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discordantwritings · 11 months ago

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Our Precious Assistant Pt. 3 (Cross Guild x Reader)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 4.5

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, gn!afab reader, sub!reader, sub!Buggy, dom!Mihawk, dom!Crocodile, exhibitionism, vouyerism, cockwarming, PiV sex, oral sex, mastrubation, inappropriate use of Buggy’s devil fruit powers, creampie

WC: 4.3k

Summary: You get some much needed TLC and start your new work routine. Which, of course, involves some fooling around at work.

Note: I mean it was only a matter of time before Buggy’s dick being detachable was going to come up. I hope you guys like the dynamics in this one with not everyone participating at once but everyone still getting some love.

You realize you’re sore before you realize you’re awake. Slowly remembering the events of last night and earlier it all makes sense. Buggy’s arms are wrapped tight around your midsection and you have just enough room to twist around in his grasp.

His face paint had gotten washed off at some point and you can’t help but admire his features without the layer of makeup. Tracing your fingers over his jaw you feel the stubble there, coarse but the sensation isn’t bad.

Your touch stirs Buggy awake and without opening his eyes he pull you in tighter.

“Just five more minutes…” He mumbles, his face buried in your chest.

“Buggy it’s late we should get up.” You press a kiss to the top of his head and push him, but he’s stronger than you.

“Mmmm but I like where I am.” He nuzzles in and you feel that stubble rub against you.

“But I need to take a shower or something.” At this Buggy perks up, withdrawing his face from your boobs. “Croc has the best bathtub.”

So that’s how you ended up soaking with Buggy in the largest bathtub you’ve ever seen. It comfortably fits both of you and you’re pretty sure one or two more people could squeeze in here. Despite how much space you could have you’re right next to Buggy, leaning into his shoulder while you let the warm water soothe your body. Buggy has put heaps of bath salts and other soaps into the bath and the fragrances nearly put you back to sleep.

“Next time we should wait until we aren’t already bruised to get in trouble.” You muse.

“Sorry to break the news but you’re never not going to be bruised. Both of them love marking their territory.” Buggy leans and grabs some shampoo from the side of the bath. You take the bottle from him and he shoots you a confused look.

“Let me wash your hair.” You offer.

His eyes light up and you can’t help but giggle as he eagerly repositions himself in front of you. You take your time with his long blue hair and revel in the intimacy of the moment. When you’re done he returns the favor and you feel the remaining tension leave your body as he scrubs shampoo into your scalp. The both of your are just as languid finishing bathing and you don’t hop out until the bath has gone cold.

It takes a bit to get dressed again since your clothes had been thrown to every corner of the room but you manage to get dressed- well, most of the way.

“Buggy? Have you seen my underwear?” You call out, your check under the bed unsuccessful.

“Me? No. I mean I don’t think you came in wearing any.” His words have you immediately whipping around to look at him.

The edge of your underwear hangs out of his pocket while he wears a shit eating grin. You sigh and slip on your pants knowing you won��t win this battle.

“Let’s go get some dinner.” It’s been way too long since you last ate and after all your body has been through you need to recharge.

“Let’s get Croc and Mihawk one of them always pays for the good stuff.” Buggy takes your arm in his as you walk out of the bedroom and to the offices.

You find Mihawk and Crocodile in their respective offices and it’s doesn’t take much convincing to drag them out to dinner. True to Buggy’s predictions you get a secluded VIP table at a restaurant where prices aren’t even listed on the menu.

You sat next to Crocodile while Buggy and Mihawk sat across from you. They caught you up on what you missed for the day and you were surprised at how mundane it all was. This is just the way your life is now, catching up on the day with three of the most dangerous pirates in the world over dinner.

Crocodile’s large hand was on your thigh all dinner. Surprisingly it never drifted too far in he just left it resting on the top of your thigh, only occasionally squeezing. The touch kept you grounded as you chatted easily through dinner with your new partners. When going back home was brought up at the end of the night you hesitated.

“I think I’m going back to my place tonight.” When Buggy looked particularly dejected you elaborated a bit. “I can’t come into work tomorrow wearing the clothes I wore yesterday.”

“Of course you can. Anyone who even looks at you wrong will get a limb cut off.” Buggy says simply, but thankfully Mihawk is the voice of reason.

“No it makes sense, I’m sure you need some time to yourself after all of this.” Mihawk’s words calm you down, making you more confident in your choice.

“But I think I will make sure to pack an overnight back to have at the office. Just in case.” That comment gets Buggy’s mood up again, and his smile is infectious.

Dinner ends on a high note and by the time you leave the sky is dark and the wind chills you a bit, you weren’t dressed for todays weather. You’re about to excuse yourself to power walk home when a heavy coat drapes over your shoulders.

The thick smell of cigar smoke and fur tickling your neck means you don’t even have to turn to see that it’s Crocodile’s coat on your back. You pull it tighter around you, practically swimming in the dark fabric.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” You say awkwardly, unsure how goodbyes work in your new situation.

All three of them look at you a bit confused and you can’t help but be confused back.

“We are escorting you home.” Mihawk says like it’s an obvious fact and he takes your arm as he walks by you and in the direction of your apartment.

“Yeah, duh. Can’t have our star walking alone on the streets at night.” Buggy is on your other side, unattached hands gesturing.

You don’t have to look behind you to know Crocodile is bringing up the rear, his imposing presence tingling on your back.

Buggy fills most of the walk home with crazy stories that you’re not sure are true but you enjoy none the less. You’re at your door before you know it and Buggy pulls you off of Mihawk and into a big hug.

“I’m so happy you’re with me.” There’s a beat before he corrects himself. “Us.”

You hug him back and as you pull away you press a kiss to his cheek. “I’m happy too.”

Someone must be glaring at him because Buggy shrinks away to let the other two come closer. Mihawk lightly presses against your arm and you turn to face him.

“Goodnight darling.” He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and places a quick kiss to your lips before waiting further away with Buggy.

You shrug off Crocodile’s jacket and offer it to him. He pauses a second before taking it and draping it over his arm.

“Thank you. For everything.” You say, smiling up at him.

“We are just getting started.” He places a kiss to your forehead. “We will see you tomorrow.”

You can feel the blush on your cheeks from all of the sweet gestures as you wave at the three of them before slinking back into your apartment. A wide smile never left your face as you went to bed, excited for what life has in store for you.

Life changed but life stayed the same. Work still had to be done and they were still your bosses but of course none of them let that stop their affections. Hands on your back and shoulders as they passed by your desk, quick kisses when they got in for the day. You have to admit you’ve never been more motivated to do your work when the reward is getting a kiss.

But of course not all of their actions were so chaste. You would’ve thought Buggy would be the worst offender of dragging you off to fool around at work but it was far and away Crocodile. Being called into his office to help with paperwork always ended up with you in a compromising position- but you weren’t complaining.

“Sir- Mihawk is expecting a report-“

“Hawkeyes can wait.” You felt the low rumble of his voice throughout your body as you sat in his lap at his desk. Your chest pressed to his as you rested your head on his shoulder. Seeing you from above the desk this might have been a cute scene, you sitting with him as he worked on his paperwork. But below the desk your boss’ pants were open just enough so he could be inside you while he worked.

You had been sitting like this for an hour now, maybe more, warming his cock while you struggled not to move. Your thighs ached from being in this position and slick dripped down onto Crocodile’s lap. You’d be concerned about ruining his incredibly expensive pants if you could form coherent thoughts. The fullness you’ve been experiencing, the ache, being on edge for so long, it caused your head to empty into just a buzz. You had only remembered Mihawk when you glanced down at your watch and realized just how long you had been in this position.

Your arms were latched around your boss’ neck and your face was buried in the crook of his neck. You focused on your breathing and keeping your body relaxed- a feat that had gotten much easier as time went on with the tension in your body unable to hold itself for so long. In the back of your mind you wonder if that’s what Crocodile likes about this- having you completely docile and submissive- wearing you down to just your base instincts. It’s a bit embarrassing to admit you like this too. Not having to think or move and just existing in the moment is a kind of peace you didn’t think you would find sitting on Crocodile’s dick.

A knock on the door sends a small wave of panic through your body as you sit up at the noise- a mistake. The movement sends a fresh wave of pleasure over your over sensitive body and you bite your tongue to stifle a moan. Crocodile doesn’t make any moves but you can tell it effected him by the way his cock throbs inside you.

“Who is it?” Crocodile’s tone is short and you can tell he’s on the verge of anger.

“It’s me wondering what you’ve done with our assistant.” Mihawk’s monotone voice carries through the large wooden door and you can feel Crocodile relax under you.

“Come in and see.”

You know turning and looking to see Mihawk would garner disapproval from Crocodile so you stay still, hyper focusing on the noise to piece together what is happening behind you back. The door creaks open and you hear Mihawk’s boots click a few times on the floor before there’s a long pause.

“Shut the door.” Crocodile seems unbothered now, continuing to file through reports.

The door closes and you hear Mihawk slowly walking closer. Your heartbeat quickens as you feel his eyes on you, burning into your back. Tilting your head you look out and eagerly wait for Mihawk to come into your range of vision.

“I have to say that’s not a bad position for them.” Mihawk finally speaks, probably at the side of the desk just out of your sight.

“On that we agree. I think this is where they should be all the time, keeping me warm is a very important job.” Crocodile’s words send shivers down your spine and you can’t help the whiny moan that bubbles in your throat.

“Oh and they like it so much.” Mihawk’s voice has a teasing tilt to it as he finally slides into your vision. He’s leaning forward so his face is level with yours and his piercing eyes travel over your face, pupils dilated with hunger.

“How long have you been like this?” He asks softly.

“I don’t know… hour? More?” Your voice is breathy, needy.

“You like being senseless on his cock?” Mihawk presses his face close, forehead touching yours.

“Fuck- yes.” Your eyes are screwed shut and you feel Mihawk’s breath on your face.

You feel Crocodile’s chuckle. “Keep talking to them, I can feel how much they like it.”

Mihawk finally closes the gap and your kiss is all needy tongue and teeth as an hour of patience is broken. You push up to try and deepen the kiss but you’re promptly pulled back down by Crocodile’s hand at your waist.

“Don’t think you’re done here.” His voice is stern but you can hear arousal creeping into the edges of his tone.

Mihawk breaks away and you whine as you watch him walk away. You’re confused only for a second until you hear the drag of one of the other chairs in the room coming to sit next to Crocodile’s large office chair. Mihawk sits down next to the two of you and with his legs spread wide you can see his erection straining against his black pants.

“How long you going to keep them like this?” The swordsman asks.

“What, you want a turn?” Crocodile responds, putting down his pen and piling up some of the papers.

“No. Just wanted to know if the show was going to get exciting anytime soon.” His disinterested words didn’t hold any weight when he was unbuckling his pants.

“Seems our assistant isn’t the only needy one here. What do you say sweetheart? You ready to put on a show for Mihawk?” Crocodile lightly pushes you so you’re sitting up, face to face with him.

“Yes sir.” You say unabashedly needy.

“That’s my angel.” He mutters to you before finally kissing you. Just like with Mihawk it’s heated but he’s much more controlled- the teeth are precise as he bites your lower lip while his hand grips your hip.

You grind down on him, relishing in finally being able to move. You’re rewarded with a deep groan from Crocodile and you know both of you won’t last much longer. Crocodile’s hand slides from your waist to under your ass as he stands up, sitting you on the desk in one swift movement. Grateful you won’t have to try and use your already aching thighs you allow your head to loll to the side to get a view of Mihawk.

He’s sat back in the chair, legs spread wide as his hand slowly fists his dick. His gaze is lidded as he watches the two of you. Crocodile seems more than happy to maneuver one of your legs up so your foot is on the desk, spreading yourself wide so Mihawk can have a better view of Crocodile’s large cock splitting you open. Crocodile bites down on your shoulder as he thrusts into you and you moan loud as you feel Mihawk’s gaze burn into you.

“You like me watching you?” Mihawk asks, his breath short.

You go to respond but Crocodile thrusts up into you hard and all you can do is moan as your hands fly back to get a grip on the desk to stabilize yourself. It’s not hard to assume Crocodile loves the audience too, deep thrusts at a slightly awkward angle just to show off.

“Hawkeyes-“

“Yes.” Mihawk doesn’t need Crocodile to finish his sentence before he’s quickly by your side. You don’t know how they communicate so much with so little but Mihawk’s deft fingers circling your clit have you abandoning that train of thought.

Mihawk leans in and starts whispering praises in your ear about how good you’re taking Crocodile and how nice you looked sitting on his cock.

Mihawk’s words- His fingers- Crocodile’s thrusts- it was too much and finally after so long of being on the precipice you crashed over into your orgasm. Crocodile wasn’t far behind, burying himself until his hips were flush with yours and filling you up with a groan.

Mihawk’s ministrations on your clit slowed and helped you come down until Crocodile finally pulled out of you. If you weren’t so fucked out you might have been worried about getting Crocodile’s desk dirty but all you could do was collapse back onto it and catch your breath.

The sound of Mihawk zipping his pants up in the quiet space makes you push yourself up a bit to see what was happening. Mihawk hadn’t finished and you flashed him a confused look as you try (and then fail) to sit up.

“Don’t worry about me. You’ve been good.” He leans over and kisses your forehead. “I’m going to go bother Buggy.”

“Mmm.” You nodded and with a sigh relaxed back into the desk. Of course you would have been more than happy to help Mihawk but you have to admit you’re exhausted. Plus you can imagine how excited Buggy will be when Mihawk comes to his door already hard. You smile at him as he walks away and notice a small nod shared between him and Crocodile.

When the door shuts you finally manage to push yourself up to look at Crocodile in his chair. “How do you two do that?”

“Do what?” He’s already put himself back together, a cigar about to be lit in his fingers.

“Talk without talking. I’ve seen you and Mihawk do it a bunch.” You reach over and grab his lighter from his desk and spark it.

“Thanks doll.” He leans forward and lights his cigar. After taking a long drag he answers you question. “We just work on the same wave. Probably because of our time was warlords- same path of thinking, same muscle memory. Turns out fighting and fucking together have a lot of overlap.”

You giggle as you push off the desk and slide sideways into his lap, your legs over his thighs. Leaning into his chest you curl up into his warmth. “It’s great you two have that.”

Crocodile only hums and you let yourself relax as the two of you drift into pleasant silence.

Even if Crocodile is the worst offender that doesn’t mean Buggy isn’t an interruption to your work a lot. Most of it is quick, random kisses or gropes when no one is looking. But sometimes he will get you into his office and whine enough that you relent to him.

“They’re so mean to me baby.” Buggy is lounging on a large velvet couch in his over decorated office.

“Yes. Didn’t you sign up for that?” You stand over him, hand on your hip.

“Yeah but-“ He pouts. “You’re so nice to me.”

“And?” You notice his hands detaching and floating around behind you.

“I could be nice to you.” The innuendo is punctuated by his hands on your ass, squeezing as they push you even closer to him.

“And you know what will happen if we get up to anything without Crocodile or Mihawk.” While you admit it was fun, you weren’t exactly in the mood to be edged for hours.

Buggy dramatically flips back into the couch as you notice a hand leave and fly over to a transponder snail. The snail is picked up and placed on an end table so Buggy could talk to someone.

“Hawky baby~” He calls into the transponder only to be immediately greeted with the sound of Mihawk hanging up. Buggy gasps, offended before redialing.

“Ourassistantisherewithmeandwewantohabefunsocouldyoucomeoverand-“ Buggy rushes all his words out before he’s hung up on again. The mouthpiece gets dropped to the ground as Buggy pouts.

“I’m sure if we just wait until tonight-“ Now it’s your turn to be cut off as you hear the quick opening and closing of Buggy’s door. You turn and see Mihawk standing there, arms crossed.

“Hawky!” Buggy shoots up as his hands reattach themselves. “I knew you would be so loving and reasonable.”

“Which is why you called twice?” Mihawk deadpans.

“Yes?”

You and Mihawk look at each other and you shrug. “He said he wanted to be nice to me.”

“You are nice to him, so it seems only fair.” Mihawk finally walks over and picks one of the obscenely plush chairs to sit in. “Make sure our lovely assistant is appreciated for all their hard work.”

Hands suddenly grab at your waist and pull you down onto the couch with Buggy. In a flash he’s on top of you, pushing you down to lay flat on the bed while he eagerly kisses down your neck. His hands are already working at the waistband of the pants and pulling down.

“You could go a little slower.” Mihawk comments from his chair and you look over to see him palm himself through his pants.

“But that’s no fun.” Buggy smiles up at you as his hands travel back up and push you shirt up, giving him better access to paw and your breasts. You moan as his hands work your flesh and you can feel yourself getting wet from the attention.

Buggy continues not to listen to Mihawk’s advice as he slides down until he’s kissing your hips and down the tops of your thighs. You shudder in anticipation as his hands hold your thighs open and kid mouth travels to your inner thighs, taking its time there as he sucks the sensitive skin.

“Buggy-“ You whine as your hand lands on his head, threading your fingers into his soft blue hair.

“Now who’s in a rush?” Buggy teases, hovering just above where you need him to be.

“Thought you were going to be nice to me.” You pout and you know Buggy can’t resist.

“Anything for my star.” He presses on last kiss to the inside of your thigh before he dives in.

Buggy isn’t as through and calculated as Mihawk or Crocodile but fuck if he isn’t enthusiastic. He’s loud and sloppy but as his tongue dives between your folds his nose rubs against your clit any comparisons fly out of your head. You push his head down further as you buck your hips to grind on his face and Buggy takes that lead well, never slowing down. You’re keenly aware of Mihawk’s gaze and you let your head fall to the side to make eye contact with him.

His dick is out now and his thumb is rubbing over the bright red head. He must like this a lot you think- sitting back and watching the ones more eager to show off. You like it too.

You turn your moans and whines up to eleven, doing your best not to break eye contact with him even when Buggy’s tongue reaches deep inside you. When he does that your grip tightens on his hair and he moans into your pussy. Mihawk’s gaze leaves your eyes for a second to dart down before connecting with yours again.

“Buggy.” Mihawk is short and commanding and to Buggy’s credit he immediately stops and rests his head on your thigh. “Show them your trick.”

“I have a lot of tricks you’re going to have to be more- ohhhhhhh.” Buggy gets a devilish grin on his face as realization clicks.

You’re confused and prop yourself up a bit when Buggy’s hands leave your body to work at his pants and he pulls them down just enough for you to see how worked up he’s gotten from eating you out. What surprises you is when he tugs at his dick it pops off of his body. It makes sense, given his powers there’s no reason it shouldn’t but it’s still a sight. Once the initial shock wears off there’s a fresh wave of arousal as Buggy guides his cock to your entrance, teasing around your folds and gathering the slick there.

“Now go slowly.” Mihawk commands.

You whine as Buggy’s tip pushes into your entrance, stretching you out. True to his orders Buggy goes painfully slow, giving every inch it’s time to drag against your walls. When he’s about halfway in he adjusts and you gasp when suddenly his mouth is around your clit, sucking. You grip his hair hard as he moans into that bundle of nerves and create a pleasure filled feedback loop. Buggy continues to ease himself into you and lap at your clit and all you can do is grip onto him and stare into Mihawk’s golden eyes.

You see him working himself, pacing his hand with Buggy’s slow rhythm in and out of you. Seeing him watching, knowing Buggy and you are under his control even as he’s passively sitting there is thrilling. Knowing he gets off on it too feels just as good.

The overload of this new combination of sensations has you a moaning mess, babbling as you grip onto the couch and Buggy’s hair for dear life. Buggy is close too from you tugging at his hair and your cunt pulsing around him he is using all his focus to keep tonguing at your clit.

“Buggy- ‘m close just-“ You manage to choke out and he gets the message. He pumps himself inside you faster and as he’s slamming into you lightly nips at your clit.

You cum with a loud moan and you feel Buggy close behind you, filling you as your walls seize from your orgasm. You are able to catch Mihawk finishing into his hand, cum spilling over his abs.

Buggy collapses onto you, head nuzzled into your thigh as he catches his breath. You run your fingers through his hair as you gain your senses back.

“Don’t forget we are going out for dinner tonight.” Mihawk says as he finishes cleaning himself up, bringing over some wipes for you and Buggy. “So do be cleaned up.”

He presses a kiss to your forehead and then presses one on Buggy’s cheek.

You never thought this is where your life would end up but as contentment and love fills up your chest you know you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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myusuchaa · 3 months ago

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Elbert Greetia x afab reader - Tempted by Forbidden Fruit

ღ w.c.: 2.7K

ღ paring: elbert x afab reader/ Y/N

ღ cw: MDNI, NSFW, explicit sexual content, based on slight spoilers from Elbert's both endings special epilogue, use of Y/N, biting, oral, foodplay, fingering, dom, obsession, teasing

ღ a/n: well well, my first elbie nsfw fic is here!!! it is based off his both endings special epilogue, but mostly only the setting and a couple lines, so it doesn't have too many spoilers. i've been in love with this scene for months and wanted to finish what was started in the story.. hehe. elbie is the type to be in charge and yet still a needy, pouty lil bby and i love that about him. hopefully you do too, enjoy!!

MDNI ༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶MDNI

You stood in the kitchen with one half-made and one fully baked apple pie laid out on the counter before you and Elbert.

Red, delicious apple slices, sprinkled with cinnamon and sugar, were strewn about. Excess dough sat in a small bowl to the side near a tall jar of flour, now half empty and decorated with your and his fingerprints.

It was a warm spring afternoon, and you and Elbert stayed in his manor on his day off, spending the time idly together. After learning of a new apple pie recipe, you both decided to try your hand at baking it, rather than leaving it all to the cooks and maids as they usually would do. In fact, Elbert had told all of the staff at the manor to take a leisurely day off in town, leaving you two isolated in the loving cage that was his mansion on the cliffs by the sea.

You plunge your spoon into the warm and steamy pie for a taste test. “....Mmmm, this might be the best apple pie I’ve ever tasted!”

Elbert pouts slightly, “I want a bite..”

The spoon with a new piece of pie is brought to his sculpted, perfect lips. He gazes down at you with the same intensity as always while taking the pie into his mouth.

“Mm.. indeed. It’s delicious. Very well done,” he replies softly. A gorgeous smile graces his lips, showing off how relaxed and content Elbert is in this moment.

Ah… he is beautiful.

“Isn’t it?! I’m pleased you like it, Elbert,” you reply a bit bashfully. “I’m so happy with how this turned out. We should bake and save the second one so the houseworkers may try.”

Elbert gives a small nod in a reassuring manner, as he usually does. He has always been attentive and caring toward the Crown staff, some of whom now work at his manor. That gentle, doting side of his continues to fully enrapture your heart as the days spent with him grow.

As he reaches for another bite, not with any silverware but with his own hands, you can’t help but pause to think about how you two must look in this moment.

Elbert is in a single linen button-up shirt, thinner and more casual than his usual attire that goes under his vest and ascot. His sleeves are rolled up just to his elbows, another fashion choice he rarely gets the privilege to make due to his constant appointments as a nobleman. His slender yet toned forearms, painted with veins that ran down through to his fingers like pale blue rivers, really stood out against his soft visage. Admittedly, seeing his arms like that must feel like what men think when they see a woman’s bare ankle and calf. It truly makes for a wonderful view.

You wear a light, rose pink and baby green floral dress he recently picked out for you. There was no petticoat or skirt layer - only a thin laced string tied in a droopy bow on your back prevented the top half from loosening and falling off of you. Both of you had flour, sugar, salt, cinnamon, and apple bits stuck on various places of your clothes and body.

“You know, this is quite a sight. Eating scraps of pie with our fingers, all messy, while standing in the kitchen,” a giggle escapes you as you glance at him while eating the next bite. He chews slowly and tilts his head quizzically. “I mean… you being a nobleman and doing this… feels a bit naughty.”

In saying this, he smirks and looks off into the distance, as if he’s remembering something.

“I have been schooled in the ways of etiquette, but.. After Al came to live in the mansion, I would occasionally... get into mischief with him, when the adults weren’t looking. Sometimes, Al’s pranks ended up getting me in trouble, but….” he trailed off and paused for a while before blinking a couple times and turning back to you. “More often than not, they saved me from dark thoughts.”

A fleeting surge of envy made its way to your facial expression, and you cast him a sidelong stare while picking at the pie.

“Ahh.. that sounds so nice. I somehow wish I knew you then…” you were aware of the faint flush growing on your cheeks and the coy look you threw at him. Smiling, you say, “I would have loved to do things like that with little Lord Elbert.”

I don’t know why but I’m envious of Alfons…

You heard him chuckle under his breath before he asked, “Are you.. jealous, by chance?” His sapphire eyes looked at you with a gleam that told you he already knew the answer and was just seeing how he could toy with you.

“....yes.”

Now that it was made obvious - that the thought of doing something thrilling and ‘against the rules’ with him was extremely enticing, that you wanted to be the one to give him happiness - you really couldn’t help but blush.

Elbert laughed again in a husky tone before drawing nearer to you. He swooped in to kiss you mid bite, his arms suddenly on either side of you, pressing you up against the counter while his tongue reached between your lips to steal some of the apple that was beginning to melt in your mouth.

He pulled back and his ocean blue eyes darkened to a stormy glaze. “Sweet,” he whispers. You watch his adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallows what he stole from you.

“Elbert!”

“What is it?”

He asked this teasingly, but somehow innocently at the same time. His duality drove you insane.

Before you could answer, his hands grabbed your waist and effortlessly lifted you up.

“Wh-Wha..!!”

He placed you on the ridge of the counter, quickly swiped off the kitchen supplies that were in the way behind you with zealous power, and then pushed you back and down onto the messy, wooden surface. He loomed over you with a beautiful grin.

“Oohhh.. Right here?!” you gasp, a thrill rising within you.

“...Make some mischief with me in the kitchen.” His voice dropped into his lower, sultry register that made anything he said impossible to resist. “Don’t you want that?” The words danced off his pretty lips with a smile.

“Mm.. s-sounds fun..,” you stammered.

His lips were enticing as stared at them. “I want to experience it with you as well.”

With a smile he closed the gap once more and kissed you passionately, his tongue glossing over your teeth. He began to trail his kisses down to your jaw, your neck, collarbones, and chest. As he did this he lowered one forearm onto the counter, using that hand to stroke your hair and face. His other hand was placed first on the table and then on your knee, forcing your legs to come up and wrap around his waist. Something warm and hard pressed against you.

He exhaled hungrily into your ear after nibbling your earlobe, “You taste so sweet…I feel like I have a decadent dessert laid out before my eyes.”

“Nnghh…Elbert, I..,” you plead, savoring how good it feels when he switches from gentle to forceful, when that beastly look, as if he is about to devour you, starts to contort his expression with a dark greed.

Continuing to lick and suckle the flour and juice from your skin, his hand slips under the small of your back to deftly undo the bow on your dress. His fingers crawl up to the neckline and he pulls it down, like you are his present on his birthday that he can’t wait to unwrap. He bites the fabric and drags it over your breasts with his teeth.

“Wait!! You–y.. Mmnn!!” The feeling of his tongue and hot breath on your now enlarged nipples is downright maddening. You realize your empty pleas to stop him are useless.

His long eyelashes flutter as he rests his chin on your stomach and looks up at you. “You want to make me happy… yes?”

Caught in your throat is something between a cry of agreement and a satisfied moan. You nod your head vigorously, “Yes… I want that..nngh”

He sucks harder on your nipple, sending a wave of pleasuring sensation down your stomach. Still in between your legs, he lifts your dress as his hand expertly finds its way to your throbbing, moist spot. One, two, three intentional circles stimulated you, as he groaned, “Then who am I to refuse such a sweet temptation?”

“Mnnn-,” you instinctively lock your ankles together around him and pull him in. Both of you, eager to lap up the sugar and saliva dripping from each other’s mouths. His fingers slip under your panties and push into your dripping heat.

“Mnn, let me hear the voice that’s only for me, Y/N,” he rasps, reaching in and out with his long, agile fingers, as if curling them in to beckon you closer. A bite sinks into your shoulder, sending a shock of ecstasy to the pit of your core, aching for more.

“El… ah..I-I’ll be too loud..” Before you could finish he kissed you once more with a growl rising from his throat. He knew exactly what you wanted. You come undone on the counter as he swallows your moans, all you could do was grip the edge to hold on for dear life as he hastily pulled off your underwear and knelt down to drink your nectar. “Ahh, sh-!”

He stops you by pushing the fingers that were just inside you into your mouth, caressing your tongue with his thumb, you sucking in pure pleasure as he feasted on you below. You grab his golden locks and move him round as he inhales your glistening cream like it’s his last meal. You feel yourself on the precipice of climax. His tongue traced your vulva and clit softly but with intense longing, and as he did so you heard him loosen his belt and unzip his pants.

Just as the greedy queen longed to be beautiful, you craved his entire, beautifully exquisite being, sinfully delectable. A nobleman on his knees for you…whining in desperation.

Elbert then stood up, a sheen of manic desire in his jewel-toned eyes. “Y/N, I’m a greedy man…”, he says, breathless. “When I say I want you..”

You reached out to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him toward you, meanwhile he held his pulsating length just a centimeter from your swollen entrance. He taunts you by lightly rubbing his tip, moist with precum, in circles on you. Just the feeling of it makes your eyes roll back.

“Nnghh… feels s’good… and I know.. El,” you can barely speak at this point. In your mind you are begging him to thrust his manhood into you.

“..It means I want to see all of you. Show me what sends you - nngh - over the edge..,” he slid into you while saying this and readjusts your position until you fit securely in his arms, wrapped around your waist. Your back arched in response as he slow-thrusted forward. A satisfied sigh left him as your moist cunt was welcomed his length in full.

“Let me in deeper…” he was already panting, pleading, eyebrows upturned, yearning for your touch. “...into your very core… this too..mm..” he rubs your clit with his hand as he rhythmically pumps his erect member in and out, hitting that sensitive bead every single time. “..this is mine.”

“Mnn..nnggh- Elb-..!” Your moans fill the empty hallways, the heat radiating from you two becoming palpable as fog against the window above the counter. For some time after he enters you, there are no words spoken. Only the melody of your voices, sounds, his moans - a sensual duet filled the silence. He continued to stroke your sweet spot with his gifted cock, an intensity so strong you felt yourself drift into absolute bliss. His languid yet desirous rolling of the hips has your nectar dripping down the sides of your thighs. Looking up at him in a daze you see his gorgeous, ocean blue eyes gleam under his bangs that fall in front, tinged with madness. More love bites are left on your collarbone and breasts, him only pulling away after a hot mark, the color of a plump red apple, is left on your skin.

“Hah..” he heaves in and out with more force now, tensing his erect member and pushing it as far as it can go until you squeal, his bulging head hitting your cervix as you dig your nails into his back. “You’re mine…Y/N.” The sight of you gasping, writhing, and with the hickies he left on your delicate chest drove him wild. That deep, slimy desire - that dark voice within him: Claim her. Own her.

He suddenly pinned both of your wrists together, crossed over your head, with one of his large hands. His grip was shockingly strong, it made for the perfect shackle of flesh. Chained to the counter by his right hand, he groped your exposed and supple breasts repeatedly with his other hand as he quickened his pace in and out of you. His lips turned up in a crazed smile. Almost laughing in hysteria and illicit pleasure, he gritted, “Mmn.. Hah, you’re beautiful..” He lifted your right leg over his shoulder to get even deeper inside you, both of you crying out as you near orgasm. Still with one hand crucifying your arms to the table, his other hand wrapped around your thigh with wanton obsession. His pearly white canines sank into your thigh as he licked playfully and pushed his erection deeper still.

Damn it, how can he be so.. so!! “!!! Ahh.. Nngh, I-I’m.. I’m gonna-!!” you yelp as you try to shake off his hand that held yours down, attempting to claw at the air, extreme rapture making you shake and twist, intensifying the feeling of him hitting your g-spot.

“Wait,” he hissed, “I’m not satisfied yet-” he slammed your wrists back down above your head and locked your leg in place over his, bending into you, breathing in your scent and gorging on the sweat beads that formed on your neck. No doubt, his carnal urges drove him to the brink of abandon. Before you was a man filled with lustful greed. His eyes a darker shade of blue, his silky hair now strewn and sticking to his chiseled chin and neck. You kiss his lips as if deprived of oxygen. A faint hint of cinnamon fills your palate.

Mere seconds later you both reach the climax at nearly identical times. “Ah!! El, I’m-”

With one forceful thrust, he erupted inside of you. A warmth unlike anything comparable spreads within. You cum as whimpers leave his lips and exaggerated breaths make his chest heave deeply upon you, his rock solid length throbbing inside. Pulling his hair and squeezing your thighs tightly around his waist, an ice cold and yet burning wave of ecstasy, like an ocean wave on a summer night, rolls over you both. Your panting mirrors his, and he lays on top of you, motionless, save for the rise and fall of your silhouettes from the sunset glow peaking through the window above you.

Slowly, he pulls out, still somewhat hard, and within seconds a gushing flow trickles out and down onto your behind. He stood in front of you, erect enough for his glistening cock to still stand, a drop of your viscous honey dripping from his tip.

A gentle touch of his finger catches his cum that drips out of you before it falls on the floor. He delicately traced your rosy, swollen cunt. Leaning down to kiss you on the forehead, he asks timidly, “Are you alright?”

He pulls you up into his arms, holding you like the most precious treasure in the world.

“Mm, y-yes.. but Elbert…that was…,” a naughty, playful smile bloomed on his stunning face when you called his name.

“Yes, Countess? Will you scold me now?” He teased, as he dusted some flour on the tip of your nose with his index finger.

Gleeful laughter from both of you danced on the breeze, followed by the scent of freshly baked apple pie.

fin

#cybird ikemen #ikemen villains #ikemen series #elbert greetia #ikemen villains elbert #ikevil #ikevil elbert #yandere #fanfic #fanfiction #ikevil fic #ikevil fanfic #elbert greetia x reader #apple pie #snow white #taste test

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tokyo-chainsaw-dragon2 · 5 months ago

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𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐞𝐥 (18+ MDNI)

A/N: Requested by anon/ @sinister-shark. I can't believe this only took me 2 days to write it all. Holy shit, that's fast. (extra spicy 🥵😏)

*Sam does speak Brazilian Portuguese in this, just so you're aware.

**Trying new format for general info of MGS smut lmao

Pairing: Jetstream Sam X Fem!Reader

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 𝟖𝟕𝟎

⚠️Warnings: NSFW, 18+ MDNI, shower sex, wall sex, dirty talk, begging, pussy eating, blowjobs, oral (both ways/p in v), unprotected

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After a long day of working, you were just done. You felt like falling apart as you struggled to open the door. Once you got inside, you instantly flopped your tired body face down on the couch. You quietly groaned, not knowing that Sam was sitting there shirtless.

He looks over at you, gently smiling as he smooths down your hair. His fingers trail through your luscious locks, occasionally rubbing the back and sides of your neck with a couple of his fingers as you stayed face down.

"How's that for you, meu amor?" He asks, saying those last few words in a seductive tone. Sam was doing this to see if you'd notice.

"Mmmm... Feels good when you do that..." You managed to mumble out, trying your eager best not to sound too tired. You liked it even better when he called you pet names in his native language.

Sam's iconic smirk gets the best of him, moving his hand to your back and unzipping your dress, easily finding your bra. He unhooks it and you exhale a sharp breath as you feel your breasts bounce free, which felt like the force of 1,000 suns.

He pulls his hand away and you look up at him, shyly smirking as your cheeks flushed light pink.

You almost felt like he was trying to tell you something as you noticed Sam's hardened dick just begging to bulge out of his pants. You slowly roll off the couch, getting in front of him and undoing his pants. Sam leans his head back against the couch as he feels your finger hooking the waistband of his boxers.

You pull down his boxers to release the monster he's been hiding since you got home an hour ago. You take his cock in your mouth and gently swirl your tongue around the tip before moving your way up his length. Sam whinces as he looks at the ceiling, his face bright red and sweaty as he breathed heavily.

"Oh, droga... Deus, por que você tinha que fazer isso comigo... Por favor... Continue me fodendo assim..." Sam pants, feeling like he was in a trance. He just kept staring at the ceiling as he felt you lightly sucking on his dick raw as the tip touched the back of your throat.

Sam knew you were good at sucking his cock, but he really wanted to eat you out because of this. He moves his hand around the back of your neck and you pull out from his cock, which was now glistening in a subtle layer of your saliva. Before you could say anything, Sam picks you up bridal style, carrying you to the bathroom as he tugs your dress down.

He turns on the shower and the ideas running around in his head get the best of him. Sam shoves your back against the wall, spreading your legs out and around his neck so he could have full access to your pussy. He looks you dead in the eyes, doing that deadly smirk of his that almost made you flinch everytime.

"You naughty, naughty girl. You thought you could get away with sucking my cock?" Sam states with arousal, inching closer to your entrance. "No, no, no. I might as well eat that delicious dessert of mine, better known as your buraco."

He growls deep in his throat, pressing his mouth against your folds and licks them for a minute before sticking his tongue in and out repeatedly. Sam doesn't talk much during his "dessert eating", but he does comment here and there about how good you taste.

Once he was finished eating you out and got his fill, your mood was definitely horny. After you got down from Sam's shoulders, you start kissing him like you were feral. After a good 7 minutes, he turns you around and pins you to the wall again, causing you to let out a tiny breathless moan as your body and breasts were firmly smooshed against the wet tile.

"Ohhh~, this hurts so bad~..." You say in a whiny and teasing voice. "Fuck me, Samuel~."

"If you do that little noise again, maybe I will" He coos in your ear, running his finger along the side of your ass. You breathlessly moan again and you earned Sam's deadly smirk. He bites the side of your neck, causing your eyes to roll back. As he bit your neck, he kept one hand on your back and the other on his dick. Sam roughly shoves his cock into your cunt, which was the perfect fit for someone's dick like his.

"You know, you're such a boa garota," He replies, as he continues to pound into you. "you take my cock in so well, too well even."

"-Ngh... Fuck, I think I'm gonna cum..." You say back.

Immediately after saying that very sentence, taking your hand and slipping it between your legs, you rubbed viciously at your clit while you came, your legs shook against the wall, pussy dripping, eyes rolling back again. Sam moaned at the feeling of you tightening around him, he was thoughtful enough to keep pounding into you until you were finished before pulling out.

#tokyo chainsaw dragon #tokyo dragon smut #metal gear smut #metal gear #metal gear rising #mgr sam #jetstream sam #jetstream sam x fem!reader #jetsream sam x you #jetstream sam x reader #mgs smut #smut #samuel rodrigues #metal gear x reader #mgs x reader

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adverbally · 2 months ago

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Sway Through the Crowd to an Empty Space

Written for the @steddiesmuttyseptember prompt “clothes on” | wc: 1,347 | rated: M | cw: none | tags: in public (alley behind the club), outdoors, making out, dry humping, teasing, not very smutty actually but they’re on their way there | background buckingham, drinking mention | title from “Let’s Dance” by David Bowie

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Steve knows exactly what Eddie’s planning when he asks Steve to follow him into the alley behind the club. They’re both sweating a little, packed into the small space with too many other people, and they’ve been dancing for what feels like an eternity. Eddie spent the whole last song with his hands on Steve’s hips, looking at him like he wanted to eat him alive, and Steve wanted to let him.

He was about to invite Eddie into the bathroom with him when Eddie leaned in and shouted over the music, “I’m gonna go outside for a cigarette. Wanna come?”

And now Steve is pushed up against the dirty brick behind the dumpster with Eddie’s tongue in his mouth and his hands sneaking beneath the hem of his shirt, cigarettes long forgotten.

Eddie’s warm, draped all along the length of Steve’s body like a heated blanket, but it’s not enough to block out the chill of the late fall evening. Their cold noses bump against their flushed cheeks, and Eddie lets out an honest-to-god yelp when Steve’s hands come up to his jaw as their kisses deepen.

“Jesus Christ! Why are you so cold?”

“I’m waiting for you to warm me up,” Steve tells him with a suggestive smile.

Eddie frowns. “This isn’t going to be very sexy if you get frostbite and lose all your fingers.”

“You’ve been spending too much time with Robin.” Steve drops his mouth to Eddie’s neck to rewarm the spot where his hand had been. Just to be safe, Steve makes sure to suck hard enough to bruise. Bringing more blood to the surface will help them stay warm, right?

It’s enough to make Eddie’s hips jolt, rubbing his erection against Steve’s hip through two layers of denim. “Please don’t talk about Robin during sex,” he groans into the empty alley.

Steve pulls back to look at him in disbelief. “Baby, it’s literally freezing out here. How are we supposed to have sex if my dick is turning into an icicle?”

“Oh, is that why it’s so hard?” Eddie’s smile is adorably crooked, but his eyes are like fire beneath the shadow cast by his bangs. He sways back into Steve’s space to kiss him again, swallowing his gasp when their clothed cocks meet. “Let me fix that for you,” he says against Steve’s lips.

It takes all of Steve’s willpower to press his palms to Eddie’s chest and gently nudge him back a step. “What’s your plan here? Because I have a feeling that it will involve me coming in my pants and going back inside to be wet and sticky for at least another hour before we can leave and drop off Robin and Chrissy. And don’t say,” he points aggressively when Eddie opens his mouth, “that you’ll clean me up, or that you’ll just let me come in your mouth, because you already made me too aware of the possibility of getting frostbite and these pants are closed for business.”

“What if,” Eddie muses, holding himself up with a hand against the wall next to Steve’s head, “I make you come in your pants and we can make up a spilled drink emergency to convince Robin and Chrissy we have to leave early?”

“Or we jump to the fake emergency so we can go home early and have warm, comfortable sex in our bed instead of this disgusting alley?” Steve smooths his hands over the lapels of Eddie’s leather jacket.

Eddie narrows his eyes thoughtfully. “Compromise? Ten minutes of making out in this disgusting alley and then we can leave?”

“Five minutes. Just ‘cause I think you’d be really sad if my dick fell off,” Steve says with a sympathetic pout.

“Mmmm, I would be,” Eddie agrees reluctantly, with a fond glance down at the straining fly of Steve’s jeans. “Five minutes it is.”

Steve doesn’t waste any time pulling Eddie closer by the collar of his t-shirt and devouring his mouth. Now that they’ve put a time limit on their makeout session, there’s an urgency to their kisses– Steve has a deadline if he wants to take Eddie apart, leave him panting and desperate and hard in his pants. He wants to tease him now so he can blow his socks off later.

Eddie doesn’t resist, equally eager to crowd Steve against the brick until they’re pressed together head to toe. They’re basically the same height but Steve is slouching against the wall, making him feel small and safe with Eddie’s arms caging him in. Steve’s own arms wind around Eddie’s waist, settling his hands at the small of his back. Over his clothes, of course; he doesn’t want to cross the line from ‘teasing’ to ‘annoying’ by getting his icy fingers on Eddie’s skin again.

They physically can’t be any closer together with the layers of fabric between them, but Steve still tries, grinding his hips against the denim-clad thigh Eddie has pressed between his legs. It feels so good when they fit together like this, like they were meant to interlock, and Steve's grip at the back of Eddie’s jacket tightens in a futile attempt for more. He can tell Eddie feels the same from the tight hold he has on Steve’s hips.

The alley is quiet around them, save for the distant thumping of the bass from the speakers inside. They can’t hear much over the sounds of their mouths moving together wetly and their ragged breathing. When Eddie shifts to adjust their angle, Steve can see their exhalations turning to foggy clouds in the cold air.

“Okay, I can see our breath right now. Time’s up,” he announces.

Eddie drops his head with a resigned sigh. “Already?” he whines, nuzzling his cold nose along Steve’s jaw and making him shiver.

“I won’t be able to suck you off when we get home if I get hypno— hippo—” He looks at Eddie expectantly when he can't find the word.

“Hypothermia,” Eddie informs him with a final chaste kiss to his lips. “And you have a point, unfortunately. I think parts of me are going numb.”

Steve is about to make the obvious joke about restoring feeling to Eddie’s sensitive spots, but he’s interrupted when the back door of the club crashes open with a violent metallic creak.

He and Eddie all but leap apart, trying to look like anything but two queer boys who were just playing tonsil hockey.

“Steeeeve,” the newcomer whines. “We’ve been looking for you foreeeeeever.”

Steve breathes a sigh of relief when it turns out to be Robin, enjoying the loose and enthusiastic stage of drunkenness while Chrissy tries to keep her propped up like a scarecrow. “Rob, we’ve only been gone for, like, ten minutes max.”

“Yeah but I wanted to dance with you!” She blinks at him like she doesn’t get what he’s not understanding about her obvious motive.

Beside her, Chrissy is shaking her head emphatically and waving her hand in front of her throat, indicating that Robin is cut off for the night.

“You know what? That’s a great idea.” Steve uses a hand at the small of Eddie’s back to usher him forward. “I just need to get something first,” he lies.

“Oh! Can I come?” Robin asks excitedly, like this is some kind of epic adventure out of one of Eddie’s campaigns.

Steve ducks under Robin’s other arm, helping Chrissy to keep her upright as they walk down the alley in the direction of Steve’s car. While Robin is babbling away to Chrissy about how much fun she’s having, Steve turns his head toward Eddie and whispers, “See, no emergency needed.”

“She’s kind of her own emergency, isn’t she?” Eddie’s voice is low and husky with suppressed laughter.

It’s unfair how quickly Steve’s face heats up at the sound. “Stop being sexy until we get home. Twenty minutes, tops.”

“Twenty minutes,” Eddie repeats with a wicked smile. It’s a promise when he says it.

When Steve speeds the whole way back to Robin and Chrissy’s apartment, Eddie is the only one who notices.

#steddiesmuttyseptember #steddie #steddie fic #steve x eddie #steve/eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #mine

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outfromthesmokestack · 2 years ago

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Concept #1

(18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT)

My first post 🫡 Here we go

CW: MdomOC x FsubReader, vaginal sex, aftercare, praise kink, worship if you squint, pet names (baby, sweetheart, good girl, my love), I'm kind of going for a wholesome vibe, we jump straight into it.

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At least an hour of eating you out. A few more hours of pistoning his hips into yours. He finally came inside you for the last time.

"I love you.. I love you.."

His voice was hoarse from grunting and groaning and groveling your name. He looked so pretty hovering above you, sweating and panting. His lips were puffy and his eyes watered and his skin glistened.

"I love you.. I love you.."

All you felt was his body heat around you. The air stank of him, it was your favorite scent. He smelled like home.

Gently, he lowered himself so that his weight lied on top of you comfortably. His lips landed directly on your cheek, smooshing your face to give it sloppy, messy kisses. "Mmmm..." His chest rumbled in content and you sighed happily as he traveled from the side of your face to your neck, securing the markings he left earlier.

"Oh, sweetheart," you breathed. If you had it in you, you could've gone another round because he was so delicious. But the two of you knew you were at your limit.

He released your neck to whisper in your ear, "You did so good for me, baby, thank you." He kissed your neck and hissed at the feeling of you squeezing him. "Such a good girl for me, I love you."

Feeling totally relaxed you sighed, "Mm.. love you.."

He chuckled, delighted at the words coming out of your mouth. He then took your hands into his and pinned them above your head, capturing your lips. He took his time melding your tongues together, understanding that you have the rest of your lives together. He swayed his hips side to side, dragging you with him seeing as he was still inside you, making you moan into his mouth.

He reluctantly pulled his face from yours because he realized he would grow hard again if the two of you stayed like this any longer. Although, he did enjoy you chasing his lips.

He sat up completely, wanting to take one last look at you. Hickey's scattered along your torso, hips bruised from his grip, nipples raw from stimulation. You also had a layer of sweat that gave you heavenly glow.

"God, you're perfect.." He couldn't help but say it out loud. "Absolutely perfect.. And all mine," he marveled at your skin as he ran his hands across it, soothing any aches that may remain.

His hands stopped where the two of you met and he looked into your eyes, wanting to make sure you were paying attention. "Alright, baby, I'm gonna pull out now, okay?"

"Mmkay~"

"Okay, hold my hand." Your palms clasped and he slowly dragged himself out. Your walls were still gripping onto him and it took everything not to slam back inside. You felt empty without him and he saw it on your face.

He swooped back down to kiss your cheek, brow, and forehead. "I know, baby, I know, shh. But we gotta get you cleaned up and get you resting, okay?" His hand found purchase on your cheek and his thumb caressed your bottom lip. You kissed the finger pad and his heart melted.

He left you for a brief moment and came back to wipe you down and cleaned with a warm cloth. After the routine, he slid in under the covers behind you. He wrapped his arms around you and held you tight enough so that there was no space left between you two. His breath on your neck and his nose in your hair.

"Goodnight, my love."

#soft yandere #yandere x reader #yandere smut #oc x reader #yandere oc #yandere x you #male yandere #vague yandere #reader insert #yandere imagines #smut #oc smut #yandere drabble

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angel-shaw · 10 months ago

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VEGA PICKING PEOPLE UP 3!!!!!

Ok first things first, massive thanks to @meepisindahouse for beta reading :3

In this one pet is mostly blind from an accident, they have been mostly blind for a long time . This mentions the kids from chapter two soooo I guess it could be right after that one)

Pet walked quietly through the halls, their hand gliding on the concrete walls. They knew this part of the building well enough they could get around without straining their eyes trying to see. So they walked with their eyes closed, humming to themselves.

They were going to meet Vega after he finished putting the kids to sleep. Sure he could just rift directly to them, but it was good for them to move around and it was fun to walk around trying to remember directions, the walks with Vega were also always nice. As they walked with their fingers gliding against the wall they could feel the deep scars in the concrete. They were still relatively new, a product of a fight. The bumps in the wall were enjoyable to follow, it reminded them of when they were in school, when they would run their fingers through the space between layered bricks

‘There you are Pet,” the familiar soothing voice rang through their head.

They smiled and looked around, trying to guess where Vega was based on hearing him never worked seeing as how he spoke in their head but it was a habit to try.

“Vega, how was your time with the children?” They smiled as they felt his clawed hand brush their cheek, now able to look in his general direction.

‘It was ok, they were rambunctious as usual, but most of them are napping now.’

“Vega, did you spell the children to sleep?” Pet asked, a smile distinct on their face as their tone became teasing.

‘No my darling pet, I simply gave them the means to tire themselves out, then they were all but willing to rest when they learned it was time for me to leave’

They might not have been able to see his smile but they were sure it was there.

“Well I’m glad you didn’t magically drug the children, what would you like to do?”

‘I was just about to ask you the same thing, I have no strong opinion on what I’d like to do.’

“Mmmm, well do you just want to walk around for a bit? We can get some food while we’re at it,”

‘I have no objections, dear one,’

They felt his hand slide down their side to wrap his hand around their own. It completely covered it.

As the two walked Vega slowly pulled them away from the wall their other hand was still passing along. He did that a lot, he always denied it but they knew he liked them to depend on him.

‘What would you like to eat my pet?’

“Mmm I’m not sure,” they said as they brought their other hand to grab onto Vega’s arm, practically clinging to him. “Maybe some kind of wrap?”

‘If you want I’ll go grab a wrap from that one shop you like while I feed, I know you don’t…like to watch me feed.’

“I would love that, thank you Vega. How about we eat in the one room? The one up on the upper floor with the fish? I know you like the fish,”

Vega scoffed, ‘I don’t /like/ the fish, they are simply amusing.’

“Sure, Vega,” they laughed, resting their head on his arm as they walked.

The two continued to walk, talking lightly about both of their days. They reached the elevator and Vega guided their hand to the button, they could do it themselves but once again, Vega loved doing things for them.

It wasn’t a long walk to the room that he suggested, so Vega led them to the soft couch they liked and kissed their forhead before saying he would be back.

“You know if you guide me everywhere I’ll never be able to navigate by myself” they laughed.

“I suppose you will have to simply just call me,” he responded before rifting away.

They were just joking, not only was Vega extremely adamant that they knew their way around in case of emergency but he made sure the halls and rooms were clean in case they wandered in. They enjoyed just sitting in the quiet, listening. There wasn’t much to listen to, the bubble of the fish tank, the whirring of the fan. However it did get boring, so they almost always had their phone on them. It was so easy to use it, Vega and Freelancer had even helped them change settings on their to make it easier for them to use it.

So they pulled out their phone and turned the volume back up. They had a series they were listening to, a D&D table group who uploaded a lot. The third session of one of the group's campaign just started so Pet was re-listening to the whole thing.

It hadn’t been long, 2 or 3 minutes at most when Pet heard the door. Instinctively they turned. “Hello?” They knew it wasn't Vega, Vega hated doors and refused to use them on the “principle of the matter” according to him.

“Oh you’re in here,” a male voice said, “I’ve been looking for you.”

“Oh? Well I’m glad you found me then I suppose, but I’m sorry, I don't recognize your voice. Could you tell me who you are?”

“Who I am doesn’t really matter, you know that thing you hang around?”

There was disdain dripping off of the man's words as he walked over to where Pet was sitting.

“Thing? Do…Do you mean Vega?” It wasn’t uncommon for people to hate daemons but to be so open about it now and to a partner of one surprised them.

“It doesn’t deserve a name.” The man spit out, Pet felt something splash on their face and they went to wipe it off but the man grabbed their hand, “You deserve better, someone like me. But I’ve seen how you look at It and It’s obvious It’s controlling you so I'm going to just take you myself. Don't worry, It’s for you.”

Pet was pulled to their feet, they fell forward into the man's arms, “What?? No, get the hell off of me!” They pushed their one free hand off his chest to regain their balance but he started trying to pull them.

They couldn't see his face but they could feel his arm so they kept trying to plant their feet and pull their arm away. Suddenly his other hand grabbed their shoulder, yanking them off their feet, they were going to fall.

They didn’t even have time to brace to hit the floor before they felt familiar arms wrap around them.

Said arms picked them up and placed them on the couch before patting their head. ‘It’s alright pet, I’ll handle him.’

Then Vega pulled away, Pet opened their eyes and strained to see Vega. It was blurry but they could see Vega stalk over to a lump on the floor. The man, apparently Vega threw him. Pet didn’t know what they were expecting but surprisingly enough Vega picking the man off the ground was in fact part of it. It looked as if the man was hanging by his ankle, he was flailing everywhere, yelling for a second before his voice was suddenly gone. It was clear Vega was saying something to him but what, Pet didn’t know.

Then out of nowhere Vega chucked the man away from him, it took a moment for Pet to follow the movement but the sound of shattering glass did not.

Immediately Vega was in front of them.

‘Are you alright, are you hurt? Is there anywhere I can heal?’ Vega asked, his voice was soft in their head and he didn’t wait for a response before running his clawed hands up and down their arms, pumping healing magic through them, causing the soreness to disappear.

“Vega?”

‘Yes? Is there something I can do?’

“Did you throw that guy out the window?”

‘Yes.’

“Is….is he alive?”

“He did not die from getting thrown, I assure you dear Pet.”

“....that wasn’t the question’’

‘Indeed it was not, now are you alright?’

Pet laughed, “Yeah i'm alright, it startled me but you came to my rescue,” They found Vega’s shoulders and pulled him close for a hug and he let them.

‘Good, now would you like us to go back to our room or do you want to stay here?’

“OMG VEGA!!!” They yelled suddenly, pushing vega slightly away from the,

‘What, what’s wrong??’

“ARE THE FISH OK?!”

There was a pause.

…..

….

‘The fish are alright’

“Oh thank the Gods, ok.”

‘ you are so odd,’ They could tell they worried him but there was affection lacing his voice.

“Question,”

‘Yes?’

“Is there still a window missing or did you fix it?”

‘I fixed it already, the room is how it was, now, would you like to eat here or go back to our room?’

They smiled, ‘Here is good, could you grab my phone? I dropped it when he grabbed me,”

‘Of course’

Were you watching that thing again?’ Vega had asked

“Hmm? Oh ya im still rewatching, I'm on episode 2 now,”

‘Would you mind rewinding it to where you were last night?’

“Sure! You’re interested in it?”

‘You are, and well it is in no way accurate to how magic works it seems fun enough and you make enough references to it that it will be good to understand them”

Pet smiled and did what he asked.

Not long after, the two of them were cuddling on the couch with Pet happily munching away on their food.

@dollscircus @darlin-collins @gumballrightfoots

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted vega #redacted pet #i love them #this is on ao3 btw

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easy-goer-db · 7 months ago

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All characters are adults and fictional.

I lay there in my impossibly thick diaper that was now completely drenched.

My mind was totally blank.

I was still trying to put the pieces together and Paulina was so many steps ahead of me.

She was always an excellent domme when we played. She knew just how to press my buttons.

But now she had all the buttons at her disposal.

I provided all the tools. She just had to use them.

Oh no. I hadn’t even considered…

“All this exercise for the little diaper baby with his humpies. You must be hungry.”

Unable to communicate through my paci gag, all I could do was nod.

I wasn’t hungry, but what choice did I have? I was at her mercy.

“Mmmm. Let’s get some num nums in that tum tums.”

She leaned over and gave me some tummy kisses before standing up.

She yanked my leash again.

“Come on baby boy. Let’s go to the kitchen.”

I rolled onto all fours again ready to crawl in front of her. She yanked my leash.

“Bad baby! Mommy didn’t see you could crawl yet.”

She bent over and swatted my padded bum.

“Obey! Now get in front me, but don’t you dare start crawling to the kitchen til Mommy says it’s ok. Understand little dumb diaper baby?”

I nodded and got in front of her. I was kind of expecting another kick to get me going. Instead she bent over and slid her fingers into the leg guard of my gigantic diaper.

“Just a little check. Hahaha. You are such a little pee pee pants. Helplessly filling up his diapee for Mommy. Good thing I put so many layers on you. Ok, crawl to the kitchen baby.”

Thankfully my apartment isn’t that big. It wasn’t a very long crawl to the kitchen. Those floors really take a toll on your knees though. It wasn’t very comfortable.

She yanked my leash as soon we got to the kitchen.

“Stop baby pants. Put that padded bum down.”

I sat down with an audible squish. She heard.

“Oh goodness. What a little stupid sogger. Ok little baby. Mommy is going to take our your paci gag, but I don’t want to hear a single peep out of you unless I ask you a question. You’ve already done lots of peeping in your diapee. Understand?”

I nodded.

“Good baby.”

She leaned over to undo the gag. It had only been on for a few minutes, but I was grateful to get it off. Why’d I buy such a big pacifier?

“Baby boy must be so hungee. That’s why he’s been so good for Mommy. And Mommy has just the thing to fill that tummy.”

She opened up the cabinet above the sink. I had ordered a few boxes of baby food and there they were lined up like they were on a grocery shelf. Jar after jar facing outward. I hadn’t arranged them like that. Like I said before, she was leaps and bounds ahead of me.

“Who bought all this baby food? Hmmm…?”

“I did Mommy.”

“There’s just so much of it. Does someone wuv his little mushies?”

“Yes Mommy.”

She yanked my leash.

“Yes Mommy, what?” She demanded.

“Yes Mommy, I love baby food.”

I really didn’t. I’d always buy too much. Eat the fruity ones and end up throwing out the rest. But I just liked having the threat of the vegetables and meats around. You know, for the vibes. But this was not for the vibes. I had a bad feeling.

“Hmmm…well if my little diaper loser loves his baby food. Then I guess I’m just going to make him a nice meal. Now, which flavours to choose…”

I could only sit there and look up as Paulina grabbed 4 jars off the shelf. She took a close look at each one before placing them down on the counter. I really couldn’t tell what she’d grabbed. She pulled out a plastic bowl that we used for candy and found a takeout plastic spoon that had been kicking around the apartment forever.

“These really aren’t a appropriate for a wittle loser baby boy. But they’ll have to do for now. Let’s make a meal for the hungry huggie baby.”

She opened each jar and scooped their contents into the bowl. I could hear her giggling and she mixed them around.

“All done. Yum yum. This is going to be such a great treat for my baby boy. Do you want to know what Mommy made you?”

“Yes Mommy.”

“Well I found some yummy peas, some strained carrots, strained sweet potato, and chicken. Mommy made you a nice mushy stew. What do you say to Mommy?”

“Thank you Mommy.”

She yanked my leash again. Gosh, I’ve really got to be better at this.

“Thank you Mommy for what?”

“Thank you Mommy for making me a yummy stew.”

“You’re welcome baby boy. Ok stay right there.”

She put down my leash and sauntered out of the room while I just sat there on the floor looking up at the bowl of disgustingness that was awaiting me. As I was lost in that thought, I heard her footsteps coming up behind me.

“Okay. We just needed a few more things before baby’s feeding time.”

With that I felt her arms go over my shoulders as a piece of fabric covered my throat and chest. I swiftly felt it get connected behind my neck. Of course, a bib. That’s not a surprise. I looked down to see which one she picked. In big block baby letters it read, “Messy Eater”. Honestly, it was one of my favourite purchases. I always felt so embarrassed when I’d wear it.

She was still behind me.

“Ok. Just one more thing.”

One more thing? What else could she need? I didn’t need to play that guessing game for long as I felt another piece of fabric wrap around my face and get fastened behind my head. She busted out the blindfold. She loved using that blindfold when we’d engage in sensory play.

“Perfect! Such a well behaved baby boy for Mommy. You stay right where you are on your little diaper bum.”

I did as I was told.

I heard a chair pull up right in front of me. The front legs of the chair pushed right up against my diaper. Paulina’s legs were firmly planted behind me on either side. She grabbed my hands and fastened the rings of the padded mittens to the legs of her chair. She could easily control me with her heels on my back and my hands fastened below her.

“My little sog monster isn’t going anywhere, is he? Is baby ready for his nums?”

“Yes Mommy. Pwease feeds me.”

No yank on the leash. Ok. I’m getting this.

“Okay. Open wide…her comes the airplane.”

I don’t need to tell you how gross that first bite was. I gagged. I couldn’t help it. It especially didn’t help that 2nd spoonful came soaring in just moments later. Being blindfolded, I had no idea when the next disgusting lump of mush was destined for my mouth. She was expertly changing her rhythm, so it was awful surprise after awful surprise. I was gagging, I was drooling, I was trying to move. She had me all locked up though. As the feeding went on, she stopped aiming for my mouth. I was getting mush on my chin, my nose, my cheeks, my neck. Everywhere. She was always making a point to scoop those bits off and direct them back to my mouth. But I could tell that I was covered in mush. Finally the constant attack of the spoon stopped.

“Such a good baby eating all is his yum yums for Mommy. He’s going to grow up to be such a stwong man. Not a little diaper loser. Ok, let’s finish your meal.”

Finish?

Once again. No time to linger on questions as a nipple was jammed into my mouth. Oh yes. Back to the suckling.

“Yum yum. Such a thirsty baby. He needs to wash down his mushies. 5 minutes baby boy…or else.”

I really didn’t want to test what all else meant. So the frantic suckling started. It tasted like that thick milk again. I could tell that I was making progress as Paulina held the bottle in my mouth. I felt that familiar sense of air coming through the nipple. Nice, I was getting good drinking these bottles.

“Wow! Little diaper baby drank that so fast. You must be so thirsty. Here.”

One bottle was swapped out. Another was swapped in. It was the milky substance again.

“I think 5 minutes is too much for my little baba sucker. 4 minutes this time baby boy.”

I didn’t know if it was possible to suckle faster. But believe me, I tried. Paulina started fidgeting the bottle around, so it was hard to stay latched on the nipple. I thought I was still doing well. Then the countdown started.

“10, 9, 8…”

Suckle suckle suckle.

“5, 4, 3…”

Suckling as hard as I can.

“Times up baba boy! You didn’t finish. What a little dummy. Can’t even finish his baba or stay clean during his feeding.” She mocked.

I tried to squirm away, but I couldn’t.

Two things happened simultaneously.

I once again uncontrollably wet my diaper.

And then I heard the familiar.

Click.

Her hands went behind my head to remove the blindfold.

The first thing I saw was her phone screen.

She’d snapped a picture of me wearing a bib, covered in baby food and filling my diaper.

“Oh. The girls will think this is one is so cute. Maybe it’ll even be the cover of our baby picture album!”

Oh god.

“Now, you need to be punished for not finishing your baba on time. I think the girls would really like a video of you telling them how much you love your baby food and how you are such a messy eater. Now, I’m going to press record and you’re going to tell them and you’re going to tell them in baby talk.”

Oh no. This is way more than I bargained for.

“Ok babykins. I’m recording. What do you love?”

“I wuv my baby foods dat Mommy makes me.”

��If you love it so much then why is so much on your face and your bib?”

“Because I a messy eata.”

“Awww. Just like your little bibby says. What happened to your diapee after Mommy fed you?”

“I mades a tinkle in my diapee.”

“And why are you in diapers baby boy?”

“Because I wittle diapee woser.”

“Hahaha. Good baby.”

She put her phone down.

“Awww. Such a good baby for Mommy. Okay, maybe you deserve a little treat.”

Paulina stood up. She detached the mittens from the leg of the chair. She grabbed the leash again.

“Ok baby. Turn around for Mommy. We’re going to crawl back to the living room. Well you’re going to crawl. Hehe.”

I turned around. As I got up on my hands and knees, I could really feel how droopy my diaper was getting. No more time to ponder as I got a smack on my squishy bum.

“Ok baby waybe. Crawl for Mommy.”

I started to move forward. The diaper was heavier and was getting bulkier. It was even hard to crawl. My knees were being pushed out. The mittens and booties did not help with getting traction. Paulina was giggling behind.

“Oh my gosh. My little baby can barely cwawl.”

As I was struggling to physically keep moving forward, something else stopped me. The floodgates opened again. I couldn’t crawl and wet. I just stopped as I filled my diaper again.

Paulina knew, but the theme of the day is no secrets.

“What’s the matter little loser? Why’d you stop?”

“I wet my diapee Mommy.”

“Hahahahaha. Again? You’re a little fire hydrant, aren’t you? Who is Mommy’s little pissy pamper pants?”

“I am Mommy. I’m a little pamper pisser.”

“Haha. Well at least you know what you are. Okay. Enough stalling. Keep crawling.”

It just took a few moments until we were in the living room in front of the sofa. I got the familiar yank on my leash.

“Bum down baby boy.”

There was the squish again. And another giggle from Paulina.

She sat down on the sofa and took off her shirt. That was a sight for sore eyes. She proceeded to unhook her bra. Oooh. This could be good.

“Alright baby boy. Time for your treat. Come up here and lay across Mommy’s lap.”

She reached down to put her hands under my armpits, so my booties didn’t spike me too much as I clumsily climbed up on her lap. She laid me down across her legs on my back. What happened next had only ever been a fantasy. With her hand behind my head, she guided my face towards her breast. I knew exactly what to do. No need for instruction. I latched right onto her nipple.

“Awww. Did the baby want Mommy’s boobie in his mouth? Is that why he’s been so fussy lately? Did he just want to be in his diapee sucking on Mommy’s titties?”

I could only make muffled sounds as I sucked away at Paulina’s nipple. But they were affirmative.

“So my wittle diaper baby wants to be a boobie sucker?”

“Mmmhmmhmmm.”

“Wow. So you’re an even bigger baby than I thought? Interesting.”

She used her other hand to start rubbing the front of my saturated diaper.

“So I’m going to have treat you like an even bigger baby, aren’t I? Hmmm. My little diaper loser might just have to be even littler. Hmmm?”

She kept rubbing the front of my diaper. Going faster.

“Do I need to get you a playpen? Does baby need a crib? Oh? Do we need to build a nursery for you? Is that we need?”

I started squirming. I didn’t want to admit, but I loved the feeling of her nipple in my mouth. I loved what she was doing to my diaper. I was so close.

“Mmmmhmmmmommmyhmph.”

She clutched at the front of my diaper and gave me 3 deep rubs. I exploded. We both knew.

“Awweee. Did diaper baby make another cum cum in his diapee? Is it because you liked what Mommy was saying?”

I didn’t want to unlatch.

“Mmmhmmmmmmm.”

“Oh my god. You are so pathetic. You just want to be Mommy’s little diaper filling dummy…”

She let that hang in the air for just a beat.

“Hahahaha. Ok. You got it diaper dummy. You’re going to be my diaper loser for ever. For. Ever.”

And then it happened again. Another burst of pee into my padding. Speaking of bursting…I could tell right away, but there was nothing I could do. I tried to squirm off her lap. It was too late. I was leaking.

“Ewww! Are you leaking on me? Bad baby! Is that you thank Mommy for giving you a treat?”

Before I could even unlatch to get out an I’m sorry, she pushed me off her lap sending me tumbling to the floor with urine trickling down my legs.

“I put my little diaper loser in such a thick diapee and he’s already leaking through. You are such a pee pee pants! Get on your hands and knees.”

She sprung off the sofa. She grabbed the leash and shortened it to pull me right at her heel. She tugged and started dragging me to the bedroom.

“Let’s go soggy pants. Keep up! We need to get that diapee changed before you make a big mess.”

I tried desperately to keep up, but I could barely move. The constant yanking of the leash throwing me off balance. It felt like an eternity getting to the bedroom. When we finally arrived.

“Don’t you dare put that soggy bum down on the floor. I don’t want to deal with any more dumb baby messes. You stay perfectly still.”

It’s all I could do. I still felt pee trickling down the inside of my thighs. This was beyond humiliating.

She went into one of the storage bins and pulled out one of my changing mats. They were impulse buys that I never really used. But I’d never been in a situation like this.

“It’s so pathetic that my wittle diaper loser floods his diapers so much that Mommy needs to use a changing mat.”

She spread the changing mat on the bed. She yanked my leash again.

“Get up there diaper dummy. Mommy has to change you.”

I obediently and awkwardly got up on the bed. Trying to ignore the spikes pressuring my feet. As I got my hands up on the bed, I got a very firm smack on the bum.

“Bad baby! You need to be punished again! But let’s get you changed first. Get on your back crinkle butt.”

I laid across my changing mat with my legs splayed open by the wet bulk wrapped around my crotch. Paulina went to work untaping layer after layer.

“What am I going to do with you? 8 diapers wasn’t enough to keep you from being a little loser leaker? 8? Now I know why you ordered so many, because you are just a super soaker.”

She finally got all the layers of diapers off me. Into a garbage bag they went. There I was. Covered in wet baby powder and oil. Totally exposed waiting for my girlfriend to re-diaper me. And I was going to wait for a little longer. She took the garbage bag and left the room.

She yelled back from the kitchen.

“We’re going to have to my get my diaper dummy a diaper pail. Even though you’ll fill that up too! So pathetic.”

My walls aren’t super thin. But they are thin enough that I wondered if the neighbours heard that. No time to consider that. Paulina came back into the room with her hands full. In each hand was a full bottle with what looked like the apple juice from earlier. She shoved one into my mouth.

“4 minutes baba boy!”

I started to suckle.

“If you keep wetting like this, Mommy is going to have make sure you get lots of fluids. Okay. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

I’d be lying if the cleanup was not kind of enjoyable. The feeling of soft wipes going up and down my lower body. Extra focus on my inner thighs and diaper area. I felt very loved even though Paulina had a massive scowl on her face.

“Okay little loser. All clean!” She cooed condescendingly.

“Now, what are we going to do about your little leaky loser habit? Hmmm…what do you think diaper dummy?”

“I tink a thick diapee Mommy…”

“I just had you in a thick diaper? Do you need an even thicker diaper?”

“Yes Mommy, I needs a ticker diapee.”

“Hahaha. Ok pamper pants.”

The powdering and oiling was not as thorough as my first diapering. But it was still a copious amount. The second I finished my bottle, she shoved another one in my mouth.

“4 minutes baby boy.”

I didn’t need the reminder, but I went straight to work suckling. She went straight to work applying diaper after diaper. I buy them a size up to accomplish multiple layer diaperings. If her plan is to go over 8 layers, one size up might not be enough.

Diaper after diaper after diaper.

I lost count.

She didn’t.

When the powder settled, she took a step back to admire her work. I was completely immobilized.

“I know a wittle dummy like you probably can’t count this high. But you are now wearing 12 diapers! 12! An entire bag. And you know what…I don’t think that’s enough.”

Out came the cloth diapers. She managed to fasten 2 more on me.

She took another step back to look me over.

“Hmmm…just one more think for my dumb diaper baby.”

Oh no. No, no. Not the…

I felt the rustle around my booties. The elastic leg holes making their way up my legs.

The plastic pants.

There was going to be no leaking. But there was going to be a lot of sweating.

“Hips up babykins.”

And just like that the pink plastic pants were snapped over my massive diaper.

“Awww. Look how cute you are. Kick your little baby legs for me. I want to hear the rustles and the crinkles of my little leaky loser.”

I did as I was told. It was really hard. I could barely move my legs.

Out came the phone again.

“Time for another punishment baby. Let’s make another video, but first…”

Click.

“Another one for the wittle baby album! Ok baby. You are going to tell everyone why you’re in such a thick diapee. Understand?”

“Yes Mommy.”

“Ok. I’m recording. Baby boy, how’d you end up in such a thick diapee and plastic panties?”

“Because I weaked in my diapee.”

“You leaked? In such a thick diaper? Why?”

“Cause I just a dumb potty pants baby Mommy.”

“How long do you think you’ll keep this diapee dry?”

“I…” I trailed off. As if on cue, I wet my brand new diaper.

“What happened baby?”

“I wet my diapee Mommy.”

“Hahaha. Already. See what I’m dealing with girls? My goodness.”

She put her phone away.

“This is so much fun taking care of a big dumb diaper boy. And it’s only going to get more fun.”

She left the room and went back to the kitchen. Two more bottles and the paci gag in hand. Paulina shoved the bottle in my mouth.

“4 minutes baby boy.”

She looked at her watch.

“Oh goodness. Look at the time. We need to get the sweepy dumb diaper baby to bed.”

It was barely 6pm. But I was in no position to object.

“Hmmm…what should the widdle baby wear to bed?”

She knew. She knew exactly what she was going to do. She made a straight line for the footed jammies. She picked out one with animal prints and a drop seat on the back. I was pretty grateful that my booties were removed. But my feet were encased by the jammies in no time. The mittens stayed on, but she managed to get my arms into the jammies. My collar and leash stayed on. She hitched the leash to the bed.

“We can’t have you going anywhere. My little dumb baby won’t be escaping this and getting in twouble.”

I wasn’t going to be much of an escape artist with locking mittens and diapers too thick to allow me to move at any kind of speed.

“Up on all fours baby pants.”

It was a struggle. But I got there. She pulled the drop seat down on my jammies.

Click.

“Another picy wicky of my itty bitty baby. We’re already got so many! Okay baby lie down on your side.”

I did as I was told. I felt her come into bed behind me. She wrapped one leg around my waist. She slid her other hand under my armpit. I was getting a cuddle! Except with a catch. The last bottle of the day was slid into my mouth.

“Drink up baby boy. Hold your baba for Mommy.”

I tried to clutch the bottle with my mittens, but the angle was so weird. Paulina was not going to help. She kept me all locked up in a cuddle position, but her hand moved down to my diapered crotch. As I suckled on the bottle, she gave me a series of diaper pats on the front of my diaper. I was basically a front of the diaper spanking. It really did stir me.

“This is your little diaper loser life now. Mommy is always in charge. Get used to it super soaker. I have big plans for my dumb diaper boy.”

I finished my bottle. Before I could even say a word, the pacifier gag was strapped back in.

“Nighty night diaper boy.”

She gave my diaper one last squeeze.

And for what felt like the millionth time that day, I soaked myself.

“Hahaha. What a diaper loser.”

#ab dl diaper #diaper regression #domme mommy

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tryathingortwo · 2 years ago

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Thanksgiving Drive Finale, Part 2

She felt content after plate two.

She felt full after plate five.

By plate seven, her dress began to feel a bit tighter than it should.

She stopped counting after plate thirteen.

Aurora was in a state of pure bliss. Helena must have been teasing her with the cooking before because nothing had tasted nearly as delicious as the feast she had been making her way through now. If all the other meals that month were worth five stars, this one was off the scale.

Helena cooked like that on purpose. She knew that if she cooked at the same level of quality, then despite all the training, Aurora would have backed out by now. Everything had gone according to plan; Helena was finally reaping the rewards of her training, her manipulation, the whole month long.

So, too, was Aurora.

Her stomach bulged tightly against her dress, though she hardly noticed at all. Her dress, which had draped well past her knees, was slowly pulled up halfway across her thighs. Her rear, still propped up in the chair she sat in before, squirmed as she took another long, wistful bite. Her breasts, resting against her middle like a table, only accented the prominent feature that took up all of Helena’s concentration.

Aurora's stomach was huge.

Helena was still shocked, to be quite honest. She stared at Aurora as the bloated beauty shoved another spoon of sweet potato casserole in her dainty mouth and fawned, then let her eyes wander to the orb that sat in front of the lavender babe. It stretched out in front of her like something out of a DeviantArt fanfiction. She must have added a foot to her waist at least, Helena thought as she continued to stare at her wife.

Size comparisons couldn’t do her belly justice. Aurora seemed almost ignorant of her size, otherwise, she’d be in a mixed state of shock and sheer discomfort. Her tummy was starting to stretch into the realm of the imagination, pushing far past a full-term pregnancy. Helena could only continue to glare at her wife as Aurora mindlessly patted her stomach while chewing on another bite of the turkey.

Oh yeah, the turkey.

Helena joked earlier about Aurora mistakenly eating the whole bird because of how ravenous she was. She didn’t expect the girl to take the comment to heart. Yet, here sat Aurora, picking meat off one of the bones of the now-devoured carcass of a previously plump turkey. Helena would almost be horrified at how easily the turkey was consumed if she wasn’t so turned on at the same time.

Aurora stifled a burp as she gently tossed the bone back onto the turkey’s main dish housing. Patting her stomach absentmindedly, she hummed something to herself as she stared at some of the other dishes around the room that had been mostly untouched.

“Helena, dearie, that platter of macaroni looks delish, mind bringing it closer?” She innocently asked, pointing to a dish on a side table on the other side of the room. Helena, a bit dumbfounded, stumbled over to the dish and picked it up. She brought the platter in closer, to which Aurora giggled with delight and stuck a fork in. She plopped a hefty bite of the cheesy dish past her lips, sighing contently as she chewed.

“So, hun,” Helena asked, slowly stepping behind the girl and leaning down, “how’re you feeling?” The pink girl placed a gentle hand against her lover’s engorged stomach, feeling just how tightly packed her guts were underneath the soft layer of fat that had been stretched quite a bit.

“Mmmm… fantastic! You went all out!” The girl giggled, her stomach quivering slightly as she did.

“Yeah, I suppose I did,” Helena murmured, rubbing slow circles against Aurora’s overstuffed stomach. “Are you sure you feel alright? You have been quite… hungry today,” Helena asked.

“Y-Yeah, why do you ask?” she said in between chews.

“Just… you’ve eaten the whole turkey,” she looked into Aurora’s eyes, “...and half the other main dishes.”

Aurora locked eyes with Helena as she asked, slowing her chewing until she stopped and swallowed. After a pause, they both began to let their eyes travel down in unison until Aurora finally took notice of the massive swell extending from her sternum. The fork in her hand, in the process of diving in for another bite, slowly slipped from her fingers. Aurora could only stare in horrified awe at her stomach, which began to press against the table in front of her despite leaning back against the chair. Only when the fork rang out as it clattered against the edge of the table did she blink, then shake her head and turn to face Helena.

“Wha-UUUURP– happened?” She asked, quickly covering her face out of sheer embarrassment. A bubble of gas had dislodged somewhere within her insides, taking advantage of her momentary break from gorging to clear itself out. Cheeks darkening as she slowly became self-aware of her state of gluttony, she slowly lowered her hands and placed them atop the curve of her stomach. As her fingertips pressed into the taut skin, she grimaced. The touch she felt through her stomach finally caught up to her, and she felt the weight of her middle slowly weigh down on her consciousness.

“Well,” Helena began as Aurora tried to lean forward a bit, to no avail, “Sometime after the fifth plate you just kinda… kept eating. Without any help.” She patted the side of Aurora’s tummy. The plump girl could only continue to stare at her stomach, head bobbing slightly in time with Helena’s rubs. The two girls sat in silence for a few moments, Helena continuing to rub Aurora’s stomach while she sat there, stunned, belching every so often.

Finally, Aurora spoke up. “...babe?”

“Yes, my love?” asked Helena, leaning down closer to her face.

“Can you… pick up my fork?” She smiled, nervously.

Helena stared for a second, then picked the fork back up and grinned at the bloated beauty before her.

“Good girl,” she whispered as Aurora grasped the fork, then went in for another bite.

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bulletholes-for-breathing · 4 months ago

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STOP POLITICIZING OUR YOUNGLINGS

Look above in diagram B for Bill. He is holding up the amount of women he had "sexual relations" with.

Look, I'm no psychologist. I look a lot like one. I sit on a couch all day, write meaningless scribbles on a piece of paper, and at the end of the day, the best advice I can give my patient is to pay me on time. That being said, and even done, there is one thing Sigma Freud here can attest to. Politics is a game of chess. Yes, there are frequent bursts of outrage, flipping the board, ignoring the rules, and moving pawns into the Capitol on January 6th, but at the end of the day, there are many nested layers. Unlike Chess, though, politics isn't all black and white, and that's the issue. There are many "youth" political organizations, most notably Turning Point and Youth Democrats of America (where else?!), who infiltrate schools and attempt to indoctrinate the young ones into their partisan religions. It's almost like an auction in some cases. "Frat boy going once, going twice, SOLD to the suited man from Turning Point." I don't have any issue with humanity's inklings getting involved in politics. Alexander the Great took over in his 20s. It's the partisan part of it that they shouldn't be exposed to. Here's the deal. Kids my age are desperately lame and try everything they can to "fit in" with a group. Well all of a sudden, you have the two largest political parties ever conceived rolling up to high schools, ready to give them what they want. It's the easiest lobbying scheme. You just have to go to the school's lobby and they're in. However, like I said, these groups attempt to turn the patchwork of politics, the chess of it, into a game of checkers. Stuff like "He's bad, he's good, high taxes good, low taxes bad, lock him up, give her a sticker."

HAPPY MEAL POLITICS

Cheeseburger, apple, drink, toy. I'm loving it!

High taxes, low border security, dumb foreign policy, I'm loving it too!

These groups conduct the covert operation of "Happy Meal Politics." When you buy the Happy Meal at McDonalds, you are NOTORIOUSLY unable to alter the contents of your happy meal. You buy it because it's popular, and get everything that comes with it. Its really the same deal with these political party youth groups. If you join Youth Democrats of America, for example, they give you a little pamphlet with all their subscribed beliefs. But you know, surprise surprise, it doesn't just have to be like that. You can support lower taxes, a "republican" policy, whilst also supporting the decarbonization of the atmosphere, a "democratic" policy. But no, you must eat the ENTIRE happy meal they give you. No substitutions! Also, you can't stray from the overarching "message" without being alienated from the group. Turning Point, for example, endorsed the Donald this year without even entertaining the other conservative candidates that were available. You can follow the shepherd, so long as you're not a black sheep, it seems.

CHEESEBOARD POLITICS

Mmmm CḤÉÉSE. Screw the happy meal, bring out all the options! Let me choose as I wish. Cheeseboard politics is a much better way of getting the kiddos involved in the politics. Instead of having political parties invade these schools, invite over political cause groups instead. (And no, not political action groups. What a deceptive name.) Invite over the Veteran's Heritage Project or a global warming action group. (Just please not "Just Stop Oil" they are atrocious) Kids can get invested in these issues, like an episode of Stranger Things or whatever they watch, and a little later on in life they can say "Hmm, you know, this guy running for United States discord manager agrees with a lot of my beliefs. I'll vote for this goon." It gets people thinking politics over partisan. Of course, people will end up voting for the two major political factions, but they'll know where they're compromising with their selection. Be a conservative, not a Republican. Be a liberal, not a democrat, or preferably neither. And most importantly, be a subscriber to this glorious Tumblr empire I have built.

#politics #election 2024 #deez nuts

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healeroflightanddark · 8 months ago

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Bonds of the Soul, Chapter 9: Pizza Night

By the time Yuri and Yuya had showered and changed their clothes, the kitchen was spotless and Yuto had decided to make some dinner for the counterparts. He had mixed up some flour, yeast, sugar, salt, olive oil, and water into a dough, which was now sitting in a bowl to rise.

“Yuya, what kind of toppings do you like on pizza?” Yuto asked when Yuya slid down the firepole. Yuya lit up and answered, “All kinds! Pepperoni, sausage, ham, salami, bacon, olives, mushrooms, peppers, and onions!”

Yuto gave a nod as he got the listed toppings out of the fridge. “What about you, Yuri?”

“I like vegetarian pizzas,” Yuri said from the bottom of the stairs. “Mushrooms, artichokes, peppers, onions, and olives.”

Yuto got out some artichoke, then went to the garage where Yugo was still working on his D-Wheel. “Yugo, what kind of pizza toppings do you like?”

Yugo gasped, “Are we ordering pizza?!” Yuto shook his head, “No, I’m making pizza.”

Yugo stared at him for a moment. “Making… pizza…?”

“Yeah, so what kind do you like?” Yuto asked patiently. Yugo blinked in confusion, before his eyes widened, “Pizza wizard…”

“What?” Yuto was confused. Yugo nodded solemnly and repeated, “Pizza wizard.”

“I… don’t know what that means…” Yuto admitted. Yugo just looked at him. “You’re a pizza wizard.”

“I… no, I… Yugo, you do realize that people cook pizza, right?” Yuto asked, raising an eyebrow. “They don’t just magically appear in pizza shops.”

“They don’t?” Yugo was surprised. Yuto chuckled and shook his head. “No. I’ll show you how to make them sometime. For now, what kind of toppings do you want?”

“Meat!” Yugo said eagerly. “All the meat! But no veggies. I don’t like veggies on my pizza!”

“Alright,” Yuto said with a smile. “I’ll let you know when I put the pizza in the oven so you can have time to have a shower. You’re covered in grease.”

Yugo grinned and went back to working on his D-Wheel as Yuto went back into the kitchen to work on the pizzas. There was now enough dough for two pizzas, so Yuto rolled it out onto two pizza pans and started topping them. First came the base layer of tomato sauce, which Yuto had made from scratch using Yoko’s blender. Then he began adding the toppings, separating each pizza into quarters. Each quarter had the desired toppings for each counterpart: Yuya’s all-topping pizza, Yuri’s veggie pizza, and Yugo’s meat pizza. The fourth quarter on each pizza was left plain with four cheeses, Yuto’s favorite. He then slipped the pans into the oven and set the timer for twenty minutes, before popping back out to the garage.

“The pizzas are in the oven,” Yuto told Yugo. “Go ahead and have a shower. They should be done by the time you finish.”

Yugo lit up excitedly and put his tools away, before heading into the house. But instead of going upstairs to shower, he made a beeline for the kitchen and peered through the oven window at the cooking pizzas.

“Oi! The kitchen does not have a shower!” Yuto scolded. “I just cleaned up after Yuya and Yuri’s food fight too!”

“I just wanted to see the pizzas,” Yugo said, before heading upstairs to shower.

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By the time Yugo came back downstairs, Yuto was pulling the pizzas out of the oven. “The pizzas are done!” he called out, grabbing the pizza cutter from a drawer and cutting each pizza into eight slices. Yuya, Yuri, and Yugo hurried to the kitchen to serve themselves their pizza.

The moment Yugo took a bite of his meat pizza, he was in heaven. This was the best pizza he had ever tasted! His eyes started tearing up from how good his pizza was. “Y-Yuto? You’re the best pizza person ever!”

Yuto blushed a little. “I’m not that good…” Yugo began eagerly devouring his pizza, savoring the flavor. “Mmmm! So good!”

“It really is delicious!” Yuya agreed. Yuri was too busy eating to say anything, but privately he agreed.

“Well, I’m glad you like it,” Yuto said, smiling modestly.

#cross posted on ao3 #cross posted on quotev #cross posted on wattpad #yugioh arc v #yuya sakaki #yuri #yuto #yugo #post canon #dimensionshipping

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theboysfromaustin · 1 year ago

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July 17, 2015

Gav stared at the cookbook, hands shaking. Tomorrow was the day. The day. Ian looped one arm around his waist, "We trust you absolutely. You and I have spent a lot of time baking together." "Never a wedding cake!" "Doesn't have to be ornate, we're not fancy, don't forget we spent last night on the couch eating bananas wrapped in peanut-butter covered tortillas for dinner."

"Heh…Um, so…cake flavor?" "Strawberry and chocolate, alternating layers since we're doing four." "Hey, queers, I'm out!" Kazuo waved as Maureen pulled up - they were going to pick up flowers. "Bye, baby! Don't wear yourself out!" "Oh, I won't, sex machine!" "Be good, Kaz! Say hi to Maureen!" Kazuo laughed as he left.

"Alright. Step by step. Big task, but we're two very capable bakers." Anders arrived, lugging in cases of drinks - a lot of it alcohol, "You got a dolly?" "Right side of the garage near the back." "Thanks," he went outside. "Okay. Cake first, we have a stand mixer and a hand mixer." "Can I have the stand mixer? Less chance of me getting my goatee stuck." "Go ahead. Chocolate or strawberry?" "Strawberry." "We have fresh ones to puree. And we're doing a vanilla buttercream to frost."

"Thank you for not saying fondant." "God, I hate fondant." Anders dropped off several boxes, "Gonna get wild tomorrow." "Neighbors should brace themselves." "Dad, what advice about marriage would you give to a single guy?" "Live with them for a while. Years, even. If your weirdness doesn't drive each other away, then congratulations." "Married at 76, what's one old guy thing you'll never give up?" "Peaches and cottage cheese," Ian began measuring ingredients, "You got more?" "Yup." "Good. Load us up.""Dad Kaz out?" "Went with Maureen to get flowers."

"He won't be much help."

"Yes, well, the other option was having him in the kitchen. Helping us." "Okay, flowers are better. He does love hanging out with Maureen, though." "Love her." Anders left to get more drinks, "I'll finish this up, then I can help you. Food truck's ready for tomorrow." "Mmmm, barbecue." "Thank you," Ian dug into his pocket, pulling out a couple hundred dollar bills, "For your time and effort."

"Good dad." "I try." "Too bad you're too old to be a ring bearer." "At least we Maureen's pup Robert to do it. And Martha as the flower girl." Anders left to get another load of crates, Ian and Gav focusing on prepping batter.

"How ya feelin'?" "Like I have to puke. But I'm excited," Kazuo grinned, "I was afraid it was never going to happen." "He's been waiting a long time. I wish Shirley were here…Jeremy…his parents, his brother, your mom and grandparents…" "Lot of people will be missing. I wish aunt Ayaka could make it, but I get that she runs a hotel."

"With this, I have everything I ever wanted. A husband, another partner, a kid…well, if Anders gives us a grandkid, that would be great." Maureen looked over, Kazuo's lower lip quivering, "Hey…" "For so long, I was told I wasn't worthy of love. I proved everyone wrong. If they could see me now…"

"Your mom would be proud of you." "I wish she could see me with my family. See how happy I am." "She knows you're in good hands. She loved Ian." Kazuo smiled, "That's always good to be reminded of." They pulled into the flower shop. Kazuo was suddenly aware that he was wearing a Strapping Young Lad shirt, rainbow belt and strawberry-patterned Crocs. "Don't worry, it's all paid, they're not going to turn you away."

"Still probably the weirdest man to limp through their doors." Maureen put her arm around him, "Anyone bothers you, I'll deck 'em, just like Shirley would." Kazuo grinned, pushing open the door. The woman at the counter looked up, "Hello, how can I help you?" Kazuo stepped up, "Hi, we're picking up arrangements for the Mitsuwa-Gabriel wedding." "Alright, two standing arrangements, and a dozen large table arrangements."

She began to bring them out, Kazuo stiffening. The arrangements were ornate, white and blue flowers intertwined. A tear worked its way down his cheek. "Kaz?" "They're beautiful, and…it's happening. It's really happening." "You deserve it. You've both waited a long time." Kazuo smiled, "Thank you so much. Let's get these home."

Ian leaned on the counter, "Okay. They're baking. One part done." Gav leaned on him, head on his chest, hands on his hips, "I'm happy." "So am I. I've wanted this ever since I was a young man." "You two are perfect together." Anders came in from the backyard, Martha in tow, "Once those are out, can you help me set up tables and chairs? I got the lights." "Yeah."

Ian perked up as the screen door at the front opened, Maureen and Kazuo entering, flowers in hand. "I'll watch the oven," Gav let Ian up, the older man and Anders going to unload the car. Ian kissed Kazuo's forehead as he passed, blush immediately coloring his cheek. The arrangements were set on the table. Ian stepped back, hand to his mouth, eyes shut.

Kazuo slipped one arm around him, "You okay?" "I-I'm sorry. They're beautiful, it's what I've always wanted. Everything's coming together, and…." Kazuo pivoted to his front, hand to his cheek, "This is our beginning. Our forever." Ian hugged him tightly, wincing a bit from the healing tattoo on his chest, "I can't wait for tomorrow." "Neither can I. We're gonna run down that aisle." Ian rested his chin on Kazuo's head,

"I can't wait, husband."

#oc #original character

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shirks-all-responsibilities · 2 years ago

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Reading this felt like you lifted up the hood/bonnet and let us peek at the PRIMAL base fueling this kind of sexual intimacy, I was like BEYOND turned on, this was something WAYYYY more profound, something far more deep, I just wanted to, like, blush from the depths of my soul reading this because holy as;faosij;aslkfjsdfkdlf. Like the good little smut goblin I am, I sat and pondered and re-read this fer a bit and am now pleased to give you some werds beyond the keysmash-laced-screaming that graced your DMs, so buckle up let’s see if I make any sense…😆

Din eating her out tho??? My stars, to be the complete absolute center of attention of this man like that?? His honesty about his inexperience, being so open to direction, that THIS man is this way? Him wanting that explicit consent and eagerness from her, this good competent man just wanting her to feel good?? That sharply-honed, all-consuming focus and observation he’s so skilled at, how he so quickly learns what she needs with his tongue, I’m…But what really did me in was his HANDS JOINED WITH HERS during SO MUCH of it, the way they pin her hips in place as things progress? Excuse????

OK I love how you keep finding things that have no right to be quite as sexy as they are but OOOOF just ARE, like that reveal that Din has dressed down to the thinnest layer yet, and that “his cloth-covered cock nestles right against your naked pussy” EXCUSE ME I can live in that moment forever, hnnngggg, the WANT of it, and the slow, continual shedding of Mando’s layers in more ways than one??

Ok ok ok ok ok, nowwwww we get to the FUCKING, or the part of this chapter that nearly made me lose my whole fic-loving little mind.

The way you convey so mindblowingly well that feeling of being COMPLETELY ENVELOPED and ENGULFED by this man fucking you, like, down to the primal level of the fkg quarks in the atoms of your cells, in every sense, in every way that’s possible?? Her vulnerability feeling like the most wonderful and safe thing in the world, a safe haven from space-time itself, you getttt ittttt.

Mando shifting into a bit of dominance obviously made this even hotter, but for me, what made the all-enveloping-dominance almost indescribably hotter was how Mando does it so naturally…like how it just feels right and natural and he just DOES it without making some big show about it, perhaps not even being fully cognizant of it, maybe not even fully conscious of the way it’s affecting her, like it comes from some deep primal instinctual place within him to be the counterpoint to her in this way, to give it to her in this way, he just DOES IT and DEAR LAWD SOMEONE HALP I’M GOING TO FAINT. Like, the dialogue you chose to give him was perfect, how he doesn't have to sit and verbally assert his dominance, this man just IS, which is so much hotter, mmmmm! And the context just makes it all that much better…the teasing moment that preceded the start of it, the context of the fic and these two, that it’s this competent, respectful, GOOD man that is doing all this, doing it with such love and care, wanting her to feel so good, able to restrain his strength with complete control?

And mmmm, how you made the smut here RELENTLESS in the absolute best way, it just kept going, wave after beautiful wave, each one higher than the next, the crest being that last segment when we realize he HASN’T COME YET (holy self control) and how can they possibly continue it’s toooo hot but HE DOES and shifts to that gentle rocking into her and HOLY CANNOLIS.

There’s SO MANY good lines and turns of phrase in this that express all of the above. Just…so good.

And, my heart, that recurring lil motif of “That warm bright thing in your chest,” I feel for her!

Also, this line tho: “I’ll be honest, I think I’ve already blacked out what I just said. It’s my coping mechanism for dealing with incredibly embarrassing moments.” OK but this is me but during intense/emotional arguments or when people are unhappy with me, I feel called out. 😆🙃

And such a small thing, but I LOVE reading about heightened senses in a dark room, the sounds of Mando shedding most of his layers, it just hits a happy calming spot in me. 😊

I just can’t believe I get to read stuff this good?? Thank you for sharing it with us!

And also, I see you sequestering the smut into their own glorious little posts…that might have been helpful for a certain *someone* who wanted to go back and read the glorious smut…more than once…😏

The Third Step - Chapter Sixteen

Part of The World Is Light, Embodied.

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 6500 (sorry not sorry)

Warnings etc: a sprinkling of anxiety, some negative thoughts about self-worth but don’t worry Mando is here to convince you you’re wrong, excessive use of Star Wars swear words, a lot of disgustingly fluffy smut, like that’s pretty much it for this chapter, let’s see we’ve got a some hella skillful fingering (of course,) some restraints, a splash of slightly Dom!Mando I guess, pussy-eating (!!!) and P in V action, a bit of cock-warming to wrap things up

Notes: in case you haven’t been following along, I write pretty descriptive smut. So, uh, there’s that. Please don’t look at me.

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The hotel suite is… stunning.

Not a word you’d typically used to describe a room, but it’s the only one you can think of that fits.

A large sitting room, two bedrooms, a refresher that could probably fit six people. A balcony overlooking the ocean, big windows lining the outside walls, open to the view of the dark water and indigo night sky.

Everything is in cream, gold, copper and rich red colours, sumptuous silks and satins. There’s a small fridge stocked with water, fruit juice and of course, Savareen, and a full menu for room service.

It’s inarguably the swankiest place you’ve ever set foot in.

You hesitate in the master bedroom doorway.

Tedha was right, the bed is the height of luxury - carved headboard with intricate designs curling through the golden wood, layers of silk bedding, a ridiculously plush mattress and a dozen pillows stuffed to the edge of their seams.

It’s all just a little too much.

A few threadbare blankets in the corner of the Crest’s hull isn’t even the least comfortable place you’ve ever slept. As far back as you can remember, your sleeping places have consisted of thin mattresses, or bare wooden boards, sometimes just a cold floor or duracrete.

Part of you feels like you don’t belong here. You don’t deserve a place like this.

The other part of you is screaming to know what that bed feels like.

Kriff it.

Tossing your jacket on a nearby chair and toeing off your boots, you stride across the room - crikking hells, the carpet is thicker than your blankets on the Crest - and flop onto the bed with purpose.

Oh. Yeah.

Tedha is your favourite person in the galaxy right now.

You shift up the bed, settling flat on your back with your knees bent up and feet on the silk comforter. Oh pfassk - a moan slips out as your body sinks deeper into the bed, practically cradling your limbs.

A soft sound from the sitting room draws your attention. Your recently deposed favourite person - Mando, probably finishing up putting the kid to bed and checking the security locks on the doors and windows.

Closing your eyes, you drift in the moment, losing your focus in the slow easing of tension you didn’t even know you carried in your limbs. You have no idea how much time has passed when a quiet modulated voice calls you back to reality.

“Comfortable?”

Tilting your head at an awkward angle so you can see Mando - you don’t even want to sit up right now - you take a moment to admire him, arms crossed over his chest in a way that reminds you of how good they feel wrapped around you, long legs and broad shoulders meaning his frame almost fills the doorway. His armour practically glows in the soft light of the room, warm and inviting despite being cold to the touch.

Pfassk, he’s pretty.

Grinning at your own silly inner monologue, you wiggle your feet to press them deeper into the luxurious bedding. “Better than a couple blankets on durasteel, that’s for sure.”

The helmet tilts, considering. “We should get a proper bed.”

You hum thoughtfully. “It’ll be hard to find one big enough for both of us that will fit on the hold, but we’ll keep our eye out.”

He falls silent, a faint line of tension run through his frame.

Your own words echo back to yourself.

Wait.

Was he talking about a bed just for me? Did I read that wrong?

Sitting up, you turn to face him, anxiety spiking sharp through your stomach, words spilling out in a panic. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed you would want to share a bed with me, like permanently - not permanently, I mean long term or - kriff, I mean however long we’re together - not that we’re together, like that, unless you think we are, then that’s fine with me, but I don’t want to pressure you into talking about it so we can just pretend I didn’t say that and not share a bed unless you want to but I’m - dank farrik, please make me stop talking.”

You cover your mouth with your hands, forcing the words to stop. Embarrassment rushes hot down your entire body. Maybe he didn’t catch all of that? You were talking pretty fast, there’s a chance -

His huff of laughter dashes your hopes away.

Slowly, he makes his way to the foot of the bed, steps sure and measured, gloved hands reaching for your wrists to gently pull yours away from your mouth, grasp them in his. “I do.”

Your mind blanks. “Uh, I said a lot of things there. What are you I do-ing to?”

“All of it.”

You’re still catching up, emotions tugging away any attempt to piece together what’s happening. “I’ll be honest, I think I’ve already blacked out what I just said. It’s my coping mechanism for dealing with incredibly embarrassing moments.”

The smile is clear in his voice, words warm and full even through the modulator. “I want to share a bed with you. And I think of us as “together,” if that’s what you want to call it.” His thumbs stroke over yours. “I don’t want anyone else but you.”

Oh.

Now you’re feeling too much of other emotions, bright and pleasantly sharp in your chest, distracting your attempts at finding words to say. It’s too much to parse through, all you can do is look up, find that gaze hidden behind the black visor, hope he can see what you want to say in your eyes.

A shift runs through him, tension of another kind, flexing in his fingers curled over yours. “I… I’ll still have to leave before the day cycle starts. Or sleep with my helmet on.”

That incongruous mental image starts your thoughts up again. “You can sleep with your helmet on?”

His sigh is warm with amusement. “That’s what you take away from everything I just said?”

“I mean, that can’t be comfortable.” Rolling your eyes at your own tease, you shift up onto your knees, shuffling closer to him. He goes still, watching you free a hand to slowly run it down the cheek of his helmet. “I meant what I said, too.”

His voice is low, rasping. “What’s that?”

“Whatever you can give me, I’ll take it.” Your hand trails down to his cowl, slipping under the cloth to find him. “And for the record, I don’t want anyone else but you, either.”

He’s so close you can hear his breath catch in his throat. His free hand grasps your waist, helmet tilting forward to rest against your forehead. Time slows and all the places you’re connected float to the surface of your thoughts in tiny bursts of sensation - the cool of his helmet on your skin, the warmth of his body under the fabric of his flightsuit against the palm of your hand, soft leather of his glove under your fingers, weight of his grasp just above your hip.

His thumb traces circles over the curve of your waist. “I meant what I said the other night, too.”

Opening your eyes, you flick your gaze along the visor, curious. “What’s that?”

“That I’ve been thinking about this.” His hand slips from yours, glides around the small of your back, sending shivers down your spine, a curl of arousal between your thighs. “Laying you out in a bed like this one, taking my time with you. Pulling out those sweet sounds you make with no fear of interruption.”

You swallow hard, trying to calm your rapidly increasing heart rate. “I mean, it is a pretty big bed. Lots of opportunities.”

“I’ve got a particular one in mind.” His voice drops low, a rasping murmur through the modulator, full of some kind of purpose, a focused determination that makes your thighs clench in anticipation. “Lay back for me.”

You’re moving before your mind registers the request, body reacting instinctively to the firm note of command in his voice. A quick shuffle to get your legs out from underneath you and you lay down, propping yourself up on your elbows to look at him.

The helmet shakes once from side to side. “No, use the bed. I want you comfortable.”

A blend of anticipation and nervousness thrills down your back and you move up the bed, pull the abundance of pillows into an arrangement that cups your body while leaving you sitting up enough to still see him clearly.

He’s still standing there, at the foot of the bed, black visor steady on you, still and silent. Watching you.

What is he waiting for?

Nervousness makes your hands twitch, layers your voice with half-hearted sarcasm. “If I get anymore comfortable, I’m never going to get out of this bed.”

“You deserve this. A bed, a place to be comfortable, safe.”

He says it so confidently, so sure, as if he’s not only thought about this but knows you have, too, knows how you hesitated in the doorway, knows that even now something like guilt turns your stomach, a flurry of anxiety bringing contradictions and arguments to the tip of your tongue.

You bite them back, trying to believe him.

He starts taking off his gloves and your focus shifts, distracted by those broad palms and long fingers and golden skin, a sign of his trust in you, a symbol of his care for you.

Both hands naked, he leans down, gently grasping your ankles, slowly sliding his fingers up the backs of your calves. “Let me take care of you tonight.”

Kriff.

It’s hard to focus on forming a response, the warmth of his hands seeping through your leggings, swirl of arousal spiralling up and out through your body, but you somehow manage to focus enough. “I thought we could take care of each other.”

“Tionas.” The tone of his modulated voice is serious, almost somber, drawing your gaze to the black visor. “You have done so much for us. Returning to a place you’d left behind, caring for the kid like he’s your own.”

His thumbs stroke over your clothed skin, words falling so softly you can barely register them. “Trusting me with your secrets.”

Your throat tightens with emotion, a million protests running through your mind, ready to deflect and insist and justify but he speaks before you can voice them.

“Please. Let me do this.”

Something about this strong, capable man asking - pleading - to let him care for you…

Every protest instantly dissipates from your thoughts, replaced with a flush of need. It steals your words, makes your muscles flex under his hands, your hips shift as the heat in your core flares.

He sees all of that, you can feel it in his unseen gaze, his hands, those well-honed observation skills by picking out each and every way your body is reacting to his request.

But he doesn’t move, silent. Patient.

Waiting for your answer.

Taking a deep breath, you nod once.

Then he’s slipping away, striding toward the door and keying it closed, hitting the lights as he makes his way back to the bed. His movements are quick and precise, like he’s trying not to rush but anxious to get to where he wants to be.

The room is doused in darkness, pitch black and heavy. Your other senses are instantly heightened, ears pricked to the sounds of him nearby - the soft rustles of fabric and clinks of metal that you now know means he’s removing his armour.

Third time. This is the third time he’s taken off his armour with you.

The third time he’s trusted you with something he’s never shown anyone else.

And you trust him just as much.

Heart pounding in your throat, you slip your fingers under the waistband of your leggings, starting to tug them down when the bed shifts, sinking under his weight along your side.

His hand finds yours and pulls it away. “Let me.”

Pfassk.

His naked voice will never cease to pull a fresh wave of arousal from your core.

Long fingers slip under the waistband of your leggings and underwear, and you lift your hips to help him, thighs trembling with anticipation as his hands graze your skin in their descent. They barely leave you, pulling away for just a moment to drop your clothes off the end of the bed before gliding back up your calves, gently pushing your knees up and thighs apart.

Your breath stutters in your chest as the air of the room swirls over your heated core, cunt pulsing at even that slight sensation.

He hums in approval, hands sliding up your inner thighs. “I can smell your need, mesh’la.”

Crikking hells.

You can’t stop the squirm of your hips, conflicting feelings of mild embarrassment and arousal pushing your body both toward and away from him.

He presses a kiss to the inside of your knee. “Fuck, you smell so good. All wet and ready for me.”

The approval in his voice shoots straight to your core. A whine squeezes from your throat, your hands grasping his and tugging, trying to pull him closer. “Yes, please I need you.”

He resists, turning his hands to grip yours tight, a groan rumbling low in his chest. “You know how I feel about you begging. But I have something in mind, remember?”

Right. Big bed, opportunities - great, let’s do that, let’s go.

You open your mouth to say exactly that when warm breath suddenly ghosts over your stomach, the bare skin below the hemline of your shirt shivering at the feeling.

His lips press lightly just above your core, words drifting down into your wet heat. “I want to taste you, cyar’ika. Can I?”

Your mind blanks.

A second passes, then two, then -

A thousand emotions rush into the void of your empty thoughts.

Disbelief and desire and panic and arousal -

Is he -

Oh pfassk yes -

Does he want -

Please -

His chin rests on your stomach, your joined hands on either side of your waist. “I’ve been thinking about it since the first day we met. But if you’re not comfortable with it then I won’t bring it up again.”

The jumble of your thoughts is too chaotic to pick through, words blurting out without examination.

“What?” You cringe at the brashness of your voice. “Sorry, I’m just… I - you’ve been thinking about it since - no, never mind, that’s not - kriff.” Huffing in annoyance, you pull at his hands, trying to guide them to your core. “Can you shut me up before I babble my way into embarrassment again?”

“Gladly. But I need you to tell me what you want.” His voice dips low, rasping, hands holding firm at your waist.

Anxious energy pulls your bottom lip between your teeth, tightens in your throat. Only a couple of your previous lovers had done this, and you hadn’t really enjoyed it, too focused on getting the whole ordeal over with. Your intimate dalliances were always rushed, strictly for the purposes of giving your body what it needed so you could get on with your life.

Until Mando.

Everything is different with you.

The words echo through your thoughts, lending strength.

Swallowing against a dry throat, you squeeze his hands once. “Yes. Please.”

His low groan vibrates against your skin. “Thank you, tionas.”

Then he’s shifting away, down the bed, and he’s pressing your thighs open wide with your joined hands and his breath is swirling over your core and oh pfassk -

A shudder runs through your entire body as his lips brush a kiss just above your clit.

He pauses then, some kind of tension flexing in his fingers. “I’ve never done this before. I want to make you feel good.”

That warm bright thing in your chest flares.

He’s nervous.

Affection quickly shifts to incredulity. “I’m kriffing drowning in want here and you’ve barely touched me, I don’t think it’s possible for you to -“

The flat of his tongue laves over the length of your cunt and every word you know instantly flies from your mind.

Your breath chokes in your throat as he groans long and low, hot wet of his mouth cupping your pussy while his tongue slips through your folds, pushes into your fluttering entrance.

Pleasure sparks down your back, over your hips, arching them into his mouth, and he presses your still-joined hands down on your inner thighs, locking them in place as his tongue laps up over your clit and -

He pulls away and a mangled cry keens from your lips at the loss, fingernails digging sharply into his hands. A soft susurration brushes over your stomach, his lips pressing kisses between the calming sound, his moan buzzing against your skin. “You taste - fuck, so good. Please, tell me what to do.”

Crikking hells.

You are not equipped for this.

How can you possibly think clearly enough to give instructions when he’s between your thighs?

The haze of arousal is already thick on your senses, halting your words as they fall from your lips, rambling. “Your tongue please - just - please lick my clit again -“

The hot swipe of his tongue over your pulsing clit rips the words from your thoughts once more.

His hands keep your hips pinned down and he starts a steady rhythm and the entire universe shrinks, becoming a singular pinpoint of bright pleasure under the firm wet pressure of his tongue.

It’s so good it’s almost too much and kriff you’ve never felt something this good before -

A sound you don’t recognize echoes in your ears, muffled with the rapid pounding of your heart and it takes a moment for you to realize it’s you, a pleading wordless cry vibrating with the tremor of your rapidly building orgasm.

Your awareness shifts and you suddenly hear everything else - the slick glide of his tongue as he laps at your clit, the pant of his breathing and the soft whimpers he’s making, kriff that’s too much, hearing him taking pleasure in giving it to you is overwhelming and your core tightens as your orgasm builds up and up -

He shifts and you panic - you’ve stopped talking, you’re not telling him what to do, he’s going to pull away again -

Words fall from your lips unrestrained. “Please don’t stop please don’t stop just like that I’m gonna -“

His hum of approval hits your swollen clit in a rush of warm breath as he swirls the flat of his tongue over it and every muscle in your body seizes -

Your shoulders lift off the pillows and your back curves up against the onslaught of pleasure, wave after wave pulling a trembling cry from your chest. He works your clit through it all, his tongue buzzing with the sound of his answering groan.

Oh pfassk -

The drop hits you with a snap and your lungs gasp for air, body falling back onto the bed. He immediately pulls back from your clit, dipping lower to lap gently along your folds, tip of his tongue pulling slick from your fluttering entrance.

Aftershocks ripple through your core, and you whine as sensation dances along the border of too much and not enough, pleasure trying to take root and build once more.

Your fingers are aching, clutching at his so tight it hurts, and you loosen your grip to pull them free, slip them onto his curls, fingertips twitching with the need to bring him closer and tug him away at the same time. You can feel the shiver run through him as your nails scrape over his scalp - kriff that’s hot - and he growls low, tongue thrusting deep into your cunt, nose pressing against your swollen clit and that’s too much but pfassk his tongue feels so good -

He pulls away and you whimper at the sudden rush of cool air over your core. “Tell me what you need, mesh’la.”

A pulse of want shudders down your spine. His voice is raw with arousal, edged with desperation, hot and rough and impossible to deny.

You react on instinct, words choking out as aftershocks shift into waves of pleasure. “Your fingers, please.”

He shifts and suddenly two thick fingers are pressing against your entrance, circling lightly to gather your slick before calloused fingertips dip inside your cunt.

Your hips arch sharply, pushing them deeper, your head digging into the pillows to arch even further, hands leaving his hair to fist in the blankets and give you more traction, every cell in your body driven by the primal instinct to have him inside you.

He thrusts his fingers in to the knuckles and your inner walls squeeze tight at the sudden pressure, pulling a moan from both of you. Slowly, he drags them back until just the tips rest inside you, and your pussy clenches once, twice, hips squirming, mewling cries pathetic to your own ears but you can’t find it in yourself to care right now.

His lips press a sloppy kiss to the crease of your thigh. “This needy pussy, fuck, trying to pull my fingers in - “

“Yes please -“ your words cut off as your hips finally find an angle that lets you thrust down, sinking his fingers deep, alleviating the desperate edge of your rising orgasm.

But it’s not enough, not enough even as he pulls them out and back in, curling fingertips brushing over that pleasure centre and making your legs tremble.

You release the blankets with one hand to paw at his wrist - kriff, there’s a trail of your slick, wet on his warm skin - a moan cracking from your throat as he thrusts deep again. “Another please give me another -“

Your hand rushes to grasp the blankets once more as he slips a third finger alongside the others, stretching the walls of your cunt deliciously.

Oh pfassk yes that’s it right there like that -

Another slow drag, a full body shudder that curls your toes, another thick stretch of your pussy around his fingers, and it’s so good, feels so good, pleasure spirals hot and sparking out from your core, your hips rolling with it, taking him deeper and -

His tongue swipes over your clit and you cry out wordlessly, the sensation no longer too much but just perfect and he groans as he does it again, a fresh wave of slick coating his fingers, making them squelch as they sink deep into your cunt.

Your inner walls clutch desperately, ripples of pleasure coursing over your body in waves that rip the breath from your lungs and when the tip of his tongue circles your clit and his lips close around it and press and pull and -

You’re cracking open, sharp pleasure swarming over your skin and quivering through your limbs and shoving a cry from your chest.

It hangs you there, suspended, spread open and full of his fingers and drowning in the hot wet heat of his mouth.

Then there’s the drop.

The orgasm wracks your body, lifting your hips off the bed but he presses them back down with his free hand, fingers and lips and tongue steadily pulling you through it, wringing every last drop from your throbbing cunt until you have nothing left, falling back on the bed, limbs loose and muscles spent.

You register that he’s pulling away, your hands struggling to let go of the blankets to reach for him, pang of desperation squeezing a whimper from your throat but then he’s right there again, warm, broad frame covering yours, a comforting weight that anchors you back in reality.

Senses blink online, the thick haze of arousal dissipating in gentle waves, focus pulling back to the moment.

His lips trail over your jaw, so warm and wet - from you, his mouth is soaked in your pleasure.

Your fingers are diving into his hair and tugging that mouth to yours before you fully register the sudden urge to taste yourself on him, taste how good he makes you feel.

It’s indescribable, the feeling of his lips, slick and swollen, the flavour of your pleasure on his tongue.

A sigh hums in the back of your throat as he deepens the kiss and you pull him closer, legs parting to let him settle into the cup of your hips, hands sliding around his back and up the solid planes of muscle to grip his shoulders.

Wait -

The cloth beneath your palms is soft and light, his skin so warm, and right there under the thin weave.

Not his flightsuit. His base layer.

Your legs glide along his to feel the same fabric. Kriff, you can feel so much more of him without the thick duraweave, feel his warmth and his muscles shifting as he slips further into your embrace -

Oh pfassk.

His cloth-covered cock nestles right against your naked pussy, hard, thick length of him knocking against your sensitive clit.

You can’t stop the roll of your hips, your body seeking more.

He groans into your mouth, pulling back to inhale sharply when your legs wrap around his waist to provide purchase as you repeat the motion. “Easy, cyar’ika, I’ve been on the edge since I first tasted that lovely pussy of yours.”

The coals of your arousal flare back to life and the emptiness of your cunt is suddenly too much to bear. Rolling your hips up once again, you angle them to push your entrance right over the head of his cock.

The broken moan that reverberates in his chest sends a rush of slick from your core, and your own moan mingles with his as the fabric of his clothing, soaked in your arousal and pulled tight over his cock, grinds against you, almost pressing inside before he yanks his hips away, breaking the hold of your legs.

He sits back, pushing your thighs open and away, clicking his tongue in admonishment. “Impatient.”

Your cunt clenches at the restrained strength behind his grip on your thighs. “It’s been too long since I’ve had your cock inside me.”

“Fuck.” His fingers flex, dig into your flesh. “I’m trying to take my time with you, remember? You can’t say things like that.”

Your words float free, picking up on the light teasing edge to the moment so heavy with mutual want. “You’re the one talking about tasting my pussy. How am I supposed to be patient when you talk that way?”

A rush of motion and suddenly he’s over you again, knees spread wide to lock your thighs open, hands grasping your wrists and pressing them to the pillows above your head.

That same rush, same thrill of being held open by him that you’d felt before swirls down your body, curling your toes. It’s him, only him, something about being so vulnerable to only him - it’s an unnameable feeling, an undercurrent to your need for him.

His voice is a low growl over the flushed skin of your cheek as he leans down to murmur against your ear. “You mean when I say that every time I fucked your cunt with my fingers I thought about licking them clean, but I wanted my first taste of you to be just your pleasure, just you?”

His words sink into the renewed haze of arousal on your thoughts, pushing your words away again with a fractured moan.

His hum of approval shivers down your spine. “And now that I’ve had you, I’ll never stop thinking about how your perfect pussy feels fluttering on my tongue when you come, how your slick tastes filling my mouth?”

Need rushes so quickly through your body it makes you dizzy, trembles in your limbs. All you can do is clutch at the pillows that you can reach, wrists still locked firmly in his grasp, heartbeat pounding in your ears.

His teeth scrape over your bottom lip, nipping lightly, ghost of a moan flitting over your mouth as he grinds his cock down against your cunt. “I’m not a man of many words, but you… fuck, tionas, I could talk this way for hours, tell you everything I want to do to you.”

He presses a sweet kiss to your lips, and it’s disorienting, the gentle intimacy contrasting with the firm grip of his fingers and the forced weight of his thighs holding yours open.

A tiny mewl slips from your lips and he chases it’s source, tongue sliding along yours, kiss growing deep and hot with need before he pulls away. “But right now, I want to fuck you into this mattress until you can’t think any more. And even then I’ll keep going until the dawn forces me to leave your bed.”

Anticipation and need burn through your body, scorching, leaving your lungs gasping for air.

Pfassk you need him inside you right now.

There’s a soft shuffle of cloth and then the head of his cock is gliding through your tender folds, notching into the cup of your entrance.

Yes yes yes yes -

A choked whimper pushes from your throat at the feeling of soft, smooth skin caressing the edges of your inner walls, tempting.

He does it again, slowly stroking over your entrance, pulling more slick from your core and kriff you can feel it coating the fat head of his cock, easing its glide, silken friction against your cunt sending sparks of pleasure up your spine.

You can’t take it it’s too much you need -

Your back arches, the only part of you that isn’t pinned down, desperation so intense that tears prick in the corners of your eyes. “Please I need you inside me please now -“

In one motion he thrusts his cock deep into your aching core and shoves a sharp cry from your chest and there -

Every millimetre of you is pressed open and filled with him and the thick weight of his cock so deep inside of you is everything, all that you need.

His breath pants hot down the curve of your neck. “Fuck, this pussy, so perfect.”

The words slip over your skin to swirl into the undercurrent of your arousal, pulling you higher into the haze of your thoughts.

Then he starts to fuck you.

Your entire body melts into the bed, wrists trapped in his grip and thighs spread wide, unable to do anything but take the long, deep thrusts of his cock, each one pressing against some place inside you that bursts with a bright pleasure, flares in the edges of your vision, sparks of light in the darkened room.

Crikking hells he feels so good -

Something almost primal blends into your pleasure, preening under the weight of his broad, warm frame. You can’t move, can’t think, can’t push him for more, to move faster, harder - all you can do is lay there and take it, take whatever pleasure he chooses to give you.

It should be terrifying. You should feel helpless, trapped.

But his lips are pressing soft kisses down your throat and his grip on your wrists is firm but gentle and instead of fear you feel -

That warm bright thing in your chest flares.

Too much too soon not yet -

You shy away from the feeling, letting the sensation of his cock shoving your core open pull your focus.

He groans low against your collarbone as your pussy clenches around him, voice breaking with the force of his movements. “Feels so good, being inside you, please come for me, mesh’la -“

You’re suddenly aware of it, an orgasm building with every drag of his cock along your walls, tightening the muscles of your lower stomach and inner thighs and pfassk it’s right there, blindsiding, and you reel as it crashes over you, cry of pleasure tinged with surprise.

Hot throb slick yes -

Every muscles pulls tight and you can’t breathe can only feel it rippling through your body.

He picks up his pace, grunting at the tight clutch of your cunt as your orgasm breaks. “Yes just like that fuck -“

It shatters, your body shuddering with its intensity, your high-pitched moan quivering with the strong tremors running through you.

Finally it releases you, and your lungs are gasping for air, head falling back limp against the bed.

He buries his cock deep and stills, releasing your wrists and resting his forearms on either side of your head as you both catch your breath. His lips brush over yours with barely-there kisses full of something like reverence.

Your hands find his face, cupping his jaw with trembling fingers, a feeling of raw openness closing your throat, choking your breath.

He’s all around you, inside you, broad chest pressed against yours, cock twitching deep in your core, scent of him in your lungs, taste of him on your lips.

It’s a moment of absolute perfection.

A ripple of aftershocks pulses through your cunt and he trembles above you. “Mmm, I want to come in your pussy so bad, cyar’ika. But I’m not done with you yet.”

A whimper falls from your lips as he moves, hard length of his cock shifting inside you. His frame presses even closer, spread of his thighs lessening to allow your legs to close around his hips, hold him tight.

His sigh is full of contentment as he settles, a sound that melts into the warm bright thing behind your ribs, and your hands on his face pull his lips down to yours, a matching sigh mingling with the end of his.

Then he rocks into you with a slow roll of his hips and you pull away from his lips, head falling back with a cry as his cock grinds over the deepest part of you.

White-hot sensation shoots through your core, pleasure so sharp it borders on pain.

He growls into the curve of your neck. “Right there, feel it -“

His hips roll again, barely thrusting but pushing deep, pressing the head of his cock tight to that spot and it’s so much, your hands fly to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as another stab of pleasure tears through your body.

That primal instinct roars back to the forefront of your senses.

You want more, want him deeper, want him -

He rocks into you again and the pleasure-pain overwhelms everything else.

It’s slow, deliberate, the way he takes you apart like this, your body poised in a permanent arch, unable to move as every cell is rimmed in light, hands clenched hard over the muscles of his shoulders like he’s the only thing keeping you anchored to this world.

Over and over he presses deep, and you lose awareness of everything including the passing of time. It’s only when his cock pulses hard, and your cunt throbs around the thick of him that you realize you’re coming again, and the warmth that floods your core tells of his own release.

Then he’s stilling, cock still buried inside you, the last pulses of his pleasure pulling a broken moan from his chest.

Your hands release their grip, falling to the bed, every ounce of strength spent from your limbs.

It’s quiet, a heavy almost-silence falls over the two of you.

You’re floating, drifting in a thick haze, senses clouded by fading pleasure, thoughts skittering without taking hold. He moves above you, kisses rain down on your face, lips. Hands caress your skin, smoothing over your shoulders, arms, waist. The feeling only heightens the sensation of weightlessness, embracing you in warmth and safety.

Slowly, piece by piece, you come back, taking a deep breath, reminding yourself that you have lungs, a body.

A very satiated body.

Pfassk, you haven’t felt like this - well, ever.

That warm bright thing in your chest pushes your hands to seek him, legs to press tight to his sides, just in case he tries to pull away. His face is tucked into the curve of your neck, his hum of appreciation as your fingers weave through his curls reverberating over your pulse.

His body is warm and deliciously heavy on yours, the beat of his heart pressed against your chest. The twitch of his cock still buried in your cunt strokes that primal instinct, that desire to keep him inside you always.

Time passes somewhere, uncounted by the slowing of your breath and fading of the haze of pleasure. Your fingers card through his curls while your other hand traces nonsense patterns over his back, a mirror of the soft circling of his fingertips on your shoulder.

Your thoughts drift back to the surface, piecing through the evening, and a sudden burst of curiosity pushes to break the comfortable silence but you resist it, biting your bottom lip hard to keep the words from bursting out.

He huffs against your neck, amusement heavy in his rasping voice. “You’re thinking too loud, again.”

Kriff. Well, might as well ask, now. “Sorry. I’ve just been meaning to ask you - what does ‘mayshla’ mean?”

“Mesh’la.” The word is much more graceful from his lips. “Means ‘beautiful.’”

Oh.

You blink up at the dark, unseen ceiling above, stunned into silence.

He presses a kiss to your pulse before shifting back into his forearms. “Cyar’ika. Closest Basic word would probably be ‘sweetheart.’”

Tears sting under your eyelids, close your throat tight.

His voice drops low, words soft and hushed. “Hmm, what else… ner kotyc dala - ‘my strong woman.’”

He kisses your lips gently, taking the whimper that manages to squeeze past your throat into himself.

You struggle to push down the overwhelming emotion, finally managing to speak, cupping his cheek. “No one has ever called me ‘strong’ before.”

Gently, he takes your hand in his, twining your fingers together, voice firm and factual. “You are the strongest person I know.”

His lips press to your knuckles. “Kotyc. Strong.”

He leans down to kiss your forehead. “Mirdala. Clever.”

Softly, he kisses your lips, pulling away just enough to speak, words heavy with meaning. “Ne’kotir. Undefeated.”

A thousand words fly to the tip of your tongue but you can’t say any of them yet.

The moment is too full of emotion and you’re too raw and open, shying away from the tears that slip from the corners of your eyes.

Pushing it all aside, you force a teasing lilt into your voice. “Don’t forget ‘mir’sheb.’”

His lips curve into a smile as he kisses you again. “Impossible. You’re never quiet long enough to let me forget.”

You arch your hips, pulling moans from both of you as his cock twitches in response. “You know of one way to shut me up.”

He presses his hips down into yours, nipping at your chin with a soft growl. “That I do, tionas.”

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#lady lizard brain approved #din's full weight on me when #jfc #primordial neolithic smut #makin me coin phrases #din djarin x reader #din djarin x f!reader #mando x you #ficrec #descriptive smut my beloved #the world is light embodied #twile #no more bad puns I promise #lol

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Maneater | Steve Harrington

A/N: besties i was gonna post this sooner but i had to let my drunk fade away, anyways i present to you sub!steve (season four steve to be exact bc he is so fucking MMM MMMM MMMMMMMMM), also had to make the reader a lil punk rock bitch ok

Summary: “I thought she’d be like mean and shy but not she wasn’t shy at all-she’s like-she’s like a man eater-Definitely an apex predator if I’ve ever seen one. Steve she was looking at you like she wanted to eat you”

Warnings: so much smut but theres plot!, cussing, spelling and grammar errors, kissing, spitting, hand jobs, crying, dirty talk, oral (f and m receiving/giving), P in V sexy time, praising, degrading, marking, biting, sub!steve + dom!reader

Word Count: 9k (way more than i thought there would be like jfc the plot came out the cut, then the smut is like omg ok bitch period)

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

(JUST LOOK AT HIM OH MY FUCKING GODS DGSDHGHSDGHSDHGHIRDSHIG MY COOCHIE)

Steve Harrington was a lot of things, and as of late a ladies man was not one of them. Sure he could get dates now that he actually listened to the advice that Robin gave him, however he wanted more than just meaningless hookups and dates with girls who could barely hold a conversation. He wanted a relationship, craved the closeness and intimacy of it all, he wanted a best friend and a lover in one, but somehow day by day he lost hope that he’d find that in Hawkins.

That was until he laid eyes on Y/n Y/l/n. He remembered her from highschool-solely because she hung out with Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson and his group of metalhead losers-granted now Steve didn’t consider them losers, after all he did experience a large amount of character growth throughout his senior year of high school. He’d still won prom king though.

People knew Y/n, not because she was stereotypically popular, but because she was a hot commodity-people wanted her but she let a very select few get that-hell Steve knew exactly zero people who’d managed to get past her mean facade-or get past the layers of black, denim, leather, and eyeliner.

The girl was attractive-that much was a fact. Guys always talked about wanting to see “if she was as freaky as the shit she’s into”-something that Steve usually brushed off, ignoring them due to his relationship status alongside his social status. He had English with her, and for their Shakespeare analysis project she’d been partnered with Tommy H. The same Tommy H. decided to brag about sleeping with her for two weeks after the project was presented-that was until she’d smashed his front windshield with a baseball bat in the school parking lot during lunch-then he admitted to lying about it-she was suspended for two weeks.

However Steve wanted more than to sleep with her-there was something else to her-something he’d noticed the day she walked into the Family Video with Max Mayfield in tow. While Max said her hellos to Steve and Robin, Y/n looked around the comedy section-a shock to Steve as he expected her to be a Horror kind of girl. That’s when he realized that there was always more than meets the eye.

She worked at the arcade next door to his job, and after cornering Lucas and Dustin he found out that she was rather close to Max, the redhead had gone to the Arcade often-trying to find a distraction while she grieved her brother’s death-and Y/n just happened to be the one on the mid-day shift.

Lucas and Dustin did a horrible job explaining her friendship with Max, however from what they did know she was the only person Max found herself talking to-telling her about the things she was going through-and opening up to. In a way Y/n filled in the role of an older sister for Max, and when she found out some of the Junior and Senior boys at Hawkins were trying to bully Max, while simultaneously bringing up her douchebag brother’s death she did not hesitate to show up to the high school, bat in tow.

Everyone knew Y/n wasn’t afraid of being arrested-she’d been arrested more than once, Hopper letting her off the hook each and every time because the missing Sheriff-supposedly deceased which Y/n did not believe-had a soft spot for her. After all, the girl was just a troubled teen-and she found her way by standing up for herself by any means necessary.

All Y/n had to do was speed into the parking lot, get out of the black Monte Carlo with her bat in hand and make her way towards the convertible full of jocks-some she remembered others she asked Eddie about-and hop on top of the front hood. She pointed the bat at the boys, a smile on her face, black lipstick perfectly applied as she smiled down at them.

She only said two sentences: “You see that pretty little redhead over there-Max-yeah talk to her again and I’ll personally knock your teeth in” followed by “Nod your empty little heads if you understand me”, then got off the car, knocking the bat into the hood, leaving a sizable dent before blowing them a kiss and walking off. Of course the teenage boys tried to explain what had happened at lunch-however the beauty of it being the Fall of 1985 was that there were no active security cameras monitoring the outside of the buildings and because the boys were all bullies-there were no other witnesses to prove their case.

After it happened Dustin explained the entire scene to Steve, Robin excitedly nodding along while mumbling about how badass Y/n looked, then going on a tangent about how pretty the girl was-all the while Steve found himself thinking more and more about her.

Then a week later he finally saw her in the parking lot, the two pulling into work at the same time. She stepped out of the black car wearing a black The Ramones baggy shirt tucked into a pair of black frayed denim shorts, ripped fishnets on her legs, her voluminous hair framed her face. He watched as she slid her black sunglasses off, eyes adorned with black eyeliner and messy eyeshadow, lips lined with black, colored red.

From that moment he was Smitten. She was the pretty, mean, punk rock girl that worked behind the Arcade counter and he wanted nothing but her.

The only problem was that Y/n Y/l/n did not like Steve Harrington. The minute she spotted him staring at her all she did was raise a brow, before telling him to “fuck off pretty boy”. But even then the way she said ‘pretty boy’ made him blush and he thought about it all day.

All of that happened four months ago, it was now January and he was still smitten. He’d see her walking into work, and occasionally when he’d close so would she. He’d see her walk through the front doors of the Arcade, locking it up, and he would wait in his car in the parking lot, looking around, making sure she was safe before she got into her car and sped off. That was also something he’d noticed about her-the girl drove as if she was training for a NASCAR race.

He’d noticed a lot about her, and anytime she caught him staring to any capacity she’d repeat the same four words “fuck off pretty boy”. Sometimes she’d add more, always something along the lines of “Can I do something for you Harrington?” or “Don’t you have VHS tapes to rewind?” whatever it was-it was always sarcastic-and that had Steve in too deep.

So deep that in fact once he found himself asking Max what kind of flowers he thought Y/n would like while the fifteen year old was in the Family Video, finding a rental for their weekly movie night-to which Max replied with “I don’t know-why don’t you ask her you weirdo”.

That was the last time he asked Max anything about Y/n.

Some days he was positive there was something else in the way that Y/n looked at him, a glint in her eye-something floating through her piercing gaze-then suddenly it’d be gone when she’d flash him her middle finger before walking into her job, Arcade vest in hand.

“Steve, you cannot be serious right now! You want to ask Y/n out? Y/n Y/l/n? She wants nothing to do with you! No offense dude but I don’t think you’re her type” he scoffed at Robin's words, taking his eyes off the road for a second to glance at his best friend, mouth agape and brows furrowed in shock.

“You really think that lowly of me?” Robin laughed, nodding her head “She’s like this totally cool, hot, punk rock chick and you’re a guy who probably owns more hairspray than does! You two are like polar opposites, you were prom king and she smashed car windows with a baseball bat!” he scoffed again, shaking his head a few times while he focused on the road ahead, turning the steering wheel as he pulled into the parking lot in front of their job.

“Oh come on! You really don’t think I have a chance?” Robin tilted her head, brows knit in concentration while she pursed her lips inward before nodding her head a few times “I’d say you have a .0001% chance with her” just as Steve was about to respond, he noticed Y/n’s car speed into the parking lot which was definitely more packed than usual.

Then she pulled into the spot next to his, her window tint not dark enough to disguise the way that she grabbed her Arcade uniform vest-screaming into it-then closing her eyes, taking a few deep breaths. Steve’s lips were parted as he watched her-mesmerized by the simplest of actions-granted he’d never really seen much out of her past her being mean, cussing him out, and the few soft moments she had when she was with Max, the two laughing in an aisle of the video rental store.

He was dazed-so much that when she turned her head to open her door she caught his stare, immediately giving him a dirty look as she rolled her eyes, then her gaze flickered to Robin who was now looking at her as well, so she flashed the girl a closed mouth smile, then she gathered her things and got out of her car, shutting the door and locking it before making her way towards the front door of her dreaded job.

Before Robin could make any comments Steve practically jumped out of the car, calling Y/n’s name as he sped walk towards her-by the time he shouted her name a second time and she stopped in her tracks to turn and face him he was only a few feet away from him.

He’d taken a few moments to trail his eyes along her moving figure while she walked, today she had on a pair of black thin stockings-the tops of them slightly showing, accompanied by a black leather miniskirt-something he questioned due to the forty degree weather outside, but he guessed her black knit sweater and oversized leather blazer were evening out her body temperature.

When she turned to face him he practically lost his train of thought-eyes focused on hers while she stared at him, the thick black eyeliner and shadow around her eyes only accentuated them-an expectant look on her face while she slightly shook her head, a brow raised.

“Pretty boy I don’t have all day. Speak-I’m waiting” the slight dominance in her tone was bringing heat through Steve’s body-his cheeks flushing slightly as he nodded his head a few times with his lips parted as if he was about to speak but he couldn’t get the words out.

After a few more seconds of looking like a lost puppy he finally blinked, nodding his head “Yeah uh-hey-so I was wondering if you were free-uh maybe tonight? After your shift” she blinked a few times, furrowing her brows before smirking at him. “Are you asking me on a date, pretty boy?”

There it was again, the underlying dominance-something he wasn’t used to-something that had his mind melting. She was confident as she spoke, the smirk on her face made him want to get on his knees and worship her, not to mention the way that she shifted her weight to one foot, one hand holding her black leather bag and uniform vest, the other near her face-one finger resting against her bottom lip as she lightly brought the black acrylic nail between her teeth as she smiled.

But the glint in her eye was evident.

“Uh-uh yeah-yeah I am” she nodded her head “and where do you plan on taking me hmm?” her tone was almost degrading, it made his already melting mind feel fuzzy while she spoke to him. “Any-Anywhere you wanna uh-go” she moved her nail from between her teeth, now puckering her lips slightly, finger tapping against them while she mimicked a thinking expression.

“Seeing as I close the rest of this week-and based on the fact that you and her are just getting here-you do too-nothing’s open after we leave work Pretty boy. So where’s that leave us?” Steve so desperately wanted to say ‘your place or mine’ but he knew that she’d just scoff and walk away, that was the only thought he had, he had no other real answer so when he turned into a stuttering blubbering mess she smiled before shushing him.

“I can think of a place-or two you could take me-but what do you wanna do huh?” At this point she stepped closer to him, the same confidence in her voice and she sounded so sultry-Steve couldn’t tell if it was because he was a blushing dizzy mess, or if this was actually happening.

Before he could respond she simply patted him on the chest twice-then she gripped his denim jacket-tugging him a little closer “Cat got your tongue Pretty Boy?” with that she let go, turning around and walking off-the cocky smile now on her face.

Robin got out of the car, wide eyed, jaw dropped, mouth gaping like a fish out of water while she stared at Steve who was still staring in Y/n’s direction, his hand now on his chest where hers was while he processed everything that just happened.

“Are you serious?! She’s so into you? How is she into you?! Steve C’mon” with that Robin quickly grabbed the keys from the car, locking her door then running to the drivers side and locking it before running towards Steve-grabbing his sleeve and pulling him with her into the Family Video where their co-worker Ryan was already clocking out-the older man not saying a single word to the two as they got behind the counter.

Steve was still stunned at everything while Robin smacked his arm excitedly.

“I don’t know how you did it Steve-but she’s so into you! I mean did you see the way she was looking at you! She was laying it on thick” Robin rambled while she took their time sheets, clocking the two of them in “I thought she’d be like mean and shy but not she wasn’t shy at all-she’s like-she’s like a man eater-Definitely an apex predator if I’ve ever seen one. Steve she was looking at you like she wanted to eat you” he blinked a few times, processing Robin's words.

However his mind was still fuzzy, and his filter was long gone by the time the words left his lips “I wanna eat her out” Robin gagged slightly, a look of horror on her face now “TMI Harrington! TMI!”

In the building next door Y/n sat in the worn red stool behind the counter, chewing gum while she thought about Steve. Sure she knew Steve in high school-he was a douchebag, he was mister popular, the star of the show, prom king himself. She hated his friends, especially Tommy-God she was so glad that she’d smashed his windshield in. But she always knew Steve was different-he wasn’t as much of a prick, he wanted to be popular, wanted to fit in, so he stuck to those that were popular.

Then something changed their senior year-after he’d broken up with Nancy Wheeler-he wasn’t the same, hell he changed for the better. That wasn’t enough for Y/n to want to associate with him though, she liked her friends, she liked Eddie, Gareth, Jeff, and the rest of the Hellfire club-hell she designed their shirts.

But now things had changed, they were out of school, still living in their hometown, working next door to one another, and she had to admit, his continuous pinning was cute. The way he’d stare at her, the way he would stay late to make sure she got in her car safe, and the way that he’d always have a deep red blush on his cheeks anytime she called him Pretty Boy-that blush made her mind wander, she wanted to see him blushing, see his chest rapidly rising and falling, see him flustered, a stuttering flushed mess-that’s how she wanted to see him.

That’s what she wanted to do to him. However she was never a fan of making the first move-mainly because people never really caught her eye. She wasn’t a virgin-that was a fact-but she wasn’t someone who enjoyed casual hookups often, she liked relationships, some days she missed having a partner-but other days she simply rolled her eyes and went about her day because relationships meant commitment and they also meant heartbreak.

Steve Harrington made her question that, he was a change of pace, she’d only had a few actual conversations with him, most of the time telling him to fuck off for staring too hard-but secretly under her hard exterior she loved the way he stared at her, and the way he payed attention to her. The way his eyes would rake across her figure, not in a ‘I wanna fuck you’ kind of way but more in a ‘you’re so beautiful’ kind of way. She knew how to differentiate the two because of Steve-he was the only one who showed her the ladder.

She’d been waiting months for him to make a move, she was patient, and honestly she didn’t care-she wasn’t interested in anyone else nor did she feel the need to rush anything. She was content with her sex life and romantic life, of course being content didn’t mean she’d decline Steve Harrington’s head between her thighs.

Y/n spent her entire shift rolling her eyes at teenagers and kids, reluctantly helping them and acting as if she was doing something on the large computer at the front desk-rather she was just playing pong. She hadn’t spoken to many of her co-workers today, most of them walking around the arcade and working in the storage room, so her day was pretty simple and very boring. Her mind constantly floating back to the possibility of Steve actually making a move tonight.

Then it was time for her to close, everyone was already leaving while she finished sweeping, then she wiped the counters down and washed her hands, thankful one of her co-workers cleaned the bathrooms already. Finally she grabbed her things, and left through the front doors, locking them up-glancing to her left to see Steve standing there, leaning against the Family Video windows with his hands in his pockets-to most he would look relaxed and maybe even cool-but Y/n immediately noticed the way his chest was falling a little too fast.

He was nervous, and that lit a fire inside of her.

“So did you figure it out, Pretty Boy?” Steve practically jumped at the sound of her voice, he was too busy hyping himself up to notice Y/n locking up a few feet from her-and now he was embarrassed as she spoke to him. He expected her to stop a few feet away, but no, she walked until she was inches away from him, now slightly looking up at him, a smirk on her face while they held eye contact, one of her fingers gliding along the length of his denim jacket.

“I’m waiting for an answer” her degrading tone was back and it only made Steve blush even more, he bit his lip, eyes dropping from hers to her red lips, all the while his lips were slightly parted.

Steve Harrington had never in his life been this flustered. He usually did this to other people-he wasn’t used to the change of pace and yet he was melting under her touch. She moved her fingers, now gliding along the white sweater he wore below the jacket-he felt her apply a little more pressure-just enough to make her touch known. She was teasing him, luring him into her trap-and he was falling head first.

“Yours or mine?” was all he managed, he tried saying it with confidence but her gaze shot right through his facade, eyes still focused on her lips, now they were upturned in a wicked smile. She leaned closer to him, lips right next to his ear as she whispered “make sure you can keep up, Pretty Boy” with that she placed a gentle kiss right below his ear-and due to her close proximity she didn’t miss the small whimper that slipped past his lips.

She quickly moved, shooting him a wink while walking to her car, easily unlocking it and getting in-the sound of the car roaring to life was what reminded him that he had to follow her-so he ran to his car, nearly tripping on the way-then he got in and the second he was inside, she was pulling off.

To say that it felt like a game of cat and mouse was crazy-especially because Steve felt like a mouse chasing the cat. Hell he had no idea where she was taking him and for all he knew she might just be ritually sacrificing him under the moonlight.

But his doubts were gone by the time he pulled into a driveway behind her, the house was in the same neighborhood as Dustin’s place, she only lived four houses down-it surprised him that he never noticed. He was always here dropping him off and picking him up, and Y/n’s Monte Carlo was hard to miss, maybe he’d just been too wrapped up in his ‘adopted’ little brother to see it.

He shook his head while hyping himself up again, now was not a time to think of Dustin, he was about to hook up with Y/n Y/l/n-the girl of his dreams-literally he’d had more than one dream about her. However none of them had her as dominant as she seemed, they usually involved him holding her hands above her head, while he was above her. Occasionally she’d be riding him, other times he just dreamt of the sweet sweet sounds she would make while he laid between her thighs, her hands tugging at his hair.

The second she knocked on his car door window he blinked a few times, turning the car off before opening the door-she was thankful she stepped out of the way, this wasn’t the Steve Harrington she’d heard so much about-he was smooth and in charge-this Steve was awkward, nervous, and somehow kept tripping over his own feet.

He cleared his throat while she looked at him, a small smile on her face, and a devious look in her eye.

“Don’t worry Harrington, I’ll take good care of you” with that she grabbed his hand, and his heartbeat immediately quickened-hell it felt like it would beat out of his chest as he followed behind her. He watched as she unlocked the door with one hand, kicking it open as she twisted the knob, then they were inside.

For some reason he never thought of Y/n’s house-or of the fact that she probably lived with her family, he always just thought of her so when he followed behind her in the house he was somewhat taken aback. The warm hues of color throughout the furniture, the plants delicately placed and taken care of, alongside the framed photos-including Y/n’s graduation photos side by side with her kindergarten graduation photos.

He didn’t have much time to admire the house, instead she was guiding him upstairs, and he couldn’t help but focus his eyes on her ass, her skirt slightly sliding up as she walked-the material hugging her curves perfectly. It was driving him crazy.

Then she stopped in front of what he assumed to be her bedroom door, dropping his hand-now turning to face him. He was already flustered-she thought it was so cute-the way he stared at her while he blushed, unable to hold eye contact for more than a few seconds at a time.

“Tell me Pretty Boy, are you gonna let me take care of you tonight?” His mind was now a jumbled mess of Y/n, he didn’t have one coherent thought outside of her, so instead of responding and babbling, he simply nodded his head-lips apart while he stared at her. “Do me a favor-” as she spoke she trailed a finger along his jawline “-use your words”

“Y-yes” she raised a single brow “yes to what?” “I’ll let y-you t-take care of m-me” his stuttering made her smirk, with that she opened her door, easily pulling him inside-her strength somewhat surprised him but his gaze caught hold of her room, something he definitely didn’t expect. Much like the rest of the house it was decorated in warm tones, not a single black item anywhere-outside of the leather jacket placed on her desk chair, she had plants hanging near the large bay window, brightly colored pillows along it, the girl had stacks of books, she had dice sets on her desk, a singular small lamp on letting a dim red orange hue spread throughout the space, and a few paintings leaning against the wall next to her large mirror.

“Surprised? It’s called duality” she spoke as she watched his eyes scan the room, her voice snapping him back to her gaze, she looked at him expectantly, before cracking a smile.

“How long have you wanted me, Harrington?” he bit his bottom lip for a second “too long to tell” she nodded her head “aw, we’re gonna have fun huh? I wanna see you red and begging” his eyes widened at her words, her sweet tone a direct contrast in comparison to her words.

His lips parted now while he nodded his head, brows slightly raised, unable to say anything-watching as she took her blazer off, tossing it towards her closet-then her hands were back on his chest-both of them gliding along his jacket while she held eye contact with him. She slowly slid her hands under the denim, pushing it back until he finally took it off, throwing it elsewhere-too focused on her to care where his clothes ended up.

“Are you gonna be good for me?” he nodded his head “y-yes, an-anything” she smirked at that “All it takes is one little touch to get you dumb huh?” she spoke as she tugged at the hem of his sweater before sliding one hand under it, her cold fingertips against his warm abdomen, fingers tracing the toned muscles.

Steve's mind was a haze and she’d barely touched him, he would never live this down-even if it was just coming from himself.

“Take it off” she didn’t have to ask twice, it only took a few seconds for Steve to pull the Sweater over his head, revealing his toned chest, she smirked at the patches of hair along his chest, and the evident happy trail he sported “uh-I-sorry for the hair if it’s not your thing-” before he could continue rambling on Y/n shushed him.

“You’re so pretty Steve” she spoke as she glided a finger along his happy trail, resting it against the waistband of his hands, tugging on it slightly before hooking her finger onto it-all while she held eye contact with him.

He felt as if he was about to combust, his skin on fire while she looked at him as if she wanted to devour him. Her gaze had him holding back a whimper-and when she pushed him back against her bed he didn’t expect it-knees buckling over the edge of her frame as he fell flat onto the mattress. In the moment he was embarrassed-but then he watched as she easily pulled off her top, tossing it on the ground, a black lace bra holding her chest ever so perfectly.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost” her words were teasing as she straddled his lap, the evident bulge straining against his pants while she looked down at him, both hands now on his waist, thumbs slightly grazing his skin-back and forth.

His body was on fire-it had to have been on fire-she had to have tossed a match on the bed before pushing him into it. His mind was melting away as he tried to figure out how her subtle touches were sending him higher and higher up the ladder of sexual frustration. He was so turned on it hurt, and seeing her, looking down at him with the faux innocent look in her eyes as she sat on his lap-sat against him-it was enough to have him start begging.

“Tell me what you want Pretty Boy, tell me what you think about when you can’t take your eyes off me” his lips parted as she leaned lower, supporting herself on top of him, her face now less than a foot away from his. “I wanna hear it, I wanna know what you’re thinking about, what you wanna do to me” he swallowed hard, breath picking up slightly

“Y-you, fuck all of you, wanna kiss you and hold you, sh-shit” his words left his lips without a single thought, all rushed out and jumbled. She bit her bottom lip, a smile on her face now as she moved her hands off his waist, now placing one next to his head on the bed-she was in charge and he knew that.

“Yeah? You wanna make me feel good? Wanna feel me cumming around you?” he nodded his head, lost in her-it was like she was sending his senses into overdrive. “You think you deserve that? You think you deserve to touch me?” her degrading tone made him whimper while he nodded, she was quick to lean over, talking directly into his ear “I want you to beg for it, tell me how much you want me” with that she started peppering kisses along his neck, red lipstick stains on his skin before she started licking and sucking at his warm skin-sure to leave marks behind.

He couldn’t hold in the moan that slipped past his lips the second he felt her lightly bite against his skin-his hands now finding her waist-but when she stopped kissing him-he immediately moved his hands-somehow knowing what she was expecting. “C’mon Pretty Boy-let me take care of you” he let out another low moan at her words, her kisses now against his collar bone as she worked on leaving another mark against his tanned skin.

“Fuck-want you so bad, need you, God I need you so bad, I’ll do anything-please” she smirked, now moving back, her lipstick smudged while she looked at him, then she pressed her lips against his, it didn’t take long for him to kiss her back-one of her hands now on the side of his face as she deepend the kiss, sliding her tongue against his soft lips-slipping past them as he let her in.

She started moving her hips against his, he moaned into the kiss feeling her move-the friction giving him some sense of relief. The kiss only getting more heated the longer their lips stayed together, Steve poured everything he had into the kiss-all of his want-his desire-his everything, and she gladly took it.

When she moved apart she let out a whimper against his parted lips “do you wanna touch me? Wanna make me feel good?” he nodded his head “fuck please-please let me touch you” she smirked, nodding her head, his hands immediately on her exposed waist, then she winked before getting off of him-easily pulling at his arms-directing him to hold himself above her-and the second he did she was kissing him again, her hands now tugging at his belt loops-pulling his hips closers to hers while she parted her legs.

He was in heaven-this was it-he was in actual heaven.

She tugged on his hair-the feeling making him groan-then she did it again, a little harder this time-getting him to move back-but his blood was flowing south. He panted while he sat above her-in this moment he knew she was in charge-regardless of the position-regardless of how he was fucking her-she was in charge.

Her hand was still in his hair as she spoke “Use your mouth Pretty Boy” that’s all she had to say, his lips now against her neck, kissing down her body, he cupped one of her tits, groaning at the sound of the high pitched moan she let out, then he slid the bra down-he didn’t bother taking it off of her-rather letting the straps fall as the cups now leaned against her stomach, tits out, nipples hardening at the cold air against them. It wasn’t long until his hands were back on them, one hand cupped her left breast, fingers tugging at her hardened peak making her moan, then he peppered kisses along the right one, his tongue finding her other peak, lapping at it before lightly sucking against it before bringing it between his teeth-tugging at him-earning a louder moan from her.

Her hands were back in his hair as she tugged at the soft brown locks, moaning as he switched his position, making sure to pay attention to every single part of her. He had to make her feel good, that’s all he wanted to do, so he continued kissing down her stomach, eyes meeting hers as he reached the top of her miniskirt. She smirked “hike it up, I want your mouth, want you to be good for me, you wanna taste me?” he bit his bottom lip, nodding his head as he moved his hands to her thighs-easily hiking the skirt up, moaning at the sight of her black thin lacey panties-they left little to imagination.

He was quick to spread her thighs more, laying between them as he licked and sucked marks into the skin of her left thigh before placing it over his shoulder. The sight of him between her legs had y/n biting her lip again, one hand in his hair, tugging at it, the other holding onto her tit, squeezing it, toying with her nipple while she watched him.

“Please-can I taste you-fuck need to taste you on my tongue” she smirked “such a desperate little slut huh? Been waiting months for this-just imagining what I taste like-tell me Pretty Boy-do you think of me at night? When it’s just you?” he nodded his head, looking up at her, lips parted, heavy breaths.

“Yes-fuck-yes, always you, everything about you-please” “then show me” he didn’t hesitate to lick a stripe up her clothed slit, the motion making her whimper, then he slid two fingers along her damp panties, easily pulling them to the side, exposing her to him-and he couldn’t stop the gutteral moan he let out at the sight of her glistening cunt.

“So pretty like that, between my thighs, begging to tongue fuck me” he groaned, nodding his head before licking another stripe up her cunt, then he lapped at it, moaning at the way she tasted against his tongue before focusing on her bud, he rapidly flicked his tongue against her clit, groaning against her at the feeling of her tugging his hair. Her back arched off the bed while she moaned-loving the feeling of his mouth against her.

She bit her lip, grinding her hips closer to his face, moaning. “Just like that-so so good” her praises made him moan, he slid two fingers between her thighs-his other hand gripping her left thigh, holding it close-practically pinning her in place while he harshly sucked at her clit-her moans only motivating him to keep going. Then she felt him slide two fingers right into her entrance, her moans louder now while he curled them into her-over and over again.

He needed to make her cum, needed to taste her, needed to make her feel good.

“You feel so good, oh my god, right there Pretty Boy-fuck make me cum like a good fucking slut” Steve moaned again, her degrading words mixed with praises only sending heat throughout his body as he grinded his hips against her bed-needing some relief while he chased her high-then he felt it-felt the way she tightened around his fingers and tugged at his hair.

She was cumming, her toes curling and back arching even harder while praises slipped past her lips, soaking his lips and chin in her nectar. He moaned while she came, lapping up as much as he possibly could-wanting to keep going-but he knew not to-knew to listen to her.

He slid his fingers out of her, bringing them to his lips, moaning as he sucked every last drop off off of them. She watched him with a smirk on her face.

“C’mere” with that he got up, leaning over her-and she pulled him into another heated sloppy kiss-this time her hands working at his pants, unbuttoning them, followed by his zipper, then she slid her hand inside of his briefs making him moan against her lips. She started to palm him while they kissed, each time her hand lightly squeezed the base of his cock he’d lose rhythm in the kiss.

Y/n thought it was cute, the way he couldn’t even focus on kissing her back while she toyed with his constrained cock. When she pulled away from the kiss she kept palming him.

“Please-” she tilted her head slightly “please what?” “Please-fuck please need you-need you to stop teasing” she pouted for a second “but you look so pretty like this, you’re so red, and your eyes are barely open-I’ve barely touched you and you’re already fucked dumb” he moaned at her words, nodding his head.

She shoved him, rolling so she was now on top of him, and she straddled a little lower than his waist, easily sliding his hard, thick, cock out of it’s confinements, she bit her lip while gazing at it. His veins were so prominent, it curved slightly to the left, and the tip was swollen, red, and dripping pre cum.

“The tip of your cock is the same color as your cheeks-nice and rosy-just for me” she spoke in a degrading tone as she placed a singular hand on the length of his cock, slightly tightening her grip as she slowly slid it up and down his length-she then paused-gliding her thumb across the tip, swiping it against the slit-spreading all of his precum around then she leaned over and spit on it-making his cock a wet sticky mess-all while he moaned and whined under her.

“Please-fuck please y/n-please” she raised a brow “tell me what you want-you want me to fuck you like the whore you are? You want your cock down the back of my throat-you wanna watch me gag on it? Make you cum over and over again until you cant even think straight?” he nodded his head rapidly at her words, vision hazy while he watched her above him-she was like an angel-but angels didn’t do things as sinful as this.

As she spoke her hand’s pace picked up, squeezing him tighter while she pumped his dick, holding eye contact with him-only going faster and faster-while he moaned and whimpered-his hands gripping her sheets. “Such a pretty fuck toy” he felt himself getting closer and closer-and based on the way he twitched in her hands-she knew it too.

“You gonna give me the first one? I want you to cum for me my sweet, sweet boy, cum all over my hand” he nodded his head, chest rising and falling, feeling himself closer and closer to the edge-then she leaned over him, now pumping his cock at a different angle while licking and sucking at the other side of his neck-making sure to leave more marks.

He moaned, his head thrown back slightly as he gripped the sheets “you wanna touch me? Wanna let me know how much you like me fucking you?” he moaned at her words, she was near his ear, low words sending vibrations down his spine-leading him to letting out a loud moan “you can touch me baby, hold me while you cum for me” he nodded his head, his hands on her hips now-fingers digging into her skin as his vision greyed over-feeling his orgasm flow through his entire body.

She smirked, feeling his cum land on her stomach and his, then she sat up, still smirking while he struggled to catch his breath-but she was nowhere near done. She leaned over, tongue tracing the ropes of cum on his stomach, all the while she looked up at him.

Then she moved on to her hand, licking his cum off of her fingers “you made such a mess-can’t let it go to waste, you did so good for me-but now you’re gonna do even better” he simply nodded, biting his lip while he stared at her through hooded eyes-never in his life had he experienced the amount of pleasure that was surging through his body.

She moved further down, kneeling on the bed while she looked at him “lean against the headboard” he nodded, doing as told, chest rising and falling rapidly while he watched her lie between his legs, he winced and whimpered as she grabbed his sensitive cock, not wasting a second before placing the tip into her mouth, lapping at it-sucking on it-and sending him into a pool of overstimulation-hands gripping the sheets while he felt dizzy. He’d never came more than once during a hookup-everything about this was new to him-and he was going insane.

She pulled back “you gonna give me another one? Cum down my throat? Be a good boy for me?” he nodded “use your words” “gonna be good-gonna be so fucking good” he was whining, whimpering as her mouth was back on him-his cock slowly growing harder in her mouth as she sucked on him, toying with his length, using one hand to pump him while she bobbed her head along him-all while holding eye contact with him.

She moved away to spit on his cock again-except she used the tip to smear her spit along her lips, Steve placing his hands over his face after seeing that-letting out loud uncontrollable moans. She wanted him desperate-and that was exactly what she was getting.

It didn’t take long for him to have to cum, his eyes watering from the pleasure while he gripped the sheets, constantly shifting in place-trying to stay as still as possible before she stopped all together.

“Please fuck-please can I cum-please-fuck can’t-cacn’t hold it” she smirked, taking him out of her mouth, still pumping the length of his cock while looking up at him-the string of saliva connecting his tip to her lip was driving him insane.

“You look so good when you cum-so flustered-so fucking pretty” he moaned “gonna cum all over my tongue for me? Be a spoiled little slut for me?” he nodded his head, watching as she stuck her tongue out, tapping his cock against it a few times-the sight sent him into overdrive as he shot ropes of cum along her tongue-one landing on her cheek slightly. She swallowed it all gliding her index finger along her cheek before smirking.

She sat up, smearing her finger across his bottom lip-before sliding it into her mouth-watching as he sucked on it “look so good like this-so fucked out-haven’t even been inside me yet” she leaned closer to him, taking her finger out of his mouth, sliding it along his lips and chin.

“Haven’t even felt how wet, warm, and tight I am-just for you to fill-to stretch-want my pretty boy to cum inside, wanna see how you look while I fuck you hard” he moaned at her words, nodding his head, whimper, lost in his world of her and overstimulation.

She grasped his cock again, pumping it over and over, slowly with a tight grip as she peppered kisses along his jaw-she moved to straddle him again-making it easier to kiss his skin. He looked like a fucked out slutty mess, hair in every direction, lips slightly parted and swollen, eyes hooded, skin flushed and covered in lipstick kisses and bruises and she loved every second of it.

“You gonna give me another one?” he nodded his head, unable to speak-words all jumbled in his head “good-cause I wanna feel you” he moaned at her words which made her mock him “such a cum drunk slut huh? Never been fucked like this huh? Never had someone use you pretty boy?” he shook his head-moaning as her grip tightened.

She smirked at his hard cock in her hand-he was so easy and she knew it was only for her.

She moved against him, sliding the tip of his cock along her dripping slit, he bit his lip so hard he thought it would start bleeding “u-use me” she smirked at his words “I already have been” it hadn’t occurred to him exactly how much pleasure she got from this-from watching him squirm and moan under her-watching the way she affected him.

“Look at me while I fuck you, wanna see those big brown eyes” he nodded his head, now gazing at her-eyes hooded while he tried not to shut them-tried to stay focused on her as she lined him up with her sopping entrance-sliding right down his cock-inch by inch.

She didn’t bother holding back a single moan, her head thrown back slightly while she felt him stretch her out and fill her until he finally bottomed out-their thighs touching again while she moaned.

“So big-feels so good-fuck I’m so full-can’t get enough of this cock-can’t get enough of you” he nodded his head, his loud moans never stopping as she started grinding herself against him before bouncing on his cock, up and down-then deciding to slide up his cock until only the tip was inside of her before slamming down onto him-the pleasure making his eyes start watering again.

She set her rhythm-fucking him as hard as she could-finally looking at him, her hands on his shoulders-using them for support as she continued bouncing on his thick cock, moaning his name alongside praises about how good he felt in her.

“Oh God Y/n-fuck-I can’t hold it-fuck so close” she bit her lip, her gaze had been held between their bodies, watching as he disappeared inside of her cunt, cock coated in her slick while she fucked him. Then she looked up, practically moaning at the sight of the tears running down his face while he threw his head back, biting down on his bottom lip while he tried not to cum.

“Look at you-” she moved on hand-grabbing his chin-forcing him to look at her “a crying stupid mess-hold it for me-or I’ll tie you up and make you cum all fucking night” her words had a slightly slur to them as she bounced on his cock, listening to him fall deeper and deeper into his world of pleasure.

He didn’t expect for her to lean forward, tongue against his jawline-licking the tears that rested there before sucking a mark into his skin-the feelings making his vision blur and all he heard was static-he was so lost in her that he felt like he couldn’t find his way out.

Then she let out a loud whimper-leaning her head against his shoulder while gripping his skin.

“Gonna cum-want you to cum for me-pretty boy I wanna feel you cum inside me” he moaned at her words, nodding his head-hands now gripping her waist-guiding her movements while he fell apart-the feeling of him filling her made her moan his name, eyes rolled back slightly as she quickly followed suit.

After the both of them caught their breath she slid off of him, walking-rather slowly at that-to the bathroom. When she came back Steve was trying to get dressed, eyes still hooded while he tried to balance himself-the sight made Y/n laugh, a smirk on her face.

“Really fucked you stupid huh?” he gazed at her, now blinking as he noticed the oversized t-shirt covering her figure, he watched as she trailed her eyes along him-smirking at his disheveled state.

‘Do yourself a favor Pretty Boy and stay the night-you’re too fucked out to be driving anywhere-you look like you can barely see” he sat down on her bed-running a hand through his messy hair while shaking his head “because I can barely see” his voice was strained-so she tossed the waterbottle on her desk his way-it landed on the bed next to him and he gladly opened it and drank most of it.

“Do you do that to all of the guys you’re into” she laughed at his joke, glancing over-watching as he took off his jeans completely before laying back onto her bed-staring at the ceiling. His thoughts were all on her-on the way she had him in tears less than fifteen minutes ago to the way she was now taking her smeared makeup off.

“Only the ones that end up being my boyfriend” his eyes widened at that, immediately sitting up while staring at her. She simply shrugged her shoulders, eyes now focused on the small mirror sat on her desk as she continued wiping away her makeup.

“Y-y-your boy-boyfriend?” she rolled her eyes, tossing the cotton pads into the trash can under the desk before glancing at him again, her hands now on her hips while she gave him an ‘are you serious’ expression, head slightly craned forward-brows knit together while she stared.

“I mean that’s c-cool, I didn’t know you were like-into that? I guess? I just thought-” she nodded slowly at his rambling, he ran his hands through his hair a few times while he tried to figure out what to say next-and truthfully his brain was still a pile of mush-recovering from the three orgasms and mind blowing sex.

“Into what? Having a boyfriend-or you being my boyfriend? Is the thought of me wanting to be in a relationship really what's shocking you the most Harrington-as if you haven’t stalked me for the past four months” his jaw dropped at her words-she wanted him to be her boyfriend-his mind now solely focused on that. He’d been into her for what felt like forever-and even after everyone told her that she’d never want him-she was here-telling him that she wanted him to be her boyfriend.

“No-no! No not at all! It’s just I didn’t really-uh think I was your type is all” she scoffed “I took you to my house and fucked you until you literally cried. I think it’s established that you’re my type”

He nodded slowly “but you’re all-like punk rock and like into metal and you wear leather and black, and you hated me in high school and you’re friends with Munson, and you’re-well you-uh-” she nodded her head slowly, brows raised, holding in a bubble of air in her cheeks while his words started to melt together as he tried to save his ass.

“Steve do you or do you not want to go on a date with me-If you don’t want to eventually probably end up being my boyfriend that’s cool-just say no. You’re being weird and I’m about to make you sleep in your car outside”

His eyes widened at that, the red flush back on his face, and now as she sat in her bed, only in his boxers, she noticed the way the blush traveled through his neck and onto his chest as well. He was covered in marks, the lipstick stains and hickies making Y/n smirk-proud of her work.

“No-wait no that’s not what I mean! Y-yes-yeah-of course-yeah” she nodded, walking towards him until she stood between his legs, she then pulled him into a soft kiss, one hand toying with the hairs at the base of his neck, the other gently caressing his jawline. He was quick to kiss her back, his hands on her waist while their lips moved in sync.

Then she pulled away, resting her forehead against his “stop being such a weirdo Steve-I like you-clearly-now shut it”

The next day the two of them woke up late, both of their shifts scheduled to start at two in the afternoon and the clock read one fifteen, Y/n was quick to shake Steve awake, telling him they had to go to work-and once he noticed the clock he practically shot out of her bed, rushing to put last night’s clothes on while Y/n pulled a new outfit out of her wardrobe-changing without a second thought.

The sight of her pulling on her clothes-stepping into her panties-had Steve’s jaw dropped while he stared-only to be met with “fix your hair-you look like you just got laid” when she turned around, facing him in just her bra and panties. She then pulled on a pair of black jeans, accompanied by her hellfire club t-shirt, and the faux fur lined leather jacket she kept for colder days.

She pulled Steve behind her to the bathroom across the hall, grabbing him a toothbrush and shoving it in his direction-the two of them still rushing-to the point that Steve hadn’t realized he still had lipstick stained kiss marks along his neck-plus the few hickies that were visible above his neckline.

What shocked Steve the most was Y/n tossing his keys at him, telling him that he was driving today.

So when he pulled into the strip parking lot just as Y/n finished applying her black lip liner and red lipstick combination-Robin opened the front door of the Family Video-fully prepared to curse him out, however when she noticed Y/n sitting in the passenger seat of his car her jaw dropped. She then noticed the way that Y/n grabbed Steve by the collar of his jacket, pulling him into a kiss before shoving him away and getting out of the car.

“See ya later Pretty Boy.”

Y/n simply waved at Robin, she then made her way towards the entrance to the Arcade, a smirk on her face the entire time.

Steve however got out of the car with a dopey smile on his face, glancing in the direction of his future girlfriend while locking the doors.

When he finally headed in Robin’s direction the look of pure shock was hard to miss-so much in fact that all Steve did was shrug-the smile still on his face. Then as the two got inside and stood behind the counter-Robin practically screamed.

“Holy shit! Your neck! Wait are you wearing yesterday’s clothes-oh my god you are-oh my god you two had sex-oh my god you drove her here? You stayed the night? Holy shit-these are like purple-she’s like a damn vampire!” Robin spoke while she poked and prodded at Steve’s neck-his eyes widening as he looked around for any reflective surface-when he came up short he walked to the back room-then into the employee restroom-eyes widening at the lipstick kiss stains on his neck accompanied by hickies.

Usually he’d be mad that a girl left marks on him-however in Y/n’s case it only made him smile, the familiar blush on his face-he was head over heels and now he finally had a date with her.

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