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crappycamille · 9 months

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a/n: gasp, i actually wrote something. be easy on me okay, i haven’t done this in a while. just some fluffy conjecture tbh, although there is one suggestive line but that’s why all my stuff is 18+, minors dni please… enjoy <3

Bakugou Katsuki had never experienced touch.

Well, that’s not entirely true. He had been touched before: punched and hit by those desperately trying to escape his pursuit, clung to by those fearing for their life, gentle yet encouraging pats on the back from friends, loving but annoying pinches of the ear from his mother. He’s even been pawed at and caressed by lust-filled women that satisfy temporary needs. And even more dangerously, he’s been fondled by the promise of love disguised as lust… But never had Bakugou been touched.

At least until you.

The first time you touched Bakugou is a memory he will never forget. He was bone tired having worked an incredibly grueling month-long mission.

Instead of going home to catch up on much-needed sleep, he immediately went to his office to get the paperwork done. Most people don’t know that a lot of things on the legal side can’t go through until his side of the paperwork is done. Bakugou constantly feels like he’s never fast enough. No matter how fast he can get to the victims. No matter how fast he catches the villain. No matter how fast he gets things done he wasn’t fast enough to prevent the victims from becoming victims in the first place. So, in his mind, the least he could do is get his paperwork done as fast as possible so that those involved can get their justice.

But, of course, the moment the mission is done—before he’s even had a chance to change out of his hero suit—he’s met with nothing but a mountain of news articles and tabloid headlines ridiculing his name. They find joy in villainizing him over the smallest of details.

Most of the time, Bakugou ignores those things. It doesn’t matter to him what others think. They can nitpick whatever they want because despite that he won. He saved the people who needed to be saved. To him, that was all that really mattered… usually.

It must have been his level of exhaustion, but he couldn’t help the way his brows furrowed in disappointment reading the headlines. The words for the public sitting heavier on his chest than normal. His emotions got to him more than normal as he walked down the hallway from his official, finally heading home.

It was late.

Far too late for anyone else to still be there. Yet, he swore he could hear the soft pitter-patter of heels clicking against the floor. As he turned the corner he was met with the sight of you packing up. You hadn’t noticed him yet, so he watched with confusion as scurried around filing documents, turning off computers, and locking doors.

“The hell? Why’re you still here?” He internally cringed as his voice boomed more than he meant it to since you nearly jumped out of your skin upon hearing him.

“Oh Dynamight, Sir! I apologize I meant to be out of here before you noticed I was here.” Exhaustion seeped through your voice, giving you more rasp than normal.

“That’s not what I asked you. The hell’re you still here for?”

“Well…” you scratched your head feeling a bit shy, debating on whether or not to tell him the real reason why you were there. “I stayed to make sure all of the paperwork you submitted just now went through. As head of your legal team, it’s my job to make sure things on the agency’s side are squared away. I understand you like to get things done immediately after a mission, Sir.”

Bakugou was speechless. So many questions riddle through his head he wanted to ask. Had you done this after every mission and he never noticed you? yes When had you noticed that he came in after missions to do paperwork? Why did you care? Instead, he watched wordlessly as you gathered your things.

“You don’t need to do that.” He finally spoke. His tone was unusually soft, nearing sweet if you squinted hard enough. You breathily chuckled. You had been working for Bakugou long enough to know that was his way of saying thank you.

“It’s really no problem, Sir. No reason you have to be the only person in the office so late, especially after working such long missions.” You softly smiled at him. With you being so close, he could see the exhaustion prominent in your own face.

The two of you worked your way out of the building together in silence. Bakugou felt that he had so many things he wanted to say, so many things he wanted to ask, but they all muddled to the back of his mind.

It was only when you guys reached the front lobby exit that he became aware of the incessant buzzing of his phone. Countless mentions, tags, reposts, and message requests were flooding in from every social media app. He could’ve sworn he turned his notifications off a long time ago, but there they were. Those same articles that called him a corrupt hero, a heinous/reckless man, and nitpicked things down to the way he breathed were being sent to him over and over again. A constant reminder that so many people disapprove of him.

He hadn’t noticed how tightly he had been gripping his phone. How clenched his bicep was until he felt a gentle squeeze on his arm. Your hand was small in comparison to his but its presence was overwhelming.

Your thumb subtly rubbed soothing circles on his clenched bicep. “If it’s worth anything, I think you’re incredibly kindhearted. The world is lucky to have a hero like you protecting it. Goodnight, Sir. Get some rest.”

Bakugou thought he was going to melt the second you pulled your hand away. Your words rang loud in his ears, but his skin buzzed even louder at the lingering effects of your touch. He had to stop himself from sobbing in the lobby that night.

There was something oh so special about your touch.

From the first time you ever touched him to the way, you touch him now as his wife. He swears he has to stop himself from sobbing every time. It’s the overwhelming love that pours out of you every time your skin connects with his.

He was so incredibly touch-starved before you came along. Starved from the kind of touch that doesn’t come from platonic relationships. Starved from the touch of someone that didn’t expect to gain something from him in return. Starved from the intimate touch of true love.

He revels in every little touch you grace him with. The way you hold his hand under the dinner table. The way you pinch him lovingly, reminding him of his mother, when he says something out of pocket.The way you squeeze his thigh and rub soothing circles on him when tensions get high in a meeting. The way you nestle your face in his back as he cooks. The way you lightly slap his shoulder as you laugh hysterically. The way you drag your hands along his sides as he lays on you. The way you claw at him desperate to somehow bring him impossibly closer as he thrusts into you.

In all honesty, he still has a hard time fathoming that you are his. That you are in love with him. That you choose to be with him every day. He feels undeserving, but you always definitively object. He believes that you are so much more than anything he could ever be, but that’s exactly how you feel about him.

Your touch is just one of the things he obsesses over you. Because he is just so incredibly in love with you.

#would you believe that my love language actually isn’t physical touch BHAHA #bakugou thoughts #bakugou x reader #bakugou drabble #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou fluff #bakugou comfort #my beloved

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miyaagis · 2 months

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you know you like little girls

choso never expected that an older man's experience and charisma could easily outshine him [ part one ]

+ pairing. geto s. / fem!reader

+ warnings. implied incest, age gap (geto is in his mid 30s, reader in her 20s), modern au, MDNI 18+

+ a/n. happy valentine's day babiessss, sending y'all love and smooches, mwahhh !

the winter breeze grazes your cheeks, and it's as if they're set in a permanent smile thanks to your best friends’ efforts to cheer you up. your heart is tender and slowly healing, and it’s all thanks to them and their dad, ever since they took you in the warmth of their home almost a week ago.

“dad wants us home now, nanako. are you buying that scarf or not?”

it’s not unusual for the twins to bicker over the smallest things, so with a barely amused chuckle you allow your gaze to wander around, the content smile returning as you take in the pink sky.

it's only a second-long, though, but your eyes must have been searching for him unconsciously. it's only a second-long, and yet it's enough to shatter your mood and heart.

choso’s lips meet her forehead in a tender kiss as they wait to cross the street, their hands intertwined like two lovers that refuse to let go of one another. it hurts so badly, but what hurts the most is the stern glare he fixes you when his dark eyes spot you. suddenly, the weather feels so, so warm compared to the coldness directed at you from his gaze alone.

your smile’s gone, and the flame of hope inside your heart flickers.

—

“scoot over!”

nanako fixes you a nasty, yet playful glare, clearly refusing to give up her seat in the middle of suguru’s bed. you can’t blame her. his bed is comfy, and she gets to drown in the soft pillows settled at the center of the cloud-like mattress. you glance at mimiko and she avoids eye-contact. with a sigh, you settle on the right side of the bed, watching the girls scroll down trying to pick a movie.

the entire room smells like suguru, and it seems your heart isn’t strong enough to handle it. it all gets worse when he comes in holding a tray of drinks and popcorn, his kind smile and gentle voice easily flustering you. it always has. it’s even worse when he mutters your name as if it were the most precious thing he’s ever uttered out loud.

“sorry, sweetheart. this is my side of the bed.”

the statement shouldn’t put ideas in your mind; there’s nothing remotely explicit about it per se. and yet there is. like a secret that should only be shared and known between lovers.

there’s mirth and obvious playfulness in his eyes, his head tilting slightly to the side as he waits for you to make room for his considerably bulkier frame. with nowhere else to go, you squish your side against nanako who only whines in protest while suguru sits on the other end, sandwiching you between him and his daughter.

“s-sorry,” your hands start to sweat, and you suddenly feel overwhelmed by his presence so close to you. even more when his lips lean closer to your ear.

“hm? i don’t mind,“ the drawl of his voice is a mere whisper, his lips tugging into a fond smile as he grips your bare thigh with a gentle hold. “popcorn?”

suguru spends the whole movie with his hand under the blanket, drawing lazy circles on your skin and pretending he doesn’t feel the heat emanating from between your legs.

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it should be a crime how fast he found what you liked. where you enjoyed being kissed the most and which pet names had your heart clenching before beating faster. he discovered things about your body that not even you were aware of.

“my little girl,” his breath fans against your throat, large hands traveling all over your body before stopping at the back of your thighs to jerk you further under his frame, “so, so pretty.”

gentle touches and sweet kisses drown you. he’s everywhere: stroking your hair, caressing your skin, murmuring praises against your lips. it’s overwhelming and calming at the same time, even when his breaths grow labored and his touch harsher.

his name leaves your lips in a shaky exhale, and he’s immediately cradling your face between his hands, searching for whatever it is that ails you through his eyes.

“yes, sweet girl?

how fortunate is it that the twins aren't home. what would they think if they saw how you melt under their father’s touch? would they hate you? i mean, at first all you wanted to do was spend time with him as he watched his favorite show in the living room, it’s not your fault he threw your legs over his lap.

perhaps if they saw how soft his kisses were each time he wished you sweet dreams, or the comforting things he murmured in your ear as you told him how your brother broke your heart by playing favorites; they’d come around.

everyone knows suguru is sweet like that.

no words are needed for what you’re struggling to say, the need for him is obvious, and he chuckles while discarding each piece of clothing, covering the now exposed skin with kisses and gentle nibbles until he’s between your thighs.

“pretty little pussy,” his voice is smooth, tender; full of care and love as he nips at your puffy clit while you whimper, “i love how you moan for me.”

through heavy lids, you admire how handsome he looks with his hair down and lips wet with your juices. the drag of his tongue across your folds is enough to make your toes curl and hands grip his hair, sensing the faint outline of his smile on your wetness.

“and so, so wet…”

a gasp escapes your lips when his finger slides in, his lips around your clit as he massages your walls slowly. it takes him around an hour to let your pussy go, addicted to it and already planning when he’ll get to have a taste again.

—

“now,” suguru catches your attention over the loud chatter at the restaurant, the girls squint their eyes, already suspicious. “i know i’m just your old man, and you’re probably fed up with me and my constant protectiveness,” at the lack of denial from their part causes him to squint his eyes back at them, “but i expect you to find a decent man that’ll spoil you like you girls deserve. understood?”

his hand squeezes your thigh under the table, and it feels as if the words were being directed at you.

once the pink-colored boxes are handed out to the twins, their eyes brighten up. rushed squeals of ‘thank you’s’ take over the table, while you giggle at the enthusiasm. the excitement over the expensive gifts is enough to distract both girls from noticing the small box being placed in front of you.

“happy valentine’s day, princess.”

his pretty eyes are crinkled as he smiles at you, his hand resting on your lower back in a comforting way while you slowly unwrap his gift.

glimmering silver stares back at you, the heart-shaped pendant big enough to catch the eye of anyone who pays attention, but also discreet enough to not seem tasteless.

it’s perfect.

everything suguru does or says, even the way he walks and breathes it’s perfect. he’s perfect to the point that he knows exactly what to do when the happiness is taken from you with a single text from him.

cho <3: this has dragged out for too long. i want you home now.

the mood is ruined, you're on the verge of tears, and suguru wants nothing more than to take that burden away from your pretty little mind.

“i don't wanna go back… it’s not fair!”

your hiccups break his heart and he’s quick to hold you close to his chest, rubbing soothing circles and whispering sweet nothings as he signals the girls to get in the car.

it all goes in a blur, you’re no longer at the restaurant, but instead, the twins are waving you goodbye and giving you a worried look as they get inside the house, the car speeding away as suguru drives the familiar path to your home.

before you can dwell on it, cold and dark eyes stare back at you. suddenly, you’re back to square one, and you don’t like it one bit.

choso can’t say he’s happy to see suguru, of all men, next to you. his mind is suddenly filled with questions: why were you dressed up? that necklace, he had never seen it before, who gave it to you?

“go to your room.”

like magic, the hot tears are back and suguru decides it’s enough. his frame shields you from choso’s gaze and the simmering anger is quickly brought up to a boil.

“i said, go to your–”

“she’s moving in with me,” suguru sounds so different. gone is the sweet and gentle man, only to be replaced by a curt and scary version of him, “permanently.”

choso sees red, pushing suguru back while ordering you one more time to go to your room. suguru only smirks when you hide your face against his arm.

“sweetheart, why don't you go wait in the car for me? we’ll go home soon.”

and to choso’s surprise, you comply.

suguru smirks even more, watching the grief in choso’s face as he sees you walk away from him and ignoring his cries for you.

about time.

“you know…” he starts, enjoying thoroughly the despair swirling in the younger man’s eyes, ”i always doubted your capability to take care of your siblings, especially her,” suguru’s head tilts back, pointing at you sitting in his car, “i’d have to stop myself from coming here and bringing her home, to make sure she had everything she wanted… every need taken care of…”

suguru is met with silence from choso’s part—defeat—and he can’t help but chuckle. he was always bound to win your sweet little heart, it was a fact.

after all, how can an inexperienced young man compare to a real man like him.

#tw.incest #tw.age gap #geto smut #geto x reader smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader smut #geto.xo #choso.xo

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halbravd · 1 year

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aib characters and how they fuck you.

characters: chishiya shuntaro, ryohei arisu, kuina hikaru, niragi suguru, sunato banda.

content warning: don’t read if you’re under eighteen, gender neutral reader.

chishiya fucks you with passion. it’s hard for someone like him to fall in love, but when he does, he does fall hard. it’s sometimes agonizingly slow and deep, sometimes fast and rough, but never brutal. he’s not a vocal type of guy but all you need to know can be seen through his eyes — always on you, one of his hands gently pinning your hips down while the other is wrapped around your shoulders to keep you as close to him as he can. it’s his own personal way to express his love and admiration for you, his lips travelling from your closed eyelids to your lips, swallowing your moans as he keeps pleasuring both you and himself.

arisu fucks your with all the love he has to give. he worships every inch of your body, always reminding you about how gorgeous you are. he kisses your insecurities away, holds your hands in his, making sure your pleasure comes first at all time. ‘is it okay if i do this?’ — always asks for permission whenever he’d like to try something you, his eyes glued on yours to find the smallest bit of pain or discomfort. his biggest fear is to hurt you so he’s always very careful, handling you like you’re a porcelain doll.

kuina fucks you with devotion. it’s always painfully sweet and gentle, her hands all over your body from cupping your face to caressing your lower back, tracing imaginary patterns all over the skin. there’s no such things at not taking her time with you — you’re the canvas and she’s the artist, painting your body with the marks her teeth and lips leave behind. kuina talks a lot: tells you how pretty you look today, about the things she’d love to do to you, how good you make her feel. communication is always on top of her list and it makes things so much more enjoyable.

niragi fucks you like it’s his last time. there’s nothing sweet, nothing gentle in the way niragi pins your hands above your head, biting your shoulder and your neck, venomous words dripping off his lips like venom. but somehow, there’s also desperation and need, and it’s almost painful to notice. he hates being vulnerable, and he hates it even more to feel something other than hatred and disgust for someone. so he fucks his own frustration out of you, desperately hoping to be freed from those feelings that make him despise his own self when in fact, it brings him closer to his downfall.

banda fucks you just to feel something. he craves for this — to finally feel that euphoria pumping through his veins, to see his body reacting so easily every time you touch him. don’t get him wrong though, he’s not doing this for you and he doesn’t care if he hurts you in the process: he won’t stop until his mind is filled with satisfaction, and that, most of the times, takes a lot of time and rounds. he’s rough, he manhandles you like you’re nothing but a rag doll made to satisfy his needs, and he doesn’t even care if you didn’t get to enjoy the moment as long as he did.

#alice in borderland x reader #alice in borderland #chishiya shuntaro x reader #chishiya x reader #arisu ryohei x reader #arisu x reader #niragi x reader #niragi suguru x reader #kuina x reader #banda x reader #sunato banda x reader

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sanakimohara · 3 months

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“BRING ME A DREAM” B. C.

{ MDNI }

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Chan wasn't sure what compelled him to wake up in the middle of the night with a cold sweat settling on his bare skin and his head spinning with worry.

Pleasant would be the last word he'd use to categorize the disruption.

It took him several minutes, deep breaths, and a gentle neck roll to compose himself before he could settle his body down next to your soundly sleeping one.

Chan was surprised you hadn't stirred awake from his sudden movements but was grateful your peaceful sleep hadn't been disturbed due to whatever had bothered him.

"Shit," he whispered hoarsely, groaning quietly as his head and upper neck throbbed with a dull pain. He was used to discomfort in the area but couldn't pinpoint why it was occurring since he'd been asleep in a comfortable position for most of the night.

With a heavy exhale and another tired groan, Chan sat up in bed, careful not to shift the covers too much to avoid waking you, and when he was sure you were undisturbed, he hung his head to try and release the tension there.

The pain just seemed to grow. Chan bit back a mirage of curses as tiny pricks of tension morphed into shallow aches in his upper back. He breathed deeply, brows furrowing in frustration as his body began to combat what was bothering him, remaining like that for some time before he felt the bed shift and your soft hands reaching out to touch his back.

Chan instinctively flinched, grunting as your fingertips trailed to his shoulders and rubbed tight circles in the aching muscles. "Thank you, baby.." he breathed in contentment, visibly relaxing his body into yours that'd unfurled from the heavy covers on his bed.

You smiled sleepily, fully sitting up on your knees behind him as his head lulled back onto your shoulder. "No need to thank me, Channie…is it your neck again?" you ask him quietly, doing your best to help without hurting him further.

Your gentle hands and soft voice bring Chan a sense of peace, and he mumbles, "Yes," as his eyes slide shut while he fully welcomes you, massaging the affected spot. "Mmm," you hum in understanding, taking great care in helping him, even while half asleep, but that didn't matter to you when it came to aiding him.

He does so much for you; he'd do everything for you if he could, and despite already being burdened with the life of an idol -leader, producer, and all-around artist- he still needed a helping hand himself.

Even if he refused help most of the time.

Moments like this, being able to return the same devotion to Chan and witnessing firsthand how your dedication to him could be shown in the smallest of gestures, really did make your heart feel full.

Chan was simply glad you were his; he took pride in taking care of you, but he wasn't sure how to comprehend it whenever you'd return the favor. He was used to being in a caretaker position, but you always made it clear to him that his well-being is also your first priority.

There's no in-between.

No hesitation & not a single complaint from you.

Ever.

Deep down, he admired and loved you even more for that. So, when you'd taken the time to massage and work the pain out of his body at 3 in the morning with the sweetest smile, he was already formulating a reward for you.

It's the least he could do; even if you didn't expect anything in return, Chan couldn't help but appreciate your efforts.

His eyes peered at you, watching your delicate features scrunch up slightly in concentration as you kneaded your small hands into his shoulders, paying particular attention to each area that bothered him the most. You had done this for him before -granted, you'd also enlisted the help of a massage gun at the time- and managed to memorize the points in his upper body that required particular focus.

Chan observed you intently, wincing only once or twice when you had to work out a sore part with some force, but ultimately, you completed your task with no griping from him.

After ten minutes, you stopped putting pressure on his body and checked to see if he felt any better with a hopeful smile on your face. "Did that help?" You ask sweetly, kissing his shoulder blade lightly and letting your head settle into the crook of his neck. Chan hummed. The tension he'd felt earlier had nearly gone after your hard work, and his mind was no longer hyper-focused on relieving the pain.

"Yes, I feel much better, baby girl. Thank you.." he mumbled, dark eyes shifting to stare at your pleased expression and his lips curling into a charming smile as you blinked slowly to hide your tiredness.

"I'm glad I could help…" your hands drag down from his shoulders to travel the expanse of his back, grazing every dip of muscle he possessed before you lazily wrapped your arms around his toned torso. Chan shivered under your warm fingertips, his skin still cool from the cold sweat he'd endured during his sleep, and you flashed him a worried look as his large body reacted to your touch.

"Am…am I hurting you?" concern is evident in your voice, and you quickly remove the light weight of your body off of his. Chan shakes his head, laughing softly at your panicked state as he reaches behind to pull you back to him. "You could never hurt me, princess. I'm fine," he reassures you, eyes steady on your doe-like stare before trailing down to your plush lips that were parting to say something.

"Are you sure, Channie? If you're still not feeling alright, I can- mhmm!"

Your babbling was silenced the instant Chan pressed his lips to yours, drowning out all your worries with his tongue sliding against yours and his hands finding their respective places around your throat and lower back.

His touch burned right through the thin fabric of his shirt that you wore to bed, the heat bounding straight to your core and causing a chorus of soft moans to slip from you as he fully turned his body towards you. Chan swallowed every sound you made, chasing your lips with a particular urgency you could only compare to devotion, and your mind began to melt as he pressed for another hungry kiss after the next.

His hands traveled all over you, following every edge and curve you had to offer him, and your face heated up with every firm grope he gifted you. Chan was usually never this reactive or desperate for you. It was always the other way around, you pining for him and praying he'd let you touch and taste him as much as your little heart desired…

Now…it felt as if Chan was begging you to let him have that same privilege, and your mind was going into a lustful mush from the thought.

He pulled away from the kiss, letting you pant for air as he went to work on marking up your unblemished neck. Your body instinctively pressed closer to his, hands flying to tangle in his hair and gently tug on the soft strands as he nipped at your sweet spot.

"A-Ahm …Channie…" you yelped quietly as he abused the sensitive area, smirking against your skin while your head lulled to the side to give him better access. You pushed on his chest lightly, trying your best not to let him cloud your mind with desire when you both needed a good night's rest, but he carefully slapped your hand away from stopping him.

Chan lifted his head from your neck, eyes half-lidded as he took in the mixture of emotions flooding yours, and even then, he thought you looked purely angelic.

You could be so anxious to please and willing to take care of him while fighting the urge to let him pleasure you.

An anomaly in itself, really.

He found it cute and endearing.

"We have to get up…early," you try to reason with him, eyes lowering as you back away to lay back down, but Chan was one step ahead of you. He leaned forward, capturing your lips in another kiss to trap you underneath him and prevent you from inching further away.

You relaxed immediately, legs spreading wide open for him to lie between as he held himself up with both arms placed on either side of your head. He was careful not to crush you, opting to steal your breath away with heavy kisses and rolling his hips down against your core.

A whine tumbled from your mouth as he created a dizzying friction between your cunt and his hardening cock.

God, you were so glad he slept naked. It made it so much easier and enticing to let him fuck you.

Chan bit back a moan feeling how wet you were already, eyes narrowing down at the smug smirk on your swollen lips, and he had half a mind to make it disappear and replace it with the cock drunk smile he knew you'd never fail to show him.

However, Chan decided to bide his time and only ground against your greedy cunt harder until you were blushing and squirming underneath for more.

"Daddy…please.." you whimper as the heat in your walls builds to new heights, clenching around nothing and growing slicker from the promise of him stretching you out. Your eyes rolled slightly from the thought, and he chuckled at how desperate you were, "Please, what, princess?" He spoke to you softly, eyes trained on yours with a familiar condescending aura, and you had to look away to keep from blushing any harder.

"Please….fuck me…p-please." You swallow thickly and roll your hips to meet his to convince him your plea wasn't unreasonable, but Chan simply smiled down at you before placing a trail of open-mouthed kisses down your trembling body.

You whined and whimpered as the fleeting pass of his plump lips lowered to your waist, his hands pushed the hem of his shirt up to reveal your lower half, and the cold air hitting your skin paired with his breath fanning over your pelvis drove you insane.

Chan halted his movements, peering up to catch the sight of you biting back another longing plead and raising your hands to cover your flushed face.

You were on edge and feeling vulnerable under his gaze.

Chan took in all the shameful little noises and faces you were trying so hard to hide with a coy smirk, hands now occupied with tenderly groping the underside of your plush thighs, and his head resting against the inside of your right.

His hair tickled your skin, followed by the graze of his lips as he placed a few kisses in random spots to hear you groan softly, and he only stopped teasing when you reached down tentatively to run a hand through his hair.

"Wanna take care of you," Chan breathed the words against your skin, eyes closing as he felt the invisible chills rise through you, and all you could do was nod slowly while another shuddering moan leaped from your mouth.

At this rate, you'd come just from the sound of his voice, and that wouldn't be the worst thing in your opinion, but Chan demolished that idea by flicking his tongue across your folds.

The sudden attention to your entrance caused you to yelp in slight surprise and pure satisfaction, rolling your hips up for more, and your head pressing back into his pillow when he offered another tantalizingly slow pass of his tongue over your dripping cunt.

Chan smiled at your reaction, not wasting another second teasing you and using two fingers to spread you open for him to place a kiss on your clit. You were losing control under him, unable to stay still as he lapped at your drooling cunt, and circled his tongue around the ever-so-sensitive bundle of nerves in practiced patterns.

Soon, you couldn't keep quiet, your soft moans filling the air, fueling his every move. You could feel the pressure mounting in your core rapidly, and when Chan took the time to spit on your entrance before effortlessly dragging your hips closer to his face and wrapping your legs around his neck, you were bound to see stars.

He never failed to put his all into devouring you. If anything, Chan took immense pride in the task and wouldn't stop until you were overstimulated and your cum was all he could taste.

You let your head roll to the side as he let you grind against his face, gentle groans thundering through his chest each time your back arched from the bed, which told him you were close to unraveling.

Chan unwrapped your legs from around his neck, pushing them up towards your chest and putting all his focus into delving his tongue in and out of your leaking walls.

The slight invasion had you feigning for the stretch of his cock, and a love-drunk smile inched its way onto your face as he moaned at the taste of you. "You always taste so good, princess…" his voice was lowered, heavy with want, as he held your legs open for more access to your slick cunt.

"You're gonna cum in daddy's mouth like a good girl?" he mused at you, diving right back to your fluttering entrance, setting an agonizing pace with his tongue flicking over your clit and into your warm core. The feeling had your head spinning, and you almost didn't respond to him as a wanton whimper fell from your parted lips, but Chan elicited a reply with a soft slap against your thigh. You flinched at the subtle sting of his hand and nodded weakly as a quiet "yes sir" dripped off your tongue.

Chan hummed in approval, sending vibrations through you and pushing you over the edge in seconds. Your warm arousal flooded his mouth in waves, coating his skilled tongue as your body visibly trembled, hands fisting the sheets with every swift lick he did to savor your release.

Your high was spiraling down, but he wouldn't stop, holding you right to his mouth as he coaxed another orgasm out of you.

"D-daddy s'too much…s-stop-Ahm!" You tried to draw yourself away from him, but Chan held you down with a certain amount of force you knew was impossible to fight. Tears built in your eyes as he swirled his tongue in quick circles around your clit, slipping two thick fingers as far as possible into your soaking cunt, and curling them just right to hit your g-spot repeatedly.

Your mouth fell open, gaze fixed on the ceiling as it blurred over with white-hot pleasure, and your mind finally lost traction in reality as Chan forced you to cum in his mouth again.

Breathing was a struggle, and every time you gasped for a breath, he'd steal it away with another flick of his tongue or a precise thrust of his fingers. It was too much for you, the knot tightening in your tummy so fast you couldn't comprehend the feeling, and before you could steady yourself, another wave of euphoria coursed through you.

Your brows furrowed, a hand flying to clasp over your mouth as your cum spilled onto his hand, and an obnoxiously loud moan leaped from your throat. Chan finally pulled away from you, leisurely dragging his fingers from the sweet confines of your cunt and reclaiming his position hovering above you. Your legs fell open for him, cunt dripping onto his sheets with a steady stream of cum and his spit. He glanced down to admire the view before refocusing on your tear-stained face.

You couldn't stop crying, lost in the lingering sensation he caused, and your need for logical behavior long forgotten. Chan adored that unconscious stupidity swirling behind your eyes, knowing he was the cause and that you were beyond refusing his attention.

He tilted his head, smiling as he removed your hand from covering your agape mouth, and you shivered as his fingers fully encircled your wrist to pin it beside your head. A blush engulfed your damp cheeks as Chan lowered his head to kiss you deeply, whispering to you right before his lips connected with yours.

"Don't hide your moans from me, little one…I want to hear you…"

You can't even begin to formulate a response as his tongue dominates your own, making you taste yourself and drowning out the whimpers you fail to restrain. Chan caresses the side of your face, swiping his thumb across your cheeks to wipe away your tears while the other intertwined with the hand he'd been holding down.

Your tiny fingers fit so well in between his larger ones, squeezing them with the bit of strength you had as he started to grind his rigid cock into your eager core. His kisses became feverish the longer his length slid between your folds, and you bucked your hips to follow his rhythm.

He broke away from the kiss, head dropping to the crook of your neck as he groaned in ecstasy. Your free hand ran up Chan's back, dipping with every flex of muscle until your fingertips reached the back of his head, and you tangled your digits through the soft tresses as he held your hand tighter.

"Wanna take care of you," Chan repeated his earlier statement, falling into a daze the more you doted on him, and you smiled before nuzzling your nose against his temple.

“You do daddy…you always will…” you whisper in his ear lovingly, and he exhales slowly into your neck, placing a chaste kiss on your shoulder as he nudges the head of his cock past your folds. You cry out from the unwarranted stretch, accustomed to a warning before he slides inside you but not given one as he buries his length in you with one sharp thrust.

The tears come rushing back, and your nails dig into the back of his hand as he shifts his hips in shallow circles. "D-daddy…w-wait..mmm," you whine, wanting a moment to adjust, but give up as the tip of his cock reaches your cervix and replaces the twinge of pain in your core with shockwaves of pleasure.

Chan grunted as you clenched around him, your cunt conforming to every detail and drenching his cock with your slick. "There you go, sweetheart. Take me like a good girl…" he praised you amid his own moans, only able to hear the shaky, high-pitched ones you let out as he picked up the pace of his thrusts and let your small body rock against his.

The hand you had entangled with his went limp as he played with your fingers, ever so gentle with your soft fingertips that had relieved his stress moments ago, but the overwhelming repetition of his cock pounding itself into your spot relentlessly overshadowed the sweet gesture.

Two very contrasting feelings that encompassed Chan's personality perfectly.

He could be the sweetest, clingiest, and most dependable person you knew. At other times, he was the epitome of strength, control, and confidence.

He quickly became the only man you could rely on to make you feel safe, wanted, and most of all…loved.

In every aspect possible, he loved you and intended to show you that now and for the rest of his life.

A smile graced your lips as the realization dawned on you; in the fog of lust, you could still feel how much Chan cared for you, and that alone had your core aching with another climax. He felt the change in your body, saw the way your eyes slid closed in unfiltered ecstasy, and the way your breathing lost stability.

His fingers laced through yours again, the hand on your face traveling down your leg to hook it around his waist, which gave him a new angle to take advantage of.

"Right there.." you mewled as he hit an unfamiliar sweet spot, sending a shiver down your spine, and your cunt gushing slightly when he honed in on it. "Right there…" Chan growled in your ear, losing focus for a second as your cunt suffocated him, and your hand found a purchase on his bicep.

Your nails dug into his skin, helping to ground you as he pulled all the way out just to slam back into you more profoundly than before. "Yes…y-yes.." you drawled your answer out, forgetting how to speak as his cock twitched inside of you and effectively added to your excitement. "N' gonna cum…daddy p-please can I cum?…" your soft whine fills his ears, and as he looks into your teary doe eyes, he's compelled to give you anything you want.

"Yes, come for me, Princess…" Chan groaned lowly, having to hold himself steady above you as the pressure in his body reached its peak, his thrusts quickening to animalistic speed as you let him fuck you over the edge. "T-thank you.." is all you're able to utter as your body arches to meld into his, soft tummy brushing flush against his abs, and your cunt milking every single drop of his seed when it spills from his tip.

Chan halted his hips, burying his cock to the base so you'd have no choice but to accept it all, and you comply with a dreamy smile on your face.

He wanted to take a quick picture of you, wishing to possess a memory of you in this exact state for his personal use. You just looked so brilliant, all fucked out and docile with his cum safely nestled inside your womb.

You're panting softly, trying hard to keep your eyes open, but having a terrible time fighting your exhaustion. Chan carefully shifted his hips, drawing a sleepy moan from you and smiling at the sound. The hand he'd interwoven with yours drew back, pushing fallen strands of your hair away from your face as he laid down and guided your body to rest on his.

"Mmm, pull out, Channie.." you pout, still feeling his cock comfortably concealed in your fluttering cunt. He shook his head, adjusting to lay on the pillows properly before saying anything in response.

"We are going to sleep like this tonight, baby doll. It'll help me sleep…" he emphasized his decision with a subtle thrust. You whimpered at the definitive gesture, a half moan half yawn slipping past your lips, and you decided trying to change his mind wouldn't be possible in a state like the one you were in.

So, you stayed just as he positioned you, humming in delight as he kissed the top of your head while pulling the covers over you both and wrapping an arm around your waist while the other draped over his closed eyes.

"Thank you for always taking care of me, baby girl…" Chan mumbles into your hair, smiling when you hum softly and respond politely, "You're welcome, Daddy.."

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oversight part 6 ??

Title: The Oversight [Part 6/7]

Ship: Female!Reader x Natasha Romanoff

Wordcount: 6237

Warnings: SMUT UNDER 18 DNI, oral (r recieving), Dom/sub dynamic, slight mommy kink if you squint, fingering (r recieving), and horrible grammar

[A/n: This took literally all day because I hadn't started it until this morning, and it's now 12am. Good thing it's -15 degrees outside and I physically cannot leave my home. I haven't written Nat smut... ever. Go easy on me.]

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Natasha Romanoff knew how to handle a gun. She tested its weight; the mix of metal and plastic was familiar to her as lungs were to breathe. As ocean was to water, as sky was to rolling thunder. Handling a gun, especially while loaded, was a delicate process. She’d stroke the trigger, ghost her fingers over the barrel and expertly tease the weapon into doing exactly what she wanted.

Natasha Romanoff was not one to do anything without calculation, not one to do something without complete control. But, the soft noises that escaped your throat as she nipped across your jawline and licked over the burning bites to soothe the smallest bit of pain made her stop thinking. Stop calculating. It threatened to take her control.

Your back was up against the cool mahogany of her bedroom door. You’d barely gotten a chance to close it before her hands were all over you, and that floral scent invaded your lungs. You were frantic to pull her as close as possible, to feel her body fully against yours. You needed Natasha Romanoff more than you needed life itself. You needed her inside of you.

She seemed just as beside herself. Her nails ran up and down your sides, brushing against the exposed skin that the slit in that beautiful emerald dress provided. You were enamored with it earlier in the night. Now you were grateful for all the exposed parts of you, the hot touches and breathless kisses.

“So needy, malyshka” Natasha whispered between kisses. “You need me to take care of you, don’t you?”

Yes. You wanted that more than you could vocalize. Instead, you let out a groan that was muffled by her lips against yours. You understood the irony, feeling so safe with a woman who was one of the most feared within the city.

She reminded you in a gentle growl “words, baby, use your words.”

“Please, I need you.”

Natasha didn’t need another green light. She hauled you into her arms in a feat of strength, backing you onto the bed. The sheets were cool against your bare legs. The last time you’d been in this bed, you were in much worse shape. You preferred this, coming undone with Natasha’s wandering hands and damp kisses.

You hungrily pushed her jacket from her shoulders, brushing the pads of your fingers over her defined muscles. She smiled against your lips, throwing the expensive garment to the floor. You made quick work of the buttons down the front of her waistcoat, barely exposing the curve of her chest before her fingers reached up and grabbed yours.

“You’re far too clothed, darling.”

The objection was soft, and you were quick to comply when she pulled the dress up to expose your thighs. You lifted your hips and she moved the dress the rest of the way over your head, tossing it to the side. Her eyes raked hungrily over your dips and curves, hands caressing your sides, watching as your pulled air in and let it out in excitement.

“You knew this was going to happen?” Natasha said with a wolfish smile as she took in the lacy bra and panties that you wore.

“Hoped, really.”

“Do you have a safe word?”

“Do I need one?”

Her smile widened as she expertly slid the buttons from their proper place and pulled her waistcoat off. You were met with tanned skin, with a toned stomach and breasts that you itched to palm. She started to kiss along your neckline, down your chest, and the very start of your stomach. Expertly, she unhooked your own bra, tossing it in the same direction as your dress.

Natasha bit and sucked in the right places and your back arched in eager response. It distracted you from her wandering hands. You shuddered as she pushed past the elastic of your underwear, she brushed her finger up the length of your slit, and a breath got stuck in your throat.

“So wet already, just from a little teasing.”

“Natasha,” You moaned her name.

You squirmed as her touch moved lower, she kissed along your waistline, moved your underwear down your legs until you were fully exposed to her. She let out a content breath that was hot against your center, you fought the urge to press against her.

“Zaychik, I have a few rules,”

“Anything, just… anything.”

She kissed against your thighs, ever so close to you. It was driving you nuts, and while you trusted Natasha with your life, with your sanity, it was you who was struggling with control. You craved her touch and then resented how much you relied on it. You had never wanted anything more in your life.

“You belong to me. And that means, you can only cum when I give you permission.” You whined under her soft ministrations, bucking your hips forward. She bit hard against the expanse of your skin, enough to bruise. “Am I clear?”

“Y-yes, yes. Clear. Crystal. Baby please.”

Natasha hummed against you. “Good girl.”

Your cheeks heated at the positive reinforcement and your fingers curled into the expensive sheets. A gasp escaped you when her tongue met your folds. She licked expertly across the length of your center and an entirely pornographic noise left your throat when she stopped at your clit, sucking softly.

You could feel your heartbeat in your chest, pounding against your ribs in a perfect rhythm. Natasha slid a singular finger into you. It was painfully slow, and far from enough to fill you up. You resisted the urge to grind further into her. Another finger, another soft noise.

A combination of her quick movements and attention mouth brought you close to the edge embarrassingly fast. You had thought of this moment for months, how skilled she was, how your naked body would be writhing under her touch exactly as it was now.

When Natasha added a third finger, your mind started to grow foggy. You had known for awhile that you would do anything for her. It wasn’t a feeling that you shied away from in the slightest. Excitement was building in your core, breath coming quicker, sweat slicking against every inch of your body.

“Remember your manners, baby girl.” Natasha’s words vibrated against your core, making your squirm. “Not until I say.”

Her fingers curled inside of you, your walls tightening expertly around her. It took everything in you not to give in to her. There was an impossible pressure building inside of you. You gasped in as much air as you could muster.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You,” the answer came without hesitation. “Only you,”

“That’s right. You’re all mine, my little toy.”

Her words only worked you up more. You wanted to take care of her, wanted to worship her. You’d do anything she commanded. The word slipped past your lips without a second thought. She was working so hard to undo you. “Natasha… mommy”

Natasha let out a moan at the title, her pace increasing. She returned her hot mouth to your clit, circled it with your tongue expertly. She mumbled against you, words vibrating. “You can cum, princess.”

She didn’t’ have to tell you twice. You tightened around her fingers, arching off the bed as pure extasy washed over you. You clenched every part of your body, groaning into the crook of your arm to muffle the noise. Pleasure rolled over you, through the pit of your stomach.

Her mouth continued to work throughout the lingering pressure of your orgasm, threatening to build to another one. Natasha pulled her fingers from you with a wet noise. She breathlessly moved herself next to you, kissing your neck, your jawline. Natasha pressed her fingers against your lips, and you were eager and ready to accept them.

You could taste yourself on her, sucking them as she nipped at your earlobe. She whispered, feeling hot against your skin. “Such a good whore, so willing and ready to suck anything. Take anything. I can’t wait to give you a strap.”

Your heart began to race at the thought, and she smiled against you, clear that she could feel the increase of the rhythm from your closeness. Natasha removed her fingers, she kissed you hard, and you kissed her back with just as much passion, pulling away slightly to stifle a yawn.

“Tired already, Zaychik?”

You chuckled “you wear me out. Though, I’m not too worn out to make you feel good.”

“Mm, you’ve already made me feel good. I think we should get some sleep.”

You wanted to fight her on it, body still trembling from the rolling orgasm she had given you. But exhaustion was fighting too and Natasha readjusted you both until you were settled gently into the crook of her neck, one arm lazily over her midsection. She was gentle and attentive with her movements. Brushing strands of your hair behind your ear. Who knew Natasha Romanoff was a cuddler?

A spring storm had taken full effect by the time you had crossed back into the city, but it seemed that nothing could dampen your mood. The clouds that formed in dark clusters and released sheets of rain were something of beauty, not despair. The day was still warm, the breeze cold to cut through the sweat that formed on your brow. You’d cracked the window, allowing stray drops to cool your skin.

You stopped by the mailbox on the bottom floor, wiggling the smallest key on your ring into the lock until it opened. You barely checked the mail and it was stuffed full of coupons, advertisements, and the occasional statement from Veronica’s after-school daycare.

You tucked the papers under your arm and started the long ascent to your floor. You avoided the nails that stuck up through cheap wood. The spots in the carpet that had been soaked through with water damage. None of it seemed to bother you.

“Good morning, Miss Baxter.” You mumbled to the older woman who always perched in front of her door in a busted lawn chair. She had a perfect view of her neighbor across the hall. Her little, crusty white dog barked in morse code at you.

“What’s so good about it? Raining buckets and everything in this godforsaken place leaks.”

“Well, I suppose that’s where the buckets would come in handy.”

She made a disgusted noise in the back of her throat but you were already a good portion of the way up the final flight of stairs. You pressed your shoulder tactfully against your apartment door pushing it open before you threw the mail on the table and flicked on the kitchen light. The air conditioning chilled you to the bone, drying the damp spots on your clothes.

There was a click in the far side of the room, one that was unfamiliar from the ticking of the air unit, or the settling of an old building. You were used to those noises. This was entirely too human for your liking, so you drew your gun in a fluid movement, much like the other night.

Without hesitation, flicking off the safety and aiming.

Darcy was sitting in the beaten recliner in the corner. There was an upturned book on the side of the chair. You weren’t sure how long she had been sitting there, but from the bags under her eyes, the way her hair was pulled up into a messy bun, you knew it had been awhile.

You instantly lowered the weapon, hands suddenly shaking. “Darcy, what are you-?”

“I… I knew that something was up these last few months. I thought you had started seeing someone, a regular at the diner, or, or God forbid the dude who works behind the grill. But when I went to the diner you weren’t even there. They said you hadn’t been there for months. And can you please put that thing away?”

“Sorry, I’m sorry” your words were pinched as you rebolstered your weapon. “I can explain.”

“Can you?” She stood, closing the distance between you both now that there wasn’t a loaded gun in the middle. You straightened up, heart pounding haplessly in your chest. “Because Monica Rambeau came up to me at work the other day and told me that you were lying. She… she wouldn’t tell me what, just that you weren’t being truthful, and I defended you, y/n.

“I defended you because you’re my best friend. You have been for years. I’ve stood by you through everything. Through meeting Ronnie’s father, and getting pregnant and comforting you when he left you- because he did leave both of you!”

“Darcy,”

“No. Let me finish. Let me finish. I’ve been here for you every step of the way. Every single step and the only thing that I’ve ever expected from you is honesty. Don’t you think I deserve that? Don’t you think Ronnie deserves that?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, watching her carefully as she caught her breath, and her bearings. You had only seen Darcy this angry once, and it had been years ago. Sophomore year of high school when her parents decided to split, and her father tried to get her to move to Washington state with him.

She fought and fought because they waited until the last minute to tell her. They weren’t truthful, and you hadn’t been truthful either. More importantly, in both situations, she had been right.

“The y/n I know, can’t draw a gun like that, and doesn’t come home covered in bruises, and doesn’t flinch into action at every little noise. The y/n I know wouldn’t have lied to me in the first place. So, what is going on?”

“Can we… sit?”

You didn’t entirely trust the strength of your legs right now. Parts of you were sore, you had realized that as you climbed the stairs. You could feel them trembling now and fought the urge to curl up on the carpet that was right under your feet.

“I’m fine standing.”

“A drink, then? It’s uh, it’s five somewhere, right?”

“y/n.”

“Right, yes. I know.”

And you did know, but only to a certain extent. If Monica hadn’t gone to Darcy, would you have? It was a single night of drunken lovemaking followed by a less-than-graceful exit into the cold of autumn. There was a tightness to seeing her again, and the underlying fear that this would happen. But so many things were happening.

“I am sorry that I haven’t been truthful with you, but you have to believe me, it was for your own safety. For Ronnie’s safety. I would never lie without a good reason.”

“Well, that’s subjective, isn’t it?” Darcy’s breathed “You always think you know what’s best for me, what’s best to hide from me. But you don’t know what I can handle.”

Okay, you absolutely needed that drink. Darcy wasn’t going to leave now, not without answers she was pushing so hard for. Ronnie was getting too tall for her own good, so you hid the good liquor in the cabinet above the fridge.

Bourbon, warm or not, was your choice and right now you couldn’t bother with ice, just a mug that you had gotten from a thrift store. It was from Cabo and had a little white sand beach and a flamingo wearing sunglasses on the front. You’d never been to Cabo.

The first sip went down burning, and the second soothed the first. “I took a loan.”

“Like, from a bank?”

“From a shark. Technically. They don’t call them that, but that’s what they are. I didn’t realize it at the time, or else I wouldn’t have, but I was already two months behind on rent and I refused to ask you to cover me again. That’s not your responsibility. You already do so much for me and Ronnie.”

She opened her mouth to object, to rush in and say that she would have given you anything and you knew she would. But that didn’t change the fact that you wouldn’t have asked her in the first place.

“I didn’t pay them back in time and they weren’t very lenient. They took me under their custody to persuade me into coming up with the money.”

“Persuade? Their custody?”

“Kidnapped… beat within an inch of death. Whatever way you look at it, I was on their bad side.”

With horrible judgement you filled up another two fingers of whisky, only swallowing half but making eye contact with Darcy as you had done so. Simmering behind her deep blue stare was a mix of pity you were desperate to avoid. It soon dwindled back into discontent and that made you want to continue.

“I was spared on account that I wasn’t their usual clientele. Natasha, she called me… shit, what was it? An oversight? I was a blip in the system. I wasn’t supposed to happen and for that reason, and that reason alone, she offered me an ultimatum.”

Darcy sidled up to the counter that rested like a drawn line between you both. Her fingers tapped nervously on the surface but some of the tension had drained from her shoulders. “Natasha? That.. woman from the fair? The one with Clint?”

“Oh, Clint, you remember?” You smiled.

“He’s strong. Rugged.” She shrugged, frowning “That’s not the point. You’re telling me he’s a part of this sharking business? You’re telling me you let a known criminal that close to your daughter? To me?”

“I get how that sounds bad, Dee, but he’s really not a horrible guy. He’s a father himself and you’re right. You’re right. It’s not the point.” You swallowed the second half of your drink and placed the novelty mug in the sink to stop yourself from polishing off more of the bottle. “They gave me an ultimatum.”

“An ultimatum?”

“I could kill myself working at the diner everyday for the rest of my life. Twelve-hour shifts with most of the funds feeding right back into their palms. It would take decades to give back the money I took from them. Or, I could work for Natasha and pay off my debts in a quarter of the time.”

Silence filled the room. The only type of silence that you knew, that was filled with the sounds of the city. Your neighbors to the left were having a fight that seemed bigger than the one you and Darcy had now. A boombox blasted reggae music across the street and certain beats bled through the thin glass windows.

You swallowed the acrid flavor on your tongue. “For the last four months instead of the diner, I have been with Natasha. With Clint. They’ve been teaching me, and at first, I hated every single second of it. I was scared for… for weeks. But, Darcy, I’m starting to enjoy it and that scares me more than anything.”

“I need to sit down,” She mumbled.

“I offered,”

“I know.”

She flopped down onto the sofa that folded out into a bed. You’d slept there for a month when Darcy’s apartment was being fumigated and you refused to make her take the couch. It was hell on your back, but Ronnie had never been happier to wake up to the both of you each morning.

It carried a familiar clean scent. Darcy pulled a blanket into her lap and ran her fingers over the bumps in stitching. You cautiously lowered yourself down next to her, starting to feel the effects of an empty stomach and too much liquor for the afternoon. You were suddenly nauseous and starving all at once.

“There’s more,” Darcy said, “What you just told me was a lot, but there’s more. I know you, y/n, and I’m giving you an opportunity here to tell me everything.”

You sighed, slumping on the couch. You could feel the bar in the center of the couch push against your spine. There was a crack in the ceiling next to a gray and brown water stain that looked like a Rorschach test.

“Natasha. I think I’m in love with her.” You could hear Darcy turn her head with a dizzying quickness. “I’m not supposed to be, it’s the last thing I’m supposed to be. I’m supposed to be protecting her and that’s incredibly hard to do when I’m distracted by her eyes.”

Darcy was laughing and it lightened the mood in the room. The tension was still thick enough to slice with a knife, but it was enough to get you to look at her. “You’ve got it bad, huh?”

“The worst.”

“You really think this is what’s best, huh? Putting yourself into the line of fire like this? Handling a gun?”

“I do. I really, really do.” You picked up her hand, relieved that she didn’t pull away so you squeezed it, just to make sure that it was real. That she hadn’t run at the first sign of trouble. “I always tell Ronnie that I’d get us out of here one day. All of us. And I never knew how to do that on $2.00 an hour.”

Darcy sighed heavily; she leaned her head on your shoulder. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I know. But some risks you just have to take.”

The sun had broken through the clouds for the first time in days. It streamed through the windows of Natasha’s private office, nestled at the back of the large house. In the past week, you had been here twice and each time your heart thudded impossibly fast.

This time, she had summoned you before you were through the doors for your normal shift. There were no extra caveats. You weren’t meant to head down to the docks, or to one of the many storefronts that were rented from the Romanoff family. Instead, you were simply meant to be here.

The home was empty, you knew from the lack of cars that were outside. Natasha’s was the only one in the lot besides yours. There was a certain quiet to the day and the French doors that led to her private office were ajar to strengthen the airflow.

She was focused on the work in front of her, hair in a messy bun and two strands falling from her haphazard job. There were black frame glasses on her face. Her face was scrunched up in a frankly adorable expression. It softened when she glanced up and saw you, the ghost of a smile on her lips.

Much to your dismay, she removed her glasses “Come in, close the doors behind you.”

You did as you were told, letting them fall with the subtle shake of the blinds. They’d been closed but a small stream of golden light was splayed across Natasha’s desk. It caught the intensity of her eyes, the sharp green color that only came out when she was surrounded by these walls.

“Sit,”

Obediently, you moved to do so, pulling one of the leather chairs out from its spot on the other side of the desk. You felt shame, despite last night. She was still your boss, still the person you were meant to protect. That’s what you were being altered for.

“Not there.”

You lifted your eyebrows, halting in your spot. Natasha pushed back in her rolling chair, ever so slightly. She gestured vaguely to her lap. She can’t be serious? This had to be some type of test? It didn’t seem like one. You certainly wouldn’t mind having her arms wrapped around you, her scent enveloping, intoxicating.

Cautiously, you did as you were told, lowering yourself onto Natasha’s lap. There was an overwhelming warmth, a destined comfort to being in her arms, so much safety in the simple gesture of her pulling you close.

She guided your chin until your lips were close to hers, not quite touching. “Hi, baby.”

“Hi,” You responded before closing the distance. She hummed into the kiss, her tongue running over her lips, against the roof of your mouth. You could taste her morning coffee and a hint of mint.

“I missed you.”

“It’s been two days,”

She hummed, pressing her cold nose against your throat. The weekends were reserved for relaxation, and as much as you wanted to stay with Natasha in this giant house, you had a life within the city; a daughter, friends, responsibility.

“I don’t want you work for me anymore.”

You frowned and pulled slightly away from her, your arms still circling her neck. This certainly had to be a test but there was no indication to such on her face. She had nothing but a tender expression, a quiet one that left no room for argument, but you weren’t built like that.

“What?”

“I,” Natasha dipped her gaze, pressing her forehead against your cheek. Her words were a whisper. “I don’t want you to get hurt. You can’t get hurt if I don’t put you in the line of fire.”

There were a few moments of silence aside from the large clock on one of the bookshelves that clicked with each passing second. Natasha had never been vulnerable with you like this. There had been moments of soft expressions, but never this.

Gently, you lifted her chin, forcing her to look at you. “Natasha, I can’t do that. I can’t just stop protecting you. It’s all I’ve been training for these last months.”

“I want to offer you something more, y/n. You and Ronnie both. I want you to have a home here… with me.”

You breathed her in, your forehead against hers. Your eyes were closed, but you could feel her watching you for any kind of reaction, anything that would give your feelings away. She tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, the gesture making your shudder against her.

“I want that too. But more than anything, I want to keep you safe. I still want this. I still want to be there for you like I have been. Behind you every step of the way.” You chuckled sadly, “While being a trophy girlfriend sounds amazing, I want to earn my keep.”

Natasha smiled at you, “Girlfriend? That’s quite the title.”

“I mean it,” you played with her necklace, an equally as small gold chain. “I want to keep training. Girlfriend or not. If you’re going to keep me around.”

She moved forward, kissed against the small expanse of skin behind your ear, down the side of your neck. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Mmhm, but I was serious about you and Ronnie.” She pulled back, brushing her thumb over your flushed cheek. “I like you, y/n. You make me happy.”

Before you could respond, her lips were against yours again, her hands tracing up your sides. You were well aware of how close the two of you were, of how easy it was to get heated in this position, of Natasha’s cold fingertips as they ghosted under the hem of your shirt.

“I brought pizza from that place on the corner that you like,” You balanced the large and greasy box on your hip. It wasn’t your favorite place, the man behind the counter was always rude and the line was out the door. But it was for good reason, you had to admit, because the food was always delicious and made you forget about all the complications.

Darcy ate pineapple on her half the pizza like a criminal. You and Veronica were content with pepperoni, but you’d have to sprinkle extra parmesan cheese on her slices, cutting them into small pieces and providing her with a fork.

There was quiet to Darcy’s apartment. One that reminded you of the many times you had pulled your weapon in preparation. Your hands were full with the box, with a plastic bag filled with off-brand soda and two-dollar movies that were on the shelf at the corner store.

You struggle to swallow your own fear at the sight that lies in front of you. The television is muted, but a cartoon continues to cast the living room in a pale, blue light. Darcy is sprawled on the couch, her chest rising and falling in what seems to be a heavy sleep.

The light above the oven is on and the kitchen table is far from unoccupied. Ronnie looks up at your entrance, content with the array of markers, colored pencils, and crayons that are scattered in front of her.

Carol Danvers sits in an adjacent chair, working on staying in the lines of her own picture. You weren’t close enough to see what she had drawn, but based on her track-record you were sure it was something ghastly.

Monica Rambeau sat in the recliner, a mug of something steaming in her hand. Her eyes were trained on the television despite the lack of sound. They didn’t flick to you when you entered. She was confident that you weren’t going to make a move. Cocky.

“Is that from Ginos?” Carol asked, capping the marker that she was using. “God, they have the best pizza.”

“Yeah, it is.” You whispered.

Cautiously, you let the door close behind you. With an almost domestic way about you, you set the box and the bags down on the counter before wiping the sweat on your jeans. You made quick eye contact with Monica. She nodded at you, regarded you quietly.

“Sit, I was just telling Veronica that she’s very good at coloring. You’ve got a real artist on your hands, Y/n.”

“So, I’ve been told.” You sat down, keeping both of your hands on the table. Kate told you that it was a sign of trust. That if you were quick enough, and she was sure that you were, it wouldn’t matter how far away your weapon was. “What did you do to Darcy?”

“Oh, she’s just so exhausted. Sometimes working a nine-to-five will just take it right out of you. She’ll wake up tomorrow morning after some much needed rest.”

You nodded; mouth incredibly dry. Carol was watching you carefully. She had scribbled something that looked like a mass of color but the more you stared, just like the stain on the ceiling in your own apartment, the more it looked like something more.

She laughed, shaking her head “I’m afraid I’m not as good of an artist as your daughter.”

Ronnie looked at you, her eyes searching your face. It was easy to read her. You had for years. There was curiosity there, but no fear. Carol had probably led with something along the lines of I’m friends with your mother.

Or maybe it had been Monica who forced her way in first. She’d wandered into the kitchen and opened the box of food. Her nose scrunched up at the prospect of fruit on pizza, but she made quick work of picking off the offensive items.

Carol pushed the sheet of paper close to you. “Tell me, y/n, what do you see?”

“I… I don’t know. It looks like a duck.” She lifted her eyebrows, looking or more, and you confidently pointed to each element. “The beak is right here, and the eye is here.”

“Right.” Carol made a swift movement and flipped the photo. “What does it look like now?”

For someone that claimed not to have a good eye for art, Carol sure had a high opinion of a diagram she’d created with a few waxy crayons. It wasn’t the best drawn creature, but you got the general idea.

“A rabbit.”

Carol beamed at you and it made you feel sick to your stomach. “Clever one, aren’t you? Do you see how the world can be viewed in more than one way? To you, this could be a duck, or a rabbit, or just a poorly drawn abstract painting.”

“It’s very well done.”

“Don’t flatter me. I know what I’m capable of. I know what I’m up against. More importantly, I need you to know that sometimes, perspective can change everything.” She leaned back in her chair, rolling a crayon under her fingertips. “The Romanoff family is on the wrong side of an ongoing war, and by association, so are you.”

Veronica got out of her chair then, finally losing interest in the activity that was given to her. Monica and Carol tensed, as did you. But your daughter gave you a look that indicated television. Something else to occupy her mind. You let out a shaky breath.

“Sure, baby. Keep it low, okay?”

She nodded at you and scrambled over to the living room. There were soft noises from the cartoons afterwards. She sat patiently close to the screen to she could hear. She minded you well, hugging a throw-pillow close to her chest.

“It was very easy to track you down. Did you know that? Almost as easy to get in here, to have full access to your life. The life you had before you met Natasha Romanoff.” Carol reached into her coat pocket, she pulled out a business card. “You need to choose a side. If you’re going to stick around in this town, you need to choose a side, or get better locks.”

She left it on the table along with the smattering of art supplies and her crudely drawn photo that was supposed to teach you about perspective. Though, you were certain you knew all you needed to. There wasn’t even a question.

Carol stood and gestured for Monica to follow. She clapped you on the shoulder before she left, her words just the quietest of whispers. “I understand her allure, y/n. But there’s more than one force to deal with in this city.”

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yuugen-benni · 4 months

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Unintentionally but Intentional

Things, moments or scenes Unintentionally but Intentional attractive with your boys <3 A/N: I might consider this a Modern AU!, but it doesn't affect much so just read it the way you think is good for you!

Ever since Al Haitham was a young student, he has done the same thing: sharing the headset with you. When you two were young and he noticed how bored or down you were, he would tuck your hair behind the ear and put his headphones on you, making sure your hair wasn't messed and played a song he secretly knew you would like.

Tighnari's love for nature is obvious to everyone, but not everyone knows how attractive he looks when he takes off his gardening gloves. It's not every day you get to see a scene like this. His hands with beautiful bulging veins being revealed under that thick and rough glove; The way he stretched his arms, intertwining his fingers and cracking them together, relaxing his body after hours of nurturing his plants with the warmth of the sun kissing his skin. Simple and Gorgeous.

The way Kaeya was handsome without his eyepatch was totally unintentional. There was always something covering his right eye, whether it was his bangs or his eye patch, even with you - his lover. But you could see that it wasn't with the same concern. Sometimes he would blurt it out, showing the scar that ran diagonally down and that eye that was seen as lost, dull, but that remained mesmerizing.

Albedo refuses to cut his angel-like hair and not even God knows why. His bangs always obstruct his vision and the solution found was to use Klee's hair clips. Yes, those cute hair clips decorated with strawberries and bunnies. You couldn't help but be distracted by them whenever he is casually in your front. The gentle click of the clips being secured in his hair became a familiar sound, a playful ritual that added a touch of whimsy to his otherwise serious demeanor.

Freminet doesn't like to admit he's a professional swimmer. As a very shy person, he gets embarrassed if the full attention is turned to him. But you can't help it; your eyes uncounciosly are locked on him everytime he get out of the pool: his hands resting on the edge of the pool, his muscles of his slim arms flex lifting his body up while the water run down synchronized with his movements.

The way Neuvillette carries himself may exude authority to some, stoicism to others. In short, there are many people who fear him just by looking at him, but your case is different: The main source of your admiration for your boyfriend is precisely his serious but calm facade. It's impressive how his presence is something else in the room, how he always has a good posture, good words but such a soft heart.

When Kazuha makes promises, he always keeps them faithfully. I think that's what's so endearing about him: his quiet confidence. Kazuha will look into your eyes, close his fist and bring it towards his chest, right in his heart and promise the most impossible thing without any fear.

Thoma's simplicity touches the heart. You regularly see him smile at things that in everyday life almost no one notices. Maybe it's our busy minds or maybe it's Thoma's curiosity about the territory he now lives in. His simplicity is also conveyed by his gestures, especially those of affection, where he is direct, loving and conveys his great messages in the smallest of ways: a note, a kiss on the cheek and even with a look.

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benkeibear · 6 months

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⋆꙳✧༄ First time

❖ Character: Obanai

❖ Reader: female | AFAB

❖ Wordcount: 2.9k

❖ Summary: You're the serpent hashira's first

❖ WARNINGS: no dynamics, virginity loss, experienced reader, handjob, mutual masturbation, oral (reader giving), cum eating, fingering, creampie, slight overstimulation

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Being with Obanai was an experience itself, every time you made it over one wall around his heart, you found yourself facing another one. It's not that you minded it, you would climb and tear down thousands of walls over and over again if it means having him in your life. The first time he dared to kiss you was the first time you stayed the night at his place, the room pitch black and any source of light long erased before he took his bandages off. He felt so stupid for behaving like this but he didn't want to risk losing you, he just couldn't. His cold hands were holding yours so you wouldn't cup his cheeks when his slightly chapped lips gently locked with yours. It felt as if a ghost was kissing you, a touch barely there. “Nai… I won't break” you whispered against his lips when you pulled away ever so slightly. The shuddered breath against your lips broke your heart, his nerves clear on display because he knew you could be able to feel the scars if he moved in any closer.

Little did he know when morning came and the smallest specks of sunlight illuminated his face you could see what he was hiding behind the bandages that were now shifted and you found yourself staring. Uneasy at the feeling of being watched he woke up, the blood in his veins freezing when he felt the morning air hit his bare skin and saw your eyes on his face. His first thought was to cuss you out, to shut you out of his life but these thoughts evaporated when your soft thumb gently caressed the long scar on his right cheek, your face coming closer to his. “You don't need to hide from me… you're beautiful, Obanai Iguro” you whispered and the next thing he knew were that your lips were back on his. How could you say such things? Didn't you see how disfigured his face was? But his racing mind had no choice against the love you showed him, tender lips locking with his, your hands cupping his cheeks and once you pulled away you looked at him as if he put the sun and all the stars in the sky just for you. His heart skipped a beat when he realized just how much you feel for him and that you accept him the way he is.

The relationship moved slow and steady and you never once pressured him into anything he's not fully comfortable with, always asking consent before holding his hand or kissing him and most importantly, you let him initiate new things so he wouldn't get uncomfortable. The first time his tongue danced across your lips it took you by surprise but you gladly let him enter, swirling your tongue around his as the kiss grew more intimate and his grip on you became more desperate. He wanted to be closer, bodies next to each other and touching wasn't enough. Every pore of his body was screaming for you, yearning for your love and gentle touch but he pulled away - not allowing himself to have you, not yet at least. Your body felt like it was on fire, yet you didn't stop him from retreating since you knew that giving his body to you entirely takes so much of him and he's simply not ready for it yet.

When he allowed you to touch him for the first time it was once again pitch black, the darkness giving him some security because you wouldn't be able to see him completely. Your hand slowly traveled down his lean body until you reached the hem of his pants, the bulge you grinded against while making out moments before so prominent beneath the fabric. Despite his well controlled breathing he struggled to do so this moment and you hesitated to reach into his pants - did you change your mind? Did you realize he's not good enough for you? His mind was racing once again and you leaned your head onto his shoulder

“Nai…Breathe” you reminded him, feeling that he was holding his breath for a while now and only when he exhaled shakingly, you caressed his abs again.

“We don't have to-” you began but he bucked his hips towards your hand. “I need you to” he whispered, fearing that any other volume would tear this moment apart and he hated to admit how his body was screaming for your touch.

You nodded silently and breathed in his scent before kissing his neck gently, your hand slowly disappearing into his pants and a little strangled “ngh” escaped his lips when he felt your hand stroke over his hard length for the first time. Unsure what he even imagined it to feel like, it exceeded his imagination, the feeling his own hand gave him couldn't be compared to yours. Smiling against his skin you smeared his pre cum over his tip before pumping his shaft with a little pressure at a slow pace. Obanai’s slender hands clutched onto the sheets at the feeling, jaw tensing up as he tried to hold any noises back but you could hear him pant hard - cock twitching after mere seconds of your touch and you retreated your hand.

“Nai… could you take them off?” You whispered into his ear, not wanting to stain his pants from making him release within their confides but he shook his head “it's enough” he mumbled back, not wanting to get you dirty with his cum, you deserved better.

You wanted to protest, to give him the sweet release he craved and also earned but you respected his boundaries and simply cuddled up to him, the wetness between your legs not important. Patience was the key and when he's ready to bring you pleasure he would let you know, until then you would just touch yourself silently in the bathroom so he won't notice and feel bad about it - he knew though but he never brought it up, unsure how or if he could pleasure you properly.

Giving him handjobs became more and more frequent and sometimes he finished it himself, not allowing you to please him to completion just yet. One day you had a small idea and gave him a little smile instead of letting your hand wander down his body like so many times before

“Can you touch yourself for me? This time without anything on?” You asked curious, wanting to see his reaction and he surprisingly nodded, slowly undressing you but he couldn't hold your gaze when he opened his pants so you reached for his hands, gently kissing them.

“Wait. Let me just-” you hummed and turned to stand behind him, back to back as you took your top off as well, skin touching skin now and you could feel the goosebumps erupt on his skin from feeling you this close.

“We can stay like this and just touch ourselves, yes?” You suggested, always making sure he was okay and the next thing you felt was how he lifted his hips ever so slightly to take his pants off, now sitting bare behind you which made you follow suit.

Obanai was the first to initiate it, his slender hand wrapping around his pale cock and slowly stroking it up and down just like you always did for him. The previous make out session left you drenched, almost grinding yourself to completion on his bulge but you didn't want to tease yourself further, eager fingers dipping to your core to gather some slick before rubbing your fingers over your clit. The sweetest noises escaped your mouth when you could feel your lover leaning against you for support, the slick noises of your fingers curling inside your velvet walls almost driving him insane with lust until the knot in his abdomen snapped, releasing over his hand with a strangled moan, letting you follow suit as you came around your own fingers, your other hand rubbing your clit in fast circles as you moaned his name. Hearing his name moaned like this let the blood freeze within his veins, but it would be his new favorite noise of yours, letting him hear just how desperate you are for him as well.

“Can I turn around?” You asked softly, voice barely above a whisper as he gave you a noise of approval in return, feeling your arms wrap around his upper body only a second later and you slowly reached for his right hand, kissing his shoulder.

“You're so beautiful Obanai… so perfect” you hummed into his ear as you brought the cum covered hand closer but he locked up, not letting it close to you.

“Let me taste you… I promise it won't harm me” you reassured him and he gave in, not wanting to deny you anything but his head fell back against your shoulder when you took two of his fingers into your mouth, your tongue working over them as if it would be his cock. Once they were all clean you pulled away with a lewd “pop”, hiding your face in his neck right after when you saw the blush on his cheeks, knowing exactly what he was thinking. Maybe next time he would allow you to fulfill that fantasy of his.

These little moments went on until he was comfortable enough to face you while you gave him a handjob, eventually allowing you to wrap your soft lips around him and he swore that if a heaven existed, he made it there in these moments. His hips were bucking aimlessly as you bobbed your head up and down his length at a fast pace, one of his hands clutched over his mouth to keep the noises at bay while the other held onto the sheets for dear life. The twitching of his cock let you know that he was close and every time you could feel the anxiety rise up so you looked up into his eyes as you soothingly ran your hands over his thighs, nose nudged against his pubic bone and it did the trick for him. Seeing you so cockdrunk from giving him pleasure let the butterflies in his stomach go wild and he released down your throat as the softest groans escaped his lips. He didn't mean to buck his hips further in your face but it felt so good when you swallowed around him, he just couldn't get enough when his mind started to wonder how tight and warm your cunt would feel around him. A twitch of his cock made you pull away, your saliva slowly running down from his tip to the base.

“Do you want me to go on?” You asked slightly surprised since he wasn't so eager for more after he came, far too sensitive and growing reserved again which you respected. He nodded in response, trembling hands pulling you onto his lap by your hips, staying there to hold you tight and you got what he wanted, smiling down at him.

“You sure about that?” You asked just to confirm your suspicions and earned another nod, followed by a soft but firm “yes”

Gently you took one of his hands and guided it towards your mound and let go again. Obanai stared up at your eyes, looking a little lost and unsure how to proceed and if it would be any other time it would have made you giggle but you didn't want to ruin his newfound confidence in physical intimacy.

“You saw how I touched myself… Can you do it for me? It will make it more pleasurable to take you after” you explained, parting your legs a little further to make it easier for him to reach your dripping wet cunt.

He gulped but nodded, the image of how you rubbed your clit before two of your beautiful fingers dipped into your core was burned into his mind and he recreated your movements as if it's second nature. The way he massaged your clit in circular motions made you gasp, grinding your hips against his hand to get more friction but he got the hint, giving you exactly what you needed. Obanai might be inexperienced but he observed your reactions to everything, taking mental notes on what made you moan louder as he slowly pushed two slender fingers into your heat, moaning in sync with you.

Your velvet walls were so tight around his fingers already, making him wonder how he would fit inside of you. A spongy spot within your core took his attention when the pads of his fingers pushed against it, letting your moans raise in pitch and taking him off guard out of fear he hurt you but the way you clenched around his fingers let him know otherwise.

“God you're so good at this… I'm so close” you mumbled mindlessly between moans and it fueled Obanai's need to get you to come undone from just his fingers as he repeatedly curled his fingers against your sweet spot. The moment he brought his thumb down to play with your clit it was over for you, your walls spasming around his skilled fingers and his name falling off your lips like a prayer. He almost came untouched by the angelic sounds you made, making him love his name as he watched your orgasm take over your body only to slide his fingers out of your tight cunt when you’d calmed down. With a curious expression he brought his hand closer to his face, your slick almost dripping from his fingers as he pushed them past his own lips to taste you, just like you tasted his seed. His pupils blew wide and he groaned when your arousal melted against his tongue like silk, never having tasted anything so divine and he knew that he wanted more, growing hungry for your sweet release but you snapped him out of these thoughts, seemingly reading his mind.

“Another time, Nai… do you want to-?” You asked quietly, hoping he didn't change his mind because you needed to feel him inside of you. Once more he nodded, confirming that he wanted more as you positioned yourself above his achingly hard cock before holding his shaft to line him up. He took a deep breath when his tip touched your folds for the first time and despite wanting to hold back on his noises, a desperate “ngh” escaped his scarred mouth when you lowered yourself onto his dick. You placed his hands on your hips so he could take control, unsure how slow you needed to be but he pushed you down in just one thrust, fearing he would die if he couldn't be inside of you entirely. The harshness of this thrust knocked the air out of your lungs and you fell forward into his arms.

“Hmm just like that” you encouraged him when he began to thrust erratically, the slight curve of his cock letting him hit just the right spots inside of you and the strength his thrusts held pushed you to the edge once again.

Obanai had to flip you over, needing to rut into you as if it's the last thing he would do. Desperate for your moans, struck by the love you held for him, he came unexpectedly, the tight heat of your velvet walls far too much for his virgin cock to handle. His eyes were screwed shut as breathless moans fell from his mouth, making him look ethereal above you, the dim light illuminating him just right.

It didn't matter to you that he came early, not having expected for him to last long during his first time but it clearly bothered Obanai who brought his hand between your bodies that were glistening with sweat so he could rub your clit once more. “I need to feel you around me” he mumbled into the crook of your neck, overstimulating himself by staying inside of your pussy but it was all worth it when the knot in your abdomen snapped a second time, your back arching so beautifully against him as your cunt fluttered around him, milking him of everything he had to give. Your orgasm was enough to trigger another one of his, only able to pant and whimper into your neck as he fell apart, eventually just resting his weight on top of you.

Gently your arms slithered around his slim frame, enjoying having him this close for once before it got too much for him, having to excuse himself from your embrace, still having to get used to being held for an extended period of time but you didn't mind, simply kissing his shoulder before getting up, his seed slowly running down your thighs in the process and the view sent a shiver down his spine at the thought of having released inside of you. He didn't mean to taint you with his cum but he knew that you would have wanted it that way so he gave it to you.

“Are you coming? I let you a bath in” you called out from the bathroom, hoping you could soak your sore body in the hot water with your lover together. He sure was inexperienced but his will to be enough for you sure made up for it.

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praisethesuuun · 7 months

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One Piece characters reacting to you grabbing their boobs!

Marco

🪽The poor guy wasn't expecting it at all. Marco was dozing with his eyes open, completely relaxed as he sat on the handrail of the Moby Dick; the light breeze ruffled his blond hair, while the sunlight made his skin and the tattoo on his chest shine. He was so relaxed and with his guard low that he didn't hear your footsteps slowly approaching behind him, as silent as a cat's footsteps hunting a bird.

🪽Marco jumped when your hands made their way around his hips, your fingers grazing his abs softly. "You scared me for a moment-yoi" he speaks, now with a calm tone instead of a worried one.

🪽The commander started to blush when your hands started to move up, more and more, until you grabbed his boobs, squeezing. Your head pressed against his back, your gentle touch on his body and sensitive parts...give him time to recover from the surprise, then you'll see some good ones. And pray that no one saw or you will never hear the end of it.

Shanks

❤️Oh Lord, good luck with that! We all know how playful Shanks is, a shameless free spirit, always ready to do whatever he wants and prefers, especially when it comes to you. And if his little darling wants to play, then he won't shy away from the fun.

❤️Probably, you decided to tease Shanks during one of his serial drinks at the bar. He was simply beautiful in the noisy atmosphere of the club, singing and joking, while a few drops of beer soaked what little beard he had on his face. His breath caught in his throat when he saw you licking your soft lips, your fingers cold under your shirt, feeling the hot skin.

❤️"Right now?" the red head whispered to you with his signature smirk, starting to do the same to you, making your body shiver. His fingers were more calloused than yours, but they weren't unpleasant. And, at the exact moment you squeezed the captain's chest tightly, he did the exact same thing to your boobs, moving the bra and feeling you whole.

Garp

👊Honestly, he'd been expecting this for a while. He didn't expect a cadet with so much interest in him and also quite a cute one. Garp lacked female attention, which was increasingly rare as he got older, so he'll start taking you under his wing. Expect to see him flexing his muscles more than he should when you're around there, he probably doesn't notice either, but don't let the marine notice, you don't want to ruin the fun, right?

👊"Come and watch my training tomorrow, so you will learn something". Yes of course, of course, old fox. One blow then another, a few drops of sweat venturing along his abs, hard as steel despite his age; Garp scratched his beard in a lazy way while waiting for you to get another dummy. Your eyes seemed full of stars, your curious irises moved over his body, analyzing every scar, even the smallest.

👊Your hand moved without you even realizing it, squeezing his boobs and pressing on his nipple too. Garp's face was flawless, his mouth open and his eyes wide, but he refused to shy away from the contact. Suddenly, the Vice Admiral was hotter than expected and began to sweat more: no one had ever touched him like that and he wasn't sure how to behave. "Let's not talk about it with anyone, okay? In fact...let's just pretend nothing happened!"

Dragon

🌧The image in your head already makes you laugh. Mokey D. Dragon, the most wanted man in the world, leader of the revolutionary army, feels his legs shaking when you are around him. Your personality always finds a way to make his heart do somersaults, I question the tormented soul of man.

🌧One of your favorite things to do is to hide under his cloak, hugging him gently and covering you from the ever-present wind and rain. Dragon loves to feel your closeness, so he doesn't mind that much and it lets you do what you want. But keep your eyes open, Dragon. Something is about to hit...

🌧During one of his many moments of reflection, the presence behind him decided to act. At first, the revolutionary didn't think much of it, thinking it was just another one of your simple hugs, and then...GRAB. Dragon jumped, squirming slightly. "What the hell was that for, woman?! Let go!" but you didn't. After that episode there were others, eventually he got used to it.

Killer

💙You were both lying in your bed. Killer had his arms wrapped around your body, smaller than his. The man loved having you all to himself, allowing himself to remove his helmet and let some weakness be overlooked; your breathing calmed him and he clung to you as if he was scared to let you go.

💙Killer's chest was soft, big, welcoming...impossible to ignore. His hard training had paid off and they were all for you to taste and feel; obviously, your head was right between her boobs, while an expression of pure bliss. You began to feel your new pillow, leaving a few kisses here and there, waking your lover up. "Y/N...what are you doing..." the blonde mumbled, the voice deep and thick with sleep.

💙Even though Killer looked like a tough brute, the Massacre Soldier was a sweetheart in love. Given his lack of experience in this field, frustrating him was really easy. "W-Wait..." your lover sighed softly, blushing and adjusting himself a bit. His arms tightened around you as his nose nuzzled into your hair, smelling your scent and letting you do it..

Kid

💢You're in for a browl if you even think about doing that. Kid doesn't like to be touched too much in general and still needs to get used to the gentle and loving touch of the person next to him. It will be hard to deal with him the first few times, but he will still try to be a little nicer to you.

💢Just try not to do it in public, if you really want to do it, in private; and pay attention to the nipple, don't pull it too much and don't make strange movements. He has piercings there, and while they bring pleasure, they can also hurt a lot. If you try to do something like this in public, his anger will explode and he will scream at you: he has a reputation to protect, you can't just do as you please.

💢The first time you squeeze his pecs, Kid has to stop himself from blushing more than he should. "Don't do anything strange, woman" he will repeat, while your hands danced on his boobs, playing with the piercings and trying to be as gentle as possible.

Benn Beckman

🚬Serious, stoic and weak to women. Benn never refuses your hands on his body, he really doesn't mind that, at all. He always relaxes when you pet him, tracing his muscles and loving it, he keeps fit for you too after all; and if there's one thing that's true, it's that the vice captain is proud of his body.

🚬If Benn lets you do it, it means he is truly in love with you. So, since taking him by surprise is impossible, first he will let you hold his chest as you like, then he will take revenge by doing it to you. "What's the problem, dear? You like my chest? I like yours too..." he will whisper in your ear, grabbing you just like you did with him earlier.

🚬If first your fingers stopped in the middle of his nipple, squeezing or teasing it slightly, Beckman will give you the exact same treatment, holding you in his arms and whispering sweet nothings to you. What a gentleman he is!

Crocodile

🐊Expect to be judged, very judged. Crocodile is a classy man, he doesn't get lost in too many romances or anything like that, and above all he hates being touched suddenly. He much prefers a slow, sensual touch rather than a sudden squeeze.

🐊"What the hell are you doing?!" he will scolds you, turning around immediately and blocking your wrists in his much bigger hands; he squeezes so tightly, you can feel his rings on your skin. When the man sees your slightly scared big eyes at something like this, he will let you go, turning away.

🐊But he'll make it up to you, don't worry. He will take you out for dinner, buy you anything you want and, even if reluctantly, make you hold and feel his chest. You'll have the big Crocodile on his knees.

#one piece #one piece crocodile #one piece x reader #one piece x female reader #one piece x you #one piece x y/n #crocodile #monkey d garp #garp #red haired shanks #shanks #benn beckman #monkey d dragon #eustass kid #eustasscaptainkid #killer #marco #marco the phoenix

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coryosbaby · 1 year

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Just imagine subby Ethan being all stressed with econ and stuff like that and asking soft Dom reader to help. I'd literally melt and die right there and then

this is disgusting if u know me irl no u don’t

Warning: finger sucking, oral (m recieving), mommy kink, smell kink, cum play, sex toys, ball sucking LMFAOO, anal play, exhibitism towards the end, sub! Ethan, dom! Reader

“I’m so sick of this shit!”

Ethan’s voice rings out through your shared apartment as he throws a pencil onto the ground. His econ work sits in front of him, half done, scribble marks laid along the bottom of the page. His head is in his hands, and his bottom lip quivers. You frown at the boy’s frustration, leaning down to put your hand on his back and rub it soothingly.

“What’s wrong, baby?” you ask, and he rubs his eyes harshly, grabbing one of your hands and holding it against his face. It’s a habit, one that he developed since you two had got together, and one he always does when he’s really stressed.

“‘M just… I’m so wrapped up in work..” He sniffles, and you realize he’s crying. “I’m so tired of doing it! But I can’t pass if I don’t finish it.”

“Sweetheart…” You come to wrap your arms around him as he quietly cries into your chest. “It’s gonna be okay. I promise. Why don’t you take a break, hm? We can go watch that show you like, maybe order some takeout. Is that okay?”

He shakes his head.

“I-I need to do this assignment. I can’t finish it tomorrow, I have an exam-“

“You can do it tomorrow. I’ll even help you, if you need it. Right now you need to relax, okay? Please, angel?”

He contemplates for a moment, pretty face covered in tears. But then he nods, and begins to get up out of his seat.

“Yeah. I’ll do it tomorrow.” He wipes his eyes, and you smile, pressing a gentle kiss to his soft lips.

“Good boy.” You praise. You notice that he’s wearing his jeans, and grab his hand. “C’mon, let’s change you into something more comfortable.”

“Okay, momma..”

You beam at the nickname, one you know the boy is the most comfortable calling you. Once he changes into his most soft pajamas, you order takeout and you both watch his favorite show, just like you planned.

But then the poor baby starts getting squirmy. he’s moving around a lot more than usual, his hands trailing along your thighs, adjusting his pretty body. His back presses against your tits, and he can feel your hard nipples poking through the fabric of your tank top. He huffs, knowing that in this position he can’t reach out to feel your tits.

You tilt your head to look down at him, your fingers going up to his hair to settle him.

“Are you okay, sweet boy? Do you need something?”

And at that, he lets out a small whine, turning his body around to kiss you softly on the mouth. It’s slow, but you can feel the need in the action. Your eyes widen at the sudden intrusion of his tongue inside your mouth, gliding against your teeth. You moan, and he turns his body fully around so he can grab you by your jaw and needily push his cock against you.

You chuckle at his eagerness, pulling away to stroke your fingers along his plump lips.

“needy boy,” you coo.

His eyes are glazed over, now; he’s always been the type to get riled up way too easily over the smallest things. He’s such a sensitive boy, so full of want and the need to be touched and fucked. His tongue lolls out to taste your fingers, and he takes two of them into his mouth to suckle gently. You bite your lip, moving your fingers back into his tight throat, and when you teasingly poke the very back of it, he chokes. You smile, watching his eyes become watery from the aggravation. You stroke his neck, fingernails scraping the soft skin over his addam’s apple, and he keens.

“Like having your little throat filled, honey?”

He nods around your fingers, and his eyes roll back in bliss. He loves having things in his slutty little mouth, loves the taste of your skin and the way his throat clenches.

Your hand reaches down to grab his cock, and he moans. He’s hard, incredibly so, and you begin to rub your palm in circles over him. His big thighs shake from the stimulation, and you laugh.

“you’re so perfect, so beautiful. you look good enough to eat, baby.”

Your fingers move out of his throat with a wet pop, and he breathes deeply.

“Thank you.” He says, his voice scratchy.

You smile, and guide his body down onto the bed. He’s on his back, and his tee shirt rides up to expose his torso. You pull down your tank top to expose your tits, and he groans. He tries to reach his hands out to touch them, but you tusk and grab his wrists. He pouts.

“No, no, baby.” You tut. “You don’t get to touch yet.”

“But ‘m so stressed, momma.” He gives you puppy dog eyes, and he makes sure to run his calf along your ankle. “Don’t you wanna make it go away?”

You know he uses guilt tripping to try and get his way in times like this, and honestly, it works every time. He’s just too pretty to say no to, too perfect to you.

“You’re so spoiled, y’know that?” You say.

“I just wanna feel good…”

“I know, sweetheart,” you stroke his soft hair out of his face and he brings his hand up to feel yours. “I’m sorry. I know you’re really upset right now. And I’m gonna give you want you want. Because we take care of each other, right?”

“Mhm…”

You hold his hand as you reach over to the bedside table to pull out a bottle of lube from the first drawer. He giggles, excited that you’ve brought it out. Another thing he likes is when he gets all wet and messy.

He sighs in ecstasy when you reach into his pajama pants to pull his length out. You rest it on top of the waistband, and squirt some lube onto your hand. You then bring his cock into your palm and begin to stroke him. He keens, cock achy as he hears his own wet prick being fucked against your hand.

“T-Thank you, momma. You feel so good.”

“You’re welcome, baby.”

You move your body down so your mouth is near him. You can smell him, musky and oh so delicious, and bring his wet tip into your mouth.

His mouth falls open, and he whimpers.

“Oh, fuck!”

He thrusts his dick against your lips. He tastes so good, as sweet and as yummy as any candy or desert. Your brain gets foggy, feeling entranced by him.

And then you’re suckling one of his balls into your mouth, spit dripping down your chin as taste his sack. He’s shaking, pretty balls aching to be emptied and milked.

And when he’s cumming for the first time, when you’re tongue goes down to his ghost over his taint, he yells, and shoots thick creamy ropes all over his belly.

But you don’t stop. Your hand goes back to his dick and you aggressively stroke him, and he begins to cry.

“Yes! Nnngh.. use me, use me, momma! ”

And when he squirms, trying to crawl away from the delicious friction you’re giving him, you just laugh. It’s cute, the way his body and his brain are at two different standpoints; he needs to get away, needs to calm down, but he just loves the feeling of being overstimulated too much :((

You grab him by his throat, and he gasps. You maneuver his body to be up on his knees, his back pressed against your naked chest.

“You’re going to cum as many times as I want you to tonight. You wanted me to touch you, so that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

He sobs, and then he’s gasping for air as his cock shoots out another load of white sticky cum onto your hand.

“Oh, that’s it. That’s my fuckin’ boy. Yeah, little cock feels so good, doesn’t it?” You bring your nose into his neck, feeling the sweaty skin there. God, he smells so fucking good. Your eyes almost roll to the back of your head, cunt throbbing and soaked. He’s all yours, yours to play with and use, and the heady scent of him is making you go feral.

Ethan nods eagerly. Regardless of the overstimulation, he’s still all excited and his stomach is twisting with butterflies. You’re so kind, and such a goddess to him. He can’t believe hes so lucky.

“‘W-Wan-“ he exhales shakily, and his head falls forward onto your arm. “‘Wanna cum again, momma. Want you to milk me. Feels so so good…”

You giggle, and he tries to calm his racing heart beat for a second by resting against you. You gently rub his shoulders, press kisses to his lean back. And then he’s bringing himself back down onto the bed and asking for you to use toys on him.

And of course, you do just that; soon, he’s sobbing as you press a dildo into his ass while a vibrator is shoved against the base of his leaking dick. He’s all messy, cock covered in sticky cum and wet lube, and hickeys liter his now completely nude body. His mouth is gagged with your panties and his throat is filled with the taste of you.

He cries when you finally manage to shove the whole silicone dick inside him, hips fucking up into the strong pulse of your pink vibrator.

Your wet pussy is pressed against his thigh as you control him this way, and he sobs as you leak all over his leg. And then, you whip out your phone and begin to record his body being abused and split open. He’s your perfect little doll, and he knows it.

And that’s why he starts to put on a show for the camera, giving into the adulterated bliss of his raging thoughts.

#this is sucky I’m sorry #Ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x fem! reader #ethan landry smut #sub! ethan landry #dom! reader #scream 6 #scream

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alexthetrashyracoon · 1 month

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CW// Smut (It’s probably real bad and sucks) Age Gap (Price is 40, Reader is 25-30) Cheating (Readers’s partner is an asshole and deserves it) MDNI 18+

Price who is hearing you having a fight with your partner about him barely having time for you and probably sleeping with his secretary which they doesn’t actually deny.

So when he hears your scream that they should never come back again, followed by the banging of a door, Price knows, it’s time to make a move, even if it was wrong.

The heart wants what the heart wants.

He knocks, three quick rasps against your front door and a second later, as if you were waiting for someone, probably that loser you call your partner, you rip the door almost out of its hinges. When you see him instead of someone else, you’re visibly disappointed.

“Brought wine and a shoulder to cry on, luv.” He grinned and held the bottle up. You chuckle and step aside. “Thanks, John.”

You sit down on your worn couch, you talk most of the time, Price listens. And he looks, he looks how your lips move with every word you say, how your nose crinkles when you get angry. Or how the disappointment in your eyes was bigger than ever since he met you.

“I could make you forget all about them, luv. Can make you think about nothing else but me for a while or forever, however you like.” Price said and squeezes your thigh.

You both know you shouldn’t go down that way, because Price knows, despite your partner being an asshole with an ego the size of Mars, you’re loyal. But also desperate to be treated like you deserved it.

It’s not long after that he has you riding his cock on the worn couch, Price had worked his way into your pants, gentle touches to your shoulder down to your chest over the swell of your belly and to the waistband of your pants. He has a hand in them the second you nod and give him permission to move on, hand slipping in and playing your most sensitive parts, rubbing, tugging, everything to make you a sensitive mess in his arms.

But Price isn’t a cruel lover, far from it, he makes sure you cum at least twice before he thinks about himself and his pleasure and removes his hard, straining cock from his pants and boxers, strokes it a few times before nudging its red, leaking cock against you winking entrance, Price makes you feel every inch of heated meat he pushes into you, your walls clenching around him, making it hard to move, while he sucks and licks around your pebbled nipples, playing with them until even the smallest hit of cold air makes your eyes turn inwards.

Price will definitely remember all the special spots that make you scream for more, for the next time you and him are together, he’s a simple man who loves to hear more of your sexy noises.

“Shit, so good, taking my cock so well…” He grunts into your ear while plunging into your hole, short cut nails digging into the fat of your thighs, pulling you down at the same time to make it even more delicious for the both of you.

He grins when he feels you clenching around his thick meaty dick a third time, another orgasm building, squeezing harder than before, making it almost impossible for him to keep control. You moan and whine, nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, biting his skin as if to lay claim and Price can’t say he’s against it. “God, I’m close…” He says, squeezing your ass hard enough to bruise, not that you mind.

You cum before him. A choked up, broken moan spilling your lips before he crashes his against yours to swallow every single sound you make while pounding even faster into your hole and seconds later spilling himself inside you.

“Fuck…” You pant when the adrenaline starts to wear off.

“That we did indeed.” Price grins and squeezes your hips, bucking his hips to drive the point home with his softening cock still inside you.

He helps you clean yourself, a real gentleman this one, wiping away the sweat that gathered on your body, massaging your calves and thighs until you’re groaning again, but no (maybe a small amount) sexual tension between them right now.

“Thanks.” You smile, dressed in your oversized sweater, voice still a bit hoarse from your previous activities.

“What for, dear? Fucking you so well or for listening to you?” He asks while sipping his wine.

“Both I guess… I needed that. Think I picked my self-worth back up again thanks to you.” You sound much better now, voice still slightly wrecked but less sad about this loser you call a partner.

Ex-Partner, John thinks to himself.

“Mhm, glad I could help, sweets. Now, let me take you out on a real date, so I’ve got an excuse to fuck you again.” Price grins before catching your lips in another kiss, swallowing your giggles before glancing over to the open apartment door, hiding the grin in that kiss. Price was glad he made you forget about that dick of a partner and he was even gladder to make your partner see how well Price could treat you.

#john price #price x reader #captain price #cod price #captain john price #captain price x reader #captain price x you #cod x gn!reader #gn reader #alex writes #smut

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judeswhore · 1 month

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you just appreciating how jude notices the little things about you when you guys are intimate because it shows how much he really cares and isn’t just using her for his own pleasure. like notices how it’s always harder for u to reach ur first orgasm, so he has to be really gentle and soft with you in order to get you there. but then after the first one, they pretty much come and go like seasons so u prefer him to go a little rougher and harder with you. and he notices that he has to do this without u even saying it to him and that just makes ur heart all fluttery

this but w fwb jude which makes it even more important to u bc there’s not supposed to be any feelings between u but obviously there is in the way he treats u/pays so much attention to what u need. doesn’t matter when ur fucking or where he’ll always make sure u get the most pleasure from it so he’s always being so slow and attentive when he’s trying to bring out ur first orgasm. just soft kisses and whispered praise in ur ear, fingers so so gentle over ur skin and even when he’s pressing them inside u he’s still being so soft and careful bc he knows it’s the smallest and most careful touches that get u to cum. or he’ll settle between ur thighs and eat u out and still he’s being so slow and gentle, soft swipes of his tongue over ur clit bc he knows ur sensitive and he doesn’t want it to be too much and he knows it takes u a little longer to cum but he never ever rushes u or makes u feel like it’s taking too long and when u finally do cum he’s showering u in praise, telling u ur his good girl and that he’s just so proud of u!!!! but then after that first orgasm he knows he can be a bit rougher with u and knows you’ll be coming within minutes now so he’s a little less careful with his fingers and he’s a little rougher when he’s fucking u and he just loves how this is when u lose control and u can barely speak besides whimpering out his name. and it’s so important to u bc you’ve never actually told him that this is how u needed he’s just so attuned to ur body and what u like that it’s second nature whenever ur together

#hey jude :)

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theweasleytwinsownmyjuicyass · 5 months

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Love of my life | D.R.

Daniel Ricciardo x younger!reader

Summary: What happens when you confess your profound love to the person whose heart you broke? How fragile is the hope of reconciliation?

Warnings: comforting angst??? (idk even im in my feels)

Word count: ~1.2K

“Hiding from me?” the velvety voice behind you felt more familiar than you’d like it to.

“Should I?” you turned your eyes away from the dark ocean before you and met his eyes. Gosh he looked handsome and you could feel your body react to him, still the same as it was, gentle shock waves weaving through your fingertips.

“God I hope not…” he sat down beside you on the straw beach furniture. You were trying to keep your gaze on the horizon of the ocean where water seemed to bleed into the dark night sky and become one.

You could hear him take a deep breath, it was shaky and an uncomfortable feeling settled in your gut as if foreseeing that his following words would remind you of something you had been trying to keep buried for the last 5 months.

“I didn’t think I’d see you here tonight…” he spoke out softly, his eyes on your silhouette, encaged by the silver glory of the full moon you looked untouchable. And he knew that you were untouchable to him, no matter how much his palms seemed to have thoughts of their own and wished to just reach out to you, and relish in the touch of your silky skin just like he’d done months ago.

“Why not? You know I didn’t attend all those parties just because of you,” you held your stare stoic, letting yourself get lost in the starry night sky, counting the stars only so you’d hold yourself back from latching on the man sitting beside you.

Nothing could have you forget the day you’d met him. Ironically it was a party that you had only attended because you were dying to catch a glimpse of the charming man that he was. Luckily, at least that’s what you thought at that very moment, you had caught his eye and soon enough you were carrying his heart in your hands and he was carrying yours. Although now after everything, you believe you might have been wrong about the later…

“Y/n… I just want to say-”

“Please don’t say it, don’t apologize again,” you turned to him almost instantly which left him speechless, your eyes sparkling in the moonlight reminiscent of the various jewels he used to clasp around your neck and the supple kisses he’d leave there throughout the day, but the jewels that adorned your eyes now weren’t a consequence of a blissful time together, “I will not hear it again… I do not need to be reminded of that… time”, you lowered your head trying to catch your breath and the lonely tears from falling.

“Baby,” he kept his hands secured in tight fists, too easy to lose control now that he could see tears escaping out of your eyes and cascading down your cheeks. He still remembers the salty streaks from the last time he’d been this close to you. How could he ever forget when the pain he’s been carrying in his chest for so long never denied itself. You had given his heart back to him, but you sure took a piece of it for yourself before that, though how could he blame you when he had done the same… to have the smallest part of you and suffer rather than have no memory of you was and would always be Daniel’s first and only choice.

“Daniel,” your eyes traveled back to his warm eyes, the same one’s that had made you all the promises of a perfect tomorrow. One that never came. One that you still let yourself dream about whenever the air smelled like the cologne you’d gifted him, the one he was still wearing now…

Looking at him you wished you could hate him, you wished to be physically repulsed by the man in front of you, maybe that would help you walk away now and continue living as you once had. Striving for the brightest most delightful future, without looking back at the old dark days, but he has possessed your mind, you can no longer make a step without seeing him there, what if’s about the past clouding your future. How could he sit there and give you those eyes… those gorgeous sad eyes. You bit back your lip. You could no longer kiss his sad eyes and see them light back up after.

“Y/n… you were the love of my life,” he accepts the torture that is to come his way, he knows he deserves it for the crime he just committed. Tears were fully running down your cheeks now, large droplets falling into the sand beneath your feet and disappearing right away, like they were never there…

“Why are you doing this to me, Daniel?” you instinctively covered your face with your palms as sobs made your shoulders tremble, hiding the tears from him even if he’s seen them already. You hated nothing more than for him to see you cry.

“I just… I felt that you had to know, because I never told you how much I actually loved you. I treated you so wrong for a very long time and I am to blame for that… I was the shitty older guy who took advantage of someone who didn’t know what she was doing…”

“That was the problem, Daniel. You always viewed me as a child…I am young, but I am not a kid and I can make decisions for myself. You might regret me, but I know the choices I made and I have no remorse over them,” your heart ached. How unfortunate is it to meet the love of your life and understand that they never truly saw you as their equal.

“The only thing I regret is not doing more to get to know you and… leaving you behind… I was in the wrong, so please do not cry darling…” his voice sounded so different, he was breaking from the inside out seeing you this way. He leaned closer to you, his warm palms encompassing your wrists to reveal your face to him.

Two pairs of teary eyes stared into one another.

The both of you took in a shaky breath in, which finally broke the suffocating tension and helped your lips ease into a simple smile. Daniel wiped at your cheeks, his touch ghostly light, removing the salty puddles, before gracing your forehead with an effortless kiss.

“I’m sorry too, Daniel,” you leaned back just so you could once again let yourself go and drown in his warm eyes, completely forgetting your morals and bringing back the buried feelings you couldn’t not tell him, “You were also the love of my life…”

Now it was Daniel’s turn to let the tears flow. And he did. He wished he had you, all of you, he wished to cry on your shoulder whenever a race went wrong, he wished to have your attentive hands run through his curls and soothe him when the air seemed to get too heavy. Most importantly he wished he had said it sooner, the short ‘L’ word, because if he had, you’d be home, tangled in bed together with big tranquil smiles on your faces.

Instead you two were crying on a beach together, reminiscing on what would have been if it could have been. But it was enough for Daniel, even if he was crying, at the very least he was crying with you… the love of his life…

A.N. loving older men is not a hobby, it's a lifestyle<3

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allmyocsarebritish · 15 days

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Domestic bliss <3

Pairing: Alastor X Reader

Warnings (?): Fluff, old timey dancing, the song I imagine they were listening to is linked at the end!!

The soft jazz of Alastor's radio accentuated the cozy atmosphere, as rain pattered against the glass of your window. Streaks of red light infiltrated the room, basking it in a warm scarlet glow. The scent of pine and the taste of fresh, woodland air emanated from the marshland that spread over half of your shared hotel room.

With a short sigh, you rose from the mahogany desk, wandering over to Alastor, who crouched beside the radio, fiddling with the dials. His coat was draped over the back of your classy chair, the sleeves of his button up rolled back and fastened in place, exposing scarred, slender forearms, which faded from his skin tone to ebony black. He reached out a hand to you, soft smile playing on his black lips as he rose from the floor.

"Shall we, my dear?" He offered, to which you intertwined your fingers with his own.

"Of course, love."

He brightened, free hand delicately resting on your waist, testing the waters to ensure you were comfortable. You leaned into his touch, your own arm draping over his shoulder. Together you waltzed and swayed to the gentle rhythm of the song, and, as the music continued you drew closer and closer towards eachother. Alastor's clawed fingers lightly traced grounding circles across your back, sending slight chills gracing your spine at the gentle sensation.

The drawl of Duke Ellington became nothing but background noise to Alastor's rhythmatic and comforting humming. It drew your attention away from the radio, capturing your undivided attention onto him and him alone. Where it belonged, entirely captivated and enthralled.

Slowly and almost tentatively, as if expecting him to jolt away, you laid your head on his chest, feeling the vibrations in time to the song. But instead of pulling apart as you expected, Alastor leaned further into you, hand separating from your own to soothingly stroke at your hair. Your own arm came to rest on his hip, hugging his waist. The two of you swayed in time to the beat, parting on occasion as Alastor twirled you, which left you giggling and flustered each time before swiftly joining back together.

Eventually, when the music began to fade and the song drew to a close, Alastor's humming also ceased, leaving the room feeling still and silent. You sighed your contentment, though your breath hitched in your throat due to surprise as you were jolted upside down unexpectedly, your back folding over his arm in a dip. He chuckled at your shock, and you chimed in upon catching your bearings.

Alastor pulled you back up in a much more elegant fashion, tugging you in close, your still-heavy breathing matching pace. Your cheeks were flushed and eyes were wide, staring admiringly and adoringly into his own, half closed as ever, to which you were met with the smallest foreign glimmer of emotion.

Affection.

To most it wouldn't be remotely noticeable, but to you, it may as well have been a dramatic love confession. Domestic moments such as this with such a powerful overlord did nothing if not secure your love towards the radio demon. The softening of his smile, the way his tail (which was never exposed to anyone else) wagged in contentment, the occasional slight flick of his ears. They were all permanently ingrained into your memory, as cherished as an age-old family heirloom. This was the way you intended to spend the rest of your afterlife, blissful and content with the one you loved.

Song link:

youtube

#hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin fandom #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel fandom #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor x you #alastor imagine #alastor x reader #alastor #hazbin alastor x reader #hazbin alastor x you #hazbin alastor imagine #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin imagine #hazbin hotel x reader #Youtube

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kleftiko · 7 months

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❦ SAVE A HORSE

farmhand!yami x reader

cw: mature, fem!reader, grinding, cowgirl position, implied virginity loss, major pining, soft sex

"save a horse, ride a cowboy"

the ranch was beautiful. wide open fields stretched as far as the eye could see, with the straw green grass swaying gently in the breeze. the rustic wooden fences added a touch of charm to the picturesque landscape, while the distant sound of horses neighing filled the air, creating a soothing melody that resonated with the tranquility of the country.

your eyes fell on him. he stood tall and strong, his sun-kissed skin glistening under the golden rays of the sun. the way he effortlessly commanded the attention of the horses with a gentle touch and a firm voice spoke volumes about his expertise as a cowboy. there was an undeniable allure to his rugged appearance, from his worn-out cowboy hat to the dust-covered boots that carried him through countless hours of hard work on the ranch, to the half smoked cigarette that never seemed to leave his lip. as you watched him navigate through the fields, a wave of desire washed over you, eyes trailing over the muscular arms that gently guided the animal.

he had been here since last year, when your father hired him. he was getting too old for the long hours and physical demands of running the ranch on his own. the cowboy's presence brought a sense of relief and reassurance, knowing that the legacy of the land would be carried on with care and dedication.

your first impression of him was supposed to be less than favourable. your father had called you down in the morning when you got up; he wanted to introduce you to the new farmhand so you wouldn't be surprised when a random boy wandered around the ranch. your father used the word 'boy', but upon first glance, he was nothing other than a man. standing tall and exuding an air of maturity, his rugged features and calloused hands spoke of hard work and experience. you felt your heart skip as he locked eyes with you.

though he purposefully gave you an unfavourable greeting (a disinterested nod and a "yami"), it didn't dissuade your attraction to him.

his piercing eyes seemed to comprehend everything they took in, reducing you to a jelly-legged mess on the off chance he looked at you. the way he carried himself with a casual confidence only added to your desire, leaving you yearning for even the smallest bit of attention from the stoic man. he seemed a bit too old to be a farmhand, but try as you might, he wouldn't open up or tell you why when you spoke to him.

the most you would get would be a barely lifted brow and a once-over from those scalding eyes that just seemed to strip you down and make you feel so vulnerable.

your parents liked him. he was a hard worker and never made a fuss. not even when your parents told him they could only offer him the loft in the shed to stay in. all he wanted was meals. he used the bathroom in the house, though, and sometimes, if you were lucky, you'd catch him after a shower, with his hair still damp and his large body shirtless as he made his way back to the shed.

you started to volunteer to do the dishes after meals more often. the window in the kitchen looked out onto the couple horses you had. yami was taken with them, and they seemed to love him back. the calmest and most at ease you'd see him is with the horses, and your mother told you off quite a few times for letting the water run too long as you shamelessly stared at the man.

as the months went along, your father's condition worsened, and yami took up nearly all of the work on the farm. your father was old, no other way to say it, and you heard him and your mother sometimes at night talking about the future of the ranch. you wouldn't be able to handle it all on your own, and you weren't looking for a husband anyway, so as far as you know, your parents were planning to start selling things off. ideally, within the year, there would be no more farm.

the thought made your heart sink. what were you going to do if you couldn't look out the window and see yami in the sun, taking off his hat to push back his sweaty hair before rolling up his sleeves. it was this scene that replayed in your head, keeping you up at night and squirming beneath the sheets.

you didn't know what to do.

but when your mother abruptly woke you up one morning and led you to the barn, you had no time to think. there was yami and your father, the older man cradling his arm to his chest as yami helped him off the dirty ground.

"what happened?" you ushered to your father's side.

he had an embarrassed smile on his face as he stood.

"the hayloft used to seem a lot shorter back in the day." he joked, and you noticed the ladder against the wood bearing.

you gave him an exasperated look before yami spoke.

"he only fell off the second rung." he shook his head at your dad. "i told you i’d help after i brought the tools back, old man."

your dad waved him off before wincing as he realized he used his injured arm.

"'s not fun being useless," he sighed and looked at his arm. "but looks like I caused more trouble."

"we'll have to go to the doctor." your mom told him, rewrapping her robe around her body. "at least it's morning; it'll take us all day to make it there."

your dad looked at the sky for a second, then turned to yami and asked, "would'ya mind cleaning up here?"

yami nodded.

"i'll get the cart ready," you tell your parents, but your mom shakes her head.

"no no, you stay here," she said. "i'll take your father. you manage the house."

you were about to protest when she held her hand up, and you shut your mouth.

your mother and father left the barn to get ready, leaving you frowning slightly as yami started to put away the ladder.

"you gonna put some clothes on?" his deep voice caught your attention.

the morning breeze on your legs reminded you that you were only in a nightgown. wordlessly, you left the barn and beelined to the house.

mother assured you they would be back the next day by evening, but when dinner time came, and you and yami were sitting in the kitchen, it started to rain. by dusk, it had picked up into nearly a storm.

sitting in your room, you looked out the window, unable to comfortably sleep while staring at the shed. yami locked up everything before the weather took a turn for the worse, but he insisted on sleeping in the shed tonight, even though you offered your parents bed. the trees around you swayed dangerously, but when the sky lit up with lightning, you got up. the thunder followed as you padded your way outside, drenching yourself as you made your way to the shed.

the door doesn't lock, and your father didn't keep many things in there since yami moved in, so the door swung open easily.

"yami?" you called, but your voice was barely audible above the rain and wind.

the shed was dark, and you couldn't see him, so you called again, louder this time, but still no answer.

ignoring his privacy in favour of getting out of the storm, you made your way to the loft, the rain pelting on the wooden roof muffling the outside slightly, save for the couple leaks that trickled through. this was the worst storm you'd seen in years, and you couldn't let him stay here.

placing your wet foot on a board, you hoisted yourself up to look for him. if only you had time, but the inside of the shed lit up, flashing through the grooves of the wood and nearly blinding you before the roof fell in.

you tried to scream as you lost your grip, but your voice failed you. the delayed thunder that followed crashed around you as you tumbled to the ground, but you never hit it. strong arms wrapped around your middle, but you were too shocked to do anything as you were dragged out of the ruined structure.

the ringing in your ears faded as you heard someone yelling—it was yami. your eyes shot up at him as he still held you.

"what the fuck were you doing?!" he shouted, but you just blinked at him.

the lip of his hat protected him from the rain more than you, but with the wind, it wasn't enough to keep his face and hair completely dry. his expression was angry, and you felt like shrinking away.

"i came to look for you." you said, but were too quiet.

yami just shook his head and dragged you to the house.

once inside the well-framed structure, you repeated yourself.

"i was worried," you said. "where were you anyway?"

"had to lock up the barn again; the chain's old, ‘didn't want it to give in the storm." he said and took off his hat.

he ran a hand down his wet face, a deep sigh hissing out through his teeth, before pinching his nose, as if he were annoyed at you coming to check on him.

"you can't be mad at me for worrying." you furrowed your brows.

"'m not, i just—" but he cut himself off upon looking at you.

his eyes snapped down to your chest, eyebrows immediately raising.

confused, you looked down to see that your soaked nightgown had become translucent from the water. the wet fabric clung to your body, outlining the curves of your hips and breasts, your nipples now protruded harshly as a result of the cold air.

even though you threw your arms around yourself, the damage was done. and upon a second glance, yami wasn't in a much better position, his chest and abs clearly on display through his ragged white shirt.

you just shut up.

"go take a shower." his voice was strained, and his eyes looked away from you. "dry yourself off."

"a—at least let me get you a towel first." you reasoned. there was only one bathroom in the house, so yami would have to wait for you anyway, and you quickly grabbed a towel from the linen closet to hand to him, trying not to stare too obviously at his exposed torso.

despite being in the hot shower, you could still hear the wind and rain hitting the house from outside. you knew your parents would be staying in town until the weather was clear, and you just hoped they had found a place to stay before it got too bad.

when you got out, you wrapped yourself in a towel with the intent to sprint to your room. you hadn't brought your clothes to the bathroom, so you couldn't tell yami to warm himself up until you went downstairs.

but upon closing your room door behind you, you notice the man sitting on your bed with the towel you gave him around his shoulder and only in his briefs, probably having tried to dry off before catching a cold. you yelled in surprise, holding the towel tighter around your body.

"what are you doing in my room!" you cried, and his eyes widened a fraction as you moved towards him on instinct to hit him. "get out!"

"shit—" he said, holding up his arms in defence. "didn't know it was your room!"

"pervert!" your face was burning with embarrassment as you closed your eyes and blindly swatted.

you were so distracted that you forgot about the storm outside. suddenly, a loud crack of thunder jolted you back to reality, drawing a startled yelp from your lips as you jumped back. heart pounding, you nearly jumped into the man, feeling a surge of adrenaline coursing through your veins. yami froze.

"you okay?" he asked slowly.

with a quick shake of your head, he sighed. his arms came around your waist and pulled you into his warm body, your own going around his shoulders and curling into him. as you buried your face in his chest, you could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat calming your racing pulse. the sound of raindrops hitting the windowpane created a soothing backdrop, gradually easing the tension in your body. In that moment, you found solace in his embrace, grateful for the sense of safety and comfort he provided, you weren't even aware that you crawled into his lap.

"it'll be alright." his deep voice comforted you as his large hand smoothed over your towel covered back.

you shifted on top of him as the wind battered against the house. the man holding you hissed, and you looked up at him with concern as you said, "yami?"

his eyes were screwed shut, jaw clenched, and hands were still against you.

"don't—" he strained. "fuck—don't say my name right now."

you were confused and about to ask why when you felt the reason under your thigh. eyes now wide as you felt his erection through his thin briefs, you noticed yami's head turned away from you.

grinding down gently elicited another groan from the man before he stilled you with his hands on your hips.

"what do you think you're doing?" his eyes were dangerous as he looked down at your trembling form. the fear from the storm seemed to be drowned out by your arousal for the man, and you welcomed the feeling, far preferring it to the former.

you leaned forward, your legs straddling yami as you placed a soft kiss on his rough and unshaven cheek. he sucked in a breath, and you slowly leaned back to look up at him.

"if I start this," he warned you, "i won't stop."

you shook your head softly and said, "please don't stop."

and he attached his lips to yours, a surge of electricity shooting through your body and intensifying the already overwhelming desire between you. the storm raged on outside, but in that moment, nothing else mattered except themoment you shared with yami.

your body melted into his, allowing him to take over. his touch was both gentle and possessive, hands exploring every inch of your body as if he had been waiting for this moment his entire life. the intensity between you grew with each passing second, the world around you fading into oblivion as you surrendered completely to the intoxicating power of yami.

hips rocked into his again, the rhythm becoming more urgent and desperate. every movement sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, igniting a fire that consumed both of you. as the heat between you intensified, time seemed to stand still, leaving only the raw desire and overwhelming lust that bound you together in that moment.

yami's fingers trailed between your legs, and his lips swallowed your whimpers as he began to rub your clit. his touch was electrifying, sending shivers down your spine and causing your breath to hitch. the intensity of his caress intensified the already overwhelming pleasure, pushing you closer to the edge of ecstasy. With each skillful stroke, yami's fingers danced across your most sensitive areas, heightening the sensations and driving your mind wild. as his lips continued to silence your moans of pleasure, you surrendered completely to his dominance.

"please." you whimpered into his mouth, never having felt this intense of a desire before. "please, more."

yami's eyes sparkled with a mixture of passion and adoration as he whispered, "i''ll give you everything, baby."

his touch became even more intense, coaxing out pleasure that you never knew existed. the world around you faded away as his touch left fire across you, leaving you breathless and craving more as you shuddered and came on his fingers.

yami's hands continued their skilled movements, prolonging your ecstasy until you were left trembling in his embrace. lost in the waves of pleasure, you realized that this was only the beginning of somethingyou never wanted to end.

your hands eagerly went to his boxers, clumsily groping his erection as you drew groans from his lips. yami tore off your towel, leaving you bare on top of him. as the heat between you intensified, Yami's lips found yours in a hungry kiss. the room filled with the sound of your combined moans, echoing your cries of desire. you yanked down his briefs, his cock slapping against his stomach and making your eyes widen at the size.

you gulped, suddenly fervoring, when yami's rough hand cupped the back of your head and coaxed you in a kiss.

"i got you, baby," he assured, and you nodded.

as his hand trailed down your body, sending shivers of anticipation through you, you couldn't help but feel a surge of trust and surrender. the intensity of the moment was overwhelming, but with yami's reassuring words, you knew you were in safe hands. he lifted you up easily, aligning you with his cock and slowly entering you. the aching stretch you felt, mixed with the raw passion between you and yami was electrifying. and despite your whimpers, you urged him to continue. every movement, every touch, sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body. you surrendered completely to the moment, trusting that yami would take care of you and fulfill your every desire. in earnest, you drop yourself to cover him completely, whining in pain but just needing to feel as close as possible to him.

"fuck, gorgeous," he gritted through his teeth, holding you against him in a soothing manner.

he whispered sweet words of reassurance, promising to make the pain worth it. with each gentle stroke, he eased your discomfort and replaced it with a newfound intensity of pleasure. you let him bounce you on top of him, matching his rhythm and surrendering to the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body. the room filled with the symphony of your moans and his grunts as you both lost yourselves in each other. with every thrust, the pleasure escalated, pushing you both closer to the edge of ecstasy as your noises became more wanton.

"i—i didn't," you hiccuped in pleasure, gripping his broad shoulders in an attempt to ground yourself, completely addicted to the spots he could reach inside of oyu. "didn't know it could feel this good."

"fuck, baby, you're perfect." he grunted and captured your lips for another kiss.

the intensity of his words sent shivers down your spine and you knew this was a moment of pure bliss that you never wanted to end. you felt an unfamiliar tightness in your stomach, aching for release as the pleasure continued to build. the overwhelming sensation consumed you, making it impossible to think of anything else except yami's burning touch.

you began to cry, not knowing how to handle the torrent of pleasure coursing through you when his thumb came back to circle your clit. your tears mixed with the sweat on your flushed skin as you surrendered to the intensity of the moment. throwing out a hiccuped warning, yami just encouraged you to let go and let him bring you to bliss.

as you let go of all inhibitions, your body trembled with each stroke of his thumb. the world around you faded into a blur, leaving only the raw ecstasy that yami's touch left. every nerve ending was on fire, every sensation heightened to an almost unbearable level. in that moment, you knew that surrendering to yami meant surrendering to pure pleasure, unlike anything you had ever experienced before. and you cried his name as you came, gripping onto him for dear life as he guided you through the high.

as the waves of pleasure subsided, you found yourself breathless and completely consumed by the intensity of the moment. yami's touch had unlocked a realm of pleasure you never knew existed, leaving you yearning for more of his intoxicating embrace.

with another breathless kiss, you collapsed against him, letting him hold you up as your eyes drifted to the window, only to see that the raging storm had turned into a mild shower.

"thank you," you croaked out, nuzzling into his warm touch.

"always, baby." his breathing was uneven, "i'll always be here for you."

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A night in with your demon boyfriend

submissive demon + gender neutral reader

18+ • sensitive horns, ears, and tail • edging without orgasm (but an implied "next time 😉")

You're settling in for a cozy evening on the couch with your demon boyfriend. Tonight you've asked if you can be the "big spoon" for a change. He was hesitant at first. He always lays behind you when you spoon because he's worried about his horns and tail being in your way. However, he's eager to please you and he certainly wouldn't mind having your arms wrapped around him.

It's an innocent request, but you have plans. Laying behind him will put you in the perfect position to tease all of his most sensitive areas. The kind of teasing that makes him squirm and whimper with the softest touch. Oh, you have no intention of paying attention to the movie you've put on.

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You stretch out on the couch and settle into position. He still looks a little nervous about you laying behind him, so you waggle your eyebrows playfully and pat the couch in front of you. He chuckles and relaxes his shoulders before finally laying down with you.

Your left arm slides under his neck, your hand resting on his chest. His horns are quite close to your face but you easily get around them by positioning your head closer to his shoulder. Your right arm drapes over his hip, your hand landing just above his thigh. His tail is no problem at all. It lays comfortably in front of your legs and behind his. However, the thick base of his tail is pressing into you in an unexpected way. As he wiggled his hips into position when he laid down, the base of his tail pressed right between your legs and against your crotch, making you blush before you ever truly touched him.

You hold yourself back from jumping into teasing him right away. You do want to enjoy cuddling with him for a while, but you've been thinking about this all day...so your self restraint only last for about ten minutes.

You start ever so slowly. Gently running your fingers along his hips and lower stomach. Tracing his hip bones. Following the curve of his waist. Feathery touches causing goosebumps to raise on his skin.

You let your fingers dance a little further and move up to his chest. You can feel his heart fluttering. You drag your fingers along his collar bones. Down the center of his chest. Gently tracing teasing circles around his nipples, but not quite touching them. Just enough to make him wish you would.

You can feel heat coming off of him now. You can't see much in the light from the TV but you're sure he's blushing.

You plant a few slow kisses in the crook between his neck and his shoulder. You feel his breath catch. Slowly, softly, gently you cover his neck with more kisses. Working your way up the side of his neck. Back down to his shoulder. Around to the back, where you push a little further and gently nip at his nape.

"mmh..."

He lets out the smallest whimper, spurring you onward.

You lift your chin towards his ear. You barely graze the bottom edge of his ear with your lips. Your breath and the gentle touch is enough to make him squirm.

You nibble the edge of his ear, working slowly upwards towards the tip.

"ah-mmm-"

He bites his lip to try to stifle his moans. You continue to kiss and nibble his ear while you begin to trace slow...teasing...circles around his nipples again with both hands. You want to hear those sweet moans, and you know just how to get them.

You slide your thumbs back and forth over both his nipples, still paying attention to his ear.

He's squirming and pushing his hips against you now. Unknowingly grinding the base of his tail against your crotch.

Fuck, as if you weren't excited already.

"mmMm hahh, you're mak-Mmm! You're making me crazy."

He pants as he tilts his head back and presses his shoulders into you. You slowly drag your tongue all the way up the length of his ear, making him shiver and bite his lip as he lets out a desperate whine.

You go back to his neck. Kissing. Licking. Nibbling. Leaving a trail of hickies. With your left hand you continue to tease his nipples, switching back and forth between the two. Keeping his nerves on high alert.

You slide your right hand between the two of you, dragging your finger tips over his tail. You can't reach as much of his sensitive tail as you would usually like, but it's certainly enough to get a reaction from him

"MmMH! Ohh fu-uuck. Ahh-hah"

Teasing so many areas at once has his head spinning. His hips are grinding desperately against you. His breathing is hot and heavy. His hands are gripping the couch. You know from experience that he's most likely leaking precum at this point.

This is exactly where you want him, and you keep him there. Playing with all those deliciously sensitive parts. Switching between a few places but never letting up. Ear. Neck. Nipples. Tail. Slow and gentle movements. Sometimes barely touching, but always enough to make him melt.

When he's had nearly all he can take, you step it up.

Your right hand on his nipples. Your lips on his ear. You slide your left hand up to one of his horns.

You brush your fingers over the curve so gently. You've learned that he can orgasm just from having his horns touched, so you have to be careful with your movements.

Touching him there when he was already so on edge drives him wild. His whole body shudders as he lets out a deep moan. He tilts his head back, offering you better access to his horn. Begging for your touch.

You use only a single finger. You make the gentlest movements you can. You give him just enough to keep him on the edge.

You notice that the movements of his hips have become more rhythmic. Your teasing has driven him to desperately grinding his leaking cock against the couch.

"Ohh-Mmm...oh gods I-ahhmmm. Please. Please I'm gonna cum. MmmMMH!"

"Hmm I don't think so~ I'm not done playing with you."

You breathe in his ear as you pull his hips back towards you, breaking his contact with the couch and leaving his dick untouched. He whines and rolls his hips into the open air.

You focus on his tail and his horns now- his two most sensitive spots. You occasionally plant a passionate, nibbling kiss on his neck.

You dance your fingers up and down his tail. You drag your fingers over his horn with slow, languid strokes.

Every movement makes him shudder. Every breath he lets out a moan or a desperate sigh. His thighs are trembling. His hips grinding against you. The base of his tail still pressing into you, adding to your own arousal. You find that you can't help but grind against it yourself a few times.

"Ohhh fuck ohhMMM FUCK I can't-MMH hahh. Please mmMMM let me cum ahh-hmmm"

"Oh...not today my love."

You remove your hands from his tail and his horn. He whimpers and presses into you, begging for your touch to return.

You glance at the TV and see that the credits are rolling.

Did you really tease him for that long? You must have got caught up and lost track of time, the poor dear. But you know he loves being teased and edged just as much as you love doing it to him. Maybe even more.

"You know, I hear the sequel to this movie is pretty great. Maybe we should watch it tomorrow..."

You swear you feel the tip of his tail wag as he turns his face towards you and smiles, still breathing heavily.

"Yes please. I would like that very much."

You smile and kiss his neck, earning one last little moan from him for the night.

"It's a date then~"

thank you to our friend "hickey anon" for the inspiration 💚

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