#six steamy sentences

[schrodingers-chat]

Six Sentence Sunday

She smirked a bit remembering his response to her previous advances -  it had been years ago, but the second she had begun toying with his scarf he had nearly collapsed into a blushing, sputtering mess. If his blushing and stammering tonight were any indication of how things were now, she had a feeling he’d be positively beside himself with the thought of her in the bath. The thought suddenly became less funny and more…heated. What else might he be thinking about her? A picture of Callum alone in the bath entered her mind unbidden: his hair damp and swept back off his face, a single droplet sliding down his neck as the muscles in his back and shoulders tensed. She unconsciously pressed her legs together as she followed the path of the droplet down the front of his body, down his broad, defined chest and still lower to the top of his stomach and then lower still- Oh.

Go right on ahead Rayla

[hoshigray]

idk if you’re taking in requests or thirsts but imagine giving toji a lap dance and even then he’s still the one who’s in charge and shiittt 😵‍����

i want him so bad 😞

lol, why did I think of a stripper AU when I saw this? Also, this ask is like MONTHS old, I'm so sorry...also tysm for 4.9k guyssss, ur too kind

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Toji x stripper fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - sensual movements; lap dances + bumping and grinding - kisses (f! receiving) - clitoral stimulation - breast fondling + nipple play - biting/nibbling- pet names (angel, baby, sweetheart, sweetie) - no penetration, but things get steamy - cameos: Mei Mei, Nanami and Ino. 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.7k

You were Toji’s favorite stripper.

You, your coworkers, and all the clients who come to enjoy the show all know this as fact. 

It’s all fun and games that this is your job, and you must cater to all the other men and women who come to see you strut and work your stuff (or else your manager, Mei Mei, would have your head).

But this is something that should never be forgotten. When that raven-haired man with a scar on his lip walks into the premises, everyone has to act right: you’re off-limits because you are his girl. 

Tonight was one of those Friday nights; women gather around the bar top to gather their weekend drinks – and flirt with Kento Nanami, the part-time bartender. Men under the influence howl at the topless entertainers, allowing them to motorboat and stuff cash into their underwear. And Ino, the DJ, plays the tunes that set the mood and keep the place going. 

Toji walks past all of that — he’s not here for it. He strides up to the open area, where there are mini stages abided by booths, a pole for each that comes from the ceiling down. He comes to one of the stages, and a dancer stops midway through her routine to greet the man, ignoring the girls who whine from her mesmerizing dancing coming to a halt. “Toji~, it’s Friday already?” 

“Yup, good to see you, Roxy,” he flashes a quick smile at the named entertainer. “They here today?”

Roxy giggles. “Knew you were going to ask me that. They should be at that back one over there at the corner…Oh! There they are.” She points, and Toji follows her finger to the promised stage and booth at the corner. He grins and gives a curt nod to Roxy before going on his way. “Enjoy the show, Toji~”

At the club corner is a booth filled with tired businessmen who come to drink. But guessing from the grins on their faces, they’re too enamored by what’s in front of them to quench their first. On the pole, twirling around the metal bar, was you. Entertaining the men with the usual routine, a few tricks, and moves to wow the mix of young and old business clients. And they gasp and roar at you, splitting your legs during a high kick.

Unfortunately, though, this was the last of their fun with you. Because after you transition from the pole, taking a client’s hand to have them aid you down the stage, something – or someone – catches your attention from the corner of your eye. You turn and smile, “Hey there, big guy.”

“Hey,” he greets you with a smirk. The guys around the booth watch, most with expressions as if their hearts dropped. Minus one, a young man who felt he should question the man standing next to him. 

“Uhh, excuse me,” he says to the dark-haired, burly man. The other colleagues looked at him as if he lost his mind. “We got this table first, so go over somewhere with the other strippers and—“ 

He could not finish that sentence. Because Toji pulled the kid off his seat with one hand, the poor bastard squeaked at the sudden action. Piercing green eyes bore into his skull, his blood shifting to icy cold. “How ‘bout I have you go somewhere? Either in the trash or six feet under, whichever floats y’r boat.” 

The scared look on the poor kid’s face didn’t change Toji’s attitude. Not even the other guys who were pleading to him to let their friend go, that he didn’t know what he was doing. He did not come here to start something, not tonight. 

And for that, you were the only one who could calmly intervene, dissuading the situation by placing a hand on Toji’s shoulder. “It’s all right, Toji. I was giving these guys a little show before you came in. Now, please let him go, okay? I don’t think Mei Mei would want to deal with another broken arm situation.”

It was the safest option that you spoke to him, his little favorite. So, with a gruff scoff, Toji lets the guy go for him to land on the floor roughly. “You heard ‘em, fellas. Outta my spot.” The entrepreneurs get up and scram with no hesitation, grumbling at the younger colleague for causing such strife in the first place as they walk away somewhere, leaving you and Toji. 

He watches them leave, turning to you when they’re at a respectable distance. Here is when he properly gets a good look at you. God, he could never get enough of you. You were wearing a black laced, caged mesh bra that covered your breasts, matching with lacy bottoms that shaped your hips beautifully. The bra was covered in rhinestones that shined with the club lights, which partnered with the side of your bottoms. And to complete the look, over-the-knee heeled boots that sparkled. A new favorite, Toji thinks.

“Well, now that you’re done terrorizing my guests,” you giggle and gesture to the booth seat. “Ready for me to spoil you?”

“Heh, think that’s the other way ‘round, sweetheart.” Toji chuckles as he takes off his coat and sits down. He notes you staring at his bulky arms for a quick second. You were fast, but not fast enough for him to catch you. “I’m sure y’re ready to drain my wallet.”

You walk between him and the stage behind you, bewitching him with the twinge of your lips as you bring your face closer. “Would that be a bad thing?”

Toji’s hand goes to your cheek, “A pretty lil’ angel like you? I’d let you rob every cent of me.”

The jest does its job of making you laugh before you withdraw your face from his hold. “You know the rules.” 

The older man rolls his eyes but obliges, putting his hands behind his head and shifting comfortably. “I know, I know. No touchy.”

“No touchy.” You repeat, knowing he’s on the same page while you warm yourself up. 

You start with the usual — he likes it. You turn and spread your legs, bending down slowly before him so he can get a perfect view of your ass and underwear. And you take your time getting up, using your hands to entice him by grazing them around your asscheeks. Next, you face him, eyes locked with his emerald ones. Taking one foot after the other, you bend again and place your hands on his thighs, rubbing them while maintaining eye contact. “How was work? Tough as usual?” 

Now, while you have rules of your own, he also has things he can’t share — like the fact that his primary source of income comes from killing people. It’s why he’s always sure to clean himself up before coming here, spending his hard-earned cash to see you. But he humors you with tiny hints, “Mmm, as usual. Broken nose here, blood on knuckles there.” 

You straighten up, placing a heeled foot on his right thigh. “My my, not that you got hurt, right?” 

“Not a single scratch.”

You lift a brow before bringing your leg down to swiftly sit on his lap, snaking your hands up from his abdomen and chest to his strong shoulders. “You’re quite the dangerous one.”

“Sure,” He chortles smugly, “but y’re one to talk.”

You play along, forming a small “o” with your lips to display faux surprise. All the while bouncing on his lap. “Me? Dangerous?” 

“Oh yeah, sweetie.” His eyes never leave your face, even when you sway to the side to measure his attention. “Y’re quite the little minx yourself.” 

Your eyes narrow, inching your face closer, your noses practically touching. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Slow grinds to his groin, it makes him swallow. You close your eyes, lips drawing in with a whisper. “Is it?”

Toji closes his eyes as well, falling for your sensual spell. “Not at all…” But nothing comes of it, only a string of giggles as you remove your face from his, poking the tip of his nose with your finger to signal with awake before fully withdrawing your figure from him. He grins, shaking his head. “Fuckin’ tease.”

“I don’t see you complaining, sir.” You throw the title at him with a playful smirk, batting an eye before turning around with your back facing him. You gently sit on his lap and transition your services to that of a lap dance. 

With an arched back, you roll your hips and ride on his lap, your butt rubbing on his jean-clad thighs to create heated friction. And Toji’s eyes examine your figure, from the highlighted skin of your back to the sway of your hips. The view of your butt rubbing on him gets him going, trying to fight the urge to just fuck the rules and grab your ass to grind on himself. Every rasp to his groin tests him to breathe steadily. 

But then, you just had to look at him over your shoulder with that cute, complacent leer. “How ya feelin’ there, big guy? Dangerous enough for you yet?”

Yup, fuck it. Rules be damned, Toji grabs for your ass and brings it down flat on his groin. The action takes you aback – unconditionally out of the accustomed routine. Before you can question him, Toji’s scarred lips are already at your ear. “You tell me, princess. Teasin’ me like that is just askin’ for it.”

You hold back a whimper when he comes to your neck, biting your lips when his lips meet your skin. “Mmmm…whatever happened to no touchy? You could get into trouble—“

“Aww, are ya worrying f’r me?” He snickers to your ear again, listening to you gasp at the buck of his hips to your ass. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, just keep dancin’ f’r me, ‘kay? I’ll take care of you…”

Toji bites the helix of your ear, rolling his hips to hump you. With a shaky moan, you grind on him to match his cadence. You’re nervous; this is against the policy: guests are not supposed to touch the entertainers. And yet, now, with Toji’s firm hands holding onto you and him whispering to your ear, it somehow feels different — a lot more hedonistic. 

You decide to play along, throwing your head back to his shoulder to rest, which gives him more access to kiss your exposed skin. His lips peck down your neck, and quivering wails seep from your lips when he mischievously nibbles on it. Too distracted to detect a hand snake down to your covered chasm. 

Now would be the right time to say things are going too far. You bring a hand on top of his, a silent warning for him. But he chooses to ignore it, creeping the other hand under the hem of your top. “Relax, baby. Just focus on danicin’, yeah?” 

This was so different, having a guest take the rails — no, having Toji take control of you. And you don’t dislike it; far from it, actually. If anything, it’s oddly exciting — letting the older man please you as you service him. It’s new and dangerous, especially in your workplace. But, oh my God, you don’t want it to stop.

You wrap your arms around his neck while he puts his back to the booth, using this to change into a different move. With your torso lifted and using your legs to maintain balance, you move your abdomen up and down. While you’re ghosting his groin with wave-like motions, Toji uses his fingers to play with your body. His left middle and forefinger rubs on your cover folds, roughly pressing down on where your clitoris is. A choked sob leaves puffy lips, even when his right hand is in your bra to grope your breast, his thumb swiping on your nipple to harden. 

“Mmmph! Ahhaaa, Toji…”

“Yeah, just like that,” he reassures you. Another tweak to your nipple has you bite your lips with a hum. “Just like that—“

“Am I interrupting something?” 

It took you mere milliseconds to recognize the new voice that enters your space, abruptly interrupting your session with purpose. You’re off of Toji just like that, hurriedly fixing yourself in the presence of your manager. “H–Hello, Mei Mei.”

“Hello there, Y/n.” She says it sweetly, but her words carry a stern connotation. The pale-blue-haired woman has her hair up in a braided ponytail while wearing a simple black split-thigh cami dress with mesh sleeves, and her gold earrings and red lipstick contrast with her pale skin. “Ah, I expected to see you here, too, Mr. Fushiguro.”

Toji greets the women, standing up at his own pace. “It is a Friday, Lady Mei.”

She smiled at the use of her business name; it was appropriate for what she was about to say. “Indeed it is. I decided to come down to check on the place and see how the life of the party was going. And all my guests seemed to be having quite a good time…Minus this one guy, who told me about the ‘scary fucker with a scar on his lip’ who lifted him like a doll and scared him and his buddies to a different table.” 

Toji rubs the back of his neck, chortling with a smug grin. “Hmm, the guy must be some dick.”

“Must be...Now listen, Fushiguro, I know how much of a valuable customer you are, throwing good money at my girls — my girl.” Mei Mei walks to you and places her cold hands on your shoulders. “I’d find it hard to have you not come here anymore for not keeping your hands to yourself. On my customers and my entertainers.”

“That I understand, my Lady,” he sighs at your manager’s lecture and crosses his arms. “But you know how I roll. I just come here to see your girls—“ He stops to shift his gaze on you. “Your sweet girl.”

“And I see you care about them quite a lot, your hand up their bra and your lips on their skin.” 

He shrugs it off. “I’m guilty.”

Mei Mei walks up to the older guest, her light violet eyes locked with his dark jade orbs. “Fushiguro, I’m sorry, but I’m afraid my rules apply to everybody. No touching the dancers. This is a strip club, not a brothel.” 

“Yes, Mei,” He grasps every word thrown at him, his eyes not leaving her feline ones. “It’s just a shame that I’m willin’ to pay whatever to have Y/n privately for one night in those lil’ VIP rooms upstairs.” 

A silver brow is quirked. “Are you trying to throw more money at my face to change the rules for your own convenience?”

“I’m trying to talk business, from one loyal customer to a good businesswoman.” He says nonchalantly, pointing to you with his chin. “That is if they’re up for it.” Now, why did he have to single you out like that? Because your manager turns to you with a patient look, gauging where you stand in this situation. 

It’s a tricky thing to answer: do you want to have sex with your guest that made you feel good minutes ago? This job is supposed to be an easy one, coming here to dance and swing your ass off til the morning sun for good money. Now, on the one night when things get a little too heated – with your favorite customer, mind you – you’re in a conflict. And you have to thank God you didn’t kiss him on the lips! 

However, it’s not like you don’t trust Toji; it’s the opposite. Sure, he can be a cocky bastard; there’s been instances where he’s touched you, but never like tonight. And yet, you didn’t find any danger in it. You were relaxed atop of him, leaning more into his touches. So, the thought that more could come from it is new. Chilling, but thrilling.

Your manager can see the inner turmoil through your face, so she answers in your stead, “Give it some thought for tomorrow, Y/n. And you,” Mei Mei turns back to the man guilty of this predicament. “Learn to behave yourself ’til then.” 

“I will, Lady Mei,” Toji sneers, grabbing for his coat to put on and taking a few bands to give to you. “And I’ll be seein’ you tomorrow, baby.”

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 – divideres from @/cafekitsune.

[ginkgo-phyta]

Can I request Spencer (later seasons, post prison era) gifting his gf an initial necklace, but the pendant is his initial?

i.e.

"This is nice, Spence, but my name doesn't start with an 'S'."

"Yeah, but mine does, and you're mine."

Feel free to take it as far as you like 😏

A/N: ehehe yes ofc, i love thissss, but also a lil funny bc my name DOES start with an S :P so imma change the dialogue a bit. keepin dis sweet- there is a lil steamy moment for like two sentences however mostly this is fluff, hope you enjoy it, my love!

Fluff, no warnings (?), gender neutral language (im p sure, lemme know if i missed something!), 2.5k words

Spencer’s apartment is flooded with the music of joy; light jazz pours from an old style radio in the living room, your shared laughter tumbles into the rest of the place from the small kitchen, the sound of knives and forks scraping decorated ceramic plates signals the end of a well-enjoyed meal.

It was date-night for the two of you, a rare occurrence as of late due to Spencer’s teaching commitment. Initially, you were excited, thinking you would be getting more of him to yourself. You kept that thought to yourself, though, seeing how upset he initially was at not being able to help his team in the way he wanted to. That exhilaration was shut down particularly quickly as Spencer had begun bringing his work home with him. When he was working only as a profiler, sure he’d be away from you most of the time, but when he came home he’d spend all of his time present and in the moment. Now, at times, having him home almost felt worse than when he’d be away.

In the moment, however, everything was perfect. This is how you wished every night could be. The two of you bumping shoulders as you both prepare dinner; glasses of wine clinking with a cheers; old love songs serenading your flushed ears as Spencer pulls you into his arms to delicately waltz around the kitchen; his balmy eyes peering down into yours, speaking words of love and comfort. This serene feeling of domesticity was addicting. Life had been a whirlwind the past year, with it only being about six months since Spencer came home from prison. Things were jarringly different at first, both of your lives changing the way being wrongfully imprisoned changed Spencer, but you didn’t care. You could fight every battle life threw your way as long as your beautiful boy was by your side. Some days were more difficult than others, when Spencer would be reminded of the atrocities he witnessed in jail or what he had to do to survive. He’d isolate himself, snap at you, or push you away; but this evening was a good night- it almost felt like you had your old lover back.

“Dinner was delicious, angel.” Spencer beamed at you from the other side of his compact dining table, using his cloth napkin to wipe at the corners of his lips. 

“Well,” you chuckled, pushing out of your seat to collect both of your plates, “you helped me, that’s probably why.” 

Spencer quickly followed your movements, whisking the dishes out of your hands with a sweet kiss pressed to your cheek before taking them to the sink. “It was all you, beautiful.” he had whispered against your skin while leaving your side. 

You silently shook your head, picking up your wine and water glasses to be washed. “Should I dry?” you questioned as he turned on the faucet, pulling a tea towel from the cabinet below you. 

Spencer shook his head, “It’s okay, they can air dry.” he spoke with a little shrug.

“Okay!” you responded bright-eyed, throwing the towel down onto the counter next to you, a bit too excited at the prospect of not doing anything. Your reaction peeled an infectious laugh from Spencer's beautifully cerise lips, his nose scrunching involuntarily. You could stand there and just watch him exist for the rest of eternity. 

And you did just that for a minute, took in the sight of him humming along to the jazz standard wafting in from the other room, engrossed in scrubbing the food stuck to the pans you cooked in. His jawline and upper-lip were shadowed in scruff, trailing down the sides of his Adam’s apple. His hair was long now, wavy and pushed back from his face, exposing his strong forehead and giving you unrestricted access to gaze into his gentle cinnamon eyes. The years passing changed his appearance in so many ways, and you loved every bit of it. Your eyes trailed down to graze over the top of his chest, exposed by the first few buttons of his deep cerulean shirt undone; they moved over the slopes of his broad shoulders, and down to his arms working steadfast to clean up the remnants of your meal. It didn’t escape Spencer how you were drinking him in without a care in the world, paying no mind to his elbow occasionally bumping into your torso.

“You having fun there?” he teased with a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, eyes never leaving the task at hand. His words spurred you forward. 

You simply hummed in response as you moved to stand behind him, your front pressing firmly into his back. Spencer’s eyebrow arched questioningly, but he kept his mouth shut, simply letting you do as you pleased. Your head peeked over one side of his arm, hands sliding down until they reached the cuff of his sleeve. Deftly, you began folding them up, “Just helpin you,” you mumbled as a throwaway explanation, moving to his other side to do the same. Fingernails scratched at his newly exposed forearms, your muffled giggle turning Spencer’s smirk into a wide grin. “Done!” you announced, wrapping your arms around his abdomen before nuzzling your face into his broad back. Over the barrier of fabric, the running water, and the sound of his scrubbing Spencer barely heard you ask, “Didn’t I help so much?”

His chuckle sent vibrations into your cheek, “Yes, honey, you were a big help. Thank you.” Content, you pushed your face further into his shirt. 

The two of you stood like that for a few more minutes, Spencer trying his best not to move too much in order to keep you comfortable. You haven’t back-hugged him like this since before he was framed, and he didn’t realize how much he missed it until this moment. He washed the dishes a bit slower than normal, reveling in the heart-warming scene. Soon, however, he was done. 

As soon as he turned off the water, you were off him, moving to pick up the once-forgotten tea towel and face him, leaning against the edge of the sink. “Thank you for your service, soldier.” you unseriously saluted before taking each of his dripping hands in his and patting them dry. 

A titter broke through his smile as Spencer reverently gazed down at you, the way your eyes twinkled under the soft-yellow lights of his old kitchen, your beautiful hands turning his own over to attack any remaining droplets of water, your eyebrows twitching reflexively here and there in focus. The first time he laid eyes on you all those years ago he was shot in the heart by Cupid’s arrow, and it has stayed there, firm in place, ever since. 

As soon as you were done, Spencer softly cupped your face in his palms, your fingers wrapping around his wrists as he tilted your head up to look at him. He leaned down, pushing a passionate, yet gentle kiss onto your mouth. Before you could deepen it, he pulled away just enough to mumble, “I have something for you.”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, and you looked up at him in confusion as he pressed one more peck to your lips before moving into the other room, your hands chasing after him. Once his words processed in your brain you perked up, excitedly following behind him.

“You got me a gift?” You question, reaching where Spencer stood at the side table by the front door, right in front of the intricate, gold trimmed mirror you hung up just last week. Your eyebrows furrowed as you watched Spencer pick up the weekly newspaper, “Uh, you got me the…local paper?”

With a roll of his eyes, Spencer wordlessly pulled you to him by the waist, mimicking your earlier actions by pressing his front into your back. You stumbled a bit, catching yourself by grabbing onto the forearm wrapped around your torso, holding you up, Spencer’s fingers digging into your waist. You peer at him curiously through the mirror before he whispers in your ear. 

“Look,” he motions down with his chin, and you do as you’re told. Spencer moves the haphazardly folded newspaper to the side, revealing a glimmering deep emerald velvet box. From the size of it, you could tell it was some jewelry other than a ring. You gasped in shock, not even having seen its contents. “Spencer…” your voice was meek and unbelieving. 

He watched you through the mirror, his cheek pressed against your temple as he opened the box before you. Your alluring eyes widened to their limits, hands flying up to cover your mouth. Your gaze whizzed to meet your lover in the reflection, “You got me a necklace??” your words dripped with incredulity. Spencer had gifted you generously in the past- rare books, handmade accessories, clothing you had your eye on, tickets to see your favorite artists live- but never before had he bought you jewelry. You never minded, content with wanting the first piece he gives you to be an engagement ring. That being said, this surprise moved you immensely. You took in the gorgeous necklace shining proudly up at you. A dainty chain in the metal you wore the most, in the middle sat a heart-shaped locket, no bigger than the tip of your pinky-finger. Before you could speak again, Spencer shifted to open the locket for you, revealing two pictures. One was older, taken at JJ’s wedding; Penelope had been going around taking photos of everyone and as soon as she neared the two of you, Spencer scooped you up into his arms as if you were the bride. The moment frozen in time showed you in the midst of a bellowing laugh, clutching to Spencer’s shoulders in shock, with your boyfriend looking upon you as if you were an angel incarnate, an equally wide smile plastered across his face. The second photo was more recent; you had invited the whole team out to a picnic brunch shortly after Spencer was released and this time Emily was the one taking candid photos. The two of you were cozying up at the edge of the yellow gingham blanket, Spencer's arms wrapped tightly around your figure rested between his legs. In the photo, his hand was cupping your jaw, tilting your face up to bring your lips close to his, the snapshot proudly showcasing his grinning mouth just centimeters from your own with the sunlight stretching out in the background. 

“Oh, Spencer,” you were at a loss of words, your fingers hesitantly tracing the silhouette of the pendant, “It’s so beautiful, my favorite pictures…” you murmured. 

Spencer hummed and nodded in response, setting the box down to take the necklace out of its confines. He straightened behind you, stretching the necklace out in front of your face, “Let me put it on you, baby.” he whispered, mouth barely moving. 

You happily obliged as he brought the chain closer to your neck, moving your hair to one side to better allow him to clasp it behind you. Spencer watched you the whole time through the mirror while your eyes were fixated on the necklace. The cold metal of the locket hitting your warm skin caused a minuscule gasp to part your plump lips, but Spencer noticed it all. The way your chest rose and fell faster, chasing after your quickened heart; the way you drew your bottom lip in between your teeth; your uncertain hands grasping at his trouser legs behind you. Once the chain was secured, the locket resting perfectly in the dip of your collar bones, Spencer placed soft, warm kisses to the exposed skin of your shoulders and neck, holding eye contact with you with each; even as he moved your hair to dutifully pepper the other side. You sighed as his arms returned to engulf your waist, tighter than before, your hands moved to rest on top of his. He noticed your eyelids flutter close just for a moment, taking him in, before they opened again and your gaze shifted back down to the reflection of the necklace. Your eyes glinted with uncertainty upon noticing the engraving on the locket you hadn’t fully processed earlier. 

“‘S’...” you spoke, reading the letter dangling from your neck. You kept your inflection steady, trying to make it seem like you knew exactly what it stood for, but Spencer knew you better than that. Before you could make any assumptions, he spoke up.

“For ‘Spencer’.” he stated matter-of-factly, his face moving up from your shoulder to rest against your temple again. 

You smiled at him, more confused than before, “But aren’t you supposed to put my initials on it. You know, cuz it’s my necklace?”

“No,” he murmured sternly against your hair. Spencer’s left hand slipped down to grab onto your right hip, his right hand traveling up your sternum to thumb over the locket before splaying out to rest just below your throat, the heart pendant resting on the back of his hand.

Another, louder gasp sucked through your lips as Spencer tugged you closer to him, your back arched a bit as it stretched, bum pushing into his groin. 

“I put my initial,” he started again, heading dipping down to mouth against the shell of your ear, his eyes looking at you in the mirror through his cocoa lashes had you biting your lip, “Because you’re mine. And now everyone will know it.”

Suddenly, you whipped around in Spencer’s arms, throwing your own over and around his neck, hugging his body close to yours. He stumbled back a bit in shock, grabbing onto your lower back to steady himself before a laugh shook through his shoulders. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” you enthusiastically repeated, pressing kisses along his stubbled jawline with every word. “I love it so much, Spencer.” you pulled back all the way to stare up at him, gaze filled with genuinity. One of your hands remained on the back of his neck, the other coming down to fiddle with the locket, “This is the best gift I’ve ever gotten.” 

His previously mischievous demeanor melted off his back as Spencer drank in how you dripped sweetness. “I’m so happy to hear you say that, honey.” His hands rubbed up and down your back. “I know things have been…complicated lately. I’ve been distant and cold, which I want to apologize for, but you’ve been beside me through it all. You’re my rock, and I just wanted to show you a bit of my gratitude.” 

You shook your head as you pushed up onto your tippy-toes to kiss him again, the hand on your locket moving to lightly scratch at the side of his neck.

“I’m all yours,” you muttered against his lips, tilting your head to the other side to slot yours upon them again. You pulled away after a couple seconds, “You don’t have to thank me, my love. I know you would do the same for me.” You pressed a few more kisses to Spencer’s supple lips before pulling back again, causing him to huff. “Are you mine?” you whisper.

Innocent doe-eyes coupled with a small pout had a quiet groan dragging from Spencer’s throat. He brought a hand up to trace your bottom lip with his thumb before tangling his fingers in your hair, 

“I’m yours, baby.” he nodded. “Only yours.” With that, he pulled you back in for a sensual kiss.

A/N: omg sorry if this sucks im so sleepy right nowwwww it took so long to write this for some reason i cant process words properly but i wanted to finish this! i loved writing this piece, and i hope y'all like reading it. ANON! how'd i do?

[mulansaucey]

Bat Wives Wine Night - 2

  AZRIEL X READER (SMUT)

Thank you for all the feedback, hearing how much you guys liked it means so much to me. This part is very steamy so please enjoy. I kept this as reader’s POV because I’m so swamped with work right now I dont have time to switch POVs. My request is open so if you want me to write something for you, I’d be more than happy. I’m still figuring how I’m gonna start writing more so bear with me. I hope you guys like it!

WARNINGS: Alch use, P in V, oral sex, semi public sex, fingering, BDSM vibes/dynamic, sex under the influence but consensual, established relationship and boundaries. 

    Shit. We were finally caught. It looked kind of absurd, six people standing in a semi circle completely still with raunchy, erotic music booming hard in the background. I feel a talon poking at my shields and I at first thought it was Rhys ready to tell me off and get my ass out of here but instead it was darling Feyre. 

“Bathroom.” 

    Didn’t have to tell me twice. I go to move but the shadow firmly wraps around each of our legs, cementing us to the floor. I narrowed my eyes at Azriel and the shadows, soothing shadows wrap around my arms like an apology. 

    “I gotta piss!” I scream out, not only did I actually have to piss but I needed an excuse to go somewhere quiet and try to sober up to explain to my mate why I was getting wasted without telling him where I was. Cass grins and starts cackling, the first bat boy to break. He goes over to Nesta immediately finding his place within her arms, lips already on her neck. She struggles to contain a moan, by now Az relents his shadows.

    He walks towards me with an amused expression, “That was quite a show up there.” He said, gesturing to the stunt I pulled on the table. He wrapped his arms around me while I hid in his shoulder. I’m blushing furiously by now. 

    “I can explain, just let me sober up a bit in the bathroom first.” I go to grab Nesta, seeing her making out with Cass, peeling them off each other. I make my way to Feyre giggling in Rhys neck. Once I gather both girls we stumble into the surprisingly empty bathroom and just sit. Not the cleanest surface but honestly we just need a minute to process. I take the time to actually pee, moving back to the floor once I get done washing my hands (A/N PLEASE WASH YOUR HANDS). 

    “I’m a little relieved but a little sad we got caught.” Feyre says, resting the back of her head against a stall, Nesta leaning hers on the sink to my right. I give a nod but smile looking at them both. The shit we got up to has been great and I think we accomplished what we needed these past years. Drunk me is nostalgic so I open my mouth to reminisce on a night out a few months back. 

    “Remember one night we snuck out to Day Court to party with Helion?” We can’t help but laugh. Nesta adds, “Of course I do, he made us lift him up during a keg stand. His thighs were huge, felt like I was holding a beef cake.” I cackle at the memory of helping a High Lord do something so absurd. 

    “My favorite is when Y/N tried to dance battle a sentry, never knew you could do the splits.” Feyre gasping at the end of her sentence, not being able to hold in her laughter. 

    Nesta’s eyes brightened and she stood up. She pulled Feyre and I to our feet and said, “The fun has just begun now, let’s get out of here. Leave the boys to ponder.” I started giggling, the alcohol making me ten times more likely to agree to anything. 

    “Where would we go?” I ask, everything is closed and we can’t just bar hop the boys will eventually find us AGAIN. 

     “LET'S GO SEE AMREN!” Feyre squeals, she winnows us out before we can even agree. We pop up right in front of Amren’s apartment door. We knocked probably more than we should have. Amren’s pale but beautiful face is revealed. 

    “What do you want?” Straight to the point like she always is. We all smile brightly at her very unamused face. 

    “The boys caught us drinking so we ditched them to come see you.” I let out while giving my biggest puppy dog eyes that work on Azriel, not so much on Amren. She reluctantly opens up to let us through, not willing to close the door on her High Lady, being sisters with Feyre has its perks. We tumble in, getting comfortable in her living room. 

    “You can’t stay long, Varian comes over in an hour or two.” Amren says walking back to her room to clean up a bit. I just now notice she’s in her nice silk robe, with probably nothing underneath. The faelights are turned to a dark red, casting the apartment in a sensual vibe. They be fucking. 

    I then feel Azriel calling for me through the bond. I send back a reassuring push, to let him know I’m fine. 

    “Where are you?” his words echoing through me. I feel slightly bad so I answer back, “I’m at a friend's house, I’m fine.” I can feel him get annoyed and ask where I am. I just send another push of love and reassurance and ignore his calls. Will I regret it by the morning? Yes. I can already feel the spanks coming my way when he finds me. I’ve broken so many of his “rules”. They call it “funishment” for a reason. 

    Amren hands us each a glass of water and some bread to sober up. 

    “So, what the fuck are you guys doing here?” Amren asks, settling onto an armchair. We go into detail about our secret Wine Nights. The only sign of amusement from the short, scary woman was a smirk. “Well, you sure do give them a run for their money, girl.” 

     We spend the hour sipping on our water and gossiping with Amren, enjoying the chill of the night. “Sorry to burst your bubble, girl but your mate is asking if you’re here and I don’t plan on lying to my High Lord.” We all groan, not wanting to move from our spot. 

    “Plus Varian will  be here any second and I do not care if you are here to see us fucking.” Amren lets out in a breathy laugh. That scrambles us to our feet fast. Not before snagging a bottle of Amren’s nice wine. We all leave to walk the streets until we get to almost the back of Velaris. Walking along the Sidra until it’s just docks and water. I feel a talon on my shields and judging from the looks on my friends faces I can tell Rhys is reaching out to all of us. 

    “You went to Amren’s? Are you guys serious right now? Tell me where you are, NOW.” Rhys almost shouts into our minds. I can tell Feyre relents and lets him know we’re towards the end of the city. Knowing the boys will be here any minute we admire the water. We’re all leaning on the rail and each other. Taking turns sipping on the red wine. 

    “I wanna swiiiiimmmmm” Feyre whines, she’s already taking off her shoes and I agree and go to start stripping. Nesta grabs my arm with a warning looking around to make sure nobody saw her sisters butt ass naked. 

    “We shouldn’t, what if someone sees us!” Nesta tries to whisper but it comes out more like a loud shout. I clamp my hand on her mouth, less gracefully than I liked. 

    “Shhhh! Come in, we will be fine, the water sounds soooo nice.” I say, going to take off my pants. We all strip down to our underwear, Fey and I wanted to be naked but we stayed in our panties and bra to appease Nesta’s worry. Of course my High Lady jumped in first, a loud splash echoed throughout the empty courtyard. I glance back to Nesta, I wink at her before cannonballing my way into the water. I return to the surface, smiling at Feyre. I wave Nesta into the water, and a third splash echoed. We all enjoy floating on our backs, looking up into the stars littering the sky. 

*WHOOSH* 

    The distinct sound of flapping of wings. I hear three pairs of shoes touch down the wooden pier. I can feel the bond flow with relief that quickly follows by irritation from my mate. Seems like he didn’t appreciate having to track across Velaris to find me, drunk and floating in the back part of the Sidra. 

    “What the hell are you guys doing? Get out of there now, please!” Rhy’s silky voice reaches our ears. “We’ve been looking for you for hours!” Cass yells out. We finally sat up right in the water, taking a look at our exhausted mates. 

    “Well you found us!” I shout back. “Come in and join us, look at the stars, just chill for a minute.” I say more quietly which pisses my mate off even more.

     “Get your ass out of the water before I drag you out of there.” Azriel’s voice never going above a shout, but his words are filled with tension nonetheless. 

    “Scared, boys? C’mon Cass, come join me.” Nesta almost purrs to her mate, throwing her soaking bra at his feet. She swims farther away to her right towards a small cluster of rocks. Well, there goes Nesta’s modesty. Looking around to see three clusters of rock, far away enough from us to have privacy but close enough to know what Nesta was thinking. I’m getting fucked in the river tonight.  

    Cassian looks at his brothers and takes off his shirt, Feyre and I start hooting at him to encourage our mates. 

    “Tits out, balls out, brothers.” Cass says as he drops his pants splashing in, swimming towards Nes. That man would follow her anywhere. 

    Azriel looks at me, waiting for me to swim to him. Honestly, I submit to him most of the time. Our dynamic naturally fell into that role. And as much as I love being Az’s good girl, being bad is much more fun. Rhys strips down, jumping and leading a giggling Feyre to a cluster of rocks towards my left. Leaving the middle and the farthest rocks to me, I swim back keeping eye contact with my mate. Every step further away from him, I feel the pulse of the bond pound harder in my chest, daring me to make my next move. I slide the straps of my bra down, his eyes never leaving mine. I take it off, letting my nipples perk up under the water, raising my chest a bit to throw it at him and maybe to tease him. 

    One thing about Azriel is he doesn't like to share and he doesn't like people seeing what’s his. Although his brothers are very much preoccupied with their own mates, I know he’s boiling with jealousy. He speaks through the bond, “Don’t make me come in there, I won’t play nice.” 

    I squeeze my thighs under the water and send a rush of arousal through the bond. 

    “I don't want nice.” I say back, out loud. His wings perk up in challenge before he starts stripping down, his tattoos showing against his beautiful tan skin. I hear him mutter under his breath, “I’m going to regret this.” He slowly sinks in, taking his god damn precious time while my friends are getting some sort of fucked on the the two sides of me. I can’t hear them but can see the tops of their heads from my distance. I hear enough water splashing to know they aren’t innocently playing in the water. 

    He just about reaches me when I jump back laughing loudly. I wasn’t done with this game yet, Azriel and I love the build up almost more than the actual sex. Whether he wants to admit it or not, he loves when I’ve been bad. He loves having an excuse to spank me red, to deny or give my pleasure. He firmly but gently grabs my wrist holding me to his chest and pushes us behind the rocks, ensuring no one can see us. He releases his shadows cocooning our sounds.

     Az leans down his lips touching the shell of my ear, “You’ve been a bad girl, bunny. Not answering me when I called. Running to Amren’s of all places. Just know when I’m done with you here, I won’t be holding back at home.” He kisses my cheek, a sweet gesture as if his words didn’t promise me a world of pain and dizzying pleasure. His hand that practically dwarfs my body,  gently feels up my side. When he reaches my throat his grip tightens pulling my chest flush to his, his lips crashing down on mine. His tongue dominates my mouth, my nipples rubbing against his skin in the most delicious way. This kiss wasn't nice, it was all consuming. It was claiming. My hands run through his hair, pulling him closer to me. I let out a moan as he tongues the hollow of my throat, sinking his teeth on my sweet spot behind my ear. He gives my inner thigh a spank, I yelp out in surprise as he chuckles. I’m already soaked, arousal flooding my senses. My craving for him can only be soothed with him deep inside me. My hand finds his godly cock, stroking him gently, “I want you, please.”

    “Already begging for it and I’ve barely touched you, bunny.” he grunts out, I twist my hands around the head of his cock as he hisses from the sensation. He grabs my hand, twisting my body around while holding both hands behind my back. 

    “I’m doing the touching tonight. You had me worried baby, you know I don’t like being denied. Especially from you.” He presses open mouthed kisses along my spine, I can barely breathe by the time his mouth meets the flesh of my ass, he bites down. Hard. Likely leaving an imprint of his teeth, Illyrians are such territorial babies. He rips my underwear off, tearing it nearly in two. 

    I feel the rock against my cheek, the cold surface cooling my overheated body. Without warning, Az’s tongue sweeps through my arousal. He approves in a grunt, going right back into feast on me. I moan loudly, knowing the shadows are muffling my sounds.  I just now notice his shadows are holding my arms together while Az grabs handfuls of my ass. Water drips down my back into his hair, making all of this so erotic. He switches between pulling my clit gently between his lips to full on lapping at it. He pushes his large finger into me making me push back against his face, he pushes me further into the rocks as he stands, still fucking me with his hand. He grabs a fistful of my hair, his lips on my ear. “Enjoy this, bunny because you won’t be cumming for the rest of the night.” His breath hot against my skin, he added two more fingers stretching me wide to take him later. At this point, I’m moaning shamelessly. 

    “Oh, yes. Fuck yes. Azriel.” I moan out his name, knowing just how riled up my mate gets hearing his name from my lips. He fucks me harder with his fingers, applying the smallest amount of pressure around my throat. His hard chest, flush against my back. It’s weirdly intimate for being in the gods damn river. I can feel the knot building in my stomach, I clench around his fingers and before I can cum he rips his hand away from my sex. I whine in protest. 

    “You’re soaking, bunny.” He says rubbing his almost painfully hard cock between my ass cheeks. He strokes his cock with the hand he pleasured me with, getting ready to absolutely rearrange my guts. I push my hips back, grinding on any part of him I can. “I don't think you want it enough though, you’re gonna have to beg for it. Say you’re sorry, bunny. Tell me how much you want it.” He purrs into my ear. I look over my shoulder, not caring how pathetic I look right now. Bent over a rock with my hands behind my back, whining for him. 

    “Please fuck me, Az. I’m sorry, I really am. Just please fuck me, I need you mate.” I knew pulling the mate card would get Azriel inside me quicker than lightning. And I was right, I could feel the head of his perfect cock push inside me. I moan at the feeling of the first stretch, no matter how many years have passed, I’ll never be tired of this feeling. Az lets out a small moan as he fully sheaths himself inside me. He rests his forehead on the top of my back and lets out another moan as I shift to get used to his size. “Fuuck” he whispers in pleasure. He’s never been one to make a lot of noise at all, so hearing any sound of pleasure from him made everything much more rewarding. He rises again, using one hand to hold my hands, the other around my hip. Promising a bruise the next day. 

    “You ready, bunny?” he asks me, the loving side of Azriel returning for a moment. He kisses my cheek sweetly as I nod, weakly, “Pleeeease…” I moan out. He chuckles as he pulls himself almost all the way out before thrusting hard. I moaned loudly this time. He chooses a harsh pace, barely giving me time to breathe before the next thrust. The water splashes around us, that sound mixed with Azriel’s grunting and hearing just how wet I am every time he thrusts in makes me feel almost embarrassed, almost. If it wasn't for how amazing I felt. I could feel the bond thrumming with lust. I was moaning out Azriel’s name when he slowed down just a bit, enough to slow down my orgasm that so badly wanted to burst. 

    “You look so good, bunny. You feel fucking amazing, this pretty little cunt was made for me.” He made a point to slowly grind into me, letting me hear the mess he was making at the apex of my thighs. The squelching sound made me blush.  “Tell me how good you feel, bunny.” Az requested, then immediately returned to his harsh pace making my words sound jumbled and frantic. 

    “F-fuuck, I-I feel so good, yo-you make me feel good. Keep fucking me, pl-please.” I moan out, I have enough strength to meet his hips snapping into mine, Az lets out a deep groan. He snakes his hand to my clit, giving it the attention I very much desired. I start yelling out his name at the added stimulation. At this point we let our desire control us, fucking into each other like it was the last time we have the chance to. The tension builds in my stomach and I start clenching down on his cock, Az lets out another deep groan. 

    “Yeah, bunny. Come all over my cock, fuck me til you’re hoarse.” He grits through his teeth. I scream out his name like a prayer as my orgasm tears through me, he can feel me cumming around him. I can feel his stomach tightening on my back, he ruts into me moaning my name as he cums inside me. Feeling his hot seed against my walls makes me want to cum again so I moan and push against him selfishly wanting more of him. I always want more. His shadows release my arms and Az turns me around in the water, surprisingly still keeping himself inside me. I wrap my arms around his shoulder, breathing in his scent. I place gentle kisses along his neck while he slows his breathing against my shoulder. He looks up at me after a moment and kisses me fully. His smooth lips taking place on mine, the kind of kiss that makes you dizzy and wanting more. I can't tell you how long we stayed in that position, lazily making out and enjoying each other. 

    “HEY YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE IN HERE AFTER DARK!” I hear a distant shout, pulling my face off Az’s I scoot closer to him trying to hide my naked body. He slowly pulls out of me chuckling. 

    “I thought you were feeling brave tonight, bunny.” He presses a soft kiss to my forehead. I blush, hiding my face in his neck, biting down gently on him for teasing me. He gives me a small spank in return.

    “GET OUT OF THERE NOW!” The sentry yells out to us. I hear Rhys speak up, pushing his body enough to where the guard can see his face. 

    “Hey Felix, uhh look I’ll give you a bonus if you turn around and forget this happened.” The sentry’s eyes widen when he realizes he caught the most important people in his court skinny dipping. I can hear Feyre’s giggle as she peeks her head up. Rhys slowly pushes her down, again proving how possessive our Illyrian babies are. 

    “Yes, my Lord. Good night.” He’s gone before I can even look up again. We all burst out laughing, the absurdity of this night all hitting us. We should get out of here before we traumatize another sentry. I cling onto Azriel as he waddles us through the water towards our clothes. We’re the first to get dressed, Az shielding my body with his wing. When the others start climbing out and dressing Az wraps me in his arms whispering in my ear, “I hope you had fun, my love. Your punishment starts when we get home.” I bite my lip, staring up at him. I hum in agreement, “I can’t wait.” I wink at him, giving him a soft kiss. He returns the kiss with his own, biting my bottom lip. 

    “Alright, brother. Wait til you get home, I’m too tired to witness this.” Rhy says, gesturing for us ladies to walk ahead first. Probably scared we’re gonna run off again. Once we get out into the empty street, the boys grab us and haul ass into the sky. I can’t blame them, we sorta made them chase around Velaris for like three hours. I scream as Az does intricate tricks, once we land at the River House I stumble inside, not used to gravity yet. I am completely sober though so that’s a plus. 

    “Go grab your things, sweetheart. I’ll be waiting in here.” Az says to me passing by to sit on a chair. I rush to grab my bag and meet him back in the sitting room.

         I hear Cass grumble, “I’m getting too old for this shit.” Rubbing Nes’s thighs as she sits on his lap. Love bites litter Cass’s neck. Rhys nods along, holding Feyre’s hand, he looks as if he could fall asleep right there on the couch. Us girls look at each other in annoyance. I speak up, my hand running through Az’s hair, “We keep you young and y’all know it.” He just smirks up at me, pulling himself to stand. Azriel has got plans and he’s trying to get me alone as soon as possible.  

    “Alright, ladies. Next month, same time?” Feyre says, the boys' protests falling on deaf ears. 

    “Maybe we should discuss next month, darling. Before you give me a heart attack.” Rhy says, kissing her hand. Azriel drags me outside, not bothering for goodbyes. I can feel his impatience through the bond. Insteading of flying, he winnows us home. Leading me through our house and to our room. I go to take off my damp clothes, his helpful hands tugging the material down. 

    “Lay on the bed, bunny.” Az commands. A part of me didn’t take his threats earlier seriously but he watches me walk to our bed and lay down. His eyes darken. He looks pointedly at my hands, I lift my arms up letting his shadows twine though, holding me down. The shadows doing the same to ankles and thighs spread me apart. I'm embarrassingly wet again. 

    “You’ve been a bad, bad girl. I’m gonna have to teach you my rules again.” he takes his time undressing, letting the wetness gather between my legs. He kisses my ankles, all the way up to the tops of my thighs. I whimpered as he purposely avoids the area I want him most. 

I whimper out a please, begging for him. 

“You know you’ve been bad, bunny?” 

“Yes, sir.” I moan as he liked my inner thigh. 

“You won’t go out without letting me know?” 

“Yes, sir.” Another lick on the other side. 

“You’ll answer back when I call out to you?” 

“Yes, sir.” I moan again as he brushes his lips against my clit, barely touching me. 

I look down at him, seeing his eyes light up with hunger. He licks his lips, looking at me. 

“Good, then let's begin.” 

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[nicoline1998enilocin]

Passion

PAIRING || Boyfriend!Baker!Tony Stark x Girlfriend!Fem!Reader

WORDCOUNT || ~ 175 words

SUMMARY || You and Tony are working late in the bakery and cannot keep your hands off one another, which leads to a rather steamy evening in the back of your boyfriend's bakery.

RATING || Explicit (E)

TAGS || Established relationship. Bakery AU. Explicit sexual content.

A/N || This is written for the Six Sentence Sunday challenge, hosted by the amazing @mostly-marvel-musings, and includes the prompt Passionate. I realized it has been way too long since I have written for these two, so I'm hoping you'll all enjoy this little peek into my baker!Tony AU 🤍

Photo: @ccbsrmsf1 || All other graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin

Main Masterlist || Tony Stark || Baker!Tony Stark

Working in a bakery has always been your dream, but working with your boyfriend in his bakery is a dream you never knew you had, but you're thrilled it has come true.

Tony asked you to stay after work when everyone else had gone home, as he needed some much-needed time alone with you—he has a spicy plan for you both, after all.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" you ask your boyfriend, eyes filled with lust as you look up as he towers over you, which only serves to make you even wetter.

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life, Peach - now hold on because it will be a long, rough night for us."

With those words, Tony rips your panties off your body, his erection swiftly pushing into your dripping core until he's buried to the root.

Your sweet baker is nothing if not passionate, even when he's taking you in the back of your favorite place on earth: his precious bakery.

[saiyanprincessswanie]

SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Weeks 167 & 168

Welcome to Weeks 167 & 168

A/N: Thank you again to those who gave me recommendations for fanfics. Especially all the Kinktober goodies. 💜 This week had me reading 60 fics. Absolutely amazing stuff here.

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community.  💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

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Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

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I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Fallen Angel - (Brock x OFC, Bucky) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Heaven or Hell? - (Lloyd x Reader) - @shadeysprings

Plum Flavored Chapstick - (Bucky x Reader) - @sergeantbarnessdoll

Winner Winner - (Andy x Reader) - @labella420

Bewitched crossroads - @nekoannie-chan

Here Comes Goodbye - (Jimmy Dobyne x Reader) - @spectre-posts @wiypt-writes

Protector - (Winter Soldier x Reader) - @rookthorne

When You Move, I Move - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Kinktober Week 1: Love Bites - (Steve x Reader) - @lunarbuck

Surrender - @mrsmischief209

Stargazing love - @/nekoannie-chan

Armchair - @/nekoannie-chan

Bittersweet - (Bucky x Reader) - @thecornerlot

Might Even Be - (Bucky x Reader) - @slyyywriting

Spy vs. Spy - (Lloyd x Reader) - @andydrysdalerogers

Never Tear Us Apart - (Andy x Reader) - @syntheticavenger

Dark Thor Oneshot- @/syntheticavenger

dangerous - (Bucky x Reader) - @onceuponastory

Ours - (Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader) - @/holylulusworld

Yours & Mine - (Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader) - @holylulusworld

MINE - (Steve x Reader) - @labella420

As He Sees Fit - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Sacrifice Yourself and Let Me Have What's Left - @/mrsmischief209

Kinktober 2023, Day 2 - (Steve x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513

Feelin' Gourd - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Congratulations! You Just Won The Shock of Your Life At 2 AM! - (Clint x Reader) - @ghostofskywalker

Kinktober Week 1: Thigh Riding - (Lee x Reader) - @lunarbuck

Kinktober, Day 3 - (Paul D x Reader) - @/georgiapeach30513

Day 1: Mile High Club - (Bucky x Reader) - @writing-for-marvel

Slow Hand - (Billy R x Reader) - @/mrsmischief209

Against the ghost - @/nekoannie-chan

Daddy Dearest - (Steve x Reader) - @cherienymphe

Daddy - (Steve x Reader) - @donutloverxo

ever since - (Bucky x Deaf!Reader) - @/syntheticavenger

Hypothetically speaking - (Bucky x Reader) - @littleseasiren

Rooted in Love - (Bucky x Reader) - @/jobean12-blog

Branded - (Curtis x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Kinktober Week 1: Table/ Threesome/Sensory Dep - (Stucky x Reader) - @/lunarbuck

Kinktober 2023, Day 4 - (Cole T x Reader) - @/georgiapeach30513

Kinktober Day 4: Overstimulation - (Bucky x Reader) - @/writing-for-marvel

Tuesday Thots - Sunbeam - (Bucky x Reader) - @/navybrat817

Day 7: Striptease - (Bucky x Reader) - @/writing-for-marvel

Curtis and Honey - Autumn This On That - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Six Steamy Sentence Challenge - @sagechanoafterdark

Under the Hood - (Steve x Reader) - @/andydrysdalerogers

Don't Make It Harder - (Andy x Reader) - @/slyyywriting

Brock x Reader x Billy Oneshot - @/fluffyprettykitty

Kinktober Week 1: Phone Sex - (Sam x Reader) - @/lunarbuck

Staff unveiled - @/nekoannie-chan

day 3 - choking & spitting - (Lloyd x Reader) - @vellicore

Miss Your Kiss - (Thor x Reader) - @targaryenvampireslayer

THE DEVIL - (Andy x Reader) - @flordeamatista

What is this? - (Brock x Reader) - @/nekoannie-chan

babydoll - (Lee x Reader) - @nickfowlerrr

Everything I want… - (Bucky x Reader) - @thornsnvultures

One Night With You ~ Pt 1 - (Bucky x Reader) - @jtargaryen18

day 1 - cockwarming - (Bucky x Reader) - @/vellicore

Needy - (Bucky x Reader) - @targaryenvampireslayer

Day 10: Exhibitionism - (Bucky x Reader) - @/writing-for-marvel

Only You - (Steve x Reader) -@/flordeamatista

[zia-saturn]

Verbal. [Oneshot]

Summary: What happens when you have the most steamy, lewd, and passionate phone sex with one of the most notorious villains to step foot on this earth?

Villain!All Might/Reader

18+ readers only

❌MDNI❌

[DISCLAIMER: The characters respectfully belongs to the creator of 僕のヒーローアカデミア Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia, Kohei Horikoshi.

All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of the respective owners. The author of the fanfiction is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any previously copyrighted material. No copyright infringement is intended.]

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This story contains explicit adult sexual content. If you are easily offended or are under the age of 18, please leave now. Reader discretion is advised.

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As the seconds turned to minutes…

And as the minutes turned to hours…

Your work day seemed to drag on endlessly. You made it a habit to check your phone for the time repeatedly. A few instances, you assumed that the clock was broken. It did not help that the summer season brought upon the worst bout of humidity across the city. Most of the air conditioning units had to be prepared due to over exertion of energy that it generated.

So that meant that most of the employees were stuck dealing with a small rotating fan for the time being.

You just had to grin and bear the heat. Hydration was also important. You made sure that you had a nice tall water bottle supplied on your desk. Your coworkers utilized spare stacks of paper, empty binders and folders to construct makeshift handheld fans.

‘Oh happy fucking day! The best time for the goddamn a/c to go down.’ That snarky side of you wanted to bellow that sentence out loud to everyone in the office but you decided to keep your tongue in check. It would cause unnecessary drama as well as unnecessary arguments. Also, you did not have the mental fortitude to deal with anyone’s bullshit, especially on that day.

Your phone buzzed inside of your pocket. Stealthily, you pulled out your phone to check who was calling. A new text message arrived. It was from Toshinori. You were taken aback. You haven't heard from the man in over six months.

The reason for the break was because he became possessive over time and before things escalated, you told him that you needed some time for yourself. You made it clear from the beginning that things between you and him were strictly casual and sexual. On the outside, he appeared to be calm, almost stoic. However, how Toshi felt on the inside was a completely different story. He did not want to part ways with you, not even for a second. His blood boiled at just the mere thought of another man even looking at you let alone touch you. His mind played many scenarios of different ways of crushing the skull of any unfortunate man that had the displeasure of crossing his path.

TOSHI [7:02 P.M.]: So wet…

You could feel yourself growing slick in between your folds. 'Damn it…’ Your thumb managed to rapidly type out a quick reply to him all the while making sure that no one saw you on your phone. So far, the other's were preoccupied with their own tasks so you were in the clear for now.

YOU [7:03 P.M.]: Do you have to do this right now?

TOSHI [7:06 P.M.]: Leaking off of the tip. I've been waiting for you all day.

YOU [7:07 P.M.]: Are you really going to start with me right now? I'm at work.

TOSHI [7:10 P.M.]: I could really use those pretty lips of yours right now.

YOU [7:12 P.M.]: I don't think this is the appropriate time. I'm very busy at the moment.

There was a dull thumping sensation that resonated around your upper thighs.

TOSHI [7:15 P.M.]: Do you miss looking at it?

Then, he continued.

TOSHI [7:15 P.M.]: Touching it…

TOSHI [7:15 P.M.]: Licking it…

TOSHI [7:16 P.M.]: Because, I miss you doing all of those things with my dick.

YOU [7:17 P.M.]: You're making me wet. Please stop.

As Toshi was in the process of typing his next response, he could already feel the precum trickling down his shaft. He anticipated your response. Any response from you was a good response. He just craved to hear from you again.

TOSHI [7:20 P.M.]: I wish you could see all of the precum I just dripped for you.

You clamped your thighs tighter together, feeling your nether lips growing slick. You wished he ceased with his constant attempts at seducing you. Then, you squeezed your pelvic muscles in hopes of satiating that dull pulse in between your thighs.

YOU [7:23 P.M.]: Stop it, please. You're going to make me drip right onto my chair.

It was a good thing that your office chair was a leather one.

Your mind wandered around your desk and cubicle for an object that had a phallic shape to it. All of your toys were stored away in your drawers back at your apartment.

YOU [7:24 P.M.]: Not now. Just stop. I can't do this.

You hoped your last message made your point clear. The phone was silent for about five minutes.

Finally, a sense of relief came over you until another chime sounded off, notifying you that a new message arrived.

With much annoyance, you rolled your eyes and quickly glossed over the notification on the screen. It was at that moment you noticed a short video clip was attached to said message. With piqued curiosity, you tapped your thumb on it.

The title of the file showed a black screen before a short ten second clip proceeded to play. Your mouth watered at how long and glossy his cock looked underneath the dull bedroom light.

Once the video played, the first thing you saw was one of his large hands grip his thick pulsating dick. It was so long and the veins around the shaft were visible. "Damn, (name). Are you going to leave me alone and hard like this?" Your blond hulk of a lover rumbled out a groan from deep within his chest. That huge hand worked himself till he was unbelievably slick with his own pre-cum.

Opening up that video file was a very huge mistake on your part.

'Oh…God…Damnit…'

Heat rose in your cheeks before the sensation slowly tingled across the rest of your skin. Your nether lips grew slick.

He was adamant on making you feel hot and bothered right in the middle of your work shift. That plan was accomplished.

A moist rush pushed out of you and directly into your panties, immediately soaking the fabric.

'Shit…' Immediately, you snapped your thighs together shut. Damn him for trying to get you worked up inside of your office cubicle! So evil. So very evil.

How would that look if the people at your job saw you watching something that resembled porn? You cursed the clock because there were two hours left in your daily shift. It was two hours too long.

You rubbed your thighs together. The wetness remained along with the friction. Toshi was one of the few men that had that effect over you.

The frightening musclebound blond who towered over most people was your boy toy. A very intimidating one but a boy toy nonetheless.

The urge to get yourself off grew stronger by the second. That urge kept nagging at you over and over and you had him to thank. Once you reunited with him, he would get an earful from you.

You stood up from your chair and mumbled to the others that you would be in the restroom for a couple of minutes. “I'll be right back."

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The wet friction between your legs grew intense by the second. The trip to the bathroom felt like forever. Once, you shuffled yourself inside, you parked yourself in front of the mirror and sink. The coast was clear. There was no one around.

You took your left hand and lifted your skirt. Then, you stretched the fabric of your panties before you plugged your pussy with your index and middle finger. You were trying to simulate and imagine yourself getting fucked by Toshi.

Your trembling right hand reached over to your phone to tap a response text to his video.

YOU [7:34 P.M.]: I'm in the bathroom right now. I'm fucking myself. Don't have much time though…

That's when you decided to do a bit of edging yourself. You played the rest of the video footage on your phone and allowed your wildest imagination to take over from that point on.

Toshi's pre-cum made his cock look so deliciously glossy. It was so fucking gorgeous.

And those veins…

You could almost feel his veins caress your walls every time he gave your pussy slow satisfying strokes.

You would go crazy if you had the opportunity to massage his pre-cum all over his cock.

You tried to give yourself a few good pumps just to give yourself a bit more edge to the feeling. You wanted to feel like you were on the brink of cumming.

During the remainder of the video, the giant blond moaned while delivering long teasing strokes up and down on his cock. He kept groaning out your name in hunger and lust, repeatedly wishing you were there with him…

Riding him…

Sucking him…

"Yeah! Put it in me, baby. Come on." Your lustful whispers reverberated and echoed off the bathroom walls.

"Faster, baby. Faster. Work that dick faster for me…" Your fingers rapidly pounded in and out of you. You bent over as if he was behind you, ramming in and out of your dripping pussy. You knew how he liked you positioned.

You were so tempted to grab your camera phone and film yourself pleasuring your pussy with one of your favorite dildos. You were at a perfect angle to show everything.

Suddenly, the door knob clicked and turned. The sound instantly shattered and ruined that lust fueled haze that entranced you. A woman nonchalantly entered the bathroom. You stumbled a bit as you tried to fix your panties and skirt in place. Then, you turned on the faucet to wash your hands before trotting yourself out of the bathroom.

As you walked down the hallway, you typed another text out to him.

YOU [7:40 P.M.] Can you at least wait for me a little while longer? I’ll be home in two hours.

YOU [7:41 P.M.] Do me a favor and stay hard for me. Can you do that?

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The day was finally over. You sighed in relief, quickly trotting towards your car that was located in the parking garage.

The fabric of your panties was completely soaked by the time you reached the parking lot. Your mind kept drifting to the image of Toshi's cock…

and how hard it was…

Toshi edged himself for a couple of hours. But, he wanted to save his entire load just for you.

TOSHI [10:05 P.M.]: Where are you, baby girl?

You tried to clock out of work as fast as you could so you could finally get some space to yourself. The inside of your car would suffice for the time being.

YOU [10:10 P.M.]: I want to make myself cream in my car. Should I do it?

You were eager for Toshi's answer.

TOSHI [10:12 P.M.]: No. You're not allowed. I want you to wait like you've made me wait because it's only fair. Get your ass home now.

YOU [10:13 P.M.]: Fuck you!

TOSHI [10:14 P.M.]: You will soon.

YOU [10:16 P.M.]: It's not fair what you're doing to me. I don't think I can take it anymore. I want to touch myself but you won't let me.

TOSHI [10:18 P.M.]: Frustrated, are we? Well, the sooner you get home, the sooner you can get the opportunity to make your pussy feel good. To give her what she needs.

YOU [10:19 P.M.]: Fine. I'll be there in a few minutes.

Stuffing your phone back in your purse, you mumbled under your breath before starting your car.

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Once you reached home, you headed directly to your bedroom. Your purse, coat and outfit was thrown into heaps on the floor. That throbbing wet pussy of yours was screaming at you to touch it. Your clit was stiff and quite sensitive.

Both of your breasts billowed from the top of your bra when you pulled it down. Your nipples were already hard like pebbles.

Having a long phone sex session was the thing you needed after a long, hot day at work. The humidity made the ambiance easier to feel.

You grabbed your cell phone and called Toshi.

Toshi's deep voice could be heard on the other line when he answered "Hey Baby. Are you home?"

You giggled into the phone, "Yeah, I'm home now." The bed felt so warm and inviting when you crawled on top of it.

"You know, you really shouldn't distract me on the job. I could hardly concentrate." You were in the constant state of arousal during the remaining hours of your shift.

As soon as Toshi heard your voice, his cock felt an immediate rush of excitement. It was evident by the amount of precum oozing from his tip.

"Are you alone right now?" Toshi asked you.

You sighed in bliss, flicking your stiff clit in between your fingers. "Yes. I am."

"Good." He groaned and pumped his wet and slippery cock in his huge palm. "Take those panties off and get comfortable."

You already slid your panties down before he even asked you to do so. You knew what was about to happen.

Finally, your pussy was free and open for pleasure. You were still dripping after all this time. You knew what you needed and he knew too. You would help him get there too.

Toshi chuckled quietly, "I miss you so fucking much."

"I miss fucking you." You giggled at your own sly rearrangement of his words.

"Cute." He quietly snorted under his breath. "What do you miss about fucking me?"

"I miss the way your muscles flex…"

"I miss how huge your cock is when I suck it.”

"Your thick cock in my pussy.”

"The way you would gasp and grunt my name when you stroke yourself into my tight little pussy." You rubbed slow circles around your clit, feeling your lips leaking out your secretions slowly.

One time, the hulking blond man rapidly and mercilessly drilled your pussy on top of the kitchen table, shooting his load inside your womb. Then, bent you over to drill you from behind and splash his seed all over your bare ass cheeks. You had his cum trickling down your cheeks and it joined the oozing passage that was your pussy. He basically used your body to jerk himself off and it turned you on to be dominated and used in such a way.

Good times.

You had the urge to fuck yourself with one of your silicone dildos. You reached into your draws to retrieve a very precious device of yours. "There you are." You giggled as your eyes were greeted by the visual of your crimson silicon dildo. It was about seven inches with a ribbed texture so your walls can feel stimulated every time you fucked your pussy with it.

It was Toshi's turn to share his filthy thoughts to you. "I miss the way you sound. The way you smell. The way you taste. I want to lick you and taste your sweet nectar on my tongue."

The way he used his tongue to pleasure your pussy made you fall apart each and every time.

"I love sucking on your pretty clit. I want you to squirt in my mouth. Your pussy is heaven to me."

Toshinori was the only man who knew how to satisfy you in many ways. You used him as a vessel to unleash every dirty, nasty and outrageous fantasy that you have stored in your mind, time and time again. He wanted to spoil his favorite girl absolutely rotten. He may be the symbol of chaos and destruction but, when it came to you, he had a very soft spot for you.

"I'm about to use my dildo." You told him through groans.

"Which one do you have?" He familiarized himself with your assortment of toys during the time that he spent with you. There were some replacements that were made along the way.

"The red one." You coyly answered him. The red one was a sleek yet durable one that had three settings of intensity with its built in vibrations. The highest setting made you squirt within a matter of seconds. You took one of your towels and placed it beneath where you lay just in case things got a bit wet and wild.

"My favorite." Toshi purred.

"But, nothing could replace you." It was true. Nothing could compare to what the blond villain had to offer you, which was why you kept him on the hook for so long.

Your walls expanded as if it was awaiting the arrival of something huge to glide in. "I'm so open for you. I'm ready…" You gulped. "For your huge cock to go inside of me."

Incoming.

"Oh fuck." Air hitched into your lungs as you twirled the tip of your dildo around your pussy opening. Your nether lips parted once the tip made contact there, sawing up and down. Then, you teased your clit by tapping the tip of the dildo onto it. This was how he loved to tease you. You tried to replicate his actions upon yourself, wishing he was here with you. "I want to fuck myself right now. May I? Please? I can't wait. I'm ready for your big cock."

Toshi gave you permission to proceed. "Go ahead and glide it into that eager pussy if you wish." His thumb swirled around his tip, listening closely.

"Mmmmm…Thank you."

He barely got the last word out and you had the toy pushed into you, the entire thing.

-Schlip-

"Do you hear that?" You picked up the phone and placed it a couple of centimeters from your warmth.

"That's what I love to hear.” Toshi responded and licked his hand before jerking his dick. "It sounds so good going inside of you." Toshi’s hand pumped up his shaft. A couple of drops of pre-cum dribbled down slowly.

"Do you have your legs spread wide for me, sweetheart?"

"Of course I do. My legs are always open for you."

"Are you fucking yourself for me? I can hear you loud and clear on the other end. Hold the phone to your pussy so I can hear how wet you are.” Toshi ordered you.

You placed your phone near your pussy with one hand while thrusting your dildo with the other. You made sure the microphone/speaker could pick up on those lewd sounds that came out of you. The sounds were so sticky and sloppy, just the way he liked it.

"Delicious. You're such a good girl. How long have you been wet for."

"I wish you could see how wet I am."

The slow intrusion jolted the right nerves, just in time to make you drip a bit more. "Damn, baby! I feel so good right now…"

"Oh my." You took a good look at yourself. It looked so tasty and ready to be caressed and teased. He could only imagine.

Toshi's palm was completely soaked with the clear fluids of his pre-cum. "I wish that you could sit on my face so I can taste your sweet honey." He gave his huge sac a firm tug before returning to his shaft. His balls were so fucking full.

Your body jolted by the memories of him using his skillful tongue to make you see stars.

"Your pussy is amazing. I really want to lick your sweet pussy right now. Sit your pretty self on my face and let me make you scream with my tongue."

“I always love how you would work your tongue on me. I can feel you right now. I'm rubbing my toy in between my folds. My pussy is open and waiting for you. Make me want it. Make me beg for it. Don't let me have you too soon. I want you to tease me.” You cranked the notch up on your device, feeling the intensity jolting your clit.

"Oh shit." You plunged the toy deep in once more. "Oh fuck." Your pussy loved the sensations that the toy offered. "This hits my fucking spot every time."

"Work that dildo in your pussy like the good little slut you are." So much of Toshi's pre-cum dripped onto his floor. He was so wet.

He had your undivided attention and you would not stop until your man was growling and cursing in total ecstasy. The hulking blond can be such a screamer whenever he fucks and cums. You felt so proud that you had the ability to make him yell during sex.

You cupped a handful of one of your breasts. Your nipples were still hard. "Why are you doing this to me? Why are you trying to make me addicted to you all over again?" Those plump, soft lips of yours gave that nipple a soft suck. Then, it was given a long lick that was so tender and loving. Sucking your own tits always turns you on. He absolutely loved watching you play with your soft breasts.

“I would love to feel your large hands squeezing my tits.”

"I bet you look so good doing it. I love sucking on your breasts. Are those nipples hard?"

"Yes. They are. I need to suck your dick, baby. I need to suck it now."

There was nothing you would rather do than to have his veiny, throbbing cock in your mouth. Knelt in between his legs, bobbing your head back and forth, taste buds eager for his cum to jet into your mouth and down your throat. You would suck his dick anywhere and anytime he wanted. You could feel the velvety texture of his huge engorged sac dancing between your lips and tongue.

"You have no idea how much I want to suck you off right now. Splash all of that milk on my tongue."

"I can feel your soft lips around my dick right now. Can you stroke it for me and lick me up and down? Let me massage those walls with my cock. Just imagine the sensations of it stroking in and out.” His sharp canine teeth were bared when he hissed out. His body felt like it was heating up with all of the pleasure that radiated all over him. He kept reminding himself not to cum too soon. It proved to be impossible with the sounds you made and the words you said to him.

Your pussy could use a very good massage. For fifteen minutes. Half hour. Maybe two hours.

“I can just imagine you pounding my pussy with your big cock while I am underneath…On my knees…On Top of you…On the side of you. Fuck."

Your aching cunny was a creamy mess.

"I want to feel you in me. Can you slap my ass and pull my hair while you're pounding me from behind?"

"Anything for you, Doll.”

You stopped and placed your red dildo to the side only to replace it with a blue one with a smooth and sleek finish. "I want you to guess what I am doing now."

"What? Tell me, (name)."

"I'm going to ride the cock that you gave me for my birthday." You sat on your knees, spreading them apart slightly.

It was lovely and would go along well with the rest of your prized collection.

You aligned the tip with your opening before you sank onto it. It felt just as good as the first time you slid it inside of you. The instant the package was delivered to you, you were eager to try it out. The very moment you turned on the switch, it was game over for you.

It made you squirt a good few inches across the room. It almost hit your mirror. You swore, Toshi knew just the right size and speed to get you off in no time. You knew you had to show your own special way of appreciation for him.

You ceased the conversation for a moment to adjust yourself to a new position. You were about to ride your dildo as if you were riding your blond hunk of a lover. Then, you held your pretty toy vertically. "Are you still with me?"

"You know I am, baby." He licked his lips.

"Good. Because, I am going to ride you so hard." Your voice shook, feeling the dildo enter you.

He slapped his huge dick against his sculptured abdomen. “Be a good girl and fuck my cock.”

A tremble shook your body from the slow insertion of the tip. Everything felt more intense whenever you were on top riding a dick. You knew what was about to happen and you were more eager to continue. "Mmmmmm…so good…"

In it went but, not without a wet sound. You wanted to bounce so hard on that damn thing but you worried you might break the bed if you were to get too carried away. It took all of your willpower and discipline to take things slow. You did not know why you were in such a rush to get to climax. Maybe, it was because you haven't heard from Toshi for a while and you wanted to take this chance to get off with him. Even if it only meant hearing his voice over the phone.

You bounced your ass rapidly to get the sensation that he was drilling into you. “I’m going to ride you so hard, the bed would break.”

"Oooo. Shit. Keep talking." He roughly yanked on his dick, feeling his balls tighten.

You grabbed the bars of the headboard and bounced your hips faster. "You shouldn't send me such pictures while I'm at work. You could have gotten me in big trouble all because of your perverted ass." You scorned Toshinori with such playful sarcasm in your tone.

"I really had the urge to fuck myself in my cubicle. I almost came in the restroom but I was interrupted."

"Mmm~ You should have kept going, probably give her a show." His voice was deep with lust.

You needed more time and the proper space to touch your pussy in peace.

"Would you fuck yourself on the job if you were horny enough? How brave would you have to feel for you to do that?" He asked, rubbing his belly. The pre-cum dripped onto his stomach.

"Mmm~ I thought about it from time to time. I would have to feel pretty damn brave to do that. I mean, there are some cute guys and ladies at the office and I would love to give them a show. Perhaps, ride my toy cock like I'm riding it right now. I want you to arrive at my job. Let me bounce on your cock. You are going to have such a great time pleasing your cock with my hungry little fuck hole." You huffed, closing your eyes.

"Perhaps when I'm going balls deep in you, I will call your boss and your coworkers and have them listen to you get fucked."

You rolled your eyes. "Do you always have to go above and beyond with everything, huh?" You then giggled.

A small growl rumbled from deep within his chest. "Yes I do. I know which spots to touch.”

“Kiss…”

“Lick…”

“Suck…”

“Fuck…”

"Do you know whose pussy it is? It's mine. And you better not give it to anyone else. Otherwise, I'm going to have to punish you." He bit his bottom lip, feeling his whole body tense. The tip of his cock was so red.

"Do you love the way my pussy feels? Do you love the way I taste? Is it better than every dessert you've ever had?"

"You'll always be my favorite dessert. I can't wait to have a chance to taste you again."

"Well, you just keep saying all of the right things and I'm sure that you will."

"You know, I could be the one who can fuck you in the ass. I'll be the top and you'll be the bottom. You're allowed to select the size of my strap-on if you wish."

Toshi licked his lips at the thought of you dominating and pegging him. "You will look so fucking sexy if you do."

"Oh? Is that so? So, the big and bad All Smite has a secret craving for a huge dick?" You playfully tutted.

"Why does it have to be a secret? I enjoy dick from time to time." No one had a problem with it and if they did, they would not dare say it to his face. Not unless they enjoyed getting their spinal cord crushed like a blood and tissue slathered accordion.

Your imagination conjured up a scenario of your smaller body on top of his larger form, just thrusting your hips, charging that dildo in and out of his tight ass. Nice and tight, just the way you like it.

"I know your balls are so full."

"You're damn right they are. I haven't had a good cum in a long while."

"You know, you could have watched some porn if you were that eager to get yourself off."

"I know, but I'd rather have you in my bed instead. Even if I only get to hear your voice. You make me cum the hardest." He let out a long, deep exhale. The veins around his dick pulsated.

By this time, your nectar was trickling down your thighs. "Damn. I'm just flowing everywhere. This is what you do to me."

"Just move with me." His sultry groans came in sync with your moans. For the next five minutes, there was no talking, only sounds of raw passion towards each other.

"I hope your pussy is ready for what's about to come."

You were more than ready. You were ready since you initiated the phone call a half hour ago.

"It would really be a sight to see if you can cum all over your stomach."

Toshi slapped his cock onto his belly again. The tip was raging to shoot out semen all over it.

He gulped in a thick wad of air; the pleasurable little jolts had his cock throbbing. He was so damn close that he could just taste it.

"Mmm…I'm going to cum soon. So soon…" There was white hot heat swirling around your tummy. The inner muscles of your pussy grew tighter. Your toy was completely covered in cream.

"Let me cum with you, (name). You're ready to take my thick cum?" Toshi could feel his climax coming forth. From the looks of things, he was going to expel a lot of it. “I know you cannot wait until that moment where your cunt begins to tense. I know it drives you wild whenever you feel my cum fill you up inside.”

You tossed the toy aside and rolled onto your back. "Baby. I'm going to…" You gulped. Your entire body shook. "Can I cum now? Please?" Your index, middle and ring finger made their slippery entrance inside of you, sawing in and out. Your slick clung onto your digits. The buildup was absolutely mouth watering.

Both of your moans of passion entangled together with one another, becoming louder with each second that passed.

"I need it out! Where do you want me to put it? Tell me." Toshinori could not take it anymore. He was about to blow his load all over the place.

"In my pussy. Fill it up. I want to suck the rest out with my mouth. Please, cum for me. I want to hear you and your deep voice.” You whimpered and slapped your clit. Your walls and muscles tensed more.

"I have so much cum that I have saved for you, sweetheart."

"Cum all over me. Paint it white. Paint inside of me. Spray it. Fuck…" The sensation intensified once your fingers increased the pace.

“Clamp down on me when you cum. I can feel you tighten.” To simulate the feeling of your body cumming around him, his grip around his cock firmly applied more pressure with it. Toshi did all he could do to prevent himself from screaming into the air. He bit his tongue to stifle his sounds of passion and hunger. His Adams apple bobbed up and down each large lump he swallowed. The temperature arose on his skin. It felt close to feverish. He knew that his moment of climax was going to be an intense one. The one that will shake him to the core.

"Oh…YES! YES! YES! YES! FILL ME! FILL ME! FILL ME! FILL ME! Yes! Mmm!" The consistency of your slick became a bit thicker, turning opaque, almost white. "Right there." You were flat on your back, thighs parted in a spread eagle position.

"I am—OH FUCK!!! I'M GONNA CUM!!!" The orgasm was so good that he did not even need his hands. His cock knew what it should do and he let it take control in the process of ejaculation. It shot a couple of squirts of pre-cum, and then it bobbed up and down, gearing itself for its creamy finish. "Oh baby, here I cum!" He allowed his other senses to take over as his huge cock jetted out five long strands of semen. Each release made an audible splatter on the floor.

The tension made the scar on the left side of his abdomen throb in a dull pain.

"Listen to what you made me do. Listen well." He grunted.

Hearing him cum just set you off into your own orgasm.

"Oh my God. That sounds so fucking good!" You parted your thighs wider and allowed your raw pleasure to take possession of your body in every way possible.

"I wish all of that was inside of me." The whore in you was fully awakened. You proudly embraced it as your pussy began to contact and gush out a flow of milky goodness.

You tried to synchronize your orgasm with his but failed. It wasn't a big deal. Maybe, next time.

You tried so hard but something snapped into you. Those few last strokes delivered to your clit felt electrifying.

Your inner muscles clamped around your fingers in a rapid tempo, signaling the most intense climax that you have ever had. All ten of your toes curled inward.

Fuck, you made such a mess.

Thank goodness you were smart enough to place a towel underneath you.

Toshi's heartbeat slowed down from the high he went through. "Are you still with me?" He panted, catching his breath. He stifled an on coming coughing fit.

"Yes." You wiped yourself with the towel, cleaning yourself off.

"That was really good. I miss you so fucking much. I have to see you again soon. I mean real soon."

"I have the next week off if that works for you."

"Sounds like a plan."

"I will leave the key underneath the doormat next to the mailbox. I want you to surprise me by taking me from behind. That would be so sexy if you do."

"Oh shit, baby. I'm getting so many ideas right now. Just prepare yourself."

"Oh, trust me. I will." You gave him a couple of air kisses over the phone before you hung up.

This was a hell of a night indeed.

》 Fin 《

Notes: Well, that concludes this one shot. I hope everyone enjoyed the spicy meal. I tried to make the smut spine tingling and mouth watering as I possibly could.

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Fics That Start With C (4) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three

“can you keep it on, actually?” (ao3) - cloej88

Summary: Dan’s stressed. Phil wants to help.

The one where Dan gets off on a puppy-shaped handpuppet so it’s a little ridiculous but also isn’t at all.

cat bells (ao3) - N_Chu4Ever

Summary: The catboy photoshoot, except it all goes weirdly wrong because Phil accidentally bought Dan a magic cat costume off the internet. Oops.

cat calendar (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: Dan and Phil take a break during their cat calendar photoshoot.

cat distribution system (ao3) - omgitshelena

Summary: "I want the cat distribution system to choose me!" - Phil, 2024

cat got your tongue? (ao3) - megiaolf

Summary: A near wholesome cat cafe au.

Catch You on the Flipside (ao3) - Amorist (dead_on_the_inside)

Summary: Dan is holding himself together by the seams after running away from a religious cult. He has to ask himself why he keeps going, but deep down, he knows the answer already. It's the same answer it was long before his parents packed up and moved him to a thinly-veiled conversion camp in America—Phil.

Or, my excuse to write self-indulgent angst, because sometimes we need that.

checking in (ao3) - pensieveity

Summary: phil is out of surgery and dan brings him his long ass list! also phil is out of it the whole time <3

Chosen Family (ao3) - Mysticallykai

Summary: After Dan comes out at fifteen, his parents don't pay him any mind. At sixteen, when he goes to his first pride, he meets Kath Lester. She becomes like a mother to him, and when his boyfriend hurts him, he goes to her for help. He wasn't aware that he would finally meet her youngest son, nor that Phil would be someone so special to him.

Christmas at the Lester's (ao3) - trashcanfromgallifrey

Summary: A quite fluffy fic that also goes into themes of finding safety in Phil’s family when they were closeted.

Christmas Catharsis (ao3) - philsmeatylegss

Summary: Dan runs into his ex (bully) while buying milk.

City Lights (ao3) - Scuddleduck

Summary: Steamy hotel sex that turns into something sincere and emotional, because of course it does.

clouds parting (ao3) - cityofphanchester

Summary: Phil’s never been good at thinking things over while in motion, not the way that Dan is. But the first pieces of the decision happen then, making his way down rain-soaked pavements, everything a steely, soggy gray.

(secret holiday, autumn ‘21)

Coffee by Chappell Roan (ao3) - danswideslit

Summary: someone on tumblr mentioned needing a dnp fic with the narrative from coffee and I felt inspired because I love that song a whole lot

Come along (ao3) - ottertrashpalace

Summary: In medieval England, a young knight rides north, sent to serve at the court of the quiet young Duke of Lancaster.

Come Clean (ao3) - castrotophic

Summary: Dan thinks Phil might be in love with him, but he's not quite sure how to figure it out.

Come Over (ao3) - Mysticallykai

Summary: Dan and Phil's relationship is beginning to bloom, but Dan is terrified to let Phil into his home so he keeps pushing him away. He however, slowly learns that Phil is someone who will make his house a home.

come runnin' to you in the violet hour (ao3) - jonsaremembers

Summary: Phil endures his six month sentence earthside.

Comfort in Chaos (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: Phil wakes to Dan having a nightmare that he struggles to rouse him from. It later transpires that there is a reason behind his unsettled and panicked behaviour.

Conversations With The Younger Self (ao3) - danrifics

Summary: Dan Howell (33) has a conversation with Dan Howell (21) about the future.

Continents Apartment (ao3) - floweretfairies

Summary: Dan’s stroking his cock, reaching for his phone. He needed his man, but they were continents apart.

cornetto and a hot chocolate (ao3) - blossomsphan

Summary: a cute little stolen moment shared on a tour break 💙

cowboy hat canoodling (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: Usually they’re of a height, somewhat because Dan has that tendency to slouch. But today Dan is in boots and the cowboy hat, both making him taller than usual.

Craving Connection (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: Dan is struggling with his mental health as he prepares for the re-release of his book meaning he has become withdrawn leading to Phil being touch-starved.

[october-faye]

The penultimate episode of Partner Track. The show has barely taken off, and now it has to stick its landing.

Ingrid drops by Nick's place to return the engagement ring. She looks like she's dreading the conversation. Not to rub it in (but also to totally rub it in), I'd like to ask her if this confrontation is easier than simply breaking up with him weeks ago?

She explains to Nick that she and Jeff have a history.

Girl!

👏 You 👏 slept 👏 with 👏 him 👏 once 👏 six years ago, never learned his name, and never saw him again. That's not history. That's barely a footnote. Look, I just summed up the entirety of it in one sentence.

Nick calls Jeff dark and tortured (LOL) and tells Ingrid to ask herself why she always chases the storm (LOL).

Jeff is not 'the storm'; he's that drizzly piss weather we get in London. Or maybe he means Ingrid's love life in general? Still not seeing it.

Nick tells her he'll have her stuff shipped over to her.

In case this is your last scene, Nick... uh... sorry. You did not deserve this shit. But also, you and Ingrid dated for a matter of months, and you can do better than a woman who's only sort of into you.

Opening credits.

Ingrid is at her apartment, microwaving a meal and looking sad. She must be missing Nick's cooking. But she forgets about all that when the doorman rings and asks if Jeff can come up. She says 'yes' and hurriedly tidies.

Jeff has bought dumplings (I suppose they were out of egg salad sandwiches?) but he sees Ingrid is already eating some. So I suppose he learned her preferred foods off-screen?

He tells Ingrid that he's cooled things off with Victoria, and she tells him that it's 100% over with Nick. They kiss.

The two actors are excellent screen kissers, by the way. It's an easy thing to forget about until you see actors who can only smash their mouths together in a way that just looks like assault.

Jeff and Ingrid agree to keep their relationship a secret in the office. Jeff reminds her that she jumped him in that same office. They giggle some more.

Cut to a montage where they walk past each other at work, eye-fucking so intensely that I'm surprised Ingrid doesn't get pregnant on the spot. Now I'm imagining the beautiful but insufferable and stupid baby they could make.

Seriously, everyone in the office has eyes. They'll see you two touching hands in the corridor as you pass each other. Do you think you're the first ones in the firm to have an affair? I shudder to imagine what a black light would reveal in your offices.

In the overly long montage, they hang around Ingrid's apartment while she dances sexily for him and strips before they have sex. They also make out in an elevator. These two only wish they were Meredith and Derek from Grey's Anatomy.

I'm making fun of them, but I do buy that they're having a lot of fun. It's a shame there weren't enough episodes in this season to let their early love affair play out more slowly so we could see what they're like as a couple when it's not all steamy looks and slow motion fucking.

The montage (finally) ends, and they're in bed. The dialogue tells us it's been a week and that Ingrid is going to a deal closing ceremony. Ingrid tells him there are three slots for Partner at the firm, and she thinks it'll be her, him and Dan who get it.

Jeff agrees and hands her a gift - it's a pretty diamond necklace with a rose pendant, (which is a callback to Rosecliff, where they met). Ingrid is touched, but she's still sad that she hasn't patched things up with Rachel and Tyler. Jeff tells her to give them time and keep moving forward.

They talk about ambition and Jeff tells Ingrid she lives for the gold star. She asks Jeff about his parents' expectations. Jeff tells her that he was the parent. He cooked and took care of his little sisters. His mother was mentally unwell (it's implied she was an addict due to their circumstances and the abuse from his father) and she set fire to a picture of the two of them because she said it had demons in it.

I like getting some backstory for Jeff, but again it's all tell and no show. They could've given him any other backstory, and it wouldn't matter because it isn't reflected enough in his behaviour. In fact, I half-suspect he might be lying about everything. I just don't know.

It's not the actor's fault. The writers waited too long to give us anything to care about with Jeff. But even this just feels like a set-up for the inevitable implosion of their relationship by the finale.

I do like these two as a couple, sort of. Which surprises me, because I wanted to murder Jeff in episodes 1 through 4, and intermittently thereafter.

If this had been better written, we could've had a solid enemies to lovers story. I've found it easier to find gifs on Tumblr for Paralegal Justin and Rachel's love story than for either of Ingrid's love interests. The side pairing was getting more fandom attention than the love triangle the show based a chunk of its marketing on. Whoops.

[plague-of-insomnia]

Six-Sentence Sunday: Synchronize, Ch 3

Here’s another snippet from the upcoming 3rd chapter of my newest fic, Synchronize. I had hoped to have something steamy but I haven’t had a chance to work on that part yet. So enjoy this sample of Sebastian and Claude’s brotherly reunion:

Sebastian had to force himself to breathe. In. Out. In. Out. Ignore the pain. The dizziness. How bad he wanted to close his eyes and sleep and not be himself for a little while. “Go back to Charles, oniisan.” Though Sebastian’s word was polite enough, the mocking tone he used implied how he really felt: Claude had stopped being his brother a long time ago. And by “stealing” Sebastian’s fiancé? That was the final gauntlet.

But his brother took a step closer, Cheshire Cat smile firmly in place. “Oh? But I just got here.”

Sebastian shivered, and yet his face felt so hot, his head swam. He wanted Claude gone. He didn’t want to remember everything he’d lost. He wanted to hold onto that brief moment of happiness and hope Agni had brought to his day. All of which Claude had crushed underfoot.

Claude adjusted his glasses, enjoying himself. They were fraternal, but still looked so much alike, the main difference their eye colors and sight. Claude had always resented Sebastian’s perfect vision.

“He loves me more than he ever loved you.”

“Charles only loves himself. He’d marry a mirror if the state allowed,” Sebastian spat without thinking. Once the words were out, he realized he’d always known that. But he’d cared deeply for Charles, so much he convinced himself that eventually their love would become equally strong. Once they were married, Sebastian had deluded himself they’d lived happily ever after.

He could hardly believe he’d been so naive. And yet the giant, gaping wound in his heart Charles had carved out had never properly healed. And now today, this fucking week of all weeks, here was the last person on earth Sebastian wanted to see, poking poking poking to see if he could make him bleed.

And it was working.

Reblogs are always appreciated :)

Read the first two chapters of Synchronize on AO3!

I hope to have the next chapter up soon.

Fic Summary: Agni, a home-care nurse, has had his share of difficult patients, but now he's up for his biggest challenge yet. Sebastian is young, seriously ill, and angry, but Agni is determined to help him anyway. Will the two be able to synchronize and move forward, or will Sebastian forever let his bitterness over his past trauma hold him back?

[authorellenmint]

Six Sentence Sunday — Birthday Frosting

Every Sunday I share Six Sentences from one of my books or current WIP It’s my birthday! What better way to celebrate than with a free, steamy story? “What…?” Antony whispered in my ear. Lapping my short lobe into his mouth, he grazed the edge of his teeth against it before finishing, “does the birthday girl want?”His hands fell away, my shirt yanked from its tuck, my neck red hot from his love…

[cocktailsfairytales]

🌲SALE ALERT 🌲

Lake Mistletoe by Amber Kelly is on sale! Grab yours for #99cents!

Download here:

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Link in bio @authoramberkelly

Blurb:

Life in the fast lane is what I’ve been working toward for the last six years. My career was all planned out running one of the hottest hotels in Miami’s South Beach. That was until our playboy owner broke a few rules, and my perfect opportunity crumbled underneath my feet.

So here I am, headed to Lake Mistletoe, a quaint little valley town in Idaho of all places. My grandmother, and namesake, left her Inn to me, and I am now sentenced to the task of getting it prepared to sell at the end of this year's holiday season. My memories of this Christmas oasis have long since faded, but I’m determined to use this experience to further my career and get back into the hospitality game.

When Keller Harris, Lake Mistletoe’s resident craftsman, and unofficial handyman, offers to help me with the neverending list of repairs and upgrades, it's the perfect opportunity for me to get hands-on experience. He’s talented, driven, and sexy as sin, but he's also a know-it-all and completely unimpressed by my business sense. I can learn a lot from him but his stubborn self can also learn a lot from me.

As walls start to fall, literally and figuratively, I begin to realize that success comes in many forms and passion can be found in unexpected places. Will I be able to turn this season into a stepping stone to an exciting new career in Belize?

Or will I discover that everything I ever wanted was tucked away in the Rocky Mountains?

Find more books by Amber Kelly here: www.authoramberkelly.com

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[joyffree]

🌲SALE ALERT 🌲

Lake Mistletoe by Amber Kelly is on sale! Grab yours for #99cents!

Download here: 

Link in bio @authoramberkelly

Blurb:

Life in the fast lane is what I’ve been working toward for the last six years. My career was all planned out running one of the hottest hotels in Miami’s South Beach. That was until our playboy owner broke a few rules, and my perfect opportunity crumbled underneath my feet. So here I am, headed to Lake Mistletoe, a quaint little valley town in Idaho of all places. My grandmother, and namesake, left her Inn to me, and I am now sentenced to the task of getting it prepared to sell at the end of this year's holiday season. My memories of this Christmas oasis have long since faded, but I’m determined to use this experience to further my career and get back into the hospitality game. When Keller Harris, Lake Mistletoe’s resident craftsman, and unofficial handyman, offers to help me with the neverending list of repairs and upgrades, it's the perfect opportunity for me to get hands-on experience. He’s talented, driven, and sexy as sin, but he's also a know-it-all and completely unimpressed by my business sense. I can learn a lot from him but his stubborn self can also learn a lot from me. As walls start to fall, literally and figuratively, I begin to realize that success comes in many forms and passion can be found in unexpected places. Will I be able to turn this season into a stepping stone to an exciting new career in Belize? Or will I discover that everything I ever wanted was tucked away in the Rocky Mountains?

Find more books by Amber Kelly here: www.authoramberkelly.com

[allthingsdarkanddirty]

Oblivious by Leslie McAdam is available now!

FREE with Kindle Unlimited

My hot best friend has no idea what he’s doing to me. He sends me naughty texts at the most inappropriate times. He lets me fall asleep on top of him when we watch movies. And his protective side comes out if I dance too close to anyone at our favorite club. Correct me if I’m wrong, but those are things a boyfriend does. Except August isn’t my boyfriend, he’s my bestfriend, and those lines are drawn in permanent marker. The one time we tried to cross the boundary between friends and lovers, it failed so spectacularly that we never did it again. So … “friends” is good enough. That’s what I tell myself. Because at least I have him in my life. Without him, I’d be lost. But after we’re dared to kiss, and that kiss reshapes reality, we agree to be friends who do things with each other. Nakey things. That makes my life so much better. And so much worse. After all, August doesn’t want to settle down, and he never wants to get married. While I do. Most importantly, no matter how our relationship changes, he can’t find out I’m desperately in love with him. Oblivious is a sweet and steamy contemporary m/m romance about best friends who don’t know they’re already dating. Noah and August are always touching, finish each other’s sentences, and bristle whenever the other gets within six feet of a date, but they can’t see what’s crystal clear to everyone else. Oblivious features badly timed schmexy texts, a hot kiss that rocks two men’s universes, and (unofficially, but likely) the highest number of heartfelt marriage proposals in a romance novel ever.

About the Author:

Leslie McAdam is a California girl who loves romance and well-defined abs. She lives in a drafty old farmhouse on a small orange tree farm in Southern California with her husband and two small children. Leslie's first published book, The Sun and the Moon, won a 2015 Watty, which is the world's largest online writing competition. She's gone on to receive additional literary awards and has been featured in multiple publications, including Cosmopolitan.com. Her books have been Top 100 Bestsellers on both Amazon and Apple Books. Leslie is employed by day but spends her nights writing about the men of your fantasies.

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/lesliemcadamauthor Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/LeslieMcAdam Website: http://www.lesliemcadamauthor.com/ Amazon: http://amzn.to/2qj9LL4 Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14542197.Leslie_McAdam Facebook Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/981750415193781/

[call-sign-shark]

Wow Mia, I’m not so much a Tommy girlie but I must say that this one made me feel quite hot 🤭🔥 I really liked the whole plot behind the story and some sentences are really incredible and beautifully written. For example I loved the “sometimes genuine, sometimes fake to flatter Tommy’s ego” scene and the whole moment he wants her to moan his name.

What I particularly appreciated in this text is the clever ending. After six months one could expect ah had start to have feelings for Thomas — as might be the case for him — but AMEN you took the incredible decision to make reader clean her sheets, spray perfume and move on. This rendered the whole work even more brilliant.

Good job !!! 😬 definitely steamy and original!

good girl

pairing: tommy shelby x reader

warnings: mild swearing, sex, possessive/controlling tommy

summary: tommy helps you to pay back a debt. in exchange, you belong to him for six months

The kitchen window gleamed with his headlights. Instantly, you dropped the plate into the soapy water and waited until a sharp knock echoed. It wasn’t wise to keep a busy man like Tommy waiting. But you could not breathe life into your body to walk the seven paces to the door. Another knock echoed, followed by Tommy’s stern voice to let him in. You wiped the excess water from your hands as his eyes scanned the room, heavy footsteps peering into the bedroom for good measure, turning to face you.

“Would you like some whiskey?”. You asked, offering a small smile. More so as an apology for taking too long.

“No. I would like for us to fuck”. He replied, his fingers gliding over your jaw, lips following the same path until Tommy captured your mouth. “So be good for me and go get undressed”.

You nodded, making your way to the bedroom, feeling Tommy’s eyes watch every step, every sway of your hips. Two minutes later he stood at the threshold, leaning against the frame. A cigarette between his pink lips, eyes darkening with a lion’s hungry and his mouth salivating with the promise of a sweet meal.

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[southwindscoffee]

Oblivious ... and where it fits in my universe of books

I often think of my novels as an exploration of an idea that I can’t tell any other way. I need the space of characters to be able to say what I want to say. So it’s usually hard for me to sum up my stories in a few sentences, unless I’m just letting people know the tropes.

But I got to thinking that all of my M/M books are (unintentionally) systematically exploring very definite themes.

Undone: What is sexuality?

Unmanageable: What is romance?

Ambiguous: What are labels?

Studious: What is virginity?

And Oblivious, the new one: What is friendship?

The one after Oblivious is called Curious. What is marriage?

But, more formally, here’s what Oblivious is about. It’s up for Preorder, and here’s my new cover, which is again designed by Garrett Leigh, with a Cory Stierley photo of Mikey T.

Oblivious Blurb:

My hot best friend has no idea what he’s doing to me.

 He sends me naughty texts at the most inappropriate times. He lets me fall asleep on top of him when we watch movies. And his protective side comes out if I dance too close to anyone at our favorite club.

 Correct me if I’m wrong, but those are things a boyfriend does. Except August isn’t my boyfriend, he’s my best friend, and those lines are drawn in permanent marker. The one time we tried to cross the boundary between friends and lovers, it failed so spectacularly that we never did it again. So … “friends” is good enough. That’s what I tell myself. Because at least I have him in my life. Without him, I’d be lost.

 But after we’re dared to kiss, and that kiss reshapes reality, we agree to be friends who do things with each other. Nakey things.

 That makes my life so much better. And so much worse. After all, August doesn’t want to settle down, and he never wants to get married. While I do.

 Most importantly, no matter how our relationship changes, he can’t find out I’m desperately in love with him.

 Oblivious is a sweet and steamy contemporary m/m romance about best friends who don’t know they’re already dating. Noah and August are always touching, finish each other’s sentences, and bristle whenever the other gets within six feet of a date, but they can’t see what’s crystal clear to everyone else. Oblivious features badly timed sexy texts, a hot kiss that rocks two men’s universes, and (unofficially, but likely) the highest number of heartfelt marriage proposals in a romance novel ever.

Preorder here! (Ignore the September date on the preorder. It will be here much sooner.)

And a PS: Where Oblivious fits in the IOU series is … it’s the yellow one (obviously). But you may not know that the covers are in rainbow order, so Curious will be green. You can see the line up below…