m here.”

your hand finds his chest, resting lightly over his shirt. “even if it’s you?”

in-ho’s mouth twitches. thoughtlessly, his fingers dig further into your waist. “i don’t count.”

you answer wordlessly, tilting your chin up to align with his face. your fingers curl at his chest, and your lips part ever so slightly. tentative— inviting.

then his mouth is on yours.

it was soft at first. just a question, not a demand. but when you pressed your body against him, something snapped.

the level-headed young-il act slipped off. in-ho kissed you like a crazed man. like he’d been starving, and you’re his only saving grace.

you mewl into his mouth, and he slides his hand under your shirt in kind— warm against your stomach, palm ghosting the swell of your belly before drifting upward.

he swallowed your breath, teasing his tongue against yours. he grinded his hips once— slow, hard.

you met it with impatience. clutching the fabric of his shirt, pressing yourself against his arousal with a soft whimper into his mouth. in-ho responded with a groan.

you repeat the action, kissing him needily as you rock against him— before in-ho pulls back, breathing hoarsely.

“no, not yet.”

you stare at him, left wanting. in-ho kisses your temple.

“another night.” he promises, dragging the pad of his thumb across your lower lip. you try to close your lips around it, but he retracts his hand with a hiss. “so impatient.”

in-ho pulls you against his chest, arms embracing you. you don’t fight it.

“sleep now. i’ve got you.”

even if you’d rather die playing these games, your fate belongs to him now.

and once this show was over— when the last body hit the floor and the last mask was hung up, he’ll quietly take you to his quarters. somewhere he can make certain you’re safe, somewhere no one knew your name but him.

you might hate him for it. maybe you’ll scream and cry and thrash about. but he was the father that stayed, protected you and your child.

and that makes you his— whether you like it or not.

note: this idea hasn’t left me alone so here it is expanded. also, it’d be wrong not to credit @murderofravens for inspiring me to even write for inho. go check her work out! (while writing this, i also learned of a s3 theory that junhee will give birth during the games and then inho steals her baby so.. there’s that.)

tags: @lightinbug @sherrayyyyy @ferrarifinnick @namsgyu @riddlerloveb0t @loveesiren @ttturnitup @avsarchivez

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one piece men + sex toys | nsfw

alr so this got way out of hand. originally all of these were supposed to be short paragraphs per man but they turned into small short stories. the lengths vary and the tone changes in each one but i hope u guys enjoy (∩˃o˂∩)♡

characters: monkey d. luffy, roronoa zoro, vinesmoke sanji, portgas d. ace, sabo, eustass kid, killer, trafalgar d. law

cw: lowercase, afab! reader, vibrators, fingering, dildos, female masterbation, fleshlight, drinking, blindfold (on reader) , handcuffs (on reader), vaginal sex, biting, sex machine, mention of anal, dildo receiving oral, body pillows, virgin! loser! law, no beta

cw nicknames used: atta girl, lady, chic

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monkey d. luffy

u and luffy were resting in your bed, enjoying some of the rare leisure time the crew had. u were reading a book robin lent u while he laid over ur lap, lazily soaking up some warmth. he had been fishing w usopp and chopper earlier when he got kicked our of the group for 'free balling' some sashimi and eating chopper's catch raw. eventually he got too bored of staying still and began to shift around on ur legs, deciding to move his hands around ur sheets.

his nimble fingers moved in patterns, drawing random shapes until he came across a bump in between ur blankets. it was sort of in the shape of a slender pill bug which excited him. pulling the mysterious shape out, it was in fact not an insect but something pastel and smooth. this both disappointed and intrigued him.

“hey what’s this pink thing”

ur novel flew across the room faster than usopp’s legs when he sees a new island. u attempted to grab the small vibrator out of ur captain’s hands, horrified of the situation u had found urself in. while u and luffy have been in a loose romantic relationship for a while neither of u had made any moves into sex territory, so the prospect of him finding ur vibrator was very unprepared for.

unluckily for u before u could take it back he had inspected it closer and came to a realization on his own. his own cheeks becoming a faint red color to match the ribbon on his hat.

“oh i know what this is. i think sanji’s magazines w naked people had one of these before”

u weren’t exactly surprised at his exclamation, but also a little peeved considering u were hoping to exit the uncomfortable situation by lying to him about the actual use of the toy.

“do u want me to use it on u?”

if ur eyes could bulge out like a rubber hose cartoon character ur sure they would have bc that was the last question u expected him to ask. his eyes sparkled with something akin to hope and paired well w his cheeky smile urging u to say yes.

u hesitated on ur answer so luffy tried to provide further explanation.

“sanji says girls use these to feel good, yea? well we’re together and i wanna make u feel good. so u shouldn’t have to use this alone, i’ll be there w u”

cursing and praising the pervy cook u nod ur head, feeling heat rise to ur face at his proposal.

-`♡´-

ur captain’s fingers piston themselves in and out of ur sloppy cunt w cute clicking noises as he holds the vibrator steady on ur clit. u can feel urself becoming over stimulated from the amount of pressure he’s applying on the bundle of nerves. the consistent rhythm of the toy massaging ur clit along w the rough pads of his fingers massaging ur g spot send u to ur climax sooner than anytime by urself.

as u pulse on his hand he watches in awe as more sticky fluids seep onto his palm, coating him in glossy slick. big dark eyes peer up at u and maintain eye contact as he removes himself and licks all of u off his hand. luffy returns the stationary vibrator to ur clit but this time moves spreads ur thighs wider allowing his head to be slotted right in front of ur cunt.

his tongue accompanies the low buzzing sound and u never want to feel good alone again.

roronoa zoro

u and zoro were working out together above deck until u both decided that u needed to take a break. he mostly spent all his time doing weight training that hardly seemed practical while u stuck to more traditional forms of exercise. u left to go hit the showers while he did whatever ppl who only shower once a week do.

after u got out of the showers u noticed the girls room door was already open, but u didn’t think much of it considering it meant either robin and nami had enough of the boys for today or zoro still wanted to hang out.

turns out the latter was true, which was fine, however there were two things that kept u from truly being just fine.

the first of them being that u were still in a towel and needed to both dry off, as well as clothe urself before u could let ur human moss stink up ur room. the second being that as u walked in ur eyes immediately zeroed in on ur dildo in his hands.

one of his eyebrows was already raised but when he noticed ur presence he shot a devious smirk ur way that told u u were not leaving this situation without fourth degree embarrassment.

“i mean i knew u were flexible and all but i didn’t think u had this in u”

ur mouth hung open at his comment, and he gestured the silicone cock closer to u for emphasis. sure u had gotten a toy that was somewhat larger than the average size, but was that not the point of plastic? and who is he to judge u?

“oh please judging by ur reaction u’ve never seen something so big. must be nice to finally hold something larger than a pencil”

his eyes narrow, but squint at the challenge u seem to be presenting.

“yea? and i’d like to see u take half of this without giving up or passing out”

-`♡´-

zoro never considered himself a gluttonous man, however the way u take ur dildo makes him want to consume u. the fat lips of ur cunt squeeze the faux veins of the toy as u slowly shove it inside of u. he swears he can almost feel the way u clench down when the silicone tip rubs against ur sensitive walls.

finally as the base kisses ur ass u let out a small cry from the feeling of being so stuffed. u never had someone watch u as u mounted the dildo before and the prominent hard on in zoro’s pants made it hard to think abt the bet he gave u. the pride inside of u was already fed from successfully shoving the whole thing inside of u, however the shallow breathes from the guy in front of u wasn’t bad either. in small thrusts u started to fuck urself w the toy, bathing in the sounds and smells of lube and sex.

ur vision trailed up when u noticed zoro’s hand slip under the waistband of his pants. when u got a view of his hard cock u almost came on ur toy right then and there.

well, u can’t always be right.

vinsmoke sanji

u enjoyed helping sanji in the kitchen esp when he allows u little tastes of the meal before it’s served here and there. u guys were cooking up a wonderfully savory soup and luffy already had to be kicked out thrice before he ate any of the ingredients. sanji was chopping up some vegetables while u monitored the pot. occasionally u stirred it around and accidentally u splashed some of the broth on his dress shirt.

being the sweetheart he is, he waved it off and told u it was no problem and only asked if u could bring him a new one from the guys room. obliging and feeling mighty guilty u dashed off and went rummaging through his dresser.

to ur surprise u not only found him a new shirt but what u first thought was a flashlight (in the drawer?) however under further inspection found out it was a flashlight. gripping the toy with surprise, u don’t hear the blond come up behind u to retrieve his garment only to be shocked by ur discovery as well.

the looks of horror exchanged by the both of u bounce of the walls of the ship as he stumbles to articulate the words for an explanation.

However, before he can get a sensible sentence out, u take the initiative to step closer with both the fresh shirt and pocket pussy in arms. placing a hand on his chest u attempt to calm him and offer much needed relaxation in his time of stress.

“how abt u loose the stained shirt and i give ur hands a break?”

-`♡´-

sanji’s naked torso bared itself to u almost as deliciously as his flushed out face. his hair was sticking to his forehead from the copious amounts of sweat that ran down his body after u ripped orgasm after orgasm from him. his hips bucked uselessly into the toy despite already being fully flush with the silicone. u were sat on the side of his bed jerking the toy up and down his needy cock.

lube and semen covered his own trail of hair from the base of his shaft to his navel. ur soft hand ran through the mess and in tickling fashion caused his eyes to snap shut and his back to arch into ur touch. he hoped and prayed to the gods above that u would offer the feeling of ur own real pussy to him. how he dreamed of being inside of u instead of his stupid toy, fucking it pathetically each night to ur name.

his eyelids fluttered open when he felt something lacy lightly slap his face. some prayers truly r answered.

portgas d. ace

ace was a regular when it came to the infirmary on the moby dick. technically all u girls were really meant to care for whitebeard, however when u weren’t monitoring his bloodwork, ensuring he takes his medications, and hooking up his ivs, u had fire first ace to take care of.

for a logia user he sure got hurt a lot, cuts and bruises always seemed to appear on his skin despite the ability to easily burst into flames when he needed to avoid danger. u didn’t mind fixing him up, however, he was always a good chat as well as a pretty face to warm ur day.

this particular night a large portion of the crew was celebrating an intense battle they faced. due to ur captain’s large territory throughout the grand line, u often needed to defend islands when rival pirate groups underestimated the older generation’s strength.

booze, greasy food, and music danced jovially around the deck and while u would’ve loved to join in on the festivities, u also had quite a long day.

so u slinked back into ur cabin where the other nurses stayed as well and enjoyed the rare moments of solitude on the ship. ur uniform was replaced w ur evening slip and u snagged an unopened bottle of wine to pair w a book u had begged ace to retrieve while he was away.

dimming a few of the candles that lit the room, u bent over to blow out one further away from ur bed when a large flame shot out of the wick. before utter fear could take root in ur face, however, thick eyebrows and sun kissed freckles smiled back at u from the embers.

ur self restraint allowed u to wait until ace fully completed his transformation to shove him playfully in the ribs.

“i didn’t see u at the party!”

a twinge of guilt was overshadowed by awe when u saw how genuinely concerned ur second division commander looked at u. explaining the situation to him he merely raised one of those thick eyebrows, ran a hand through his dark greasy hair, and shot u a sly grin.

“ah no i get it. sometimes u just gotta rub one out. or in? is that what chics say?”

staring at him w incredulous shock u tried to comprehend how he for some reason interpreted ur words as code for u needing to masturbate. either he got hit in the head one too many times or u were more tired than u thought.

ace walked past u and nudged ur vibrator peaking out from underneath ur sheets. the pretty pink silicone almost glowing the atmosphere u set for the room. ur mouth hung wide open, aghast u made such a mistake of leaving it out like that, and in front of a cremate no less.

he turned back to u and plopped himself on the bed, arms stretched out behind him. patting his thigh with one hand and using the other to remove his hat he gestured over to u.

“c’mon let me take care of u tonight”

-`♡´-

the low hum of ur toy sent perfect waves of pleasure into ur clit and throughout ur body. with both of his arms hooked under ur knees ace easily spread u wide for ur little vibrator to gently massage ur nerves. despite ur begging for a higher setting or his own fingers, he denied ur requests until u orgasmed again in his lap. he wouldn’t even talk to u, he would just suck sweet hickies onto the side on ur neck and collarbone and shake his head no, tickling ur face, when u asked him to go harder.

eventually u felt the knot twist and tighten in ur belly. ur pelvis shifted around in his grasp, attempting to free u from his constricting hold and take control. luckily u were no pirate and ace held u down w no problem, letting u cum all over ur vibrator as u whined abt nothing in particular.

ace removed the toy from ur puffy clit and allowed u a few seconds of respite before plunging his thick fingers into ur welcoming cunt. yknow he actually thinks he’s beginning to understand this whole care taker thing.

“atta girl”

sabo

u really needed to clean ur room. to be honest it wasn’t as bad as koala claimed it was, but u’ll admit w all the missions and paperwork u may have been slacking in the organization department. it was easy to loose track of the lesser important tasks at hand when ur trying to bring down the world government.

ur very lucky ur boyfriend was there to help u tidy up ur place, esp considering how packed his schedule is, the two of u barely spend alone time together as it is.

as u pushed open ur door w ur hip, u already found the blond hunched over ur small desk trying to sort all the stationary u’ve left array over the past few months. sighing u kiss the top of his head and get to work underneath ur bed, dusting off what seemed to be library books far past their due from another island.

tucking those away for future u to worry abt, u crouched next to sabo in his chair. u dreaded looking through ur drawers, quite frankly not remembering what sort of junk u threw in there in the past. u asked him if he could get the left side so u could focus on the right and almost immediately he got to work. guess thats why he’s chief of staff.

while u were rummaging through a bunch of knick knacks, some including memories u happily showed ur boyfriend, sabo also found something of interest.

“hey, u never introduced me to these before”

glancing in his direction u saw the pair of leather handcuffs dangling from his index finger. ur expression switched from nostalgic to humiliated immediately, cursing urself for allowing such a thing to be carelessly thrown in w the rest of this junk.

up until now, u and sabo never used anything besides a bit of lube when it came to sex, so for him to discover something so different of u was nerve wracking. snatching the cuffs back from him, u patiently waited for some sort of reaction from him.

what u were met w was not the disgust or uncomfortable u expected but in fact a ‘wait a minute’ and after a quick jog down the hall to his own quarters he returned w a silk sash in his hands.

“when i first started yknow um, yea, i was nervous to see my partners’ reaction to the rest of the scarring on my body. the blindfold helped me ease them into it, and i guess myself as well”

u didn’t really have any words to share, ur own kink hardly stemming from something as sentimental or sweet as his own. u were glad he felt like he could share something so personal like that, as well as seemingly come over that hurdle, considering it’s ur first time hearing of it. after taking a break on ur room cleaning, the two of u conversed deeper into the topic until u decided to take his hands in urs and acknowledge the looming conversation to be had.

“so neither of us have really discussed toys in our sex life before. if that’s something ur also into, im up for it as well”

-`♡´-

ur arms were raised above ur head and bound together by the thick leather of ur handcuffs. ur chest was forced upwards in this position giving sabo easy access to trail his tongue around ur perky nipples. the silk blindfold deters ur vision so every chaste touch he leaves on ur body leaves u wondering were the next one will be. sweet licks trail up from ur tits to ur collarbone, giving the skin a harsh nip. u cry out from the pressure, shivering from the way it left tingles running up ur spine.

his swollen cock head rubs circles around ur cunt, gathering slick until he’s ready to push in. the feeling of ur heat already sending beads of precum dripping out of his tip. u want him to stuff u with his cock already, the lack of mobility and vision making it harder for u to wait. when he finally allows himself to cave into ur welcoming pussy ur hands want to instinctively grasp his shoulder blades, hindered by the chains.

the afternoon ended up being full of sweat, orgasms, and kink discovery, leaving ur bedroom floors messier than when u started.

eustass kid

kid was always inventing something new, even early into his childhood he enjoyed playing in the scrapyard and putting together whatever he could find. he enjoyed reworking the metal gears and bolts inside of smaller mechanics washed up on the south blue shore and studying their deconstructed parts. his devil fruit only made this hobby of his easier into adulthood.

when u joined kid’s crew he felt the immediate spark between the two of u. it was just something u knew as the magnet magnet devil fruit user. killer told him everyone can actually feel shared feelings and it was called ‘mutual attraction’ but quite frankly he thinks that’s a load of bs. if that was really true than a lot more ppl should’ve made moves on each by now.

either way, excited by ur presence on his ship, he took out most of his exhilaration in his workshop. working on something that would really woo u. not that u needed to be impressed, but he still wanted to make u feel special. what was meant to be a few pieces of scrap welded into the shape of roses turned into a full scale sex machine.

focusing on what would increase ur pleasure to the maximum his contraption would not only penetration all ur cute holes but give him a good show as well. after weeks of progress he really only had a single problem. u guys weren’t together yet.

only after a handful of months and then some did u two officially begin a relationship, what felt like eons of destroying rival pirates and marines w u finally developed into a fully fledged commitment. it had been a while since he had touched that 'gift' he made for u in the beginning, so long he had forgotten it sat in the back of his workshop during ur grand tour.

ur eyes shone w wonder as he showed off all of his private inventions, not yet revealed to the rest of the crew, nonetheless the broader public. his ego felt like a golden retriever puppy brought into a kindergarten class with all the praise u shed him and it was only when u pointed to the strange chair thing that he began to waver.

the design was not exactly discreet, having multiple sex toys and dildos attached to the pistons on the end of the seat. he refused to lie and claim it was something he used on himself, he doubts that would exactly add to his rough and tough persona (no kid we love pegging in this house) so his only option was to awkwardly reveal the truth. u were already stuck w him this far in, surely this couldn't be that bad of a deal breaker.

"soo have u tested it?"

sheepishly he answers with a small "no", that sounds a little too high pitched in his usual rougher scottish drawl.

"then what r we waiting for?"

-`♡´-

it took him a while to fully strap u into the chair and position u perfectly. w enough lube and heavy petting u were successfully restrained, with ur holes stretched just enough to be penetrated easily. siting back on his own stool, kid watched intently as ur cunt began to swallow the smooth head of the dildo. u both decided that the one tapping ur ass would only be used if u could handle the first.

ur legs shake as u take more and more of the plastic inside of u, feeling the intricate and creative ridges on the mold. when one of the ribs presses against a particularly spongey spot ur back arches against the restraints. ur tongue lolled out from the intensity of being fucked by something so non-human and u began to let out moans u don't think u've even heard in porn.

through the reflection of the goggles on his head u could see ur pathetic body twist and turn from getting fucked by a machine. how u loved the mind of ur perverted genius.

killer

u and killer got along as the rational duo in the kid pirates. with ur batshit crazy captain and equally as riled up crew mates both of u found solace in being the only ones without loose screws. it was nice being the sensible pirates in a group of barbarians.

which is why despite killer being first mate and second in command, he often found himself in ur presence. whether it be helping u w chores, asking ur opinion on the next route, or even just chatting abt daily life, the two of u got along better than almost kid and him.

which is why it confused and hurt him to hear that there was something that u haven’t talked to him abt.

this all started when he overheard hip and house gossiping w each other and he noticed ur name drop. walking over he tried to gain a better picture of what they were discussing but noticing his presence the two girls abruptly stopped and scurried away. knowing ur good relationship w the two he doubted it was anything malevolent, however even as first mate what was so secret that even he couldn’t handle it?

the second time he was thwarted by this topic was during dinner. he had cooked a rather impressive large hog for the entire crew, but the pork chops were the last thing on his mind when quincy leaned down and whispered something in ur ear while giggling causing u to blush. while washing the dishes together he asked what her joke was and u dodged the question like he was shooting bullets at u. u always let him in on jokes :(

during the monthly girls sleepover night (u all sleep in one cabin anyways. no one really gets it.) emma challenges u to a truth or dare, absentmindedly u pick dare and all the girls in the room share devious smirks of mischief. a quick conference of whispers r shared and then adjourned before they give u ur dare.

“we dare u to show killer ur little, sorry no actually big secret!”

ur shoulders dropped in defeat as the second u saw their grins u knew ur fate was sealed. u also knew truth or dare was scared on the victoria punk so there really wasn’t any getting out of this either. gathering the designer shoe box from underneath ur bed u trudge out of the girls room in defeat with the sound of high pitched squealing and laughing behind u.

first mate came w some privileges. one of which was not having to share a room w the rest of the crew, save for kid. although kid hardly spent any time in their shared room, usually down in his workshop tinkering away on some new shit. so when u showed up in killers doorway with ur dildo in hand and a prayer he wouldn’t end ur friendship right then and there, at least u knew ur captain wouldn’t have to experience the worst second hand embarrassment of the century.

if u could see killer’s eyes u would assume they were as wide as saucers. before u could continue ur semi-planned explanation he dramatically scanned the rest of the hall for bystanders and then pulled u inside his bedroom, slamming the door shut.

“u actually use that thing? and u put it inside u?!”

“uh yea”

silence overtook the two of u and for the first time u felt the judgement that the both of u normally expressed for others turned on urself. the gravity of ur mistake began to overtake u and shame started to bubble and toil within ur chest.

“i mean, i’m here”

ur eyes flick up to the taller man, unfortunately not only is his statement confusing, his expression is concealed with that stupid mask.

he cleared his throat and tried again. “if u ever wanted to try out a real person that is”

-`♡´-

killer’s thick cock bullied its way into ur cunt, stretching ur walls more than ur toy ever did. the soft stinging left pricks of pleasure after a few seconds and every little shift made u appreciate the heaviness of his shaft. ur mouth was busied on ur dildo, sucking on the squishy plastic and working it down ur throat. u made sure to make a show of taking the next few inches knowing that killer’s intense gaze would be focused on ur lips.

his hand began to massage ur stomach, pressing down and rubbing the layers of flesh separating him from his cock. the pressure felt oh so perfect and u couldn’t help but clamp down on him, especially after his fingers dipped to roll small soft circles on ur clit. killer thrusts shallowly into ur cunt, savoring the way u hug him and practically drag him back inside of u. ur muffled moans reverberate on the silicone and he groans at the thought of u taking him in ur mouth as well.

ur somewhat perplexed ur never bothered killer in taking care of ur sexual needs but ur happy u let him have his way w u that night. after all, it’s the sensible thing to do.

trafalgar d. law

law enjoyed his private space. that much could be seen by anyone who knew him after five minutes. he especially enjoyed keeping his personal collections private. such things range from his coins, sora warrior of the sea comic books, and yes sora merchandise.

there was one person he was willing to show his things to though, and that special lady would be u. he loved going through his glass case of special addition figures and explaining the rarity and backstory behind each one, all while u listened intently. u treated him almost as if he wasn’t a twenty six year old man obsessed w fiction and he loved it.

very few people, (besides the sora fan club) cares to hear about his interests so when u excitedly sat urself down on his bed and urged him to explain to u why sora’s giant robot kinda looks like a bug he couldn’t stop his mouth from moving.

however, he supposed, all good things must come to an end. after all u’ve been so kind to him, but he couldn’t find a well worth explanation to give to u when u discovered his ‘secret’ piece of merchandise.

for starters, he hasn’t used it in a long time. no, after he met u he was smitten and he’s had no need to resort to such things. but it’s not like he was just going to throw it away. a limited edition piece should never be discarded with such ease. law truly thought he would just discreetly hide it and never bring it up.

that is until u decided to go find some extra blankets and pillows for a movie marathon w ur boyfriend and u checked in his closet as he told u, only to find an extremely provocative body pillow of who u think (ur still learning) is pink poison from the antagonists germa 66.

still, deciding the pillow was actually quite soft u brought it out and tried to think of silly ways u can tease law abt ur discovery.

placing the pillow in front of ur face u crept up on him until he finally noticed u and when he did u thought u might’ve scared him to death. his face fell to depths u didn’t think existed and u had to tackle him to stop the devil fruit user from shambling himself out of the situation.

after explaining to him that u don’t particularly care if he likes to fuck pillows w comic book characters on them and he confesses that ever since he met u he’s only ever jerked off to ur image in mind (how kind) u two were able to put the topic at ease.

however a lingering question persists in ur mind.

“so how does a guy like, get off on a pillow?”

still red in the face, law turned to u, hair covering his eyes as he spoke

“um i could show u”

shock hit both ur faces but seeing as u had no apprehensions, u lay down for another explanation.

-`♡´-

shiny lube covered ur entire torso, allowing his hard on to easily glide across ur stomach. ur shirt and bra were long discarded, nipples hardened at law’s insistent pawing and sucking. he was straddling u from above, taking in the sight of u all perfect underneath him. his cock was angry, throbbing, and extremely excited to be this close to a woman for the first time.

when he started to hump ur body, u had to will urself from not reacting to the ticklish movements. next time u’ll have him mount ur ass or something bc the feeling of his cock slipping through the slick on ur belly instinctively made u want to tense up and giggle. law ended up cumming really quickly so it never ended up becoming a problem though. one of his hands reached for a tit while the other went beside ur head so he could quickly press his mouth to urs.

ur teeth clashed together and he gripped the fat of ur breast a little roughly, but god if the whimpers coming out of the this man while he spurted ropes of semen across ur chest weren’t the hottest thing u’ve ever witnessed.

as he pulled away u smiled and reached out to fix some of the hair that stuck to his sweaty forehead.

“hey at least u don’t have to wash any stains outta me”

—

[shotmrmiller]

i was talking w @xoxunhinged about reader thinking jealousy would look good on Kyle— just his color, you'd decided, and in a silly little thought fueled by the haze of too many drinks, you'd assumed it'd be harmless enough, batting your lashes at some unfortunate guy, imagining Kyle's reaction— a protective arm slung around your shoulders, his sharp glare cutting through the air like a warning.

but there's a dark, quiet danger to him, the kind that you don't see coming until it's too late, like the chill of steel against your skin before you even realize it's there. your drunken mischief spirals, fast and merciless, and before you can process what's happening, wrathful hands drag the man out of the place, leaving you behind, frozen in a stunned silence.

you'd expected at most a sharp word or two, something restrained, a reminder of the line that had almost been crossed, not waking up to find that guy as a headline, his face staring back at you on the television, frozen in a grainy photo, deceased, the ends to that investigation tied too neatly.

your eyes drift to his hands, nimble fingers screwing off the cap of the bottle of orange juice, and you see what you missed last night, when he'd wrapped those same hands around your throat as he swallowed every keen and moan. the bruising. it blooms dark and angry across his knuckles, the skin split in certain places, swollen and raw. they look like they've been through war.

his voice breaks the silence first, metal against stone. "a shame." the very ground beneath you shifts, a chilly unease creeping into your bones, the pit in your stomach growing, knot in your throat twisting tighter as your mind races with questions you refuse to voice. confrontation would mean peeling back layers you're not ready to see. so instead, you redirect, grasping for something mundane, something safe.

"what do you want to eat for breakfast?" it comes out warbly, uncertain, but it's all you can manage.

warmth returns to his voice, tone laced with a quiet tenderness as he answers, "whatever you want."

(his loyalty runs deep, his love as consuming as his fury. best to remember he does nothing by halves— it's all or nothing. when you're his, you're his completely.)

[solbaby7]

En Cognito

pairing: azriel x reader

warnings: swearing, misogyny, best friends that wanna fuck, sexual tension, possible violence, jealous!az, slowly shifting into slight darker content 👀 hope no one notices

summary: Going undercover alters your appearance more than your friends ever anticipated—now Azriel can’t tear his eyes away.

—

“Stop touching and just relax.”

“I can’t,” You squirm under Mor’s touch. Two hours spent around the city spending obscene amounts of money on a dress and heels that you were only going to wear once. Nimble fingers part through your hair, undoing paper curls and oiled fingers run through the ends of silky strands. Everything is too tight—too exposed. “I am deeply uncomfortable.” Your arms cross behind your back, fingers awkwardly intertwining to create some sort of barrier between your ass and the possibility of peering eyes.

The High Lords cousin doesn’t take it personally, quickly finishing final touches on your makeup and the person you see in the mirror is so far off from what you were used to that it makes your breath catch. “It’s perfect. You’re going to be perfect—they won’t be able to keep their eyes off of you.”

Your hand shakes at the thought, painted fingers curling around the glass of champagne and knocking the whole thing back in one go.

“You’re going to ruin your lipstick.”

“If I don’t have at least two more of those, I’m going to ruin this whole night.” It felt weird having your hair down like this and your fingers twitch to tuck it back into your usual bun but Mor keeps throwing looks over her shoulder while she refills both glasses. Just daring you to fuck up her work.

After the second glass your brain finally stops hyper-fixating on the fact that you can actually feel the bare skin of your thighs touching with each step, an annoying change from the leathers that usually prevented things like this. “It’s just a few dances. Bat your lashes and smile pretty and the intel will come to you, I’m sure of it.”

“I don’t think one dress will get me all of that.”

“It’s not about the dress.” She’s rubbing oil into your skin that makes it shine when the light touches, the sweet smell lingering long after you’ve left the room and the whole walk downstairs is filled with gentle reminders on everything she’d been teaching you all week. “It’s you in it. Seriously, where have you been hiding all of this ass?” You swat her hands away, grateful that the others had left far earlier. You could just hear Az and Cass now, eyes rolling at the very thought of their relentless teasing—this would be the topic of many jokes for weeks to come.

Slight sway of your hips, soften the length of your spine, shoulders back and head high. Confident steps even though the heels were fucking killer; five inches of added height and you’d still feel small in a room crawling with fully grown men. The champagne glass is finished and refilled once more before you’re tugged away to the balcony and past the wards.

Usually, winnowing was calming but for some reason, this time it had the hairs on the back of your neck prickling at attention from all the eyes that slid in your direction. “That was subtle.”

“We’re late,” Mor mutters through her teeth, flashing a less than sweet smile to the males undressing her with their eyes. Typical for Hewn City but still fucking disgusting. “I figured a flashy entrance would distract from that. Now, be nice.”

Easier said than done with anxiety beginning to ebb forth, fingers flexing and nails running over the details of your dress. The words from earlier repeat in your mind and instantly your spine straightens, chin raising and the added swish to your hips is enough to attract the attention of any male within a five mile radius.

It’s customary to greet the High Lord and Lady, your heels clicking and face aloof when swiftly curtsying into a respectful bow. “Rise,” Feyre commands, voice strong and filled with unquestionable power but you could see that look in her eye—familial fondness creeping at the edges of blue irises and you’re quick to appear anxious. Less comfortable when surrounded by people you’d known longer than you could put into words. “Join the others, there’s plenty of food and drink for everyone.”

Better judgement screams in your mind not to look just a little to the right; your peripheral catching onto the faint glow of cobalt blue but your eyes slide over without permission.

Azriel looks godly standing guard near his High Lord and Lady. He’s handsomely dressed in one of his fancier pairs of fighting leathers, lethally strapped to the nines with daggers at his thighs, switchblades tucked in pockets or strapped to his ankles and swords that cross at his back, right between his wings.

Like an angel of death; just as tempting as he was deadly.

You look away before he can catch you admiring the tailored cut of sturdy, dark tactical gear stretching across his muscles. Too quickly for you to notice the way he double takes, eyes widening a fraction and stance stiffening ever so slightly when he recognizes the slope of your nose and shape of your mouth glistening in gloss. He nearly chokes on his breath at the accentuation of your figure, curves on full display in a complete juxtaposition to your usual attire and his stare follows as you disappear into the crowd of bodies.

He can’t leave his spot but it doesn’t stop him from sending out his own personal surveillance to keep tabs on the way you shift about the room.

Everywhere you move, eyes follow.

Males halt their conversation, sipping on whiskey so expensive that it probably equates to a months worth of rent but judging by their tailored suits and gold cuff-links—money was the least of their problems.

“A drink, miss?”

Relief works its way into your form when you accept, thanking the waitstaff politely while acting your ass off with the fluttery lashes and doe eyes. It paints a perfect little picture—entrapping susceptible males with overly inflated egos and misogynistic thought processes. You’re almost a little too deep in the facade, aimlessly wandering through the sea of bodies with ears specially attuned to every conversation; sifting through the meaninglessness in order to catch little pieces of a bigger picture that had yet to be deciphered.

“And who might you be?”

“Nobody.” The response is instinctive, a second nature that’s easily smoothed over with a demure smile.

Even you could admit the male was handsome, all solid muscle and alluringly ragged edges. His suit is immaculate, fitting the strong line of his shoulders to perfection as the halfway unbuttoned tunic beneath broadcasts the tawny tones of his chest loitered with inky tattoos. Dark hair frames his face, a silver scar cutting through the thick of one brow and yet its completely overshadowed when in the midst of such beauty. “You certainly don’t look like ‘nobody’ to me.”

Warmth spreads at the nape of your neck, your body affected by the soulful bass of his voice and for a fleeting moment you have to remind yourself of the task at hand.

The male doesn’t give time for you to come up with another one of your carefully curated lies. A hand is extended your way, the faelight above catching on the masculine rings adorning his pinky and pointer fingers when your hand is taken in his own.

It’s almost embarrassing—the spectacle he makes in spinning you slow, taking in every detail with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth.

Thank the Mother for Mor and her attention to detail, picking out the perfect dress and glimmering diamonds that distracted from the true soldier that burned in your soul, a characteristic that had been exercised for decades enduring Cassian and Azriel’s relentless training regiment.

“Whoever you’ve come with will never recover from the loss he’s about to take,” The males eyes are ravenous, that previously bored darkness finally flickering with life beneath the surface.

The surprised laugh you let out is genuine, a shocked bark of a thing that’s anything but ladylike but he doesn’t seem to mind. “You have a very high sense of self in assuming I’d go anywhere with you considering I don’t have the slightest clue on who you are.”

Another lie added to the steadily growing web. You’d been briefed on every single person in this room, memorized their faces and obsessively studying their lives and known connections until the only thing left was to figure out who possessed the most valuable information. “Who better to trust than Stewards right hand?” Feminine wonder masks the satisfaction of such an easily attained lead and suspicion begins to grow in your gut. Maybe it’s not as well concealed as you’d assumed because the cockiness is dialed down multiple levels and the smile he wears is far more flattering than that entitled smirk. “Call me Atlas.”

Music filters throughout the space and steadily the sea of bodies becomes more uniform, paired up couples shifting about the room with a hardened grace that allowed their movements to appear elegant, even if their faces were stripped of any semblance of emotion. “Atlas,” The name is foreign on your tongue but not entirely unpleasant. “Have any clue where they keep their stash?”

A cheshire grin accompanies the muscular bicep he holds out in offering. “Allow me to lead the way.”

Everything goes as planned, a knowing nod to Mor, a giddy smile when the Stewards second hand tugs you down a hallway, bypassing stationed guards and passing over a small pouch of silver coins to the scrawny soldier standing in front of a thick set of double doors. “Where are we going?”

“You wanted the good stuff. Kier keeps them in his office.” High heels click against the polished floors, taking in the layered colors of obsidian, onyx and oblivion. It’s typical for a male, simple, with just enough overindulgence to make your eyes roll.

“Are we supposed to be in here?”

Atlas moves across the space with ease, unlatching the lock on the liquor cabinet and collecting two glasses and a thick crystal decanter filled halfway with a deep amber liquid. “Are you going to tell on me?”

Every movement you make hold more grace than you’ve mustered up in a century. Femininity oozes from every pore and it’s intoxicating—this males reaction to the slightest graze of your nails against his fingers. It plants a terrifying seed, one eager to learn exactly how far you could take it. How many other people would react the same way?

Your mind takes a turn, sliding a key into a door you’d long since boarded up.

And you can’t help but wonder if the simple seduction would work on Azriel too.

“I can be convinced to keep a secret,” Magic must be used to keep the liquor chilled because the crystal is cold to the touch. “If you show me the balcony too.”

Atlas nods slowly, taking your words entirely different than intended but you don’t bother correcting it. Not when he strides over to the doors with such ease, pulling out a personal set of keys and unlocking them as if he’d done so a million times before.

You supposed Hewn was a sight to behold from this angle, high heels click against the concrete, bracelets clinging against the iron railings as you peer over. In its own, hauntingly beautiful way; a darker part of you could find the appeal if you overlooked the horrors that took place there.

“Now, I’ve snuck you out here, breaking all kinds of rules and jeopardizing my job for you.” If it’s the truth, Atlas has a hell of a way of making it seem nonchalant—every word laced in an amusement you can’t quite place but it’d be lying to say you didn’t find it slightly charming. “Will you finally tell me your name?”

There’s a mischievous sparkle in your eye, a taunting elongation of one leg, the shiny curve of your high heel dragging gently against his ankle. You almost answer when your eyes catch on the shadows in the corner, their color just a little too dark, their ebb just a little too sentient. Of course, Azriel would follow you out there when he believed you were taking too long, playing the perfect position of Night Court security when urging guests away from restricted areas but jealously slips its way into his tone when he finds you and Atlas on the balcony standing a little too close to be considered friendly. “You aren’t supposed to be out here.”

The male with you doesn’t seem the slightest bit deterred, cockily tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear while the other hand fishes out a small pouch full of gold coins from his suit pocket and rudely stuffs it into Azriel’s chest without even looking. “How about you go back inside and give us a few uninterrupted moments to get to know each other?”

Azriel’s brow raises, wings bristling when tracking the two fingers Atlas has grazing down your cheekbone and his tone is eerily even when responding. “Did you come alone tonight?”

“Yes,” Atlas retorts none the wiser, a smirk curving at the corners of his mouth. “Though, I have no intentions on leaving how I came.”

“Is that so?” It happens so quickly. Azriel snatching the male away from you, his fist darting out and connecting with Atlas’ jaw with such precision that the impact sends the Steward’s second in command unconscious on the cobblestone. “Mission’s over,” Azriel all but growls, his grip possessive when pulling you in. “We’re leaving.”

“Azriel,” Your eyes widen, glass slipping from your grasp as your brain moves like molasses when trying to comprehend what you’d witnessed. It doesn't bother Az though, his hand a firm weight at the dip of your back, pinky finger just grazing the curve of your ass with every step. “I wasn’t even close to being finished—he was about to give me everything.”

“Oh, I’m more than aware of what he was about to give you.”

He looks like he’s readying himself to winnow the two of you out of there, thick clouds of shadows materializing around his threatening frame but something forces him to decide against it. His jaw clenches, stance rigid and voice clipped when telling you to 'come this way', taking a sharp left turn before shoving your body inside. “Azriel, what the hell?”

“Funny, I was about to ask you the same thing.” The door slams behind him, lock twisting with a resounding click but none of that distracts from the downright murder-strut Azriel adopts when stalking towards you. Your heart hammers against your chest, heels scraping against the polished floors in your attempts to create space but the male before you eats it all up. “Do you have any idea what you’ve been doing to me?”

The laugh that pushes free is breathless; taken aback. “What?"

A war wages in Azriel's mind as he strains to contain the small semblance of control he's ever been able to gather in your presence. You make him crazy; shove him out of his comfort zone and force him to take risks that his skillful training strictly rejects. You're an enigma, a flame that burns but also provides warmth to those who handle you with care. “I thought you in your leathers was sin.”

You swallow thickly as your body responds to the drop in his voice; the gravel that positively rattles his tone and morphs that strong soldier boy into a predator of a man with ravenous wants and needs. Rapturous desires that plagues his thoughts, tainting his actions and lingering in the void of his shadows with intent to kill.

Shock blends into need as Azriel backs you against the desk, the rigid line of his cock straining against the stitching of his leathers. It digs against your belly; teasing, taunting you with the possibilities. “But then you come waltzing in wearing this dress—cauldron boil me—are you even wearing any underwear?”

"I couldn't," A blush burns at your cheeks, every inch of you sparking to life under his stare. "Mor said panty lines are tacky."

"Then it'd be best you refrain from telling her what happens in here because I'm about to make you sound fucking garish." Hips buck involuntarily, a helpless rut whittling away at whatever self-control Azriel has left. It’s clearly not much because soon his lips are too preoccupied with learning yours and strong hands are busy familiarizing themselves with the curves you usually kept so carefully concealed. Eager fingers run over the tight fabric around your waist, gliding over the length of your stomach and cupping the weight of your breasts, thumbs grazing over peaked nipples. Mapping the canvas of your body like a man starved.

Denying his touch is out of the question; at least that’s what your body decides as it leans into the heavy drag of his weight. For once, you lean into the girlish nature of allowing the male to lead—to comply as Azriel guides your face to his own. Indulging in feverish kisses because he started it and it was only fair for you to finish it.

The lines of friendship blur with his tongue in your mouth and you’re too drunk on the scent of his cologne to question what any of this could mean afterwards. What chaos could ensue from helping him hike the hem of your dress up, up, up with a needy groan. “Can’t believe you hid all of this from me,” Azriel all but whines, golden irises gobbling up the fullness of your thighs. Pupils dilate at your lack of undergarments; the thin leather thigh holsters strapped tight against the muscle of your legs and inky shadows swipe at the weapon secured there—stealing it as a prize.

“Can you blame me?” The words come out breathy, palms dragging along rigid muscle hidden beneath his clothes, nails seconds away from slicing through the offending fabric for more of his warmth, for more of him in general because this male was a thing of dreams. Of carefully curated fantasies that females with far more time on their hands wrote about in their journals. “How would I get any work done with everyone staring at my ass?”

His touch is bold, two fingers sliding between your thighs to slide along the slick that collects between lower lips. "That won't be an issue for you anymore." A gasp forces your lips to part when he circles around your clit, feeling the area around it without actually giving what you want. Azriel likes it more that way; enjoys the ways your legs tremble and chest heaves. "You'll find that people don't stare much at the things that belong to me."

"I'm not yours," You struggle to verbalize the thought fully when he finally applies the right amount of pressure to your neglected bundle of nerves. Quick little circles under the calloused drag of two fingers works a strangled moan free. "I don't belong to anyone," You try to speak it aloud so the point comes across but all that's leaving your lips is pathetic pants of yesyesyes and pretty pleas for moremoremore.

He’s cruel in his torture, pulling his hands away seconds before release can wash over you and a cocky smirk etches in the corner of his mouth. It’s knowing; cognizant of the fact that your orgasm lies in the palm of his hands, rests under the willful press of his fingertips.

“Please?” You whisper, voice cracked; broken, ruined from nothing but his hands alone and you still hadn’t cum yet. Every nerve burns, toes curling, stomach clenching and pussy pulsing around nothing as your hips careen forward—searching for the sweet friction that Azriel just knows how to provide.

You thank the Mother for his lack of revolve, for it had to be her mercy that allows his stubborn defenses to crumble so quickly. To give in and offer everything you’d been begging for . He’s not kind about it; doesn’t coax the orgasm forward but yanks at it like a dog on a leash. It’s claiming the way he watches you through your high, drinking up your sounds and committing the slick sight of you to memory.

He doesn’t even give you enough time to catch your breath before he’s tugging his leathers down his hips, thick fabric bunching at his thighs. “Save your pretty pleas for soft pricks like Aaron.”

“Atlas.”

Azriel’s brow raises, a subtle twitch of muscle that shouldn’t be as threatening as it is. Or at least it wouldn’t be if it wasn’t followed by the ominous drag of his cock through your folds, the heavy weight of him coating itself in your slick.

You know he wants to say something. It’s hanging off the tip of his tongue; some venomous comment fueled by raw, unbridled jealousy. Some sick part of you wants him to say it—maybe then he’ll admit to his feelings; confessing to the tension that permeates when the two of you enter a room or share a joke or brush arms or get a little too heated during training.

“I believe your role tonight is soft and demure,” His voice is deceptively even considering the rough jolt of his hips that bullies the blunt head of his cock deep inside of you. “So don’t use that mouth of yours unless it’s to tell me how good I fucking feel.”

Az holds true to his word because every time your lips part to make some stupid comment for him to slow down or loosen his grip on your hips because you’re sure bruises are forming—Azriel just fucks you harder. Presses the palm of his hand against your mouth to muffle the moans, to seize the symphony of sighs that gasp free when he treats sensitive spots with such aggression.

He can feel your legs shaking, tuts his tongue in hushed amusement when he catches you trying to inch away; searching for a spare second to catch your breath. “Where d’you think you’re going?”

No mercy is shown for your choked breaths when Azriel’s focused on the ripple of your ass with each thrust. “It’s so fucking deep,” The words come out garbled against his palm and it’s only then that he pulls it away, fingers ghosting over the swollen plush of your lips in silent appreciation.

“Filthy pussy’s just sucking me right in,” Your cheeks burn, lids fluttering closed as you try not to acknowledge the fact that his voice and those syllables strung together is just enough to have you clenching around him; slick gushing down the length of him and dripping from the heavy weight of his balls.

A sharp smack of his hand against the fat of your ass; the perfect pinch of pain to accompany the mind-numbing pleasure that wracks through every nerve. “Azriel!”

“Now you remember my name?” His tone is pure venom, every rational part of his brain clouded with envy, leaking with a bitterness that scrunches up the perfect lines of his face. “Can’t believe you were about to give this up to that fucking ingrate.” Cool air breezes against your sex as your ass is lewdly pried open enough for Azriel to stare at the sopping wet mess you make. “Not after I’ve been waiting so godsdammed long for this—for you.” A creamy ring of your cum catches at the base of his cock; cunt clenching over and over and over as he works you through orgasm after orgasm.

Mumbled praises and keening moans are your only reply, knees bending for better leverage as you lean back into the pace he sets. Screw the mission—fuck the objective. Damn anything that wasn’t Azriel and his cock and those perfect hands that claims sweat-slicked skin. You don’t even fight it, succumbing to the pleasure and the male administering it. “Right there!” You barely recognize the sound of your own voice, ears focused on Azriel’s grunts and whispered praises. “So good. So good—fuck!”

“This is mine?” It’s not really a question. That much you know when you feel the pressure of his thumb rubbing circles along your clit. “Say it so I can hear you.”

“Yes!” Eyes roll. Words slur. Fists clutch at polished wood; manicured nails leaving indents in mahogany. “Belongs to you.”

Azriel’s too good—too precise; too determined. Forces him to rut deep and carve out a place inside of you with his name branded on it. Thick ropes of his seed paints quivering walls; claiming with a kind of possessiveness that has your toes permanently curled in your heels.

There’s barely enough time to catch a proper breath or situate your dress when thick wad of papers are smacked before you like a godsdammed gift, all neatly stacked and basically tied with a fucking shadowy bow. All the intel you’d bitched at Az for compromising—written right there in plain sight. “Those are the—you…thank you.”

“Don’t get all sweet for me now,” Azriel muses darkly, affectionately patting at your cheek as if you were some drowsy pup, his head nodding in gesture to the neat stack of stolen papers on the table while swiftly tucking himself away and redoing the ties on his breeches. “I’m only covering for your pretty ass so I can ruin it later.”

[sinstear]

dealer!abby refuses to let you smoke any weed that isn’t hers. abby has the best weed in the state, and everyone else’s is shitty, barely enough to even get you high, and she knows this. she’s aware you don’t smoke often, but when you do, she’s right there by your side— that’s a lie, you’re usually sitting comfortably and sweetly in her lap, lips wrapped around the joint she rolled with those nimble, long fingers of hers that you love so much. love to have them in your mouth. deep in your cunt. wrapped around your throat. you don’t care where they are, or where they rest, as long as they’re on you, you’re happy. her pinewood body wash always fills your nose with how close she is with you. soft strands of hair that were loose from her braid always tickling the side of your face. free hand gripping your thigh, squeezing the flesh tightly with each inhale you take from the sparked joint. “s’good?” her raspy voice rings out in your ear, breath fanning your skin hotly. 

“s’good” you hummed in agreement with a giggle, sinking back into her body. hard chest against your back comfortably. “funny” 

“you feel funny?” abby laughed, tightening her grip around your waist. 

“mhm. a good funny” 

“baby,” the blonde chuckled in your ear, shifting around in her seat and pressing her lips to your exposed shoulder. “you’re high.” 

“how high?” 

“very high” 

with a final shrug, you curled yourself up more on her lap, buried your neck in the crook of her neck, and exhaled a deep sigh. “s’okay. i know you’ll take care of me”

“always, pretty girl”

[ozarkthedog]

𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲

pairing: Jackson!Joel x afab!reader

warnings: 18+ mdni. dirty talking Joel. some pussy play. pussy pronouns. allusion to sex. w.c: under 500

an: I had a thot and this is the tiny result. 💙

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋅ 𝐅𝐢𝐜 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐬 ⋅ 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

Warm, golden rays are pouring through the kitchen window in Joel's Jackson home when he finds you bent over, inspecting the contents of his fridge for. You must've grabbed his blue jean button-up when you woke up, the one he tugged off in a hurry last night, leaving him wondering where you ran off to when he rolled over and found the side of his bed warm to the touch.

Your bare ass peaks from under the worn material when you shift on your feet, gifting him a vivid glimpse of the place he swore he called home hours ago. Joel curses under his breath as blood rushes south.

Before he can think, he weaves his hands around your hips, yanking you into his clothed body, a high-pitched yelp tearing from your lips. Your ass cushions his pelvis as his hold on you grows tight.

Joel drags his nose along the curve of your neck as you squirm in his arms, and he winds his hands around your waist, settling his palms on your soft, bare belly. 

"You look real good wearin' my shirt, Darlin'. I'm thinkin' this is all you wear from now on."

You sag against his frame, a wall of warmth and safety; your hands barely fit around his wrists as you clutch him for support. The thought of being so bare to him has your stomach tumbling. Your back arches, testing his vice lock around your middle, seeing if he'll let you escape, but a rough hand slides north and presses between your breasts, a subtle warning as he easily keeps you pinned. 

"Got you right where I wan' ya," he husks, slowly grinding his half hard cock against your ass. "An I ain't lettin' ya go anytime soon."

The hand that clutches his wrist travels south as he moves; thick fingers creep through the curls that cover your mound before cupping your sensitive flesh. "Gonna be good? Lemme fill you again before day breaks?"

With a breathy mewl, your head lolls. You press your weight into the hand on your sternum as nimble fingers dip between your folds, gathering arousal and swirling a slick pad over your clit.

"Bet that pretty pussy would love bein' on display for me," He husks, "Lettin' me claim 'er whenever I want."

A pathetic gasp fills your lungs. Heat rises steadily in your belly, raging and consuming, setting every nerve ablaze. You grab the counter, hands clutching the top in a death grip as the faint sound of a zipper registers in your brain.

"I'd hold on tight if I were you," Joel teases, flipping the bottom of the blue jean button up over your hips so he can get a front-row view just as his cock catches on your weeping hole. "Cause I plan on fuckin' 'er until she's cryin' all over the kitchen floor."

feel free to scream at me -> 💌

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[karaaeilish]

karaa, I love the list of prompts

61 & 19 with billss

tyyy baby <3

61 — “take off your underwear” - “but, there’s other people here” - “they won’t see you, there’s an entire table here”

19 — “spread your legs”

𝜗𝜚 ࣪ ˖ quiet b. eilish. . .

“this is crazy!” you whisper to her, squeezing your thighs together harder, trying to keep her from reaching the hem of your underwear. this was a terrible idea, you were with friends, a fucking bunch of people, and her hand was trying to get between your legs.

she doesn’t even look at you. her eyes grow serious as she stares ahead at one of your friends, sending shivers down your spine.

“spread your legs,” she says so quietly that her lips barely move, but you hear every fucking word. “don’t make me fuck you in front of everyone.”

you swallow hard, biting back a whine. your legs slowly spread, letting her fingers slide down to your underwear. her fingertips press against your clit through the lace fabric, making you shift uncomfortably in your chair. billie smiles, feeling the wet spot before she pulls her fingers away. you almost cry.

“take off your underwear,” she still doesn’t look at you, but your eyes widen in shock when you turn to face her. “but there’s other people here…”

“they won’t see you, there’s an entire table here” she pauses. “now”

your brows furrow, knowing this is a bad, very bad idea. you hesitate for a few seconds before your hands slip under the table, sliding your underwear down your thighs until they hang around your ankles.

as soon as you spread your legs again, billie shifts slightly so that the fabric of her pants brushes against your bare thighs. her nimble fingers immediately descend to your leaking pussy, burying themselves in the sticky folds. “so wet, such a shame…”

her words only make the wetness between your legs worse, making it that much harder to sit still. the coolness of her fingers creates an unbearable contrast to your hot pussy. you're ready to cum right there.

"be quiet" you don't have time to process her words before two fingers slide inside you. you make a noise that's too loud, causing almost everyone to turn to look at you. you prayed for billie to stop, but she only pumped her fingers into your pussy, making nasty squelching sounds that only the two of you could hear.

"are you okay?" someone asks, and you can only nod, smiling weakly. "stomach ache" the excuse sounds stupid, but it's the only thing you can come up with when your girlfriend is fucking your brains out.

"good girl"