#so trying to keep it steamy and fluffy

[the-last-thread-of-my-sanity]

There are kittens in this chapter :)))

#aruani #cadet aruani #armin arlert #annie leonhart #armin x annie #aruannie #chapter fic #my fic writing #kittens and also some light smut #ch 11 is gonna hurt a little bit #so trying to keep it steamy and fluffy

[yourgothiccqueen]

LN4 - “Formula One Sucks” Part 3

Summary: Things get steamy for Y/N and Lando 🤭

Pairings: Lando Norris x Female Reader

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT - 18+

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3

Masterlist

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The walk from the restaurant to Y/N's flat is supposed to take twenty five minutes. When two, sexually frustrated 20 somethings do the walk, it takes less than ten.

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The air was thick with with a new feeling, that Y/N wasn't used to. Sure, she'd been on dates before, and sure, guys had come back to her flat afterwards. But this was different. This felt different.

"You okay?" Lando murmured, voice deep and low.

Y/N inserted the key into her front door.

"Never better."

Thank god she'd cleaned before leaving for the date earlier, she thought. Having Lando see her bright pink Oodie was not the first date activity she had in mind.

"Ah, now this...is very, very sexy." Lando smiled.

Oh no.

She had tidied it away.

Hadn't she?

Lando held the pink Oodie in the air, a smug fueled grin on his face.

"No no, I tidied that away! I swear!" Y/N squealed, jumping to grab the Oodie from Lando's hand. "I never wear it. Promise. Only sexy lingerie in this house."

Lando couldn't help but laugh, keeping the Oodie out of Y/N's reach.

"I don't know, I'd say this could be lingerie. Very big, very fluffy, very pink lingerie."

"You're such a dick, Norris!" Y/N lunged at Lando,

"Any you have such incredible taste in fashion, L/N."

With one final attempt to grab the Oodie from Lando's hands, Y/N threw herself towards it, sending them both backwards on to the sofa.

The giggling stopped.

They were very, very close.

"Hi there." Lando whispered, his face mere inches from hers.

"Hey." Y/N smiled, allowing herself to rest a hand on his cheek.

The tension was back again, the Oodie forgotten.

"I never said, earlier," he begun, his finger making its way to the strap of her dress "but this dress, is very hot."

The tip of Lando's finger traced along her shoulder, to her collar bone, before resting on her chin. He lifted it gently, so they're eye to eye.

"Thank you." Y/N managed to whisper, barely audible over the sound of her pounding heart.

He leaned forward, eyes darkening with lust, as he pressed a light kiss to her lips, barely a flutter. Testing the waters. Y/N felt her eyes close. Her heart already racing, as Lando's lips pressed gentle kisses on her lips, down to her neck. Her hands found a home in his curls, as he pressed his tongue against the sensitive spot below her ear. She couldn't help but whimper at the contact.

"This okay?" Lando murmured against her neck.

"Yeah, s'nice." Y/N breathed out, trying to relax into the sofa. Y/N's body felt like it had been struck by lightning, every inch of her tingling with anticipation, as his body pressed tightly against hers. He wasn't rushing, he was taking his time with her. Making her wait for more.

And hey, she wasn't complaining.

Lando's kisses were followed with the agonizing movement of his hands tracing up her bare thighs. Inching their way up to the hem of her dress, pushing it up slightly.

Thank god she'd worn her (one and only pair of) sexy black underwear.

"God, you're fucking, beautiful." Lando muttered against her lips. "I know." She managed to whimper back. Lando smiled against her lips "God! Even when you're a moaning mess below me you still manage to get the last word in."

Y/N didn't have a chance to respond as Lando crashed his lips against hers again, harder this time. His tongue slipped into her mouth, faster and needier than before. She moaned into him, unashamed at the noises leaving her. His hands pushed her dress all the way up and his fingers dug into her hips as he pushed himself against her fully.

Her hands in his hair.

His mouth on hers.

His dick hard, pressed against her thigh.

She couldn't think, couldn't speak, couldn't comprehend what was happening as his tongue danced with hers. Both fully dressed, yet she was more turned on than she'd ever been in her life. And with the way Lando was grinding against her, Y/N guessed he was to.

His mouth left hers as he moved down her body, positioning himself between her legs.

"You don't ha-have to do that, it's okay." She managed to gasp, cheeks flushed.

"Shush, I want to, if you want me to?" He gazed up at her, eyes hungry, but still caring.

"Yes - please."

"Thank fuck, cos I think I'd die if I don't get to have your thighs wrapped around my head."

He pulled her underwear to the side, leaving Y/N feeling momentarily exposed. He pressed a reassuring kiss to her inner thigh, before pressing his tongue against her.

"Oh - fuck!" Y/N whimpered into her hand.

Lando used his tongue to explore her, his hands pressed tightly against her thighs. He moved slowly to begin, licking every inch of her.

"Feelin' good?" He murmured against her clit, the vibrations sending shock waves through her body.

"Y-yes, fuck, please, don't s-stop!"

He picked up the pace, his tongue moving in circles. Y/N couldn't contain how fucking good it felt, couldn't stop moving against his touch. Lando pressed one of his hands against her stomach, holding her against the sofa. Her hands found a home in his hair, holding him against her.

Y/N was in such a state of ecstasy, of bliss, that she didn't notice when Lando moved his hand, until two fingers were sinking into her.

Fuck - the noise she made could have made Lando cum on the spot.

"There you go, pretty girl." He moaned against her, as he moved his fingers in and out of her.

"Oh my g-god- " She moaned.

A familiar sensation was building in the pit of her stomach, before she could even get the words out.

"I think I'm -"

"Cum for me, baby."

She didn't need to be told twice. Feeling herself tumble over the edge, Lando's tongue against her, his fingers inside her.

She came the hardest she'd ever come in her life.

He stayed between her legs until she'd finished, glancing up at her smugly when she'd done. She could feel her face was red, her hair a mess, sweat beading at her hairline. She must look a state, she thought.

It's the sexiest he's ever seen anyone look, Lando thought.

Breathing hard, Y/N spoke "Holy shit, I've never cum that hard before, like, ever."

Lando kissed her inner thigh again, before moving back up the sofa to look her in the eyes.

"What can I say, it's the Lando Norris effect." He said, smugly. "You ready for another one?"

His lips were against hers again, with no time to recover. Y/N wasn't complaining, she was eager to feel him inside of her. She moved her hands down his chest, finding the button of his trousers. She managed to undo it quickly, considering how her hands were still trembling by how hard her orgasm had hit her.

Lando moaned against her mouth, as he helped to move his trousers down his thighs. Both too eager, too desperate to stop and undress each other properly.

It wasn't a surprise that he was big, but she gasped all the same as he sunk into her.

"Fuck." He whimpered against her mouth, as he began to grind his hips into her, her legs wrapped around his waist.

It was messy, it was clumsy, but it was fucking hot.

"Just a warning" Lando managed to whimper, "but I'm not g-gonna last long."

"Me n-neither." She moaned.

His thrusts were sloppy, but still hit that spot deep inside her. Her hands scrambled at the back of his neck, desperate for him to be even closer than he was. His whimpers in her ear were enough to send her over the edge a second time, somehow even harder than before.

"Fuck!" She cried, against his neck.

"God, you're fucking perfect." He moaned. "Fuck. I'm gonna-"

His thrusts became less coordinated as he felt himself cum, moaning and gasping into Y/N's neck, unable to contain how intense it all felt.

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A moment of calm followed, where they laid in each others arms, sweaty but comfortable with one another.

"I know, by the way." Y/N murmured into the silence, fingers playing with Lando's hair.

"Know what?" He asked, head laying on her chest.

"That I'm perfect."

Lando released a small laugh - "You're impossible - I take it back now!"

"You don't mean that." A small smile appeared on her face.

He didn't.

#f1 #lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris x female reader #f1 fanfic #formula 1 #fyp #lando norris imagine #lando norris oneshot #lando norris smut #smut #f1 smut #f1 fluff #lando norris fluff

[muzansfangs]

How they eat you out.

Starring: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x f!reader; Shinji Hirako x f!reader; Isshin Kurosaki x f!reader;

Format: short-imagines;

Warnings: nsfw, language, dirty talk, overstimulation, shibari, vaginal fingering, oral sex (reader!receiving), daddy kink, marking the partner, hair pulling, praise kink, possessiviness, pussy slapping, edging, orgasm denial, dom!Grimmjow, dom!Shinji, dom!Isshin, small age gap between Isshin and the reader, sub!reader;

Plot: they love you, they love you so much that giving you oral has become an art for them. But they all have a different style, their own unique way of doing it. How do they eat you out? What do they do to make you melt under their skilful tongue?

PART ONE| PART TWO| PART THREE.

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Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez.

This man is a menace. A predator, he is keen to devour you messily, obviously. When he eats you out, Grimmjow makes you feel like a hapless antelope chased down the savanna by a leopard, caged in his chokehold, quite literally. His nails felt like claws digging onto your thighs to keep you in place at his mercy. In his shimmering piercing blue eyes, you did not fail to recognize the panther living inside of him. Grimmjow was a wild animal, you had to deal with it.

When he feasted on you, he always did it as if he was a starving man. He lapped, groaned, manhandled you to accomodate you in a position he enjoyed the most in that very moment and he even slapped your pussy, if you dared to protest.

Albeit he could be rough, though, he would have never hurt you.

Grimmjow was not a man prone to pour his heart out in tear-jerker love confessions. After telling you he liked you, he meant it and confined himself to territorial gestures and passionate nights of lust and love. His ownership over you was already established, yet he loved to remind you of how deeply he cared about you and your ultimate pleasure by spending hours with his face buried between your legs.

He could never get enough of you, of your taste, of the way you writhed beneath the licks he gave you. His tongue lapped at your core non-stop, his feline eyes scrutinizing in delight the way your face scrunched up, as he made you navigate the different seas of lust and pleasure.

As you laid on your back, his hands keeping your legs spread in front of his face, his mouth worked on your pussy to make sure not a single inch of your flesh was left untouched. You could swear you had even heard him growl as you bucked your hips up erratically. As a reflex, your knees spasmed and you attempted to close your legs. Wrong choice. Terrible accident.

“Keep your fucking legs like that, woman” he rasped out, forcing them back down as he shot you a resentful glare through his lashes.

You whimpered, hands covering your face in dispair as you panted “G–Grimmjow, baby, I’m sorry! It’s too much…” you gingerly whined, only to hear him snort and flick his tongue over your sensitive clit as a delectable form of punishment.

“You better be sorry. Look at you, soaking wet, and trying to rob me of my meal. Stop bitching around” he chided you, making you gawk as your hand reached out to grasp a pillow and you playfully hit him with it over his head.

This was such a natural course of events for you two. Moments of domestic tenderness and play time paired up with steamy activities. Maybe, deep down, you had truly tamed him!

Grimmjow groaned and slapped your folds as a payback, making you regret having chuckled at him and his dumbfounded expression the moment the fluffy pillow had landed on his face. Had you, by any chance, forgotten who was in charge? The audacity of acting like an alpha, when he was supposed to be the one, at least in bed, was surely going too far.

“You little pest, you know what? I’m done tongue-fucking you. On your hands and knees, now” the blue-haired former Espada ordered you, standing back up and unbuckling his belt right before your now rounded eyes.

Oh, well, your little stunts always led to him sheathing himself deep into you and hours spent in sitting down with a certain discomfort. Little did he know you always tried to piss him off to get pinned down like that and, honestly, he did not feel like complaining.

Not when he could mark you down over and over again.

Shinji Hirako.

Your boyfriend and his unhealthy, enervating, obnoxious obsession for doing things in unconventional ways had repercussions on sex too at times. While it was always an enjoyable experience, there were days it could lead you to insanity. Shinji loved to vary. You surely could not say sex with him was static, basic. On the contrary, it was appallingly turbolent. Along with loving to give you oral, Shinji literally put you in every possible position humanly practicable.

Upside down, preferably.

Dangling from the ceiling, ropes meticulously tying your limbs, you whimpered at the feeling of Shinji’s pierced tongue flicking your bundle of nerves. Your body shrieked, jaw going slack as your eyes fluttered closed to enjoy the sensation to its fullest. His sarcastic and infuriatingly childish attitude were reflected by his actions. He was born to tease you, to break you down piece by piece, until you were nothing but a whining mass of sweat and pleas.

“Your hole clenching around nothing is calling me, babe. Can you hear it whisper to me? Atta girl, you’re doing so fuckin’ good for me” your boyfriend crooned, his lips still hovering over your dripping sex, amber eyes drifting down your body until he made eye-contact with you.

Arching your back, a breathy moan ripped from your throat, your movements restricted by the ropes amplifying your perception to the maximum level “Shinji! Baby, please, just … Just add a finger, I can’t do this anymore” you begged him, teary eyes meeting his cunning ones, through your eyelashes.

Honestly, you had lost count of how many times he had brought you close to the edge only to let you down on the verge of your orgasm. He loved watching you bewailing, wiggling around, when all you could do was begging him to just finish you off. It was satisfying, amusing even.

“Damn, this greedy pussy’s so hungry for me. Have you heard her, babe? She wants a finger to fill her up! Fine, fine, I think it’s time to feed her. Brace yourself” Shinji casually chimed them, eyeing you amusedly with his characteristic shit-eating grin plastered over his face.

He was overly sassy, when it came down to you and your presumably pathetic antics. Testing your endurance, your patience, your self-control were delectable activities he loved to involve in your intercourses. His divious ways of unraveling you piece by piece, watching you unfold before his sharp eyes radiated a very much unparalleled sadistic aura you had never seen in anyone else before him.

The moment he glided his finger down your slit, temporizing for a little longer around your opening, before finally burying his finger into you, made you almost sob in need. Eyes squeezed shut, you shrieked, foreteeth sinking onto your lower lip almost causing it to bleed. It was still not enough, you needed more, you needed him.

Your feeble protests did not go unnoticed, though, and your partner was kind of feeling guilty for having edged you for so long. He sighed, ducking his face back down to your heat, darting his tongue out to swirl it over your clitoris. Adding a second finger, he began to scissor them into you at a fast tempo, the silver sphere on his tongue stimulating you in the right spots.

“Shinji! Babe, I’m— Shit!” you cried out in ecstasy, the pleasure coiling on your lower abdomen making it hard for you to stammer out a sensible speech.

Out of your head, breathless, knackered, you arched your spine and the sound of your strained moan eachoed through the walls of your empty flat. Finally, he had let you reach your pined climax. Chin glistening, coated by your juices, Shinji took a step back and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

That smug smile of his never ceased to make butterflies flutter in your stomach.

“Your pussy has such ‘a foul mouth’, when I eat her out. Yer should tell her to behave, damn it” he jested, earning a tired eye-roll from your behalf. Asking him to keep his attitude on check was the equivalent of talking to a wall.

“Untie me now, Hikaro Shinji. Or I will be delighted to show you how foul my mouth can really be” you countered back, only for him to snicker and begin to loosen up the ropes restraining your limbs.

After all, you were both far from being done and you were sure as hell not going to let his tantrum slide that easily.

Isshin Kurosaki.

The things this man would do for you go beyond your fervid imagination. He is not a boy, he is a man, husband material to be precise. Isshin knows how to please a woman and, according to him, the best part about giving you pleasure and incommensurable bliss is watching you unfold before his adoring eyes. One thing about him: you are his queen and priority. He would literally neglect his own urges and needs to take care or yours.

“I think I will skip the dessert tonight” Isshin announced, wiping his mouth with a napkin, eying you through his dark eyelashes from the other side of the table.

You knew exactly what he meant by that and you unconsciously found yourself pressing your thighs together under the table.

“You skip the dessert, but maybe you have had too much wine” you teased him back, albeit you played along his goofy game of seduction and shot a coquettish gaze towards him.

Isshin grinned and stood up, stretching his arms over his head, before he circled the table and stopped right next to you. His eyes devoured you, as he dragged your chair along the floor, parting you from the table with ease. He always made you feel as light as a feather, his strength something he was so proud of.

Cocking your head to the side questioningly, you flicked your gaze up to him “What are you up to now?” you inquired, watching the way he dropped to his knees right in front of you. He had insisted for you to wear that dress all day long and now you could finally see why he had been a literal pest.

His hands carefully hiked up the flowy skirt of your dress, his smile widening as you did not hesitate to be collaborative and hold it up in your hands while be settled his hands on each of your rotula, cupping it and pushing your legs apart for him. When he went down on you, Isshin never put you through too much trouble. He specifically asked you to simply enjoy the experience and pull at his hair. He spoiled you, he lavished you.

His hot breath fanning your clothed sex made you suck in a breath and he leisurely tugged the hem of your panties to the side to expose your folds to his longing eyes.

“Hush, baby, let daddy enjoy his well-deserved dessert, alright? I need it so badly, baby. It’s been so long since I did it” he dramatized the situation, eliciting a chuckle from you as his tongue tickled your clit.

“But, daddy, you did it yesterday morning on your desk! – you pointed out, lolling your head back as you securely tangled your fingers between his hair, tugging at them gently – Was it not enough?” you asked him, hips bucking up unintentionally and pulling a husky grunt out of him.

Enough? Of course it was not enough. This man loved nipping, lapping and sucking your pussy dry. He needed to do it, at least, twice a day.

Before his tongue could finally dive into your wet cavern, he knitted his eyebrows together, scoffing “That’s offensive. You left me starving, darling. Let daddy be happy, please, be a good girl” he pleaded you, his mouth leaving a sloppy kiss over your pubes before his tongue made you see stars.

Keeping it low with him was impossible. Either you laughed out loud, or you let out pornographic screams of pleasure hard not to hear down the streets.

Especially, when he left the window open for letting people covet what was rightfully his.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! I’m so glad I have finally completed this series! Maybe, one day, when my requests will be opened again, I will add other characters too but as for now let’s just enjoy these ones. As per usual, your support means a lot! Thanks for having read this piece and I hope you’ve drawn enough enjoyment to simp for those folks. Likes, comments and re-posts are greatly appreciated! Also, writing for Isshin has been hell on Earth, help🥹

Until next,

x o x o

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[deathbyathousandspiders]

hey! could you write something where tony accidentally finds out the reader, his daughter, and peter are dating? they’re both scared for his reaction but then he’s actually super cool about it :)

I LOVE STARK!READER !!

i got saucy w this one :,) my b

!!! 18+ MDNI !!!

content warnings — steamy peter make outs, light swearing, sexual content, suggestive dialogue.

✨masterlist✨.

2.1k.

Nothing could beat lazy Sundays at the compound. The whole team was either MIA, on a mission, or training, so every room fell still with serenity. It was the perfect time for you to stick your nose in a book, and lounge around the empty estate. Your father was off somewhere across the complex working on some gadget, which left you free to roam around wherever you wanted.

Your hair gently tickled your bare shoulders as you tied it up, laying your book face–open on the kitchen island so that you could keep reading and grab a snack. The air conditioning nipped at the skin exposed from your minimal clothing; your black–cropped tank top and favorite pair of shorts didn’t protect you from the artificial frost in the air, but it certainly helped with the heat when you stepped outside.

Just before your hands fell back to your book, arms wrapped around your waist from behind. Their shape and placement was something so familiar, the touch brought you more comfort than startle. Cedarwood and bergamot were quick to fill your nose whilst your boyfriend’s head craned into the base of your neck. His fingers locked to the belt loops of your shorts, tugging you back into him so that he could feel more of you.

“I’ve been looking for you..” His voice was throaty. Needy. The pads of his thumbs traced tiny circles into either of your hips, gently pressing further into your skin when your hand stretched up to comb through his fluffy brown curls. His affection and body heat were a welcomed company in the cold of the kitchen.

A smile found your face, even though Peter couldn’t see it from where he was. “I missed you too, baby.” Humming, your fingers scratched his scalp. “D’you know who’s here right now?” Your voice grew hushed, heart racing with the small adrenaline rush infiltrated your system.

“Your dad’s in his lab, Steve and Natasha are in the gym, and Vision’s with Wanda in the meeting room, but otherwise.. Everyone else’s out..” Peter’s voice dropped an octave as he spoke just above a whisper, his lips finding your collarbone. “Sam, Bucky, Thor..” In between each name, he placed another kiss on your neck, only inching higher. The more skin he nipped at, the more your fingers curled around his hair, curving your neck so that he had more access to you. “Bruce, Clint, Rhodey, Pepper…” His whispers sent shivers down your spine, especially as his left hand slid under the fabric of your shirt.

As Peter trailed kissed up to your jaw, a shuttered moan caught between your lips. You fought the urge to roll your hips back into his, knowing that you couldn’t finish what you were starting. If anybody found you two, your secret relationship would be out, and your dad would give you hell for it. “Peter.. We can’t…” You spoke breathlessly, tugging at his hair; it was an attempt to pull him from your body, but you didn’t try too hard.

His lips hovered over his favorite soft spot in the crevasse of your jawline, brushing his teeth along the surface of it just to rile you. It certainly didn’t help that he aimed his breathy chuckle right at it, but god did it feel good. “Why not?”

You huffed impatiently, eyes half lidded whilst your entire body anticipated the gentle brushing of his lips against your neck. His cooling fingers teased at the bottom of your left breast, testing waters you two hadn’t touched before. Sure, you’d let Peter Parker touch you like this plenty of times before, but never in the open like this. Never in the open where your secret could be outed.

“Cause I–” You felt the tug of Peter’s smirk against your skin at how worked up you were already getting. “I’m reading…” You knew that Peter was well aware of how secretive you needed to be. ‘Reading’ was merely just to give him a hard time.

He let out a quiet sigh, pressing a lingered kiss to your cheek. His thumb lightly rubbed at your rib cage beneath your shirt, but otherwise, he gave up his attempt. “You’re sure I can’t even get one kiss?” He asked, pouty even in his tone of voice.

You turned your head to look at him. Your eyes glanced at his lips just to tease him, “Over my dead body, Parker.” Your voice still sang out low, wanting nothing more than to taste him right then and there.

Peter’s face inched closer to yours, snickering quietly at your stubborn response. “Not if your dad kills me first..” He mused, voice still just as groveled as before. His lips nearly brushed against yours, but the sound of the floorboards outside of the kitchen made you both add three feet between you.

“Why would I kill you?” Your dad’s voice hummed nonchalant, as if he wasn’t interrupting such an intimate moment. He walked right through the thickening tension like it wasn’t the weight that it was. Tony’s focus seemed to be glued to his holographic wrist watch, completely oblivious to Peter’s hand slyly slipping out from under your black camisole.

You and Peter glanced at each other, astonished that he seemed so unfazed and unaware. Perhaps, your father didn’t hear as much of the conversation as you assumed he did. Maybe he truly was clueless to the blush coating your cheeks, and the timid bulge poking at the fly of Peter’s jeans.

“Uhh..” Peter lost every thought that occupied his brian. “Because I ate the last Pop Tart. I–I just figured you’d be upset.” Even he didn’t sound convinced about the excuse.

Finally, Tony looked up from his watch, eyeing you first, then Peter. This was the closest you two were to getting caught, and even though the AC was cranked fairly high, it felt like the air suddenly ran much cooler. Your heart was in your throat, easing a little when your father walked over and placed a gentle kiss on your cheek.

Tony leaned back on the kitchen island beside you, crossing his arms over his Nirvana band–tee. “Lucky for you, kid, I’ve got a whole secret stash in my lab.” He spoke with his typical Tony tone, “I’ll let you off the hook this time.”

Little did you or Peter know that your father actually heard most of your conversation. How much of it? He’d never tell you. Tony Stark knew that you and Peter had the hots for each other for a long time. He was just waiting for both of you to come clean about the relationship, or for the perfect time for him to address it. He’d known for a while, but the longer it took, the more entertaining it was to act like he was oblivious to it. Now, how he found out about the relationship, he’d never tell that to you either.

“Are you calling my daughter a liar, Rogers?” Tony asked the blonde from across the pool table, watching as the captain missed the shot with no reaction.

Steve stood upright, stepping back so that Tony had room to make his turn. “No. No, Tony.” He started, “All I’m saying is that if Peter were chivalrous, he would ask you for your permission first. That’s all.”

The topic of the evening was why you and Peter both flaked out of game night. Ever since Sam joked that you could’ve been bailing to go out together, every conversation Tony had was directed on how likely the possibility truly was.

His eyes squinted at Steve, readjusting his cue and stance in one swift movement. He knew Steve was traditional, but sometimes, Tony forgot just how traditional he really was. “They don’t need my permission. They’re teenagers.” Tony creased his hips, focusing on the pool table for a second. “Besides,” with a faint clank, Tony knocked two balls in with one hit, “Maybe she asked him out. It’s the twenty–first century.”

Steve sighed with a slight twinge of annoyance, both at Tony’s coyness and his success in their game. He leaned on his cue like a cane, watching the genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist walk around the table again. “Alright, fine.” Steve huffed. “But if they are out canoodling tonight, what are you going to do about it?”

A focused glare glistened in Tony’s eyes as he bent over to take the shot. He pulled the cue back a few times, pondering on both his turn and the question. If he made this shot correctly, he could win the whole game; if you and Peter were really out on a date, what would he do?

Tony shoved the wooden rod in his hand, acing the shot just like he calculated. He subtly smirked to himself, looking back at Steve to answer his question. “I’ll find a way to give them hell for it.”

And that, he was. Ever since he caught you and Peter getting frisky on the security system later that night. That conversation happened months ago, and Tony still managed to make both of you incredibly jittery. He wasn’t entirely sure why it was such a big deal to tell him, or why you’d kept it a secret for so long, but he knew sooner than later you’d find a way to tell him.

Little did he know, Peter Parker was finding his way onto your bedroom in the thick of night after patrols.

You unlocked the door to your balcony, welcoming him in with the kiss you meant to give him hours earlier. Hungrily, your lips clasped with his, getting drunk on his taste, and lacing your fingers in his hair. “God, I missed you..” You spoke between kisses.

“Missed you too, baby..” Peter let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, finally able to relax in your presence.

Both of you took steps towards your bed, slow and steady to avoid the lack of contact. Peter’s mask was lost somewhere on your bedroom floor, and you wasted no time to press the button on his chest and strip him from the suit he’d been wearing.

Peter got to your bed first, sitting back on it and quickly helping you climb on top of him. His hands grasped every inch of you that they could — grazing your neck, squeezing at your hips, grabbing your ass, and now inching up your inner thigh as you straddled his lap. His hips arched up to meet yours, pressing up against you in a delicious way.

Tongues greeting each other, you both moaned into each other’s mouth. You couldn’t get enough of each other, and the foreplay only reminded you of how little patience you had for it. You didn’t just want Peter right now, you needed him. Inside you. The ache in your lower stomach felt throbbing, and you were confident that your arousal was already coating the fingers Peter had at your upper thigh.

Just as you both parted the kiss to catch your breath, your bedroom door abruptly opened, light invading the room. Your blood ran cold as your head snapped toward the door in time with Peter’s; you both met the casual stare of your father. Tony Stark stood in the doorframe, unfazed, in pajamas, toothbrush in his mouth.

The room fell quiet, apart from the sounds of the bristles cleaning Tony’s pearly whites, and the faint heavy breaths that you and Peter tried to catch.

Taking the toothbrush out of his mouth, Tony was the first to break the awkward, deafening, silence. “Hey, Kid.” Tony’s head nodded upwards, as though he were greeting Peter in public. Not like he was speaking nonchalantly to Peter, flushed, in boxers, sat beneath his daughter’s thighs. “Next time, can you use the front door so that I don’t have to disarm the security system?” Even if little he knew, little was still more than nothing.

Peter stared blankly at him, sure as hell that this had to be some nightmare he just hadn’t woken up from yet. He glanced at you, then swallowed the frog stuck in his throat. “Uh– uh, yep! Yeah, I–uh, I can do that!” He wasn’t sure why his voice always raised two octaves when he was nervous, but it definitely made this moment that much more amusing for Tony.

With a small smile, your dad grabbed the doorknob with his freehand. “Thanks.” He then put the toothbrush back in his mouth, slowly shutting the door. “Have fun! Use protection.” His words were muffled and spat due to having his mouth full, but he shut the door after that.

As awkward as it must’ve been for you and Peter, Tony found that moment to be as satisfying as he pictured it to be. Boy, he would give Peter the talking to of a lifetime in the morning, but it thrilled him to know that you’d found someone who made you so happy.

He didn’t see need to kill Peter either, after all.

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[rafeandonlyrafe]

bad f*cking friend: part 3

words: 5.8k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, p in v sex

part 1 part 2

you don’t know what to think, sitting there, watching rafe fall asleep. it was the last thing you expect, your name on his lips as he came, the thought of you being what brought him to the edge.

you struggle to fall back asleep, tossing and turning, even though you’ve had your orgasm that usually has you passing out right after. all you want to do is wake rafe up, confess that you watched him, confess that you’re a bad fucking friend because you want him, need him. you’re not sure what he’d think, and now your mind is playing tricks on you, doubting that it was actually your name he said. or maybe there’s another girl with the same name as you. you shake your head. foolish. you’re too tired to make a good decision, so you continue trying to get some sleep.

you eventually find it when rafe moves in his sleep, subconsciously reaching for you, pulling you against him. you sink into his hold, eyes closing as you instantly become comfortable on the unfamiliar bed, because you’re in his familiar arms.

you wake up the next morning to rafe already up and out of bed. you can hear the shower running, but you can still feel the imprint of him, the warmth from where you laid together during the night. you sigh and rub your eyes, wondering if last night truly happened, it seems too unreal, too blissful for it to have actually be true.

you give rafe a quick smile when he emerges from the shower with just a towel wrapped around his waist, not able to find your voice as you rush in after him. you tried your best to avoid staring directly at his naked and glistening torso, but you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him, you had to put the physical separation of the slamming of the bathroom door before you tugged the towel free and witnessed his cock up close in the light of day.

you undress quickly, trying not to think about how rafe was just in here showering, completely nude. you try to forget even though the mirror is still steamy, the water droplets still on the shower wall. did he masturbate again?

the thought has you turning the shower on quickly, keeping it cold as you force your body under the spray. you need to cool down, need to cool the heat searing to your skin, to between your legs. you start to move quicker to wash your body and hair, focusing on speeding through the routine instead of the images flashing through your mind of rafe fisting his own cock like he was last night, this time in the warmth of the shower, cumming against the wall and letting it wash down the drain. you think again of your name on his lips. 

fuck, fuck, fuck. you reach down between your legs, pressing your fingers firmly against your clit. you don’t want to get off. you want to hurry up and get on with your day that way it can distract you from the impure thoughts. you turn the water off, only half-rinsing out your conditioner but you need to get a move on before your fingers plunge into your entrance and you’re too distracted by the thought of rafe to remember he’s waiting right outside the door.

in your haste to get in the bathroom, you realize you didn’t bring any clothes in with you. you wrap the fluffy white towel around your torso, and then also put on the robe that the hotel provided for an extra layer of security before peaking your head out the door. “hey rafe?”

rafe looks up from his spot on the couch, stopping scrolling through whatever social media app was currently open. “what’s up?” he asks, clearing his throat after realizing how his voice is still rough from waking up.

“i forgot to bring clothes in, can you bring me my suitcase?” you ask.

rafe shakes his head, gesturing for you to come out. “just change out here, i’ll close my eyes.” you sigh and watch as rafe turns his head. you keep your eyes on him as you slowly step out, gently crossing the hotel room until you get to your suitcase. you take the robe off but keep the towel clutched to your body as you grab out a sundress from your suitcase, then a clean bra and underwear. 

you drop the towel and dress quickly, even though a part of you wishes rafe would turn around, wish he would view you like you viewed him last night, wish he would take you right there, bend you over the bed, touch you anywhere, everywhere. 

“done.” you say, slightly out of breath from the thoughts, ashamed that your fresh underwear is going to get wet quickly. rafe turns around, blinking his eyes open, eyes moving up and down over your body. “you look beautiful.” he says earnestly, making you blush and look down at your dress. it is pretty, and unlike what you normally wear, preferring your jean shorts and tank top over the flowy fabric, but you’re on vacation after all, one rafe is taking you on to celebrate you getting your associates degree.

“thank-thank you.” you say, giving a little twirl to show off the flow of the skirt, and when you turn back to face rafe, his lip is pulled between his teeth, eyes on your midriff where the dress is tightest. a singular day ago you would have thought this was judgment. that rafes gaze on your stomach was disapproval, but after last night you recognize it for what it is, lust, desire. 

but as soon as you recognize the expression, it’s off his face, cleared like a wave just washed over him. rafe stands up and you admire his outfit for the first time, it’s simple, just khaki shorts and a white cotton button down, but you want to tear it off of him either way. “do you want to finish getting ready while i go grab us some breakfast?” rafe asks, standing up to stand face to face with you. “and then maybe i could take you shopping, unless you don’t want to do that, there’s also-”

you can tell rafe is rambling, trying to come up with ideas for what you could be interested in, what you could do with your day in the touristy town. “hey.” you giggle, giving him some reprieve with the interruption. “i don’t care how we spend our day, as long as its together.”

rafe smiles gently at you, nodding. “together.” he affirms, hands reaching out to squeeze your waist, like he can’t help himself, like your body is calling to his. your eyes flash with the briefest flare of understanding, of knowing. you feel almost as if someone has pushed the slow motion button as rafes face falls. he knows you too well, he’s been by your side for too long. he knows you know, that at some point you had woken up during the night, that you saw, that you heard.

“y/n…” rafe backs away suddenly, guilt on his face. you can tell he’s formulating an apology in his head, something to make you understand what happened. 

“it’s okay, rafe.” you say, following him as he tries to retreat, tries to hide from the truth of the situation.

rafes chest heaves as he realizes he’s just ruined everything because of his lack of self control. just ruined the longest friendship he’s ever had. “it’s not okay, i shouldn’t have done that, if i had known you were awake i wouldn’t have-” “i liked watching.” you say, voice sounding more sultry than you thought you were even capable of. “i touched myself too.”

rafe’s eyes stay on yours as he processes what you just said. his chest fills with relief first, that you aren’t disgusted with him, that your entire friendship isn’t thrown out the window, and then a different feeling overtakes his body, deep seated need. he’s moving before your eyes can follow, hands gripping your hips and backing you up. you have no choice to follow his lead, letting your feet walk you back until your legs hit the mattress. 

“i need you.” rafe says, squeezing your hips tightly, like he’s afraid you’re going to disappear, like a ghost, like a leaf in the wind. you nod, eyes unable to stray from his lips, pink and slightly parted as he breaths. 

“kiss me.” you say, placing your hand on rafes cheeks, “kiss me, rafe, please.” you’re not above begging. you’re not above getting down on your knees and groveling for even the smallest peck of his lips against yours. all respect that you have for yourself is out the door.

“we can’t go back.” rafe says, hands not straying from your hips, like if he moves them he’s going to lose control of what they do next, where they go next. “once we do this, we can’t just be friends. i- i-”

“i know.” you say in agreement, sliding your hands to his shoulders. there’s no way even after last night that your relationship would ever be the same. even if rafe never realized that you were awake, you were forever changed by what you saw. you thought rafe was unattainable, the man closest to you but never in the way you wanted. when you heard your name, when you witnessed his face as he came to the thought of you, that previously built structure came crashing down.

rafe looks like he’s going to respond, like he’s going to delay the inevitable even longer, but then his hands twitch, fingers drumming against your hips, and all it takes is that one small movement for him to lose it. his hands slide up to your waist, feeling along the curve of your body until he reaches your chest, hands barely brushing the outside of your breasts before he takes your face in his hands, cupping your delicate cheeks as he looks into your eyes before they drop lower, taking the journey down to your awaiting lips.

everything moves slowly, rafes mouth opens a little wider, he leans towards you, his hands slowly bringing your face forward as well, his eyes flutter closed. and then everything moves quickly as his lips press against yours, desperate and needing as your mouth slides against his, lips fitting together like they were always meant to be. you feel lost, dizzy, utterly in love as rafe slips his tongue into your mouth, exploring the new territory as your hands roam over his body, feeling along his strong chest, down to the muscles of his torso. being able to feel them over top of the button down is a testament to how well defined his body is. 

you don’t know how long you spend standing there, the back of your thighs against the mattress, rafes mouth dominating yours. you let him take all control, let him bite at your bottom lip, tugging on it before recapturing your mouth. you let him moan into your mouth as you meet his noises. the kiss is sloppy, anguished, from how long you’ve both held back.

rafe wretches his face away, abruptly ending the kiss. you’re both breathing heavily, eyes glazed over and pupils blown wide. every inch of your body feels like it’s pulsating, but especially between your thighs. rafes eyes meet yours, a sense of relief in them that you feel as well. the corners of your lips twitch, and you don’t hold back the gentle smile that makes its way to your face. you expect rafe to smile back, but instead his expression heats, and his hands are on your hips again, pushing you down and back onto the bed.

you let yourself flop onto the mattress, images of last night flashing through your mind, the memory of rafes hand wrapped around himself while on this very bed. your eyes flicker down to rafes crotch, and you would never be able to miss the way he is straining against the fabric. you go to sit up, you need to get your hands on him, but rafe stops you, gentle hands on your shoulder keeping you on the mattress.

“give me a sec.” rafe says, eyes dragging over your body, gawking and appreciating you in earnest for once, instead of stealing glances while your attention is somewhere else. 

you thought you would feel awkward. with any other guy you probably would have, the way his gaze is predatory, claiming ownership of every part of you, but it’s not any other guy, it’s your guy.

“please.” you whimper when his eyes fall to between your legs, cursing the soft pink fabric of your sundress for blocking his view.

“baby.” rafe says, eyes not coming back to meet yours, he’s too caught in the trance, “you never have to beg me for anything.”

rafe begins to move, gripping your sundress and pushing it up to your thighs, bunching the material in his fists as he exposes your legs. his eyes follow the fabric as it moves up, until it hits the point you're sitting on it and can’t be moved up any further without you helping. you lift your hips, and it’s the final moment before rafe sees what he’s been waiting for. he pulls the dress up to your midriff, eyes falling to the way your underwear hugs your skin, slight line in the middle from where your pussy meets.

rafe wants to drop down to his knees, stick his face in between your legs and spend all day kissing and licking at the fabric until it’s completely soaked and useless before pulling it from your body and spending the next day kissing and licking your bare skin.

you notice that rafe stops moving, stops lifting your dress, and while you appreciate him clearly being transfixed by your pussy, you need him to continue moving, so you take over, pulling your dress the rest of the way off your body and tossing it to the floor.

you see rafe physically tear his eyes away from your panties and glide up your stomach to your chest. his breath is heavy but measured as he sees the way you’re spilling from the cups of the bra. he hasn’t touched your bare skin yet, and you’re burning for that moment, but it still doesn’t come as he stands there.

“raf-” his hands are on your thighs before you can finish. they move up past your hips, past your waist, to grip your breasts, squeezing them tightly in his hands as he lets out a satisfied sigh. you reach behind your back to unclip your bra, and when it’s undone, rafe takes over, ripping the fabric away to reveal your taut nipples.

rafes hands quickly retake their place on your chest, squeezing and grabbing your soft flesh, thumb or forefinger occasionally dragging over your nipple. rafe looks mesmerized by the way your breasts move in his grip as he manipulates them, rubbing and shaping them how he pleases.

“unfair.” you manage to gasp out, after letting him have some play time with your body. “that i’m almost naked and you don’t even have your shirt off.”

rafe smiles, but shakes his head. you know exactly what he’s saying without him even having to use words. he’s not going to focus enough on himself to get undressed before he sees every inch of you, feels every inch of you.

“can i at least have another kiss?” you ask. rafe gives you another smile, and you don’t need to guess what this means as he bends over, lips finding yours in perfect harmony. you moan into the kiss and wrap your arms around his shoulders, enjoying the way his shirt presses against your nipples. you spread your legs, and the instant he has space, rafes hips are pressed against yours like they’re magnetic.

rafe lets out a loud moan as he grinds against you, knowing he’s leaking precum onto his underwear, but it’s too perfect, the way he pushes into your heat, feeling it even through the three layers of fabric, the way your mouths slide against each other, the way your arms are keeping him in place.

rafe suddenly has to pull away as he feels his cock swell. this is not the way he wants to cum. he refuses to let himself ruin this too early by soiling his own shorts instead of fucking you deep into the mattress.

rafe sinks to his knees, face perfectly level with the edge of the bed, with your spread legs and soaked underwear. rafe doesn’t know what to do first, he’s almost overwhelmed at finally getting to touch you. he decides to start safe, pressing kisses over your thighs, his hands reaching underneath them, grabbing your hips and pulling you right up to the edge of the mattress. he gives you a few nips as he continues kissing, slowly moving closer and closer until he has nowhere else to go, and presses a kiss right to your center, over the wet patch in your underwear.

“rafe!” you moan as he kisses up, up and directly over your clit. his tongue falls out of his mouth and presses against the fabric, giving you the perfect amount of pressure that makes you moan, reaching down to grip his hair, pushing his face into your pussy, not ashamed in the slightest as you rub his face over you, knowing from the way rafe is pressing, licking and kissing over every part of you that he can that he’s enjoying himself very much down there.

“god, get these off.” rafe pulls away, hands gripping your underwear and instead of bringing them down your legs, he rips the fabric, pulling it away to reveal your pussy. you gasp down at his show of strength, but also at your ruined underwear that you did like, but any brief flash of anger or surprise is out of your mind when rafe pushes his face into your bare cunt, tongue lapping obsessively over your entrance while his nose rubs against your clit.

he takes your spread legs, grabbing your ankles and bringing them up so your feet rest on the bed, slight strain in your inner thigh at the stretch. his face never leaves its spot from buried inside of your cunt as he kisses his way up to your clit, making out with your pussy with the same amount of passion that he just did your mouth. 

you cry out when his lips wrap themselves around your clit, encasing it in his mouth as his tongue flicks repeatedly over the sensitive bud. you have one hand gripping his hair, thankful he regrew his locks after shaving his head, and the other fisted in the bed sheets as you focus on the way rafe is moaning into your clit, his eyes closed with the pleasure of how much he’s enjoying worshiping you.

rafe can feel your clit start to pulstate, and he hates having to pull his head away, but he wants to toy with your pussy more before you actually cum. you let out a whine when you lose all stimulation, but rafes hands are quick to take up purchase between your legs. his thumb rubs around your clit in circles, not yet touching though as one of his fingers presses into your entrance. you easily accommodate his digit with how wet you are. rafes eyes roll back into his head at the feeling of how your walls feel around him, cock throbbing knowing it’s next.

“more, rafey.” you say, and rafe is quick to nod, pushing a second finger into you. he begins to thrust them in and out, feeling how tight you are as your cunt contracts around his hand. rafe leans in and kisses your thighs as he brings his thumb directly over your clit, rubbing it almost harshly if it wasn’t for how slick you are making your skin glide together easily. 

“can’t-” you try to warn rafe as his hand twists, twerking his fingers up so they rub against the spot inside of you that has your eyes rolling back in your head, a wave of juices dripping onto his hand and bedsheet. rafe continues to rub at your clit, and then you feel it breaking, like a dam crumbling to the power of a raging river as your orgasm takes over your body, hips rising as rafe finger fucks you through it, making sure to hit your gspot every time. 

“good girl.” rafe praises you, still giving your legs soft kisses even as your hips shake in the overwhelming pleasure. rafe begins to slow down now that you’ve crested your orgasm, fingers eventually leaving you. you look down as rafe licks them clean before diving back into your pussy, needing every drop on his tongue. he glides back up to your clit, circling it before flicking over the bud, making you hiss at how oversensitive it is.

“cum again f’me.” rafe mumbles, looking up at you with pleading eyes, wanting to spend forever in between your legs, with his tongue tasting your sweetness that he sweats he’s already addicted to.

“want you to fuck me.” you say, giving his hair a tug, signaling you want him to come give you a kiss. rafe can’t resist it, missing the taste of your lips as he rises, slotting his hips back against yours but being careful not to rub the rough material of his shorts against you. you kiss rafe, tasting yourself on his tongue but it turns you on even more at how dirty, how scandalous it is. you suck his tongue into your mouth, cleaning it of yourself. you let the kiss distract him as your hands work on unbuttoning his crisp shirt, needing to get to the main act before you grew too frustrated.

you slide the shirt off of his shoulders, keeping your eyes closed and enjoying the kiss as your hands glide over his shoulders, feeling every band and cord of muscle before moving down his back, feeling around his slim waist to the front, hands rubbing over his abdomen before moving up to his chest, unable to resist a giggle when rafe moans into your mouth when your hand runs over his nipple.

“fuck, baby.” rafe buries his head in your neck, kissing the sensitive skin there. “i’ve wanted this for so long.” he says, words somewhat obscured by him pressing against your neck as he gives a couple gentle nips with his teeth, just barely tugging on the skin before he lets go.

“mark me.” you tell rafe, making him pick his head up to look at you, needing the confirmation you want the same thing he does. “mark me, make me yours.” you say, and rafe is quick to duck back down, going beyond just nipping as he sucks at your skin for a moment before pulling back in wonder at the purple bruise that is already starting to form. he kisses the mark softly before continuing, moving lower so he can decorate your chest as well.

rafe takes one of your nipples into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it as his eyes turn to your clavicle, eyes sparkling as he watches the marks deepen on your skin, knowing that they’re going to be impossible to hide, that everyone is going to know that you belong to him.

rafe tongue guides him over to the other side of your chest, making sure to give both of your nipples equal attention, not wanting one side of your body to feel left out as he sucks on that side as well until he’s satisfied.

you sit up when rafe stands up straight, letting your legs fall so they dangle off the bed as you bite your lip, coming almost face to face with rafes crotch. you can clearly see the outline of his cock through his shorts, and you bring your hand quickly to the material, feeling how hard it is underneath your fingertips. you work quickly to unbutton his shorts and tug them down his narrow hips, gasping when you see the growing circle of wetness on his underwear.

your eyes are single focused on the wet mark, leaning in and pressing your tongue against the material, massaging the head of his cock with your tongue through it. you taste him for the first time, making your eyelids squeeze shut, surprised how delicious it is, salty but with a hint of sweetness that makes him now your favorite dessert.

“baby, please.” rafe says, tugging at your hair with his hand that you didn’t even realize was fisted in your locks.

“let me suck you.” you say, tugging at his underwear, but rafe stops you before they reveal him. you look up with a pout on your face. no way he got to spend all that time between your legs and you don’t even get to taste him without underwear in the way.

“i’m not gonna last in your mouth, and i want to fuck you right now.” rafe says.

“fine, just give me one suck.” you say, and rafe concedes, letting you tug his boxers the rest of the way down. his cock stands tall and proud just as it did last night and while you want to spend time admiring it, spend time mesmerizing every inch, your need to have it in your mouth is far greater. your lips sink down over the thickness, grasping his cock by the base as you spend just a moment flicking your tongue over his tip before taking him further in your mouth. you suck hard, wanting to hear him moan in pleasure, which he does when you reach the base, nose nuzzling against his skin, thankful for your lack of a gag reflex as rafe moans above you.

you pull off after a moment of having him in your throat. you take a deep breath and go to sink down again when rafe stops you with a hand on your jaw, making you tilt your face up to look at him. you pout at truly only getting one suck at his dick, hoping he would get lost in the pleasure and let you go longer, but you are desperate to feel his cock inside of you as well, so you can’t complain. 

“how do you want me, princess?” rafe asks, wanting you to feel comfortable without however you end up fucking. 

“let me ride you.” you say, standing up and switching positions with rafe, watching his every movement as he climbs onto the bed, resting against the plush headboard, adjusting the pillows so they’re supporting his back. you bite your lip at seeing him sitting there, ready for you.

you climb onto rafes lap, giving him a gentle kiss on the lips as his hands find your hips, rubbing circles with his thumbs as he lets any last semblance of nervousness you have about this act work through your system until the only thing left inside of you is desire.

you reach down and give rafes cock a few tugs before positioning yourself, knees on either side of his hips, and pressing his cock to your entrance. your eyes flicker closed as you start to sink down, slowly inch by inch being speared open by his cock. you let out a whimper as you sit fully down on him, pussy squeezing and releasing over and over as you work through the slight uncomfortableness of the stretch.

it feels unreal, to have rafe actually inside of you, his cock pushing against your walls, making space for himself. you spent so long lusting after him, not knowing that it was mutual, that he wanted you just as badly as you wanted him.

“kiss me.” rafe says, hand moving up your back to push your shoulder blades, bringing your bodies closer together. you kiss rafe softly at first, but he very quickly picks up the intensity, deepening the kiss as your hips slowly start to move, grinding down on top of him at first, letting your clit rub against his pelvic bone. you place your hands against his chest so you can start to raise and lower your hips, still keeping the movements small at first as your lips stay pressed together.

you eventually have to pull away to pull in air as your movements grow faster and harder, rafe helping you lift and drop your hips back down onto his cock, creating a steady rhythm of you bouncing.

“it seems silly, huh?” you say, breathing heavily as rafes eyes are on your tits, watching them jiggle up and down with your every movement.

“what does?” rafe asks, clearly only half-listening as you squeeze your cunt around him. 

“that we both wanted each other but wasted so much time not saying anything.” you respond, regretting that you could have had rafe fucking you like this for years if either of you had just been honest with your feelings.

rafe frowns at that, not liking the thought of missing out on chances to fuck you. a feeling rises in his gut, a sense of responsibility to you, to make up for that lost time. rafes hands on your hips are used to suddenly flip you over so your back is against the mattress, but he makes sure to keep your hips pressed firmly together.

“i loved you riding me princess, but let me fuck you like you deserve.” rafe says, kissing the side of your mouth as you look up at him with big eyes. you just nod and grab his shoulders as rafe starts to not just thrust his hips down into you, but drills you into the mattress, moving at an unimaginable speed, clearly showing just how anguished he’s been by depriving himself of your body.

“god, rafe!” you shout, not caring that the hotel room probably has thin enough walls that your neighbors are calling the front desk to complain about your noise level as his hips piston into you. you’re unable to do anything other than spread them wider, giving him more space as he briefly pauses the intensity to grind down, pushing his hips right up against your clit before continuing to thrust.

“fuck, you feel so fucking good.” rafe praises, cock dipping into your pussy like it was meant to be inside.

“i love you!” you cry out when rafe presses a thumb to your clit, rubbing it harshly as he balances himself with one arm, still pounding into you.

rafe smirks down at you, clearly lost in ecstasy as tears well up in your eyes. rafe keeps his cock deep inside of you when he sees this, briefly stopping rubbing your clit to kiss your cheeks as tears fall, even though he knows they’re good tears, it still breaks a bit of him to see them.

“i love you too, princess.” rafe presses your lips together. “are you still doing good? want to keep going?” he asks, needing to check in now that you’ve changed positions and you’re no longer the one in control, rather accepting what punishing pace he choses.

“i’m doing so good, rafey, you’re making me feel so good.” you praise him, pressing your lips to his jaw, circling your hips and raising them up and down, trying to fuck yourself on his cock despite him not moving an inch.

“want me to move?” rafe asks, voice dripping in how cocky he’s feeling, knowing you need him to do just that. he loves the feeling of knowing you’re filled with as much want as he is.

“yes, oh my god, move.” you cry out, and rafe is quick to fulfill your wishes, cock entering and reentering you at a blistering face, thumb beginning to move again against your clit. you scratch at his back, leaving marks of your own across his shoulder blades, wishing you were back in the outer banks so you could take him out without a shirt on and show him off to all of your friends, especially all the girls he hooked up with, knowing that while they were one and done, it’ll never be like that again.

“god, baby, i’m gonna cum.” rafe warns, a question in his voice, that you easily know the answer to.

“inside me, rafe, cum inside me.” you beg. rafe nods, breathing deeply as he focuses on rubbing your clit and delaying his own orgasm until you’re also ready. when he feels your skin start to pulse under his thumb and your cunt begins to grip his cock, rafe knows that you’re not far.

“god, i love you.” rafe says as he pushes his hips a final time, cock swelling and then releasing, shooting his cum in warm bursts inside of you. you wrap your legs around him, making sure he’s as deep within you as he possibly can be. your eyes slide shut as your own orgasm rocks through you, moaning out rafes name as his thumb twitches, clearly trying his best to pleasure you despite his own orgasm making it hard.

rafe drops down, pressing his body against yours. the weight is slightly uncomfortable, but you love it anyways, snuggling your head into his neck and peppering the area with kisses, smiling as rafe presses his cock deeper one more time before pulling out. you feel his softening dick press against your hip as he shifts slightly to take a bit of the weight off, but holds you close to him still.

“i’m so happy.” you say, kissing the shell of his ear. “so happy that we finally admitted the truth.” rafe moves so he’s laying next to you so he can look you in the face. he brings a hand to your cheek, thumb stroking over the skin there, slightly wet with sweat. “i’m sorry it took me so long.” “it’s okay.” you shake your head and giggle, thinking that all of this started because rafe was too horny to not jerk off for one night. you slide closer to him, tangling your legs together. you let out a soft sigh as rafe brings a hand to massage your back, helping you work out some of the tension of the various positions he put you in. you feel his cum leaking out of you and onto the bed sheets, but you can’t bring it within yourself to care as you look into rafes face, his sky blue eyes also looking lovingly at yours.

“i think i know how we should spend our day.” rafe says, bringing his hand down to squeeze your ass for a moment before sliding it back up to continue massaging.

“mmm, great idea.” you kiss rafes lip, nuzzling your noses together. “but you should definitely go get some starbucks, we need to keep our energy up if we’re gonna go at it all day.”

rafe laughs, rubbing his nose back against yours. “i love you.”

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[munson-blurbs]

Eddie and Ms. Sweetheart's honeymoon 🥹🥹🥹

The way I ran to Google Docs to write this, not just because I love me some fluffy smut, but also because I love you.

Single Dad!Eddie x Fem!ReaderSeries

Summary: Relaxing on the beach, giving your new husband a sexy surprise...what more can you ask for?

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), p in v, breeding kink (of course), Ms. Sweetheart/Reader wears lingerie

WC: 1.1k

A/N: Big thank you and smoochy kisses to @jo-harrington for helping me make this piece body-inclusive, and to @corroded-hellfire for ensuring the breeding kink was on point.

August 1998

“What a day.” Eddie flops onto the king-size bed face first, still in his wet swim trunks. Sand sticks to the bottom of his feet; you swear he’s traipsed in half the beach. “Who knew lounging in the sun could be so exhausting? I don’t know how we’re gonna go back to our normal lives.” He flips over onto his back so his words are no longer muffled. “Like, my body might be back in Hawkins, but my mind will be in Myrtle Beach.”

You laugh, arms crossed over your chest and pressed against the thin fabric of your cover-up. “Can you drag yourself into the shower and wash off?” When he doesn’t move, you let your fingertips dance along the sole of his foot. He giggles maniacally and reflexively, drawing inwards. 

“Dammit, okay, okay!” He shakes his head and pushes himself up to an upright position. “The things you do to get me naked…”

“Mhm.” You roll your eyes dismissively as though his suggestion is absurd—even though that’s exactly what you’re trying to do. 

As soon as you hear the squeak of the spigot and the ensuing stream of water, you unzip your suitcase and rifle through until you find what you’re looking for. You feel it before you see it, fingers grasping the lacy fabric triumphantly. 

You shed the flower-printed cover-up, catching a glimpse in the mirror of yourself in your swimsuit. Eddie had picked it out for you—a one-piece that hugged you in all the right places. Truthfully, you could wear this and it would turn him on, but this is your honeymoon, and you want it to be special. 

Peeling off the damp suit, you toss it aside; it lands on the floor with a comical thwack, and you make a mental note to pick it up later. 

The teddy you’d bought weeks ago suddenly looks daunting, purchased during a trip to the mall with Jess. She’d insisted that no honeymoon is complete without some lingerie, and you’d reluctantly given in after she’d assured you multiple times that Eddie would, quote, “lose his goddamn mind.”

Soft black cups perfectly hold your breasts in place, accentuating your decolletage. The sheer mesh covering your torso is embroidered with lace roses, leaving just enough to the imagination. 

All right, you can admit it—you look good. 

You lounge on the small sofa that faces the bathroom, adjusting the bodysuit’s thin straps as you wait for the steadily falling water to cease, punctuated by several rogue drops. Your heart leaps with excitement as you hear the door knob twist and you’re bathed in a plume of steamy air. 

“Surprised you didn’t try to join—holy hell.” Eddie exhales with a grin, taking in your scantily-clad body. A white towel is slung low on his hips, sopping up the water trickling from his curls. “Where did you get this little number, baby?”

Heat creeps into your cheeks as he saunters toward you, one hand finding the small of your back while the other caresses your cheek. He leans in and kisses you hungrily, his burgeoning erection pressing against your bare thigh.

“Got me all worked up just by looking at you, Mrs. Munson,” he murmurs into your lips. It sends a shiver of pleasure down your spine as he deepens his embrace, pulling you as close as he possibly can.

Your fingers dip beneath the towel, tugging it from where it’s tucked along his waist and letting it drop. He’s fully exposed, and it takes all of your willpower to keep up this game of seduction and refrain from kissing down his happy trail.

“Since you’re so tired tonight, baby,” you coo, nipping at his earlobe as you speak, “I figured I could take care of you.” Your palms journey the expanse of his chest, draping them over his shoulders and guiding him onto the bed. The fresh bed sheets are crisp underneath your knees as you straddle him, grinding your core against his. “‘S that okay?”

Eddie nods, letting out an incredulous breath. “Course, yeah, whatever you want…” He sits up slightly, mouth drawn to your breasts as though pulled by a magnet. 

“I want you,” you tell him, sucking bruises into his neck that you hope will last until you return home. “I want you inside me, filling me up, making me feel so, so good…”

The fabric between your thighs is already soaked with proof of your desire, and you shift it over so you can sink down onto his hardened length. You take him inch by inch, the tip breaching your hole and stretching you in its delicious, familiar way.

“Oh, my god,” you whimper, bringing his hands to the flesh of your ass and giving your movements more stability. Each rock of your hips draws a moan from your husband’s plush lips, his tongue darting out to wet them every so often. “Eddie, oh, my god!”

His grip on your ass tightens as you clench around him and continue to bounce. “‘M close,” he grunts, breath hitching as he begins slamming up into you to chase his release. “Fuck, baby, you’re so fuckin’ tight…can’t hold back any more…” He speaks through gritted teeth, purely animalistic in nature. 

Your middle finger finds your clit, rubbing small circles into it. The small movements drive both you and Eddie absolutely wild. 

“Thassit…touch yourself for me,” he groans, barely audible above the lewd sounds of skin-on-skin and the way you’re drenching him right now. “You look so goddamn perfect like this, filled to the brim with my cock.”

“Wanna be filled with your cum, too,” you whine, feeling the beginnings of your own orgasm. “Wanna take all your cum, Eddie, like a good little wife.”

Eddie’s eyes practically roll back in his head. “My good little wife, all barefoot and pregnant…fuckfuckfuck…takeittakeittakeit.” With a final few thrusts, he spills into you with everything he has. His grasp loosens as he softly kisses your arms, desperate to remain close to you in any way possible. 

“So,” you start with a giggle, gently moving off of him so you can cuddle into his perspiration-slick chest, “looks like you got a second wind.”

He tilts your chin up, his eyes studying your face like a precious gemstone. “Give me ten minutes and I’ll get a third, okay, Sweetheart?” He winks, thumb gliding up and down your jawline. “Keep that sexy outfit on f’me, though. I’m not done with either of you.”

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[watchmegetobsessed]

NIGHT OUT

A/N: i was in the mood for some fluff all weekend so this is what i came up with at last.

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

SUMMARY: You're getting ready for a girls' night out and Harry joins you in the bathroom in the process, mesmerized with everything you do.

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Stepping out of the steamy shower you wrap a soft, fluffy towel around your body and walk over to the double vanity. The mirror has fogged up, so you wipe off a section with your hand before deciding to open the door so the room could cool down faster.

While waiting for the steam to escape the bathroom you’re rummaging through your makeup collection, trying to decide what look you should go for tonight. It’s a girls’ night, you’ve planned it out weeks ahead, because it’s always impossible to get four girls under one roof with such hectic schedules. You’re gonna have some drinks, maybe some tapas and gossip for hours, discuss everything that’s happened since the last time you saw each other, which was after Christmas, so there’s a lot to share.

You hear the familiar sound of a pair of feet wandering into the room before you see the person they belong to. Harry comes into your view, leaning against the vanity as you shut the makeup drawer once you’ve collected everything from it. He is wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a simple, white t-shirt that’s slightly see through, so you catch sight of the outline of his tattoos here and there when you look at him. He looks so cozy, his hair a bit messy from lounging in bed all afternoon with you, his face looks relaxed, a slight stubble forming from not shaving in the past couple of days.

“If you need to use the bathroom go to the one downstairs, it’s my turn in here,” you tease him, but he just shakes his head with a smile.

“Just wanna watch you get ready. Can I?”

“Sure,” you chuckle softly.

He hops onto the counter and watches you curiously as you start applying your skincare product before the makeup.

“What’s that?”

“Why are you doing that?”

“What is that doing?”

He keeps asking and you explain everything to him while your eyes keep moving between your reflection in the mirror and his handsome face.

“Wanna try some?” you ask, when you’re applying your moisturizer and when he nods you pump some more into your hands, rub them together and stepping closer to him you start massaging it into his face. He closes his eyes, humming gently as you work your fingers over every crease, freckle and corner of his face.

“There, you look all dewy and moist,” you smirk at him when you’re done. He turns around and inspects himself in the mirror.

“Fabulous.”

You start doing your makeup then and Harry keeps examining every step as if he would have to write a test about it later.

“What?” you ask, when he hasn’t said a word in a long time.

“Nothing,” he shrugs. “You look beautiful.”

“I’m not done yet,” you smile shyly, heat crawling up your neck. Even after three years of dating you’re still not immune to his compliments he keeps dropping every single day.

“Doesn’t matter, you still look beautiful.”

Chuckling shortly you just keep on working on your eyeshadow while he starts looking through the products scattered over the counter. When it’s time to curl your eyelashes he watches you intently, as if it was something sent straight from the aliens.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” he asks, eyebrows pulled together in a worried look.

“Nope.”

“Looks like it hurts.”

“It doesn’t. Wanna try?”

“Hell no, I like being not blind.”

You laugh at his resistance and move on with applying mascara that he finds more fascinating than the curler.

“Can I do that for you?”

“Just please don’t make me look like a panda,” you smirk as you hand the wand over to him.

He grabs your hip with his free hand and pulls you over so you’re standing between his legs. He gently angles your head and then very slowly and carefully he starts applying it to your lashes. The serious look on his face almost makes you laugh, he looks like as if he was performing surgery. You place your hands to his thighs and follow his instructions when he tells you to look up or down. He is taking a bit longer than you usually do, but at last he is finally finished and you’re surprised to see he did an amazing job as you check yourself out in the mirror.

“You did good, babe.” Leaning closer you kiss his lips shortly before moving on with your makeup.

He asks to do your blush as well and he sprays your face with setting spray at the end. He stays around while you do your hair as well and follows you into the closet as well, helping you with finding a dress to wear.

Once you’re dressed, he chose a simple, but elegant black dress for you, you’re putting on your heels when you notice a pout on his face.

“What’s wrong?” you ask as you step closer and run a hand down the side of his face.

“Do you really need to go?”

“H, we planned this weeks ahead, I can’t just cancel on them.”

“But I will miss you.”

To this day you can’t understand how he can turn into this squishy, sweet little thing and then be an absolute beast other times, of course, only when it’s the right time for that. The look on his face almost makes you drop a text in the group chat that you can’t make it, but you would be the worst friend if you did that and you know Harry is just acting clingy.

“I won’t stay long, okay?” You take his hands between yours and move them to your waist until they move on their own and pull you into his embrace. You let your arms rest on his shoulders, locking your hands behind his head as you melt against his front.

“I’ll be waiting for you,” he mumbles, still acting like a sad baby.

“You don’t have to.”

“I do, I can’t sleep when you’re out without me. And text me when you arrive to the place, okay?”

“Okay,” you smile at his protectiveness before kissing his lips softly, careful not to mess up your lipstick, though he has other plans, because he doesn’t let you pull back, instead he deepens the kiss so when you finally pull away his lips are a dark shade of pink.

“Now I have to touch my lipstick up,” you chuckle, wiping it off of his lips.

“I’ll do it for you,” he volunteers, so you grab the lipstick from your purse and hand it over him, letting him reapply it with so much precision, it looks like just before he kissed it all off.

He walks you out when the Uber arrives and you know he is silently checking if the driver looks like a creep.

“Have fun,” he says as he leans into the car, kissing you shortly one last time before shutting the door. He stands on the pavement and watches you disappear down the street before heading back inside.

You arrive home just a few minutes after midnight, slightly dizzy from the cocktails, but definitely not drunk. When you open the front door you find Harry in front of the TV downstairs, his head shoots up right away when you walk in and by the time you’ve kicked your shoes off he is right there beside you.

“Hey, how was it?” he asks and happily wraps his arms around you when you hug his neck and pull him down for a kiss that tastes sweet from all the cocktails you’ve drunk tonight.

“Great, we had a good time,” you smile at him sleepily. “But I’m really tired,” you sigh, melting into his embrace.

“Then let’s get you to bed,” he chuckles and smacks your butt playfully, which makes you giggle.

“Carry me upstairs?” you give him puppy eyes, knowing well he can’t say no to you.

“Jump,” he simply says and obeying you make a small jump and he catches the back of your thighs, heading upstairs with you.

“Just put me to bed,” you mumble groggily, holding onto his neck, but he shakes his head and entering the master bedroom he goes straight into the bathroom. “No!” you whine. “I’m too tired, I’ll shower in the morning!”

“Don’t have to shower, but let’s at least wash your makeup off.”

He sits you onto the counter, just like he sat earlier in the evening when you were getting ready. Parting your legs he stands between them as he grabs a cotton pad and some micellar water, dabbing it onto the pad he starts to gently rub your makeup off while you just sit there with your eyes closed, letting him do whatever he wants. When he’s done, he takes the pins out of your hair and gently massages your scalp which makes you hum in satisfaction.

Then he stops and when you open your eyes you see him walking out of the bathroom, so you call for him, but he doesn’t answer, just returns a few moments later with a pair of clean panties and one of his old shirts you like to sleep in. He undresses you like you’re a baby and then puts you into the clean clothes before lifting you off the counter and taking you to bed.

“You’re the best,” you mumble, eyes closed as you snuggle to his chest in bed. He gladly pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around you, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

“You deserve the best, my love,” he softly murmurs against your hair and you hear him say “I love you” just as you drift off to sleep.

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[tryingtofindava]

Hi! I saw your requests are Open. Can you do small cuddle hcs for the main 4 marble hornets boys! Maybe the reader(they/them pronouns!) is just a very cuddly,really physically loving person and the boys go with it (lord knows some of them need a hug or two)(And maybe things can get a lil steamy w Tim [hes my favorite])

Thank you in advance

𝐂𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬*ೃ༄

(Includes: Jay, Brian, Tim, Alex, Jessica.)

: ̗̀➛Back to source

a/n: adding home gurl Jessica bcs she needs more appreciation 🫡 OH AND IT GET A TAD STEAMY W TIM LMAO :33

╰┈➤ 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬

He definitely returns your affection!! He’s just as much of a snuggle bug.

30% of the time you guys are laying somewhere wrapped in each others limbs as you two have a snooze.

Letting you wear his hoodie as you guys cuddle too (just don’t ask about the stains)

And when he wants to cuddle…

God does he make it obvious.

Wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, as he waits (somewhat) patiently. If you keep him waiting the chances are you’re definitely not gonna be able to finish what you were doing until a few hours or so.

And when you guys are cuddling. It’s gonna take a lot to get you guys up and functioning again.

“Five more minutes…”

He gonna be procrastinates a lot of the time just to snuggle with you some more lolz.

He will out do the doer (which is you).

╰┈➤ 𝐓𝐢𝐦 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

He was definitely a bit iffy at the start of the relationship. He honestly didn’t know what to do with your constant affection.

He wasn’t used to it after all :(

But, now it’s the thing he looks forward to most after frustrating operator bullshit. Walking through the front door and sluggishly trailing over to your shared room.

Opening the door to see you already peacefully asleep, slightly stirring as he laid down next to you.

Wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer and pressing kisses up your neck, nibbling slightly.

You turn around grinning at him, pulling him closer as you two share a passionate smooch. Pulling you up to straddle his hips.

╰┈➤ 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐊𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐞

Another one who doesn’t know what to do with the affection.

✨T R A U M A T I S E D M E N C O R E✨

It’ll take a LOTTA time for him to ease up fully on it. Just try to give him announces of your love slowly.

And when he does get into it, he’ll be expecting to get at least 3 to 6 hugs a day, everyday.

Not the biggest fan of cuddling while trying to sleep though, but he’ll settle for holding hands. (even when his starts to get all clammy)

╰┈➤ 𝐉𝐚𝐲 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤

He remembers the first time you ever hugged him. He remembers so vividly tearing up and wrapping his arms around you.

Burying his face between the crook of your neck as he just… stood there with you in his arms, and him in yours.

He’s always on the lookout for your affection, knowing he’ll always receive it.

AND HE SPOILS YOU WITH HIS AFFECTION TOO!!

Like Tim, he also is ALWAYS bubbling for them night time snuggles. Once you two are comfy, you ain’t getting up.

╰┈➤ 𝐉𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞

Pro cuddler.

She’s so quick to accommodate to your affection and needs.

You guys could be cuddling on the couch, a bed, the brand new fluffy rug, and she makes it the best experience possible.

Running her fingers through your hair, humming to you, as she rocks you slightly.

Nah cuz srsly her cuddles are life changing.

It’s like sleeping on fluffy clouds on a warm sunny day.

✯.★*°•.°✯•.★*°°·.•°★•✯.★*°•.°✯•.★*°°·.•°★•

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[filynxs]

౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ You Don‘t Own Me.

Part 2

⚝ Satoru Gojo is a model agent who found you, a beautiful young lady who has nothing to loose. You accepted his irresistible offer to model for his agency, and you will do anything he wants to earn money. Part 1: here

⚝ Satoru Gojo x fem!reader

⚝ sexual content; 18+; tease

» [Searing - Imaginary Ambition] «

0:00 ─〇───── 0:00

⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

"This is where you are weak, right?" Gojo purrs into your ear as he slides his finger over your womanhood, hitting your sweetest spot with his fingertips.

You arch your back in reply, and a needy moan escapes you.

Little did you know that you would end up in Satoru Gojo‘s bed after your first photoshoot. But here you are, lying below him without any clothes on. Your legs are spread wide for him, and your pussy is dripping wetness.

He has been teasing you the entire time, making you come several times just by using his fingers on you. You are dripping wet, but he won‘t give you his cock just yet.

"Yeah," he breaths, pressing himself against you, "I have noticed that you like it when I touch you there."

Your clit is swollen, throbbing against his fingers as he gently caresses it. The way how he plays with that one spot makes you go crazy, and a searing heat forms in your core that flows through your body.

Shallowly breathing, you grind yourself against his hand, and he lets out a soft chuckle. He loves the sight of you trying to come, and he knows that only a few caresses are needed to make you do so.

But then, he pulls his hand away from your eager pussy, and you look at him in confusion. He simply grins at you before grabbing something out of his nightstand.

Your heart beats faster as you see that he has something big in his hand. However, you can‘t see what it is. Seconds pass in which you await something to happen. Seconds in which a heavy and steamy silence lies in the air.

Sliding his index finger over your slick folds, he makes you gasp in reply. His touch sends a pleasant shiver down your spine.

"Good girl," he whispers while his eyes stay focused on your pussy, making you feel even more aroused. The way how his hungry gaze eats you up lets a heat wash through your veins, "you‘re wet enough."

"Are you going to fuck me now?" you ask him, your voice being barely above a tiny whisper. Shakiness lies in your voice as you speak to him.

Without answering he thrusts something into your wet walls. So this is what he grabbed from his nightstand. You feel the cold silicone deep inside you, filling up every tiny inch of your hole. A little moan escapes your lips.

"Not yet." he says sensually, brushing his lips down your stomach while keeping that thing inside you. Kissing every spot his lips come across, he finally reaches your clit that throbs against his tongue.

Flicking his tongue over it, he chuckles against it after making you squirm. The feeling of his actions sends electricity through your whole body.

What shocks you most, though, is what he is doing next. He turns on the vibrator he has kept inside your walls, and you groan in pleasure as the vibrators caresses your inside. Burying your hand in his fluffy, white hair, you move your hips against his tongue and the vibrator that stays inside you.

"Feels good?" Gojo asks with a cheeky grin before beginning to suck on your clit. He holds you on your hips as he keeps his face between your trembling legs.

You eagerly nod in response, not being able to form any proper sentences anymore. The only thing you can think about is the pleasure you feel. Heavy breaths escape your mouth, and you can‘t help but let out noises of delight.

As you look down you see that he is keeping his shiny blue eyes on yours the entire time, watching you react to what he is doing to you. The way how he is looking at you seems like he is asking you "Do you feel what I‘m doing to you?" and this sight turns you on even more. It makes your thoughts go wilder.

The heat that is burning inside your core bursts into glowing flames and the urge to come is strong. And he can sense that only a few more caresses are needed to get you to come.

Thus he gently begins to move the vibrator in and out of you, while sucking on your clit with his skilled mouth. His thrusts become harder and faster, and your grip into his hair tightens.

You arch your back like a kitten, pressing your crotch against him as you lay your legs down onto his shoulders.

It‘s not clear to you if you have ever felt like this. The way how he plays with you drives you insane until it pushes you to the limit of delight, causing you to groan in ecstasy as you come. You come hard, squirting all over his mouth and coating the buzzing vibrator inside you.

A loud "Fuck!" escapes you the moment you reach the peak of pleasure, and you pant and gasp for air. You can feel your heart racing in your chest, pumping the arousal through your veins.

You look down at Gojo, who now easily pulls the vibrator out of you after turning it off. Because you are so wet, it slides out of your pussy with ease. Biting your lip, you study his amused as well as excited expression as he seductively licks your sweet nectar off his lips. He gazes right back at you while doing so, and a grin plays on his face.

"You taste so sweet." he exclaims with a dirty and soft chuckle, licking your cum off his fingers as well.

Blood rushes into your cheeks, causing them to dye in a cute pink. Sweat is apparent on your forehead, showing just how much you like this.

Sliding your finger over your wetness, you lick it off it, tasting yourself in your mouth. You nod in reply, and flash him a small smile. He looks at you with surprise in his eyes and an excited grin on his lips. The sight of you doing so causes his cock to twitch in arousal, if it didn‘t already.

He moves up to your face, his nose touching yours. His breath brushes your hot cheeks, and causes a shiver to run down your spine. You two are catching your breath, just looking into each other‘s eyes in lust.

His lips then catch yours in a searing and eager kiss, your tongue dancing together with his. You can taste yourself on his lips, which causes your heart to race even faster.

With his hand he gropes your soft breast tenderly, gently caressing it with his fingers that softly pull on your hard nipple. You can feel the tip of his cock poking your entrance, thus your legs tremble in excitement as you are eagerly awaiting his entire length deep inside you.

"Y/N," he moans against your lips during the intense kiss which grows even wilder and hotter, "I wanna take you from behind."

Your kiss is filled with lust and excitement, and it seems like you are both not able to contain yourself anymore. You want to devour each other, taste every single drop.

As you separate, not much time passes until you lie on your stomach, stretching your round butt out to him. You prop your arms on the mattress, but Gojo immediately guides your upper body down onto the mattress again.

"Face down, ass up." he simply says, letting his hands wander over your back until reaching your ass. Your skin feels so soft to his fingers, as if he is touching a cloud.

Your cum drips down from your pussy that is entirely exposed to his hungry gaze.

He slides his finger over your folds, gently spreading them apart to test just how ready you are. And you are damn ready. You were ready the whole time, and now that he is right behind you, you bite your lower lip in excitement.

Rubbing your nectar onto his whole length, he proceeds to press himself against you, letting his tip enter your walls. You both gasp at the feeling, thus Gojo continues to thrust himself further into your wet warmth.

The way how your pussy wraps around his cock drives him crazy, and you can hear him groaning softly as he starts to move inside you. His moans sound like music to your ears, pairing with yours and sounding like a melody together.

You grip into the bedsheets as he moves faster, thrusting in and out of you with an increasing pace. He slides into your pussy with such an ease because of your wetness that drips down onto his cock, hugging him.

His fingers dig into your skin, and his hips slam against your asscheeks, creating a wet sound that echoes in his large bedroom.

"Your pussy feels amazing." he grunts, caressing your back with one hand that slides up to the back of your neck, gently squeezing it, "What a good girl you are."

A heat takes over your core, and you rub your clit as you feel yourself coming closer to your climax. The vibrator or his fingers have been pleasing you already, but his cock is on another dimension. His thick shaft which he buries deep inside you brings you to higher levels of delight which you could never experience yet.

This feeling of delight is what you reach, and your entire body shudders as you come all over his cock, your warm liquid coating his shaft. The sight and the feeling of you coming onto his cock makes him groan in pleasure, and he reaches the peak of satisfaction after a few more thrusts into you. His warm seed fills every tiny inch of you up.

He moans in delight, his hips jerking against your ass as he rides out his intense orgasm. His hands stroke your soft butt, tenderly caressing it as he slows down his movements. Gently pulling out of your tightened walls, he muses how his cum is leaking out of you. He grins, his pant escaping his parted lips.

You look over your shoulder back at him, gasping for air. The sight of it makes him crazy, and his cock twitches in eagerness.

Turning around on the mattress and kneeling in front of him, you gaze up at him and bite your lip. Your hand wanders to his semi hard cock, caressing its wet and soft skin.

"Now it‘s my turn to make you come."

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[misc-obeyme]

Hi cc💕 could I request some mammon fluff headcanons 🥺🥺

Hi there, anon!

Of course you can, my friend. I'm sorry it took so long! But I actually feel like this turned out pretty okay? It's definitely fluffy at any rate. And what can I say, I love Mammon. I still don't know what it is about him.

Thank you for participating!

COZY COMFORTS EVENT

GN!MC x Mammon

Warnings: none

Everyone knows that Mammon is down bad for you. Even though he tries to play it off, he can't truly hide it from anyone. He will bluster and try to maintain his cool guy persona, but the reality is that no one is fooled. And the minute you're alone with him, it's like he becomes a different demon.

Mammon is a troublemaker, but he's also fun. When you first meet him, he's always scheming to find ways to make some fast Grimm. But as time goes on, he starts scheming about the best ways to make you smile. He comes up with some elaborate date ideas, taking you places that he thinks will impress you, constantly trying to outdo himself.

Despite this, he also enjoys a simple hang out. He'll take you in his car and just drive around the Devildom. He surprises you by stopping somewhere remote with a beautiful view of the city and the stars. Any time he wants you to himself, away from the chaos of his brothers, he asks if you want to go for a spin. You know this eventually leads to steamy make out sessions on the car hood because Mammon has a hard time keeping his hands to himself.

He's overprotective sometimes, but it makes you feel safe so you don't mind. If he ever feels like you're threatened in any way, he will immediately get between you and whatever the danger is. You have to talk him down occasionally, when a perceived insult from someone makes him start throwing punches.

Mammon likes to touch you. He needs the physical reassurance of your presence. He's always seeking out your hand or putting his arm around your shoulders. Even just sitting close to you is enough, your legs pressed together. If he can have his arms around you, he will. In quiet moments, when you're alone, he'll hold you as close as he can. He'll bury his face in your neck, taking in the feel of you, his grip almost desperate like he won't survive if he ever lets go.

It's at those times when he also finds he can't stop the words from tumbling out of his mouth. Words that he would never say where anyone else could hear. Words that he's kept bottled up for too long. Words that when he finally says them, he realizes he needs you to hear them. You listen and it's like stream of consciousness, almost incoherent, but there's no question that every word is about how much he loves you. About how important you are to him. About how he can't stand being apart from you.

He might even apologize. He knows it's his greed that makes him like this, too needy, too clingy, only wanting more. More of your time, more of your attention, more of your touch and your words and your soul - more of you. He might need your reassurance. Please, MC. Please tell him that ya don't mind. You hafta understand what ya do to him.

You do understand. You tell him as much, as often as he needs to hear it. You hold him close when he wants your touch. You stay beside him when he wants your time. You always answer when he calls you, always focus on him when he's with you. It turns out you've fallen just as hard for him as he has for you. Both of you are so lost in each other it starts to feel like nobody else even exists.

In those rare moments when you are apart, you can almost feel that red string of fate tying you together. When you enter a room that he's in, your eyes find him before anything else. And he's always looking right back at you, a bright grin on his face. When you're thinking of him, your D.D.D. will ding with a message where he's just saying hi. When you're in the human world, it feels like the universe is conspiring to bring the two of you back together.

Mammon will take you to parties and buy you expensive gifts that he worked hard to earn the Grimm for. He will make you feel like you've won the jackpot every day of your life. His favorite thing is to hear you laugh and to laugh with you.

He doesn't bother to think about how human you are. He has told you simply that he just wants to love you while you're still with him. Don't worry about the future. Not when he can have you right here, right now, safe in his arms.

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[jesterwriting]

hi hi i saw your requests are open! can i request something fluffy or angsty maybe a little spicy with law, where you tell him that “all i want is you” fem reader or gn reader i don’t mind! thank you🩷

pairing: law x gn!reader

contents: angst, hurt/comfort, jealous!law, you're both kinda tipsy, making out to heartfelt conversation, complimenting law because he needs it, probably ooc

word count: .9k words

note: i dont know why, but this gave me so much trouble to write it was crazy. literally gator wrestled these words in a pile of mud. i got death rolled. but i'm happy with the results and i hope you are too anon <33 thank you so much for the request! :3

playlist: science/visions by chvrches

Law kissed you like you were about to disappear.

Hungry lips trailed down your neck to your collarbone where he nipped and sucked at your sensitive flesh. You sighed, tangling your fingers in his hair to pull him closer. His hands were cold as they slid up your ribcage, you couldn’t stop the giggle that bubbled from your lips.

Asshole. He wouldn’t think it was very funny if you tickled him mid-makeout. To keep from jamming your hands under his armpits in retribution, you busied yourself by pressing kisses to whatever part of Law your lips could reach. He groaned when you nipped at the shell of his ear, grinding his crotch against yours.

If you knew getting Law jealous would result in something so steamy, you’d do it more often. While you didn’t classify your conversation with that friendly bar patron as flirting, judging by Law’s insistence to mark every inch of skin he could find, he certainly did. You threw your head back and moaned when his teeth met the junction where your neck and shoulder met, soothing the bite with gentle laps of his tongue.

“Jeez, what’s gotten into you,” You managed to say between gasps. “Are you trying to eat me alive?”

He didn’t look up. Not a chuckle, not a glance, not even a smirk. After leaving your throat thoroughly bruised, Law moved onto your chest.

“I’ll get to that later,” He finally answered.

There was something off about Law. He refused to meet your eyes, completely single minded in his quest of turning you into a giant bruise. It wasn’t until his hands cupped your face did you notice that they were trembling. You wasted no time prying Law from your stomach, forcing him to meet your eyes. Whatever you expected, nothing prepared you for the split second glimmer of unease before it was promptly snuffed out by a glare.

“Woah, calm down, Law, you’re acting funny.”

He snorted and sat back on his heels. There was the scent of alcohol on his breath, and while you knew you indulged as well, he wouldn’t come back smelling of it from your lips alone. “Not as funny as that guy at the bar.”

Okay, he was really jealous.

“It wasn’t like that, he was telling me about the history of the town.”

Law rolled his eyes. “You were all over him.” Before the instinctual ‘was not’ was able to leave your mouth, he looked away and stuffed his hands in his pockets. His next words were barely audible, grumbled just under his breath. “You never laugh like that when you’re with me.”

Oh.

This went a little deeper than petty jealousy.

Pulling your shirt down, you sat up to meet Law’s stare. He seemed to regret the words as soon as they left his mouth, teeth clenched so tight you could see the tendons in his jaw jump. You patted the space next to you on his bed. “Sit down, we should talk.”

Stubborn as always, Law stayed standing. “I should get going, I have work to get done before morning.”

He turned on his heel, and before he was able to exit the room, your arm shot out to grab him. Law didn’t pull away from you, only let out a heavy sigh as your thumb traced tender circles onto the inside of his wrist.

“All I want is you, you know that, right?” When he didn’t respond, you tugged him closer. Law only budged because he wanted to. No one alive could make him do what he didn’t want to do. So as he slowly made his way to the bed, boots heavy against the floor, and sat down beside you, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You took his tattooed hand in your own, gently playing with his fingers. Law still wouldn’t look at you, gaze fixed stubbornly at the far wall. “Come on, you have to know that.”

The silence was deafening. In a desperate attempt to fill it, you nudged Law with a half-hearted smile. “You make me laugh all the time.”

“Not like that.”

That wasn’t good. You trailed your fingers along his arms where they met at his face. Tugging on his chin to manually force him to look at you, you spoke your next words earnestly. “I love you, Law. Not some rando at the bar. Yeah, maybe he made me laugh a little, but he doesn’t hold a candle to you. I love your dry wit. I love your intelligence. I love how you care for everyone on this ship before anything else. You’re a good person and a good doctor, I don’t know where I’d be without you.”

You must have gotten through to him because the tips of his ears were tinged pink. With a relieved smile, you placed a small peck to the corner of his lips. They twitched upwards, though you could tell Law tried to stifle it and keep his displeased expression.

“You can stop now,” He said, face two shades darker than usual.

“Oh, I’m just getting started.”

The rest of the night was spent with you singing Law’s praises that he consistently waved off, pretending like you couldn’t tell he liked it. Every so often, you would place a chaste kiss to the back of his hand or to his cheek, a sharp contrast to the hungry mouth that was on your mere minutes earlier. If Law really wanted you to stop, you would. All he had to do was say it.

Three hours passed with Law in your arms, and not once did the word ‘stop’ leave his lips.

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[soaringthroughthegalaxy]

I’m back with my Hunter brainrot, thanks to your kinktober post 😅 I hope this is ok to ask:

Can you write a Hunter x f reader where the prompts "I can't risk losing you again." and "Don't you see that I'm hurting?" Are used?

And can it be fluffy with feelings? It would also be cool if it’s NSFW or steamy but that’s honestly up to you. I love your work sm <3 take care

Thank you so much, anon! Sorry for the delay; I was trying to work out how to get the line prompts in while keeping it fluffy/sweet/steamy. There’s a tiny bit of angst, too.

I hope this is okay! <3

Safe with You

After you were snatched by locals on a recent mission, buried feelings bubble up to the surface, and neither of you can fight them back any longer.

Pairing: Hunter x f!reader

Word count: 2.6k

Rating: 18+ MINORS DNI!

Warnings: canon typical violence, hurt and comfort, light angst, feelings and softness, friends to lovers (this trope with this man 🤌), squint for possessiveness, fingering, praise/encouragement.

Rain pelted against the large barracks window, the grey skies a common sight on Kamino. But Hunter’s attention wasn’t on the brewing storm outside. Dark eyes watched as you moved around the room with a slight limp to decant the contents of your pack onto your cot.

Six months you’d been with them. Six months as their civilian handler. You were supposed to report to the Kaminoans on their missions and provide them with whatever they needed to ensure they returned safely each time. The long necks couldn’t have anything happening to their ‘experimental assets’ after all. You weren’t meant to be in the field with them, yet you’d insisted.

And now you were hurt.

Jaw clenching, Hunter tries to forget the panic that had consumed him when you'd sent a distress signal during the middle of the last mission. They’d left you on the Marauder at a safe distance and able to assist if needed, but the locals had found you and weren’t too happy. Your scream of his name over the comms as you’d been dragged out of the ship had turned his blood to ice and would haunt him for the rest of his life.

Before he could stop himself, Hunter was up on his feet and across the room, reaching out for you, selfishly needing to triple-check that you were okay.

You startle as warm hands grasp your wrist, your heart rate spiking as fear simmers in your veins for only a second until you look up at a familiarly handsome face. Try as you might, you were still a little shaken. The locals hadn’t hurt you – your injury was self-inflicted, having smacked your hip on the bunk racks as you’d tried to kick yourself free of their grasp – and that had been their only saving grace when Hunter had stormed their small village with a blaster in one hand and his vibroknife in the other, demanding to know where you were. The relief that had crumpled his face as you’d been yanked out of a nearby building would forever be etched into your memory.

For a moment, you can only stare into his eyes, watching a mired of emotions flicker across his face before his hand shifts to your chin to tilt your head from side to side, double-checking for any marks. “I’m okay, Hunter.” You tell him softly, shifting your weight onto your good leg. “I don’t blame them.” You’re touched by his concern, warmth seeping through your body.

Hunter shakes his head a little, a hard glint in his endless brown eyes. “I do. You’re hurt.”

“Like I said on the way back here, this is self-inflicted.” You repeat, gently taking his wrist to pry his hand from your face. He didn’t need to worry so much – you’d been through a lot worse.

Hunter isn’t backing down that easily, not when something is clawing at his chest and demanding that he be sure you’re okay. “Let me see.”

You pause, blinking a few times at the commanding tone he’d slipped into so effortlessly. It was easy to forget at times that he was in charge. “Hunter…”

“Please.” He remembers his manners, softening his tone a little. He hadn’t meant to come across as harsh or rude, but that strange feeling in his chest wasn’t easing.

“There’s nothing to see. I’ve probably just pulled a muscle. It’ll be fine in a few days.” You point out.

Hunter takes a deep, shaky breath. “You don’t know what it was like hearing you scream out for me.” He pauses, swallowing, the memory replaying on an endless loop in his mind. “Nothing mattered other than getting to you. And I was too slow. You were gone when I got back. But your scent…” His jaw clenched, brows drawn down into a pained frown. One of his hands moved to cup your face, the light drag of his thumb across your cheekbone tugging at your heart. “So sweet but tainted with fear…” He trails off, remembering how relentlessly he’d tracked you down, pushing his senses further than ever before, searching for every little trace of you, desperate to have you back. “Don’t you see that I’m hurting? Please. I need to see that you’re okay.”

You couldn’t deny the worry you saw in Hunter’s eyes, something that rarely surfaced in the stoic soldier, and his words struck a chord with the unspoken connection that had grown between you during your time together. With a small sigh, you nod, giving in to his request.

“Alright. But I promise you, it’s not as bad as you think.” You gently guide him to sit on your cot, lowering yourself next to him and lifting your shirt enough to reveal the purpling bruise on your hip. It wasn’t anything serious, just a painful reminder of the close call.

Hunter’s eyes narrow as he inspects the bruise, his fingers brushing lightly over the discoloured skin. His touch is surprisingly gentle, and for a moment, there’s silence in the room, only the distant rumble of thunder and the patter of rain against the window breaking the stillness.

“I told you, it’s nothing major.” You reassure him, studying the deep furrow in his brow. “I appreciate your concern, but I can handle a few bumps and bruises. It comes with the territory.”

Hunter remains silent, his gaze fixed on the bruise as if trying to will it away. Then, without a word, he rifles through the contents of your pack that you’d dumped out, grabbing a small tube of bacta gel. Wordlessly, he begins to apply it to your bruise, his movements deliberate and tender.

“You shouldn’t have to endure this.” He mutters, almost to himself, his fingers working the gel into your skin. “You weren’t made for this, yet you willingly put yourself in harm’s way. I can’t…I can’t risk losing you again.”

His admission catches you off guard. The weight of his words hangs in the air. The bond between you has evolved, whether you intended it or not.

You place a hand over his, pausing his ministrations. “I’m here because I choose to be. I believe in what you and your brothers are fighting for. I want to help in whatever way I can. I want to protect you. You’re not the only one who would go to great lengths for someone they care about.”

Hunter meets your gaze, his expression softening. At that moment, you realize that the storm brewing outside is nothing compared to the one raging inside Hunter.

You watch as he sets aside the bacta gel, knowing you’re at a crossroads and that whatever you say or do next will tip the scales. His eyes lift to meet yours, and for a moment, the silence lingers until his gaze dips down to your lips for the briefest of seconds. 

You move on instinct. Leaning in, your hand cups his cheek, guiding his face towards yours. As your lips meet in a tender kiss, you feel him respond with relief and desperation, as if he’s afraid this moment might slip away. His hand finds its place on the small of your back, drawing you closer as he deepens the kiss.

Warmth licks through you, and you let out a small noise of surprise as Hunter pulls you carefully onto his lap, shifting you so that you can straddle him. His hand still supports your back, the other cradling the nape of your neck as his tongue presses forward, sliding between your lips to taste you.

Your soft moan is muffled by his mouth, tongue meeting his, body going pliant. Hunter’s lips are firm and confident, every fragment of his adoration for you poured into the kiss. 

He wants to drown in your scent, to block out the rest of the galaxy and focus on nothing but you – the sounds you’re making, the racing of your heart, the taste of you that he’ll never get enough of. Cautious not to jostle you, Hunter stands, cradling you to him, smiling against your lips as your arms and legs wrap around him. As you cling to him, he carries you across the room to his bunk, laying you down gently on his sheets.

Sinking into the softness of the mattress, you gaze up at Hunter as he settles above you, careful not to rest his weight on you. Soft lips return to your body, dragging down your throat as his fingers creep under your shirt, dark fabric pushed up as he traces the curves of your body, the rough pads of his fingers against smooth skin. He’s already half-hard just from kissing you, but he studiously ignores it.

You are his priority. You always have been.

He shifts, working his way down your body. Reverent kisses pressed to your exposed belly, lips lingering around your injured hip, still shiny with bacta. Endless brown eyes flit up to meet your gaze, stealing your breath. Reaching down, you cup the inked side of his face, watching as his eyes flutter shut, head tilting into your touch, lips ghosting the palm of your hand in a feather-light kiss as he reassures himself that you're okay. Tears prickle at your eyes, heart aching at the sweetness of the gesture.

Fingers reach the waistband of your pants, already sitting low to not press on your hip, and there's a silent question in his gaze as he looks up at you.

With a small nod, you encourage him, and Hunter slowly pries your pants down further, eyes flitting between yours and the expanse of skin slowly revealed to him. He sees every emotion painted on your beautiful face, like a masterpiece he’s dedicated his entire life to studying.

Your pants hit the floor, Hunter’s lips trailing a path back up your body, soft kisses and gentle nips laved across your thighs and stomach. One arm returns to supporting his weight above you while the other hand smooths across your body, committing every part of you to memory. He could spend an eternity mapping you, losing himself in every nuance of you. Your honeyed scent fills his lungs, overpowering the lingering smells in the barracks.  

It’s the sweetest torture you’ve ever experienced, the soft drag of his fingers across your body, the warmth of him so close, those eyes that have drawn you in since the very beginning. He dips down for a delicate kiss, fingers sliding across your thighs. They part without protest, and the deep rumble of approval that flees his lips sends a shiver through you.

Tentatively, he drags two fingers across the front of your damp panties as your kiss breaks. “So needy already, cyar’ika.” He croons, marvelling at the whimper you let loose. “Should probably do something about that, eh?” He adds, catching your clit with his next stroke, sending a jolt of pleasure through you.

All you can do is nod, heart racing as you look up at him, trusting he’ll take care of you.

A smile passes over Hunter’s lips, and his fingers dance under the waistband of your panties, sliding down through your slick folds. Drawing lazy circles around your entrance, he goes to press a digit into your warm heat but pulls back at the last moment. Your brows furrow, and the small whine of frustration you let out makes him chuckle. “Patience, mesh’la.” He admonishes playfully, dragging his fingers up and over your clit again, making you gasp.

It’s maddening. But at the same time, oh so delicious. One of your hands grasps at the sheets of his bunk, the other grabbing onto him, anchoring yourself as his fingers stroke across you, cataloguing each spot that makes your hips jolt or pulls a little sound from you.

The delicious torture comes to an end as he finally presses a finger into you, another sliding in beside it. A soft moan escapes you, muffled as Hunter presses his lips to yours, crooking his fingers until he finds the right spot.

Stars erupt in your vision, kiss breaking as you tilt your head back, letting out another moan as pleasure curls through you. 

“There it is.” Delight warms Hunter’s voice as he finds the spot, fingers moving, watching enraptured as you react to his touch. Leaning closer, his lips ghost over the shell of your ear. “You should see yourself, cyar’ika. So beautiful.” He whispers, revelling in the way your heart rate spikes at his words, how you squirm and cant your hips to chase the pleasure he’s giving you. “That’s it. Take what you need.” He encourages.

Eyes sliding shut, warmth builds in your belly with every brush of his fingers against that sensitive spot inside you, with every soft word he utters. You grind down against his palm, the added pressure on your clit making your head spin as his fingers slide in and out of you.

Hips rolling, you’re grateful for the bacta gel that’s numbed the earlier ache, and you whine as Hunter’s teeth graze your earlobe. Warm puffs of his breath caress your neck as he dips down, dragging the flat of his tongue from your clavicle back to your ear, making you shiver. “Keep going, sweetheart, you’re doing so well.” He murmurs, a low rasp to the smoky voice you’ve grown to love.

Breath stuttering, you cling to him, desperately rocking against his hand. Your fingers twist the sheets as the pressure builds and builds. “Please...” You whine, eyes opening to find lust-blown brown gazing right back at you.

You ask so sweetly that Hunter can’t do anything but take mercy on you. Ensuring his fingers continue pumping slowly in and out of your tight heat, his thumb makes contact with your clit, and the cry you let out is magnificent.

“Yes, yes, like that…” You babble, eyes falling shut once more as he works you into a frenzy. Lips parting on a silent gasp, you finally tip over the edge. Trembles skitter through your body as you give yourself over to it, letting yourself be swept up in the moment.

Hunter has seen a lot in his few years – sunrises on pretty planets, families reunited, millions of stars shining in distant pockets of the galaxy. Still, all of it pales compared to the sight of you falling apart beneath him.

Working you through the high, his hand only stills once your beautiful eyes open once more and, holding your gaze, he slides his fingers from you, dragging them up to his mouth. The taste of you explodes in his mouth, and he groans, lapping at his fingers as he cleans away the evidence of your release.

Ragged breaths escape you as you come down from the high, watching the way the man you adore savours the taste of you. Exhaustion starts to creep through your body, the adrenaline of the day wearing off and the intensity of your orgasm stealing what little energy you had left. “Your turn…” You mumble, hand sliding down his body towards the thick length straining against his blacks.

Hunter gently captures your wrist, guiding your hand back up before peppering your pulse point with light kisses. “Promise me that I can teach you how to defend yourself better. And that you’ll always carry my spare vibroknife.” He makes a heartfelt request.

You attempt to protest, but seriousness settles over his expression, a stark reminder of how shaken he’d been earlier. “Tomorrow morning, I’m returning the favour. Then I’ll promise you anything.” You finally conceded.

A soft chuckle escapes him. “Deal.” He agrees, sealing the pact with a gentle press of his lips to yours. Carefully, he shifts you, pulling the sheet up, cocooning you in warmth. “There’s my girl.” He coos, watching as your eyes start to droop, lids heavy.

Half-awake, you mumble. “Yours?”

“Mine.” He confirms tenderly, smoothing your hair from your face, the ache in his chest finally easing as you rest safely in his bunk.

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[herzgeist-writes]

One Piece Headcanons - Renamed

Characters: Zoro, Law | Trope: Them giving you pet names | Content: for female readers / Wholesome - enveloping you in fluffy teddy bears

A/N: Clearly, you are their kryptonite. Feelings are blossoming towards you and what better way than to give you a 'different' kind of name? This is for the girls out there, who need some red tint on their faces and make their hearts go 'doki doki' ఌ

Dividers by cafekitsune ~

My Girl It involuntarily slips out of him, when he’s either extremely proud or confident in your abilities to conqueror anything standing in your way. His chest swells with pride, whenever he sees you take on hordes of marines, kicking their asses without effort. And the way you move, it all makes it seem so easy. A ferocious and passionate woman? Count him in.

“Oi (Y/n)! Are you alright over there?”

He calls out to you while watching you fight five marines at the same time. With one single blow, they bite the dust. You heard the swordsman yell something incohorrently.

“Huh? Did you say something, Zoro?”

“Oh uh, no. Nevermind.”

Tilting your head in question, you shrug it off nonchalantly and proceed in printing those marine fools some more footprints into their behinds. The swordsman chuckles to himself.

“Hm, that’s my girl.”

Sweet thing Is what he calls you when he’s quite playful. Always his first choice when teasingly bickering around with you, sometimes leaving his lips with a hint of sarcasm. It drives you insane - and that’s his goal. How can he resist that pouty face, when you huff at him like that. Naturally, he won’t admit it to anybody, not even you. You are just his sweet thing, end of story.

“Come on, Zoro! Let me try it!”

“No means no, (Y/n). That’s high potent sake. Nothing for a little girl like you. It’s the ‘I’ma split your head the next morning’ kind of alcohol, you don’t want that, trust me.”

Holding out to the mug in his hand, which dodges your failed attempts in grasping it, you blow up your cheeks in annoyance. No chance, (Y/n). The Vice Commander won’t let you taste the ‘demon’s blood’, but your expression changes soon after, for you have a secret weapon. His kryptonite is laid bare.

“You’re just afraid I will beat you in a drinking competition.”

“Oh? Now I wanna see you try. Drink up, buttercup!”

He hands over another mug, sake nearly overflowing from the brim.

“I can taste victory already!”

“Oh sure, sweet thing.”

Though you haven’t even placed your lips onto the rim, to let the brazen liquid flow down your throat, you’re already burning up. It’s the handsome smile he flashes at you, while lulling you in with his raspy voice. To Zoro’s notice, he doesn’t understand, why you’re already glowing so hard. He just called you his sweet thing, so what?

"Sweet thing?"

"I mean, aren't you?"

Oh dear . .

Hot stuff This man is so TACKY. Zoro isn’t a man of big words, hence he sticks to the silly namings, even when things get ‘steamy’ he prefers to adress you softly and caring. Unless you ask him to get more ‘foward’ with his wording, which by the by only you can unlock in him. After all, he’s the King of Hell and there’s no way he keeps away the more ‘ferocious’ side from you, giving you the whispered spicy nothings you deserve. . . However, that stays behind closed doors, dear (Y/n).

“That’s a nice workout routine you got there. Care to share, hot stuff?”

While you’re on your felt like quadrillionth biceps curl, you nearly let the dumbbell fall to the ground by his rash choice of words. Hot stuff? Heat rises into your head. Is he doing this on purpose?

“D-Don’t tell me you like what you see?”

“I do. Very.”

Screaming internally, you find it way too ambiguous of you. He just means the work out. He just means the work out. Based on your reaction, the green-hair can tell he must have said something to fluster you, and now he is the one, babbling in mere abashment and uncertainty.

“Yeah . . you look hot- I MEAN you look good! Great work out for you. Tones your body nicely- WAIT NO I . .”

Backing up he slowly treads out of the room, rambling about and occassionally stumbling over his own feet, or words in his case. You have to supress a girly giggle as you observe how his face begins to radiate. It’s the first time he ever called you that and something tells you, it won’t be the last. In the distance you can hear:

"Shit! What was that about? Hot stuff? What was I thinking? Damn it, might as well just cut off my tongue."

That drama queen.

Dove You’ve gained his full trust, respect and affection. It’s a sign of his feelings caving in for you. When you hear him say it, the strong and composed swordsman he is, melts by the sight of you. There’s nothing better than calling you his Dove, seeing you take on all kinds of colours in your face, mainly red that is. Besides sake, you get him drunk on a different level. So, KAMPAI, Dove!

The Straw Hats organised one of their famous banquettes once more. Everyone is cheerful and in the mood for good food and head spinning ale. The Vice Commander however is nowhere to be seen, for he usually hangs around the sake barrels most of the time, when events like these are planned. As you take a look at the crows nest, you find your sleepy swordsman staring out the window.

“Hey, are you alright?”

“Mhm? Hi, guess so.”

Shifting to the side to give you some space next to him, he stretches his arm out, beckoning you to come over. You comfortably nuzzle against him, soaking in the warmth he emits. This feels . . strange, having such an intimate moment as friends. Perhaps, you hope it could turn out to form into something more? As if he read your mind, he speaks.

“Hey, umm . . this might sound weird, but uh - can I call you Dove?”

“Dove? A weird name indeed, but I take it. What made you think that suits m-“

Before you can finish your sentence, he shuts you up by turning your face to his, with his fingers on your jaw, and gently places his lips on yours. Well, that explains why he chose to call you Dove. Butterflies start to flutter around in your stomach and you gaze deeply into his onyx coloured eye.

“I think it’s . . cute.”

“It is.”

Taking a deep breath in, he continues.

"Whenever I feel down, you are the one bringing me up again. You are the wings lifting me up, giving me the ability to soar through the skies, showing me a different angle of the world."

Big words for a man of his usually reserved nature. His arm snakes around your waist from the side and pulls you even closer. Your heart just left out a beat. From now on, you gladly are his Dove.

(Y/n) Did you notice it? Yes! He left out the suffix. You should be honored he decided to grade you a level up. But in all honesty, he took a liking to you and your name. He thinks it to be rather pretty, it would be a shame to destroy the sound of beautifully aligned letters, as if molesting the title of a charming book. You have earned his trust. Interest - is peaked.

Sitting at a bar counter, you enjoy the evening at an inn, where the crew decided to take a break. It wasn't as calm as you excepted it to be, for a overly friendly and slimy man couldn't stop talking, obviously hitting on you.

"Can't you see she's uncomfortable around you, dumbass?"

The creep scurries off to the other side of the bar, all the tension in your shoulders crumbling, sighing subsequently in relief.

"Thank you, Captain."

Law gives you a reassuring nod and goes his way again.

"It's my job, (Y/n)."

Almost waiting for him to speak out that '-ya' of his, you tilt your head. Did the loud stir of the bar swallow that small suffix or . . does he deem you worthy of calling you by your normal name now? Your heart skips a beat out of happiness, hoping for the latter.

Sweetheart Teasing is one of his daily routines. Running out of ideas to get you either flustered or bewildered, he saw fit to take it up a notch. His heart races whenever he rolls the ‘sweetheart’ off his tongue, in order to adress you with a hidden sarcastic intent. Over time though, you begin to be his sweetheart. Just by the thought of you growing on him makes him shiver - positively.

"Why do you keep on doing this (Y/n)?"

"What do you mean?"

Innocently nibbling on a chocolate chip cookie, you flutter your puppy eyes up at the now faltering Captain, who furrows his brows at you.

"Baking cookies? We're pirates! Not some sort of- mhm . ."

You stuff his mouth with the tasty and crumbly goodness. Laughing at his fuming face, it's obvious to you he isn't completely opposed to your sweet counter attack. He keeps on chewing.

"Good right?"

Earning a low rumble in response, he averts his gaze and gulps loudly. His stern eyes sway over to the tray, filled with more crunchy cookies and you deny him that 'hungry' wish right away.

"Nope. Those are for the others. That was the only one for you. Besides, I thought you didn't like sweets., let alone dough."

Suddenly he takes a seat next to you, leaning in closer to you. His lips curling mischeviously, face now dangerously near yours.

"Oh how considerate of you, sweetheart."

Hold on, sweetheart? Frozen in place, you stare into those mesmerizing grey orbs, the perfect moment for the doctor to 'shamble' the snack into his hand and make a go for it, which he does without a word, practically sprinting out of the kitchen door.

"H-Halt! I mean wait! Stop right there! Trafalgar you thief!"

Darling He has you trapped in his room and vice versa. There you stand, no chance to escape. (No, he won’t sing it to you.) Besides singing that sweet jazz, that deep sultry voice loves to call you his Darling, when the time has come to playfully show you, that you have affected him. It’s a sweet name, however it bears a hidden, more lecherous intent, depending on how he enhances his words around you. Once or twice you caught him oogling you with those steel eyes, that’s when you realise, he does have a male instict, wanting to ‘court’ you, simply explained.

It's time for your annual classic health check up, no devil fruit voodoo, for he prefers to reserve his power, if not neccessarily needed. Meaning, you'll have to - strip. Oh don't worry, you're still wearing your underwear, nonetheless, you're heart beats out of your chest whenever he inspects your body, writing down your vitals and searching for any anomalies.

"Tell me if you feel any pain or discomfort."

Some touches tickle you, some induce your heart with pumping fuel and others make you go weak in the knees. The last one is new. What makes your position even more difficult now, is the fact that the stethoscope is up next, to check your heart rate.

"Are you nervous?"

"As if I am. It's just . . cold. That metal . . thingy."

"Stethoscope."

"I was about to say that."

His breath grazes along your naked skin, as he keeps on listening to your heart from the front and back. To your sassy comment, he can't help but chuckle lowly and gives your back a gentle glaze of his slim, wrapped in rubber gloves fingers, before moving on.

"Of course you were, darling."

If that doctor puts on that silly stethoscope again, he would have heard that literal jungle drum in your chest. He knows what it does to you, when he plays that extra sultry card on you, all with a hint of mock and sarcasm. Yet, a tiny slip in his voice tells you, he actually enjoys calling you that. - He is torture on two legs, keeping you on your toes.

My heart This is the part where you have defeated him completely. He is addicted to you and your cute reactions of him calling you his heart. Who would have thought a cold and serious man like him could be unintentionally romantic? Though he appears to be lacking the ability to express his emotions thoroughly, it doesn’t mean he can’t slip by and whisper your new title at you by coincidentially meeting in the Polar Tang’s corridors. As long as there is nobody around, snooping about of course. Though uncomfortable to show it in public, he gives it his all to prove his point that he is oh so head over heels for you.

He HAS HAD IT with you and your annoyingly adorable round puffy cheeks, whenever you throw a temper tantrum at his commands you vaguely dare to disobey. You leave him no choice but to:

"Room . ."

"O-oh no. Wait I'll-"

"Shambles."

You'll never get used to that. Finding yourself far off from the others at the harbour, he has warped the both of you to a secluded alley of the adjoining town.

"You. You. You! Just. Just!"

Visibly upset he throws his arms through the air, close to snake his giant palms around your neck to strangle you, however restraining himself with a forceful shake in his hands. Restless he walks up and down the narrow cramped aisle. He comes to a stop before you.

"I BEG you, to stop acting so god damn cute! Your back talk gives me even more reason to just . . to just-"

You shrink away from his intimidating demeanor and apologize with glistening eyes. A white hat on your head takes you aback, for he roughly propped it onto you, now pulling down the tip to restrict your vision and . .

"You idiot . ."

. . kisses you.

"Stop being a bratty crew mate and be mine already, my heart."

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[floshav]

want you so bad.

Peter Parker x fem! reader

summary: Peter likes Mj. You like Peter. Everyday is hell when they're both in each others vicinity and you're sitting right behind the madness. You're so close to professing your love for him but you keep it under wraps because it seems like an impossible feat.

Warnings: intense yearning, slight steamy scene, kissing, alluding to smut

He brings his hat down, pushing his fluffy bits of hair to flair out at the ends of his hat. You quirk your head to the side wondering who he was trying to hide from or who he saw. Yet it was no surprise to find that it was Mj.

She walked in with her curly, unruly hair which made her look so, so beautiful. The freckles which danced on her face making her glow and it made you jealous. Why did her natural beauty shine through more than your own? Why couldnt Peter see that in you. Why couldn't you see anything in yourself.

His eyes darted around the park outside your school and finally landed on you. You looked at him with a knowing expression.

"Don't need to play it cool Parker. The whole school can smell your crush from here." You smirk.

He scratches the back of his head and pretends like he doesn't know you till' he gives you a defeated look.

"Whatever you say y/n...." It only takes a few more moments before he breaks

He musters out a breathy whisper which you've heard a billion times before. "Is that really MJ?" Peter gravelly asked, hands at either side of his head, giving in to the fact that he was definitely head over heels for her.

You try to hold in a sigh, " Yes, Peter. It is MJ. For the hundredth time this week!" You yearn out, half joke half seriously.

Peters shoulder's tense up as a dorky smile carves his lips. "Is she looking our way? Or is her nerdy ass stuffed in a book." Peter asks with wide eyes. The eyes which you found so adorable, palpable yet so far from the personal touch of your own fingertips.

You slowly turned your head around to glimpse at the curly haired girl who was indeed lost in a book.

"Yea, shes reading her book." You say as you shoot Peter a tight smile and hate Mj for being the stereotypical mysterious girl. You Wondered if he could sense the hurt beneath you. Of course not. He was just a boy after all.

"I wonder how her long eyelashes feel against her eye bags as she slurs through the words. Or how the spine of the book feels as her soft fingers inch it to crack. Ugh, I just want to count every freckle on her beautiful face. Ya think she's ever thought of me before?" Peter began to ramble sweet nothings to himself as if you were giving him your utmost attention and not thinking about how stars practically lived in his eyes as he talked about her. How you wish he was talking about you.

You felt that familiar soul crushing, heart sinking feeling that you knew too well. The feeling that every boy you've ever liked has given you. The feeling of being so close yet so far away was the final blow.

He placed both his hands on either side of his face again and began to softly bite his lip as he giggled to himself stupidly.

"What're you thinking about Parker." You ask playfully trying to lighten the mood for yourself.

"Her lips... her eyes.... her hair." He smiled to himself so oblivious to the fact that every compliment he gave her was a dagger to your heart.

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2 months

2 months pass and Peter has started talking to Michelle. Instead of walking past him, she smiles, she waves occasionally and has even said small hi's to him. The progress aches your yearning heart further into abyss but you ignore it anyway. Michelle has a new glow to her, she radiates beauty and the colour yellow ever since they started conversing. While you stay stagnant, radiating a plain old indistinguishable grey.

You're in Peters room, you two have just finished a major lego piece you've been putting off and the nights going great.

buzz

There goes your night you think to yourself.

Peter picks up his phone only to reveal his dorky smile again. Hes immediately stuck like glue and you hate it. You hate her. Even though you shouldnt, you couldnt care less.

You lay beside him as he smiles at his phone when in fact he should be smiling at you.

You snatch his phone and crush it, crush it to bits imagining it was Michelle jones, every bit of it Gone. gone to dust.

you snap out of your fantasy and return to see him stuck in her spiders web.

"Hey Peter" you coon

"Whats up?" He sets his phone aside and turns to face you.

Unknowingly you inch closer, and closer but the gap is barely noticeable.

Your eyes flicker down to his lips and you take in a breath. He notices the subtle gesture and his mind wanders.

"Have you ever wondered.." You trail off

"Wondered.....?" He repeated

"Wondered what it'd be like to.."

"to... kiss someone." You shyly whisper knowing you both haven't had your first kisses.

"I think it'd be amazing. Especially with someone you like. Imagine the feeling, the sparks flying. Just everything put into place." He says as he searches your eyes for a deeper meaning behind your facade.

"Yea... Someone you like." Your heart pounds solemnly at the thought that you'd never share your first kiss with your first love because he was tangled up in a love story of his own.

"Why'd you ask?"

"Just... felt like it."

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a month passes since that conversation and you see Peters lips locked onto Mj's as they share soft kisses beside the vending machine. You should feel happy for him but he's all you've ever wanted and you've just lost him. You want to scream, shout, cry but you don't have it in you anymore. You just don't care.

Peter pulls away and Mj has a wide smile plastered on her face. Something you rarely ever see from her. Your mind wanders to what Peters lips would feel like. Soft.. Plush and warm. The wetness of lips on lips makes you aroused. The sounds he'd make if you did something a little more. He was seemed like the type you thought to yourself. The way his face would be so flushed after you'd litter him with affection and kisses. Him gaining more confidence as you went on. Mj watching on the side. You hadn't even realised a dampening form on your panties until you shifted around. You wanted him so so bad, but all you could do was watch from the side.

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[cherrychilli]

MDNI, NSFW, AFAB reader, Steve x Shy reader, inexperienced reader, oral sex(F), light pussy spanking, lil bit fluffy? just a smidge

Very much into the idea of Steve discovering his shy girlfriend's collection of steamy romance novels. I had to add a few lines from the first steamy book I ever read when I realized it was released in the 80's. For funsies and just because it happened to fit well in this little nugget of smut hehe.

On the outside they look just like any other cheesy novel, nothing on the covers that suggested otherwise. Completely ordinary looking with softly colored pictures of sun swept countryside's, flowery English gardens and misty meadows. Steve had never wondered about them, having seen them lined neatly on your shelf for as long as the two of you have been together. Even today, they still hadn't piqued his interest but you were yet to finish your shower and he had grown bored of waiting. He isn't selective when he pulls the nearest book out of its place, not very thick and small in his larger hands. The Bride, he mouths the title, looking and feeling unimpressed. He doesn't bother reading the back, choosing to settle at the foot of your bed and flip through it lazily. He lands on pages at random, face scrunching up at the mentions of highlands and lords and arranged marriages. Not his preferred reading material, he confirmed. He skips further ahead, not giving too much attention to the words until...

She tried to cover her breasts by bringing her knees up and leaning forward. "I don't have any clothes on" she informed him.

Steve paused. He goes back and reads it again, this time more carefully. He then wedged a finger between the pages to keep track of his place, quickly turning the book over to glance at the cover again to see if he'd misremembered it somehow within the last five minutes. It's the same as earlier, completely unchanged from his memory. Sprawling green hills, grazing horses and what looked to be a castle in the distance is all that's pictured. Not the kind of book he'd expected to find mentions of nude women being intruded on. "It can't be", he doubts still, flipping the book back open and reading ahead to see if he was really seeing what he thought he was.

Before she could even think to ask him what in heaven's name he was doing, he had her flat on the bed. She didn't have time to blush...

His brows raise slowly, interest very much piqued now. "Oh Princess", he lets out in a low chuckle, lips stretching into grin.

"Sorry to keep you waiting", you stepped out of the bathroom, smelling of peach scented body wash and dressed in your cotton shorts and pajama top. "What do you want to watch tonight?", you asked the boy who was yet to acknowledge you, only mildly curious to see Steve intently paging through one of your books because you couldn't see the cover with the way it was angled towards his lap.

"How about we read instead?" he lifts up the book to reveal the title to you, his lips pulled into the most smug looking smirk you thought possible.

Your body blazes when realization sinks in, eyes going wide with horror. You never thought to hide any of your raunchy books before. You didn't have all that many to begin with and they blended in seamlessly with the rest with their inconspicuous covers. You didn't see the point of tucking them away, letting them sit on your shelf in plain sight. You realize now that may have been a mistake.

"Sweetheart, you had me all fooled", Steve stared you down, looking so very amused. "Made me think you were some innocent little church mouse and here you are reading about...", he looks down at the book again, reading the first line he sees out loud with the widest grin, "her lips so soft, so pliant and when his tongue finally sank deep inside her warm mouth..."

You release a high pitched squeal, running to him to try and snatch the book away before he can read any more. "Steve no!, put that away!", you yelp helplessly but he holds it above his head and out of your reach with ease, craning his neck to read off another sentence with exaggerated glee, entirely too pleased with the circumstances, "I want to touch you the the way you touch me, please? your body belongs to me as much as my body belongs to you doesn't it?"

"Steeeeve!", you pound your fists on his broad chest, feeling a hundred degrees warmer.

He's laughing still but he takes pity on you then, handing you the book as you take it and clutch it to your chest.

"Baby baby, relax ok?", he places a hand on your shoulder reassuringly, laughter ceasing when he notices the troubled look on your face. "It's no big deal, there's nothing wrong with reading about that stuff, you know that right?". You knew it. Of course you knew it, even if your body betrayed you with a tumbling sense of embarrassment that you had found impossible to shake all your life. You answer with a little sniffle, peering up at him through your lashes. "In fact I'm glad you've opened up to it in a way you're comfortable with. I know when we...try things you're a little reserved", he offered gently.

Your face drops then, worry bubbling inside your belly because the last thing you wanted was for Steve to think that you didn't enjoy yourself with him. "It's not because I don't like it! I do! I really like it when you touch me, Steve!" you jump to reassure him only to reflexively shield your burning face with your hands when you realize how forward your little outburst made you sound. You hear him chuckle in that familiar way that he always did when you worked yourself up, feeling him tug lightly at your hands to pry them away from your face. "That's good because I really like touching you", he lets you know with a tender smile and a quick wink.

You relax a little again, looking at him apologetically, trying to explain. "It's just- I feel.."

"Shy" he finished for you. "I know, baby. I think it's cute", he rubs a thumb over your cheek gently. "And I'm sorry for teasing you", dipping down to place a kiss on your cheek in apology.

You smile for the first time since your stomach flipped at the sight of your not so secret book in Steve's hands. "It's ok", you accept. "I just wish I could be more...you know, assertive? And more vocal about what I like".

He looks down at you thoughtfully, mind working until his eyes light up. "Tell you what. You up for some fun?", he cocks an eyebrow up at you suggestively. "Because your book's given me an idea and I think I could help break you out of your shell a little"

You're more than a little intrigued to find out just what he's come up with. "How?"

"Again", he instructs sternly from between your legs and your eyes squeeze shut and you whimper when his sticky palm connects with your bare cunt again. It's never too hard but it's enough to make you jolt and whine when your swollen clit starts to throb again. "I'm sorry, Stevie", you let out in a shaky voice, breath noticeably shallow. "Go on" he prompts, tracing a finger along your folds. You open your eyes and try to focus on the page, looking for the sentence you stuttered through and struggled to finish. You'd been doing this for close to an hour now, playing the little game he had concocted for you. The rules were straightforward - you needed to read out the sex scenes clearly. No hesitation, no stuttering, no skipping, no mumbling and if you did it properly, he'd eat you out while you read. But if you messed up, he'd have to punish you, spanking you between your legs. You'd messed up a couple of times now, enduring several slaps on your soaked pussy but did notice your inhibitions starting to melt away, even if much of them still remained. Just means you have to keep practicing, right?

Taking in a deep breath, you started reading, keen to have Steve's mouth on you again. "He forced her fingers around his shaft, then thrust his fingers inside her again to rid her of her fear...", your voice starts to tremble as you read on, barely resisting the urge to moan when you feel him lap at your puffy folds again, all sensitive from his skillful tongue and forceful palm. He made it harder for you when he groaned against cunt, teasing your hole, sucking on your clit and flicking it with his tongue but you don't want the feeling to end, gripping the book tight as you continued "she welcomed the rush of blazing ecstasy consuming her..."

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[hxxsxxng]

JAY 박종성 - STUDIO WORK

MINORS DNI

Word Count: 1.2k

Genre: SMUT with a plot if you squint

Content. oral, teasing, degradation, teasing. and other stuff lmk what i missed

Overview: You get desperate when waiting for Jay to finish up in the studio.

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"Babe pleaseeee, i'm desperate." You pleaded to your boyfriend. You were just lounging on one of the little couches in his studio feeling.... excited... to say the least.

"I am almost done writing these lyrics, just wait like 15 more minutes" He demanded. You sigh loudly at these wounding words.

You pout a little while twirling your hair around your fingers. He had already been working for 5 hours while you just sit there bored out of your mind so of course your mind started to drift elsewhere. Daydreaming would be an understatement.

A great idea to soothe your needs pops into your mind. You sit up from the couch eagerly.

Wandering over to his chair, you stand behind him and start massaging his shoulders. He jumps a little bit but he soon gets used to it. It was relieving the pressure on his shoulders from his poor posture. He has no idea what you have is store for him.

"If this is your way of trying to seduce me, it's not going to work" Jay says

This didn't take away your determination though. You walk around the chair and climb to sit on his lap. You wrap your arms around him and rest your head on the crook of his neck and just sit there. The feeling of your hot breath repeatedly hitting the sensitive spots on his neck really turned him on. You run your fingers through his fluffy brown hair as he continues to work on his song. You couldn't contain your desire anymore.

     Subtlety, you begin leaving small pecks on his neck, which turned into kisses, and then to you sucking on his neck, leaving noticiable purplish marks.

"Babe" he scoffed, as if he were annoyed.

As much as he hates to admit it to himself, he is enjoying it. He wraps his large muscular arms around your waist and pulls you as close as possible to him then continues to work. You were getting tired of it and you gently grab his face with both of your hands and pull him into a passionate kiss. Instead of pulling away, you deepen the kiss. He doesn't seem to be too bothered because he's not doing anything to stop you.

     You rub your soft hands down his hickey covered neck, sending chills down his spine. He tries to insert his tongue leaving you to mindlessly open your mouth slightly, inviting him in.

Both of your tongues were exploring each others mouths and your hands exploring each others bodies. He caressed his big hands up and down your back slowly, giving you goosebumps.

You can feel his member growing in size underneath you so you decide to tease him. You grind your hips slowly across his tent, making him release a low groan. Continuing to rock your hips back and forth just made him yearn you more and more. But not only did you teasing him turn you on, the feeling of his clothed tip continuously brushing against your clit was only making you more needy.

"Ah yes baby keep doing t-that" he pleaded while gripping your love handles. This steamy exchange made you more than audacious. You stand up getting of his lap and walk back around the chair and start kissing his neck while reaching over, palming his clothed member.

He tries to hide his shaky breathing but it wasn't working. You turn his head and kiss his lips. You grab his hand, pulling him up from and chair and you lead him to the couch while you go to lock the door. He sits down on the end of the seat and you push him back, having him lie flat.

You slide down your pants, leaving your cute black pantiess exposed. You get on top of him sitting on his lap again and begin to kiss down his neck, to his collarbone. You pull part of his shirt down, allowing you to leave marks on his chest.

     "Sit on my face babyyy" he says out of the blue. You look at him with a stunned look, but you weren't one to disobey his orders. He grabs the band of your panties and pulls them down your legs. You tug at the bottom of his shirt, signaling you wanted to take it off him. He lifts his arms up and pull the shirt off over his head.

     He does the same thing right back to you. Tugging your shirt till you allowed him to take it off. No words were being exchanged, just looks and lustful implications.

     You turn around and slowly lower your pussy to be aligned with his tongue.  His face was being squished by your thighs, but that's the part he loved the most. He starts swirling his tongue around slowly, making you squirm a little bit. He reaches his arms up and unclips your bra, leaving you to take it off.

You pull the bra off, leaving you fully exposed. While he works wonders with his tongue, you place both of your hands on his rock hard torso for more control. He wraps your hands around your beautiful thighs and grips them continuing to slide his tongue between your folds.

Beautiful moans fall out of your mouth and the temperature of the room rises.

    "You taste so sweet, darling"

Using his torso for mobility, you unintentionally slowly grind your hips back and forth on his face, in sync with his tongue. You throw your head back in reaction to the unbelievable pleasure he is making you feel.

    "You're such a slut Y/N, I couldn't even finish my work because of you," he growls. His faux anger just makes you more and more hornier. He is so hot when he is angry.

   The protruding tent in his pants grabs your attention. Sliding your hands down his abs, you begin to softly tease him, palming him slowly while he works his mouth.

    He lets out small moans, which you can hear and feel due to the heat of his breath and the vibrations of his throat.

As you come up on your orgasm, you start whimpering and you grind on his face a little more intentionally this time. Your legs start shaking but he keeps them in place but gripping your thighs even tighter than he was previously.

"I'm so close Jay" you manage to say

"Let it all out for me baby"

     He flicks his tongue faster and sucks on your clit while you ride out your high. You couldn't stay still and your legs were still shaking uncontrollably. Loud moans spill from your mouth. You grip different parts of his body and parts of yours tense up from the pleasure.

     You let out small whimpers as you begin to dome down from your high.

      He lifts you off of him and pins your back against the seat of the couch, basically switching positions with you. He starts kissing you aggressively while resting his hand softly wrapped around your neck, mixing your wetness from his mouth with your saliva in your mouth.

   He pulls away and looks deeply into your eyes.

    "You better be happy now. Never do that again. I need to finish my work" he's pushing your shoulder back. He stands up and walks back over to his chair and starts working on the song again as if nothing ever happened.

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