#this is so sweet and so nice that you're spreading support around!!!

[nights-flying-fox]

just poppin’ into your ask box to say happy pride month!

no matter who you are, who you like, or how you express yourself, you always deserve to feel comfortable and safe. this is a month about recognizing how far you’ve come, how much you’ve grown as a person, in relationships and in your own identity. you’re so incredibly brave and stronger than you know.

you’re doing amazing, kiddo.

sincerely, the yeehaw uncles, Leo and Yuichi

(don’t feel pressured to reply; this is just a lil motivational message :))

Thank you yeehaw uncles for this nice message!! I'm not part of the community (an ally tho!!) but I'd love people to see this :]

[peachesofteal]

sighs Price/Simon/mama (female reader) 18+ mdni - threesome M/M/F, spit, daddy, praise, size, lactation, breeding kink. The softest dub con. This is an AU to the original story, Through Me. Price has a wife in Through Me and Simon has mama, neither of them would ever share.

It starts with a dinner.

Red wine decanted. Red meat rare, bleeding all over a plate. Price sits across from Simon at the table, with you at the head. Fixed between them like a flower sprouted in rock.

They're here because Simon has seen the way he watches. He's noticed how his captain considers both himself and you, the way he cocks his head to left and trails his eyes up and down your body.

It's reminiscent of days old. Nights passed when he and John bent pretty things to their will, split open and overwhelmed, gasping and clawing as they systematically broke them apart.

A wild ride. A way to blow off some steam. A thing never meant to be more than what it was. Secret nights in the dark.

There was a wild gleam in John's eyes, weeks ago. Simon only caught the fractured glimpse of it, there one second, gone in the next, but when they locked eyes afterwards, he knew.

They both did.

He wouldn't be doing this unless he trusted his captain implicitly. Trusted him to care for you, to give you what's needed, to see it all the way through. There's something digging around in Simon's brain about it, some imagery he can't escape.

The best way out is through.

They end up in the living room, after dinner. There's still half a bottle of wine left, and when he pulls you in for a kiss it's there on his tongue, purpled fruit and acid, alcohol loosening the tension in your neck, your spine.

Simon sits on the couch next to John. Not yet touching, but if both were shift their legs, they'd be there, knee to knee. "C'mere mama." Simon spreads wide, patting the inside of his thigh, indicating where you're to sit, and when you settle on his lap, half turned to face his captain, he rests a hand on his thigh. "Did you enjoy dinner, sweet girl?"

"It was very good." You peek at John through your lashes, demure, shy. "Thank you for cooking."

"Was my pleasure." He smiles, blue eyes crinkling at the corners, and you return it as Simon rubs circles on your waist. He can feel the fabric of your thong beneath the dress you chose tonight, thin, narrow fabric stretched over your cunt, nearly non-existent barrier separating you from the craven.

It's important you're not so worked up, too early. He needs to keep you torpid, wine drenched and saccharine, before working you up to a frenetic pace, so he moves his hand to your back, stroking up and down slowly, using an aimless conversation about work as a distraction. "Think Laswell's gonna be out for this next one?"

"Don't know. Suppose so. We'll need her. Can't get over half the hurdles without her support." His legs spread, marginally. enough that his knee is touching your feet, your toes, and you glance down. Simon observes your thought process in real time; intrigue, confusion clearing before it ever really takes root. You brush it off.

But he sees the opportunity, target hot to strike.

He moves his hand under the hem of your dress, up your thigh. You tense, blinking at him in confusion, and he brushes his lips against your ear. "Relax, honey." He finds heat between your legs, circling over your panties, and you squeak, locking onto his wrist.

"Si-"

"John was so nice to have us over for dinner, wasn't he?" You nod, shakily, as Simon peppers your cheek, your jaw with kisses. "Fed us so well. Don't y'think we should say thank you?" His cock is solid beneath your ass, and he flexes his hips, driving the point home, still stroking over your panties. John is locked in, watching the flutter of your dress, staring beneath your knees.

"Um, I," he presses directly on your clit, stealing your words, whatever you meant to say dying on a whine. Your lips part beneath him, already slick, already wanting.

"Put your heels on John's thighs, mama." You stare at him, eyes wide, and he gives you an encouraging nod. "Don't worry. We'll take care of you." The angle provided when you lift your feet tilts you, and John turns.

"Gonna touch you, love," he carefully palms your knees, "right here," turning so that you're now facing him head on, toes flexing on both of his thighs. Simon peels your dress back, shucking it up around your belly, and then parts your legs. His captain huffs a short groan.

"Jus' want John to be able see, is all." He hooks a finger into the cotton, and pulls to the side, exposing your weeping pussy to both of them, glistening in the evening light. "Look at you, sweet girl. All wet and ready for us?" You whimper, staring at John between your knees, no doubt shocked. Scandalized. "Isn't she pretty?" He nods.

"Very." He reaches, and you flinch when his fingers trace down your slit, but Simon holds your hips still. "Need some attention, eh? Little thing, already swollen." He flits back up to your bud, pressing next to where Simon has a thumb on you, and they work in circles, both swirling, your hips jerking with each cycle.

John pulls away, it's a slow game, this one. One they've played before, and he stays focused between your legs, letting Simon lead you, submerge you in the experience, plunge you into it. He applies more pressure, enjoying your gasps, the way you grip his shoulder.

He's almost there, almost got you, and then-

"Daddy-" John smiles. So does Simon. He pushes a finger in your hole, searching for that spot, the soft one that makes you scream, heel of his palm firm against your clit. "Ah, fuck, p-please-"

"You're so wet, mama. Soakin' my hand. Do you need to cum? Want to show the captain the way your pussy flutters?" You moan, head tipped back, pulse throbbing in your neck. You tighten around his finger, and he draws back to slide in two, carefully stretching, sawing you wide. Your knees try to close, probably on instinct, but John pushes them open again. When you hold them there, he murmurs low.

"Good girl. Keep em open for me. Want to watch your hole, see how it's going to take my cock." A shudder rocks you, muscles in your lower belly tensing, and your spine curls forward, fingers knotted in the collar of Simon's shirt.

"There it is, good, mama, that's so good. c'mon-" You squeeze, and squeeze him, and then explode, crying out, legs shaking, chasing the pressure, carnal lust glittering in your eyes.

Simon doesn't give you a reprieve. Your sopping cunt cries on his hand as he pulls free, and they both move, John's cock coming free from his pants, thick, tip red and leaking, and he slaps it against your clit. You're still dazed from the orgasm, gripping onto Simon, and he pulls you against his chest, hands behind your knees, folding you open. Your pussy flowers for Johnny, blooming for them both. Simon's so hard he aches, and he manages to shuck his pants down, cock hard against your back.

It occurs to him, John might want to have a taste of you. Drink from you, enjoy how sweet you are. "Let's get this off." He curls you forward, and tugs at your dress, deliciously pleased when you help the effort, arms twisting behind your back to try to free your heavy tits. He shifts you so you're more on his thigh, cock straining against your hip. He groans when he brushes your nipples, dots of liquid beading, slick honey spilling over the curve of your breasts. He squeezes them, making eye contact with John, who licks his lips.

John dips his head, you jerk back into Simon. "Easy," he coos, hand firm on your belly, "John's gonna have a taste. Don't want this all to go to waste, d'you? Don't wanna be selfish sweet girl." His captain's mustache brushes against the sensitive skin, mouth closing around your nipple and sucking, a sensation you seem to enjoy, because you tip your head back on Simon's shoulder and groan.

"Oh, oh. God." John's jaw connects with Simon's fingers, where he's still helping squeeze you into his mouth, and he reaches between your legs, feeling for the weight of his captain's cock, giving him a firm squeeze before lining him up with your entrance. He pulls off your breast with a satisfying pop, mustache wet, chin glistening.

He pushes, slowly, and your muscles go solid, legs instinctively shifting. John grips the back of your thigh, burrowing into the fat there, still forcing his way inside you. They're both so much bigger than you, wider than your pussy allows, longer than you should be able to stretch. "Relax, love." He coaches, pulling out to only batter his way back in, and Simon's hand roams between your legs, feeling the curve of your hole struggling to take his captain, stroking up his length to feel how much is left. You're panting, squirming, and John laughs, echo of a chuckle pulling a smile from Simon.

"J-John." You gasp, cunt stretched tight, and when his pelvis meets your ass, the tears spill over your cheeks. "It's t-too much, you're-"

"Fuckin' hell." He snarls, snapping in and out, bending at the waist to close his mouth over your nipple, big hands cradling your thighs. It's nasty, foul, the slick slap of his balls swinging into you, the wet sound filling the air over your wild moans. Simon plays with your clit, sloshing over and over it, holding you steady as you writhe. Your second orgasm approaches like a freight train, so fast, so violent, and Simon urges you on.

"Cum on my captain's cock, honey. Yeah, that's it- let him feel it." Your toes curl and you explode, squeezing so tight John has to seal his hips to you to keep himself inside.

"Christ." He curses, and Simon smoothes a hand over your forehead.

"Such a good girl, huh? Never felt anything better." He coos, kissing your temple, John grunting out an agreement of sorts, grinding in a circle before pulling long and spearing you open again, bucking into your cunt like a wild animal. Your tits bounce with him, eyes closed and pretty mouth parted, Simon licking inside, dribbling spit onto your tongue that you swallow, again and again, until John's pace becomes frantic, and he bites out a demand.

"Ask your daddy if I can give you my cum, love." You're delirious, overwhelmed and greedy now, pliant with two orgasms and promises of more.

"Daddy, daddy, p-please, can he... can he?" You manage the bumpy plea between bounces.

"Y'want him to pump you full of cum, mama? Want him to give it to you?"

"Y-yeah, yeah. Give it to me." John's jaw is gnashed so tight, Simon can see the muscle flexing, and he slams into you, shoving you further into his arms.

"Here it comes, fuck-." He snarls, and then he shoves forward once more, head tipped back, gladiator in his glory, battle won.

He pulls away, cock slipping free, covered in you, curly hair at the root soaked, chest heaving as he catches his breath. Simon tucks his fingers inside, feeling the mess of his captain's load, scooping some out and bringing it to your lips. "Suck, honey. Lick 'em clean f'me." You do, wrapping your tongue around them, swallowing hungrily with half lidded eyes.

"Sit rep?" John grunts.

"Y'okay mama?" He palms your belly.

"Mhmm." You're suspended in a dream, voracious appetite soothed.

"Need you to take more, sweet girl. Can you do that?" He will honor it, if you say no. Clean you up and get you home, tucked into bed-

but you nod, blinking, and John smacks your ass. "Up, then." He pulls you onto all fours, massive hands pulling your cheeks up and apart, exposing your tight little furl to both of them. Simon glances over, and John sucks into the pocket of his cheek. He follows suit, and-

they spit onto your asshole, shiny, iridescent globs coating it, soaking it, slipping down to where you're leaking strings of John's cum. He thumbs your ring, pushing, testing, slowly sinking inside as you twitch and try to push him out. "Gonna take this one day." It's a promise for another time, and you turn over your shoulder, eyes wide. "Gonna stretch your little asshole out with my cock, mama."

"Simon-" Your voice borders on cautionary.

"Not tonight." John stands, sinking to his knees on the opposite of the couch, half hard cock starting to fill as it looms in front of your face, and Simon lines himself up from behind, impaling you on his cock in one swift thrust, jerking your hips back to meet his.

You scream. Mouth open wide, and at the same time, John shoves forward, cock finding purchase in your mouth, hands cradling your jaw. "Easy, pretty girl." He strokes your cheek, natural rhythm of Simon fucking you deep forcing you on and off John's length, soft turning quickly to hard, stretching back towards your throat.

"Fuck, mama. Feel so fuckin' good. So wet, full of cum already." You're still so tight, so warm, soaking him to the bone. Your pussy squelches around him, and you jerk back to meet him, hips rolling as much as you can stand it, sharp moans vibrating from the back of your tongue. "Not gonna last." He warns.

"Me either," John's biceps are strained, corded muscle looping all the way to his wrists. "Mouth's so good on 'er. Gonna fill you up from both ends tonight, love." You're crying now, Simon can hear the change in your tone, the way your voice breaks, and it only makes him fuck you harder, desperate, primal urges roaring to life in the back of his mind.

"Gonna put it deep, mama. Give y'another baby." You clench. "You like that? Want daddy to fuck another baby into you?" You make some sort of sound, unintelligible, but it doesn't matter. "We won't know who's it is. Could end up with John's baby, yeah? Get nice and fat with him inside you. Belong to both of us." he groans it, thrusting and thrusting until he's slamming into you and so is John, both men sweating, grunting, gripping onto you like their lives depend on it.

It doesn't take much more than that before Simon is curling over your back, chest pressed against you, arm snaked between your legs. He pulls you into another orgasm with him, your thighs clamped around his arm, and John holds you up by the shoulders, spilling down your throat as Simon floods your womb.

The silence that follows is old hat, but new with you. John disappears to grab water, warm, wet wash cloths, and Simon rocks you on the couch, holding you tight, kissing every spare inch of your skin. "Did so good for me, mama." You sigh, cozying closer, and when John kneads your thigh, you spread them, allowing him to wipe between your legs, clean you as best he can, before settling on the other side.

They stay like that, for a while. In the quiet, the sound of your breathing, before Simon manages to get your dress over your head and to the door.

There's no goodbye.

There never is.

[onismdaydream]

i saw this video and omggg it got me thinking thoughts..

18+ mdni. short drabble, not proofread. gn reader but strap on is involved so afab implied? whiny sub gojo bc i know it in my heart to be true.

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"please, fuck—" satoru always gets so whiny, so desperate and pretty when your fingers trace along his chest. "touch me already, need it so bad." the flush on his face spreads down to his collarbone, painting a rose hue on his pale skin. you can't help but admire it. your pretty boy.

another needy groan leaves his lips when your hand dips down to his v-line, inching oh so close to where he's aching for you. you could easily grab him, easily help soothe the burning desire he has for your touch. knowing satoru, he would melt under you, praises and profanities spilling from his mouth as you coaxed orgasm after orgasm from him.

but he should know he doesn't give demands to you. he takes what you give him and nothing more. perhaps it's time for a reminder.

"don't worry, pretty boy," you soothe, keeping your voice soft and sweet, as you retract your hands from him, earning a grumble from the white haired sorcerer. "i'm not going far."

satoru sits up slightly, supporting his weight on his elbows as he watches you retrieve your strap. it's not how he expected the night to go, but he certainly isn't going to complain. you knew exactly how to work that thing, making him see stars every time.

though, as you step closer, he notices the glimmer mischief in your eyes a tad too late. you're already reaching around his back to tighten to strap to him, making sure the fake cock was secure.

"what? you want me with two dicks?" he raises an eyebrow, the corners of his lips twitching up. "if you wanted to try double pen—" satoru's words die as your hand reaches up to stroke the strap, your fingers rolling over the head.

"hm? what were you saying?" you tease, your other hand running up and down his thigh.

"wha.." satoru's tongue shoots out to lick at his lips, trying to get his brain to catch up. "what are you doing..?"

"touching you, baby." you smile at him, all sweet like, as if you're not subjecting him to some new kind of torture. you're working the fake cock like you would his, stroking nice and slow along the length. you don't miss the way his own cock jumps as he watches you through his white lashes. "isn't this what you wanted?"

[mattsnight]

Nice and quiet - Chris Sturniolo

Summary: sex with Chris Sturniolo in the bathroom.

Warnings: sex, oral (female!Receiving), use of y/n, cursing, pet names and all that.

A/N: this might be my last kinktober fic, but im not sure! Thank you all for the support💙

(Not proofread!)

You’ve been hanging out with your boyfriend and his brothers all day. Chris, your boyfriend, was wearing this new shirt, which got you turned on. It was his new fresh love merch. The blue one. He obviously noticed your state and couldn’t help teasing you about it.

He walks up to you as you’re standing infront of the bathroom mirror. His hands land on your sides before sliding down to your ass. A soft gasp leaves your mouth, your grip already tightening on the counter.

“You like my shirt that much, huh?” He teases. You let out a soft gasp, needing his touch badly. He decides to give in by slowly grinding against you. Oh and that felt good. You pull your short shorts down. Chris’ hands immediately move to help you, pulling your shorts and underwear down in one swift motion. He lifts you up onto the counter, spreading your legs apart. "God, you're so wet. I can see it dripping down your thighs."

You bite your lip at his comment, getting even wetter within seconds. You open your mouth to make a sound but Chris stops you. He leans in close, his breath hot against your ear. "Shh, bite down hard on that lip. You wouldn't want anyone to hear you moaning for me, would you?" He slowly pushes two fingers inside you, feeling you stretch around him. "You're so tight."

“F-fuck..” you gasp out, quickly covering your mouth. Chris continues to slowly push his fingers in and out of you, feeling you grow wetter and warmer with each movement. "That's it, baby. Let me take care of you." He leans down and kisses your neck, his teeth gently biting your skin. "Come for me when you can, quietly."

“Feels so good..” you say as Chris’ long fingers curve upwards, finding that sweet spot inside you. He grins as he feels your body tense around him, your breathing becoming shallower. "Look at you, already clenching around me. Good girl." He increases his pace, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing in slow circles. He can feel your body trembling, knowing you're close. "That's it, just like that. Come on my fingers, nice and quiet for me."

Your head is spinning at this point, you don’t know what to do or say. “Is too much!” You cry out. It’s definitely not too much. Well maybe it is, but you want this. Chris’ free hand covers your mouth as he feels your body stiffen, your body tensing and releasing as you reach your climax. He can feel your hot breath against his hand, stifling your moan. “Shh, that’s it baby.”

As you come down from your high, Chris removes his hand from your mouth, bringing his glistening fingers to his lips and sucking them clean. His eyes flutter closed as he tastes you, a low groan escaping him. He opens his eyes, finding yours. “They definitely heard us.” He grins. You roll your eyes. They most definitely did.

Heavy pants leave your mouth. This was so insane and good at the same time. Chris pulls you into his arms, taking you to the bedroom before gently laying you down. His voice is soft, laced with a hint of vulnerability as he lays beside you, his arm instinctively wrapping around your shoulders. “Wanna stay like this for a bit? Just quiet?” He asks, kissing your head. You nod, clinging on to him.

This was the best sex you’ve ever had.

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

hii can you write about bale!bruce being an ass guy and just constantly grabbing and squeezing your ass whenever you’re on his lap and especially during sex, he would be doing all that and slapping it a lot? thank you sm i hope this isn’t too weird to ask!! 😭🫶

That's not too weird at all!! 🩷

This isn't exactly what you asked for, but the horny part of my brain took over, and there was no stopping it lol

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Sweet as a Peach 🍑

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Okay, but imagine this...

You're laying on your bed, turned on your stomach while reading a book or looking through your phone. It's late already, only the faint glow of the lamp on your bedside table illuminating the room.

Your legs are bare, as your usual sleep attire consisted of a top of some sort short and a pair of panties. Sleep is tugging at your limbs, your eyelids begin to droop, and your head feels heavy.

In comes Bruce, your husband, dressed in a pair of pajama pants and, fortunately for you, no shirt. He takes a moment to admire your form.

The curve of your back and your shoulders, your hips that look so soft and comfortable to grab and your legs, moving around a bit as you adjust your position.

And then, his favorite part. Your ass that looks like it was crafted by the gods. At least in his eyes. It's so perfect. He can't find a single flaw. It fades into your thighs so nicely, and the shimmering stretch marks accentuate its form even better.

Next thing he knows, he's staring at your behind with dilated pupils and a slack jaw. He's itching to take a handful, wanting to feel the supple flesh spill between his fingers. Bruce steps closer, the mattress dipping under his weight.

The tips of his fingers ghost over the curve of your ass, making a shiver run up your spine. You giggle, knowing exactly what's about to happen. As ridiculous as it sounds, Bruce was almost hypnotized, completely focused on your rear. His feather light touches turn into a gentle kneading of the fat, to digging his hands into the flesh.

You wiggle your hips from side to side with a cheeky smile, watching as he shot you a look before his lips were pressed to the backs of your thighs, trailing sloppy kisses up your leg. The soft hum that falls from your lips turns into a gasp when Bruce nips at your cheek, soothing it with a soft kiss.

He sucks hickeys and gently bites at your ass and thighs, covering them in various blooming shades of purple and blue. You could swear he spent hours worshipping your behind to his heart's content.

He hums against your skin, running his tongue up the inside of your thigh, nudging your legs to open wider. Bruce gently rubs his hands over the many marks, leaning forward to press a kiss to your shoulder before he settles back into his favorite place.

He noses the gusset of your underwear, making you instinctively arch your back, which in turn makes a wicked grin spread over his face.

He ended up eating you out until the sun rose, reveling in the beautiful sounds you made and how your body reacted to his tongue running along the seam of your cunt.

Whenever your hips would flinch away from his mouth, he'd deliver firm spanks to your ass, scolding you for interrupting his meal. He's obsessed. Your thighs clenched around his head, his cheek resting agaisnt your rear as he lazily licked and flicked his tongue over your clit.

He made you come undone so many times that you had to fend him off with a stick by the end.

Bruce loves to use your ass as a pillow. He'll collapse on top of you and use your cheeks as cloudy head support while he knocks out for a good few hours. Mainly after patrol.

Because where you see your ass, Bruce sees two perfectly good clouds to take a nap on.

<3

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I hope it was satisfactory nonetheless!!

《tag list》: @allysunny @arkhamknightscxnt @gaozorous-rex-blog @hellonheels-x

(Lmk if you want to be added! Currently writing for Bale!Bruce, Jason Todd and Dick Grayson!)

[ribbonprincess]

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JJ got a hand in your hair,scratching at your scalp softly while John b has a warm hand under your(his) shirt as he runs the tip of his finger down your spine. "you getting sleepy pup?" He ask,looking down at you while you hum,snuggling further between the two guys.

"yeah... you're so warm" you mumble as your eyelids start to close slowly,head tilted into JJ's hand while you hum happily. "I just..my brain doesn't want to turn off but I wanna sleep" you whine, receiving a coo from both boys as they look at each other with a knowing smirk. "you need that Brain turned off cupcake?" JJ asks,receiving a nod in response. John b hand travels down your back over the curve of your ass as you hum contently,letting his finger run over your clothed pussy.

"bee..." "I know,pup,I've got you...just relax mh?" Nodding with a smile you let him peel your panties down your legs as JJ starts to press sticky kisses on your neck. Your brunette boyfriend moves over the edge of the bed,spreading your legs apart as he hums. "there's my girl...should see her JJ,so wet" the boy chuckles,pressing a kiss to your clit before moving his finger over your mouth. "wet them for me,angel"

Opening your mouth you twirl your tongue around his digits,coating them in spit as he brings them back down,ghosting them over your entrance before slowly moving them inside. "yeah...there you go,nice and warm hm?" Before you can answer JJ tilt your head to the side,showing his tongue into your mouth as John b starts to move his fingers.

"just relax hm,we've got you princess" JJ mumbles as his hand moves over your tits,squeezing them with a pleased groan. Grinding into John B's palms you release a high pitched whine "bee" "yeah,can feel you squeezing me tight,you close already baby? just needed this so much?"Nodding in response,your back arches off the bed,holding onto your blonde boyfriend forearm for support as you clench around John b fingers. JJ smirk from behind you,continuing his work of fondling your boobs as his lips sucks at the skin between your neck and shoulder, "c'mon,sweets.. know you got in you,just need to let it out" he whispers into your ear. John b presses a kiss to your clit before bringing his thumb over it,rubbing the bundle in circles as he smiles. "let it go,pup" After a few more pumps you press your face into JJ's chest,moaning at the overwhelming sensations,the tanned skin boy slowly still his movements before removing his fingers completely out of you,licking them clean before coming back up and pressing a kiss to your lips. "let's get you clean up" He mumbles,chucking at your already closed eyes,a hum is all he gets as an answer as he wipes you down with a wet towel. "out like a light she goes" JJ chuckles as you snuggle into his side,John b taking his previous spot on your other side before pressing a kiss to your head. "goodnight puppy"

[jxwl4k]

Sneak Attack

Plot: Bakugou’s tough demeanor at UA is constantly challenged by YN’s unintentional act of kindness, slowly revealing a softer side of him.

Bakugou and YN were classmates at UA High, but Bakugou found himself in an unusual problem whenever he was around YN. She had this knack for doing adorable things without realizing it, like smiling brightly or being naturally kind. For Bakugou, who was known for his tough exterior and explosive temper, this was a constant source of flustering embarrassment.

Whenever YN would smile at him or innocently compliment his achievements, Bakugou's face would turn red. He'd often snap at her, "Damn you and your sneak attack! I told you to stop it!" YN would always look confused because she had no idea what he meant.

One day, during a training exercise, YN accidentally tripped and Bakugou, being nearby, rushed to help her up. She thanked him with a genuine smile, and Bakugou, caught off guard by her sweetness, mumbled something incomprehensible before storming off, his face as red as his explosions.

Bakugou clenched his fists as he watched YN effortlessly help a lost kitten down from a tree during lunch break. Her gentle smile and soft-spoken reassurances to the scared animal made Bakugou's heart skip a beat. As she returned, unaware of his gaze, Bakugou grumbled under his breath.

"Darn it, YN! Stop being so damn... nice!"

YN tilted her head, puzzled. "Huh? What did I do now, Bakugou?"

"Nothing! Forget it!" Bakugou snapped, turning away to hide the faint blush on his cheeks.

Later that week, during a training session, Bakugou and YN found themselves partnered together for a sparring exercise. YN, always cheerful and supportive, encouraged Bakugou as they strategized.

"You've got this, Bakugou! Just like we practiced!"

Bakugou couldn't help but feel a surge of determination fueled by her unwavering belief in him. As they fought side by side, he noticed YN's effortless grace and quick reflexes, which complemented his explosive power perfectly.

After a successful round, YN beamed at him, her eyes sparkling with pride. "See? We make a great team!"

Bakugou grunted in response, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips before he turned away, muttering something about needing to train harder.

As the school year progressed, Bakugou found himself seeking out YN's company more often, whether it was for study sessions or casual chats. Each time he saw her smile or heard her laugh, Bakugou's heart raced uncontrollably. It was infuriating how easily she could affect him.

One afternoon, after a particularly intense training session, YN approached Bakugou with a bottle of water and a concerned expression. "Are you okay, Bakugou? You pushed yourself really hard today."

Bakugou scoffed but accepted the water nonetheless. "I'm fine. Just need to work on a few things."

YN nodded understandingly, then surprised Bakugou by gently patting his shoulder. "You're doing great, Bakugou. Don't be so hard on yourself."

Bakugou felt a warmth spread through him at her words, and he found himself blurting out, "Damn it, YN! You're always doing this!"

YN blinked in confusion. "Doing what?"

"Sneak attacking me with your... your kindness!" Bakugou's face flushed crimson, but he met YN's gaze with a rare vulnerability in his eyes.

YN's confusion melted into a soft smile. "Oh, Bakugou... I didn't realize."

Before Bakugou could react further, YN leaned in and hugged him briefly, catching him completely off guard. Bakugou stiffened for a moment before tentatively returning the hug, his heart pounding in his chest.

From that day on, Bakugou gradually became more comfortable showing his softer side around YN. They shared moments of laughter, understanding, and occasional bickering that only brought them closer together.

As graduation day approached, Bakugou found himself standing nervously in front of YN, a small box in his hands. He had rehearsed what he wanted to say a hundred times in his head, but now, his mind went blank.

YN tilted her head, smiling gently. "What's on your mind, Bakugou?"

Bakugou took a deep breath, then blurted out, "I... I like you, YN. More than just a friend."

YN's eyes widened in surprise, then softened with happiness. "Oh, Bakugou..."

Before she could say anything else, Bakugou quickly opened the box to reveal a small pendant shaped like an explosion, symbolizing their time together at UA High.

"I know it's not much," Bakugou muttered, suddenly feeling awkward.

YN took the pendant delicately in her hands, her eyes shining with tears of joy. "It's perfect, Bakugou. Thank you."

Bakugou scratched the back of his head, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. "Yeah, well... don't get used to me being all mushy like this."

YN laughed, a sound that warmed Bakugou's heart like nothing else. "I wouldn't dream of it, Bakugou."

As they walked hand in hand towards their future, Bakugou couldn't help but feel grateful for YN's persistent kindness that had turned his world upside down in the best possible way. And amidst all the explosions and challenges they faced, their love continued to grow, strong and steady like Bakugou's unwavering resolve.

[etfrin]

❝ꜱᴏᴜʟꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ❞ — chapter eight | coriolanus snow

「ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ:」 SFW | Coriolanus Snow

「ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ:」 young! Coriolanus Snow x fem! Reader

「ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ:」 Coryo wakes up in the hospital and finds you... oh! you guys share a bed btw <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>

「ᴀ/ɴ:」 hope y'all like this!!

beta read by the amazing spectacular @nowitsmissing

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Coriolanus Snow could hear a certain buzz as he regained consciousness. He soon realized it was the noise of the machine attached to him. The groan he lets out is louder than he thought as he opens his eyes and begins to sit up.

He blinks, the dim light of the hospital filling his eyes up and it hurts. He looked to his left and saw the empty beds beside him, a few nurses fluttering around, not paying any attention to anything except their remaining work.

He looks to his right, and he won't ever admit the fact that his eyes watered. A few teardrops even rolled down on his cheeks without his consent. You were there, safe and present. Curled up in a chair, sleeping. He hissed softly as he wiped the moisture away from his face. He ignored the sting he felt whenever he moved. The wound in his back would surely scar.

At least it wasn't his face.

He stands up on his feet, his arm holding the IV pole for support. He wondered briefly if he should wake you up but decided against it. It certainly wasn't because you looked so pretty right now, he just wanted you well rested. That's it (not).

But his attention is stolen by his tribute on the TV. Lucy Gray Baird live on the screens of every TV in Panem. Even the nurses had stopped working to look at her. She held a guitar. Coriolanus was glad that Sejanus Plinth did one thing right in his life.

“Good evening. Capitol. Districts,” she said. Her fingertips were on the strings of the lovely guitar. “I wrote this song for a boy back in twelve. I hope he hears it.”

Then she begins to strum out a tune and a sweet melody begins to play with heartbreaking lyrics.

“When I was a babe, I fell in the holler

When I was a girl, I fell into your arms

We fell on hard times, and we lost our bright Colors

You went zu the dogs, and I lived by my charms

I danced for my dinner, spread kisses like honey

You stole and you gambled, and I said you should

We sang for our soppers, we drunk up our money

And one day you left, saying I was no good…"

He grinned, Lucy Gray certainly painted a picture of a heartbroken girl nicely. It would certainly win the hearts of the Capitol if the sobbing of the nurses he could hear was any sign. Plus, he was sure Sejanus Plinth would be blinded by jealousy. The thought made Coriolanus feel so much better.

Then his attention turns to you, your voice much sweeter despite being raspy, “It was a rebel bombing they said.” You continue, “They wanted to destroy the symbols of the Games. Marcus, Sejanus Plinths’ tribute ran away. And several died. We were lucky.”

You stand up and stretch your arms. And he hates himself for his eyes lowered to see the flash of skin you showed when your shirt rose. He swallowed and pretended that his increased heartbeat wasn't because of you.

You walk up to him.

“You were lucky,” you said, your hand caging his with a hold he cherished. You rest your head on his shoulder and both of you watch the song end together, and Lucy walks off stage.

You begin to explain again, “Tigris had to leave for work. Sejanus left to give Lucy Gray the guitar. They both were present and worried.”

Your head turns to his side, and you whisper, “You're not allowed to get hurt again.”

“I don't think I have that in control-” Coriolanus begins to say, his voice defensive. He could see the tiredness in your eyes. He could see you overwhelmed by what happened. He didn't need to ask ‘Real or not?’. He knew.

You squeezed his hand so hard that he saw white in his vision, a surprised groan leaving his lips. “You're not allowed to get hurt,” you emphasized. Your eyes narrowed in a glare, you looked a bit adorable with how worn out you were and Coriolanus wanted to smile at you. He decided against it when the hold got tighter and he was pretty sure his hand wasn't getting any blood flow.

“Fine,” he agreed, “I won't get hurt again.”

He knew it wasn't in his control. But for you, he would try. There was no way to rationalize why so he put the promise he just made to you to the back of his mind.

Your hand loses the death grip and you gently make him sit down on the bed again. “Ma I mean Sejanus’ mom sent some food for us. She's sad that she couldn't visit,” you said.

“Ma?” He questioned.

“She told me to call her that. I had plenty of dinners at Sejanus place.” You answered.

“Plenty, huh?” He muttered it was so obviously jealous that you raised an eyebrow at him. You dig out a container from a bag and place it on your lap. In your hand, you had utensils for one person.

“Feel free to invite me to yours, Snow.”

But he couldn't, and that increased his jealousy even more. Sejanus could feed you steaks, and sweets and what could Coriolanus feed you? Expired milk and cabbage soup. He didn't say anything further, letting the hurt fester in his heart.

He decided to give you something else instead.

“Coryo…” he whispered, his eyes vulnerable, “Call me Coryo from now on.” Coryo was a nickname for his friends and family. Something intimate to him, something he owns to himself. And he was giving it to you and hoped that you accepted it.

“Coryo,” you tried out, and it sounded perfect from your lips. It sounded so much like the fate he avoids, that he looks away. He blames his blurry eyes on tiredness.

“Now eat,” you said, taking his attention with the spoonful of rice you held in front of him.

“I can feed myself,” he said. He wasn't that hurt. He could move his limbs fine. He can feed himself. He is not a child. You don't have to treat him as one.

“Don't care, Coryo. It's for me rather than for you,” you stated, “Please, Coryo.”

He doesn't argue. He doesn't know what to refute when your eyes turn pleading. And he knew that you were making the impression so he would give in. And so he did. Who was he to reject you after all?

He lets you feed him the rice and chicken gravy Sejanus's mom cooked deliciously. It was hundredfolds better than anything Coriolanus could compare to. He will remember to pass his thanks to Sejanus.

After the box is devoid of any food, it's returned to its place in the bag. And you curled up in the uncomfortable seat again. Coriolanus didn't like it very much, it was obvious it wasn't the most luxurious place to sleep in. Surely, your back and neck will hurt when you wake up tomorrow.

He moves himself until there's space in his small, hospital bed. He pats the space. “Come here,” he said. Before you could protest, he adds, “It's for me rather than for you.”

You don't argue with him, instead you slip him beside him. Your body against his in the small bed. He lets out a shuddering breath that you don't notice. His arm is under your head, being used as a pillow. In a sense, you were cuddling with how quickly your legs had tangled with his and your arm was over his torso. He felt caged, and he never knew being caged could feel good not suffocating. It could feel safe.

You made him feel safe.

NEXT PART

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Actually obsessed with your Satyr!König :((( He needs a pretty nymph that just freezes when she sees him, ‘cause! Look at him!! He’s tall, handsome, got a good layer of fat on his muscles AND a big dick with breeder balls!! Her friends and sisters all scatter but she doesn’t because he’s a catch!! And he wants to mate?!! Count her in! Reader ends up happy while the other nymphs watch with jealousy as she gets dicked down to her heart’s content 😌

CW: 18+ cockwarming, breeding kink, pure filth, horny, selfish König

Sorry but Satyr!König is just awful, thinking he's entitled to a pretty, soft nymph like you :( This big hairy beast thinks it's only natural that a nasty faun wants to grope a poor, sensitive, shy little nymph, only thinks satyrs and nymphs are a perfect match! It's disgusting!

You don't know what came over you, walking over to him and dismissing the other nymphs' shocked, hissed warnings. You were just mesmerized by that thing between his legs, wanting to try if it would fit inside you, but you almost faint when the gross faun stops what he's doing and shoots all his attention towards you. The cock pulses in his hand just from the sight of you, and you feel like collapsing as you weakly go and straddle this beast. Legs spread on both sides of a hairy stomach, the monstrous cock is jumping, eager to get inside you.

Satyr!König has no trouble with taking you right here in this glade while the other nymphs watch and whisper in horror and in awe. All your friends you just frolicked with are staring in shock as this beast bullies his cock into you, inch by throbbing inch. You're helpless and sobbing by the time he groans, long and hard, and bottoms out…

Gives you no mercy as he starts to pound into you, tries to paw and squish your tits with large clawed hands, has a vile smile across his face when he finally gets to fuck a cute, silly nymph. Solely thinks with his dick as he ruts you with a frenzy, almost bucking you off of his hips.

You have to take support from the sweaty, hairy chest as he uses you like you're just a warm, wet hole for him to finally spurt his seed into: and of course you're a much better option than the cold, wet ground! He's not holding back now that he finally got a sweet nymph to sit on his cock...!

He's possessed, growling and grunting like an animal in heat as he stares at your bouncing breasts, right there in front of his face as you try to desperately hold on with both hands, unable to cover your soft, jiggling tits from a hungry lustful gaze. Groans when you try to caress the fat horns on his head, whining he's about to cum, and you get so angry at him, you only just got started! :(

He goes still without warning, balls pressed fat against your bum, thick shaft shooting rude spurts inside you as he roars and shudders beneath you. There's nowhere to escape, he keeps you in place with two strong hands, making sure you won't try to wriggle away. You should've known that he's horrible; he's a satyr after all, and satyr men are blessed with long orgasms and thick, ample seed. You will be in so much trouble now, this one is such a big specimen, too...

When you complain that he was too rough and only thought of himself, he laughs darkly and promises to give you a wash and lap you with his tongue. He will make you scream, nice and pretty for him! Pats your butt like you're just a dumb little creature for him to use as he pleases.

Satyrs can't be trusted at all, he won't even let you off of his cock, clearly just wants to warm himself inside a cute, grumpy nymph :(

Tries the place where you are joined with his fingers, and rumbles with content when he feels how snug you are around him, the seed safe where it belongs and not leaking out if he keeps his cock stuffed inside you like this :((

[thecowinblack]

Burning Hearts pt 2

Moodboard Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4

Pairing: Eris x Reader, Earlier Azriel x reader

Summary: You arrive at the Autumn court and things are no longer what it used to be and without either your brother or Azriel in the way you and Eris start to catch feelings for each other.

Warnings ⚠️: A little agains, Mentions about sex, Alcohol, fluff, Mean!Azriel, mean!Rhysand, Swearing, mentions about cheating.

Word count: 1549

AN: Firstly I want to thank everyone who has supported me. I love you guys and I am ao thankful for everyone who's liked, followed or reshared. I'm sorry that it took such long time for me to finish this but I've had a lot going on. Hope you like the fic! Love/The cowinblack.

You arrived at the autumn court, feeling nauseous after the past events of the day. Azriel, the mate you’d loved ever since you met him so long ago, wasn't yours anymore. Looking up, Eris was already by your side, concern in his eyes.

“What happened, love?” He calmly asked.

“Azriel… Elain'' That was the only words that came out of your mouth, tears streaming down your face. But Eris didn't need anything else, he understood. You had told him about your concerns with Azriel and Elain earlier. Eris pulled you into a hug and you just stood there crying out for what felt like an eternity until the world became dark and you fell into a long dreamless sleep.

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It had gone weeks since you got to the autumn court and you and Eris were closer than ever. Since Beron had been assassinated just months before there was a lot to fix here, laws to remove and things to change. You had helped Eris all you could, even if he said that you should rest and regain your strength. But you’d just laughed it off. Working distracted you and when Eris realized that he’d given you your own office and now you could sit all day working and helping people in need. 

Suddenly you heard a knock on the door and Eris walked in.

“Good afternoon sweetie, care for a stroll in the gardens? I’ve got dinner so we can have a picnic.” He told you. You hadn't really realized that it was already afternoon. Guess time goes faster when you have fun.

“Yeah, sure” Only now realizing how hungry you were.”I'm starving,” you added with a little giggle.

“Good you really should take more breaks from working, otherwise you're going to get wrinkles all over your beautiful face!” Eris joked and you shared a laugh. A laugh, that was the first time since Azriel cheated you’d actually laughed. Adoration shone from Eris' eyes, he really looked like you were his sun, the only thing that mattered to him. 

“Come on, I wanna eat before it gets dark!” You giggled, dragging him out in the fresh air. You and Eris walked around in the gardens for a bit before you got to your usual place, a beautiful orange tree beside a river. As you spread out the blanket Eris took out the stuff that was in his mystery basket. Strawberries, wine, pancakes and even more delicious things that made your mouth water. You sat and ate and talked for a while and when the time had reached midnight the two of you were drunk, like really drunk.

“You look really pretty tonight Y/N” He told you.

“ So do you, handsome.”

As his eyes met yours the both of you leaned forward and your lips met. The kiss wasn't gentle nor sweet, it was passionate, needy. As the kiss deepened something clicked. Maybe you and Azriel were wrong for each other. Because the passion you felt with Eris was something that you never had experienced earlier. 

Carefully Eris laid you down on the blanket.

“Is this okay with you love?” he asked nicely.

“Yes, Eris, yes.” You mumbled into his hair. And so you ended up making love in the fresh autumn air.

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The next morning you were woken up by a gentle kiss pressed against your forehead.

“Good morning love, how are you feeling?” Eris asked. 

“Amazing, how do you feel?” You asked with a sleepy voice.

“Better than ever.” He said, now trailing kisses down your neck. “But we have to talk about us.” He continued.

“Of course, Eris I love you, a part of me always has, as you were the one who took care of me all those months ago when we got back from Under the mountain. You were there for me when no one else was, not even my mate. I totally understand if you don't have the same fee-” Eris cut you off with a kiss, a kiss so different from the one you shared before, this was so much more… Real. He wasn't leaving you.

“I love you Y/n, you're my world, I've loved you for so long, always thinking that you didn't see me in that way, we can take it slow if you want, but you’re the one I want by my side, forever.” Eris declared.

“Your little drama queen.” Was the only thing you could get out of your mouth, to shocked by the fact that Eris, the boy you’d had a crush on since you were so very young, was declaring his love before you.

“Well I'm your drama queen.” He laughed pulling you into another kiss.

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Months past and you and Eris just grew closer. Your family had made several attempts to see you but you didn't feel ready. They had abandoned you when you needed them the most and you couldn't just forget that. Rhysands had said in a letter that everyone was missing me and that Cassian, Mor and Amren almost had killed Azriel for what he’d done. They were all sorry and just wanted me to come home.But the Night court wasn't your home anymore. Slowly you’d begun to love The Autumn Court and Eris and you had gotten married just days ago. Now you’re Autumn's high lady. It wasn't official. Just the court knew and you wanted to wait before declaring it, or at least make it dramatical. You and Eris had discussed when and where and then the perfect opportunity showed up:

 A High Lord (and lady) meeting was to be held at the Day Court, to discuss the restoration of Prythian. And you were going to be there, but for the first time you weren't going to stand by your brother's side, no you were going to have your own throne next to Eris. If you were going to see Rhys you were going to do it on your own accord. That was when you were going to reveal your title. And that meeting, that meeting was today. Right now you were packing and planning what to talk about, what to wear and how to act. You’d known Helion since you were a little kid and the two of you’d always gotten along. He was like you, hiding all his troubles with humor and you hoped that your friendship would help to stabilize an official, and well needed, alliance between the Day Court and the Autumn court.

“Love, are you ready? We have to get going now!” Eris said as he entered your room, greeting you with a kiss on your cheek.

“Yeah let me just get changed real quick!” You murmured to him.

“Do you need a hand?” He asked playfully. 

“No we don't have much time and I have a feeling that if you help me my dress is probably going off instead of on” You told him and quickly went into your ginormous wardrobe, an adorable chuckle following you. The dress you had chosen to wear was a piece of art. It was a clear beautiful red color which faded out into endless yellows and oranges. The bodice looked to be made of leaves in all of autumn's colors. It was in short just… Ethereal. You quickly got changed and right outside your room you saw the pleasant sight of your husband leaning against the doorframe. He was clad in a stunning tailored suit, a suit that matched your dress perfectly. In his hand he held the tiara version of the crown that covered the top of his head. He sweetly placed it on top of your head and then held out his arm for you to take. You laid your arm on his and a couple moments later you had arrived in Helions favored castle. 

Eris had winnowed the two of you to one of the many entrances where the two of you were greeted by a couple guards. They scienly led you into a ginormous, beautiful room with a glass roof painted in gorgeous golden patterns. Around a round marble table 8 chairs were placed. You quickly realized that the two of you were the first to arrive since the only people in the room, beside the two of you, were Helion and a couple guards. When he saw us he strode towards us with softness in his gaze. 

“Y/N! Long time no see. I heard what happened in the Night court and I became so worried that I wouldn't get to see you here!” He greeted you coming in for a hug. You wrapped your arms around his broad figure as he lifted you up, spinning you in the air.

“Oh and hello to you too Eris, what a fine Lady you have gotten your hands on.” Helion said as he put you down.

Eris answered with a chuckle and then spoke. “Fine indeed. Helion could you be an angel and ask your guards to get another chair. We can't have Autumn's High Lady stand through the whole meeting!” He announced.

“High Lady? Well Y/N I guess congratulations are in order-” Helion abruptly stopped and you knew what just happened. You spun around quickly, Eris clinging to your arm, offering support, as you uttered the words “Hello big brother.”

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An: I've got loooots of ideas for the next part and I hope to see you then!

[pedrisbanana]

hi can i please request a smut where some opponent calls gavi a kid or something or insults him so gavi fucks the players wife/gf as payback 😳

Pablo and his andalusian charms...

Enjoy 🍌

Garden Gnome

"Fucking child, go back to La Masia and learn the rules. Little garden gnome." Your boyfriend was screaming at Pablo Gavi. Some portuguese swear words followed. 

The referee was coming their way, but the two got themselves together before he decided to pull a card on them. Gavi was discussing with the neutral, but he waved him off until Pedri was pulling at the attackers sleeve. 

Just a few seconds later the two opponents got at each other again. The Athlético striker pushed Gavi purposely during a corner kick. The short footballer was raging. 

Your lips reading skills in Spanish, combined with the loud whistles coming from the crowd, weren't the best, but you were sure his words weren't nice. You couldn't even be mad. João could be very intense, especially when provoked.

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You congratulated your boyfriend with a sensual kiss in the locker room of the guest team. He told you to wait for him as he was called for an interview. The locker room was nearly empty as all the players left for the bus , so you started to pack João's stuff into his small Goyard beauty bag. 

"I can't believe Félix has got his fangirls stalking him up into the locker rooms." A light voice startled you. 

Dropping João's beauty bag onto the bench, you turned around. Pablo Gavira was walking towards you. 

"I'll have you know that I am João's girlfriend." you said, putting your hands on your hips. 

"Ah yes. My bad, I should have recognized your ass from his instagram." he teased, leaning against the table across from you. 

"Who's stalking who now, hm ?" you cocked an eyebrow.

The chuckle he let out was spiteful. "I'm looking for Félix because I want to clear out some things that happened on the pitch."

Gavi started playing with a bracelet on his wrist. The pearls were blue, red and gold. Probably self made and gifted to him by a fan. Cute.

"Well Gavi-" 

He interrupted you. "Pablo." 

"Pablo, João can be very rude when provoked, but to be honest, you aren't exactly tall." 

Yes. Pablo was only 5'7, but you still only reached his shoulders and his height didn't change the fact that he was insanely attractive. His clothes complemented his athletic but slim built. The oversized sweater making his shoulders look broad. 

The kiss came unexpected. His plush lips claimed yours as he trapped you against the locker with his body. Gavi's hands caught your hips. 

His tongue played with yours and you moaned into his mouth, making him grind his hips into yours. You felt him swollen against the baggy denim of his jeans. 

You were out of breath when the andalusian broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against yours. Your hands fisted the soft cotton of his fabric covered forearms for support. Knees feeling like jelly, you tried to clear your mind. 

Gavi smelled like a fresh shower and male. In a situation like this it was the most intoxicating smell, making you forget that you were João's girlfriend. 

He buried his face into your neck, kissing and nibbling on the sensitive skin. If he could feel your heartbeat on his lips, he would now that you were close to ventricular fluttering. His hands traveled down to hike your skirt up.

Your panties were soaked. It embarrassed you to be turned on by someone else than your boyfriend, but something about him made you mindless enough to let Gavi continue. 

He pushed the thin scrap of lace down your thighs until it pooled at your feet. You were exposed to him now. His voice was like honey in your ear. 

"You're so wet cariño. All for me, hm ?" Gavi's fingers spread the wetness from between your folds over your clit, making you clench. His touch was rough. Nothing about this was sweet. Your head fell back against the cold metal of the locker.

You whined when he let go of you. 

He walked back to the table and patted the surface. "C'mere mi amor. I want to fuck you like the whore you are." 

A pink tint adored your cheeks as you stepped out of your panties and walked over to him. He embraced you from behind, one of his hands pressing against your back, right were João's name was printed, so you laid flat on the table. 

You're heard him unzip his jeans and anticipated his touch. 

"Pablo." you moaned as he entered you. 

The stretch of him send delicious shivers down your spine and you moved your hips against him.  His hips snapped against your backside in a fast pace. 

Gavi put all his pent up frustration towards Joao into fucking you. 

"Your pussy is so tight hermosa, holding me in a vice grip." he groaned. 

The wet sounds of his dick slipping in and out of you mixed with your moans, hollowing through the room. 

His other hand moved to his mouth, wetting the fingertips, before he found your clit. Rubbing in figure eights you started to grind against his hips. The feeling of Gavi balls deep inside of you brought you closer to your orgasm. 

"You're such a slut, letting another footballer fuck you in your boyfriends jersey." The hand on your back moved to grab your ponytail, pulling. 

You arched into him as he leaned over you. His lips found your neck again, sucking. He wanted to leave marks. 

"Pablo, harder please. I need to come." you whimpered, almost screaming. 

"You need to be quiet, hermosa." He pushed two of his fingers in your mouth to shut you up. 

You started sucking on them, teasing with your tongue. Pushing them deeper, saliva dripped from the corners of your mouth. Your clit was pulsing and you were sure you were coming every second now.

Gavi's lips pecked their way to your flushed cheek. Pressing a chaste kiss to it.

"Cheaters don't get to orgasm, mi amor." He chuckled and with a few hard thrusts, released himself inside of you. 

His cum filled you up, but his fingers left your sweet spot, denying your own release. 

You turned to face him after he pulled out. You didn't know what to say, words stuck in your throat. 

"Clean me up." he smirked and stroked his cock in his hand, lubricated by your juices. 

You sunk to your knees and looked up again. 

"What ? Are you being shy now ? Don't give me the innocent act when you've got my cum squirting out of your pussy." Gavi grabbed your ponytail and pushed your face towards his cock. 

You slowly took the tip between your lips, when the door burst open. 

"Anjo, I'm sorry, they wanted me to-" The portuguese accent of your boyfriend made you freeze.

Gavi smirked, pulling his cock from your mouth, tucking himself away. He bent down to straighten your ponytail and wipe his sperm from your lips with his thumb. Flicking your nose, he smiled at you. 

He walked towards a startled João stopping beside him. 

"I just wanted a last review of my performance before going back to La Masia and looks like your girl has got a different impression."

A/N: Just a little smut for my comeback...

Leave me some feedback loves 💕

[xxsycamore]

❝ A LITTLE GIFT ❞

╰┈➤ You seek out Roger's company late in the night, excited about the little gift you're about to present him with. You're not sure, however, if it would please him or quite the contrary.

Roger Barel/f!Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Implied Alfons Sylvatica/Reader; Open Relationships; Butt Plugs; Implied Anal Sex; Sex Toys; Object Insertion; Desk Sex; Not Wearing Underwear; Breast Play; Nipple Play; Fondling; Dominance; Vaginal Sex; Rough Sex; Angry Sex; Creampie • wordcount: 2,001 • masterlist

Visions of Temptation 2024/KINKTOBER DAY 7: Sex Toys/Object Insertion

"Oh, you're here, 'lil lady."

You appreciate the way Roger puts a subtle hint of surprise in his tone, as if he didn't hear you enter the laboratory. You're glad to see him too.

"Are you finished for the night?"

Not wanting to bother him while he's working, you hope your guess is correct, given how you've found him. Glasses off, hand rubbing his temples, posture relaxed in his desk chair.

He catches your gaze with a smirk before putting his glasses back on. Letting him pierce you with that intense hazel gaze, now naked with the absence of his glasses' lens, it's oh-so bad for your heart, even if for a mere second.

Luckily there's a medic nearby…

"Someone came here inpatient. You're in luck, I can give you my attention now."

Relief and excitement clash inside you as you make your way to him, but you try to keep the spring out of your step as you approach Roger. He seemingly makes nothing of it, still sporting a smile as he welcomes you on his lap, large hands immediately coming to support your waist on both sides.

You're glad to cut to the chase as Roger's breath hits your neck, even if you know he wouldn't commit to giving you what you want so easily. The kisses he leaves there are open-mounted and you feel his teeth more than anything, but you don't mind the shivers spreading throughout your body; it's still something. You have to be patient with a man like Roger, or he'll make it even harder for you.

He grabs a nice hold of your rear in his large hands and pulls you further towards himself, until your chest is pressed tightly against his. Experimentally, you rock yourself ontop of him, arching your ass just a little to feel his strong hold on it, and your mouth quickly betrays you.

"Ahh…!"

Roger lets out a humming noise that rumbles deep in his throat, satisfied with what he's hearing but not failing to notice how easy that was. He claims your lips next, a sweet distraction as his hands move from your back to your front, leaving you with no choice but to wrap your arms around his neck for purchase.

His hands now begin to fondle your chest, thumbs hooking into the hem of your dress, as you've picked one that shows just a little more cleavage, knowing that Roger will enjoy the view.

Or, that it would at least provoke him to get it off the way and then enjoy the view. You can't help but gasp as Roger roughly pulls the fabric lower, making your breasts spill from the hem of it.

You train your gaze at his hungry eyes, even if they don't look back at you, it's somehow more tantalizing that way. Knowing that he cannot look away from his point of interest, his hands groping and squeezing your tits together, it ignites a fire inside you. There's no smile on his face, just a dangerous light in his eyes, and it makes your insides clench because of how much you want him that very moment.

His thumbs rest on your nipples now, pressing down with just the right amount of pressure, dragging them down agonizingly slowly just to feel your nubs harden under his touch more and more.

He moves his gaze to yours now, and the intensity of it dries up your throat.

"Nhnn.."

He lets go of your breasts, and you wonder if you disappointed him in some way. The sound you let out is indeed more modest than the previous one, but if you're holding back it's purely unintentional.

But then Roger smirks. Without warning, he finds the end of your dress and roughly pulls it up, making you yelp as you use his shoulders for leverage to rise up as much as you can and let him bare your ass.

He probably doesn't fail to miss the way another desperate sound comes out of you at the momentary friction. Your eyes widen as Roger's hands squeeze your ass again, his fingernails now sinking directly into the naked flesh, but there's another reason for the rush of heat spreading towards your nethers. Your heartbeat speeds up, like you're about to be found out.

Because you are.

"What do we have here?"

You understand now, that earlier he was toying with you just to confirm for himself that there's something stimulating you when he pays attention to your lower body. It gives your bloodstream a current of adrenaline, and it's highly addictive when mixed with Roger's dangerous, deep voice.

With no underwear to be found and nothing to get in his way, Roger's fingers tap at the small object plugging your rear end, almost mockingly, enjoying the way such a pathetically small touch is able to make a moan come out of your lips.

"Turn around, 'lil lady. I want to take a look at it."

It's easier said than done, when your legs are nearly as wobbly as when Roger is finished with you. You manage to rise to your feet and turn around, holding the wrinkled fabric of your dress in your hands, before promptly taking your seat in Roger's lap again. It's not hard to miss how his pants are bulging at the front, and your intention is to sit as close as possible to his arousal, but he keeps you at a distance, near his knees. Then those same hands push you down by the back, until they make lay your upper body across his desk.

With your legs falling on both his sides, clothes out of the way and rear end pushed out in the air, you feel completely exposed under Roger's gaze. The small metal toy in your ass only heightens the feeling of being nude, knowing that he's looking right there.

His thumb strokes over the head of it, adorned with an amethyst-like jewel, and the barely-there touch still manages to ignite sparks inside you where the pointed tip of it rubs against your tight insides.

"I must praise you for the boldness. I didn't expect this from you."

"I… I was with Alfons earlier. It's a gift from him."

There's a small pause, making the air heavy in your lungs for a mere second, before Roger snorts.

"So he's capable of having a good taste when it comes to certain things."

You just whine in answer, shaking your ass a little. Roger laughs at the gesture, giving a little slap to one of your cheeks. The shockwave of it makes you feel the butt plug inside you, and you moan.

"You're dripping wet too. Almost makes me feel bad for you that you won't get to be fucked in there tonight."

A shiver runs through you and the coldness of the wooden desk under your chest doesn't help much. Anticipation builds up hotly inside you, not even minding the harsh promise when the fact is that you'd still get him in one of your holes tonight.

His gloved hand fully grips the head of the toy now. You clench your fists and prepare to lose the feeling of being full, just as you got so used to it. But Roger teases you some more before everything else. He angles and twists the toy inside you, enjoying the sounds that come from you.

And then he finally begins to pull it out in earnest.

Body trembling and sprawled across both the desk and his lap, you can't help your little sobs as the metal object is removed from inside you, and together with it, a rivulet of pearly white liquid begins to leak from your hole.

Suddenly everything stills. You will yourself into turning your head so you can look at Roger's reaction.

His hazel eyes are wide, and his lips are pulled tight in a straight line. He looks mad.

Needless to say, he doesn't seem pleased with Alfons' little gift anymore.

The devious hedonist specifically made sure Roger heard nothing of this, writing down the instructions not to question what he's doing to you and then go straight to Roger, just as you said you meant to do later in the night. You'd be lying if you said you hated the idea… but now you're beginning to regret it.

A pair of gloved hands grab your hips, the cut-out parts letting you feel the warmth together with the leather. He's still quiet though, so instead of fretting, you try pressing back into him, whispering his name to soften him.

"Roger…-Ah!!"

Your dulcet tone quickly morphs into a desperate cry as Roger gets up and kicks the chair behind him, letting it fall with a loud thud against the floor. He presses himself firmly against your rear, letting you feel his clothed hardness.

"I changed my mind. I'll fuck you where you haven't been used yet."

You're making a mess of the front of his pants, the bulge of it rubbing against your swollen folds. It's not long before he undoes his belt and gets rid of the obstacles, freeing his erection.

He's still mindful about piercing through your entrance, not wanting to accidentally hurt you with his sizeable member. If you're feeling tears welling up at the corner of your eyes, it has much more to do with receiving stimulation where you've been neglected for so long this evening.

Roger fills you up so well. After the initial intrusion, he begins to show his true colors, still pretty much influenced by the irritating discovery. His thrusts grow fast so quickly, you're barely able to keep up with him, fingernails dragging down the wooden surface of the desk in an attempt to cling onto something.

You enjoy this treatment a lot. Alfons knows this very well, so perhaps you have to thank him for rilling Roger up for you. If you can walk tomorrow, you might stop by his room and give him the spicy details… not that he'll actually enjoy listening to that. You can imagine his uninterested, blank expression to anything that's too much about Roger and too little about how utterly dirty you felt.

"Take it."

Surprised that you're even capable of forming any thoughts, you snap out of it once Roger's voice commands you to focus on him, his tone dripping with dominance. He takes his frustration out on you, in a way that can only make you feel pleased with what he's doing. It's hardly your first time together and he knows your limits, even if you wouldn't mind it if he tried to push them from time to time like this.

He doesn't care much for changing the position or prolonging this any longer than necessary. It's not long before the steady pace of thrusting inside you shatters, changed for a series of broken ruts that make you feel Roger deep into your guts.

He finishes right where he is, cock head pressed firmly against your cervix, making you see stars.

It triggers your own orgasm, and you're trembling all over, feeling the pleasure spread inside you in strong currents that come back right through the still-sensitive and throbbing walls of your other hole.

When you come to your senses, you register the touch of calloused fingers wiping the tears from your cheek. You didn't even realize when those spilled past the corners of your eyes, but the gesture is almost gentle and you nuzzle right into the hand of the man who just fucked you to tears.

You need Roger's support to get back on your feet again, but he does it without a single word from you. A sticky white emission runs down your legs, and with the loss of Roger's load, you realize you're leaking from both holes now. It's even more obscene when Roger smooths down your dress, letting it conceal the sight, before giving your ass a little pat.

You simply can't bring yourself to regret any of it.

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Horny Horrors

Day 10 - sex toys - abby x reader

୨୧ last time I wrote Abby smut it flopped so I’m scared but I actually like this one. Doesn’t Abby look so good 🤭

@ur-local-femme

“Don’t be shy, baby, come on,” Abby whispers as she strokes your thigh, trying to ease some of your nerves. She gently pushes open your thighs, her fingers trailing higher up your leg.

Abby's fingers brush against the damp spot that has formed on your underwear, eliciting a soft gasp from you before she pulls them to the side. Abby rests her head on your shoulder, her warm breath fanning over your neck makes you bite your lips.

As her lips graze against your neck she whispers, "Grab the toy for me." You reach over to the nightstand feeling a mix of anticipation and excitement as you take in the size of it. You hand her the toy and Abby pulls your panties off completely, tossing them to the floor.

She pulls your legs further apart, squeezing the fat of your thighs with a firm grip. She teasingly runs the tip of the toy along your inner thigh, sending shivers of anticipation through your body. You can't help but let out a soft moan and squirm as Abby slides the tip through your drooling cunt, teasingly circling it around your clit.

Your head falls back on her shoulder, your legs twitching as she drags the toy up and down your slick folds. "Keep those legs spread nice and wide for me," Abby whispers huskily in your ear, pressing a kiss just below your earlobe. Her free hand holds open your trembling thighs, allowing her to have better access to your throbbing core.

You grind your hips against the length of the toy, rubbing your clit against it. "You're already so wet for me," Abby murmurs against your neck, watching as your arousal glistens on the toy. She slaps the length against your clit lightly, the wet slapping sound echoing in the room. Jolts of pleasure to shoot through your body before Abby goes back to teasing your clit with slow, deliberate strokes.

Abby's other hand leaves your thigh and makes its way to your tits, squeezing and teasing your nipples between her fingers. You let out a loud moan, arching your back and pressing your chest further into Abby's touch. "You like it when I touch you like this?" Abby says, looking down between your legs with a smug smile. Your breath hitches as you nod, "Yes, Abby."

"Yeah, but you gotta be careful," Abby warns, "I don't want the whole hall hearing you." She kisses your neck, tugging lightly on your nipples before trailing her fingers down your stomach. As her fingers reach the apex of your thighs, she teasingly brushes against your swollen clit, making you gasp and buck your hips in response.

"Please, Abby... I-I need more," you whimper, trying to look up at her with pleading eyes. She pecks your lips gently, keeping her lips brushed against your as she chuckles at your desperation. You grab onto Abby's forearm for support, your nails digging into her skin as you feel her press the tip of the toy against your entrance, slowly pushing it inside you.

You moan softly against her lips, feeling the delicious stretch as the toy slides deeper into you. Your walls clench around the toy as she holds it in place, savoring the sensation of being filled. Abby's eyes lock with yours, a mischievous glint dancing in them as you pant softly.

"Please, go slow, Abby," you whine softly. Abby nods, a playful smile playing on her lips as she starts moving it in and out, letting the veins drag against your walls with each thrust. You let out a strained moan as she hits a sweet spot deep inside you. You lift your head off her shoulder, looking down at the toy disappearing inside you, your tummy tensing with each movement.

You spread your legs wider, fucking your hips up to meet Abby's thrusts, desperate to come around the toy. Your breath quickens, matching the rhythm of Abby's movements. "It's not enough ," you gasp, your voice filled with need and desire. "Please go faster."

Abby's smile widens, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she increases the speed, causing you to gasp and moan even louder. You fall back against her chest and Abby's hand comes up to hold your jaw gently, her touch both comforting and possessive.

"Is that better?" she whispers, her warm breath tickling your ear. You nod, unable to form words, expect to let out a breathless "yes." The room fills with the sounds of your moans and the wet slapping of the toy sliding in and out of you. Her hand slides down to your swollen neglected clit, her fingers circling the sensitive bud.

Your moans grow louder, blending with the wet sounds of the toy thrusting inside you. Every stroke from Abby's hand makes the pressure build, driving you closer to the edge of pleasure. "I w-wanna come, Abby please, I'm so close ," you manage to gasp out, your voice strained with desperation.

"I know baby," She coos softly, rubbing your clit faster. Your thighs tremble as you cry Abby's name out in pleasure. The intensity of her touch pushes you over the edge, waves of pleasure coursing through your body. As you reach your climax, your body arches and shudders uncontrollably, your thighs clenching around Abby's hand.

Abby continues to slowly rub your clit as you ride out the aftershocks of your orgasm, her touch now gentle and soothing. You collapse against her, panting heavily as you catch your breath. Abby pulls out the toy from between your legs and sets it aside, her hand still resting on your thigh. She plans soft kisses on your neck, sending shivers down your spine and a soft smile spreading across your face.

[gyll-yee-haw]

may I request a smutty one shot based on this pic/the Cartier gala? 🤤 (I’m going insane rn!!)

https://x.com/bkgyllenhaal/status/1756016461481390325?s=46

Hii, babes! Thanks for the request, I went FERAL over this photo 🥵

Warnings: oral (m), dirty talk, a little edging, Jake is literally the cutest baby ever

Like 1k words

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Pov: you took the picture at the hotel room you were staying that night <3

Here's the full story:

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"Look at me! God, you're so handsome!" You smiled, watching Jake doing nothing but sitting there... looking gorgeous and expensive.

"Fine!" He smiled, visibility tired. "Just one more, okay?"

Jake had a lot going on in his life at the moment. Tonight's gala was the ending of a long week of traveling and very little sleeping. You understood that. And you were there to give him support, on everything he may need... and right now, that man needed some rest.

"Right. Don't move." You told him, kneeling in front of the chair he sat.

He watched as you worked to remove his clothes. First his shoes, then his suit. Very slow and carefully, taking your time to feel the soft fabric but, more than that, doing things slowly for once that week would relax him. Just seeing you moving with no rush would bring him peace.

Once or twice he protested, saying he could do it and you didn't need to worry... but deep down he loved being taken care of, so he didn't fight back.

Once he was only in his underwear, you kneeled between his legs. Nails up and down his thighs, sending him goosebumps.

"Baby..." His breathing became heavier, body shifting on the chair.

"Hmm?" You asked innocently.

"Don't tease..." He smiled, gently stroking your hair.

"Aw sorry." You gave his thighs a squeeze. "But tonight's all nice and slow, you need to relax, Jakey."

He hesitated for a second, but allowed you to take control. It didn't sound like a bad idea...

You spread little kisses up his thighs... slowly going up until your lips ended on his underwear. You opened your mouth, wrapping your lips around his clothed balls, letting your hot breath tease him while you applied a little pressure with your lips.

You kept doing that, while your hand ran through his cock over his underwear. He wasn't fully hard yet, but he was getting there fast.

"Mmm so proud of you..." you moaned the words, sending a vibration that made him gasp.

"Baby..." He held tightly to the armrests on the chair.

"Hmmm?" You smirked.

"Please..." you weren't used to him sounding so... submissive. In other occasions he would probably grab the back of your head and pull his underwear down. But you couldn't deny you were loving this.

"Wanna suck you off, baby, make you feel so good..." you talked dirty, watching his now fully hard cock throbbing inside his underwear.

"Go ahead, sweet girl..." his knuckles turned white against the armrests.

"You don't look very relaxed." You teased.

"Hm." He chuckled. "Right, I'm not. It would relax me very much if you let me see those tits, baby, come on."

You smiled and stood up. Before he knew, your pretty silk dress fell to the floor, leaving you in nothing but your panties.

"You're a goddess." He adjusted himself on the chair again, so frustrated. "Come sit on my lap, princess."

You shook your head "no" and kneeled on that same spot again, between his legs. You could see a little wet spot on his underwear. Poor Jake was already leaking for you.

"Don't worry, baby..." You cooed. "Gonna get you some relief, yeah?"

You pulled his underwear down and he already left out a content sigh. But nothing compared to the sound he made when you wrapped your lips against the tip of his cock, licking all of his precum.

His hand landed softly on the back of your head, not pushing you or rushing you. More like encouraging you. So you took him as deep as you could.

You moved slowly. You gave him a show. Working your tongue on his favorite parts... the ones that got him uneasy on that chair. The eye contact and the way you moaned like you were having fun got him impossibly hard. The way you massaged his balls and eventually took them in your mouth as you stroked his shaft with your hand, got him bucking his hips, fucking your hand desperately.

"Shit, baby...." he grunted. "Getting close, so close..."

"Yeah?" You smiled. "Where do you want it, baby? Tonight's all about you..."

He couldn't think straight enough to give you an answer.

"Jake..." you squeezed the base of his shaft, making him moan painfully. "I'm afraid I can't let you cum if you don't talk to me..."

"Please, please, don't stop..." he shut his eyes and tried to concentrate on not letting go yet.

"Where, baby? Where do you want it?" You asked again, resuming your hand movements.

He wanted to scream I don't fucking care, just let me cum, but he figured it would be worse.

"Hmmm... come on, baby..." He moaned frustratedly. But soon enough he got a wave of pleasure and he realized he couldn't hold it anymore. "O-open your mouth for me, pretty girl... tongue out and... that's it, good girl, fuck, good girl..."

He could barely finish his phrase before you felt ropes of cum landing messily on your tongue, dripping down your chin.

You didn't stop stroking his cock until he put his hand on top of yours, forcing you to.

You stood up to grab a towel to clean yourself up. When you came back, you couldn't help but chuckle at his state. He was absolutely ruined against that chair. You rushed to sit on his lap.

"I love you." You kissed all over his face.

"I love you too." He left out that precious laugh. "So much, fuck, you're incredible."

"Let's get you to bed?" You suggested. "You really need some rest."

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[cookiepie111]

Bite me love me pt 2

Local Austrian man manages to woo and disgust a lady in 5 minutes

König x black reader

A/N: shame you just can't seem to shake that man off. A second part to bite me. Love me. Some time has passed in the story. Reader goes to watch a movie at königs house. Reblogs are appreciated. Smut. Not proofread

Tag list: @thatmusedhatter @himboelover @canyonswft13 @montenegroisr @kneelingshadowsalome @havikshoochiemama @wordstome @lanalafey

"Hey :)"

.... It's him again

"So what that guy who pulled out a knife out on your date??"

"Yeah. Then he won't stop messaging me, and pulled up at my house."

"Yeah.....he also bought you a coat. Which you're now wearing. To his house...."

It's time for your friend to mind her business...

" .... if I didn't go to his he'd just come to mine!"

Which isn't false he's done so multiple times since your first date. To give flowers, pick you or simply because he was bored. Maybe if you know where he lives it will give you a leg up on him?? Find some dirt on him. Something, anything!

♡

His place is nice. Way nicer than you could have thought, his city house seemed like the safer option. simple and clean, honestly, it looked like no one lived here, there's no pictures or trinkets. No items that could even tell you anything about say for the stack of cd's on the table. Old school. That's all you got.

"......."

"....."

you can't enjoy this movie. It feads in the background, while static plays in your head and tingles in the back of your eyes. The week's been a little bit too rough with you. There isn't a support network here like there is back home, no friends you run to, calling them just isn't the same. you need to talk and cry to someone. You need some comfort. You need to be held.

It's his thumb wiping away the tears from your eyes that brings you back. "What's wrong?" so wrapped up in your feelings, you forget how close he was, cradling your face in his hands as he inspects you. leaning down to get a closer look at you, blurry eyed mess

You can't help it , burst into tears hard, choosing to hide away in his shirt than face him. He holds you close to his chest, pulling you in, allowing you to take out your emotions on his chest. He's so warm.

"I-I've just ha - had a rough week. --Been really str-stressed. " it's hard to get the sentence out between hiccups it's silly. You couldn't even point a finger to any one thing that upset you. It just felt awful inside. Tight so wound up why bother telling him. But it wouldn't stop you kept crying.

His touch is spreading warthm all over you, from the hand that rubs your head to your back. To think he could be so gentle. That you'd fine solice in this man.

"It's okay. A rough week can be fixed. I will help you. I'll be here for you"

Oh, he's being so kind.

This is it ,This is the comfort you've been missing, feeling you've been craving. His body so warm and steady next to yours. This is-

"Having an orgasm will help you calm down and relax"

.....

UGHH!

And just like that, the spell is broken, veil lifted. This man is no longer comforting or sweet. The arm around no longer comforting, you quickly need his hands off you.

Yet His hand still remains.

The disgust in your eyes is apparent, too strong for him to brush off as he quickly moves to explain himself.

"Female or help realise endorphins and make you feel all happy. If I eat you out, it will make you all warm and fuzy inside. You can stop thinking for a bit-

[Cut the fucking cameras]

His rambling fades out as you stare blank eyed at this man. Is, is he really trying to justify why he should get to eat you out.... ugh oh gosh that's what you get for trusting this man. time to leave

"It's fine, just lie down it's fine." You're snaped out of thoughts by his hands, moving you to lie down.

"König!" He's wrestling you down before you can complain.

"Shh, sshh, it's fine, darling. I'll take those nasty thoughts away"

It happens a little bit too quickly, the tugging of your pants, discarding of your underwear before you know it he's staring at your bare pussy and suddenly realise how serious he is about this

"Wait könig-"

He doesn't waste any time, that's for certain. Fucking his tongue into you, he eats like he's been longing for this like this was the only moment for him. Feeding the deep ache in his stomach.

Your legs hurt, pulled so far apart over his shoulder, Somethings stiring deep in your stomach. it's hard to breathe... It's so hard to fight it, to not clench around the tongue working at you.

"Ahhhh"

The sounds he's pulling from you are embarrassing, too desperate to be yours. It sounds foreign to your ears.

It's hot in your belly, pleasure shooting around your brain. you're struggling to form a sentence, pushing his head further in you

"König!"

You'd never said his name like that before, so sweet and needy.It made him stop the words rolled in his head he licked his teeth coming up.

you whine a little. he looks so big. Seeing his face, the evidence of his hard work, your pleasure dripping down his face. It's so embarrassing.

He needs to hear it again, that desperate voice of yours crying his name. He can use his fingers on you, see your desperate face while you cry out his name. But no luck, you felt him everywhere, the fingers deep in you, the hand holding your shoulder down, lips on your neck. What a heavy burden this man is. You're nothing but a crying mess under him

He's right it did clear your head. you feel a lot better now

♡

He let's you catch you breath. Pulling you up to lie on his chest. Your brain feels fuzzy, mouth heavy and dry.

That feeling between your legs won't go away. The ache is still there. You can't look him in the eye it's too embarrassing can't voice what you want, just want him again. Tugging his arm to your legs

He hums and happily to oblige

[ könig in his diary tonight. I think she's warming up to me! :)]

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A cozy afternoon for a busy hero - Hawks

@chantelleyy The fanfic you wanted, I hope it's a little sweet and comforting. You didn't really specify what you wanted, so I made it simple

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The city buzzed as the sun set, casting warm hues across the skyline. Y/n stood by the large window in her high-rise apartment, nestled in a quiet corner of the bustling metropolis. Her eyes traced the city lights flickering to life, and she couldn't help but smile as she thought of Keigo Takami, known to the world as Hawks. To her, he was just Keigo, the man who made her laugh and filled her days with unexpected joy.

The familiar rustle of feathers broke her reverie, and she turned just in time to see Keigo swoop in through the open balcony door, his wings folding neatly behind him. His amber eyes locked onto hers, a grin spreading across his face.

"Hey," he greeted, crossing the room with his usual confident strides. He pulled her into a warm embrace, and Y/n breathed in the comforting scent of him—a mix of his cologne and the crisp air.

"Hey, yourself," she replied, her voice muffled against his chest. Pulling back slightly, she looked up at him with a fond smile. "Rough day?"

Keigo sighed, his expression softening. "Yeah, but being here with you makes it all better."

They stood like that for a moment, wrapped in each other's arms, savoring the rare peace. Keigo gently brushed a strand of hair from Y/n's face, his touch a silent promise of love and reassurance.

"I'm starving," he declared suddenly, breaking the quiet. "How about we cook something together?"

Y/n's face lit up. "Sounds perfect. What do you have in mind?"

Keigo shrugged, a playful smirk on his face. "Whatever we can find in the kitchen. Let's get creative."

They moved to the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge and pantry. Y/n grabbed some vegetables while Keigo found pasta and a few other ingredients. They laughed and chatted as they cooked, Keigo occasionally stealing kisses and making funny faces to keep Y/n entertained.

"You're not helping," she giggled as he snuck a piece of carrot from the chopping board.

"I'm moral support," he retorted, eyes twinkling with mischief.

Once their impromptu meal was ready, they set the table and sat down to eat. The aroma of the homemade pasta filled the room, and they savored each bite, enjoying the simple pleasure of a meal shared together.

"This is really good," Keigo said between bites, looking genuinely impressed.

"Not bad for a couple of amateurs," Y/n replied with a grin. "Maybe we missed our calling as chefs."

Keigo chuckled. "Who knows? We might have a future in it."

After dinner, they cleaned up the kitchen together, their movements synchronized in the comfortable routine they had established. With the dishes done, they settled on the couch, a cozy blanket draped over their legs.

Keigo grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, flipping through channels until they found a movie they both liked. As the film played, Y/n snuggled closer to him, resting her head on his chest. He wrapped an arm around her, his fingers absentmindedly playing with her hair.

"I love these moments," Y/n whispered, her voice soft and content.

"Me too," Keigo replied, his voice equally gentle. "It's nice to just be together, without any of the craziness."

They watched the movie in comfortable silence, the warmth of their shared presence making the small apartment feel like the coziest place in the world. When the credits rolled, Keigo glanced down at Y/n, her eyes heavy with sleep.

"Ready for bed?" he asked softly.

She nodded, yawning. "Yeah, I am."

They got up and made their way to the bedroom. Y/n changed into her pajamas while Keigo quickly checked his phone for any urgent messages. Once they were both ready, they climbed into bed, the familiar comfort of the sheets and each other easing them into a state of relaxation.

Keigo pulled Y/n close, his wings draping over them like a protective canopy. "Goodnight, Y/n," he whispered, kissing her forehead.

"Goodnight, Keigo," she murmured back, her eyes already closing.

As they drifted off to sleep, the sounds of the city outside faded into the background, leaving only the steady rhythm of their breathing and the quiet assurance of their love. In the simplicity of their home, a feathered hero and his beloved found solace in each other's arms, their hearts forever entwined.