#they shuck and shudder at your size

[enderkingdubs]

Day 7 is done and F̸̧̺̺̭̔͆̇̈͋ͅo̴̢͚͊Ỏ̶̗̼͋̌ͅD̴̬̿́̅͗̒ ̶̥̓͊̔̅͠f̵̡̨͍͒̏̓̍͘o̸̼̪̗̗̿̄͘ͅȎ̴̮̦̱̖̠̍̔͗͠d̶͕̙͕̺̿̃͑ͅ ̸̧̢͕͎̬̓̐̾̕͠s̴̝͠U̵̹͈̥͒ͅs̴̢͇̮̰͛͆̀͂T̸̫̝̞̏̏͘͜I̴̡̯̝̓̒Ń̸̪̭̎A̵̺̍̉̈́́n̴͈͉̈́̂c̵̨̗͈̫̫̊̈́̉̾E̵̠̟̽͐̂ ̷̝͙̾̕f̵͖̫̱͛̄́͐̔Ó̵̳̞̂̓̑̕ͅo̴̮͖̙͖̲͑Ď̵̫͓̜́̒̓.̷͚͈̱̀.̷̛͈̈̒̿.̸̧͉͚̤͂̋ ̴̝̱̖͍̾W̶̯̥͕̗̞̄̆̽͐͘Ȩ̵̙̾ ̷͚͔͓̋̈́͒̀͜͜H̵̢̺̩̹͙̿̾̇̀Ǔ̴̩̝̬̇̾̕͝N̸͙͑̒͊͊G̷͎̹̮̾́E̶̙̤͈̳̠͛Ȑ̸̤̦̉͑̇͘.̴̰͓̲̫̘̀̐̾

Once again, I’m using @slylock-syl‘s Inktober Template which can be found here.

Today’s theme was “Horror”. I swear, as this goes on, I have less and less of a vision for each piece I do. I didn’t even really want to do the amalgamates, but it just kind of happened since nothing else came to mind. I’m still pretty happy with some of the effects I did on this, though, even if my characters and line work were pretty poor on this one. See you tomorrow for the theme “Eyeball”. I actually know what I’m doing for this next one. It’s gonna be a bit more lighthearted.

-Zane

P.S will reblog later with a link to a speed paint I recorded.

[zhongrin]

ok but now aine pointing out that hot af art:

You give Mafia boss Li the blowing of his life, he tells you to stay in his office, he'll be back once the job is done.

hours. you wait for fucking hours for what should have been a simple hit job.

Li eventually comes back, covered in blood, kinda feral look in his eye, turns out he went and took out the mark himself because he was so pumped after your service. proceeds to shuck his bloody coat, throw you over his desk and ehehehehehohohohoho

you're kidding me you're spoiling me you're feral and unhinged and i am supposed to be chilling here on Friday night drinking my goddamned osmanthus tea and snacking on strawberry chocolate matcha-

ps. tumblr hates me and i had to rewrite this so if some parts feel weird it's probably because of that lskdjflsjdlfkjsdf

the heavy door which you had trouble opening at the start of your negotiations hours ago slams against the wall, making you jump and spill some wine onto your shirt.

you don’t have half the mind to worry about the spreading stain on your garment, however, seeing as the state of morax’s own shirt is way worse. there are splotches of dark reds marring the pristine white cloth, which are unbuttoned enough to display his chest, teasing what lies under. his amber eyes are glowing as he finds you sitting on the seat he regularly sat on, and at once he’s stalking towards you like a predator that has found a most delectable prey.

his black coat haphazardly crumples against the leather sofa, and within seconds he’s right in front of you, hands slamming against the armrests on your either side. the slight sheen of sweat against his arms reflects under the grand lighting of the luxurious office, and though he’s of a leaner size you’re suddenly aware of his muscles, reminded of his authority and the regality of his aura.

with a squeak, you sink further into the seat and stare downwards at your lap. but the man follows, leaning in even closer so that you can feel his breath against your forehead.

“how bold of you,” one of his fingers tilts your chin up to meet his eyes, “to sit on my chair. drinking my wine. when you have yet to fulfill your payment for your pesky client.”

“wha-but i did-”

“my, did you? why don’t you recite what i said regarding the payment.”

you try to rack your memories; with him so close, the scent of blood and his stupid cologne that fits him so well was so overpowering, your brain decided to turn into mush and remind you of how his seed tasted on your tongue, heavy and heady and-

“answer.”

“y-you said,” your breath hitches, “um… ‘if you can satisfy me, i will consider that as your payment instead’….?”

morax hums. his grip on your shirt tightening was all the warning you got before he ripped the material off your body, lips mashing together, tongue inviting yours into a dance. he tastes of iron and fragrant tea and the sinful thoughts of all your wicked desires that had grown immensely ever since you took his cock into your mouth. the glass of wine previously balanced within your grip thuds against the plush carpet, forgotten, and you moan against the kiss as the man pulls you even closer.

you almost don’t even realize that you’re lifted up the chair onto the wide desk until you feel them against your back. the size of it is absurd, just as everything else in this room; the chandelier, the vases, the paintings, the dragon sculpture, his girthy-

his hand trails up your inner thigh, and you shudder.

zhongli’s gaze rakes all over your body, his gloved hand faithfully following right behind it. you’re about to ask him whether you’re the most interesting paperwork he had to do on this desk, but the question dies before you could even utter a word, because while he’s keeping one of his hands on you, he’s biting on the other to slide them off, revealing his hands and the veins which run at the back of his palm.

he makes the action look like some kind of an art.

you don’t even realize that you’re whining at the sight of him taking them off in such a manner until his eyes lock onto you, with the leather still hanging between pearly white teeth (god, you’ve felt it from the kiss, but those little fangs are driving you crazy). the corner of his lips twitches as he gently places the material aside on the desk.

“i must have forgotten to tell you,” his bare hand tenderly swipes the lock of hair from your face and yet the expression on his face suggests that his next course of actions will be anything but gentle, “i am a man who can hardly be satiated by normal means.”

© zhongrin | 2022 ◆ no repost. reblogs much appreciated. feel free to reach out to submit suggestions, feedback, comments, or if you just want to talk!

[frenchfrywrites]

Leona puts effort into something (for once)

MINORS DNI

Top amab gn dom top reader, sub bottom Leona Kingscholar, feminization, lingerie,  spanking, piss, ass eating, knotting

It’s not often that Leona puts in the effort to surprise you. It's not often that Leona puts in the effort to do anything. And he must have put in a lot of effort here. 

He’d have to have known your schedule for the day, he clearly put a lot of thought into finding the right color, size, and style, and unless he just had a lucky guess, he put in effort to find out exactly how to make you rock hard at the mere sight of him. 

“You look-” you let out a pleased hum instead of finishing that thought, closing the door behind you. In front of you lies Leona all dolled up in the prettiest (and likely most expensive) bralette and matching thong lingerie set you’ve ever seen. The bra pushes his chest, exposing his skin to you like he has little A cup tits, and the soft pink contrasts beautifully with his brown skin. 

Leona drags his- even prettier- green eyes over to look at you, flashing you a smug grin. “I look?” he prompts, alerting you to the fact that you never finished your sentence. 

“You look so fucking good,” you practically whine. As you make your way to the bed Leona lazily pulls himself up, his tail flicking happily behind him. You pull him into a kiss as soon as you’re able to, pressing your tongue into his hot mouth. 

Leona moans, sinking his fingers into your shirt to tug you onto the bed. Your hands find their way to the bra, fondling his chest gently. 

“I’ve been waiting too long,” Leona complains against your lips. His hold tightens on you, clinging you closer. You can now feel his- equally hard- dick pressed against yours. “You’d better fuck me before I get cranky,” he warns, jerking his hips against you. You huff a laugh,

“Then present yourself, kitty,” you barely have the words out before Leona is on his stomach, arching his back and raising his hips to show off his ass to you. You quickly shuck off your shirt before touching him again, as the arousal building with each second makes your skin feel like it’s burning. 

“Fuck,” you curse softly, placing your hands on each of Leona’s cheeks. Upon spreading them you find that the thong does nearly nothing to cover his hole. His tail flicks and twitches under your gaze, and it makes you delighted to know Leona is further worked up over you seeing him like this. “This barely covers your cunt, princess,” you inform him like he doesn’t know, pulling the fabric to the side to see him fully. Your dick strains against your pants at the sight.

Leona groans at your words, rocking himself back just a bit, seemingly telling you to get on with it. You don’t need to be told twice. 

You run your fingers over his hole, feeling it twitch under you. He’s slick already. 

“Did you already stretch your pussy open for me, kitty?” you ask as you slip a finger inside. Leona moans instead of answering, which is fine considering you already know the answer to your question. 

You slowly press in two fingers, finding little resistance. Curling them towards Leona’s bladder, the man under you shudders, gasping and groaning and when you find his prostate. His tail is flicking violently now while he tries to move himself back against your fingers. 

As you finger and stretch him open your other hand wanders. Your hand travels from squeezing and massaging his ass to stroking his cock through his thong. The wet spot from his precum doesn’t go unnoticed by you. 

By the time that your hand travels up to play with Leona’s chest over the bralette again he’s moaning something into the pillow he has his face smushed into. 

“What was that baby girl?” you tease, stretching your fingers open inside of him. He grunts, lifting his head.

“Said can you eat me out? Please?” now it’s your turn to moan. Eagerly you slip your fingers out and press your face between his cheeks, licking at his hole. It takes a second for you to process it, but you quickly realize he used flavored lube. Unable to help yourself, you lick and press your tongue into him, eating him out so sloppily that with the mix of lube and spit you’re sure your dick will slide into him perfectly.

The string of the thong is uncomfortably pressing into your cheek, but you’ve already decided that you’re going to make Leona dirty it with his cum before you even think of removing it. 

And at this rate he’ll be doing that sooner than later.

“Fuck,” he growls, groaning your name after, “feel’s s’good, ah, I need you inside me, have’ta have you inside before I cu-ungh- cum, please, ungh please,” he finally starts begging. You pull yourself away, despite how badly you want to stay buried with your face in his ass. 

“Want me to fuck you princess?” you tease, rubbing his rim that’s slicked and shining. It twitches under your finger,

“Please,” Leona mumbles. You click your tongue, spanking him roughly. He jolts, crying out as he clutches onto the pillow that he’s been laying on. “Yes please!” he cries, louder so you can hear him better. 

“Good girl,” you begin shuffling out of your pants, meanwhile Leona looks back at you, his green eyes blown wide with lust. 

He licks his lips when your cock is exposed to him. You consider letting him suck you off, but the urge to be inside him is overpowering. 

“Lube?” Leona scoffs at this, 

“Aren’t I wet enough, c’mon just fuck me alre-oh!” you spank him again, watching his mouth drop open at the moan that falls from his lips. As soon as he recovers he’s scrambling to get the lube for you, passing it to you quickly. 

Hastily, you coat your dick with it, groaning as you finally give your dick more attention. You  move the string of the thong to the side once again, and tease your tip against his hole.

Leona whines your name, grinding his hips against you. You press your hips forward, and find that you were right; with the help of both the lube and spit, your dick pops in easily and you’re balls deep inside of him before you know it.

Leona is gripping fiercely to the pillow beneath him, his back arched, pushing his hips back so you’re as deep as you can get. You lean over his body, caging him in but minding his tail. 

“Been waiting for this all night?” you ask, inches away from his ear. Leona groans, nodding his head to the question. You snap your hips and he cries out,

“Yes fuck, god I’ve been waiting for you, ah,” you start fucking him slowly, “all night. Got dressed up for you, just for you, and,” he groans, “couldn’t help touching myself,” he confesses breathlessly.

“Because you look so pretty?” you ask, picking up the pace a bit. Leona nods again,

“Yeah, nngh, cause I look so pretty,” he echos. You imagine it, Leona pulling up the thong in front of the mirror, feeling the fabric cup his cock so nicely. Maybe he ran his fingers over his bralette, imagining it was you instead. Maybe he traced his cock- chubbing up at the sight of himself- wishing you were there. No wonder he was already so needy when you arrived. You angle your hips to hear him keen,

“Such a good girl,” you praise, running your hands up to once again fondle his sensitive chest. Leona squeezes around you at that. His nipples harden and press against the fabric of the bralette, so you squeeze and pull at them, bringing one hand up to move Leona’s long hair to one side. With his skin exposed you lean your head forward to kiss his jaw lovingly, then settle in where his neck and shoulder meet. 

You kiss him there then lick and suck on his neck, forming a hickey that you know Leona will bitch and moan about later (all the while proudly putting it on display).

Leona’s voice cracks and drops an octave as he moans, cuing you into knowing just how close he is to climaxing already. He’s usually able to last longer, but you’d bet good money that you eating him out earlier is what’s made him more sensitive. He was smart to have used the flavored kind. 

“Can-” he starts, and you can feel the vibrations of his voice against your lips where you’re still doing a mix of sucking and kissing, “can I please cum, I- ah- I wanna cum,” you pull your head out of his shoulder.

“Already?” you knew he was close but you like to tease him anyways. Leona shakily nods, whimpering softly, “hah, yeah baby you can cum,” you give him permission, your hands traveling down to his cock. The wet spot that had formed from Leona’s precum earlier has significantly expanded. You stroke him over the soft fabric of the thong, and he soon starts jerking his hips into your hand. 

“C’mon Leona, fuck, dirty your pretty panties for me huh? Make them-ah- messy for me princess,” you tease, feeling him clench tightly around you. You pick up your pace, attempting to hit his prostate with each thrust and get him off. 

A moment later he’s cumming with a growl of your name, humping his hips back against yours, arching his back in pleasure. As you fuck him through his orgasm, you can feel his cock twitching, and then his cum wets the fabric, just like you’d hoped it would. 

“Good girl,” you coo, feeling your climax quickly approaching with the way he flutters and squeezes around you. Fucking him through his orgasm only brings you closer to yours, “I’m gonna cum inside you, Leona, baby,” you groan, feeling his knot expanding. You squeeze it tightly and Leona lets out a choked moan, “you want that kitty? Hah, want all my cum in your womb?” 

“Yes,” he wails, “fuck yes, please, please,” his begging pulls you over the edge and you pump him full of your cum. You bite him, hard, where you’d been sucking a hickey into his skin earlier, because you know he loves that. 

In your periphery you see Leona’s mouth drop open, drool falling from his mouth as his eyes roll back into his head. 

You fuck him through your orgasm, and then shakily and slowly thrust your hips until his knot deflates. In that time Leona has gone boneless under you, but you know he’s not asleep yet despite how exhausted he looks.  

Then you move to pull out. 

He’s up and alert fast, swiveling to look at you, “no wait,” he rushes. You quirk an eyebrow. Leona tries his best to look nonchalant but his ears are perked up, “can you do the thing?” he asks gruffly. His question is cryptic to say the least, but you know what he wants. 

“What thing?” you tease, sliding yourself back into him. Leona nearly bares his teeth at you, but swallows his annoyance.

“Can you-” he looks away, “pee in me, please,” he adds softly. It’s leagues better than the first time he requested this (when he’d been both shy and angry at you for trying to figure out what he wanted), so you figure he’s earned it.

“Of course I can, princess,” you kiss his shoulder. Leona’s tail flicks around impatiently as you relax yourself enough to empty your bladder into him. 

It takes a good second, but as soon as you let go Leona starts purring, once again going boneless as you add to the mess of liquids deep inside of him, scratching that primal part of his brain. You thrust your hips shallowly as you piss deep inside of him, kissing the bite mark you made earlier, and moaning softly at the relief of letting go. 

When you’ve relieved yourself fully, you carefully pull out, flopping next to Leona who looks like he’s seconds away from being unconscious. He does however, manage to fling off the bralette before cuddling up next to you.

“Leona,” you murmur softly, interrupting the sound of his gentle purrs, “c’mon babe we gotta get these sheets off before you fall asleep.” Leona’s nose crinkles and he squints one eye open,

“No we don’t?” he grumbles, “just remove the damn towel.” You look down to find that the whole time Leona had been over a towel, and your lust muddled brain had simply not acknowledged this fact. 

You laugh, laying back to regain some strength before you take care of cleaning the two of you up- which may or may not include Leona sucking you off while you eat out the slurry of cum and piss and flavored lube from his asshole. 

He really did put a lot of effort into this after all, and you’re going to show him just how grateful you are.

[leviathanspain]

Heyy, ik you just got a Pietro smut request but you wrote it SO WELL, so I was wondering if I may request one? (Only if you're not getting annoyed with them that is) I was wondering if you could write something about giving Pietro maximoff a hand/blow job (fem reader?)

3:56 am

pietro maximoff x reader

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pietro had snapped awake as he felt the drag of your body against his. he smiled to himself as he laid kisses all across your face, “draga…” he soothed awake, and your eyes cracked open, peering up at pietro. he smiled down at you, his hand moving to caress your face, “didn’t know my draga was so horny while she was sleeping?” he teased you and your hips snapped back into his, “im just getting started.”

you moved your hand that had previously been curled up onto your chest, down into the blankets and beyond pietro’s pants. “can you take them off?” you asked him and pietro nodded, shucking them off at a superhuman speed. you giggled at the small rush of air as he got back into bed just as he was. he was leaning over you and your hand fell onto his rock hard cock, wrapping around it. pietro shuddered, moaning as you began to jerk him off.

“draga-“ pietro whispered as you kept your hand movements. pietro was sensitive in the mornings, and could cum up to six times in one go.

pietro braced himself slightly, feeling the orgasm approach like wildfire, “tell me how much you like it..” you whispered, kissing him. pietro swore, “i like it so much. fuck- i love if, draga..” he gritted as he came.

you felt the cum land on his abdomen and some of it on your hand. pietro watched you as you brought your hand up to your face, promptly licking the cum up. pietro moaned at the sight.

“hold on..” you told him, scooting down the bed as your face reached the planes of his stomach. your tongue began to lap up the rest of the cum, and you dragged the rest of your tongue down to his cock, you couldn’t see but you could only picture how red and angry his cock tip looked.

“draga-“ pietro winced at his sensitivity but you carried on, bringing the rest of his cock down your throat until you nearly gagged on his size. pietro shuddered. he pulled the blankets off and turned the bedside lamp on. he wanted to see you take him in your mouth, and boy were you gonna put on a show for him.

“that’s my draga..” he whispered as your tongue flattened on the underside of him. you brushed your teeth lightly against his cock and pietro laughed, “ouch.” he joked and your laugh rumbled down on him, earning another moan.

you braced yourself on his thighs, gripping them as you began to mouth fuck him quickly now, your mouth dripping down onto him. pietro was witnessing an amazing scene, and he was in the front row.

“fuck!” you felt him twitch under you and the cum that painted the back of your throat left you smiling. pietro slumped into the bed, throwing his head back as you licked him clean.

“beautiful.” pietro assured you and kissed your lips, pulling you back into his side.

[tofuxtea]

𝐒𝐀𝐌 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 | 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘹 + 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 — sam winchester x fem!reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — oral sex (fem receiving), body worship, basically i’m in fucking love with sam’s big ass nose and want to feel it on my clit?? this is me projecting

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 — THIS TOOK ME FOREVER TO GET OUT IM SO SORRY LMFAO i’ve been on wattpad writing dean, number five, daryl dixon, and joey tribbiani fanfics!!😭 forgive me tofuxtea-ers also its lowkey doodoo apologies :[

sam winchester was a beautiful man, simply put. tall, longish fluffy hair, well built. you considered yourself the luckiest woman on earth to have landed a man like him by your side for so long considering what he did for a living.

sure, it was hard to find time for just the two of you to relax with dean around — meaning in the same motel room as you guys (one room was cheaper, dean would say despite the hoard of fraudulent credit cards he had). in the event the winchesters had some time to spare between cases and dean found himself a pretty blonde to spend the night with, you actually found yourself alone with sam.

usually he would take you out to a local diner and let you order whatever you wanted — he wished it was nicer but sometimes you make do in ratty neighborhoods — and you cherished every moment. but your one year anniversary was approaching and god granted the two of you one of those peaceful nights. dean had lucked out at the bar you had just gotten back from and telling by the size of the waitress’s ass alone, you knew he wouldn’t be back until late afternoon tomorrow.

so you knew exactly how to spend the rarity of the free night you were given. lucky for you, sam had the exact same idea in mind.

he wasted no time to push you up against the door, your back slamming it shut behind you. his hand braced the back of your head against the surface, fingers lacing themselves into your hair as he captured you in a heated kiss. the faint taste of whiskey and mint lingered on his tongue and made you crave more, fisting the collar of his shirt and pulling him impossibly closer.

he held your waist tightly, lust sending his body into a needy frenzy as he slid his hands up underneath your shirt. the warmth of him against your skin made you shudder against his lips and your head gently met the door with a soft thud, prompting sam to press his lips into the junction between your jaw and shoulder, greedily licking and sucking. “sam,” you whimpered, eyes fluttering shut with bliss.

he grabbed at the hem of your top and peeled it off of you, quickly noticing the black lace bra he’d told you he liked a while ago. a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “did you plan this?” his eyebrows tented with amusement when you smiled sheepishly.

“i might’ve hoped for it.” you offered before pulling him down into another kiss. his big hands cupped the sides of your face while yours drifted down to the bottom of his shirt, nudging it up his toned body until he got the message and swiftly shucked it off. your eyes dragged shamelessly down his torso, absently tucking your bottom lip between your teeth until sam’s arrogant little chuckle forced your gaze back up. “what? i can’t appreciate beauty?”

“if you call eye-fucking ‘appreciating’ then by all means,” sam said, voice dripping sarcasm as he suddenly hooked his palms underneath your thighs and hoisted you up. you giggled, loosely wrapping your arms around his neck while he carried you to the first bed. he playfully tossed you onto it, quickly following suit as he climbed on top of you.

he met your lips with lustful fervor, what was at first chaste and sweet slowly transforming into something passionate and fiery. teeth nipped at your lower lip and tugged, enticing moans from you. all the while, his hand had snaked in between your bodies, slipping easily beneath the waistband of your shorts that were perhaps a size too big and circling your clit. your body tensed and bucked against his skillful finger with breathy cries. “fuck, sa—sam,” you panted, hastily carding your hand into his hair as he peppered kisses to your sensitive collarbone. “need you so bad.”

he groaned softly against your skin, the low rumble in his chest driving you insane. you begged and pleaded to no avail; sam merely removed his hand from your shorts and tore his lips off of you, ignoring your protests. “i’m taking my time with you tonight.” was all he gave as explanation before he lowered himself just above the small dip between your collarbones, hot breath fanning your chest. you shuddered when his lips teasingly ghosted over the open space.

“sam,” you whined, impatiently tugging his hair in hopes he would understand your deprivation. he huffed out a quiet laugh and planted a kiss in the valley between your breasts, carefully trailing them down your ribs then to your stomach until he reached your shorts. thick fingers hooked themselves into the denim waist and shimmied them down your hips along with your panties. you gasped at the exposure, instinctively bringing your knees together when he got them to your ankles.

“hey, c’mon,” sam coaxed his big hands between your thighs, “don’t be shy.” your eyes followed him as he pressed kisses to the insides of your legs, steadily moving further towards where you wanted him most. a needy whine tumbled from your lips, begging him to stop teasing. “i said i’d take my time.” he replied with a sly grin on his face. “god, you’re so beautiful.”

the praise went straight to your core, warming you from the inside out. you could only whimper in response, running your fingers through his hair while he sucked deep bruises to the innermost parts of your thighs. mumbles of “you’re so fucking gorgeous,” and “i love you so fucking much,” came out muffled against your skin.

“sam, please,” you cried, gently fisting his hair out of frustration. you were sure you were going to cum from the hickies alone if he didn’t stop. “need you so bad.”

he listened. boy, he listened. he ran the tip of his finger through your slick folds, stopping to circle your clit. you choked on a moan, head rolling back against the pillow. “fu—fuck,” was all you could manage to get out.

sam pressed the flat of his tongue to your cunt and dragged up to where his finger was, drinking in the shuddering moans even the back of your hand couldn’t stop. repeated cries of his name encouraged him further, his tongue dipping into you. his finger still steadily worked your clit against your desperate ruts. “sam, sam,” your voice crept impossibly higher as your orgasm began coiling tightly in your abdomen. your thighs brushed the sides of sam’s face and he groaned against your cunt, slowly circling your clit.

you clenched your eyes shut, body writhing as your orgasm crashed into you. whiny moans and broken cries echoed off of the thin motel walls, which would surely bring about some complaints later on. “god, sam, th—there,” his massive hand held onto the inside of your thigh, keeping your legs open, fingers digging into your pillowy skin.

he refused to let up until you had gone weak underneath him, his chin glossy with your cum when he came back up. you stared at him past droopy lids, grinning. “happy anniversary to me, sam winchester.” you giggled, pulling him down into a deep kiss.

this took me so long to finish holy shit ive been wasting my days away in college and on wattpad god bless america for my smut playlist

[sugako]

practicum

supervisor!nanami x intern!reader sum: your internship is cruel and boring, but your primary supervisor and his lingering touches are enough to make you stay for the decadence collab by @sugawara-sweetheart cw: 18+ minors dni, nsfw, smut, power dynamic (boss/intern), slight age gap implied, semi-public sex/office sex, Dom/sub themes, fingering, slight dumbification, cervix kisses, size kink, creampie, reader is in their 20s, inexperienced reader (sorta/idk its up to interp), reader wears a skirt/has a vagina but no gendered language used wc: 2.3k

You knew the moment you stepped into the stiff, grey office building that this wasn’t what you wanted to do, but you had to complete an internship and this had been the easiest place to get into. At first, you hadn’t been sure if it was worth the experience, or the long hours, or the complicated work that really should have been given to someone with twice the experience as you and probably another degree or two.

Truthfully, there wasn’t much keeping you there. You had the opportunity to find a new place within the first week, but you hadn’t. The little steel string that kept you clinging onto this awful, stuffy job was him. Nanami Kento.

Or, as you usually addressed him, Mr. Nanami. He was your primary supervisor after all. The moment you decided to stay was the moment you realized your little crush had gotten out of hand, not that it stopped you. It was impossible with all the sharp angles of his pretty face, the whisper of his baritone voice when he kindly corrected any mistakes in your work and the lingering touches of his fingers across your shoulders as he leaned in to assist you.

Despite his demeanor, you discovered he wasn’t too much older than yourself, at least within ten years of your own age, that had been the tipping point. Your crush quickly got out of hand. Most nights you spent thrashing around in bed imagining your own hands to be his as they left hot trails down your body, but it was never good enough.

For a while, you resigned yourself to lonely nights and soft brushes of skin, but then one day after he caught you in the middle of twisting your ankle up the steps to the office, it was as though a switch flipped.

Nanami had always found you attractive and he appreciated your work ethic, even if he was well aware this wasn’t a place where you would thrive. He knew he spent a little too long explaining certain things to you, letting his body graze yours whenever given the chance, but he felt you enjoyed it. The way your shoulders tensed and you let out a little shuddery gasp that you thought was silent, when your pretty thighs clenched together under whatever cute skirt or pants you had on that day, the light in your eyes that brightened whenever you looked into his eyes - it all made his heart race even if he kept a straight face.

Seeing you so helpless, if even for a short moment, and the delicious whimper you yelped out had broken his resolve. Sure, he was your boss, but not really since you didn’t permanently work here, he reasoned.

“Come to my office so I can check that everything is okay.” He said, taking your elbow into his hand. “It can be easy to fracture the bones in your ankle and foot, and those injuries shouldn't be taken lightly.”

“Uh, okay.” You stuttered back, heat rushing up to the tips of your ears at the subtle contact. It was early, very early, and there were only a handful of people sleepily milling around. Not enough to be a problem, he thought, silently locking the door behind the both of you.

A bit awkwardly, you situated yourself in the middle of the room, bending your knee to slightly lift your foot off the ground. The ache wasn’t terrible, it barely stung, but who were you to argue with a superior?

“Sit on my desk.” He instructed, shucking his suit jacket off and draping it over the back of the plush chair adjacent to the desk.

Nodding quickly, you scampered into place, perching on the edge with your feet dangling above the floor. The straight line of his mouth just barely quirked up as he sat before you. Your mind spun, unable to help but notice how his knees spread wide apart, and the tightness of his pants around his thighs and hips.

Some little part of his brain was telling him to stop, but his body kept moving, fingers rubbing up against your bare ankle. He had to hold back a low groan when he felt you shiver under his touch and your thighs twitch open just the slightest. Glancing up at you only confirmed what he already knew. The way your eyes drooped down, lips parted as you breathed in those cute, shallow breaths, holding yourself up so nicely for him.

Your breath hitched when he looked at you, his hands sliding at a painfully slow rate up from your ankle. They ghosted over your calves, so steady but so cautious, and all the while his eyes stayed anchored to yours.

“How does it look?” You finally breathed when he reached the backside of your knees. Clenching around nothing, but feeling so on the edge of what you longed for, you let your legs fall open just a bit more, knowing he could see your damp panties if he even flickered his eyes down.

When it took him a moment to respond, you worried you had crossed a line, but after a handful of long seconds, the gears in his head stopped turning when his eyes were cast downward. He didn’t make it to your ankle, vision stopping short when he registered how far your cute skirt had been pushed up and the way he could see the perfect outline of your dripping cunt imprinted against the thin fabric of your underwear.

“Very good, but…” Nanami trailed off, kneading your thighs higher and higher.

“But what?” You asked, voice coming out all breathy and needy. The way his touch sent sparks of electricity cascading down your spine was a sin. Hungry with need, the muscles in your thighs and stomach twitched, the cool air of the office breezing against you.

With curious eyes, you watched as he swallowed hard, his gaze flashing back up to you. “You have a different problem now.” Letting out a small sigh, he stands, caging you in with his arms and looming just centimeters away from your face. “I see how you look at me. How you dote on me, ask me for help even when you don’t need it, how your legs shake when I sit a little too close,” his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hip as though to make his point, “and now you’re making a mess on my desk and spreading your legs to show me. Do you really need your boss’ cock that badly?” The way he coos the last question fills your body with heat, but you struggle to look anywhere except directly at him.

“Y-yes, please, want you.” When you stutter out your answer, he squeezes his hips between your legs, the growing bulge in his pants pressing against your thigh.

“You’re very cute, but you act as if you have never been touched properly.” He whispers, letting his head fall against your shoulder, hands pushing your skirt up until it’s bunched up around your hips, completely exposing you.

“They… uh, sorta, but not like,” you shudder out a gasp when his fingers tap against the soaked fabric, grinding your hips into his touch, “...not as good as you.”

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” He moans, ignoring his own words as he pulls aside the flimsy fabric and spreads your slick around, circling your clit.

“But I-!” Your words get choked off when he eases a long finger into you, curling it against your spongey walls. “Want you to fuck me, please!” You whine, hips bucking into his hand while you chased release.

He presses a chaste kiss against the side of your neck before he gently pushes you down so your back is flush against the desk and he pulls your hips to the edge, holding your knees wide enough for him to fit. Barely lifting your head up, you watch him as he stands before you. With quick-moving hands, he unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants, pulling his cock out and palming it lightly before he leans over you again.

Faintly, you’re aware that you’re in his office, in the office building and if anyone were to walk in there would be a disaster for your work and academic life, but you can’t bring yourself to care. Especially not when Nanami’s heavy cock is resting against your cunt and he’s kissing down the column of your neck.

“Since you’ve never felt a real man, tell me if it’s too much,” he says hoarsely, pulling aside the fabric of your panties again before he lines himself up.

Blankly, you nod at his words, struggling to relax your body as the fat tip pushes past your tight entrance. It’s enough to make you flutter around him, an action he desperately tries to ignore. Your little cunt is gushing, sucking him in and clamping around him so tight he’s worried he might break you. The inside of your lip aches from biting them so harshly, waiting for him to slowly bottom out.

“Happy? You’ve wanted this for so long.” He breathes, looking down at where the two of you are connected and the pretty shine of your wetness under the lamps and early morning sunshine that filters through the window.

“Y-yes.” You answer unsteadily, wrapping your knees around his lower back, needing to feel him more, deeper, harder, anything.

“Usually such a smart person and now all you can say is yes and nod?” He pulls back, nearly slipping out with the way you’re creaming around him, and slams back into you.

“Uh-huh!” Comes your squeaked response, unable to answer properly. Slowly realizing what you said, you attempt to backtrack with a weak, “I mean-” before the words gurgle off into nothing when you feel him hit you deeper than anyone ever has.

The sound of skin slapping and the resounding squelches that fill the space cloud your thoughts up, and all you feel is him. Every movement he made was fast but evenly paced and purposeful and you wondered how he could fit so well against you without ever having known you intimately before. His hands burning against your skin, brushing against your stomach as they hold your hips in place, how he perfectly fills you out, and in the next moment how your chest fills with warmth when his thumb brushes against your aching clit.

“You want to cum?” His voice is far strained than it was when he began, his low breathy moans getting louder by the second.

“Please!” You cry, arms shaking as you held yourself back from grabbing onto him.

All he did was give you a sharp nod, but his fingers were suddenly focused, stroking you so exactly you found yourself at the brink of orgasm in short minutes encouraged on by the way he continued to steadily fuck into you.

“Good,” he whispered as he felt you flutter around him, sucking him in impossibly deeper. Those words were the final straw for you. Before you realized what was happening, you could hear yourself faintly crying out like a far-away echo, body jerking and trembling beneath him as he worked you through it, only taking his hand away when he knew you were spent.

“Such a perfect cunt.” You barely heard him, dazed in your own little world, only feeling now, mumbling out something about how you wanted him to cum inside of you.

He slowed, barely, but his steadiness remained, the only indication that he was close was his cock twitching against your still fluttering walls. Letting out a long, hissed groan he finally let himself go, shuddering against you as he came, filling you up even more from the inside. His body pressed into yours as he simply held you, listening closely to your whimpers and gasps.

As you slipped out of your own brain, coming back to reality, you moaned at the weight of him against you, wrapping your arms to rest around his shoulders. Your legs shook around him, barely staying looped around the back of his thighs now.

Gradually, he propped himself up, almost painfully pulling out of you. Although his cock was barely half hard now, the stretch pulled at you just as much as it did at the beginning. He quickly pulls out the neatly placed pocket square from the jacket draped behind him and cleans himself off while you lay there, still winded and trying to process what happened.

Waiting for you to say something or do anything, he drinks up the sight of your glistening cunt, his cum pooling between your legs as it slowly drips out. The small groan you let out as you sit up with unsteady motions gets his attention, prompting him to lean back over you and clean around your thighs, purposefully ignoring the mess between your legs. You watch his actions, dread creeping in as to what happens next, but all he does is adjust your panties back into place and help straighten out your skirt when you wobble off the desk.

Silently, he holds your hands as you regain your footing.

“Um, thank y-”

“Your internship ends next week, correct?” He cuts you off, taking his hands out of yours and rounding the desk to sit at his chair.

“Yes, it does.” It’s obvious he knows the answer, but you reply anyway. You swallow, clasping your hands together to keep them from shaking.

“Alright,” he says, scribbling something on the back of a business card, “feel free to call me after your last day.”

A little surprised, you take the card from him and hold it tight, a weight being lifted from your chest. With a little nod, you go to leave.

“Oh, and y/n?”

“Yes, sir?” You chirp. He takes a deep breath, wondering how it would sound if you called him that next time.

“This didn’t happen.”

[rawmeknockout]

What would RID2015 Bumblebee do with a Human reader who started off as shy and easily overwhelmed at first but … now has become a huge tease and constantly touches them up at any opportunity ? Reader gets a huge rush of confidence knowing that Bee is too concern with hurting them to act up on it but .. eventually a mech gotta give in and give the human exactly what they’re asking for ? I can imagine Reader playing with those bio lights .. or tracing along their cables .. a real touchy person

Bumblebee buries his face in his servos, releasing a shuddering exvent from his tense chassis. You're going to be the death of him. He's not sure how much more he can take before he caves and potentially hurts you. Don't you know how dangerous it already is to interface with a mech ten times your size?

You hardly seem to have a care in the world, dreamy little smile on your lips while you grind your still clothed body up against his fully pressurized spike. Your delicate hands trace his biolights with curious interest, thumbs circling the tender sensors as his interface lights blink on and off. You're so ethereal, so gentle and soft, examining Bumblebee like you would a butterfly, he's only aware of your own arousal by your light energy field and how you gasp with a particularly hard rock of your hips against his array.

It's involuntary the way he grasps your waist to pull you into a harder rhythm, and he's nearly pulling away before your smile is alight with new energy and you're looking up into his optics. His vents stutter when you move to shuck off your worn jeans. Who is Bumblebee to deny you what you want?

[vukovich]

peculiar prompts: fuck or die, but their dicks get bigger every second

A Mounting Problem

"Don't eat those." Ron came around the bend in the trail. Draco scoffed and picked several more scarlet berries, adding them to the pile in Harry's outstretched shirt.

"They're wild cherries," Harry said.

"This," Ron swept his arm out over the lush valley, "is an old wizarding land preserve." He pointed at the thorny bush. "And those are twiggenberries, not cherries."

Draco stuck his tongue out and blew a raspberry. "Are, too."

"What would you know about foraging, Malfoy? You hadn't eaten a meal outdoors until this week."

Draco scrunched his face up and mimicked Ron.

"Fine." Ron adjusted his pack and side-stepped around them. "Don't be late to the top of the rise. And don't eat those berries til you're back home. Alone."

"Yes, Father," Draco said snidely to Ron's retreating back.

Harry pretended to gag.

"Heard that!" Came Ron's voice.

--

Harry swatted a mosquito against the inside of the tent and shot Draco a triumphant grin, but Draco's attention was on the bag of berries in his lap.

"Ron said not to eat those here."

"Ron says a lot of things. I'm hungry." He crossed his outstretched legs over his sleeping bag and Harry wondered if he shouldn't hand-feed Draco.

"Someone failed to guard the camp from raccoons." Draco popped a big, glossy berry in his mouth. "And someone cost us what smelled like a wonderful crockpot of chili."

"I said I was hanging back to take a nap, and I did. I didn't know none of you latched the crockpot." Harry rolled onto his side and clicked a small lantern on. "Give me one."

Harry opened his mouth and flicked his gaze back and forth between the berries and Draco's eyes. Draco let him look like a confused fish for a few moments before selecting a berry.

They were large, for wild berries. Almost like small plums, but a bit more pointed at one end, and deep red. Draco traced it over Harry's bottom lip before shoving it in, and then followed with his fingers for good measure.

Harry grunted in surprise, but sucked Draco's fingers clean before biting into the berry. It popped open in a rush of cloyingly-sweet bubblegum, and broke against the roof of his mouth like an overripe grape. He grabbed a bottle of water from the foot of his sleeping back to dilute the overwhelming taste.

Draco smirked and shoved what had to be his fourth or fifth one into his mouth.

"You can have the rest," Harry said, capping his water and laying down.

He clicked off the light, and Draco sealed the bag and laid down next to him. Harry started drifting off almost immediately, but Draco tossed and turned.

Harry cracked an eye and was met with Draco's eyes glinting in the filtered moonlight. "Do you think they're awake?"

"Ron and Hermione?"

"No, the wampus cats. Of course Ron and Hermione."

"Probably not. I think they hiked twelve miles today. Why?"

Draco walked fingers over their sleeping bags toward Harry's chest, and then diverted southward.

"No reason..."

"They're heavy sleepers."

"Mm hm..."

Draco tugged at the drawstring on Harry's pajama bottoms. Harry bit back a smile and let him pick at the knot until Draco started muttering swear words under his breath.

Harry rolled on his back and unceremoniously shucked his pants and pajamas off, and threw his t-shirt on the pile at the foot of his sleeping bag.

He couldn't read Draco's expression, so he clicked the lantern back on. Wonderment. Draco was staring at Harry's dick in absolute wonderment. Harry was flattered, then aroused, but then mildly alarmed, because Draco just kept staring.

Harry glanced down and didn't see anything more interesting than his own erection, and still Draco watched it, and Harry watched him. But... why would he be hard already?

Harry wrapped a hand around his semi-hard dick, but his fingers only just met around it. That wasn't right.

Draco tilted his head to one side. "I think those were psychedelic berries."

"Oh, shit," Harry whispered. He worked his fist over the head of his cock, just in case this turned out to be a really good trip. "Oh... shiiiiit. How many did you eat?"

"Five?" Draco licked his lips. "Your dick looks bigger."

Harry stopped stroking. "I think it is bigger."

Harry's thumb and middle finger couldn't touch, and felt like they were actively being pushed way. The skin of his cock grew achingly tight and over-sensitive.

"Shit. What do we do?"

Draco scooted closer. "I can think of several things to do."

Panic rose a cold sweat over Harry's chest. "What should we do?"

"Again, I can think of-"

"RON!" Harry shouted.

A rustle in the other tent, followed by a groan, and "Wassit?"

Draco leaned down slowly, eyes on Harry, sneaking his mouth closer to Harry's dick and fooling no one.

"What do those berries do?" Harry shouted, then swallowed a whimper as Draco's lips spread over the head of his cock.

"The fuck you think a twiggenberry does?" Ron grumbled. An owl hooted nearby. "You didn't eat one, did you?"

"Uhm." Draco's tongue against the tight-stretched skin was already too much. "Yes."

"Guess it could be worse. You gotta get somebody to help you blow your load before your dick drains your blood supply." The owl hooted again, and it sounded rather concerned. "Doesn't work if you do it on your own."

Draco slurped enthusiastically and winked.

"Sounds like you've got it under control. And I've got ear plugs. Good thing you only ate one. G'night."

"Ron! RON!" Harry tugged Draco up by the hair. "Shit. Now what?"

Draco held Harry's gaze while he slid his tongue out and prodded Harry's dick with the tip. "Mm?"

Harry nodded and tried to relax as Draco's mouth enveloped him. He blew out a long breath and forced himself to not think about anything but the wet heat sliding over his cock. Not about dying with an enormous dick hanging out. Merlin help him if Dumbledore met him on a platform in this condition.

Draco shifted, snuck a hand in his own pajamas, and moaned around Harry's cock.

"Fuck," Harry whispered. Draco's shoulder shook as he stroked himself in time to his mouth on Harry. He moaned again, and tension build at the base of Harry's cock. "Fuck, I'm gonna come."

Draco wrapped both hands around Harry's thick length, and the pressure in his hips broke, spilling into Draco's mouth. Harry's breath shuddered out as Draco slowed, swallowed, and grinned at him.

"I've got something for you." He rose up on his knees and Harry's dick gave a feeble throb at the size of the tent in Draco's pants. "Roll over, size queen."

It wasn't that Draco wasn't well-endowed. He was... fine. But Harry's tastes ran... larger. A lot larger. Like the bludger bat of a cock Draco was wrangling out of his shorts.

Draco reached into a bag, then tossed a tube of lube on Harry's pillow. That dick was so perfect Harry could have cried. And he did.

Tears gathered in the corners of his eyes. Draco straddled Harry's thighs and plopped down, massive erection slapping against Harry's spent cock.

"Uhm... What's wrong?"

"I ate-" Harry sobbed. "-the chili."

"Okaayyyy..." Draco shook his head and waited for Harry to explain, but comprehension bloomed over Draco's face. "There were no raccoons?! Harry James Potter, you ate half a crockpot of chili and blamed raccoons?!"

Harry nodded and hid his face in the crook of his elbow.

"I HAD TO EAT BONER BERRIES FOR DINNER AND NOW YOUR VERY FUCKABLE ARSE IS FULL OF CHILI?!"

Harry nodded again. "I'm sorry."

"Oh, I am not putting my dick in that."

"I'm really, really sorry."

"I'll bet you are." He felt Draco's breath against his ear. "Sorry you're not getting your greedy little hole stretched open by this."

Draco pressed his cock along Harry's abdomen for emphasis. He ran his chin down Harry's jawline and sighed. "Wanker."

Harry moved his arms, sniffled, and snuck a kiss on Draco's nose before he sat back up. "I guess wanking, it is. I don't think I can fit it in my mouth."

Draco walked his knees up to Harry's waist and sat on his flaccid dick. Hard.

"I always had a theory that Parseltongues could unhinge their jaws like snakes."

Harry only half-heard Draco, because the dick sitting on his chest was fucking amazing. It was still Draco's, but huge. He would have gladly impaled himself on this beast of a dong, but no. The chili had smelled too damn good.

Draco flipped the cap on the lube open and emptied it out on what was rapidly becoming a third leg. Harry wrapped both hands around it, and the overlap of his fingers shrank as he watched.

He stroked, slow and steady, trying to keep a familiar routine in a very new situation. Draco's head lolled to the side, and his lips pressed against his own shoulder. Harry smiled softly and tightened his grip. Even full of dick-enhancing berries, Draco couldn't come without his lips against bare skin, even if it was his own.

Draco tilted forward, but caught himself. He wavered above Harry.

"I'm dizzy."

Harry looked up and met glassy, vacant eyes. His fingers barely met around the dick in his hands.

"Oh, shit." His mind raced. "Lay down. Lay down on me right now."

Draco fell forward, chest on Harry's face. Harry grabbed Draco's hips and pushed him down until their lips met. "Shit. Draco, stay awake."

Draco hummed against Harry's lips, and Harry stroked dick like Draco's life depended on it. Up and over the swelling head, thumbs working the underside of Draco's cock until Draco's back stiffened.

Cool lips found Harry's, and Draco whimpered, hitched, and the dick in Harry's hands throbbed. Hot rivulets flowed through his fingers, and he absently thought a cock that big should put out a whole lot more come than this.

Draco sighed into Harry's neck. "That was good."

Harry slid his hands out from between them and wiped them on Draco's arse. "That was close, is what that was."

"Mm hm."

"Are you just going to fall asleep on top of me?"

"Mm hm."

--

Harry woke at dawn to a startled owl hoot, a scuffle outside his tent, and then the walls of the tent shaking violently. He popped up on his knees to look through the mesh window.

The sun was just peeking over the treetops, and Hermione stood outside, hands on their tent, hair in a tight braid, dressed for a hike already.

"Get up, losers! We're going berry-picking!"

[kingexpl0sionmurder]

You’re All I Want - Shinsou Hitoshi

Author: @kingexpl0sionmurder​ Rating: 18+ (Smut) Words: 5,073 Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi/F!Reader (Aged up/Pro Hero) Warnings: Oral (Male receiving), Oral (Female receiving), vaginal sex, pet names. AN: Here is my entry for this month’s BNHarem NSFW collab! Special thanks to @unbreakablekiribaku​ for supporting me as usual and listening to me ramble on about my favorite purple boy. Title taken from a song by Cigarettes After Sex because I am soft today. We all had the same starter for this collab, so it’s important to read that first so you understand the set up! (It’s kind of like a choose your own adventure!)

Collab Masterlist (IMPORTANT: READ THIS FIRST)

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Taking a deep breath, you stepped forward, shucking off the mask onto the ground beside you. It wasn’t like they’d be able to see your face back here, or you hoped not, and the thing was itchy.

There hadn’t been much instruction on what to do, so you decided to make yourself comfortable on the pillows and wait in the near darkness, feeling a little annoyed that they’d taken your phone, even though you understood why. 

You gazed through the hole, trying to see if you could make out anything on the other side. You could hear music, the slightly muffled guitar from some classic rock playing for the party guests made you giggle a bit. Blowing some random hero while listening to 80’s hair metal through a hole in the wall was not how you had been picturing spending your Saturday night, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

Before you could dwell on that anymore, you heard a sharp knocking on the wall, the light coming from the hole in the wall suddenly cut off when someone stepped in front of it. You had a feeling this was your cue. 

You shuffled over on your knees, grabbed a bottle of water, unscrewed the cap, took a sip, and tried to ignore how much your hands were shaking. You knew what you were doing. This wasn’t your first time sucking a cock. The situation was different, of course, but if you closed your eyes, you could just pretend it was someone else, right? 

Letting your mind wander, you wet your lips when the man on the other side of the wall shoved his dick through the hole, starting with kitten licks and light sucks on the tip. You closed your eyes and thought about the object of most of your fantasies, pretending it was him sitting heavy on your tongue, bracing your hand on the wall in front of you as you used the other to grab the base of the man’s cock and pump him slowly.

Being a barista wasn’t the most exciting job, but your regular customers somehow made things seem less dull. One man in particular always had you vibrating with excitement the moment he walked through the door. He usually strolled in during the mid-morning, his purple hair defying gravity, his face holding the look of someone who didn’t get enough sleep. He did always manage a small smirk in your direction when you greeted him, already working on his preferred drink order before he could even open his mouth. Black coffee with a double shot of espresso and a blueberry muffin. He never strayed or asked for anything different. 

He would pay for his order and then lean his hip against the counter on the far end, arms crossed over his chest as he kept his eyes trained on you. It made you feel hot all over, your mouth dry and your thighs clenching as he watched you work, his apparent interest in you making you feel exposed and raw. You had half a mind to grab him by his shirt and drag him over the counter so you could press your lips to his, the sexual tension that his gaze created nearly driving you mad.

But as always, you would walk over and slide him his drink and pastry bag, biting your lip and looking up at him from under your eyelashes, wishing him a good day. He would always give you another once over, and sometimes his fingers would brush yours as he took his breakfast, his deep voice rumbling in thanks. He would smirk at you again before turning and walking out of the shop, leaving you to melt into a puddle of sexually frustrated goo behind the counter.

You’d entertained the idea of writing your number on his cup, wondering if he would text you, imagining what he would say if you asked him out sometime. It was a shame you were too nervous about doing anything other than flirting over the counter, too scared even to attempt to hold a conversation with him. You’d have to resort to using your overactive imagination to your advantage for the task at hand.

With the music still blaring in the other room, you could just barely hear the man on the other side of the wall moaning as his cock twitched in your mouth, your tongue gliding over the vein on the underside while you hollowed your cheeks around him. Humming, you took him as deep as you could, feeling triumphant when you felt him shudder, thick ropes of cum shooting into your mouth. 

You pulled off and spit into the nearby trash can, going back to lick the man clean, and then chugging on your water bottle. As quickly as he had appeared, he was gone, and the hole was empty once again. Sitting back, you sighed. That hadn’t been as bad as you thought it would be, though you figured it was probably because your mind was elsewhere. You just needed to keep this up for the rest of the night, and then you’d collect your giant wad of cash and be on your way.

--

Hours passed, men came (literally) and went, and your jaw was starting to feel sore. You had no idea how much longer you had, but you’d been putting forth your best skills while thinking about the purple-haired coffee man to pass the time. 

There was a knock on the wall, so you sat up from where you were slumped against it, grabbed another water bottle, wet your mouth, and got ready to go back to work. Since your eyes had adapted to the darkness of the room, you’d been trying to get a good look at the different dicks that had been shoved through the hole as the night progressed. You’d yet to be disappointed, and men at this party were giving you unrealistic expectations for real life. The one that was in front of you now, however, was probably the nicest and one of the biggest you’d seen so far.

Suddenly feeling eager to prove to yourself that you could handle the size of it, you shuffled forward on your knees and wrapped your hand around it, stroking slowly and letting your tongue poke out to lick at the bead of precum that had already gathered at the tip. The music fading from one song and into the next in the other room allowed you to hear the groan of pleasure coming from the man, your ears perking up, and legs clenching together. 

His voice was deep, just like the man in every one of your fantasies. You’d made yourself cum just thinking about that voice whispering in your ear, low and thick like honey, praising you for taking his cock so well, growling and moaning about how good your pussy felt around him. You let your eyes close, humming and focusing all your efforts into giving this man the best blow job of his life, picturing purple hair and a sharp jawline, smirking lips caught between straight teeth, bulging biceps and long fingers. You wished you could feel his fingers in your hair as you took him as deep as you could, relaxing your throat and rolling your tongue around his length, practically choking around him as tears gathered in your eyes.

You swore you heard that voice again, a drawn-out curse coming from the other side of the wall as his cock twitched in your mouth and he came, and for the first time all night, you swallowed all he had to give you, too caught up in the moment to worry about spitting it in the trash. 

Before you knew what was happening, he was gone, not even letting you clean him up. You fell back, gasping for air and trying to figure out what happened. Your cunt was throbbing, and your chest was heaving as you reached blindly for the water bottle beside you. Did you do something wrong? He seemed to have been enjoying himself, but it was hard to tell with the wall between you.

You didn’t have much time to dwell on it, though, because there was a knock from the door you’d entered the room from, and suddenly the girl who had led you back here was standing there, smiling at you. “Are you doing okay?”

Nodding, you stood up. “Yeah, am I done?”

She crossed her arms, leaning against the door frame. “That depends. Do you want to make a little extra?”

Eyebrows furrowed, you frowned. “What? How?”

“Someone is requesting you for some special one on one time if you’re interested. It would involve more than just a blow job, so if you’re okay with that, I can take you to the bathroom and then to the room he’s rented for you.”

Your eyes widened, mouth suddenly dry. “Someone requested me?”

Chuckling, she shot you a grin. “You impressed him. He was insistent about it being you, so you must have given him the best head of his life or something.” 

Biting your lip, you deliberated. You had promised yourself not to get too involved with this world. It was supposed to be quick and easy money. 

“If it helps, it was the last guy you were just with, like not even 10 minutes ago.” 

The man with the deep voice and giant cock. Well, fuck.

“I...yeah. Okay.”

“Great!” She clapped her hands. “Grab your mask and follow me. I’ll take you to the bathroom so you can brush your teeth, then I’ll bring you to the private room.”

You nodded, picking up the mask and putting it back on your face, concealing your identity again. You followed her from the room and to a bathroom, a sealed toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste on the sink. You used the bathroom quickly, brushing your teeth and checking your eyeliner, before slipping the mask back down over your eyes and stepping back into the hallway. 

She led you into an elevator and then down a hallway, stopping in front of a closed door before turning to you. “You’re not obligated to do anything you don’t want to do. There are condoms, and there is lube in the top drawer of the table next to the bed. If you feel unsafe or uncomfortable for any reason, there will be a guard outside the door to keep watch, and you can get their attention if you need help, just in case.”

Suddenly nervous, you nodded again.

“I know this guy, though, and he’s a good man. You don’t have anything to worry about. When you’re done, the guard will bring you back downstairs so you can collect your pay and your things, okay?” She offered you a calming smile. “Have fun!”

You didn’t say anything, offering her a weak smile in return before turning your attention to the door. Your palms were sweaty as you reached out to grasp the handle, pushing it open. Taking a deep breath, you walked inside and closed it behind you.

When your eyes met with the amethyst ones on the other side of the room, your heart stopped.

“Uh, hi.” He stepped forward, his hands in his pockets. You took in the way he bit down on his bottom lip, eyes traveling down over the black button-up shirt he was wearing, the sleeves rolled up to the elbow, the glint of the watch on his wrist in the table lamp light spilling across the hotel room.

It was him, the object of your every desire, and he was standing there looking at you nervously, his hair sticking up attractively as usual.

“Black coffee, double shot espresso, blueberry muffin.” You said dumbly, your mouth moving before your brain could process what you were saying.

“I...what? How do you know my breakfast order?” His eyebrows furrowed, confused. 

Pulling off your mask, you shook out your hair and stared at him, not sure what else to say. You felt completely out of your depth, and it was taking everything in you not to throw yourself forward and kiss him.

“Holy shit.” Letting out a breath, he started moving toward you again. “It’s you.”

When he stopped moving, he was so close that you had to tilt your head back to look up at him. You couldn’t believe your luck. Remembering what the girl had told you, you shivered. When you’d heard that low voice through the wall, you’d thought of him, but to know that it actually was him was a whole different thing. “I didn’t know you were a hero.”

Your eyes slid closed when you felt him touch the side of your face and push back a piece of your hair, his fingers leaving a warm trail in their wake. “Yeah, underground, but yeah.” Clearing his throat, he continued. “I didn’t know you did-”

“I don’t!” Your eyes flew open in alarm. “I mean, not usually. Just needed some extra money to get caught up on student loans…” You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment, your gaze falling to the floor. “This is my first time doing something like this.”

“Me too.” His fingers on your chin lifted your face to look back up at him. “I didn’t want it to be like this...I wanted to ask you out properly.”

Gazing up at him in disbelief, you stuttered. “I...you did?”

It was his turn to blush. “Yeah, I was just trying to figure out what to say.” His hand dropped to curl around your hip. “But now we’re here…”

Feeling bold, knowing he wanted you just as much as you wanted him, you let your hands rest on his chest, the feeling of solid muscle beneath it, causing you to shiver. “Yeah, we are. So what do we do now?”

“I can think of a few things.” The smirk that made your knees weak was back on his face. “Like this, maybe.”

Your breath caught when he leaned forward, your eyes closing when his lips met yours. It was a hesitant press at first, sweet and soft, making your heartbeat quicken with anticipation. Breathing deeply through your nose, you let your fingers tangle in his lavender locks, pushing yourself closer and kissing him harder. You’d wanted this for so long, and you weren’t going to let this moment go to waste.

He hummed lowly, both hands on your waist holding you close to him, his tongue slipping out to trace along your lips. You parted them, allowing him entrance and shivering when he licked into your mouth. Sighing, you arched into him, feeling his palms slide down to grab your ass.

Pulling back, the both of you panted, your eyes sliding open to gaze up at him. Swallowing thickly, you licked your lips. “This is all happening so fast.” You said slowly. “I don’t even know your name.” 

Smirking, he bent slightly, his hands slipping behind your thighs and lifting you quickly. “It’s Shinsou.” He turned and walked towards the bed, dropping you unceremoniously onto the mattress. “And yours is Y/N, right? I remember it from your nametag.”

You nodded, half distracted watching him pull your skirt down your legs, his fingers toying with the waistband of your panties. Sitting up, you began unbuttoning his shirt, sighing when you felt his lips on your neck.

“I know this is sudden, but you don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.” He mumbled against your skin. “And knowing that you were the one who sucked my cock through that wall makes me regret not doing something sooner.”

“I was pretending it was you.” Finishing with the buttons, you untucked the shirt from his pants and worked on pulling it down his arms. “I heard you moan, and I thought it sounded like you, and I just let my mind wander a little…”

Chuckling, he pulled back, shrugging his shirt off and lifting his undershirt over his head. Your hands went to his chest immediately, tracing lines over the hard muscles and up over his shoulders.

“Do you think about me often?”

Blushing, you sat back, pulling your top over your head. “More often than I’d like to admit.”

He reached behind you, his fingers fumbling with the clasp of your bra. “It sounds like we’ve been wasting too much time. We could have been doing this a long time ago.” He tossed the offending garment somewhere behind him, looming over you when you laid back. “Guess I should make up for it now, huh?”

Before you could answer, he was kissing you again, one hand wandering down your side, his other arm bent and keeping him from crushing you under his weight. His mouth moved to kiss along your jaw and down your neck, your chest heaving as he nibbled on your clavicle, his warm tongue laving at your skin. 

Your breath hitched as he moved lower, trailing kisses over your breast, his mouth latching around your nipple and sucking at it, teeth scraping over the hardening bud. “Shinsou…” You trailed off, breathless and panting, your eyes fluttering shut as your hands found his hair, digits curling into his purple locks and nails scratching at his scalp.

He must have enjoyed the feeling, a low moan rumbling from his chest as he switched to your other breast, giving it the same attention. His fingers dug into your hip, keeping you still as you attempted to wiggle in his hold, needing some kind of friction for the throbbing between your thighs. 

“Impatient, are we?” He asked lowly, kissing down your stomach and sliding down the bed some more. “Don’t worry, kitten. I’m going to take care of you.”

You whimpered at the nickname, closing your eyes when you felt his fingers slide under the elastic around your waist, tugging your panties down your legs. Warm breath ghosted over your inner thighs when he spread your legs to rest between them, his thumbs drawing comforting circles across your flesh.

“You gave me the best blow job of my life. It only seems fair for me to return the favor.” His thumbs moved to spread you open, his tongue sliding along your slit without warning.

Your hips left the bed, your head rolling as your back arched, your body unprepared. “Shinsou! Fuck!” His hands held you down as he descended on you, tongue laving greedily at your cunt, slurping up your juices and sucking on your clit with abandon.

“God, you were so wet already, how turned on were you? You must have been thinking about me pretty hard down there in that little room.” A kiss was pressed to your thigh as he caught his breath. “Why don’t you tell me what you were imagining, hmm?”

Opening your mouth to reply, all you could manage was a low moan when he dove back in, his tongue circling your entrance before traveling back up to your clit again. 

“Answer me, kitten.”

Sucking in a breath, the vibrations from his voice shooting straight through you, making it hard to think, you tried to answer again. “Thought about you bending me over the counter in the coffee shop…”

He hummed, and your eyes rolled back, body tensing when he let one of his hands move down lower, one finger sliding inside you. “I’ve thought about that too.”

“Shinsou, please. I want you to fuck me.” You felt pathetic, practically begging him, months of pent up longing for the man between your thighs finally spilling forth as he sucked on your clit and stretched you with a second finger. “I want you to fill me up.”

Groaning, you felt his teeth graze against you, his fingers curling, the squelching sound filling the room a testament to how wet you were as he pressed against your g spot, adding another digit. “Fuck, you want it that badly?”

You shivered, your legs aching, and your toes curling. You couldn’t even form a sentence if you wanted to, the coil in your belly tightening with every caress of his tongue along your pussy. The feeling of his long, calloused fingers stroking along your inner walls and the vibrations of his moans when you tensed around them made it hard to focus. You barely registered his hips moving against the bed in time with the thrust of his fingers, obviously just as into it as you were.

“Come for me, kitten, and I’ll give you what you want.” He moaned, the tip of his tongue flicking quickly over your clit again.

The tone of his voice, rough and full of lust, was enough to push you over the edge. You came with a cry, head thrown back against the pillows, vision whiting out at the intensity of your orgasm. 

Shinsou groaned as he coaxed you through your release, pulling back only when he felt you go boneless beneath him. You gazed at him through half-lidded eyes, trying to pull air into your lungs, watching as he sat back and wiped his mouth on his arm. “You okay, kitten?”

You managed to nod, watching as he shuffled off the bed and over to the table beside it, opening the top drawer and pulling a condom out. Sitting up on your elbows, you licked your lips, anticipating what was about to happen. Everything was moving quickly, but you’d been dreaming about sharing these intimate moments with him for so long that you couldn’t be bothered with worrying about what would happen tomorrow.

He made quick work of his belt, his pants falling around his narrow waist as he unbuttoned them, revealing purple boxers that matched his hair. He caught you watching, raising his eyebrow as he toyed with the elastic band on his boxer briefs. “See something you like?”

Teasing him, you grinned. “I told you, I've been thinking about this for a while.” You couldn’t help ogling him. You would have never guessed his body would look this way beneath the oversized t-shirts he usually wore when he came into your job every morning.

He laughed at your blatant staring, biting his lip. “You did mention that.” He shook his hips to tease you as he pulled down his pants and boxers, making you giggle. You liked how he could make you feel comfortable, and insanely turned on at the same time. 

Crawling up the bed, he settled in between your legs on his knees, his large hand moving to stroke his cock. He picked up the condom, ripped the foil packet, and rolled it onto his length. He gripped your thighs, leaning forward to press his forehead against yours. “You ready?”

Tilting your chin up, you kissed him, your fingers tangling in his hair. You could taste yourself on his lips, feel his heart beating when you let your other hand rest against his chest. You were more than ready to let this man wreck you. “I’m ready.”

He dropped his head to your shoulder as he positioned himself and pushed his hips forward, groaning as he entered you. The stretch was just on the edge of painful, and you tried to stifle your cry as you tucked your face into the space between his neck and shoulder, your nails digging into the skin of his back as you arched up off the mattress.

“Fuck…”He breathed, pulling out and pushing back in further. “You’re so tight.”

Uncurling to lay back against the pillows, your hands moved to wrap around his biceps, his arms caging you in on either side as he moved in and out of you slowly, giving you time to adjust to his size. You weren’t sure you’d ever been with someone as big as he was, and as the burning sensation of the stretch slowly turned to pleasure, you felt like you’d been missing out.

He finally paused when he was fully seated inside you, his lips pressing against the skin of your shoulder, and then up your neck and jaw until he was able to look into your eyes. You briefly thought about how bizarre the entire situation was, how you’d been pining after this guy you were too afraid to speak to, and now he was balls deep inside you in a lavish hotel room where he was paying to fuck you. At least he had confessed he was actually interested in you outside of all of this, so maybe that meant you had a shot at something with him. You didn’t really want to think about the money portion of it all because that was too much to unpack at that very moment, deciding instead to focus on how he was looking at you reverently, and he was not moving. “Shinsou, you gotta move, please. I’m-”

Lips curling up into a smirk, he kissed you. “I’ve got you, kitten, don’t worry.” His arm moved from your side, his hand curling around your thigh and lifted your leg slightly, and then he was pulling back and slamming his hips forward.

Your hips rose off the bed to meet him, pleasure coursing through you as he started a brutal pace, each thrust making your toes curl and your eyes roll back. You managed to wrap your legs around his waist, urging him closer as he leaned over and grabbed the ornate headboard of the bed above you, using it for leverage as he rammed his cock into you over and over again.

“God, fuck, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to-” He broke off, grunting when you clenched around him. “You’re so wet for me, kitten. I could fuck you like this all night. Would you like that?”

At that moment, it sounded like the single greatest idea you’d ever heard. “Shinsou, don’t stop!” 

Growling, he picked up the pace, letting go of the headboard to grab your legs, folding them between your bodies. The angle let him slide in deeper, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. You felt so full, the scent of his cologne surrounding you, the sound of his low moans and panting breaths echoing through the room. You keened, your fingers white-knuckling the sheets beside you, concentrating on the building pressure in your lower belly.

Every muscle in your legs was screaming, pleading gibberish spilling from your lips as you begged him to keep going, climbing higher and higher as he fucked you into the mattress. He sat back on his knees, positioning your legs over his shoulders and leaning forward again, kissing you to quiet your babbling. You couldn’t get enough of the taste, your fingers weaving through his drooping hair, delirious and consumed by him at that moment. He trailed his lips down to your chest, mouth closing around your nipple and sucking hard, scraping it with his teeth and soothing with his tongue. You barely registered his hand moving, his deft fingers finding your clit in between your sweat-slicked bodies, rubbing harsh circles over it. “Come on, kitten. I want to feel you come apart around me.”

Warm breath over your sensitive chest had you mewling, your back arching, your body pulled taught and finally snapping, cries of his name repeated like a prayer as you fell over the edge, drowning in ecstasy.

The moan that left him was just short of animalistic as he moved back, hips slamming against yours again and again as he chased his high, your pussy fluttering around him, gripping him and sucking him back in every time he drew back. “So fucking good for me, kitten.”

His rhythm became uneven, his grip on you loosening, hips slowing as he came. You watched the way his brow creased, his abs tightening as he unloaded into the condom. You found yourself half wishing he was cumming inside you, so fucked out that rational thought was off the table. He ground against you one last time until he was slumping forward, your legs falling off his shoulders and to the side. 

You hummed, petting his hair back from his forehead. You felt him smile against your skin, his nose brushing your cheek as he tried to catch his breath.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” You cleared your throat, your voice raw. “I’m good. Really good.”

Chuckling, he kissed your cheek, huffing as he lifted himself off of you. He pulled off the condom and tied it before shuffling off the bed and pulling on his boxers, wandering off in the direction of what you assumed was the bathroom. 

You took that moment to assess how weak your legs felt, cursing your choice of footwear, and wondering how you were going to walk. Shinsou appeared again a moment later, a wet washcloth in his hand. You let him clean you up, blushing but appreciating his kindness.

When he was satisfied, you took a deep breath and sat up, moving slowly as you stood up on shaky legs, gathering your clothes and redressing yourself. You suddenly felt awkward, not sure what to say or do. Did he want to see you again?

“Do you have work tomorrow?” He asked, breaking the awkward silence. 

Blinking up at him, you shook your head. “I’m off on the weekends. I’ll be in on Monday morning.”

Scratching the back of his neck nervously, he nodded. “I...good. Okay. I’ll see you then, right?”

“Unless you’re going to go somewhere else for your coffee, then yes, you’ll see me.” You frowned. “Did you not want to-”

“No! Oh god, I’m making a mess of things, aren’t I? I just mean I was worried you wouldn’t want me to come-” He groaned. “I feel like I’m making this more awkward than it needs to be.”

“You said it, not me.” You teased. “I’ll see you Monday, and we can talk then, okay?”

“I’d ask for your number, but neither of us has our phone.” He stepped forward, tipping your chin so you could gaze up at him. His lips pressing against yours sent a shiver down your spine again. “I’ll see you Monday.”

You barely remembered leaving the room or following the guard down to where your things were locked up, or the amount of the check you received before you left. 

All that was on your mind were sleepy amethyst eyes and lips curled into a knowing smirk, soft smiles, and urgent kisses, the way his voice sounded when he called you kitten.

[babbushka]

Because we’ve been talking about it and because it’s a favorite mood, how about some agressive, possessive, scary Flip busting the heads of some deserving creeps for sinday? If you feel like it of course! Angry/winding down smut is always fun if you’re in the mood too! 💗

Anonymous said: Omg from the kink list can you please write something with Flip and the following kinks? Or any of them? Possessive. Marking. Size kink. Public sex. I’m excited for sinday! Thank you for hosting it! 🖤

(2.3k, Young!Flip & his girl and just dating in this ficlet! cw: mentioned harassment, graphic descriptions of violence. NSFW: possessive behavior, marking, PIV) 

Rain pours down hard and heavy on the roof of the CSPD, as Flip and Jimmy hang around the station late at night. They’re rookies, so they get the worst fuckin’ shifts, but at the very least things aren’t too busy at an hour like this. Their shift is just about over as a matter of fact, they even changed out of their uniforms and are about to walk out of the station when the phone rings.

Officially off duty, Flip and Jimmy play around for a couple seconds debating between the two of them who is going to pick up, and on the fourth ring, Flip answers it with a tired, “Officer Zimmerman speaking.”

He isn’t too sure what he’s expecting, but hearing the cold shiver of your voice shuddering through the phone sure as shit isn’t it.

“Flip? Honey it’s me – can you come get me?” You sound terrified, and cold, and scared – and Flip’s blood freezes in his veins.

Jimmy can sense something is wrong too, just from the way Flip goes deathly still, listening to the surroundings and trying to make out where you’re calling him from. The rain sounds so loud, he knows you’re not at home.

“What’s the matter? Where are you?” He demands, suddenly frantic, rushing around to grab everything he needs to get the fuck out of there and get over to you.

“At the payphone on the corner of Johnson and 8th. Please can you just come get me?” You sniffle, and Flip sees spots, rage blinding him.

“Stay right there, you hear me? Don’t leave, Jimmy is going to stay on the line with you.” He doesn’t say anything to his friend, just shoves the phone into his hand and races to his car.

It takes less than five minutes for him to speed through the nearly empty streets, holding his breath along the way. His thumbs rap against the steering wheel anxiously, conjuring up all sorts of horrifying things that could’ve happened to you. When he pulls to the curb on the corner of Johnson and 8th, and sees you cold and alone in that little payphone, he tries his best not to scream.

You race to the side of his car and get settled in the passenger seat, letting out a breath that you had been holding too as you cry a little into your hands.

“What happened?” Flip asks, voice moving too quick, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m okay I – ”

“Who did what to you?” He demands, making sure you’re buckled in sweetly and kissing you on the cheek, cranking the heat so the cold doesn’t settle into your wet clothes.

Flip peals out onto the pavement again, practically flooring it, not even really knowing where he’s taking you, just wanting to take you somewhere safe.

“You know the fella that lives across the street? Tommy? The nice fella who always helped cut the lawn?” You hiccup.

“Yeah?” Flip’s jaw is clenched so tight he’s sure it’s going to snap, white-knuckle grip on the wheel.

“I was walking home from the store and he pulled up and asked if I wanted a ride, because it’s late and was about to rain.” Your voice wobbles around the story, and somewhere in the back of his head, Flip is relieved that you’re yourself enough to tell a whole story. You never did get straight to the point, it’s one of the things he loved about you.

“Yeah?” He encourages anyway, letting the sound of your voice, wobbly though it may be, soothe his frazzled nerves.

“So I said yes but then he started to touch me and I said to stop, he didn’t stop, he grabbed me so I hit him and he hit me back and then he pushed me out of the car.” Your voice cracks on that, and there go Flip’s nerves.

Like he’s gunning for the coca-cola 500, Flip tears through the streets and blows through every red light, keeping one hand in yours the whole time. It isn’t long before he pulls up to your neighborhood, your house just a few blocks away from his own. The porchlight is off, meaning your parents aren’t home yet.

Across the street, Tommy’s porchlight is on.

“Ketsl why don’t you go inside, wash those tears off your face.” Flip says, his voice dangerously calm.

“’Kay. Love you.” You kiss his cheek, the tears mostly stopped.

“Love you too, I’ll be right in.” He taps the underside of your chin with his finger, and waits for you to get all the way inside your house, door closed behind you, before he gets out of his car.

Hidden in the glove-compartment is a small pistol, not one that’s issued by the CSPD or anything, just a small something that he bought a couple years ago just in case of an emergency. He doesn’t think twice about taking it and sticking it in the waistband of his trousers, and walks across the street in the pouring rain, to Tommy’s house.

Flip had been dating you for a couple months now, and he’s picked you up and dropped you off more times than he could count. He recognizes Tommy’s car in the driveway, and is glad that it’s the only one there, as he cracks the joints in his neck and rings the doorbell.

A moment or two goes by before the shitbag himself answers, his perfectly parted blonde hair backlit by the overhead light behind him. Flip also happens to notice the black-eye he’s sporting, and knows that must have been from you.

Tommy eyes Flip up and down, recognizing him too.

“What the fuck do you want – ow! Hey! Fuck!” Tommy doesn’t get very far before Flip has pulled out the gun from his waist, and cracks him across the face with it.

On the first hit, Tommy crumples to the ground, hands up, defensive, trying to shield his face, but Flip doesn’t let up. He pistol whips this sonofabitch again and again and again, until his blood is spraying all across Flip’s knuckles, until his nose crunches under the force of Flip’s beating.

The sound of metal hitting skull and rain hitting pavement fills Flip’s ears, and he gives Tommy a harsh kick to the gut for good measure. The man’s perfectly parted hair is now soaked with water from the front step, water that washes away his blood.

Flip grabs him by the shirt collar and holds him level with his own face, looking him straight in the eye and threatening – no, promising, “I swear on my fucking mother if you ever touch her again you’re dead.”  

With that, he drops Tommy, and the man scrambles back inside, shutting the door to nurse his wounds in private. Flip licks across his teeth, and lets out a deep breath, feeling good. Flip walks across the street once again, back to your house.

You’re waiting there, at the door, just on the other side of the screen, moonlight reflecting in your eyes.

“Can I come in?” Flip asks softly, “Or do you want to be alone?”

“Please stay with me.” Your answer is immediate, and it fills Flip with relief. He doesn’t ever want to do anything that would scare you or make you uncomfortable, and he’s just now realizing that this is the first time he’s ever gotten into a fight in front of you. He doesn’t know how you’ll react, and he’s worried, worried that you might think he’s no good for you now.

You open the door wider for him, and he slips inside where it’s nice and warm, the familiar surroundings of your living room calming him down.

“Did you see…?” He gestures with his thumb behind him.

“I saw.” You nod, standing in the living room with your arms wrapped around yourself.

“Are you angry?” Flip tries not to sound too afraid of the idea, but still, the fear is there.

“Are you kidding?” You frown, shaking your head at once, and then letting out a bit of an unexpected laugh, “To tell you the truth…seeing you so strong and protective like that? It turned me on.”

Oh…oh! Flip hadn’t thought of that as a possibility until you say it, and suddenly all his fears have vanished.  He looks at you, and you look at him, and then you’re smiling real wide, despite it all.

“Yeah?” Flip takes a step towards you, and then another step, until you meet him and close the distance between your bodies with your arms thrown around his neck, your mouth crashing onto his.

Immediately, Flip shucks off his jacket and begins trying to peel you out of your clothing, which is real fucking difficult because everything is so wet. You kiss him, tongues sliding against one another, lips sucking and biting at one another as you pant pant pant, lust and love and possessive desire curling around in Flip’s bones.

“Take me to your room?” Flip asks, and you nod, half dressed and leading him up the stairs.

By the time you get up there, you’re naked and Flip’s not too far behind. You bring him to the bed eagerly, desperately, falling backwards onto the mattress with a big smile, the kind of smile that makes Flip just have to kiss you – so he does.

“Fuck me,” You moan, shuffling underneath him and spreading your legs for him, Flip fitting perfectly in the space between them, “Please?”

He’d never say no to you, not to his girl, so he pushes a few fingers into your pussy to see if you’re stretched enough to take him, and though it’ll be a tight fit, he doesn’t want to waste any more time. So, slowly, he pushes the head of his cock through your folds and feels your body swallow him down, cunt clenching and fluttering as he rocks himself deeper deeper deeper into you.

“Shit,” Flip groans, the hot tight wet clutch of your cunt making him almost drool, as he begins to build up a thrusting rhythm, “Shit you’re so good.”

You laugh at that, one of your legs winding around his hips, the ball of your foot digging into his lower back and keeping him there. You kiss him as he fucks you, something sturdy and steady – just like him.

Flip sucks marks into your flesh, all across your shoulders, your chest, even one onto your neck. He marks you up, a possessive clingy sort of desperate energy. The world is going to know you’re cared for, taken care of, and that he’s the man that’s doing the best fucking job at it. It makes Flip’s blood fucking boil thinking about creeps like Tommy, creeps who think they can push you around or ignore your wishes, disrespecting you. Flip stakes his claim on you, but only because you’ve told him he can. You told him, and he wants the world to know it.

“A little faster? Just a – yes! Yes just like that!” You encourage him, “God that’s good Flip, you fuck me so well.”

The praise goes straight to his cock, throbbing and aching inside of you. Flip continues to carry his markings down onto your chest, licking and sucking at your nipples, burying his face in the cleavage there to bite and kiss at your skin. He breathes you in and fucks you deep, his hips pushing you up up up the mattress with the effort, the strength of it.

“Can I come in you?” Flip asks, panting and groaning and grunting against your lips, watching as bruises begin to bloom under your flesh.

“Yes!” You shout, eager and so in love, and that’s what does it for him.

“Shit – ” He groans low in his throat as he crosses over the edge, orgasm washing over him as he comes and comes inside the heat of your cunt.

You’re not far behind, because Flip doesn’t let up even though he’s come, he wants to take you there too.

A moment or two later you’re following after him, yoru body tensing up before melting beneath him, your leg sliding off from around his hip, a big moaning sigh pouring out of your mouth.

“I’m proud of you, you know.” Flip says afterwards, clutching you to his chest. He’s got a cigarette lit and is smoking it to calm himself down, but he takes it out from between his lips for a little while to press kisses to the top of your head.

“What for?” You’re tired, orgasm lulling you into a post-glow sleep, which is probably for the best considering the clock is about to chime two.

“For hitting him. I saw the shiner you gave him.” He rubs a soothing hand up and down your arm, and you snuggle further against him with a little sigh.

“Are you going to get in trouble with work?” You whisper nervously, something that Flip hadn’t even thought about until just that moment.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. All that matters now is that you’re safe.” He dismisses that fear, and you just nod.

He thinks you’ve gone to sleep, and shuts his eyes against the dark too. He lets out a sigh of his own, pinches out the cigarette and tugs the covers up over your shoulder so you don’t get cold.

“Flip?” You mumble, voice small from being so tired.

“Yeah honey-bunny?” Flip whispers, hugging you to his chest.

“Thank you.” You whisper back, pressing a kiss to the strong pec you’re not using as a pillow, and he smiles, reassuring you now and always that he’d do:

“Anything for my girl.”

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lavender latte x (no longer canon)

NOTE: Chapters X and XI are not longer considered canon in Lavender Latte. 

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(M (for now!) 

hawks | takami keigo x reader

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word count: ~4.4k

beta’ed: @hawnks​ (thank u!!! 💗)

the softness after the storm

warnings: reference to the panic attacks/dissociation of the last few chapters, fragile reader, mostly fluff. so much fluff. nesting too.

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hello <3 ll is alive and well to the point where... i made another mega chapter that i had to split, so here’s the first chunk! just lots of softness, hurt/comfort and fluff. both of u need it. we all need it right now. find some comfort if u can loves 💗

(psst-- thank you all for sticking around for this series, i adore you all with my whole heart!!!!!!) 

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After all of the noise and pain of the morning, Keigo and you stayed twisted in each other for a long time.

You both needed it, the softness and heat of the other.

You clung onto him, taking in big gulps of his smell and presence as he tethered you to earth purely by breathing and living.

 You were precious to Keigo, more than anything.

As tender as the time together was, he couldn’t forget that what preceded it was not only traumatic but induced by trauma. 

It worried him, to his core. 

That protective flare quieted, somewhat, but never truly went away. Keeping you in his arms, whispering new ‘I love you’s and being able to comfort you certainly helped, but he knew he’d need to examine that part of himself more thoroughly. 

It was new, strong, and ran deep.

His mental musings dissolved when you trembled particularly hard in his arms, his gut twisting.

He placed a few slow, kind kisses where he could reach, rubbing his fingers into the tension in the fat above your hips, “You’re okay, (Y/N), we’re safe.”

“A-are you sure?” You asked softly, again, trying to tug Keigo closer.

He nodded, nuzzling into your hair, “I promise.”

It worried him, how much reassurance you were asking for. He gave it freely, of course, as it was not only the truth, but feeling some of the tension drain from your body with his words felt good.

He knew you just needed to feel grounded. 

“I love you,” You barely looked up at him, eyes shining.

His heart ached as he gently pulled you closer, pressing his lips to yours.

It wasn’t a chaste kiss, something deeper, like those you had been sharing all day as you both unwound. 

You grabbed at his face, stuttering breaths into his mouth as he gathered you up by your waist.

“I love you too, dove. So much,” Keigo spoke between kisses, hands dipping just below your waistband, only to massage at any tension he could find. “I’ve gotcha’.”

You stifle something like a sob, cuddling back into him, your light trembling somewhat dulled.

 It felt good to say ‘love you’s to Keigo.

But, physically?

You felt like shit

Your hand and leg ached. The adrenaline lingered in your system, making your body shake out of your control and sleep impossible to reach, as exhausted as you were. That wasn’t even to mention the headache you had from crying for so long and the lack of food and caffeine in your body. 

Keigo smoothed a hand over your back, setting it at the base of your skull, “How are you feeling?”

“Gross,” You mumbled, keeping your eyes shut and mentally blessing the darkness Keigo provided. “Sort of awful.” 

“I can imagine,” Keigo squeezed your sides. “Do you want some water?”

“S-sure.”

Keigo immediately helped you sit up against your headboard, a fresh bottle of water pressed into your hand. You appreciated that it wasn’t glass, just an old plastic one you’d had hidden away in a cupboard.

You sipped greedily, the water feeling far too cold in your stomach. You frowned.

“I think I need to eat, even if I don’t feel like I need to,” You said quietly, folding your hands in your lap. 

“Would you like me to help with that?” Keigo asked softly.

You nodded.

Keigo hummed again, something low and sweet that made your eyes go half-lidded as you leaned against him.

“How about this?” He tapped the top of the water bottle. “I’m still stuck in my hero uniform, so I can run home and grab a change of clothes, sleepover stuff, some food, and whatever else you need and then we camp out for the rest of the day?”

The thought of being able to nest with Keigo for the rest of the day was heavenly. 

“You want to stay the night?” You asked, confirming, flickering your gaze up nervously.

Despite the dulling of it all, it was obvious you were still frayed.

It broke Keigo’s heart.

“Of course,” Keigo beamed you the best smile he could, pressing his lips to your forehead. “I’ll hold you all night, keep you safe, dove, the whole bit.”

You didn’t reply, not verbally. All you could do was sag in his arms, nodding and pressing small kisses to his covered collar bones.

“Can you stay a little longer now?” You sniffled, curling around him. “Just a little.”

His chest ached with how fragile you sounded. 

“However long you need, dove, promise,” Keigo pulled you close, into his lap and wrapped what he could of his wings and feathers around your shoulders. 

...

Keigo departed an hour or so later, sometime near noon. He helped you into the living room, draping a blanket over your shoulders and putting the plushie into your arms.

He knelt in front of you, squeezing your hands, “I won’t be long, promise.”

You bit your lip, nodding.

“Can I ask something?”

“Anything, dove.”

“Can I have one of your feathers, while you’re gone?”

Keigo’s heart panged so hard in his chest, it felt like a bell toll vibrating to the tips of his fingers. 

A few of his plumes fell into and around your lap, softened and rippling. 

“Of course, dove, bare minimum,” He pressed a few kisses to your knuckles. “I’ll be back soon, okay?”

You were already sinking into the cushions of the couch, eyes tired and wide, “Thank you, Keigo. I love you.

“I love you too, angel.”

He kissed your forehead before taking off from your balcony.

...

You were so tired. 

Quickly, you fell onto the couch, eyes half-lidded, but your body was still too restless for sleep.

You felt like human vibration, sticky and wrong. As much as the anxiety of the earlier day had died down, you still shook with the physical and mental aftershocks of it all.

It made you that much more thankful that Keigo was staying.

You were self-aware enough to be coming to terms with that you needed a fucking therapist. 

Not that that was a bad thing, but you felt a little dumb for not thinking about it sooner. As soothing as Keigo’s kindness was, you knew it wasn’t a cure. All the aches ran too deeply and personally for that. 

The thought was shoved off, the lingers of the trauma-spiral making your brain spin again.

You winced, curling around the plushie and Keigo’s lingering feathers. 

Still raw.

You shuddered, cursing that you still hadn’t stopped shaking, hadn’t stopped flinching— 

It’s not that easy, you reminded yourself.

You made a mental note to thank Keigo profusely for dealing with you in such a fragile state.

 Keigo had flown back to his penthouse, shucking off his uniform in favor of a pair of joggers and a loose, cropped sweater. His wings stretched up and out from the specially-made slits, still sparse from the day prior. Notably, taking a day off was probably a good thing for himself. He could still feel the aches of his own exhaustion, worse than its normal perpetual throb, from his recent healing.

 As he gathered his things around the penthouse, he was acutely aware of you and your physical state from the feathers he left behind. Considering he was practically on the other side of the city, the sensations were fairly dull, but undeniably there. 

The flutter of your heart and the shaking of your body were unmistakable and unavoidable. 

Keigo remained on edge, jaw set. There was a constant flood of newly unsuppressed feelings around you that he genuinely didn’t know what to fucking do with.

Mainly, the big, lurking need to protect you.

It wasn’t like his instinct to fix up the world and save civilians with a smile on his face. All of that was different, ultimately rooted in his primary goal of allowing himself rest— 

No, around you, it was the deep, carnal need to keep you safe.

Hence why the shuddering of your limbs against the faraway feathers was so hard to ignore. 

Despite how much Keigo wanted to call you, check-in despite the fact he’d been gone for maybe twenty, he took a moment to collect himself.

Carefully, Keigo took some pointed breaths, wings and shoulders sagging.

He could only do so much.

He knew enough about hurt and pain to understand that he couldn’t stitch you up, no, that was a terrible idea. Sometimes you just had to hurt before you could feel better.

Keigo made a mental point to stay with you through it all, to try and support and comfort you where he could, like he had been. 

It satisfied enough of that instinct that he could’ve purred.

He grabbed his phone, sending off a text before flying from his balcony once more.

 [birdboy <3]: hey angel ;^) i’m gonna pick u up some surprises

[birdboy <3]: good stuff

[birdboy <3]: i’ll be back very soon

[birdboy <3]: love u!! <3!!

 You smiled at the texts, taking a shaking breath and burrowing deeper. You sent off your own I love you, antsy with your lack of him. Ultimately, you wanted Keigo to be back soon, but being alone for a little while was probably good.

It allowed you some precious moments of self-soothing.

You were fine, you reminded yourself. Nothing in your apartment was harmful. You were safe, despite the adrenaline and remnants of fear.

Now was the time for rest.

You pushed off the couch, grabbing your crutches and started to make a plan. 

It wasn’t a difficult one, mainly scrutinizing the layout of your bedroom in conjunction to the size of your TV. 

Making your way to the kitchen was difficult, some fear still boiling in you as you approached.

You sighed in relief when you noticed the spotless sink and counters. 

Keigo must’ve cleaned up.

You reminded yourself aloud to thank him later.

Shuffling to a nook in the counter, you grabbed a small metal tin, two mugs, and two tea strainers. The tea blend you’d grabbed was one you’d been reaching for often enough that you’d started to just keep it at an arm's reach.

You popped the lid, sucking down the floral fragrance with a sigh.

Shaky as you were, you could do this much.

You gave yourself a little smile and got to work. 

 Keigo was busy as well, dashing around town to gather what he could.

He didn’t tend to... shop. Most of those needs were met with delivery services and online ordering as it tended to be so much easier than being the number two pro hero out in public and trying to be ‘casual’ with two massive pairs of red wings.

It was slightly better, consider how they were still plucked from the day prior. 

He flew from store to store, trying his best to be quick at dodging his fans, repeating that he was having a ‘self-care day’ in the wake of getting so beat up. 

It wasn’t really a lie.

His final stop, feathers towing a few bags behind him, was picking up one of your comfort foods, a smile growing on his face.

Keigo knew that all he was doing wouldn’t make you feel better in the way that a few fragments of him wanted it to. Part of him wanted to save you— 

But that’s not how people work.

And he knew that.

Instead, he’d just be there.

That felt far better than agonizing about wounds too deep for even you, their bearer, to fully perceive. 

Keigo shook his head as he neared your apartment once more, your sounds and movements becoming stronger against the feathers he’d left behind. 

 You jumped at the clear ‘thump’ echoing from your balcony, but were quickly soothed as the door slid open, revealing a soft-smiling Keigo.

He was on you in an instant.

Carefully, notably.

He was falling onto the couch next to you, a bundle of feathers resituating themselves to his wings as he tugged you into his arms.

Keigo winded his arms around your waist, pulling you as close as he could manage while peppering little kisses on your cheeks. 

As saturated and sticky as your mind was, his firm touch and the feather-light brushing of his lips made your body thrum in a pleasant way. His contact was soothing the fresh burns and you let it.

“I missed you.”

It was a mutual sentiment. 

He squeezed you, tight, a broad wing wrapping around you both.

“What did you end up doing?” You asked, voice soft and filled with a lingering weakness.

Keigo directed you with a glance to the several bags stacked by the door.

“I used a bit of my hero’s paycheck to treat you, a little extra comfort,” Keigo hummed, nosing into your hair. 

“You didn’t have to—” 

Keigo quieted you with a quick kiss, a hand dipping under your shirt to smooth up your spine. 

“Hush, let me spoil you,” His lips quirked up as he spoke. “You deserve it, you know. Not to mention, I’m more than able to.”

He wasn’t wrong. 

You’d subconsciously shoved down the thought, avoiding ogling at Keigo’s obvious wealth. He had to be loaded, money wouldn’t be an issue. 

You thought for a moment, turning over the idea as your anxiety stirred, the ambient quaking of your body picking up. 

“Today has sucked.”

Part of you felt guilt, overwhelmingly. 

Keigo had done so much for you already, physically and emotionally. 

It was a short-lived feeling as you met his gaze.

It made you feel so damn precious.

You’d seen Keigo smile for photos and on billboards, but it was nothing like the ones he gave you. His expression was all that warmth and honey that you loved about him, delivered through the melted-cores of his eyes.

And it clicked.

You said nothing, knowing that the conversation and implication of it all made your heart swell so much, it ached.

“Okay, just this once, okay? And you gotta let me treat you to some tea,” You managed a little smile, something small and sacred that made Keigo’s heart swell.

 Keigo followed you into the kitchen, shuffling to meet your slow pace. Each of your movements was clearly labored, but you didn’t seem as perturbed as he would've thought.

You hit a button on the electric kettle, fiddling with the stem of the pre-prepared mugs. They already had small, metal balls made of mesh, filled with what leaves and flowers. Set nearby was a carton of oat milk and a jar of honey with a homemade label.

Keigo blinked.

“Did... you put this all together while I was gone?”

“I did,” You nodded easily, eyes drifting to the bubbling of the kettle. “It’s the least I could do, you know?”

Keigo’s gut went into knots, a mix of things that were hard to parse through. Mostly, it was that chest tightening mix of worry and syrupy adoration that he wanted to drown in. 

Carefully, yet firmly as he could, he tugged your close by the waist, burying his nose in your hair, “You’re too good.”

“Says you,” You reminded him. “You’re the one who’s been doing the heavy lifting today, birdboy.”

Keigo gently scoffed against your crown, “‘Heavy lifting’? Bare minimum, as far as I know. I like being here and helping you, you know.”

You paused.

“You... do?”

Your words were punctuated by the click of the kettle turning off, the bubble of boiling water slowly dying off. 

“Of course,” Keigo replied after a moment of quiet, keeping himself soft. “Is that a... bad thing?”

 You reminded yourself that he was new to all of this 

“N-no, not at all,” You pressed into him, tighter, closer, ignoring the idle kettle in favor of giving Keigo some much-needed comfort. “It feels nice.”

Some of the tension drained from Keigo as his wings shifted behind him. 

“Good,” He dropped yet another kiss into your hair. “It... feels nice. Knowing you’re safe.”

“S-Same,” You stuttered, frowning into Keigo’s chest. “Are you alright, Keigo?”

 Your words startled him into silence for a moment. 

“I’m not bad if that’s what you’re asking— “

“Deflecting again, are we?” 

You managed him a cheeky smile, pulling back to nudge your nose into the stubble at his chin.

“I’m... really grateful you were here today, and are gonna be here,” You squeezed him tighter, hands resting at the base of his wings. “But, you’ve had a pretty tough last twenty-four hours too, you know?”

You weren’t wrong.

“It’s a part of the job, I’ll be alright,” Keigo tried to shush you, but you weren’t having any of it.

You cupped his cheeks in your palms, giving him a little frown, “Keigo, I love you.”

The new words got his heart stuttering in his chest. 

“I’m kind of fucked up right now, but I’m still here, okay? For whatever you need.” You reminded him, gracing him with a chaste kiss as punctuation. 

Part of Keigo wanted to tug you closer, slip his hands under your shirt and express how much he loved you, but he knew better.

There needed to be a moment of reprieve.

“Thank you, dove,” Keigo wasn’t sure how to fully accept your kindness, but with the smell of earthy flowers wafting and your small smile shining all for him, he was excited to try. 

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 The rest of the day was a testament to softness.

Keigo had some avian instincts, sure, but the Commission taught him long ago how to suppress the more bothersome traits. One that he had never been able to shake too well was the need to stay bundled up and warm— 

Nesting, as it was labeled.

And you were all for it.

 Keigo adjusted the TV on top of your cleared-off desk, tilting it so it was perfectly viewable from the bed. 

You were half-on your knees, booted foot extended while digging through the bags of softness Keigo had brought.

“These are so fucking good, Keigo!” You held one of the fluffy blankets to your chest before unfurling it. “Absolutely wonderful choices, I have to admit.”

“Happy to please, angel. I grabbed the comfiest ones I could find,” Keigo chuckled, mostly to himself.

He wasn’t the most adept at finding comfort, but he knew a fair amount about surrounding yourself with softness (something he’d been indulging more thoroughly in his private time, after meeting you, of course.) 

Something stirred in his chest as he watched you prop up pillows and arrange blankets over your mattress. With it up against the wall, you were able to create a little... nest of sorts.

Keigo’s’ dick twitched.

Calm down, it’s only a little bit cute— 

You clamored to the edge of your bed, outstretching a hand with a warm smile, “Come on, tailfeathers, I need your body heat.”

“That all?” Keigo’s chest filled with molten heat as he let you tug him down into the softness you’d made. “Just need me for warmth?”

You hummed, pulling at his forearm to topple him over your lap, “Nah, plenty more. Want me to tell you about it?”

His dick twitched again. 

Keigo mused on it, only for a moment. 

“As much as I’d love to hear your reasons,” Keigo braced his arms on either side of your head, ducking to whisper in your ear. “I think you need to rest, hm?”

It was your bloodshot eyes, shaking hands, and tired smile that gave you away. Though it was obvious you were in better spirits, exhausted radiated off of you, even if you managed to banter.

You didn’t put up any fight, only nuzzling into his cheek and trailing your lips near his own, “Maybe you’re right.”

“Just ‘maybe’?” Keigo teased, bearing more of his body weight down onto you. 

You didn’t reply verbally, just tugged him down by the waistband of his joggers. 

“It’s okay,” Keigo said softly, maybe the softest he’d ever spoken, “we’ll just rest.”

“Can you put on something for background noise?” 

“Of course, dove,” Keigo smothered you with kisses, littering your forehead and nose with affections wherever he could reach. 

As you situated yourself, Keigo now the one repositioning the fluffing and blankets around your bed, his mind wandered.

 The amount of vulnerability he showed you was scary, it had been since the beginning. All those subtle glances and remarks that went from weightless flirting to all-out love were new and terrifying.

Yet, Keigo craved it to the point of aching.

As you sipped your tea, nestled between his legs with your back against his chest, that ambient pain was dulled.

 Keigo rested his head against your shoulder, nosing below your ear, “How are you feeling?”

“Sleepy, now, less shaky,” You replied following a heavy, audible gulp. 

It was true, your body had mostly stilled its ambient trembling. 

He couldn’t imagine how tired you were.

He also was having trouble acknowledging how tired he was.

Keigo reached to take a sip of his own tea, the smoothness of the honey, oat milk and lavender washing down the back of his throat. The softness of the drink itself was pushing him closer to acknowledging his own exhaustion.

(That was, of course, part of the reason you prepared such a tea, but you kept yourself smitten with your solely known knowledge.) 

“Can we try napping again?” You asked, pulling him from your thoughts. The heat of your pressed back into him as you nuzzled the side of his face. 

“Of course.”

And so, you nested.

The mugs were set aside, the steam tapering off but still filling the room with aromatics. The lights twinkled dimly, the curtains drawn to keep the afternoon light extinguished. The TV glowed in the corner, moved from your living room to on top of your desk, something ambient and meaningless running to fill the quiet air.

And you held Keigo with all you had.

It took a bit of maneuvering, pillows and plushies being pushed and shoved. Maybe, on a different day, you would’ve been a little self-conscious about all of the softness you were shamelessly surrounding yourself with. 

But, that day? You couldn’t care.

As the shakes subsided, your body craved only rest. Keigo offered it up without and second thought, and you drank it in, him in, greedily.

You faced each other, held in the arms of the other, Keigo’s feathers having spread themselves across the ‘nest’ and floor to allow him to accommodate the space a bit better.

Your face was buried in his chest, your hands already snaked under his cropped crew neck and resting below his wings. Every so often, your touch would brush close enough to the base to make him shudder.

You loved how it felt, how he felt next to you.

That was the only real thought you could conjure up in the perfect mess of blankets and softness. 

Sleep took you easily after that.

 Keigo managed to stay awake a bit longer, thoughts restless but slowing. 

He felt a new sort of sated, now that he was curled up with you.

The two of you had cuddled plenty in weeks prior, but nothing that was quite this cozy. With his feathers scattered about the room and nest, blankets pulled up to your chin, for the first time in a long while, he felt truly at peace.

Mostly.

As tired as he was, his mind wandered as he idly stroked along the bare skin of your neck and collar.

He couldn’t stop himself from thinking about your state just hours ago, eyes uncomfortably full, yet vacant in the same moment.

Keigo knew how you felt. 

He knew how these sorts of things worked. The way the mind functioned in vulnerable states (and how to exploit them) was something branded into his mind. In the silence of his penthouse, Keigo was smart enough to put together that this was the reason he’d been able to be there for you in the way that he had been.

It was disturbing, thinking about the origin of his ability to comfort you. His roots being in his need to manipulate rather than comfort. 

Part of him felt sick with the thought, feathers ruffling and puffing up around the room. 

The things he’d been taught and the way they’d been etched into the marble tablet of psyche weren’t good. Even if he valued the skills he’d gained, he had garnered enough agency at some point to put together how the corruption of the Commission infected him. 

The thought made him feel dirty, which was why he pushed it back and away so often.

But, now, thinking about the way you shuddered and wailed in his arms, he couldn’t avoid it, an odd poison spreading through his chest. 

 “Hey,” Your voice slurred with sleep as your hands twitched at his sides. “You’re thinkin’ too hard.”

“And how do you know that?” 

“Your heart, silly,” The sound of it was loud in your ears, the thrum far too quick to be calm. “Sounds fast.”

“Caught me,” Keigo gave a weak laugh, smothered into your hair with kisses. “I’m alright. Get some sleep, I’ll be right here.”

“Nuh-uh,” You forced yourself to full wakefulness with a few unpleasant blinks.

You cupped his jaw and searched his face.

...

Keigo was far too good at hiding how he felt. 

From his painfully cleansed expression, it was hard to tell what exactly he was really feeling, only that he wasn’t expressing whatever it was.

“Keigo,” You breathed his name. “You deserve to rest. All you gotta do is be here, right now, okay? 

Your tired mind was one of its most honest iterations. 

 Weren’t you right?

 “I’m here, always, Keigo.”

“I know,” Keigo sighed with relief, softening against you. 

There was so much he couldn’t tell you, especially not yet. Too much knotted up and tied with himself that was too fragile, secret, or buried to be even acknowledged by himself, let alone you.

Not to mention, the Commission and the public had no idea you were a part of his life, and you intended to keep it that way, at least for a while. 

Keigo opened his mouth to let loose one last quip, but quickly silenced himself.

You’d already fallen back asleep, maybe even more relaxed, clinging to him with everything you had.

 He had always believed he would never let sentiment get his way. 

Even the word ‘sentiment’ felt dirty rolling around in his mind.

You weren’t just ‘sentiment’, you were love.

And he loves you. 

Keigo drifted off with his warmth and comfort knotted up with your own, relaxing, truly for the first time in a long time.

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Ace x Reader 18+

Rating: Explicit/R-18+

Words: 3,201

Warnings: oral sex, cunnilingus, semi established relationship, first time

A/N: Wrote this for my editor in chief, who just got to the climax of Marineford and is very upset about ... you know. She gave the okay to post it, so please enjoy! : )

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You were halfway through the motion of lifting the overstuffed laundry basket so you could hand it off to Marco when you suddenly caught movement at the corner of your eye. Distracted from the task at hand, you swivel around only to find Ace leaning through the doorway, beckoning you over with a wave and a big mischievous grin. You eagerly start to smile back, excited to see him, but the sound of Marco expectantly clearing his throat stops you from bolting.

Sheepishly, you turn back around to glance at the blond who offers you a droll look in response. “Don’t even think about it, missy … you’ve been shucking your laundry duty off on other people for weeks now. Do you really think I’ll just let you take off like that?”

Your mouth pulls in a frown, dejected, and Ace not-so-helpfully chimes in with a grumble of ‘no fun!’ Brow arching wryly, Marco shoots him a quick look of warning, putting a stopper on any further commentary before turning his attention to you again.

“Sorry,” you murmur, holding out the basket in resignation. Whatever Ace wanted would just have to wait until the chores were finished.

Silently, Marco takes the laundry from you, studying the dispirited droop of your shoulders for a long beat until, at last, he heaves a yielding sigh. “Go.”

Your head immediately comes up. “What? Really?”

“Yes, really.” He says, trying not to smile when Ace loudly whoops from his spot at the door. “But you owe me. Both of you do, so you’ll take turns filling in for me on the chore rotation, got it?”

“For how long?” You ask, not exactly trusting his generosity at face value. But Ace was already dashing across the room to grab your wrist and unceremoniously yank you towards the doorway, making you squeak and stumble after him.

“A month!” You hear Marco shout after you, just barely, over the racket of Ace’s heavy boots on the plank floorboards.

He doesn’t even give you a chance to respond, clearly making the decision for you as he drags you down the hall like a clumsy toddler until you get your feet situated under you. Laughing, you pick up the pace to jog alongside him with your heart in your throat, cheeks flushed and warm. He was laughing as well, his howling chortle much louder than yours, as his grip adjusts to your fingers so he can swing your arm back and forth between the two of you.

“Where are we going?” You giggle, struggling to breathe around the happy flutter in your chest.

“You’ll see! I’ve got a surprise for you!”

That gives you pause - or at least it would have, if he hadn’t been steering you down the winding corridors of the Moby Dick at an excitable pace. You were completely at his mercy now that he had you in his clutches and all you could do was go along with it, tittering the whole while.

You’re a little surprised, though, when he pulls you right up to the door of his cabin a few moments later, but Ace doesn’t so much as pause. Swinging the door open, he storms inside and slams it shut again before yanking you towards the cot.

“Sit.”

You do, but not without shooting him an inquisitive look.

“Now close your eyes.”

You do this, too, with butterflies in your stomach. Ace was a kind soul, certainly, but he was also prone to making impulsive, sometimes questionable decisions so you weren’t really sure what to expect while you listened to him move about in the small room. It was really anyone’s guess at this point, and you start slightly when you feel him slide something into your lap.

“Okay,” he says, plopping his butt on the mattress to sit beside you. “Open them.”

Obediently, you do just that only to find yourself blinking down at a ribbon wrapped box. It wasn’t very big at all, so likely not anything too extreme, but you could tell the bow on top wasn’t messy enough to be his doing, and you shoot him a questioning glance.

Ace’s grin only widens though; big and boyish, and so frustratingly charming that it makes your heart twist. You still couldn’t believe the effect he had on you, sometimes. “Go on, take a look. I think you’ll like it.”

Certain you would like it, you take the end of the ribbon in hand and tug. It comes loose with a slither and you feel for the seam with your fingertips, quickly finding it and working the top off so you can peer inside.

“Ace …” you warble after a prolonged moment of surprised quiet, eyes wide and glossy. “You shouldn’t have.”

He snickers as he leans close to your shoulder, proudly joining you in regarding the small, personal sized tiramisu sitting within. “It’s your favorite, right? I knew I had to get you something when I saw the bakery in town and I hurried back to the ship as fast as I could so it wouldn’t get all soggy. I hope it still tastes okay.”

“Thank you,” you murmur, trying valiantly to fight back the happy, reflexive tears that threaten to spill over your lashes. “You really shouldn’t have, but thank you. That was so sweet of you.”

His smile falters slightly when he looks up at your face and sees the misty quality of your eyes, fluster quickly creeping into his expression. “Hey, hey! It’s nothing to cry about!” He huffs, suddenly awkward, as he reaches over to drag his index finger through a corner of the cake. “Here, give it a taste. Tell me if it’s any good.”

Your mouth opens, wanting to tell him you’re sure it’s delicious, but he slips the cream covered digit past your lips before you can get so much as a word out. Cheeks warming, you noise around the intrusion and turn a plaintive look up at him even as you shyly clean the tip of his finger with soft little kitten licks. That seems to please him a great deal, his grin returning at full force in just a matter of seconds.

“Yummy?” He prompts, withdrawing his finger.

“Yummy …” you agree as your hand comes up to timidly touch at your mouth. “It’s really good, actually. Thank you.”

“No problem. You know I’m always looking out for you!”

Mouth tugging into a smile, you watch as Ace leans back with his hands braced on the cot, face tilted up at the ceiling. He seemed so content and happy just to share his space with you, lightly humming a faint tune under his breath while he kicks his feet back and forth over the edge of the bed. In so many ways, he reminded you of a little boy when he was like this. Carefree and easy. Untroubled. It wasn’t a side of him that many got to see and, feeling quite fortunate, you start to reach for the cake.

“Here, you have some too.”

“Mmmm. No thanks. I’m good.”

Blinking, you curiously glance over at him. “Oh? You liked it the last time, though.”

“Yeah, but … I’m not really in the mood for dessert right now.” Neck turning, Ace drops his cheek to his shoulder and casually sends a meaningful glance down the length of your body to settle on the spot between your thighs. A sharp thrill immediately races through you, face warming alarmingly quick. He laughs at your reaction, all good natured humor and charming as he starts to tip his head back again. “I’m just teasing ya’, don’t worry. I wouldn’t want to - -“

“I don’t mind.”

His laughter abruptly cuts off with a sputter. “What?”

Face growing even hotter, you nervously shuffle your feet against the floor. “I said I don’t mind. If you really want to, that is. It’s okay if you were just joking - -“

Ace jumps up from the cot so fast you’d think he accidentally set it on fire if you didn’t know any better.

Eyes widening, you let him snatch the cake box from your slack hands and watch as he urgently sets it aside with quick, jerky motions. His expression is suddenly dark when he leans down to hook broad, calloused hands under your knees and pull up, flipping you onto your back.

“Ah - Ace!”

“Were you serious just now?” He asks, not stopping long enough to hear the answer before sinking down to the floor and sending you a hopeful puppy dog look from where he was now knelt between your legs.

“Y - yes,” you tell him truthfully. “I was. But you don’t have to though, I just - -“

He abruptly drops his face into the meat of your thighs, startling a squawk out of you. Embarrassed, your grasping fingers shoot down to tangle in his wavy hair as he inhales a deep, stuttering breath that makes his shoulders rise dramatically like some sort of hunching beast.

“God, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do this.” He practically growls against you.

“You should have said something then …”

Ace’s only response is a low, rumbling groan to accompany the tight squeeze of his fingers on your hips. You tense and shudder for him as he drags those big hands of his further down to take hold of your thighs and ease them apart. The breath catches in your throat when he promptly nuzzles into you, rubbing his face against your tingling cunt as if he were a cat marking its territory. You struggle not to screw your eyes shut at the sensation of him so intimately close to your core, smelling you and basking in the warmth bleeding through your clothes, but you force yourself to keep watching.

To bear witness to the way he presses in so tight his nose wrinkles up, brows furrowed in unconcealed pleasure. To see how the wavy strands of his hair rest along the curve of your thighs and then cling to the fabric of your skirt when he impatiently shoves it up out of his way. To appreciatively drink in the sight of him, all dark eyed and freckled, staring hungrily at the pudgy seam that runs down the center of your panties just as a starving man might look at a bountiful harvest.

He was easily the most beautiful man you’d ever seen and, based on the way he was looking at you, that feeling was apparently mutual.

“You’re sure?” It’s a soft question, but it rings loud in the quiet cabin.

“I … I’m positive, Ace. You don’t need to hesitate.”

Loudly exhaling the breath he’d been holding, he snags his fingers into the waistband of your panties and tugs. Your throat constricts as you twist on top of the bed, helping him work the cotton down over your legs. He tosses them without a second thought as soon as they’re loose, quickly diving back in to shove his face into your bare pussy, making you jolt.

You have to bite down on your lower lip to keep quiet when you spread your legs further apart for him, delighting in the way he eagerly nuzzles against you without another thought to the matter. His lips purse against your slit and he kisses you, just as passionately as he does your mouth when no one’s looking. A whimper promptly claws up the back of your throat, high strung and needy, and Ace responds in kind with a rumbling sigh of his own.

Blunt fingers knead into the doughy soft flesh of your thighs as he tilts his head so he can better work your labia apart. You shiver at the sensation of warm spit gathering along the crease of your body, slowly dribbling down your skin and mixing with sticky slick to leave you feeling obscenely damp. The realization that he was excitedly drooling all over your pussy, panting and faintly moaning into you as if you two had been at this for hours, has your toes curling in premature ecstasy.

His rough lips were the perfect contrast on your delicate folds, sending intense shockwaves of friction through you that felt like something akin to fireworks. You heave, spine arching off the bed when Ace finally dips the plushy swell of his tongue inside to truly taste you and tease at your clit. Fingers scrabbling across his broad shoulders, you latch onto him with your nails, fighting to keep yourself grounded rather than let the heat of the moment swallow you up.

It was the middle of the day on a heavily manned ship, after all, and there was no lock on the cabin door. If someone came calling on him for one reason or another they probably wouldn’t hesitate to barge in unannounced. This was Ace you were talking about here. He wasn’t someone that often concerned himself with pleasant niceties such as knocking so why would they show him that courtesy?

It would be over in an instant and you’d both be caught red handed, no questions asked. Word of this incident would spread fast, no doubt, depending on who found the two of you like this, but everyone on board will have certainly heard about it by sundown. You just couldn’t afford to get carried away right now, for your sake as much as his - but it was so hard not to cry out in pleasure when he was languidly dragging his tongue up and down the length of your slit to gather all the accumulated fluid and swallow it down in one big gulp.

Seething, you finally give in to the urge and squeeze your eyes shut as your head tips back against the haphazardly strewn sheets, the smell of him swarming your senses all over again. “Ace … please …!”

“Mmmm, yes, baby,” he murmurs against you, muffled by the meat of your cunt. “Say it again. For me?”

“Ah! A - Ace! Please … pleeeaaase!”

It’s hard to keep your voice down but, somehow, you manage to hush your desperate pleas to a mere whisper, strained and cracking. He responds in kind, moaning softly as he nuzzles deeper, making your pliant pussy lips mold against his face. Hooded obsidian eyes rove up to regard you as he does it, watching your expression twist in pleasure with nothing short of a fierce, almost predatory interest reflecting in his dark irises.

Ace was hungry for you in a way you never would have anticipated, his lips and his tongue voraciously laving you in warm, wet attention, quickly winding the spring inside you tighter and tighter. Your sensitive cunt was already throbbing for him, threatening to burst at a moment's notice if he wasn’t careful. You could hardly breathe through it, so heavy and gratifying, as his insatiable, relentless mouthing continued to work you over until you were half delirious with it.

Despite wanting to savor this, you knew, instinctively, that you weren’t going to last much longer.

“Ace … I - I’m gonna’ …”

The sound he makes in response is very nearly a snarl, bordering on animalistic and feral. His fingers come up to press into your labia and spread them, finally - finally! Exposing your clit fully to his mouth. You suck in a haggard gasp of air and try to brace for it, but still jolt as if you’d been electrocuted when he drags the flat of his tongue over that pulsating little bud tucked away inside silken folds. Your vision whites out for a split second, entirely overwhelmed, nails clawing at his shoulder blades with an almost savage sort of desperation. A scream rises in the back of your throat, choking you when you refuse to give it voice.

Embarrassingly, all it takes is three quick swipes of his tongue to send you into a fit of convulsions, fresh tears instantly welling up in your eyes. This time, however, they track freely down the sides of your face while you struggle to keep yourself in check even as you twist and writhe underneath him, mewling as quietly as you can. You sound like something broken, an injured calf in its death throes, and Ace the ravenous wolf drinking your lifeblood as if it were sacrament.

He doesn’t let up for what feels like a small eternity, persistently lapping at your sensitized clit until you finally issue a wounded, half stifled shriek that seems to echo against the cabin walls. Coming up off you with a wet, wheezing gasp, he watches the way you slap a hand to your mouth and quake through the lingering tremors of your orgasm from under the fall of messy, sweat slicked bangs. So obviously entranced by the sight of you even as his bare chest contracts with quick, heavy breaths that give away the true extent of his tense arousal.

“You look so good like this ..” he murmurs, comfortingly dragging his hands across your trembling thighs as you start to ease down from your high. “Coming apart just for me. How’d I ever get so lucky, huh?”

Whimpering, you reach for him with shaking fingers and Ace attentively obliges, climbing up onto the cot and settling over you with his knees bracketing your hips. He swoops down to catch your mouth with his, and you moan at the taste of yourself as you languorously stretch out beneath him. The buzz of your afterglow was potently intoxicating, making your head spin long after the pulses had finally stopped, leaving you warm and comfortable. Satiated.

Sighing pleasantly into the kiss, you card your hand through his hair, working out a few errant knots here or there before tilting your head back to look up at him. “I think I’m the lucky one, actually … I’ve never felt so good in all my life, Ace.”

He chuckles when he leans down to adoringly press his forehead to yours, eyes locking from just a scant few inches away. “Guess we’re both lucky then, baby girl. I couldn’t ask for anything else, you know that?”

“That makes me happy,” you warble, feeling like you could just burst all over again.

“Me too.” Sighing contentedly, Ace snuggles somehow even closer to you and tries to get comfortable, but the prodding weight pressed into your thigh seems to give him a bit of trouble. He shifts awkwardly, looking for a position that will ease the strain on his cock, but it doesn’t appear as though one is very forthcoming in his current predicament.

You hesitate to do it but, quickly making up your mind, you reach down and shyly grasp at him through his pants. It’s his turn to jolt as if he’d just been shocked, and his attention whips around to practically gape at you. It probably would’ve been rather funny, the flabbergasted look on his face, if only your pussy wasn’t still soaking wet and silently begging to be stretched.

“I want to.” You tell him quietly.

Ace visibly gulps, swallowing his nerves. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I know for a fact that there isn’t a single soul in this world I would rather have. Please …?”

Luckily, you don’t have to ask him twice.

[sugako]

pretty baby

pairing: coach ukai x f!reader

warnings/tags: 18+, minors dni, smut, reader has piercings/tattoos, size kink, oral (f receiving), cream pie, ukai being a tease

wc: 2.1k 

Ukai and you were snuggled up beside one another on your couch, half-watching a movie. Well, Keishin was watching the movie. You were doing your best to distract him, growing more and more frustrated. 

You had only kissed for the first time a little over a week ago. Keishin hadn’t brought it up, but he was worried about moving too fast. He didn’t want to admit that he wanted this to last. The more he learned about you, the more he felt drawn to you. Although he was annoyed with his mom's pleas for him to get married and start his own family, he was getting more and more interested in the idea. 

But right now your hands were moving between tracing little patterns along his hands and pawing at his thigh. As soon as the movie hit a lull, he knew he had lost this battle. You kissed the edge of his jaw right below his ear. 

The small sigh he let only fueled you more. You moved to straddle one of his thighs, pushing your entire body against him as you continued your kisses around his neck, finally landing on his mouth. He welcomed it, his earlier resolve entirely demolished. You kissed hotly, different than the past pecks and loving embraces. Your knee pressed up against his clothed bulge that was growing harder by the minute.

His fingers dug into your hips, pulling you even closer to him. You shuddered at the friction against your clothed cunt through your soft thin pants. He pulled away, panting loudly. His hands brushed up and down your sides, sending shivers up your spine. Ukai rested his head on your shoulder as he slumped forward. 

“Is this moving too fast for you?” He whispered. 

You pushed him back and held his face in your hands. “Not at all. Are you okay with this?” 

“Very much,” he groaned as you accidentally pressed into his cock. “I just don’t wanna fuck this up.” 

Giggling, you brought his face close enough to nearly kiss, stopping at the last second. 

“Then we should keep going.” 

Taking the back of your head in one hand, he brought his lips down on yours again. With his other hand he moved your leg so you were straddling him. You hips softly grinded against his. When his hand brushed up under your shirt to cup your breasts you were already pulling it over your head. 

He leaned back for a second, admiring the mess of pretty tattoos littered over you abdomen, some sneaking below the line of your pants. As his mouth attached to the crook of your neck, you arched into him, moaning breathily. His hands blindly worked around your back to unclasp your bra. He threw it to the side, ready to focus on your tits when his finger brushed against something hard. 

Ukai leaned back to look, excitement already bubbling in his chest. Two simple matte black bars. You admired the amused expression on his face. 

“Guess I didn’t mention that, huh?” You whispered down to him. His fingers dug sharply into your sides. 

“You’re pretty surprising under all those cute clothes.” 

Grinning devilishly, he moved his mouth to your chest. One hand came up to knead at your breast, while the other bruised into your hip. His mouth worked around your other breast as he left little nips and bruises around your skin. Your hips began grinding down much harder into his as he worked. Your breaths coming out in short pants now. When he swapped breasts you let out a small cry. 

“P-please…” you whispered, your voice just a little higher and whinier than normal. His cock strained hard against his jeans. 

“Please what, baby girl?” He said, messily taking his mouth off your breast and embracing you so his chin rested on your shoulder. 

Your fingertips brushed under his shirt, one hand moving to the button of his jeans and the other moving up his toned chest. You knew you were being needy, but from the way his rough breath came out in tiny pants, he was too. His abdomen twitched under your touch. You greedily admired how toned he was. 

“Want you.” You finally pleaded. 

“You want me to...?” 

Groaning in embarrassment, you pulled back and pouted at him. 

“Keishin…” you whined. 

He could barely contain his malicious grin. “What’s up, baby girl?” He leaned forward to put a soft kiss against your lips. Your pout immediately returned when he pulled away. 

“Want you to fuck me.” You finally whispered, barely audible. 

“What was that?” He put a hand behind his ear. “Couldn’t quite hear that.” 

You struggled to find the words, not realizing that he was going to be this much of a tease your first time with one another. 

“I think you said that you want me to take you to bed before I fuck you on this couch.” He grinned. 

Sighing, you kissed him on the cheek. “Can’t believe I love a horrible, angry little old man.” 

The words left your mouth before you had thought the sentence through. You pushed away from him before he could say anything. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t--I mean, I did, but I wasn’t thinking, I-” 

His lips against yours stopped you. 

“I love you, too, y/n.” His lips brushing against yours with each word, tone low and completely serious. “Now let’s go to bed.” Keishin you up from under your thighs as he stood. "The first time I fuck you isn't going to be on a couch." Your legs wrapped around his waist as he quickly made his way to your bedroom. “Maybe another time.”  

He tossed you down on the bed, quickly shucking his shirt and jeans before crawling over you. You hungrily eyed his tanned core and the little wet stain from precum that stained his grey briefs. Before you could really take him all in, he was kissing down your body, pulling you soft pants and underwear down together. As soon as your last piece of clothing was tossed to the side, his mouth came down on your dripping center. He lapped up your juices like he was starving, appeasing himself before he zeroed in on your clit.  

You keened under his tongue. Trying to bite back the lewd noises escaping your mouth you clasped a hand over your lips. When he looked up at you, his eyebrows knitted. He reached up and tore your hand away. 

"Let me hear you, baby." 

"Uh-huh," you barely mustered out. 

His hand came down under his chin, slowly entering two fingers into your clenching hole. Your hips raised up and you cried out in pleasure. His rough fingers were much larger and longer than your own. He expertly pumped them into you as his mouth worked on your throbbing clit. 

Needing something to anchor yourself, you threaded your fingers through his bleached hair. As the pressure in your abdomen increased so too did the hold you had on his hair. 

He groaned into your cunt at the feeling, vibrations nearly sending you over the edge. A string of curses began leaving your mouth and your hips twitched up more frequently. You tried to still your shaking body as the coil snapped and waves of pleasure overtook you. Ukai relished in how you fucked yourself against him. The deep moans he let out against you didn’t do anything to calm your fiery body. Your pulsing hole sucked his fingers in, keeping them in place. 

Finally, he pulled away, letting you settle down. He left little sighs and soft kisses on the inside of your thighs. You were dripping now, you sweet little hole clenching every few seconds.

“You’re so wet.” He groaned. 

“Uh-huh.” You sighed out, unable to form a real sentence right now. Your hands grappled at his shoulders, trying to pull him up to you. He happily obliged. As he loomed over you, he stuck his two fingers still coated in his slick into his mouth. Your bright, blushing face under him, eyes clouded by lust, powered his excitement. 

“Taste so good.” He put his hands on either side of your head before letting you pull him close enough to kiss. You shivered at the feeling of his damp face against yours, taking in your own taste on his tongue.��

“All for you, Keishin.” You breathed. Your legs wrapped around his waist as you tried to pull his hips to you. “Please,” you whispered against his cheek. 

“You want me?” 

“Yes, yes, please!” You cried out as his hands came down on your chest again. He certainly wasn’t going to make you wait. Ukai ripped his briefs down, finally freeing his cock. When it slapped against your stomach and you were filled with excitement and a tinge of worry. He was much longer and thicker than your little toys.

“I want you, too.” He moaned as he brushed himself up and down your folds. You mewled as his tip pressed against your still throbbing clit. “Relax, baby.” He gently stroked your cheek as he prodded at your entrance. 

You tried your hardest and for a moment, you really did lose the tension in your body. That quickly changed when he pressed the fat head of his cock in. Your thighs tightened around his hips, accidentally pulling him in another inch. A ragged whine passed through your lips and he pressed a small kiss to the corner of your mouth. The burning sensation in your core made you quiver as you adjusted. Only able to focus on one thing at a time, your breath was coming out in short whiny pants now. 

“Fuck… y-you’re big.” 

He couldn’t help but smile against your cheek, but he seemed a little apologetic. 

“I know, baby. I’ll prep you better next time.” He gave you another small kiss before pressing in a little more. His words barely made sense to your fuzzy brain. “Almost in.” 

“S’okay…” Your nails dug into his shoulder blades, nervous to admit your desires. “Like it.” 

His heart pounded at you words, trying to still his hips that longed to move. He growled into your ear and pushed the final bit of his length in. No sooner had he bottomed out when you started shifting your hips. 

“M-move, please…” you whispered. 

He stared down at how your little cunt creamed around him, your cum already slipping out around your thighs and the soft bedding. At first, he moved slowly, admiring how you sucked him in. 

“You c-can, ahh, go a little faster if you want.” You stuttered out. 

“Y-yeah.” He tried to answer confidently, but all his bluster was gone when he took in your beautiful form below him. Still, he acknowledged your wish, rolling his hips at a comfortable pace. He was still being fairly gentle, but you didn’t want to push him any more. 

Still, you craved something more. Your hand came down as he sped up to messily toy with your clit. “Gonna cum again? Make that tight little cunt cum against my cock.” He moaned with a little more confidence. 

“Eh, uh-huh, gonna cum.” You parotted back, barely able to focus. 

“Make yourself cum, baby.” His hips stuttered when his words made you clench a little harder around him. His hips crashing into your wrists made it difficult to focus in on your little bud, but not impossible. He watched carefully as your face scrunched up, waiting for the moment when the look in your eyes broke. As you started twitching and writhing below him, he sped up and went harder. 

Although you had moved your hand away, his pelvis was now grinding into your sensitive clit. You weren’t sure if this was a new orgasm or just a continuation of your last one, but it didn’t matter. Your creaming pussy kept a tight, pulsing hold on his cock as he fruitlessly tried to grind into you. 

He had hoped to last longer, but the situation was too much. He was too excited and his cock began to twitch freely inside of you. Just as you were coming down from your long-winded high you noticed he was tumbling over his. You tightened your lazy hold around him, whispering encouraging filthy words into his ear. 

“F-fuck…baby, so pretty, I’m gonna…” His garbled words and swears filled up your head like a trance. His hips stuttered once more before his hot cum coated your walls.

Ukai fell against you, panting hard and trying to sort his hazy thoughts. You laid together for what felt like forever within a minute. You brushed your fingers through his soft hair, his regular headband having snapped away sometime in the fray. He lazily kissed down your collarbone to your breasts. 

“Ready to go again, pretty baby?” He mumbled into your ear. 

[roanniom]

✨Finally Friday✨ for your prompt submission, I would like to please throw this out for your consideration- dominant Flip with a praise kink and a breeding kink. All your writing is so good! 😘

Hello sweet anon, I’m happy to write that for you <3 (Sorry it took so gosh darn long lol)

Impatience 

Word Count: 2718

Warnings: NSFW, masturbation (F), PIV sex, slight edging, praise kink, light breeding kink

Note: While I mainly write fem readers, I do try my best to make all descriptions of reader to be inclusive, not specifying hair type, body size, or skin color. I would like to note that in a few moments at the beginning of this piece we are sort of in Flip’s perspective and parts of reader are referred to as “little.” This is not to be indicative of reader’s size, it simply a reflection of the fact that Flip is a literal fridge. That is all.

When Flip gets home, all he wants to do is shrug out of his jacket, pour himself a stiff drink, light a fresh cigarette and relax. It’s been a long day and an even longer night. Maybe you’re still up. Maybe you’ve kept a plate warming in the oven for him. Better yet, maybe you’ll suck him off after he finishes his drink and his cigarette and his hypothetically warmed food. Flip steps onto his front porch while rolling his shoulders, feeling the tension stored in his aching muscles from a shift filled with bullshit and limp-dicked incompetents.

Yes. A blow job before bed would do the trick, he thinks as he unlocks the front door. Instead of his usual silent entrance, the kind he uses when he doesn’t wish to disturb your potential sleeping state, he closes the door loudly. Selfishly hoping you’ll be conscious by the time he enters the bedroom, if you weren’t already.

After shrugging out of his jacket, as planned, he trudges down the hallway, considering his options for if he finds your sweet, sleeping form tucked in, undisturbed beneath the sheets. Just as he’s imagining how cute you look with your little hands tucked beneath your cheek on the pillow when you sleep, however, he hears a sound issuing from the slightly ajar bedroom door.

It’s you.

Moaning.

Peering through the sliver in the door, Flip takes in the most breathtaking sight he’s ever seen. There you are, kneeling on your knees on the bed. One hand is dipping into your panties, panties so thin and wet that he can see the outline of your hand as it stretches the fabric. As your finger rubs at your core, your little wrist jerking with the effort. His eyes drag up from your actions between your legs to find that your upper body is curved forward as you gaze down at something lying on the bed in front of you. With the hand not down your panties you are squeezing and kneading your breast, rolling the hardened nipple back and forth.

“Oh god. Oh Flip,” you mutter to yourself, still gazing down at whatever was on the bed before you.

Flip thinks this is the hottest thing he has ever seen in his life.

Until he sees what you do next.

You must plunge your fingers deep into your core in the next minute because suddenly you’re grinding your little pussy down onto your hand, seeking more friction with a tiny, pathetic whine in your throat. And then you lean forward over the thing on the bed so that you’re on your hands and knees – well, one hand props you up. The other keeps working inside your panties.

Your hips undulate, ass in the air, as you continue to pleasure yourself, your breath escaping in light pants that make his cock feel like it can almost burst from the jeans that confine it. And while it might be the best show a person could ever hope to witness, Flip pushes open the door then. He never was one for spectating.

“What are you doing there, sugar?”

You don’t react suddenly. Instead, you look up slowly, staying in your position curled around the hand you’ve been using to pleasure yourself. You’re disheveled and he can see every emotion fill your eyes. Shock, panic, embarrassment, shame. All rolled up undeniably in the arousal that he has interrupted. You freeze in place looking up at him.

“I-I uh…Flip I didn’t know you’d…”  

Flip tsk’s a few times.

“No need to stop on my account.” he drawls, moving forward as you sit up straighter, fisting your now unoccupied hands in the sheets and pulling them up around you sheepishly. Flip sits down on the edge of the bed and reaches to finger the hem of the sheet where it covers your breasts. “Were you keeping the bed nice and warm for me, baby girl?”

Before you can respond, Flip pulls his leg up onto the bed and feels something crinkle under his knee on the mattress. He fishes through the sheets only to pluck out two polaroid pictures, now slightly dented.

His eyes narrow as he takes in the scene depicted on darkened film. Pictures of you on your hands and knees, same as he’d found you just now, only the view is from up and behind you, showing a large cock in the middle of the action of pounding you open. Flip’s cock. Flip sucks air in through his teeth.

“I was wondering where the rest of these pictures had gone from that weekend,” he chuckles and your belly, already warm with self-stoked arousal, surges with heat yet again. Your embarrassment at being caught begins to fade and you toy with the fabric of the sheets coyly.

“If you didn’t have to work all these late nights maybe I would have let you keep them.”

Flip reaches over to trace your smile, a twin one on his own lips.

“Do you really look at these when you touch yourself, baby girl?”

You bite your lip and nod in response, pulling your arm out from under the sheet to tug one of the polaroids out of his hand.

“You see this one?” You tap on the picture. “Your cock is beautiful here.”

“Beautiful, huh?” Flip adjusts his position on the mattress, spreading his legs to make room for the growth occurring between them.

“Yeah, when I look at this picture I can practically feel your perfect, fat cock splitting me open.”

Within a second the polaroids are on the floor, discarded so Flip can push you down onto the bed as he settles between your inviting legs.

“I like the way you talk about my cock.” Flip’s voice is gruff and his eyes are dark with lust, but you see a smile ghost his lips.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Flip begins sucking on the tender flesh of your throat, pulling it into his mouth and nibbling just enough to mark you up the way he knows you pretend not to love. You make use of his distraction by popping the button on his jeans and pulling the zipper down, working swiftly to get your hands on the cock in question. When your fingers wrap around his girth Flip shudders into your touch, hips bucking involuntarily.

“This cock is what I dream about.”

You can practically feel Flip puffing out his chest with a possessive sort of pride. He allows you to shuck off his jeans while he tosses his flannel and undershirt indiscriminately into a darkened corner of the room. Leaning down he nibbles on your earlobe, swiping a tongue across the shell of your ear to make you shiver.

“Tell me about these dreams, baby girl.” Flip’s voice is husky and low as it reverberates through your naked bodies. You press up against his chest, signaling for him to flip over. He obliges, tucking and rolling with you squeezed tightly to his chest so that you now straddle him and look down at him, beautiful with his wavy dark hair splayed on the pillow.  

“In my dreams you’re always hard,” you say as your hand wraps around his length. “Always ready to fuck me.”

“And what about you, sugar?” Flip slides his hand over your lower stomach and down to the cleft between your legs. “Is this pussy always wet for me?”

“Always.” You undulate your hips to punctuate your point, spreading your slick on the thick cock that stands at attention right before your entrance. Your hands splay against the hard planes of his abdomen as you watch his cock twitch against you.

“I think I like these dreams.” Flip moves to line himself up, but you grab his hands and push his arms back, leaning down to meet his lips as you pin his wrists down to the mattress above his head.

“Ah ah ah,” you breathe the words into his mouth on an exhale, hips grinding down and around to encase his cock in the velvet wet of your lower lips without allowing him full entrance. “Wanna make you feel good, detective.”

“You’re already making me feel good.” Flip’s voice is strained. Impatient to be inside you. You kiss your way back down his throat, his chest, his abdomen and watch the muscles go taught beneath his skin as your hips roll unhurriedly. You wrap both hands back around his cock this time and slowly move up and down.

“You work so hard, Flip.” On the word hard, you suddenly tug harder and Flip bucks up from under you. He’s grinning now, knowing where you’re going with this. When you slide your body down, nails raking up and down his legs, his cock knows what you’re doing, too.

He’d already been hard when he’d walked through the front door, picturing your swollen lips wrapped around his shaft. He’d already been hard when he’d found you pleasuring yourself to an image of him fucking you. But now, as your tongue traces the circumference of his flushed head, darting to the center to lap up his pre cum like some little sex kitten, Flip can’t take much more.

Feeling his hands shoot down and fist in your hair, you smile up at him over his bobbing length. Very much the cat that got the cream – an outcome you’re planning on ensuring.

“I’ve been waiting for this all day, handsome.”

“Well based on what I saw when I walked in, my sugar got a little impatient,” Flip counters with a dark chuckle.

You frown dramatically before dragging the tip of your tongue from root to tip using on the lightest pressure you can manage. Flip’s smile drops from his face in favor of a clenched jaw and a strained expression.

Your thumb and index finger circle around the base of his cock (as much as they can) to administer light, pulsing squeezes while you pepper equally light, open mouth kisses to his tip. The large hand in your hair attempts to push you down onto him gently but you tilt your neck to avoid his prompting, dipping down to settle your teasing attentions to the side of his shaft.

Fisted uselessly in the sheets beside you, Flip’s free hand catches your attention out of the corner of your eye and you reach out with your own free hand to interlace your fingers. Your tongue traces every vein on the flushed appendage, dips around every curve. Until his hands are squeezing your hand and your hair so tight and his legs shake around you.

When you lean back, your smile is smug.

“Who’s impatient?” you ask with all the innocence in the world in your tone, but nothing but sin in your eyes.

Before you can bask in his reaction, you’re being flipped over and yanked up the bed. Flip lifts you up onto your knees and makes you brace your hands against the headboard, all before unceremoniously plunging his cock into you in a single thrust.

“Oh my god, Flip oww. You’re – fuck! You’re too big…” You mean to complain that he is too big to just split you open without prepping you, but the force of his thrusts knocks the wind and the words out of your mouth.

“Oh really? I thought you liked my big dick,” Flip growls in your ear. He’s curled down over your body, his sweat slicked chest pressing to your back as he snaps his hips over and over and over.

“I do, I – I do.” You manage to hiccup.

“Wasn’t that what you were saying? You like my big, fat cock?”

“I love your cock!” you cry out as both a correction and a declaration. Flip’s lips connect with the back of your neck and your back arches deeper, allowing him to drive deeper into you in turn.

“Yeah, you love my cock.” Flip’s voice is husky and even deeper than usual in your ear and you moan in response. “And it loves you.” Flip adjusts his hold on you, tightening his grip on your hips so he can pull you back into him with every thrust.

“I wish I could see you,” you whine. You’re not really annoyed, more teasing him for the way he’s commandeered your lovemaking. You hear him rustle through the sheets for something before he tosses something lightly which lands on the pillow beneath you.

“Here you go.” Flip’s voice is filled with amusement. Opening your eyes you look down and let out a breathless laugh when you see the polaroid from earlier. As you gaze down at the picture of Flip’s cock splitting you open, the real deal goes on right behind you, shoving you forward and making you screw your eyes shut in restless pleasure again.

The orgasm you’d been so close to having when Flip walked in all of a sudden seems to have returned rapidly, simmering right on the threshold. When you slide your hand down to rub your clit, however, you pass over your lower stomach and moan louder than you had previously.

“Mmm, is that good, baby? Hmm? Right there, sugar?” Flip asks. Instead of responding verbally you peel one of his hands from your hip and place it on your lower stomach. When he feels it – feels his cock as it presses into your belly from below, pounding so deep that you’re more filled with him than he’d imagined – he thinks he’s going to cum right then and there.

Flip’s hips stutter for just a moment before they resume their motions with intensified speed.

“Holy shit, sugar.” Flip almost laughs incredulously. “You’re taking me so well.”

“I want it.”

“You want my cock? I’m giving it to you, baby,” Flip coos, almost comforting you as you seem to fall apart beneath him.

“No. Your cum.”

“Does my baby want me to cum? Want me to feel good, is that it?” Flip’s hand finishes the migration that yours never did, fingers finally reaching your clit and rubbing deep circles into the swollen bud.

“Yes…but no.” You sound desperate now, the added pressure at your clit bringing tears to your eyes. “I want you to fill me with your cum.”

The sound that issues from Flip then is nothing short of a growl.

“Oh I’ll fill you with my cum alright, baby.” The force of his snapping hips causes your arms to give out, no longer able to hold onto the headboard. Your cheek presses into the sticky film of the polaroid picture as you writhe beneath Flip. “I’ll fill you up so much that your stomach will be swollen with much more than my cock.”

The combination of Flips words, his thumb on your clit, his cock pounding into your aching cunt – all of it works together to throw you over the edge into a blaze of ecstasy that lights you on fire from your crown right to the tips of your fingers and toes. Your muscles quake as Flip gives his last thrust before painting your walls with hot cum that seeps out between your legs.

You don’t remember Flip pulling out of you. Neither do you remember him turning you over or him tucking you up under his arm. The next thing you do remember is him peeling the polaroid picture off your warm cheek and holding it out for you to see, laughter rumbling in his chest beneath you.

“It’s ruined!” You exclaim with displeasure, reaching out for the now bruised photo, touching a finger to the discolored splotch in the middle of the image.

“Nah, it’s just another excuse to break out the camera and fuck you silly by the fire.” Flip’s hand lazily caresses the back of your arm, eyes closed and already close to falling into a deep, sated sleep. The giggle that issues unbidden from your lips gets him to pop one eye open in amusement over the foreign sound.

“Maybe you already have fucked me silly,” you concede. Flip tucks you tighter against him and shakes his head.

“I think I can fuck you sillier, don’t you worry about that.” You nestle into his warm body as he sighs a deep, pleased sigh before adding, “Just don’t think I’ve forgotten you still owe me a real fucking blow job.”

~*~

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[redhoodedwolf]

Happy Halloween!

AU - College/University | Sterek | 2.2K | AO3

“Dude,” Stiles exhaled heavily, hands reaching up to cup Derek’s furred cheeks. His breath smelled of cheep beer, but his eyes were mostly clear, so Derek knew he wasn’t completely inebriated. “This is new.”

Derek snorted and hoped the low lights of the house party hid his blush because Stiles was only further trailing his fingers up and down Derek’s face, tracing the ridges over his nose, fingertips brushing his lips where his fangs pushed them out. “It’s a special occasion,” Derek joked. “Low budget costume.”

Stiles stared at him with wide eyes. “Really? Wow, okay.” Stiles’ fingers found his ears and traced the pointed tips, and Derek felt his eyes flash icy blue and a growl build up in his chest. It was more of a purr, but Derek would never admit that.

“You constantly amaze me,” Stiles sighed again, pressing his body closer to Derek’s as a group of three inebriated people with overfull solo cups wedged their way by them. Derek instinctively (carefully) brought a clawed hand up to rest on Stiles’ back and keep him out of the splash zone. 

Derek dropped his gaze away from the passing crowd, back to Stiles, and found the younger man’s gaze was trained on his lips.

“Are they sharp?” Stiles asked.

Derek bared his teeth. “I could rip your throat out with them,” he responded with a light snarl which choked off in his throat when Stiles moved his wandering hands towards said fangs, pressing pointer fingers against them. 

He hummed. “Very solid,” Stiles added, after a beat, thumb brushing Derek’s lower lip. 

This... this was flirting, right? Stiles was flirting with him. Right?

Because Derek had been pretty obvious (he felt) about his feelings towards Stiles for the past few months, since Stiles declared himself “recovered” from his last disastrous breakup. And Stiles had seemed receptive, teasing Derek back, ogling him during pick-up basketball games, and inviting him over to his dorm despite the fact they they literally shared a suite. 

But he’d never made any kind of definite move. This felt pretty definite. And he was feeling more of Stiles than he ever had, except for that one fainting spell incident that Stiles refused to let Derek ever bring up to anyone. 

Stiles was pressed against his front now, and Derek hovered his hand still at his back. Even when Stiles was given the space, he stayed put. Stiles met his eyes, and Derek swallowed thickly, visibly, and the younger man’s gaze wavered to watch the motion.

“Tell me, Wolfman--”

“Stiles.”

Stiles chuckled. “Sourwolf, then. How, uh. How interested are you in staying at this costume party?”

Stiles had mostly divested of his costume within the first forty-five minutes of the party. He went with a last-minute sheet ghost with an old painting drop cloth Derek had shoved in the back of his closet from the beginning for the semester. Now, it was tied around his waist like a really weird looking skirt, his white tank top plastered to his skin with sweat. 

“Not much left of your costume anyway,” Derek chose to say, allowing his sweeping gaze to linger on Stiles’ exposed neck before meeting his eyes once more.

Stiles licked his lips. “I think I’d rather just chill tonight. Got the free booze. Would rather pop on Hocus Pocus and...” his words trailed off as Derek found the courage to reach for Stiles’ hand, still on his face, and intertwine their fingers. 

“Movie night sounds good to me,” Derek followed up with in the ensuing silence between them.

“C-cool, cool, um. I’m just gonna--” Stiles cut himself off, squeezing Derek’s hand with his while the other cupped the back of Derek’s neck. Derek’s breath hitched, and he felt his eyes flash again. “Before I lose the nerve.”

And then Stiles’ lips were on his, and Derek exhaled a groan, finally allowing that hovering hand to wind around Stiles’ waist and pull him close. Stiles made a surprised noise that turned dark and husky as he pulled back from the kiss, meeting Derek’s eyes. 

“Oh thank god,” he breathed, and Derek chuckled softly. 

“I wasn’t sure if--”

“Me neither,” Stiles interjected, his face flushing a delicious red. 

“Shall we?” Derek indicated to the door, and Stiles pushed himself off of Derek’s chest slowly as he nodded. 

They held hands as they walked from the off-campus house back to their dorm, the full moon lighting their way, and Derek retracted his claws, so that he could properly squeeze back, and Stiles responded by brushing his thumb over Derek’s knuckles.

Stiles fished out his keys when they arrived, ushered Derek into the building and then raced ahead so that he could open the door for Derek to his room.

“Ever the gentleman,” Derek commented with a smirk.

“But of course, only the best for my sourwolf.” Derek snorted. “Speaking of which,” Stiles started wiggling out of the drop cloth sheet around his waist and Derek resisted the initial urge to help, “we should probably de cos--...tume.” Stiles stared up at him with wide eyes and let the sheet pool to the floor. “When did you...?” Stiles wiggled his hand around in Derek’s face.

Derek narrowed his eyes in confusion before he realized what Stiles was asking. “Oh, after we left the house I shifted back. In a house of intoxicated people I can get away with it, but even on Halloween a werewolf has to be careful.”

“Right, yeah, uh-huh.” Stiles was nodding his head like he understood, but his jaw was still dropped, and his heartbeat had suddenly sped up. “Of course. Wouldn’t want people to think it’s real. Or anything.”

Derek shuddered. He recalled childhood threats of hunters in their territory, tense weeks when he was forced to stay home for everything except school, always on guard. “Yeah. There’s not any hunters around here that we’re aware of, but they can hide even easier than we do.” 

Derek shook his head. He didn’t want to get into that kind of talk right now. He’d finally kissed Stiles, and he was planning on turning this evening into a date, if he could manage it. 

“Anyway,” Derek said, and Stiles’ jaw snapped shut. “I do want to change into something more comfortable. Want to set up the movie while I do?” Derek jerked his thumb towards the bathroom that connected their rooms. 

“Sure!” Stiles squeaked. His heartbeat was still fast, but Derek hoped it had to do with them growing closer, not something like... like Stiles regretting his choice.

Derek closed himself into his room and shook away the thought. This was Stiles, he reminded himself as he shucked off his jeans and looked for his comfortable sweatpants. He knew Stiles, trusted Stiles, in a way that he had rarely been able to with other humans. 

After changing, Derek rapped his knuckles on Stiles’ bathroom door to announce his entrance. Stiles’ heartbeat spiked, but leveled once Derek slipped back in to the room. Stiles had changed into sweats as well, keeping the tank top on. The sheet was on the floor next to his laundry bin. He was settled in bed, facing the TV atop his dresser, the Disney+ app loading on the screen.

“Still feeling Hocus Pocus?” Stiles asked as Derek took a seat next to him on the bed, a hand’s width apart.

“Sounds great,” Derek agreed, and watched Stiles scroll down to the Halloween section.

He highlighted the movie, but Derek saw Stiles hesitate to press the play button. Derek tensed, a sense of dread running through him that Stiles was about to admit he’d made a mistake.

“So you’re a werewolf,” Stiles said instead.

Assuming Stiles was setting up for a question, Derek responded with a flash of his eyes, “Yes. And?”

For a man like Stiles, Derek had been surprised at the lack of questioning regarding his supernatural status, but had always expected it to come eventually. He settled in for an interrogation that was months in the making.

Instead, what he got was another slack-jawed Stiles with wide eyes. 

Derek felt the sudden drag of fear slip down his spine, like someone had shoved an ice cube down the back of his shirt. Derek scented the air, and Stiles smelt of fear.

Derek jumped off of the bed and crossed the room, getting as far form the human as possible, wishing he had never learned what Stiles scared (of him) smelled like. 

“Wait!” Stiles shouted as Derek hastened. “Don’t leave!”

“You want me to stay?” Derek shot back, hysteria filling his voice. “You’re scared of me!”

“Like a baby bit, but honestly I’m more amazed than anything. How did I not know this?!”

“I thought you did!” Derek shouted. “I never would have shifted in front of you if I had--” Derek cut himself off, shaking his head. He clenched his fists at his sides and dropped his gaze to the floor. “I’m sorry for scaring you.”

“I’m not scared, Derek,” Stiles responded, voice closer, and Derek raised his gaze to see that Stile had stood from the bed and was inching towards him. “Surprised, totally. Flattered that you trusted me enough to tell me, even if, you know, you didn’t. Why did you think--?”

“It just seemed like you knew,” Derek stated. “You’re smart, almost too smart. I mean, I never stay in the dorms on full moons, and when we decided to share a suite this year you said--”

Stiles’ eyes widened as he seemingly recalled their conversation.

“Other than your full moon excursions,” Stiles had wiggled his eyebrows up and down suggestively, the breath sizing in Derek’s chest at the sight, “I know everything else I need to know.

“A-and you’re okay with that?”

“Derek. I wouldn’t agree to this if I wasn’t, dude. You be you.”

Stiles flailed his arms and shouted, “I thought it was a booty call! Which made me extremely jealous of your moon-day lover, but I was willing to deal with it if, um...” Stiles scratched the back of his neck, gaze drifting, “... I could still be with you.”

“I go to the woods. Usually,” Derek blurted, and Stiles’ head snapped back up. “I wanted to spend Halloween with you, since we always do, even if it’s a full moon tonight because I can handle it, I don’t need to, ah, let loose. It just is nice to have that option. So other than things like this, with you, I just camp in the woods.”

Stiles’ lips quirked into a little smirk. “The woods? I feel like you’re a cliché, Derek.”

Derek ignored the blush he could feel on his face. “It’s perfectly usual. And I do it alone, by the way. Unless my family is visiting, or I’m home with them.”

“A lone wolf cliché, too,” Stiles teased, and Derek groaned. “I can work with that.”

Derek unclenched his fists. “You were jealous?” he asked, remembering that little bit of revelation. “But that was before the summer. You--”

Stiles rushed at him and slapped a hand over Derek’s mouth, hissing, “I know, okay, my crush on you has been long and pathetic.”

Derek pulled Stiles’ hand off of his face, stopping himself from licking his palm instead in revenge. “But your ex?”

“Got over him immediately. Well, after my week of mourning.” Stiles admitted. “I was enjoying having you dote on me, a little. You didn’t spend a ton of time with us before you were forcing me out of bed to rejoin the world. And then after that, you didn’t go easy on me.”

Derek licked his lips and inhaled, then stilled the words on his tongue. Stiles stared at him expectantly, gaze darting about the room every few seconds. Derek scented him, just a bit, and there was no fear left at all, just the usual scent of Stiles, a bit of embarrassment, and an undertone of arousal. 

Derek took another deep breath and then said, “Okay.”

Stiles arched an eyebrow. “Okay?”

Derek dropped Stiles’ hand and put some space between them. “Stiles,” he declared. “I trust you, and I have for a while now, and you know that’s not easy for me to do. I also really like you, romantically, but that is not why I want to tell you this.”

“Derek--”

“I am a werewolf. My family are werewolves. I’m sure you have questions, and I will answer as many as I possibly can, but what I’d really like to do now is have a nice date night where we relax and watch some movies and maybe kiss for a while. And I promise to keep the fangs away.”

“You charmer,” Stiles cooed, reaching for Derek’s hands and pulling him back towards the bed and their previous spots, this time pressed against each other. Derek took hold of the abandoned remote and pressed play on the idle screen.

Derek was proud that Stiles lasted five minutes before opening his mouth. “So, you were smelling me earlier, right? You can smell emotions?”

Derek tipped his head back and groaned. “I regret it,” he declared.

Stiles pulled him into a kiss and forced him to take it back. He did. 

[lucifers-horror-harem]

Kinktober Day 3: Face Sitting with Beetlejuice

This one is a day late but we’re catching up! I chose to do a plus sized AFAB reader for this fic because I think we are all needing a little body positivity today am i right y’all????

Beetlejuice x Plus Sized AFAB Reader

"Do you ever shut up?” you hurled at your pesky poltergeist boyfriend as you turned away from him to stomp out the bedroom door. 

But before you could, Beetlejuice suddenly levitated in front of you, blocking your only escape from him. “Come on babes,” he whined pathetically. As his faux pout turned into a smirk, he continued, ���I mean, if you did what I asked you then you could certainly shut me up yourself.”

You rolled your eyes and groaned at his attempt to get into your pants. “I told you, I’m too big to do that.” Even though it was an assertive statement, you still felt that pang of self loathing hit you. It wasn’t that you didn’t think Beetlejuice liked you the way you were, it was just… It’s a hard adjustment getting used to someone calling you babes every day and wolf whistling when you walk into a room after you spent most of your life thinking you weren’t attractive enough. While your self confidence soared since being with Beetlejuice, you still had your days where you felt ugly and undesirable. 

“Excuse me, you seem to be forgetting one tiny little detail. That I’m a ghost? With the most might I add,” he winked at you. “And babes, there is no way in heaven or the netherworld that you would be too big to sit on my face. Besides,” he chuckled with a shrug of his shoulders, “even if I wasn’t dead, the way I would want to go is drowning in your juices while that ass of yours suffocates me.”

“Stop saying stuff like that!” you sputtered, turning your back on him as you crossed your arms protectively over your chest. His arms hugged your body, his face nuzzling the crook of your neck. 

“You know I say stuff like that cause I love you babes,” Beetlejuice mumbled in your ear. “I want to make you feel good, can’t you let me give it a whirl?”

Solemnly, you pouted as his guilt trip laced words warmed your heart. You knew he wouldn’t do anything you weren’t comfortable with, and that he would give the world to you. With a sigh, you sputtered, “Fine, we can try it.”

Almost as if it weren’t completely obvious that his sappy spiel wasn’t just an attempt to suck up to you, he let out what you could only describe as a giddy squeal as he flopped himself on your bed. He put his hands behind his head as he waited eagerly for you. 

Taking a deep breath, you shucked your pants and underwear down your legs, stepping out of them as you approached your ghostly boyfriend. He grinned as he offered his hands as a way to balance yourself as you straddled his chest, too shy to move up further. But his cooing eventually urged you forward, causing an awkward shimmying dance as you placed yourself above his face. Before you could even ask how he wanted you, he wrapped his arms around your hips and pulled you down flush on top of him, making you squeal in shock. 

It was a surreal feeling, it wasn’t like he hadn’t given you oral before but this was a new position and you weren’t sure how to feel about it. But as soon as you felt his tongue leave a long, languid lick up your heat, a sudden shudder went through your body. Your hands clasped over his, trying to find some sort of stability before you fell off of him. His fingers squeezed your flesh as he lapped up your juices, causing you to whine at this thrilling position. 

When he began to focus on your clit, however, you found it harder to keep yourself upright. You whimpered as he continued his ministrations, tongue swirling around your bud as your hands gripped at his tightly. If he wound you up any further you might not be able to hold yourself back from crying out. But that was exactly his goal.

The coil in your stomach tightened with each gentle lick and suck from Beetlejuice’s mouth, pushing you closer and closer to the edge until you finally found yourself grinding down on his face. Embarrassment be damned, you were so close to release and you needed it now. Thankfully, Beetlejuice was more than willing to comply, pushing you right up to the edge until you fell right off, your hips bucking against his mouth as your hands were squeezing his for dear life. After what felt like an eternity wailing and moaning over the intense shock to your core, Beetlejuice was able to shift you away from his mouth just enough to give you a shit eating grin as he asked, “I take it you’ll want to do this again soon?”