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spicybutterfly · 10 months

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Lilac

Summary: On your way to your nail appointment, you run into the cutest, yet strangest boy you’ve ever met.

Pairing: nonidol!Jimin x fem!reader

Genre: Strangers to lovers, Romance, Fluff, Non-Idol AU

Rating: 18+, MINORS DNI!

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Explicit language, Nonconsensual grabbing (Jimin has no sense of personal space)

A/N: Hi everybody, it’s been a while! I wanted to put this out way earlier but I’ve been stupid busy with work and school so yeah, here it is halfway into the year loll. I proofread this myself so please excuse any mistakes. Also, I made this banner and I think it looks pretty good for my first time so please be nice or else I’ll cry ☉ᴗ☉

*Disclaimer all characters and events portrayed in my works are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persona or events is purely coincidental.*

Thank you for reading!♡

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It is 12:02 p.m. and you had thirteen minutes to make it to the nail salon for your scheduled appointment. Anxiously, you drummed your fingers against your steering wheel, nibbling at your bottom lip. This red light felt like it had been going on forever. You swear at least three songs have played over the radio already and you still had at least five more minutes to drive before you made it to Luxe Lacquer Nail Lounge.

You weren’t too picky about your appointment time. A spot during the weekend was preferable, but if that wasn’t available any time after you got off of work would do. Unfortunately, neither of those two options was available to you. For some reason, your go to nail salon was virtually booked out for the next two weeks. Of course with your luck, the only spot they did have available was the most inconvenient to you. Twelve-fifteen on a Wednesday afternoon.

Typically, on a Wednesday at noon, you’d be at work, hunched over typing away at your computer. The only possible way for you to make it to your appointment would be to go during your lunch break. Thankfully, they lasted an hour and your boss wasn’t too finicky about when you took them, as long as it wasn’t too early or too late in your work day.

You couldn’t afford to miss this appointment. It had been practically a month since the last time you’d gotten your nails done and showed. You weren’t high maintenance per se, but keeping up your appearance was important and these nails simply were not it. Your cuticles were an atrocious sight, overgrown and brittle. The once neatly painted gel polish has lost its shine, now dull and chipping around the edges. Don’t even get me started on your shape, formerly a perfect square, straight across the top with sharp edges, now sported a rounded and blunt look. Your nails were in dire need of some TLC.

“Finally,” you sighed out, pressing on the gas pedal as the light turned green. Briskly, you glanced over at the digital clock in your dashboard.

12:03, twelve minutes left.

Steadily, you continued your journey on the road trying your absolute hardest not to go over the speed limit. If you did happen to go over a mile or two, no one noticed. After three more excruciatingly long minutes, you eventually pulled into the plaza’s parking lot.

The area was buzzing with people of all kinds. A group of people dining outside of a restaurant, young adults coming in and out of the grocery store, an elderly couple sharing an ice cream sundae, and a dad pushing his baby through the parking lot in a stroller.

“Come on, come on,” you mumbled, roaming around for a space.

Just ahead a black Chevy Silverado began to back out of its spot. A glimmer of hope spread throughout you as it seemed you were the first and only one to notice and would finally be able to park. Plus it was only two shops down from the salon! You pulled in behind them, giving them enough space to back out but at the same time showing them you were ready to move in.

Just as they were almost completely backed out, you noticed just across from you an elderly woman driving an older Toyota Avalon. Through your windshield you could see how intently she was starting at your parking spot, inching forward as the Chevy rolled out.

“Oh hell no!” you protested. This old lady was trying to steal your spot. Not today.

As soon as the Chevy was clear out of your way, you jerked your wheel to the left, simultaneously pressing firmly on the gas pedal. Your car swerved into the space before the old woman could even take her foot off the brakes.

With squinted eyes, you watched as she begrudgingly drove away, flipping you the bird through her passenger window.

You scuffed. The nerve of some people.

After putting the gear into park, you shifted the key turning your car off before removing it completely. Snatching your purse from your passenger seat, you swung your driver’s side car door open, at last stepping out onto the concrete.

The heat from the blazing sun warmed your skin instantly. Being blasted by the cool air from your car vents almost made you forget you were in the middle of summer. Internally, you thanked your past self for deciding to wear a flowy dress today instead of slacks.

12:10, five minutes left.

If speedwalking in backless platform sandals were an Olympic sport, you'd be a gold medalist. You had no idea you could even move this fast. Rushing down the walkway, you dodged between the people crowding your path. Who knew it would be so jam-packed on a Wednesday afternoon?

Relief immediately rushed through your body as the sight of the salon came into view. You made it with four minutes to spare.

Just as you were about to enter the salon, your hand on the door handle, you felt a light tap on your shoulder.

“Um, excuse me?” a smooth voice rang out.

With your hand still gripping the door handle you turned to face the stranger.

Before you was a man, but not just any man. He may honestly be the most beautiful man, or better yet, person you’ve ever seen.

He looked around your age, maybe a couple of years older. Dressed in a cool-toned brown sweater and black slacks, he stood tall with quite impressive posture. Thick, fluffy black hair sat atop his head. A few strands lay delicately on his blemish-free forehead. Silver jewelry decorated his skin. His ears sported a pair of simple hoops dangling with every head movement. On his neck was a dainty chain necklace, it looked like it belonged to a designer brand. What caught your attention the most was the many rings that adorned his fingers. They shined prettily in the sunlight.

The only way for you to describe his face was that of a fairytale prince. His eyes were tender and kind, a complete contrast to his sharp eyebrows but they paired well together. You wondered if he routinely got them threaded. His cheeks were round and breadlike, making you want to reach out and squish them against your better judgment. And don’t even get you started on his lips. They were the softest, plumpest pair of lips you’ve ever seen. You just know he goes through tubes and tubes of chapstick frequently.

He smiled gently at you when your eyes finally met. Your heart fluttered. Whatever this guy was trying to sell, you just might have to buy.

“Hi, I’m sorry to disturb you but I-” With a voice as warm as his you could listen to him speak all day. But you were on a time crunch and now had three minutes before you had to go in for your appointment.

“Ahh, actually,” you interrupted wincing slightly. “I’m kinda in the middle of something. So if you’ll excuse me.” You turned away again, this time slightly opening the door.

This time you felt him grip your free hand, intertwining your fingers with his.“Oh! This’ll only take a second I promise.”

“What the hell!” you yelled, snatching your hand away with a quickness, spinning on your heels to face him again. Straight away this garnered the attention of a few strangers, looking nosily to see what was happening.

“What is your problem?! I’m not interested in whatever you’re trying to sell!” You don’t care how attractive this man is, he’s definitely lost his mind.

He seemed surprised by his actions, staring back at you in shock with both eyes wide open. “I’m so sorry!” he rushed, waving his hands out in front of him. “I’m not trying to sell you anything, I swear! I just wanted to tell you that I thought you were gorgeous and that your hair looked beautiful! I never meant to offend you, really!”

He was a stranger to you. It was absolutely inappropriate of him to grab your hand without your permission. You had no obligation to believe a word he said. But there was just something about the sincerity in his voice that made it difficult for you to harbor any lingering anger. As crazy as it sounds he seemed genuine and you believed him.

“Oh,” you muttered, calmer now. “Still you can’t just grab people you don’t know, it's rude. And thank you.” You avoided his eyes, instead focusing on the loose thread at the bottom of his sweater.

“Again, I’m sorry. My friends remind me all the time about how handsy I can be. I’m working on it. And, you’re welcome.” You could hear the smile in his voice.

“I’m Jimin,” the man, or Jimin grinned, sticking his hand out towards you to shake. You looked at his hand before looking at his face. His eyes were nearly completely shut with how hard he was smiling. It was insanely endearing.

You replied with your name, shaking his hand in return. The softness of his skin didn’t surprise you at all, you could tell he took good care of himself

“Going to get your nails done?” Jimin questioned, nodding his head towards the salon.

“Mhmm,” you confirmed, looking at your hand as you inspected your overgrown nails. “I’m in need of a long overdue manicure. I actually have to go in for my appointment in about-” You looked at your wristwatch. “Two minutes.”

“Have you decided on a color yet?”

“Not yet. I was thinking of maybe getting-” You cut yourself off at the feeling of Jimin taking your hand in his once again. Ignoring the butterflies that instantly fluttered through you, you watched as he brought your hand in front of his face. You almost giggled aloud at the vision before you. He looked like a mad scientist, examining your hand that close to his face.

“You really do have no sense of personal space, huh?”

“I think you should get…” he paused for a moment thinking to himself. “Purple.”

“Purple?”

“Mhm,” he confirmed, nodding. “But not just any purple. Maybe a pastel purple? Like ..lilac! Yeah, lilac! I think that would look really pretty against your skin.” With a satisfied smile, gently, he let your hand fall back to its previous position.

You felt your whole body flush with warmth. You know if you were lighter you’d definitely be blushing all over. Thank goddess for your brown skin.

To mask your shyness, you grabbed your phone out of your purse checking the time. Yeah, you were wearing a watch but you needed to look away from him before you exploded. 12:16. Oh shit!

“I’m late!” you shrieked, turning back towards the salon. “It was nice meeting you, Jimin, but I gotta go.” It was really nice talking to Jimin, but you weren’t missing this appointment for anyone.

“Wait!” He called, coming up beside you.

“You should send me a picture.” You raised an eyebrow.

“Of your nails! You should send me a picture of your nails when they’re done, I mean. You know because I suggested the color. But only if you want to, of course, no pressure!”

Jimin twisted the ring on his left pointer finger, awaiting your answer. You thought his sudden nervousness was sweet.

Usually, it would take a lot more for you to give your number out. Especially to a random stranger you’d only met and known for a couple of minutes. You’d seen too many true crime documentaries for that. But Jimin raised no red flags to you. Sure he was a little weird and awkward but he was also sweet and charming. To be quite honest you enjoyed spending these past few minutes with him, and you wouldn’t mind seeing him again.

“What’s your number?” you smiled unlocking your phone. Jimin grinned again, eyes nearly shut and cheeks raised high, before reciting his number to you.

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You were so damn lucky you had history with your nail tech, Sandra, or else you would’ve been out of luck. You didn’t make it to your appointment on time, in fact, you were three minutes late. It may or may not have something to do with you and Jimin giggling over which photo to use as his contact picture in your phone.

The pure look of irritation on Sandra’s face when you finally did make it inside the salon to check in at the front desk nearly made you visibly wince. You knew you were being an inconvenience, coming in late even though you were standing right outside of the salon. But c'mon, you were only three minutes late! It’s not like you arrived an hour later or no called no showed. Still though, it was rude of you and you made sure to apologize and leave her a hefty tip for being a bother.

Back in the front seat of your car, you admired your nails. No matter how irritated your Sandra was, she still killed this set! You opted for your usual square shape, you couldn’t see yourself veering away from it, it just had such a polished look. For your nail color, you were stuck between three shades of purple that could be considered lilac. Instead of wrecking your brain, you sent a picture to Jimin letting him pick the shade closest to the one he envisioned and he did not disappoint. Delicate yet bold, the lilac complimented your skin tone perfectly. You’re not sure if this was a color you would’ve ever chosen on your own and you’re so glad Jimin suggested it for you. They were simple but cute and you loved them!

Posing your left hand you snapped a quick pic of your new nails before sending it over to Jimin.

Cute?

He responded almost instantly.

Jimin (◠‿◠)

Very! See, I told you it would look good :))

Whatever lol, I guess you did an ok job.

Jimin (◠‿◠)

I think what you meant to say was. Thank you so much, Jimin!

You rolled your eyes before responding.

Thank you, Jimin. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you! You are truly god sent!

Just then your phone began to vibrate, Jimin’s contact and goofy contact picture popped up on your screen. You clicked the answer button before it could ring a second time.

“You’re so very welcome, _____! I’m glad I could be of assistance to you!” Though you couldn’t see his face, the smile was present in his voice. You laughed aloud, thinking of a response. You definitely didn’t want this to be your last time speaking to Jimin. There was an obvious connection between you and it would be silly of you not to explore it. Hopefully, you weren’t reading the situation wrong and he was just as interested in you as you were in him.

“Hey, um, what are you doing later today, around let’s say 5:30-ish? My appointment took a little longer than expected so I can’t pick up any lunch and I was wondering if you would like to try that new pizzeria downtown with me?” you asked, heart hammering in your chest. You felt like a teenager talking to her crush for the first time. It’s been a while since you’ve done something like this. You’ve been so focused on work recently, hardly allowing yourself any free time. Dating just wasn’t at the forefront of your mind.

Restlessly, you drummed your fingers against your steering wheel awaiting his answer.

Jimin hummed as he thought. “Are you asking me out on a date?”

Oh shit.“Huh!? A date! I wa- uh I mean-” “Because if you are,” Jimin interrupted, ceasing your rambling. “Then I would say yes. I would love to go on a date with you.”

“Yeah?” you beamed.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “You actually beat me to it. I wanted to ask you out for ice cream after your appointment.”

“Oh!” you voiced. “Well, we can always go after the pizza?”

“I'd like that.”

“Okay! Cool,” you grimaced at your response. Gosh, why were you so nervous?

“Cool,” he giggled. “I’ll see you there, then?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you there,” you smiled, giddy all over. Bringing your phone from your ear, you pressed the end call button. It took a moment for the realization to set in. Did that really just happen? Before you knew it an elated squeal escaped your lips. Nerves now replaced with excitement, you began your journey back to work, eagerly looking forward to your date with Jimin.

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#park jimin #jimin fanfic #jimin x black reader #jimin x reader #jimin fluff #black reader #bts x black reader #bts x reader #bts fanfic #bts fluff

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wrathofrats · 2 months

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Hiii you're the first person I've ever sent an ask so sorry if it's weird, but I have a request (if it's okay of course)

Could you do some swissdew? I don't see much writing of it and it makes me a bit sad

It's okay if not! Just wanted to know :)

-🌟

Omg??? No you’re not weird at all I love getting requests, in fact I’m naming you ur star anon now I hope you’re excited

Honestly it’s a bit funny that you say you don’t see any Swissdew because they used to be extremely popular! (Honestly tbh I haven’t seen them a lot recently?? Idk!!) They were my first fav ship when I joined the fandom lmao

Before I start rambling here’s some other Swissdew pieces I’ve done if you’re looking for more

(Swiss dew angst series)(breath play and being weird about paint)(dom drop after care)(forcefem)

This is weird and strange as I usually am, you didnt specify on nsfwness but most people come here for porn, if however that’s not what you wanted feel free to send me another ask!!

Uhhh basically short and sweet Swissdew and by sweet I mean finger sucking and stupidification

“Swiss, fucking move already please”

Dew felt like he had been laying there for hours with Swiss looming over top of him. The false sense of security brought on by his sweet words and gentle touch has long since faded into something dew could only really describe as torture.

“See? Now you’re learning to ask nicely, it’s getting hard to keep fighting huh?” Swiss coos

“No, it fucking hurts asshat”

“Must not hurt bad enough since you’re still being a brat”

Dews cock sat hard and sensitive against his stomach. Pre had dribbled along his torso, leaving a sticky mess that only added to his discomfort. His brain no longer felt fuzzy, as it did when Swiss finally got his cock in him after what seemed like endless prep that was mostly just Swiss playing with dew as he pleased. It felt sharp, electric and on edge, every slight jostle making him gasp in false anticipation.

“I’ve been good, I haven’t moved at all” dew pleads.

“You also haven’t shut up, probably should’ve just gagged you before we started”

Swiss moves his hands along dews body, a teasing nail tracing along his skin up to his neck. “Think you probably want to be gagged though, right? Too desperate for your own good?”

“No, I want you to fuck me already” dew whines and squirms from the uncomfortable position on the bed.

“Oh I don’t think you know what you want, don’t think you’re smart enough to make your own decisions like this since you keep talking” Swiss rubs his hand along the column of dews throat, thumbing at his chin to pry it open.

Dew attempts to mumble something incoherent around his mouth being forced open, eyes staring up at Swiss in confusion. He doesn’t make an effort to close it, waiting for his next move as saliva pools in his mouth.

“That right baby? Just get too stupid to make good choices when you’ve got a cock in you” Swiss’s tone alone has dews cheeks heating up, cock twitching on his abdomen. Two fingers slide past his lips smearing the saliva over them and down his chin.

“See, you’re already calming down, just had to get a couple fingers in your mouth didn’t I? Drool that pesky little brain out”

Dew whimpers in response as Swiss pets over his tongue, sliding the two digits in and out past his lips. He feel docile, the fuzzy feeling in his brain creeping back in around the edges

“There’s my good boy” Swiss smiles

#hiiiii #this is just a short Drabble but I hope you enjoy #the band ghost #ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #wrath writes #swiss ghoul #dewdrop

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theseshipsshallsail · 3 months

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Summary:

The unapologetic scrutiny sees Oliver shivering right down to his toes; the risqué thrill leaving him desperate for more as he pictures the sight they must make from the rooftop garden opposite. His ruminations don’t last long, however, and the sudden emptiness at his core incites a flustered whine, even as the low rasp of Elio’s zipper proves a slow-motion herald of what’s to come.

THE PROOF OF THE PUDDING (IS IN THE EATING)

With its three spindly legs and sleek, curving edges, the reconditioned baby grand is a great deal sturdier than Oliver first assumed, watching the fastidious moving team guide it up three flights of steps to their East Village brownstone apartment. It’d earned him a smirk: that absent-minded observation. Unsuccessfully hidden behind the blue, Columbia Lions mug Elio’s long-since claimed for his own. Yet seeing is believing - as his much-missed bubbe liked to say - and if the past four years have taught him anything, it’s that in order to trust in the improbable, one must first be prepared to embrace the absurd.

Hence the reason he finds himself bare-assed naked on the stately instrument’s cool, mahogany lid.

Grey tracksuit bottoms hobbling his sockless ankles.

Hitching gasps misting the lacquered surface as Elio’s nimble digits scissor his spit-slick rim.

The splayed-wide pads of Oliver’s fingertips are smeared with sweat: the tense muscles of his torso even more so. Gaining leverage is nigh-on impossible, and when Elio strums a ruthless staccato against his screaming prostate, the incoherent plea that spills from his throat has the other man chuckling exaltedly; eyes mischief-bright where he hooks his chin over his straining shoulder.

“You’re doing so well…” he murmurs into the riotous clatter of his pulse. “Uno spettacolo così bello. Tell me: how does it feel?”

Oliver groans at the unexpected bite to his earlobe. “Sacrilegious,” he pants, all thoughts of structural integrity forgotten as a soothing hand cards his bedraggled hair. “Whatever would Bach have to say?”

Elio flashes a thousand-watt grin. “Oh… the Old Wig was pretty creative,” he answers sagely, angling his face for a clumsy kiss. One that tastes of Yakisoba chicken from the Japanese shokudo on the corner, yet dissolves like powdered sugar upon his tongue. “He’d probably suggest we try it andante.” A beat. “Or maybe a lively allegro,” he adds, skimming the jutting vertebrae of Oliver’s spine. “With a brisk vivace to finish.”

Oliver sniggers. “You’re a menace, Perlman…”

“Always,” he allows, mapping the field of goosebumps that adorn his flank. “But presented like this?” The floorboards creak as a jean-clad thigh urges his trembling knees apart. “All stretched and pink? Taking my fingers so nicely…”

“Sweetheart, please…”

Elio tugs him impossibly closer. “You’ll take my cock too,” he says then, a simple statement of fact, then proceeds to squeeze his buttock once, twice, three times firmly; opening him further with his thumb. “You’re beautiful, mon amour.”

“Siete pronti?” he asks, painting the sticky pearls of arousal around his greedy hole.

“I’ve been ready,” Oliver protests, the gentle nudge of his glans making him clench in vain.

Chapped lips return to the hinge of his jaw.

Sharp teeth worry the mottled bruise at his collar.

“Elio…” he hears, a blatant provocation before he’s breached properly, and Oliver grunts, choking expletives into the crook of his elbow as his tormentor huffs a bubbling laugh. “Elio… Elio… Elio…”

His hamstrings are taut where he’s held spread-eagle. His scrotum growing ever tighter at the sense of utter fullness. Over and over, his lover thrusts within him. Over and over, Oliver chants the words in concert: hiccuping the other man’s name until the syllables blend together. Until he’s shuddering - splintering - his brain damn-near convulsing as Elio reaches to stroke his leaking shaft.

“I’ve got you, mon chéri,” he whispers, circling the spongy tip through each rolling wave, and when Elio buries himself balls-deep - collapsing like a rag doll as he climaxes thereafter - the erratic thrum of Oliver’s racing heart beats a perfect accompaniment to the breathless I love yous peppered between them.

#cmbyn fanfic #call me by your name #elio x oliver #Acts of Defiance series #new fic #shameless smut #no pianos were harmed in the making of this fic

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mutant-distraction · 8 months

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Please Read

Thanks to all of my followers and people who see and enjoy my postings. I have always tried to respond to personal messages sent to me and avoid public postings or replies like this.

Recently I got a very nice note from one of you that I was trying to reply to and was cut off by character limits. Somehow the message got lost and I cannot reply directly to you but I will address your questions and concerns and thank you so much.

Recently I have gotten several complaints/rants from anonymous about posting AI. They never give which posting they are concerned about and frankly it is starting to piss me off to the point of considering closing my inbox, through which I have developed good friendships over the 15 or so years I have been on tumblr.

AI is an interesting new form of expression and I agree completely that it should be indentified as what it is. I try and when I find out I have been faked I remove posts or amend them. So please send me any images that your are concerned about and I will respond privately.

The nice person who contacted me talked about the baby platypus which of course is a toy, I gave a similar one to my grand-daughter. I assumed it was obvious, same with technicolor birds. That said the majority of the concerns I have received to date were infact about verifiably real animals or clearly art.

Many things being called AI are digital art which of course is a different thing completely. What is art? Is a photo-montage art? Is painting art? Is leaving a small hand made structure in a gutter art. None are real life. For me art is a form of expression and interpretation of our inner and outer worlds. My own personal art consists of words, sounds, photos, hand made paints, clay, found objects, whatever. I think it is arrogant, ignorant and irrelevant to question someone's art unless they are trying to benefit from intentional misrepresentation.

Currently I am doing paintings that are my version of Australian indigenous people style dot paintings. I am constructing 3 dimensional pieces with ultaviolet light reflective materials including paints I make myself. Some hang from the ceiling. They are displayed in a room which is lined with blacklights. Unfortunately it is impossible to present them online in anything other than video format.

Since I joined tumblr I have had a completely separate blog for my personal artworks and writing, a few of which make it here. I never give out the name of that tumblr.

My first and primary tumblr is ymutate. Mutant Distractions was an early spinoff but entirely different than it is now. Other blogs under this moniker are Mutant Whatnots and RUKnowhere amongst others. In the past ymutate was primary and had other stuff that has since become the focus of other blogs. I have been redefining the focus of each tumblr to be more specific. As I have stated in a previous post my intention has always been to keep track of things that interest me and share content from other platforms that I do not find here. I make an effort to verify anything that is in my mind questionable but that is difficult. So few people identify sources and/or the specifics of their posts. I do not post anything which I dislike. I avoid violence though sometimes paintings or animal photos may contain it. I try to be thought provoking, educating and amusing. That's what art does for me.

Please personal message me with any questions you have. I am considering making my blogs private if I continued to get annymous and useless spam complaints. It is unlikely I will even read anons again but I will not exclude you from mail just yet.

ymutate has always tried to provide entertainment. Legitimately people complain of me over posting but I can do whatever I want, these are personal blogs for all of the wonderful people on tumblr. I follow 1500 people and have thousand of followers (I never cared about numbers) but if I do follow you it is because I like what you offer and do not assume that because do not reblog your postings it is because I don't like them.

Many of you have changed my life for the better and enriched the lives of countless others.

Thank you all so much. May your days be full of wonder and joy,

Sincerely, ymutate.....

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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 1 year

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Saw your requests were open soooo-

May I request Eddie with a sub male reader where it's reader's first time doing it? (I suck at making requests I'm sorry-)

Hi, thanks for the request! Y'all are really making me dust off the old smut wheels. You don't have to apologize. The more you can think to include (if you want fluff, soft, angst, rough, etc) can help in the future but for whatever my imagination can cook up this is okay!

Eddie Munson x Male Reader. Reader is 19.

CW: 18+ Content (Smut).

Send me request here! Currently writing for Eddie Munson. I write for a variety of reader inserts (male, female, gender neutral, POC too).

Feel free to look through my masterlist here!

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The lube is so cold. Even with Eddie's warm fingers pressing at your hole, the lube is distinctly cold and a hiss leaves your lips. Eddie's lips are soft against the shell of your ear. "It's okay, I'm here," he whispers. His breath is distinctly hot.

You'd asked for this, if you're going to honest. Eddie had always been kind when he was controlling the situation. You'd spent numerous times pressed up against Eddie's chest, naked from the waist down with his hands lazily stroking over you. He'd always whispered in your ears about how good you were being for him, how he loved seeing you come undone by his hands.

It's not new how Eddie's eyes get a little dark when you defy him just a little. Never being a brat truly, but also resisting him just a little to give him a little bit of a thrill. He always smiles when you give him a bit of sass, closing whatever distance between you like a predator stalking prey and though it makes your heart thump and your lower stomach swirls in desire you love it.

"I want to take you," you whispered as his hands worked over you. One of Eddie's hand was pressed into your chest, twirling over your erect nipple. The other hand was cupping you, sack being toyed with leisurely. But your whole body was lit with flames and you were thinking clearly but also the thoughts all felt jumbled.

"You're sure about that? You've--I don't want you to feel pressured."

"Please, next time?" you asked, kissing at his jawline.

Eddie laughs at the way you beg, hands gripping at his denim cladded thighs. "If you're good and sure you want it, yeah, we can do that. But first, I need you to cum for me. Think you can do that?"

You nod dumbly as his past quickens and your moans increase in volume, hitting Eddie's eardrums like a song.

And now, you're here. Eddie kneeling between your spread legs. His naked figure expanding in front of you like a painting as his hair falls like a curtain around his face. One hand is pressed under your knees to keep your legs up and open. His other hand spreads the lube again, one finger pressing ever so gently.

It's a foreign sensation. You want to reject the touch on instant, but Eddie coos above you. "It's okay. Gonna go slow for ya, yeah?"

You nod.

"Good, good. Just take a deep breath for me. Inhale deep baby."

You follow the instruction, taking in all the air your lungs can take.

"Exhale, just as deep," Eddie instructs.

You let it all out until your lungs feel like they could collapse and just before you get the last bit of air out, Eddie slips a finger in. There's pressure and a bit of uncomfort but then slowly that fades. Eddie grins at you.

"Look at my boy," he coos. "Feel good?"

"Ye-yeah?" You're still getting used to it and after another minute the feeling is welcomed. The lube is still cold as Eddie adds more but the more he works his fingers over you. The more you settle onto his fingers the better it feels.

"More," you hum.

"More, huh? Getting bold, I see, lover." Eddie slips out the one digit and then presses two against you. "Gotta get you nice and opened before I give it all to you, okay?"

Your fists tighten at the sheets as the stretch of both fingers. Eddie's fingers aren't too thick. But two of them is a sizable leap up from the one. And though it feels like too much initially it doesn't take long before you're trying to rock, testing how much you can fuck yourself on his fingers.

Eddie tuts at you. "No, no, pretty boy. Later." He slips his fingers out, wiping them quickly on the spare towel next to his knees.

"Please. Need you," you huff out.

"Oh, look who has their manners." It feels a bit condescending but Eddie stretches out over you, pressing in to kiss you deeply. The press of his tummy over you is just enough pressure to make you release a groan into his mouth. Eddie swallows it down and grins, before kissing over your neck and chest. He trails hot kisses all the way down your body, down to your happy trail, over the tip of your cock.

Eddie straightens back up, adding more lube to himself and stroking himself lazily. "You know I love it when you beg. And you've been so good."

His tip nudges your hole. You squirm at the feeling, excited for the feeling of him inside of you, stretched and full. Eddie strokes his thumb up your thigh. "Gotta take it slow, baby. Don't wanna hurt you."

"Please just fuck me. God I am going insane," you huff.

"That's what I was waiting for," Eddie laughs and it cuts off at the end into a strangled huff as he sinks just the tip inside.

"Oh, shit," you grit out.

"Ssh, hey, it's okay," Eddie drops his hand around your knee and takes your hand. "I got you. I got you."

You thread your fingers through his. The angle's changed--Eddie now leaning over you and more of him has slipped inside but you take in the smell of him this close and exhale it deeply to relax yourself. Eddie kisses over your face, cheeks first and then moving up to your nose.

And half an inch at a time it feels, Eddie slips deeper and deeper into you. Every time you want to tighten up, Eddie gets you to exhale, thumb stroking your intertwined hands, I got you's falling over his lips like a prayer. You believe him. You have no reason not to. He bottoms out eventually and you swear you're going to see heaven, but god do you love it.

"How ya feelin'?" Eddie asks, nose brushing over yours.

"F-full. It's a little weird, but I-I like it."

The kiss is slow and tender. "Tell me when, okay? You can have all the time you need."

You shift, reaching up to tuck some of his hair behind his ear before bringing him in for another kiss. Like this you don't even have to think, all you have to focus on is tasting Eddie's lips and the lemonde he had earlier with lunch and a bit of the cigarette he had before it.

Eddie's more than okay just staying here, tasting you as well but after a few minutes you whisper for him to move and he does. Slowly at first retracting his hips partially out before pushing back in. You nearly rear up at the feeling of him and Eddie pushes back up to keep you still, hands gripping your hips.

Eddie smiles to himself watching the flutter of your eyes, listening for every gasp you release. He teases your cock lightly tracing with his fingers and you throw your head back into the pillow. "That's it, baby boy. That's it," he laughs, watching you grip the sheets as his hips pick up the pace.

You feel celestial when you come. You are not human, of flesh and blood. You are pure ecstasy.

Eddie smiles, though his chest and face are covered in a thin sheen of sweat, watching the way your grin paints your face through your high. That is the face that he wants and needs. The only thing he needs.

-H

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x male reader #eddie munson x reader #h writes #strannger things #eddie munson blurb

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velvetmud · 1 year

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fez/lexi + shower sex (18+) + domestic bliss

bathtub diaries

fez thinks lexi’s alarm clock might as well give up on her as he pressed snooze for the third time this morning. he gently reaches over and combs his fingers through his girl’s hair, soothing her as he coaxed her from heavy slumber.

“baby. you ever plan on wakin’ up?” fez teased, voice raspy and lazy while the palms of his hands start wandering south on instinct.

the only thing so far making lexi stir and yawn now at least partially awake were his warm hands engulfing the meat of her upper thigh from the back. his dick also wakes up and stirs against her hip and he knows she can feel it by the hurried way she reacts. melting and scrambling to get into a more submissive position, sleepy moans muffled by the comforter.

“that’s what it takes to get your cute ass up, huh?” fez laughs. hooks his thumbs under the waistband of her lacey panties she sleeps in from time to time. probably in hopes that she’ll have him wrapped around her finger all night.

he maneuvers her ass to practically hug his aching dick and starts thrusting in between her thighs. brushing her covered up clit nicely, both teetering on the edge of just right and not enough. and she likes that, god damn does she like that.

“mmm, don’t wanna get up. wanna call and tell them I’m sick and just ride this all day.” fingers now grip the base of his cock, rapidly filling up to become almost painful as she rubs and tugs, playing with it like a toy. he hums for a few seconds from pleasure mixed with agony. knowing she should be getting ready and making coffee by now. be the responsible lexi, a contributing member to society. help pay their endless bills.

not grinding on his dick dry through the infuriating barrier of her panties and his boxers. he needed them skin to skin now.

“tell you what lex…” he leans over her shoulder to whisper low in her ear, unable to resist playing with a nipple through her shirt. pride swarming in his chest when he feels it start to arch and harden from excitement. “I let you hop on this dick if you come join me in the shower. could fuck you while I help get your pretty little ass all nice and clean for work.”

a smirk and a blush paint her doe features. he didn’t need to be a mind reader to know his girl would take it anywhere. whether their setting was ideal or not.

the shower head begun spurting warm water above the eager naked couple. fez was already knuckles deep with double digits in her squelching pussy, just imagining what it tastes like while her winsome moans fill his ears and motivate him to go faster.

they couldn’t wait any longer to take everything off, wrestling and giggling with each other to see who got to their bathroom first. he knows she’s genuine every time she’s in awe at the of sight of him, especially swollen and pink from all the half assed prep in bed while half asleep.

“oh god fezco, giving it so good,” lexi cries out while his middle fingers simultaneously sped up and curled deeper. kisses the slope of her neck and her jaw; wallowing in the feeling of her helpless beneath him, needy insides soaking his fingers the more he moves and spreads them. the water spraying from up above has her hair heavy and soaked and their skin rutting together felt slippery. fez takes this as a hint to get going and get fucking. stopping the attack he had been doing to her neck, he flips her around like a doll to line up between her soft cheeks.

“we gonna need to make it quick baby, is that okay?”

lexi doesn’t respond, too busy moaning under the stream with her face pressed up against the shower wall. the mirrors have started steaming up, blurring the sensual, suggestive sight.

“still need to getchu ready for work, baby girl. shhh.”

she sounds like she might start to cry, either from the relief of being spread open or in a tantrum for having to go to work.

“please.”

he often dreams of filming this. filming his girl. recording the sound of her begging, all wet and withering on the tip of his dick with the trails of warm water dancing down her back. she looked like an angel reincarnate, born here and now to take him. be with him.

the head slips in with wet ease, both parties gasping and making noise as soon as her pussy and his dick made contact. without any direction or say so, she thrusts her pussy backwards to get warmed up. with a grit in his teeth, gathering all self control he has grabs the bottle of her vanilla shampoo to pour a gooey handful in his palm. lexi continues fucking herself with abandon on fezco’s cock while she gets pampered as if she’s a princess. getting her scalp massaged and loved, gentle touch lathering her.

“careful, tilt your head back lex—don’t wanna get it in your eyes,” he warns lightly, still caring for her in the smaller more mundane moments, even while balls deep inside her. which only madd her ride back onto him faster, whining as he forcefully tilts her head back allowing the water to rinse her soft wet locks of leftover foaming shampoo.

“that’s it, baby. being such a good girl,” he praises, adoration in his tone. his eyes roll back when she starts tightening sloppily, rolling her hips back and losing momentum. she needs him to take the reins. “you want me to really start fucking this pussy, don’tchu ma?”

he envelops her damp ass in his hands, spreading her wider for easy access and squeezing with appreciation. her mouth gapes open, nodding pitifully. an image he’d likely ingrain into his spank bank for later. remembering just how she’s pleading for him to push it in, fill her pussy up to the brim.

fez doesn’t let her distract him from his mission though. snatching her pink loofa and squeezing her scented body wash, he demands she get going if she wants to get fucked as hard as she does. an old fashioned quid pro quo.

sure, she whines and rolls her eyes like a brat. but in her defense, she only gets an attitude around him when it’s about not getting enough of his dick, so he always lets it slide.

giving in regardless, lexi revels in the harsh pounding being given to her so suddenly. letting out unpredictable screams as he pulls all the way out and slams back in again. lexi even needed to turn her face so she didn’t get mashed on the wall. soon it starts feeling wet between her thighs, and they both can guess it’s not just from being in the shower.

”fuck, keep washing yourself baby,” he scolded, eyeing her as she falls apart in front of him. with her legs quivering from his dick, her arms give out later as she lazily rubs the loofa over her full breasts and heaving stomach. swears that if she looked down at herself she’d see the outline of his cock pumping in and out.

after several more minutes of switching up his angle and speed of his strokes, he briefly slowed down to catch his breath. shushing her impatient protests, fezco snatches the loofah from her and runs it down along her back with grace. this being a stark contrast to the sharp long snap of his hips into hers from behind, going as deep as her pussy will allow him. feels the sweet, unbelievable clench of her pussy around the base of his cock. nearing her finish, familiar with all the tell-tale signs that she was gonna cum hard and she was gonna cum soon. he’s inclined to never forget the history of her making puddles on his dick and their sheets. luckily cleanup in the tub doesn’t demand any effort.

the loud continuing slap echoes after each pump. fez lets the soap spill down their bodies and swirl into the drain, forgetting the loofah as he gears up to bust. doesn’t care at this point what time it is, how late his girl will be, the consequences she’ll endure from missing work—

“shit honey, I’m gonna cum—tell me you’re close, please, need to together,” he pleads, suddenly desperate and close to falling down on his knees from release. lexi matched his energy, both helpless and ruthless, tightening herself down every thrust, whining his name and nonsense. the water spurting down from the shower head slowly starts losing its warmth, only driving the couple to cum faster. he reaches over to rub and play with her clit with urgency. dead and gone.

“always together, yes, yes—“

“that’s it baby, you my girl. cum for me, wanna feel you,” fezco whines in between harsh pants, feeling his will power slither away at the feeling of more of lexi’s juices start trailing down his cock.

“that’s my girl.”

she hears him whisper in her shoulder, giving it a kiss during the last few harsh pumps. feels the incomparable sensation of her boyfriend ripping out of her only to groan and cum all over her back and her ass, stroking himself to completion while his eyes remained hazy and seductive.

once the high is over, the post-sex glow has them too dopey and droopy to be standing somewhere as risky and slippery as the tub. with more light kisses here and there, both giving each other their own routine of aftercare before he twists the knob to the shower nozzle. immediately, shivers start to plague their wet exposed skin to the cool air.

“s’getting cold,” she giggles. goosebumps littering her arms. already back in action, fezco swiftly swoops a towel hanging up on the door and wraps her up in it, giving another quick kiss. he found a spare towel to wrap around his waist, exiting the bathroom. idly combing his fingers through his damp copper beard.

without a word he snatched her phone from the night stand, turning off the previously snoozed alarm that had still been ringing. holds it out towards her with a boyish grin. expecting something of a reaction out of her.

lexi bit her lip when she looked at the time on the screen, knowing she was already late while also knowing it was all gonna be worth it. judging by every existing limb in her body feeling like jell-o.

“how ‘bout this: I make us some coffee, roll us a joint while you call and tell those fuckers you’re sick today, huh? spend the day with your man, just relax…”

their bodies link together like magnets once again. brushing her wet hair from her clean, pretty face, he raises a brow.

“you know I can’t possibly say no to that,” she beamed. delighted by their lazy agenda.

fez forces himself to gather the willpower just holding back another moan. once he smells that vanilla shampoo he’d washed her hair with, felt her damp body through the loose towel brush against him, undeniably riling him up all over again…

while keen on fixing up for round two, he licks and bites on his lower lip with mischief while eyeing her up and down as if he hadn’t just seen her bare naked less than five minutes ago.

“uh huh. day’s just getting started, baby.”

from an anon request (: let me know what you think or any inspo for smutty/sweet/angsty stories. ao3 - valiidpunkman

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mishastits · 3 years

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fellas is it gay to reach out and tenderly caress your best friend to heal the damage you inflicted

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silverdelirium · 3 years

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SWEET TOOTH | J.P

SUMMARY ➠ ice cream man!james fucks you in his ice cream truck

WARNINGS ➠ fingering, dirty talk, semi-public sex, praise kink, humiliation (?), pet names, bit of a breeding kink, not proofread

WORD COUNT ➠ 2.0k

A/N ➠ the long awaited ice cream man james smut ;) oh and this is for @hellounicorn <33

———

you were in that stage between dreams and reality when you heard it.

the small tune that you memorized since you started living in this neighbourhood— he always passed by in summer; and god, were you craving something cold and tasty to munch on when it was a thousand degrees outside.

you hummed in content as you lifted yourself from your bed, stretching your lips and rummaging through your closet in an attempt to find a comfortable and decent attire to meet james; as weird as it sounded, you wanted to impress the ice cream man and it was safe to say that you had developed a small crush— james had always been so nice to you, going as far as giving you free popsicles in exchange for a brief conversation.

the tip of your nerves went on fire as you stepped outside; spotting him buckling his belt. he was wearing a tight fit white shirt that had you drooling and shuddering.

——

“there you go, kiddo” chuckled james after delivering a chocolate ice cream to the last kid of the big crowd that had formed earlier.

he sighed in disappointment when he realized that you still hadn’t come out yet— he had purposely parked the van a few feet from your house, just so you could maybe pop by and have a nice chat with him.

truth is that james missed you. he hadn’t seen you since last summer and it had already been a shitty weather day, he knew you would be the only one to lift his mood up with that bright smile of yours.

james went back to the driver’s seat and as he finished buckling himself up he heard a small scream of his name upfront.

holy fuck— thought james.

you were wearing a small cute sundress that accentuated your figure in the best way possible, and when he let his eyes travel down to your chest, he caught a glimpse of your peebled nipples. leading him to get into the conclusion that you might only be wearing panties underneath that dress. his cock ached at the thought.

he stepped on the pedal lightly and drove closer to you, until the truck was right in line with your home.

“hi there, sweetheart!” he greeted, unbuckling his seatbelt and going into the back— where he was met with your face through the open window.

“hello james” you giggled “long time, no see, huh?”

“damn right you are, honey— i was starting to wonder if you moved out, what took you so long?” he spoke in a querying tone.

the tip of your ears and nose grew hot as you remembered struggling to find something cute for him. “oh— uhm, i was just— looking for my shoes you know?” you awkwardly chuckled, staring down at the five dollar bill in your hand as if it was the most interesting thing in the planet.

he gave you a bit of an amused look before shaking his head “whatever you say, pretty girl” your tummy fluttered as the nickname dripped from his lips like sweet honey.

“what would you like today, hm?”

“oh just— something sweet and creamy, like an ice cream popsicle” you shrugged, not noticing the effect your words had on james.

“i know something of yours that is sweet and creamy” he murmured under his breath. “what was that?” “oh, no nothing” he gave you a tight lipped smile, his cheeks dusting pink.

“right well uhm, the ice cream”

“oh shoot yeah— what uh” he paused to clear his throat “what flavor where you thinking of, petal?” and his sweet flirty persona was back on, as if the thought of having a face full of your pussy wasn’t replaying on his head over and over again.

“i don’t know” you groaned, almost embarrassed at your sudden indecisiveness.

“you can come in you know? take a look at the flavors and see which one catches your attention more” he offered, sparing you a small smile.

“won’t you get in trouble for that?” you cocked your head to the side. “i don’t mind” he shrugged, the corners of his lips still quirked up as he opened up the back door for you; already holding both of his hands out to help you climb in.

what a gentleman, you thought.

“there we go, honey. take your time.” spoke james as he patted your waist twice, sending a buzz of excitement all throughout your body that almost made you shudder on the spot.

the variety of flavours seemed so appetizing you started wishing you would’ve brought your whole wallet to buy all of them at once, but a peach flavoured ice cream would do.

as you went to give james the money he only chuckled and said “you know i wouldn’t charge a pretty little thing like you, your presence is enough” before handing you the sweet and throwing you a wink as he rested his back on the frame of the window.

the way his muscles flexed as he crossed them over his chest had you questioning whether you should’ve asked for his cock instead of a fucking popsicle—

and god… that damn shirt had your core clenching around air as your mind wandered about him fucking you in every position possible, he just looked so elegantly inviting.

“you done staring, sweetheart?”

shit. you didn’t even realize.

“oh my god, i am so sorry, i should probably leave” you nervously laughed, heading towards the back doors, only to have a large hand around your abdomen stop you.

holy fuck. james potter’s body was pressed against yours and you almost let out a moan as his breath fanned over the side of your petrified face.

“you can’t just leave me all alone in here, sweetie” his hand traveled lower down your mid drift. by now, your stupid peach flavored popsicle was long gone somewhere on the floor, melting. almost as much as you were against james’ hefty chest.

you swallowed thickly, blinking a few times to collect yourself as you turned your head to the side, it was hot breath against hot breath now; if only one of you made the first move—

“oh fuck this” he growled, disconnecting his palm from your pelvis and instead linking it with your jaw to have more access against your lightly chapped lips.

the lip-lock was vulgar and enticing since the start, both of you feeling the luscious sparks that it sent to your sex.

“i’ve been way too fucking patient” you heard him mumble as he took your lower lip in between his teeth, coaxing a whine as you felt your core drip with arousal. “bet you think about me when that pretty cunt is begging for relief, huh?”

“yes jamie, i do. i fucking do” you heaved, impassionedly grinding your bum against his bulging crotch. “i’m gonna fuck you nice and long today, baby. until all you can do is beg for more”

his words went straight to your sopping cunt as he waddled you forward, his mouth still on yours, to the window.

his lips detached from yours. “there we go baby, stay nice and loud for me, yeah? want the whole fucking neighbourhood to know who’s stuffing you full.”

your fingers gripped the edge of the window tightly as james nipped at your neck, his left hand bunching up your dress while the right one’s simultaneously prodded at your swollen button. “you came all bare for me, honey? bet you wanted me to fuck you good once and for all” he groaned, not giving you a warning as he slipped two fingers at once, leaving you a gasping mess as your knuckles turned white from holding on to the frame of the aperture you were leaned on.

“james!” you cried out quietly, rocking your hips back onto his fingers as the ones from his free hand made a path to your throat, lightly squeezing the sides.

his digits made wonders to your contracting insides, juices already making a sticky mess on your thighs as he curled them upwards, caressing your g-spot in a mouth-watering manner; the pad of his thumb made way to your clit, soothing it in tight figure eights as your legs shook, pulling small wails after wails from you.

feeling the thrill of the enticing orgasm building up, you brought one of your hands back to tangle itself on the male’s dark curls, only to have him tut at you as he removed his drenched fingers.

“wha— no! please!” you shamelessly begged, not giving a shit about anything else besides the ache on your heat.

james did nothing besides giving you a wicked grin as he let go of your neck, now focusing on lowering down his trousers— which quickly had you shutting up as you stared in fascination.

he was definitely the biggest you have had so far. a nice length with a thickness that would make a barbarous stretch feel so fucking delirious.

“i’m not sure if i can fit in that tiny hole of yours, precious. maybe i should just leave you like this” he fake pouted, a hint of amusement lacing his features as your bottom lip trembled at the thought of not having him inside you in the next fifteen seconds or so. “no! it’ll fit! make it fit” you mewled, rubbing your pooling cunt against his grith.

“so impatient” he chuckled, stabilizing your hips with his hands before forcing himself into you in one single unforgiving push, making you let out a small scream as your eyes shut tight.

james gave you a few moments for you to get comfortable before you rocked your hips backwards into his as a sign of consent. his hand travelled upwards to grope at your breasts as he thrusted deeply.

“my god, you feel like absolute heaven” he grunted, and even though you couldn’t hear him, the strain in his voice gave away that he was probably with his head thrown back, abs clenching and biceps flexed as his chest heaved, a sight for sore eyes truly.

your mouth stayed agape as his tip kissed your g-spot. your vision clouded with small black stars that had you genuinely question whether they were really painted in your house or not.

james started with a brutal speed since the start, the smacking of your skin against his was filthy and loud, you could only hope mr. benson wouldn’t go for a walk today.

the van rocked and lightly squeaked with every thrust of james’ and you tried your best to contain every loud moan and cry that might alarm the whole block. james had other plans though. “say my name baby, don’t hold back, i want to have your pretty moans fucking memorized”

you complied, throwing your last fucks out of the window and chanting his name like a prayer as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, his strong arms moving to hold you up by the bending of your elbows, causing your spine to arch in a perfect C as james continuously grunted in your ear.

“you’re gonna be absolutely cockdrunk after i’m done with you, honey” he groaned, speeding up the push of his hips and biting down on your shoulder as he brought you both closer to the edge.

“james! i’m gonna cum so hard, don’t stop please, don’t fucking stop” you sobbed, moaning uncontrollably as the coil in your stomach unravelled without any form of forewarning.

“there we go, cream my cock so nicely baby” whispered james, still fucking your quivering pussy through the orgasm with an aggressive pace. “oh fuck, this tight cunt is gonna milk me dry, yeah?”

you could only answer him with a whimper as your legs almost gave out on you if it wasn’t for him holding you up, a few more sloppy thrusts and he was spraying your fluttering walls with his cum, whines escaping his lips.

a breathy moan passed through your mouth as he pulled out, his load slowly flowing out of your puffy folds.

“you look so hot when you’re stuffed full of my cum, sweetheart.” rasped james, peppering your cheeks with soft kisses.

———

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aiiwa · 3 years

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BOYFRIEND THOUGHTS — MATSUKAWA ISSEI.

mattsun is an absolute sweet talker. and he’d been as much from the moment the two of you met.

his large, 6’2 frame, came with early morning cuddles and a croaky, “good morning, beautiful. fuck you’re so pretty sleeping in my arms.” a stoic, disinterested expression would flip instantly once you entered the room, a goofy, loved up grin taking over his handsome features - “well don’t you look absolutely sweet enough to eat. you’ll let me have a taste won’t you, princess?” he’d call out with a low, appreciative whistle. on days you’re feeling down, he never hesitates to pull you into his lap, nuzzling your cheek with whispers of, “my sweet, precious baby. you’re everything to me. all mine to take care of, all mine to love.” and he’s there to celebrate your greatest accomplishments with you; “shit, look at my girl go! i’m so fucking proud of you, let’s celebrate you tonight. gonna give you a nice treat, yeah?” he never misses a chance to talk you up, to praise you, to make it known how much he adores you.

but little does everyone know that from the caress of his sweet talk, comes the absolute filth he spits at you behind closed doors.

every good morning leads to you drooling all over his cock, as he fucks the shape of him into your throat - “ah fuck, look at you slobbering all over me like a dog. my pretty bitch, this is what you want first thing in the morning isn’t it?” and he never lets you leave the house without getting a taste, grabbing you by your waist and easily lifting you up to sit on his face. “mmm that’s right, grind on my face like the desperate little slut you are,” his moans join yours as he laps away at your drooling cunt, tongue fucking you like a starved man eating his first meal. and on your down days, he’s quick to have your legs spread over his own; tearing apart the damp crotch of your panties, as the rough pads of his fingers start to rub methodic circles around your throbbing clit. “listen to the sounds of your greedy pussy sucking my fingers in,” he orders, as he stuffs two long digits inside of you with a lewd squelch, stretching you out in ways that has you arching and aching for more. and as your first orgasm rolls over your body in waves of pleasure that has you gushing all over, he’s chuckling lowly in your ear, getting you ready for your second orgasm.

his treats are your favourite, his favourite too. he loves turning his good girl, into the nasty little vixen she truly is. because when he has your smooth legs over his shoudkers, your pretty tits bouncing in front of his face, and you staring up at him all wide eyed and fucked stupid; that’s when you start to start talking nasty back at him. he slams into you with deep, hard strokes. bottoming out each time, a thick ring of cream sliding down his shaft glistening with your juices, and his balls slapping against your puckered hole. “i-issei...” the way you pant his name has his full attention, and his rhythm stutters at the flush of your cheeks, tears forming in the corner of your eyes. “fill me up, haaa~ wanna feel warm and stuffed full with your cum...please d-daddy-!”

and who was he to ever deny you, when you whined and begged him like that. with a harsh slap to your sensitive clit, he has you gasping and creaming all over his twitching cock as he fills you up with thick ropes of cum painting the walls of your pussy.

“that’s it, pretty baby.” he murmurs softly to you, grunting at the way your cunt spams around him, milking him for everything he has to offer. “my perfect cum whore, aren’t you? i love you, such a good girl for me.”

#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu smut #haikyuu fluff #matsukawa issei x reader #mattsun x reader #mattsun smut #mattsun fluff #haikyuu character x reader

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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Rush Hour

Pairing | Sebastian Stan x reader

Summary | whilst on the way to an interview, you and Sebastian are stuck in traffic. There seems to be only one way to pass the time that comes to mind.

Warnings | smut, fingering, teasing, slight voeyurism I guess (on the phone?)

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It was stressful, viewing how parades of cars, lined up in their designated sections filled the large road. It appeared as none of them were going to start moving for a while, and it made you bite your lip in frustration. Out of all days, it had to be this very one, when you had to assign your presence within a specific slot of time.

You and Sebastian had even left early, as insurance that you would arrive at your destination on time, but now, you had severe doubts that you would. And those doubts, within the past few minutes, had became incredible high. It looked as though there was no chance of escaping this frozen parade for the current and important time being.

Even the simplicity of looking out the window made you slightly mad, you had places to be, as you assumed many other people that were under the same predicament were too, but for the meanwhile, you weren’t going anywhere. The lines of vehicles were stuck in some kind of limbo, stricken by the same thundering of karma at once.

Your significant other was behind the wheel, tapping his long fingers upon the round gear, causing your attention to divert up to his talented digits. As you studied them and their smooth exterior, an idea rendered in your fuming mind, and so, to put it into action, you slyly placed one of your own hands to rest upon his upper thigh.

Sebastian, instead of waving off the affection, smiled at it, thinking that it was nothing more than a tender instinct to also calm him down. The bet was, his agent would have his ass for showing up late, well aware that they had been the one to arrange this press in order to promote the latest of your shared projects.

However, he had not expected in this bustling, and public surrounding moment that you would creep your grip up higher, and so he tensed as you did just that. But he chose to allow you to continue for now, his front deep digging solely into his lower lip to express some of the tension that he was under whilst stuck in the car.

It was impossible to predict how long the pair of you would be stuck in the moving box, and it seemed that you had configured a way in your mind to pass it. One that had lead to your fingers dancing over his trousers, and making him groan lightly in anticipation.

His cobalt eyes snapped towards you though as you removed your hand. To put it simply, you were teasing him, riling him up in the constricted amount of space. It relented you no escape from him, nor his uptake in revenge. And as you shrouded under his gaze against the inside of the passenger side door, you gulped.

Perhaps, you thought, you should have just kept your hands to yourself. And then, you would not have been stuck in this predicament of being cursed with his winter glare; it made you feel like melting ice cowering into the level below. For a second, you wished the controls of the radio volume had the ability to reverse time, so that you could correct your mistake.

The feeling of his hands abandoning the wheel, considering that the car was not going to be continuing moving on the road for a while, and drifting towards the bottom seam of your skirt had you inhaling as much air as your lungs would allow. It would not be the first instance of which he put his earnest skin upon yours in public, but with all around being still on one spot, a part of you worried sincerely of a noticed fan grabbing their phone with their clammy hands, and recording the interaction.

And if done, the interval, whilst stuck in one, would be painted sourly over the entire internet. There would be an assortment of clashing reviews; some lustful and imagining what it would be like to be trapped in the car with you two, and others shaming of your indecency. And to say the magazines and online articles would have a field day, well, that would be an understatement.

Seb drifted his feather light touch up higher, brushing just above the border that labelled the end of your outfit. Instead of say anything that compromised his mission, you settled back into your seat, sinking your head into the designed rest, and opened your legs a little, permitting him no resistance to do as he pleased; all because, you wanted the satisfaction and fulfilment of the adult acts too.

Your teeth sank into your bottom lip, squashing it beneath the carnivorous bone, as his hands danced elegantly around beneath the complimentary fabric. He toyed with you, by stroking his fingers over the thin material of your underwear, expertly putting pressure down upon your covered bud, confiscating a breathy whine out of your closed mouth. “You’re already wet.” A damn smirk coveted itself upon his healthy lips, your eyes flickering between the seductive sight, and that hidden beneath your clothes.

“Do something.” It wasn’t an order on your part; it was a sensual beg, in other terms, your sexual starvation put into words. The air from your lungs was practically ripped away as your partner delved his explorative fingers into the privacy of your garments, the pads of his delirium causing fingers heading straight towards your swollen and puffy clit.

With no hesitancy, you head rolled sideways to rest against the window, your breath frosting carelessly against the glass. Instead of caring about what was being viewed from the outside of the car, you focused on what could be seen from within the space of the front two seats. And so, you pushed up your skirt, giving the pair of you an explicit image of his hand roaming beneath the divider that kept your crotch from the barren air.

“Like this?” Sebastian taunted, sinking a finger into your sopping hole, causing your eyelashes to flutter at the sensation. A furrow worried his face however, even as he stayed still, not moving his digit, all due to the ringing of his phone. Using his free hand, he picked up the device, bringing it to his ear. “Hello?”

As he began to converse, he slowly paced his finger in and out of you, the thought of him finger fucking you whilst on the phone making you that much wetter. “No, me and y/n are going to be late, there’s traffic.” You assumed that he was speaking to his agent, and as you mewled, he left you empty, bringing his finger to his mouth to clean.

“I don’t know how long it’s going to be until the road clears.” Seb sighed, after removing his slick coated digit from his mouth, pouring a little spit onto it, and bringing it down to rest on you clit. Shuffling, you leant back as far as the seat belt allowed you to have both of your feet to be perched on the end of the passenger side, knees tucked up your body willing to take whatever he would so much as give to you.

“Seb.” At the sound of his voice falling so erotically from his lips, a crease formed between his eyebrows, and so, as punishment for interfering with the static of his phone, he pinched your clit, and to cease the audible response, you bit into the palm of your hand, leaving indents of your teeth begins.

“I can’t make it go any faster.” You were not sure whether he was speaking to you or his agent. But it didn’t matter, not as he began to roll your clit between his fingers, paying the button ample attention, that had your head going all fuzzy and thoughtless.

“As much as I wish I could clear up this whole parade of stuck cars, I can’t.” He deliberately shook his head, purposely looking away from where he was playing with you to keep focused on the phone call, despite still rubbing tight circles around your bud. “She’s fine, in fact, she’s fallen asleep. Y/n will be all rested and content if we get there.”

Rested was a word that you were opting against, but if you were going to be privileged with being made content, then who were you to argue with him? So you remained silent, biting onto anything that could silence you, to keep yourself satisfied and ensuring that he would keep some truth behind his words. “See what you can do, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

With little to no reluctance, he dropped his phone onto his lap, it meeting and causing some friction against his semi. But the awakening in his trousers was not his priority, instead it was the slick that was collecting so wholesomely on his fingers, acting as a natural lubrication to continue his round administrations.

“Sebby.” This time, instead of trying to silence you, the man marked you with a pleasant grin, only to apply more pressure behind his movements. It was a wicked deed, but you had no mind to it as it served no bother; instead, you were rather pleased that he was to be giving in on his pardoning.

“You going to cum for me darling?” His words were almost taunting, you could feel a flush of heat cascade up your neck and all around your body. And all from clitoral stimulation, this man certainly knew what he was doing. “Cum on my fingers baby, make them all nice and wet.”

Plunging your teeth once more into your bottom lip, you groaned, shutting your eyes and breathing steadily throughout your nostrils. And with that, you shattered underneath him, your shoulders twinging from the spasming aftershocks that riddled your body senseless.

“Would you look at that, the cars are slowly beginning move.” You needn’t have even needed to open your y/e/c eyes to know that there was an amused smirk contouring his features; that man sure could get cocky sometimes, and half of those happened to be in public.

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ohyouarenana · 3 years

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Innocent intentions

CHARACTERS: Peh-Yan

Genre: Smut

Word count: 1.5k

TAGS/WARNINGS: Peh-Yan x fem!reader, Fingering. Slight Degradation. Slight Overstimulation. Vaginal Penetration. Use of petnames. Unprotected sex. Creampie. Cumming inside. Cockwarming. Katoptroniophilia. Tell me if I missed some.

Note: This is something I did for my own entertainment. I’m not a good writer nor is English my first language so you might find some grammatical errors.

!!DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18!!

Your boyfriend took over the office while his bestfriend is on his honeymoon. You wanted to visit him and relieve some of his stress since he’s all alone in the office without his bestfriends support. Even though you know your boyfriend is more than capable of taking care of everything by himself pretty well, he just doesn’t do well without his long life friend not being there with him. Little did you know you will be there more than expected.

You have been knocking for a while but there was no answer. You decided to enter and the first thing you saw was Peh-yan sitting in Pah-chin's usual seat. His full attention on the computer in front of him with his glasses laying low on his nose. Peh was wearing the tailored black and blue suit that Mitsuya gave as a gift. It was for helping him get a good deal on his new apartment. The suit hugged his form perfectly, showing every muscle in your boyfriend's body. To say he looked hot was an understatement.

“Hi honey” , you greeted your boyfriend. Peh finally lifted his head from the screen in front of him to be met with the most beautiful smile he saw, well that smile was the reason he fell for you head over heels. “Hi baby, what are you doing here?” He was happy to see you but also surprised. “Well I was worried you might be stressed so I came over to see how my boyfriend was doing” you walked over to where peh was sitting. “That’s really nice of you. I am a bit stressed but it’s working out, but you know a hug might help” Peh was patting his lap signaling you to sit with a sly grin on his face. You obligated his order and sat down while he back hugged you, nuzzling his face in your neck.

You stayed like that for a while until “babe can I put it in?” Peh was still nuzzling in your neck inhaling your flower scented perfume. You on the other hand were shocked by the request “It’s just been too much and we didn’t have the time to do it lately”. It’s true, after Harukis wedding Peh got so busy that he didn’t have time. He always came home dead tired and went straight to bed. “How about cockwarming? You get to work and have some time with me?”

With that Pehs hands went straight under your skirt, took your baby blue panties off and tossed it on the computer in front of him. He started with two fingers going over your cunt sliding up and down before opening your folds. The cold air hitting your hole made you shiver. Your boyfriend slowly circulated your clitories a little before putting one finger in your hole and adding another digit. Since it’s been a while he had to prepare you, he leaned back a little to get access to his pants. Peh pulled his cock out and stroked it a few times until it got fully erect. Sliding the bright pink head a few times between your folds nudging your sensitive bud.

“Peh please stop teasing” you plead. You could hear your boyfriend chuckle a little before finally putting it in your wet slicked pussy. You could feel the two thick veins that are usually visible on his dick sliding in and pressing against your tight walls. He was sliding it in painfully slowly and every time he got deeper the wider your walls stretch and the wetter you get, small moans being perceived from your mouth. “Fuck babe how was I able to stay so long without being inside you?” Peh said with a grunt.

Surprisingly Peh-yan didn’t start thrusting until you were a crying filled up cum mess the moment he slipped in your pussy. Instead he was sticking to his work and after 20 minutes he sent his last mail and shut down the device in front of you. A huge sigh left his lips while wrapping his arms around you. “You did great baby” putting your hand on the back of his head to bring him in for a kiss. The kiss started off sweet and loving, then it led to Peh slipping his tongue in and massaging the inside of your mouth which resulted in a full make out session.

“Baby did you know this mirror here isn’t just a normal one?” Your boyfriend turned the leather chair to the wall behind you. There was a low shelf and on top was a horizontally long slim mirror. You could clearly see your boyfriend's cock inside of you. But that’s all the mirror could reflect, from your neck to the lower part of your bodies and your knees. Seeing how Peh-yans pulsating full length isn’t just yet fully inside you made you clench a little tighter around him. “Huh? you like seeing your tight cunt wrapped prettily around my cock?” Peh was whispering so close to your ear and his low deep voice didn’t help your state at all. “I wonder how tight you could get when you find out that this mirror has a built-in camera. We could watch the video later on, what do you think kitty?” You couldn’t manage to say a word. Your head is full of Pehs throbbing dick, you could feel it well since how tight your walls are clenching around him.

“Ah you could snap my dick off by how hard you are tightening sweetie. Are you perhaps imagining someone else seeing the video? Does the idea of other people seeing your dripping cunt wrapped around my fat cock turn you on?” Peh was kissing the sweet spots on your neck while his hand was massaging one breast and pinching the nipple of the other one. You were dangerously close to your orgasm if your boyfriend was just to thrust…. “I didn’t know my sweet angelic baby was such a slut that her cunt can be so drenched just by the idea of someone seeing her in this indecent form” with his last comment you throw your head back on his shoulder, orgasming so hard your whole body trembles. Your toes curl in while you grip the leather handles on each side of the chair so hard that your fingers turn white. You came down from your high with glistening eyes. You feel a few tears running down your heated cheeks. Your vision is a little hazy but you can see the hickeys Peh left on your neck.

“Who told you to cum? I didn’t give you permission to come and mess Pah-chins chair” you looked down to see Peh’s length dripping with your cum and down on the leather chair. “I’m sorry baby, I will make it up to you but can we head home first please.” You looked at your boyfriend’s face with pleading eyes. “You really are brave love” Peh smirked looking forward in the mirror. He held the inner side of your knees and spread your legs wide open, putting each leg on the chair handles. The stretch on your pussy made you leak more.

Peh shifted his position a little to get a better angel. The new position made his length slide inside you fully. “Please baby I’m still sensitive after cumming, can you please wait a bit” your begging didn’t help at all, on the contrary it made Peh harder. Holding the underside of your thighs Peh started thrusting in your throbbing pussy. With each thrust he was stroking your g spot, the head of his cock kissing your cervix.

Sliding one of his hands to your throbbing lower lips opening them wide open. “Look dollface, your cunt loves me so much that it’s not letting go, sucking me in more” you lift your head to see the view right in front of you. Pehs dick thrusting in and out at a fast pace while his index and middle fingers started playing with your swollen bud. It was too much for you to handle. you wanted to say something. But you couldn’t even think up any words in your mind, nonetheless make any sound come out of your mouth.

The overstimulation tormenting you makes your high closer but you couldn’t cum yet, not without Pehs permission. “B-baby…” you managed to moan out “I know babygirl, cum for me” with one deep thrust of Peh, you came all over his dick making your thighs quiver. Peh came after a few more sloppy thrusts painting your tight walls with his cum. Your boyfriend put his head on your shoulders close to your ears. “Look sweetheart” Peh pulled his cock out making his thick semen flow down your hole into the chair making more mess than you.

#tokyo revengers #tokyorev x reader #peh yan #peh yan smut #peh yan x reader #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers headcanons

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chiwhorei · 4 years

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pollock

paring: art major!k. tsukishima x fem!reader

genre: a dash of angst, hurt/comfort, smut, 18+ minors dni

wordcount: 3.2k

warnings: dom/sub dynamics, fingering, spitting, dacryphilia, praise, daddy kink, breeding kink, impregnating kink, soft and kinda hard dom!tsukki, sub!reader

a/n: ahhhhh!! this is my first longer fic to come out in a while and i am ~so~ excited to share this with everyone. i have been keening over the idea of art!major tsukki and i hope you all like him as much as i do! this is piece is brought to you by the hqhq monthly server collab, so please go check out everyone’s amazing writing, the masterlist can be found here!

hymn: validation by herrick & hooley, cherry hill by russ

“Your work is always technically very well executed, Tsukishima-san.” The round, bald-headed man shuffles through the photos on his desk, pieces of Tsukishima Kei’s senior project that he’s tried to fit together before his final exhibit only four months away.

“But,” the dreaded word has Tsukki restraining himself from a long eye roll, “It seems like you’re stuck. You still need one more piece for the show. What inspires you?”

You hear a resounding slam of the front door swinging open and meeting the frame again, followed by a shuffle of feet towards where you’re standing in the kitchen of your shared apartment. Tsukki’s mouth is set in a flat line, expression softening only slightly when he sees you leaning against the counter. You greet him with a warm, but cautious smile. It had been a horribly long day, grating on every thread of patience Tsukishima has. The bubbling of anxiety and frustration mixing into a sour look on his handsome face. You hate seeing your boyfriend so defeatus, much preferring the sardonic, confident air he usually holds. Both of your final years of college have been exceptionally taxing, Tsukki’s final art project being the most stressing of all. It seems like as days propel forward, closer to his due date, the less assured he is of his talents, his passions. It’s heartbreaking to see someone so brilliant struggle through a million half fleshed-out ideas and crumbled up leaves of paper.

You pull one of his hands to you, examining the stains of paint and ink across his long digits and kissing each finger softly. You wish you could get inside that big head of his and help in some way.

“Did you have a hard day at the studio, Kei?” You wrap your arms around his neck and search his eyes. He’s not always the best at talking to you, especially when he’s upset, so you don’t expect him to give you an answer. Instead, you rub his shoulders, trying to coax the tension out. He sighs deeply at the contact, hands moving to rest at the plush of your hips and gripping tightly when you work at a particularly sore spot.

“You’re too good to me, princess. Thank you” He leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, and you nuzzle into him. You don’t have the answers to his current road block, you don’t pretend to. But maybe, you think, you can offer him a more carnal outlet.

“Of course, Daddy.” The name hangs in the air for a moment, any response hitching in his throat. The title is familiar after years of being together, always being both comforting and electrifying. Since the title slipped out years ago for the first time, your boyfriend feels his cool demeanor snapping like a glow stick, leaving hot lust in its wake upon it rolling past your lips.

He pulls you closed to him by your ass, inhaling sharply at the contact on his jeans. All you have on is one of Tsukki’s loose, paint stained sweaters and a thin pair of cotton panties. You brush one of your bare thighs against his crotch, and he feels the stresses of his day falling out of frame. Your body is always a buoy to pull him back from the drowning of self doubt. A perfect slice of heaven he became addicted to from the moment he spotted you across the dusty stacks.

“What inspires you?”

The question rings in his head again, but with a new perspective. Tsukki hears pieces clicking together with your lustrous body pressed against him.

“Babygirl, I think I have an idea. But I’m going to need your help.” His hands move to cup your cheeks, scanning over your features and finding a devious glint behind your soft, e/c eyes. Tsukki trails a thumb over your bottom lip lightly, admiring how you lean into the contact. Always so eager to please him, your temperament goes straight to his cock every time.

“Anything for you, daddy.” You press your forehead against his, waiting patiently for his next move. There’s astounding beauty in the glossy, temperate look in your eyes that he wants to, has to, to freeze in time.

“I have a few things to set up. Come to the office when I call you,” Tsukki pushes a stray hair from your face with a fond smile before walking away, he stops for a moment to look at you over his shoulder, “Naked.”

Your mind races as to what exactly he wants to do with you tonight as you busy yourself with peeling off your clothing. There is very little that you and your boyfriend haven’t tried at least once, but the tone in his voice has left you reeling at the possibilities.

Your eyes catch your reflection in the hallway mirror, naked body completely exposed to your own scrutinizing stare. Had it been the stress causing the image in front of you to be so unsavory? Every plane of skin promoting a different insecurity. A blasted thing a hallway mirror becomes when you’ve never truly loved what stares back. You fuss with your hair in a feeble attempt to make yourself more presentable. The question of how Tsukishima sees you always rattling around in the back of your head, especially standing completely naked and waiting in your own insecurities.

“Princess, come here.” You are pulled from your deprecating thoughts at the sound of Tsukki’s warm voice. You walk into his office, and notice he’s changed into just a pair of grey joggers. The sight of the low hanging garment making you salivate so much you almost miss your surroundings. He’s struck some kind of inspiration, you can see it in his eyes as he adjusts his easel and props up a large, blank canvas. You fiddle with your fingers as he looks up at you.

“Jackson Pollock.” You meet your boyfriend’s eyes, confused by his seemingly random statement as he parses out different colored paints into small bowls. Red, blue, green, yellow. “He poured paint on a flat surface so that he could view every angle color could create, every curve.” Tsukki muses, dipping two fingers into the bright yellow hue sitting next to him, bringing them towards his face with contemplation. “But I think this sweet little body of yours will prove a much better canvas.”

His eyes provide no sign of bluffing, but you stare back at him dumbly. Sure, he’s used you as a muse before. Studying your hands or the way your hair falls in the sketches you see hanging up by his desk behind you. You love when he wants to use your body for inspiration, but is he really going to cover you in paint?

“We both know you don’t mind getting a little messy,” He trails his wet pointer finger across your collarbone, following a line towards your chin. He tilts your head up to meet his eyes, “Open your mouth.”

Your bottom lip parts from the top, eyes following the line of spit that drops from his mouth to your tongue with a resounding put.

You swallow thickly, the feeling of his control already bending your will to meet him at every pass.

“I want you to look nice and fucked out for me, baby. I want to show my stuffy professors where my inspiration comes from. I’m going to capture how sweet and submissive my little princess is and then everyone will get to see what I get to enjoy every night.” His unmarred hand moves towards your already disastrously wet pussy. You’re drooling at even the most slight contact, bucking into his hand in a plea for more. His words, complimentative but unmistakingly domineering, have your head becoming fuzzy.

“Daddy, please. Please touch me.” Your whines are music to his ears.

“Oh princess, I plan on it. But I need you to be good for me. You don’t want to mess up all my hard work do you?” His voice is steady, authoritative but still soft around the edges in a way that makes you feel gooey.

Tsukki leads you to the stool sitting in the middle of the room, and you perch on it with his hands keeping you steady. You are his muse and medium, his subject and his canvas to use in any way desired.

Smudges of color brandish every inch of your skin, each stroke is a reminder of where your lovers hands have been. Blue and pink splatter against your stomach, a vibrant red outline on each curve of your breast and purple fingerprints against your pert nipples. Your legs wear a trail of hand prints towards your glistening cunt, wanton cunt. Each marring of paint sits beside paths of hot, opened mouth kisses.

All that is keeping you balanced on the squeaky wooden stool is Tsukishima’s strong arms holding you captive in place. Your legs had been thrown over his shoulders after painting across your upper thighs in a sea of greys and greens. As soon as Tsukki’s eyes met with your bare cunt, his mouth was quick to follow.

He’s a mess of paint now too, muscular chest and arms covered in pigment and face covered in you. He’s always insatiable, drinking you in like it’s the only source of sustenance left in the world. He knows how to work you, how to propel you towards orgasm in a way no one else has ever been able to do. Worshiping your body with langued strokes of his tongue. You let out a pitchy moan in response to his mouth, pushing you towards an end you can feel in the back of your throat.

“I bet you want to cum don’t you, baby? I can feel it. Such an eager little thing.” Tsukishima ghosts his lips across your hot cunt, blowing at your clit to make you yelp. You’re so close, too close. Dangling above bliss but not tipping over, knowing you need permission. You’ve been so good for him, he has to give you your release.

“Please, daddy. Please let me cum.” Tears wet your cheeks as you beg, holding onto Tsukki’s blond locks like an anchor. All you need is his approval, but instead of persimmon you are met with a bawdy laugh.

You really should have known he wasn’t going to let you go that easy.

Tsukki stands up, wiping his mouth off with the back of his hand. You’re wrecked in every way. Hair loose and disheveled, body dipped in a thin layer of sweat and thick splotches of paint. The look on your face is equal parts pathetic and fervent.

“I need you to sit pretty for daddy, I want to capture how desperately beautiful you look right now.” His words make you preen, but it’s a compliment and a warning at the same time. He wants to capture the look of sweet pain of denied orgasm to display at an art exhibit of both peers and his seniors. Sadistic in Tsukishima’s own unique way.

You should have known better, Tsukki’s patience has always been astounding. You know all he wants to do is bury himself in you, but he wants even more to make you suffer under his stare. There’s plenty of times he unleashes his frustration out on you physically, ripening your ass cheeks in bright red handprints and ensuring you can’t walk in the morning. But it’s these moments that can be even harsher, when he regards you with steely eyes and a aloof threat, that make your nerves catch fire more than a spanking ever could.

He sits down to start sketching on the large canvas in front of him, pinning you to your position with a practiced glare and playing on your desire to please him.

You sit as still as you can, listening to the scratch of pencil on vinyl in an attempt to keep calm. Your cunt is still twitching, puffy and slick propped uncomfortably atop the wooden stool. Tsukki hums along to the rhythmic music coming from his phone speaker, a playlist you know to be the one that helps him concentrate on his work. His brow furrows in concentration, pushing his glasses back in place as he stares at you again. His eyes are calculating and coldly observant, but his mouth quirks up in a surprising smile.

“My perfect baby. So stunning in every way.” His thoughts start tumbling out without his usual sarcastic filter.

“I have never wanted something more in my life than you. All of you, all the time.” A genuine regard for you in the lilt of his voice clamps down on your chest. He’s called you pretty, told you he loved you a million times before, but there’s a calm resonance in his words as his hands move across the white caves in front of him that catches in your throat. With the pressure of graduation looming over the two of you these past few months, romantics have been pushed to the side to make room for laser focus on finishing your degrees.

Your eyes well at his confessional, struck by the vulnerability so unfamiliar to him. You missed this side of your boyfriend, unlocking it incrementally through the years and finding it virtually non-existent recently. He sees your shoulders trembling slightly and tears his eyes up to your form.

“I told you to stay still.” His voice comes out harsh, but melts away when he sees fat tears rolling down your puffy cheeks.

“Y/n, are you okay? Did I upset you?” He moves to console you, the action causing another round of sobs, your body on edge in every way after both the teasing and his impromptu affirmation. Your response surprises yourself just as much as Tsukki, not realising how starved of his affection you had become.

“I’m sorry daddy, I-I didn’t mean to interrupt you. I just- do you mean all that?” You lower your head in embarrassment, and Tsukishima’s heart breaks at the realization. Had he unintentionally disregarded you? Had he been ignoring you?

“Fuck baby, of course I mean it. I’m so sorry I made you doubt that.” He pulls you up into his strong hold, he lets you cry into his shoulder until your wracking sobs simmer to sniffles. He holds you tightly in an attempt at atonement. He has to do something to show you how he feels now that he knows his words have failed him. His actions have to speak in his place.

Tsukishima pulls you away slightly to meet his gaze before colliding his lips against yours. He traces his tongue in sonnets across your mouth, tasting the lingering essence of your arousal and the salt of your tears. He writes prose in the breathy gasps as you part for air, chests heaving. He has to show you what his words won’t always allow him to.

It’s bodies tangled together, covered in the colors of a man trying his best to show you how much he loves you. You had fallen to the floor at the behest of passion, Tsukki’s body covering yours, lips kissing any extension of your skin, uncaring of the paint covering both of your writhing frames.

You paw at his sweatpants as if they are the most offensive thing you’ve ever scene, Tsukki’s cock springs out to slap against the hard muscle of his abdomen. You don’t waste any time lining him up to your dripping folds, you’ve waited long enough. Hips crashing together like a fever dream, you’re wrapped in each other as if there’s nothing else in this world outside of a set of paints and four walls of a dimly lit apartment. The sun could be hurling towards the sidewalk just outside and Tsukishima, usually observant to a fault, would have no idea. All he knows is your body beneath him, clawing desperately at his back with every deep thrust, and the love poem he has written on your body. Reds across your breasts and brandishing your thighs. Greens and yellows across your neck, up your arms. Messy, sticky, covering the thin sheet Tsukki laid out to spare the hardwood.

Your panting, crying out for your daddy and consumed in the salty taste of love and lust crashing together like waves. His cock is heavy inside you, filling you up so completely. Tsukki rowes on, not daring to stop now, not with the resounding drumming of two hearts beat so perfectly together and the feeling of your clenching, velveteen walls hugging him like he’s coming home.

“I am so desperately in love with you. I want you like this, with me, forever.” He’s delirious, drunk on your body. Primal, as he stares down at you, colorful and completely conquered. He sees everything in your eyes, every baser desire, every hope for the future.

“I want to fill you up with my cum, princess. You are mine in every way. God, I want to see you swollen with my baby. Right here.” He presses against your belly, feeling his cock moving inside you from the splotches of pick and blue.

His confessional spurs you on, the emotions overwhelming. Feeling so loved, so needy, wanting everything the blonde above you is willing to give.

“Ah, Daddy! Please, please fill me up. I wa-want you to put a baby in me, I need it.” Your clenching tightly, each pump of Tsukishima’s cock better than the last.

“You are such a good girl baby, always saying exactly what I need to hear. Cum for me, princess, let me see how good I make you feel.”

His warrant is all you’ve needed this whole time, snapping to hours of tension with a sharp cry. You’re thrown into the pooling, honey-sweet feeling of release. Sinking every inch of your aching body into a blissed haze. Your walls spasm violently, tightening around him like a vice. He meets your hips with his own, knocking hip bones together like pool balls and holding himself in your heat as you milk his throbbing cock, stealing every drop of hot, while cum he has to offer.

He crumbles to the floor beside you, pulling you to his chest. Lying in a mess of paint and sweat and staggered breathing. Through the fog still resounding in your head, you hear Tsukki laughing lightly, “How’s that for inspiration?”

-Four Months Later-

You shift on your toes in anticipation, waiting for Tsukishima to release the hold he has around your eyes. You hear the bustle of people around you, the laughter and tinkling of glasses clinking together filling your ears. He kisses your temple before letting go, and you are met with a new reflection of yourself hung proudly on display. All of the places you see blemishes are drawn with vibrant purposeful color. Every curve of your form mapped out with the care only a lover could administer. Your naked form exhibited for hundreds of critiquing eyes, but there’s not a bone in your body that could feel embarrassed in this moment. As reflection so beautiful it’s unbelievable is staring back at you.

“Is this really how you see me, Kei?” You turn around to meet his eyes, his stare holds the love of epics. He would write you novels if he could, but this picture is worth a thousand words.

“Of course it is, baby,” He brings a hand to thumb at your slightly swelling belly.

“Of course it is.”

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kagedaddy · 3 years

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late valentine’s day - haikyuu!

warnings: explicit content

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next update will be a request one and after that will be the last valentines special, also someone had dropped another asked but it disappeared. so i couldn’t answer it.

bokuto koutaro

Breeding Kink

“Kou we can’t.”you moan out, his lips nipping harshly on the skin of your neck, “why not, bunny?”he groans, hands moving to your front playing with the drawstrings of your shorts. “Koutaro our nephews are in the next room.”you push his arm but he pulls your shorts off instead, leaving you bare for him, his fingers rub small circles on your clit, drawing a breathless moan from your lips. “But I’m been so hard for you all day, bunny.”he grinds his stiff cock into your ass, growling into your ear, “Taking care of our nephews today got me thinking how good you’ll look all swollen with my baby.”his fingers stroke your slit, gathering the slick on his fingers before sliding a thick finger in your now heated walls, “Koutaro.”you bite your lip to hold in your moan, “I’m gonna fuck you all night and fill you with my cum bunny until you’re nice and full, get you knocked up with my kid. Fuck!”his clothed cock grinding into your bare ass as his adds another finger, stretching your tight cunt.

“You like that? Stuffed full of my cum and make you a mommy, hmm?”he pulls away from your heated body before settling himself between your legs, his fingers take your chin forcing you to look at him, eyes blown out with lust and the sight has you mewling for his cock. “Fuck! Yes please Kou!”your head falls back on the pillows as he starts thumbing your clit again and pumping two fingers in your sopping cunt. You tug his frame completely on top of yours and press messy kisses, tongues meeting in a battle of dominance but you lose the battle when he starts curling his fingers and brushing against your g spot. “Right there bunny?”he chuckles darkly before withdrawing his fingers, tasting his slick covered fingers and you whine at the sight.

“Please fuck a baby in me Kou.”a loud growl erupts from his throat, he pushes down his sweats and the sweet sight of his girthy dick slaps against his lower stomach. Your mouth waters and you gingerly take his cock pumping him slowly, running your thumb over his oozing tip and a delicious hiss comes from Bokuto, sending shivers down your spine. He lines himself at your entrance, dipping down to kiss you as he eases himself, you moan into the kiss and your hands find purchase on his back. His thrusts were long and deep, every ridge and vein of his dick caressing your spongey walls, “You feel so good bunny, pussy so tight for me.”he kisses the corners of your mouth, moving down to your neck and leaving bruising kisses, you could only moan in answer.

“Shh, you’re gonna wake up the boys.”he warns you and your eyes widen remembering you had your nephews over, biting your lip to hold in your moans but his thrusts quickens. He folds your knees and presses them to your chest, putting you in a mating press, slamming himself against you and his tuff of pubic hair stimulating your clit, you feel your orgasm builds up as your pussy clenches tighter on his length. “Koutaro I’m close.”hands gripping his biceps and his name falling from your lips like a prayer, his palm comes up to cover your mouth muting your lewd sounds. He snaps his hips harshly, the tip of cock kissing the entrance of your cervix and the coil of your orgasm snaps, white hot pleasure engulfs your senses, pussy fluttering as you cum on his dick. Groaning at the tight squeeze his thrusts not letting up, chasing his own orgasm, his teeth clamps on your shoulder as his hips still and he’s spilling his load in your pulsing walls. He empties himself inside you, thrusting softly to push his cum up your cervix. He doesn’t pull out plugging you up so his cum doesn’t go to waste, he flips you both to your sides, cuddling you as his cock softens earning a moan from the both of you.

“I can’t wait to have our own littles running around.”

akaashi keiji

Daddy Kink

Today was one of those lazy days, Akaashi didn’t have any volleyball practice and you were free from your club activities. Akaashi and you were cuddled up on his bed as you both watched your favourite anime, “Ahh yes (favourite character)! Yes daddy!”you jump up and squeal, gushing over the male lead in the anime. You continue to squeal over your anime crush unknowingly ignoring your pouty boyfriend, “He’s so hot, marry me daddy.”you swoon again, angering the dark haired setter. “So I’m not your daddy anymore, (first name)? You want that guy instead?”Akaashi grumbles and leans over you, tilting your head up, blue-green eyes meet yours and a dark smile settles on his lips as your eyes widens.

“No! You’re my daddy, I only want you.”

“Really, princess? You were gushing over (favourite character), you said he’s your daddy.”his thumb traces your lower lip before dipping it in your mouth, you suck on his thumb and swirl your tongue around his digit, earning a sexy groan from Akaashi. “Then, why don’t you be a good girl and suck daddy’s dick.”he shifts to lower his sweats pulling out his half hard cock, gripping the back of your head, you nod before sitting in between his legs. Taking his manhood and giving him a few pumps before pressing kitty licks on his oozing tip, swallowing his salty precum. He bunches up your hair and forcing you up to look at him, “don’t tease daddy, princess.”he narrows his eyes at you and he slaps your face with his heavy cock before forcing your mouth open to take him in. Bobbing your head and hollowing your cheeks as you take more of his cock, the tip knocking the back of your throat, tongue tracing the prominent vein earning you a sexy growl from your boyfriend.

Roughly pulling you off him he pushes you on your back to lay all spread for him on the bed, ripping your sorry excuse of panties. He rubs his cock between your folds gathering your obvious arousal, “Is this pussy wet for me or (favourite character)?”he slaps his cock on your sensitive nub causing a pornographic moan to escape you, hand coming up to choke your precious neck. “All for you daddy!”you cry out as he slams the full length of his cock, you claw at his arm as he throws your leg over his shoulder. Making sure to fuck your sweet spot, he pulls out completely before roughly meeting your hips, cock buried in you to the hilt. You mewl, clenching the sheets around your fingers as you’re sent into euphoria, he leans down to press a soft kiss to your lips but his hips still meet yours without mercy, fucking you into his bed.

“(favourite character) could never fuck you like daddy does.”his eyes no longer a bright green-blue colour but a much darker shade, his grip on your throat tightens as his thrust became relentless. Fucking you dumb as you dribble spit from the immense pleasure, his other hand massaging figure eights on your puffy clit and you knew you would be overly sore tomorrow. He pushes your knees to your chest, reaching a new angle as he slams into your g spot better, your pussy pulses as your orgasm approaches you. “Daddy daddy daddy!”you’re chanting his name, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, he lands a loud smack to your clit and it has you clenching tightly around him. He does it once more and harder, tears spring to your eyes and your orgasm rips through you. Cumming all over him and the bed, your legs tremble from the pleasure and you’re screaming for Akaashi. It sends the male into his own orgasm, his hips sloppily thrusting as hot spurts of his cum paint your walls.

“That’s right princess, I’m your daddy!”

hello hello! how are yah? sorry on the slow updates the wifi’s been shitty, i can barely load up my tumblr but the last vbc valentines special will be posted in the next two days. hope yah enjoyed it, tomorrow’s gonna be a request update post. have a great one, jaa ne!

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sunflowerdarlingx · 3 years

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Hi I was wondering if I could request a Draco x reader where it’s her first time with Draco so she’s kinda nervous and he tries to calm her down? Like he’s more “experienced”. Only if you’re ok w writing it thanks :))

18+

“First time”

Hi <3

I hope this is what you wanted, soft Draco just melts my heart.

Female Reader

Warnings: fingering, oral (female receiving)

Minors DNI

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It was no secret that Draco Malfoy was a bit of a ladies man before he met Y/N. He would have a new girl every few weeks and would leave a trail of heartbreak behind him. However, he changed the second Y/N Y/L/N captured his heart.

The two were currently sitting in his prefect dorm, Y/N was on Draco’s lap, her hands wrapped around his neck whilst their lips moved together in perfect harmony. His hands sat comfortably under her arse, the two had never gone all the way before.

Y/N was a virgin, she’d never even touched herself. Draco had always been respectful, never trying to lead their time together a certain way in case it made her uncomfortable. They had touched over the clothes and usually Draco’s shirt would come off but that was about it.

Y/N tugged at the hem of Draco’s shirt and he broke their kiss to slide it off and over his head. He grinned cheekily at her as her eyes trailed down his chest to his torso. His hand reached up and stroked across her cheek, “c..can I take mine off?”.

Draco watched her carefully, “well that's up you gorgeous, you can take it off if you want but only if you're comfortable” he took her hand in his and placed a gentle kiss to her knuckles.

Y/N reached down and lifted her shirt over her head, a dark green lace bra covered her chest. Y/N had planned on going all the way with Draco tonight, they had spent the day in Hogsmeade and then had a picnic under the stars. She hadn’t said anything to Draco because she didn’t want to disappoint him if she got too nervous.

Her eyes looked everywhere but his, “beautiful” his hand rested on her cheek and guided her face to look at him “beautiful and all mine” he repeated. “Can I kiss you again?”.

“Yes” she leaned forward and kissed him, his hands moved to rest on her lower back, his hands felt cold against her back and she let out a little squeak.

“Everything okay?” he pulled away and looked at her with concerned eyes.

She giggled lightly “yeah you’re hands just feel a little cold” Draco chuckled too and pulled her closer.

She rested her head in his neck, peppering little kisses every so often just below his ear. “This is nice” his thumb and index finger ran up and down the bra strap

“I got it for you” she said shyly into his neck “‘s your favourite colour”. Her head popped up and looked at him.

“It is indeed babe, looks perfect on you” a red flush painted her chest and cheeks.

“I think I’m ready Draco” she laced both of their hands together.

“Ready for what love?” he gave her hands a little squeeze. He knew what she meant, sex, but he wanted to hear her say it. He needed to hear her say it before he did anything else.

“I want us to have sex, I want you to be my first” she said quite conifidently “w..well only if you want too” she turned even redder going shy again.

“As long as you're ready and happy, I would be honoured to be your first” he took her hands up and wrapped them around his neck, “you need to tell me if you want to stop okay, no matter what's happening, promise me you’ll tell me if you want to stop”.

“I promise” a smile tugged at her lips at his caring nature. Draco flipped them over and hovered above her, he kissed her gently. The kiss was full of passion and love and Y/N could feel herself getting butterflies.

Draco’s lips left hers and kissed down her neck, his lips were slow and soft against her chest before he kissed down her stomach. His hands ran down her side and stopped at the button of her jeans. “Can I take these off?” his eyes burned into hers, constantly checking for the slightest change in her mood.

“Yes please” she nodded her head and smiled shyly at him.

His hands tugged them down and caressed her thighs, “Look at you matching for me” he cooed admiring her body “so perfect”.

His lips met hers again, “touch me” she mumbled into the kiss “please”. Draco’s hand cupped her tits over her bra, before moving them lower, his hand started to rub her over her panties. He had barely touched her and she was already soaking.

She gasped at the contact and looked up at Draco, “feel okay baby?”, she nodded her head, a little moan leaving her mouth. Her hand moved up and clasped over her mouth, her blush returning back to her body. He tried to hide the cocky smirk that lit up his face but he couldn’t.

Usually Draco only focused on his pleasure but when it came to Y/N he only cared about making her feel good. “Can I take these off?” he ran his hand along where her underwear met her thigh.

“Mhmm yeah, that's fine” she cringed at her words.

He slid them down her legs, and kissed his way up her calves and thighs. He kissed her again briefly before returning his fingers to her pussy. He teased her entrance before slipping a digit in, Y/N looked down at where his hand was and then back up at Draco. It felt a little uncomfortable at first but soon pleasure took over.

“That feels good”, Draco smiled down at her, he loved how pure she was, how innocent.

“I’m glad baby, can I try something else?”

“What?” she questioned, looking at him curiously.

He moved down between her legs, “gonna use my mouth on you baby”, her eyes widened slightly down at him, “trust me love, if you don’t like the feeling then tell me to stop and I will.”. After getting a nod from his girlfriend, Draco ran his tongue up her slit and started to lick at her clit before his fingers moved back to her entrance. This time two of his fingers slipped past her velvety walls and curled slightly.

“Mhmm Draco, wow” she moaned and bucked her hips slightly. Draco’s fingers moved in a scissoring motion briefly while his tongue sucked at her clit. “D..draco tummy feels tingly” she moaned, he could feel her walls clenching around his fingers.

“‘S okay baby, just let go”, her hands tugged at his platinum locks, her thighs shook as she reached her first ever high. Draco watched, eyes peering up over lashes, Y/N’s mouth was open slightly, her chest was glistening slightly - she looked perfect.

He sat up beside her and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “How was that baby? Was it okay?” his hand stroked through her hair as she looked up at him

“It was amazing” she giggled, “no wonder all the girls wanted you”. Draco chuckled at her words and pecked her forehead, “can we keep going Draco?”.

He looked at her seriously and said, “do you want to?”.

“If that’s okay”, he leaned down to kiss her, Y/N suddenly felt bold and pushed down Draco’s joggers. Her hand palmed him over his boxers and made him groan into the kiss. “Did I do something wrong?” she pulled away, looking up at him worriedly.

“No, no baby it felt good”, her hand moved over his cock again and his head dropped into the crook of her neck. Draco had fantasised about this moment for months.

Her hands pushed down his boxers and his cock stood tall against his stomach. “Draco, will that fit inside me?”.

“Of course it will love, it might hurt a bit though to start, I promise I’ll go slow but if you want to stop we can.”

“I want to keep going please”, she was always so polite and it drove Draco crazy. Draco carefully spit on his hand and coated his cock before doing the same and running his fingers over her entrance.

His other hand interlaced with hers as he held it above her head. He guided his cock into her tight hole, inch by inch, she winced slightly at the intrusion, her hand tightening in his.

He stopped halfway in and checked that she was okay, her eyes were watering slightly but she nodded for him to keep going. Once his hip met hers, he stopped, kissing Y/N softly and whispering sweet promises in her ear. “You’re doing great baby, such a good job”.

“You can move, it feels okay now”, Draco made sure she was okay as his hips started to thrust slowly into her. Quiet moans left her mouth as her hand gripped onto his shoulder.

“You feel so good baby, you’re perfect” Draco placed kisses all over her face before placing a long loving kiss on her lips. “I love you Y/N”.

“I love you too” her eyes looked down to where their hips met before looking back up at Draco, her back arched as Draco’s hand toyed with her clit.

The feeling from before started to build up in her stomach, “Draco…”

“I know love, I know, just let go when you’re ready”. The way her walls tightened around him made Draco want to burst but he needed to make her cum first.

The waves of pleasure consumed Y/N’s body as she came around Draco. Loud moans dripped from her lips as she came along with Draco's name.

Once she had calmed down, Draco pulled out and came in his hand. “I’ll be right back” he kissed her quickly before going to the bathroom to clean himself up.

Once he came back he wrapped Y/N up in his duvet and snuggled beside her. “Was that okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?”. she cuddled into his chest and smiled up at him.

“It was perfect Draco, I couldn’t have asked for a better first time.”

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