#peep their tattoos too

[gaytedlasso]

The problem with trying to sneak out of Ted Lasso's bed is that Ted Lasso is too perceptive for his own good. Beard knows it's over for him when he rolls over to his side and immediately hears the first protesting groan. He waits a beat or two to see if he's maybe gotten lucky, but it's immediately followed by his husband's deep, gravelly morning voice.

"Baby," he complains, drawing the word out. "Where're you goin'?"

It doesn't matter how many times he's heard it, Ted's morning voice never stops being his favourite thing. The urge to stay is so strong. To give in and get that voice muttering the kind of filth that makes him never want to leave bed again. But Beard has to resist it.

"I told you yesterday that I have to run some errands this morning," says Beard, knowing that the determination he was hoping to find in his voice is missing.

"Absolutely not," says Ted, and before Beard can do anything, Ted's arms and legs are wrapped around him like the world's clingiest octopus. He begins peppering Beard's neck with kisses, and Beard can't help but laugh and lean back into them. "You've been krakened. You can't go anywhere now."

"Honey, you know I want to stay here as much as you want me to," says Beard, just Ted starts using his teeth, and oh god does he want to stay, but… "but I've gotta go. I've gotta get the groceries otherwise we aren't eating later."

"So? We'll get takeout," he says and though Beard can't see it, he knows Ted is pouting. "C'mon, baby. Can't you see that it's just raining? There ain't no need to go outside…"

He sings the lyrics in a low voice, lips brushing the spot just behind his ear and Beard finds the last of his resolve slipping away.

"Coach," he tries feebly, but he knows he's already lost.

"Baby," says Ted in reply, clinging tighter. Beard laughs and leans forward to kiss Ted's forearm.

"You win again," he says. "This ship has been dragged right to the bottom of the ocean."

"Mmm, you say that like you aren't winning too."

And Beard is. He has.

- written by thee amazing @tinylilemrys

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also go listen to Banana Pancakes while you look at this for the full experience

[vee-lo0]

If doflamingo ever saw Laws dressrosa disguise this definitely would’ve been his reaction

[taamlok]

OH YEAH BABY

this is EXACTLY what i wanted for her, this is her canon armour aside from her work uniforms with the veil jumpers

a) it's in the exact colour scheme i picked for her months ago b) it's a good combination of sailor and veil jumper orangey leather c) thumb ring which is probably the most popular historic lesbian flagging technique d) taash has identical armour in a different colour which means they can be matchy matchy (it also happens to be my favourite taash armour)

[inafieldofdaisies]

Last Line Paragraph Tag | Tagged by @simplegenius042 ❤️

The first thing to greet her were small feet scurrying off across the wooden floors that made her release a sigh before she called out, "Zorro." Initially the name had no effect until seconds later when a head poked out from behind the bar and "Calahan's son" rushed at her, wrapping his paws around her leg in what his owner deemed as "greeting". "Morning to you, too, boy.", Mary May muttered as she stared down at the raccoon, then pointed towards the stairs, "Up to your father you go now. I have to open the bar. Can't have you chasing off paying customers." The raccoon made no move, dark gaze trained on her face, forcing her to repeat more sternly, "Up, Zorro." At the command Zorro finally sprung into action, waddling over to the stairs and sneaking a look her way to see if she was following as he began to climb up. He got half of the way and stopped, making Mary May shake her head, "What? Want me to come too? Fine. Guess I do need to open the door for you. Maybe he should teach you how to do that." The second her boots hit the first step, the raccoon resumed his ascend. "Bit off a Peggie's finger, did ya now?", Zorro's ears perked up as if he understood her words, "Good job.", then she frowned, "And I'm talking to a raccoon now. Your daddy is rubbing off on me, Zorro." She pushed open the door that separated the downstairs area and her living quaters and followed him inside at the exact moment Calahan chose to exit her bedroom in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist as he dried off his hair with another. "Jesus, Rookie.", the words left her before she could stop them, winning a laugh out of him. "Thought you headed down. Sorry.", Hartley explained sheepishly, while his smug smile was anything but apologetic and only widening at the fact she was most definitely gawking and yet to get anything else out, "Enjoying the view, gorgeous?" Pull yourself together. Mary May narrowed her eyes, taking a final look at him before she twirled around and said, "Make sure your son behaves." The door cut off his throaty laughter while she took the stairs two at a time and tried her hardest to stop her mind from wandering into a dangerous territory, of wondering what the small tattoo above his hip spelled. Sure as hell ain't asking him. He won't let me live that one down.

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[mitchell-nihil]

Cassandra character sheet!!!

These keep getting longer and longer...

Reblogs appreciated :D

close ups! kinda! because you can hardly read anything

[jnixz]

Reminder on Ford's Honey Pepper Bacon tattoo

You are welcome

[ralphmaccchiato]

new (rib) tattoo reveal

[lalunanymph]

𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 — toji fushiguro

you love spoiling your husband rotten

The sun creeps across his scarred, tan skin, and it’s not long before he feels your fingers doing the same.

Down his abs, over his pecs; slowly etching the tattoos curling around his biceps and arms with a soft touch he knows all too well. 

He resists the urge to grin, pretending to be asleep so you could continue with your naughty exploration. You sigh, and the sound tugs on his heartstrings. Toji thinks it's time to end this little game of yours before he does something you’ll regret starting. 

“A bit early to be a tease, don’t you think?” 

His sleep-roughened voice stops you short. Your fingers freeze in their unhurried path up his pecs, your breath faltering out in a whoosh. 

“T-Toji,” you stammer, and this time, he cracks his eyes open, a lazy smile lifting the corners of his lips.

“Mornin’, dollface.” Huffing, he pulls you on top of him, your naked skin intimately flushed against his. Late night scenes from last night play in his mind, a dirty reel on loop as he repays the favor, stroking your hips and thighs; running those calloused fingertips all over the marks stretching across your belly. 

“Those monsters still asleep?” 

You nod. “Haven’t heard a peep from them.” 

The golden band around his ring finger is cool when it touches your neck. Fighting back a shiver, you crane into his caress, almost purring with how delicately he’s touching you.

“Megs will be awake soon,” he murmurs, but it doesn’t stop him from grinding his stiffening hardness into your thigh.

You bite down on your lower lip, and Toji groans.

Your husband, still fit and handsome, dazzles you with a smirk, untucking your lip from the confines of your teeth.

“Oh, darlin’,” he mumbles. “You’re not supposed to do that—you know how wild that makes me.”

Shifting while straddling his thighs, you can’t pretend to not want this, especially when it's Toji of all people who’s looking at you through heavy lids, the tip of his tongue briefly touching the split skin of his scarred lip. 

“Get on this dick, baby,” he exhales huskily. 

Obediently, you mount him, letting him lift up your hips.

“Oh—Toji,” your caught gasp turns into a low moan when he stretches past the tight muscle, inching you down onto his leaking, throbbing cock. 

There’s nothing in the world that can make him go insane other than the feeling of your walls lovingly wrapped around his thick length. Your tinier hands brace on his broad pecs, and you lean forward, tits right in his face and within inches from his mouth.

Toji lets you ride him slow and easy, perfectly happy to suck on your nipples till they're tight and sensitive. Your gasps hit the shell of his ear, and he fights back a shiver when you moan his name so sweetly it almost sounds like a hymn. 

Sunlight splotches across your skin, illuminating you with an ethereal glow that Toji can’t keep his eyes off of. 

You lean back, letting him touch the deepest parts of you while you continue to grind down on him in sensual circles.

“Happy Father’s Day, Toji.”

Your breathy wish makes him chuckle, and he starts to rub your clit, humming in pure adoration.

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

Best Father’s Day gift ever. 

While some schmuck was getting a stick drawing from his kid and the cold shoulder from his old wife, Toji couldn’t help but think his gift was the absolute perfect start to the day. 

Your mouth falls open, breathing growing heavier. He feels your walls pulse, your thighs starting to shake.

“Toji,” you whimper. “C-close.”

“I know, sweetheart, I know,” he hums, increasing the rough circles he was rubbing with his thumb. “Are you going to be good for me? Going to cum for me?” He groans when you start to choke on his dick, and he can’t fight off the tense muscles and feral need to blow his entire soul into you. “Or, do you wanna make me a daddy again, hmm?” 

Your hips stutter, and you cry out softly. “Yes.” Your eyes screw shut and he can’t have that. Toji’s free hand snakes around your throat, squeezing down on your windpipe just to hear you choke. 

A cruel smirk draws up his lips, and he snickers. “Yes, what? What does a dirty whore like you really want?” 

Your nails stab into his calves, and you shake your head from side to side, nipples peeking through the curtain of your hair; you’re trembling from head to toe. 

“Daddy,” you manage to garble out, gasping when he slaps your ass to push you to ride him faster. “Oh—wanna make you a daddy again.”

“Fuck,” he spits out, grabbing your hips, jackhammering you up and down his raw, red cock. “Knew you’d want that, you little fucking slut. Fuck. Gonna fill you up all hot and thick, yeah? Keep my cock in there until it fucking takes and you become my little pregnant whore again.”

He pinches your nipples, slaps your tits so they jiggle obscenely. Your cries are cut off by his fingers in your mouth, gagging you into silent submission.

“M’wan it,” you gurgle around his digits, eyes glassy and lips wet with spit. “M’want your cum, Daddy.” 

All the muscles in his body tenses. He’s hanging by a fucking thread.

“Oh, fuck.” He groans, gorgeous green eyes rolling back into his skull. You’re as delirious as him, biting down on your lower lip to stifle your moans, going cross eyed when he hits the golden spot inside of you which has your eyes fluttering close.

“Look at me.” 

Toji’s rough demand and rougher hand grips your chin, forcing you to look at him. 

“Look at me when you cum, baby.”

You can’t keep the flood at bay, your body crumbling under his pressure. 

Your husband is quick to catch you when you lapse into his arms, thrusting up into you as you can do nothing but take, take, take.

Those big hands spread your cheeks wider, and you love the feel of them on your body—so sturdy and strong.

There’s a tight tension coiling deep inside of you, and your eyes squeeze shut, mouth falling open as the band breaks and you shiver—flooding down his cock with a soft cry of his name.

Good girl, he moans. Cumming so pretty f’me. 

Toji grunts, lips pulled back of over his teeth, snarl ready to devour you and plug you so full of him it fucking takes and you’ll be so round and glowing just for him—

“Papa!” His eyes wrench wide when he comes to the mortifying realization it's not you calling out for him.

The door slams open, and Toji barely has time to throw the blanket over your shoulders when three small figures come barging in.

You yelp, darting under his armpit as your two twin girls and son joyously crow out, “Happy Father’s Day!” 

None of them, bless their tiny hearts, notice you’re both naked under the sheets. The orgasm he’s been denied rears its ugly head and Toji has to try his damndest not to grimace when his girls run over to him, stars in their eyes and butterfly pajamas rumpled.

“Darlings, what did mama say about barging in with no permission?”

In spite of the situation, you couldn’t help but burst out into tiny giggles at the disappointment on his face. 

Serves him right. Now he knows how heartbreaking and sore it is to be on the receiving end of denial. 

Toji can’t even shoot you a glare, not when his baby girl is clinging to his neck, rubbing her face into his 5 o’clock shadow.

“Dada, miss you,” she hums. “Wanna breakfast.” 

Megumi, shyer than his two twin sisters, is the only one to notice your bare shoulder under the blanket. 

“Ma, did you just come out from the shower?”

Hearing his question, Toji groans, head thrown back against the pillow. 

Glowering at all three of his dark-haired squirts, he raises a brow, scarred lips twisted into a grimace.

“Okay, all of you. You need to get out of our room and go brush your teeth.”

Megumi opens his mouth to protest, but Toji quells it with a sour look. 

“Now. Stat. Go.” 

Taking pity on your three little troublemakers, you sigh and shake your head. “C’mon, darlings. Go and brush your teeth. I’ll be with you in a few minutes and then we can make pancakes for Papa, okay?”

Mentioning the twins’ favorite breakfast was enough for them to cry out in joy and bound out of the room. Megumi lags behind, still suspicious as to why his father and stepmom were both being evasive.

But, the idea of pancakes appeals to him even more, especially when you make his favorite chocolate chip one, and the boy leaves you two alone. 

The door closes and Toji groans, pushing his sweaty bangs from his forehead. “We really need to remember to lock the door next time.”

You hum. “At least Tsumiki is with my mom. She’d probably freak out.”

Gathering yourself with enough composure, you lean forward, intending to give him a chaste kiss when Toji grabs your ass, dragging you back onto his lap.

“Baby,” you warn, but he’s not listening, trailing kisses down your neck. “The kids—”

“—can wait,” he murmurs, green eyes darkening, filled with an insatiable hunger just for you. 

Smacking his shoulder, you giggle. If there’s one thing your daughters inherited from you, it was your impatience whenever food was mentioned. “Barbarian. You know that door will not stand against Sora and Seia. We have plenty of time for that after breakfast.” 

To soothe his stinging ego, you tenderly cup his cheek, nuzzling both your noses together.

“In fact, we have until lunch. So, you better keep your promise to knock me up again after this, Fushiguro Toji.”

Toji can’t help it when you smile this brightly, putty to your charms.

“Fine. You win this time, Mrs. Fushiguro.”

— literally could not stop thinking abt him i think i need to be sedated .... rbs and comments are neat thank you <3

©️ lalunanymph.

[cazshmere]

Astrology Observations Pt. 4

materialist🔖

🌷 venus in the 8th house peeps somehow always end up receiving gifts from people that like them 🎁🩷

🌷 I feel like you are attracted to the sign or element that is opposite to your venus sign. For instance a scorpio venus could be attracted or attract a lot of taurus/ earth placements yk? 😋🔥

🌷8th house merc synastry culture is never ever running out of things to talk about 🎙️

🌷 leo's and scorpio placements are probably the proudest of their signs, as I've seen many leo placements with a huge ass lion tattoo and scorpio placements with a scorpion tattoo ahaha 🦁🦂

🌷scorpio placements/major pluto aspects/ pluto dom definitely prefer dark mode over light mode when it comes to social media 🖤

🌷 sagittarius mars can handle confrontation much more easily than scorpio mars because scorpio mars are actually libra mars in sidereal astrology, and sagittarius mars are scorpio mars in sidereal astrology. so, natal scorpio mars individuals are literally very passive-aggressive. oh, and mind you, the pettiness is something else (coming from a fellow scorpio mars, lmao) 😭

🌷 gemini venus people have AMAZING handwriting fr, y'all should definitely try calligraphy!! ✍🏼📝

🌷 swati venus people could have very appealing and beautiful boobies/chest area hehe 😝

🌷 ardra moon/venus have striking and stunning eyes, absolutely mesmerising 👀

🌷 anuradha placements could have issues with their stomach (indigestion, IBS etc) 😬

Please do not copy or steal any of my work <3. These are just personal observations so don’t take any of them too seriously (tried a new theme btw hehe, banner credits to @cafekitsune and @magicalboything) 💞🧿😙♥️

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[sanjisblackasswife]

Thinking about how OPLASanji is a more closeted pervert than an open one. (Part 1)

IHadTo.

Blk Fem Reader x OPLA Sanji

CW: Sanji has tattoos(🌚), Suggestive, Kissing, Touchy Touchy Sanji, ….please read his dialouge in his voice. No smut BUT next time will be filthy smut<_< just setting up the plot here okaayyy i havent wrote in a while.

“So fucking pretty..”

“You say ‘sum Sanji?”

“Nothing, madam.”

Sanji was relentless. Him so new to the crew you and him managed to get pretty close quite quickly. It’s been a few weeks now and Zoro has pointed out about 15 times already how touchy and —in his words “Freaky” he is towards you.

“Either you’re that dense or just as perverted as him because how can you not feel his dick against your ass when you both are—“

“Zoro.” Nami cut him off with a stern tone, you blink at them both on the deck. “Enough, okay.”

“Somebody had to say it,” Zoro took a sip of his drink, settling back down on the chair, “It’s been constant dry foreplay from you both and it’s annoying—“

“…Sorry.” You murmur, not really sure how to answer to him, he looks at you, scoffing. “I don’t think sanji is intentionally being like that he just—“

“Well he is. A blind man can see how he fucks you with his eyes.”

Slightly confused as to why Zoro would even think Sanji is a pervert. He isn’t. He can’t be??

He’s so sweet, and charming, you can’t deny he was one of the few men you met that have caught your attention; his dimples exposing themselves when you make him smile, his pretty delicate hands that grabs ahold of yours when he kisses your knuckles, his pretty jewlery, and when he speaks in your ear, that fucking accent of his—-

…maybe him being a pervert wasn’t too bad.

I mean, he wasn’t hurting you nor ever made you uncomfortable? You both are adults.

And adults have needs.

And if two adults have attraction for one another then…well…it shouldn’t matter much?

You shook off what Zoro said and headed back to the kitchen, maybe he was just teasing you again.

But if he wasn’t…you could possibly make use of this new information.

——-

“Y/n, my love, how are you babe? Thirsty?” Sanji smiles at you, already preppping for dinner you grin warmly back at him and take a seat at the table, his eyes follow your figure, trailing down to your waist, and glued to your ass until you sat down.

For a moment you were quiet, not responding yet to his question, but admiring Sanji’s hands, how quickly he can chop food, how pretty his fingers are, you nearly nip at your lip when you notice him roll up his sleeves and see—-

“Oh!” Your eyes widen mindlessly, you walk towards the large kitchen island and lean over, “You have tattoos?”

How could have you not notice? it’s been almost a month being together and you never peeped? He had a half sleeve done and honestly it looked so..

“You like?” Sanji’s chuckle makes you break out of your daze. “I got my first one when i was 16. And then well, it became a slight addiction.”

You stare back at his forearm again, the pretty art marked on his skin, noticing the veins complimenting it made you nip at your lip again. He smiles, your pretty round eyes watching him as he cooked, but again.

Sanji’s eyes wondered.

You were in a trance at his tattoos, trying to count and see every detail of them you didn’t even notice your breast spilling out of your low cutted tank top onto the counter.

Your pretty brown chest, literally shining from a mixture of a bit of sweat and lotion you put on earlier with your small gold necklace dangling in between your clevage, Sanji tries to tear his eyes away, but he can’t help it.

You’re so fucking gorgeous. He seen you and Nami and he was already infactuated with you both, but you seemed to be more open to entertaining his flirtatious advances than Nami so he started to fall for you a bit more.

Hugging him at Arlong Park really got him going, your breast pressed against his, the way you kissed his cheek, and you were just so happy to see him he almost felt his pants get tight from that alone.

He wanted you bad it was almost admirable and pathetic.

“I have more tattoos. Y’know if you ever wanna see ‘em.” He teased, knowing damn well he was serious.

“Hmmmm.” You walk around the counter to face his side, finger tracing the rim of the counter top. “Well maybe….where are the others?”

“I have one on side, one on my shoulder, on my back—“

“Your back?” Your eyes lit up. “Can I see?”

Sanji started to stammer, “I— um… Really? You sure?…..okay just…give me a moment.”

You giggle at his urgency to clean up his mess, putting the roast in the oven he walks towards the kitchen door and locks it, his mind running a mile a minute he turns to face you to see you happliy sitting on the counter smiling, “C’mon lemme see! I love back tattoos!”

Sanji exhales, unbuttoning his shirt he feels your gaze, once his shirt is fallen to the ground he turns, you nearly gasped seeing the huge tattoo on his spine.

His very pretty spine.

“woah.” Sanji hears your footsteps approach him, he hisses slightly at your touch, you did always have a habit of touching when not asked. “It’s so pretty.”

Your hands start to move around the outline of the art, also noticing the small scars and bruises he has gotten in past fights. You lightly touch one, and he immediately turns around, causing you to jump, “Oh. Sorry.”

“No, it’s alright. You like them?”

“Mmhm…” you land your hand on his shoulder tattoo, not even taking note to how closer sanji approached you.

You both stare at each other for a moment, it was only 2 seconds but it felt like an eternity until Sanji decided to close the gap between you both.

His lips were so soft against yours you couldn’t hold in any moan you had released, you felt his hand cup your cheek, moving you backwards onto the counter, the kisses started to get more intense the more access you allowed him into your mouth.

Nothing but the sounds of water crashing, usopp and Luffy outside playing and heavy breathing filled the kitchen. Sanji just couldnt help himself—-

His mind was fuzzy, he knew in the back of his mind he shouldn’t have been so bold with his actions but to feel your body weight against his,

a slap or two was worth it, but it never came.

Sliding his tongue inside your mouth he pushes his leg in between yours, you really don’t know why you haven’t stopped him yet, maybe it’s the way he so easily picked you up by your ass and sat you on the counter, or maybe it’s how his hands are squeezing your breast, but you knew eventually you had to—-

“Okay!” You pulled off, both of you trying to catch your breath, “Wait…I….Sanji…”

He stared at you like a lost dog, damn near ready to get scolded with his pink puffy lips, you giggled. Holding his cheek, “I’m..sorry.”

You knew he shouldn’t have been sorry, he only did what you allowed him, and luckily he was a great kisser so it wasn’t anything you technically regret doing.

“Sorry for what?…I liked it.” You took his hand and teased, “Unexpected, but…I like it.”

You brush his hair back, going in for a slower and deeper kiss, your felt his cold palms rub the sides your your bare thighs, pulling you closer so you can throw your arms over his shoulder.

You nor him haven’t had this kind of touch from another person in a long time, and you both were clearly attracted to each other …so…why not bite the bullet?

“Let’s go to my room, Sanji…”

[lowkeycasanova]

good morning birthday boy

just a little sum

vinnie hacker x reader

warning: smut

Masterlist

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The morning sun peeks through the windows. The half open curtains allow to rays to shine on the boy who’s turing twenty two today.

Vinnie lies on his back, one hand resting on his bare abdomen and the other behind his head.

You wake slowly, gradually getting a sense of your surroundings. The festivities from a couple days prior still made you feel hazy.

After blinking a few times, your eyes get used to the brightness and fall on the man sleeping so peacefully beside you.

Vinnie hums in his sleep, and the arm that was behind his head now makes its way around yours, urging to pull you closer. You gladly obliged, running a hand on his chest, tracing the snake tattoo on his collarbone.

He shifts in bed and for a moment, you think he’s awake. But no. His eyes are still wired shut. With wandering eyes, you take in every detail of his body. The art on his skin, muscles, skin folds. Today is his day and you want to cherish him more than usual.

Your hand makes its way down his chest, caressing the tattoo of the crescent moon until you reach the waistband of his boxers. Peeping up at him, you notice he’s still sleeping. A devilish smile creeps on your lips as you know exactly how to wake him up.

Your hand slides further down, gently cupping the bulge of his cock through his boxers, rubbing sensually as to wake up the nerves down there. The reaction is instant. When you slip a hand underneath, he’s already half hard. Getting excited. Getting ready.

You get up from your lying position and throw a leg over him, hands on his chest for support as you now straddle him. You watch his face as his eyelids start to move, and finally flutter open as you press soft kisses to his jawline.

“Morning.” You smile at him as his hands immediately grip your ass and encircle your waist.

“Oh my, good morning to you too.”

He lets out a breath and you feel his body relax, a nonverbal cue letting you know you can do whatever you want.

“Did you sleep well birthday boy?” You ask with a smirk. His eyes are fixed on you as you innocently hook your fingers into his waistband.

“Mhm, yeah.” He mumbled. That morning voice of his does something to you.

You grin and pull his boxers down. He bucks his hips to make it easier. “I figured you’d want your first surprise early.”

“Really? That’s so nice-“ he seethes through his teeth as you press a kiss to the soft head and your hand slides down his erected length.

“I think you’ll like my gift.” You tease.

“I know I’ll love it.” He breaths out as he opens his legs slightly, watching you settle in between them.

You slide your tongue along his length and he moans at the sensation.

You use your tongue to lick around his top, before wetting your lips and finally taking him in your mouth right as he moans your name.

“Fuucckk, that feels so good.” He pants, one hand gripping your hair and the other gripping the sheets.

Going up and down his erection, you take as much as you can each time, getting the rest with your hand. He’s so big and your eyes start to water whenever he pushes down on your head.

“Goddamn. Y/N, please.”

He’s not able to hold still at this point. The lovely of his hips meet yours and now he’s pushing himself deeper. You come up for air, spitting on him and rubbing your hand up and down. Upon making eye contact with him, he looks at you with so much adoration under those half lidded eyes.

You take a breather before going down again. Really focusing on his cock and the lubrication from your saliva, you go deep. He fills your mouth completely and you pause for a second before coming back up.

“You take me so well, you know that?” He whimpers, chest heaving.

You take another breath and take him all the way again. Then a third time. Then a fourth.

“Holy shit. I’m gonna have an asthma attack, and I don’t even have asthma.”

Even with his cock in your mouth, you smile and a chuckle escapes from the back of your throat. He laughs too.

Getting back to business, you take him just like in the beginning. Taking the first half of him and giving him a handjob with the lower half. You pick up the lace as you know he’s close.

“Yeah, just like that. You’re doing so good.” He encourages.

You then suck on him a little harder, like a vacuum to give him that extra sensation.

“I’m gonna c-cum. Fuck!.”

His cock twitches in your hand and his orgasm releases into the back of your throat.

You let him go with a popping sound, swallowing without a second thought . Still massaging him, you wanna make sure it’s all out.

His skin is now slightly red due to the rush of blood.

“Y/N,” he calls out to you between pants and you glance up at him. “Come here.”

You get closer and he meets you halfway. Cupping both sides of your face as he brings you in for a steamy kiss.

“I hope you liked your surprise.” You told him.

“Are you kidding me? I loved it.”

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[chaotic-mystery]

It's pretty much all Dbf!Joel / Bfd!Joel unless stated otherwise

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what happens when your dad leaves and Joel looks too good working on an old mustang? (1.9k)

Peeping Neighbor

Mr. Miller is your neighbor and he keeps calling you at the worst time…what could he possibly want? (1.7k)

Room 77 | part two

It was a great plan at first to carpool with Joel & have him drive to your dad’s vacation house, until it wasn’t. (3k)

Call Your Bluff

Joel forgets date night and has guys night instead, which makes you act out. It leaves him to punishing you the only way he knows how. (3k)

Right Place, Right Time

Sarah’s home from college and you visit her…and her dad. What happens when you find his lewd magazine collection that resembles you a little too much? (3.9k)

Dark Angel

Joel's too soft on you and he finally lets you see the real him.(2.5k)

Better Luck Next Time

Joel gets a little too excited seeing you again and shoots early. (1.6k)

Pink Haze

You missed Joel while he was gone on patrol, so of course you'd welcome him home with your mouth first. (2k)

Consider It A Favor

Your AC breaks in your car and the one person around to help is your neighbor, Mr.Miller. (3.4k)

SERIES

Code Red (dbf!Joel x f!OC) -Ongoing

Series Summary: Moving back to Texas was in the cards, falling for your dad best friend, however, was not.

[trashmouth-richie]

I feel like I’m really bad at prompts so I’m just gonna go with my “do’s” from costar today…

Stomping. Instant coffee. Cold* shower.

*“Cold” autocorrected to “come” and I almost didn’t fix it, soooo…do with that what you will.

OH MY LOVE.

hoping my slutty choices for this prompt find you well.

18+, no minors, acts of sex, yay.

**peep my little hints at 90s tv and movies—there are 4 🖤

<1k

send me a prompt from this post ! (writers block is killing me !)

Cold beads of water trickle like ice down your body. Making your already pert nipples stand at attention and harden in an instant. 

Cursing the boy you’ve been best friends with since diapers, you turn the faucet off in a quickened haste— exiting the tub in an anything but graceful fashion, stubbing your toes on the way out. 

“Eddie!” your shrill voice is clouded by the throbbing in your foot and the chatter in your teeth. “Did you pay the water bill?”  

One job, the menace had one job— one duty for the small shared apartment, and it was to pay the water bill each month. 

Wrapping yourself in a threadbare towel that had once been a swim towel for an uppity family— you stomp down to his bedroom, kicking open the door with enough rage to channel Jackie Chan.

You should have knocked. Fuck, why didn’t you knock? 

Eddie was naked.

Pale-moon colored ass on display. 

Thigh muscles rippled beneath dark patchwork tattoos, arms that never looked muscly suddenly flexed tight. A veiny hand wrapped tight around a black haired pony tail. Hips, his hips were— fucking, thrusting, pounding. 

His mouth was slack, slick like an oil painting, head back and eyes rolled to squinted ivory surrounded with a colossal woodland of thick lashes.

Sweat coated his brow, dribbling down until it collected on his cupids bow, a salty pooled tease. His rougey lips were spit coated, sheer— glossy— begging for your tongue to taste them. 

Your heart thumped loudly, heat in your core on its own tempo, hot and deep. 

And then you hear it. 

A whimper. Softer than silk, low, whiny, almost sweetly pathetic in its delivery from a deep space in his throat. 

Your cheeks warm, cunt heated like a fire, sirens going off for extreme temperatures. 

Oh—fuck.

His eyes meet yours and you hold his gaze for a second. The clouded look of a man being sucked dry took over his normal instant coffee colored irises. Glaucoma esque beauty in the dark swirls, and you wet your lips at the sight of him— at Eddie Munson— resident freak of Hawkins and your best friend. 

Jesus.

Both your lips explicitly mutter words with eyes wild doe like. His going from lazy pleasure to shock. Yours were covered with your palm, the other reaching, fumbling for the door knob. 

Apologizing profusely you suddenly stammer around clearing your throat and trying to leave ASAP. 

The towel around your middle, the only thing keeping you decent, glides to the ground—falling gently like that fucking feather in opening scenes of Forest Gump. Practically in slow motion but still too quick for your blind shut eyes to catch it. 

Fuck.

Pulling with both hands on the knob your heart races to shut the door, not registering that the towel is wedged tight between the frame, making it impossible to shut. 

Shit shitshitshitshitSHIT

With a last feeble attempt of yanking your arms, the latch clicks into place and you beeline to your room with a slam of your door so hard it ricocheted off the walls, making a framed picture of you and Eddie at a Metallica concert fall to the ground, shattering the glass.

What the fuck? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!

Your heart boomed in your ears, back stuck to the door like you were holding it up. It wasn’t the first time you’d seen Eddie naked, pretty sure your entire graduating class saw him naked on more than one occasion. But this?! This was so mouthwatering better than any other time. 

Goosebumps spread across your skin at the burned image of Eddie getting head on your retinas. The two of you had never crossed those lines. Each dating, fucking around it never once crossed your mind what he would be like in the sack, or what his sack would be like in your mouth. 

You’re pleased when you don’t cringe at the dirty thoughts of him— it felt like second nature, like eve seeing adam —lol okay maybe not, but still! What your mind was conjuring up was biblical. 

A giggle surpasses your lips and you wipe a line of drool from the corner of your mouth. Nerves finally settling as your realization hits— who was it?

It wasn’t Sarah, you hadn’t seen her since last fall. Eddie had said she started dating Steve—his comic book “arch nemesis” but in reality another bestie, who spent most of his time wallowing on your couch about Nancy than he did actually going on dates. 

Mary ended up being a virgin—preacher’s daughter, one of seven. He stopped seeing Clarissa after she wouldn’t stop over explaining every single minute detail of her day. Could it be the girl with the green leather jacket? Darla? Daria? 

The horny ache in your belly soured like curdled milk. 

How dare her (whoever she was!) The thought of someone other than you pulling those noises from Eddie suddenly set you on edge. Rage burned through your veins like lightning. Spidering and leeching to your skin. 

The pajamas you had taken off before your shower lay in a heap on your floor and you quickly yanked them on. Muttering to yourself about every vile thing you could imagine about whoever the lucky girl was who currently had a mouthful of your roommate. 

You needed to leave. The clouds of embarrassment eased overhead, colliding with the lightning making a storm brew deep beneath your surface and you be damned if you were going to let the rain fall whilst still in this apartment. 

Keys in your palm you throw open your bedroom door, ready to bolt through your apartment and down to your car— destination unknown. 

You nearly knock him over in your attempt to run. But you’re stopped cold by sweaty bangs, a heaving chest, and the same stupid pair of boxers that had small tears along the elastic from years of wear. 

“Sweetheart…” he coaxed, voice so sugary and laced with tiny shreds of venom it could ice a wedding cake— then strike you dead. 

You had seen plenty of Eddie today, your body screamed for you to leave, but your feet were stuck in the icing, waiting for the bomb to drop. 

Warmth from your cheeks from your shame could keep a trailer with broken windows warm in a blizzard—your stomach flipped— dropped like lead as his next words hit like a bullet. 

“We need to talk.” 

part two

steve tied up

[fabric-shower-curtain]

By complete accident I somehow have the autopsy scar mod on top of the bhaalist tattoo mod, don’t ask me how they’re both on my durge I have no idea how it happened. But it got me thinking how would the origin characters (+halsin) react/barely react to a lover that is heavily scarred and tattooed? (Set in Act 1)

Read more for the full brainrot

Astarion: The first time Astarion saw your body for himself was when he walked past your tent late at night, through the flaps in the entrance he saw all those scars, he couldn’t tell what had you awake this late in the night, especially mostly naked with your back turned. The vampire simply continued on his way to hunt for the night. He dropped it there, until that is, the second night in the clearing you two spent together. He was lying down leaning his head against his arms as his red eyes stared at your naked body. His eyes flowed down every scar that littered your body, he barely seemed to look at the tattoos but that’s what he asked about first “So, can you translate that one?” - he points to the tattoo across your left arm, lifting up the limb you pull your skin to take a proper look at it. It’s been a while since you properly saw it, because just out of sight enough to make it annoying to stare at. When you tell him Astarion seems content with the information. His fingers drift across the tattoo. It’s a tender moment until the elf’s hand floats toward your neck. His ice cold fingers dancing across the lingering puncture wounds on your neck - “But these are by far my favorite mark on you,” You lean into Astarion’s touch releasing a chuckling sigh before calling him the weirdest flirt you have ever seen.

Gale: He really didn’t mean to go to the river at the same time he truly meant to go two hours early when he said he would, but that tome was particularly interesting - the effects of adrenaline on libido, certainly important for a man so restricted by his netherese orb. But now it was two hours past and he definitely had a musk going on. Taking an extra robe and rag Gale went to the nearby river, only you were there too. Illuminated in moonlight you were bare in front of him. Gale cleared his throat loudly, trying to let you know he was there. What he did not expect was for you to whip around and get out of the water to say hello. He tried his best to only look at your face, he did not succeed. Your skin was glowing with a vei of water cascading down in droplets. Gale’s eyes followed one droplet from your hair, down your neck, across your chest until a certain tattoo caught his eye, infernal script. Trying to keep his focus on the tattoo rather than the flesh its on he asked you if it meant what he thought it did. He was right in fact, and you told him the story behind why you got it, quite the nice tale. The wizard relaxed enough to notice another scar across your soldier “Is that from a magic missile?” He asked without thinking. Nodding in confirmation you turned to show your shoulder blade where the other two missiles struck. As you turned around the coldness of the night hit you like a thunder wave, a massive shiver shook your entire body spraying tiny water droplets around. “Gosh you must be freezing,” - Gale wrapped you in his towel-rag before stressfully ushering you back towards the camp. Once you got back to your tent you realized you left your towel and clothes on a nearby rock, you could return the peeping Tom favor.

Halsin: Halsin adores you long before he ever saw your birthday suit, sure he thought about it, quite a lot, but with his focus deep on the shadow-curse he doesn’t have time to do much other than think about out. But the first time he does see you was far from romantic or sensual. A hook horror had slashed your entire back open when you got to close, and Halsin watched it all happen. Before the beast even hit the ground he was rushing over to you, he didn’t think, he just ripped your armor right off of you to get to the wound. You might have been screaming but his ears were ringing too loud to tell one noise from another. Halsin couldn’t even see where scar ended and fresh cut began, your tattoos were doused in enough blood to make them impossible to see against your skin. The bear of an elf’s hand floated above the wound with the same glowing blue light the hook horror’s body was basking in, thank silvanus he was far enough from the sussur tree for his magic to work. Even with his healing a scar in the same place as the monster's claw marks stayed. Halsin’s druidic skills must be faltering, that’s what he determines at least. Until the next day, you’re healed fully up and about getting ready to leave camp for the day. Halsin calls out your name - “I’m sorry I could not heal you fully, I tried best I could but the scar persists” to his confusion you begin laughing. The scar he’s so upset about has been on you for so long now, and you tell him such. His healing left no scar, in fact he healed you so well an old scar was able to show.

Karlach: The first time she saw you naked you were bathing next to each other after a battle. Even with Dammon’s initial upgrade you can’t touch each other, but you swore to find ways to be intimate without touching, just like this. However you neglected to inform her about what lay under your clothes until now, scars covering you head to toe interlaced with tattoos of varying quality. “Hey Soldier! How come you didn’t tell me before stealing my aesthetic!” You didn’t even register this was the first time exposing yourself in such a way, a brief moment of panic before you burst into a smile. “Come here, let me see them” Karlach makes you twirl around, using the faintest touch of her fingers to pull your arms out and see the tattoos wrapping around them. Her eyes continued to trail down your body, after a gasp she jumped back up to your face - “That burn scar looks like mine!” She said before pulling down her trousers to show you the near identically placed scar on her thigh. But Karlach didn’t ask about the obviously fresher stab scars, she continued to smile at her new discovery but lets the two of you properly bathe for once.

Lae’zel: Even when pinning you against a wall the githyanki warrior wasn’t particularly gentle. It’s not like you didn’t know what you were getting yourself into tonight, she had said pretty explicitly she seemed carnal pleasure. Somehow Lae’zel was even more assertive in such a scenario than during your adventures. You couldn’t even take your own armor off, she practically ripped it off of you. Your body is exposed to her in an instant, she doesn’t react, her hands go immediately to unlace your trousers and undergarments. The night is enjoyable even as exhausting as it was. Only much later does Lae’zel ever comment on them, and its in a conversation praising you two’s battle prowess “Each scar is a battle fought, a battle won.” You try not to tell her you have at least two scars from dropping the knife while cooking with Gale. She’s sweet in her own way.

Shadowheart: Shadowheart first saw you naked while healing a particularly cruel wound, goblin had snuck up on you and slashed your torso deep. You stabilized yourself quick enough with a healing potion but the wound persisted. After the battle you wandered your way over to Shadowhearts tent, asking for help. She laid you down atop her bedroll, sliding your shirt off as you let yourself relax into the makeshift bed. And then you caught it, Shadowheart’s eyes widened, shit. But she didn’t say anything; she pressed her warm hands towards your open wound as they lit alight with magic. Radiating from your gash the warm feeling washed over you, your eyes closed softly breathing out in relief. Shadowheart quelled her magic, looking over you for a fat moment. You can feel her eyes wandering over you, up and down your chest, down your stomach and across both your arms. The relief of healing has left you now but you’re still too scared to open your eyes. And then a soft hand traced along your largest scar, her fingers were so light it tickled. “I like your tattoos.” The half-elf’s voice was soft, her eyes focused back on your large scar, “How’d you get that one.” Whether or not you tell the story she’s content, happy to have this extra piece of you in her memory.

Wyll: Poor Wyll just wanted to ask about the plans for tomorrow, but not only did he smack his horns on the skeleton of your tent while entering but you’re also as naked as the day you were born. The man nearly shrieked like he saw a ghost, his entire chest swelled up with his shoulders shooting up and he looked like he just swallowed a frog. Without a word Wyll turned on his heel and left your tent, only after trying to cool his blushing face off did he even process all your markings. Upon the log he sat on he dragged his hand up and down his face trying to process what the hells just happened. And then you exited your tent, completely decent this time. You greeted Wyll and sat beside him wondering what he had barged in about in the first place. But the poor man can’t even look at you. He as calmly as he could gave you the sincerest apology you’ve ever heard. After your acceptance he finally turns to you “So what does that tattoo across your back mean?” You pause for a moment, then explain as best you can. And that conversation continues just like that, he’d ask how you got a certain scar or tattoo and you’d answer him. In return he showed you one particularly nasty scar on his arm from a monster he fought while traversing the sword coast. What may have started as the most embarrassing moment of your partnership ended with you closer than before.

[llovekami]

give it up 2 me / nanami k.

synopsis: after a month of nanami tirelessly working to help provide, you waltz into his office demanding some affection. you got what you wanted, but in a different way that satisfied both you and nanami.

content warnings: no curses au, giving hickeys (on reader), hair pulling on nanami, unprotected sex, reader is female, soft to rough sex, praising/degrading, orgasm denial once (on reader), aftercare mentioned but not written out, p in v, squirting, dirty talk, riding, mating press

a/n: hes so fine. would eat him alive.

nanami was the most hard-working man you'd ever met. that was obviously a given, with all the hours he's spent in his office chair, doing what he can to provide for your comfortable lifestyle. he never complained; not one little peep coming from those neglected lips of his as of recently.

truthfully, you'd been neglected yourself. of course, he still crawls into bed with you in the dead of night when you're too tired to act on your desires that had been festering for the better part of december. you didn't blame him, nor would you say that you were ungrateful. your lifestyle was only supported by nanami, who'd give you the stars in the sky if you'd ask for them. which is why when you were free from your friends and had nothing on your mind to buy, you slipped into his office room.

his back was turned to the entry doorway, but his ears perked up on the sound of your sock-covered feet hitting the floor. he turned his head just slightly, noticing the flimsy material of your nightgown as you came and wrapped your arms around his neck. "kentooo," you uttered quietly, drawing out the 'o' in his name. your voice did wonders on him, instantly perking him up from his tired mood. his tired eyes would glance up to yours, so bright and full of life. you felt guilty, you did, sitting back and spending the money he had so generously allowed you to spend without repercussion, but you didn't supply for him outside of dinner, cleaning the house, and... "give me attention," you'd demand. his eyes would narrow until the browns of his eyes would glint with mischief, a hum coming from him. "and just how should i deliver that request, princess?" nanami would whisper, as if it were a secret from everyone that his thoughts were taking a turn. your brows would quirk upwards, smile forming as you inched closer and closer towards him, as a predator would to prey. "i can name a few ways, ken." and like that, his fly was open and his cock would poke out, eager and throbbing. your flimsy nightgown would be hiked up to your hips, and you'd be straddling his hips and bouncing, almost desperately, just as nicely as you'd want to. you were so gentle with him, savoring every touch and breath against your skin that would engrave itself into your skin. the warmth of his words would tattoo itself into your brain, back arching just as he'd like. "you're such a good girl," he'd manage to huff out, "so perfect. look h - oh, fuck - how perfect you look for me. all pretty f'me." his hands would grasp your hips in a vice, his mouth slightly ajar and his head thrown back in his chair, which leaned back to accommodate both your and his bodies. "kennn," you'd drawl out, voice laced with a desire that had been festering up for a partial month. he'd grin, his lips locked onto your neck and creating hickeys that blossomed from a soft pink to a darker colour, soothing the marks with a lick to your neck. "yeah? feel good, princess?" he mumbled against your skin, burning up with the warmth of your bodies melting together. "oh, you precious, precious thing..." he whispered, before raising up from his seat and holding you by the flesh of your thighs, flipping your positions. "kento!" you gasped out, struggling to comprehend anything as your knees were pressed to your shoulders, just barely, and your hands came to press against his stomach. "please, please, im s - soo - close!" your words came out in stuttered gasps, brows knitted together. "ah, ah, ah," he tutted, stopping his motions. he kissed along your jawline, slow, easy, and his own breaths seemed labored. "not just yet. you wanna savor this, don't you?" he questioned, "you wanna feel good just a little while, right? be good for me..." kento grabbed your wrist and dragged your hand away from his stomach, closest to the part where you and him connected, and placed it on your chest, "or are you too dumb for that? too dumb to think, too dumb to speak. my dumb little whore." he giggled, watching as you writhed beneath him and stuttered out pleas for your release. when he was certain you were done, his thrusts resumed. slow, precise, snapping against the meat of your ass before picking up the pace once more. he was as rough as ever, eyes staring deeply into yours. "this is what you wanted," nanami muttered, "don't try to run from it now."

he breathed heavily, your hands coming to grab ahold of the blonde locks that would sprout from between your fingers, becoming messy and crazy. you tugged, and he grunted - a noise you found heavenly, if you could add. his lips met yours in a ferocious kiss, tongues rendezvousing around each other. with that, his hands would tighten around your legs and forced them further back, deepening his thrusts. pulling away from the lip-lock, he'd chuckle. "yeah? wanna cum?" he questioned, "y - yes! yes, kento, please!" your words came out slurred, and he released one of your legs in satisfaction. they slid up the side of your thigh, a harsh grasp coming to your waist in a bruising hold, one you were certain you would feel in the morning. it would slowly move, and his thrusts became more erratic, more desperate, more selfish. deft fingers would slide along your skin, before halting their movements at your stomach. slowly, he'd apply pressure, eyes zoned in to your eyes to watch how'd they squeeze shut, then force themselves open. a never ending process of watching where you'd connect together, then hiding from the pleasure. "go on then. cum for me." he'd command, and in an instant a mess would fly along his shirt, and stain the lower half of his body. it was messy, and his eyes would widen ever so slightly. mahogany irises would squint as his smile met his eyes, chuckling. "see? i knew you could do it. such a good girl." with that, he'd scoop you up gently. "come on, let's get cleaned up. you wanna change? hm?" he'd question as he walked, kissing praises into your soft skin, "i'll run a little bath. we'll go to bed then, yeah?" "promise, tomorrow will be all about you, angel."

[libraryofolive]

the tattoo

featuring: Nanami Kento x fem!reader

genre: SMUT, pwp so 18+ MDNI

word count: 1.6k

warnings: Smut (obviously), established relationship, reader has tattoos, reader got a tramp stamp, afab reader, unprotected sex (dont do it peeps), creampie, orgasm denial, body worship

synopsis: You come home one day with a new tattoo, and challenge your partner, Kento Nanami, to find it.

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“I have a surprise for you, Kento!” You yelled as you walked through the front door of your shared apartment. You found your partner sat reading on the couch of your living room, tie and blazer long forgotten, the first few buttons of his shirt undone. His hair was slightly mussed after a long day’s work, and his mirrored glasses were on the coffee table in front of him.

“Oh?” He carefully picked up his bookmark and placed it between the pages he was reading before closing the book, placing it next to his discarded glasses. You had discovered early on just how much your boyfriend abhorred dog ear-ing his books, preferring to keep them in pristine condition. It was one of his little rituals, always using the same bookmark - a now worn leather one you had gifted him soon after discovering his habit. He stood up to greet you, pulling you into his arms and hugging you tightly. You melted into the embrace. It didn’t matter how many times you would come home to him wrapping his strong, welcoming arms around you, engulfing you in his scent, his warmth, in him, it always had your legs going weak.

“Yeah! I got a new tattoo today.” You pulled away from the hug, but not him. Your hands stayed holding his forearms, not wanting to let go of him just yet.

“Oh really? Another one? I think you might run out of skin soon, my love.” He joked.

“Mhmm, another one. I saw the design and just had to get it.” Kento’s hands found yours, stretching your arms out. He inspected them closely before turning them over and scrutinising the other side of them.

“It’s not on either of my arms, Ken.” You grinned.

“Not the arms, hm? Where then? Your legs?”

“Nope.”

“Your hips?”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Then where?” Your smile widened at his question.

“Maybe you should look for it.” You challenged. Kento tensed, his eyes darkening as a smirk slowly spread across his face.

“Is that a challenge?” His voice was lower as he spoke this time, and had a raspy quality to it.

“Maybe.” You whispered.

“You might regret that, honey.”

“I don’t think I will.” You felt your feet leave the floor, and before you knew it you were lying on your back on your couch, Kento towering over you.

“I’m to find your new tattoo, hmm?” He asked, his voice gentle yet his eyes stern.

“Y-yeah.” Your voice was breathy, eyes blown wide.

“Well, I can’t do that if I can’t see you, hm?” His calloused hands found their way under your shirt, caressing your stomach. You shook your head, unable to find the words to answer him. Torturously slowly, Kento’s hands reached higher and higher, your shirt lifting with them. As his hands worked themselves up your body, his lips followed, open mouth kisses being left in their wake. He brought your shirt over your head, throwing it to another area of the room you didn’t care to find out.

“Ken, please…” you whined.

“Please what, my love?” His lips moved to your neck, suckling at your sensitive spot.

“Kiss me, please.”

“I am kissing you, darling.” His attention turned back to your neck, making you gasp.

“A proper kiss, please Kento.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” He pressed his lips to yours, finally giving in to your request. His lips were soft against yours, yet so full of warmth and passion that you never wanted to stop kissing him. But all too soon he was pulling away, which had you chasing his lips with your own.

“Now, now, love. I can’t find that tattoo if I’m making out with you.”

“But, Ken…”

“I told you that you were going to regret challenging me.” He reached behind you, unclasping your bra and pulling it off. He reached up, cupping your breasts with his hands, lifting them up slightly. “Well it isn’t under here.” He muttered before rolling your now hard nipples between his fingers. You back arched, pushing your chest further into his grip. “Maybe…” his hands left your tits, trailing lower and lower until they were hovering just above where you wanted them, “it’s under these.” His clever hands undid your pants, grabbing the waistband and leisurely pulling them down. His lips once again trailed after his hands, tenderly kissing every tattoo - these ones he already had memorised from previous experience - that peppered your legs. The sight of your boyfriend worshipping you had you pressing your thighs together, desperate for some kind of friction. Aching for him to just touch you where you wanted - no, needed - him. Soon, yet not soon enough, you were left in just your panties, laid bare before your lover on your sofa.

“Hm, I don’t see it. So it must be under here.” His deft fingers made their way into your underwear, grazing your clit. The sudden feeling had you jolting, gasping in pleasure. “Oh, you like that, baby?” Kento whispered in your ear, his hot breath tickling your neck oh so deliciously. You nodded frantically, desperate for more. “Well that’s too bad, isn’t it? Because I’ve not found this new tattoo of yours yet.” He pulled your panties off you as he spoke, leaving you completely bare yet he remained fully clothed. Your mind screamed at the unfairness of it all, yet the throb of your cunt drowned out the complaints forming in your throat, transforming them into small mewls and whines as your boyfriend’s fingers returned to your sex.

“Ken!” You gasped as one of his long fingers entered you, being joined by a second after a few pumps of the first. He spread them inside you, stretching you out to prepare you for the cock hanging between his legs. His thumbed rubbed circles onto your clit, which had your hips griding down onto his hand. With the other, he pressed your hips down to prevent you from moving them.

“No moving, honey. Not until I finish your little challenge.” He added a third finger whilst simultaneously speeding up his thumb’s pace on your clit, making you let out a carnal moan. You felt your orgasm approaching, that electric coil in your belly winding itself up tighter and tighter, your peak building at a rapid pace.

“Ken, please, gonna, gonna-” You felt that coil go taught, about to snap, when Kento pulled his hands away sharply. “No!” You whined as the electricity that was supposed to make your whole body twitch sizzle away into nothingness.

“Nuh uh.” Kento tutted at you, “you can’t come until I find this tattoo. And no, you aren’t allowed to tell me where it is, or give me any hints.” He momentarily pulled off you, only to remove the clothing that still adorned his sculpted body. “You said it was a challenge, there’s no backing out now love.” He kissed your lips again, deeply, his tongue sliding into your mouth. You moaned into the kiss, throwing your arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to you.

The blonde man pulled away from you, resting his forehead on yours. “Kento… please…” You breathed.

“What do you want, baby?”

“Want you. Inside.” This made Kento groan, just the thought of your warm pussy sending any blood that wasn’t already gathering in his dick - which wasn’t a lot - straight there. He kissed the underside of your jaw as he started to sink his cock into you, the stretch burning you wonderfully, your back arching. It didn’t matter how many times he was inside of you, or how long his cock spent carving its imprint into you, it would always bring a pinprick of pain that only added to the pleasure you felt. “Move, plea- oh.” Kento, always so attuned to your needs, started moving before you could even finish your sentence. He thrusted into you, his dick reaching spots your past lovers could have only dreamed of. You reached down to toy with your clit, but Kento slapped your hand away.

“Oh no baby, no cumming, remember? Or has my dick got you too dumb to remember the little task you gave me?” It was all you could do to chant ‘please’ over again, praying that some higher being would intervene and show him where your new tattoo was.

Your prayers seemed to be answered when he pulled out of you and turned you over, pulling you onto your hands and knees. He knelt up behind you, living himself up with your entrance and sliding himself back inside you.

“And what’s this?” His hips faltered when he saw a new design inked onto the skin of your lower back. “My girl got herself a tramp stamp, hmm?” The sight almost had him cumming on the spot. God, you were so hot. He went feral, his thrusts both speeding up and getting harder. The new angle had him reaching even deeper - your eyes rolling into the back of your head and stars dancing around in your vision. Your arms shook, threatening to give out.

“Kento, can- can I- can I cum, please?” You gasped.

“Asking me for permission? Good girl.” The praise had your orgasm climbing even quicker, your cunt clenching around him. “Go on baby, cum for me. I’m right behind you.” At his words, pleasure flooded every crevice of your body. You collapsed forward, arms too weak to hold you up any longer. Seeing you writhe in pleasure had Kento’s orgasm wracking his body, his cum filling you with warmth. You felt it begin drip down your thighs as Kento manoeuvred your two bodies into a more comfortable position on your sofa - you resting on his lap, his arms around your waist and chin tucked into your neck.

“So… do you like it?” You giggled.

“Like it? Baby, I’m going to be having wet dreams about that tattoo for the rest of my life.”