#someone tip so I can make some cheeky content

[somepotatoes]

[ladyymiisa]

UP SO LATE?

summary: a late night visit from your sweet boyfriend!

tags: hawks x fem!reader, fluff, a bit of spice but it’s barely there like you have to squint to see it

author’s note: YEAAAHHH WE ARE SO BACK BABY i’ve had this idea for months now im so glad i could finally write it out it was eating me up 🤞 also on a scale of 1 to 10 how wiling would you guys be to read obey me fics 😋

it happens during the late hours of the night, when you're completely worn out from a long day of work, after you've showered, applied all of the lotions in your bathroom, and changed into your coziest pajamas. by the time you’re usually done, your eyes can barely stay open from how tired you are, and all you can think about is sleep.

just like clockwork, right as you settle into the most comfortable position in bed, you hear it: three knocks on your balcony door—one firm, two light. the all too familiar signal that announces his presence.

despite the tiredness weighing down your limbs and your body’s desperate plea to stay cocooned in the warmth of your blankets, the excitement of seeing him always overcomes your exhaustion. it drives you to get out of bed quickly, your feet carrying you eagerly to the balcony to let keigo inside.

a fact about keigo is that he never fails to arrive with some sort of gift for you. whether it’s a small flower he picked up on his way or a box of chocolates he knows you particularly enjoy, he always comes bearing something. perhaps it’s his way of compensating for the lateness of his visits.

tonight is no different. without even glancing at the shopping bag he’s holding, you throw yourself at him, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck and burying your face in his shoulder.

the action causes keigo to let out a surprised sound, which quickly shifts into an amused chuckle. as he adjusts the bag with the help of two feathers, balancing it effortlessly so that the contents inside don’t get damaged, he embraces you back just as tightly. his warmth, mingled with the faint scent of his cologne and the crisp night air, envelops you entirely, making you acutely aware of just how much you had missed him during the day.

“looks like someone’s quite eager to see me,” keigo remarks teasingly, his voice partially muffled by your hair as he plants a gentle kiss to your head. “you almost knocked the daylights out of me, babe.”

instead of giving keigo a verbal response, you nuzzle further into his shoulder, concealing your burning cheeks from his view. he laughs again, which prompts you to grumble softly against his jacket.

“keep acting cheeky and you might end up sleeping on the balcony,” you warn keigo, drawing back from the embrace to face him directly. despite your words, your arms remain looped comfortably around his neck.

now that you can clearly see his face, you take notice of the faint blush reaching the tips of his ears. sly bastard, he has the audacity to tease you as if he were any better. fortunately for him, being the considerate girlfriend that you are, you decide to refrain from commenting on it.

unfortunately for you, keigo’s fluster is short-lived. he quickly becomes more daring as his hands, which were previously caressing the small of your back, move to rest on your hips. he gives them a gentle squeeze, drawing you closer to his body while his fingers trail lightly along your sides.

honey-shaded eyes gaze at you devilishly. your warning appears to have no effect on keigo; if anything, it seems to amuse him further.

he hums softly, a lazy grin playing on his lips. “oh, really? you’d actually deprive your poor, overworked boyfriend of your warm bed?” he leans in, voice dropping to a low murmur. “and your touch? your warmth?”

before you can even register it, his lips begin to trace a path of feather-light kisses from your cheek to your jaw, gradually moving towards your neck with slow, carefully practiced pecks. he’s clearly aware of the effect he has on your body, for the moment his teeth intentionally bite into that particular spot that has your mind short-circuiting, any retort you had prepared fades away. the way he works you up so easily is enough to erase any trace of tiredness from your body, replacing it with newfound excitement instead.

your arms tighten their hold around his neck. he feels the way your fingers entangle themselves into his hair, giving it a firm tug. the sensation causes him to emit a low, appreciative grunt against your skin. as keigo continues to kiss, lick and suck along your neck, you find yourself unable to suppress the soft moans that fall from your lips any longer. the moment his ears pick up on them, he promptly lifts you, his hands moving beneath your ass to support your weight.

without any complaints, you wrap your legs around his waist, allowing yourself to yield completely to his touch. at this point, there’s no use in trying to fight back. you’re in for a long, long night.

as keigo slides the balcony door open and carries you into the bedroom, he takes care that his feathers place the shopping bag carefully on your desk. seems like you won’t be needing the lingerie set inside it tonight. no matter, he’ll ensure that you find use for it next time.

[sxcret-garden]

ღ Ateez Mingi x fem-bodied!reader ღ words: ~1k ღ genre: smut (dom!Mingi, semi-public (they fuck backstage), oral (idol receiving), unprotected sex) ღ reader: has a vagina, no description of chest, no pronouns used to refer to reader ღ warnings: none ღ prompt: "Say my name."

Author's note: As you can probably tell, this was totally not inspired by Chella Mingi....

You're anxiously awaiting the end of the performance, watching each of their movements from backstage and having your eyes glued to one of the guys in particular. You don't know why you still get so nervous whenever they're on stage - by now you've been with them long enough to know they'll do well, and even more than that. They'll do amazing.

Today as well the crowd cheers loudly, and you can see exhausted but content smiles on their faces as they come off stage one by one. And then there's him. His shirt open, the writing on his chest still flawless despite the pearls of sweat dripping down his skin. And the expression on his face is different.

Mingi smirks at you when he approaches you, one corner of his mouth raised up higher than the other, and then he licks his lips, hungrily, the excess adrenaline from the performance still coursing through his veins - you can tell he needs an outlet, just like he always does. Wordlessly, you turn around and you walk towards one of the empty rooms backstage, closely followed by him, and the way he's breathing down your neck like a starving animal is only fuelling the excitement deep inside of you. The door is shut behind you, you don't know if he locked up but you sure didn't, and in the same moment he already has his lips attached to your neck, arms thrown around you and you can feel him digging his fingertips into your flesh. Your hand ends up placed on his stomach, you can feel it rising and sinking along with his still heavy breaths whenever his lips leave your nape for a second, and then suddenly he pulls away.

"I want you." He says it matter-of-factly, and yet his words burn like fire. You gulp. Mingi leans against the wall behind him, there's not much space in the room, merely a small table and some chairs, and with a look to the ground he signals to you where he wants you. You earn yourself a hum of approval as you drop down on your knees and you start by unbuckling his belt, soon having made way for his cock to spring free. "Suck me off," he orders, like he still has to tell you at this point, and as you peer up at his face and at the way he's devouring the sight in front of him, you get to work.

You know better than to tease him in this state, and yet you just can't help it. Swirling your tongue around his tip once, you withdraw, shoot him a cheeky glance, go back in for a few chaste licks that could not possibly be satisfying in any way.

"Hey," Mingi warns you, and the dark look in his eyes makes you shudder. You don't get to see him like this often, and it surprises you time and time again how much he affects you when he gets like this - demanding. With his large hand placed on top of your head as a warning, he doesn't need a single word to make you do what he wants you to. You take him into your mouth, and you start to slowly bob your head up and down, your hand at his base moving along with it. As always, it takes you a few repetitions to get used to his size, and he grants you that short amount of time, and soon enough you have him hitting the back of your mouth repeatedly as you suck him off, and everytime you gag a bit, a moan falls from his lips.

"Fuck," he curses loudly, seemingly not concerned about whether someone could hear you two from outside of the room. He throws his head back when a strained groan escapes him, and then suddenly, he pushes you away, making you almost tumble over and land on your ass. With urgency behind his actions, Mingi pulls you up to your feet, and when your eyes catch sight of the small table he's steering you towards, you unbutton your own pants. You bend over the tabletop, both your and his hands tearing at your clothes until your core is uncovered enough, and when his tip impatiently prods at your entrance, Mingi hisses another curse.

"Shit, you're that wet just from having my dick in your mouth?" You whine at his words and at the way he's teasing your folds, arching your back prettily in hopes he'd hurry up and fill up your aching cunt already. The rush of adrenaline sure took over you too, and when he pushes up inside you, you groan at the stretch. He holds still so you could adjust to him, but soon enough his patience runs out, and he grips onto your hips when he starts fucking into you at a relentless pace. Blood rushes to your head as the pain of his nails clawing at your flesh mixes with the pleasure of the way he hits that perfect spot inside of you over and over again, and already you know it's gonna take him a ridiculously short amount of time to have you falling apart under his touch.

"Say my name," Mingi growls behind you, and as your head starts to spin, you do as told.

"M-mingi..." you mewl. "Mingi, please... f-feels so good, Mingi..." You begin to stutter along with his hips, and you know he isn't going to last long anymore either.

"Fuck, babe, that's right..."

"M-mingi..." you hiccup, your voice higher with each time you repeat his name, while his only seems to be getting deeper.

"Fuck..." he growls, and as your high crashes down on you, making your legs shake while your walls contract around his thick cock, he's thrown over the edge too. The warm feeling of him releasing inside of you has you moaning his name once again, and then finally his movements cease, and he lets you catch your breath for a few seconds before helping you up.

"Shit, you're perfect," Mingi mumbles as he can't but pull you into a soothing embrace, his fingertips running down your body once - it's his way of checking that you're okay. 

"You too..." you answer, and it probably comes out slurred, as you have yet to fully recover from your high.

[arminsumi]

i’ve had this dumb idea in my head for weeks where you really wanna dye ur hair blonde so you ask gojo what toner he uses to get his hair so perfectly white & how many times a month he has to bleach his roots and he’s like 🤨 wtf do u mean? and then he shows you his eyes for the first time and you see his white eyelashes and ur like HUH?

if this request is dumb don’t worry abt writing it 😭

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒꒱

GOJO x gn.reader

A/N: I THOUGHT ABT THIS REQ ALL DAY and just gave in and wrote it at 1 am instead of sleeping lol😭❤️ tysm anon bb i love ur mind

Wc: >700

Content; cheesy-ish fluff

Warnings; some flirting, nickname sweetheart used, a little suggestive at the end

arminsumi's library

He was in his office, making it seem like he was dedicated to his hard work by shuffling around important-looking documents across his desk. He totally wasn't doing a crossword puzzle out of boredom. He totally wasn't ecstatic to see his favorite student stop by his office.

"Gojo!"

"Nuh-uh, address me properly, sweetheart."

You rolled your eyes, not realizing that he could see right through that silken black fabric wrapped around his head. But because you were his favorite, he let your cute little eyeroll slide.

"Gojo-sensei." you corrected.

"Mmm?" he hummed as if to ask: what is it?

"So, I wanna dye my hair — and before I do, I wanna talk to you about it."

Awww, that flattered him so much. His heart lurched. "Oh? What color?"

"Blond — maybe platinum."

He imagined it for a moment, then replied. "Blond would look good on you, but I like your hair as it is..."

"Yeah yeah!" you waved dismissively at his compliment, not registering it as such. "so, what toner should I use?"

"Uhhh — I don't know?"

"Well what toner do you use? Your hair always looks pristinely white, seems like you know how to maintain the color right. Does it cost a lot? And, can bleaching make my hair fall out? Oh, do you use special shampoos too? And, how often do you have to bleach your roots?"

Through this flood of confusing questions that you dumped on him all at once, his face just said... what are you on about lol

"I don't dye my hair..."

"What...?"

He let out a little chuckle.

"Come here. Lemme show you something."

You confusedly drew closer to where he sat with his one leg crossed over the other. The noon light illuminated the drifting dust behind him, backlighting his fluffy mess of hair.

"Closer, closer — don't be shy now." he encouraged with a playful sultriness.

This was definitely the closest you had been to him. Excepting that one time he engulfed you in a welcome-back hug at the airport.

"Lift my blindfold up." he commanded simply.

"What?" You blushed. You blushed WILDLY.

He chuckled as if he was a cheeky high school boy playing a prank.

"Just lift it up."

So you slowly — very slowly — slipped a timid finger under his blindfold, your skin feeling ignited as it glided across the soft, warm skin of his cheekbones.

Taking his blindfold off felt like... well, it's an inappropriate comparison, but it felt like you were undressing him. He could feel your energy flowing more turbulently — ahem, in other words, he could feel you getting more nervous because of this situation that he threw you into.

It was laughable how dramatically everything stopped when you peeled up his blindfold.

Blue. No, an infinite blue. You felt like you fell into his irises. Oh... and also, you noticed... white lashes and white brow hairs. Huh.

"Woah... woah that's..."

"All natural, baby." he grinned like a jackass.

It was hard to form a coherent thought because of those eyes.

"I see... so... 'guess I'll just go ask someone else about toner and stuff." you said laughingly.

"Mhm."

You had a question on the tip of your tongue. One obvious and stupid, but you surprisingly hadn't asked it before.

"Can you see through your blindfold...?"

"Obviously. You didn't know that?" He chuckled.

You felt your cheeks sear with blush. The heat reached your jawline and ears. That was so embarrassing for some reason.

"I'm so sorry about the eyerolls."

"I'll let it slide, 'cause you're my favorite student." he winked.

Whatever mush was left of your brain completely evaporated when he winked at you. Your teacher just giggled like a cheeky teenager and lowered his blindfold again.

When you were about to leave his office for the store before closing time, you stopped at the door and looked back at him.

"So... wait a minute..."

"Hm?" he hummed.

"If you can see through your blindfold... then can you see through my — never mind!"

You stopped mid sentence and scampered away like a mouse. Gojo just roared with a hearty laugh and lightly blushed. He never did answer that question.

[helloporcelain]

Apertado

Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3

Pairing: Gale/Astarion

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Tags: porn without plot, blowjob, frottage, docking, dom!astarion, sub!gale, fluff, established relationship

Summary:

“Where,” Astarion gasps like he’s dying, “did you learn to do this?”

“Wizard academy,” Gale answers, like it’s terribly obvious.

Read on AO3 if you prefer!

Being with Gale is — different.

It’s relatively new and bone-tender and sometimes, still, Astarion isn’t always sure what to expect. Sometimes, it’s warm and relaxed, like the gentle simmer of a teapot, and sometimes, it burns and boils and rushes through Astarion like the best kind of fever.

For once, though, he doesn’t mind rolling with the punches of it all, with the whims of his entirely-too-sincere lover.

They’re all at the Elfsong Tavern for a night of respite, laughing over dried herring and incredibly salty cheese-potato soup and goblets of spiced ale and elderflower wine. Astarion is pleasantly buzzed, content, listening intently as Wyll recalls a dramatic story from his monster-hunting days. Gale’s breath is sour-sweet and smells overwhelmingly like cranberries as he tilts his head at him with a curious, stupid smile.

“What?” Astarion asks him, returning a curious, stupid smile of his own.

“Ah – nothing,” Gale stifles a hiccup, ducking his head down to stuff another fig-jam biscuit into his mouth.

“Don’t nothing me, you lightweight.” He nudges Gale's shoulder and affectionately tilts his chin upward, using his thumb to brush away the last crumbs of the biscuit from Gale's upper lip. “You’re drunk.”

“I would not say that the term drunk is accurate in this case.” Gale sways closer against him, cheeks terribly flushed, eyebrows knit in contemplation as he considers the state he’s in. “Perhaps… perhaps I’m just a tad bit inebriated, is all.”

“Sure,” Astarion drawls, brushing a few grey strands of hair out of Gale’s face. “And I’m only a tad bit undead, is all.”

“If you really must know, Astarion, I was staring at you because you are beautiful.”

He bites back a cheeky grin, tongue poking at the inside of his mouth. “Oh? But that’s not anything new, darling,” he teases.

“No, it isn’t,” Gale admits, softly, far too genuinely. “Hand me parchment and a quill, and I'd pen a dozen sonnets effortlessly about you. But tonight – you’re particularly lovely. It's this smile you wear, when you’re at ease, when you feel safe, where your eyes are as soft as a feather and they get so unbelievably round, like a kitten.”

“A kitten?”

“A kitten with very sharp claws. But yes, a kitten.”

Astarion feels his cheeks growing pink and pinker, the color rushing up past his hairline, towards the tip of his pointy ears, as he leans in, murmuring against his cheek. “You love-sick fool.”

“Guilty as charged,” Gale whispers back, pressing a tender kiss on his nose.

“Get a room, you two!” Karlach whoops as she throws a strawberry towards their direction, landing on an empty plate in between their half-full chalices and piled up dirty napkins. Some of the others snicker, he hears an aww or two, and then someone makes a dirty joke and the entire table breaks out in raucous laughter.

“Completely ahead of you, my dear,” Astarion grins, tugging at Gale’s collar, rising up from the table.

—

They don’t take their time tonight; there’s no full-body massages or pillow-talk or even any kind of build up – Gale kisses him greedily, furiously, holding onto him for dear life as they stumble back into their room, legs kicking the door behind them shut with little disregard for its weak, creaky hinges. Astarion unwraps the belt around Gale’s waist and tosses it to the ground as Gale licks at his mouth like an untrained dog, wet and sloppy and unequivocally desperate.

Then he tugs his robe off, carelessly hurling it to the ground, crumpling into a magenta pile of heavy fabric at their feet. Gale attempts to tug Astarion’s tunic off but he can barely do that without nipping too hard at his lips or tripping over his backwards feet. Astarion pulls away from the kiss with an amused sniff and pushes Gale back onto the massive bed, deftly taking off his own shirt. He presses a knee against the mattress then tugs at Gale’s breeches and slides them off, palming a hand over the erection sitting underneath his briefs. Before he gets a chance to lean in or do anything else, Gale sits back up, hand reaching out to wrap around his thin wrist.

“Please,” he begs, slurring slightly. “Want to taste you.”

“My. What’s gotten into you tonight? Such a needy pup.”

He steps back from the bed and watches as Gale pushes himself off from the mattress, lowering himself to the ground and resting on his knees, hands sliding up to grab at the waistband of his black trousers, easing them off as they fall to his feet. He kicks them away and Gale doesn’t waste a second before he presses an open mouthed kiss against the damp, cotton fabric of his underwear. His tongue rolls out, wide and flat as he licks the outline of Astarion’s hard cock. “Don’t be a tease, darling.”

“‘m sorry,” Gale replies, voice muffled against his crotch. He tugs Astarion’s underwear down and his long, pretty cock springs out, standing at attention for his lover. Gale grips a saliva-slick hand around the base, sucks a kiss to the underside, then licks a long stripe along the veins that adorn his cock.

“Such a good boy,” Astarion breathes in adoration. “How did we manage to find each other among the shitshow we’re been cast in, hmm?”

Gale works his tongue all around his cock, slurping and hollowing his cheeks and expertly working his length far down into his throat like it’s an absolute walk in the park for him. He moans with pleasure around the mouthful of cock as Astarion holds his head down with some force and roughly fucks his face, settling into a rhythm for a few minutes that leaves Astarion breathing ragged and seeing a dozen stars under his eyelids.

“Mmm – can’t, Gale, I’ll –”

Gods, the wizard is just, senselessly good at sucking cock. Astarion thinks vaguely that he should send a nicely worded letter and a bouquet of roses to the man who taught him how to do it – it’s embarrassing, but Astarion needs him off or else the night will end far quicker than he intends. He threads a hand through Gale’s hair, pulling at the tail in the back, dragging him off his cock with a tattered gasp. “You know I adore how eager you are, but I have other things in mind for us.”

He guides Gale up from the ground and cups his face and kisses him on the lips, touching their foreheads together. “Lay down on your back, Gale.”

Astarion thinks he almost sees a tail wagging between his legs when Gale does exactly what he’s told, immediately, with a deliciously blank expression. He climbs up on the bed, straddling Gale’s thighs, bringing their cocks together. He licks his hand and slicks it over Gale’s stone-hard cock, saliva mingling with the precum bubbling on the tip. “Is it a sick thing,” Gale smiles then, all love-struck, “that all I can manage to think of is how lucky I am? Of how much I adore you?”

“My darling little wizard. I’m the lucky one,” he says, flicking a thumb over the wet slit, causing Gale’s thighs to tremble and hips to buck. With his free hand he slides a hand up his round belly, squeezing the bit of fat there with a hungry glaze to his eyes. “You’re so pretty when you come undone because of me.”

Then he takes hold of both lengths in one hand, stroking long and slow, watching as Gale huffs and pants underneath him. He does this gently but firmly, ensuring that the tip of their cocks rub together at the end of each push. Their cocks are pulling apart after a minute or so, long strands of precum connecting and almost breaking when Astarion realizes Gale is staring at him again, the same inquisitive dopey-eyed expression plastered on his face that he had earlier during dinner.

“What is it?” Astarion asks him again, not slowing down the twist of his wrist, though there’s a hint of concern to his voice.

“I just, ah –” Gale averts his blushing gaze, then to the left side, to the right side, then flitting his half-lidded eyes back up at Astarion. “I want to try something with you, if you’ll let me. Something a little unconventional.”

“I knew you had something on your mind. What do you want to try, puppy?”

“I… can’t explain it, I’m afraid it won’t sound very arousing if I tell you the technicalities of it,” Gale tells him.

“Okay, well, you’re not exactly selling it – whatever it is – to me by saying that.”

“Do you trust me, Astarion?”

“Are you an idiot, Gale?” Astarion’s voice is zero bite and all tenderness. “Of course I do.”

“Alright. Good. Then – can you kindly get off me for just one second?” Astarion takes his hand away from their touching cocks and does as Gale says, watching him curiously as he starts to rearrange the pillows around him, piling some behind, some under his knees for a lift. “Okay, sit on me again, please.”

Astarion gets back to sitting on his thighs, straddling his legs, just a little above his knees. He can see Gale thinking – debating, anxious – on his next move and he takes Gale’s face with his hands and kisses him comfortingly. “Don’t be nervous, pet. I trust you.”

Gale nods wordlessly, looking up at him with glassy, twinkling eyes, then presses the dewy tip of his cock back against Astarion’s in a ticklish kiss, rubbing slit against slit in a dizzying swirl around his pink, leaking glans.

“So wet,” Gale mumbles. “Not sure if it can work if it’s this wet.”

Then, carefully, he slides his hand and stretches the foreskin of his length forward over the top of Astarion’s cock.

It pushes over with no resistance, sliding around the head, encircling Astarion’s length whole, wrapping him like some kind of impossible blanket. He presses a thumb over his foreskin and holds it firmly in place. “Fuck,” Astarion hisses. He closes his eyes, overwhelmed by the sensation, feeling the tender pressure of the other man’s fingertips just on the other side of the soft skin, feeling the forehead skin stroking all around him. Gale bites his lip and fails to suppress a shudder, which makes Astarion hiss again: “Fuck.”

Gale’s normally caramel-brown eyes are all giant dilated saucers when he looks up at him with a touch of worry. “Is it,“ he hesitates, hands lingering over their swaddled cocks, “okay?”

“It’s – Gale– “

Intense, Astarion wants to say, but it’s suddenly, absolutely, way too difficult to speak coherently.

“Do you wish for me to stop? Does it hurt?”

“No, no, don’t,” he manages to choke out.

Gale keeps his touch gentle as he curls his hand around both of their cocks, conjoined like a finger trap toy, twisting and squeezing as Astarion tries his damndest to stay completely still, to let Gale take the lead on this fascinating new kink he’s completely unleashed on him. But then he looks down again and involuntarily jerks when he sees his outline against the thin, delicate skin; the hard, bulbous head stretched under the long, delicious veins of Gale’s cock.

He doesn’t think he’s seen anything like it: the sight of their two cocks melting into each other, peach and olive mixing into one. And when Gale starts to milk the foreskin around his fingers and squeeze the globs of precum out from under, slicking it all over their cocks, Astarion nearly comes.

Nearly. He’s not some amateur.

It’s just — it’s just so –

Absurd.

Ridiculous.

Absurdly, ridiculously, fucking erotic.

“Where,” Astarion gasps like he’s dying, “did you learn to do this?”

“Wizard academy,” Gale answers, like it’s terribly obvious. “How does it feel?”

He goes back to the insane rubbing, swirling motion, rotating his own cock around Astarion’s, rolling around and overlapping around him, over and over and over, with a tight grip on the very top of the skin to keep them locked together. It feels like an impossible feedback loop; Gale around him and him in Gale, slick against slick, fucking and rutting and rubbing in and against and everywhere, the heat coiling down into the core of his balls. It feels —

“So good,” he says ineloquently, humping into the burrow of Gale’s foreskin. “So fucking good.”

He can barely acknowledge the brilliant, goofy-dumb smile on Gale’s blissed out face. “It’s, you, Astarion, you’re perfect — ah, you’re divine —“

Astarion’s never felt anything like this before – not ever, not fucking once – and he can’t keep from moaning, quickly forming drool leaking out from his slack-jawed mouth as Gale grabs the base of his length and starts — holy shit — jerking him off into his own cock. He speeds up the pace of his stroking at the lewd sounds of Astarion’s encouragement, belly rising and falling, huffing as he goes cross-eyed and beet-red with arousal.

“It’s like I’m wearing your cock, Gale,” Astarion groans, in awe, in wonder, in bewilderment. It’s absolutely beyond him – it’s out of his hands, quite literally – at this point to stop himself from snapping his hips and pushing deeper around Gale’s stretched out foreskin.

“You – you dirty pup,” Astarion taunts, hoarse, somewhat gobsmacked. “Were you thinking about this all night?”

“Yes, yes, I was,” Gale answers with a whine, “Yes. Fuck me, please, fuck my cock, Astarion– ah, hnn–”

“Gale,” he grunts pathetically in response, fucking wild, erratic thrusts against the tunnel of stretched out skin enveloping him. It feels so tight and so hot and so perfectly made for him all at once, he could live like this, wear Gale like a cozy jacket, never take him off — if it were at all physically possible, he’d walk around like this with his cock warmed all day from Gale’s snug cockskin —

“Astarion, Astarion,” Gale babbles, breaking his lust-drunk train of thoughts, nearly incoherent except for the repeating litany of his name tumbling out desperately.

“My love,” he coos, pinching at the uppermost skin to try and help Gale to desperately get it to stay in place as he thrusts far too quickly and clumsily and roughly all around and against the mage’s cock. “My tight little cocksleeve.”

Gale keens and bucks his hips, then, too, and Astarion digs some fingers around Gale’s hairy, plush thighs and he nearly draws blood as they both come. He can feel it so intensely: the pulsating, the pounding of the blood rushing, the heat of the thick cum pooling around their cocks. It happens so fast he could sob - Gale's foreskin retracts so quickly and pushes him out, and then they’re just ultra-sensitive tip to tip, bobbing away from each other with cum-strands as the last evidence of their connection.

Gale pulls him in for a kiss and he loses himself in it for a while, rutting against the fleshiness of Gale’s body, still half hard and aching raw, until he hears Gale whine from overstimulation. He pulls away with a breathless chuckle, dizzy, trying to make sure he doesn’t touch his lover’s cock.

“Such a mess,” Astarion says, reaching down between them to scoop through the shared cum sliding down Gale’s groin. “Let’s clean up. Open.” He pushes two fingers into Gale’s cherry-bruised lips, eyes curved happily like little moons as Gale licks and sucks around them. “Good puppy.”

When it feels like his hand is cleaned thoroughly, he goes and takes another scoop, then another, and another, until Gale has completely taken in every last drop of cum down his throat.

A few minutes later, Astarion’s legs are draped across Gale’s paunchy stomach, eyes closed, somewhat still sticky and quietly recovering from their newest bedroom adventure.

“Well,” Astarion finally says after he thinks he’s gained back enough of his brain cells. “It is not often that I am surprised sexually, but that was, truly, mind blowing, my dear.”

“Mmm. It’s been a long time since I’ve done that, admittedly, so, I am quite relieved that it turned out alright. Better than all right, rather. I would be too intimidated and not courageous enough to suggest this – ehm – particular activity if I hadn’t had a little liquid courage to bolster me…”

Astarion laughs — no, giggles, like he’s some smooth-cheeked school boy — and kisses Gale’s forehead, then trails more kisses down his cheek, across his jaw, landing at the crook of his neck, taking in the smell of sweat and cum and remnants of the honey-lavender soap he bought from a pushy street vendor a few nights ago.

Being with Gale is different. This, Astarion is sure of.

Which is to say: it’s most certainly, undeniably, irrevocably, a complete joy.

“Alright then; go on, tell me. What the fuck else did you learn at that school?”

[typingdyslexiaisathing]

Some Girl Talk (Obey Me! fic)

summary: Retha sits with Thirteen and Asmodeus to just chat it up.

Characters: OC (who is NOT the MC just a 3rd exchange student), Asmodeus, Thirteen, MC

content: mention of depression, casual talk, discussing NSFW lemons, talk about romance

Cafe Lament was noticeably vacant this fine day in the Devildom. Save for one group that was sitting and chatting at a far table in the corner by the full length windows. Two of the exchange students sitting with Asmodeus and Thirteen to be working on a school project for one of their classes. The human that had a pact with the Demon Brothers soon reaching for their D.D.D. to groan when they see it's Lucifer texting them. Which has Retha raise an eyebrow to ask with a huff of humor, "Lemme guess. Mammon is involved? Or is it Satan?"

Asmodeus sighs when the poor human notes with a bit of dread, "Both of them. Apparently, they decided to try a summoning circle for class in the library. Which ended in demon spiders going all over the place. I have to fetch Solomon and Barbatos for a tag team effort of pest control." Thirteen smirks to hand the dejected exchange student their bag as well as some gloves. "That actually sounds like a simple matter to me in comparison to other things. See if you can sneak a few out in a jar for me? I'll pay you top Grimm."

Retha walked their friend to the door of Cafe Lament to then stand there and watch them sprint off towards the Demon Lord's Castle. Her tail flicking about as she shifted her weight from one talon foot to the other. Soon returning to watch how she sits back down so as not to catch that tail on the chair as Asmodeus smiles with a cheeky grin. "Oh. Retha? Do I dare to hope you caught something other than a cold from my precious pact human? Maybe the love bug?" Retha huffed to reach a scaled hand out and gently tap Asmodeus on the nose. "Do not for one second start posting that kind of drivel on my personal blog, Asmo. I was just debating on if I should go and help. But I am sure if we are needed for anything, the will of Lucifer shall be known to us."

Thirteen snickered before taking another sip from her frosted death mocha. A hum of thought escaping the grim reaper before she looked to Retha with expectation in her gaze. "So not the sheeple then. Although I love how you nicknamed them that. But I did hear that you've got a fancy towards a certain someone the other day. Luke told me you've been writing love songs on your guitar a ton while staying with the angels at Purgatory Hall. Although Simeon said the lyrics are pretty death metal type stuff. It honestly scared him."

Asmodeus turned his gaze to a now blushing Retha to look like a shark on the prowl and all but jump out of his chair. His squeak soon flooding over with a babbling of questions as Retha huffed a breath out. "Wait! What?! You've been writing songs about love?! Oh you have to tell me everything! What are the lyrics and do you drop names?! Are you going to perform for the upcoming music festival this month?! Tell me, tell me, tell me!"

Thirteen openly laughs as Asmodeus almost falls over onto the table. Thankfully, Retha plucks the Avatar of Lust up by the collar so as not to tip the table or their drinks over. Which has the light catch her dragon scales and the lush sheen of her horns in the process. Her violet eyes staring into Asmodeus to make her point with her words. "There is one song I am going to perform at the music festival for everyone. But not the one you are dying to hear about. That one is to get my pent up feelings and urges out of my system without grabbing said love interest and tossing them into a bed. You are not going to hear me play that song with the lyrics unless I am severely drunk. But I will tell you something that you will take with you to the grave, Asmodeus."

Asmodeus nodded so fast to then lean in as Retha pressed her lips to his ear. While Thirteen watched as Retha gave several deep rumbles of words that had Asmodeus openly blushing. Both his hands coming up to cover his mouth after a second before he started squealing and snickering in delight. His own words silken and sinful as Retha pulled away for Asmodeus to put both hands to his heart and swoon. "Oh my goodness! Retha! I never would have pictured such a daring and zestful side of you in a million years! Now I'm getting such naughty and delightful ideas! Oh my heart might just burst at this rate!" Thirteen looks about ready to demand answers as Retha chuckled out loud. "Asmo. Breathe. You blowing a piston would mean messy clean up. As well as a flood of flowers and Lucifer losing more sleep. So let's be kind to your beloved eldest brother and not give him heart and head aches." Thirteen is tapping her foot at this point for Retha to smirk and lean over so she can whisper to Thirteen. Who all but goes wide eyed for her jaw to drop open and gasp when Retha is finished. the reaper openly taken aback as the dragon hybrid leans back into her chair. Thirteen then just throws her head back and laughs. "Wow! If I had not heard you say that yourself, I would never have believed you! But that does sound like something you shouldn't be singing in public!"

Asmodeus instantly giggles to then look more serious as his gaze goes back to Retha with a hum of notation. "To think the former ordinary human would have that kind of skeleton in her closet. Guess it answers a bit on how you survived being changed into a hybrid. Nobody even thought it was possible to fuse Demon, Angel, Vampire and Sorcerer into one being that I know of. Which Satan and Solomon have been so curious about they chase down any book or lead. You have a strength of confidence and willpower that is uncanny, Retha. Yes, you do show weakness and you cry when you get sad. But you own it as part of who you are at heart. You don't hide how you feel or what you think. Instead, you make it into your foundation and stand firm. I love that about you, Retha."

Thirteen nods as Retha blushed at the compliment. The reaper nodding to extend her hand and make a comment. "It is evident when I see your soul. Actually, it's like a glossy shine of polished metal. But it has a kind of color to it that is more like a gemstone. Like Amethyst. Kinda why I wanted to get to know you as soon as I heard about you."

Retha gave a shy smile for all three of them to jump in their seats. Since all three of their D.D.D's started to ring. Which had them openly groan in unison at the fact it was Lucifer calling them all. Which meant more trouble.

[allsassnoclass]

hii hazel!! i think you write soft fics really well 🥺❤️ from the prompt list, could you write something for 'toothpaste kisses' for any pairing you like <3

hi adi!!! thanks for sending one in <3

lashton: toothpaste kisses

When Luke glances up in the bathroom mirror, Ashton is leaning against the doorway, arms crossed in front of his bare chest and small, fond smile on his face. If anyone else appeared behind him without notice while brushes his teeth, he would jump five feet in the air and scream, but Ashton doesn't startle him like that anymore. He can be completely zoned out in his own world and tune back in to find Ashton standing next to him as if he has never been anywhere else. Luke's body doesn't register the other presence in his space, like Ashton is an extension of himself that he's always in tune with rather than a separate person he has to keep tabs on.

He spits into the sink and swishes some water around in his mouth, running the water until all traces of the foamy toothpaste disappear down the drain. When he looks up again, Ashton's smile has grown.

"Enjoying the view?" he asks with a cheeky smile. Ashton crosses the short distance to wrap his arms around Luke's waist, engulfing him in warmth. He presses a kiss to Luke's shoulder, meeting his gaze in the mirror.

"It's a nice view," he says against his skin. Luke shivers at the ticking sensation. He attempts to twist around in Ashton's arms to properly kiss him, but Ashton just tightens his grip with a smile, then digs his fingers into Luke's sides. Luke laughs, curling up on himself, unable to defend against the onslaught until he's breathless and Ashton finally relents.

"You ass," he says, finally allowed to turn around and face his partner fully. Ashton smiles cheekily.

"You love my ass," he says.

"I do," Luke agrees readily, reaching down to squeeze his butt just because he knows it will make Ashton throw his head back and laugh, letting his sweet, melodic giggle fill the bathroom.

"I love everything about you," Luke says while Ashton lets out his last bit of laughter.

Luke knows he's being hyperbolic and that it's impossible to love every little thing about a person every second of every day. He gets frustrated at Ashton's stubbornness and when he leaves his dishes in the sink instead of loading the dishwasher, but Ashton wouldn't be the person he loves without those little annoyances. Luke would much rather have to put his plate from breakfast in the dishwasher himself than have Ashton be anyone else. He will love Ashton in every iteration, stubborn refusal to load the dishwasher included.

"I love everything about you, too," Ashton says, fondness layered in his voice as he tugs him closer. Luke has no other option but to kiss him, bending forward to taste the minty toothpaste still lingering from Ashton's own bedtime routine, the two of them pressed as close together as they can be under the yellow light of their bathroom. Ashton's shoulders are smooth and warm under his palms, his arms secure around his waist, and Luke thinks that this is one of a million moments he would be content to stay in forever.

Ashton hums when he pulls back, looking at Luke through half-lidded eyes.

"Ready for bed?" he asks. Luke nods. They exit the bathroom with their arms around each other, parting only to get under the covers on opposite sides of the bed. Ashton doesn't wait to flick off the lamp, blanketing the room in darkness while Luke waits for him to settle so he can press close.

Luke is so thankful that he has someone to hold at night. He loves that Ashton indulges him with this, opening his arms for him, allowing Luke to tuck him against his body until they're tangled up and indistinguishable. Luke loves feeling Ashton's heartbeat under his hand or the weight of Ashton's limbs over his, holding Luke just as securely as Luke is holding him.

Ashton looks up at him, and Luke feels it more than sees it. He tips his head down and is met with another kiss, heart fluttering at the way both of them begin smiling into it.

Luke loves before-bed kisses. He loves the small intimacy of kissing his love as the last part of a bedtime routine, fitting in the affection between brushing his teeth and drifting off to sleep. He loves how he and Ashton use the same toothpaste, their matching minty-fresh breath another reminder of all of the other things that they share, from their home to their lives to their love.

Ashton pulls away after a moment, nudging their noses together before he settles back into Luke's embrace.

"Goodnight, Luke," he says softly.

"Goodnight," Luke replies. When he falls asleep a few minutes later, it's with a smile on his face and Ashton's kiss on his lips.

[xiao-isms]

Hello I just recently found your Sub Xiao things and oh my god thank you for the food 😍😍 If ur taking requests, Reader with a strap on with a dildo that can vibrate, and Xiao taking it ? 👀 Multiple orgasms would be fun, but anything you write is excellent so I don’t mind where you take this 😳

— dirty.

character. xiao

content warnings. multiple orgasms, semi dirty talk, verbal humiliation, cum eating, a little bit of cross-dressing. note that reader does have a strap-on but i tried to make it as gn as possible !

word count: 1.7k words

voicemail. agshs thank u sm anon! i really liked writing this one so i hope you enjoy <3 ps sorry if the ending is rushed, i recently started uni so ive been superrr busy lately

you slid a hand up xiao’s milky thigh and underneath his blush pink pleated skirt with a mischievous grin on your lips. halting for a moment, you took the opportunity to squeeze that soft, meaty flesh that you loved so dearly, pressing wet kisses and angry red hickies across his skin. once satisfied with your work, you pull away and lift your head to look the mighty yaksha right in his now watery eyes and archons, you doubted even the lord of geo himself would believe you if you told him how pathetic his war-hardened adeptus looked at this very moment, all from a few simple touches. the sight was laughable, really; his hard cock protruded from his pretty little skirt, precum already beginning to stain the garment, accompanied by a face so flushed you swore you could see steam emerging from the top of the other's head. you grabbed the man by his chin and yanked him forward. "you're fucking disgusting." the words came out a bit harsher than intended but xiao, oh xiao, he loved it. he loved it when you made him feel absolutely deplorable; when you broke him until he felt like he couldn't be fixed. he didn't respond, just looked at you with hunger, like he was silently begging you to fuck his brains out.

you could feel a primal need rumbling from deep inside your chest. “does that turn you on?” you asked with a cheeky grin that only seemed to be getting larger by the second. the petite man whimpered in your tight hold, nodding ever so slightly but much too embarrassed to give a direct response. “how naughty of you, xiao. so shy, and yet so, so dirty.” you interlocked your lips with his, sliding your tongue in his small mouth as soon as you got the chance. it was messy and sloppy and it felt like xiao hadn’t kissed anyone a day in his life, saliva running down the sides of his pointed chin while his mouth hung open, completely pliant, but it was so hot. you were the first to pull away which only made the adeptus whine in a desperate, high-pitched voice.

“so needy,” you whispered in the shell of his ear, rubbing his sensitive sides. “you want it? you want my cock in you, pretty boy?” he makes a sound of affirmation, one that you can’t quite make out, but one nonetheless. xiao shouldn’t be acting like this, he knows he shouldn’t—he’s a yaksha, a seasoned demon slayer, and yet, whenever he’s with you like this, he just can’t seem to control himself. he thrusted his little hips into thin air with vigor in what seemed to be an attempt to get some kind of friction, something—anything—to soothe his aching, leaking dick. “ah, ah,” you hummed, gripping his waist so tightly you were both positive there would be bruises there the next morning. “the only way you’re going to cum tonight is with my cock plowing into your tiny hole.”

the way his face contorted slightly and his brows furrowed while fresh, blood-hot tears ran down his flushed cheeks only spurred you on further. you spread his legs as far as possible, yanking both his cute panties and tight skirt off, throwing it behind you without care. you haphazardly coated your fingers in saliva before inserting them inside your boy with newfound fervor, eager to fuck him until he couldn’t think straight and was unable to scream anything other than your name. he moaned and cried and whimpered as you pumped your wet digits in and out of his hole. the adeptus whined, he was so close, so close, but he desperately wanted to be good for you-- and there's hardly anything that he wouldn't do to achieve that, even if it meant holding back his own orgasm. you scissored your middle and index finger, adding a third once you were sure xiao was stretched well enough. soon, you were able to thrust your digits in back and forth freely while the other's body continuously spasmed and shook with close to unbearable pleasure.

too impatient to keep waiting to enter the small man, you pulled your fingers out entirely, the act ripping a loud wail from your lover. "wh...w-why'd you stop?" the words were slurred and almost incomprehensible—it sounded something akin to what someone drunken on sex would say, certainly not a powerful immortal such as himself. the question truly makes you wonder if he'd actually been paying attention to your previous statement or if he really was that incoherent already. how cute, you hadn't even started and here he was, a drooling, stupid mess. you didn't respond, instead opting to press your lips against his, thrusting your tongue deep into his mouth once again. whether or not he understood you before didn't matter, the night would end the same way: with xiao becoming an inchoate husk of a being, only able to give as much pleasure as he received.

quickly, you fastened the harness onto your waist, clicking the straps in place. the plastic toy connected to the o-ring of the strap-on was useful in more ways than one; you knew the both of you’d love it as soon as you saw it. slowly—or, as slowly as you could, patience thrown to the wind long ago—you slid inside of your boy with ease, his breath hitching in the most adorable ways. you smirked and wrapped your fingers around the small device that activated the dildo. “are you ready?” before the man under you had a chance to answer, you clicked the 'on' button, the sex toy whirling to life. for a second, you thought you could see hearts in xiao’s teary, amber eyes. he looked so, so beautiful like this; spreading his legs and moaning for you like a cheap hooker. nimble fingers landed on his waist once again, allowing your hips to slam against the meat of his thighs. his mouth hung agape in shock at the sudden movement, whimpers and whines spilling from those pretty, swollen lips. "a-ah! mmph, p-please go s—oh!—" the words seemed to have fallen dead on his tongue due to a particularly well aimed thrust, hurling him forward. every little movement felt so good, like he was on cloud nine, and oh god, don't even get him started on the way the pseudo cock vibrated in him, making his head go blank with overwhelming lust. he could feel that familiar heat stirring in his abdomen, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

"mm, 'm gonna cum, ooh, g-gonna cum, p-please!"

with one more rough, domineering push of your hips, he came over the newly washed bed sheets. you slowly came to a stop and slipped your fingers over the head of his now softening sex, swiping away a hefty amount of your lover's seed and putting it towards his face. "open.” you demanded, inserting your moist digits in his mouth. his red, puffy lips wrapped around them, lazily licking you clean. "good boy," you praised as you pulled your fingers from him. "do you like that? you like eating your own cum like a filthy whore, hm?" he didn’t respond, apparently much too fucked out to even nod. you pulled the man’s cheeks together, leaning down and pressing the tip of your nose to his own.

“i asked you a question.”

his mouth opened slightly at the deep, commanding tone of your voice; he was trying to answer you, he was trying to be good, but his mind was so fuzzy he could hardly breathe. with much struggle, he moves his head up and back down. the action was hardly noticeable with how subtle it was, but you took pity on the poor yaksha, placing a kiss that he felt was almost too gentle considering the current situation. you heard a whimper erupt from xiao and a small, close to inaudible humming sound could be heard within the quiet room.

oh.

you had forgotten about that.

the adeptus trembled underneath your form with overstimulation. he feared he was going to cum again, untouched; he could feel it in the way his dick was beginning to harden again, the way the muscles in his stomach churned and tightened in the most delightful ways, ways that made him feel lightheaded and painfully aroused. you were silent, watching your lover’s face scrunch up with a glint of pure lust clear in your half-lidded eyes. you begin to rock your hips back and forth again, only moving a centimeter an inch this time. xiao couldn’t stop thinking about how good you felt inside him, how his slick walls clenched and unclenched around your barely moving cock, making the smallest squelching noises.

it was all so filthy.

with that thought, the warm coil in his lower body burst and he was positive that he was seeing stars from how hard he’d just orgasmed. it was ego-boosting, really, knowing that only you could touch him like this, look at him like this. you hummed, increasing the pace of your thrusts until xiao was crying and incoherent, garbled whines falling from his mouth. “s-sen—o-oh fuck!” tears clouded his vision as you abused his prostate, taking advantage of that sensitive spot inside him. with heavy breaths, you leaned down to look at him directly, the smell of sweat and sex prominent on both of your bodies. “you’re such a good boy, xiao,” you commended between grunts and quiet moans. you brushed his messy hair back so you could see the pleasure on his flushed face, planting kisses on each of his cheeks. he keened at the attention, throwing his arm over his face to hide from the embarrassment.

“you take my cock so well, such a brave boy.” you knew he loved to be showered in praise more than anything, even more than he loved to be pinned down and degraded. he felt as if he’d cum at any second, the way the silicone toy felt inside him was more than exhilarating and your occasionally words only added to that addicing feeling. nimble fingers wrapped around the base of his dick, hard and dripping precum, preparing itself for its third orgasm. you finished him off with just a few strokes, his small form twitching with overstimulation. you slowly came to a stop and cupped his red face with your hands.

“what am i ever going to do with you, baby?”

[oblxvion]

little secret | jean kirschstein

-> pairing: ceo!jean kirschstein x f!reader

-> wc: 1.6k

-> warnings: NSFR, smut/nsfw, praise, vaginal sex, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex, creampie

-> notes: for u my love @miyanom​ <333 LOL let me know if there's any mistakes that i missed while editing!

you had no idea how you ended up in this situation, bare chest pressed up against his desk as he pushed your head down with one hand, holding your right hip with the other. it was all too much, and with your boss, jean kirschstein. of course you found him attractive, who wouldn’t? but to think that he was infatuated with you, his secretary, made your brain feel funny.

it was just a normal day at work, you had worn suitable and appropriate attire, but for some reason, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

jean was mesmerized, there was something different about you from the rest off the women that he had worked with. he felt weird having these feelings for you as your superior, but for some reason, it aroused him more. the way you acted around everyone, you seemed so innocent, and he wanted to know what you felt like, how you’d moan under him, get all worked up from him barely touching you. you hadn’t been able to leave his thoughts for the past couple weeks and when he saw you come into his office to deliver some papers, he knew he had to have his way with you.

one thing led to another, and here you were now. 

“fuck, baby, you feel so good,” he seethed, pulling you up towards him so your back flush against his chest. this angle hitting that spongey spot perfectly, he could tell by the way you squeezed around him at this action. just by this simple change, you could feel the coil beginning to tighten, threatening to snap.

“jean, shit, ‘m gonna cum—” 

just as you were about to have the release of a lifetime, the both of you froze at the sound of someone knocking on the door do jean’s office. horror struck your face as you looked over to him, quickly pulling out as you winced at the loss of the feeling of being full, and your ruined orgasm before jean motioned for you to get underneath his desk while he sat down in his chair.

“jean, may i come in?” you recognized that voice, connie springer. one of the members of his board. you’d heard jean talk about him when you’d dropped off some work for him in the past. 

“oh, uh, yeah,” he coughed, trying to not sound as suspicious as he wiped down the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve. of all the times when connie needed to talk to him, why did it have to be now?

“so, i have some papers for you that i need you to look at, they look pretty important.” connie explains, walking closer over to the desk. you stayed quiet as you looked up to jean, visibly tense at the fact that connie was coming closer. if connie found out what the two of you were doing, you were almost certain that you’d lose your job.

“okay, yeah, i can get them to you later this afternoon, just leave them on the table.” he sounded agitated, to anyone except connie, it was clear that jean wanted him to leave and continue his fun that he was having with you moments prior. 

what he didn’t expect was to feel you sliding your hands up his thighs, palming his dick through his poorly zipped pants. you heard his breath hitch as you continued your ministrations, slowly pulling his still hard cock out from under his garments.

you lazily stroked his length, bringing your mouth over to tease his tip with your tongue as you tasted the remnants of yourself and his precum. ever so quietly, you continued to bring more of him into your cavern, bobbing your head and up and down, making sure to not make a sound. 

jean, on the other hand, was having trouble keeping his composure. there’s no way that he would say or do something that’d risk your cover, and more importantly, he thought this was insanely attractive that you were giving him, your superior, head under his desk. 

he peered down to look at you, catching a moan in his throat before playing it off as a cough. you looked so pretty like this, with his cock down your throat, your spit coating his length and your hand as you proceeded to slide your hand up and down his shaft. this image alone was going to be burned into his memory forever, he was going to have to see this again. 

“hey, is everything okay?” connie could tell that there was something wrong, and jean did not want him to come any closer, he did not want connie to see you like this, it was meant for him only. 

“yeah, everything’s fine, i just am a bit stressed out that’s all,” jean responded in a monotone voice as his hands gripped the sides of his chair, he wasn’t going to last long. 

“well, do you wanna talk about—” 

“no, fuck, sorry. can i just have some space, please?” with that, connie gave a small nod, obviously worried for his boss but wanting to give him some space as he left the room. 

once the door closed behind connie, jean eased into his chair, chuckling in the process. he looked down at you once again, seeing as you hadn’t slowed your movements, he brought his hand down to your head and intertwined his fingers with your hair, aiding your head up an down.

“that was, fuck, quite the stunt you pulled,” he smirked down at you as you pulled off of him, giving him a cheeky smile as you continued to lazily jerk him off. it was so sloppy, but the two of you loved it. “c’mere.” 

jean grabbed your free wrist to pull you up towards him, his lips meeting yours in a heated kiss. the kiss was full of need, full of need, and full of lust. your hand lazily moving up and down his length before crawling up into his lap. 

you melted into the kiss as you swiveled your hips on his dick, teasing him by sliding his tip between your folds but not quite bringing him inside just yet. as much as you wanted to tease him, make him crumble even more than he was already, you were aching for him.

"fuck — baby, put it in, oh my god," jean groaned as he threw his head back, squeezing his eyes shut before bringing his hands to your waist. in this moment, you felt so powerful by doing this action but it was quickly forgotten. his hands gripped you tightly and moved your hips in a way that his tip slid over your clit perfectly. the way he made you feel, the pleasure he gave you, it was too overwhelming.

the moment he slipped his cock inside your cunt, you immediately felt yourself get closer to your climax. your previous orgasm ruined, you were desperate to get it back.

your arm wrapped around his neck while his hands were on your waist as you sunk down, taking him to the hilt. the slick from your arousal made it easier for jean to thrust inside you, alternating between that and you riding him.

his hands remained at your waist, grinding you down onto him as your foreheads touched and lips ghosting each other's, but not once making contact. jean wanted to hear your pretty little noises while you wanted to hear his.

“jean,” you whimpered, melting into his touch.

“so — fucking pretty, you’re so pretty, my pretty girl.” jean babbled as your cunt continued to suck him back in, it was so addictive. he loved it, he wanted more, he needed more, he needed to feel you cum.

you both were clearly close with how erratic jeans's thrusts were and how desperately you ground your hips down onto him.

"fuck fuck fuck, jean, please," you whined, bringing your head to rest on his shoulder as he fucked into you at a a steady pace. the way you squeezed down on him, drove him insane. he could feel his orgasm approaching as he brought his hands down to the fat of your ass, gripping hard as he bounced you on his cock. 

the way he kept hitting that special spot over and over again, and you could feel your legs begin to tremble as your orgasm washed over you. with a yell of his name, your body trembled as the wall broke down, your release coating his cock.

“’m cumming, fuck, oh fuck,” jean groaned, the feeling of your arousal and previous orgasm drove him over the edge as hot spurts of cum flooded your insides. his thrusts slowed to a halt as he rested his head on your shoulder as an attempt to catch his breath.

you both sat there in a comfortable silence for a few moments before you felt the feeling of his cum seeping out of your swollen cunt. you stood up and began to look for your panties, not knowing where to they were. 

“looking for these?” jean smirks while reaching into his back pocket to pull out your black lace thong.

“yeah, thanks,” you turn your back towards him, clearly embarrassed that he had your panties in his pocket. you could feel your face hot as you felt his chest press against the small of your back before giving you a light kiss on the exposed skin of your shoulder. 

“lemme help you,” he whispers before kneeling down so you can step into your undergarments as he slides them up your thighs and under your skirt before standing tall again. his hand reached under the fabric to bring his fore finger and middle finger just over the crotch to feel the mix of his cum along with yours. “keep it in for me when i check later, yeah?”

your face hot as you gave him a small nod before flattening your skirt, fixing your skirt and hair. just as you had reached for the handle of his door, you heard his voice once more. 

“it can be our little secret.”

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[kozu-chan]

under the mistletoe

kenma x reader, oikawa x reader, iwaizumi x reader

since it's christmas eve, here's some christmas headcanons involving mistletoe for my faves!!

content warnings: fem!reader, fluffy fluff, mentions of food, kissing, pet names (babe, baby, darling in oikawa's and my love in iwa's), i kinda sorta got super carried away with iwa's...

kenma

🎄since kenma's not a big fan of huge crowds, the two of you just spend christmas eve together at your place

🎄you're cuddled up on the couch eating popcorn and sipping hot chocolate while some christmas movies play

🎄kenma insists that "the nightmare before christmas" works as both a halloween and christmas movie so the two of you watch that too

🎄you bake cookies together and accidentally get dough on each other's faces

🎄you both cuddle up on the couch again and look at memes while waiting for the cookies to heat up in the oven and again when you're waiting for the cookies to cool

🎄at some point it transitions into a battle of who can take the most embarrassing photo of their s/o as possible

🎄kenma says that there's no way he could lose because he has the most beautiful girlfriend who's incapable of looking bad

🎄who taught this man how to be this smooth?!?!? i-

🎄the answer is akaashi. that man is secretly a smooth menace who gave kenma some tips but you didn't hear that from me-

🎄you gape at him, clearly flustered, and you take a picture of each other because yes, he also got really flustered and embarrassed because that was so out of character for him lol

🎄like this is the boy who never uses pet names and isn't the best at expressing compliments or his emotions...

🎄but of course, he still finds little ways to show you he loves you and make sure you know he loves you and it's so cute!!

🎄anyway, back to the story...

🎄the two of you eat some of the cookies together and save the rest for the morning santa

🎄when the two of you wake up in the morning you open up the presents you got each other and make breakfast

🎄you got kenma a new game and matching golden bracelets. he got you something that you've wanted for a long time.

🎄since the two of you put a lot of thought into the gifts, you take some time to admire them and try them out

🎄you and kenma spend a little extra time playing his new game

🎄pls it's so wholesome because you're both learning together and you get so competitive-

🎄he will never ever admit it even if it's kind of obvious to you, but sometimes he lets you win

🎄"you're the only one i'm okay losing to..."

🎄kozumekenmawhyareyousocuteomg

🎄then once the two of you calm down, you get breakfast

🎄well, he makes you pancakes and whatever else the two of you want and you make a quick run to the store to get some onigiri and apple pie since you both love it

🎄after breakfast, the two of you snack on some candy canes

🎄you look up and tap kenma's shoulder. "hey look! mistletoe!"

🎄kenma looks up and looks back at you. "there's no mistletoe-"

🎄"i'm just kidding! i don't need an excuse to kiss you!" you giggle and pull him close for a kiss

🎄best christmas ever if i do say so myself <3

oikawa

💙this man is super social. we already know this

🤍and because of this, he takes you to a christmas eve party that's full of a good mix of his friends, your friends, his teammates, and family.

💙he actually got one of his friends to throw the party at their place and invite a ton of people you know so you would be comfortable

🤍he's cute like that 🥺

💙he dotes on you the entire time

🤍and by the entire time, i mean the entire time

💙he waits for you when you have to use the bathroom "because someone has to hold your drink and it's gonna be me"

🤍he's so cheeky stop he's the most adorable, hopelessly in love dork ever

💙this man is SPOON FEEDING you because he wants to, and i quote, "show off his beautiful girlfriend and make everyone jealous from how cute the two of us are"

🤍"babe... isn't this getting too much?"

💙sweetie this is THE oikawa tooru. he is the opposite of subtle and to him, there is no such thing as "too much"

🤍but he's willing to tone it down if you get uncomfortable because even he knows that you shouldn't make anyone uncomfortable.

💙he just wants to romance you and make sure you love his present!!

🤍and boy oh boy does he deliver...

💙once you're both at his place, that's when the real cuteness begins

🤍you enter his home and find the entire place decorated with mistletoe and tinsel and presents and even a fake reindeer!!

💙"tooru you really did the most oh my god-"

🤍"but you love it, don't you?"

💙"of course i do! this is amazing!"

🤍"anything for you, baby"

💙this man is such a simp but like, the cutest simp i know-

🤍he gives you one of those professional looking photo albums with pictures full of the two of you and handwritten reasons why he loves you 🥺

💙me and who fr 😩

🤍this man is making you cry bc w h a t that's so sweet!?!?!?!

💙this man also finds every. single. possible. chance. to be under the mistletoe so he can get a kiss kiss

🤍"darling look! mistletoe!"

💙you roll your eyes. "tooru, babe, this is the nth time you've done this-"

🤍but you always give in because duh that's your baby, your gorgeous man, the love of your life!! of course you're still gonna kiss him!

💙now there's a happy, spoiled oikawa who's cuddled up to the most loved, beautiful, one and only love of his life <3

iwaizumi

🎁after knowing each other for so long, you've definitely turned iwa into a christmas lover

🎁he gets so excited about it now it's so cute-

🎁he doesn't even care about being teased by his friends because he's a man who's secure in his masculinity and knows he's can like what he likes and it doesn't take away from how "manly" he is 😌

🎁iwa's a surprisingly good gift giver unlike me and he always gives the most thought out gifts that he thinks knows that his friends and family would love <3

🎁this year, he gives oikawa a bullet journal and a new set of pens because he knows how much oikawa likes pretty, aesthetic notes

🎁oikawa kinnie moment 😚🤞

🎁he gives his parents super comfy matching sweaters with their family name on it since his mom likes matching things and he knew his dad wanted a new sweater

🎁he gives you a ton of kisses!!

🎁okay obviously he gives you something more than that because he loves you so much lol

🎁this man may not look like it, but he's an easily flustered, dorky, adorable simp when it's just the two of you

🎁i mean, it seeps into his personality around everyone else but it's a lot tamer because our man has a reputation to keep :)

🎁you're really impatient for gifts because you're excited to see what hajime actually got you and you really wanna see his face when you give it to him!!

🎁however, iwaizumi hajime is also a fairly traditional man so he waits for christmas morning to open presents

🎁and no amount of whining or pouting will change his mind. our man is sturdy and will!! not!! budge!!

🎁he tries a lot of things to take your mind off of it, and for a while, it works

🎁he invites oikawa, makki, mattsun, and some of your close friends over for a dinner, but once they leave and you're both cleaning up, you're eyeing the presents, causing your exhausted boyfie to sigh

🎁he takes your hands in his and looks you in the eyes "y/n, my love, i know you're excited to open gifts and give me mine, but we need to wait until morning, okay?"

🎁this man KNOWS that pulling out the "my love" makes you weak bc it gives me butterflies so you pout and nod, kissing his cheek and going back to cleaning up

🎁after the kitchen and living room is clean, hajime tries out a movie

🎁he cuddles up to you and watches your favorite christmas movie with you and pulls out all the snack, drinks, blankets, and pillows

🎁stop bc that's so cute haji where are you and why can't you be real?!?! 😩

��but after the movie you look at the time and ask if you can open presents now

🎁ma'am it's 10 pm?!?

🎁iwa just laughs and kisses your head

🎁"how about this? i'll clean up and then we can sleep so the time passes by faster. is that all right, my love?"

🎁"okay haji" you let out a yawn and make your way to the bathroom to do your night routine

🎁he follows behind you so you can do your routine together

🎁after he tucks you in with a kiss to your head because he's the sweetest, he cleans everything up and goes to bed with you

🎁when you wake up, iwa's already in the kitchen finishing up breakfast and you gape at the scene in front of you

🎁haji went ALL out

🎁 there's streamers and stockings and tons of decorations all over the living room and kitchen

🎁"merry christmas, my love! now we can open presents" he greets you with a peck to the lips and leads you to the couch with the presents

🎁you give him your gift first and you're super excited to see his reaction since you got him a limited edition godzilla figure that you found at a store

🎁"is this real?" he looks incredulously at you, then the figure, and then back to you. you nod and he sets it down so he can hug you. "thank you so much, my love! here's your gift..."

🎁you carefully take the gift and unwrap it to find a beautiful golden necklace with your name and his engraved on the heart shaped charm. "haji... this is beautiful!" you wrap your arms around him kiss him "i love it so much!!"

🎁iwa just can't help but smile as yours only gets larger once he shows you his matching bracelet. "i knew you would"

🎁this time, he's the one kissing you only to realize that you've been sitting under the mistletoe this entire time <3

[hajimine]

perennial destiny — fushiguro megumi x gn!reader

synopsis: megumi does not like the concept of soulmates. he wants to be able to choose who he loves—and he chooses you.

word count: 1.2k

genre: fluff, soulmate!au but not really, established relationship, soft!megumi (this is so cheesy fr)

soundtrack: on a clear day by joe hisaishi

a/n: i’m ngl i actually like this lol so i hope you guys do too! tysm @rintaroll​​ for being my beta and for the song rec mwah ily (ew) <3

A light smattering of clouds paint the blue sky in splashes of white, providing you with a little bit of shade from the otherwise bright afternoon sun.

You gaze at the little ducks waddling around on the pond, following their mother’s path. Unconsciously, you feel your lips curl up into a smile.

“What are you looking at?” Megumi murmurs, face turned towards you as he uses his hand to block out the sun from his eyes.

Humming, you give him a cheeky smile. “Nothing.”

He scrunches his face slightly, biting back a smile. He's used to your antics at this point.

Using his forearm to cover his eyes, Megumi sighs contently, shifting the position of his head on your lap to make himself more comfortable. The added weight on your thighs feel comforting, almost. Like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

The two of you stay in silence for a while as you bask in each other’s presence, enjoying the moment. The dark-haired boy plucks a stray dandelion beside him, inspecting it closely.

“Do you,” he starts, hesitating. You hum, urging him to continue. “Do you believe in soulmates?”

You stay quiet for a while, pondering his question. “I think I do, actually,” you admit. “It’s kinda sweet—the idea of it all. I’d like to think that there’s someone out there who’s meant for me, y’know?”

Megumi closes his eyes, his eyelashes fluttering as he considers your answer. He's really pretty, you think to yourself.

“Don’t you think it’s a little bit dumb?” He asks finally.

The bluntness of his words takes you by surprise. You laugh, gazing down at him with a fond look in your eyes. There’s a small frown on his lips; the crease between his brows a little more pronounced than usual.

Carding your fingers through his hair, you watch as he relaxes under your touch, the tension leaving his shoulders bit by bit.

You settle on a simple question. “What makes you say that?”

Megumi sighs, “The whole ‘fate and destiny’ thing. I think not being able to live your life the way you want to is a little depressing.” He purses his lips. “What if you don’t like your soulmate?”

You turn to look at the ducks again, but they were nowhere to be found. Now, the pond was silent, and there were no ripples in sight.

The pleasant smell of earth seeps into your lungs as you breathe in. Never in a million years would you have expected to have this kind of conversation with him.

You didn’t exactly peg him as someone who would be interested in the concept of soulmates at all. A soft smile graces your lips.

“Well, I suppose there should be a system to prevent that,” you squint, “maybe they would make it so that it’s impossible for you to hate your soulmate.”

Megumi clicks his tongue. “That just makes us robots then.”

This makes you grin. “Robots?”

“Yeah,” he mumbles, now shy. “If that's the case, you really have no choice in your thoughts and feelings, it simply strips your humanity away from you.”

You stop running your fingers through his hair for a moment and Megumi shifts, nudging your hand with his head to get you to continue. Cute.

Amused, you ask him, “Well, what if soulmates are real, and I’m not your soulmate, what would you do?”

He plucks another dandelion from the ground and inspects it before holding it close to his chest.

“It won’t change anything.” He says, not an ounce of hesitation in his words.

“Wouldn’t you wanna find your real soulmate?” You inquire, the flames of curiosity dancing in your eyes.

Without wasting a second, he sits up, turning around to face you. He studies your face for a second, eyes traveling down the curve of your nose and down to the slight upturn of your lips before returning to hold your gaze. 

Megumi speaks, eyebrows furrowed. “No. the fates or the heavens or whatever the hell is controlling our destiny won’t have any effects on my choices. I’m not about to be another pawn in the gods’ game of love. It’s the least I can do.”

And you laugh, light and bubbly; ignoring the fact that your chest feels abundantly lighter after his statement.

“You’re really serious about this, huh?”

His cheeks flare up, the headstrong confidence from a minute ago now gone, replaced by the charming bashfulness only a few have had the privilege to see. 

“Well,” he mumbles, “I’m not gonna leave you just ‘cause some prophecy tells me to. I like you. A lot.” Maybe a little too much, but he doesn’t tell you this.

The breeze tickles your face. “Yeah?”

Megumi refuses to meet your eyes, but he continues. “I want to spend the rest of my life with someone I chose myself. Soulmate or not.”

It is not his words that make your heart flutter—it’s the quiet blossoms in his cheeks, the sureness in his voice. If fate was a human, you’re sure that he’d fight her with no hesitation. Heck, even if she was a god, knowing Megumi, he would fight her too, even if it’ll cost him his life.

You watch him twirl the stem of dandelion between his fingertips. He doesn’t blow on it, nor does he make a wish like anyone else would in the presence of the perennial, he simply observes the flutters of white falling from its head. 

“So you would defy destiny if you had to?” You ask, knowing exactly what his answer would be even before he utters another word.

“Yes.” his dark eyes are steady, not a drop of uncertainty swimming in its depths. 

The soft breeze suddenly feels a little too warm for comfort. “That’s awfully romantic, don’t you think?”

And he blinks at you, but he does not yield. “Well, I just think soulmates are awfully unromantic.” He says, the corner of his lips twitching slightly.

A genuine laugh bubbles out from your chest. “You’re a curious one, Fushiguro Megumi.”

The smile on his lips is a fond one. “What about you?” He props his chin on the palm of his hand. “What would you do if soulmates are real?”

“Ah,” you pretend to think, “you’d be my soulmate then.”

He rolls his eyes at you, but the tips of his ears are dipped in vermillion. “But what if I’m not your soulmate?”

You spare him nothing but a glance, rising to your feet before brushing the dirt off your pants. As you squint at the setting sun, a contented sigh escapes your lips. On days like these, you could fully take in the beauty of the afternoon sky as you observe the shades of reds and golds dancing in the heavens.

“Then I’m afraid I’ll have to leave you to find my one true love.” You hum, biting back a laugh.

The dark-haired boy scoffs and stands up, walking towards you with his hands in his pockets. Half a smile graces his lips as he reaches for your waist, pulling you close. With the sort of tenderness he reserves just for you, Megumi rests his forehead against yours. He feels warm.

Megumi smells faintly of the earth—a product of the hours he spent sitting under the sun with you—along with a hint of the cool menthol shampoo he uses to wash his hair. And together, they create a blanket of comfort and familiarity, one that you’ve grown to call home. You breathe in.

“I won’t let you leave.” He mumbles, eyes fluttering shut. His palms feel comfortably warm on your waist; gentle and light, yet sure and heavy at the same time.

There’s a playful sparkle in your eyes as your lips curl up into a smile. “I know you won’t.”

per·en·ni·al /pəˈrenēəl/

(n.) a perennial plant

(adj.) lasting or existing for a long or apparently infinite time; enduring or continually recurring.

a/n: as always, reblogs are highly appreciated! please let me know what you think of this fic, i always love hearing from you all! also: yes, there’s another flower symbolism in this piece lol <3

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[iwaslut]

— SUGAR DADDY REINER!

note: i want this sad man’s dick in my mouth 

ft. reiner braun

warning: fem!reader, nsfw, oral (male receiving), slightly subby reiner, use of princess

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SUGAR DADDY!REINER

Unexpectedly, the reason that Reiner becomes a sugar daddy is because of Porco.

He made some snide dig at Reiner that the only way he’d be able to get a girl is by being her sugar daddy.

Reiner brushed him off and chalked it up to Porco’s usual animosity, but it got Reiner thinking.

Reiner doesn’t have much experience with women and he’s lonely. Although he doesn’t want to admit it, he’s unbearably lonely. He craves human affection, but he’s always had a difficult time approaching women and given his current mental state, he’s just in no position to pursue a real relationship with someone.

But what Reiner does have is a fuck ton of money. He has a relatively well-paying job and all he does is save all of it besides when he spoils Gabi and her friends every once in awhile.

So that’s how Reiner comes in contact with you.

You have experience with being a sugar baby. You know how to play the game, immersing yourself in whatever role that will make you the most profit.

It’s hard sometimes. Forcing yourself to bat your eyelashes and let out faux airy laughter whenever one of your clients says some stupid shit, bragging about their job or flaunting their newest purchase.

Reiner, however, is like a fresh breath of air. He’s just so innocent.

It becomes apparent to you through your first interaction with the man. The first thing you note is that he’s handsome, in a rugged sort of way, and that he looks highly uncomfortable, which isn’t uncommon.

Like you thought, he quickly confesses that he’s never done this sort of thing before.

You assure him that’s okay, but cut to the chase, asking him what he wants from this arrangement and what sort of compensation can you expect.

Reiner tells you that all he wants is companionship. He doesn’t really have any expectations and he doesn’t want to pressure you into doing anything that you may be uncomfortable with.

He says that in return, whenever the two of you are together, he’ll buy you whatever you want and that he’ll pay you a set amount every week.

You’re sold. Honestly, this might be your best deal yet. Reiner’s handsome, not that much older that you, and from your limited interaction, he seems genuine.

He’s also going to be paying you a fuck ton of money, which doesn’t hurt either.

When you depart from your meeting, you’re left feeling content and eager to see how this arrangement will play out.

It turns out that Reiner’s good company. Although this is a job in your eyes, you don’t mind the time you spend with Reiner. He’s not the greatest conversationalist, but he’s an attentive listener and will add comments here and there when you talk.

You also quickly realize that what Reiner is in search of is emotional support. You don’t pry and he doesn’t exactly bring it up, but you can tell that something’s happened to him that’s left him haunted. It’s in the way he carries himself, as if he carries an unseen burden on his shoulders.

The nights you spend together are pretty tame. A lot of cuddling and maybe some making out. The first night you spent together, you thought Reiner was going to faint with how red and nervous he got. You had to inform him that it was indeed okay if he touched you and playfully promised that you wouldn’t break if he did.

Reiner was awfully stiff when you first lied your head against his shoulder, but he began to relax as the night continued.

After awhile Reiner becomes more comfortable with physical touch and begins to actively seek it out from you. It becomes normal for him to hold your hand when you’re walking around or toss an arm over your shoulders when you’re watching a film.

He’s still adorably shy when he kisses you.

Oh and he spoils you so much. It’s almost overwhelming. Your gaze could linger on an item for a second too long and Reiner would buy it for you without any prompting.

It gets to the point where you have to tell Reiner that he doesn’t have to buy you everything that you look at. He just smiles at you when you say that and replies that he doesn’t mind spending money on you.

Who are you to argue with that?

You come to care greatly for Reiner. You wouldn’t say it’s love, but it’s more than you’ve felt for any of your previous sugar daddies.

So you happily offer to help him forget whatever’s tormenting him.

“You—ah—you really don’t have to do this.”

You pout, peering up through your lashes to glare at Reiner. “I know,” you state with a smack of your lips.

“I want to do this,” you purr, dragging the blunt edges of your nails down Reiner’s bare chest. His abs instinctively flex underneath your light touch as you trace the contours of his body until they lead you to the waistband of his slacks. You fiddle with his belt loops, reveling in the shudder that wracks throughout Reiner’s body.

“Okay,” Reiner breathes out, placing a gentle palm on the back of your head, “Go ahead, Princess.”

Kneeling in between his sturdy thighs, you unbutton his slacks with deft fingers and quickly yank them down to pool around his ankles. Your mouth nearly waters when you see the outline of his cock hidden underneath the thin material of his briefs and the wet patch of pre where his tip is. 

“Fuck,” Reiner exhales when you drag the flat of your palm over his clothed cock and massage the head with your fingers through the flimsy fabric. He lifts his hips off the chair for you to peel his briefs off of him. His dick hits his thigh with a resounding smack.

Oh. Oh. He’s big. He’s not incredibly long, but Reiner’s thick. 

His breath hitches when you place kisses on his hips and playfully nip at his thighs. “Don’t tease—shit.” He’s cut off with a groan when you suddenly lick a stripe along the underside of his length. His hands tangled in your hair tighten their grip before easing up once more.

Heat pools in your lower stomach, your panties sticky with arousal. You brace yourself, placing your hands on Reiner’s thighs, and take the tip of his cock in your mouth. It doesn’t taste bad, you think when you swirl your tongue around his head, licking his precum clean off and swallowing around him. You relax your jaw and slowly take him further down your throat, lifting a hand from his thigh to reach down and massage one of his balls that lie hot and heavy underneath. Reiner hisses and bucks his hips up in response. You take deep inhales through your nose as you work your way down Reiner’s cock, mouth stretching wide around his girth.

You’re forced to pull yourself off about halfway through to breathe. You look up from in between his thighs when Reiner pets your hair and runs a thumb along your bottom lip. “So pretty,” he mutters, chest heaving, when you take his thumb into your mouth and slowly begin to suck on it.

“You’re not too bad yourself,” you quip with a cheeky grin, “Now sit back and look pretty for me.”

You smooth your hands over the expanse of his thighs before taking his cock in your mouth again. Reiner moans, loudly, when you slacken your jaw and hollow your cheeks, determination blazing underneath your skin. Your mouth is stuffed full and you gag when the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat, nose buried in blond curls at the base of him.

“Yeah, just like that Princess—fuck,” Reiner grits out. He shudders and harshly bucks his hips up into your mouth when you cup his balls and massage them with your hands. It’s not long until Reiner’s spilling into your mouth with a loud cry. You swallow his load and slow your pace down, gently sucking and working him through his orgasm until he’s twitching in overstimulation. You pull off with a wet pop and rest your head against his thigh.

“Such a good boy, Reiner,” you sweetly coo, tracing circles on his pelvis bone, causing him to shiver. You grin up at him, eyes swirling with heavy lust and mischief.

“But we’re not done yet.”

[tangerine-stained-hands]

Burning Caverns

Wilbur Soot x Reader

~1791~

NSFW One shot

  You walked down the stairs of your new home, Pogtopia, one of Wilburs trench coats tied snug around your body so as to not show your clothes. It had been weeks since your boyfriend had come laid in bed with you, or laided you. And needless to say you were getting a bit needy, your hand could only do so much as to pleasure you as he could. So, you decided you would give him a little visit in his office, and give yourself the sweet release you were so wanting.

  The lights in the walls flickered as you downed the hallway to his office, hand brushing against the wall with one hand as the other gripped the coat. Your body was buzzing with excitement as you came upon his office, the door cracked open a smidge.

  “Wilbur? Can I come in?” You asked, knocking lightly on the doorframe.

  You heard a hushed ‘come in’, and promptly nudged the door open, taking sight of a hunched over Wilbur, lit by a half burnt candle that sat on his desk. Papers strewn across the desk as he looked over various maps that held messy writing and half drawn battle plans. An ink bottle laid on its side, the contents of it emptied from various scribbles and plans across the multitude of papers.

  With a small, almost sad smile, you made your way over to Wilbur, placing a hand on his arm. “When’s the last time you slept?” 

  He shrugged, tired eyes switching from paper to paper. You frowned, and stood in between him and the desk, tilting his chin with your hand, making him look at you instead of his papers. 

  “What are you-?” He began, but you cut him off, pressing two fingers slightly against his lips. With a gentle push, he landed in his chair, hands gripping the arm rests as you gently settled yourself upon his lap. 

  “You need to take care of yourself hon,” You murmured, arms looping around his neck. “It’s not healthy to push yourself like this.”

  Wilbur avoided your looks, face ridden with guilt. He knew how much you worried about him. “I’m sorry love. Is there anything I can do to make up for worrying you?”

  You held his face in your hands, giving him a small kiss on the tip of his nose. “Promise me you’ll get some sleep. And spend a night with me. It’s been far too long since either of us have had a release.”

  His checks lightly flushed with blush, hands quickly coming to your waist as he met your gaze. “I can do that. Suppose we could spend this night together?”

  Heat rose in you, a smile forming on your lips. “I’d like that. Fortunately, I’m already dressed for it.” 

  Taking a small breathe, you untied the trench coat, revealing the lace lingerie you wore, along with a lace choker. “I got a little impatient with waiting.” You spoke sheepishly.

  “You are,” He took a pause, drinking you in. “So absolutely beautiful darling.” 

  You smiled, ang gingerly slipped off his lap, dropping the trench coat on the ground as you walked over to the office door, closing and locking it. You didn’t want anyone disturbing you two.

  Wilbur held his arms out as you made your way back over to him, sitting on his lap as his arms wrapped around your waist, your arms wrapping around his neck as you pulled him in for a kiss. The kiss was full of hunger and love, both of you craving each other.

  His fingers brushed against your underwear as he ran his hands up and down your waist, hungry to touch you. You pressed yourself flush against his chest, fingers threading through his hair. You could already feel how aroused you were, his touches making you melt into him. 

  You pulled back from the kiss, tongue flicking against his lips as you opened your eyes. Wilbur looked at you, tilting his head slightly. You leaned your head down, kissing his neck softly, causing him to shiver. Your tongue brushed against his skin as you bit and sucked, leaving marks all across his skin. His tender hands gripped your hips, squeezing hard enough to hurt, but you didn’t mind.

  As you pulled back from his neck, a satisfying ‘pop’ noise being made, you felt something growing in your boyfriends pants, causing you to grind against his lap, hearing a breathy moan escape his lips. You bit your lip, looking him in the eyes as you continued to grind down on him. He began to melt under you, soft pants and moans passing through his lips.

  “Darling I-” Wilbur shuddered under you, leaning into your shoulder.

  Through his jeans you could feel him throb, he was close. You however were not ready for him to have his release. As he began to kiss and bite your shoulder, you stopped grinding, a mischievous grin forming on your lips. His hips bucked against yours, chasing any friction he could get.

  “No no no, not yet.” You bit his earlobe softly. “You still need to pleasure me babe.”

  Wilbur bit his lip, smothering a growl into your shoulder. He lifted you up, swiping off all the papers, then set you on the desk. 

  You laid back as he pulled down your underwear. Your heart beating loudly in your chest as he leaned down in his chair, his mouth quickly latching onto your already wet pussy. You let out a soft moan, hands gripping the desk as he went to work, his tongue flicking up and down on your clit.

  Your back arched, hand quickly gripping his hair, pulling him closer to you. His teeth grazed against your sensitive skin as his tongue moved skillfully. Pleasure quickly rose, causing you to moan loudly.

  “God,, Wilbur” You moaned, eyes rolling to the back of your head. “Your pretty mouth has such a way of pleasuring me.” 

  Your compliment lit a fire in him, causing him to slip a finger inside of you as he continued to stimulate with his tongue. The burning feeling in you tightened, causing you to wrap your legs around Wilbur, holding him in place as he brought you closer and closer to the sweet release you so craved. 

  With a strangled moan you came, Wilburs tongue lapping around you as your legs twitched, quickly becoming overstimulated. When he had finally pulled away, you sat up, panting heavily. His hands found your hips, gently helping you off the desk. 

  As your feet touched the ground, you reached for his belt, quickly undoing it, and tugged his pants down, the tent that had grown becoming a lot more free. You smirked slightly, and tugged down the waistband, letting him spring forth. Precum was already dripping from the tip. 

  You bit your lip, then crawled up onto his lap, positioning yourself over him. His lips found yours, encompassing you in a rough, needy kiss, before you slammed yourself down onto his lap, moans escaping both of you. His hands held you roughly, nails slightly digging into your skin. You gripped his hair, tugging him back slightly as you bounced, slick noises coming from each movement. 

  You smiled widely into him, finally getting what you so craved for so long. You were so come over with pleasure as you rode him, you could barely hear the knocking on the door. But Wilbur hand. 

  “Nhg, wait wait,” He whispered into the kiss, holding you from moving. You whined, tugging softly at his hair. “Someone’s at the door.”

  “Wilbur? Are you in there?” It was Fundy.

  “Y-yeah, I’m here.” He answered, trying to steady his voice. 

  “Could you open the door? I wanted to talk to you about some battle plans.” Fundy jiggled the handle.

  You looked at Wilbur, tightening around him as you slowly moved up and down on his cock. You wanted to see how much you could tease the man as he spoke with his son. 

  Wilbur let out a small moan into your shoulder, giving a small glare as you smirked. “I’m actually um, doing something important right now. I-it would be better for you to come back later.” His voice stuttered as you licked his neck.

  “Are you ok.? I know everything’s been hard, and you’ve been working your ass off. Y/n was talking to me about how worried they were about you. We’re all worried.” Fundy spoke, concern lacing his voice. 

  “I’m ok.” Wilbur looked at you, a small smile forming on his lips. “I’m going to take care of myself tonight, and spend some time out of the office. Let me finish this up, then I’ll go rest, yeah? We can talk more tomorrow.” 

  Fundy’s hand left the door. “Alright. I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

  As his footsteps faded, you pulled Wilbur in for a deep kiss, mumbling how much you loved him as your lips pressed against his. Wilbur mumbled back sorries and I love you’s, fingers lightly brushing over your buzzing skin.

  You began bouncing once again, loving whispers filling your ears as moans bubbled up from your chest. Your chest brushed against his, your sensitive skin brushing against his soft sweater. Wilburs hands shifted from your hips to your thighs, thrusting gently, yet fast, chasing the contact with you. 

  “Wilbur,” You breathed out, moaning into his ear. “I want you to cum inside me. No pulling out this time.”

  “But what about- what if you get pregnant?” His movements slowed, looking you in the eyes.

  “Don’t worry, I’m, ah, I won’t.” Your muscles began to twitch, getting awfully close to your second release.

  “If you say so love.” He began to quicken his pace, biting your shoulder as his hips stuttered, slamming you down on his lap as he came. You twitched, moaning as you felt him fill you up, back arching. 

  As you came down from the cum high, Wilbur kissed you all over, whispering small ‘I love you’s’ as you leaned into him, gripping around his cock. Your chest heaved, your arms wrapped around his neck.

  As you held onto him, not wanting to let go, he leaned down, grabbing the trench coat. “Love, I’ll carry you to our room, but you’ve got to put the coat on. I don’t want anyone to see your lovely body.”

  You blushed softly, then kissed him softly, slipping the trench coat on. “You’re gonna have to walk down the halls with your dick in me. I’m not letting you go yet.”

  Wilburs cheeks turned bright red, fingers drumming on your waist. You gave a cheeky smile, then wrapped your legs around his waist as he stood up, his arms holding you close to him. You loved this man so much.

[omgrachwrites]

One Night - Prince Caspian

Pairing: Prince Caspian x Reader

Summary: When your divorce finally goes through, your friend Peter invites you to the pub and introduces you to a beautiful young man. Modern Au.

Warnings: fluff, slight mentions of sex, Caspian is younger than Susan and Peter

Words: 1605

A/N: This was an idea that just came to me, but I hope you guys enjoy it and please let me know what you think! I love you all very much! xxx

You fastened your earring with a shaky smile as you made your way into the living room where your ten-year-old son, Jake was watching TV with his godmother Susan. They both seemed to be perfectly content but you were still unsure. Without taking her eyes from the TV screen, Susan spoke up, a small smile on her face.

“I can hear your mind ticking away from here.”

You sighed, Susan knew you too well, “maybe I should just stay in and eat pizza with you guys.”

Susan gasped as she tore her eyes away from the screen to look at you with wide eyes, “you can’t! You need a night out, a night out when you don’t have to worry about anything.”

Jake spoke up in a small voice, “you need to go and have fun, mum.”

You kissed his forehead with a tutting noise, “none of this is your fault baby, you do know that right?”

Jake shrugged as he looked down at the carpet, running his feet over it, “but, I haven’t made things any easier have I?” Jake had been getting into a spot of trouble at school recently, due to the new friends that he was hanging around with.

Both Susan and Jake made very valid points, you desperately needed a night out, “are you sure that you guys are going to be okay?” you knew that Susan was more than capable but you were still a little hesitant to leave.

“Yes, mum!”

“What he said!” Susan laughed as she got off the couch and pulled you into a tight hug, “have fun, and make sure my brother gives you free drinks, I think there’s someone that he wants you to meet.”

Great, you thought, almost rolling your eyes but instead, you gave Susan a sweet smile and a wave, “be good,” you warned Jake and kissed the top of his head before you were out of the door.

Thankfully, the pleasant pub that Peter worked in was quiet – there were less people to think that you were a loser for being on your own. As you walked through the door, the handsome golden haired man looked up at you with a cheeky grin.

“Hey, Y/N, I didn’t even think that you were going to show up.”

You smirked as you slid onto a bar stool and gestured to yourself, “well, I’m just full of surprises.”

Peter laughed, “that you are, what will it be?”

“A glass of Merlot would be lovely.”

“Yes ma’am,” he gave you a mock salute, causing you to roll your eyes as you slipped your jacket from your shoulders and ran your fingers through your hair.

As Peter placed the glass of red wine in front of you, you took a sip of it and glanced up at Peter to thank him, stopping short when you noticed that he was smirking at something over your shoulder, “what?” you asked, eyeing him warily.

“There’s someone that I want you to meet,” he tipped his head and you looked over your shoulder.

There was a gorgeous man with long dark hair, walking away from the toilets with his eyes on his phone. He was beautiful but he looked pretty young. With a raised eyebrow, you turned back to look at Peter, “him?”

“Yes, him. What’s the matter with him?”

With a great sigh, you took a huge gulp of your wine, “how old is he?”

“Twenty-five, there’s only seven years between you two,” Peter argued and you bit his lip as you considered his words.

“Yes, but I think that you’re forgetting that I’m a divorced single parent.”

Peter rolled his eyes and lowered his voice to a hiss, “for God’s sake Y/N! Have you never heard of casual sex? You seriously need to get some,” he said before he glanced up at the young man, “Caspian, this is Y/N.”

You turned to look at Caspian and found that his dark eyes were on yours and you almost gasped. He smiled at you so sweetly that it took your breath away, “it’s good to meet you, Y/N. I’ve heard a lot about you,” he smiled, his voice was warm and smooth.

“Funny,” you glared at Peter, “I haven’t heard a thing about you.”

Peter let out a laugh, loud and fake as he grinned at you but he was shooting daggers at you with his eyes, “she’s kidding, of course. Want another beer man?”

Instead of answering Peter, his eyes flickered over to you, “can I join you, Y/N?”

There was no chance that you were going to say no to this gorgeous man, not when he was looking at you like that, “of course.”

Caspian grinned, making his eyes shine and the edges of his eyes crinkle, “then, I’ll have another beer and whatever the lady’s having,” he smiled at you and you almost swooned like a teenage girl, “you’re a doctor, right?” when you nodded with a smile, he asked further, “what made you want to be a doctor?”

You could feel Peter’s eyes looking between the both of you, so you turned your whole body to face Caspian, “well you know in Biology when you had to dissect the frog? Well, everyone was so excited to cut it up but all I wanted to do was put it back together,” you smiled around your wine glass, “I’m a fixer,” you chewed your lip as you took another gulp of wine, “what is it that you do?”

Caspian smiled as he leaned back in his chair and ran a hand through his hair and you watched him, almost entranced, “I’m a Primary School teacher,” he laughed as you raised an eyebrow, wondering why anybody would want to be a teacher, “I had rubbish teachers growing up, so I don’t know, I guess I just wanted to make a difference.”

You smiled as you rested your chin on your hand, “that’s awfully noble of you.”

Caspian laughed nervously as the colour blossomed along his cheekbones, “it’s selfish really."

It turned out that Caspian was really easy to talk to and soon away you had moved away from the bar and onto a table, the one by the warm fire. You were still caught up about the age difference, you were trying to forget your ex-husband and Caspian had never even been married. It seemed that you had had different experiences of life but Caspian didn’t seem to care, if you didn’t know any better you would say that he liked you. There was a lingering touch here and a pining look there and he had you well and truly under his thumb.

“Do you smoke? Want to come out for one?” he asked as he pulled the packet of cigarettes from his jacket pocket.

“I don’t smoke but I could do with some fresh air,” you smiled, feeling the heat of the flush on your neck and he grinned at you as he stood up and you followed suit. Peter smirked at you as you walked through the quaint pub and he winked at the both of you.

Caspian slouched against the brick wall as only a man could slouch as he closed his lips around the cigarette and lit it, covering the flame against the howling wind. He sighed, looking up at the velvet night sky as he took a long drag of it, blowing the smoke out of the corner of his mouth. Your mind seemed to cloud over as you watched him smoke and the copious amounts of wine didn’t seem to help either, or at least you would blame it on the wine in the morning.

Caspian looked at you through heavy lidded eyes and it seemed that you both had the same idea as you threw yourselves at each other and he pulled you into a kiss. You gasped into his open mouth as you clutched his hair and pushed him against the brick wall, making him groan. With a sigh, you rested your hands on his chest as his hands slid down to his waist and your teeth caught on his bottom lip, making a groan rumble in his chest as you pulled away.

“Damn, woman,” he laughed breathlessly as he rested his forehead against yours, “so glad that Peter introduced us.”

“Me too,” you smiled.

“I don’t want to presume but do you want to come round to my place? Carry this on there?” he smirked and you felt a warmth rise in your chest and you almost agreed.

“I can’t, my best friend is looking after my son and I don’t want her to have to say the night.”

He nodded with a look of understanding as he cupped your cheek, “of course, I understand, another time.”

When he finished his cigarette, he laced his fingers through yours and you walked back into the pub to get another drink. Peter looked up with a smirk, “Susan has offered to stay the night to look after Jake if you wanted to spend the night somewhere else? Looks like you two are getting on pretty well,” his eyes flickered between you and Caspian.

Instead of getting bashful over his words – you were a grown woman – you looked at Caspian with a smirk, “is the offer of a sleepover still on the table?”

You could have sworn that you saw Caspian’s pupils dilate, “you bet it is, let’s go,” he smirked as he pulled you away from the bar, kissing your cheek.

With a glance over your shoulder, you grinned at Peter and gave him a wave, “thanks for introducing us Peter!”

[ptergwen]

Could you write a fic where Tom is in an interview and talking about the reader as his current gf and also being his first love/childhood love?

woah i wrote kind of a lot like we got DETAILED here 😭 have fun

tom’s love life has been the topic of many conversations over the years. he’s gotten countless questions about who he’s dating and what he looks for in a partner. you’d think the hype would die down at some point, but no. even more rumors have begun to spiral as he promotes cherry.

thank the nosy interviewers for that. they’re taking all their chances to get up close and personal.

“so, let’s talk about love,” an interviewer prompts tom one afternoon. he sits up straighter in his chair, expression serious. “sure, let’s.” “what do you think about it?” she’s being vague so she’ll get the most clickable answers. “do you mean, like, in this film? or just in life?” tom wears a curious smirk now. he glances off to the side, where you’re sat watching.

you’ve been sitting in on his interviews as of late to keep him entertained. as much as the movie means to him, he gets bored of answering the same questions about it. having you there to snicker at his jokes or blow him kisses really livens things up. it’s been that way since you were little. you’re always cheering tom up even if he doesn’t realize he needs any.

“both,” the woman replies, mirroring his cheeky smile. “right, that’s what i thought.” tom clears his throat and raises an eyebrow. “so i’m not mistaken, love in my own life?” “anything you feel like sharing.” she beams into the camera while he nods to himself. you give tom a little smile of approval, which he catches from the corner of his eye. he chuckles at the gesture.

“easy enough. i’ll start with cherry, then,” he decides, getting back into the movie. the interviewer nods for him to go on. “you know, cherry’s always been kind of unlucky in the relationship department.” tom pauses for a moment to collect his thoughts. “until he meets emily, and things are still a bit complicated with her. i’d say it’s the same way for me.”

you jaw drops off camera, tom doing his best to stifle a laugh. he’s the biggest tease to walk this earth. “oh, that can’t be right,” tom’s interviewer insists with a mischievous grin. “you’re one of the most eligible bachelors out there.” “not exactly eligible, actually,” he mutters and twiddles his thumbs in his lap. a smile creeps onto his face.

she doesn’t miss that. “you do have a special someone after all?” tom squints at her through the screen. “after all? who’s been asking?” he jokes, the woman laughing like it’s the funniest thing she’s ever heard. “everyone has. the entire world.” you make wide eyes at tom. he’s never given many details about his dating life before, so this is a big step to take.

“well,” he starts, glancing over at you subtly. “yes, i’m a taken man.” “by who?” the interviewer blurts. she’s the first person to get anything out of him. “um,” tom breathes out an awkward laugh. you mouth it’s okay to him, ready to give the people what they’ve been craving.

you’ve had this conversation with tom a couple of times. he’s never wanted to put any pressure on you about going public, so it’s been your call if and when you do. now, you’ve made it.

“my, uh, my best friend. it’s not harrison, for those of you who know him.” tom bites back another smile. you sport one of your own, the tips of his ears turning red. “does this best friend have a name?” the woman questions. he looks to you again for your permission to say it. you think about it for a few seconds, then you give in.

“it’s y/n. you might recognize her,” tom explains, shifting in his chair. “she’s been on my instagram a few times, other stuff like that,” the interviewer makes a mental note to insert his posts of you in the video. “yes, yes. i think i do. you said she’s your best friend?” she clasps her hands. he’s fully blushing now, you giggling quietly at the sight.

“since secondary school, yeah. we met in one of our classes. english, i believe,” tom hums. “i was sitting alone, so she came and sat next to me.” he’s grinning at the fond memory. you feel your face starting to get hot. “how sweet. it seems like you became fast friends,” the woman suggests, throwing more questions out.

“what happened that turned your friendship to a relationship?”

it was when you were two wiser and more experienced adults that you and tom came to understand your connection. there was one moment specifically that turned you from friends to something more, though. tom will share that story with his interviewer, since it seems like she’s into the gossip.

“we didn’t seal the deal until a couple of years ago.” tom breathes out a laugh at what he’s about to say. you’re well aware of it, rolling your eyes playfully. “but, there was a moment when we were kids that i knew i really liked her.” “please, spill,” tom’s interviewer happily requests. he gladly obliges.

“y/n asked me to practice kissing with her because she liked some other bloke.” tom whispers to his camera, “which wasn’t true, by the way. we’ll get to that.” you silently groan and throw your head back on your chair. he shoots you a wink before continuing. “she wanted to go out with him, and said it was a best friend’s job to help her... prepare.”

you press a kiss to your middle finger and stick it up at tom. “precious,” he sarcastically mumbles in response. “what happened next?” the woman reels him back in. tom focuses on the screen again. “right. so, i did some research on how to kiss.” he shakes his head at his former self. “i really should’ve been studying for my A levels or something.”

“when i’m all ready, i invite y/n/n over so we can ‘practice’.” tom makes air quotes around the world, you murmuring, “i hate you,” only for him to hear. “i don’t know what website i used, but it was clearly awful.” he holds a hand up to pretend it’s your face. “i went in, and i just, like, stuck my tongue down her throat. like this.” he’s recreating the moment, you cringing at the vivid image you get.

“oh, no. what did she do?” the interviewer gives tom a pained look. “she nearly vomited, is what she did. ran home right after.” tom puffs air out of his cheeks. you press your lips together in satisfaction. “anyway, we’re reminiscing on it a few years later, and y/n/n tells me something very interesting.” leaning forward, the woman gestures for him to say it.

“i was the bloke she was gonna ask out, but my terrible kissing skills, or lack thereof, scared her off.” he exchanges a knowing look with you. his interviewer gasps. “i was like... are you fucking kidding me?” he only mouths the fucking part even though it’s getting bleeped. that makes you snort. “there’s a turning point, there’s a turning point,” tom reassures everyone.

“i told her i’ve gotten better since then, and we should try again if she wanted.” the interviewer puts a hand on her heart. “did you?” tom lets out a content sigh. “we did, and then we had a long talk about feelings and all that shit.” you make a heart with your fingers for him. he puckers his lips to mime kissing you, without tongue. “we’ve been together ever since.”

“what a lovely story. thank you for sharing that with me,” the woman butters him up more. she gets another idea. “now that you two are official, do we get to meet her?” “you kind of have,” tom retorts, but still checks with you. not expecting anything to come of this, you only shrug.

“i’ve noticed you looking off camera quite a lot. is y/n there?” his interviewer points out, much to both of your surprise. you’ve been at this for weeks, and she’s the only one to say something. “uh, she is,” tom finds himself admitting. he’s a terrible liar, so he almost had to. “tell her to come say hi!” the woman pushes. you look horrified when tom peeks over.

“no, no. i don’t wanna put her on the spot,” he brushes it off. “she’s a bit... camera shy.” “come on, just for a second!” she persists, waving you over like she can see you. this lady is starting to get on your nerves. “you just told me about that steamy kiss of yours. what’s the difference?” tom quirks an eyebrow. “i don’t know if-“

he stops mid sentence when you appear next to him. it’s to shut the interviewer up. although, you might as well reveal yourself before paparazzi do it.

“never mind,” tom grins a toothy grin up at you. “you wanna have a seat, darling?” “happy to,” you hum as he pats his knee. you take your spot on his thigh, an arm slinging around his neck. he wraps his around your middle. the interviewer is so stunned, she’s finally out of things to say. this could quite literally break the internet.

your voice a low whisper, you speak into his ear. “i can’t believe i’m doing this. you should’ve stopped me.” tom squeezes you closer and tilts his head to the side. “what if i didn’t want to?” “my god.” you plant a quick kiss on his cheek, leaving tom’s mouth hanging open.

“there’s your thumbnail.”

[forever-rogue]

Idk if you’re still taking Bucky requests, but I came across a quote and I feel in love with it because it just screamed Bucky to me. It read: “there is nothing as beautiful as seeing someone who has been unlucky, finally being loved so effortlessly by the right person” if this sparks anything in you, I would love to read it 💜

Pairing | Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 1.9k

Warnings | dad!Bucky, slight language, slight suggestive theme

Masterlists | Bucky, Main

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Bucky bit back a yawn as he closed the car door and headed towards the front door. The smell of spring, the freshly mowed grass and blooming flowers overwhelmed his senses along with the warm summer sun hitting his skin. This was nice, he realized, the calculated simplicity and domestic nature of it all. He hiked his bag on his shoulder, the gold in his vibranium arm glinting brilliantly in the slowly dying light of the day. He didn’t bother to hide it anymore, somehow long past that part of his life. At one point he never thought he’d reach that point in his life and now he had the world in front of him. 

Walking up the stairs, he smiled to himself as he could already smell something delicious cooking through the open windows. In a vain attempt to keep the household from falling into complete and utter chaos, he slowly opened the door and tried to tip-toe inside. He managed to get about two feet inside and kick off his work boots before he heard an exciting squeal followed by a few loud woofs. 

The pitter-patter of two small feet and four paws quickly reached him as Falcon, the trusted family dog, and Emily, your oldest daughter, ran down the hall towards him. Any stress he had remaining quickly melted away at the sight of two of his favorite beings as they almost knocked him over in their rush. 

“Daddy!” an excited shout was followed by another bark. He bent down and scooped the small girl in his arms, the weight of the world off his shoulders as she wrapped her little arms around his neck, “hi daddy, you’re home!”

“Of course I am,” he propped her on his hip and studied her sweet little face. She took after him with his dark unruly hair and ocean eyes, but the rest he swore was all you, especially that sweet smile, “I’ll always come home to my sweetest girl. Did you have a good day, baby?”

“Yeah,” she nodded excitedly as he brushed her hair out of her face and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, “mama and I painted and then we planted some new flowers. She said she picked them out because they reminded her of you!”

“She did, did she?” he couldn’t stop the grin that spread from ear to ear as his heart fluttered in his chest. Even to this day you still managed to make him weak in the knees and set off butterflies in his belly. He held Emily tightly in his grip as he bent down to give Falcon a few pets, causing the dog to rub against his legs as he wagged his tail, “what would I do without my little hellraisers?”

“Mama says that’s a bad word!” Emily looked at him with wide eyes and he chuckled softly before holding a finger to his lips.

“It’s our little secret,” he whispered as she nodded, “do you know why this secret is okay?”

“Because it’s not gonna hurt anyone,” she asked as he nodded. She gave him a wide gap toothed grin as he set her back down, “will you play with me later, daddy? Falcon wants to have a tea party!”

“Of course,” he promised his daughter as she held tightly onto his hand, “now go and get cleaned up for dinner. It smells like it should all be done soon.”

“Okie dokie,” she dropped his hand and motioned for Falcon to follow her instead, practically bouncing up the stairs. 

Bucky sighed in content as he shook his head before slowly making his way into the kitchen where he was sure you were. He found at the island, brows furrowed in concentration as you chopped vegetables for the salad. Your baby boy was slung around your chest, and despite the commotion from Bucky’s entrance, he was fast asleep. A lump welled up in his throat as he watched the sight. It would be nothing special to most people, but to him it was everything.

You looked so beautiful, even in your sweatpants and t-shirt with your hair a chaotic bun as you hummed to the baby under your breath. You looked tired and he felt bad for a moment; leaving you with a toddler and a baby was a ton of work and he would have gladly stayed home with you and helped, but you were insistent that he work if he wanted. You’d never hold it against him, he knew that.

As soon as you sensed you his presence in the kitchen, you turned to him and gave him a soft smile, and his own features softened even more, “hello, my love. I’m so glad you’re so home!”

You set down the knife before slowly making your way over to him, careful not to disturb the baby as he immediately leaned down to kiss you. Your whole body was practically humming from his touch as you stole you a few more kisses, “rough day? You should have called me and I could have come home, honey baby.”

“It wasn’t bad actually,” you promised, watching with nothing but adoration in your eyes as he stroked Stevie’s chubby little cheek, “the chaos duo was on their best behavior today and the little one has been sleeping most of the day. I think he wore himself out from all his fussing last night.”

“Miracles do happen,” he laughed lightly as his hand went to your face and he gently stroked your cheek. You grinned at him, keening into his touch like a cat to the sun, “you are so beautiful.”

“Shut up,” you playfully pushed his chest before hiding your face behind your hands. Funny, how even after all this time he still managed to make you feel nervous and shy, “I’m in my ugliest mom clothes which I’m pretty sure these sweats have permanent puke stains, I haven’t showered today and I look like I haven’t slept in five years. Hardly beautiful.”

“You are the most gorgeous woman I have ever laid eyes on regardless of all of that,” he insisted softly, reaching for your hands and pulling them away from your face. Your whole body flushed with pleasant warmth as you looked into his eyes, “and I love you more than anything in this world.”

“You’re just saying that ‘cause I let you knock me up twice,” you joked as he playfully rolled his eyes, “god, Bucky, how do you still make me feel like this?”

“Like what?” he asked as he slowly moved to undo the sling from your chest and take the baby from you. Stevie made a few small sounds before cuddling up on Bucky’s chest. 

“Like I’m still falling in love with you every day,” you whispered as you leaned in and let him wrap arm around you as well. He kissed the top of your head before sighing in content, “I guess I am. We’re a little different every day - we’re definitely not the same fools from when we first met, huh?”

“I mean, we’re married and have kids, and the whole you know, typical suburban thing going on,” he teased, “so I’d say we’re pretty different. But you’re still my favorite pain in the ass.”

“James!” your eyes widened before the two of you broke into a fit of giggles, “I will get you back for that later!”

“Oh, I definitely count on it,” he promised, “now, go and take a few moments to yourself, shower or whatever, and I’ll finish dinner and get the kiddos and Falcon settled.”

“Whatever would I do without you, my love?”

“I think the better question is what would I do without you, honey baby?”

You blew him a little kiss as you all but ran towards the stairs in order to fit in a quick shower. Sometimes even ten minutes of peace and quiet would suffice. Bucky watched you go with a soft smile on his face, before turning his attention back to his softly cooing son, “your mama’s the best person in this entire world, I hope you always know that.”

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“What?” you could feel Bucky’s eyes on your back as you brushed your teeth in the bathroom en suite. He was sitting in bed, winding down with some television as he waited for you, “I can feel you checking out the goods, Barnes.”

“That’s because I am,” you could practically hear the cheeky smirk in his voice, “it’s not wrong to admire, is it?”

“You’re too much,” you dried your face off before making your way back over to him. He offered you a lazy smile as he pulled back your side of the blankets and made room for you. You were only wearing his shirt and a pair of old cotton panties but he was watching you like you were the best in this world. Because to him - you were. The end all and be all, “James? What’s wrong, honey?”

“Nothing,” he whispered as he immediately reached for you and gently pulled you into his lap. You made a small sound of surprise but easily gave into his touch, “nothing at all. I’m perfect.”

“Hmm,” you leaned in and pressed a light kiss to his plump lips, gently tugging on his dog tags, “me too. I don’t know if I’ve ever told you this, but I kind of like you a lot.”

“Is that why you married me? Had two kids with me? Got the dog?” he raised a brow as you carded a hand through his dark locks, scratching lightly at his scalp, “I bet it was all for the dog.”

“He didn’t hurt,” you joked, gently stroking his cheek, “but you aren’t so bad either. I love you, Bucky. So much. I hope you know. I hope you know you deserve this, everything we have - the whole world.”

“I…” he paused for a moment, suddenly feeling overwhelmed as you showed him so much tenderness and delicate love, “I love you too.”

“Hey,” you put your hand under your chin and turned his face up towards yours, “I mean it James Buchanan Barnes. You have been through so much, so much that other people forced on you, and you deserve happiness. You deserve all the happiness this world has to offer. I know you have some bad days, and I understand that, but I want you to know I will always be here for you and I will always love you. You are my best friend, my husband, the father of my children, you are my everything.”

“I don’t deserve you,” he took your hand in his and pressed a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

“Yes,” you insisted softly, “you do, James.”

“I-”

“How about for one moment you hush up,” you pushed him back against the headboard and pressed a few gentle, lazy kisses to his lips, “and just listen to me. And let me love you.”

“I love you, honey baby.”

“I love you too, James.”

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