#occasional sweet pool posts

[occasionalsweetpool]

occassional sweet pool shitpost

[hwallazia]

SWEET, SWEET REVENGE – 최산

⋆ synopsis. you give san a taste of his own medicine, taking the lead and setting the tone yourself.

pairing. boyfriend! san & fem! reader.

wc. 0,9k

warnings. sub! san & mean-ish dom! reader, suggestive language ofc, nipple sucking/play, cowgirl position (riding), petnames (love, good boy, sannie & more), dacryphilia?, implied edging, creampie, teasing, praise, dirty talk, slight overstimulation, so much whining, just a normal scenario of a desperate sannie <3

nic’s notes ⋆ three san fics in a row—sorry not sorry tho! he’s the one who posted that slutty pic & i just couldn’t resist— oh, slight update, i’m currently working on a hongjoong ask i recently got, so look forward to it <3

okay but imagine riding san so fucking harshly that you have him whining and panting for air underneath you. 

he’s the prettiest babbling mess and his desperation’s only growing stronger with each passing second, indecisive hands roaming all over your naked, bouncing body. the pleasure is so great that he can no longer feel his fingertips, so his hands surrender and fall helplessly to the messy sheets.

tears decorate his frowned expression, and sweat streams down the sides of his face as messy locks of hair stick to his glistening forehead. he stopped breathing through his nose some time ago, the exhaustion so overwhelming that he can only draw breath through parted lips. occasionally, his wet tongue flicks over the rim of his lips, moisturizing them slightly.

“y-yn, love— mgh!” your warm walls clench around his length purposely, stealing the words from his mouth; a proud smirk appears on your lips at the delightful sound. the clash of his hips with the wet flesh of your ass deafens him. “please.. slow down a b-bit!” his words grow in pitch, a squeaky tone replacing his baritone. 

“don’t wanna.” you spit out, your tone drowning in nonchalance. “just shut up and take it, that’s what you always say to me, right?”

he sobs, his voice cracking. “b-but—“

“no buts, sannie.” your hand flies towards his sweaty cheekbone, your reassuring thumb providing sweet ministrations. a lovely, yet devilish smile curves your lips up. “take it like a good boy.”

san whines and curses under his breath, his head rocking backward as precious tears escape from the corner of his half-lidded eyes. his frown deepens as the delicious, purple veins of his neck pulsate strongly; his lids almost falling shut. he babbles something you can’t quite understand. “what d’ya say, baby?”

he bats his wet eyelashes as his pleading eyes peer into yours, almost like a silent imploring. “this ‘s torture” he rambles, hiccuping a tad bit in mid-sentence. 

“oh really?” you stop your movements before pushing—more like forcing your body upwards, easing san’s hardened cock from the warm embrace of your walls. his length immediately bobs up and slaps against his chiseled abs, throbbing helplessly. the soft plea that escapes his lips penetrates your core almost violently. “‘cause it seems to me that you’re..” your index ghosts over his velvety, leaking tip, the strong jolt of san’s hips almost making you lose your balance. “enjoying this. maybe a bit too much.” 

“mhn! baby—babybabybaby” he pathetically cries out—words falling off his lips like a mantra, failing completely at trying to keep his shuddering bottom lip trapped between his perfect row of white teeth. “please just go slower, you’re g-gonna make me—hmph!”

san’s words get caught inside his throat the moment you slam your hips down in a swift motion, more tears pooling in his eyes. his lower body shifts relentlessly, almost as if he’s trying to escape from the overwhelming stimulation. a sinister chuckle rumbles through your chest before you slap his thigh harshly. “stop running and take it like i know you can.”

and that stirs something deep within him, a soft stroke to his submissive facet. you know he can take it, so there’s no excuse, no reason behind all that whiny and pathetic behavior of his. 

sharply contoured arms wrap around your bouncing figure, fingers clutching your stuttering hips, ‘cause you’re no different from him. you’re close to the edge as well, but you can’t afford to let the mask slip. 

exasperated sighs and soft cries pour out of san’s swollen lips, his phalanges clinging to your body for dear life. he can’t bring himself to stare down to where your bodies connect, ‘cause he’d cum right then and there. instead, he buries his face in your breasts, spitting and attaching his warm tongue to your perky nipples.

you slow down the pace a tad bit, so he can comfortably suck on your tits. how considerate of you. “fuuuck, that’s a good boy.” you coo at him, stroking his hair lovingly. in response, san’s cheek nuzzles even deeper into the soft flesh of your chest, humming delightfully as the petname strikes a spark into his limbs. 

now, you can’t bring yourself just to be mean to him and deny him another release. your soothing hand travels from his nape to his cheekbone. you lift his head before speaking. “y’ wanna cum, pretty boy?”

san writhes beneath you, wiggling his hips like a dog. “yesyesyes” he gulps dryly. a painful cough follows his pleas. “yes please—i’ll do whatever.” he rasps with a blissed-out expression decorating his beautiful face.

“then let go, angel.” 

with shaky breaths, he meets your thrusts by lifting his hips powerfully. the ambition to finally surrender and let go clouds his senses, as his back arches beautifully. his jaw drops, his limbs go numb and his cheeks hollow when he bursts inside you, white shoots of cum painting your insides white. you cum not long after, your convulsing walls strangle his poor softened girth; san let out whiny and shuddering whimpers in response. “f-fuck baby stop—stop please, ‘s too much.”

you stare down at his doe-eyes as your malicious mind schemes one final tease. you pinch his hardened nipple as you simultaneously clamp down his cock. san’s body jolts upward while you coax one final, delicious moan from him.

he juts his bottom lip, sulking. “why’re you so mean.”

you kiss his irresistible pouty lips, your soft chuckle soothing san’s chest. “you love it.”

he sighs as he takes in the scene, helplessly in love with you on top of him. “guilty as charged i guess.”

| masterlist

[seraphicsentences]

HEY! i knwo your on a break but just incase your bored could you write reader sending spicy texts2 streamer!ellie while shes on like a boss level, and then after ‘raging’ at reader for making her lose, she comes back as if the chat isnt questioning the sounds coming from the other room (silly girl forgot to mute)

hi. tumblr j deleted all my edits to this. i’m rage quitting and j posting this version i banged out in the span of 15 minutes 😀 anyways.

FUCK i’m sorry i know this took fucking forever and now i’m delivering mediocrity. loved this req either way this was smf to write. hope you enjoy sweet girl ;)

me when i disappear for a month and come back only to deliver pure dog shit. 🤪🤪

“-KID JUST GOT FUCKING DESTROYED, FUCKING BITCH.”

it was a late friday night, which meant ellie was streaming in her room, and you were supposed to be studying.

this week ellie was hosting a special in celebration of hitting 10k subscribers, and was grinding away to finally defeat Resident Evil’s final boss.

you could hear the chat dinging away with message after message, no doubt blasting ellie with compliments on her play, and the occasional comment thirsting over her hands or whatnot. it was nothing new— you’d seen the countless edits of her on your own social media page, and even had a folder of your own favorites saved away on a burner account.

“let me suck your fing- WHAT?! that is a crazy thing to say,” you could hear ellie’s shocked voice. “either way, chat, i’m married…”

“where’s my ring? UP YOUR ASS. c’mon, leave me be, guys,” ellie jokingly whined, bantering with her obsessive fanbase.

you held back a smile of your own, hand pressed to your mouth as she continued to scold the chat for their outrageously filthy messages. what a dork.

“alright alright, im muting the chat. love you guys but i gotta focus now! this is serious shit and i’m low on ammo now, hah-ha,” ellie spoke to the screen, words slightly muffled through the thin wall.

in the living room papers lay strewn across the floor, couch littered with eraser shavings and crumpled post-it notes, yourself splayed atop it all.

studying was a long-forgotten task you abandoned to instead sweep lazily through your camera roll, attempting to clear up some much needed storage.

you stopped abruptly at the thumbnail of an old video, in which depicted a downright sinful image of ellie’s bared neck for you as she arched back in pleasure.

you quite literally salivated at the veins that adorned her sweat-glistened skin, naked chest that was just covered by the play button in the center, goading you to click it.

quiet sounds of ellie’s desperate moans picked up, her head coming up look just above the camera and deliver the most pathetically fucked-out look.

“ple-ease can i cum, mommy?” she whined, voice breaking with every thrust of your fingers, wet squelching in the background a sign of her neediness.

“let me hear you, baby,” you heard yourself coo through the screen, the video becoming shaky as you picked up your pace— before suddenly ending on accident right as ellie let out a strangled whimper.

you met it with one of your own, frustrated with being left on an unfinished high, the throbbing at your core impossible to ignore.

your thighs shifted against one another, wetness pooling in your underwear as you replayed ellie’s final sound in your head over and over again.

your trance was broken by the sound of a frustrated groan coming from behind ellie’s door.

“fuck, i got it this time, i got it, swear,” she cursed as the game’s recognizable ‘revive’ audio cue played.

she could just do this again next week, right?

without a second longer of thinking, you quickly screen-shotted a clear frame from the video, shooting it ellie’s way and sending a quick text to follow.

~~

ellie choked on her own spit as she clicked the blur away. cough- “fuck-“ wheeze- “shit-“ hack- “sorry, guys, j choked on my own saliva.”

what the fuck? what games were you trying to play?

you groaned, hearing the firing of guns continue on alongside ellie’s commentary.

sliding your panties aside, you spread your legs to display the mess between them, snapping a quick picture.

you shot back another text.

“just one more hit, one more one more one m- i- fuck,” you hear ellie stutter. “oh fuck, yep… and i’m dead, ‘kay, sorry guys just give me like 5 i’ll be back. gotta take care of something.”

you heard the slam of her headphones hitting the table and a screech of her chair sliding back against the hardwood floors.

the door swung open, the look in ellie’s eyes making your heart race with anticipation.

“hey els, good game?” you asked innocently from your position on the couch, legs crossed with your arm resting over the back.

“good game? yeah, great game actually,” she replies sarcastically, sauntering her way over to you. “you didn’t happen to need something, did you?” she asks, hopping onto the couch and quirking an eyebrow up.

“me? no…” you trail off as she leans in to brush a kiss across your lips.

“no?” she tucks your hair aside, before leaning in to whisper, “you mind spreading those pretty legs for me then, baby? i just want a look.”

“els,” you whine, attempting to catch her mouth in a kiss.

she avoids it, dipping down instead to rasp words against your racing pulse, “show me.”

you uncross your legs slowly, a damp patch darkening the very center of your shorts.

ellie grabs the leg closest to her, swiveling your body in one swift move to face her direction, placing that leg over the back of the couch as she runs her other hand up your opposing leg.

“fuck, els, i need you,” you say breathlessly, hips bucking into the air.

“let’s get these off,” she replies with a squeeze, tugging at your waistband. “wanna tell me what’s got you texting me like a slut in the middle of my stream? was it the video? my video?”

she dips her thumb into your leaking hole, swiping your arousal up in a messy circle over your aching clit.

“ah- shit! yes, fuck, y’sounded s-so pretty in it, els,” you moaned, nerves overly sensitive from the wait. “please,” you cried out, unsure of what exactly you were begging for, but you needed more.

“so fuckin’ needy,” ellie laughs under her breath, relishing in the loud groan that escapes your lips when she replaces her hand with her mouth, tongue flicking rhythmically against your swollen clit to draw out more of those pretty sounds.

“oh-oh, god, right there, so good- mmph,” you rock your hips up, hand scrambling to tug ellie’s mouth even closer to you, if possible.

mmhm she moans into your pussy, the vibrations making you jerk up as your legs clamp tightly around her head. ellie’s hands dash up immediately to shove them apart, pressing them wide open with an iron grip as she practically growls, “you asked for this. so fucking take it.”

two of her fingers slide easily into you with the next pull on your clit, and you’re arching up in a manner almost identical to ellie’s in the video, whining nonsensically.

“you’re dripping, baby,” ellie tuts, “just couldn’t wait for me, huh?”

she continues to pump her fingers deep into you, curling them on every outstroke to slide against the spot that makes you see stars.

“c’mon, cum all over my fingers,” she teases, whispering sweet praises between kitten licks to your sensitive clit.

with your head thrown back, you couldn’t help but moan her name like a fucking prayer as your walls started to tighten, legs trembling under her grasp as she worked you through your high.

“that’s it, soak my fucking fingers.”

~

iluvgirls_moms: THAT WAS 1000% A MOAN

elliesleftarm33: guys what the fuck is happening 😀 ellie babes, i think you forgot to mute.

ewilliamsismy_wife: did anyone else j hear ellie’s name. are the voices getting to me?

elliewsjizzfr6996: how to be ellie’s gf no glue no borax? 🥲🥲

1toesuckersslurper: NAH ITS BEEN WELL OVER 10 MIN IM OUTTA HERE

yeahhh… looks like ellie owes her subscribers a real big 10k special next week. and an apology.

[eddiesghxst]

eddie who posts his spicy lil vids on twitter and occasionally posts a few with you, his sweet loving girlfriend, all drooling and drunk off his cock. at the end of one of them, his dumbass picks the phone up and smiles all stupid and teasing as he points it at your faces, his hand cupping your face he says “she’s gotta go drop the kids off at the pool now” bc he just busted several nuts in your ass and it just cuts off with your hand playfully shoving at his face going “eddieeee stoooooppp” and him laughing like the bitch ass annoying jokester he is

[empthy1]

darling wife.

cw; ambessa x wife!reader. fluff. no smut, but definitely racy. established relationship. brief exhibitionism (ambessa). smut might come later... i'll see. if i do it'll be posted to @ki-starz.

wc; 1k. short and sweet.

“You’re going to make my dogs soft, indulging them like this, my sweet.” For all your wife’s bulk, she can be remarkably quiet, shown just now—she crept up to the doorframe, leaned against the heavy wood without so much as a dragged footfall. However, you’re long past startling at her presence, after so many years. You just chuckle, the breath leaving you in a gentle, amused exhale.

Of course she’s already up. The sun is barely peeking over the horizon, but even the barest hint of light prompts her to get up. You’ve softened her over the years, if gradually—instead of going out for an early morning training she stayed wrapped up in her nightdress, in the office just down the hall, waiting for you to awaken. 

Perhaps you are indulging her dogs too heavily. The two greyhounds, Zalle and Zinne, pool around you on the wide bed as if guards or protectors, their slim, dark forms curling like vines around your legs and contrasting against the rumpled crimson bed sheets. One slim head rests on your bare thigh, the other mirroring it. You’re laid back, echoing their relaxation, with your hands on their heads like they’re the arms to your throne. Occasionally an ear will twitch when your rubbing fingers hit an itch, but their sharp, suspicious gazes remain on Ambessa—wary despite knowing her, completely and utterly devoted to you.

You know she’d never debase herself to the comparison, and you’d never utter it aloud, but you find that her and the mindset of the canines align more often than she might think. 

“Hm.” All you give her is a hum, instead taking the time to roam her form. She’s not rumpled like the sheets are, but there are still subtle signs. Her undone hair, some curls slightly out of place. A wrinkle in her grey, silk nightdress that she couldn’t quite smooth out. Your eyes drift lower, to her thighs, skimming where the fabric stops. A scar peeks from the hem, and you can’t help but want to trace it. 

One dog puffs in displeasure when your hand leaves her head, but you pay her no mind—instead crooking your fingers weakly, drawing your wife from her lean and closer, now, on still-silent feet. 

“What, darling?” She murmurs, as if she didn’t catch your descending gaze, and wasn’t sauntering towards you as if spelled. Her knee sinks heavily into the edge of the mattress, and then the other. Then her hands descend, and she crawls towards you. She skims her fingers up your skin as she ascends your body, tracing the curve of your ankle’s bone and the line of your calves. Her movement is halted, blocked by the canines’ heads, and she lets out a disgruntled noise at their staticity. She shoos them, and they remain unmoving. The look in their eyes has shifted, though, no longer holding suspicion—instead they’ve softened with a sort of mischief, one that makes your wife glower. 

“They have no respect.” The gruff murmur makes you smile, watching as your wife strokes their necks. One shifts to bare her stomach, but your wife doesn’t comply with the dog’s wish—instead gently maneuvering them, one after the other, off your thighs. “And monopolize your time too much for my liking.” 

“You’re jealous of your dogs?” You tease, laying back as she settles over you. Her large, dark thighs dwarf your hips, spreading to accommodate the position. Instinctively your hands plant on the skin, skimming up and under her silk slip to cup her waist. She chuckles like a bell tolls, the sound thrumming low in her chest. The strength of her hand cups your jaw, the lightness of the touch so intoxicating knowing the power coiled beneath her skin. She’s so gentle with you, even when you tease her. The disrespect would have gotten any other killed, but she takes it from you with nothing more than a quirk of her eyebrow.

“Don’t push it, my love.” She thumbs idly at your lower lip. Your lips part, the pad of it slipping onto the tip of your tongue, and her eyelids lower instinctively. A composed, yet irked breath puffs from her, her other hand reaching up. 

Wrapping around the delicate gold chain, she rings the servant’s bell; a minute later, a knock comes, she makes a brief word of affirmation, and the door opens. Peering around her you see a thin thing, blushing at the sight of the general perched on your lap, nightdress now pushed past her ass by your wandering hands. She must be new, if she is not used to such flippant immodesty. 

“Get them out of here. It should be around time for their morning hunt. Have someone take them out. They could use a rabbit or two.” Ambessa barely looks, only turning her head enough so her voice is not muffled by the angle. She still watches keenly as the girl whistles lowly, and as the greyhounds trail, unimpressed, behind the girl. The door shuts, and she sighs.

“That girl needs a spine.” She grumbles, not looking back until you scratch your nails over her ribs. No noise emerges from her, but her shoulders quickly shift back at the sensation. 

“Do you really want to talk about that right now?” The curl of your lips is devious, deceitful. An invitation and a taunt. She slips her thumb back between your lips to shut you up, exhaling subtly when you suckle shallowly. 

“You’re a menace. Truly. I shouldn’t let you get away with this.” But she does, and she will forever. As you tug her down she goes with the motion, exhaling amusedly at your eagerness.

She doesn’t get up until long past dawn that day.

©empthy1

[billsbabydoll]

I ABSOLUTELY NEED A 2011 BILL SMUT WHERE HE TEASES (female) reader so bad to the point that 1 she gets mad and pulls his hair talking dirty into his ear and two cries to him because he's just so good at eating her out

𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞?

-contains:SMUT!

-summary:request!!!

-WARNINGS:reader and bill are just freaky asf, thank you and goodnight.

-notes:whoever sent this request, im so sorry it took me so long to post it (in exchange for my forgiveness ill gladly do the honors of slutting you out till the neighbors know my name bby<3)

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his hands tangle around your waist, fingers fumbling with the hems of your underwear—his lips desperately moving against yours; both caught in a feverish frenzy…

he leans back slightly, his lips momentarily leave yours causing you to let out a needy whine,

“shh i know what you want darlin’..” he coos in response, he removes his hands away from your waist, his fingers teasingly playing with your bottom lip before making his way down to the floor.

bill settles in a kneeling position; placing both his palms on your knees, then gently beginning to slowly spread your legs apart.

“schon so nass <already so wet>?”

“cmonn, please..”

he couldn’t help but let out a deep chuckle, finding your wretched eagerness quite amusing. nonetheless he continued his tormenting…

bill lifted up from his position, peppering open mouth kisses from your legs all the way up to your clothed cunt. he stopped for a few seconds, staring deeply into your soul before latching his teeth onto your lace panties, sliding them effortlessly all the wayyy downnn.

your slick sex now on full display.

“i wonder if you taste as sweet as you look engel <angel>.”

tears suddenly began swelling up in your eyes, he hasn’t even started yet and your already a complete mess—impatient little slut are you?

“p-please bill i need you!” you loudly whimpered, making his eyes instantly dart up to meet yours again.

“need what huh,

need this?”

you open your mouth up again to argue back but were then shushed by a flick of his tongue on your clit, a groan of relief leaving out of your mouth. as soon as you received, you were then again left flustered; he suddenly moved his mouth away.

“nghh! baby please im begging you!”

“good, i love it when you beg..”

he centered his mouth back onto your pussy, sprinkling kisses around your wetness ever so softly, making you shiver at just the delicate sensation. his lips lightly graced all over your cunt; from side to side, up and down, edging you even further.

you angrily sigh and aggressively place your hands on both sides of his head, shoving him all the way into your walls, the tip of his nose bumping into your clit,

“gimme what i want,

you’ve had enough, you couldn’t bear the torture anymore, you simply snapped—

now.”

he quickly hums in obedience, the vibration of his voice sending immediate sparks straight into your core. his tongue began lapping and swirling around your entrance, occasionally sticking his tongue inside.

you throw you head backwards, letting yourself fall into the mattress, your hips now bucking into him seeking even further pleasure.

his saliva and your juices pooled on his chin, the sides of his mouth equally covered in the mixed liquids. you tasted ravishing, your taste so distinct and exotic it was the perfect combination of not too sweet not too salty; but just right.

you hands remain attached to his head, using thick strands of his hair as personal handles, fingers harshly tugging and pulling his hair any chance you could possibly get.

along with a collection of moans and groans, your tears from earlier finally fell down your face, a certain shock of ecstasy washing over your entire being.

he devoured you like a starved man, treating you as if your his last meal on earth, the biggest feast a man could ever ask for…

“ughh right there!”

“right there?”

“right there.”

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bill please come back home the kids and i miss you, babe.

[angelic--kitty]

I found your Arlecchino posts and I’m obsessed. Way to shy to ask this with out being anonymous sooooo. Anyway can you write arlecchino x reader where the reader gets into trouble so arlecchino ties them up and teaches them a lesson. But like praise no whore or slut type stuff. I’m a sucker for arle getting onto you and still being a little bit soft though she won’t admit it (reader is absolutely a brat and arle loves it) anyway you’re writing is so goodd (can I be 🌹anon)

dom!arlecchino x sub!fem reader

warnings: smut (minors/ageless blogs dni), wlw content, bondage, praise, pussy slapping, reader kinda going into subspace

a/n: diving back into being the ceo of arlecchino once again, i suppose, haha. let's do it.

"you look rather smug for the position you're in." she comments, a slender eyebrow arched at your devilish grin despite your wrists tied behind your back.

before you can speak, she cuts you off, waving a dismissive hand. "no matter. i'll correct that."

and, oh, her tone. the way she speaks has your thighs pressing together.

she pushes you down, spreading your thighs and shoving them to your chest, effectively exposing your glistening pussy to both her and the cool air of the room.

you shiver, ready to taunt her when the sting of her palm on your clit jolts you from your thoughts. all that escapes you is a pitiful moan, jumping when her palm makes contact again.

"peruere-!" you squeal for her, much to her delight.

"such a pretty thing. it's a shame you're so disobedient." she pinches your clit, watching your feet helplessly try to kick out.

"m'sorry-!" you whine, feeling the slight sting on your sensitive clit with each sharp smack. "won't do it again-"

she keeps going, occasionally landing slaps on your thighs and ass, heat rising from your skin when she makes contact.

you would complain about the pain, though it has you embarrassingly wet, your brain slowly slipping into a fuzzy state, eager to please her.

tears pool in your eyes, her hand hesitating over your pathetically wet cunt. "is that so?" she tilts her head as you rapidly nod.

"promise! i'll be...i'll be good." you tell her, and she simply cannot deny how sweet you look now. it seemed all you needed was a little punishment after all.

she soothingly pets your pussy, kissing your forehead rather tenderly for how she treated you seconds ago. she pulls her hand away from your thighs, instead gripping your jaw.

"don't let it happen again. i much prefer sweet little things over disobedient brats." she squeezes your cheeks.

while you'd like to believe her, you both know damn well she loves putting you in your place. even if she treats you much more gently than anyone else in the world, it's enough to have you running to get back in line.

you'd do anything for her, really.

you wiggle your wrists, asking her to untie you, only to grow embarrassed when she pushes you back down. "you still misbehaved. your punishment isn't done. perhaps next time you'll think twice before behaving foolishly, hm?"

[withlove-xixi]

— NEW LIKE MORNING DEW: sanji x reader

KINKTOBER DAY TWO: MASTURBATION ᥫ cw: nsfw, masturbation, praise, afab reader, dom/sub ᥫ wc: 1371 ★ this is a bit self-indulgent for me (i think a lot of the kinktober fics are) and ... this is ... probably the only fic that's somewhat based off my personal experience (embarrassed.) (im a virgin and also an asexual lesbian.) cross posted on ao3 — MINORS DNI! —

— A CHEF’S HANDS WERE HIS NUMBER ONE WEAPON.

[♡]: it was a principle sanji was taught as a kid working at the baratie, one that later grew to the meticulous habit of keeping his hands free of blemishes and injury. as a result of his care, he's quite skilled with his hands, able to switch from crushing pressure to just barely the ghost of a touch. so of course there were a few tricks sanji wanted to teach you.

"THAT'S IT, EASY NOW."

You whimper in response, cheeks flushing a bit brighter, embarrassed from the position you were in. You lay by the edge of the bed, your legs draped over it, spread wide and held in place by Sanji’s hands. He kneels in front of you, his lips pressing encouraging kisses on your inner thighs, his breath fanning against your skin. Blue eyes watch intently at your core, occasionally flicking upwards to meet yours in a loving and reassuring gaze.

“S-sanji…” You call, voice slightly shaky.

He quickly shushes you, pressing another kiss on your thigh, his thumbs smoothing over your skin. “You can do it. You can be good for me right, darling?” He coos, voice so sweet and patient, you couldn’t help but melt.

You nod with a pout, brows furrowed. Sanji only chuckles in response, kissing a bit higher, a bit closer to where you ache the most. You whimper when his lips don’t meet your cunt and he tuts you.

“Thought you said you wanted to learn these things, darling,” Sanji asks, his fingers drumming against you.

You lift your head up to look at him, frowning. “But… Can’t you do it?” You plead.

Sanji chuckles again. “You can’t learn if I keep doing things for me. And you said you can be good for me, yeah?” You open your mouth to speak but he cuts you off. “Now, push your fingers all the way down, near your ass hole.”

Flustered by his curtness, you do as he says, gently pushing your fingers down as he instructed. You shiver at the feel of your own fingers against your slit and Sanji smiles at your reaction. His thumbs go back to rubbing circles on your thighs, soothing you.

“That’s it, good job, darling. That was so good.” He punctuates the praise with kisses, eyes trained on the slick pooling at your entrance. Sanji licks his lips in anticipation. “Now—” his voice is a bit shaky “—bring ‘em back up to your clit. Ah, ah! No. darling.”

You whine, but your fingers instinctively freeze anyway. “Slowly, slowly, dear. That’s it. So good, darling. You’re doing so good.”

You whimper at the sensation, the featherlight touch barely pressing against your cunt, and at the way praise just seemed to casually roll off Sanji’s tongue. You gingerly repeat the process, letting your digits glide down your slit then slide back up, trying your hardest to keep as little pressure on yourself as possible since Sanji had instructed it.

His lips continue to kiss your thighs as he watches you work, eyes practically glued on the delicate movement of your fingers, studying the way your cunt twitches at each touch, memorizing the rise and fall of your chest.

He hums and leans a bit closer, enough that you feel his warm breath against your core. “Put your fingers on your clit for me, darling.” Sanji instructs, his voice slow, tender.

Almost trance-like, you nod drowsily, fingers shyly lifting off and pressing gentle on your clit. You hips buck at the sudden feeling, a soft whimper follows.

“That’s it. You’re doing so good,” Sanji coos as his hands move further upward, thumbs spreading your folds apart. “Could you circle around it for me, love? Slowly, just like earlier.”

You bite your lip, partly bracing yourself as you begin to very slowly and lightly trace circles on your clit. The sensation instantly has you moaning, a soft, shy moan you can’t help but let out as electric shocks shoot up your spine, setting your stomach aflutter.

Sanji watches a bit more intently now, drool leaking from the corners of his mouth from the mere sight of you touching yourself, that combined with how obedient you were being for him, the reactions you’d have from the slightest bit of stimulation, and the strong smell of your pussy. It caught him a bit off guard at first, not expecting his proximity to even let him get a whiff but, God, he was so close now, he could practically taste you off your smell alone. And hearing the luring squelching sounds of your cunt combined with your labored breaths and meak moans? It was driving him crazy. Sending the blood straight down to his dick.

“Keep going, darling… Doing so good— you’re so good for me.” Sanji praises, and if you focus on it enough, you can tell there’s some form of strain in his voice, some tension that’s about to snap and make him lose his mind.

Your fingers keep swirling around your clit, encouraged by Sanji’s sweet praise and enticed by the sparks of pleasure it gave you. There’s a languid moan that leaves Sanji’s lips as his nose brushes against your slit, the tip of it wetting from your juices, followed by a soft rustling of fabric from somewhere below Sanji.

With his free hand, he undoes his pants, pulling them and his boxers down just enough to free his rock hard cock. It takes all his restraint not to press his face any further into your cunt, not to stick his tongue out to lap up your sweetness and taste you on his lips. Another moan leaves his lips, it’s sticky heat fanning against your wetness, as he begins to slowly stroke himself.

“Love… stick your fingers in your cunt.” He instructs, his voice heavy, ridden with lust. “Two fingers inside you, please.”

There’s a meek noise that comes from your throat as you very carefully tread your fingers lower, the tips of them meeting your pulsing hole. You draw in a shaky breath, swallowing the saliva pooling in your mouth. You hear Sanji groan at the sight, the noise followed by some sort of plea he slurs too softly for you to comprehend. His hand on your cunt reaches up for yours, slowly guiding your digits to push past your entrance and dip deeper and deeper inside yourself. Your breath stutters when you go past your second knuckle, the feeling of your walls clamping around your fingers so very foreign to you.

Sanji’s face lifts slightly, lips pressing against the back of your hand. “Does it feel good, darling? You feel how warm you are?” He asks as he rests his cheek against your tight, eyes now looking up at you.

Hesitantly, you nod. “Yes…” You reply breathlessly, teeth catching your bottom lip. “S-sanji…”

“Shhh… I know, dear, I know.” He coos as his eyes follow the shape of your body back down to where your fingers disappear into your cunt. “Push ‘em a bit deeper for me? Can you do that?”

You nod again. Slowly, you move your fingers again, pressing them further and further inside yourself until you can’t see them anymore. Sanji straight up moans at the sight, the noise unabashed and deep-sounding, causing you to whimper in response. There’s the faintest sound of skin slapping against skin, and when you realize it’s the sound of his hand pumping his dick, your walls clench around your fingers, the sudden tightness catching you off guard, causing you to arch your back in surprise.

Sanji’s head jolts up at your sudden movement, worried you had hurt yourself. But he watches your eyebrows twitch and your lips curl into a pout. Then, it amazes him more than it surprises him, he notices your fingers twitch, the slightest movement of your hand telling him that deep inside you, your fingers are curling themselves, pressing against the gummy walls of your cunt. He stills, almost upright as he watches you carefully as your flushed cheeks slowly relax when you let out a deep exhale. He studies your body language, the tensing of your shoulders, the heaving of your chest, the wet parting of your lips. Sanji’s just about to ask you if you’re alright, if you want him to take over and just relax, when he hears it. First was the sharp, shaky breath you draw in, next is the distinct squelch of your fingers drawing out and pushing back inside of you.

He looks down, eyes meeting the shy, experimental way you thrust your fingers in and out of you, and he licks his lips hungrily. You were a fast learner.

[justice-maul]

Hi maul!! Would it be cool if I requested Tony Stark x Younger Poolboy reader smut headcanons? (DomTop reader ofc) I know from your post that college is kicking your ass rn so take as much time as you want with this👌🏾👌🏾

Tony Stark x Younger Poolboy Male Reader | Headcanons

Word count: 2,344

Summary: Pepper and Tony are not together and this is set before Iron Man 3 before his mansion was destroyed

Author Note: Keep in mind, English isn’t my first language, thank you anon your very sweet and I love writing about Tony Stark I’m obsessed with this man 😩 I made it extra long as a peace offering lol 😭

Warning(s)⚠: Sub Tony, age gap (not specific), porn with plot, reader is muscular and tall, manhandling kink, cum, degrading praise, humiliation, mentions of rough sex, and making out

Tony was a playboy so things like pool parties were a must and when it got too dirty (cause he never cleans it after) he told his assistant Pepper to get a poolboy so she hired one paying before hand and he almost forgot about it until you came over,

Pepper happened to be out that day so when there was a knock on the door he was forced with a groan to go and answer it only to be completely awestruck by the man he saw

He could tell that you were younger then him and you were very attractive to say the least, you were tall and well built so even while you were introducing yourself as his poolboy and trying to be professional he was barely paying attention

"Do you have any experience as a pool boy or…?" He asked staring at you thoughtfully and then added after a few seconds “Actually, I don't really care, I just want to look at you"

He said with a playful smile and considering that Tony’s playboy ways weren’t exactly hidden from the public you weren’t that surprised only raising an eyebrow at the comment

“Do you want me to get started Mr. Stark?” You said clearing your throat to which he immediately nodded his lips curving into a smirk

"Yes but I want you to call me Tony" his eyes continuing to rake over your body intently as he talks "Well? Are you ready to get started?" He steps to the side giving you room to come in

“Sure… Tony.” You said with a small smile not being used to talking to a man as powerful as him so casually as you walked through his large mansion following behind him “So, Y/n, can you actually clean a pool or is that just an excuse to see me?” He says in a teasing voice

Trying to be a professional you ignored the flirtatious comment giving a small half chuckle “You don’t have to worry about that Tony, I know how to clean a pool,” You said with a reassuring smile as he lead you to your pool

“Well then, if you know how to clean the pool, I’ll let you get to work,” he said in a playful voice as he sat down in a chair by the pool, his arms crossed against his chest, watching you shamelessly with his sunglasses on and a wide grin on his lips as he watched you work for a while

“Your a really good at this Y/n, how about you come back and continue working as my pool boy?” He asks when he sees you done with the pool looking you up and down all over watching as your muscles flexed with your every move “Sure, I don’t mind doing that for you,”

"I'm going to give you my number so you can call me anytime handsome," he pulls out his wallet handing you a business card "You could go ahead and save that in your contacts,” he says with a wink before turning to leave going back to his work letting you see yourself out

And that’s how it all started, every week you’d come over and get work done for him and every time like there was nothing better to do, Tony would stand by and watch making the occasional flirty comments, and every time he planned some excuse for Pepper to leave for a long time so he could get some alone time with you

To say Tony had constant lust filled thoughts about his pool boy was an understatement, Tony was already usually dominant and always on top but every time he thought of Y/n he was on the bottom it was a completely new feeling to him one that he hasn’t experienced before but that only made him more excited and more… impatient. Every night was a new fantasy of the pool boy with different scenarios of Y/n manhandling him but soon the imagination wasn’t enough he wanted more and his body was begging for attention

You’ve been working for Tony for a while now and he asked you to come over and help him with the pool and like usual you came over, Tony opened the door, greeting you with his red robe on and only boxers underneath as he invited you in, like usual he watched you work but for some reason today seemed different, you’ve never seen Tony only wearing that and you couldn’t say it wasn’t enticing to see

He walked over to you once you were done and put his hands around your shoulders drawing you closer to him “Tell me Y/n… have you ever been with an older man?” he said looking up into your eyes, for once he was skipping past the teasing, like he was already somewhat begging as his eyes showed pure lust and desire behind them, he watched as you shook your head no and he chuckled softly smiling again

“Then I hope your ready to start with one…” he said in a flirtatious voice and moved one of his hands to slowly rub up and down your chest feeling the well decoupled muscles underneath his hand which caused you to suck in a breath as your eyes couldn’t help but scan over his exposed body and the look in your eyes almost him whimper as he continued to stroke your chest looking like he couldn’t wait to see your clothes off as well

"Well...are you sure you want to be a pool boy? I can think of a few other more... intimate things that you could be for me,” his voice dropped to a low and seductive tone voice as he moved his hands towards your muscular and well-developed biceps gently squeezing a little “I can still be your pool boy and do… other things,” you moved your hands to grab his waist pulling him closer to you gently rubbing his side as you looked his body over

"So...you like what you see, huh?" He said teasingly as he smirked before you then moved your hand underneath his robe and gently gripped his ass causing his face to flush and for a small moan to escape his lips “I can’t say I was expecting that…” he said with a smile on his face his voice still as needy as ever “but I liked it a lot,” his smile turned into a grin as he gently squeezed your biceps a little more

You chuckled “I know you like the attention,” and then pulled him in closer so your lengths were pressed right up against each other and you were kneading his cheeks with your hands "Do you want to make me the happiest man in the whole universe?… Because I think it might already be working. You just need to keep going." He said in a breathy voice biting his bottom lip in excitement before leaning in and whispering

“I like this attention…” he added giving a look of pure lust and want , “Well who said I was planning on stopping?” You said with a small smirk and gripped his cheeks a little harder he let out another moan of pleasure and his hands squeezed your biceps in an attempt to calm his heart that was practically beating out of his chest as he let out a small sigh “Oh this is exactly how I imagined it…” he said sucking a breath

“Well this isn’t the exact way I imagined it but it’s pretty close,” you whispered with a small chuckle as he stared at your face a small smile spreading on his lips “Well what did you imagine?…” he asked his voice was now more flirtatious and full of desire as his small smile turned into a large smirk as you leaned closer to him gently grabbing his neck, “That I had you bent over in your bedroom as you let me manhandle you the way I know you’d like.” You whispered lowly in his ear

Tony’s eyes widened as Y/n spoke in his ear in a way that made his whole body shake, and he began to breath more heavily, “Well what are you waiting for?… do it already,” he said almost begging as he looked up at you with helpless eyes, which you only made you grin wider in amusement watching as he was practically itching to just get a taste of what that would all be like, his mind immediately imagining all of the things you’d do to him…

And that’s how you ended up in Tony’s bedroom kissing him passionately still standing as your tongues glide against each other, his hands clawing at your back desperately trying to pull you close to him as you rubbed your cock against his hole through his boxers causing him to whine as he felt your hard on rub him in just the right way but he wanted more, he needed more… he’s never had someone inside him before and the thought made his body tremble with both nervousness and excitement

You step back and remove your shirt and Tony watches, the feeling of losing complete control for the first time is making this so much intense for him as he looks up at you “Tell me… how are you gonna use me?” He asks teasingly his voice dripping with desire as he looked your body over and you chuckled “I’d rather leave it a surprise.” you said not breaking eye contact with your piercing eyes which only made his heart beat faster in anticipation

"Now you made me curious...I can't wait to see what you're planning to do..." he whispers as he moves closer towards you, he still has his eyes locked on him, as he seems completely entranced by the man's powerful muscular body and presence. your eyes felt so...intimidating. Tony knows that whatever your planning, he is in for a good night “Come closer and I’ll show you,” is all you had to say before Tony took another step forward so your bodies were pressed up against each other again his heart practically pounding in his chest at thought of a younger man taking control of him

"Now we're very close, what are you waiting for?" He whispers as he stares into your eyes with lust, a smile on his face as he waits to see what your going to do to him “Don’t be impatient.” you say and cup Tony’s jaw and grabs his waist with a firm grip on both Tony's body seems to tremble a bit at your grip, their eyes are still locked, and Tony's breathing had gotten more heavy as he slowly nodded and your scent slowly started to fill his nose

Your hands begin to move around his body feeling him up as he practically melted at the whole thing his eyes half lidded still never left yours as you finally settled your hand right on his waist band which made his breath hitch in anticipation as you removed his clothes, and then removed yours…

The first was absolutely incredible for the both of you, Tony had never taken it from behind but he was glad his first time was with you, seeing his mouth hung open as you stretched out his hole and his noises only getter louder and needier, the older man who was known to make anyone crumble beneath him was coming undone in mere seconds just by you, and god, you felt blessed to see the sight, his back arched with sweat glistening his body, his red cock standing as it dripped a puddle of precum onto his stomach from the lack attention and his body shivering with anticipation, his head crawling with both fear and excitement at the new experience,

And of course once he got a small taste, he was greedy for more. You found yourself at Tony’s house almost every week fixing a new problem that would soon end up with the two of you doing it practically anywhere and everywhere in his house. You’ve fucked him on the kitchen counter, he’s sucked you off in the living room, and even had him against the wall, slowly his body didn’t react to anyone else anymore and he found himself calling you often and not even hiding behind an excuse like usual just plain on begging you to fuck him,

To say the man wasn’t tempting would be a lie, he’d whisper constantly in your ear all things he imagined you doing to him, or wear practically nothing every time you came around. To say he was desperate for attention was an understatement, he always craved it from everyone but now he only wanted it from you, he was never loud with anyone else but every time with you he felt like screaming in absolute ecstasy.

The sex was messy all around and pretty rough most of the time, not that Tony would have it any other way, he loved it when you messed him up, cumming inside of him or outside, he loves it most in his ass and on his face, he loves the messy and wet kisses you’d give him as you practically devoured him, the way you would move his body in a way you preferred like he was some type of toy to you. everything you did made his body shiver and he loved it,

He knew you were younger then him and that its considered strange having someone like that top and dominate an older man but the whole thing turned him on so much he couldn’t care less that a younger guy was doing all this to him, if anything the humiliation that someone like that could ruin him and make him into a begging mess only fueled him further, the degrading praise you’d give him, it made him go insane with pleasure.

You were the same too, you loved making fun of him in bed for letting someone younger then him who even works for him make him like this, you were his employee, you weren’t rich, or famous, and yet he let the same man he wouldn’t usually bat an eye at, use his body in every way you wanted, having someone he would consider low and beneath him do all this to him made him twice as needy and having such a powerful man under your control never ceased to feel anything but good, especially with a man like Tony Stark.

[gashotbox]

i want to be a designated fart sniffer so bad. not even like anything official, just like, imagine all the girls know when lunch today was a little weird and destroying their guts, that its just sort of wordlessly known that u get bombed w all their nasty gas

so hot. even better if theyre not even especially mean about it - just something unspokenly agreed upon. sitting around in a diner after a night out, and the food isn't sitting right. hell, someone's already ripped one. the pit of dread and heat pooling in your gut as the group’s reactions to their gurgling tummies turn from giggles to expectant looks. some apologetic, some completely nonchalant, others absolutely wicked. it just starts with one of them; a casual "hey, c'mere." as she lifts up one leg and you know your night is over. they don't even have to do anything. your cheeks burn with humiliation as you plant your nose against the damp seat of her panties like their little bitch and she blasts out a wet, splattering fart. her moan is audible. then, its just a bunch of clamouring. "ugh, fuck. bags using them next." "you, bitch? hell no, my stomach is killing me." and you're being passed around your friends underneath the table, nose between their legs in a completely unsexy manner as you huff their nasty, post mexican gas. just a bunch of lithe, jewellery clad hands shoving and manhandling you up their skirts. feet rubbing into your back and pushing you further up someone else's swampy ass as they gossip over the table, letting out the occasional grunt or breathy gasp as they pull their panties aside and push their gassy holes into your mouth. they’re your friends, aren’t they? be a sweet thing and show them how much you love them.

[hazbinshusk]

I’m pretty sure I’ve read one of your one shots that mention Blitz wanting to just lay his head in reader’s tits, so…ya know- why not give the man what he wants with #13 on the kiss roulette? Him just burying his head in reader’s chest and either seductively or just sleepily or cozily just presses a kiss to them? also! If you don’t mind could I possibly be 💥 anon?

of course you can! I'm sorry this has taken me so long to get to. I firmly believe that when it comes to women blitz is a tits man, so I am always happy to write that part of him :) welcome to the family💥 anon!

prompt #13: a kiss on the chest.

You smile to yourself as you scratch your nails around the base of the spikes at the back of Blitzø’s head, enjoying the soft, rumbling purr that vibrates from him and into your chest. He’s laying on top of you, the blankets pooled at the bottom of the bed. His hips are cradled by your thighs, his bare skin tickling against yours. He’s dressed in an oversized t-shirt and briefs and you were dressed the same, but he’d urged you out of your shirt as soon as the two of you had woken up.

“Anyone ever tell you you’re basically a housecat?” you ask quietly, affection plain in your tone. “But like… way horny?”

He snickers into your chest, his chin resting on your sternum. His hands are cupping your breasts, squeezing them gently in an almost idle way. You jump as his thumbs brush over your nipples, and he grins. “You can talk.”

You roll your eyes, watching his tail wave back and forth contentedly. You let your eyes drift closed, sighing happily at the sensation of his face lifting from your chest so he can dust soft, fleeting kisses over the flesh. His lips are warm and the kisses are surprisingly sweet, the way they usually only ever after when he’s so high off the post-sex happy that he forgets to be detached.

His sharp teeth whisper against the sensitive flesh of your breast, tracing lines over your skin. It makes you shiver, as does his fingers returning to your nipples. Blitzø continues to press soft, open-mouthed kisses over your breasts, stopping occasionally only to bump and rub his forehead against your sternum in a way you could swear is affectionate. Your fingers circle around one of his spikes for a moment before scratching at the base of his skull, and his purring grows louder.

“Blitz…”

“Shh,” he hushes you almost dismissively. “’m busy.”

You gasp as his lips close around your nipple, his forked tongue flicking over the hardened bud. He snickers quietly, suckling gently at your nipple for a moment before releasing it, returning to pressing kisses over the flesh.

“You’ve got…” your eyes close, lips parting with heavy breaths as his ministrations continue to set shivers along the middle of your back. “You’ve got work, Blitz.”

He shakes his head, swirling his tongue around your other nipple. “Shut up. Don’t care.”

“Blitz…”

He sighs, resting his chin on your sternum again and arching an eyebrow at you impatiently. You jerk as he cups your breasts again and pinches both your nipples once more. “You wanna be boring and responsible or do you wanna get fucked until your brain stops workin’?”

He presses his hips into yours pointedly, and you whine quietly. Needily.

“That’s what I fuckin’ thought.”

“God, I hate it when you’re cocky.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Yeah, I do,” you tease back, stroking your hand up over one of his horns. “But I’ll still fuck you.”

“Yeah, you fuckin’ will,” Blitzø laughs, giving your breasts a final squeeze before planting his hands on either side of your head so he can lean up and capture your lips with his.

send me a prompt and either husk or blitzø

[occasionalsweetpool]

Occasional sweet pool of the day! 

Back in 2011, Nitro+CHiRAL released a line of wines based on the original trilogy of VNs. Which, of course, includes sweet pool! Specifically, sweet pool is surpisingly a rose wine, while Togainu no Chi is a red wine and Lamento -beyond the void- is a white wine. In my personal opinion I feel sweet pool would’ve been the more appropriate red wine, but that’s just me.

Unfortunately, there somewhat rare nowadays and due to international shipping regulations, are super expensive. 

Since I want to avoid using non-promotional images*, some of these are in less that stellar image quality. 

A little bit more infortmation under the cut!

Some further details; unfortunately this a manchine translation.

1) Togainu no Chi, original wine:  Ruler~ General Shiki’s wine (Red wine) The original wine has a blood-inspired color and a rich and mellow “dangerous” flavor. The illustration bromide is an image of Shiki and Akira's slightly dangerous adult night after the ending! ・Wine color: red ・Wine concept: red and black, mature scent, rich ・Wine taste: Full bodied ・Alcohol content: 13% Yes, this is based off the “General Shiki” bad ending.

2)  Lamento -BEYOND THE VOID- Original Wine: Time of Traveller. Flavour of fruit wine of Ransen (White wine) The original wine is inspired by the smooth fruit wine served at Baldo's inn, and has a light and friendly taste. The illustration bromide is an image of an adult moment where Rai and Bardo talk to each other only with their eyes! ・Wine color: White ・Wine concept: green, earthy, fresh, bright ・Wine taste: Moderate acidity and soft taste ・Alcohol content: 12% Ironically enough, this is the only one that does not contain/mentioned the protagonist. Rip to Konoe.

And, of course...

3) sweet pool Original Wine: Pure. Sacred. (Rose wine) The original wine has an image of a clear blue color that makes you feel forever, and it has a gentle flavor that allows you to enjoy the present moment without being overbearing. The illustration bromide is an image of the happy space of Shironuma and Sakiyama who have finished their student life after the ending! ・Wine color: Rosé ・Wine concept: blue (light like an aquarium), chic, mature ・Wine Taste: Refreshing and not peculiar ・Alcohol content: 12%

As mentioned, they come with bromides. Bromide (or sometimes called ‘promides’ is a little photographic protrait (or in this case, illustration) thats usually more popular in places like Korea or Japan. It’s named after the bromide paper it’s printed! Although nowadays, the cards aren’t always printed on bromide paper.

Unfortunately, since is a piece of sweet pool merchendise I have yet to obtain, this is the highest quality I could find the Bromides in. Which is tragic because the art of Shironuma and Sakiyama is quite lovely. 

The bottles, along with the cards, came with a pendant to decorated the bottle in. 

*(I have seen them in better quality images, but I would like to get the consent from the uploader first rather than just nabbing them).

[hotties4gojo]

i’m now realizing that literally like. 3 of you know about The List of my upcoming fics that I plan on posting here so I thought I’d share some of my WIP list!! ofc this isn’t EVERYTHING on my WIP list (this is only 12 of them) but these are some of the fics I’m working on <3 oyabun gojo and the first tattoo artist geto will probably be the first two I post but welllll we’ll see

1. In which tattoo artist Suguru talks so sweet and showers you in praise while doing the nastiest, freakiest, non god honoring things to you. (fem!reader)

snippet: He pulls out, cockhead drooling like a dog pining after a bone, and you whine at the loss. You’re plenty wet enough from cumming twice already, but, well… without a word, he allows saliva to pool in his mouth and Suguru crooks his neck to properly angle himself over your back.

Beneath him, you bend like a cat in heat, muscles visibly quivering beneath your sweat-slicked skin that isn’t covered by your dress as you try to mindlessly push back against him, profanities absorbed by the pillow your mouth is pressed into. You’re petal-soft beneath his hands; you unfurl like one, too.

Suguru doesn’t spit— he parts his lips, letting a glob of saliva roll down his tongue slow and molasses-like until it snaps and splatters where your cunt draws him in, long sooty eyelashes fluttering in expected surprise at the cool temperature of it. You hiss, shuddering. That’s when he slowly feeds the rest of his inches back into you, stirring the frothy honey pot of saliva, cum, slick.

“Nasty fucking freak,” you manage to rasp around a moan that comes out quaky at the drag of Suguru’s cock piercings against your tender inner walls.

2. In which you and Satoru get drunk and nasty in the bathroom at a college party. (fem!reader)

snippet: It doesn’t seem to end. Satoru’s shoulders shake and he laughs himself fucking sick, to the point that it makes his vision swim and he teeters. Oh, he’s gone. The man is finished. He can barely stand without wobbling, let alone undress.

”Sweeee—“ A hiccup interrupts him, “eeets. Need y’r help with m’pants. ‘Slike— ‘slike made of butter or sumthin’, dunno. Pleaseee, need ‘em off,” Satoru whines pathetically between giggles as he tries to hump against you like a dog in heat. He’s beyond drunk on love and alcohol.

3. In which Satoru firmly denies that he’s in love with you, his childhood best friend— when he actually has been for his entire life. (gn!reader)

snippet: It bothers him more than he’d like to admit. Because fuck, Satoru wishes he could call you his. Each reminder that you’re not makes him feel weirdly sensitive, so he just smiles sharply and waves it off. It’s worse when you laugh whenever someone brings it up.

You’re the first person he’s ever taken along on an overseas trip with his family as a plus one. He’s the first person you’ve ever taught how to carve a pumpkin. They’re each other’s many firsts.

(He wishes you had been the first person he was ever intimate with.)

You’re his first crush, too. Of course you are. He’s been hopelessly, awfully in love with you since they built a sandcastle together that fateful first day on the beach and you announced that they’d ‘share’ the mini bedroom (which was impossible). Still, little Satoru had flushed a bright red and took great interest in the seagull stealing someone’s chips.

But Satoru can’t just upturn their friendship with his own selfishness. No way. He firmly buries all thoughts of that with the occasional hookups with randos or short-lived relationships.

It’s best this way.

4. In which Oyabun Satoru and his wife, one of his secretaries, get down and dirty in his office. (fem!reader)

snippet: Looking down at you through long white lashes that flutter like the first snowfall of winter, his gaze is a mix of playfulness and appreciation in its rawest form. Satoru has to admit, this view is far more pleasant than any spreadsheet that he was pretending to give his attention to before you strode in.

Your perch on his desk gives you an air of sophisticated dominance that makes his cock give a very interested twitch in his trousers that he can’t help. Sue him for being horrendously attracted to his wife. Though he towers over you by a mere head due to the slight height advantage that his desk gives you, there’s no doubt that he yields completely and utterly to you. His brain conjures up an image of Nike, the Greek goddess of victory. Glorious and championing above the rest of them; victorious.

Woof, he thinks unintelligently.

5. In which tattoo artist Suguru’s roommate has been borrowing his clothes and he’s struggling with the feelings that come with it. (fem!reader)

snippet: You always look so cozy in his clothes that you look more natural wearing them than he does. His brain tends to bluescreen whenever he spies you in them, his thoughts unhelpfully providing frankly delusional and unrealistic scenarios where you’re wearing them because you’re dating him and take comfort in your ‘boyfriend’s’ clothes.

Those thoughts are dangerous enough on their own. But combined with the images that flash through his head of what you look like beneath his tops, which he remembers vividly from the day he pierced your nipples where you not only took your shirt off but he touched your bare skin with his gloved fingers, too… they’re lethal.

Personal boundaries are blurring more than usual. Though it’d be smart to draw a line in the sand and bar you from taking his stuff, Suguru can’t bring himself to do so. Not when seeing you in his clothes secretly flusters and warms him at the same time.

Letting you continue to borrow them is harmless. Surely.

6. In which you and Satoru become parents in their fourth and last year at Jujutsu High. (fem!reader)

snippet: One of his biggest solaces is that it won't always be like this— the constant exhaustion, the anxiety. Someday, they'll find their footing and learn how to balance it all. When you and Satoru graduate, they won’t have to stay in their cramped dorm with their bed in one corner, a crib in the other, and the tiny kitchenette full of baby bottles, sweets, and instant ramen. He’ll buy them all a nice big house with a backyard for Satoshi to play in.

(Being a father at eighteen years old, a partner, a student, and the strongest sorcerer all at once is an overwhelming balancing act. But he can't let it show. He has to be the unflappable Satoru Gojo, the man who can handle it all with a smile. He just hopes he can keep it together long enough to give his family the life they deserve.)

7. In which you, the CEO of your own company, get pregnant via artificial insemination— and your younger personal assistant, Satoru, fights for his life because he happens to love milfs. (fem!reader)

snippet: i have no presentable lines rn tewbehones

8. In which you put Satoru in his place as you shouldddd! (fem!reader)

snippet: "Ohhh fuck, your cunt is— it's s-so fucking good," Satoru slurs out, his words running together in a watery stream as he drowns in his girlfriend's perfect pussy. His fingers dig into the meat of your ass, spreading your cheeks wide and using his grip as leverage as he pumps up into you. "I need to cum so bad, sugar, please say I can. I'm your good boy, right? I've earned it, haven't I?"

9. In which Satoru realizes he’s about to lose his virginity and panics. (fem!reader)

snippet: Satoru almost responds with something like ‘if I do, I think I’ll prove the human combustion theory correct,’ or ‘are you actually about to take me to coochie-land?’ or, god forbid, ‘WOOF WOOF WOOF,’ but tries for something less brainlessly desperate.

Fuck, he needs one of those Life Alert clickers.

“This corner of your bed is the perfect spot to ponder so I’m just taking advantage of this golden opportunity, sweets. I’m thinking about the systematic oppression of women so hard right now,” Satoru tries as he nods sagely, as if to convince himself of his own bullshit. He stares at the wall while nervously bouncing his leg.

CEO sugar daddy Suguru and sugar baby reader mini series:

10. installment 1/4: In which CEO Suguru meets you in a bar, offers to be your sugar daddy, and eats you out in the bathroom while they discuss a contract— all in one night. (fem!reader)

snippet: Perhaps you notice the wedding bands on their fingers just as Suguru has, or maybe you value yourself too much to associate with, frankly, greasy and sleazy looking pursuers. Whatever the case, you have self respect and charm in heaps. That’s something he likes.

Suguru supposes it wouldn’t hurt to try his hand at wooing you. He has nothing to lose and everything to gain— that, and he’s most certainly not gonna let that sweetheart, all pretty face no waist, get snatched up by some loser.

11. In which you, the heir to the throne, and your first ever concubine Suguru teach your second and newest concubine, Satoru, the ropes. (fem!reader)

snippet: Suguru sits up, his kimono, embellished with silvery moons, sliding off of one of his elegant shoulders. “I am here to play witness to, and aid in, your introduction to the duties of a concubine. But I did not think it would be… you, of all people, to walk through those doors.”

Throwing a tantrum without actually throwing a tantrum, Satoru kicks off his sandals and marches towards the bed. He plants one knee on the cushy edge of it, ignoring Suguru’s soft hiss of “have you no respect for Your Highness’s space?” and points at the other concubine.

“Hah? What’s that supposed to mean, you stiff-necked prude?” Satoru jabs snidely.

12. In which you and Satoru babysit your niece for the day. (gn!reader)

snippet: Satoru squats as you lead Mei to him, folding himself into something smaller and kinder for her, legs bowing out like a frog’s and blue eyes level with her round ones. You release her hand and she fidgets as she takes him in, murmuring a shy, “hi.”

“Hey, Mei. Those are some nice shoes you’ve got there,” he tells the four-year-old, internally crying and punching the floor because ohmygod those tiny little booties are killing him. Mei breaks out into a toothy grin and Satoru really does nearly punch the floor, but restrains himself as to not spook her (and invite your ire).

“We’ll have lots of fun today while your mama Sagiri is busy, okay?” He sticks out his pinky, wiggling it a little when Mei blinks curiously at him until she interlaces their pinkies in a promise. Her finger is so tiny around his, all bite-sized bones and squishy chubby skin. He beams, then peeks up at you, jokingly mouthing ‘we soooo need to steal her from your sister.’

[dahliaslove]

⭑ GIVING DEWEY RILEY HEAD

⭑ author's note: english is not my first language so please be kind, but also this is my first time posting any of my writing so i do appreciate feedback! (just be nice about it)

⭑ warnings: oral, praise, dewey being a sap, reader being a sap, Dewey whimpers, fingering, there’s no use of y/n, dewey calls reader sweetie occasionally, a bit ooc because i got carried away

⭑ word count: 1.38k

⭑ pairing: Dewey Riley x f!reader

minors please do not interact!

Dewey’s hands normally nervously hovering around his side are now gripping onto the top of your head as he tries not to rut his hips desperately into your mouth. His eyes clamped shut in ecstasy and his mouth slightly parted open, letting out shallow pants intermingled with breathless pleas for release.

Tears cloud your vision as you gag slightly when his cock hits the back of your throat. You can feel the wetness between your thighs grow as you listen to Dewey babble out apologies and try to calm his twitching hips as much as he can.

"ah sweetheart—" he cuts himself off with a little whimper whenever you pull off his cock to gently smear the precum on his tip with a kiss. Moving back down, you slide your tongue around the underside of his shaft, lapping at a few prominent veins. You can hear his breaths coming out in shorts bursts above you while his cock twitches in the back of your throat.

"Feels so good, you're so good, I-" he bucks his hips up into your mouth and lets out a noise that has you clenching your legs together to relieve the pressure in your aching cunt. The second he cracks open his eyes and sees you reaching down to rock back and forth on your hand, he lets out a strangled moan and thrusts his hips up into your mouth.

You continue to bob your head up and down his cock, trying to find a pace in time with his movements, while still focusing on circling your fingers on your sensitive clit. Sensing dewey’s release was near, you removed your messy hand from your clit to pump the base of his shaft and cup his balls, bringing a high pitched noise out of his lips

It didn’t take long for him to still in your mouth, his release pooling in your mouth and down your throat. He lets out a low whine when you pull off his cock and he sees the string of spit connecting his now soft and sensitive cock to your lips. After leaning in to give Deweys cock one last kiss, you pull yourself up to sit on his lap and run your hands through his messy hair.

He’s never looked more pretty than right now and that’s saying something, his face flushed an adorable shade of pink and his hair sticking up in different directions even as you attempt to smooth it down. Taking a moment to come down from his sensitive state, he leans into the delicate and soothing touch of your hands scratching over his scalp. Now with his mind slightly clear, he cracks his eyes half way open and he pulls you into him to land a few sloppy kisses to your shoulder.

"Dewey, that tickles!" you laugh, feeling his lips curl up beneath his mustache against your shoulder.

“Y’know, you're always so good to me baby, how about I return the favor? I just wanna make you feel good, just how you like it, I promise” he murmurs into your ear, his lips stretched into a sweet grin and his voice slightly raspy after his last orgasm. Somewhat clumsy but soft hands trail along your thighs, before he gently turns you over onto the bed.

“I ever tell you how lucky I am to be with you?” he says with a bashful look on his face as he hovers above you, chocolate brown eyes shining in the yellow light of the lamp on his nightstand.

“We both know i’m the lucky one Dewey, but please get on with it.” You give him a warm smile, the pitch of your voice going slightly whiny at the end as you cant your hips in his direction.

He responds to you with a happy hum as he begins trailing kisses down your stomach.

“M’sorry sweets, you’re just so damn—“ he cuts himself off with a soft kiss to the area under your belly button “distracting.” Pulling back up, he finishes his sentence with a squeeze to the pudge on your hips and a love struck grin.

Lowering his head into your pussy, he starts off with a slow pace, languidly leaving sloppy kisses over your pussy at an almost agonizing pace and lightly sucking on your clit. It's not long until he's speeding up and he has your hips wildy bucking up into his mouth, his nose bumping against your clit and providing extra stimulation that has you choking on your own breaths.

With your noises spurring him on he reaches his hands down to your thighs to fervently pull you into him as much as possible. Faintly in the back of your mind you wonder if he can even breathe but that thought is discarded as soon he starts pumping his fingers inside of you.

“Oh go—god! Dewey. . . !” your hands grip his hair tighter and you toss your head back as you desperately try to meet the thrusts of his fingers. Tears prick at your eyes as soon as he moans against your clit, the vibrations adding to the almost overwhelming sensation and turning you into a writhing mess beneath him.

Arching your back, you feel the tightness in your stomach building more and more. He only crooks his fingers in your walls and burrows his face deeper into your cunt in response, continuing until your a sobbing mess and all you can remember is his name and all you can feel is the overwhelming sensation of your orgasm combined with the rapid movement of his fingers in between your legs.

“S’too much! i cant-“ you gasp out with tears fully streaming down your face now, it hitting you like a truck as soon as the stimulation from fingers and tongue feel like too much.

“Please just one more? i know you can do it for me.” Dewey lifts his head up from the sticky mess between your thighs and begs, his voice breathless and his eyebrows furrowed, as he sends you a puppy eyed look that has you sucking in a breath and nodding frantically.

Dewey doesn’t waste a second in burying himself back into your cunt and picking back up the rapid pace of his fingers pumping in and out of you.

You’re not sure how long he keeps you like this, all you know is that he keeps himself between your legs for a while, working you through orgasm after orgasm. Your head becoming a mess of incoherent thoughts that you babble out mindlessly along with pleasured cries of Dewey’s name. Mixed with these sounds are the occasional moans from Dewey and the bed creaking furiously as he greedily rocks his hips against the bed in an attempt to relieve some of the ache between his own legs.

Dewey only stops once you're a trembling mess and your hands are like harsh claws on the back of his head. He pulls his sticky fingers out eliciting a whine from you that turns into a low moan when you see him begin to suck his fingers off with a satisfied hum.

Once he’s climbed back over you he leaves a delicate kiss to your lips and then moves to your jaw to pepper more kisses, whispering words of praise as he does so. He only pauses to let out a hiss when his cock rubs against your upper thigh, sensitive from him humping against the sheets.

“You doing okay sweetie?” you only respond with a pleased hum, brain still foggy from Dewey’s mouth. “How about I run us a nice bath?” Seeing you nod again in response, he heads towards the connecting bathroom and turns the bath faucet on.

You crack your eyes open and stretch out your body on the bed, Dewey’s soft footsteps padding into the room moments later informing you that the bath is ready.

“You want me to carry you there?” The tinge of worry in his eyes makes your heart swell and you can’t resist the opening to tease him even with this feeling blooming in your chest.

“Somebody wants to show off their muscles, huh?” Immediately his skin flushes and you wonder how someone could get so flustered easily. He playfully rolls his eyes at you and helps you walk there instead with a content smile.

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[lostloveletters]

Love Like an Ache in the Jaw (John Brady x OC)

Summary: Kate "Woody" Woodward isn't quite sure what to make of love when she's finally got it, presented to her with unwavering devotion by the freshly promoted Captain John Brady.

Note: This is an expanded version of With a Rose Between Your Teeth (Is That Blood in Your Mouth for Me?) Title comes from Sweet Dreams, TN by The Last Shadow Puppets. Also, a million thanks to Kara @karasnonsense99 for letting me ramble about these two all the time ilysm🖤 Do not interact if you're under 18, terf or radfem, or post thinspo/ED content.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Inevitable historical and technical inaccuracies. Depictions of blood. Sexually explicit content involving oral sex (m. receiving).

The shining double bars on his collar said it all, catching the sunlight as he walked over to her on the tarmac. Unprecedented pride bubbled up in Woody’s stomach at the sight of him, and for a careless moment, she allowed it to boil over into a congratulatory kiss on his cheek. John didn’t protest, his hands on her waist, kissing her as best as he could with his lips pulled into a smile. Whispered about going out that night to celebrate. Not alone. Never alone, but typically with good enough company that she didn’t mind.

They were joined by most of his crew, guys she’d gotten to know well enough by virtue of hanging around John, but she managed to talk Darla into coming along when Holly declined her invitation, a regretful tiredness in her smile when she insisted Woody go out without her. But her fellow mechanic was fun, if not a little rowdy—perfect for a night of celebrating.

In all honesty, the night panned out to be a bit tamer than she’d been expecting. She zoned out from Hoerr and Hambone’s argument over whether Rita Hayworth or Betty Grable had better legs. John didn’t hesitate to input his preference for Hayworth, something Woody occasionally teased him about, asking if she should dye her hair red just to watch his ears burn the same color. Always muttered something about liking her the best, taking her into his arms and kissing her as if she needed the reassurance she wouldn’t lose him to the likes of the bombshell actress.

No, the conversation being held behind them caught her attention, a man musing at the billiards table over finding someone to play eight-ball with, having just been paid and ready to supplement his payday. Her fingers twitched as she brought her cigarette to her lips, inhaling as her mind raced. She’d played plenty stateside, back when she was still going by Kate.

Woody wasn’t sure what the hell he meant by quid, but her serpentine confidence slithered over the necessity of understanding exactly how much was on the table. When the car business was slow, hustling pool had been her next best bet. Good enough that she was sure even after two years of eschewing such habits, she would come out on top. 

She turned around in her seat, and before she could stop herself, said, “I’ll play you.”

An RAF pilot and his buddies. They shared incredulous looks, snickering amongst themselves until one chuckled, “That would hardly be a fair game.”

“Double it.”

“I beg your pardon?” he asked.

The corners of her lips twitched, and she snuffed out her cigarette in the ashtray in the middle of the table as she stood up. “Whatever you’re betting, double it, if you’re so sure.”

The voices at the table fell to a hush, and she felt John’s fingers brush the small of her back through her blouse, as if to give her an out if she wanted. Too late. She let the beast rear its ugly head, forked tongue and all, as she stared down the pilot. He relented, holding out the pool cue for her. Probably figured it’d be an easy win. Line his pockets with her misguided cockiness.

Woody grabbed the cue. Watched with curiosity as they set up the rack, placing the eight ball at the foot instead of in the middle. Licked her lips as she realized there may have been differences in the way the British played than how she was used to, but she wasn’t about to betray her own ignorance by asking what exactly the rules were.

Instead, with a deceptively bored-sounding self assurance asked, “So am I stripes or solids?”

He considered her for a moment. “Stripes.” Motioned to the table. “Ladies first.”

She scoffed, cooly rolling her eyes at his false chivalry as she leaned over to break the rack. Spared a glance at John, his arms folded across his chest, watching her with an intensity that nearly sent a shiver down her spine. She hit the cue ball, sending stripes and solids across the felted table.

Standing up straight, she followed the striped ten as it rolled into a corner pocket. Missed the next one, but so did the pilot, and it was her turn again. She made up for her sloppy performance with nine and twelve in another corner pocket. 

Woody stalked around the table and leaned over in front of John, making a bit more of a show than was necessary in shifting her hips to make the hit. Fourteen in the middle pocket. Looked over at him, the slightest smile on her face when they locked eyes. Everything else faded into the background, white noise and static compared to the way he was looking at her. 

Acutely aware of his attention, drinking in the sight of her as she leaned over every so often, deliberately biting her lip or sticking her tongue between her teeth just to see his reaction, playing a different game entirely by the time she hit all of the stripes into the pockets, finally finishing off the eight ball.

Darla laughed. “Goddamn Woody, I didn’t know you could play like that.”

“She must’ve cheated somehow,” the pilot said dismissively to his friends, as if she weren’t even there.

“Jesus Christ, these guys,” Hambone muttered.

“There’s no way she could have cheated,” John said. “Be a man and pay up.”

“Or what?”

Woody shot him a glare, leaning against the cue. “Or I’ll shove this up your—”

It happened so fast. Too fast. Before she could even blink, a wad of spit landed on her face. 

John grabbed Woody’s shoulder, pushing her behind him. Scraping chairs and mangled shouts drowned out the music playing from the jukebox. She wiped the spit off of her cheek with the back of her hand, cringing as she shook it out. Her stomach sank. Why the fuck did she say that? Lost herself for just a minute, let herself be the person she tried to leave behind in San Francisco, and it all went to shit, like everything Kate touched tended to do at some point.

Her eyes frantically searched for John in the fight that erupted. The sinking feeling in her stomach warped into something else entirely at the sight of him, taking a punch to his jaw before throwing a solid one in return. Always found guys who fought for their girls teeming with unearned bravado, something to prove. But John’s bravado had been wholly earned. Proved himself with his promotion to Captain, which he was putting in jeopardy on her behalf. More than that, it looked good on him.

Still, she wouldn't let him bear the brunt of her mistake if she could help it. She shuffled forward, narrowly avoiding an elbow to the face as she grabbed his arm.

“John, come on! He’s an idiot!”

She practically had to wrestle him away from the chaos and into the bathroom. A cramped space with peeling paint and a naked lightbulb that almost didn’t let her close the door behind them until she forced it shut.

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

“Why not?”

Water poured freely from the faucet. She watched as he splashed some in his mouth, swishing it between puffed up cheeks. 

“People might think we’re in love or something.”

He spit into the sink. Water pink with blood pooled at the rusty drain. It dripped from his chin as he stared her down with blown out pupils, reflecting her own unspoken desire. “We are.”

She reached out and wiped his chin with the pad of her thumb. Glanced at the glistening residue on her finger before sticking it in her mouth, letting the faint coppery taste settle sweetly on her tongue. 

“Yeah. We are.” 

And all at once she was consumed by it, the fiery desolation of being loved and loving in return. Made her skin burn, feel more alive than she had in months. No wonder it made people go crazy. Like him, her calm and collected pilot who suddenly didn’t hesitate to throw punches over a woman with no honor to defend except for the fact that he loved her. 

He loved her.

She kissed him with a ferocity that forced him to grip the sink to keep himself steady. The faint traces of blood still in his mouth sent an almost vampiric fervor through her. Brought her hand up to his neck and felt the way his Adam’s apple bobbed at her touch. Always privately lamented that she couldn’t mark up his throat the way she desperately wanted to, sink her teeth into him and let everyone know he was hers.

She wanted more of him. Always more. Lowered her hands to unbuckle his belt.

“Sweetheart, what are you—”

“Got that handsome face of yours roughed up over me,” she rasped, pressing her lips to his jaw as she unzipped his pants. “‘S the least I can do, Johnny.”

He uttered a low ‘fuck’ as he watched her drop to her knees in the tight space. Nuzzled her nose against his crotch, the dim lighting nearly concealing the playful smile that's spread across her lips. She pulled his pants and underwear down to his knees. He swallowed roughly, licking his lips in anticipation. 

She spit into her palm, then took his cock in her hand, wet and calloused as she pumped his length. Pressed a kiss to his head before wrapping her lips around it, her tongue warm and inviting. He threaded his fingers through her hair, his blunt nails scratching against her scalp. 

She watched him intently, his face contorting with pleasure as she took more of him in her mouth. Noticed with obsessive observation what made him moan louder or tug on her hair a little harder. All of the noises he made echoed in the cramped space, and only served to drive her wild, give her more motivation to bring him to climax. 

Her fingernails pressed crescent-shaped marks into his thighs when he thrust in her mouth. Didn’t matter that her jaw started to ache a little, lips were probably swollen and puffy. She wanted him to feel good, to know how much he meant to her, to use the memory of her on her knees in any fantasy he conjured up for himself in his private moments. She wanted to be it for him.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he forced out, his voice low and gravelly. “I’m close.”

She choked a bit when he thrust harder, the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat. It twitched against her tongue, pulsing and veiny, his length almost too much for her to handle when he came, her name falling from his lips like a prayer though she was the one on her knees.

“That’s my good girl,” he praised as she swallowed his cum, fondly stroking her messy blonde hair. “Such a good fucking girl.” Her body purred at his words, claiming her with a gentle ownership she keened at the thought of. 

She figured she loved him for much longer than just that night, except she hadn’t realized because it felt so different from the way other people described it. Not particularly soft or sweet, but it made her feel powerful, alive.  Like staring down everything she feared and finally feeling able to conquer it all instead of running—she was so damn tired of running.

He offered his hand, pulling her up from the floor. His lips brushed her cheek, adoration pouring from the simple gesture of affection. “I love you,” he whispered against her warm skin.

“I love you too.”

Woody leaned against the door, catching her breath as John pulled his pants back on. Took a look at himself in the mirror, straightening himself out to appear every bit of the no-nonsense Captain who had her wrapped around his finger. 

Turning around, he gave her a once over, taking in her ragged appearance in comparison.

“Your nylons—“

She looked down, finding a tear at the knee. “I don’t give a damn. Let’s just get outta here, Johnny.”

“You sure?”

“We can sneak out the back and spend the rest of the night alone. They all probably think we left already.”

“Sounds like you have somewhere in mind.”

Woody smiled, turning the knob to crack the door open, checking if anyone would notice the two of them slipping out together. Taking his hand in hers, she gently squeezed it. “I might.”

[werepuppy-steve]

like june, august was also a rough month. work has been kicking my ass more and more lately, leaving me little to no time to enjoy my hobbies. i've been playing video games more recently to get my brain to relax and unwind more than i've been reading, admittedly. but we're trying our best.

something new this time: a gen rec section where i rec any non stranger things/steddie fics i read for the month!

<- july fic rec • more fic recs • my ao3

you were warm when everything was cold - G, 5.4k, complete @lesbianrobin

tags: lumax, background steddie, established relationship, masculinity crisis, lucas centric

There’s something about watching Steve and Eddie that makes his chest ache, just a little bit. Something that feels like it’s just out of reach, like if he could just jump an inch higher he could grasp it and know what it is, have a name for it, figure out what feels like it’s missing with Max. He never felt like something was missing with Max before. She was perfect. She is perfect! Like, sure, not actually perfect, because nobody’s actually perfect, but she’s perfect for him just like he hopes he’s perfect for her, and they’re perfect together. Maybe Lucas is overcompensating.

Sweet Boy - E, 2/2, complete Ghost_ing_Temptations

tags: dom/sub, puppy play, accidental subspace, good boy steve harrington

Steve is used to it by now, the teasing 'good dog's thrown his way, the occasional 'fetch.' He's not sure when the idea of him as the Party's resident guard dog started, but he's gotten over the swirling feeling in his stomach at those words... pretty much. Regardless, Robin is capable of convincing him of anything. So here he is hosting a Halloween get together dressed in ears, a tail and the real kicker - a collar. What could go wrong?

Horny for Horsepower - E, 2.5k, complete Oralmystery

tags: crackfic, transformers au, masturbation

Steve is a transformer and Eddie is the mechanic in love with him. Dustin accidentally spills soda all over Steve’s backseat and Eddie has to clean it up. In spite of Eddie's best efforts the sticky situation only gets stickier.

future in your hand (signed, sealed, delivered) - T, 10.3k, complete formous_iniquis

tags: no upside down au, penpals, childhood friends to lovers, appalachian eddie, road trips

Dear Eddie, Mrs. Simpson says I’m supposed to thank you for volunteering to be my partner even though you’re a fifth grader. I don’t know why I should though since now I actually have to do this stupid pen pal project. I know she only paired me with an older kid cause she thinks I’m dumb. But thanks for the extra work I guess. Sincerely (cause we aren’t friends), Steve Harrington --- Assigned to be pen pals elementary school, Steve and Eddie find themselves growing closer than they could have imagined as children. Sending letters where they become confidants, friends, and more over the years they write to one another. Nearly a decade after they start an incident sends Steve himself to Eddie. The two leave Hawkins and road trip together to their Happily Ever After.

Burnin' for You - T, 7.1k, complete @soaringornithopter

tags: no upside down au, modern au, t4t steddie, mutual pining, getting together

During a record breaking heatwave, the residents of Hawkins are forced to endure rolling blackouts. Eddie learns he can't handle the unbearable heat and takes steps to try to improve his situation. While on the hunt for work, he repeatedly crosses paths with Steve, who decides to invite Eddie over to take a break from the weather by enjoying the Harrington's pool and reliable central air conditioning. It may take a few visits before they finally get what they both want.

crush notes - T, 4/4, complete @steddiecameraroll

tags: post-s2, secret admirer, getting together

“So, you’re getting love letters?” “Well, I wouldn’t call them love letters, more like crush notes…” Eddie Munson has a secret admirer. He has no idea who it could be, but maybe his new friendship with the one and only Steve Harrington can come in handy.

honeysuckle - E, 2.4k, complete (ao3) @hawkinsbnbg

tags: dom/sub, breeding kink, cock cages, face slapping, daddy kink, good boy steve harrington, overstimulation, prostate milking

Eddie didn't look upset per se. He looked— Amused. Like he knew exactly why Steve acted that way and was more than ready to make it worse.

hidden lace - E, 2.8k, complete (ao3) @steddieas-shegoes

tags: lingerie, secret relationship, car sex, public sex, top eddie, bottom steve

Steve is pissed at Eddie. Like, genuinely pissed. Not that cute, haha my boyfriend was being annoying but I love him, pissed. The kind where if he saw him right now, he’d do something really stupid, like yell or break up with him. And he knew he didn’t actually want to do that.

Bark At The Moon - T, WIP @evillittleguy

tags: pre-series, canon rewrite, werewolf steve, pining

He just wants to go home. He doesn’t even know what home is anymore. He rolls onto his butt and sits in the dirt. Alone in the woods he lets himself cry.  After the worst of it is over and he’s sniffling away the snot and the tears- wiping with his sleeve- he realizes he’s being watched and freezes. In front of him only a few feet away a small honey-brown wolf is poorly hidden in the underbrush.

Coming home to you - E, 1.3k, complete @just-my-latest-hyperfixation

tags: established relationship, post series, fluff and smut, soft dom eddie, sub steve, dry humping

Eddie is halfway through composing an absolutely sick riff when the front door slams shut. The sound rattles the walls of the apartment and sends one of their framed photos askew. Eddie blinks, pulling off his headphones and taking a few moments to get his bearings. It’s starting to turn dark outside and his stomach is rumbling. Shit, for how long was he out?  “Stevie? You home?” he calls, but the apartment stays quiet, bar for the creak of the bedroom door and the thud of a body hitting the mattress. Eddie frowns, setting the guitar aside and padding across the hallway.

don't' want to move on - E, 3.1k, complete (ao3) @steddieas-shegoes

tags: modern au, exes to lovers, frottage

If Steve knows one thing, it’s that Eddie knows how to get under his skin and in his bed. Ever since their breakup, a disaster of epic proportions for the entire friend group, Steve’s kept his distance from every possible interaction with Eddie. He’s made sure to find reasons to miss group outings and put himself on the schedule at work on the nights when he knew Eddie would be at movie nights or dinner. He purposely scheduled pool parties for days and times he knew Eddie would be busy. But he couldn’t get out of this one. And now he has Eddie’s eyes on him from across the room, staring into his soul, reading his mind probably.

Heartache to Heartache - E, 1.7k, complete (ao3) @steddie-island | kintsugi_kid

tags: established relationship, make up sex, top eddie, bottom steve

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Eddie had asked. His hands shook with his anger, his frustration, with the desire to grab this stupid beautiful boy by the shoulders. "What the fuck, Steve?" "I was helping," Steve said, clearly confused. "I just wanted to help—" "No, you were just using Daddy's money to make problems go away again." Steve had winced at that, but then he'd straightened his spine. "Yeah, I used my dad's money. So what? Why does it matter how it got paid for?" or Steve and Eddie have a fight. And then they get to make up about it.

Do it for him - T, 1.5k, complete (ao3) @steddie-island | kintsugi_kid

tags: established relationship, medical trauma, hurt/comfort

"I'm worried about you," Eddie had whispered in bed one morning, when Steve was in that soft space between sleep and wakefulness. "I know your hearing is getting worse, and you need glasses… I know you didn't get looked at after everything, and I get why, but…" He'd kissed Steve's hair, his temple, his cheek. "I can't lose you. Please, Stevie. For me?" That was all it had taken for Steve to finally give in. or Eddie helps Steve face his fears and get himself checked out.

Safe With You - E, 4.8k, complete (ao3) @hotluncheddie

tags: established relationship, daddy kink, under-negotiated kink, hurt/comfort, soft dom eddie, sub steve

‘Tell me something.’ Eddie says between kisses, quiet and deep and Steve feels like there’s whisky in his belly, thrumming through his veins. Drunk on Eddie Munson. ‘Tell me what you like, show me. Let me help baby.’ His hooded eyes pull Steve in, fingers stroking hairs away from his forehead and lips pressing kisses to his cheekbones. Steve doesn’t know how to answer, how to ask for something he wants. ‘No, I. Te-tell me what you like.’ He says, pulling Eddie’s shirt up and off, giving himself a moment away from eye contact, away from the vulnerability Eddie draws out of him. Eddie lets his T-shirt be tossed away, pulling Steve close and swaying them again gently. Slowing the moment once more. ‘Mmm, I like lots of things. Like making pretty boys feel good, for one.’ He ponders, hand soothing up and down Steve’s back. ‘And you, honey, are the prettiest guy I’ve ever seen.’ He smiles, teeth glinting in the soft lamplight. Steve ducks his head as his cheeks flush, smiling, hiding in Eddie’s shoulder. (Or Steve and Eddie try something new, it doesn't quite go to plan, but they talk it through.)

Beautiful Decline - M/E, series, WIP Izzy_Grinch | @troublemakingrebel

tags: assassin's creed valhalla, ceolvarr, rough sex, age difference, secret relationship, good boy ceolbert, falling in love, fix it fic

On a celebration that takes place the night after his father has been crowned a new King of Mercia, Ceolbert feels unwisely bold and seeks Ivarr's company.

Of Dandelions and Nettles - E, 22.3k, complete Izzy_Grinch | @troublemakingrebel

tags: assassin's creed valhalla, ceolvarr, friends to lovers, age difference, first time, ivarr lets ceol-baby get away with so much and everyone is shocked, drunk sex, morning after, flower language

Even when Ceolbert messes up Ivarr's game of Orlog, his plans to pass out drinking and his intentions to wake up alone, Ivarr lets him, as he lets his own hands wander into Ceolbert's hair and down his pliable skin.

Hay Fever - E, 5/5, complete Izzy_Grinch | @troublemakingrebel

tags: assassin's creed valhalla, ceolvarr, age difference, friends to lovers, not so secret relationship, time skips, sexual tension,they fuck in so many stables yall

All it takes is a snap of the last straw. Over the course of five chapters, Ceolbert walks a path from his father's son to a Prince, to an Ealdorman, to a King, each milestone celebrated with Ivarr by his side in the questionable privacy of the local stables.

The Skillful Hunter - M, 5/5, complete hapaxlegomena

tags: assassin's creed valhalla, ceolvarr + ubba, age difference, impotence

Ivarr and Ceolbert pass a year together. Hunting, learning the art of war, and other things a man has to know.