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harry-on-broadway · 9 months

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Italian Sun

A/N: Felt inspired after yesterday’s pictures so here’s some unedited rambling. Enjoy!

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It had only been a week, but you were already grappling with your new reality.

The reality of Harry being at home, at last.

Home, for now, was the Italian villa you all often decamped to when you had a few weeks off. He’d been making plans for the end of tour since the holidays and while specifics had changed, one thing had remained consistent: he wanted to spend time in Italy, relaxing and catching up with all of his family and friends he’d neglected for the past two years.

“Neglected? Don’t you think that’s a little dramatic?” you teased when he first brought up the idea. “We’re literally driving home from your mother’s house.”

“You know what I mean,” he’d said, his face scrunching the way it did when he felt like his words were being misconstrued. “I’m just never around and when I am I feel like I’m so behind. Like…like I’m watching the season finale of a show I’ve never seen before. Everything’s different when I come back.”

“I’m not.”

“That’s what you think.”

“Oh?”

“It’s the little things. You cut your hair. You found a new coffee you like. You started listening to a new podcast. And I’ve missed it all.”

When he put it that way, your heart broke. He rarely complained, knowing that the life he was living was envied by many. But you felt for him, hearing how hard this was on him. “Well, start putting together a guest list. I guess we’re all going to Italy in July.”

Which is how you found yourself rooming with Harry’s closest friends and family in the week following the final show of Love on Tour, sharing meals, memories, and adventures with everyone. The extra glow coming off of Harry didn’t go unnoticed by you and you could feel happiness and contentment radiating off of him when he snuggled in close to you each night.

Today was the last day that everyone would be all together before the group started to head out, leaving you and Harry alone. He’d wanted the final day to be the best yet and had planned an itinerary filled with boating and sunbathing and, according to him, the best Italian dinner yet.

You had to give him credit. It was the best day yet. Games were played, naps were taken, and the picnic basket of cheeses, breads, and meats that Harry himself had packed was delicious. But the day also came with an added perk for you.

While almost everyone had donned swimwear for the occasion, displaying all sorts of skin, Harry took it to another level. His shirt was hanging precariously on his body, a single button keeping it from being blown away, and his swim trunks had been rolled up and pulled low on his hips (to avoid tan lines, he explained).

And the hat.

The fucking hat. A bright pink bucket cap, with the word ‘Daddy’ written across the front, that someone had thrown onstage in Australia. He’d said he picked it up as a joke, but the fact that he’d held onto it across countries and time zones, made you think otherwise. You saw how he carried himself with an extra hint of swagger when he wore it, and you hated to admit it, but something stirred inside of you when you caught a glance of him, hat and all, driving the boat with all of the ease of a seasoned pro. You prayed no one could tell how that scene affected you.

Now, with dinner on the horizon, you were trying to put those steamy thoughts out of your head and focus on what you should wear. You’d narrowed it down to two brightly colored dresses, when you felt two hands cover your eyes.

“Guess who?”

“Hmmmmm,” you pondered. “Could it be my boyfriend? You know, the guy who organized this magnificent trip after breaking records worldwide for the past couple of years?”

“He sounds like a catch.”

“He’s not that bad. He’s easy on the eyes.”

“Easy on the eyes, huh?” Harry moved his hands down to your hips and spun you around so you were facing him.

“Yeah, and he looks even better when he’s half-naked, driving a boat.”

“Mmmm.” Harry’s hands moved lower so that they were resting on the cleft of your ass. “Must have been pretty hot.”

“Oh, yeah, super sexy. I wish I could have jumped him right there. Especially in that hat.”

“Wait, what,” Harry laughed, breaking whatever character he’d been playing. “Are you serious?”

You shrugged. “What can I say, there’s something about that whole scene that really turned me on. And, sex on a boat sounds kind of fun. Shame we couldn’t try that out.” Harry swallowed, his throat bobbing as he processed what you said. “Harry?” you asked after a moment. “Are you still with me?”

“Yeah, I’m just trying to think why the fuck I thought it would be a good idea to invite everyone on this trip. I could’ve been having sex on a boat.”

“It’s not a boat but we can still have some fun,” you whispered, fingers delicately trailing down the exposed skin of his chest.

“Yeah?”

You nodded and Harry darted across the room to shut the door to your suite, trying to tear his shirt off at the same time. “Slow down, baby,” you said. “We’ve got time.”

Harry took a deep breath, calming himself as he nodded and opened his arms for you. His hands skated over your body, much of your skin already exposed thanks to your swimsuit, before they landed on your jaw, tipping your head back to bring your lips to his.

You felt heat course through your body at his slightest touch and were amazed that he was still able to elicit this reaction from you. You felt your nipples stiffen through the flimsy material of your swimsuit when Harry’s already sizable erection brushed against your thigh and you couldn’t stop thinking about feeling him inside of you.

“Bed, now,” Harry panted when he broke away from the kiss, and you backed up until you could feel the mattress behind your knees.

You fell backwards, bouncing slightly when you landed, and when you raised yourself up onto your elbows to find Harry, he had already dropped to the ground, his hands nimbly shimmying your swim bottoms down your legs. The garment discarded somewhere in the room, you felt Harry’s lips on your ankle, then up your calf, then at the inside of your knee. You knew what this was building too, but that didn’t stop you from letting out a gasp of surprise when his lips finally found your center.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned, voice barely above a whisper for fear of alerting the rest of your party to what you were up to. You threw your head to the side, trying to muffle the sound of your pleasure with the pillow.

Theoretically, the two of you were due downstairs for dinner in roughly a half hour, but Harry showed no urgency as he slowly licked at your core, speeding up, then slowing down right as you were about to topple over the edge. It was hard to focus on anything but the feel of him between your legs. You reached down, hand moving blindly until your hands found purchase in his hair. The sensation of his soft curls between your fingers grounded you as you bucked up against his lips, wanting even more than he was already giving you.

“Is this good?” he asked.

All you could manage was a breathless moan as his fingers slid inside, easily undoing you. You opened your eyes and tried to catch your breath as Harry appeared over top of you licking his fingers clean with a satisfying pop. “That really turns me on,” you finally wheezed out.

“What? That?”

“No, the fact that you remember what works for me. It’s just something about the way you care for me. You always act like you don’t remember anything and you have no clue what’s happening, but that’s not true H. You always remember what matters.”

You could see something burning in Harry’s eyes as you said that, not quite desire, but something close. “I’m always going to care about you,” he said, the words laced with emotion. “Nothing is ever going to change that.”

“Show me,” you said.

He rolled on top of you in one easy motion, and you opened your legs, giving him space to settle in. He kissed you, furiously, but nowhere near enough. You needed to feel him all over you, every inch. Skin on skin, nothing between you.

“What the hell are these shorts still doing on you?” you whined, fingers digging into the fabric of his tiny trunks.

“I could say the same about this,” he all but grunted, struggling to undo the tie of your bathing suit top.

Free of obstructions, you all were able to lay together and take in the moment. You weren’t surprised when Harry buried his nose in the crook of your neck, inhaling and savoring the moment. It was something he’d made a habit of doing in recent months, after noticing that you’d changed body wash in his absence. He was upset at first, saddened by yet another detail he’d missed, but after that, he’d started to take more time to observe and remember every little thing about you.

After a few seconds, you felt his lips on your neck as he kissed his way to your mouth, and you could feel him smile into the kiss.

“Got time for one more?” he asked with a cheeky grin.

“Why stop there?”

“I think you might be overestimating my abilities, love.”

You pressed a kiss of your own to the spot right under his ear that you knew got him going. “You’ve never let me down, H.”

Without warning, he was inside you. He often paused upon entering you, giving you a moment to adjust and a moment for him to center himself. But today, he did no such thing, rocking back and forth in a steady rhythm. You made no effort to stop him either, tilting your hips up and pressing your heels into the small of his back to drive him further inside. The room was nearly silent, just the sound of your bodies moving in time broken by occasional panting, or the soft moans Harry stifled against your chest.

You glanced at him as he continued to drive into you. His eyes were shut tight and his forehead was wrinkled in concentration. It was the look he often wore when he was focused on not coming undone prematurely. Always the gentleman, he made every effort to ensure you were taken care of before he handled his own needs, but the rare occasions when he fell apart first drove you wild.

There was something so attractive about watching a man who was always in control, always looking out for others, come undone, something you’d once told him, earning an eye roll. You could tell he was nearing the edge as his thrusts became more frenzied and less rhythmic, while the wrinkles in his brow deepened.

You brought your lips to the shell of his ear, nipping at the skin, before soothing the bite with a kiss. “Let go,” you whispered in his ear. “For me.” You could feel his hesitation, so you played the ace you had been holding this whole time.

“Daddy.”

His whole body shuddered as he emptied inside of you, your orgasm following close behind. He collapsed, his entire body weight resting on top of you.

“Give me a sec,” he said. “I just—fuck.”

You chuckled lightly. “That good, baby?”

Harry shook his head in disbelief, as he lifted off the bed and padded to the bathroom, returning with a damp cloth. “Fucking amazing,” he muttered, as he moved to help you clean up. “Didn’t know that was uh, something you were into. You know, the daddy thing,” he added, trying to sound casual.

“Can’t say I am, but something about that hat just really got to me. Maybe something to think about in the future though?”

“For sure,” Harry said. “I mean, I’ve scheduled plenty of sex for us as part of this break.”

“So when do you leave again?” you teased.

Harry pinched your thigh lightly. “Not soon enough apparently.”

You leaned forward, grabbing him for a kiss. “It’s always too soon. But I’m happy to have you while I can.” You looked at the clock on the bedside table. “And I think all of your friends want to see you too, which means, we have to get ready. Now.”

“I’ll start the shower.”

“Harry!”

“What? It’s a time saver and a water saver.”

You rolled your eyes. “Remember, your friends will let us have it if we’re late.”

“Yeah, yeah. They’re getting a free vacation so they’ll keep quiet if they know what’s best for them.”

“Oooh, tough guy.” You grabbed your towel and headed to the bathroom, hearing Harry say something behind you. “What did you say?” you asked, turning around to find him standing there holding his hat from earlier in the day.

“I said I have to remember to send a thank you note,” he added quietly.

“To who?”

“Whoever threw that fucking hat on the stage. Never imagined it would get me laid.”

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fandom-madness69 · 6 months

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can you make a scenario where gojo accidentally makes his s/o cry? like I wanna know what he does and how he reacts like girlllll I NEED TO KNOW😭😭😭(btw ignore my name💀)

It's Tumblr the names are wild everywhere

Yeah I'll see what I can do

Contents: playful bullying, playful insulting, Satoru makes his gf cry, Fem reader, yn x Satoru, Satoru fucks his apology into you, Daddy honorifics used

Word count: 1,040

“Yeah well at least I’m not a cocky know it all,” you yelled back at Satoru from the kitchen where you were making dinner. You two had been playfully insulting each other for the last twenty minutes now. Satoru really loved it when you reciprocated his playful bullying.

“I might be cocky and a know it all but at least I’m not built like a match stick,” he called back his voice echoing off the walls a little bit. He had been sitting in the living room watching TV while you prepped dinner. He would have helped you but last time he tried you got angry because he kept getting right in your way seconds before you’d need to be in that space.

“Oh, you love how tiny I am and you know it,” you retorted back as you started putting everything into the pots and pans, they needed to be in to cook. You were having a hard time thinking of a comeback, which usually happened.

“Oh, is that all you’ve got? That wasn’t even an insult, you dumbass are you even trying?” he yelled from his place on the couch. For some reason this comment hit harder than you thought it would. You felt tears brimming in your eyes and tried to wipe them away. More immediately replaced those and spilled down your cheeks without permission. It wasn’t like he meant it. Right? The tears dropped off your chin and you sniffled a little bit.

“Hey are you crying?” Satoru asked his voice much closer and quieter. You jumped a little bit and turned to see him sitting on the island in the middle of the kitchen.

“What? No,” you said hastily wiping your face as you stared at the food cooking on the stove.

“Y/N don’t fucking lie to me. Did I make you cry?” his voice was a little bit more stern than usual.

“Yes, okay you did. I don’t know why that comment got to me but it did,” you wiped your face again and stirred the food that needed to be stirred. Arms wrapped around your waist as Satoru pressed himself against you in a tight hug from behind.

“I’m sorry babe I didn’t mean to get carried away like that,” he cooed in your ear.

“It’s alright Satoru, we were both insulting each other so it’s not like I didn’t sign up for this,” you squeezed one of his arms around your waist affectionately.

“You didn’t though. You didn’t sign up for tears, you signed up for playful bullying and I took it too far. I’m an asshole and I’m sorry,” he insisted as he nuzzled into your neck, “let me make it up to you baby please.” You sighed as you tried to stay focused on dinner.

“If you insist but let me finish cooking first before you do anything too dramatic and crazy,” you said since you knew he tended to go over the top sometimes. He giggled and kissed your ear.

“Then you better hurry up so I can make sure you know just how sorry I really am,” he purred in your ear and your knees went weak. You turned around to tell him off but he was already gone and back in the living room.

“Stupid teleporting sorcerer,” you muttered as you kept cooking dinner

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“I’m v… Mmmm very sorry little one,” Satoru grunted out in your ear as his fingers tightened on your thighs as he pounded into you from behind. His cock was ramming against your cervix relentlessly. He knew this was the only way you’d accept his apology.

“Yeah? Are you really though Daddy?” you teased as the tension in your abs built tighter. He whined a bit at your words since this was the tenth time, you’d said this. He had promised when you started, he wouldn’t cum until you forgave him.

“Fff fuck yes b… Baby girl I’m very ssorry. Can Daaadddyyyyy please ffucking cum now?” his hips were starting to lose rhythm as his desperation made you cum again your tight warm hole restricting around him more.

“Fine Daddy, I forgive you,” you panted out. He practically yelled in relief as he pushed your head into the bed and fucked you faster. His hips stuttered to a stop as rope after rope of his cum shot into you. His cock twitching made you cum again and scratch at the bed deeply underneath you.

“Mmmmmm I can tell that was your finishing one babe,” Satoru said as he slid his softening cock from your clenching hole. He watched as his cum started to leak from your hole. He gently spread your lips with his thumbs ignoring your sharp inhale as he watched more of his seed spill out.

“I know you need time to recover but I really want to eat this out of your pussy,” he said sliding one thumb down your slit to collect some of the fluids. You looked at him over your shoulder as he sucked it off his thumb.

“That sounds really really hot Satoru, go ahead,” you said softly as you were just starting to get your breathing back to normal. His tongue quickly dove into your hole which was still clenching around nothing. You practically mewled in pleasure as his lips and tongue sucked and fucked your hole. You writhed at the overstimulation but Satoru’s fingers only dug into your hips deeper.

“Shit Satoru it can’t be that much,” you hissed from the painful pleasure.

“It’s not I just wanted to feel your writhe beneath me some more,” he teased as he pulled away from your tender cunt. He smacked you’re ass once before pulling you to sit in his lap with your chest against his back. You felt his half hard cock twitching behind you.

“So now that you’ve accepted my apology that means I can use this little body of yours to my liking right,” he asked as his kissed your ear. You shuddered and grabbed his arms that were around you tightly.

“Let me recover and let us eat dinner and then we will talk,” you said.

“Hmmmmm fine,” he said as he turned your face and kissed you softly on the lips.

Please do not reupload this anywhere. If anyone ever sees my original work uploaded anywhere please let me know. I only post here for now. One day I might actually move things over to my Ko-fi

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sissylittlefeather · 1 month

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Role Play: Epilogue

A/N: I ended this series before I could write my favorite role play idea. Solution? EPILOGUE. Y'all know I love a good epilogue. Anyway, enjoy this fluffy, smutty, pure-fun romp!

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Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, cussing, kissing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie

Word count: ~1.5k

In the spring of 1972, a year after Elvis declared his love for you in the rain, he asks you to move into Graceland. Priscilla moved out earlier that year after she realized you weren't a fling that was going away any time soon. He hated that she took Lisa Marie, but otherwise he didn't mind her moving out. He was ready to take your relationship to the next level anyway. You'd been spending as much time together as possible, so him moving you into his house just made sense.

On your first night there together, he puts you to work in his kitchen again. You're happy to roll your sleeves up and give him directions. This time you make a lasagna and manage to keep your hands off each other long enough to get it into the oven. But when he puts you on the counter, rips your panties off, and drops his face between your thighs, you decide that moving in is the best decision you've ever made.

He pushes his tongue into your slit and you throw your head back and run your fingers in his hair. He licks up either side of your clit and then drags his tongue across it hard.

"Mmm fuck yes, Elvis." You hiss as he continues working his mouth on you. He slides two fingers into you and pumps them in and out as moves his tongue on your clit. He can feel your walls flutter as your orgasm approaches and he pulls back and whispers.

"Let go, baby. Cum for me like you always do." You whimper and he goes back to licking you as your orgasm rushes through your veins like starlight. You tighten your grip on his hair and he moans into you. Finally, you come down from your high and he pulls back, wiping his mouth with his hand. He stands up, shaking his hair from where you had your hands in it. You go for his belt just as the timer for the lasagna goes off.

"Mmmm noooo..." He whines, pulling you in close to him and kissing you deeply.

"Babe, I have to get the lasagna out." You moan as he kisses down your neck, nipping at you gently. He squeezes your hips and then backs up. You hop off the counter and run your hand up his hard dick, tucking it under his belt for him. He groans and kisses the top of your head.

"I'll get mine after dinner. I have a role play idea for us anyway."

"Ooh, I'm intrigued."

"You should be." You grab some oven mitts and pull the lasagna out as he grabs a couple of plates for you.

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After dinner, you make your way to the TV room, and he runs upstairs for a bit. When he comes back down, he plops onto the couch and pulls your feet into his lap. He rubs them casually as something plays on all three screens.

"That feels good." You lean your head back and he smiles.

"Would you like me to keep going?"

"What do you mean?"

"Here. Come with me." He stands you up and guides you up the stairs to the bedroom that you now share. He takes you in the bathroom where he has set up the bathtub with candles and rose petals.

"Is this what you were doing?"

"It is. Do you like it?"

"I love it!" He undresses you and helps you into the tub. Once you're settled, he disappears and comes back with a glass of champagne.

"Now, you just relax here, honey, and I'll get everything else ready."

"There's more?"

"I told you it's a role play." He winks and walks out of the bathroom.

You lay in the tub with your glass of champagne for about twenty minutes before he comes back wearing a robe. His excitement is palpable and you can tell he's been planning this for a while.

"Ma'am, your massage is ready whenever you are."

"My massage?"

"Yes ma'am. I'll be your masseur this evening." You smile and stand up out of the tub. He turns around nervously, like he's never seen you naked before. "Oh! The towels are over to your left. I'll just... I'll go back in there and wait for you to get ready."

"Elvis!" You laugh and he clears his throat.

"Ma'am, I'm just a humble massage boy. I-I-I'll be in there." Then, he walks out of the room. He's committed, you have to give him that.

When you get into the room, he's got the bed turned down for you to lay on and soft music playing in the background. You notice a bottle of massage oil on the nightstand.

"Just lay down on the bed and I'll get started, ma'am." You unwrap the towel you had around you and lay face down on the bed.

"Okay, I'm ready." He walks up behind you. "But I have a request."

"Yes ma'am?"

"I need you to take that robe off."

"That seems a little unprofessional..." You look at him slyly.

"I promise I'll give you a good tip. Now, robe off." He tries to suppress a smile as he takes the robe off, leaving him as naked as you are. He looks down at you on the bed, your body beautiful in front of him. For a second, he considers abandoning the role play and jumping on top of you, but he doesn't. Instead, he gathers some massage oil and begins to run his hands along your back. You groan at the sensation of his strong hands on you, wondering how long you'll both be able to stand being naked and so close together.

His touch is firm but gentle as he massages your back, moving his hands a little lower with each pass. Eventually, he's just rubbing his hands on your ass sensually and you feel his erection where it rests on your thigh. Your center is absolutely dripping with his proximity and the feeling of his hands on you. You long to feel some part of him inside you. Seemingly reading your mind, he moves his hands lower and begins to massage your thighs, running his hands up the inside of them, teasing your clit with his fingertips as he goes. You whimper a little and spread your legs open. Finally, after what feels like an excruciating amount of time, he runs one hand up your thigh and slides a finger into you. Between the massage oil and your wetness, his finger glides easily in and out. He adds a second finger and you notice he only has one hand on you. You look back over your shoulder and realize he's stroking himself as he fingers you, the massage oil making it easy for him to move his hand back and forth.

"And you said I was asking you to be unprofessional."

"Mmm, sorry, ma'am, you're just such a beautiful woman." He whispers as he continues to pump his cock and finger fuck you.

"You don't need to apologize. Just come over and finish what you've started. And I don't mean the massage." You smirk at him over your shoulder and he pulls his fingers out of you. He climbs onto you and lines the tip of his dick up with your entrance. As he pushes into you, you both groan. He kisses your shoulder and leans his forehead against your back.

"Fuck, honey, that's so good."

He begins to pump in and out of you, fucking you deeply with long strokes. He grabs the back of your hair and pulls so that he can kiss your cheek over your shoulder. Then, he pushes up and grabs the headboard with one hand and your hip with the other, driving into you passionately from behind. You whimper with each thrust, the pleasure almost overwhelming you.

After another few minutes of pounding you in this position, he pulls out and rolls over on his back. You climb on top of him, a knee on either side of his hips, and sink down onto his dick.

"God, I love your pussy." He moans as you begin to roll your hips into him, pushing him deeper and deeper.

"Mmm I love your cock." You moan in reply. Then, he grabs the side of your face and pulls you down to him, kissing you emphatically.

"I love you." He whispers when he pulls back from the kiss.

"I love you, too." He kisses you again and then wraps his other arm around you, slamming into from underneath. His hips meet yours over and over as he thrusts until you both tumble headfirst into waves of pleasure while you pulse and flutter around him and he shudders and pumps a few more times weakly.

When your combined orgasm fades, you roll off of him and lay next to him, sweating and panting. He grabs your fingers and brings them to his lips.

"I'm so glad you're here." He turns his head to look at you. You meet his eyes and smile.

"Me too."

"Welcome home, baby." He turns and wraps himself around you, kissing your cheek. "I'm so glad I met you."

You sniff a little and hold back the tears. How did you get here? You don't know, and frankly you don't care. You belong in his arms and you intend to stay here as long as he'll let you.

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The End

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msbyomimi · 8 months

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visiting your doting husband at work

Osamu Miya x fem!reader

wc: 1565 words

contains sexual content (oral m! receiving) MDNI

“Ohhhh baby slow down” A moan ripping from his throat as his head tilted back, sweat gathering along his forehead lightly from the strain of holding back. “Hah…mmmm…you’re gonna hurt yourself pretty” his voice straining and thick with desire that had a wetness pooling in your lacy panties.

The same lacy panties and matching bralette you decided to show up wearing to surprise your husband with at work.

He was swamped handling a lunch crowd. As you entered the doors of Onigiri Miya, the soft bell jingling to indicate your arrival, his head whipped around to see you. A beaming smile spread contagiously across his handsome face, his hair tucked messily under his black cap, eyes gleaming with eagerness to see you. “Angel! Ya stop by to get some food?”

You swiftly go up to the bar area and plop down in your usual seat. Your casual clothes made you look so organized and simply enjoying your day off. However that couldn’t be further from the truth as underneath the clothes lay your husband's favorite lingerie pair. The pair he bought for your first anniversary, practically pleading with you to put it on since “ya’d look so gorgeous in that shade of pink” and “I’ve been dreamin’ of ya wearing’ this for months”.

The man himself, dressed in his tight black shirt that hugged his biceps just right, black Onigiri Miya hat atop his head, looked down at you from behind the counter.

“Hi baby, I was just bored at the apartment and wanted to see you. I didn’t mean to interrupt you during lunch rush. I’ll wait till it slows down to talk with you~”

A lovesick smile spread across your face as you looked at your husband. Who simply stared back at you with the most awestruck expression. “Angel-“ he started to whisper, voice dripping with a promise of spoiling you for hours before being cut off by one of the patrons at the restaurant.

“Excuse me sir, could I order some food to go?”

Osamu swallowed thickly, pulling himself together and turning to the man asking him a question. “O’course! What’d ya like to try?” Slipping easily back into the role of simply running his establishment. What he’s been doing with practiced effort and devotion for the past 2 years.

Customers came and went as the time flew by. Osamu ran around helping take care of everything, not being able to stand still for hardly a couple moments. Until finally, as the last person left through the door, he sighed heavily, taking off his cap and wiping across his forehead from the hard work. He stalked over to the door and flipped the sign to Closed. Indicating that another day’s wrapped up and that he would be able to focus his attention back to you.

“Sorry about that darlin’. It was so busy” he muttered, walking back towards the counter, stopping right in front of you and trapping you in your seat by placing his arms on either side of you. Your back pressed against the lip of the countertop, eyes peering up at him softly, licking your suddenly dry lips.

“Wasn’t as bad a rush today seeing your pretty face there the whole time. Couldn’t help taking glances at ya gorgeous.” He whispered hurriedly, leaning in towards your chest, eyes lidded and gazing down at you. His muscular frame was a hair away from pressing against you, the two of you locked in a sizzling gaze that expressed just how much you missed one another.

“Samu…” the desperate call of his name tumbled out of your mouth before you could stop it. His name a helplessly plea you sent him, begging him to understand what you mean, what you need from that one single word alone.

A deep chuckle reverberated against his chest, a lazy smile spreading across his face. His brown eyes glowing with the promise of a good night together.

“I got ya baby~ I’ll take good care of ya”.

His deep voice uttered the words as he slowly leaned in, trapping you against his chest and the counter, leaving no place to run. His soft lips getting dangerously close to your own, before stopping. Confused, you let out a soft whine of frustration, opening your eyes only to see him staring down at you, ravenous.

“Tell me what ya want baby~ I’ll do anything ya just gotta tell me”.

That cheeky bastard, he knows what you want. A pout and glare were sent his way holding no malice whatsoever. He let out a laugh at your expression, hand coming up and cupping your face gently. His thumb tenderly caressed across the skin of your cheek.

“Don’t give me that~ Please love? I wanna hear ya say it.”

Your eyes peered into his own sensual gaze that was transfixed on your lips. Teasingly, you slowly took your tongue and wet your bottom lip, teeth sinking into it purposefully. Casting an innocent gaze towards Osamu who looked just about ready to cave and take all his desires for himself. A soft groan escaped his lips at your teasing and his voice dripped with desperation as he raggedly spoke “Please say it, need to hear you say what you want”.

Finally giving him the satisfaction, you spoke softly looking deep into his eyes “Kiss me~ I want you Osamu, need all of you so bad.”

A relieved sigh left his lips hurriedly as he pulled you in for a searing kiss. Messily slotting his lips against yours, swallowing all your moans as he licked your mouth tasting you desperately. “Mmmf. So good baby” He pulled away suddenly, not being able to keep up with the rush of his desires. He reached behind you, lifting you by your ass suddenly. Causing a yelp to leave you as you scrambled to wrap your legs around his torso, letting him take you wherever he wanted.

He kissed you rushed and full of soft mewls and wet lip smacking until you ended up in his office. He sat you down on his desk and locked the door behind him. There was no one else there but it could never hurt to be safe.

“Angel can ya suck me off please?” His voice left him with a pathetic whimper at the end. He was so desperate to see you in front of him on your knees, looking so damn adorable while pleasing him.

Your body moved on its own down to the be kneeling in front of Osamu. Taking off your top to reveal the bralette you had originally planned to surprise him with this whole time.

A loud moan ripped through his chest as he soaked in the sight before him. You with your honey sweet gaze looking up at him from the floor, face right in front of the tent in his pants. Your gorgeous tits pressed appetizingly together by the soft baby pink bralette he bought you.

“Oh fuck! Angel oh!” His body almost crumbled as his knees buckled. He held himself up thanks to his desk behind him. “I love ya. Oooo I love ya so much” the words tumbled past his lips in between heavy pants in a wave of emotions. Lust and devotion swirling, mixing together to create a heady cocktail he could never get enough of.

Sensing your husband's patience thinning you got to work quickly. Your greedy hands made quick work in removing his belt and pants. Shucking them down his legs leaving him in his boxers, hard dick restricted against the fabric. A wet spot of pre-cum showing up through the gray material.

“Is this all for me Samu?~” You teasingly spoke, words drowned in teasing lust for the man panting above you. He’d pulled up his black t-shirt, teeth biting into the fabric to muffle his loud noises. Leaving you with a view of his glistening abs and pecs. Until he couldn’t resist and ripped off the t-shirt, chest panting, and eyes wide looking down at your flushed face.

“Mmf!~ hah hah course it’s for ya, no one else could make my body go this crazy-Oh fuck!”

A loud groan slipped past his lips as you took your sly tongue and licked across the bulge in his boxers. Eyes peering up at him to witness his beautiful reactive face. His hands were gripping onto the desk so tightly now it would have hurt if not for the adrenaline rushing through his veins.

“Wanna taste you Samu~” you purred out, fingers tracing along the taunt skin at the elastic band of his boxers.

“Go ahead baby, taste me. I’m yours”

Hearing those words you finally brought down his boxers, allowing his hard cock to bounce up, thick veins coating it, and a drop of pre-cum dribbling down the side of it. He was twitching and desperate to feel you in any way he could. A loud sigh of relief left his throat as your tongue licked a burning swipe up the side of his dick.

“Angel please- ahhh Oooo just like that~ your mouth feels so damn good baby fuck”

The sounds leaving his lips were downright sinful. Nothing but a panting mess so drunk off of pleasure to say anything remotely sensible. You suckled sloppily on the head of his cock, bringing it eagerly into your mouth and moaning at the salty taste of his pre.

Judging from the blissed out look he cast down at you, your husband loved your little surprise today. The two of you were in for a long night together, where Samu will show you just how much he appreciates your surprise. He does need to return the favor after all.

might eventually make a part two to this, we shall see <33 hope ya enjoy

#osamu miya #osamu miya smut #hq osamu #hq osamu miya #haikyuu smut #hq smut #haikyu smut #~smor writes sometimes~#god Im sorry for the end but ya know I could always do a part 2 #its 3am plz Im tired lol

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kuni-is-daddy · 11 months

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Thinking about gojo switching up from sending you chills to moaning for you to make him cum

Gojo satoru x female jujutsu sorcerer reader

1.2k words

Ft: Shower BJ

Gojo x Female reader smut

Sub gojo m!+f reader

MINORS DNI

You opened the door too your luxurious penthouse. Clothes drenched in rainwater mixed with purple and red blood of cursed spirits and your own. Walking through the living room you were greeted to the 'sleeping' form of gojo. Laid out on the couch surrounded by which looked like hundreds of sheets of paper. You took a peek at him from behind the couch, Wondering if he truly was asleep since his blindfold was still on. "Toru? baby, are you still asleep?" you said while tapping his shoulder. But the taller man didnt move. Taking a look at the papers that even made the 'ever so strong' gojo satoru fall asleep you realized it was paperwork requesting the execution of "Yuji itadori" to be delayed. 'Again with this yuji kid..Gojo really has a soft spot for him' You stepped away from him, taking off your blood drenched jujutsu uniform and only wearing a tank top and shorts. "Hmm..whats this babygirl? ya putting on a show for me already?" you looked up with an embarrassed yelp at the sudden warm grip around your waist. "So you werent asleep toru... you pervert..." he grinned at your remark. "Mmmm..nah..but if me sleeping leads to seeing your fine ass like this..maybe i should princess." he trailed and rubbed his hands on your breasts. leaving petals of kissing along your neck. "Toru~ stop..needa get cleaned up~" you put your hands against his, weakly trying to shoo his arms away while sinking into his touch. "Oh yeah? want daddy to help you get cleaned up?" he shifted your ass closer too him, now nudging against his hard on. Only for you to suddenly remember why you we're even 'dirty' in the first place. You pulled away from him, leaning down to shift through your skirt pockets with your ass fully on display. Arousing gojo, he began to pull down his blindfold. Wondering if you wanted him to take you on right then and there. "Take this stupid fucking finger you guys look for." you flashed it in his face with an irritated expression, completely shifting from the burning sensation he almost derived you in. "Hmm whats this baby?"

he sarcastically tilted his head while examining the finger. "Dont play dum toru. Its sukuna's finger." he shifted his vision over to your arm. Noticing a long patched up wound along it. "The higher ups kept talking about retrieviNG sukuna's fingers and blah blah..." gojo gave a light smile at your impression of the elders. "So....I went around the forest for a while and..Got one for you." Gojo rushed into your embrace. caging you in a hug while lightly lifting you off the ground. "THIS IS GREAT Y/N. DO YOU KNOW WITH THIS MEANS?" he yelled. "It means... I wont have to do your job?" you smirked. "Well...maybe for now- but seriously, this means we have some SERIOUS leverage for when it happens." you gave a confused expression. "When...what happens toru?" "When i kill the higher ups and start a new world within jujutsu." you chucked at his ideals. "This again toruu. Cmonn you talk about this everyday...cant we just bask in the way things are now?" he lowered you down back on the floor. "Y/n. things are different now. Yuji..Yuuta..and many more sorcerers are going against the ideals of the-" "The elders and higher ups. iF wE puT mInE And yoUR studEnts togetheR." you mocked him. "toru please..i know you care about this but can you not get yourself so worked up all the time? stress is no good for that handsome face of yours~" he sighed and sat back down asyou perked up and give him a kiss on his cheek. Watching as you walked upstairs and put your clothes in a basket.

Smutt:

You basked your hair through the warm water coming from the shower. Making a relaxed sigh as it coated your scalp. "hah.. this is what i needed. a break from everything..maki is with panda and toge. Gojo is doing..whatever he does." You coated your body in soap while humming your favorite song. Up until you heard a click of the doorknob. God. the last thing you wanted was some cursed spirit coming into the apartment because of the rumors you heard that they we're attractive to sukunas finger. so you began expecting the worse. You nervously held the washcloth in your hand. Hoping you could smack the spirit in time. A hand creeped around the curtain and you instinctly wrapped it around you while slapping at god knows what was on the other side. The being grabbed your tiny hand. You opened your eyes panicked to realize it was only gojo. "T-Toru?! what are you doing in here? I thought you were a spirit." this time you intentionally tried to slap at him again. Only for his infinity to block you mid attempt. "Well princess..you did want me to relax...Could you help me out?" You blushed at his request. Hiding your face behind the curtain while hearing the sounds of his giggles while unzipping his clothes. "F-fine..just dont try anything sneaky!"

he stepped into the warm shower with you. Watching as you rubbed the cloth around your chest. "Want help baby?" You nodded embarrassingly as he lathered the soap around your neck, slowly reaching down to your breasts. Your breathing started to become uneasy. Having a perfect view of gojo's lean and beauitiful body. How his chest practically glowed as the water drenched him. "Yeah? you like the view babygirl, this body is all for you~" he smirked. Now putting the cloth down and rubbing your boobs with his bare hands "S-satoru~ mmm stopp..." water rushed down your face, making your lips glow. "Shit..Dont think i can stop now princess. You look too good for daddy...Need to taste you." he pulled away from your breasts, closing you in against the shower walls and into a sloppy kiss. "Toru~ ah...fuck wait~" he came closer to you, biting along your neck and whispering in your ear. "Keep moaning f' me baby~ I want you so fucking bad y/n .im so hard right now...fuck.."

he guided your hand onto his cock. "Can you feel it princess? wanna take you right now baby you make me so fucking horny~" Gojo looked down on you with his glowing blue lust filled eyes. Right now he didnt care what was going on in the world. He wanted you to touch him, To make him feel good. You slowed moved your hand around his cock. Rubbing the tip as his grip tightened around your hand, hoping you wouldn't stop there. "Oh...fuck..more baby...move those sexy fingers of yours on daddys cock." You smirked over gojos desperation. Letting out loud moans within the steam of the shower as you pumped his cock. "Am I doing good for you toru?" He nodded his head vigorously while biting on his upper lip. *F-fuck yes y/n..feels so good~ Im so close...oh shit baby girl~" gojo sunk near your shoulder. Moaning in your ear and leaning against you as your pace quickened. "Ah....ah..fuck m' gonna cum. Baby...Y-Y/n." Gojo choked up on his words. "Yes toru~?" "Wanna..ah...wanna cum in your mouth baby.. please." He ruffled his hand through his hair. Pushing back as the water coated his vision. You got on your knees, watching as gojos thick cock slowly disappeared in your mouth. "SHIT~ Oh God your mouth is so fucking warm~" he grabbed onto your hair with his hand, having you bob your head back and forth while your eyes teared as he chased his high. "AH- FUCK. FUCK~ IM CUMMING- Y/N!!"

He shot ropes of his cum into your mouth as it oozed down your throat. "Hah...oh shit baby~ made me cum all down your throat~ now swallow it for daddy~" he cupped your face. Watching as you swallowed, then stuck your tongue out.

"good girl...now let me clean you up princess~"

#gojo smut #gojo x you #gojo satoru #gojou satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jjk gojo #gojo x female reader #gojo x y/n

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ilyuu · 11 months

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can i ask for Character B kissing Character A while Character B is dying in their arms (but reader is the one dying bc mmmm yummy angst) w xiao venti and childe?

congrats on your milestone!!!

warnings : angst, main character death, hurt/no comfort, crying, descriptions (proceed with caution!)

childe.

he feels your fingertips flit across his features, tracing, feeling his skin, as if to etch it all into your memories (memories that soon only one of you will keep) and it coaxes forth a fresh wave of tears. he doesn’t realize it. not the sting, not how it clouds his sight, nothing. just how cold your fingers are, losing its warmth, its life slowly slipping into the air.

the scent of copper is something of a thrill, as much as he admits so, that thrusts a sense of adrenaline in his veins - there’s a line to draw, a hard one, when it’s from you. thick liquid flows from your side, and the stench only grows stronger from there as it taints along the shoreline. the sea coalesces with it and he never though the sight that he once shared with you, one he cherishes so, would be poisoned because of him. a someone who had made a small home, albeit cracked, in his heart.

he didn’t feel how your fingers slowly moved along his shoulder, tucking itself in his hair. he didn’t feel the faint tug, almost resisting. he didn’t feel how you pulled him in.

what he did felt was the lingering warmth of your lips against his. more of a peck than anything, all of you (what’s left) into it - a bittersweetness with a farewell that has him returning it. his hand finds itself at the back of your head, and all sorts of tastes, feelings, thoughts, are shared between the two of you in those last minutes. all of his apologies his voice didn’t let him say, all of those memories that you wish you could’ve made more of, the tandem of affection you both tried to give each other.

he doesn’t want you to go. he doesn’t want to lose one of the few homes he has left, not in this way, and not so soon. there’s still so many things he wants to do, to say, that maybe it’d never be able to complete a lifetime but damn it all if it means even a second more with you to try.

“…home. i’m sorry for breaking our home.”

venti.

a keepsake of you lies in everything you say, do, and think - your voice, smile, laughter, words, acts - and keeps it deep within in when you’d part ways. a bit too much of a hope, perhaps, that there would be some silent closure for him as the two of you lived a lifetime of fulfillment and, well, freedom in the arms of the other. he’s happy. and you’re happy, in spite of knowing the end.

yet not so soon.

the wisps of wind acts as company, and yet, an antagonist to his words as it drowns out his voice, murmuring every letter, line, he has to his person that’ll be enough to try and convey everything he’s felt with you. no time for prose, he all but puts himself - the one that not even the crisp air can touch, masked away - into it. and, in spite of the copper, dull and heavy in the clouds, oozing from many a scars skimming your body, there’s an almost soft sight of you smiling.

your hand toys with the tuft of his braid, aglow, thrumming with life, and it’s then that he notices that he’s his own cause. he closes his eyes, and feels the world settle into a state of calm and peace - it’s his chest, tight, slightly aching in the lack of air, that doesn’t. not even he feels you nearing in, lips peppering his cheek with pecks. and who is he to not indulge his love in the same way?

and so, with hands that cared and destroyed, he cups your cheek in presses an airy kiss onto your lips that slowed time. it’s then that you taste salt - his tears. he caves in and feels the sting that he’d thought at least healed a bit come back. the loss of close one yet again; in his arms yet again; and left with nothing but a raw, tender wound on his chest yet again.

“your memory will stay with me, don’t worry. i’ll make sure that it’ll stick to the skies.”

xiao.

there’s little to no saving grace as his hand tightly held onto yours, shaking, trembling, all of her nerves taut as he feels the nip of frost biting back at his skin. the only heat that he feels is one he’s familiar with, yet it’s not the one he’s comfortable with - smears of red soiling the back of his hand as he tries to close his fingers in yours. yours try to do the same; a frail, faint presence, fading and fading with every second.

the light in your eyes, one that he always admires, in light and in dark, starts to flicker and it’s then that he knows that you’re fading. that you’ll be nothing but a memory rather than a wish, a dream, to hope for tomorrow. reality sways underneath him and rue tastes bitter on his tongue; to think that he’d so easily let you slip from him in the same manner as all the others. a memory - those days and nights wherein the two of you simply bask in the wind and the presence of the other will on the balcony, underneath the gingko leaves, will become dusted memories.

a spark.

his eyes widens, just slightly, and yet through the darkness encroaching at the edges of your vision, you can see how his irises wavered. you pressed your lips against the back of his hand, barely tasting the metal - a silent assurance to him, even with how little it does.

and he returns it. eager, desperate - all that he left unsaid, feelings left to be simply thoughts, poured into a kiss that nearly stole your breath away. is it too selfish if he wants you to stay by him for a few more moments? is it too selfish to take you out of this endless cycle if it means he hasn’t to see you like this?

(is it selfish to think that he’d rather not met you at all just to avoid this?)

“don’t… please. not yet. …not yet.”

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin x you #genshin impact imagines #genshin imagines #genshin impact drabbles #genshin drabbles #genshin impact angst #genshin angst #childe x reader #childe x you #venti x reader #venti x you #xiao x reader #xiao x you #. . . icy kisses.

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dairy-farmer · 6 months

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Okay but re-reading the Ra's part of the Timeloop ask I sent? And the part you wrote? Oh... On No(tm) this man's out here dead set on being a BAD Idea Boyfriend.

Gonna seduce Timothy with his cock. KNOWS he has absolutely no chance of convincing him to Join Him with the usual flowers, dancing, and casual dating approaches for romance... soooo.... Wanna See Him Naked, Detective? *evil sexy eyebrow quirk* *is shirtless and on a throne Just Cause doing his best Slutty wide legged gonna conquer everything sit*

Like? Come on~ make a TERRIBLE life choice. Give him ONE(1!) Chance to rock your world so hard it ruins you forever. He has a multi-step plan. He just needs to pump your guts so good you permanently associate the concept of pleasure with HIM. THEN? You'll feel compelled to return..

It's always "just one more time", isn't it? Detective. Always "this is the LAST time". Stubborn, proud men like Timothy are so WEAK to pleasure, aren't they~? Pain they can handle. But pleasure? That addicts them.

He just needs an opening. Just ONE misstep. A low moment. Some time when Timothy's hunger for warmth outways his rightful caution of Ra's. And? All things are inevitable, if you are patient enough. Especially if you tilt the odds by hand.

Maybe he shows off the goods. Is shirtless more often then he has been in years. Low cut poet shirts and impressive capes. Tight, tight pants. Oh isn't it DISTRACTING, Detective? You aren't having THOUGHTS you won't admit too, aaaare you? Eyes CERTAINLY aren't lingering a bit too long~

Ra's has done this before and he'll do it again. CENTURIES is a word people keep using but honestly, they DO so fail to grasp what that MEANS. He has seduced THOUSANDS. And he's not even that hedonistic. He could have had far more.

He's faced off against genuine Femme Fatales. Homme Fatales. Battles of seduction and wit, daggers and poisons. Death in the night. Beautiful silks stained forever with the blood of their masters. He has nearly died more then once and come out stronger for it.

And? Like when the Bat was lost in time. Eventually his Detective WILL have to be in relatively close quarters with him again. Just close ENOUGH. The last time, he thought him cisgendered. Didn't realize his OPTIONS. Now? Now Ra's wants an HEIR out of him. Preferably a legion. They would be glorious.

But to GET that... first he needs to SEDUCE the Detective. Can't put offspring in a womb you haven't fucked. He ramps up his petty bullshit. TARGETED petty bullshit that will require Tim, specifically, too fix. He sword fights shirtless. Makes sure to subtly oil up a bit first. One MUST take care of their skin of course. It has NOTHING to do with the fact it will both perfume the air AND catch the light, drawing Timothy's attention to his muscles as they fight. Of course not.

Perish the THOUGHT, Detective~

And it eventually works. Because of course it does. Tim is stressed. Horny. Stressed AND horny. His life has gone to shit AGAIN. Everyone is fighting AGAIN. Everything hurts mentally, emotionally, and physically. And fuckin' Ra's is there... once AGAIN swanning around topless. All rippling abs and deep rumbling purr. Threats and word play. Posturing.

Telling him he'll GLADLY deactivate the bombs if Tim spends the night with him. Not even in his bed. Just... just in his company. Bastard being all assured and decadent and offering him food. And... and... Tim is so fucking tired. The thought of fighting of ninjas and swinging all over the place tonight sounds god awful.

His body hurts. HE hurts. He's hungry. Sore. Ra's is vaguely behaving. This room is warm and those seats look soft. That food looks good. Tim decides... "You know what? Fuck it. Why not." There are a LOT of reasons why not. Starting with "This is EXACTLY what Ra's wants" but? Tim is past caring.

He says sure. Ra's isn't even gloat-y about it. Just casually calls off the bombs. Tim should probably be pissed about that but... mmmm, food. He collapses into a chair instead. It's absurdly comfortable. The night is surreal. He gets fed. They talk about furniture as Tim tries to pry the chair makers name out of Ra's to no avail. Ra's gives him an honest to gods feet and hand massage.

It's... it's nice? Really nice. Relaxing even. Tim is suspicious. Not so much he DOESN'T take the deal again... but you know... suspicious.

And Ra's keeps feeding him. There's pleasant conversation about interesting things. Massaging of sore muscles. Hands that drift higher and higher. Lower and lower. Casually. And Tim is... is so WARM. Full belly, comfortably cradled by the various seats, muscles massaged loose.

Then he makes the mistake of getting SO used to this... he just starts showing up. Not changing into his RR suit first. Ra's is patient, but crows with victory in his mind. He waits until Tim is wearing a lovely suit. No particular day but not too soon into the change in behavior. Can't spook him, after all.

His fingers are lighter then any pickpocket's unbuckling the belt. The Detective of course still notices. Becomes more alert. Attention focusing. Ra's uses a move he's done countless times before. He cradles the Detective's head with one hand and plunders his mouth, even as his other slides like a thief down somewhere it should not be, to pay immediate and overwhelming attention to the heat below.

Tim jolts so hard it's nearly a thrash. But Ra's has caught has caught him off gaurd and does NOT intend to let him get his wits about him. He teases Tim breathless, confused and horny. Then his pants are GONE. Ra's is sliding with a dangerous grace to his knees between those powerful legs and hiking them up over his shoulders, spread wide.

Tim has just enough time to be confused before everything lights up, as an impossibly skilled mouth descends onto him. He'll never live down the sounds he makes. How quickly, EASILY, Ra's is able to drive him incoherent. Even before thick, calloused fingers slide in deep. Torment his best spots with ruthless accuracy.

Then Ra's is looming over him. Looking so damn PLEASED with himself. Tim should be furious. But all he can do is gasp for air and hold on as he's split APART. Big. So big. Ra's is whispering something filthy in a long dead language, watching his body take it with so much HUNGER on his face. Has anyone EVER wanted Tim this bad? He feels impaled.

The he's being taken APART. Hips the roll and grind, snap forward and pull slow. The rhythm keeps changing. Drawing out the pleasure but not letting it build enough to get Tim off. He thinks he starts crying. Can't seem to stop. Begs Ra's to just... to j-just let him get off. Please. PLEASE. Everything is so hot. Squelching and gushing and... and...

Ra's practically glows. Backlight by the ceiling lamps. Oil and sweat catching the light, coating his body. Unbearably focused on TIM. Looking and seeing and No Where To Hide. Exposed and conquered. Everything feeling so good. Tim's brain feels likes its short circuiting. He comes apart beneath Ra's. Then is made too again. And again. And again.

There's even a soft bed and fantastic breakfast in the morning. Tim refuses to fall for this.

He of course, falls for it. It's the best sex he's ever had. He's furious. Ra's is unrepentant and openly admits to his plans. Consent IS important, after all. Tim blows up several of his bases and then three days later? Him.

It takes all of five years of routinely threatening Gotham and then fucking the Detective incoherent for it to take. The Bat's eldest sends his lover after him. Wilson is a formidable opponent but sadly, they are unable to finish their duel. As the Detective has come to kill him, himself. The usual response. His lovers are rarely the sort to appreciate being made pregnant. They tend to demand satisfaction and his head on a spine.

As equally usual, he is able to convince the Detective of why he is more useful alive. He has a very persuasive tounge. The Kryptonians sent after him though? Those are a bother. Apparently his grandson sends his regards. Well played.

tim gives into Ra's once and it absolutely messes with his ability to remain impartial and fight ra's because he's just remembering how good ra's made him feel 😩😩😩😩. tim is just human afterall and its not like dick or bruce had any leg to stand on about tim sleeping with the enemy given their own histories.

tim is furious with ra's for being good at sex and making it so he often gets all weak-kneed around him now and he HATES his pussy for getting so attatched to ra's and just automatically getting wet at the sight or sound of him.

it's so obvious what ra's wants when fucking him (aside from just fucking tim) and tim falls for it every single time thinking nothing will happen. but then 5 years after he's started sleeping with ra's, tim messes up with his birthcontrol somehow or maybe all those creampies finally caought up with him because birth control is only SO effective- and tim is pregnant. he's several weeks along and if it had been five years earlier tim would've dealt with it without a shred of remorse.

but...now tim is older and more sentimental and...he's been thinking of leaving the caped business behind for awhile....and being the mother to ra's al ghul's child means tim's baby will have built-in round-the-clock monitoring and babysitting courtesy of the various shadows ra's sends his way to watch over his newest heir. well...if he lives long enough considering the look on his friends and family's faces when he told them he was pregnant and retiring.

#answered asks #asks #anonymous #rastim

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applebutter-and-cinnamon · 2 years

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Moonlight Serenade

Summary: Bradley takes you out on your first "official" date. Mostly fluff, a stepping stone in the story.

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader

A/N: I tried to tag everyone who requested to be tagged, I'm so sorry if I missed anyone. I'm truly humbled by the number of people that are invested in this story. There's plenty more to come and I hope you enjoy it!

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Bar Introductions (Part One) The Beach Date (Part Two)

"Do you think it looks alright?" You asked, angling your camera to show off the outfit you had thrown together for the evening ahead of you.

"Mmmm, do you want my honest answer?" Abby asked, her vibrant red hair filling your phone screen.

You bit your lip, "Yes, please."

"Ditch the jacket you threw on over your sundress and wear your wedges instead of those sneakers. He's trying to impress you which means that you should dress up, save that outfit for when you are doing something more casual," she told you.

You nodded your head, propping the phone up on the dresser so she could still see you as you made the changes that she'd suggested.

"You look so cute, girl," she told you through the phone, giggling as she did.

"Thanks!" You told her brightly, giving her a small spin to show off the outfit.

"Are you nervous," her brow arched in concern as she took in the way you were fiddling with your hands.

You nodded, swallowing hard. "I'm a little worried that he won't like me as much once we hang out together in person, you know?"

Abby rolled her eyes, "You guys talk on the phone at least once a day. I seriously doubt that connection is going to disappear just because you can smell each other."

You giggled as Bob walked in behind her and made a face at the words that were leaving his wife's mouth.

"What?," Abby asked, turning around, "Oh! Hi baby, I didn't know you were home."

You waved at Bob through the phone giving him a sheepish smile.

He returned your wave as he laughed at his wife and her bubbly personality.

Abby opened her mouth to tell you something else but you found yourself unable to catch the words she spoke as a knock sounded rythmically against your door.

"Oh my God, is that him?" She asked.

You nodded, "I think so, I gotta go but I'll talk to you later. Thank you for the help!"

"You'd better tell me everything," she warned before hanging up.

You took a deep breath before opening your front door to reveal an uncharacteristicly-nervous looking aviator. He was dressed in a nice pair of jeans and a white button down. His sunglasses were hanging from his collar and his curly hair had a little bit of gel in it.

"Hi," you greeted him, any impressive greeting had fled from your thoughts as you'd taken in his golden skin.

"Hey there," his voice matched yours, coming out gentle and soft in his deep tone. "What is it?" He asked, taking in the way your eyes slid away from his.

"You look really nice," you said, blushing hard but unable to hide the truth from him.

His eyes lit up, obviously delighted. "I'm glad you think so, but I think of the two of us, you're shining the brightest Little Lady," he said, tilting his head forward to force your eye sight to align with his own.

You rolled your eyes and laughed, "Why, thank you."

"Any time," he shrugged, "Are you ready to go?"

"Yep, take me away Lieutenant," You told him, stepping out of your doorway and locking it behind you.

"Well, I'd be absolutely delighted to do so," he said, putting on a funny accent and extending his arm to you, which you took and allowed him to escort you to the passenger side of his car.

He held open the door for you, waited for you to climb in, before shutting it closed firmly behind you. He jogged around the front of the car and climbed into the driver's side to start the engine.

"What's the plan," you asked.

Your eyes were drinking in the details of him that were subtley on display in his car. His music taste was clearly defined through the CDs that he had in a compartment under the radio. He had an old high school baseball cap that was on the dashboard on the passenger side with the name "Bradshaw" embroidered on the back.

There was a picture of a small bonde boy with a blonde woman and a man who looked a lot like him, taped to the glass behind the steering wheel where the spedometer was.

He glanced over you, a small smile taking over his face, "I was planning to take you to this little Italian restaurant that I love, been going there since I was really small."

You dropped your jaw in mock offense.

"What?" His laughter cut through his confusion at the look on your face.

"You're not going to cook for me? I can't believe this," you teased, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

"Oh my Lord," He chuckled and shook his head, "I certainly can, but the best thing I can make is macaroni and cheese from a box."

He smiled brighter as your laugh filled the car, growing over the sound of the music that was playing from the speakers.

"That's ok," you told him, "I'm just going to be disappointed for the rest of the evening." Your smile and shining eyes communicating the exact opposite to him.

"I'll endeavor to make it up to you, Ma'am," he told you, a bit of his accent peaking through.

"I look forward to it, Mister."

He parked the car in front of the restaurant, rushing out a quick, "Wait!" when you tried to open your door.

He ran to the your side, opening the door with a flourish.

Bradley escorted you inside, waving at the hostess as he led you to a table on the back patio that overlooked the beach. He pushed in your chair as you sat down before getting comfortable in the seat across from you.

"This a cute place," you told him, as you took the menu that he extended to you.

He nodded, "Yeah, it's been here for a really long time, but it has some of the best food in California."

The waitress came over to take your order and left the two of you to yourselves after pouring a glass of wine for each of you.

"I didn't realize that you knew Penny so well," He commented.

You nodded, swirling the red liquid in it's glass. "She and my Dad grew up together," you explained, "She stepped in to help him raise me after my Mom died and then again when my Dad passed."

His eyebrows raised and he leaned towards you across the table, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring up a hard topic-"

"No, you're fine," You interrupted, "I like talking about them."

Bradley relaxed and his eyes watched the waves for a minute before coming back to focus on you.

"How old were you when they passed, if you don't mind me asking?" He asked.

"I never really met my mom, she died a few days after she gave birth to me due to some birth complications. I did know my Dad, pretty well actually. He was my best friend, but he was died of cancer a few years back," you told him. "Why do you ask?"

"I lost both of my parents as well, my Dad when I was a kid and Mom just before I went into the Navy," he explained.

You crossed your legs and grabbed your wine off of the table. "Yeah, it sucks," you told him, bluntly.

He gave a loud laugh, "Yes, it does."

You observed him for a minute, letting yourself drink him in. Bradley eminated a warmth that made everything around him glow golden, but he seemed completely unaware of his impact.

You'd seen countless men and women turn to watch him when he walked by, he made kids laugh, and held polite interactions with everyone he came across. You hadn't known him long, but you wanted to keep him around.

"So," you started, giving him a mischievous smile, "Why Rooster?"

Bradley rolled his eyes, "It's literally so stupid."

You leaned forward across the table, eyes lighting in excitement as a broad smile took over your face. "You have to tell me now!" You laughed.

He gave a mock-groan, running his hand through his hair. "I grew up as an only child my whole life and my Mom's room was on the other side of the house so she never heard me in the morning."

"Oh, no," you giggled.

He nodded, grinning sheepishly, "Yeah, so for the first little while that I was sharing room's with people, when I woke up I was super loud and woke everyone up. They started calling me Rooster because I sort of became everyone's live-in alarm."

Your hand came up to cover your mouth as you laughed at his blushing face from the unfortunate scenario surrounding his callsign.

The rest of your dinner passed by much faster than you would've liked, but it was full of laughter and conversation that let you get to know who Bradley was one-on-one.

He swiped the check off of the table before you had a chance to grab it, though you tried and did a victory dance at his success.

"I don't want to go home yet," You told him as he led you out of the restaurant's front doors.

"I don't want to take you home yet," his hand was clasped tightly in yours and he used it to drag you away from his car, further down the street.

"Where are we going?" You asked, breathless from laughing.

He shot you a gorgeous smile over his shoulder, "You'll see in a second."

He led you to a pier that extended into the ocean, walking all the way down it revealed an old, beat up piano.

"There's no way that still works," You said in disbelief.

He shrugged, "It doesn't sound as good as the one at the Hard Deck, but it plays."

He sat down on the bench, pulling you down to sit next to him. Just over the top of it you could see the ocean stretching on to the horizon. The water reflected the shining stars and the full moon that was providing the light for Bradley as he rested his fingers on the keys.

"You bring all of your dates here," you asked, trying to break some of the tension.

He shook his head, eyes full of honesty,"'Only you so far, Little Lady."

He played a chord and strings of the piano struggled to get the note out, but it rang out into the air.

"Any requests?" He asked, turning to look at you.

You shook your head, "Play whatever you want."

You giggled as he started to play "At Last" by Etta James, his voice echoing down the pier.

You rested your head on his shoulder and let him sing for you.

His voice wasn't perfect and he couldn't remember all of the words but when he finished you were certain that it was the most perfect song you'd ever experienced.

"Beautiful," you told him, raising your head to meet his eyes.

"I sure think so," he said, his warm brown eyes gazing intently into yours.

You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as his hand left the piano keys to cup your cheek. His skin was rough but you enjoyed the sensation as it slid across your face.

He cleared his throat, "Would it be alri-"

You weren't sure where your confidence came from, but you interrupted him and leaned forward to capture his lips with your own.

He responded quickly, his other arm moving to pull you closer into him. His lips were warm and you could taste the wine from dinner on them.

Where your hand rested on his chest you could feel his heart pounding and you felt yourself relax, knowing that you had a similar affect on him that he had on you.

He pulled away and rested his forehead on yours, "I've only been on one date with you, but I'm pretty sure that you've ruined me for anyone else."

You leaned closer to capture his lips one more time, "Looks like we're even."

Taglist: @n3ssm0nique @roosterschanelslut @carpediem1219 @blessupblessup @milf-lover01 @skyes-universe @obx-pogues-4-life @langaslefthairstrand @torres-espana @victoria-magic-tribute @lavxnder @maryelizabeth13 @iamabeautifulperson18

#rooster bradshaw x reader #rooster bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw #top gun x reader #top gun 2 #top gun maverick #top gun

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1-800-dk · 2 years

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svt w a selfless s/o

ft 95z + wonwoo

requested? yessir

seungcheol...

he! is a caregiver, so he knows alll about being selfless !! especially as the leader of svt so he often finds himself putting others needs before his own too. he knows it's a hard habit to break because he's been doing it too for so many years now. do not worry though, once he realizes you've become overwhelmed with constantly putting everyone above yourself he will comfort you soo much :( reassures u that everything is gna be alright. man he's big on caring he's got a big heart. [take that comment as u will]

jeonghan...

I always joke around and say jeonghan is a teaser and a big brat but we alll know its how he shows his luv LMAO but there are times when hannie is 100% serious and whenever it comes to you putting his needs, your friends needs above your own to the point of you breaking down and crying he puts a temporary end to brat jeonghan, is by your side reassuring you immediately and helping you calm down!! he'd wipe your tears and call u his angel ☹️

joshua...

:( shua's love language is what??? words of affirmation you're right. he doesn't like that you put others before yourself at all it breaks his heart to see you toss aside your needs for others. he's always going to be there and hold you when things get rough!! he's going to be the one to reassure you that it's 100% okay to be selfish and to put yourself first !!! [putting urself isn't necessarily selfish but ykwim]

wonwoo...

protective bf wonu??? UGHH we love it. he's always got you in his lap protectively when you're overwhelmed, claims its to help you calm down bc he read that skin to skin contact can be good in situations like this but we all know he's lying he does it because he's worried about you :[ !! constantly reminding u that u need to set boundaries in any relationship and that means putting urself first !! if he notices u putting him before u he shuts it down so quick mmmm wonu won't allow it

#jeonghan scenarios #seventeen scenarios #wonwoo scenarios #joshua scenarios #seventeen #joshua fluff #wonwoo fluff #seungcheol scenarios #jeonghan fluff #seuncheol fluff #scoups scenarios #scoups fluff

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bteezxyewriter12 · 1 year

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Truth or Dare/ 2

Pairing- Minhyuk x Named Reader

Word count- 2.8k

Includes- morning sex, blow job, cum eating, cock rubbing?, riding, missionary, squirting, multiple orgasms, fluff

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxxmine @yeosayang @delightfulmoonbanana @tannie13 @y00nzin0 @marsstarxhwa @itsshaydeekaydee @seokwoosmole @wisejudgedragonhairdo @seonghwasstar @kpop-bambi @meowmeowminnie

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J POV

Waking up, I keep my eyes closed, feeling the neck of someone against my face

Still, I'm not ready to get up yet

Instead, I cuddle into whoever I'm sleeping with more, feeling their arm around me and their soft skin under my body

They feel good and I'm lulled back to sleep

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I wake up again, still in the arms of some one

But this time I feel something poking my thigh

Opening my eyes, I move my head back, Minhyuk's sleeping face coming into my vision

What the fuck?

Moving my eyes down, I realize I'm naked from the waist down

And he's naked from the waist down

If he's naked then that means what's poking me is...his hard dick

Oh my fuck

What the hell is going on?

Last night comes back to me and I remember that I fucked my best friend

And it was amazing

He ate me out so fucking skillfully, his dick felt so good and he made me squirt

I've never squirted before

And I did this in front of the guys and their friends

Fuck

I never had one singular thought of Minhyuk in a sexual way

Never

But god, he was literally the best fuck I ever had

It's fucking with me right now

Because as I feel his cock poking me, remembering last night, I'm getting horny

And I want to fuck my best friend again

"Hyukie", I murmur, softly shaking his arm, "Hyukie"

"Mmmm", he whines, his arm tightening around me, holding me closer to him

His skin feels amazing against me, so soft and so pretty

"Hyuk", I say a little louder

"Yeah?", he mutters, his eyes slowly opening

His eyes focus on me and they widen so big

"Jo? What the...", he gapes, letting me go, moving back from me

"It's ok Hyuk"

"Where are your pants? Why are you in my bed....oh shit", he says as realization forms on his face

His eyes move down to his hard dick, his face turning red

"Shit", he gasps, putting his hand over himself

Like that's gonna hide his monster cock

"I'm sorry", he says, his eyes anywhere but on me

I slowly move my hand to his, pushing his hand off him, then wrap my hand around his dick

His eyes meet mine in confusion

"Want you again", I whisper, hoping he doesn't reject me

Last night everything he did was a dare

I think he just got into it, saw free sex and took it

Me on the other hand, after the first orgasm he gave me, I wanted everything we did

I wanted him

And I want him right now too

"Really?", he asks, surprised

I nod, moving my hand up and down his length, slowly

"Do you-", I start but stop when he nods

"Want you too"

I give him a small smile as I nod

I slowly push him onto his back, moving down his body until I'm face to face with his dick

Christ, it really is huge

And so hard

And honestly...pretty

"Jo..you don't-", he starts

"I want to", I tell him, looking up at him, "You did it for me last time and it's your turn now"

"I didn't do it to get anything back", he tells me

"I know Hyuk, but I want to. I want to make you feel good"

I really do

I don't know why I feel this way but I want to make him feel amazing

I want to hear him moan from what I'm doing to him

Before he can say anything, I stick my tongue out, slowly running my tongue up the underside of his cock

"Fuck", I hear him moan as I lick all the way up to his head, then swirl my tongue around his head, "Oh god fuck"

Pressing the flat of my tongue against his slit, I lick up his leaking cum, the taste of him so good

Jesus

"Fuck Hyukie, you taste yummy"

"Fuck Jo", he whimpers

Wrapping my mouth around his head, I suck softly, lifting my eyes to the sight of him in pleasure

He's so beautiful it's stupid

Sucking on him, I wrap my hand around the rest of him, stroking his cock up and down in time with my sucking

He's so fucking hard in my hand but his skin is so soft

I take him in my mouth more, sucking on him desperately, loving how he feels in my mouth, how he stretches my mouth like he does to my cunt

I can't help but moan as I pleasure him, liking giving him a blow job so much more than I should

His fingers run in my hair, holding on lightly for now

Every few sucks, I move down his cock, taking him in more and more

When his head pokes in my throat, I choke as my gag reflex kicks in

Still, I shove down, forcing him in my throat

I've deep throated before

It'll a bitch to get him in but once I do, I'll be ok

"Joanne oh fuck", he pants, as I get him all in, tears running down my face, "Suck on me. Please jagi, suck my cock"

I suck once, then breath through my nose, calming my throat

Starting off slow, I gradually increase my speed with each suck until I'm going at a good pace, enjoying the feeling of his heavy cock down my throat

His fingers tighten in my hair as his breathing gets harder, gorgeous sounds pouring from his mouth

Changing up the movements, I bob my head on him, bottoming his out every time, spit all over this cock and dripping from my mouth

"Oh shit, don't stop", he yells, "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum"

Hearing that, I move faster, wanting to swallow all his cum

"Joanne fuck! Oh god!"

His body shakes, cum shooting down my throat

I swallow over and over, a mix of my spit and his cum leaking from my mouth

"Oh god, swallow again", he whines and I do it for him

His thick cum falls down my throat, tasting so good

I suck him through his orgasm, keeping him as hard as he can be after coming

He softly tugs on my hair, pulling me off him, leaving him half hard

"Come here", he murmurs, pulling me up to him as I climb on him, straddling him

I reach between us, laying his cock on his stomach then sitting on the underside of his dick

"Fuck", he murmurs, his hands move up my hips, slowly moving up and taking my shirt with it

"Off baby", he whispers

I nod, helping him by taking the shirt off

He pulls my arms, crashing my body on top of his, undoing my bra

"Up baby"

I sit up again as he takes off my bra, tossing it to the floor

"Holy shit", he gapes, his eyes starting from my pussy, stopping on my boobs where they widen, then to my face

As his eyes move back down, I blush hard, my hands moving to cover my boobs

"No", he says softly, pulling my arms down, "Don't hide jagi. You're so fucking beautiful"

His big hands move from my hips, slowly trailing up, his touch lighting every nerve on fire, my skin trembling

"My god you're perfect", he murmurs and I'm shocked to hell hearing him

Never thought I'd ever hear that from Minhyuk

His hands squeeze my boobs, fingers running over my nipples

Pleasure run up my spine as I moan softly

"Fuck, you just soaked my dick", he groans, "Feels good?"

I nod

It feels better than good

He pinches my nipple, rolling them between his fingers and my hips move involuntarily, sliding on his dick

"Yeah baby, do it again", he murmurs

I move along his length again, his cock harder than before

"Keep going. Until you cum", he urges

I nod, moving my hands to his chest to lean on him, moving my hips fast

Pleasure blasts in my body, my fingers twisting in his shirt

"Good girl", he praises, "Faster"

My speed increase, my clit rubbing against the under side of his head

"Fuck", I shout, intense pleasure making my legs shake

Shortening my sliding, I press my clit down on his head, rubbing right against that spot

"Oh my god, Hyukie", I cry, my eyes closing in bliss

"Fuck, such a good girl", he moans, "So fucking wet for me"

"I can't", I babble, "Too good, I can't"

My head is cloudy with pleasure and I can't make sense when I speak

"Cum for me", he asks, "You can cum on my dick baby. It's ok"

Sliding again, my clit hits that spot on his head and I yell his name, my body shaking in pleasure when I cum

My god it's incredible

"Yes yes yes", he cries, "Put me in your pussy. Fuck please jagi. I need you wrapped around me"

My legs shaking, I slip up to his tip, getting his head in my hole and shoving myself down his fat cock

"Oh fuck yes", I yell when I bottom him out, immediately circling my hips to rub my spot on his tip

"Oh fuck! Tight", he gasps, "Tiny tight pussy. Fucking takes me so well"

I nod, bunching his shirt up, desperate to get it off him

With some maneuvering, I pull it over his head, tossing it somewhere in the room

Looking down at him, my brain temporarily shuts off as I take in the sight of him

Broad shoulders, muscular chest and fuck me he has abs

Why didn't I know he had abs?

"Fuck Hyuk, you're fucking hot", I gape, running my fingers over his hard ab muscles, "So beautiful"

I realize what I'm saying and I feel my cheeks heat up

One of his hands takes mine, holding tightly, "Not as beautiful as you jagi"

I smile softly at him, him smiling back and making my heart flutter

Why haven't I noticed how gorgeous his smile is?

And why the fuck is it affecting me like this?

"Ride me?", he asks softly, snapping me out of my thoughts

I nod, immediately starting to bounce on him

The feel of his cock sliding in, pushing me open sends pleasure washing over me

Wanting to keep feeling the bliss he's giving me, I move faster, loving how his cock splits me open, how hard he is, how I spasm around him

"Fuck baby, so good", he praises, " Faster. Ride me hard"

I lean on his abs, fingers digging in his skin as I move my hips in a circle as I wiggle down his cock each time I bottom him out

His head hits my spot and I can't stop the shaking my body is doing

It just feels so amazing like no one else has ever made me feel

Just him

I'm so wet, his cock just making me wetter with each bounce, his lap soaked

"Fuck jagi, you're so fucking stunning on my cock", he murmurs, his hands gripping my hips hard, "And you're pussy looks perfect wrapped around me. Opening just for me"

I nod, repeating, "Just for you"

The pleasure is turning my brain off and all I want is to feel his cock inside me

I yell in bliss as his fingers play with my clit as I slam down on him

"Cum for my cock", he urges, "You're so pretty when you cum, I need to see it again"

He will, I'm so close, desperately clenching his cock as hard as I can

"Cream my cock jagi and I promise I'll fuck you so hard right after. Do it for me"

His head hits my spot so hard stars blast in my vision just as his finger flicks my clit and I tumble head first into amazing pleasure

"Minhyuk!", I scream, wave after wave of bliss slamming my body as I explode on him

"Yes fuck. Keep going. Fuck feels amazing baby", he cries

I don't think I could stop coming nor do I want to

I vaguely feel my body moving and when I come back from the mind altering orgasm, I register that Minhyuk is on top of me, fucking into me hard

"Gonna split this pussy open", he growls, his hands on either side of my head, "Keep you impaled on my cock until you cum again and again"

I can't form words as I ride the ecstacy he's giving me

I had no clue my best friend was this wild in bed

"Fuck do you hear how loud your pussy is?"

My brain registers the loud squelching sound his cock is making every time he enters me mixing with the sound of our skin hitting each others

"Do you hear it?"

I nod, moaning softly

"This pussy loves my cock so much, loves creaming on me, doesn't it?"

"Yes", I whimper, his slams so hard, I'm moving up the bed with each thrust, his tip moving right into my spot each time

I don't think I've even been in this much pleasure before

It's like my body doesn't know what to do with it all besides take the pounding he's giving me

"Do you hear me?", he asks, grabbing my chin, moving my face to his

I realize just now he's talking to me

"I...I...", I babble, my body arching into his, my orgasm right there

"I said squirt on my cock now!", he demands, sweat plastering his hair to his forehead, "Soak my cock. Soak my bed. Now!"

He thrust so hard, sending me right into an orgasm so intense, I can't make any sounds

At least I think I'm not

My fingers hurt and I don't know why, all I know is that his cock feels so incredible as he fucks me through the bliss

When I come out of it, I ask, "Ddd..did...did...I.."

"You squirted", he smirks, pushing my sweaty hair from my face, "Good girl"

I smile weakly

"One more then I'm gonna cum inside you"

"Hyukie", I whine, not sure I can handle another orgasm of this intensity

"One more. Then you can take a nap ok?"

A nap sounds nice even though I just woke up

I feel him caressing my cheek softly, as he asks "Baby?"

"Yeah baby", I answer, "One more"

He nods, hooking his arms under my knees and pushing them to my chest

I move my hands from his sheets and I realize that my fingers were hurting because I was clenching the sheets so tightly

Shiver run up my spine when his mouth wraps around my nipple, sucking as he thrusts in my cunt

Shaking under him, I take his cock, take the pleasure, wanting to feel him cum inside me

God I want that so much

He buries in me over and over and it doesn't take long before I'm there again

How I don't know

I shouldn't have gotten so close so fast but fuck he's talented with his dick

"Make a mess on my cock", he whispers around my nipple and I lose it

Clenching down hard, I climax and immediately feel his dick throb inside me, releasing his cum

"Joanne", he moans, his hands gripping my skin hard, his warm sticky cum filling me perfectly

My god I love that feeling

"Yeah baby, milk my cock", he pleads as I do just that

I don't think I could stop throbbing on him if I tried

I watch the beauty that is him orgasming and weird feelings flutter in my chest

Feelings of wanting to be his, wanting to kiss him floating through me

It's just because we had sex, I assure myself, pushing the thoughts out of my head

He pulls out when he finishes, collapsing next to me as I close my eyes, feeling his cum leaking out of me

And surprisingly loving it

I'm so weird

I suck in breath after breath, so fucking hot and sweaty

And exhausted

When I feel his fingers running through my hair, I open my eyes to his beautiful face

He smiles softly, "Wanna nap?"

I nod, "Only if you stay with me"

His eyebrow raises, "You want that?"

I nod

I can't think of anything better that cuddling with him again

"Please?"

"Alright", he answers, laying next to me

It's not enough

"Hold me", I murmur, my heavy eyes closing

I feel him take me in his arms and I turn my body to him, burying my face in his neck and smelling the comforting scent that is only Minhyuk

I'm very aware that we fit together perfectly and that I feel so safe in his arms

I don't know what that's about and I don't want to think about it right now

I just want to sleep

His fingers move in my hair, playing gently and I let the good feeling lull me to sleep

#lee minhyuk smut #minhyuk smut #minhyuk fanfic #monsta x minhyuk #monsta x fanfic #monsta x smut

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i-will-always-be-happy · 11 months

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If requests are open can I request ler!genya and possible switch/lee!sanemi?

If not that's perfectly fine! Also I hope your having a good day/night <3

I like writing about Lee!Sanemi, I won't lie... He's pretty bitter and needs to be taught a lesson. Here I will use Genya with a demonic power, which will help him not to get hit by Sanemi.

Warning: This fanfic contains tickles. Also remind them that I don't speak English, so if they find any errors, let me know to correct it. I hope you like it!

Lee: Sanemi Shinazugawa

Ler: Genya Shinazugawa (in demon version)

'WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOU?!', Genya burst into his brother's estate, he had been thrown by the demon before Muichiro decapitated him, but the demonization effect had not finished, still having the appearance of a demon. Sanemi didn't know what to do, kill his brother? Leave it? He was a hashira and if he let a demon go free, he could die and those words he said when Nezuko was put on trial would have been a lie.

'A-Aniki... Don't be scared...', Sanemi's body was immediately lifted up, apparently the demonic art of the demon consisted of lifting things. 'GET ME DOWN IDIOT!!', Genya didn't know how, he didn't even know how he managed to activate it, maybe it was instinct. 'Aniki... Please calm down, let me explain...'

Genya's words were overshadowed by those of his brother, who wouldn't stop yelling and demanding that he put him down or he would have a bad time.

'Nemi... Hmm... I think this, could be beneficial for me hehehe' 'WHAT?! WHY DO YOU MAKE THAT FACE?!', Genya showed a cheeky smile accompanied by an 'Oh nothing', he approached his brother's body, who was going down with the step that Genya was taking until he was at an optimum height, far enough away, but that Genya could reach with his hands.

Sanemi recognized that look, that damn look that Genya had meant that he would be doomed to be his brother's tickle toy.

'Tickle tickle tickle!!', Genya's fingers immediately went to his brother's belly, who initially tried everything not to laugh, curse him, try to hit him or even bite his lip and clench his teeth hard, all in vain.

'GENYA!! GEHEHET THE HEHEHEHLL OFF!! STAHHAHHAHAP THIS SHIHIHIT!! YOHOHU'RE SO FUHUHUHUHCKING DEAHAHAD!!!', Sanemi literally kicked in the air, he didn't know how, but little by little he began to descend and when he finally touched the ground, Genya climbed on his hips and continued his sneak attack

'Na-ah, now it's my turn to talk Aniki! You're having fun, aren't you? I mean, since you love that sometimes Tomioka-San tickles you why you ask him to' 'WHAHAHAT?! WAIT! HOHOHOW DO YOU KNOHOHOW?! AHHH!! QUIHIHIT IT!!!', the scars near his belly began to be worse than that place, it gave him the feeling that all his worst spots were being attacked simultaneously, he didn't want anyone to know but, not everything is eternal

'GEHEHENYAA!! YOU FUHUHUHUHCKING DOHOHORK!! STAHAHAHAHAHAP THIS!! I KIHIHILL YOU!!!' 'Mmmm... Nah, we still have time before the demonization ends hehehe, we'll see how long you last Aniki!', Sanemi became his brother's toy for about 21 minutes, of course Genya gave him some breaks when he saw that he couldn't take it anymore or his laughter remained silent.

'STOP!! I BEHEHEHEG YOU!! GENYA!! ANIHIHIKI!!! STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!!', Genya's eyes lit up and he let go of his brother, stroking his hair while Sanemi still chuckled slightly.

He snuggled up and wiped away his tears, when he looked at his brother he realized that his appearance had returned to be the same

'How despicable you are sometimes... But now... It's my turn', and well Genya learned in a few minutes what it meant to tickle his brother

#demon slayer tickle #demon slayer tickling #ler!genya #lee!sanemi #shinazugawa brothers #contains some sanegiyuu

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multifariousqueer · 2 years

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Can you possibly write a smut one-shot where reader rides peters thigh? They have an established relationship and reader is stressed from schoolwork.THIGH RIDING IS UNDERRATED! Tysm ☺️

THIGH RIDING>>>>>>>

It felt like you were apart of everything. From clubs to sports to social cliques. It didn't help that your parents had put you in exclusively honors and AP classes bc in their words "You can do it" and "If I could walk 5 miles to school AND be in all honors classes, so can you." This always infuriated you and Peter but more Peter than you bc you were used to it in a way:

"What tf does the walk have to do with anything???" Peter questioned.

"Idk babe. I really don't know what their logic was there." you said defeated.

You and Peter had been dating for 4 years now and have been sexually active for 2 of those years. You always found sneaky ways to do it, weather it be in a janitors closet or his bed when Aunt May was working; you two always found a way. It was also convenient that Peter was your physics tutor which caused you two to have "study" dates that almost always ended in cum being everywhere. Peter knew you inside and out(literally) and he knew how sex can calm your nerves. So after one particularly hard day at school, you went to Peter's place:

"Omg babe, I literally have an English test tomorrow, a Math test tomorrow and an essay worth 40% of my grade due at midnight that I haven't even started yet." you said on the brink of tears

"Damn, that sucks babe. Why didn't you study or do the essay?" he said approaching you.

"Idk maybe bc of cheer and Model UN." you said sarcastically.

"School should come first, princess" he said grabbing your chin.

"Ikkkkk but I thought I would have time-" you stopped.

Peter had pressed his lips to yours:

"First of all, don't get sarcastic with me bc you didn't do your work. Second of all, I think I could help you in more than one way if you know what I mean" Peter said strongly.

You didn't know what he meant until he pulled you on the bed with him. His kisses became more heated and passionate quickly and his hands began wandering your body. He cupped your breast and began pinching and pulling your nipples. You whimpered at the sensation and he sat you on his lap and pulled off your shirt. He started sucking and lightly biting your nipple and rubbing small circles on your clit through your cotton panties. You started to grind against his hand but he quickly pulled away:

"Ride my thigh, princess" he said.

"Yes, sir." you cooed.

He situated you on his thigh but not before pulling down your panties which stuck to your pussy. Peter licked his lips at the sight and groaned. You sat down on his thick thigh and began riding. The feeling was odd at first because of you being bare and him being fully clothed in jeans but you pushed passed it. As you started grinding and moaning, you could see his jeans becoming tighter and tighter and his facial expressions becoming more and more fixated on your pussy and the wet patch on his leg. You let out light whimpers and moans as you were approaching your high. Peter started rocking your hips for you, coaching you through your orgasm:

"Yea baby, you're doing so good for me."

"Mmmm just like that princess."

"You're so close'

Before long, you let out your orgasm all over Peter's leg. You were a moaning mess but Peter gripped your ass the entire way through and guided you through the entire process. You felt so euphoric and any thoughts of your studies quickly faded away. As you caught your breath and began unfogging your head, you remembered Peter's words that brought you to this place,

"What was the other way?" you said.

"Hm?" Peter questioned.

"The other way you could help" you reinstated.

"I could tell you; but you'd have to help me with something" he said looking at his bulge.

You looked in his line of sight and quickly understood what he was talking about. You caught your breath, looked at the clock and got on your knees as Peter pulled down his pants.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker smut #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker angst #dom!peterparkerxsub!reader #mcu fanfiction #tom holland spiderman #tom holland x reader #tom!peter parker smut #peter parker #tom holland x fem #tom holland smut

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lumiolivierlithium · 6 months

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Schmerzmittel

Day 26 of 31 of Kinktober

Prompt: Massage

Word Count: 678

Near's emulation of L leaves him with a few aches and pains. Fortunately, he has Mello

A/N: I know this is Kinktober, but dammit, sometimes, we need a little fluff, too!

“Mmm…” Near could hardly sit still. And that was on a good day. But today was particularly rough. The rain on the horizon didn’t help. And the lack of attention didn’t help either. And Mello ignoring him from the other side of the living room really wasn’t helping the cause, “Mmm…Mmmm…”

“Alright, Near,” Mello tossed his phone aside, “I’ll bite. What seems to be the problem?”

“Everything hurts…” Near spoke softly, the stabbing in his hips and lower back only making things worse.

“You know why that is?” Mello argued, “Because someone’s so insistent about becoming L’s successor that you subconsciously emulate him. And between the way you sit and the fact that you sit like that for hours on end, you’re bound to hurt eventually.”

“That’s not it…” Near knew that was, in fact, it. But that meant admitting to Mello that he was right.

“Yes, it is,” Mello rolled his eyes. The shit I put up with when it comes to you, Near, “And you know it. Have you taken anything for it yet?”

“We’re out of Advil,” Near told him, “All we have left is the hard stuff.”

“And I know you’re not a fan.” The hard stuff…Yeah. Real hard. You mean, Matt’s edibles? That would probably have that taken care of with no problem? That’s pussy shit compared to what I got. As much as Mello felt like it’d be a lost cause, he knew there was only one option left. Mello got up from the couch and gave his hand to Near, “Come with me.”

“Where are we going?” Near wondered, taking Mello’s hand.

“To make you hurt less,” Mello helped him up. Near started squeezing the life out of Mello’s hand, a little yelp escaping his throat, “I know. I know…You really do hurt, don’t you, Near?”

“Mmhmm…” Near was on the verge of tears. Something he didn’t want to show Mello, but it was on the horizon.

“Alright, you big baby,” Mello swept Near off his feet and carried him off to the bedroom. Gently, he laid Near on the bed, “Take your shirt off,”

“What are you going to do?”

“Do you trust me?” Mello asked.

“Of course,” Near assured him, already undoing the buttons on his shirt, “But what are we doing?”

“I’m going to make you hurt a little less,” Mello promised, getting a bottle of oil out of his nightstand, “Do you know what this is?”

“I love you, Mello,” Near looked at it strangely, “But I hurt enough. We’re not having sex tonight.”

“You’re right,” Mello nodded, “We’re not. Did you really think this was lube?”

“How should I know?” Near tossed his shirt aside and got comfortable on the bed. Well…As comfortable as Near could get, “I don’t read German.”

“Really?” Mello sat at the edge of the bed, “It says Deutsches Kamillen-Massageöl. It’s German chamomile massage oil directly from the mutterland. I’m surprised you don’t know German. We’ve known each other for how long?”

“Long enough for me to not know German,” Near smiled a bit, “You really think I pay attention when you’re talking, Mello? A lot of it goes in one ear and out the other.”

“Fine then,” Mello tossed Near the bottle, “Du kannst dir das antun, du Kleiner Scheisse.”

“Wait, Mello,” Near grabbed the bottom of Mello’s shirt, “Please. Geh nicht…”

“Oh, I see,” Mello got a little closer, letting Near ball up in his lap, “Now that I’m leaving you alone, you suddenly know German. And you’re going to start playing nicely.”

“Mello, I hurt so bad,” Near shivered in Mello’s lap, “Please…Geh nicht…”

“Alright,” Mello put his hand to Near’s shoulder, “I will. And I’m going to make you feel better, ok?”

“Ok…”

“No…” Mello stopped him, “Was sagst du dazu…?”

Near knew Mello was getting a sadistic kick out of this. And he knew this was his punishment for mouthing off. But if it meant getting the pain to stop, he’d gladly comply, “Bitte?”

Mello merely smiled and helped Near get into a better position, “Natürlich, Liebchen…”

#dnkinktober #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #death note #death note fan fiction #meronia #expect more today #because I'm catching up on the days i've missed

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kyogre-blue · 1 year

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Ooh someone put to words why I felt that Liyue's archon quest really dropped the ball after Mondstadt's, thank you! My sister was appalled when I thought Kequing was the same person as Ganyu when she appeared for the first time haha, I went "oh purple-haired messenger lady" and didn't realize they were different people until I met Ganyu again for the glaze lillies and realized the dissonance in her values vs Kequing's lol

But about Mondstadt's archon quest—my perspective was colored by the fact that I read all the Mondstadt books before finishing it, but still—iirc doesn't Venti explicitly tell us that Dvalin *isn't* mad about the temples or the lack of worship, but that when he came back to Mondstadt he was met with rejection because people didn't recognize him? Just how much he sacrificed defending them from Durin must have twisted the knife even deeper... This draws parallels to the time he first descended to the world and he couldn't understand people and the people didn't understand him so they reacted with violence and anger, until he finally met Barbatos who saw him for his beauty instead (breeze amidst the forest vol. 1). And well, the time in the archon quest isn't the first time that Stormterror had attacked—he and the knights have clashed multiple times and animosity grew (breeze amidst the forest vol. 2 citation) to the point that revealing that he's the East Wind NOW would be dropping a political hot potato and put the Knights of Favonius in a lose-lose between killing one of their gods or looking like their people's safety didn't matter to them.

Plus, Venti specifically stating that Dvalin doesn't have to listen to him made perfect sense to me because, in the past, Venti DID command Dvalin - in battle against Durin, 500 years ago. The fallout of which has obviously caused Dvalin an unimaginable amount of pain and is basically why Dvalin and by extension Mond were in such dire straits in the present. Venti must have felt so guilty... that reminds me, they actually made this point a lot more explicit in the closed beta! The meaning is a lot clearer there than in the final version, imho - In the beta, as Venti is falling, still awake, Dvalin goes: "speak...summon me, command me, and thou shalt be saved—" but Venti instead smiles, relieved. "You have finally returned, Dvalin" and blacks out. When he wakes up on Dvalin's back, Venti tells Dvalin "I never summoned you because I never wanted to order you again." the AGAIN is key here, I believe.

You're right that 'freedom when commanded by an Archon is really not freedom at all' came a little out of left field though. The context probably was about how Venti commanding Dvalin to save him would mean nothing, while Dvalin Choosing to save everyone, by himself, despite everything, means a whole lot. And maybe about how Dvalin willingly tying himself back to Mond isn't what Venti wishes for him, but it's not his place to tell Dvalin what causes are worth committing himself to? Maybe? I'll have to think a bit more on that, bc Venti does seem to support people committing to service as long as it makes them happy. Hm.

Sorry if this is incoherent and hard to read rip I typed it in my phone and I can't see the whole ask at once in my tiny screen lmfao. Also I was surfing posts about the Genshin storyline and saw yours, which I was nodding along with, then I went to your tumblr and realised "Wait, that's the author of those amazing khr fics I read ages ago!!!!!" So I Kinda Got Overexcited fjkjdh

Mmmm I vaguely recall that Venti might have said that, but again, it isn't conveyed properly, which defeats the entire point.

One off-hand mention isn't enough for the motivations at the core of your storyline's central character. We needed something more like Jean sitting us down and explaining painfully how Dvalin showed up out of the blue one day, how the people panicked, how no one realized who he was until it was too, etc. This should be at least three sentences with sad music in the background, is what I'm saying. Like, an actual scene of this. This is what I mean when I say Mond feels like it's missing half of its scenes, to help transition between what we did get.

Similarly, I don't count the books toward the actual storyline. Very few people read those. I only read them on the wiki, not even in the game. The game doesn't even think you're reading them, since Liyue Act 4 literally told us nothing that wasn't already in the books, because they knew most players don't know this stuff and had to be caught up on all that. Beta content is obviously even less countable, since it's just straight up not canon anymore, since they chose to cut it.

(The beta stuff is interesting though! Wonder why they'd cut something so meaningful.)

In general, Mond and especially Liyue suffer from a ton of the setting and situation being just... vague.

We're not explicitly told what the actual conflict between the Qixing and the adepti is. We're not told what the adepti actually plan to do. We're not told what the Qixing are even doing behind the scenes. It's all discussed in total generalities, when the specifics would have massive implications for all the characters involved. In Mond, it's somewhat less noticeable because, at the end of the day, Dvalin is not being rational or acting as he normally would, so the situational details aren't too important. But in Liyue, the situation IS the plot, so.... yeah.

As much as I hate it, I will say that the new writers are better at convey this stuff, for whatever reason. I just finished Inazuma act 1 again, and it's noticeable how much they walk you through the situation in Inazuma, compared to Liyue's vagueness.

(Not to say that it's all good or even enjoyable, the Ritou errands were just annoying and the NPCs are a cancer, plus the emotional and character writing is a mess, especially in the other acts. Hilariously, it even comes back to bite them later because they try to sweep under the rug the situation they set up so painstakingly.)

I feel like those KHR fics are my real legacy, and I'm happy with that. Those were good days, hehe.

#playing genshin

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