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v3nusxsky · 1 year
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Hiya! Can I ask for a smutty lady lesso x reader w r being a brat and lady lesso punishing them in her office maybe with spanking/edging/denial and then making them kneel beside her desk w a vibrator in them while she works and they're not allowed to move/make noises? The idea's been making my brain go brrr
Hey anon! I had so much fun with this one :) I hope you enjoy
Pretty pet 18+
*Authors note| I feel like this was just such a joy to write, words just flew together instantly. I hope you all enjoy it*
Trigger warning~ brat r dom l spanking, edging, orgasm denial, degradation overstimulation praise mistress kink
Prompt~see ask
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It was obvious in your relationship who was the dominant one of your relationship. After all, she alluded dominance in every aspect of her life. You were on the shyer side of the scale, but with her? Well that's when the inner brat came out to play. The confidence you had in these moments was truly an adrenaline rush, and you knew that Lesso absolutely adored putting you back in her place. As her submissive you had rules, not overly strict but easily breakable if you truly desired it. As her girlfriend, you were doted on and showered with affection at any opportunity. The perfect balance in both of your opinions.
Today you were feeling rather frustrated and being her good girl just wouldn't cut it today. You started your plan with a teasing outfit, showing just enough to cause a reaction but not completely inappropriate for the lessons you were teaching today. The next was the flirty words you'd whisper in her ear as you moved past her. When it came to meals, you sat next to her trailing a teasing hand up and down her thigh discreetly of course. But you decided that you needed to go further. So when you had a free lesson you snuck away to your chambers to record yourself with the intention of sending it to her.
Lesso had been looking for you in your class room but being unsuccessful she made her way to your chambers. She heard then most deliciously familiar noises that were for her ears only, a smirk gracing her lips as she slammed the door open startling you. "Just what do you think your doing pet?"she purred coming closer observing the way she had found you, clothed but clearly your hands were busy working on your chest and trailing your thighs. Mind made up she took you by the hand and led you to her office. This was unusual, not a word was spoken between you both and you could feel your arousal grow at what was to come.
Your body slammed into the door, effectively shutting it with the loud slamming noise echoing off the walls. Her lips instantly found yours in a rough and dominating kiss, the kind of kiss that makes your brain fuzzy and your toes curl. With a nip to your bottom lip she growled against the shell of your ear, "you're such a whore that you couldn't even ask for what you wanted. No, you had to go and be a brat. You know what I do to brats don't you pretty one?" Before tracing your ear with her tongue and nipping at your lobe. Your nod in response seemed to add to the frustration the older women felt,  her hand found yours pulling you over to her desk and leaning you over it. "Safe word?" She commanded watching as you squeezed your thighs together in anticipation. "Dove" you confirmed and gasped as your dress was hiked up above your hips, exposing your perfectly round globes to her.
Without a warning, she brought her hand down against your ass in quick succession. "Count dirty girl" was purred against your ear as more hits found their way to your ass. By the time she had finished it was a nice shade of rosy pink. Your arousal now soaked your underwear. "Colour?" She whispered to you in which you moaned out as she stroked your abused flesh, "green mistress!"
It didn't take long for Leonora to settle on her chair and spin you to come straddle her thigh. When your centre made contact with her tensed thigh you let out an uncontrollable whine.  A tap on your hips signalled you could now start to rock your hips against her. She captured your lips with hers and allowed her hands to fondle your chest without removing the barrier. You were driven by the need you felt as you continued to rut against her. She allowed you to bring yourself to the edge on her thigh. Only when you were ready to call she removed her thigh from you, a desperate whine in protest escaped you before you could stop it. A sharp slap to your thigh was your reminder along with the words "naughty girls don't get to complain, take what you're given." In her stern dominant voice.
You were desperate for her to touch you. This is torture and she knew it. So when she began to strip you of your clothing, you couldn't help by sign in relief until you were now bare and at her mercy. When you saw the slender fingers of your lover reaching in her draw of her desk, searching for a very specific item. When she found it a smirk found it's way back on her lips. Her eyes devouring you as if you were prey. A shiver ran down your body as though someone was walking over your grave due to her intense gaze.
Lesso expertly inserted the vibrator between your legs. She revealed in the gasp you let free as she turned it on. "Be a good slut and kneel" she commanded pointing to the spot next to her chair. The vibrations were ruthless and continuous, bringing you closer and closer to the edge every time before she would shut it off and continue with her work. Only when she could tell you'd calmed enough would she pressed the button starting the toy back up again. You lost count how many times she did this, but it didn't stop till her stack of paper work was completed. Desperate pleas and whines were tumbling freely now, and she knew you were beginning to reach that limit, you just need a little more. She was more than happy to provide it for you.
The toy was removed and you once again found yourself bent over the desk, fingers clawing at the wood in an attempt to keep still. Her long slender fingers entered your cunt that was leaking with need. Her moan at the feeling only spurring on your need to cum. Her fingers worked tirelessly thrusting fast and hard even adding a simple curl of the fingers to hit that spot that drove you wild. "Please god mistress please I'm gonna" you mewled out, powerless to stop the assault on your sensitive core. "Cum for me pretty" was all you needed to hear followed by a deliciously painful bite to your collarbone. You tumbled over the edge screaming for your lover as she continued her quest. You were unsure if you were coming down still or building to the next orgasm but you didn't care. It felt good and all you could do is whimper and whine for the older women to keep going.
Suddenly her fingers were removed leaving you feeling empty and shaking against the desk. She sunk to her knees and you felt her talented tongue exploring your cunt. You whined too sensitive for another but she didn't stop she continued, you lay powerless and out of breath allowing her to do as she pleased with you. She brought you over the edge and back down and even gently cleaned you up before coming to gather your spent body in her arms.
"You did so good for me pretty one" she murmured with kisses being pressed to the crown of your head. You snuggled up against her body absorbing her natural body heat. There in that moment sleep claimed you. Once you had completely sparked out Lesso stood with you in her arms and carried you to the her bedroom allowing you to rest in comfort.
Word count~ 1379
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x-authorship-x · 9 months
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Alright, so basically the idea was for a The Arcana AU with Shisui as the MC
The Arcana is a mobile otome game where the MC (who is the player, with customizable pronouns and name) is the apprentice of a famous magician, and the story is about MC getting contacted by the countess of the city where they live to help her shed light over her husband's death and, long story short, during the whole game we as the MC will come to find out lots of stuff (and eventually end up with one of the 6 dateable characters, but that's secondary to the story) and the game's called The Arcana because throughout the story we'll have to work either with or against the Major Arcana from a Tarot deck (and there's an upright and a reversed ending for each of the 6 dateable characters, for a total of 12 endings, depending on which dialog and action options you choose)
I will get more detailed, but I will warn you (and your followers) that there will be some spoilers about the story, so if you don't want to publish the spoilers or don't want to read them it's alright and I apologize if that's the case (and, of course, if that's the case then stop reading here)
Anyway
Basically I would put Shisui as the MC for a few reasons, one of which being that throughout the story we find out that the MC died and the famous magician brought them back to life with the help of a ritual, and I think that fits with Shisui a lot (and also the MC doesn't remember that so the angst of Shisui finding out he should be dead?? Priceless)
The magician could either be someone like Itachi (losing his only friend would be devastating and finding out that he could bring Shisui back? ... I could see Itachi doing that) or maybe someone like Inoichi who wants his son student back, or maybe someone like Obito if we put him as Shisui's big brother
Right now I'm mostly basing myself off of the og characters in the game but without the romance part (so that I can put whoever I want in place of everyone without worrying lol), however since this is an AU it can be changed and tweaked as much as we want so- lmao
Anyway. There's also other characters ofc, for examples the magician has a friend who lives in the woods and wants to be left alone, he used to be a gladiator forced to fight by the late count but hated it and now has even had a magical spell put on him so that people forget about him shortly after meeting him unless he wants them to remember, and honestly I think that could be perfect for someone like Kakashi? Just off living in the forest and doing his own thing with his pack of dogs
The count (who while is dateable in his own route is a complete asshole in every other route) is definitely someone like Danzō in my mind, since throughout the story we find out that the ritual the magician used to bring MC back to life was initially made to give a new and healthy body to the sick count who is terrible at his count job, cares only about himself and the riches he can get his hands on and doesn't care if anyone around him dies as long as he stays healthy, rich and in power (and maybe Danzō wouldn't care about the rich part, but staying strong and in power and able to command people? I could see it...)
The countess could definitely be Tsunade. Maybe instead of being countess by marriage (because if the count is Danzō then eugh) she could have been able to take the place after Danzō's death? And also the countess in the game has a servant/right-hand woman who would be perfect as Shizune ngl, but also maybe Orochimaru as the count and Tsunade married him in the hopes of changing the city for the better... Both ideas sound good ngl
The last of the main 6 (7 with MC) is an ex plague doctor who used to work a lot during a big plague that basically decimated the city (during which the MC dies, something like 4 years before the start of the game and the MC has been brought back like 3 years before the start, so around a year after they died) and I could see either Kabuto as the doctor (but like, pre-Shippuden Kabuto lmao) or maybe even better Sakura
There's also various "villains" (some are actively trying to kill MC during the story and some are just... In the wrong place at the wrong time and don't want to cause us any harm) like for example an inhuman being who disguises themselves as a doctor who loves to experiment on humans and watch them die who I honestly think would be perfect for Orochimaru or fourth war Kabuto (when he's all ugly and snake-y and an asshole), but other than them (the doctor character uses they/them pronouns) all the others are way less important and we could put, like, the entirety of the Akatsuki if we want to
And maybe instead of the Major Arcana there could be the nine (maybe ten if we count the Ten-Tails) Tailed Beasts? Throughout the story in the game the MC has to get help from the Major Arcana because the count is trying to either release the Devil onto the mortal world (in some routes) or become the Devil himself (in other routes) and every character we meet in the story is tied to one of the 22 Major Arcana and only with the help of the actual Arcana, not the human character tied to them, can the MC stop them before it's too late
Anyway. The idea is pretty much in general? Like, yes, I could see certain Naruto characters in place of the game characters but I wouldn't know where to start for an actual plot (or at least one that isn't just a step-by-step re-telling of the og game's plot) and Idk if you'll find the idea interesting (obv knowing the game might help bc my explanation alone might be confusing and/or lacking more informations) but I'm sending this to you anyway
And also I'm so so sorry for how long this is
This is a feat of an ask! Honestly playing around and assigning characters and imagining a story is often just as, if not more, satisfying than actually writing, this is such a colourful idea and I am so on board for the Narutoverse characters you've assigned across the board, especially Kakashi sounds so cool! Even if this story goes 'nowhere', it sounds really interesting and dynamic so big kudos to your imagination, Anon! If you ever get around to writing it, please do let us all know ✨😉
Have a good one, Anon! Thanks for sharing~
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12romy · 8 months
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https://archiveofourown.org/chapters/125533495?show_comments=true&view_full_work=false#comment_686641474
I feel like my writersblock is gone at the moment and I'm so full of productivity that I pop up with two fics in one week.
This is actually kind of like the brocedes one I told you about but not quite it either but it was so much fun to write it.
OH THIS IS THE BEST!!! I just loved it anon, incredible work!!! I just love this fic format x)
Another fic you guys should check out, it's amazing!!!
Thanks anon for sending me the link, I can't wait for your next work ❤️❤️❤️
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mxbbadperson · 10 months
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"Neon-chan, why do I have to be naked under my DGP jacket?" Keiwa questioned as he stripped naked in front of the youtuber.
"Because its hot?" Neon offered with a grin.
"How is me being tied up, nude under my jacket, hot?" Keiwa adjusted his jacket in a way that he's comfortable while wearing it.
"Trust me, it's hot." Neon grinned as she climbed on top of the bed and beckoned for Keiwa to lie on the bed.
"Fine, I'll take your word for it."
Keiwa lied on the bed as Neon worked on fastening Keiwa's limbs to the restraints on the bed's headboard and foot rest. She then placed a blindfold on him before she started attacking his mouth with her's.
A few moments passed, Keiwa's jacket has been undone exposing his toned torso as Neon played with his nipples.
Ace then walked inside the Desire Salon and went straight to the bed where Neon was playing with Keiwa and the undefeated champion began caressing the still-clothed sex organ under Keiwa's trousers.
"A-aaah, i-is that Ace?" Keiwa managed to moan.
"Nuh-uh, no talking."
Neon stopped Keiwa from talking any further by blocking his mouth with hers.
Ace gave a smirk as he began to feel the member harden under his touch.
"I don't want to have to gag you." Neon grinned as she flicked his nipple garnerning a whimpered moan from the restrained man.
More time passed and Keiwa's trousers were on his ankles with his jacket fully open exposing his entire body.
Without as much of a warning, Ace rode Keiwa's Rider Mashin then began moving his hips in any direction.
Keiwa's only response was to moan, moan, and moan. He frankly did not care who was riding him but it just felt good.
"Keiwa-kun, please lick me down there."
After that simple request, Neon mounted Keiwa's head as she grinded her hips against Keiwa's tongue and mouth.
A few moments passed, and Sara went inside the Desire Salon, naked save for the strap-on she's wearing. She immediately stood between Ace and Neon and gestured for them to suck her potruding dildo, which the both of them obliged.
After some time, Sara went behind Ace, and began prepping her dildo with her own saliva before she primed Keiwa's entrance with her saliva-coated fingers.
"Wha- what's going on? Nee-chan?"
"Keiwa-kun, stop talking and continue licking." Neon huffed from the interrupted pleasure.
As soon as Keiwa's backside has been properly lubed, she easily inserted her dildo inside Keiwa's entrance and began to thrust her hips, illiiciting a moan from her brother.
Sara wasn't done, from behind Ace, who was riding Keiwa like a Rider Mashin, she grabbed hold of Ace's own Rider Mashin, and stroked it.
Ace tried his best not to moan but the pleasure was too much that started moaning.
To silence the star, Sara locked lips with Ace but she continued stroking his already hard organ.
Neon got a great idea before she bent over and placed Ace's hardened Mashin inside her mouth bobbing her head.
Sara's hands found a new location in Ace's nipples and played with them.
After a lot of moments.
"I'm g-gonna-!" Keiwa yelled.
"M-me too!" Ace confirmed.
Sara and Neon immediately dismounted themselves from Keiwa and helped Ace dislodge himself from Keiwa's Rider Mashin just in time for the both of them to release their bodily fluids from their respective Mashins all over Keiwa's body.
Neon removed Keiwa's blindfold.
"That was wild." Keiwa commented.
"No kidding" Ace nodded.
Everyone smiled at each other as they all panted for breath.
...i'm sorry, nony, but at this point you can say dick. it's ok!
addition: and while i do like the phrase rider mashin, i'm not sure if you intend it to be funny??
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longagodreams · 3 months
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Floating
Summary : He was somewhere he didn't recognize or even see but someone he trusted with his whole life was there with him, so off they went into the distance.
A No-Name Fic - a fic where no specific names are mentioned. (You can guess who the characters are if you are sufficiently familiar with them and the setting in general.)
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Master was holding his hand.
Master was holding his hand and they were walking towards...somewhere far away.
He didn't know where - he couldn't see anything through the dark fog. But he was there, and they were walking together.
Master was holding his hand.
It felt like he was leading him somewhere. Like there was somewhere he particularly wanted him to be.
Where? He didn't know. But he was content. So he didn't ask.
They kept walking.
Master was holding his hand.
He felt his head was swimming, and if he was walking alone he might have been swept away by some unknown force. But he wasn't, because master was there. Guiding him. Keeping his pace forward.
He didn't feel like letting go.
Master was holding his hand.
He almost felt like asking to stop, to catch a rest, but he didn't. Because stopping felt like it might cause something bad to happen. Because he trusted Master.
There was a light emerging in the distance.
Master was holding his hand.
--- felt that everything would be okay.
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When he woke up, it was in a glaringly white bed with a UV and some complex machine hooked up to his body.
Master sat beside him.
When he saw he was awake, he hugged him.
"---. You're okay. Thank God."
--- blinked bleary eyes as his chin rested on Master's shoulder.
--- breathed in deeply and curled into his Master's jacket, closing his eyes.
Everything was alright.
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rafesmuse · 2 months
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cockwarming w rafe but he gives in before reader does?
“just sit still, a’ight? don’t wanna get you all needy f’me right away.“ rafe winks at you, holding your hips firmly to prevent you from moving, seeing who can stay still the longest. you feel so fucking tight around him— the way you’re squeezing him could make him cum instantly, but his ego forces him to put on his best poker face while his blue eyes stare at you intensely.
“you talking to yourself, pretty boy?” you taunt, making him chuckle at your confidence, accepting the challenge as he sits relaxed with you on his lap, knowing he’s going to win regardless. his hands move from your hips to behind his head as he leans backwards with the cockiest smile on his face, gazing up at you.
“i can feel you dripping down my legs, princess, making a fucking mess everywhere, shit.” rafe chuckles before slapping your ass, determined to get you to move first.
“yeah? imagine how good it would feel to thrust up into me right now, im so fucking wet for you.” you whisper the last part as you move your head closer to his ear, causing goosebumps to form all over his body as he feels your hot breath on his skin. he groans as you place soft kisses all over his neck, lightly sucking on his skin, knowing exactly where his sensitive spots are.
“i can feel you so fucking deep inside of me, rafe.” you murmur as you slowly lick from his collarbone to his ear while letting out breathy moans. “don’t… don’t say shit like that.”
he’s so close— so close to pounding into you right there and then. he gradually starts to lose control, his hands moving back to your hips, gripping the skin so firmly that it’s going to leave bruises for days. you continue teasing him, leaving love bites all over his neck and collarbone before gripping his jaw and kissing him passionately, tongues fighting for dominance as he moans into your mouth.
“fuck it.” rafe snaps, forcefully pulling you from his lap and bending you over on the couch, your head pushed into the cushions as he slips back inside of you in one quick thrust and sets an unrelenting pace right away. “i… i win.” you manage to say in between thrusts as he pounds into you, the tip of his cock continuously hitting your cervix. “yeah? we’ll see who’s winning when you can’t fucking walk tomorrow.”
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rafeysdoll · 12 days
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Bsf Rafe convincing reader that it’s normal to hump on him through his pants cus his just helping out a friend!! Plus y’all are wearing clothes
wanna state since i know im gonna receive hate lol— that reader does know what sex/sexual things are!! hence why she’s also able to tell rafe she’s horny in the first place. i’m not writing a reader that doesn’t know what sexual things are, she clearly does lol
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“w-we’re fine, okay? fine. almost all close friends do this. ‘ts completely normal,” rafe nudges, squeezing your bum lightly as you continue dragging yourself back and forth. tiny gasps and whimpers echoing through the room. “it’s not like we’re having sex, you still got your panties on.” your best friend states rather obviously, tugging on the straps of your lacy, sticky underwear.
“promise.. promise nothing’s gonna change?” you mewl, dry humping his bulge, hands placed on rafe’s chest for support. “i promise, just wanna help you.. said you were horny right? it’s uh… a good thing you came to me. other guys would just — just be ruthless on you, y’know? use you and shit.”
you hum, still rubbing your clothed cunt against him, the roughness of his pants making you flustered and barely able to grasp any real attention for what he's talking about. “feels good, rafey.”
“yea, i know, can go faster than that though baby come on.” he urges, placing his hands on your waist and helping you move at a faster speed, groaning at the friction.
he had half a mind to just rip you both out of your clothes and pound you into your bed, tell you he couldn't help himself as ruts inside your hole.
but he clenches his fist and holds back. what a gentleman.
“yeah there you go, feels even better now dont it?” “so, soo much better.. you- you always know what's best, rafey." you mewl, letting out the prettiest noises as you keep on your movements, rafe’s cock jumping underneath the fabric.
“why.. why dont you come and give me a kiss? for thanks?” he questions, puckering his lips slightly. when you freeze just a bit, rafe catches on and helps you rub against him again, quickly sending you back into your haze.
“o..okay,” you whisper, leaning forward to give a him a wet kiss, somehow even more nervous at your locked lips than how you were humping him like you would a pillow.
but it was so sweet, his surprisingly soft lips against your glittery ones.
who could blame you for letting this happen a few more times? you were best friends, after all — you did everything together.
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elentarial · 10 months
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Anon!
I’d be happy to write that pairing for you! Would really love it, actually. ❤️ Send another ask with a few more specifics or DNWs and I’ll get right on it.
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shellxrls · 2 months
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asking to feel JJ while he’s soft and he’s like: “wtf? but yea.” and as soon as you touch him he’s hard.
“it kinda looks like a gummy worm,” you muse, twisting his limp dick slightly and attempting to admire it from an angle.
“babe i do not know what fucked up gummy worms you’ve been eating, but junior ain’t a gummy worm,” he states simply, growing restless from your constant touching.
you giggle, continuing your inspection for only a couple of seconds before, much to your amiss, you notice jj getting hard once again.
“jeez man it’s only been — what, a minute?” you chuckle, beginning to stroke your fist as you finish the question, causing him to choke and stumble over his answer and instead let out an embarrassing loud groan.
“‘m sensitive,” he mumbles, followed by a string of curses and a “ohh, yeah keep doing that mama.”
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stars4ani · 2 months
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i love ur blog ur writing is so good!!!! 🎀
Could you write for rafe x sub!reader who wakes up in the middle of the night crying for rafe bc she’s horny sjjskaks
thank u ur the sweetest ugh 🤍 and godddd anon this did something to me… i hope i did it justice
nsfw 18+
tw dacryphilia
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maybe it was the weather, maybe everything was just too much, but today had gone so painfully slow. on top of that, rafe wasn’t home, out golfing with his friends all day. it was late and you decided to just sleep it off, but all you could do was toss and turn.
you awaken to the door opening, it’s still awfully dark out but you force yourself out of bed to greet your boyfriend.
rafe’s cologne intoxicates all of your senses as you hold him and take in his scent, the lump in your throat getting heavier. tears fall down your cheeks as you leave chaste kisses on his forehead.
“missed you so much, it’s so late now” you whisper, voice breaking.
he’s slightly taken aback by this, but he knows you’re emotional so it’s nothing he’s not used to by now.
“shit baby, was just a few hours…” he chuckles, raising an eyebrow as he takes in the way your nightgown rides up and hangs low at the neckline. “what’s wrong, you need somethin’?” his tone becoming more playful as he becomes aware of what’s really going on.
your lip quivers as you look up at him, pouting as he wipes your tears. “jus’ want you” you whine, barely audibly.
“cryin’ cause you’re horny? god, didn’t think it was that bad” he mocks in disbelief, large hands resting on your hips as he backs you up towards the bed, lightly pushing you down.
the feel of his slightly chapped lips against your warm plush ones sends butterflies straight to your core. you struggle to remove his pants as you claw at the zipper, amusing him even further.
“slow down, m’not goin anywhere baby” he smirks as he swats your hand away, getting rid of his own pants, followed by your thin nightgown.
you’re barely on all fours, your upper body immobile as rafe pushes himself into you, tight walls pulling him impossibly deeper. his large hand rests on your back, pushing you down and keeping you still. regardless, you find it hard to keep still because he’s just so big, tip abusing your poor cervix, causing you to cry out. you’re suddenly on your back, strong arms using your shoulders as leverage as he looks down at you, his coarse thumb wipes a tear off of your flushed cheek.
“wanted it real bad didn’t you?” he says, tone dripping with faux sympathy
you’re too fucked out to respond.. he pulls you up slightly by the neck, forcing you to meet his intense gaze.
“didn’t you?” he repeats, his thrusts becoming sloppier
“yes- fuck rafe- yes, you’re the only one that can make me feel good” your voice trembling as you tell him exactly what he wants to hear
“good, keep talking, wanna hear your voice”
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chxrryhansen · 2 months
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rafe eating it from the back and it leads to him eating readers ass
s3 rafe is such a booty muncher idc he’d be sooo into it, like being able to claim every hole you have? absolutely. he’s such a daddy.😩
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you moan as rafe lifts your ass in the air, pulling you into a doggy position, your face smushed against the pillows.
“fuck i’m never getting over this sweet ass.” he mutters to himself as he grips the flesh of your cheeks, spreading them wide as he spits onto your already dripping hole.
he’s quick to lean forward, licking a long strip from your clit to your hole before plunging his tongue inside and fucking you with it. you cry out at the sensation as he lifts a hand to rub your tight bundle of nerves.
“fuck rafe… feel’s s’ good.”
he pulls away slightly, a string of juices attached from your cunt to his lips “yeah? you like it when daddy eats your pussy? i know baby, daddy’s gonna’ take care of you.”
soon enough he dives back in, his lips wrapping around your clit, suckling and nibbling at your sensitive button, you press your face further into the pillows, your moans growing louder and louder as he works at your cunt.
you wiggle your asscheeks in his face, swaying side to side causing him to let out a deep groan, beginning to palm his hard cock through his pants as he eats you out.
“god, fuck you taste so damn good.. i’ll never get sick of eating this pretty pussy.”
all of a sudden he pulls away, licking another strip up your pussy, except this time he doesn’t stop at your hole.. his tongue slithers its way up to your asshole. you yelp in surprise and push forwards, collapsing from the shock. of course this doesn’t deter rafe as he grips your hips in his large palms, pulling you back up to his mouth.
“stay fuckin’ still.. let daddy enjoy his meal, baby.” you reach back to grip his head, his new buzzcut making it difficult but you manage, pushing his face further inbetween your asscheeks.
his tongue continues to explore your rim, swirling around the tight ring of muscle, practically making out with your asshole. he slowly pushes inside, moaning into your ass at the sweet taste. his hand raising and slamming down against your cheeks, a clapping sound reverberating around the room.
“oh god.. i’m gonna’ cum rafe, fuck daddy, you eat me so good.” you cry out, the knot in your stomach tightening. you never imagined being able to cum just from him eating your ass, not even touching your cunt. but yet, here you were.
“mhm? you gonna’ cum with my tongue in your ass? filthy fuckin’ whore, such a dirty girl f’ me…but it’s okay, daddy loves dirty little whore’s like you.”
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arieslost · 2 days
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getting into a silly argument with lando just for him to pull the “oooh you wanna kiss me so bad right now it’s embarrassing” card and blah blah blah you can go where you want from there 😙
this was so cute, thank you for sending this in! i hope you like it <3
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kiss me | ln4
you’re sure you’re seeing things.
you’re used to seeing fancy cars all the time now, what with having lived with your boyfriend in monaco for the better part of a year, but you’ve been able to keep track of said fancy cars. so you know when there’s a new one.
a new one in your parking garage, right next to lando’s 765lt. meaning it’s in your parking spot that had never once harbored a car until this morning. and now there’s another 765lt there. in your favorite color, no less.
“lando norris!” you yell out the moment you’re through the doorway to your shared apartment.
the deer in the headlights look on his face is priceless. you can practically see the cogs turning in his head as he tries to figure out what he could’ve possibly done to upset you.
“hi baby,” he says carefully, starting to step towards you when he’s stopped by you holding a hand up.
“no, you’re not going to sweet talk your way out of this one.”
he blinks at you a few times, watching as you take off your shoes and start pacing back and forth.
“did i forget something?” he chances, taking another step in your direction like he’s approaching a wild animal.
you glare at him. “forget something? like the car in the parking garage?”
“ohhhh,” it clicks then, and you watch, infuriated, as a smirk grows on his face.
“i don’t know why you’re smiling. how dare you?”
“how dare i?” he laughs, clearly entertained. “you’re always complementing my car. i figured you’d like one of your own.”
“so you just buy me a car?!”
he starts to admonish you, to try and sweet talk his way out of this, when he pauses. “you’re happy about this.”
“i most certainly am not,” you disagree instantly, immediately getting flashbacks to when you saw the car and became giddy at the mere possibility of it being yours.
“you most certainly are,” he argues, now approaching you with ease.
“get away from me, norris,” you threaten weakly, stepping back with every step he takes towards you.
“i don’t think i will,” he shrugs, grabbing your wrist gently and tugging you into his body, and you can’t resist his embrace. “i think you’re so overcome with excitement that it’s manifesting as something else entirely.”
“it’s a car, lando. how many times have i told you that i don’t need these kinds of things?” you narrow your eyes at him, resting your chin against his chest.
“i know you don’t need them, pretty,” he sighs, kissing your forehead. “but i really wanted to get it for you. you’ll look so sexy driving it.”
you roll your eyes, pushing away from him. “i hate you so much.”
“you looove me,” he coos, following you as you walk into your bedroom.
“go away. i’m mad at you.”
“are you?” he asks, leaning against the doorway as you pull out loungewear to change into.
you glare at him again, hating how good he looks just standing there looking at you.
“i knew it. you wanna kiss me,” he states, like it’s obvious.
“what? i don’t think so,” you respond, turning your back on him as you change.
“i do. you gave me that look. you know the one.”
“i have no idea what you’re talking about.” you pull your shirt over your head and reach for a hair tie on your nightstand, just to give yourself something extra to do so you don’t have to look at him a little longer, otherwise your indignant mindset will crack.
“you wanna kiss me so bad,” he teases.
“no thanks.”
“you wanna kiss me so bad it’s embarrassing. you can’t even look at me.” he points out, and damn him for it.
you look at him. and promptly blush the moment you meet his eyes.
“i knew it,” he sings triumphantly, waltzing over to where you stand fiddling with your hair tie.
“i’m mad at you,” you reiterate.
“fine. you’re mad. i’m sorry, but i can’t return the car. well, i could. but i’m not going to. kiss me.”
“you’re insufferable,” you whine, once again relenting when he gets his arms around your waist.
“and you want to kiss me, so just do it.” he squeezes his eyes shut and puckers his lips cutely, and, well, what else are you supposed to do but kiss him?
he hums happily against your lips, gently stroking your hair even when you part. “can i braid it for you?”
you want to argue with him and tell him to stop being cute, but you’ve never be able to resist him.
“thank you for the car, lan,” you mumble as he sets to his task. “i love it.”
“what do you love more, me or the car?”
“the car, obviously.”
he gives your hair a playful tug, and you giggle, reaching back to pinch his hip.
“i’ll keep this in mind for next time.”
“next time?!” you make eye contact with him in the mirror next to your nightstand, and he just smiles innocently in the way that never fails to make you melt.
damn him.
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imyourbratzdoll · 9 months
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hiii baby 🤍
weird request maybe…
But reader being tired of dating but really wanting a baby…like she just really doesn’t want to wait for the perfect man to settle down with, but she really really really wants a baby.
So she asks childhood!bestfriend!bucky or like childhood!bestfriend!CE!Character to impregnate her…
He (being secretly in love with her) agrees, so they make one 😩
hi honey! not weird at all! I loved this, I'm hoping I did it justice and that you love it!
summary - you've decided to stop going on dates when the last one fails and go to your best friend for the thing you desperately want.
warning - smut, breeding kink, unrequited love (or not), horrible dates, creampie, swearing, slight angst.
18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips
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You sigh, having just come back from yet another failed date. No man seemed to live up to the expectation you were looking for. You sagged into the couch, kicking your shoes off and beginning to massage your temples. “Ugh, I’ll never find the perfect man to settle down with…” You look down at your stomach, and your mind fills with images of you being pregnant. Your eyes blink it away as you rub your belly. “I just want a baby… Is that so hard?” 
Your eyes widen when you realise you have the perfect plan. Bucky! He’s your best friend, an ideal option for a sperm donor. You quickly dig through your purse and pull out your phone, unlocking it and quickly sending him a message. 
‘Hey, are you able to come over? I have something important to ask you.’ You send the text, gnawing on your bottom lip as you wait for his response, watching the three little dots appear. 
‘Sure, I’ll be there in 10 minutes with your favourite snacks.’ 
You smile, quickly jumping up and running to your room. You strip from the clothes you sadly wasted on your date and changed into a red lingerie set that Bucky got you for your birthday. You smirked when you remembered how flushed Bucky looked as you opened the gift bag and promised to show him one day. You walk over to the mirror and fix your make-up, reapplying your red gloss. 
When you hear the door unlock, you quickly throw on your silk robe and head out of your room, ready to greet Bucky. He enters and smiles when he sees you waiting there for him. His heart practically pounds out of his chest as you smile back at him, walking over and wrapping your arms around his body. “Hey, I got us some Chinese.” He wraps one arm around you, tightly holding the bag of food with the other. 
“You came so fast!” Your cheeks heat up at the innuendo of your words. You don’t notice the pout on his lips as you pull away from him and begin to walk toward the lounge room. “C’mon, I’d feel better asking you the thing while sitting down… I don’t really know how you’ll feel about it.” Your chew on your bottom lip, your nerves getting to you as you realise if he says no, you’ll possibly be ruining a good friendship.
Bucky follows you like a lost puppy, practically feeling your nerves radiating off of you. His eyes shamefully land on your arse, watching your hips sway as you walk before him. “So, uh… How did your date go?” This would be the tenth date this week that you’ve been on, and as your best friend, Bucky knows all about them and how lately they haven’t been going well. Except for his heart that constantly broke every time you told him you had a date with everyone but him. Bucky sits beside you, pulling out the hot food and handing you your usual. 
“Shit like the others.” You immediately begin to stuff your face with food, starving from storming off during the date. “From the moment we met, all he spoke about was himself and the women he’s been with. Then when we sat down to eat, he ordered for me, but when I stood up for myself and ordered what I wanted. He decided to call me a cow and fat and that no man would ever love me if I didn’t let them take control of my life.” You growl, shovelling more food in your mouth. You swallow and look at Bucky, noticing the angry look behind his eyes but deciding to ignore that. “But, I came to a conclusion. You know how much I’ve been wanting a baby and have been trying to find the perfect man to settle down with.”
Bucky nods before frowning. “Please don’t tell me you're going to just sleep with one of these guys to get one.” His brows furrow. “You deserve more than that. You deserve someone that will be there for you and the baby.”
You wave him off, sucking some juice off your thumb. “Of course not. I had someone better in mind.” Your eyes connect with him, and Bucky’s brows raise when he puts the pieces together. “I want you to impregnate me, Bucky.”
“Y–you–” He swallows, blinking rapidly, wondering if he heard you right.
“I want you, Bucky. Just imagine how cute our baby would be, but I understand if you say no and no longer want to be–”
“Yes.”
“B–”
“Yes.” Bucky immediately scoots closer and cups your cheeks. “I’ll pump you full until you are carrying my child.” You feel slick gather between your thighs, turned on by his words. Bucky’s hands move down and undo your robe, choking on his saliva when his eyes land on the red lingerie set he had bought you. “You’re so beautiful…” He whispers, staring for a while before looking into your eyes. “D–do you want to go slow or…” Bucky swallows, knowing that you weren’t doing this because you felt anything for him. You were doing this to get a baby.
“Fast, for now, I just need you.” You whimper. You grasp the back of Bucky’s head and pull him toward you, devouring his lips with yours. “Please, fuck a baby into me.”
Bucky catches the for-now part, causing his heart to jump, knowing there might be another time. His breath catches as your lips connect, swearing that fireworks went off. His hand lands between your legs and begins to rub you through your knickers, letting out a moan as he feels how wet you are. “D–did you touch yourself before I got here?” 
You shake your head, “No, no….” You whine, back arching and legs spreading more as he touches you. Bucky feels his cock harden more when he realises he made you wet. “Bucky, please.” You blink the tears away, so overwhelmed with your feelings for your best friend and your horniness. You hadn’t been touched in so long, and to have Bucky finally touch you with the promise of putting a baby in you intensifies it.
Bucky leans back, giving you a look. “Are you sure about this? Because once I start, I really don’t think I’ll be able to stop.” You nod rapidly, gripping any part of him that you can. He places a hand under your chin. “I need words, Y/n.” 
“Yes, Bucky. I’m sure I want this.” You watch him remove your clothes, followed by his, and you gasp as your eyes land on his member. “You’re so big…” Bucky strokes his cock, lining it with your sopping cunt. As he pushes in, Bucky leans forward and connects his lips with yours, swallowing your moans. “O–oh…” 
His hands move down and grip your hips, thrusting deep, fast and hard into your tight walls. “Fuck, you feel so good, doll.” Your legs wrap around him, pulling him closer to you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he hits deep inside you, hitting places you’ve never reached before. “I can’t wait to pump you full of my cum, doll. Breed you.” He growls, getting lost in the feel of you. 
You moan, gripping onto your best friend, feeling him split you open, bringing you pleasure you’ve never felt before. You can’t wait until he fills you with his cum, giving you what you’ve always wanted. “Faster, Bucky, please.” You don’t know how he’s done it, but you're so close you can feel your orgasm just around the corner. 
Bucky’s hips begin to snap, slamming into you hard and fast. “Shit, doll. I’m so close.” His hand slides between your bodies, locating your clit and rubbing it. Your back arches, legs squeezing tighter around him as your juices squirt out of you, your walls pulsating around his thick cock. Bucky groans, burying his face into your neck, pounding into you before burying himself deep inside you. Thick spurts of cum shoot out of his mushroom tip as he pumps you full of his cream. “Fuck, fuck! There’s so much. It feels too good, doll!”
You sag into the couch, pulling Bucky along with you, enjoying the feeling of his softening cock inside of you. He stares at you, stroking your cheek, and you smile tiredly up at him. “Thank you, Bucky. I hope this takes, if not. We will have just to keep trying.”
Bucky smiles, “I’d be happy with that.” He leans forward and presses a soft kiss on your forehead.
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jamminvroomvroom · 1 month
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I absolutely adore your writing,
For the celebration, could you please do virgin reader first time with Oscar?
sunshine.
op x fem!reader - 4k celebration
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in which oscar arrives home to an unexpected guest…
hi hi hi! thank you so much anon, i hope this is what you wanted!! trying to get through requests, loving hearing from you guys! this one is so cute i think, let me know ur thoughts 😚😚
songs to set the mood: fall in love with you by montell fish, fade into you by mazzy star, like real people do by hozier
warnings: 18+!! minors dni!!! smut, fluff, friends to lovers, sleepy baby oscar, teeny tiny bit of angst, mutual pining, r’s first time, swearing
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oscar’s exhausted, shoulders sagging beneath the thick material of his mclaren hoodie. he’s glad he left it in his carry on, the miserable london weather not even remotely living up to the warm glow of the middle eastern sun.
he craves his bed, dreamless sleep, entering the code to get into his building and slumping against the cool mirrored wall of the elevator. his eyes droop as the lift travels up, and the ding that sounds when he reaches his floor breathes life back into him.
the double header that kickstarted the season has knackered him, and he longs for alone time and silence to recuperate before he has to deal with the noise of going home and racing in front of a familiar crowd.
his key slides into the lock and he pushes the door open, throwing his bags by the door - he’ll deal with them later. the hoodie is shrugged off and dropped haphazardly on the floor next to the shoes he kicks off. his bed is calling. dazed, he trudges down the hallway, but he’s spooked by a faint sound coming from his bedroom.
as he primes himself to investigate, he hears footsteps, light and quiet against the floorboards. he goes to open his bedroom door, breathing heavy, but he just about jumps out of his skin when it swings open before he gets there. he yelps, and so do you, leaping into the air.
“you scared the shit out of me.” you shout, hand over your thumping heart.
“i scared you? what are you doing here?” oscar bites back, running his hand through his brown locks.
“sorry, sorry, i didn’t mean to be here without your permission but… it’s a long story. i didn’t think you’d be home yet.” you smile apologetically.
“sofa.” oscar mumbles, stalking past his bedroom and towards the living room. “what’s goi- are you wearing my shirt?” he splutters, finally looking at you properly.
your face heats up, and you cross your arms awkwardly.
“um, yeah? god, this is all so embarrassing.” you cover your face, falling onto the sofa. he plonks down beside you.
“tell me what happened.” oscar sighs.
“he dumped me.”
“oh.”
“yeah.”
“why?” oscar asks softly. “ugh, i knew i hated him for a reason.” he wrinkles his nose.
“i don’t know how to explain this without wading into major tmi territory.” your voice is small, quivering slightly.
“you can tell me, love.” he encourages gently.
“he found it weird that i’m, uh, a virgin?” you squeak, your voice raising into a question. oscar goes as red as you are.
“oh. oh.”
“oh god, you’re freaked out too. is there something wrong with me? like, why has this not happened? i thought i was ready with him, but then when it came down to it…” you ramble, trailing off.
“there’s nothing wrong with you.” oscar states, firm and serious. “him, on the other hand.” he shakes his head, disgusted. “he wasn’t good enough for you.” he spits.
“do you mind if i stay here?” you whisper, leaning into his side. “or, keep staying here?” you laugh softly. oscar joins in.
“you know you can always stay here.” he smiles sleepily. you’re just about the only person in the world he can stand right now, and always, actually. “but i need a nap, you coming?”
you nod and follow him to his room. the tv is still on, the one with monica and chandlers wedding playing quietly. oscar smiles. he knows it’s your favourite.
he flops onto his side of the bed, dropping off almost instantly. you watch over him, enamoured and sympathetic, in awe of him and the life he lives. you slip into bed beside him, leaving a respectable distance between you and the aussie.
you pass out right around chandler’s vows.
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you stir between two thick arms. pale, warm skin is wrapped around you, oscar’s soft breath fanning your face as he sleeps.
you watch him, scanning each and every mole on his face, trying to ground yourself. you combat the anxiety of being in his arms, choosing to enjoy the moment, while he’s still peaceful. it’s nice to feel wanted, even if he’s unconscious.
for the first time, you’re glad your ex broke up with you, because how does it make sense that you feel safer, more wanted in the arms of your best friend?
“stop staring, ‘m gonna blush.” oscar mumbles, clearing his throat. his eyes are still shut, but he just knows you too well.
oscar opens his eyes slowly, blinking away sleep. you stare at each other, comfortable silence eating away at the palpable tension.
you kiss him.
because why wouldn’t you? it’s oscar, your oscar, and he’s sleepy and cosy and gorgeous, and you’ve waited too fucking long. you can’t resist it any longer, free from the bounds of being someone else’s.
his lips are warm, and he’s startled, but the surprise doesn’t falter him; just as quickly as you kiss him, he’s kissing you back. his large hand finds your face, and the other finds your waist, pulling you closer. you melt into him, impossibly closer than you already were.
he’s gentle with you, tentative but firm and you part your lips, letting him lick into your mouth. his tongue strokes softly over yours and you keen at the sensation. he pushes you onto your back, balancing on his elbow half hovering over you. your hair fans out onto the pillow, his soft fingers running through your strands, pushing them away from your flushed face. oscar pulls away, scanning your face.
“sorry.” you smile up at him, breathless.
“apology very much accepted. i’ve been wondering when that would happen.” he laughs incredulously.
“really?”
“what can i say? i’m irresistible.” he replies dryly, exercising his sense of humour that was a foundation of your friendship.
“yeah. you kinda are.” you giggle bashfully.
and then he’s kissing you again, pressing himself even closer to you. you welcome him in, wrapping your arms around his lean frame, feeling over his shoulders. he’s tense, restrained, groaning into you at the feeling of your hands raking over his back.
“we should stop.” he mumbles, noses bumping. you frown.
“why?”
“because you said earlier, you’re not ready for this and i’m… well, things are gonna get real awkward if we keep going.” he chokes out half a laugh, glancing down at his-
“oh.”
“yeah, i just, i don’t want to make you uncomfortable. we can go slow.”
“osc, i wasn’t ready with him,” you pause, collecting your thoughts. “but you’re not him.”
“i suppose that’s true.” he shrugs.
“then you better do something.”
oscar lays you back, climbing over you completely this time. his trails over your jaw, taking your chin between his fingers.
“are you sure about this? we can stop anytime, just say the words.”
“‘m sure, oscar. i want to do this with you.” you coo, reassuringly.
his lips run over your neck, your collarbone, and he mouths at the collar of the t-shirt that you’re wearing. his t-shirt. his.
“gonna take this off, yeah?” he asks, whispering low, right by your ear.
“yeah, please.” you say, your own hands running under his t-shirt and up his muscular back. he’s relaxed now, no tension between his shoulder blades, and so you push the material up, and he slips it over his head. his warm digits peel your shirt off, too, and you’re warm all over when his eyes trail over your chest.
you’d forgone a bra, ditching it when you’d arrived at his place, and his pupils are blown wide, hazel hues sparkling with desire. his hands slide up your ribcage, thumbing at the underside of your breasts, while he plants open mouthed kisses down your chest. your eyes flutter shut, gasping softly as he skims your nipple.
“oscar.” you breathe, the light whimper sending his blood rushing south.
“does that feel good?” he asks, searching your face for answers.
“more.” you sound strained, desperate, and he aches.
his sucks your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the swollen bud. he toys with the other one, massaging your breast with his skilful fingers, tweaking and pulling until you’re panting beneath him. he pulls away with a pop, licking over to the other side, deciding to test your limits when he nips delicately at the peak. you moan, bucking your hips, hypersensitive to his every move.
you can feel how hard he is, his grey joggers growing tighter with every passing second.
“want all of you, osc.” you plead.
“need to get you ready for me first, okay honey?” he rubs circles into your sides, warm and calloused. you relax fully, lifting your hips.
oscar mouthed over your belly, peppering sunshine-like kisses down your abdomen until he finds the band of your loose shorts. he mumbles something into you navel about taking them off and you nod, enthusiastic and frantic. you can feel his smile branding your sensitive skin. the material glides down your thighs, pooling at your ankles, and you kick them away. he parts your thighs, making himself comfortable on his belly, and thumbs at the crease of your leg, toying with your panties.
he drags his pointer finger over your covered slit, up and down slowly, applying more pressure every time he brushes over your clit. oscar can see where you’re starting to seep through your panties and he stifles a low groan, anxious to peel the cotton off of your body, the final barrier separating him from you, so he does, pulling them slowly down your legs. he studies your face as he does, keeping his eyes firmly on yours. your lip catches between your teeth, aching as you watch, helpless and wet.
oscar kisses your hip bone, sucking gently until he’s stained it purple, and then his warm breath is fanning your cunt. your eyes squeeze shut.
“look at me, baby. gotta keep your eyes on me.” oscar mutters. your pussy clenches around nothing at the tone of his voice. you pry your eyes open, just about managing to prop yourself up on your elbows. “that’s it, honey. has anyone ever done this to you before?”
you shake your head, no. he smiles to himself, like he knows something you don’t, and dives in.
his tongue works in slow strokes, dragging through your slick with intent, eyes locked with yours. you must look like a deer in headlights, pupils blown, shocked with pleasure when you collapse against the mattress. he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking, tasting, and your legs go weak, splayed open all for him. you whimper as he tugs your clit between his teeth, just enough to graze over the sensitive nerves. it sends your hips flying, bucking wildly against his face.
“osc…” you breathe, squeezing your eyes shut.
“‘m gonna give you some more, is that okay?” he asks, nose bumping your clit.
“yes, please.” you don’t know what more is, but you need it like air.
you feel a finger glide over your sodden flesh, rubbing over your entrance. you sigh out, oh, anticipation and bliss sending white heat down your spine. he circles his finger around your opening, coating it in you, and carefully slides it in, feeling out for any sign of tension or discomfort. when you grind your hips onto the single digit, he knows you’re okay.
it feels good, better than anything you’d ever felt on your own, and you writhe against his bedspread. he thrusts a couple of times, experimenting, seeing what makes you squirm for him the right way, and when his finger curls, hooking deliciously, he knows he’s struck gold. you arch off the bed, searching for more, more, anything.
“another one.” you cry, begging, and oscar’s not one to tease. not yet, anyway.
a second finger joins the lonesome first, and he finds some pace, fucking into you faster. he scissors the digits, stretching you out for him, enjoying the pretty view. he’s achingly hard now, rocking discreetly into the mattress, losing his mind as he watches how you drip around his fingers. he wants another taste of you, addicted already to sweet, salty honey, so he has to finish you off, lap your mess off of his long fingers.
“i think- i think-“ you can’t get the words out, they’re lost on your tongue, but oscar knows what you mean.
“that’s it, baby. so good for me, doing so good. cum for me.” he spurs you on, drawing it out of you.
you let go, crashing biblically, the high sending you to heaven and back, two times over. he grinds his fingers, softer, just enough to help you through it and you chant his name like you’re praying at an alter. you know that you’ll never be over this. your oscar.
“holy shit.” you giggle, smiling lazily as you return to the world of the living. he’s licking his fingers clean; you could black out so easily.
“did you enjoy that?” he punctuates with a kiss to your belly, crawling up your body until he’s hovering over you.
“maybe you should do it again, just so that i can really make sure that i did.” you tease. your hand rakes through his hair, pushing it back off of his face. he’s grinning down at you, eyes fluttering shut. “that was amazing.” you whisper. he’s blushing when he kisses you, and then you are too, when you taste yourself on his tongue.
he moans against your lips, making you pull back. your hand leaves his brown strands, joining your other, which is currently voyaging down his back.
“you’re wearing too many clothes.” you whisper, lips bumping his as your hands slide under the waistband of his sweats. something desperate emits from the back of his throat. you push them over his hips, fisting the thick fabric, eager to have him bare on top of you once and for all. oscar helps, kicking them away, boxers too.
you can feel him, thick and wet between your thighs, his breathing uneven. your nails graze his hip and he jolts, collapsing on top of you, his full weight covering your keening body. he kisses into the crook of your neck, frantic; you need him deep, immediately, his urgent change in form leaving you flushed.
“you want me?” he whispers into your ear, leaving you shivering.
“so bad.” you pant.
“i’ll be gentle.” he promises.
he guides himself through your folds, slippery and warm, all for him. he nudges the head inside of you, hips stuttering at the blinding tightness. you gasp, but he catches it in his mouth, softly moulding his lips to yours as he pushes further. you open up for him, pliant, and when he eventually bottoms out, he holds himself there, letting you adjust.
“oh, fuck.” your eyes roll back, nails leaving crescent marks in his shoulders.
“so good for me, so pretty.” oscar grunts. “say when, baby.” he breathes, rubbing soothing circles into your hip.
“move.”
oscar rolls his hips, rocking you into the mattress. he hooks your knee over his waist, driving himself deeper and deeper with every thrust. you’re boneless, lost to the delectable stretch, to the way his cock seems to touch every part of you that makes you quiver.
“tell me how it feels.” oscar murmurs, grip tightening on your thigh.
“fuck, oscar, it’s so good. ‘m so glad it’s you.” your voice shakes, raw with emotion.
“me fucking too.” he mumbles, increasing his pace ever so slightly.
his thrusts lull into more of a grind, reaching your depths and revelling in the way you only get tighter for him. you’re spilling around him, already so close to meeting your end, and all it takes is the calloused pad of his thumb brushing your bundle of nerves to have you convulsing. you’re somewhere else entirely, on a whole other spiritual plane, utterly and completely his as he fucks you through your second orgasm.
when he spills, white hot and sweat slicked, he gushes endless hushed whines of your name. it sounds perfect when he says it like this, rolling off of his tongue with dire urgency.
his dampened hair falls over his darkened eyes, full of stars and total adoration. you’re smiling sleepily up at him like he’s made of sunshine. you always thought he was, and now you know that he most definitely is.
the most beautiful sunshine man.
“hi.” he whispers.
“hi.” you whisper back.
an intimacy, different to the one you’ve just shared, blossoms between you, encapsulating you here with him endlessly.
“i’m gonna clean you up, ‘n then we’re gonna order food.” he gazes fondly, stroking your hair.
“perfect.” you agree.
“put friends back on, i’m gonna run you a bath.” he begrudgingly stands from the bed, trailing towards the en-suite.
“you’re gonna join me in there, right?” you admire his naked frame as he disappears into the bathroom.
“obviously.” he pokes his head out once more to scoff, and you lay there, grinning like the worlds most lovesick idiot, your thoughts dulled by the sound of running water.
when the bath is full of hot water and too many bubbles, he gets in first, and you sink into the revitalising heat. oscar pulls you close, your back to his chest, kissing over your hairline as you mould yourself against him.
“thank god you broke in.”
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oh i’m soft
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hungharrington · 27 days
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Ok hear me out casual intimacy with Steve!! Like imagine the first time u shower together and u just wash his hair for him! The first time u change in front of him or wen ur wearing an oversized t shirt and like skimpy panties and go over to the couch where he is and sit in his lap it's the moments where it's such so much trust and love low key him realizing how comfy u are around him and how much u trust him he gets turned on
Brushing ur teeth together at his place? Man is half hard already
ohooooo casual intimacy IS his turn on you’re so goddamn right — this is just like, sweet domesticity <3 and steve then gets turned on by it hehehe + fade to black smut
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There had been a period of time after you got together where Steve sometimes wondered if you were ever going to properly relax around him. Like truly relax.
Not that he minded in the least! Watching you avert your gaze nervously, feeling your face glow all hot when he calls you honey, feeling the little tremble in your fingers when you hold his hand— Steve adores it all.
He knows it means you like him. And Steve likes you too.
He likes you a whole bunch— like a lot a lot, okay? In fact, if he probably told you how much he likes you, you’d probably melt and hide under the covers and never return. Which Steve doesn’t ever want.
So you’re a bit reserved and Steve’s still crazy for you and it works. But basically, he never really expected to get this.
“D’ya wanna, like, maybe, shower together?”
Steve blinks, his towel in one hand and his heart pounding in his chest. Did you just say that? He blinks again, just to be sure.
You’re staring at him from your place on his bed, probably being the bravest you’ve ever been considering what you’ve just asked him.
“Yeah- yes. Of course.” He stammers out before you can get too shy on him. “I’ll go get another towel.”
It doesn’t take long for him to snag another from the linen cupboard but by the time he’s back, he can hear the spray of the shower. You’ve left a trail of clothes leading up to it. Something warm stirs in his chest.
He doesn’t make a big deal about it and you seem grateful for it. Beyond the odd complaint about hogging the water, to which Steve sticks his tongue out at you before switching, it’s almost like an ordinary shower. Washing up, wetting his hair.
Except, y’know, til you offer to wash it.
I swear to god do not get a boner right now, Steve thinks desperately to himself, his head ducked down so you could reach it more easily. You’re not making it easy for him. You’re paying him so much attention, your fingertips soothing along his scalp as you lather up the shampoo, massaging the skin. It’s heaven.
Steve doesn’t think he’s ever seen you this relaxed whilst the two of you have no clothes on.
You’ve been trying not to be so iffy about being naked but honestly Steve didn’t care if you were forever. He likes you any way he can get you.
Usually, the lead up to sex is the only time Steve gets to see you naked— when it’s all charged air and an eager energy to start making each other feel good. Hot kisses and a feverish vision of pleasure.
But this… this is different. There’s no charged energy, just a low buzz of love.
You cup your hands over his eyes so shampoo doesn’t get in them when you tilt his head back to rinse it and Steve nearly cries then and there. He’s never been so happy to return a favour, letting you lean up against him as he soaps up your hair. He’s pretty sure your eyes are closed the whole time. It feels good, taking care of you. It makes him happy.
Afterward, as you towel off, Steve keeps expecting that familiar shyness to creep in.
He’s not watching, okay? But as he gets himself dressed, just in his pyjama pants, it doesn’t go unnoticed that you’re not scrambling to cover up. Instead, you’re at ease, slipping on your panties and then one of his own large t-shirts. You must’ve stolen it when he wasn’t in the room.
It makes him pause, a momentary gawk, before he remembers to close his mouth. You catch the end of it and a flustered expression crosses your face, as if realising how much you’re exposing yourself. And that just won’t do— so Steve remedies it with a kiss, dragging you over to him by the waist so he can lean up against the counter and kiss you sweetly.
You both have wet hair. Your skin is all dewey from the shower and your eyelashes look extra long when they’re wet. You’re fucking beautiful.
It’s all Steve can think as you both brush your teeth in the mirror— making eye contact every couple of seconds and grinning like goofballs. It’s not productive. Steve adores it.
You’re both half-dressed, you without pants and Steve without his shirt, and it’s so damn homey, so cozy, so in love, that it makes Steve’s chest a little tight, in a good way. It’s intimate. You trust him.
Oh my god, He thinks. You trust him.
His pants grow tight. The flimsy material of his pyjamas hide nothing. Steve holds one hand in front of his crotch and looks to the ceiling for strength, because there’s no way you won’t be able to notice.
You lean over and spit out your toothpaste and then look at him through the mirror.
“Steve?”
“Yah?” He gargles back, toothbrush still in his mouth, eyes still on ceiling. His cock thickens a little more in his pants, blood getting a little hotter.
“Are you…?”
He gives a big sigh through his nose, “Yah.”
He finally forces himself to met your eyes through the mirror and you’re… smiling? Almost mischievously. Oh god.
“Because… of the teeth brushing?”
Steve rolls his eyes but the embarrassed flush on his cheeks still gives him away. He leans over and spits his toothpaste, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand.
“No, not cos of the— well, not just cos of the—“ He cuts himself off, the blush on his face beginning to spread down his neck. “Look, you washed my hair and you’re not wearing any pants! We’re brushing our teeth together! I like it, okay?”
In a complete reversal of the usual, suddenly Steve’s the flustered one and you’re the cool, calm one. Your smile only grows at his explanation, some of the mischief exchanging for fondness.
“That’s okay,” You say softly. You press up on your toes to kiss his cheek and wander towards the door. “Do you wanna cuddle tonight?”
Steve’s cock gets harder at your words and he groans, because he knows you know what you’re doing— especially when you laugh a little, a cheeky sound. You’re playing into his in-love fantasy, his domestic dream, that somehow has a direct line to his dick now, which is probably most definitely a problem for later.
“You know I do.”
“Well, c’mon then, loverboy,” You coo.
Steve chases you from the bathroom all the way to his sheets, your laughter louder and more beautiful than anything.
And he does get his cuddles —y’know, after he fucks your brains out.
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lex-the-flex · 5 months
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coriolanus snow being jelly/ needy and demanding attention,,
been obsessed with him lately tehe <3
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“You’re staring again, Coryo.” You announce through your focused state.
"Sorry, Y/N. Can't help it." He says, tossing his pen on the table.
Closing your notebook, you let out a sigh, rubbing your face in mere frustration. Leaning back in your chair, the study room’s ticking clock provides a low level profile for getting work done. But in this case, you were far more than ready to give up.
“It’s not fair! Why must our professors give us an essay and two projects to work on? Do they think we’re robots?!” Arachne questions, throwing her history book on the table.
Turning to face Coriolanus, you widely opened your eyes, hoping he shared the same annoyance at Arachne’s endless complaining. Thankfully he did. Offering you a small smile, you turned back to the study group.
“Because we’re preparing for the 10th Hunger Games. We need to know the importance of the games.” Clemensia replies.
“Besides, we’re all going to be mentors next year. So this is vital for the University. They accept any students who wish to be mentors.” Sejanus adds, leaning onto the table.
“Okay, Mr. Plinth Prize. Please spare us of your wisdom and can we please go get dinner before the mess hall closes?” Arachne asks, standing from her chair.
“Yes please! I’m starving.” Clemensia responds, grabbing her bag.
Standing from your spot at the table, you notice that everyone has practically bolted out the door: except for Coriolanus.
“You okay, Y/N?” He asks, grabbing his bag.
“Yeah, just exhausted, that’s all. I feel like I’m reaching my limit, Coryo.” You respond.
Following Coriolanus to the mess hall, you were so deep into your conversation that you stopped paying attention to the stairs. Upon reaching the second to last bottom step, the sole of your shoe got caught, and you started to fall forward towards the carpeted floor.
Unable to stop yourself, Coriolanus jumped in and leaped forward. Swiftly catching you in his arms, you couldn’t help but yelp at the action.
“Are you alright? What happened?” He asked.
“I’m alright. I think I just slipped.” You reply.
Glancing up at Coriolanus, his worried face and scrunched brows made your stomach turn with excitement. His icy blue eyes were forever locked onto your own e/c orbs and his once neat blonde curls were now draped over his forehead.
Keeping his arms gently around your forearms, the echoing ambiance of the mess hall seemed to fade, until Arachne interrupted.
“Oh what do we have here? Some new lovebirds in our midst no doubt.” She teases.
“Leave them alone.” Sejanus called out.
Finally letting go of Coriolanus, the two of you fixed your uniforms and promptly headed to get dinner. Waiting in line for your food, you couldn’t help but feel Coriolanus’ grip on your shoulders. As your heartbeat slowly started to return to normal, you refused to let Arachne’s constant jokes get in your head.
After all, you had better things to worry about.
Returning to the study room, Coriolanus offered to carry your meal, so once he opened his paper bag, you rested your hand on top of his to make sure he didn’t let go.
“There. Thanks, Coryo.” You replied.
Briefly pulling your hand away, Coriolanus wouldn’t let you. He wanted to keep you here, with his hand in yours. But he hesitantly let go, as he knew that the study session was almost over.
Finishing your meals, you let Clemensia proofread your essay, to which she found was brilliant. After a while, you noticed that Coriolanus slowly moved closer to you. And after a few minutes of concentrated silence, his fingers began to brush along the trim of your jacket. Facing him, he promptly motioned toward his pile of notes.
“Can you explain this to me, Y/N? I don’t know what this line means.” He asked.
Leaning closer, you ended up sitting on the edge of your chair. Offering his hand on the small of your back, Coriolanus gave you his full attention as you started to explain the poem to him.
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