#literally all of these Except for my hips and collarbones

[marcsburnerphone]

And they were roomates

(Captain John price x F!reader)

Summary: the captain wants somewhere more homely to settle down and when an offer like yours comes alight on Zillow he must take up on it.

Warnings: kissing, a little tinsy bit angsty, flirtatious banter.

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6- part 7 - part 8 - Part 9 - part 10

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“Why’re you putting these up anyway?” You say standing at the bottom of the ladder that John is currently stood on, installing cameras he purchased for outside your home.

“Cause i’ll have to return to work this weekend and i’d like to make sure you’re safe.” you smile to yourself at his protective nature.

“I’ve lived here for ages and nothing has ever happened.” you reassure him as he descends the ladder.

“It’s for my peace of mind.” he says quietly between the two of you in the spring air.

“Okay.” you reply as he places a kiss on your forehead.

“Onto the next corner.” he says gathering the ladder, walking to the other side of the house as his tool belt clings and clangs.

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“Anything you can tell me about this next mission you’re going on?” you ask as the both of you lay on the couch.

“I leave on Sunday and don't know when I'll return, that's all.” He tries to make his deep gruff voice soft it’s a cute attempt. He knew this was going to be the hard part for both of you. You want him to stay and he doesn’t want to go but duty calls.

“Mmm.” you breathe into his chest, trying to inhale him, commit his scent to memory sure it’ll linger but this is straight from the source.

“I'll call you when I can.”

“I thought you weren't allowed to bring a personal phone, that’s what Gaz told me.” you rest your chin on his chest looking up at him.

“Gaz isn’t the captain.” he says, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Ah abuse of power is it.” You quip. 

“If that’s what it takes to reach you.” You look away not being able to contain your blush after that as if he couldn’t feel your heartbeat quicken.

He lifts your chin back up, leaning down almost straining his neck for a kiss. Of course this kiss turns into more, you move further up the couch straddling his waist you’re hungry for him, for his kisses, groans, deep inhales of air, all of it. He’s flipped the two of you over pinning you beneath him with almost half his weight.

“John, why’re you teasing me?” You whimper.

“Not teasing, takin ma time.” 

He kisses down your throat, over your pulse to your collarbone ridding you of your shirt tossing it somewhere to be picked up later. This has been a common occurrence recently thing is he won’t fuck you. No, he will do everything else and give you absolutely anything you want except well what you want. 

“John.” You say as he starts to take your pants off.

“Yeah doll?” He slows the movement of his fingers and simply rests them on your hips.

“Why- why won’t you- you know fuck me?” So you did notice.

“Well because I- I actually-“ he’s a stuttering mess for the first time since you’ve met. 

“Do you not want to?” You begin as you sit up.

“Of course I do, believe me, but I want to savor you in every single way I can, you're irresistible as you are if I have you the way I want it’s all I’ll think about whilst also trying to not get killed.” He admits while comfortingly rubbing your thigh.

“Oh, that’s actually quite hot.” You feel a little bad, I mean who are you to demand something that’s literally a part of him.

“When I’m back I promise I'll give you my cock like you so desperately want.” Well damn.

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“Do you guys share a room wherever these missions are?” You ask as he dices up tomatoes for your antipasto Salad. 

“Em there’s rarely time for sleep but sometimes depending where we are we do and other times we don’t. Most times there aren’t even rooms there’s tents or simply no sleep.” He answers before tossing them into the large bowl beside his cutting board as you hum in understanding.

You didn’t know he knew had to cook, well sort of. He can grill, but that’s something that you cannot. So recently he’s been showing you how to smoke and grill different meats, today is what he said was the best of them all and longest cooking time, brisket. 

“Do they snore?” You ask as he laughs at your random questions.

“Yeah actually soap snores like a fucking pig, it’s horrible.” Now it’s your turn to laugh as he nods towards the door for you to follow him outside so he can check on the meat.

“Do I snore?” you ask sheepishly. He smiles looking over his shoulder at you, your arms crossed across your chest to make up for your lack of a sweater. When he sees you this way, so comfortable and raw, hair in your face and pajamas at 6PM, it’s everything and more. 

“You do.” your eyes go wide.

“No, do I really?” you seem so genuinely concerned.

“Doll everynight i've got to spend beside you has been the deepest and best sleep of my life, if you snore I've got no idea.” 

“Thank goodness.” You sigh out as he approaches you.

“Ready to eat?” He asks brushing hair from your face. 

“Yes.” 

Dinner is more talking than eating on your behalf, you want to soak up every second with him that you can. He listens intently wishing his brain was a recording machine so he could play it back when he needed to feel sane. 

“God John that was so good.” You say half an hour after he’s already finished his meal which was also his third serving. 

“I’m glad, you always cook. I'm happy to be able to provide you with this one thing.” 

“You’ve provided me with much more than this one thing.” You say with a soft smile, it’s so sweet it nearly knocks him breathless.

“I don’t want you to leave.” You admit.

“I know, doll.” He reaches across the table for your hand holding it firmly but not tightly as he looks away.

“But I know you have too.” His eyes return to yours.

“How will I spend my days without thee John Price? What will I do?” You say it over dramatically.

“Nothing too risky I hope.” He replies, eyes crinkling at the corner.

“Maybe I’ll skydive.” You tease.

“Please don’t.” 

“Can’t promise.” You joke.

“You’re going to give me more gray hairs.” He said showing you the few already on his head.

“That’s exactly what I want, I love the grays.” And he loves you, but he can’t bring himself to admit it although it isn’t even something he can try to rid himself of at this point it has consumed him whole, sprouting colorful and beautiful things inside him.

“Movie time my darling up we go.” He says as he stands motioning for you to do also. 

This is something that has become ritual, dinner then movie. It’s the perfect unwinding time although sometimes most times it turns into more.

“You pick?” You say as you hand him the remote, getting comfortable at his side tucking your head beneath his big arm. 

“You’ll fall asleep half way through this.” He looks down at your already drooping eyes.

“No I won’t.” 

“You will.” He plays a show you two had begun the other week as he settles in more comfortably moving one of your legs to rest across him. 

He’s laughing unaware of just about everything as his whole body shakes, that’s until he notices you’re not and to his not so own surprise you’re passed out cold. 

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When you wake it’s sometime deep into the night. The tv shows its rest screen and John is sleeping. Unfortunately after a weak attempt at falling asleep you’ve decided you're no longer tired so you just lay there, hand beneath John’s shirt rising and falling with every breath he takes. The only noise to be heard is his heartbeat and the clock ticking. 

You begin to overthink the more time passes, you’ll be alone in just two days. The comfort and protection John brings you will be miles away. This warmth that fulfills your soul won’t be in your home any longer. It scares you, how much you want him around how much you love him. You wonder if this is as hard for him as it is for you or if it’s something he’s gotten used to. 

It’s overbearing, too much. You untangle yourself from him, sliding your leg over his body and onto the floor, stepping as lightly as you can onto solid ground.

You tiptoe to the kitchen and open the fridge for water. You lean against the counter before taking a sip out of the bottle breathing deeply to calm your racing heart. You’re zoned out completely so much that you don’t notice John come into the kitchen till he’s placing his hands on your hips. 

“You scared me.” You jump slightly as he offers you a sleepy smile. 

“What’re you doing awake?” 

“Can’t sleep.” You say not meeting his eyes.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” He asks. 

“thought you’d need as much good sleep as possible.” You say quietly, leaning your head on his chest.

“That’s not as important as you.” He rubs a firm hand onto your back pulling you close. He holds you like this for what seems like eternity and you relish in it.

“I’m going to paint for a little, please go lay back down.” He looks exhausted as you finally bring your eyes to him. 

“Come paint in my room.” He is tired but he’d rather be sleep deprived than have you anywhere but next to him. 

“What? You’re crazy, all my stuff is in the sun room.” You say with a small laugh.

“Then I’ll move it, I can’t sleep when you’re more than 5 feet away from me.” 

“Okay.” You know he won’t give up so you’ve learned to give in.

You simply watch as he picks up the heavy canvas and its easel hauling it across the house as you grab your brushes and paints and follow. 

He sets it dangerously close to his side of the bed, he even moves the nightstand over to the corner to ensure you have enough room. 

“Perfect.” He says after pulling his desk chair out of his office and over to it.

“Yeah actually it kinda is.” You smile. 

“Well, have at it.” He says giving you a firm kiss then walking over to the bed and getting comfortable. You sit in his very big but very comfortable desk chair and begin to mix colors in the small pallet that rests on your thigh.

“Goodnight.” He says pulling the chair towards him with an outstretched arm for one more kiss which you happily give. 

“Night.” 

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Released an hour early as a little surprise

It’s my best lol it’ll get better just getting back into my groove:)

As always love ya!!!

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[sehodreams]

fucking Anton with a breeding kink is so hot like when he has hot passionate romantic sex it definitely feels like baby making

Sorry, I don't think this is what you wanted to read but it's what came to my mind. It's been in my draft for so long, I tried to think of a different idea but it stayed like this 😭

TW and tags: p in v, no condom, literally babymaking.

He's especially needy on these occasions. You don't really understand what goes through his mind when he's pushing you to the bed all serious, or when he's brushing his fingers on your waist while you're getting ready for bed, but there's simply an alarm that starts sounding inside you, a "shit" repeating in your head because you know what's about to come.

He's not harder, or rougher. He's really slow since he wants to feel you more, caressing corners of your skin not even you pay attention, like that little emptiness in your collarbone, or the inside of your arm when he pushes your hands up to take control of your moves.

Still, finally, this day, he's brave enough to tell you those thoughts that fill his head and you always wondered about. Spitting things you know cross him in the middle of the night, you gasp for air when you hear his voice. "You'd look so pretty pregnant,'' he whispers. ''I can't stop thinking about us living in a bigger house, big enough for you to have anything you could ever want... don't you want to come and search for one with me?"

"What are you saying?" You answer. You want to think that maybe he's joking, but it's all so intense, his finger flicking your clit and his eyes on yours at every second, gleaming even in the dark.

"We could be a family, maybe a little girl to keep company to my favourite girl in the whole world?" He's going too far now, and you're trying to resist it. It's too drawing, the tone of his voice, the aroma of his bed that is almost yours now after all those nights sleeping together, and the image he's planting on your head. You're so comfy in that picture, being kissed by him while he rests his hand on your stomach, and everything is dizzy when he's sliding into you.

"You-you really want that?" You ask unsure, feeling too good and in a haze of pleasure. More than just loved, you feel almost adored.

"It's everything I can think about,'' he groans. ''I want to make my girl a mom, the most beautiful one."

Fuck, not again you say inside your head. He knows he shouldn't ask you for things while fucking. You're too weak to resist him when it's all so good, he pressing you to the mattress and his hips slowly finding that spot that doesn't let you think things twice when he bottoms out and steals every air you could have with his weight over you.

He's not saying anything else about it. He's just pounding and holding your hands over your head while the other in your waist keeps you in place to receive him. He couldn't let you move apart when your pussy is squelching, begging for him to spill everything inside.

You don't talk, but you want him to cum inside, you're too deep into the fantasy to say no to him, and soon you're clenching, not wanting to let him pull away from you and your new dream.

Fuck, you curse again. You're not even sure you want to be a mom. Obviously, you haven't thought about it as much as him.

Yet, you can see everything so clearly now. A house with a pretty garden, white ceilings and breakfast out in the fresh air on Sunday mornings.

You can't push him away when you know he's about to cum. His breath is getting harder with every thrust and the sweat is accumulating in his forehead. Usually, you'd have cleaned it with your hand, but he doesn't let you move, both wrists pinned in your pillow.

''I'm not wearing a condom,'' he warns you.

You don't know why he's telling you that by that point. You physically can't push him away, and you both know you can't say no to him, not while fucking, not at any moment, and this one is not the exception.

#riize smut #anton smut

[formulateez]

1:32am | oscar piastri

pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reader

genre: literal pwp, except there is minimal plot, random horny hour drabble prompt(s): "i'm going to fill you up so good and make you mine." and "someone's going to hear us!" summary: classic fwb troupe where y/n and oscar try to fit in a quickie during a sleepover with their mutual friends asleep in the rooms next door word count: ~520

requested?: no, teehee, but i got faded than a hoe a few nights ago and wrote this at like 5am and it's been sitting in my drafts for a little bit because i've been too scared to post it LMFAO there also isn't enough op81 content so i wanted to add to it :) but, please reblog and leave feedback !! (but pls be nice otherwise i will cry)

extras: banners made using template by @/cafekitsune !!

"Oh-fuck, Oscar-" You choke out, your hands running through Oscar's hair as his lips found all the spots that draw out heavenly sounds from you. “Please, Oscar, someone’s going to hear us!” You fail to sound stern as the Australian continues to ravage your neck.

“Fine with me, ‘cuz I wanna hear how good I’m making you feel.” he mutters out in between each kiss that he trails down your front.

It had been a couple weeks since you and Oscar originally made a special friendship agreement. You had invited him over one night to watch a movie or two, and the night ended with his face lodged between your thighs.

Oscar’s mouth and free hand occupy themselves with your nipples, while you buck your hips up to grind against him. “Oh shit, please.” Your plead leaves your lips softly as you ache for him to give you more.

“Please what, baby? Am I making you feel good, hmm?” Oscar hums as he continues to suck on your nipple, while he’s flicking your other nub between his fingertips. “Wanna hear you say it, pretty girl.“

“Yes, yes- fuck, yes. Please, Oscar, more-“ your pleads earn you a slight chuckle out of the guy above you as his fingers find their way to the waistband of your shorts.

“Quite talkative for someone who’s worried about being heard, don’t you think?” His lips are leaving faint marks along your collarbone and the tops of your boobs. Man, does he love seeing the very faint marks peek through the lower cut tops that you often wear during the summer. “You want more? Tell me what else you want, doll.”

As his fingers dip into your waistband, they start to lightly brush over your core as another soft, yet sharp, moans leaves your lips. You grab what you can of his hair and lightly tug him upwards to meet face to face with him. “Fuck- please fuck me, Oscar.”

“Yeah?” Oscar draws his hand out of your shorts as he starts to tug them down, along with your underwear before he throws them off to the side. “You want me to fuck you, hm? Is that what my pretty girl wants?”

“Yes, Oscar, please,” you breathe out, lightly tugging on the hem of his shirt, wanting less barriers between the two of you. “Want you inside me, so bad.”

It doesn’t take long before both of you finish undressing each other, and his lips are finding themselves attaching to your neck once again. His tip is just barely teasing your entrance and he continues to work his way all over your neck and chest.

“I’m gonna fill you up so good and make you mine, princess.” Oscar groans into your ear as he slowly starts to push himself into you, enticing the sweetest of moans from your lips as you savor the feeling of Oscar filling you up as promised.

You both were, in fact, not quiet enough, as Lando was tortured with faintly hearing both of you moan. He quickly threw on his noise-canceling headphones, making a mental note to clown the both of you the next morning.

#formula 1 smut #f1 smut #oscar piastri smut #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri x reader #formula 1 imagine #f1 imagine

[darlingmisa]

If possible thigh riding with sage and or Skye? Preferably with fem reader but gn is fine as well!

Sweet Girl | Sage

I've never written nsfw so I deeply apologize for how bad this probably is,,, also stuck with just Sage since I'm not too good with Skye yet.

tw: porn with no plot, literally just porn, fem reader, dom!Sage, sub!reader, 18+ content, praise kink if you squint

wc: 745

You couldn’t exactly remember how you got here. It wasn’t rare for you both to be all over each other the minute you were alone, and using sex as a stress reliever definitely wasn’t rare between the two of you. But this was different. 

Sage was leaning back against the couch that resided to the left of her bed in her room, a glass of wine in one hand while the other rested on your hip. She looked oddly casual, relaxed even, except for the small smirk that rested on her lips as her eyes explored your half nude body in her lap. 

“Feel good sweetheart?” Her silky smooth voice rang through your ears. All you could do was nod, the only sounds coming from you being the soft whines and mumbles of her name as you continued to rub your cunt against her clothed thigh. 

Sage could feel the wet spot on her sweatpants grow as you continued, relying on her singular hand on your hip to keep you at a good rhythm. As your moans grew louder, breathing seemingly becoming harder, she could tell you were slowly growing closer to your release. She basked in the way your voice pitched every time she flexed the muscles in her thigh while adding more pressure to your hips, gripping tight enough to surely leave a mark. 

“I bet it does” Sage continued, setting her now empty wine glass on the table next to her, opting to grope you through the shirt you still had on, her shirt, relishing in the way your head fell to her shoulder as her fingers ran over your clothed nipple, pulling out an almost pornographic moan from you. “Doing so good for me, my sweet girl.”

The praise went straight to your head before shooting down to your core, leaving you clenching around nothing. She swiftly removed the shirt you were once in, abandoning it somewhere on the floor with the rest of your clothes. Now fully bare, Sage could only focus on the sheen of sweat across your chest that was subtly reflecting the light of the small lamp on the bedside table. 

“So pretty…all for me.” It was just loud enough for you to hear, feeling her warm breath now on your neck. When did she get so close? There was hardly time for you to think before you felt her soft lips leaving rough kisses and bites along your collarbone, sure to leave marks that would be difficult to cover when the morning came. 

Sage knew exactly what she was doing, finding the sweet spot in the crevice of your neck before biting, hard, pulling another very loud moan from your throat. Breathing seemed to become harder as she lifted her thigh, simultaneously pulling your hips down to where the pressure hit your clit just right, causing a sharp gasp to leave your lips and your thighs to tremble. 

Her mouth made it’s way down to the swell of your breasts, tongue circling the now hardened bud. “Close..s-so close, please.” All you could do was beg. Thoughts full of her and only her. The way her lips felt against your bare skin. How the tight grip she had on your hips felt so good. The way her thigh felt so perfect against your leaking pussy. Small, soft pleas consistently fell from your lips as you felt your orgasm rapidly approaching, still begging for her permission to finally let go. And oh how Sage loved it when you begged. 

“Come on, let go for me sweet girl, cum on my thigh.” That was all you needed to hear before throwing your head back with one more loud and broken moan. You felt your core snap while you gripped Sage’s shoulders, almost as if she'd slip away if you were to let go, legs now violently shaking with pleasure. This pulled a deep moan out of the woman herself, feeling her pants practically soak as you finish while your nails left little crescents in her skin.

Once your breathing slowed, Sage gently picked you up and moved your now weak body to the bed. You finally opened your eyes again, having them pinched shut since your orgasm. Looking up at the woman now leaning above you, you quickly took note of her eyes, still blown with lust. “Oh I’m not quite done with you yet princess.”

Yeah. It was gonna be a long night. 

#sage valorant #sage x reader #valorant sage #sage hcs #sage #valorant x reader #valorant #sage smut #valorant smut

[avatarrecom]

Day 3: Thigh riding

Pairing: Poly!recoms x Recom!reader (can be read as character x reader)

Word count: 1k

A/N: First time writing smut, so it probably sucks lol. I'm using the tag #Kinktober Avatar_Recom for my kinktober stories.

And I'm starting to use the tag #Avatar_Recom writing for all my other writing, so be sure to follow those tags!

Kinktober masterlist

🌍 Recom Miles Quaritch Would definitely tell you to ride his thigh while he’s doing paperwork. He’ll pretend he isn’t listening to your moans, but his ears twitch in your direction with every sound you make. He focuses on his work, ignoring your pleas. Will tell you that you’re not allowed to cum until he finishes a specific part of his work. When he finishes that specific part and you’ve finally had your long awaited orgasm, he’ll tell you to start over and to not cum again until he finishes the next part. 

😈 Recom Lyle Wainfleet He watches you ride his thigh like he’s watching a movie (he would totally grab a bowl of popcorn if you let him). He just folds his hands behind his head and watches you with a smirk. Will definitely tell you what to do and slap your ass if you don’t. Tells you that you gotta do it all yourself if you want to get off, he won’t do anything except enjoy the show. Loves that you need and use him to cum, will tease you about it and brag about it to the others. 

🍬 Recom Z-dog When you’re riding her thigh, she’ll look at you smugly while popping her gum. Has your hips in a bruising grip, guiding you over her thigh. She’ll tease you relentlessly. Seriously, you’re blushing like crazy from her words. When she’s guiding your hips, she’ll bounce her thigh. Or she holds your hips in a manner that you barely get any friction from her thigh, causing you to whimper and beg. She totally degrades you about needing her to get off (but she degrades you lovingly lol). 

🥽 Recom Walker She has two moods, she’s either in a degrading mood, or she in a loving mood and she praises the hell out of you. If she’s in a degrading mood, she’ll bruise your hips with her hands until you can barely feel your legs. She’ll dig her nails into your body, while she forces your hips to move, marking you as hers. But her degrading words… God… She teases you for being a needy slut and her dirty little whore. You can basically cum untouched by her words. But if she’s in a loving mood, she’ll guide your hips so her thigh touches you where you need her the most. She’ll press kisses under your ear, telling you how much she loves you and how good you’ve been for her. Again, you can basically cum untouched by her words, she really knows how to use them.

😎 Recom Mansk I just know that his thighs are the best to ride out of all of the Recoms. This man has ✨deliciously✨ muscular thighs. The way he continuously flexes his thighs while you grind over them?! He definitely can make you cum within seconds with the way he flexes his thighs.  God, I’m drooling. He doesn’t really know what to do, so he just gently guides your hips, rubbing circles onto your skin, placing kisses on your collarbone and mumbling how much of a good girl you are.

🧯 Recom Prager My poor baby, he gets so flustered watching you get yourself off on him. He’ll put his hands just above your knees and goes along with the motions you make, not restricting or guiding you to do anything, just letting you use him however you please. He wants to praise you because he thinks that you look damn good using him to get off, but he’s so flustered that he stumbles over his words. You love seeing him flustered like that. If you want to see him even more flustered, all you have to do is put your hands on his shoulders, bring your mouth close to his ear and let him hear every sound you make. 

⚕️ Recom Ja Honestly, he’s proud that you need him to get off. Will watch you grind his thigh with a smug, but loving, smirk. He literally cannot stop telling you how beautiful you look grinding on his thigh. His hands have a firm grip on your hips, but he doesn’t move them, just goes along with your movements. He will bounce his thigh lightly to tease you and tell you how good you sound when you’re whimpering for him. His ears twitch to catch every sound you make.

🧢 Recom Brown Cocky little shit. Honestly, he’s even worse than Lyle. I swear to God, he will brag about you needing him to get off for days. He’ll hold your chin between his fingers and force you to maintain eye contact with him. He tells you when to cum and how to cum and you better obey, or you won’t cum at all. He honestly gets so hard seeing you grind on his thigh. Prefers to do it in your or his bedroom, so he can see you completely naked, but wouldn’t mind doing it quickly somewhere else fully clothed. If your slick stains his pants, he’ll wear it with pride, no matter how much you beg him to go change his pants.

📿 Recom Lopez Full on praise mode. In Spanish, English or whatever language you speak. Tells you how sexy you look, how he loves the feel of your dripping cunt on his thigh. He will eventually drag you in the most breathtaking make-out session when he’s too riled up watching you. He definitely guides your hips, not letting you move on your own. And when you ‘accidentally’ grind over his hard cock, it wasn’t his fault.

⛓️ Recom Fike Another poor baby who gets flustered watching you get yourself off on him. Whimpers when your knee accidentally touches his cock, so obviously you’re doing it ‘accidentally’ on purpose. He could (and has, many many times) cum untouched seeing you grind on him. He whimpers how much he loves you and how beautiful you look. He’s definitely proud that you feel comfortable enough to do something like this with him.

#avatar recoms #recom miles quaritch x reader #recom mansk x reader #recom prager x reader #recom lopez x reader #recom brown x reader #recom fike x reader #recom z dog x reader #recom walker x reader #recom ja x reader #recom lyle wainfleet x reader #poly recoms x reader #poly recoms #Kinktober 2023 #Kinktober Avatar_Recom #Avatar recoms smut #Recom miles quaritch smut #recoms lyle wainfleet smut #recom z-dog smut #recoms walker smut #recom ja smut #recom mansk smut #recoms lopez smut #recom prager smut #recom brown smut #recom fike smut

[iamthecomet]

Hey Com! I always feel awkward asking these so if it feels awkward for you or it’s uncomfortable pls don’t write!🖤🖤

But just a thought about Mountain and Dew cause I don’t see enough of them. Especially Dew taking the reins. But Mountains desperate. REAL desperate. And Dew is being mean and isn’t touching him, say it’s revenge for the time Mountain made him get on his hands and knees like a dog… even though he didn’t mind, but what does he do? He only allows Mounty to a pillow. That’s it:)

This has been sitting in my inbox for *checks calendar* nearly SIX months. I'm sorry it took literally half a year to get to this delicious prompt. I hope it's worth the wait <3 <3.

Dew's room is sweltering. The fire cranked up high to chase off the mid-winter chill. Despite his nakedness, Mountain is sweating. It's beading at his temples, collecting in the hollow of his throat. He isn't sure if he's overheated from Dew's ridiculous temperature choices--or because Dew refuses to let him cum. Mountain lost track of time almost as soon as Dew pulled the curtains, blocking out the bitter draft coming in from the snow-covered grounds. But he knows he's been here a while, an hour or more. Laying, spread out, on Dew's bed as Dew kneels between his thighs and refuses to touch him in any meaningful way. Dew ghosts his fingers over Mountain's hip bones, up the inside of his thighs. He traces his ribs, his sternum, his jaw. He gets close, almost brushing against Mountain's aching cock, his pebbled nipples. He even goes so far as to dip his fingers into Mountain's crack, to run his fingers over Mountain's taint, but doesn't go far enough in any direction to give Mountain even a breath of relief. Mountain would almost rather Dew didn't touch him at all. He knew he'd end up like this--he always does. He isn't like Dew or Swiss who try to pretend they never get desperate, that they can take any treatment and remain steady. Mountain knows how he gets, readily admits it. Knows that a few minutes under the glide of Dew's hands is enough to send him reeling. And while he is known for having far more patience than Dew as a general rule, this is a special circumstance. Dew's body is loose, at ease. He watches his own fingers trail over Mountain's body like he could do it forever. He dips his fingers into the sweat pooling between Mountain's collarbones and smears it down the center of his chest. "Dew," Mountain whispers, fingers twitching at his sides where Dew commanded him to keep them. Dew looks up at his face, brow furrowing almost like he forgot Mountain was here at all. And Mountain knows it's all a facade, but his body reacts like he doesn't. Like Dew really had been so obsessed with the body in front of him he forgot there was a real person attached to it. Mountain's cock twitches against his belly. He wishes he had control of it. That he could pretend that this treatment doesn't make him harder with each passing second. "Hmm?" Dew hums absently. "Yeah? What?"

Mountain doesn't know how to ask for what he wants. He knows as soon as he lets the words loose Dew will deny him. Knows that interrupting has just added even more time to his torture. He does it anyway. Wants it without understanding why. Wants Dew to drag this out until Mountain can't think about anything except Dew and all the ways he could be touched. He shudders beneath the drag of Dew's calloused fingers. Dew flattens his palm over Mountain's belly. Warm, solid. Mountain thinks he wants to touch Dew more than he wants Dew to really touch him. He'd like to wrap his fingers around the ruddy cock between Dew's legs. He'd like to give himself over to Dew's pleasure. Wants to take one of Dew's nipple rings between his teeth and make Dew keen. "Wanna touch you," Mountain finally decides. Easier than asking to be touched--which he knows won't happen. Hopes that maybe Dew's own needs are starting to burn away at his resolve. Dew holds his gaze, copper eyes ringed with icy blue rove over his face. They narrow, darken. Dew pulls his hand away from Mountain's stomach. He leans back on his heels and wraps that hand around his own cock. He squeezes the head, milks a bead of precum up to the tip, and swipes it off with his fingers. Mountain sags in relief, predicting Dew's next movement, expecting those fingers to be pushed in between his lips any second. Instead, Dew sucks them into his own mouth with a lewd groan. Mountain's stomach twists.

Dew pulls his spit-slick fingers from his mouth and repeats the process again before starting to stroke himself. Smearing spit and pre with every slow stroke. Dew reaches up and tweaks at his nipple ring, rolling the hardened bud through his fingers like he can read Mountain's mind and Mountain can't do anything except groan. He tightens his fingers in Dew's sheets, his hips twitch up. Stomach and balls aching as he starts to spiral, to give in to the desperate need to be touched, to cum, for anything. "You haven't earned it," Dew says, watching the way Mountain twitches, the way the muscles in his stomach jump. How he fights to keep his hands where he promised he would as he humps the air mindlessly. Mountain doesn't know what he hasn't earned, touching Dew or being touched. Both, he assumes. "What can I do?" he bites out, breathless. Dew picks up speed, stroking himself in earnest, twisting his hand over the sticky head of his cock with each pass.

Dew laughs then, low and cruel. "Nothing. You can have the same thing you gave me." Mountain racks his addled brain then sags when he remembers. Dew had begged to be collared, leashed, to be led around the Abbey and treated like an afterthought. When Dew had begged for something--anything--Mountain had kicked a throw pillow in his direction and told him if he wanted to get off that bad he'd make it work. Dew had humped himself nearly raw against it before Mountain had deigned to give him any relief. Mountain's brain catches up to what's happening just as Dew is at his side, reaching down to shove a pillow between Mountain's legs. Mountain closes his thigh around it on instinct, holding it in place. He ruts up against it and sobs at the friction. It's nowhere near enough. It's almost as bad as the ghost of Dew's touch. Barely there, too soft, too pliable to really get him anywhere. He fucks up against it again and again anyway, chasing the bare remnants of pleasure. Desperate for any touch, knowing it's not enough but taking it anyway. "What do you say?" Dew prompts. Reaching out with uncharacteristic gentleness to brush a sweaty lock of auburn hair out of Mountain's eye. "Thank you," Mountain whines, high-pitched and desperate enough that he would be embarrassed if he had the brainpower left to care. "Now," Dew says slinging a leg over Mountain to straddle his ribs. Shifting up until the wet head of his cock almost brushes Mountain's lips. "I'm going to paint that pretty face, and you're going to take it. And after that--maybe I'll think about giving you something better to hump."

Mountain grinds up against the pillow again, precum soaking into the fabric with each desperate thrust. He opens his mouth and displays his tongue before Dew even asks for it. Obedient to a fault. Dew huffs out a groan as he does. "Good boy."

#comet writes #ficlet #mo #MountainDew #Mountain Ghoul #Dewdrop Ghoul #Ghost fic #Mountain/Dew #Mountain/Dewdrop #Dewdrop/Mountain #Ghost fan fic #ghost fan fiction #The band ghost fan fiction #the band ghost fic #the band ghost fan fic #unedited

[chuuyascumsock]

Helloooo

That rat reaction pic was both adorable and had me laughing my ass offf(my sense of humor is lowkey highkey kinda broken so apologies 😭)

ALSO

ME??? A MONSTERFUCKER??????HUH?? THAT SOUNDS DEPLORABLE! But youre right so anyway- (kinda actually saw a monsterfucker bingo and did it{yknow just for funsies and shi} and like i ticked off 10 of the 24 boxes? i mean i think thats enough to qualify??? Right??)

okie soo umm i kinda waited too long to type out the thoughts and they um *disssipated* so immm kinda gonna string together the crumbs i still remember🥲

(Also like to clarify when i say werewolf,i kinda mean like the something between like that one halloween official art and atsushi when he’s in his weretiger form?)

Imagine werewolf chuuya who just cant keep his hands off you when he’s in heat,he just NEEDS you,CARNALLY

While you’re cooking dinner he’ll come up behind you and wrap his arms around you,nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck,lightly nibbling on your skin and just slightly grinding his crotch into your ass.

After a while you can feel his hard on and how hes desperately trying to hold himself back.

so you do the only sensible thing you can think of~

You turn around and kiss him~

You have no idea how it escalated from a passionate kiss to this,but now he has you bent over the kitchen island,your underwear discarded and forgotten while he frees his hard cock from his now-tight pants.he coats his dick in lube and precum before he thrusts into your rear,(although he’d love to go right at it,he knows your only human and would never want to hurt you) going at an inhuman speed and illicitting the most lewd little sounds for you~

His claws sinking into your hips to hold you in one place,all the while he’s letting out breathy “good girl/boy” and “that’s it take it hnghh you take me so good doll” s as he ruts into your ass.as he feels his climax nearing he goes harder and deeper his throbbing cock continuously hitting your g-spot causing you you whine and moan out loud,all which makes him go harder,the feeling of your tight little hole driving him over the edge and when he finally comes its thick sticky and he doesn’t let a single drop seep out.he continues rutting into you,fuckin his come back into you while keeping you locked in a mating press.after around two to three more rounds(now having moved to the bedroom) he slows down and makes sure your okay.he loves to see the fucked out look on your face as he cleans you up and as he sees your silly little hole white and glazy with his come he has to resist the urge to plug you up and let you stay that way until your next session,but if youve previously said your okay with it he’s definitely gonna do it-

Once your tucked in all nice clean (and *cough*plugged up) he gets into bed as well spooning you and lightly licking the bites and hickey now covering your neck and collarbone.

(I wanna add some more but i think this is already long enough.i hope this makes sense and sounds coherent at least,i think i got a little lost in the sauce🥲)

Also yess i saw that voyeurism tag👀👀👀 (got me wet just thinking about it🫣)

Ooh and also of smut,fluff,angst and crack,What’s your favorite??

And bestie(am i allowed to call you that?) im like 99.99% your irl personality is just as great as your online one🙄🤚

That isnt debatable btw🫶

I speak facts not fiction 😌

Well except for the smut,that’s fictional-

ACTUALLY NO FRICK IT THATS FACTS TOO!🙌

And to end this silly,goofy and unreasonably long ask id just like to wish you a lovely day/afternoon/evening/night filled with snackies,dopamine-inducing events and a lot of,as you said, H2hoe!

Stay safe and slay safe😌💅🏻

(Help its 4.50 am😭🥲)

-🧀

YOU DID, YOU DID GET LOST IN THE SAUCE, YOU WERE DROWNING IN IT 😭 BUT IT WAS GOOD SAUCE, DELICIOUS SAUCE EVEN. (Fr made me choke on my mango and everything while reading).

Glad you specified that you didn’t mean Chuuya like full furry mode or that would’ve been awky 💀

Literally Chuuya— but THAT WAS SO GOOD ACTUALLY. I can’t believe you wrote almost a full smutshot in my inbox, you should rlly write this down and post your own smut LMAO.

I forgot to add something to my Detective Chuuya summary, but it’s ok, I fixed it 🤭

My favorite genre is crack, I feel like I write top tier crack ngl, my Ai chats also look insane with all the silly stuff I do with the characters (literally mostly Dazai bc I kin him so doing platonically silly shit w/ him is my comfort).

AND YES YOU CAN CALL ME BESTIE— I feel like we’re definitely past that 😈 But I will have to deny my irl personality being just as good as my online one because I am socially inept 🥰

ALSO GET SOME SLEEP BESTIE CAUSE THAT’S SUPER IMPORTANT (I’m a hypocrite). BUT EAT A GOOD BREAKFAST AND FUCK UP THOSE CLASSES 💪😼

#casual asks #chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya smut

[omgkalyppso]

Dropping by with random questions for any OCs you want to answer for! 😁

What does your OC admire about their partner(s)? What do they think is beautiful about them?

What is a fact about your OC that only one or two people know?

Do animals like them? Do they get on well with animals?

Do they have any specific memories of food/a meal?

Your OC is at a karaoke bar and they see a cute person across the bar who they want to impress, what song do they sing?

On an impulsive whim your OC dyes their hair and gets a whole new outfit, what do they now look like?

If your OC could travel to anywhere in their world, where would they go?

How does your OC celebrate their birthday?

Thank you for the ask! 🥺 I'll answer for Fae, Zoran and Étoile.

What does your OC admire about their partner(s)? What do they think is beautiful about them?

What Fae admires of Claude, Hilda, and Lorenz can be found here.

Fae admires Avery's hope. I think there a lot of times where Fae's bravery is admired, but that when they push past these harder challenges that to them it's like 'it's this or death,' and more desperate or resigned. Avery brings a lot of hope to helpless causes, always able to envision a future beyond a hardship, an understanding after a fallout.

Zoran admires Jeritza's determination, to see himself improve, to see the lives of those he cares about protected and thriving. Jeritza's learning all the time how not to throw away his dignity in the process, how not to approach every challenge and inconvenience with teeth or apathy, and it's his effort in this learning that invites Zoran's continued interest.

Étoile admires Astarion's consideration. As much as the fandom likes pointing out the illogical and unintuitive moments he has, of which there are many, Astarion does (as far as he is aware) try to conceal his vampirism for the sake of group cohesion and his own safety, which "inadvertently" means that he also takes an action that avoids public panic and outcry, even if it's "selfishly motivated" and a lot of his actions are like that, where the merit of them are incidental, and depending on his growth it starts to become conscious. Whether that consciousness is out of a desire to be kinder (leading to the leader or hero spawn paths) or out of a desire to manipulate (in an ascended ending), he's still thoughtful, in his way.

Going to limit myself to 3 random qualities of beauty for the sake of actually answering the section question because otherwise we will be here for three weeks.

Fae finds Claude's chin, jaw and eyebrows beautiful. Fae finds Hilda's lips, (fat) waist and eyes beautiful. Fae finds Lorenz's neck, hands and shoulders beautiful. Fae finds Avery's nose, arms and hips beautiful.

Zoran finds Jerita's cheekbones, collarbone and ass (sorry) beautiful.

Étoile finds Astarion's crows' feet, (vascular) arms and teeth beautiful (source one, source two).

What is a fact about your OC that only one or two people know?

Where Faedolyn is my Byleth / My Unit oc, literally no one (except Sothis???) knows about Divine Pulse. Fae would take this to their grave. But they would confide in their partners (more than two people) that they never expected to live longer than their mother's very short lifespan.

Where Faedolyn is a student oc, they would think that their affections are secrets (whether or not that's true)...

Very few people would know that Zoran (always a student) and Fae are so closely related to House Hevring, imagining it a more distant relation.

I think that while Zoran loves his sister, that only one person knows that they're a little resentful of how luck always seems to be on Fae's side and things are generally easier for them.

Have I made it clear that Étoile's lived in Baldur's Gate for decades but it's only the few adventurers they've travelled with for the sake of making a livelihood that know they worship Auril? So that's not that rare really. And otherwise that they grew up in a temple on a mountain in Impiltur is probably also not that unusual for people to know. But I do think the number of people that they and their mothers killed for the security of themselves and that mountain isn't even understood by the few people Étoile might tell about this, because they wouldn't be very explicit about it (Aranea's been living there for 650+ years). If one ever had cause to go to that frozen lake with ghosts on the wind and bones in the ice, then only if they were invited should they expect to live long enough to be one of the one or two people to have an idea of the extent of it.

Additionally, for something more personal, if anyone knows that Étoile feels destined to loneliness it would be fucking news to them fgdhdfghdfg. If Aranea died unexpectedly, Étoile would return to their temple, and for duty and grief, they wouldn't expect to leave again.

Do animals like them? Do they get on well with animals?

Fae and Zoran have experience with sheep, horses, mousers (cats) and working dogs before going to the monastery. They have a good understanding of how to read and interact well with most animals, which leads to animals liking them.

Étoile has it more complicated with the apparent frequency that Speak With Animals can be present in their universe. In their youth, I'm going to say that this didn't come up so much. They had various livestock, guard dog(s), and indoor cats (also mousers) cycle in and out of their time in their childhood home, but for this reason, they're more accustomed to dogs being an outdoor working pet. As a general statement and not a proposed scenario: I can see Scratch being disappointed / offended if, when there was an alternative, Étoile would expect him to sleep outside / in a barn with the other animals, especially while there were house cats (or ferrets) indoors. I think they are not always well-liked by animals.

Do they have any specific memories of food/a meal?

Two meals I associate with / remember for Faedolyn (and that they would remember depending on where in the timeline of their life they are fgdhdfghfgd) are the first feast after the battle for eagle and lion where Claude falls asleep at the table, and the meal at their wedding in my epilogue fic...

I don't yet have a meal to associate with Zoran, but between Jeritza's association with the Peach Sorbet in fe3h and one of their only little appearances in something I've "written" mentioning Mango Sherbert, I do associate Zoran with desserts / ice creams.

I've said before that when Étoile is prompted to picture their happy place it is a memory of a meal! (:

Étoile pictures themself as a child. They are ten years old. They have just finished fasting for the first time as part of a ritual for Auril / Azura. They are breaking their fast with a feast. It is one of the few times pilgrims crowd the shrine of Azura / Auril with different offerings. Their mother - Aranea - tells them to stay humble and doesn't advertise their accomplishment, but Étoile can tell they've done well; and the food is rich and sweet. And their mother - Wylla - is there - the old wolf - making sure Étoile tries every foreign spice that has made its way to the mountains. She's trying to find their favorite. Something to remember for a later celebration. Étoile cared for and surrounded by people who either understand them or are in turn misunderstood so that there is comfort in the crowd.

Your OC is at a karaoke bar and they see a cute person across the bar who they want to impress, what song do they sing?

Faedolyn sings Alicia Keys' No One. Their vibrato would be different but I think they could do it.

Zoran sings Queen's A Kind of Magic, especially if she's in drag.

Étoile would not want to sing but would recognize that you can't impress someone at a karaoke bar by not-singing, and so to sing something to at least move into conversation, they would sing marcy playground's sex & candy.

On an impulsive whim your OC dyes their hair and gets a whole new outfit, what do they now look like?

Faedolyn will dye their hair black and get a new outfit that looks like one of Ivy Soul Calibur's more modest looks:

Zoran will bleach his hair blond and get something like Solas' armor:

Étoile will dye their hair pink/purple and for you / for them I'll select both an armour and an outfit; so something like Haldir's armor (Haldir my beloved) and something inspired by these two pins in their board (probably sans scarf in baldur's gate's climate):

If your OC could travel to anywhere in their world, where would they go?

Faedolyn is always travelling so from wherever they are to wherever they're not; home in the Oghma mountains, home in Garreg Mach, home in Riegan, home in Almyra, visiting in Gloucester, visiting in Enbarr, visiting in Nuvelle, visiting in Duscur, etc.

Zoran is largely settled in Nuvelle at some point, and so if he could travel anywhere, I think he'd pick somewhere further away, see what happens in Dagda.

Étoile would probably be interested in seeing Icewind Dale (the site of Auril's death, the site of where she was focusing her power, and the nearby wastes where her chosen was last seen), the High Forest (the manner of ancient magical energy is more interesting than whatever the high elves might have preserved in Silverymoon to them), and Rashemen (I imagine they were concerned / prejudiced against travelling so close to Thay, but that Minsc's descriptions of a faraway home would have interested them — especially as their own cold homeland is between Baldur's Gate and Rashemen). Étoile would also like to see home again, especially after the traumatic experience that bg3 was.

How does your OC celebrate their birthday?

Faedolyn is overrun with attention and their schedule, and their loved ones are fighting for twenty minutes in their day.

Zoran celebrates his birthday by hiding where maybe only four people know to find him, making an appearance for dinner and cake if there's any to be had.

I forget where I originally said this but I quoted myself on discord about Étoile's birthday before:

i don't think étoile would have expectations for birthday gifts? i think almost anything would delight them, to have been thought of, there are obvious exceptions for things that don't take them into consideration at all (gifts that imply another deity, a shaving kit, etc.) if they had a birthday during the course of the adventure and it was somewhere with a fair number of supplies (the grove, baldur's gate) they might buy themself a little cupcake or even just a handful of berries or something; and then might confide that it was their birthday with astarion (who i expect would tease) or tav or shadowheart (and étoile would share their little treat and be like, "does shar forbid birthdays? if you never get your memories back then you can share this one with me, or at least, maybe, you could think of me on this day") (and specifically not karlach, she'd make a fuss)

#faedolyn #oc tag: zora(n) #oc tag: étoile #long post

[ihateliterature]

I like Alastor smut and general ship content for many reasons pertaining to my own aromanticism and sexuality, but one thing I particularly enjoy are the body descriptions

Because he is often described as lanky, gaunt, even physically edgy in some places, a bit too on the skinny side to be considered the healthy, beautiful, athletic kind of thin and falling right on the unsettling and concerning side

And the other sides of the pairings always consider him beautiful in his own odd and frightening way

Really when I read these fics I like to imagine I'm the one being talked about. I'm not usually the type to project onto fics but this just one of my few exceptions. Because I'm like that. Not that tall, but not the petite sort, I lack the curves that could make me attractive or the masculine traits that could make me more androgynous. And I'm literally edgy, you can see my hip bones poking through my skin, my ribs when my back is straight, my collarbones. And I rarely receive compliments for this from anyone other than girls with EDs in the opposite direction, which are more self harm exercises for themselves rather than actual compliments. Just one person ever expressed a clear, non fetishistic preference for thin ppl to me, in all my life

So yeah, I like seeing Alastor described as an oddly shaped, too thin freak, and still having others look at him like he is a work of art, because one day I hope someone will look at me like that too

#aromantic #Hazbin Hotel #hazbin alastor #personal rant

[maybeimamuppet]

okay i gotta ask: why on earth did u and ur friends wish u had to wear a uniform for school? fjdhdjdjd

i’m going to use this as an opportunity to rant about school uniforms sorry rbehhdbd anyway

i went to an all girls school and our uniforms were actual hell. the shorts were always made with a cut in mind for boys (no hip room and a lotta room in the crotch) and the winter uniforms were thinner than the summer ones and were literally see-through (yikes) and the seams would always split in the armpit areas which was also not great plus the texture of the senior skirt was so evil on my sensory issues i hated it.

anyway sorry for that i’m curious what ur perspective on uniforms was.

(this is all btw not an attack on u i just can’t comprehend wanting school uniforms as i had to live with them)

hello friend

so

i went to school and live in the midwestern us which is v similar and my state especially is v similar to like. the us south to a certain extent (pls don’t come for me actual southerners lol) which is just to say people here are often very religious (christian) and looooove to put that on other people when they can especially children

so my schools all had p wild dress codes and even that for our state was pretty tame. shorts and skirts couldn’t be shorter than your fingertips at your sides even if you wore tights or leggings underneath (like. pants. even if you wore pants you still couldn’t wear them.) shirt sleeves had to be your whole hand wide and if they dipped too low into your chest (basically if they went past your collarbone) they also weren’t allowed. no flip flops or other open toed shoes. no heels. pants had to pull away from your legs a fingers width worth.

i got dress coded before i even hit puberty because i wore pants i had slightly outgrown that were too tight one day and you could see my panties through them by a teacher i didn’t even have or know and i was hysterical for the rest of the day bc i was so ashamed

the rules were also much more strictly enforced if you had curves at all. i was luckily for my sake very thin at the time but if you had any kind of hips or chest at all you just got busted all the time

i and most girls in my grade eventually just resorted to wearing baggy t-shirts and either leggings or jeans every day because there was literally nothing else we could wear. for me that was fine bc i care abt nothing except comfort and kind of liked it but for a lot of other girls in my grade thag was not the vibe we wanted

and by the time we were in eighth grade we were just like “if they’re gonna give us so many rules about how to dress to the point where we can’t even ✨express ourselves✨ the way they’re wanting why don’t they just give us a uniform we can wear and not worry about getting busted bc i forgot a cardigan to wear over this top that has the slightest shape to it or some shit”

like the rules were so bananas and so unfair and in place for such horseshit reasons that we just wanted to be done with it and have a uniform for less stress getting dressed in the morning honestly

we definitely wanted quality ones tho that sounds rough and i’m sorry you had to deal with that

#also i personally just think uniforms are really cute lol #i’m a sucker for plaid #anyway #sorry for rambling lol #entropy with ezzy #swear tw #emoji tw

[prettynice8]

could i request kisame x transmasc reader? thanks!

OMG first request thank you, also trans representation, we love that. Sorry if I get it wrong this isn't usually what I read.

Warnings: smut, NSFW, Kisame has 2 dicks, he puts both dicks inside, doggy style, anal fingering, anal sex, pretty much it, Trans man reader

Word count: 771

Notes: sorry if this is utter shit it's my first one, please don't be to mean unless I deserve it, then give me hell.

"Y/n I'm home!" Kisame yells as he opens the door to the small apartment you own with him. He walks through the hall and sees you in the kitchen cleaning the dishes. He walks up to again and screams "Y/n, I'm home" he sees you swaying from side to side, he realizes you're listening to music, probably (insert favorite song).

You feel strong arms gripping you from behind. Immediately you realize it was your boyfriend Kisame. You take the earbuds out and set them on the counter. Kisame turns you around, so you're face to face with his arms around your hips. "I've missed you" he admits. You laugh "it has only been half a day." "Yeah but being in the Akatsuki can be such a bitch sometimes." You wrapped your arms around his neck and gently kiss him. You're stunned as you feel his arms lift you up bridal style and carries you to the bedroom all the while still holding the kiss with you.

As he carries you both to the bedroom, he begins to attack your neck with all kinds of love bites and kisses. He stops right in the hallway to completely focus on your neck. He starts at your throat but then eases down to your collarbone. You moan delight as he ravages your neck. "God, I could just eat you up." he says between kisses. You can only manage to moan as he finally begins to walk towards the bedroom. Not that you don't love when he kisses you but like come on let's get to him blowing your back out.

Near right after he enters your shared bedroom, he immediately plops you onto the bed. He stands there for a little while, just soaking up all of your beauty. Finally, Kisame goes on top of you with his knee between your legs and arms caging you in. "Can't believe these are still off." he refers to your clothes; and just like that he rips your shirt and shorts to shreds. "Sorry, but I just can't control myself." "Dear God just shove those shark dicks in me already." you say, exasperated. "Your wish is my command love." he says as he rips your boxers off. "I know you want you are needy right now, but I don't want to literally rip you out." you just groan in response; all the sudden you feel Kisame flip you over and shove 2 thick fingers into your ass. "Oh my Kisame, a warning would have been nice" you say while also moaning like fucking crazy. The fingers inch their way into your ass, and right when he puts them all the way in, he pumps them impossibly fast. You moan as loud as one person can as his fingers impale you from behind. Sadly, he pulls them out, but as they say, one door closes another one opens, except in this case one door opens and 2 much bigger doors open.

The thing you've all been waiting for. He takes his shirt and pants off. Next, he pulls out his two luscious, beautiful, humongous, amazing, fantastic, spermerific cocks. You begin to crawl up to him and put the top one in your mouth, "Not this time Y/N, I need to be inside you now." "Fine by me." He gets behind you as you set yourself up on your hands and legs and whispers, "If I hurt you to badly then-" "I know, I know, say Cinnamon" You state. He grips your hips and, to your surprise, PUTS BOTH OF HIS COCKS INSIDE YOU. You scream out in pain and pleasure as he goes in inch by inch. "Do you want me to pull out?" he questions, his voice a little shaky. "Don't you dare!" You answer. It was after you say that is when he bottoms out. He leans in, his chest on your back and states "I'm going to start to move now, okay." "Just fuckin do it already!" you moan out.

He Finally starts to plunge his dicks into you slowly. "Please go faster~" "As you wish." he calmly states before plunging at a sloppy and quick rhythm. He fucks you as quick as he can. He begins to find a steady pace. He somehow rams into even more at an even quicker pace. Your scream and moan your heart out.

Eventually, you both feel your heavenly releases "Every time we fuck is better that the last." "For real" you both share a long breathless laugh. Kisame then wraps his strong arms around you and pulls you closer to him.

AND THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER

sorry for how long this took to finish, I absolutely hated writing on my phone so I literally got a lap top just to type fan fiction. You're fucking welcome Charles

#kisame smut #kisame x reader smut #smut #x reader smut #x reader #reader #fluff ig

[noctumbra]

❝princess❞

summary ─ “honey,” bucky growled, and then moaned. you felt your walls clench around him because of his voice tone.

pairing ─ bodyguard!bucky barnes x shy!reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, public sex, language, fingering, riding

a/n ─ here we go with the first day lol i hope i can follow it till the end of the month sfjkdshf hope you liked it! please leave a comment if you did! 

KINKTOBER DAY ONE: bodyguard!bucky + shy!reader + public sex + praise kink

He was standing by your side in his all-black suit and looking both dangerous and sexy. Your father had assigned Bucky to you tonight, claiming that he was the only bodyguard under his command that he trusted with you completely.

“Do you know that the time?” You asked Bucky quietly. You weren’t a party girl and Stark’s party was a little too much for you. You had to show yourself, though, so you were to stay at least an hour.

“It’s half past ten, honey,” Bucky answered, just as quiet. The times he called you by your real name was so rare, but you liked it when he called you ‘honey’. It always made you feel like you were something special to him, something that he treasures very dearly. You smiled at him as in thanks and sipped your cherry coke.

In addition to your not-a-party-girl shtick, you also disliked alcohol. The bitter taste of it always drove you away from it, not that you haven’t tasted. One day you got curious and asked Bucky, and Bucky helped you to soothe your curiosity. You got drunk but you didn’t mind because you had Bucky with you.

“How long do I have to stay?” You whined a little. You could feel the walls were closing in on you slowly. Bucky smiled at you softly.

“Tony hasn’t showed up yet,” he informed you, and you whined again. Because the main reason you were at this party tonight was to see Tony. “He likes to take his time when it comes to the parties, honey, you know that.”

“I wanna go home,” you pouted. “It’s too crowded and I don’t know anyone in here,” then your eyes found your big, walking muscle mass of a bodyguard, “except you.” Bucky grinned cheekily at you. You leaned against him, head resting on his shoulder, you continued to nurse your coke.

Twenty minutes or so later, the room got even more crowded. So much so that you were literally plastered on Bucky’s front and took a couple steps back with him. You heard Bucky grunt, annoyed, and felt his hand grabbing your waist. He pulled you back, away from the people.

“I don’t like you being in a crowd like this,” he grumbled, continuing to pulling you back. A couple seconds later, you were at the corner of the room, away from the crowd; the corner was dark, shadowed by the lights. Bucky was behind you, holding onto your waist still. Your tense body had relaxed against his a short while ago; his body heat coaxing you into his embrace.

Bucky helped you sit down on the couch right behind him, helped you get comfortable on his lap. “There you go,” he murmured to your ear,” you relax, honey. We’ll wait for Tony here.” You hummed appreciatively.

“You’re the best, did ya know that?” You looked at him. His blue eyes bored into your gently, lovingly even. You shivered. Placing your hand on his smooth jaw, your thumb stroked his cheekbone. “I like having you by my side wherever I go. You don’t make things hard for me. Thanks, James,” you whispered. Bucky smiled. You always called him James whenever you meant something you said to him. He leaned into your touch, still smiling.

Instead of answering verbally, Bucky leaned in and kissed you. You hummed into the kissed; the hand on his jaw tightened its hold and you moved to straddle him fully. His arms wrapped themselves around your waist in a possessive manner. His lips moving onto yours expertly, you felt loved. Bucky always made you feel loved. You moaned and threw your arms around his neck, wrapping them around it. His hands moved from your waist to your thighs, and he squeezed the soft skin there gently. Then, his fingers started to play with the hem of your dress, teasing and making you shiver with the anticipation.

“James…” you moaned silently. Your delicious sounds were only for him, and Bucky growled, loving the thought. Hands moving upwards, sneaking under your dress, Bucky’s fingers stroked your clothed core. You shivered violently because of the feather-like touches he left on your core. Tightening your hold around his neck, you gasped as he slid two fingers inside your panties.

“Mmmm,” he hummed approvingly, “so wet for me.” You shivered again and leaned down to kiss him so that your loud moans wouldn’t be heard. Bucky crooked his fingers, trailing them from top to bottom, his knuckles brushing against your clit. You gasped into his mouth, thighs tightening around his waist.

“I love how sensitive you’re, honey,” Bucky rasped. You wiggled on his lap, trying to get him to move his fingers, use them on you ─ something. Understanding what you were trying to do, Bucky chuckled darkly. Without a warning, he slipped his fingers in you with one smooth slide. You cried out but the sound got drowned by the music blasting through the speakers. “You feel so tight around my fingers, baby, can’t imagine how you’d feel around my cock,” Bucky whispered in your ear.

“Bucky,” you whined, and he laughed.

“Now you’re talking, honey,” he started to move his fingers in and out of you slowly, causing your belly clench with every drag of his knuckles against your soft walls. Gasping, you put your hands on his chest and pushed him away.

“Not here, people might see,” you murmured, cheeks burning with the thought of it. Bucky smirked. His fascinating blue eyes were sparkling with mischief. “No,” you disagreed, “not here. Bucky, no.”

“Bucky yes,” he grinned. “Do you really think I’d let anyone see my best girl writhing on my lap while drowning in the pleasure I give her? You think I’d let them hear your delicious moans? Honey,” he fondly chuckled, his fingers were assaulting your pussy mercilessly. “You’re wrong if you think I’d let them live after seeing or hearing you like that.”

Your body felt like a live-wire, all endings were open and recipient to the pleasure only he could give you. Bucky kissed your neck, fingers still inside of you. “Relax, baby. I got you,” he whispered against your pulse. Eyes closed, head thrown back, you did as he said. You always did as he said. “That’s good, baby. That’s a good girl.”

You keened under the praise, body feeling extra hot because of those words. Bucky licked a flat line from your collarbone to your ear, biting down the sensitive skin there. You moaned. Your fingers were quick to find their way into his hair. He grunted against your skin when you pulled on them a little too harsh.

He wasn’t late to get his revenge; his fingers started to move faster, deeper, and he crooked them just right. Fully aware of stroking right over your sweet spot, Bucky hummed and his thumb found your clit. Your hand, shaped into a fist, pulled on his hair again, baring his throat to your hungry eyes this time.

“Bucky, fuck,” you moaned, but cut yourself off quickly. There were people around for God’s sake, what if they heard you? You whined pitifully, wiggling on Bucky’s lap, unsure.

“Sweetheart,” Bucky grunted, “I’ll make them forget. Stop worrying, baby.” He kissed your jaw, cheek, and his lips found yours again. Bucky was a master at making you forget things while kissing him. This time wasn’t different.

As soon as his lips touched yours, you forgot that you were at a very crowded party; sitting on your bodyguard’s lap, kissing him passionately while his fingers were deep inside of you, dancing on their master’s rhythm. Bucky groaned. He pulled fingers out of you, ignoring your protest. Unzipping his pants, Bucky pulled out his cock and lined it up.

“Bucky!” You exclaimed. You could handle fingering, but… this? “We can be seen!” Bucky just shook his head and captured your lips yet again. Moaning, whining, desperately trying to push him away; you finally gave in as he slid into you. Both of you sighed with the sensation.

“Honey,” Bucky growled, and then moaned. You felt your walls clench around him because of his voice tone. “Fuck, baby, you’re so tight. You feel so good around me, mm.” You felt a lick of hot flame hugging your body with his words, and you moaned. “Move, baby. C’mon, show me how you pleasure yourself.” Feeling the shyness creeping in again, you refused to move for a couple seconds. “I said ‘move’, sweetheart,” Bucky repeated his previous words with more command in his voice this time.

Swallowing, you rose on your knees slightly. The slow drag of his cock in your pussy made you want to scream, but you knew you couldn’t. You didn’t want to be seen nor heard, so you had to keep quiet. You bit down on your lip and sank down on him again.

“Yeah,” Bucky groaned, “just like that, princess.” His hands stroked your thighs, squeezing them gently. You mewled, quickening your motions. You leaned forward a bit so that you could hide your face in Bucky’s shoulder. Bucky grabbed your ass underneath your dress. The rapid in and out motions, his cock hitting that spot with every thrust were too much. You could feel yourself tightening more and more with each thrust, you knew you were close.

“Bucky─” You gasped. Bucky helped you by thrusting up. You bit his neck in order to keep your scream in. Bucky groaned. His hands grabbed your ass harder.

“Yes, princess. I know you’re close,” he groaned again. “Let go, baby. You did so good, let go for me.” He kissed your neck. “C’mon, princess, be a good girl and come.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, face still hiding in his shoulder, you came with your teeth clamped on his neck again. You walls tightened around his cock, belly cramping with the intensity of your orgasm. You heard Bucky snarl, felt his hips moving faster beneath you. After a handful of thrusts, Bucky came, spilling deep inside you. You whimpered when you felt his come leaking already.

“Fuck, princess,” he chuckled. You smiled. You always loved making him feel good.

“Did I do good?” You asked him with a small voice. He pulled one of his hands off your ass and stroked your hair.

“Yes, sweetheart. You were so good, did everything I said,” he kissed your cheek, “You made me feel so good, baby. I’m proud of you.” You felt your cheeks burn and wiggled on his lap, also feeling very satisfied with yourself.

You lifted your head and kissed him on the lips chastely. “Like I said before,” you murmured, “you’re the best, Bucky.” Bucky smiled.

“You’re the best, too, babydoll,” he booped you on the nose and kissed you back.

The party was lost and forgotten by you long time ago.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes au #bodyguard!bucky #bodyguard!bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #kinktober 2020

[spiderlilyserendipity]

Obviously, pretty!

JJK x female reader

Tags: established relationship, rainy day sex, washing dishes together, soft domestic things yk, probably the most vanilla smut i’ve ever written on this account hahaha thank u for cleansing my mind with ur request anon, forehead kisses, i didn’t need to tag that but i Needed to tag that u feel me?

Warnings: none

WC: 2137

If there’s anything you know about your boyfriend, it’s that if he can’t go to the gym, he will pout all day.

After going too hard in dance practice, Jungkook ends up too sore to go to the gym one day. His trainer must’ve heard from the choreographer that Jungkook overdid himself, which is why Jungkook’s trainer told him their session for today was cancelled.

“What am I supposed to dooo if I can’t work out on my day off!” Jungkook complains, wrapping his arms around your waist as you wash dishes.

“You could help your wife clean the house.” You joke, knowing it’s your turn to wash dishes anyway since Jungkook made breakfast (or rather brunch) this morning.

You feel Jungkook smile, his cheek fluffing up where it’s pressed against yours. His face gets a little hot whenever you call yourself his wife, but you know he likes it. The two of you are college sweethearts, starting to date in secret shortly after meeting in first year. Fast forward six years and everything has changed. Your doe-eyed college boyfriend is no longer just an idol but part of the most successful band in the world. And not only that, he’s getting a master’s in business, a slightly confusing decision but one that you respect nonetheless.

You yourself have changed, too. You’re now a business woman, working in a skyscraper in Seoul, and doing considerably well for being only two years out of college. You make good money, and Jungkook does too, and you share this high-rise apartment together. Every year, you and Jungkook sneak away to Busan at least once or twice to meet his parents and your own parents have already begun asking when they’re getting grandchildren. So it’s safe to say it’ll only be a matter of time until Jungkook puts a ring on it anyway.

No one knows, but that’s what makes it special.

“Can’t do that.” Jungkook answers, pretending like your flirting didn’t affect him.

You smile as you rinse another plate off. “Why’s that?”

“It’s raining. If I do work while it rains I’ll get sleepy.” Jungkook pouts.

You laugh, rinsing a cloth under the tap and putting it in his hand. “Go wipe down the stovetop. It should be cold by now.”

Obediently, Jungkook lets go of you to do as you said. But you realize he hasn’t let the joke go when he pouts at you. “Okay, work done. Let’s go lay down.”

“Baby, you’ve literally done concerts in the rain.” You tell him.

“I don’t even do concerts. I’m a business major.” Jungkook lies unconvincingly, his cheeks turning pink. You giggle, finishing up the last of the dishes.

“Fine, you big baby. Let’s go lay down.” You take his hand and lead him back to the bedroom. Jungkook shuts the door behind you. You take off the sweatshirt you were wearing to wash dishes (one of Jungkook’s), tossing it aside.

“Babe, that’s not neat!” Jungkook insists, but you whirl around and quiet him with a long kiss.

“You didn’t ask me to come here to do our laundry, Jungkookie. You and I both know that.” You tell him. Jungkook bites his lip, looking at your pretty lips.

“I guess that’s true.” He grins, and you grin back.

You wrap your arms around his neck and Jungkook leans down, picking you up into his arms with ease. You wrap your legs around his waist as he bounces you in place slightly, hands cupping your ass softly. You love many things about Jungkook, but you especially love how special he makes you feel each time.

Jungkook lays you down like a newlywed bride, pressing soft kisses on your cheeks, forehead, even your nose.

You giggle at him and he smiles down at you, warm and safe and entirely Jungkook. “I love you.” You whisper, stroking your thumb along his cheekbone, admiring that little scar on his cheek for the millionth time.

“Not as much as I love you.” Jungkook says, laying himself down on top of you and starting to kiss you again, this time with more passion.

“Hhh, Jungkook.” You whimper, tangling a hand in his hair.

When you separate this time, Jungkook sits up to take off his shirt. You run your hand down his sculpted abdomen, over his sweet, pretty waist and his toned stomach. You sit up to kiss along his chest, making him hiss as you make love marks in places his shirt will cover. No one knows, except you two. And you love it like that.

Jungkook tucks his hands under the light tank top you’re wearing, making you gasp at how cold his hands are. Jungkook laughs under his breath at your reaction. “I told you rainy days are bad for me.”

“Well that’s why I’m here to warm you up.” You joke, which makes Jungkook giggle.

“What would I do without you?” He says exaggeratedly, but his eyes tell you he means it. With that, Jungkook begins kissing along your neck as he works your tank top up. Since it’s just the two of you, you seldom wear a bra around the house. You moan as Jungkook pulls the tank top over your head, then in one swift motion presses you down into the bed.

Jungkook slots his thigh between your legs as he starts kissing you lower. He licks and bites gently at your nipples, making you writhe in pleasure. You watch through half-lidded eyes as he makes love marks on the tops of your breasts and around them, kissing down your stomach to your shorts.

He glances up at you for consent, and you nod.

He pulls your shorts and panties off in one clean movement, tossing them to the side despite having just told you to be neater. You grin at Jungkook’s eagerness, but the smile slides off your face when Jungkook wraps his lips around your clit.

Slowly, Jungkook gets you wetter and wetter until your inner thighs are shiny with arousal. Only when you’re whimpering does Jungkook insert his fingers into you, one to ease you and then a second to stretch you. Even after all this time, Jungkook pays special attention to your body.

He’s so slow and gentle today that you actually get a bit needy. “Jungkookie.” You sigh. Jungkook sits up, knowing that you’re already close.

“I know, baby. You’re doing so well.” Jungkook praises, kissing you all over, down your neck and along your collarbone. You watch as Jungkook takes his sweats and underwear off, then grabs a bottle of lube from the bedside drawer. You stopped using condoms when you moved in together (around two years ago) since you’re on birth control. Jungkook always has you ready to take him after some foreplay, but he’s told you he dislikes doing it without lube.

You watch Jungkook lube himself up, then align himself to your entrance. He places one palm on the side of your waist, kissing you quickly on the forehead. “Ready?” He checks with you again. You nod.

You pant quietly as Jungkook enters, both from arousal and his size. It has been years since you did this together for the first time, but Jungkook’s size is always a surprise to you somehow. You like to be stubborn and say you don’t need lube to take him, but you both know you’d need at least a bit for his size.

You pull him in even closer, burying his head in your shoulder. As he bottoms out, you moan his name quietly.

Jungkook smirks, knowing he has you in the palm of his hand. You pull him in for a kiss, this one full of tongue and passion. Jungkook feels your desperation and lets you have control for a moment, just to let you burn off steam. But then, he’s angling his head in and pressing you into the pillow, and you don’t stand a chance under how good he’s making you feel.

“Baby, I need it.” You beg breathlessly. Jungkook smiles faintly at your shyness to say the word “come” in bed, even after all this time.

“Need what, baby?” He teases you, knowing full well you’ll never use dirty talk unless he pushes you to that point. You whine at his teasing. Jungkook kisses your shoulder. “I’m kidding. I know my pretty girl is too shy for words like that.”

“I’m not shy!” You protest shyly. “We-We’re having sex right now! I’m not shy at all!”

Jungkook snorts. “Great observation, genius. Any other amazingly dirty comments?”

You’re starting to squirm under Jungkook’s intense gaze, knowing you always lose at this game. “I want to have a baby!” You announce.

Jungkook laughs. “Give me time to buy a ring at least.”

You’re shocked. “Really?” You ask, eyes wide like someone who Christmas came early for.

Jungkook flicks your nipple with one hand, making you cry out. “Obviously, pretty.” He says confidently, making you think he’s thought about it before. You blush and Jungkook looks at you like you’re an angel he’s captured in his own hands. “Now if you’re done being raunchy and nasty, can we get off? My hips were already sore but having a conversation in this position is even worse than the gym.”

“Baby!” You gasp, scandalized.

Jungkook pretends to look scandalized too. “I said let me buy a ring first!”

You groan into his shoulder, knowing he won again. Jungkook laughs, then starts to pick up the pace of his thrusts.

You let out little strings of moans and pants as Jungkook continues to fill you up and make you feel good. You wrap your arms around Jungkook’s back, holding him close as he fucks into you. You tilt your head back and close your eyes at the pleasure. All you hear are Jungkook’s moans and the rain falling outside your window. At one moment, you wonder if it’s cold out, but then you realize it doesn’t matter. You’re warmer than anything else in Jungkook’s strong arms.

“J-Jungkook--” You feel the pleasure building, about to come.

“I know, baby.” Jungkook says, laying you down all the way again and holding you under his weight as he picks up his pace. Jungkook looks at you, watching your face tighten at every euphoric thrust. “Doing so well baby, almost there. Fuck, my pretty girl.” He showers you in praise and kisses, words falling from his mouth so fast you know he isn’t filtering any of his thoughts at the moment. You love that too, you love everything about him.

Finally, Jungkook’s hips begin to stutter, and he reaches down to rub your clit. You arch your back as you come, Jungkook filling you up shortly after. As you come down from your highs, Jungkook rolls over onto his side, still inside you. He spoons you, tugging the covers on top for a quiet moment.

You find it surprising since Jungkook is quite fussy about cleanliness, wanting to get you in the shower and to air out the room relatively soon after sex. But today he doesn’t even slip his cock out of you, choosing to be nestled deep inside you. It feels warm, but you like it.

“K-Kookie. Why aren’t we getting cleaned up?” You ask.

Jungkook smiles at your tone with his eyes closed. “If you want to get pregnant we have to keep the come inside, don’t we?” He says. You smack his arms which are wrapped around your waist, making him chuckle.

Jungkook cranes his head to make eye contact with you. You look at his sweaty bangs which Jungkook pushed back from his face near the end but fell back onto his forehead messily anyway. It’s the most beautiful sight you know. “Just kidding. I’m just tired today. We’ll shower after resting for a bit, unless you don’t like this.”

You realize now that Jungkook must truly be exhausted from work yesterday. You cup his face, stroking it quietly. “I don’t… hate it.” You admit.

Jungkook’s eyes darken. “Watch your words, pretty girl.” He warns you. “I only have so much self-control and your dad will beat my ass if I get you pregnant without putting a ring on it.”

“Do you really have to go and mention my dad right now?” You whine. “And anyway, no one can beat your ass. You’re 6 feet of solid muscle and have a sleeve tattoo, no one would try.”

Jungkook laughs. “Okay fair, no more mentioning my father-in-law from now on.” He says, making you groan in complaint again. Jungkook smiles fondly at you. “But you know I meant that, right? I want to marry you someday and have kids and all that. I don’t know when, since you and I are so busy, but maybe when things slow down we can. Okay?”

You snort. “Obviously, pretty!"

#bts smut #bts fics #bts x reader #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x oc #jungkook fic #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut

[forever-rogue]

Worship

Summary | Sex with Bucky comes in a variety of flavors, but sometimes it's all about the connection and intimacy.

Pairing | Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3.6k

Warnings | language, smut - oral (f receiving), piv, body worship - 18+ only, minors DNI

Masterlists | Bucky, Main

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Hey Sugar,” Bucky’s voice was low and raspy as soon as he walked in through the door and dropped his bag onto the floor. He spotted you on the couch, working on something on your laptop as you had something mindless playing in the background. Bucky felt lighter than he had in days as you gave him the sweetest smile before slamming your laptop shut, tossing it to the side, and running over to him.

“Bub!” you threw your arms around his neck before jumping in his arms. Bucky picked you up with almost no effort and spun you around as you buried your face into his neck. He slowly set you down before grinning at you and cradling your face in his hands and pulling you in for a slow, gentle kiss, “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too,” he whispered as his hands found your waist and he just watched you, grounding himself in your presence. you reached up and put your hand on his face, swiping your thumb over his cheek as you studied him. His ocean eyes softened as he was once again reminded of how much he loved you, “nothing’s better than getting to come home to you.”

“What about coming home to me and fresh baked chocolate chip cookies?” you raised an eyebrow as he immediately turned to go and look into the kitchen. He spied the foil covered plate as you just laughed at him, “welcome home, James. I love you.”

“I love you,” he whispered as he stole another saccharine kiss from your lips, “you are so beautiful.”

“You’re not too bad yourself, Sarge,” you playfully swatted his chest, feeling a flush of warmth well up in your cheeks, “don’t look at me like that, James.”

“Let me make love to you,” he asked as he ran a hand down your spine, letting it rest just above the curve of your bum, “let me show you how much I love you.”

“James,” his name got caught in your throat as you just nodded before looking at him with wide, innocent eyes, “please.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Bucky crashed his lips onto yours, soft and gentle, but still hungry and needy at the same time. He cradled the back of your head as he held you close to him, his lips never leaving yours as you both grew breathless. Once you were dizzied from his touch, practically drunk from his taste, he rested his forehead against yours before scooping you up in his arms and carrying you towards the bedroom. 

He opened the door slowly and laid you gently on the big bed, on top of the soft duvet. You sighed wistfully as you laid against the soft pillows and watched him closely. He had literally just gotten home and he was already thinking of you and only you. What a man.

Tugging at the hem of his tight black t-shirt, Bucky quickly pulled it off and tossed it to the side, allowing you to freely stare at him. You bit your lip to hold back any sounds as you watched him repeat the process with his jeans, leaving him in only his tight boxer-briefs. How was anyone allowed to be this handsome? 

“I know what you’re thinking, sugar,” he whispered softly as you stuck your tongue out at him, “but tonight is about you. Let me love you.”

Before you could respond, he sat at the foot of the bed, next to your still clothed body. A large hand rested on your calf, as stroked his thumb over the soft fabric of your pajama pants. His eyes never left yours as he leaned over and pressed soft kisses to your leg. It was just such a small, but intimate gesture that caused a shiver to run up your spine. 

“James,” you swallowed the lump in your throat as he watched you like you had hung the moon and stars. He’d looked at you that same way from the day he’d met you until now. This man was whipped for you.

“I like these,” he pulled at the drawstring of your silly little cartoon Star Wars pants as your breath hitched in your throat, “but I think they’d look even better off. May I?”

“Yes,” you lifted your bum ever so slightly to assist him in pulling them off. His touch was gentle and feather-light as he tugged the pants off your legs and tossed them onto the floor along with his clothes. The situation was almost laughable; he’d come home while you were in silly pajama bottoms, old granny panties, and maybe the rattiest t-shirt you had but he was still looking at you as though you were the personification of beauty itself. 

“You’re thinking much too loudly,” he whispered as a hand rested on your hip, rubbing gentle circles on your soft skin, “despite what you’re thinking and no matter what you’re wearing, you are still the most beautiful thing in this world. “

He played with the waistband of your panties, eyes seeking yours for permission to pull them down, which you easily granted. They quickly joined the growing pile as you watched him with a sweet smile. Bucky pushed your legs apart lightly, settling in between them as he ran his hands, one soft and warm and one cool and firm up and down your skin. He was taking you in, reminding himself of how soft and gentle you were, how opposite of him. You were so soft, and delicate, essentially at his mercy but you trusted him completely - loved him. It was still something that shocked him to no end. 

Slowly bending over, he trailed a line of kisses up your legs, alternating between left and right before stopping just before reaching the apex of our thighs. He grinned at you before pressing a kiss to your hips and pushing up your t-shirt. You could help the small giggle that escaped your lips as he wiggled his eyebrows at you before you leaned up and let him peel the shirt from your frame. Bucky pulled you towards his face and slowly kissed you, a deep, passionate thing as he licked your lips to gain access to your mouth. You moaned into his mouth as you gave him access and let him take control. Like most things, Bucky did everything thoroughly and kissing you was no exception. 

Even after all the time you had been together, it was enough to make your toes curl and butterflies erupt in your stomach as you memorized every touch, taste, and feel. It was like you were still falling in love with him all over again every single day. 

“James,” his name was like a sacred whisper flowing from your lips as you laid back down and let him loom over you. He lifted his vibranium hand, hesitating for just a moment before you nodded lightly, taking his hand and placing it on your cheek. Bucky’s heart felt like it was fit to burst with the trust you put in him; you’d never once hesitated or showed any signs of fear when it came to black and gold metal arm. You’d loved on it and him, many times before, reminding him that it was nothing to be ashamed or scared of, it was just a part of him. 

“Look at you,” he whispered as stroked your cheek as you just keened into his touch, “my girl. You are all the best parts of me.”

“And you are my everything,” you pressed a kiss to the palm of his hand before sighing contentedly. He leaned down and kissed your lips before slowly moving to your jaw and down your neck before stopping at your collarbones. He nuzzled his nose against your skin, inhaling your warm scent before you felt him smile. He swiped his nose against your pulse point before lightly nipping at tender skin and pressing kisses to both of your shoulders, “such a tease!”

“No,” he promised, “I’m just taking my sweet time with you, sugar.”

“Mhmm,” you bit back a delicate moan as his mouth found your breast, his tongue swirling around your nipple as you arched into his touch. His other hand massaged your other breast as you reached for his free hand, lacing your fingers together. Bucky took his sweet time, lavishing attention to both breasts, leaving you breathless and aching for his touch between your legs. 

Bucky made sure to leave plenty of gentle love-bites across your skin that would color you in constellations of purples and pinks for days. Everyone would know you were his, and you would probably display them as you normally did. 

He lifted your arm and trailed his lips from your wrist to your shoulder, mapping out each little mark, freckle, and scar with love from his lips. Your eyes fluttered closed as you let his touch overwhelm your senses and drown you in love. It was quiet, with the only sounds being the soft evening breeze rustling the curtains and the sound of your soft moans followed by his lips mapping out your skin. 

His soft touch stopped at your shoulder before he proceeded the same on your other arm. There was something so gentle and intimate about this; the silence but sweetness of him loving on every part of you. Sex with Bucky was always good, in whatever flavor it came in. Some days it was rough and needy, fast and hard, and some days it was gentle and sweet. But there were the days when it was just so slow and loving - it wasn’t about the end result or finishing at all even, it was all about the love and affection you held for one another. There was nothing but the need to be together, holding each other closely. Some days that was enough more than enough. There were a lot of things in the world that left you confused and doubtful, but the one thing you never doubted was Bucky’s love or devotion to you. 

“I love you,” he trailed his soft, plush lips across your collarbones before stopping at the hollow of your throat, “my sweetest girl. Light of my life.”

“Silly man,” you giggled as you pulled him up for a kiss to your lips, carding a hand through his dark locks as you lightly scratched at his scalp, “I love you more than life itself.”

“I know that despite all the horrible things I was forced to do, I did something right,” he brushed the hair away from your face and smiled at you, “I did something right - I got you.”

Your mouth opened slightly as you looked at him in pure awe. Even after all this time, this man still made you feel like nothing else in this world mattered besides you. Before you could even attempt to rebut his declaration, he gently straddled your waist as he sat back and admired you.

His eyes were dark with list, but not of the animalistic kind, but the yearning, gentle kind. He was surprisingly light for a man of his size and stature and his touch feather light as he ghosted his fingers over your body.

"Beautiful," he whispered more to himself than anything else as he lavished your ribs and tummy with more love. You swore that his plush lips grazed over every inch of your skin. It was the best feeling you could ever imagine and you wished you could spend an eternity like this, “I wish you could see yourself the way I do.”

“And what about you?” you replied softly as you touched his cheek, “my love.”

His large hands gripped your hips before he sat back on his haunches and looked at you for permission to continue. You gave him a soft nod before he slotted himself between your thighs as he tenderly massaged your soft flesh. Slowly bringing his warm hand between your legs, he dragged a finger through your already soaked folds, listening to the way your breathing changed with each little touch. Bucky was being slow and deliberate with each movement, wanting to make this feel as good as possible for you. 

His deft finger circled your sensitive bud, encouraging you to let our moans be heard, to never hold back how you were feeling with him. Once you had slowly started to move your hips in time with his ministrations, he slipped a finger inside your entrance, causing you to gasp lightly in surprise. Bucky beamed at how responsive you were to his touch, whispering soft praise against your chest as he leaned down to kiss you. Only when he was sure you were ready did he add another finger in, curling them both perfectly to just hit your spot. You were biting down on your lip to keep from crying out at the feeling but he just nuzzled his nose against your neck, “c’mon baby, let me hear you. Want to hear all your pretty little sounds.”

You let go as he kissed along your neck, leaving soft little hickies for the world to see. He adored you; the way your mouth fell open in a small little o and your eyes were half lidded as you looked back at him. You were so fucked out and he’s barely touched you.

“Can I taste you?” he asked as he slowly pulled his hand away from your cunt, leaving you to whimper at the loss of feeling his fingers. He reached for your hand with his vibranium one and entwined your fingers together, bringing them to rest above his heart so you feel its steady rhythm. He let it rest there for a few moments as you let the strong beat ground you in reality before he pressed a small kiss to each finger. You watched him in awe as he settled himself between your legs, and you could already feel his warm breath fanning over your dripping cunt.

He wasted no time in diving in, licking a stripe up your wet folds and lapping up all of your juices. His hands had slipped under your backside and were delicately massaging your bum as he ate you like a man starving. The man was talented with his fingers but with just his mouth, he was able to perform pure magic. He alternated between liking and sucking at your sensitive clit, making you card a hand through his dark hair as you moaned his name. You could feel smirking against you as his tongue dived into your entrance, causing your eyes to almost roll back in your head. 

You reached down and pressed his face against you, wanting to feel all of him at once as the tight coil in your belly continued to grow and grow. He stopped for a moment, resting his head on your thigh as he watched you with soft lidded eyes. You looked so beautiful as you slowly came undone. You opened your eyes and stuck your tongue out at him before the two of you burst into a fit of laughter. You’d known, for a long time really, that what you had with Bucky was real and true when you’d have moments of silliness during such intimate moments. 

“God, you’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” he breathed softly before trailing wet kisses to the inside of your thigh and on your mound. You made a small sound of content as he ghosted his mouth over your cunt, offering you a few more wet, sloppy kisses to where you needed him most. 

“And you’re so good at that,” you put your hand on the back of his neck as you pulled up towards your face. His lips and stubble were glistening with your slick, the sweet nectar that he could never seem to get enough of. You pulled him down and offered him sloppy, needy kisses of your own, savoring the taste of yourself on his tongue, “I want to feel you, James. Want you to come with me.”

“You sure?”

“Mhmm,” you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled down to your aching cunt, grinding your hips against his hardness. He groaned, the sound seeping deep into your soul at the friction his body was craving, “want you to feel good too, baby.”

“Always thinkin’ of me,” he hastily reached down and discarded his boxers, leaving you both finally naked and grinning at each other.

“Of course,” reaching between your warm bodies, you pumped his hard, weeping cock a few times before lining him up at your entrance, “I happen to love you, silly man.”

“I love you,” he whispered as he pushed all the way in, stopping only when he bottomed out. It took a moment to get used to the familiar stretch before you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down against your body. A small whimper left your lips as he started to move slowly, neither of you in a hurry to finish. He buried his face in the crook of your neck as he whispered gentle words against your skin, words meant more for himself than anything else as he felt your walls start to clamp tighter around him with each roll of his hips. You met him move for move as you let him make love to you.

“James,” you whispered softly in his ear as you turned his face towards yours as you kissed him deeply. You felt his cock twitch as you just grinned at him between kisses. You would have done anything to see that smile; it was beautiful and his eyes were soft as he watched you closely, “let go for me, baby. You’ve been so good to me - come on.”

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” his movements started to stutter slightly as his own bliss started to wash over him. The lazy little half smile on your face was enough to make his heart stutter; he was so in love with you, just as you were with him, “you comin’ with me?”

“Always,” you promised softly as your whole body warmed up and you left your release wash over you. Your velvet walls hugged him so tightly that he couldn’t help but come as well, spilling inside you as he moaned into your mouth, “James.”

His hips moved slowly against yours as he worked you both through your orgasms, wanting to relish in the feel of you for as long as he could. He wanted every inch of your skin touching his skin; to him there was almost no better feeling. 

Once he tried to move off of you, you shook your head and made a small nuh uh sound and snaked your arms around his middle, holding him tightly against your body. You both laughed as he kissed your cheek before effortlessly rolling onto his back and pulling you on top of him so he couldn’t crush you. Laying down on top of him, resting your head on his chest as you played absentmindedly with the dog tags he always wore, bringing the cool metal to your lips and kissing them. His heart fluttered at the small, but intimate gesture. 

“You’re going to have to move, sugar,” he whispered as you pouted at him, “lemme clean you up and then I’m all yours.”

“Hurry,” you teased as he slowly pulled out of you, causing you to whine at the loss of him. He quickly came back with a warm washcloth and cleaned the mess between your legs and his before quickly getting back into bed.

“Always take such good care of me,” you threw the blanket over him as you curled up around him, “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You’ll never have to worry about that,” he promised softly as you peppered feather-light kisses of your own against his chest, finding each little freckle and showing it affection. He grinned at your actions before you straddled his waist and looked down at him. You were like heaven above him, looking down and casting him in your light, “you must be an angel.”

“And you must be a fool.”

“A fool for you,” you threw your head back in laughter at his little joke as his hands found purchase on your waist.

“James - Bucky,” you laid back on top of him, making it so you could hear his heart beating in your ear. You took his hand, placing your palm against his as you look at the difference in size before slotting your fingers through his. You studied the black and gold vibranium of his arm before ghosting your lips over where flesh met metal. You knew that some days it still caused him pause when he looked at himself, but you’d never once hesitated to touch him or showed any fear towards him, “you are my everything. I love you more than all the moon and stars and then some more.”

“I love you too, sugar,” he wasn’t sure if he’d ever left more calm or relaxed than in that moment. His whole world was right there, on top of him, in his arms. He couldn’t have asked for anything better, “rest now. The world can wait.”

“Promise me something?” 

“Anything.”

“We’ll always have each other - this?”

“Always.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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[bibblelevi]

kitty levi will be ALL over you if you let him roam the house while you have guests over. he particularly doesnt like it when there's men in the house and around you, so he places himself over your lap on the couch or by your legs on the floor, putting his chin on your knee while glaring at them. at first you don't see an issue with it, placing a hand on his head, stroking absentmindedly while you continue conversation.

it's not until one of your male guests comes to sit next to you does he snap--he hisses at them, baring his fangs. at one point you were worried he might lash out to bite them, but before that can happen you apologize profusely and put levi in his room for the rest of the night.

when the party's over and everyone has left, you go to levi's room, finding him laying on his front on the bed, tail swaying while fiddling the corner of a blanket between his fingers. he looks guilty, ears droopy--he knows he should feel guilty. when he hears the door open he looks up at you with nervous eyes as you come to sit on the bed beside him.

"i know you dislike it when i have to share my time with other people, baby, and i'm sorry, but what you did tonight was unacceptable and you know it."

you sigh and hook two fingers under his collar, causing the bell to jingle as you tilt his head up to look at you.

"you know you have to be punished, levi. we have to make sure a stunt like this doesn't happen again."

Warnings for hybrids, pet play, possessive behavior, marking, crying, shibari, cock bondage, anal play (vibrating plug), prostate milking, exhibitionism, bit gag, humiliation, punishment, collar, orgasm delay

Just… Kitty Levi being possessive of his owner. He finds any excuse at all to place his lips over your neck or collarbones, and he sucks. Sometimes he does it really hard, while pawing at your waistband because marking you isn’t enough. He needs to be inside you. He needs to stuff you full, until his come is literally oozing out of your precious hole.

But he has to be put in his place—you’re in charge, after all. And that little stunt he pulled the other night gave off the impression that you weren’t.

So the next time your “guests” are over, you allow Levi to sit by you. Except this time, he’s not hissing or baring his teeth at the next person who decides to chat—he’s too busy burying his flushed face into your leg, hiding the bit gag that keeps him at bay, and concealing the leather collar wrapped around his neck that says your name on it in big bold letters.

Beneath his white shirt is a long length of dark red rope, wrapped around his torso in intricate diamond-shapes, the ropes passing between his ass where a thick plug is stuffed and buzzing teasingly against his prostate. The same colored ropes are woven around his cock, a neat little chastity tie so he doesn’t get too carried away where he’s sat practically on your leg, a roll of his hips away from mewing.

It’s perfect, because you can press the toe of your heel into his swollen balls and he just has to take it.

You card your fingers through his hair and scratch behind his flattened ears absently throughout the night, your touch a gentle reminder that he’s safe with you here, and that this is a lesson.

You keep him frustrated by playing with the speed of the vibrator, too, a reminder of you and your ownership over him caressing and prodding him in nearly every spot.

It’s only when one of your guests tries to touch him, that your entire demeanor changes. Even if it’s just an innocent pet on the head. It’s not for them. Levi isn’t theirs.

The night wraps up after that, and Levi remains on the couch, now apologetically squirming, blinking up at you through teary eyes while he whines an apology into the gag. He knows who he belongs to now. He knows his place. But he needs something.

“You were so good for me tonight,” you praise him, already sliding off his trousers. You unbutton his shirt next, exposing all the crossings of dark red, your hand traveling downwards until you can encompass his bound cock in your cupped palm. You tug on the end of the rope, delighted to watch it unravel, and his cock jump up, glowing from beads of precome.

“My good boy,” you sigh contentedly. You pump him slowly, and turn up the vibrator in his ass. The leash that dangles between his chest is wrapped several times around your hand, and you pull him forward. “I love you. You’re mine. All fucking mine. Nod your head and say you understand.”

He gurgles out an “I understand” through the bit gag, his body shaking and tensing as a powerful climax washes through him. He comes ribbons over his pelvis, the vibrator still thrumming against his prostate, left on so he can continue to be milked as you coo in his ear and stroke his hair.

#something about being possessive over kitty levi #he needs to be protected at all costs #Levi thirsts #Kitty Levi <3

[homoose]

Quick Learner, Slow Lover: Part II

Summary: Literally just a 40 Year Old Virgin AU. This time, reader shows Spencer a whole new world of possibilities. 

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Category: smut, 18 + (minors DNI)

Warnings/Includes: oral (both receiving), fingering, I think that’s it actually

Word count: 4.3k

a/n: Huge thanks to all the babies on my sideblog @softspence for helping with the inspiration for this one, and @gubetube​ for being my beta! ♥️ virgin!Spence is near and dear to my heart.

Series Masterlist

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After their first escapade, Spencer was called away on a case in southern California. A week into the BAU’s investigation in the desert didn’t have them any closer to solving it, and the team retreated to their respective hotel rooms for a few hours of rest. The second his head hit the pillow, Spencer’s phone was out and dialing. 

She picked up on the third ring, stifling a yawn. “Hi.”

“Hi. Sorry it’s so late,” he apologized. 

“It’s okay.” He could hear her snuggling down under the covers. “I miss you.”

“I miss you, too.” He brought one of the hotel pillows closer, cuddling up against it and letting out a sigh. “I was thinking we could go to that new restaurant around the corner from you when I get back to DC.”

“Mmm, yeah, that sounds nice,” she agreed. He heard her sigh a little into the phone, then she continued, “We could also, um— try some more things.”

His head was constantly full of their first night together, and he basically had not stopped thinking about more things since he’d come in his pants on the couch. “Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that.” 

“Good, because the possibilities are endless, Dr. Reid.”

He let his eyes close, let a smile play over his features, and let his mind relax for a second… and then his eyes were shooting open, and his brain was on overdrive, running through the pieces of the case in rapid succession. “I— I think I just figured something out. I— I have to go. I’ll— can I call you later?”

She laughed a little on the other end. “Go save some lives, Spence.”

The team stumbled off the jet less than 24 hours later, exhausted but more than satisfied with the outcome of the case— in large part thanks to Spencer’s late night epiphany. 

“O’Keefe’s for a round?” Luke asked. “First one’s on me.”

There were murmurs of agreement from everyone... except Spencer. “Sorry, guys— rain check,” he called, already halfway across the bullpen and pulling on his jacket. He was through the double doors before anyone could ask any questions. 

He loved the team, and he’d come to enjoy nights out with them, but right now he had more pressing matters to deal with. As he navigated the darkened streets of DC, he considered the predicament he’d found himself in. They were going on two months of official dating, but they’d been sort of seeing each other for nearly a month before that. 

Even before he’d met her, Penelope had gushed about her constantly— a wonderful friend that she’d made through her new job, kind and smart and funny and lovely. What Penelope hadn’t mentioned was how beautiful she was— and he’d subsequently made a fool of himself when they first met: staring and stumbling over his words. 

She hadn’t seemed to mind, and over the course of the evening, she’d proven to be every bit as lovely as Penelope had described, and then some. 

He pulled up outside her apartment, shutting the door and hauling himself and his go-bag out of the car and up the sidewalk. He ran a slightly self conscious hand over his hair, checked his appearance in the glass of the foyer door, and then buzzed her apartment. 

She buzzed him in, and he took the stairs two at a time, rounding the landing just to see her opening the door. The second he dropped his bag, he was wrapping her up in a hug and knocking the breath out of her. She expelled the air into his shoulder and then laughed as he clung to her.

“Well, hello to you, too,” she teased. 

“I missed you,” he murmured, too content to be embarrassed.

Her arms came around him, and she squeezed him tight in response. “I missed you, too.” She held onto him for a moment longer before pulling back. “You must be exhausted. Are you hungry?”

Almost as if on cue, his stomach growled loud enough for them both to hear it. She cackled at his sheepish smile. “Chinese, Indian, or pizza?”

…

An hour later, they were two slices deep and cuddled together on the couch at the end of an episode of Dr. Who. She was tucked under his arm, her warm palm low on his tummy, her thumb rubbing a slow, repetitive path. As the credits rolled, she lifted her head to smile at him. “Tired?”

“A little.” His brain couldn’t focus on anything other than the warmth of her body pressed up against him, her hand so close to where he was desperate for her. He wanted her, but he didn’t know how to ask. “We can… try some things, though,” he decided on.

She brushed his hair back and met his eyes. “We don’t have to. Just because we did, doesn’t mean we’re obligated to every time we’re together.” She tilted her head. “You know that, right?”

He could feel the flush flooding his cheeks immediately, and he dropped his gaze and cleared his throat. “Yeah, of course.” Of course she didn’t want to do anything more with him. He was probably terrible at it before, and she just didn’t want to hurt his feelings. He shifted to stand from the couch, gathering up their plates and turning to bring them to the kitchen, desperate for a minute to collect himself. 

He could feel her eyes on him. “Spence?” He set the plates in the sink, taking a deep breath and then turning to see that she’d followed him. She pressed her lips together, considering him with kind eyes. “You wanna let me in on whatever it is you’re thinking?”

He hesitated, tapping his fingers on the tops of his thighs, before deciding he should just come out with it. “I know I don’t know what I’m doing when it comes to… sex.” The last part came out in a low murmur— it seemed lewd to discuss this in the middle of her kitchen. “I’m sorry it wasn’t very good for you, and I’m not exactly sure how to fix that, but—”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” she chuckled. “Slow your roll. When did I ever say it wasn’t good for me?”

The memory of her— in his lap, her head thrown back, his fingers on her, his name falling from her lips— was suddenly on repeat in his mind. “I, um— I guess you didn’t.” 

“I definitely didn’t,” she confirmed, stepping a little closer. “In fact, I’ve been thinking about it… a lot.”

His eyebrows shot into his hairline. “You have?”

“Mmhmm.” She brought her hand back to his tummy, just above his waistband, then ran it up the line of buttons on his shirt, stopping just above his heart. She met his gaze with soft eyes. “I just didn’t want you to think that— that sex is all I want to do with you. Or that you have to rush to make me happy. And it’s important that you know that if you’re tired, or overwhelmed, or just not in the mood, I don’t— you know, expect you to have sex with me.” 

His heart leapt into his throat at the way she curled her fingers in his collar, the way she smiled quietly while he collected his thoughts, the way she gave him grace and space to consider his wants and needs. He was dangerously in love already, and he wasn’t sure quite how to say it without being the stupid virgin who fell in love with the first person he slept with. 

And even with all of these thoughts of content and love and uncertainty swirling through his brain… he still really wanted to fuck her. 

“I’m not that tired,” he breathed. 

Her smile turned mischievous, and he swallowed audibly. “Well, then. We can start working through those possibilities?”

He was on her before she even finished the question, his mouth hot and hungry, his tongue sliding against hers, his hands on her waist and steering her toward her bedroom. She grinned as he trailed kisses down her throat and then where her t-shirt cut low along her collarbone. She turned them as they made it to the bed and pushed him to sit, breaking his mouth away from where it had been sucking a pretty pink mark. 

She dropped to her knees and ran a firm hand over his cock through his trousers. He was wholly and completely unprepared for the sight of her looking up at him from in between his legs, and he momentarily forgot any and all plans he’d had. She paused to push her hair back out of her face, and he came to his senses. 

“Wait.” She looked up at him, slightly confused. “I wanted to, um—” 

When he didn’t continue, she tilted her head with an encouraging smile. “You wanted to what?”

“I wanted to, um— eat you out,” he said, and he could feel the flush in his ears. “Before. Because I get kind of sleepy after I come, and I— well, I can already tell I’m not gonna last long once you start, um…”

“Blowing you?” she prompted, and now she was just teasing him. 

“Y-yeah.” He ran a nervous hand down his neck. “Is that okay?”

She stood up and stepped closer into his space, tangling her fingers in his hair and pulling his head back slightly. “Well, that depends. Did you read up on the literature?”

He returned her teasing smile, already more at ease. “You know I did.”

She pressed a quick kiss to his lips before stepping back to pull her shirt up over her head. She smirked at the way his eyes went wide and traveled over her form. His mouth dropped open as he tracked her hands, running down over her bare chest, her torso, and then to the waistband of her sweatpants. She pushed the pants down over her hips and let them pool at her feet, stepping out and back in between his legs. “So, what did the experts say?”

He swallowed audibly as she brought his hands to her chest. “Well, um,” he started, palms cupping her breasts. “Um, firstly— start slow. And vary— vary your attention,” he said, squeezing them lightly and brushing his thumbs over her hardened nipples. 

He looked up at her face for guidance, and she smiled. “Then by all means— give me all the attention.”

He leaned forward immediately, tongue and teeth sucking and grazing and nipping at the soft skin of her breasts. He alternated between the two, drew each nipple into his mouth and moaned a little around them at the way she gasped when his teeth dragged on her skin. Her hands found purchase in his curls, tangling and tugging and holding him against her. He brought a hand down to her waist and pulled her in closer, slid his palm over her lace-covered ass and dug his fingers in, eliciting a very pretty sound from her throat. 

He pressed his mouth once more to the valley in between her breasts, then stood and brought his hands to her face, leaning down to meet her in a soft kiss. He turned to have her sit back on the bed, and she stretched out over the pillows and pulled him down over her. He kissed her again, and then dragged his mouth down the column of her throat. 

“Secondly,” he continued, “work your way down.” He did just that, his lips and tongue drawing out goosebumps and shivers as he moved down her body. When he reached the waistband of her underwear, he hooked his fingers into it, and she lifted her hips to allow him to pull them down her legs. 

He started a path back up her legs, kissing her ankles, her shins, her knees. He ghosted his fingers over her thigh, silently asking for permission to continue. She let her legs fall open, and he made himself comfortable in between them. The reality hit him then— that as she opened her legs, she also opened herself up to him— all the most vulnerable and precious parts of her. His breath caught in his throat as he found her gaze on him, soft and sweet and steady. 

He turned his head to kiss a path along her inner thigh, moving closer and closer to her center. He fanned his warm breath over her, and then he licked carefully around the hood of her clit, gentle at first. He flattened his tongue on either side of it, then pointed it to flick across once, twice, three times. Her hand immediately came down to tangle in his hair, and her hips twitched as he dragged his tongue flat over it. 

“I don’t really understand the phenomenon of men being unable to find the clitoris,” he remarked, and then closed his mouth around it. 

She let out a long, low moan when he sucked it between his lips, and her grip on his hair tightened. He alternated the suction with the swirl of his tongue around the hood, and she squirmed against the bed. He laid his forearm low across her hips to keep her still, and then he brought his thumb up to swipe at her entrance, and he moaned around her at the feel. 

“Shit, you’re so wet,” he breathed. He brought his thumb, slick with her arousal, up to her clit and rubbed firm circles over it. “How’s that for pressure? Too hard?”

“N-no, oh— Spence, oh my god,” she whined.

“Do you prefer to rub side to side or in a circle?” He demonstrated each option, and she choked out his name again. 

She drew in a shaky inhale, exhaled out, “Both, both, both.” 

He sucked an open mouthed kiss to her inner thigh, then looked up to see her staring at him. “Do you like penetration? Or just clitoral stimulation?” he asked, stroking his thumb side to side over her clit. 

She huffed out a breath. “You— god, you can finger me.”

He popped his index finger into his mouth, slicking it with spit and thinking of everything he’d read about it. He teased the pad of his finger around her slit, gathering up the wetness that had spilled out of her. “I’ll start with one? Make sure it’s slicked up, and then you can tell me if you’d like me to add another?” 

She hummed in agreement, and he began to press inside of her. She took his finger easily, and he dropped his forehead to her thigh. “God, you’re— you’re so tight.” He withdrew his finger and then slipped it back in, groaning at the slickness. “Can you, um— can you tell me if this is— is this doing anything for you?” He probed gently, searching for the spot inside her that he knew might actually be difficult to find. 

“Um— up, up,” she gasped. “Like, curl it up toward the ceiling and then sort of dra-a-a-g, oh, oh, oh.”

He followed her directions, curling his finger up and dragging it on the out stroke, and she was throwing her head back with a moan of his name. He repeated the motion over and over and then brought his mouth back to her clit. Both her hands came down to yank at his hair, and he groaned, causing her hips to jerk against his mouth. 

“M-more, Spence, more, so close,” she whined. 

When he withdrew his finger, he slipped a second one in beside it and then continued the curl-drag-thrust pattern while sucking and swirling his tongue around her clit. Her moans increased in frequency and volume, and he felt her squeeze impossibly tight around his fingers. He rutted into the bed as her grip on his hair held him still against her clit as she came. 

She let out a final gasp of his name, and then she relaxed around him and her grip on his hair went slack. He slipped his fingers out of her, stared at them in relative awe as they glistened with her come. He sucked them into his mouth to clean them off, relatively surprised by how much he enjoyed the taste. He leaned forward and dragged his tongue over her, cleaning her up and savoring the way she lingered in his mouth. 

“Shit, Spence,” she mumbled, grasping at his shoulder. “C’mere.”

He lifted his head and wiped his forearm across his chin. He watched her eyes go a little wide, and then she was dragging him up her body and crashing their mouths together. “You are so fucking hot,” she whispered. “I cannot believe you’ve never done that before. Such a good listener, baby.”

His hips canted forward desperately at the praise, and she sighed happily against his mouth. “Wanna blow you.” 

She pushed gently at his chest and he sat back to let her up. She slid off the bed and tugged on his hand to move him to sit with his legs off the side. “Can we take some things off?” she asked, gesturing to his fully clothed form. 

He nodded, and she popped the button on his trousers while he started on the button up. They made quick work of both, and she dragged his pants and underwear down in one motion. He shrugged out of his shirt and she took a step back to take him in. 

“You’re so pretty, Spence.” She dragged her finger up from his knee, over his thigh, the trail of hair on his tummy, his chest, his throat— her eyes tracking the motion. He watched her face as she did so, the way her pupils dilated with lust and her tongue came out to wet her lips. She finally settled on his face, smiling and leaning forward to press her lips to his. 

When she broke the kiss, she brought both hands up to cradle his face. “I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. If anything doesn’t feel good, just say so. You can put your hands on my head, pull my hair, whatever you like. If I want you to stop, I’ll tell you. Okay?”

“Okay,” he rasped. 

She kissed him again, and then dropped to her knees and took him in hand. The vision of her— naked, post-orgasm, looking up at him with his cock poised at her mouth— was so absolutely and gloriously filthy that he almost came on the spot. 

“You’re so big, Spence.” The wonderment seeped into her voice, and he couldn’t help but swell a little with pride. Her warm palm stroked over him, root to tip, and he fisted his hands in the duvet. “What was step one again?” she asked. 

“Um. S-start slow,” he recalled. 

She hummed in agreement, and then trailed the fingers of her free hand over the inside of his thigh. She turned her mouth to press hot, open-mouthed kisses to the other, slowly inching up closer to where she held him in her hand. 

“Your skin is soft,” she murmured. Her nose brushing against the crease of this thigh. She switched sides, moved his cock into her other hand to trail her fingers over where her mouth had been. She sucked a mark into his thigh and then dragged her tongue over it, and he couldn’t take his eyes off her. 

And then she shifted back to the center, flattened her tongue, and ran it up the vein on the underside of his cock. “Oh my god,” he whispered. 

She huffed out a laugh and the way her warm breath cooled the trail of spit she’d left had him shivering. “God, this is gonna be so fun,” she murmured. 

She held his cock up straight with one hand and repeated the motion of her tongue twice more, and then pressed a kiss to the tip. She held her tongue out flat and rubbed it along the underside of the head, running it along the divide between the tip and the shaft. And then she closed her mouth around the head and swirled her tongue around it, and his eyes rolled back in his head. 

“Fuck, Y/N.” His knuckles turned white as he gripped the sheets, and then he felt her free hand tug at his fist. He opened his eyes as she guided his fingers into her hair. She locked eyes with him and then sucked gently on the tip of his cock. He fisted his hand and tugged, and she closed her eyes and moaned around him. 

The vibration of her voice had his hips thrusting forward a little into her mouth, and she pulled back with a grin. He couldn’t even form the words to apologize before she was licking down his shaft and murmuring, “Mm, and vary the attention, right?”

With that, she laved her tongue over his balls, slicking them up with her spit. He realized he’d been holding his breath, sucking in a gasp as she sucked one of them into her mouth. She hummed around it and then let it out with a soft pop, moving to draw the other one in. He hadn’t even considered that he would enjoy having his balls in her mouth, but now that they were there he knew he’d literally never stop thinking about it. 

She pulled back to take a breath, bringing a hand up to cup and massage his balls and stroke over his length at the same time. “Step two?” she prompted, looking up at him from in between his legs. 

“Work your way down,” he reminded her, petting over her hair in awe. 

“Ah, yes.” She brought her mouth back to the tip, sticking out her tongue and rubbing it along the sensitive spot just under the head. She kept her mouth open and held him in hand, alternating between wet kisses and swirling her tongue. And then she sucked it into her mouth, still moving her tongue back and forth as she started to sink further down his length. 

In his mind, he was singing her praises from the metaphorical rooftops, but in reality, her mouth was so hot and wet that all he could do was stare stupidly at the way his cock disappeared between her lips. She continued to massage his slick balls in her free hand as she took him in, inch by inch. Each time she pulled back to suckle the head, she stroked the circle of her other hand over the spit-covered length of him. 

On the next pass down, he felt the head of his cock press into the back of her throat, and his hands shot to her hair, holding tight. “Holy shit, Y/N, I—” he choked on the rest of the sentence as she took him an inch further, then simultaneously sucked and pulled back to the tip.

She tapped the tip of his cock to her spit-slick smile, kissing it teasingly. “Do you wanna tell me what to do?”

“M-more of that,” he begged, watching as she dragged her lips down the side of his cock. 

She chuckled, and the way it buzzed against the side of his cock had him short of breath. “Yeah— I thought you’d like that.” She pumped his length with her hand and then held her tongue out flat, bobbing her head until he hit the back of her throat. 

When she pulled back, he watched a trail of spit drip down her chin, and felt his cock twitch at the idea of her quite literally drooling over him. He barely resisted the urge to pinch his thigh, not willing to wake himself up if this was actually a dream. He brought a hand to her chin and used his thumb to gather the spit, and then brought it up to suck it into his mouth. 

Her mouth dropped open as she watched him swallow, and he briefly began to panic, but then she was surging upward to slot her mouth over his in a hot kiss. “How is everything you do so fucking hot?” she murmured against his lips. 

“I could say the same for you,” he countered, kissing her again. 

“I want you to come in my mouth, okay?” she asked. 

He nodded vigorously. “Shit, yeah, yeah.”

“Don’t hold back,” she demanded, and then she was dropping back down to take him in again. 

She left her mouth open, tongue laid flat, and took him into her throat— once, twice, three times. She choked around him and then pulled back to take a breath. She repeated this pattern again, and again, occasionally sucking on the head or even grazing her teeth just so. Spencer held her head between his hands, staring down at her with reverence. He couldn’t stop the litany of praise falling from his lips— mostly just gasps and moans of her name, but occasionally he found the mental capacity for so beautiful, or perfect mouth, or so good, baby. 

He could feel his orgasm drawing closer with every press into her throat, so incredibly tight that it was dizzying. She pulled all the way off to jerk his cock, a tight circle of her fingers gliding along his length with a squelching sound. She squeezed the base of him, dropped her hand to tug at his balls, and sunk her mouth down his length, holding him in her throat and swallowing, moaning low and long around him. 

She looked up at him then, and it was that which finally brought him over the edge— not that she was on her knees with his cock in her throat, but that she didn’t look away as he came undone. The fact that she was paying such close attention to him coupled with the trust and vulnerability required for this moment was too much to handle. His orgasm hit him like a train, his toes curling and fingers twitching in her hair as he came. She continued swallowing around him, and he fought to keep his eyes open, not willing to miss a single second of this moment. 

When he was finished, she slowly drew back, sucking gently along his softening length and pressing a kiss to the head. He did close his eyes then, cradling her head in his hands and rubbing his thumbs along her cheeks. She used his thighs as leverage to pull herself up, and he heard her suck in a sharp breath. His eyes shot open to see her rubbing at her knees— red and a little raw. 

“I’m sorry, I should have— I could have gotten you a pillow.” He pulled her closer and replaced her hands with his own, soothing the marks. 

She laughed and brushed a reassuring hand over his hair. “Occupational hazard.”

The scratchy rasp of her voice had his cock twitching. “I know I don’t have anything to compare it to, but you’re unbelievably good at that.”

She brought her hands to his face, tilting it up to meet his eyes. “You’re not the only one who reads the literature.” 

Her even tone and steady gaze proved she wasn’t teasing or mocking, and he fell just a little bit deeper in love. He met her halfway in a kiss that was infinitely and luminously sweet and wondered just what in the world he was going to do about that.

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