#I don’t know for sure and I don’t want to strain things any further

[chxrryhansen]

2. Rafe x innocent (and kinda naive/ airhead?) reader where reader and rafe are dating (still very new) and reader keeps reminding him she wants to wait longer (when they are making out/feeling each other up) and he keeps trying to go further, so he tells/manipulates her that it’s not normal for girls to not want to go further and something could be wrong, so he “checks” her (rubbing her clit and fingering her) and asking things like “does that feel good?” “Doesn’t that make you want more?” “Something probably is wrong if you want me to stop”, just so he can convince her to say she wants more (so then he fucks her).   

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ur asks have me going FERAL. your brain is so beautiful and it must be treasured and protected at all costs. i actually hate the way i wrote this but i was too far in to change it by the time i realised i didn’t like it😒😒 nevertheless, this is a long one guys so buckle up!! (1.5k words!!!😱😱)

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you and rafe had only been dating for a few weeks, relationships were pretty much a whole new thing for you since your upbringing hadn’t really allowed it. you hadn’t had sex before, ever. and rafe wasn’t going to be patient for much longer, the furthest you two had went is making out, when it got heated you pulled back.. pushing him away and saying you didn’t feel well.

rafe was getting desperate, you didn’t even realise what you did to him. he was painfully hard most of the time since you were oblivious to how sexual you were being. such as bending over right infront of his face, showing him your cutesy pink panties or accidentally grinding against his cock when you squeezed past him in the kitchen. rafes frustration was at its peak and he couldn’t take it any longer.

rafe stretched his arm around your waist as you both lay in bed watching tv, biting his lip in thought before reaching out to grip your jaw gently, turning you to face him. he leant forward, catching your lips in a deep kiss, it didn’t take long knowing rafe before it got heated, as his tongue began battling your own for dominance you pulled away, taking deep breaths as you stared up at him with big innocent eyes.

“what’s wrong, pretty girl?” he muttered, lifting his thumb to wipe his drool from your mouth.

“n-nothing rafe, i just.. i don’t… i can’t go any further with you, i-i don’t think i’m ready for that.” rafe’s patience was out of the window by now, all rational thoughts evaporating as his cock grew harder, straining against his pants, desperate to be inside your sweet cunt.

“baby…” he sighed. “this isn’t normal.”

you stared at him with a confused expression, your eyebrows knitted. “i-i don’t understand, did i do something?”

he was quick to shut that thought down “no, no, no, my sweet girl, it’s more about what you didn’t do. see, other girls your age…they love being good for their daddy’s, and i just don’t think you are being good f’ me.” tears began to whell up in your eyes, his negative feedback not sitting right in your stomach. “daddy?” you questioned gently, your bottom lip wobbling.

“yeah, i’m your daddy, baby. and i think it’s about time you start calling me that. it’s true, no? i take care of you, i feed you, pay for your clothes, hell, i even take you to the bathroom. i may aswell be your daddy, so that’s what your gonna’ call me from now on, you got that?” he speaks softly, not wanting to discourage you or push you further away but needing to be firm enough so you understand. he’s testing the waters. seeing how easy it is to control your sweet mind in ways only a man like him could.

“i mean.. yeah, that-that makes sense i guess.”

a sly smile appears on his face, his thumb wiping a salty tear from your cheek “good girl.” he lifts your skirt with one hand, pushing into your panties and rubbing your clit, you gasp in surprise at the new sensation. “daddy! w-what are you doing?” you ask in shock.

rafe sighs “daddy needs to give you a check up baby, just to make sure nothin’s wrong. all i need to do is rub that sweet button of yours and fuck my fingers into your pretty pussy, mkay?” your cunt involuntarily clenches around nothing. “mkay, daddy.” you moan. rafes fingers stray from your clit to your entrance, his cock growing impeccably harder from the feel of your wetness, your pussy leaking around his hand.

“d-daddy, feels s’ good.” you whimper as he pushes his fingers into your hole, your walls clenching instinctively around his thick digits. “yeah? you like that? you like it when daddy fingers your sweet pussy?” he groan into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

he picks up his pace, fingering you roughly until the knot in your stomach begins to tighten, you grab at his wrist, pushing him away, which doesn’t really do much since your strength is no match for his own. “daddy! stop, i-i think i’m gonna’ pee.” you whine, embarrassment flooding through your veins. your cheeks flushed from the humiliation.

he lets out a small laugh, his famous smirk still painted across his face “no baby, your not gonna’ pee.. your gonna’ cum. your gonna’ cum with my fingers deep inside your cunt. ask me. ask daddy for permission.” he growls, a flip switching inside his brain. “p-please daddy, make me cum, please can i cum? please please please.” you beg, tears streaming down your face as you try desperately to hold back.

“cum.”

he growls, watching as your legs begin to shake, your pussy sucking his fingers further into your cunt. you cry out as your body spasms, a thick creamy fluid leaking out of you and into rafes palm. “that’s it, let it all out. dirty fuckin’ girl. creaming all over your daddy’s fingers.”

your breathing begins to slow as you come down from your orgasm although rafe keeps his fingers deep inside your pussy, catching you in a deep kiss. he takes your hand in his own and leads it down towards his cock, making you instantly recoil. rafe lets out a mixed groan of annoyance and sigh of disappointment under his breath. you look towards the bed, feeling guilty as ever. he turns you to face him again, his pretty blues simmering in darkness. “listen. pretty baby, i was trying to be nice earlier but… i think there is something wrong with you. all the other girls your age wanna’ fuck daddy, so why don’t you? i’ve been so patient with you sweets but, the clock’s tickin’.”

rafes fingers begin to fuck into you once again at a rapid pace, your whimpers and cries filling the room as he fucks you with his fingers. “see? doesn’t that feel good? doesn’t that make you want more?” you nod your head, dazed with pleasure. not even fully understanding his questions. “good girl.” he mutters before taking his cock out of his pants, before you even realise whats happening, rafe had removed his fingers and crawled on top of you, pushing the mushroom tip of his swollen fat cock against your entrance.

your eyes burst open in shock at the feeling “wait, wait, wait, da-DADDY! Oh fuck!” you practically screamed as rafe bottomed out in your pussy with a single thrust. essentially, popping your cherry. his hand is quick to cover your mouth as he glares down at you from above. his sanity is long gone by now, the crazed look on his face scaring you into submission.

“shut the fuck up. i-i’m done playing games now. your gonna’ shut your pretty little mouth and-and daddy’s gonna’ fuck your cunt until he cums deep inside you, okay?” you didn’t respond seeming as his hand was covering your mouth.

he lifted his palm from your mouth before quickly striking you across the face, you cried out as your skin began to fluster due to the impact of his hit. he swiftly gripped your jaw making you look him in the eyes once more “you-you fuckin’ answer me when i’m talkin’ to you. you nod your fuckin’ head when daddy asks you a question.” this time you were quick to nod your head, tears streaming down your cheeks as you sobbed a “y-yes daddy.”

if anything they just seemed to turn rafe on even more. “good… good girl.” he groaned before pummelling his cock further into your cunt, he began thrusting at a rapid pace, fucking you so hard the headboard began to bash against the wall. your screams of pleasure probably being heard for miles. “ohhhh shit, you see that, you fuckin’ slut?” he pointed your face towards where your cunt and his cock connected, a pool of pink cream surrounding the base of his cock, a mixture of blood and cum. you were too far gone to talk at this point, moans and whimpers spilling out of your lips as you simply nodded your head, your eyes rolling back.

“fuck i can’t believe you tried to hide this shit from me, tried to hide how much of a greedy fuckin’ cock slut you are. it’s okay though baby, daddy loves when you turn into a desperate little whore. gonna’ have you writhing on this fat cock every day of the week from now on.”

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[onyourhyuck]

Bad Habits. | H.RJ

— Prologue: “You have no idea, how long I’ve been wanting to do this.”

— Summary: Your boyfriend Renjun offered to blow dry your wet hair, what could go wrong?

— Genre: Smut. Smut. Smut. Boyfriend!Renjun. Kind of cute. Renjun has an obsession to kiss y/n’s neck. Blowdrying hair. Protected sex. Renjun’s love for y/n’s chest. Teasing. Soft mild choking. Fingering receiving (f) Consensual. many many climaxes. Nickname used ‘Baby’ a lot.

— Notes: I might be in my renjun smut era rn.

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You let the hot water run down your back all the way from your short thick hair. You enjoy the warmth and the steam building in the bathroom. It’s always nice to come home and have a relaxing evening showering especially after such a stressful day at work. Your boyfriend, Renjun, prepared the shower for you actually. He let it ran so you can have the hot water running. He even got the towel and clothes ready and then he left to let you have your own privacy and time to shower properly. Renjun loves to do a lot of things for you even though you don’t ask him to do anything he just ends up doing it for you anyways.

You tend to appreciate these small gestures the most whenever you’re feeling drained and tired. You don’t really like to show or express that you’re having a hard time. So when your boyfriend can sense your feelings through your moods you find it easier to show you’re struggling.

Your job can be very time consuming which then puts a slight strain on your relationship with Renjun. He wants to do many things with you but your job tends to prevent that. You’re a very dedicated worker to your job.

You may love your job but sometimes it can be hard to keep up with it. Even if it is just paperwork. It’s still a lot to do even if people assume at first thay papers aren’t that much of a hard thing to do. It’s more or less time consuming.

Either way you’re home now and you don’t want to think about work anymore so you finish your shower and head out with the towel wrapped around you. You would change in the bedroom. You take your time applying body lotion and then your own skin care routine on your face. You need to moisturise your skin with the products you bought. Once the pyjamas embrace your beautiful curvy figure you sat down on the bed looking in the mirror. You feel refreshed from the shower. Renjun really was right it did help you feel better. As if the weight was lifted off your chest.

The bedroom door opens with Renjun peeking in a little and when he saw you and your damp hair he tilts his head a little. “You still haven’t blow dry your hair Y/n. You’ll get sick if you leave it like this.” You heard him say with a small nagging voice but you didn’t mind it.

You knew he cared for your well-being slightly more than you do for yourself. You gently roll your eyes. “I’ll get on it now then.” You stand up to get the box out with the hairdryer however a hand stops you from moving any further from the bed.

Renjun shakes his head. “I’ll do it for you.” He then said getting the box out putting it next to you on your bed and you look up with a little smile. He really doesn’t want you to work too much at home knowing you’re tired. “Can i blow dry your hair for you?”

Now he was asking you with something glistening behind his eyes and you’re not sure what that was. It almost resembles a fallen star in his eyes that you saw glisten away. Your expression of surprise makes Renjun feel like his words took you to another level of comfort and happiness when he asked if he could blow dry your hair for you. It’s like you didn’t expect him to go the extra mile for you. Renjun would do anything if it can mean you didn’t have to do anything. Heck. He would do everything and you can just be taken care of like the princess you are. Renjun wouldn’t want it any other way for you.

You take a while to figure out what to say but you reckon you can just give him a nod and he would take it as a yes. “Sure you can.” You say with a small shy smile. You never really had anyone drying your hair for you so this might be an experience you think. Renjun saw your permission and his face lit up.

It’s like he’s been waiting to do this for you before. Renjun plugs everything in. The blow dry device powers up and Renjun softly runs his hands through your wet short damp hair. He enjoys to run his hand through it because of how silky and thick it feels when it’s dry. But when it’s wet it’s a clump that he still find’s beautiful. Every inch of you feels responsible for the way his love grows for you even more. Renjun was only bewitched when the cold wet hair slides down the fingers as he starts to now turn on the hairdryer. The hot air blows your hair in different directions, his hands slid up to your roots and down the edges of your strands.

Your eyes close in the pleasant breeze that feels like a valley passing in your mind. The sensation of someone else stirring the arms rotating around the hot air to your damp hair as their fingers slip like growing spring around your scalp makes you feel some type of way; relaxation? Maybe. Perhaps it was the fact that you feel like you are being treated with care. The way your boyfriend’s wrist was so gently when it moved and pushed your hair aside to get every part of your hair to dry up and not be wet from your shower.

It felt too good. You never thought a simple thing like this could make you feel even more at home than you already were feeling like.

Renjun might be your home. Maybe he makes home feel like home to you now.

Your boyfriend smiles when he saw your smiling expression as your eyes were closed shut enjoying how his hands feel around your scalp trying to massage every area so they can dry up. He doesn’t want you to go to bed with damp hair at all. It’s not the most comfortable thing either. Nor is it healthy. Renjun’s smile mimics yours and he cannot help but watch and observe you. He takes every chance to admire you no matter what even when you’re not looking at him, that’s when Renjun takes his opportunity the most.

The eyes fell down like a marble stone falling on the ground between two drainages pipes when he saw the sight of your beautiful glowing neck. In his eyes he feels like this was his favourite part of you. Your neck. Renjun might have a slight admiration for it to the point it might be like he has a massive crush on it. Not because of how beautiful it looks. It’s because he knows how much it gets you going with a rollercoaster of emotions.

The most simplest of touches he could do to your neck would feel like he had you pinned against a brick wall. That’s how much you react whenever your neck comes into contact with something.

Renjun love it though. He can smell your hair and your body lotion you applied from your neckline. He was very close and it makes his heartbeat a little knowing you’re relaxing right now and he’s here trying to not get any urges and thoughts right there and then.

You look too irresistible to not be kissed though. Renjun eventually said screw it in his head and when your hair was a little more dry now, his lips found a way around the back of your nape and placing a small kiss on it. The small kiss was very soft and noticeable. It feels like lavender sprouting from the roots.

Then the kiss on the nape turns into more kisses on the sides of your neckline and then eventually spreading even more across your neck to the front which had your heart skipping a beat from the first pointer kiss he did.

Your voice came out a little better though slight hitch to the tone which your boyfriend took heard notice of. “Renjun…?”

It was a mixture of confusion and surprise. Renjun kissed now a little more deeply but still keeping the relaxed vibe you guys are in. The whole bedroom had a very chill atmosphere and he wasn’t doing anything too much to scare you off. He knows you’re tired. Renjun can feel it on your body muscles. They’re finally relaxed and no longer tense, he wouldn’t want to do anything else than to have you feel loved in the moment.

All Renjun was thinking about was how pretty you sound when he continued to kiss you. He travels up kissing your jawline as he’s still sitting behind you with the warm hairdryer on his lap attached to the nearby plug on the wall next to your bed that you both are on.

He whispers to your ear as he gently and lovingly placed a kiss on it too. “You have no idea, how long I’ve been wanting to do this.”

Your boyfriend drag alongside your neck his lips whispering series of sweet nothings. The sequences had you rolling your tongue at the top of your mouth roof when he pressed another sweet and peppering kiss on your smooth skin. “To kiss and to be close to you like this… I’ve missed you.”

Your body betrays you quickly knowing it was your boyfriend making you feel this way, so out of breath as if you ran for miles upon miles. It was one of those things that your body could never get used to. Renjun’s kisses, words, the way he spoke to you with the tone of his voice. It’s too much you found yourself loving it all too well.

You found yourself giving in too quickly than you’d like to imagine. It wasn’t long till Renjun’s lips kissed the corner of your lips which then made you fully engulf yourself in kissing him back now. You closed your eyes and breathed in as he lets out a sigh practically groaning now that you kissed him. It felt so foreign to him nowadays. It’s been too long than he’d like to admit since he kissed you like this. You pull yourself around and Renjun’s hands slither round your waist dragging you across the bed as you let him pull you down on your back, the kiss never once breaking away.

It’s been too long because you swore you neglected him to the point he didn’t give you a single break from the kiss. It was too long that it had your face feeling like you might melt like magma. Or until the point you’re seeing stars written on the ceiling. Renjun nibbles quietly on your bottom lip while finally he pulls to give you a fresh new look on his face as he saw your eyes closing to regain back your view. You were too close to nearly passing out from the lack of oxygen he stole from you.

But he pulls at the right minute to keep you asking for more. To keep you guessing for more. Renjun lowers himself down just above your chest as he kissed your cheek now beginning to ask you. “Baby do you think i have to stretch you out? It’s been too long since we did it.” He lets his eyes practically eat you alive when he’s watching your body like this. You let out a soft groan, his hands run down your spine and under your shirt ready to strip it away from your wonderful figure.

Renjun’s bad habit is definitely not being able to be patient enough for you. When he wants something he needs it immediately. You’re one of those things that Renjun cannot be patient for enough because he wants to experience it with you. And let you experience him as much as possible too. This might be the result of his feelings for you however, they’re far too intense you can barely stand in front of him.

You groan in reply. “Maybe stretch me out with your fingers.” Your hands slip off your lower pyjamas and Renjun took the host pleasure to position his finger around your straps to the panties and slid them down to your ankles. He smiles looking down at your pussy region as he strums his thumb on your clit before pushing in the index finger now. He saw you bite your bottom lip already and Renjun can feel how tight you are. He definitely needed to stretch you out. It felt too much already that you feel like consuming all of Renjun’s pleasure. Renjun didn’t stop until he at least give you one orgasm by his fingers. He never continues and puts you above himself too.

Even though he is very impatient he’s never impatient when it comes to putting you first above his own pleasure and needs.

You felt your eyes clench around the ceiling above as you’re feeling the pleasure reach to your own bones. It pulses you to leak and now your own high washed over you. Renjun was satisfied to hear you moaning his name and practically plead him to already take you. He whispers reaching with his face to kiss your own mouth again. “You did so well for me, baby.”

You’re so weak to him and his praise.

Your boyfriend slips himself inside your folds and your heat once he put on the condom wrapping around his shaft that pumps inside and outside of your velvety bars has him feeling like he was on cloud nine. Your expression was scrunching up as you reach enlightenment with your boyfriend thrusting inside and outside of you in such graceful ways. Renjun’s pelvis reaches your inner thighs as he grabs around your waist wrapping his arms on your back as he pulls you closer to the lavishing light he caused your body to feel. This feeling couldn’t be described in words just like how Renjun cannot describe such a perfect girl like you beneath him getting her hole fixed with his cock deep inside you looking so incredibly beautiful.

How can anyone compare to you? No one can.

Renjun vows you’re going to get him hooked more and more. Your folds squeezing and squelch which has his eyes roll and your boyfriend slips out a groan between your perky breasts as he licks round his tongue teasingly around the very top. “Do you feel good baby? Is this what you needed after a long day of work?” He spoke so kindly though his body wasn’t matching it. Your body was squished between his ruthless thrusts.

You neglected him for too long because you can feel this was almost like his way of releasing all the pent up frustrations.

You bury your head further into your pillow as your spine arches like a bridge. Renjun loves when you do this between his fast and jabbing thrusts. It feels like you were feeling everything tan times more intensely. Your lips fell apart like ice. “S-So good… oh please don’t stop.” You now plead.

You’re not sure why you’re pleading because your boyfriend wasn’t planning to stop anyways.

You must’ve been seeing stars when your many orgasms has been approaching. Perhaps you already came too many times you didn’t even realise it. It was so good that Renjun must’ve had your hole screaming at him to slow down but he couldn’t as he was taking everything in too fast with his brain.

Your hands clench in a balling fist and your toes curl when Renjun whispers to your ears. “You know this is your fault I’m acting like this.” Your eyes widen when he told you it’s your reasoning for all of this happening and you wanted to speak, but the many moans you swallowed came out.

He trails down the kisses from the forehead and down your temples. “You wanna know why? Because you’re my Bad Habit.”

Your neck was looking too good from the angle he was in pushing inside of you deeply where he knew you had limitless space. His hands sweep their way in holding and caressing your neck as he continues to thrust within your pussy that you find yourself getting addicted to how his cock was making you feel; utterly weak and high.

You are the very bad habit he has. Renjun cannot do anything without you anymore and it’s all because of you making it hard not to fall in love with you even more.

He blames you for this, he cannot get enough now. It was like a trap all along and Renjun was your fallen victim. You clench around his shaft as he said this. He reminds you how deep his love is for you and your eyes dilate when you feel his member twitch deeply within your folds.

Through the condom fabric you sense a filling packet now and you just knew he had a sudden climax when Renjun hung his head between your shoulders. He took a moment to final thrust within you and his voice was breaking like a broken tape on record player.

He grunts and you feel his hands tighten around the embrace has you inside as if you were his precious jewel.

“Fuck fuck fuck…” You heard your boyfriend say quietly as the voice was trembling by how good you consumed him all.

You feel Renjun letting out a deeply mournful sigh full of enchanting pleasure when he pulls out off you with the condom. You watch him wrap it up and he looks back at you finding your gaze to be watery and dilated pupils, it makes you look like a princess in his eyes though.

He could tell he did a good job pleasuring you and it makes him proud. And your beauty never leaves no matter what state you’re in.

You whisper. “I’m your bad habit?” You let out a little giggle though because you find yourself liking that you’re his bad habit in a way.

Renjun grins leaning down. “Mhm that you are.” You watch him hover above your figure now as you guys were resting now with your steady heartbeats returning to their normal pace. He looks down at your kissable lips and so he lowers down only a little to give it a peck. You hear him speak as he did this. “You’re all my Bad Habits.”

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[heavenlydevine]

𝐓𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 || 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎.

╰┈➤ ❝Darling, if you consider the brutal fucking I just gave you an act of jealousy, then you have another thing coming. You won't be able to fucking walk.❞

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐔𝐏!

❛ ━━･❪ © heavenlydevine, 2023❫ ･━━ ❜

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 was burning, burning in a cesspool of molten lava with nothing and no one to blame but you, your wanton little moans and pleas of mercy nothing but sweet melodies to his ears, "Hush, or should I gag you, too?"

He is met with desperate gasps and incoherent babbles, his mouth returning to their earlier ministrations, suckling and nipping at your overstimulated clit, tongue running up and down your folds like a man starved.

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 is a man of his word, this he knows you understand when he hooks his left arm up and over your knees, pulling you closer to the edge, his tongue now delving deeper into your aching hole as his nose presses against your throbbing clit.

Two fingers worked into you, your eyes rolling back into your head as Nanami began a steady rhythm, his tongue flicking over your clit, hips rising to meet his thrusts. Oh God, you were riding his hand, smothering his face with your sex, something you had thought about doing, yet never truly having the confidence to do so.

Your body was coiled tighter, gasping as his fingers continued to pound into you, the slippery sounds every time he drove back into you echoing through the bedroom.

You were quite an instrument to play, so finely tuned, and if he touched you right, you made the most glorious sounds — raw, intense, absolutely delicious noises of pleasure as he plundered you with his tongue.

You scream for him in such a way that makes his cock harden further, pressing against his pants with a sinister demand to sink into your heat and never leave.

He could feel your walls tighten, your peak nearing, and yet for a moment he indulges in the selfish want to leave you broken and begging for more. He couldn’t make either of them wait any longer. Slowly pulling his head back, aware of the shattered mewl of utter confusion that ripped from your chest, Nanami released his hold on your legs and leaned back, bringing his middle finger down, sliding it gently over your folds with a maniacal grin.

You threw your head back in frustration, lips tugging your bottom lip with barely contained fury. "God, yes. Keep going."

He did it again, this time his fingertip slipping between and gathering your wetness, parting the puffy folds with two fingers, silent and gouging your reaction as he found your clit, engorged and overstimulated, rubbing it in small circles.

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 who drowns in the way you cry out, arms straining against the patterned necktie that binds them against the headboard, lips tugging fondly as he recalls your surprised expression upon watching him approach you like a predator stalking it's prey, bulging forearms on prominent display as he loosened the tie, imbueing it with enough cursed energy to ensure no ammount of struggling would unravel his work.

"Good girls get to cum," He focuses on your mouth, then back to your eyes again, then back to your mouth, never once slowing the quick strokes of his fingers. He says your name so softly you are not even sure if his mouth moves. You, still gasping for breath, don’t have time to respond. His hand leaves your aching bundle of nerves, your flushed skin and parted lips threatening to become his undoing.

Now he took the time to rid himself of his clothing, watching you with rapt fascination. "I don't think you deserve this," and with that said and done, Nanami took out his hard, eager cock, and mounted you, hovering above you as he parts your legs with his own, settling between your thighs with a hiss, "but perhaps if you show me you can take it, then I'll reward you by releasing those binds."

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 who adored the way you twisted from one side to the other, nipples looking as hard as if they were tiny stones. He could not resist them, for he had yet to lavish them with attention.

He bit at them with his teeth, playfully, not hurting you, licking and suckling them with a gentleness that made you whine, "Nanami, please."

He can no longer deny that he needs you just as much as you need him, a singular flick of the wrist undoing the binds that hold you into place, and though he watches you roll your wrists to soothe the aching muscles, he does not intend for you to take back control.

"Nanami," is the only word he allows you to murmur before he slips a firm hand beneath your back, flipping you over before his fingers thread through your hair, gripping the back of your head, whilst the other arm occupies itself by adjusting your position. "Hold on tight, darling."

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 who is an animal, gripping the base of his cock before alligning it against your tight hole, and with a hiss and a singular thrust, buries himself deeper than ever before, setting a pace that is both brutal and fast, your fingers curling into the soft silken sheets, mouth agape.

"Fuck," he hisses through clenched teeth, hips pistoning in and out of your tight heat, face twisted into something truly animallistic, "that's a good fucking girl. Taking me so fucking well."

His hands take their place against the slight dip in your waist, grinding you and fucking into you with reckless abandon. Heart pounding, he grunts like a feral animal gone berserk, perspiration clinging to his skin as the gummy walls of your cunt suckle and squeeze at him.

"Mine," he knows you are close, his own peak quickly approaching, a heat unlike anything he had ever felt before blossoming between his thighs, he cannot think straight, "gonna cum inside you."

You nod frantically, eyes crossed and babbling nonsense, "Give it to me."

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 who releases a guttural cry of pleasure as he spends his creamy white load into your womb, coating the insides of your pussy in his semen, forehead resting against the back of your head as he folds himself over you.

You mumble something, his ears still ringing, "What was that?"

"If making you jealous turns you into this, then sign me the fuck up."

He grins in amusement, landing a smack against your ass, "Darling, if you consider the brutal fucking I just gave you an act of jealousy, then you have another thing coming. You won't be able to fucking walk," another smack, "besides, who said I am done with you?"

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 was a man insatiable when it came to you.

❛ ━━･❪ © heavenlydevine, 2023❫ ･━━ ❜ I do not give permission for my work to be reposted, translated or used in any way without my expressed approval.

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[lipglossanon]

The Subject of Schoolgirl Fantasy

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Professor!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader (one shot)

for @ohbvnny and the many anons who asked for professor leon; hope ya like it! 💜 and thank you for your patience 😘

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, teacher/student relations, kissing, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie

not proofread ✍️

Title from Don’t Stand Too Close to Me by The Police

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“Class dismissed.”

Professor Kennedy waves everyone to the door, wristwatch catching the light drawing your attention to his forearms, (on mouth watering display since he rolled the sleeves of his button up shirt to his elbows). 

You loiter at your desk, slowly gathering your things and reorganizing your bag as the last stragglers bolt out the door, glad to be finished for the week. It’s pure luck that Professor Kennedy is your last class on Friday’s, something you’re thankful for every weekend. 

“Do you have some questions for me?” a low amused tone reaches your ears, drawing you out of your thoughts. 

You meet Professor Kennedy’s warm, blue eyes, a ghost of a smile hovering at his lips.

“Sorry,” you bite your lip in embarrassment, “I kinda zoned out.”

“No worries,” he’s leaning back against his desk, one leg crossed over the other making his black slacks cling to his thick thighs. 

He crosses his arms, making your mouth go dry at the strain it puts on his shirt; his biceps and chest are pressed right against the fabric making your knees feel weak. 

“Actually I did want to mention something to you,” his eyes watch as you finally look back into his face.

“Sir?”

He grins at you, “That last test I gave, it seems you struggled pretty badly.”

You wince and duck your head down bashfully, “Yeah, I had a hard time learning the material.”

He tsks, “Now that just won’t do.”

You look back up at him and he tilts his head, sandy hair falling into one eye. 

“I usually don’t offer, but would you like to earn some extra credit?”

You smile excitedly, “Yes, actually that would be great. Thank you, Professor.”

He chuckles, “Follow me to my office then.”

You fall behind him as he leaves the classroom and walks down to the end of the hall; he pulls his keys from his pocket and unlocks the door. 

Opening it, he gestures for you to go inside first. 

“It’s pretty quiet on Fridays,” he states as he shuts the door behind you, and twists the bolt to lock it when you’re not looking. 

“I’m sure, most people are ready to go home,” you smile, feeling shy in his presence alone. 

“I’ll bet. You have any raging parties to get to this weekend?”

You laugh at that, following him further into his office and taking a seat on the sofa. 

“No, just headed home to study and get a head start on some things.”

As he moves over to his desk, dropping his keys on the mahogany surface, you get a chance to really take in the room. Spacious is the first thing that comes to mind followed by cozy. His desk is facing the entryway with bookcases all around. Against one wall is the sofa you’re sitting on and on the opposite wall just really run of the mill office art. 

The sofa dips as he sits next to you, his thigh a hot brand against your leg. Internally, you’re squealing, so thankful you decided on wearing a cute skirt today. Leon pulls you from your thoughts again by handing you a bottle of water. 

“Would offer a glass of scotch,” he tilts his glass at you, “but don’t know if you’re driving, sweetheart,” he winks at you as you take the bottle from him with a shaky hand. 

“Oh thank you and I’m not—not driving that is,” you clear your throat, “I’ve never really had any scotch, so don’t know if I’d like it.”

“Really?” his blue eyes seem darker in his office, especially as they drag down then back up your body. 

“Would you like to try some?”

He practically purrs as he leans forward into your personal space. You’re overtaken by his smoky cologne and sandalwood aftershave. 

“Please.”

Your eyes droop as he tilts his glass against your bottom lip, mouth parting to take in the amber liquid he’s offering. He groans softly when he sees your throat swallow, tilting the glass higher for more scotch to pour out. You choke a little, liquid spilling out the sides of the glass all down your chin to drip down your neck. 

Leon drops the empty glass on the carpeted floor and hungrily licks the trail of scotch. He starts at the base of your neck and follows the sticky tracks up to your mouth. With a sigh, you’re opening up for his thick tongue. He groans and licks messily into your mouth. 

Pulling away, a silvery string of saliva bridges your mouths before you break it by licking your lips. 

His eyes are hot and heavy as he moves to kneel on the carpet, in between your legs. You moan softly as he kneads your calves with warm hands.  

“I enjoy the taste of scotch, but there’s another flavor that I’d like to try now,” he smirks at you, hands drifting up to your thighs. 

You let out a shaky breath and part your legs further under his hungry gaze as he massages the fat of your thighs. 

“Professor,” a mewling whimper escapes your lips as he rucks your skirt up to expose your dainty panties. 

“Fucking criminal,” he groans, thumb rubbing over the little lace bow at the top of your underwear. 

“Going to be a good student for me, sweetheart? Let me taste this hot little pussy?”

You nod and he grins, “Hold up your skirt for me then. There ya go, such a good girl.”

Your hands reach down and grab the hem of your skirt, pulling it up til it’s above your hips all while he watches you. His strong jawline seems more pronounced when his brow furrows in concentration as he teases the band of your panties. 

“You okay with this?” he murmurs up at you, finally dragging his eyes up to meet your gaze. 

“Uh huh,” you nod so fast it makes his lips quirk up in a half smile. 

In place of a reply, he places a soft kiss right on the damp spot of your panties. With a soft groan, he places more kisses on your clothed cunt. Both of his hands come up to the band of your panties and pulls it up until it’s tight against the lips of your pussy. He lathes his tongue across your slit, leaving a wet kiss on the outline of your clit. 

Your legs twitch and spasm as he continues to slowly lick and kiss your pussy through your underwear.

“Please, sir,” you moan as he sucks your clit a little harder, eyes glinting wickedly up at you, “can I take them off?”

He pulls back with a low laugh, “No, gonna get these cute panties soaked before anything else happens.”

You watch as his hand reaches down to readjust his bulge in his slacks, making your mouth water and head dizzy. 

“Save it for later,” he grins at you, hand coming down suddenly to spank across your wet underwear making you buck up with a whine. 

“So responsive,” he muses, mouth going back to his slow torment on your needy cunt. 

He keeps you there, legs spread before finally putting them over his shoulders, face buried against your panties as he licks and sucks your pussy through the cloth. It feels like forever when he finally pulls away, hands going to the band of your underwear and tugging them off. He watches greedily as your cunt is bared, clear strings of slick clinging to the gusset of your panties as he pulls them away from your pussy lips. 

At seeing how wet you are, he wastes no time in slipping the soaked clothing off your legs and tucks them in his pocket. With a growl, he shoves his face against your pussy making you both moan. 

“Taste so good,” he pulls away to spit on your pulsing clit, “been wanting to taste your pretty little cunt since the beginning of the semester.”

“Oh god,” you gasp, hands letting go of your skirt to tangle in his hair, “could’ve had it then.”

“Slut,” he rumbles with delight, “don’t worry, gonna give you what we both want.”

He presses suckling kisses to your pussy lips before fluttering his tongue against your drippy hole. With a sigh, he pushes his thick tongue into your soaked cunt, eagerly fucking his tongue in and out until you’re squirming against his mouth. 

His hands grip your thighs harshly, bruises forming under his fingertips as he keep you in place. 

“O-oh, so good,” you keen, hands tugging on his hair making him groan and nuzzle deeper into your folds, nose bumping and grinding against your swollen clit. 

You hump his mouth, feeling your orgasm ramp higher and higher as that coil tightens in your belly. 

“I’m close, Professor.”

Your moan ends on a pathetic whine as he pulls completely away from eating you out. 

“That won’t do,” his mouth and chin are shiny with your slick making you go hot all over, “got to work for that extra credit, honey.”

He stands up, unbuckling his belt and sliding his slacks down until he can pull his hard cock out. He strokes the shaft, pulling back the foreskin so you can see the precum drip from his fat tip down his knuckles. He manhandles you to lay down on the sofa, one leg thrown over the back with the other dangling off the edge of the cushions. 

He slaps your clit with his cock, rocking back and forth so the tip drags through your slick folds getting him wet. You reach down to spread open your cunt, making it easier for Leon to rut against your pussy lips and the hood of your clit. 

“Please,” your hips arch up into his frotting, “want it so much.”

“Let me go find a condom, sweet thing,” he goes to get up but your nails sink into his chest through his dress shirt. 

“I’m on the pill,” you bite your lip out of nervousness, “I mean you can if you want, but I’m—“

“I’m not going to argue,” he chuckles, slapping your cunt with his dick, “not everyday I get to raw a hot little pussy.”

You whine, spine bowing as you try to press your sopping wet cunt against his dick, “Please, I’m so empty.”

He groans and finally quits teasing, pressing the head of his dick into your clenching hole. Your eyes roll back as he keeps rocking his dick deeper and deeper into your fluttering walls. 

He laughs down at you, “Mmm yeah, this pretty pussy is sucking me in so good. Such a snug fit for me.”

You feel like your cunt is being split in half; he’s so thick and long, it has you whining constantly as he bottoms out. 

“Such a good girl for me,” he presses himself down on you, body weight heavy and comforting.

You moan needily, hands gripping his shoulders, “S’deep.”

“I know,” his mocking voice is warm in your ear, “tiny pussy’s stretched out isn’t she?”

“Uh huh,” you mumble, drooling as he pulls halfway out to thrust back in, grinding and rubbing all along your g-spot as his pelvis catches your pudgy clit. 

“Taking me so well,” he praises making goosebumps trail down your arms, “this fat pussy’s gonna get a nice thick load, now isn’t that nice of me?”

“So nice,” you slur out, brain going fuzzy from how good Professor Kennedy’s making you feel. 

He laughs again, picking up the pace to fuck into you hard and deep. One hand goes to grip the meat of your hip while the other slips down to circle and press against your sensitive clit. Your legs wrap around his waist, bare legs rubbing against his shirt sending little pulses of pleasure to your brain. 

Your thighs twitch where they’re pressed against Professor Kennedy’s waist, toes starting to curl as he pounds against that spongy spot in your cunt, creating a mourning wave of pleasure. That band of arousal that has been winding tighter and tighter finally snaps.

Rough fingers pinch your clit as your pussy clamps down on his cock so tight it makes him hiss in pleasure. Your blood rushes to your head so fast it makes you dizzy, spine arching as your body tries to thrash under his; a high, keening cry slips from your mouth as he keeps teasing your swollen clit, extending your orgasm til tears bead your eyes.

“Good girl, so fucking good,” he groans, “gonna make me cum.”

“Yes, please, inside Professor Kennedy, want your cum,” you plead, eyes hazy as you give him a dopey smile, “feel’s nice.”

“Yeah? God, so good. Gonna fill you up,” he growls low in his throat as he pumps his cock into your cunt half a dozen times before burying himself deep in your spasming hole, walls still milking him. 

You whine up at him as he bucks his hips into you, hot spurts of jizz painting your pussy walls white. He pants to catch his breath before pulling out of you with a low sigh. His cum oozes from your hole and he pushes it back in with dark eyes. He lifts his gaze and smirks at you. 

“We’ll have to meet up more often, don’t think this was enough extra credit to help out with your poor grade.”

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[debonairprincesposts]

If you have requests open I'd love to request a Lucifer x reader angst. When he finds out they're dating Charlie, he gets too protective and ends up scaring them away. After seeing how upset she gets when the reader breaks up with her because of him, he has to try and patch things up.

Thank you anon for this wonderful request! I thrive on angst. Ask and you shall receive! Mostly.

Anyway! Here is your Lucifer x reader angst.

Hope it’s to your liking-

Enjoy (。•̀ᴗ-)✧

It’s finally happening. Charlie was finally going to introduce her partner to her dad. She just hopes that he doesn’t hate (Name) as soon as he sees them.

“Calm down, Char! I’m sure it’ll go great- I mean, how bad could it be, right?” You tried to comfort Charlie. Not like you were any better. You were just as nervous, maybe even more. You were going to meet the king of hell for heaven’s sake!

“No- you’re right! There’s no way he won’t like you! You’re like- the nicest person I know! He’s bound to take a liking to you-,” Charlie says, pacing around the hotel lobby. Nobody was present at the moment, she told everyone that she was gonna have an important meeting with her dad and had Vaggie request that nobody be present in the lobby at that time.

Knock knock

He’s here! Already?! You just hope that everything goes well and he ends up liking you. Charlie would be pretty upset if he didn’t. You would too-

“Charlie! So good to see you again!”

Lucifer said as he basically crushed her in a bear hug with a grin.

“G-Good to see you too, dad!” Charlie wheezes out as she hugs him back.

He lets go as he walks into the lobby, “So what is this important thing you wanted to show me, Char Char?”

“Uhm- dad, I just wanted you to meet someone really important to me, so- Uhm,” She drags you over by the shoulders, “meet (Name)! My lover!” Says Charlie with a nervous smile.

“Pleasure to meet you, sir!” You extend your hand for a shake, Lucifer grabs your hand with narrowed eyes and a strained grin as his grip on your hand tightens to a painful degree. “Likewise.”

Awkward silence…

“Alright!” Says Charlie with a clap to clear the awkwardness, “Why don’t you two get to know each other while I go get us some drinks.”

You look at Charlie with a pleading look to not leave you alone with her dad, because you know for a fact you would’ve been dead ten times over from the way he’s glaring at you if looks could kill.

Charlie gives you an apologetic smile as she quickily makes her way to the bar in the lobby.

“So,” He suddenly says, startling you, you turn to look at him. The way he’s looking at you tells you he’s displeased that you’re in a relationship with Charlie , “What are your intentions with my daughter?” Distrust clear in his voice.

Sweat drips down your temple. You take a deep breath, “I love her, sir. I want to try my best to make her happy like she does with me.” You say with a shaky smile.

His eyes narrow even further than before, “I’m not buying it. You’re a sinner! The only reason you’d be down here is if you did some really terrible things. Why would a terrible person like you want to be with Charlie. What is your plan exactly? Are you trying to exploit her kindness? Steal her money? Her life?”

He’s basically glaring now.

Your eyes widen as you immediately go to deny all the things he said, “What? N-No! I would never- I love Charlie! I wouldn’t ever do anything like that!”

“Bullshit!” Venom drips from his voice, he’s actually really starting to scare you now. Charlie, where are you?? “I want you as far away from my daughter as possible. Do you understand?”

“But sir-,”

“I said- Do you understand?” His eyes flash red as his horns slightly peak from under his skin.

“O-okay-,” you say dejectedly as you try to keep your tears at bay.

“Wonderful!” He goes back to normal as if he didn’t just basically threaten you, grin wide and everything, “I’m sure you’ll be gone by tomorrow morning, right?” He says with a threatening grin. “And Charlie better not hear a thing about this, clear?”

“Crystal.” You say as you look away to hide your tears.

After Charlie comes back with the drinks, you excuse yourself to the restroom to wash your face.

Charlie shoots you a worried glance. You flash her a small smile as you pass her.

“You didn’t say anything mean, did you dad?” Charlie shoots her dad a suspicious look.

“Pfft- What? No- I would never!” He lied as he took a sip of his drink, “They’re just the sweetest person ever! Good find Charlie!”

Her eyes sparkle as she heard what he said, “Right? They’re so nice to me too. They make me breakfast in bed practically everyday! Oh- and help with managing the hotel when I’m not here too! And their massages are the best! I love them so much!” Charlie continues going off on a tangent about all the nice things you’ve done and such.

As Lucifer listens to her talk, he starts to feel a bit guilty about how he treated you earlier but erases that thought from his head. He needs to keep his little apple pie safe. No matter the cost.

(Name) never returned to the lobby after that. Lucifer decided to excuse himself deciding that it’s gotten late and that he needs to attend to his “kingly” duties tomorrow. Charlie goes to the bedroom to find (Name) already asleep. So she goes to bed too with a smile on her face. In her mind, her dad and her partner liked each other. That couldn’t be further from the truth.

The next morning, Lucifer gets a call from Charlie. She’s sobbing, barely getting her breaths out as she tells him that you broke up with her.

“Why would they break up with me!” She sobs, “Was it because of me? Because I did something?-,”

“No Charlie! Definitely not your fault. Maybe they left for a good reason?” He says unsure of himself.

Charlie pauses on her end, “Did you do something, dad?”

“O-Of course not, sweetie!-,”

“Dad, please!”

“…” Lucifer is at a loss. He didn’t know Charlie would be this devastated. “I’ll go find them and talk to them for you, okay apple pie?” He settles.

Charlie sniffles, “Really?”

“Really! They’ll be back with you in no time! Not a problem at all! So just- stop crying, okay? Please?” If he needs to go find that sinner his daughter likes then so be it.

“Okay,” Charlie says, “ But please- don’t say mean things to them okay?”

“Of course, sweetie,”

They both hang up.

Lucifer messed up bad. He didn’t mean to make Charlie that upset. He needs to find that sinner, and convince them to go back to Charlie. He just hopes he didn’t scare them too much the last time they both talked. He needs to fix this.

You moved back to the little apartment you had. It wasn’t much, but at least it was a roof over your head. As you head out to try find a new job, Lucifer pops outta nowhere making you take several steps back.

“Hey there! Mind having a talk with lil old me?” He says with an expecting grin.

You were scared for your life. You already did as he asked so why was he here?!

You shakily smile as you answer him, “Of course, sir.”

His grin widens as he opens a portal to a cafe of sorts. He leads you inside to a private booth. He motions at the seat infront of him, gesturing you to take a seat. He calls the waiter over, orders you both drinks then you settle in silence as the waiter leaves.

He clears his throat, startling the crap out of you. “So,” he says awkwardly, “How are you today?” He asks as he tries to start small talk.

“Fine,” You reply.

He winces at your dry response.

“So uhh- Charlie sounded pretty upset this morning when she called me,” He says as he fiddles with his fingers.

You were too scared to say anything really. You already knew Charlie was going to be upset, but it’s not like you had much choice in the matter.

He was gauging your reaction to his words. You seem to be just as upset as Charlie sounded on the phone with him earlier. You look like you are close to tears.

He sighed as he finally got his thoughts together, “I’m sorry.” He says looking at his lap, seeming completely ashamed of his actions.

Your head snapped up fast enough to give you whiplash from hearing him apologize. Apologize? He’s apologizing? To you?? The King of Hell is apologizing to a lowly sinner like you?!

“I shouldn’t have done what I had. I should’ve gotten to know you better before judging you immediately.” He finally looks up from his lap to look at you to find you sat then completely frozen with a shocked look on your face.

“You love her, don’t you?” He asks you with a hopeful expression. He smiles in relief when you nod with a soft ‘yes’. His smile softens when he sees how tense you are, you look like you’re ready to bolt at a moments notice. He grimaces on the inside. He shouldn’t have been that harsh. He judged you too early. “How about we try to get to know each other for a bit. You are going to be my child in law sooner or later, aren’t you?” He takes a sip of his drink with a grin.

Your eyes glisten with tears of relief. Lucifer panics a bit at the sight of your tears before you explain that it’s just tears of happiness. He calms down at your explanation. The fact that you’re crying tears of joy over knowing that you could still be with Charlie made Lucifer change his mind about you. You might just be what Charlie needs. He hopes that Charlie can forgive him for what he did.

Negative thoughts aside! He needs to get to know his daughter’s partner better! Properly this time.

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[vampirzina]

Hii :) I really liked what you wrote about fujin and reptiles with a pierced reader. Can I request something similar? Bi-han and Tomas with a reader who has pierced nipples. You don't have to do it if it makes you uncomfortable!

tw: gn pronouns, nsfw, mdni (!), established relationship, piercings and the like, afab reader

notes: two of my faves actually so yes i will! i heart them. i apologize if this is lackluster in any way

masterlist : lace divider

Bi Han’s so needy in his manhandling of your clothes at the time that he doesn’t even feel them. He’d been watching you like a hawk. Week after week you’ve been working him up to this moment, and bless intuition, you knew to shed your bra as soon as you escaped behind the wall that led to your room. No sooner were he there after you. You shed your shirt for him as he fumbles with your pants—and he’d have to double take. You dare him with playful eyes to touch, yet he has enough depleting restraint left to wait; you squeal when he practically rips your pants off of you now.

Bi Han’s second favorite place to mark you now is your breasts. Whether it be with his teeth to leave a few bite marks and hickeys, or cum—he makes sure that your pierced nipples pert from his cold touch are not neglected by time he’s finished with you. However, if they’re sore, he’ll comply and leave them alone for now but he recommends that you both do something to fix that problem if you can. He’s willing to be patient if you say there’s nothing to do but wait.

It’s unsaid, but Bi Han likes when you don’t wear your bra around him much more often than you think. It drives him a little crazy to feel them harden when he brushes his fingers over the piercing, and your soft mewl when he applies just the right amount of pressure to make you squirm in his lap. It frustrates him when you work him up far enough.

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You giggled, moving his hand that snuck around your back from your breast. “Stop it. Just work.”

Bi Han grunted, nearly slapping the pen out of your hand when you picked it up to hand it to him—tauntingly, you both knew. You have to know what you’re doing, don’t you?

“Oh, my god. I just sat down on my spot and now you want me bent over,” you feigned total innocence, bracing a palm flat on his chest while your arm is hooked around his neck. “I think I’m going to leave you to do your work. There’s a lot to do, right?”

You only so much so leaned outward, and Bi Han is holding onto you for dear life. It makes you call his name in sheer tease—what has gotten into him?

You ask that, but when he shifts you further onto his lap, you feel the product of your teasing prodding at your damp cunt.

Bi Han’s grip goes from your hip to your tit to give it a good squeeze, and to stabilize you as he swiftly shoves his clothed and rock-hard dick impossibly closer to your core. You let out a gasp to his strained grunt.

“Stay and fix this,” he huffed. “An order.”

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Bi Han warms his hands under your shirt these days.

Guide Tomas’ hands to feel them, and he’s completely hard on the spot. He doesn’t really asks questions about something he found incredibly hot, lest you think he doesn’t like them. After letting him touch, don’t expect him to let go—he spends an extraordinary amount of attention on them, whether it be with his fingers drenched from your slick or mouth. Despite that, it’s not that he doesn’t enjoy leaving hickey there, but he prefers leaving them on your thighs. Touch is already a big thing for Tomas, so god forbid if you tease him by not letting him touch you where he so obviously wants to.

You have to remind Tomas where your eyes are. Even in a completely innocent setting, when he’s not in the right state of mind in the moment and trying to make it through the day so that he could run home with/to you. His face flushes when you say the cliche line to him, and he meekly apologizes. Tomas can’t help himself—he loves to look. To him, they’re beautiful.

Tomas loves when you surprise him with different types of piercing jewelry on your breasts. He knows you don’t ask, but he tells you what he thinks of them (you appreciate it anyway). If you ask him his favorite, ideally it’s any, but it’s mostly the ones with jewels and hearts; to him, he says, brings so much attention to them from any angle.

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Mouth completely ruined from eating you out, Tomas drags warm tongue kisses from your worn pussy up to your pierced breasts; all while maintaining eye contact. You whimper.

“These,” his hands come up to cup the underside of your tits. Tomas presses them together as far as they could go—and in a moment of great unserious-ness from him—shoves his faces into them and lets out a low moan. His thumbs press gently the piercing into the flesh cushioning them.

“All I think about coming home to,” Tomas is muffled but you hear him clearly. “All day.”

You giggle. “Well, they’re yours to use if you love them so much.”

Tomas looks up at you from your sternum. He seems surprised at your offer; were they really? His face is red and his steel eyes are mulled over in a deep lustful haze, but he’s staring at you to gage your sincerity, and you can tell.

“I mean it, Tommy,” your hands, although the tips of them ache from gripping the sheets too tight just moments ago, find his. “Except for when they’re sore, though. They ache enough then.”

Tomas lets out a sigh, lifting his face to lie a tender kiss on the both of them. He’s coming down from the high from feeling of you to even properly express his thanks to you, but you know he has nothing but gratitude.

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Tomas’ favorite angle is underneath you, where he can see the piercing frame your beautiful face.

@𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐀೨

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[yuki-world]

杰帕德 | GEPARD ; QUIET

summary | gepard is running late for a meeting, but his lover wants something more from him.

tags | nsfw (smut), fem!reader, slight corruption, exhibitionism, blowjob, face-fucking, cum swallowing, 1.3k words

a/n : he’s so sweet!! short one this time <3

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“y/n, can weー are we really doing it here?”

gepard is… a mess. he’s not used to engaging in such dirty activities, much less doing so in a public setting. he’s the captain it's his duty to always be on high alert. it's only natural that he should have the utmost focus on his job in order to protect the people of belobog.

yet, the only thing he can focus on right now is the way your index finger traces around his bulge, feather-light touches lingering on his thighs ever so often. it's really not the timeー his meeting is in a little less than 15 minutes, and he has yet to prepare himself.

“you don’t want to?” your lips form into a pout, feigning disappointment. a smile threatens to form when a small glance at gepard’s face shows his eyes softening at your expression immediately. “oh y/n, it's not that, it's just…”

you weren’t actually disappointed. you were totally fine with not doing anything, actually. but what fun would that be, when gepard was so easy to convince, so easy to persuadeー so easy to tease? he’s such just such a sweetheart, you knew how difficult it was for him to say no to you. he always felt a bit guilty for not giving you what you want, knowing he had barely any personal time to spend with you.

the tracing of his bulge soon turns into a slow rub with your palm. its embarrassing how fast he hardens under your touch, letting out soft little gasps each time you rub him just how he likes it. the strain under his pants is getting unbearable, but he has to argue with himself to not let you do this.

his hand comes up to hold your wrist, preventing you from moving any further. “are you really okay with this? i mean, doing it in public and all is…” he trails off, sighing as his cheeks heat up.

“you don’t want to spend time with me?” you ask, and he pauses. honestly, its not very often he gets to have any personal time with you with how busy he gets, especially from attending to last minute matters. surely he should be cherishing every moment, including now… right?

“i…” he starts. “i do, butー but you have to make this really, really quick, okay?” he says, utterly defeatedー and incredibly embarrassed.

oh you’ve definitely won him over.

you give him a quick kiss on his cheek, before your hands find the zipper of his pants, bringing it down as you pull out his cock. he shudders as he feels the cold air hit his cock.

“what… what are you doing?” he questions, eyes widening as he sees you lowering yourself onto your knees. this was not what you told you would be doing; he expected a quick handjob and that was it. it was the only reason he agreed, because it would be less riskier than anything else.

you giggle, giving him a few pumps as you feel him hardening in your grip. “well, i think this will make you cum fasterー don’t you want to save more time?”

fuck, his head is spinning. he can’t fathom how your words sound so innocent, but the look you’re giving him and your actions told a completely different story.

its when the coldness from the atmosphere is replaced with the heat of your mouth that he thinks, just this once. he’ll let himself go just this once.

“ohー oh my god,” gepard gasps as take all of his cock in one go, hands flying to your hair immediately. he almost came.

he feels his cock at the back of your throat; its so tight and warm, its nothing compared to a mere handjob. his cock throbs as you pull yourself off, copious amounts of saliva dripping out on the way. your tongue swirls around his cockhead, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum.

he can’t help but turn away, face flushing red when you look directly up at him while doing such a dirty act. it's not because he finds it disgusting, he would neverー but he might actually cum prematurely if he looks any further.

the grip on your hair tightens when your tongue delves into the slit of his cock, suckling ever so often. he slaps his hand over his mouth when he lets out a groan on accident.

“you’re so loud captain,” you tease, hands tracing up and down his inner thighs. “it’d be a shame if the other guards see you like this.”

“it's not my faulー ahh,” his breath hitches as you take him into your mouth once again. it was impressive, really. being able to deepthroat his cock like that without gagging is a talent in itself. you’re beautifulー lewd, but extremely beautiful, he thinks. its a sight he can’t erase out of his mind no matter how hard he tries. he just knows that this scene in front of him will be imprinted in his mind during the meetingー if he will even go. he might not be able to hold back from fucking you.

it felt so good, he couldn’t help but subconsciously thrust into your mouth. his eyes were closed shut at this point; the pleasure was too much. its not like he hasn’t had a blowjob before, its just… you’re different. the way you bat your lashes while sucking him off in the back of an alleyway, it feels like he’s dreaming.

when your hand reaches up to fondle and massage his balls while you quicken your movements, his mind goes blank.

gepard’s hands find the sides of your head, holding you still as he practically fucks your mouth as if he was fucking your cunt. small whimpers come out of him; the thought of the both of you getting caught doesn’t even occur to him, he’s too far gone.

“fuckー its so deep, you’re so warm, ah,” he rambles on, continuously fucking his cock into your mouth. you were so thankful you barely had any gag reflex. you moan around him, the vibrations making him shudder.

your face was stained with your own saliva, hands gripping his pants as he uses you like his own fleshlight. he thinks you look better like thisー mouth stuffed full of his cock (and cum), though he’ll never admit it.

he was getting close. he pulls his cock out, a gush of saliva dripping down immediately. he rubs the tip of his swollen cock around your lips, and you stick your tongue out.

he hisses as you suckle on the tip of his cock again, throwing his head back against the wall. your hand pumps the rest of his cock, and he can’t help but chase his release as he fucks into your hand.

“please let me cum in your mouth, y/n, please, fuckーplease,” gepard begs, whining when he thrusts into the back of your throat once again. you hum around him as a ‘yes’, and he doesn’t think twice.

he pushes the back of your head so you take every single inch of him, and then he cums. it shoots down your throat like nothing; you don’t even taste it. he pants as he pulls you off, not a single trail of his cum to be seen. “gepard…” you sigh, your jaw aching from how big he was.

your eyes widen as he tilts your chin up, jerking himself off. “tongue outー mmh, y/n.”

you comply immediately, sticking your tongue out as he pumps his cock over your face. weak spurts of cum fall mostly onto your tongue, but some staining other parts of your face with white as well.

he gulps as he sees his salty white seed collected on your tongue, swallowing when he instructs you to.

“you okay?” he lets out a breathy chuckle as he helps you back onto your feet, checking your knees for any bruises, wiping the excess cum off your face. you nod, his figure leaning down to give you a kiss.

“you’re just in time, gepard! 14 minutes,” you state, checking the time on your phone. “your pants are still unzipped, by the way.”

oh. he’s still hard.

“…i think i’m cancelling the meeting.”

ー @yuki-world

#雪| 杰帕德 gepard #gepard #gepard x reader #gepard smut #hsr #hsr gepard #honkai star rail #honkai smut #honkai star rail x reader #gepard x reader smut #honkai star rail gepard

[slytherinshua]

PIGGYBACK

genre. fluff. warnings. none. pairing. shotaro x fem!reader. wc. 700. request. no. a/n. i'm so tired of there being no taro fics like omg my baby deserves more 💔 but this time the taro bias is taroing 🫡

“But they’re sore!” Shotaro’s whines were almost incessant as you walked back home. You had assumed that your pro-dancer boyfriend would be more than fine to go on a hike with you given how nice the weather was. It would be a waste to just stay at home. The hike was mostly pleasant, but walking home was when he started complaining about how sore his legs felt.

“We’re almost there, you’ll be fine!” You continued to drag him, pulling his hand that clung quite tightly to yours as if it was the only thing keeping him from completely toppling over on himself.

“Just 1 piggyback ride? Please?” He tugged at your hand, digging his feet into the ground, determined to not walk any further.

You stopped and looked back at him skeptically, “You want me to carry you?” 

He nodded eagerly, “I seriously can’t do another 20 minutes.” 

“And you trust me to be able to carry you?” You asked. He just grinned at you and nodded his head, already making ways to get on your back. 

It was hard to say no to him, even though you were unsure about the idea. You did feel a little bad about dragging him on the hike when he had told you his muscles were sore from dance practice. You let him hop on your back without another word of protest, adjusting to the feeling of his entire body weighing on you. It wasn’t quite as bad as you expected, and with him wrapping his arms securely around your shoulders, you continued walking.

“You know, you’re kind of childish sometimes.” You muttered, heaving Shotaro up a little when he started to slip.

“I know.” He giggled.

“You seem extremely happy about this situation, don’t you?” You huffed, feeling your arms start to ache slightly. You were more than halfway to home now, though. You would be able to make it.

“It’s comfortable.” He smiled, his voice coming out a little softer. He rested his head on your shoulder and let his eyes flutter closed. Though it was hard for you to look at him, you felt his body relax further, a sure signal of his tiredness that you knew all too well. Shotaro tended to have a lot of energy and then crash suddenly.

“It’s not even 2 o’clock, Taro. Don’t fall asleep yet.” You nudged him, walking up to the turn onto your street. You were relieved to be almost there. Shotaro looked light, but with the muscle he worked hard to build, he was heavier than he seemed. You were feeling the strain of carrying him for 20 minutes by now, but you didn’t have it in you to complain.

He mumbled sleepily about something that you didn’t quite catch. You wondered how someone who was so exuberant about getting a piggyback just a short time ago could be this drowsy now. You could already predict that he would want to nap with you once you reached home. 

Shotaro was the type to get clingier the more he clung, and you had learned to keep your hugs short unless you wanted them to turn into long cuddling sessions. Since a piggyback ride was basically Taro hugging you like a koala from behind, it was almost inevitable that he would complain about being separated from you again.

Once you opened the door to your house, Shotaro slipped off your back easily. As soon as you both had discarded your coats and shoes he was already dragging you up the stairs, flopping on the bed as soon as possible, pulling you so that you landed on top of him a second later.

You laughed at how eager he was to sleep, closing his eyes as soon as his body hit the mattress; but lying on top of Shotaro was one of the most comfortable places in the world, and within a couple of minutes you could feel yourself getting drowsy as well. Shotaro hugged you tightly, ensuring that you stayed as close to him as possible. He was asleep within minutes, leaving you to listen to his steady heartbeat and soft breathing as they lulled you to your dreams as well.

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[floydsmuse]

A night out in the wild

warnings: 18+ only, mdni, smut, p in v, teasing, explicit language.

pairing: Bob Floyd x f! reader (no y/n)

description: after being forced into going on a camping trip with Bob, you decide to get back at him. you get him all riled up & he ends up taking control… (wc 1k+)

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a/n: hi :) so i finally finished up a new fic! this one took me a few days & im not super sure why😅 but it’s here! i just knew i had to write something spicy for Bob, so this is what i came up with! i had fun writing this one, so i hope you like it. as always, likes & comments are great! reblogs are appreciated too🥰💕 ty!

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“wo..would..you quit that?!” Bob yelled over to you in a whisper, completely stuttering over his words & his voice becoming strained.

you were busying yourself in this moment, rubbing your ass against his clothed half-hard cock. you suppressed a giggle into your pillow, but not letting up on your teasing. hearing Bob be flustered & getting all hot & bothered was one of your favorite things. on the other hand, Bob was just doing his absolute best to keep quiet in this predicament, not wanting to risk waking up his other fellow naval aviators.

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see, Bob was forced to go on this camping trip. Rooster had set it up & the rest of the dagger squad were all in attendance. Bob politely declined the offer at first, but Rooster didn’t let him off so easy & insisted that he tag along. he tried to reason that it would be good for Bob to get out of his comfort zone & have a bit of fun. It took a lot of convincing, but eventually Bob gave in, but only on one condition. he would only go if you joined him & while you were not completely thrilled with the idea, Bob’s pleading eyes & him practically begging you to come with was enough for you to agree to go. so, you packed up your things & headed out to a campsite a ways away from home.

while loving the idea of being with your boyfriend in a tent suited for one & in such close proximity to him, you didn’t love the idea of sleeping on the hard woodsy ground, on a particularly chilly fall night. you knew you had to get back at him somehow for dragging you along on this trip. you figured you would wait until everyone else was off to sleep, before you could give Bob a taste of his own medicine.

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it was around 2 in the morning. you waited until all the guys were seemingly asleep in their tents, before making a move. Bob was cuddled up against your backside, with his head resting next to your shoulder & his arms wrapped securely around your waist. you bit your bottom lip & hesitated for a second, not sure if this was entirely a good idea. you knew Bob could get incredibly vocal when you two were intimate. he never shys away from letting out those cute little noises you adored so much, when you’re pleasuring him or vice versa. you knew he would be mortified if any of the squad heard him in such a predicament. but you figured, it’s now or never. you were gonna get him back good for dragging you here.

you push back further into him, your ass lining up with his crotch. you start slowly grinding against him, not wanting to over do it. Bob stirs, but doesn’t quite regain consciousness yet. you know if you make your movements too quick or too intense, Bob will surely be yelping out in mercy. so, you only go a tad bit faster & push back further into him just a little bit more. a sudden jerk from him is felt from behind you & a gasp escapes his throat.

“wha..what are you doing? ahh…st..stop.” Bob groggily spoke, letting out a groan that seems to get caught in his throat. you don’t stop though. you keep going & pretend like you didn’t hear him protest. you knew he liked it, as this wasn’t the first time you two had done this. it just wasn’t done in a place where you could potentially get caught.

“wo..would..you quit that?!” Bob yelled over to you in a whisper, still stuttering over his words & his voice straining. you let out a light giggle & he let out a fuck under his breath. his hands were squeezing into your sides so hard, that you were sure his strong grip on them would leave bruises in their wake.

“you put this on yourself Bobby. for dragging me here in the first place.” you teasingly reply back & Bob continues to let out the littlest of whines. you start steadying your movements, pushing yourself away from his grasp & sitting up. you gaze down, peaking at his erection just waiting to break away from the clutches of his flannel pants. you couldn’t help but let out a gulp at the very sight. Bob didn’t say anything for a few seconds, his breathing heavy & his eyes blown out. he then looks up at you, his face reads of lust & god knows you were prepared for what was about to happen next.

Bob pounces at you. in a flash your mouths are molded together through sloppy wet kisses & he’s now straddling your waist. you run your hands up his back, but he’s quick to pin them above your head. his lips lead a trail of kisses along your jaw, then to your neck. you bite your lip to suppress a whimper. so desperately wanting to card your fingers through his hair, but Bob still has your hands trapped within his firm grasp.

he suddenly stops the assault on your neck & leans in to your ear whispering,

“i am going to ruin you sweets. i hope you’re ready for my cock.”

he nips at the shell of your ear & your breath gets caught in your throat. the idea of Bob ruining you makes your panties soaked & your thighs start rubbing together, seeking for a type of friction you’re so desperately yearning for.

Bob doesn’t hesitate. he tears your pjs off, leaving you absolutely bare in front of him. Bob was always known to be the shy & quiet WSO, but behind bedroom doors or in intimate settings at times, he becomes a wild animal.

his cock is finally set free from its restraints, awaiting to be fully submersed inside your gummy walls. you are growing impatient with him. just wanting him to stretch you out to your full extent & have his cock buried deep inside of you, going to town on that spot that just feels so right.

your wish is granted. Bob spreads you wide open & throws your legs over his shoulders, completely bending you in half. you instinctively wrap your arms around him. he gives you no warning & quickly pushes his plush tip into your seeping wet hole. you let out a gasp, a little too loudly for Bob’s liking. he slaps his hand over your mouth & shakes his head at you. he leans into your ear again. his voice hushed,

“you better keep quiet baby. you don’t wanna wake up the others. don’t want em’ to know that i’m taking you right here inside this little tent of ours.”

your eyes roll into the back of your head at his words & at the idea of the guys overhearing you two. Bob’s hand remains over your mouth, as he slowly starts moving inside you. just warming you up, allowing you to get used to his size & that familiar stretch of your walls. Bob keeps steadily thrusting & you let out a muffled whine into his hand, indicating that you were ready for him to pick up the pace.

Bob listens. he picks up on his movements, causing you to dig your heels further into his shoulder blades & your hands wrack into his hair, lightly tugging there. Bob lets out the slightest of groans & you can tell that he’s really trying his best not to scream out in pleasure.

that feeling of his plush tip, hitting that spot inside you just right makes you see stars. Bob continues that fast pace, not letting up. it feels like you two are the only people existing in the world in this moment. you’re both intimately connected & chasing your highs out in the wilderness. it truly was a beautiful sight.

Bob pulls his head from where it rested against your shoulder & immediately latches his mouth onto your right tit. he swirls his tongue over the now perked nipple & nips at your doughy flesh there too. your eyes squeeze shut at the sudden action & you can’t help but bite down onto Bob’s hand. Bob jolts in reaction to your teeth sunken into his skin, but he still doesn’t let up on his thrusting or assault on your breasts.

he knew you had to be close now & he wasn’t far behind you. Bob removes his hand from your mouth, as quieted whimpers leave your throat & you mutter out a close. Bob grunts at your response, as you pull him closer into you & crashing your lips into his, to suppress a moan. you finally let go, your orgasm taking over your body. you are shuddering under him & Bob follows suit. his own orgasm overcoming him & your name is quietly projected from his lips. being repeated over & over.

Bob’s thrusts slowly start coming to a hault, but you aren’t letting him out of your grasp just yet. your sweaty foreheads press together, as his cock softens inside of you. you stay like this for some time, continuing to be intimately connected. both of your breathing starts to calm & all that can be heard are the subtle sounds of nature bouncing off of the trees in the forest.

Bob soon carefully slips out of you, but remains close. he pulls your limp body into his chest, legs intertwining & lays his head against your head. Bob leans in even closer to you, whispering in your ear,

“that’s what ya get for riling me up.”

you can practically feel his smirk against your cheek. you let out a giggle at his words & lean over to press a kiss to his lips. you two remained like this for the rest of the night. bare & limbs tangled together under the remaining hours of a starry night sky.

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[peachyloveswriting]

Could we get some…..silent treatment headcanons for knives? Like maybe he says something mean or does something mean to the reader and since shes a sassy lady shes like “ok fine! You wanna be that way?” And gives him the silent treatment until he gives her a genuine apology! Shes moving away from him when he sits/stands next to her, avoiding affection from him, stuff like that!

If you dont wanna write that, thats totally fine! I just 1) love soft knives 2) love the way you write him & 3) wanna see what he does when she ignores him for being a meanie head!!

Headcanons? I’m sorry I need you to speak up…oh…I’m afraid I don’t know what those are love~

Silent Treatment…huh? — Millions Knives

Summary: Knives yelled at you during one of his temper tantrums and this resulted in you giving him the silent treatment. Now he’s confused and upset.

“Why aren’t you speaking to me?” Knives voice raised to the lightest degree, wavering anger present in his voice.

You’ve been doing this, this silent treatment all day. He’s tried to talk to you but you ignore him or move to a different room entirely. No he had you cornered in his bedroom and alone. He wanted answers.

“I’ve been trying to speak to you since last night and you won’t even look at me!” He gestured with his hand as he walked closer to you. You only stared at the window in silence.

“I don’t understand if you’re angry at me or if I’ve done something but it’s no reason to not speak to me. Stop being childish and work the problem out instead of treating me like this.” His words came out as a plea. Buried in frustration his voice strained, yet firm.

You still didn’t reply or even look at him. Knives felt defeated, frustrated. Your company and mindless conversations were the only thing he seemed to enjoy. You pulled him away from his mind when he played his songs and you gave him things to think about other than his stupid hatred. For you to ignore him, hurt.

Softly, hands grabbed your hips and pulled you back. He pulls you to him, his chest pressed against your back while his lips brushed against your ear. His hot breath tickled your skin as he spoke.

“Tell me, My Flower, what have I done to upset you.” He says gently. Your heart flutters from the closeness and the way he holds you from behind, yet you still don’t speak. “Please don’t ignore me.”

Soft kisses trail from your jaw to your shoulder, soft and warm. It sends shivers down your spine as one of his hands further wraps around your waist, holding you against him. “I’ll fix any problems you have, Petal. Say the word and your wish is my command.” He softly nuzzled his face into your neck occasionally trailing it with kisses.

You finally broke, a sigh leaving your lips as you placed your hands over his and spoke. “Last night, when you were angry. You remember right?”

He lifts his head, his eyes watching you curiously. You spin around in his arms to face him. “Yes. I remember.” His brows furrow with wonder as he listens closely.

“You yelled at me. I don’t remember what you said but it pissed me off.” You admit.

His eyes flicker with darkness for a moment before he places a soft kiss on your forehead. “I never meant to yell at you.” He places another on your nose. “That’s no excuse.” He kisses your cheekbone. “Let me make it up to you.” Then your lips.

Knives pulls away with a soft, desperate look in his eyes. He holds you gently as you chuckle and smile up at him. Just seeing you smile warms his chest. “Sure. Please don’t do that again.”

He immediately cupped your face with his hands. “I swear. I’ll never let it happen again.” He places another kiss on your lips. Soft and meaningful, before he tugs you with him towards the bed.

“Come. I’ll make sure you feel better.”

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[jeonqkooks]

a little taste | jjk

the one with the stress-relieving lollipop.

[ ‘ a little taste ’ series masterpost ]

pairing: jungkook x f!reader

rating: 18+ (minors dni)

genre/warnings: established relationship, basically pwp!, but a lil fluffy i guess, oral seggs (m. receiving), face fooking, 0.1 second of dirty talk?, what else what else hmmmm oH it's unedited as heck lol

word count: 1.6k

note: nobody look at me after i post smut please i'm just gonna leave this here and dip ⛷ but fr time flies wtf?? it took me almost a year to post the second part of this series what have i been doing lmao. buuuuuuut yeah yk this series is for the horndawgs sOoOoOo have fun lol

— as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

You could tell that something was wrong the minute Jungkook walked through the door. 

From the way the door was shut a little too harshly, the sound of his keys hitting the ceramic bowl in your entryway a little too loudly. The way he came up from behind as you were cooking but his arms held you a little too tightly, like he just needed you to ground him.

He was off all throughout dinner, trying (and failing) to come up with proper responses to your attempts at making conversation.

Even now, as you snuggle up against him on the couch, you can feel the tension radiating off him. He presses absentminded kisses into your hair every now and then, but his arm around you is stiff, his jaw is perpetually clenched, his breathing a little too even like he’s trying to control it. At this point, you’re pretty sure that neither of you is really watching the TV.

“Alright, that’s it,” you say, pushing yourself away from his body to get a good look at his face. “Out with it, what’s wrong?”

Jungkook peers at you, clearly having been broken out of his train of thought. He exhales once, then pulls you back into his side. This time, he keeps you there.

“Nothing’s wrong,” he says, fingers drumming rigidly on your hips. “Just had a shitty day at work. Don’t worry about it.”

You frown slightly, trying to wiggle out of his grip but his strong arm pins you to his body. He squeezes your hips, as if telling you to hold still.

“Wanna talk about it?” you ask.

“No,” he answers, voice somewhat strained. You know he’s just simmering in there, thoughts racing, anxiety spiking.

He tends to keep things to himself because he doesn’t want to bother you with his troubles. But he’s your partner, that’s what he’s supposed to do - talk to you, let it out, work together.

When you huff out a breath, he placates you with, “Maybe in the morning.”

You’re not entirely pleased that he’s shutting you out, but this is just how he is. There’s not much you can do; Jungkook isn’t a talk-about-your-feelings kind of person. Once you remind yourself that he’ll open up when he wants to, you press a comforting kiss to his jaw in response, and he hums in appreciation.

You stay like that for a while, with the TV serving as background noise. You slip your hand under his shirt to trace odd patterns on his abs, like you often do whenever you’re cuddled up against him like this.

It’s innocent, until he does the same to you.

You’re sure he doesn’t mean to start anything, but when his fingers touch your bare skin, you have an instant lightbulb moment.

He kneads your skin like you’re a human stress ball, then loosens his grip when he remembers that you’re not.

Your hand stills on his abdomen. Lightbulb, for sure.

“Want me to make you feel better?” you ask, peeking up at him through your lashes with faux innocence.

Jungkook glances down at you, suspicious. “How?”

“Well…” Your fingers pick up where they left off, tracing his abs for a moment before they trail downward to toy with the waistband of his sweatpants. “You know how.”

He rolls his eyes at you, but his legs unconsciously (or not) spread a little wider. “I’m not even hard,” he says, even as he sinks further into the cushions of the couch, getting into position.

“I think I can fix that,” you mumble, inching closer to his face until your mouths meet. You feel him melting into the kiss, letting you take over him instead of the stress. When his tongue slips into your mouth, your hand palms him through the material of both his sweats and boxers. He rolls his hips against your hand, seeking friction as he gives you a muffled groan. You can still faintly taste the beer he had earlier after dinner. You don’t even like beer, but you love Jungkook.

“Fuck.” He throws his head back, eyes closed, bottom lip held hostage by his teeth. You lean closer to his neck, press a few kisses to the skin you find there while your hand rubs him until he hardens.

It doesn’t take very long before he grows bigger and heavier under your fingers. “Fine,” he rasps out, urging down to the carpeted floor on your knees. “I suppose you may suck my dick.”

You give him a particularly hard squeeze just for that, making him choke on a breath. “You’re not cute,” you say. He only gives you a grin in response before he lifts up his hips to help you shimmy his trousers and boxer down. He doesn’t even bother taking them off properly, just lets them pool around his ankles while he waits for you. His cock stands tall and proud, desperately begging to be touched. All because of you. All for you.

You spit into your hand, then wrap your fingers around him, slowly pumping him until precum leaks from his tip. His hips buck into your grip, silently demanding more. Impatiently, he weaves his fingers into your hair and gently guides your head to where he needs you the most.

“Y/N, c’mon, do something,” Jungkook groans, brows knitted together as he looks down at you. “Isn’t this supposed to be about me?”

“You’re right,” you say with a chuckle. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

You give the tip of his cock a kiss to emphasize your apology before you take him into your mouth, sinking down on him on your first go until he hits the back of your throat. The airy, needy moan that he lets out sounds nothing less than heavenly to your ears. If he doesn’t want to talk about his troubles, then this might as well be the next best thing.

You pull back after holding him there for a few seconds, only to start bobbing up and down his length that’s now slick with your spit, drawing continuous moans from his mouth. It boosts your ego a bit, knowing how good you’re making this gorgeous man feel.

“God, fuck,” Jungkook drawls, as his hand in your hand tightens. “Baby, can I?”

You try to give him a nod as best as you can, what with his cock shoved into your mouth like this. You look up to find him already gazing at you with that fucked out look on his face. He holds your head still, then slowly bucks his hips into your mouth experimentally so you don’t choke on it.

Although, he does want you to choke on it.

Maybe you kinda want to choke on it too.

“Let me know if it’s too much,” he says, voice rough with desire. He’s always so attractive like this, when he sounds like he wants nothing more than to completely ruin you, absolutely delectable yet somehow, still your wonderfully caring Jungkook. Your core clenches painfully around nothing as he thrusts into your mouth, not breaking eye contact even once.

You feel tears pricking every time his cock nudges its way down your throat, until your eyes are all glassy and eventually your cheeks are stained with two clear lines streaming down.

Profanities tumble from his mouth clumsily, breathlessly, that you don’t catch most of what he’s saying.

“Baby,” he keens, and that’s when you notice that his lashes are wet too. Something swells within your chest that’s akin to pride. You could laugh if you weren’t so… preoccupied. Leave it to the both of you to cry during a blowjob.

At one point, it does get a little too much, right when he was almost there. You could tell from the way his stomach clenches and his balls tighten, his teeth digging into his bottom lip in concentration. You have to hold onto his wrist and tap his bare thigh so he could ease up on you. He untangles his fingers from your hair instantly, mumbling an apology while he catches his breath. You pull away from him to inhale deeply and let your throat relax for a minute, but your hand reaches for his length again while your mouth is temporarily out of commission.

He continues to shallowly thrust into your hand as you jerk him off, determined to make him fall right over the edge of pure bliss. Even when he’s about 0.5 second away from blowing his load, Jungkook is still mindful of you. He reaches down to wipe the tears from your face, a touch which you immediately lean into gratefully.

“Fuck, I-I’m gonna come,” he grunts out when you gather more spit from your mouth to add onto his already slickened cock, making it even messier, but easier for you amp up your speed.

“Where do you want it?” you ask, thoroughly enjoying the pleasure etched on his face and the sounds you’re pulling from you.

“M-mouth,” he manages to say. “In your mouth, please.”

At that, you wrap your lips around him again. As your fingers move up and down his length, alternating between fast pumps and harder squeezes, you suck on just the tip like he’s your own Jungkook-flavored lollipop. You hum in appreciation at the taste, eager for what he has to give you.

Your name falls from his lips over and over again, like a mantra, like a cry, until he’s painting your mouth with warmth, overwhelming your tastebuds with your favorite flavor of him. You keep up with your movements until you’re sure that you’ve milked every single drop from him. When you release him from your mouth, he grabs your face and kisses you deeply. He moans, muffled against you, when he finds the residual taste of himself on your tongue.

“Love you,” you tell him, bumping your nose against his.. “Feel better now?”

“Much better,” he says, albeit a little hoarsely after the… vocal training he just received. He grins at you lazily, clearly spent and visibly more relaxed than before. “Love you too, my dream girl.”

— all rights reserved © jeonqkooks. reposting, translating and/or modifying is not permitted by any means. [posted april 2, 2023]

#jungkook x reader #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut #jungkook angst #jungkook x you #jungkook fanfic #jungkook imagines #bts x reader #bts x you #bts fluff #bts smut #bts angst #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bangtanbathhouse #bangtantheatrenet #btshoneyhive #clubzerooclock #52hertz #fic: a little taste

[hotreadingwitch]

Bucky x Reader x Steve - Siberia Pt.1

Content Warnings/Kinks: threesome, non-consensual filming, sex pollen! (as consensual as possible for this trope!), hair pulling, praise kink, degradation, light ball play (just cupping), cum swallowing, oral sex (male receiving)

Siberia Pt.1

The tension stretched tight between Steve, Bucky, and Y/n as they walked together through the murky, dark hallways, trying to get out of the Siberian fortress. 

“We’re going the wrong way, I think we need to—” Bucky suggested softly. 

“Not we aren’t” Y/n Stark snapped, her deadly glare silencing him in an instant. 

“Y/n…” Steve began. 

“Don’t start with me, Rogers” 

Her hackles were up and both of them could tell. And after the information she’d just learned, about the death of her grandparents, they couldn’t blame her. A minute later, the hallway they were walking down suspiciously turned into one large, long cage. They stepped forward tentatively, entering the space. It was then that the large metal door closed behind them, locking them in with a loud click of the bolt. 

“Y/n Stark, Captain Rogers…” an accented voice spoke through an unseen speaker, “…Sergeant Barnes” 

“Zemo” Steve growled quietly. 

The fact that Zemo wasn’t done playing with them yet, made the pit in Y/n’s stomach sink even lower within her. 

“You might think that the information I’ve shown you today is enough to ruin the Avengers forever” he started ominously the speaker, “But I believe what I’m about to film you doing might just be the cherry on top…” 

A yellow substance suddenly flowed into the space, coming from the vents. 

“Cover your mouth” Steve ordered then. 

Both Y/n and Bucky complied, sucking in a quick breath before covering their mouths. Y/n’s eyes watered as the dust overwhelmed the space, filling every corner, even slipping past the bars of the cage into the hall beyond. When she couldn’t hold it any longer, her throat straining for breath, she finally sucked in the mysterious substance. She was almost instantly dizzy, the dust making her thoughts fuzzy. What was happening? Why were they here again? 

“Y/n” Bucky’s voice punctured the haze. 

When her eyes met his, warmth spread from her cheeks down to other places much deeper inside of her. She looked from him to Steve, finding the heavy weight of their betrayal was gone, instead replaced with an intense wave of lust. 

“It’s sex pollen” Bucky strained, his voice tight as if he was struggling to resist what was surely about to happen. 

Y/n sauntered towards Steve, who looked equally worried, placing a soft, expectant hand on his chest. 

“Y/n…” he started. 

“Shh,” she silenced him with a longing kiss on his cheek, “I know what you want, what we all want…Captain” 

She sunk to her knees before him, her hands trailing down his chest until she reached his zipper. 

“Please Y/n” he groaned, his hands instantly gripping the sides of her face as if he couldn’t help it. 

“You don’t have to beg Steve” she chided as she took out his cock from his pants, “Not when I’m happy to give myself, my mouth to you willingly” 

His hand reached down to pull at hers, his jaw clenched, “You don’t really want this…Y/n stop, it’s the pollen”

“I don’t care” she stated plainly though she released him, instead leaning back slightly and opening her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out.

“Fuck—” he groaned at the sight of her wet mouth ready for him, “You’re killing me baby” 

A strong hand then gripped her hair from behind, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail and yanking her head back further so that she was almost looking straight up at the ceiling. Bucky Barnes stood above her, apparently unable to resist the substance as well. 

“If you don’t fuck her mouth now I will” he growled at Steve, his gaze menacing. 

She met his eyes, glaring back at him. She was mad, yes, about the things that he’d done, the murders he’d committed, but that didn’t stop her muddled brain from thinking she needed him burying himself deep inside of her more than she needed oxygen. 

“Please Steve…” she whined, returning her focus to him and opening her mouth even wider, allowing him entrance. 

She moaned onto his tip as he finally slid the first half of his large cock into her mouth, her eyes rolling back at the taste of his salty pre-cum. 

Pulling against Bucky’s tight grip, Y/n slipped her wet mouth up and down Steve’s shaft, swirling her tongue in one teasing motion around his tip every time she reached it. Bucky adjusted, loosening his hold on her slightly so that she could run her tongue underneath Steve, from his base to the very top. 

“So good baby” Steve praised her skill, his hips gyrating with each movement, each flick of her tongue. 

Little by little, she took more and more of him, until her mouth was as full as possible, her throat gagging on him. His deep groans only encouraged her, helping her to push herself onto him, taking one more inch, and stretching her mouth to its maximum. Her mouth was tight and wet around him, and as she bobbed up and down she could tell he was getting close to his release. 

“Keep sucking him doll” Bucky ordered from behind her, his hands still in her hair. 

She moaned onto Steve’s cock, her hazy brain mad at the fact that Bucky commanding her, telling her what to do, completely turned her on. Steve’s hips bucked forward, his short, breathy moans and his body language telling her she was sucking him off perfectly. As she felt him pulsing she bobbed up and down his length, taking him in and out of her slicked mouth, the wet sounds filling the air. 

“Cum for her” Bucky’s husky voice instructed, tugging her head back as she prepared to take Steve’s load. 

When he started to cum she didn’t stop, instead cupping his balls, feeling them in her hands, this final pleasure sending Steve over the edge. 

“Fuckkk” he groaned as he came, his voice low and rumbly. 

Y/n took him as deep as she could, allowing his salty cum to splash and trickle down her throat. She sucked up his shaft, coating him in his own cum before popping off of him to swallow it, not once breaking eye contact with him as she did. Steve panted, his breathing ragged and his eyes dangerous. 

“I can’t believe I almost stopped you” Steve breathed before his hungry lips crashed onto Y/n’s, pulling her up to meet him. 

They moved together as they kissed, stepping backward until the backs of Y/n’s knees hit a shorter surface. She broke away to look back and see a wire-framed bed. The mist of the pollen made it so that none of them considered why exactly it was randomly in the cage. Two sets of strong hands now gripped Y/n as she started to situate herself on the rickety furniture. 

“Ass up doll” 

#fanfiction #oneshot #smut #marvel #marvel smut #marvel fanfic #bucky x reader #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x you #stucky x reader

[linnorabeifong]

I Physically Can’t Get This Idea Out of My Head

How many people actually know Lin got her scars from Su ? I was rewatching the Zafou episodes and I don’t think Lin ever explicitly mentioned Su giving her the scars. So none of the krew knows. So I get why her anger doesn’t look justified to them and why they would pressure her to make up without that context. But I so badly want them to discover it. I want to see their reactions . I want them to see photos of Lin before she was scarred. How would their perceptions of Su and Lin change ? Would they be more empathetic towards Lin ?

Additionally I don’t think Su’s kids know the truth. Opal really loves her aunt I imagine she would be quite angry if she found out and while Lin’s bond with her nephews isn’t explored in the show ( which it should’ve been I want to see her play power disk with Wei and Wing, and praise Huan’s art and have a heart to heart with Baatar) I think they’re also attached to her and would be upset.

Further how about the air kids, Lin seems quite close to them and they’re all very curious. They’ve probably asked her several times before. Did she lie to them to protect her sister ? Does she give up and tell the truth one day ?

How about Kya, Bumi and Izumi ? Were any of them actually there when it all went down ? Did she tell them ? ( I don’t think she would it seems painful for her to talk about ) How would they react to the truth thirty years later?

Also I think Toph has the capacity for empathy. I think she’s ignorant to the full extent of Lin’s injury and that’s why she was so apathetic about it and just wants to move on. She’s blind. She never saw the bandages or saw how deep the scars ran, how large they were but if she did would she have acted differently? I think so. Sure she’s neglectful but she’s not a monster. If she actually felt the scars I think she would’ve comforted her daughter. She would’ve been more mad at Su. In her eyes Lin has a little scratch and Su was an accomplice in a crime. So if course she thinks Lin is overreacting. In her eyes sending Su away for being an accomplice is a crime is proportional to the harm done. She thinks Lin’s anger is just her being a square and normal sibling bickering. If she knew the whole truth maybe she would’ve punished Su more and made her make it up to Lin somehow.

( does she even know that Lin has a scar afterwards? Does anyone mention them in front of her ?)

and Lin would never let anyone touch her scars ever so how is Toph supposed to understand? How can she without feeling them ?

More thoughts about Toph: Raising both of the girls while being blind must’ve been difficult. Think about it she can’t see if their clothes get stained, can’t see if they have a bruise or see if they’re crying. So much of communication and understanding is nonverbal. She misses out on so many social cues and so much visual information. On top of being blind both her and Lin dislike physical affection.So all they really have left is verbal communication and both of them are too emotionally stunted and prone to bottling things up to ever say what they need to. Let’s be honest Toph isn’t a great listener either so she probably doesn’t fully realize/respond to what Lin is trying to say. Lin may be better at writing out or drawing her emotions but Toph wouldn’t be able to read what she wrote or see her visual work. Lin would have to learn braille and sit down and write in it to get her mother to understand which I honestly don’t believe she has the patience or desire to do. Nor do I believe Toph has the patience or desire to sit down and read all of that. ( Does Toph know braille ?) They can’t communicate with each other properly. There are so many barriers. Of course their relationship is strained. While it may not be wholly Toph’s fault it has produced a huge impact on both of her daughters that none of them can address.

An epiphany : LIN IS A SILENT CRIER. She doesn’t sob. Are you following me? Rewatch the Zafou episode if you don’t believe me . Nonverbal - audio communication ( I don’t know if there’s an actual word for this) doesn’t happen between them. Lin isn’t vocally expressive. She doesn’t cry out loud or scream or make any other vocalizations when she is in physical or emotional pain. She may grunt in some of the fight scenes but she isn’t loud. Think about when she got her bending taken. Probably one of the most physically and emotionally painful moments of her entire life. In that scene she didn’t make a single sound. Or the reverse she got her bending restored a huge moment of relief she didn’t laugh or make any other sounds of joy. She just thanked Korra. Lin is silent . Toph can’t hear her.

In conclusion communication is everything and everyone of them needs therapy.

#legend of korra #lin beifong #fan theory #toph beifong

[tsumtsumrry]

request where reader has some kind of severish accident which means her movement is limited (like she has a leg cast and crutches or something) and harry takes time out to visit her in hospital and then care for her at home when she’s released until she’s feeling better and once she feels good again she keeps hinting at wanting to be intimate with him because it’s been so long and she’s missed having him that way and that aspect of their relationship but he’s not picking up on her hints because he doesn’t want to rush her or assume she’s ready before she’s fully recovered but it just makes her feel rejected and sad like he doesn’t want her that way anymore and he sees her as a burden because there’s no proper communication but then when they finally talk about how they’re feeling he’s like omg baby no that’s not it at all of course i’m still attracted to you i love you i just don’t want to pressure you after everything… cut to it ends in fluffy emotional smut and all is well again

lmao sorry this was so long and there’s no punctuation but this was literally a stream of consciousness 😮‍💨

hii thank you so much for the request it was really fun to write <;3

hope you enjoy!

It was completely your fault. 

At least that’s how you felt. The bike ride was supposed to be short and sweet but you ended up in a small ditch with a broken ankle. You felt stupid more than anything. And a little embarrassed. You called Harry with a wobbly voice and shooting pain in your ankle. He raced to your location and took you to the hospital, doted on you endlessly and now that shooting pain has been reduced to a dull ache due to the medication they have you on. 

His hands gently knead your leg and give you a much needed massage to soothe a cramp that’s been building up while you stare at him with loving eyes, “how’s it feeling, baby? Better? Doctor said it would be good to go home with some crutches.” 

You roll your eyes at him and smirk mischievously, “I could’ve gone home days ago, you’re the one that made me stay here to make sure I was alright, Harry.” You chuckle softly and watch closely as he gets up to start to tidy up and collect your things. 

“I just needed to make sure that there wouldn’t be any further damage, angel.” he pleads his case, stopping his gathering for a moment to shoot you a look that you only respond to with a deadpan stare. 

“Whatever you say, Dr. Styles.” 

“Mm. Say that again. S’kinda hot.” your lover smirks at you with that glint in his eyes that only shows up when he says something that he knows will have an effect on you. You giggle and he takes a couple steps towards you, leans down, and gives you a soft kiss. Your hands reach up to tangle in his brown curls, tugging lightly to pull him deeper into the kiss. The faintest of groans leave his lips and it makes a wave of contentment flow through you, you’ve missed him like this. That contentment is very quickly thwarted when Harry pulls away, only to leave you with a quick peck and a smile. You frown softly, but he misses it. 

“All jokes aside though, I’m really glad you’re okay. It could’ve been a lot worse; you know?” He gently takes your chin between his fingers and squeezes softly. You nod and offer him a knowing smile. You know how anxious he gets, especially when it comes to the people he loves most, especially when it comes to you. “And excuse me for my innate nature to protect the girl I love.” he speaks with a sarcastic bite and a faux eye roll that you giggle heartily at. 

“Alright, love.” his voice strains from the weight of you in his arms, “you just lay here and look pretty. I’ll go get your stuff and then we can cuddle.” You were cleared to go home. They sent you off with some crutches and told you that you were good to go.

And that’s basically how the rest of the five weeks in the cast went. You and Harry, alone in your house, with Harry constantly all over you and needing to make sure you were okay. He rarely let you out of his sight unless he had to go to work and you loved it, but seeing him and not being able to really kiss him the way you want to has you a little bummed, and frustrated. You’ve not only missed kissing him, you’ve missed having him. The weight of him on top of you, the praise he always whispers in your ear, the way he feels when he touches you and fucks you like no one else can. You’ve missed all of that. 

And you barely need the crutches anymore! You’ve been walking just fine without them and Harry has been so vocal about being proud of your progress, but still nothing. 

You try to give him hints sometimes but it’s like it completely flies over his head. He’ll just kiss you as if you guys are being watched by the pope and be his normal perfect, “tooth-rottingly” sweet self. 

“Missed you so much, angel.” He had just come back from work, tired, but obviously never too tired for his girl, “d’you need anything? You’ve eaten right?” he mumbles while his face is squished cutely into your arm. 

“Yes, my love. I’ve eaten. Don’t need anything really. Just you.” And that one was obvious, really obvious, you used that tone you normally use with him when he’s fucking you, you have your hands tangled in his hair and make sure to tug lightly enough to where it feels like an accident, you’re wearing his favorite smelling body oil, you’re even dragging your foot across his thigh for god’s sake. What more does he need? He’s usually ready to go with less. 

“Well you’ve got me. Always.” his head shoots up, the curls flopping with it, he grins so happily at you like you aren’t dying from the emptiness of not having him inside you for so long. You might lose it and honestly you can’t even blame yourself for how you’re reacting. He’s just too good to be without it for this long. And you can’t figure out why he doesn’t seem to want to give you what you need. That’s always been his promise after all, that he was going to give me what you needed, always. 

So, what in the world is going on now? 

It’s been another two weeks. Still no moves from Harry and still seventeen million moves from you (a day). You’re beginning to think that he’s doing it on purpose, and that, that is a dangerous thought. You’re the biggest overthinker you know, and now that the seed is planted in your head that Harry is avoiding your attempts at being intimate with him, it’s spiraling out of control. There’s a big ball of emotion in the pit of your stomach that’s making you feel like shit and you really don’t like the feeling. 

You decide to go downstairs and find him, hoping to just talk it out. The whole way down the stairs you’re convincing yourself that it’s all just a big misunderstanding or miscommunication, but your brain is working overtime to convince you that you're being avoided on purpose. 

When you hit the last step, you immediately see him, in all his glory. His back is turned to you and he’s wearing a tight black shirt that showcases every muscle in his back and arms. It honestly makes your mouth water. You walk up closer to him when you realize he’s on the phone and your walking slows so you can be quieter. Your hands reach up to touch his shoulder and finally get some of that physical contact you’ve been craving. He puts his hand on yours for a second but then slightly shrugs your hand off of his shoulder. Your heart drops. 

Now, normally, you would’ve found it funny, or just chalk it up to him doing something important, or being in a bad mood, but there was only one word running through your head now. 

Burden. 

Burden. 

Burden. 

The extreme fear you have of feeling unwanted manifests in many different ways. You stumble back from him, while he doesn’t even notice the pain on your face, and you slowly retreat to your room. As soon as you get upstairs, and onto your bed, the waterworks start. You feel so incredibly dramatic but it hurts so much to feel like the only person you want around doesn’t feel the same way you do. 

It’s a couple dozen minutes of crying before you hear his heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. Your door opens a couple moments later and Harry comes in it. The first thing he heard, which stopped him in his tracks, was a sniffle. And then he saw you crying. His heart drops. 

“Hey, hey hey. What’s going on?” he rushes over to you with his gentle voice, immediately crouching down to level with where you’re laying on the bed. “Is it hurting, baby? Tell me what’s wrong.” 

And he tries to convince you to tell him, for way longer than he should’ve, lots and lots of coaxing, and when you finally told him, it may have been in the least liked way that you were imagining. 

“Why won’t you touch me?!” you blurt out, frustration clear as day in your voice. Harry leans back slightly at the shock of your admission. 

“Why won’t I…touch you? I–babe what are you talking about?” 

“I’ve been trying everything I know of to get you to realize I just need you so badly, but it feels like you’ve been ignoring it. Like you just don’t want to be intimate with me and it feels like I’m a burden or something. I hate feeling like I’m bothering you.” 

Harry has a permanent frown on his face when you speak, looking directly into your eyes, following your every move. 

After your short rant he looks at you for a moment, he looks away as if he’s in thought, he sighs almost as if he’s relieved, then you watch him…laugh?

“I cannot believe,” he starts, immediately getting up from his crouched position to stand and tower over you. “I cannot believe that you could ever think that I don’t wanna be close to you, or make you feel good, or make you come the way only I can.” his eyes have changed from soft and concerned to intense, but with that familiar glint. 

“You really think I’d ever deprive myself of being in between those gorgeous thighs, baby? Really?” his hand softly grazes against your thigh, almost as if to prove his point. Your eyes flutter shut at the faint touch. Finally, you think. 

“I’ve only been worried about your ankle.  I just wanted to make sure everything was alright before we did anything. You hurt yourself pretty badly baby, didn’t wanna pressure you.” 

“Jesus, H. Seriously? I was worried–” you’re cut off when he kisses you deeply, his hand coming up to loosely wrap around your throat. You moan into the kiss and he groans deeply, moving himself so he’s on top of you. 

“Thought I taught you better than you not using your words, pretty.” he rasps, his tone soft but condescending. You whimper softly at his words, as he spreads your legs to fit himself between them, rocking his hips to grind himself against you. “Hm? Use your words, baby. You have to tell me what you want.” 

That slow grinding is making your mind go fuzzy, it’s been so long and you already feel dizzy with pleasure. “Need to be close. Need you to fuck me.” you mumble. You already feel closer than you have in a long time. The way you’re staying directly into his moss green eyes as his entire body flexes with his movements, the way you can feel his soft pants against your skin. 

“Yeah?” and he wastes no time. He kisses down your body slowly, like he’s worshiping you, and makes his way down between your thighs. He spreads you apart slowly like if he wants to savor every moment and when he finally gives you what you want, he gives and gives and gives. 

And you just have to sit there and take it while he’s fucking you with his perfect mouth like that, getting his face and your thighs all messy with your arousal, moaning as if he’s the one getting pleasure from it, making you come twice on his tongue despite your squirming and whimpers. 

“Have no idea how much I missed your perfect cunt, baby. No idea.” 

And when you tried your very best to pull away due to the overstimulation, he tightens his arms around your waist and tugged you back to him harshly with a gruff, “M’not done. Need more.” 

And god if you didn’t just die right then. 

When he fucked you, it was slow. And you could definitely tell that he missed you just as much as you missed him. Deep and slow strokes that brought the most beautiful sounds out of both of you and had his breath stuttering and eyes fluttering shut. 

“You’re so perfect, so wet for me.” he moans softly. Suddenly his eyes open and his brows pull together when he looks down at you, he almost looks…sad. 

“Don’t you ever think that I don’t want you like this again, do you understand me?” He punctuates his words with a very purposeful thrust that rubs right against the spot that makes you shake. “I could never be not attracted to you. Never. You’re the only person that has me this fucking gone. How do you not see what you do to me?” 

He reassures you the whole time, whispering those praises you missed so much in your ear ang touching you exactly the way he knows you like. 

“You’re so fucking good for me, angel. Squeezing me so tight, you missed me hm?” 

“Wanna come for me? Is my needy girl gonna soak my cock? Go ahead baby.” 

“That’s my girl. Fuck I’ve missed how you feel when you come around my cock like that.” 

And when you both finish, he’s extra cuddly. You guys are bundled up in the blankets and it feels like if he were to crawl in your skin it still wouldn’t be enough to satisfy him. 

“God I missed you.” he breathes out contentedly.

“Missed you too, H. So much.” 

“Also you smell really good, is that my favorite body oil?” he questions with the most adorable smile on his face. 

“Now you notice?” you giggle and roll your eyes; he has a confused pout on his face, and you just cuddle up closer to him and let your eyes fall shut.

#harry styles blurb #harry styles fic #harry styles smut #harry styles angst #harry styles fluff #harry styles x reader #harry styles writing #new #h's video diary

[grandlinedreams]

I don’t know if you’ve done something like this before..but could maybe write about a time where reader took care of zoro and then one where he took care of you??

Thank you!!!

Absolutely I can do that for you!! Idk abt anyone else but the softness of taking care of someone when they're sick/hurt,,oof

[Heads up!: fluff, tiny bit of angst, Zoro being Zoro, mention of injuries, mention of being sick]

"Hold still."

Zoro tries to do as you ask, though the tickle of thread pulled through his skin makes him twitch, and he grunts when you swat at his upper arm. "What was that for?"

"I said hold still!"

"I'm trying, damn it!" Zoro huffs, brow furrowed as he does his best not to move any further. "Don't understand why you're the one doin' this anyways."

"Because Chopper is busy taking care of Luffy and Sanji," you explain, holding the black thread taut and snipping it. "And you were already injured, but you popped your stitches." You pause. "Would you rather I let you bleed to death?"

"Guess not."

You pause, raising an eyebrow. "You guess? That's not much of an answer, Zoro." Your expression softens. "Try not to get torn up too many times, okay? I worry about you."

"Don't have to," Zoro grumbles, then studies your handiwork of neat stitches rather the bleeding, ragged mess it'd been when he popped them. "Thanks, I guess."

"No problem." He listens to the click of the first aid kit, the shadow that falls over him as you stand. "Guess I owe you one."

"Not at all." You know he'll probably want to take a nap, and you prepare to take your leave before you glance at him. "We're crewmates, Zoro. We look out for each other."

"Yeah, fair point."

You watch as he leans back, mindful of the fold of his arms behind him as he closes his eyes. You wish you could do as he does, though you understand why he has the knack for sleeping anywhere.

Still, you smile. "Sleep well, Zoro."

ㅡ

You're burning up.

It'd been bad luck to get caught in a bout of nasty weather, the sudden switch from bright and sunny to cold and rainy coming with very little warning, even with Nami's skills.

You'd been busy making sure that the Sunny wasn't battered too badly by the swell of waves and fixing things that'd been shifted with the violent rocking to change clothes ㅡ and now you're paying for it.

Though Chopper had diagnosed it as nothing to be too worried about, Zoro still doesn't like the flush to your cheeks and heat that radiates from your forehead, your breathing strained and uneven.

So he takes it upon himself to keep an eye on you. If anyone asks, it's because his normal spots to nap have lost their appeal at the moment ㅡ but if the look Robin gives him is any indication, she at least knows there's more to it.

Zoro is far from a perfect caretaker, but he tries. He soaks a rag in cold water, squeezes it, then settles it on your forehead, hoping to bring your fever down. When it dries out, he repeats the process.

You drift in and out of fevered sleep, and he listens to the little mumbles ㅡ often of your crewmates, including him. He wonders what you're dreaming about that includes him ㅡ and if it's good.

He highly doubts that it's much in part to him, but he's still pleased when you finally wake enough to want food ㅡ and he goes to get it for you before you can protest.

"Don't need you gettin' everyone else sick," he tells you when he returns with a bowl of soup. (He hadn't even threatened to chuck it at Sanji, who'd been surprised at the lack of verbal barb from the swordsman.)

"What about you?"

He scoffs. "I don't get sick."

The look you give him says you're far from believing that, but you turn your attention to the soup instead. Managing to get at least half of it down, you let Zoro finish the rest of it. (Much as he hates that stupid cook, he does make good food.)

"Thank-you for looking after me." Zoro watches as you sink back down into the heavy mess of blankets, likes to think that there's a little more healthy color to your face.

"Yeah, yeah." He looks away. "It's like you said. We're crewmates, we gotta look out for each other." You stare at him, and he huffs. "Right?"

Your expression softens. "Right."

(You get better after another day or two. And when Zoro does actually catch what you had, you're the one who offers to take care of him.)

#ㅡmine. #one piece scenario #one piece x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #zoro x reader #ㅡanswered. #anonymous #–ml: zoro.

[rodolfoparras]

What about the first time with Eddie? 👉👈

I imagine he’s a bit hesitant at first, but once you get into it he’s a lot more vocal and enthusiastic, even tries riding you

Nothing Compares

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x Top Male reader

Content tags: 18+, MINORS DNI, anal fingering, riding, rimming, porn with feelings

A/n: pls excuse any mistake and ooc moments, I redid a huge part of it earlier today and I have been kind of working on this for days so I’ve become blind to the smaller details rip anyway than u sm for your request and I hope you enjoy it! (Also look at that banner I’m so proud)

“You know,” you begin, voice ever so gentle as you caress his bare skin “we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, I’m perfectly fine with just kissing or watching movies or whatever you’d want to do instead”

“I want to,” he says, tone firm and eyes full of confidence. “You’ve done so much for me, for my son, for us, I trust you,” he says before gently cupping your face and kissing your lips.

He only pulls back far enough to rest his forehead onto yours, noses brushing together as he once again repeats his words “I trust you,”

You look at him, eyes filled with tears before you blink them back and kiss him firmly on the lips

“I love you so much” you say in between kisses, feeling a flood of emotion bubbling up in your gut when you hear him giggle.

“I love you too” There’s a soft smile on his face as he meets your gaze, eyes swirling with emotion that you’re sure can be found in your own irises.

He says one last thing before he allows you to strip the clothes off the two of you.

“Just….you know.. go easy on me” he says, teeth nervously nibbling on his bottom lip.

“Always”

Eddie’s sprawled out on your bed, legs spread apart and knees tucked into his chest.

From where you lay you can see his dark locks splayed out onto his pillow case.

As you drag your gaze along his throat, you see the way his St. Christopher necklace spills onto his collarbones and the way it glimmers from where the light hits it.

You continue to trail your gaze down the valley of his peck and onto his abdomen where his hard cock lays.

Eventually your eyes land upon puckered hole, and you can’t help the thought that occurs.

Beautiful, so beautiful, you think to yourself before you swipe your tongue along the cleft of Eddie’s ass, eyes peering up at him to see the way his head lolls back, and he lets out a gasp. “Oh- oh God”

“You alright?” You say, voice sounding breathy and strained.

“Yes,yes I’m good, just- just keep going” he says voice sounding just as breathy and strained.

You deliver another broad stroke with your wet tongue before slowly circling his puckered hole, feeling his heels dig into your back as he claws at the mattress.

“Ah fuck!” He cries out, and lifts his head to meet your gaze. “Don’t- don’t tease please “

You only hum in response, before slowly working your tongue into the tight ring of muscles.

“God oh god! ” Eddie cries out, head trashing side to side, as his heels dig further down into your back.

Drool’s dribbling down the cleft of his ass, eager finger leaving marks on his skin and his musky scent engulfs your senses as you continue to lick into him.

Slowly but surely the tight channel becomes ever so unresisting under your tongue , and with each swipe, Eddie seems closer to losing his mind

“More, more more please i need more,” he sobs out, hands frantically clawing at the mattress.

But instead of doing as he says, you stop and pull away, leaving him looking absolutely bewildered. “No, no, no, why did you stop?!“

“Shh, sweetheart, I won’t leave you hanging, you know I won’t” you say, as you kiss his thighs in reassurance “Would you mind getting the lube for me? It’s on the drawer to the left”

You can’t help but smile at the way he almost jumps up to get the bottle, hair in complete disarray and sheets clinging onto his limbs, even almost falling face first onto the floor when he rolls back onto the bed.

You take the bottle from him, a small thanks slipping past your lips as you pour a generous amount into the palm of your hand “You still okay? We can stop at any moment” you say while warming the lube up between your fingers.

“No please don’t stop” he says almost too quickly and you can’t help but chuckle at his eagerness.

Your hands find his legs again, propping them up and tucking his knees into his chest before your finger finds his rim, and gently circle it.

Eddie’s eyes flutter shut, body relaxing into the sheets as a breathy sigh escapes his lips.

“Mm that’s - that’s really nice” he says, voice slightly cracking as he speaks and you can’t help the endeared smile on your face as you look down at him.

Cute

You continue circling his puckered hole, relaxing the muscle as much as possible before sliding the tip of your finger inside him.

Immediately you feel goosebumps raise on his skin where you’re resting your hand on him , body slightly tensing as a shaky breath escapes his lips

“You okay?” You ask, stopping your movements complety to look up at him.

“Mm just- just- go slow yeah?,” he says body still tense as he runs a shaky hand through his hair.

“Of course“you say as before you gently work the tight ring of muscles, eyes glued to his and gauging his reaction.

He continues to take deep breathes, eyes squeezed shut and hands clinging onto the mattress but as soon as you’re down to the second knuckle of your index finger you hear soft moan rolling off of his lips “Mm ah- just just - just like that ”

“Feels good?” You ask as you you continuously massage the wall of nerves under your fingertips.

He looks down at you, eyes half lidded, and mouth agape while nodding his head “So so good, keep going please”

Slowly but surely you work a second finger into him, altering between grazing the wall of nerves and scissoring your fingers.

“Oh, oh god, please, please please” he whines out, almost grinding down onto your hand.

“Just wait a bit, yeah? I promised I’d take care of you didn’t I? Just let me do so yeah? I’ll take such good care of you I promise” You say while continuously moving your fingers inside him.

He almost wants to protest but agrees anyway, body relaxing into the sheets as he allows you to whatever you want with him

“Good boy” you coo before working a third finger inside of him, drawing more moans out of him and watching the way precum pools on his abdomen.

Eventually the last bit of patience trickles out of Eddie, body thrashing under your grip as pleas continuously tumble past his lips “Come on come on come on im ready please just please fuck me” he whines out, arm thrown over his eyes as his heels dig into your back.

You chuckle at his eagerness but gently slide your fingers out of him, watching the way he winces before a look of anticipation makes its way on his face.

You make quick work of getting the condom and the bottle of lube from earlier, pulse roaring in your ears as you shuffle closer to him, and hands shaking as you roll the condom onto your dick. But you stop completely in your step, hearing yourself take a shaky breath as you take in the sight of the man sprawled out your bed.

“Maybe I need a moment “ you say more to yourself, letting out a laugh before resting your head onto one of his thighs.

He chuckles at that, before you feel his hand trace soothing patterns onto your back. “Take your time” he says, sounding playful but endeared as well.

There’s a moment where the only sound that can be heard is the fluttering from the fan, along with the random assortment of noises coming from outside the window.

His hand is a welcome weight on your body, skin ever so warm as it presses against your cheek and slowly but surely you feel the tension bleeding out your body.

You slowly raise your head to meet his gaze, and as you do you see the way he’s nibbling on his lip while his eyes shift around the room as if preparing himself to ask you something.

“Hey hey hey, is something the matter?” You say with a confused look on your face while giving a gently squeeze to his leg.

Eddie shifts on the bed, Adam’s apple bobbing as he nervously swallows before he finally says something.

“Can I ,, I mean I’d like to you know…ride you,” he says, before he turns his gaze away, teeth sinking into his bottom lip and nervously nibbling on it again.

You blink at him in surprise, before you let out a groan, loud enough to slightly startle the other man.

“Good god Eddie you’re going to be the death of me” you say head burying back into his leg. You immediately feel the tension bleed out his body as a laugh tumbles past his lips.

“So is that a yes?” He says, still sounding a bit bashful while tracing random patterns onto your skin.

“Fuck, yeah, yeah that’s okay with me how do you want me?” you say as you scurry to get off of him.

“Eager” he teases, seemingly much more relaxed now. “Lay down on your back,” he says while gesturing for you to lay down where the headboard is.

“You don’t even know,” you say in response to his comment, not even wasting a second before you lay sprawled out on the bed with a pillow under your head.

He easily straddles your waist, hands resting on your chest to brace himself.

The unsure look bleeds back onto his face, hands fiddling on your chest as he chews on his bottom lip again.

“Eddie,” you say tone as firm as your grip on his hips. “I’m not expecting anything show stopping here. It’s just me and you spending some time together like we always do, just with a little less clothes on” you say with a chuckle but squeezing his hips to bring home your point. “And like I said if you’re not sure about this yet we can just do something else,” you say with a gentle smile on your face, hand reaching out to brush away the hair from his eyes.

He’s quiet for a moment, eyes following your hand before he grabs ahold of your wrist, voice as firms as his hold when he speaks “I want to but,” he pauses, and harshly swallows before he speaks again “I’m -you know uh new to this so please bear with me,” he says before he lines your tip up with his hole, and slowly pushes it past his puckered rim.

“Jesus christ!,” you grunt out, feeling as if your breath’s been punched out of your lungs.

Eddie takes a shaky breath, hands adjusting on your chest as he continues to lower himself.

“You alright?” You say through a strained breath, thumb gently caressing his hip.

“Yeah” he manges to say, brows pinched together and mouth agape as he continues to lower himself.

“Just like that baby, keep going, you can do it, I know you can” you say through gritted teeth, eyes fluttering shut and doing your best not to buck up into him.

Finally he bottoms out, your balls now firmly pressed against his ass, and he lets out a mewls at the feeling of being so stretched out around your cock.

“You alright?” Eddie asks you, throwing his words back to you, with a shaky smiles on his face while adjusting his hands on your chest.

“Jesus Christ, i'm more than alright, feels - ah feels so so good baby, you don’t even know how good you’re making me feel '' you say between labored breaths, thumb gently caressing his hip again “What about you, pretty ? How do you feel?”

“Feels, feels ah so full” he mewls out while experimentally rocking his hips.

“Ah fuck!” You cry out, head lolling back as you slightly buck up “dont- don’t think I’ll be able to last long- already- already feels so fucking good”

Eddie slowly starts picking his hips up, working himself up your cock only to slam himself back down again”Ah- ah God!” Eddie gasps out, back arching when he gets the angle just right.

“Fuck just like that Eddie, fuck yourself on my cock,” you grunt out, eyes fluttering shut as you buck up to meet his thrusts.

Slowly but surely he becomes more confident, his movements becoming much more pronounced as he loses himself in pleasure.

“Feels so so good” he moans out, head lolling back, moving so fast he’s basically bouncing on your lap.

Once again you can’t help but admire him, from the way his dark locks stick to his forehead, to the way his St. Christopher's necklaces dangles over your face, even in the way his defined abdomen glistens from the precum that’s smeared all over it.

“Close so close please” he moans out, and those words manage to snap you out of your daze as your hands tighten on his hips while bucking up into him again.

“Come on pretty you can do it, I know you can. Make yourself cum on my cock just like I know you can” you say before wrapping one hand around his dick and stroking him, that’s all it takes for him to starts unraveling, coming with a cry and spurting ropes of cum on both your abdomens, with you tightly following close by.

Once the two of you clean up and get back into bed, a comfortable silence falls over you as you bask in each other’s presence.

Suddenly Eddie bursts out laughing and as you meet his gaze, you burst out laughing as well.

“Fuck I love you,” you say through a breathy laugh before you pull the sheets over the two of you.

“Love you too,” he says as he places a kiss to your chest, before his eyes flutter shut and his breathing slows down.

Nothing compares to this, you think to yourself before you drift of to dreamland.

#first of all I’m so sorry for the wait also the first draft of this was like 4K Jesus and this one’s 2.5 anyway man thank u for reading this #anyways pls don’t hate this bye djdjdjdjfj #Eddie Diaz #Eddie Diaz x reader #Eddie Diaz x male reader #Eddie Diaz imagine #911 imagine #x male reader #911 fox imagines #x male! reader #top male reader #bottom male character #idk what tags to use I’m just hoping Eddie lovers find it #also kind of idk weird that one of my fav writers is requesting from me I’m still processing the fact that so many ppl have found my blog #and enjoy my writing lord djdjdjfj