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1800jjbarnes · 4 months

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◇ 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟑𝟏: 𝐃𝐢𝐥𝐟 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡 - 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 ◇

Lesson One, Be A Good Girl

【Synopsis】 : Your professors just want to help you learn and gain knowledge. Your first lesson happened to be very educational...

『W.C』 : 2.3k

-> Genre: College Au. Smut.

Pairing: Professor!Stucky x Student!Reader

[Warnings] : Age gape (reader is in her 20s while Bucky and Steve are in their late 30s). Swearing. Dry humping. Oral. Deep throating. Pet names. Semi-public sex. Fingering. Dirty talk. Slight power play. Heavy cum play, saliva and fluids cause I lost control. IM SORRY. Filming, mention of taking photos. Reader is curvy and beautiful. Unprotected sex. Piv. Steve and Bucky are huge!! Beefy men! Hehe. Some mxm and hints of prior seggy times with one another. Also, these two like to use terms that could consider the reader to be a “toy” of sorts. Which she is not and the boys do like her more than that I just got carried away like I normally do when I write things at 2 in the fucking morning. Oops.

Read part one first

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You gasped loudly, Bucky’s large hands slamming you onto the desk. Steve had lifted you up off your chair, ripping your panties down while pulling up your skirt. It all happened so fast. Legs spread, Bucky's hot clothed crotch humping against your aching core. Your hands gripped the edge of the table, vaguely hearing both men whisper and chuckle. You felt so exposed under their gaze even though you were mostly clothed. Steve’s deep chuckle caught your attention, making you shiver. “Look at that. She’s leaking down her thighs.” Steve squatted down beside you, snaking his hand along your plump flesh. Picking up some of your juices that had spilled down towards your ankle. You had practically come just from them throwing you around like a rag doll. Bucky’s hips snapped against you, letting you feel his growing erection. He let out a groan, feeling your slick seep onto him.

“Fuck I might just nut humping this desperate cunt.” Bucky gulped, his hands digging deep into the skin on your hips, creating crescent shapes from his nails. Your ears were ringing, as you felt so overwhelmed and they hadn't even touched you where you needed them yet.

“Stevie...Jamie..” You gasped, suddenly hearing a loud clank of a belt buckle. A hand gripped your chin, letting your wide eyes see Steve’s cock leaking pre-cum on his exposed tummy while he held the hem of his shirt up.

“Be a good baby and open up.” he let go of your chin, moving to pump his dick, tapping his red tip against your sealed lips. You opened up obeying every word both men gave. Flattening your tongue, you let Steve's large girth slide into your wet, warm mouth. “Fuck that’s it, baby. Take every. Fucking. Inch.”

Your jaw went slack, stinging slightly as you tried not to gag. Steve’s moans quickly filled the room, and he knew if they continued, they would only get louder. So he bit down on the fabric of his shirt he had been tightly gripped in his hand. You could feel him in your throat as he kept his thrusts slow and steady.

“Fuck look. She's getting excited just from sucking your cock Stevie.” Bucky had knelt down, coming face to face with your cunt. His mouth watered, studying the way you clenched around nothing every time Steve thrusted into you. “Okay Tiny, for your first official lesson, let's see how quickly you squirt on my face.”

You whimpered around Steve’s cock feeling Bucky’s tongue lap a long, slow strip of your cum, sucking on your lower lips before pulling away with a pop. His mouth was hot and abusive, his fingers slipping in next to his tongue. They were pumping at a pace that was making your lower tummy burn. Your jaw was slack, tempting to lock or close tightly around Steve. He seemed to notice picking up his pace in order to release deep down your throat. “Fuck Sugar I think I’m gonna bust down this pretty throat of yours. Is that okay? I want to empty myself in your mouth.”

You whimper around Steve’s cock from his filthy words. Your fingers squeezing his thighs, a silent way for you to say ‘yes, please, do as you please’. and so he obeyed, snapping his hips against you, spilling ropes of cum down your throat. You tried to swallow it all but it was like his seed was endless, and when he finally stopped and slid out of you, his fingers gazed over your chin seeing you trying your best to gulp down the rest of the white cream. “Awe, was it too much sugar?”

Your eyes were watering as you were now contemplating just spitting it out. But you were in a classroom, and you wanted to not make too much of a mess. Steve sensed your panic, kneeling down besides the desk you were still leaning against. He brought your face to his, clicking his tongue. “well come here, Sugar. Let me help.” His dark smirk made your head spin. “Sharing is caring.”

His lips latched onto yours, letting his tongue slip into your half-full mouth. His seed spilled into his mouth, letting himself taste the saltiness of his come. He swallows quickly, making you cry out against his hot, wet muscle. Meanwhile, Bucky hadn't stopped his assault on your aching pussy pumping to fingers deep inside you tipping you over the edge. Your climax was unlike anything you’ve felt before in your life. Your eyes were rolled back and your whole body tensed. You were on fire. “Fuck Fuck Fuck.”

“Hmm.” Bucky chuckles against your cunt. “You got a potty mouth baby.” you had the temptation to bite back at him suddenly, knowing all they had been doing for the past twenty minutes was swear and spill out filth. But the gushing liquid flowing down your legs distracted you, moaning instead, feeling your knees buckle.

“Look at that.” Steve had stepped back to stand behind you, taking in the view of your slumped against. Laying on top of the deck, your legs almost practically dangling limp and white cream mixing with clear liquid pouring down onto the floor below you. Bucky had stood up also, standing with his hands on his hips, looking smug of himself. “Maybe we should take a picture. Document the first time we got our girl off, huh?”

Steve and Bucky were mumbling to one another as if you were just lying on a school table fucked out of your mind in front of them. Suddenly you hear a click of a camera and your mind, as if a miracle, unfogs. Using your shaking arms you prop yourself on your elbows, wiggling your ass slightly while trying to look over your shoulder. “Fuck stay still princess.”

You tried to obey, noticing Bucky’s flash on his phone. You’ve never been in such a dirty position, let alone filmed. You wanted to come just at the sheer thought these two very beefy men were so obsessed with what you looked like they needed to take photos for safekeeping. It made you have a sense of powerlessness. Strangely. “Steve, Bucky. Someone please…touch me.”

You couldn’t explain where this newfound confidence came from, but your words made both males instantly by you. Bucky helped you up, leaning your chest against his while Steve stood behind you, giving feathering kisses along your neck and covered shoulder blade. “We are here tiny. You want us to touch you. Fuck you right here in this classroom.”

“Yes please,” you answered so sweetly, Bucky swore he could have melted then and there. Steve already had his slacks down, quickly following with his boxers. He grasps your hips, lifting your shirt up slightly so he can get a good view of your ass. His large hand almost covered your entire plump cheek, loving the way your body curves roll and fold beautifully. Like fresh bread dough, ready for Steve to squeeze.

“Fuck, you gonna have to take us raw.” Steve motioned, realizing he didn’t have condoms with him and He knew Bucky was definitely not carrying. “You okay with that Sugar?”

“Yes, please, sir.” The plea fell from your tongue before you could register what you had said. The pet name sent Steve’s cock twitching. His fingers dug more into your hips, threatening to draw blood from the sheer tightness of his grip. His tip slid along your folds, picking up some of your slick, Bucky’s eyes were glued to where his best friend was almost connected to you. It was a sight he never wanted to forget.

“Fuck Baby, what did I say about calling us sir or Mr…” Bucky’s voice was deep, deeper than normal. With a grumble hidden beneath. You whimper out a simple ‘sorry’ feeling a weird form of guilt, feeling bad for making your boys upset… your boys. That’s it. That’s what your mind thought of them as. But that’s if they’ll have you more than just today. Your eyes opened, looking straight at Yun. Your brow was scrunched as you reached for him. He stepped closer, his left hand gripping the back of your neck so you were at eye level with him. “If you keep calling us sir. I can’t promise what I might do to you.”

“S...Sir. Please.” You gasp, suddenly feeling Steve sink deep inside your cunt. Bucky growls, pulling his cock out of his slacks, pushing you down so you were bent on an angle, your ass flushed against Steve's pelvis and Bucky’s angry tip pressed firmly to your mouth. Pre-cum smeared on your tongue as you lapped along his shaft before he pushed inside your warm mouth.

"Fuck you feel amazing doll." Bucky threw his head back in a groan. His fingers laced in your messy hair, tightly guiding you along his cock. Steve, on the other hand, had his nails dug into your plump flesh, thrusting at a speed that left no room for oxygen. He didn't let you get used to his size, but the burn made your tummy rumble. He stretched you out perfectly, making your eyes roll back and saliva pool in your mouth, which Inevitably spilled out down Bucky's cock, coating his balls.

"Shit, Sugar. Why didn't we do this sooner? Your pussy is so fucking tight. And warm. Feels like heaven." Steve's rambles cause you to clench around him, making his hips stutter a bit. Bucky’s cock still deep down your throat you mumble around him, making the vibrations cause Bucky to still himself, fearing he might come then and there.

“Come one, baby, why don’t you come for Steve, hey? So we empty out loads in you.” You knew deep down Bucky’s desperate words were cause he was close, and given his thrusts were shallow and no longer timed. You were aware he didn’t have along. So you just moaned in response, wiggling your hips against Steve in a way to tell him to hurry up. Steve’s dark chuckle went straight to your core, making your high draw closer. You no longer felt the shyness from before but a newfound feeling brewing in your gut. One that made you well away that these two very large men were wrapped around your little finger. You let one hand go from Bucky’s thigh, bringing it down so you could rub your clit harshly, quickly finding a rhythm towards your release.

“Fuck I’m coming.” Steve crossed his hands, placing them on opposite hip dips, slamming his cock just right into your soaked cunt, emptying his seed deep inside you. This made you cum, clenching tightly around him, milking him of his cum. Bucky on the other hand, with his eyes watching intensely at how his cock disappeared then reappeared from your mouth, he grabbed your hair into a messy ponytail, stilling his thrusts to come inside your slacked mouth. You tried you best to swallow but like Steve, it was like his white creamy liquid was endless. So when he pulled out of you, he was quick to pull you up by your hair, smashing his lips against your own. His tongue slipped inside, taking his cum into his own mouth and swallowing. You have never known a man to taste himself let alone swallow his own load. God, it made you hornier than those female students fawning over these two super solider like men in front of you now.

“Come on, Punk. Come take a spin.” You could hear Steve’s deep voice chuckling behind you. You pulled away from Bucky seeing Steve swiftly move to stand beside the larger man. He grabbed Yun’s cock, tugging it a bit with a smirk plastered on his face. “You still have one more, why don’t you empty it into our sweet girl here.”

Steve’s lips grazed Bucky's sweaty neck, licking along the other male's jugular before giving it a little bite. These two have definitely played this game before with one another. But whether or not it has been with another person involved is a different story. But you shook off any negative thoughts when you reminded yourself about what Steve had called you. Our girl. God, these men will be the death of you. Bucky didn’t have time to say anything as you quickly stood up, grabbing his shoulders tightly, much to your poor imbalance. His hands, without hesitation, gripped your hips, holding you close against his broad chest. You leaned in and kissed him quickly, desperately, but there was a hint of something more. A stillness, caringness behind his kiss, something that was screaming, more, more, more.

Bucky’s left hand fell from your hip, snaking to grab a handful of your ass cheek, giving it a rough squeeze. His action made you moan lowly into his mouth, his sharp inhale through his nose.

His action made you moan lowly into his mouth, followed by a sharp inhale through his nose. Without breaking the kiss, he walked with you tightly in his grasp before the back of your legs hit the desk softly. You understood instantly what he wanted, removing your hands from his shoulders and then placing them down onto the oak table. You push yourself up with the little strength you have left, letting him shimmy between your spread thighs. he finally pulled away from your lips, so he could look down to where his cock was resting on your soaked tummy, “such a pretty baby. So ready for whatever we want. Are you are good girl darling? Going to be my good girl?”

“Yes, Jamie. I want to be your good girl. For both of you.” You felt tears welt against the crease of your eyelids. Your nails dig into the wood beneath you. He chuckled, feeling a sense of pride from just how easily you submit to him and Steve. How willing you are. He wonders what else they could get up to if they were in more of a private setting…

“That’s it, baby. Now, take a deep breath.” Bucky knew he was much bigger than Steve and even though he had prepped you and Steve as fucked you senseless only a moment prior. He was still going to be a lot to take in. Girth and length. So you obeyed perfectly, taking in a deep, slow breath as you felt him slip inside you, inch by inch. Your mouth opened in an ‘o’ shape, following with a silent scream and brows scrunched. He was definitely the biggest you’ve ever felt before. You tilted your head back, letting Bucky dive straight for your jugular, sucking a harsh purple mark on your neck, that would be very visible later. You were going to have to hide that tomorrow, but for now, you basked in the feeling of his teeth, tongue, or lips, as he thrusted at a slow but intense pace. Your body felt like it was on fire like you were a fuse box crackling electricity through water.

Everything was so sensitive.

And you needed more. Reaching up you grabbed Bucky's collar of his messy shirt, bringing his body close. His face nuzzled into your neck, snapping his hips at a pounding pace that quickly made you see stars. You were so close, just needed a little push, and then your eyes wander to a very desperate-looking Steve with his fully hard cock again once again, pumping it like his life depended on it. His eyes were focused on the way Bucky's hips jackhammered into you, following the same rhythm with his fist. And that sight alone helps you climax, clenching tightly around Bucky’s cock, milking the older man for everything he had.

“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.” He mumbled against your neck, biting down hard onto your shoulder as he emptied his seed deep inside your womb. Everything suddenly went still, quiet. Even Steve had stopped, coming all over his hand from the entertainment had was gifting before him. Bucky's breath was pooling against your shoulder, while your nose nuzzled into his neck feeling his rapid pulse. There was nothing awkward about what had happened. But comfortable. Like you three were always meant to do this. Like all these games of cat and mouse were supposed to end up with you in their arms.

“So uh, another round back at ours?” Steve’s question just caused you and Bucky both to laugh.

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ja3hwa · 5 months

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♡ 𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐁𝐞 𝐀 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐏𝐭.𝟐 ♡

【Synopsis】 : Your professors just want to help you learn and gain knowledge. Your first lesson happened to be very educational...

『Word count』 : 2.3k

-> Genre: College Au. Smut.

Pairing: Professor!Yunho/Mingi x Student!Reader

[Warnings] : Age gape (reader is in her 20s while Yunho and Mingi are in their late 30s). Swearing. Dry humping. Oral. Deep throating. Pet names. Semi-public sex. Fingering. Dirty talk. Slight power play. Heavy cum play, saliva and fluids cause I lost control. IM SORRY. Filming, mention of taking photos. Reader is curvy and beautiful. Unprotected sex. Piv. Yunho and Mingi are huge!! Beefy men! Hehe. Some mxm and hints of prior seggy times with one another. Whoops what can I say I’m a yungi supporter. Also these two like to use terms that could consider the reader to be a “toy” of sorts. Which she is not and the boys do like her more than that I just got carried away like I normally do when I write things at 2 in the fucking morning. Oops.

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You gasped loudly, Yunho’s large hands slamming you onto the desk. Mingi had lifted you up off your chair, ripping your panties down while pulling up your skirt. It all happened so fast. Legs spread, Yunho's hot clothed crotch humping against your aching core. Your hands gripped the edge of the table, vaguely hearing both men whisper and chuckle. You felt so exposed under their gaze even though you were mostly clothed. Mingi’s deep chuckle caught your attention, making you shiver. “Look at that. She’s leaking down her thighs.” Mingi squatted down beside you, snaking his hand along your plump flesh. Picking up some of your juices that had spilled down towards your ankle. You had practically come just from them throwing you around like a rag doll. Yunho’s hips snapped against you, letting you feel his growing erection. He let out a groan, feeling your slick seep onto him.

“Fuck I might just nut humping this desperate cunt.” Yunho gulped, his hands digging deep into the skin on your hips, creating crescent shapes from his nails. Your ears were ringing, as you felt so overwhelmed and they hadn't even touched you where you needed them yet.

“Min..Yuyu..” You gasped, suddenly hearing a loud clank of a belt buckle. A hand gripped your chin, letting your wide eyes see Mingi’s cock leaking pre-cum on his exposed tummy while he held the hem of his shirt up.

“Be a good baby and open up.” he let go of your chin, moving to pump his dick, tapping his red tip against your sealed lips. You opened up obeying every word both men gave. Flattening your tongue, you let Mingi's large girth slide into your wet, warm mouth. “Fuck that’s it, baby. Take every. Fucking. Inch.”

Your jaw went slack, stinging slightly as you tried not to gag. Mingi’s moans quickly filled the room, and he knew if they continued, they would only get louder. So he bit down on the fabric of his shirt he had been tightly gripped in his hand. You could feel him in your throat as he kept his thrusts slow and steady.

“Fuck look. She's getting excited just from sucking your cock Min.” Yunho had knelt down, coming face to face with your cunt. His mouth watered, studying the way you clenched around nothing every time Mingi thrusted into you. “Okay Tiny, for your first official lesson, let's see how quickly you squirt on my face.”

You whimpered around Mingi’s cock feeling Yunho’s tongue lap a long, slow strip of your cum, sucking on your lower lips before pulling away with a pop. His mouth was hot and abusive, his fingers slipping in next to his tongue. They were pumping at a pace that was making your lower tummy burn. Your jaw was slack, tempting to lock or close tightly around Mingi. He seemed to notice picking up his pace in order to release deep down your throat. “Fuck Sugar I think I’m gonna bust down this pretty throat of yours. Is that okay? I want to empty myself in your mouth.”

You whimper around Mingi’s cock from his filthy words. Your fingers squeezing his thighs, a silent way for you to say ‘yes, please, do as you please’. and so he obeyed, snapping his hips against you, spilling ropes of cum down your throat. You tried to swallow it all but it was like his seed was endless, and when he finally stopped and slid out of you, his fingers gazed over your chin seeing you trying your best to gulp down the rest of the white cream. “Awe, was it too much sugar?”

Your eyes were watering as you were now contemplating just spitting it out. But you were in a classroom, and you wanted to not make too much of a mess. Mingi sensed your panic, kneeling down besides the desk you were still leaning against. He brought your face to his, clicking his tongue. “well come here, Sugar. Let me help.” His dark smirk made your head spin. “Sharing is caring.”

His lips latched onto yours, letting his tongue slip into your half-full mouth. His seed spilled into his mouth, letting himself taste the saltiness of his come. He swallows quickly, making you cry out against his hot, wet muscle. Meanwhile, Yunho hadn't stopped his assault on your aching pussy pumping to fingers deep inside you tipping you over the edge. Your climax was unlike anything you’ve felt before in your life. Your eyes were rolled back and your whole body tensed. You were on fire. “Fuck Fuck Fuck.”

“Hmm.” Yunho chuckles against your cunt. “You got a potty mouth baby.” you had the temptation to bite back at him suddenly, knowing all they had been doing for the past twenty minutes was swear and spill out filth. But the gushing liquid flowing down your legs distracted you, moaning instead, feeling your knees buckle.

“Look at that.” Mingi had stepped back to stand behind you, taking in the view of your slumped against. Laying on top of the deck, your legs almost practically dangling limp and white cream mixing with clear liquid pouring down onto the floor below you. Yunho had stood up also, standing with his hands on his hips, looking smug of himself. “Maybe we should take a picture. Document the first time we got our girl off, huh?”

Mingi and Yunho were mumbling to one another as if you were just lying on a school table fucked out of your mind in front of them. Suddenly you hear a click of a camera and your mind, as if a miracle, unfogs. Using your shaking arms you prop yourself on your elbows, wiggling your ass slightly while trying to look over your shoulder. “Fuck stay still princess.”

You tried to obey, noticing Yunho’s flash on his phone. You’ve never been in such a dirty position, let alone filmed. You wanted to come just at the sheer thought these two very beefy men were so obsessed with what you looked like they needed to take photos for safekeeping. It made you have a sense of powerlessness. Strangely. “Mingi, Yunho. Someone please…touch me.”

You couldn’t explain where this newfound confidence came from, but your words made both males instantly by you. Yunho helped you up, leaning your chest against his while Mingi stood behind you, giving feathering kisses along your neck and covered shoulder blade. “We are here tiny. You want us to touch you. Fuck you right here in this classroom.”

“Yes please,” you answered so sweetly, Yunho swore he could have melted then and there. Mingi already had his slacks down, quickly following with his boxers. He grasps your hips, lifting your shirt up slightly so he can get a good view of your ass. His large hand almost covered your entire plump cheek, loving the way your body curves roll and fold beautifully. Like fresh bread dough, ready for Mingi to squeeze.

“Fuck, you gonna have to take us raw.” Mingi motioned, realizing he didn’t have condoms with him and He knew Yunho was definitely not carrying. “You okay with that Sugar?”

“Yes, please, sir.” The plea fell from your tongue before you could register what you had said. The pet name sent Mingi’s cock twitching. His fingers dug more into your hips, threatening to draw blood from the sheer tightness of his grip. His tip slid along your folds, picking up some of your slick, Yunho’s eyes were glued to where his best friend was almost connected to you. It was a sight he never wanted to forget.

“Fuck Baby, what did I say about calling us sir or Mr…” Yunho’s voice was deep, deeper than normal. With a grumble hidden beneath. You whimper out a simple ‘sorry’ feeling a weird form of guilt, feeling bad for making your boys upset… your boys. That’s it. That’s what your mind thought of them as. But that’s if they’ll have you more than just today. Your eyes opened, looking straight at Yun. Your brow was scrunched as you reached for him. He stepped closer, his left hand gripping the back of your neck so you were at eye level with him. “If you keep calling us sir. I can’t promise what I might do to you.”

“S...Sir. Please.” You gasp, suddenly feeling Mingi sink deep inside your cunt. Yunho growls, pulling his cock out of his slacks, pushing you down so you were bent on an angle, your ass flushed against Mingi's pelvis and Yunho’s angry tip pressed firmly to your mouth. Pre-cum smeared on your tongue as you lapped along his shaft before he pushed inside your warm mouth.

"Fuck you feel amazing doll." Yunho threw his head back in a groan. His fingers laced in your messy hair, tightly guiding you along his cock. Mingi, on the other hand, had his nails dug into your plump flesh, thrusting at a speed that left no room for oxygen. He didn't let you get used to his size, but the burn made your tummy rumble. He stretched you out perfectly, making your eyes roll back and saliva pool in your mouth, which Inevitably spilled out down Yunho's cock, coating his balls.

"Shit, Sugar. Why didn't we do this sooner? Your pussy is so fucking tight. And warm. Feels like heaven." Mingi's rambles cause you to clench around him, making his hips stutter a bit. Yunho’s cock still deep down your throat you mumble around him, making the vibrations cause Yunho to still himself, fearing he might come then and there.

“Come one, baby, why don’t you come for Mingi, hey? So we empty out loads in you.” You knew deep down Yunho’s desperate words were cause he was close, and given his thrusts were shallow and no longer timed. You were aware he didn’t have along. So you just moaned in response, wiggling your hips against Mingi in a way to tell him to hurry up. Mingi’s dark chuckle went straight to your core, making your high draw closer. You no longer felt the shyness from before but a newfound feeling brewing in your gut. One that made you well away that these two very large men were wrapped around your little finger. You let one hand go from Yunho’s thigh, bringing it down so you could rub your clit harshly, quickly finding a rhythm towards your release.

“Fuck I’m coming.” Mingi crossed his hands, placing them on opposite hip dips, slamming his cock just right into your soaked cunt, emptying his seed deep inside you. This made you cum, clenching tightly around him, milking him of his cum. Yunho on the other hand, with his eyes watching intensely at how his cock disappeared then reappeared from your mouth, he grabbed your hair into a messy ponytail, stilling his thrusts to come inside your slacked mouth. You tried you best to swallow but like Mingi, it was like his white creamy liquid was endless. So when he pulled out of you, he was quick to pull you up by your hair, smashing his lips against your own. His tongue slipped inside, taking his cum into his own mouth and swallowing. You have never known a man to taste himself let alone swallow his own load. God, it made you hornier than those female students fawning over these two super solider like men in front of you now.

“Come on, Yuyu. Come take a spin.” You could hear Mingi’s deep voice chuckling behind you. You pulled away from Yunho seeing Mingi swiftly move to stand beside the larger man. He grabbed Yun’s cock, tugging it a bit with a smirk plastered on his face. “You still have one more, why don’t you empty it into our sweet girl here.”

Mingi’s lips grazed Yunho's sweaty neck, licking along the other male's jugular before giving it a little bite. These two have definitely played this game before with one another. But whether or not it has been with another person involved is a different story. But you shook off any negative thoughts when you reminded yourself about what Mingi had called you. Our girl. God, these men will be the death of you. Yunho didn’t have time to say anything as you quickly stood up, grabbing his shoulders tightly, much to your poor imbalance. His hands, without hesitation, gripped your hips, holding you close against his broad chest. You leaned in and kissed him quickly, desperately, but there was a hint of something more. A stillness, caringness behind his kiss, something that was screaming, more, more, more.

Yunho’s left hand fell from your hip, snaking to grab a handful of your ass cheek, giving it a rough squeeze. His action made you moan lowly into his mouth, his sharp inhale through his nose.

“Yes, Yuyu. I want to be your good girl. For both of you.” You felt tears welt against the crease of your eyelids. Your nails dig into the wood beneath you. He chuckled, feeling a sense of pride from just how easily you submit to him and Mingi. How willing you are. He wonders what else they could get up to if they were in more of a private setting…

“That’s it, baby. Now, take a deep breath.” Yunho knew he was much bigger than Mingi and even though he had prepped you and Mingi as fucked you senseless only a moment prior. He was still going to be a lot to take in. Girth and length. So you obeyed perfectly, taking in a deep, slow breath as you felt him slip inside you, inch by inch. Your mouth opened in an ‘o’ shape, following with a silent scream and brows scrunched. He was definitely the biggest you’ve ever felt before. You tilted your head back, letting Yunho dive straight for your jugular, sucking a harsh purple mark on your neck, that would be very visible later. You were going to have to hide that tomorrow, but for now, you basked in the feeling of his teeth, tongue, or lips, as he thrusted at a slow but intense pace. Your body felt like it was on fire like you were a fuse box crackling electricity through water.

Everything was so sensitive.

And you needed more. Reaching up you grabbed Yunho's collar of his messy shirt, bringing his body close. His face nuzzled into your neck, snapping his hips at a pounding pace that quickly made you see stars. You were so close, just needed a little push, and then your eyes wander to a very desperate-looking Mingi with his fully hard cock again once again, pumping it like his life depended on it. His eyes were focused on the way Yunho's hips jackhammered into you, following the same rhythm with his fist. And that sight alone helps you climax, clenching tightly around Yunho’s cock, milking the older man for everything he had.

“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.” He mumbled against your neck, biting down hard onto your shoulder as he emptied his seed deep inside your womb. Everything suddenly went still, quiet. Even Mingi had stopped, coming all over his hand from the entertainment had was gifting before him. Yunho's breath was pooling against your shoulder, while your nose nuzzled into his neck feeling his rapid pulse. There was nothing awkward about what had happened. But comfortable. Like you three were always meant to do this. Like all these games of cat and mouse were supposed to end up with you in their arms.

“So uh, another round back at ours?” Mingi’s question just caused you and Yunho both to laugh.

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boyfriendstevie · 9 months

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good morning, indeed

steve joins you in the shower before work, and you have a feeling you'll be running a bit late | just a lil somethin for my first fic here! i hope y'all enjoy -- feel free to send me your soft n spicy steve thoughts hehe. & shoutout to @hungharrington everyone say thank u jay. | 1.1k afab!reader, shower sex, fingering, mentions of a blow job. 18+!!! mdni!!!!

Steve is a menace. He knows exactly what he’s doing when he gets in the shower after you’ve already started. And you know, too. Still, you lean back into him after the initial shock of his touch surprises you. Big hands spread across your waist, pressing into the softness of your hips and tummy. Your back presses into his front, the hair on his chest scratching against your skin lightly as he leans forward to hook his chin over your shoulder. He hums quietly, voice still raspy with sleep, lips ghosting over your cheek as he murmurs, “Hi, honey.” A soft kiss presses to your cheekbone.

“Stevie,” you reply softly, half in greeting, half in warning. You’re trying to get ready for work, and now that he’s joined you, there’s a good chance you’ll be late.

His lips move from your cheek to your jaw, and then just underneath your ear, nose nudging against your neck. He knows just what to do to turn you into putty under his touch, and sure enough, your eyes flutter closed, lips parting as you sigh in bliss. You can feel his smile against your skin before he bites down gently, sucking at your pulse point just hard enough to leave a bruise. You’re definitely going to be late if you let him continue, so you try again to get his attention, “Steve, I have to… oh— I have to g-get ready for work… Don’t have much time…”

“We can be quick,” he replies without missing a beat, one warm palm sliding up your wet torso to cup your breast, the other creeping in the opposite direction, pinky daring to brush out across your hip bone.

He’ll stop if you want him to, no questions asked. But you’d already been admiring him in bed this morning before you had to get up, and now that he’s touching you, you’re not sure you’ll make it through the day if he stops. You gasp as his thumb brushes over your nipple before pinching, another nip to your neck before he places a delicate kiss there. You tip your head back to glance at Steve the best you can, and you take in his wet, slicked back hair, the water beading in his eyelashes, and nod eagerly, “Okay. Quick, though…”

“Quick,” he agrees again, wasting no time in pushing further down to cup your cunt with his hand. Two fingers drag up your center, collecting some of your slick before pressing into your clit, rubbing in slow circles. Your breath hitches, and you know he’s smirking again; you can hear it as he asks, “Yeah? Right there?”

One of your hands grasps at his forearm that’s pressing against your hips and you nod quickly, “Please.”

He knows what you’re asking, and while he’s not going to make you wait long, he teases you a bit more, circling your clit a few more times before his fingers dip back down to your entrance. Then, just before you can ask again, two of his fingers ease into your cunt. Steve groans as his fingers push in knuckle-deep, voice low as he murmurs, “Fuck, honey, you’re so wet f’me.”

“Steve, I— ah!” Your words catch in your throat, a gasp forcing its way out as his fingers scissor apart to spread you open, the hand on your chest pinching your nipple again. Your fingers dig into his arm, clutching him so tightly that you’re sure you’re going to leave behind small crescent shapes embedded into his skin from your nails. If it bothers him, he doesn’t say anything as he fucks you with his fingers, a slow drag in and out of your cunt, scalding kisses pressing to the crook of your neck and down your shoulder.

The heel of his palm rubs against your clit every time his fingers push in deep in a way that drives you insane. And when his fingers curl, brushing against the spot inside you that makes you see stars, you can’t help the moan you let out. The sound echoes off the shower's tall walls, and if you weren’t so lost in Steve, you might feel embarrassed.

“Can feel you clenching around me, baby. Gonna come for me? Can’t have you late for work…” Steve is still sounding smug, but he’s a bit breathless. You can feel him against your bum as he holds you against him, hard cock pressing into you. He unabashedly grinds into you, letting out a low groan of his own.

It’s enough to send you over the edge, overwhelmed with his hands seemingly everywhere, the shower's warm water still falling against your face. The hand not clutching his arm flies out, reaching for something to grab onto, but you have to settle for the slippery shower wall. You don’t have enough wherewithal to warn Steve, but he knows you like the back of his hand, and tightens his arm around your waist to keep you upright as you come on his fingers with a series of expletives and a strangled moan of his name.

“There you go, honey,” Steve murmurs, soft kisses trailing to your cheek, fingers not stilling until you squirm away, overstimulated. His hold on you finally loosens and he places his hands on your hips, gently turning you around until your back is against the shower wall. He gives you a cheeky grin and asks, “Feelin’ good?”

You let out a breathless laugh and nod, even though he knows your answer. Your legs still feel a bit like jelly, so you reach up and hook one arm around his neck, the other hand pushing wet hair out of his eyes. And just before you lean up and give him the first proper kiss of the day, you reply, “Well, good morning, I guess.”

His kiss is eager, hands dropping to your ass and squeezing as he pulls you into him. He’s still so hard against your hip, and you’re already going to be late, so you figure there’s no harm in returning the favor, “Your turn, Stevie.”

“You, ah— you don’t have to, baby. D-don’t want you late for work,” he stutters as your hand wraps around his length, stroking him slowly.

“Already late, might as well make it worth it,” you grin, pecking his lips one last time before you sink to your knees in front of him.

Your lips press to his hipbone, and Steve already feels like a mess as your thumb swipes out over the tip of his cock. He sighs, fingers weaving into your hair, “Good morning, indeed.”

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twilghtkoo · 1 year

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summary. in which, your boyfriend offers to give you a brazilian wax when you’re too scared to do it yourself

pairings. jeonghan x reader (f)

genre. fluff, established relationship

warnings. brief mentions of insecurities, mentions of past sex between reader and jeonghan ofc, photography lol, also not proofread cus i’m lazy

notes. this is dedicated to @sleeping-sirens c: hehe enjoy this !! a haechan one is in the works !!

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“love, what’s wrong?” jeonghan asks you, watching you sigh at your phone for the thousandth time in the thirty minutes.

you hum in question, not being able to hear what he was saying as you were too focused reading a link you found, trailing your eyes off your screen to look at your boyfriend.

“i asked what was wrong and you’re frowning,” he points out, also wearing a frown since you were.

you shake your head, turning your phone off and placing it down beside you. “i’m reading how to wax your own vagina.” you admit, sighing once again.

“huh?” his lips part slightly and his eyes widened.

“i’m too scared to go to a waxer and have a stranger stare at my vagina. like i tried already, i drove my ass there but i couldn’t get out of my car cause i was too scared. so i’m just trying to see if i can do it myself–“

jeonghan pauses his show on the tv before turning his body to face you. his hands reach out to grasp your upper arm and rub it up and down soothingly.

“hey, hey, baby you’re talking fast. it’s okay.” he calms you down.

the corners of your lips curve upwards in a small smile. “sorry.” you apologize.

“you don’t need to apologize baby,” he assured you. “does it seem easy?”

you tilt your head at him, confused on what he’s asking.

“the waxing–what did you read?” he answers your thoughts.

you blink. “oh, uhm, yeah it seems easy. i’m just scared to inflict pain on myself and i don’t know if i’ll be able to see everything.”

he nods, understanding your point of view before he responds with something you were not expecting.

“let me wax you.” he says, seriousness written all over his face.

the crease between your brows softened. “what?”

“let me wax you.” he repeats himself.

in all your years of knowing jeonghan and then dating him for two, he has never judged you or acted weird about anything that concerned your body. instead, always meeting you at the same wavelength of excitement and curiosity.

jeonghan has seen every crevice and cracks on your body, regarding the intimate nights, taking showers together, or just changing in front of each other. you’ve explored it all. you hold a lot of trust for this man, which is why you didn’t have any difficulties saying yes.

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“how long are you gonna watch that video?” you whine out, slumped body resting against the couch as you watched your personal waxer for today stare at his phone with his eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration.

“baby, i’m watching this so i don’t hurt you.” he sternly tells you, eyes never leaving the screen until the video shortly ends.

you slump in your seat, muttering an “i know”.

he stands up from the couch, grabbing the folded towel and sprawling it out neatly on the floor beside you. “someone sounds eager for their boyfriend to wax their pussy.” he teases you, kneeling down next to the wax heater, stirring it in circles with the wooden stick.

you extend your foot out to lightly kick his arm. “shut up,” you huff.

he softly giggles, his cheek bones sitting prettily below his crescent shaped eyes. “i’m just teasing, baby.”

you’re lying on the towel hannie has laid out for you, one of his shirts swallows your body and the lose fabric rides down your thighs, exposing your underwear and legs.

he taps the bare skin just below your butt. you lift your hips up as he tugs at the lace and tossing them behind him.

“this is different– me taking off your underwear and i’m not about to eat you out.”

the palm of your hand meets your face. “you’re about to be fired on your first day.”

he leans down for his lips to meet with your knee. his hands rubbing your shin.

he lets out a breath, “you ready?”

you blankly stare at the ceiling, a sudden wave of anxiety hits you because you realize your boyfriend, who you very much love and see a future with, will be sitting in front of your vagina ripping strips of hair out. you want to know what he’s thinking.

you lift your head up, your chin touching your collarbone as you meet eyes with him. “what’re you thinking right now?” you ask, taking your bottom lip in to nervously nibble on.

“i’m thinking that im just doing something for my girlfriend because i want to help her.” he answers your anxious mind.

you softly smile at him before your head hits the floor, relaxing your body. “okay im ready.”

“i love you.”

“i know.”

he scoops up a bit of the wax, swirling the stick in a circular motion and brings it over to you, he pokes your thighs to open your legs for him and his hand is hovering over your center.

you quickly close your legs. “wait!“

his face is deadpan.

“you sure you know what you’re doing–“

he with the stick still in his hand he forced your legs open. “if you ask me again one more time, you’re not getting waxed you’ll be getting fucked.” he exclaims while laughing, but you know he’s serious.

you groan, “okay, go.” your hands instinctively grabbing at the shirt that covers your upper half, clenching the cotton fabric tightly.

he mumbles quietly that he’s going to start, kissing your knee once more before you feel him spreading the wax on your sensitive skin. it was warm, an unusual but not an unfamiliar feeling yet it still had your face twist.

“ok it has to sit for about thirty seconds before i can pull it, how you doing?” again, jeonghan being attentive towards you and making sure you’re comfortable and observing how you’re feeling.

you nod, “good, actually.”

he grins happily at your response.

“ok i’m gonna pull now, sorry in advance baby.” he apologizes with a pout, already knowing the pain that can occur from waxing especially on the private areas.

you shake your head, anticipating the pain to come. “just go.” you urge.

he flicks up the end of the wax, holding it between his thumb and index finger. you bite your lip, clenching your shirt in your hands preparing yourself for the rip.

jeonghan takes a deep breath before he rips the wax off like a bandaid.

“ow! fuck!” you curse out, your eyes shut tight.

he presses his hand down on the skin, muttering apologies over and over until you open your eyes.

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"you did good, hannie!" you compliment him.

he puts the hand mirror down and helps you to slide on your underwear, his hands stop right in the middle of your thighs.

you turn your head to stare at him. "what're you doing?"

you angle your legs so you're able to look at him and you find him gawking at your bare pussy.

"can i take a picture?" he asks.

you lift your head up. "what? for what?" you knew this wasn't just going to be a waxing session with your boyfriend. he's been practically drooling staring at your pussy. you wouldn’t be surprised if the man had a boner right now.

"i should take pictures of my progress no?" his lips quirked.

you drop your head with pursed lips, waving him away with your hand. "hurry up." he grins taking off your underwear again.

he reaches for his phone before hurrying over back to you. he mumbles to himself, not being able to catch what he said. with his phone still in his hand he grabs your shins and pushes your legs towards your chest, from his view your lips are slightly pushed together and puffed out. this position is extremely lewd and embarrassing with him being the only one fully clothed. you're very open to trying out jeonghan's sexual fantasies. taking inappropriate photos is not something new between the both of you and with a rule that they only stay between you two.

"hold your legs in the air for me baby," he instructs.

you do as he says, your feet in the air and your freshly waxed pussy exposed.

he takes a couple shots before tossing his phone on the couch. "fuck you're so sexy." crawling over you to connect his lips with yours and before you're able to cup the back of his neck and pull him in for more, he pulls away giving you a hand to sit up.

"if i kiss you longer i will cum in my pants and i read that you can't have sex for 24 hours after a brazilian wax." he tells you, his lips curved downward in a pout.

you roll your eyes, quickly sliding your panties back on. "what a loss." you sigh dramatically.

he narrows his eyes at you. "no, i don't care for that you meanie." he defends himself, flicking your forehead but not too harsh.

"kidding."

he cups the side of your face, his nose grazing yours as he peers into your eyes. "tomorrow night, you're mine though. i need a review and rating on how i did.”

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earth2rin · 3 months

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2 SEATER ᡣ𐭩

atsumu miya x fem!reader college au

words: 1.2k

summary. just sweet sweet love making with your saccharine boyfriend in his 2 seater beamer. this is very self indulgent, i love sappy and sweet sexᡣ𐭩 this is also my first smut don’t roast me hehe

cw: smut, mdni 18+, car sex, established relationship, nicknames (i.e. baby, pretty), praise, dirty talk, creampie, markings, making out, atsumu’s unadulterated love for you,

squeak squeak squeak

the sound of atsumu’s ball joints creaking in the back of the parking lot of a movie theater can be heard if you got within 50 meters. any closer and you could hear the mewling and groaning going on inside of the bmw.

“tsumu, oh fuck, tsumu” you whine, gripping atsumu’s shoulders, leaving behind crescent shaped marks.

the windows are foggy and you feel like you’re on fire from how hot it is in his car.

the six foot man currently has you on hip lap, bouncing on his cock leaving you a babbling mess, chanting his name like a mantra. he’s reclined his seat, hands on your hips and biting his lip, eyeing you as you move up and down. the look of pure lust and love he’s giving you makes you squirm and clench around him even harder.

“that feel good, baby? yeah? my cock making you feel s’ good? hm?” he groans when your walls flutter around him, making him grip your hips harder which you were sure were going to leave a mark in the morning.

the lewd squelching sound of your juices mingling fills the car, along with pants and moans. his angled cock was bullying your insides, sticky tip hitting just right at that sensitive spot that had you seeing stars and leaving a hot white feeling growing in the pit of your stomach. you were left speechless, mind blank, only able to spew out a few words that consisted of only his name and a few curse words.

he looked angelic underneath you, kiss bitten lips, bangs stuck to his forehead from sweat, the tips of his ears were red, washboard abs littered with angry red scratches. he was a walking god, and you were just like a little nymph following him around, praising him and being utterly hopelessly devoted to him.

and you made him melt. left him with no words with the way you call out his name, begging him to kiss and hold you while he fucks up into your womb, leaving you aching and longing for more. the way your jaw was unhinged, spewing out his name because he was all that you could think about, your brain consumed by him and only him made him feel utterly euphoric knowing that he’s got you this fucked out.

he was a god, but you were his goddess. your lip tugged between your teeth, the hickeys and bite marks left around your neck and shoulder, perfect tits and perky nipples, and your voice, god your voice, calling out his name like a siren singing in his ear that made his whole body feel tingly from the tips of his finger all the way to his toes.

you hastily nod and murmur, “baby kiss me, kiss me, kiss me please tsumu.” you pant. he smashes your lips together, giant hand reaching for the back of your head to force you even closer. it’s hot and so, so needy, you feel your legs beginning to wear out from his kiss alone. teeth and tongue clashing, his saliva making its way down your lip and he nips at it. he snakes his other hand to the small of your back, pushing you against him so you’re chest to chest. the way your nipples rub against him every time you bounce has you shivering, leaving you soaking and wanting so much more.

the coil in your stomach begins to unravel and you’re moaning so loud. thighs quivering and your voice wobbles as you speak. “tsumu please, i can’t.” and he gives in so easily because the next thing you know he’s planting his feet on the floor and pistoning up into your fluttering hole.

you yelp and fall into his shoulder, biting at the intersection to keep you from sounding like such a needy bitch. this doesn’t go unnoticed by atsumu, who does not appreciate you silencing yourself. he reaches his hand down to tweak at your nipples and your mouth falls open into an o. “fuck, you look so pretty. love it when you call out my name. c’mon pretty, wanna hear all of it.” and you whine and whimper, writhing on top of him from the way his cock is bullying your poor abused pussy.

“tsumu, ‘m close! ‘m so close, please.” you sound so desperate and broken on his cock, he could listen to you all night like a broken record. he adjusts himself so he’s reaching even deeper inside of your velveteen walls, hitting all the spots he knew would be a one way ticket to an earth shattering orgasm. “oh fuck! right there, right there tsumu. gonna cum gonna cum!” you mewl, tears welling in your eyes as the bliss is too great for your body.

“shit baby, squeezin me so tight. only i can make you feel good like this yeah? tell me who’s pussy this is. hm? who’s is it?” his pace is brutal and you’re teetering on the edge, he tweaks your nipple again and you babble.

“‘s yours! all yours! only yours! fuckkkk, love you! love you so much tsumu! love you so fucking much! please.” and you moan so loud when you finally cum, juices gushing and making his abs and thighs glisten from your release. you’re limp on his body, he makes you feel like putty.

“shit, gonna fucking cum baby. ‘s all for you my love. gonna take it all right? gonna be a good girl and let me fill you up, yeah?” he grabs your jaw tightly and kisses you so desperately. you whine as he continues his thrust and tightly grip his shoulders. he lets out a husky ‘fuck’, a few more thrust and the hot spurts of his seed spew into you, filling you up and making a creamy base at his cock. you feel so full and warm, and you let out a small whimper as your tongues fight against each other. he shudders from the intensity of his release and the only thing that keeps him grounded is the warmth from your body on top of his. you continue making out as you both come down from your highs, his softening cock still inside of you. the lack of oxygen makes you lightheaded so you pull away first, resting your chin on his chest to look up at him.

his head is tilted back, leaning on the head rest as his eyes are closed and trying to catch his breath. you both stay like this for awhile, basking in the after glow of making love with the man who makes you feel like the luckiest girl in the entire world. you look up at him with nothing but pure adoration and love in your eyes, one of his arms around your waist holding your bare body against his. it’s such a tender moment that only leaves you with even more love for the man that you call yours.

he finally looks down and catches your eyes, reaching the hand that was behind his head to brush the hair out of your face and play with it. and he feels like jelly when you shoot him a small loving smile, gently placing a small kiss where your chin was resting, making the corners of his mouth twitch up as he mirrors the same smile. he reaches out to cup your cheek and your smile intensifies, turning your head to place a sweet kiss at the palm of his hand.

“i love you so much tsumu.” you murmur, never shying away from his intense gaze.

gently, he uses his thumb and forefinger to lift your chin, leaning in to give you a teeth rottingly sweet kiss.

“i love you more, pretty.”

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d6volution · 5 months

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hiii! could i request jax with a bimbo!reader please??

thank youuu<3

hehe , of course <3

im sorry I can't help but make jax a little scummy

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Oh, it had to he his lucky day.

Cute and dumb? What a combo, and fortunately for him.. perfect to take advantage.

"Gross, Jax.." Zooble murmured, catching the bunny staring at your ass. How could he not? Your body was as shapely as they came here.

Jax waved off the comment, his eyes still on your rear end. "Hey, uh.. dollface, come here a sec."

"Hm? Me?" Your eyelashes fluttered, and you spun around. Oh , it was the cute bunny!

"That's right," Jax smirked, and you came prancing over. Chest bouncing with each step, and of course, he stared the entire time, good thing you didn't seem to notice. Or maybe you were just too dumb to notice how he's been drinking up your figure since you first arrived?

You looked at him curiously, and your mouth opened to say something but Jax beat you to it.

"Ya know, I heard good ol' Caine keeps a closet full of pretty clothes n' stuff.. I could take ya there. Someone like you could make more use of it than denture head over there." He lied through his teeth, and you believed him.

Your eyes lit up, finally something worth while here!

"Really?? Show me show me! Please!" You took his gloved hands in yours, and his eyes had shifted into delighted crescents. God, you were too easy.

"Hmm.. what do I get in return, pretty girl?" If his bedroom eyes couldn't give you any hints then—

"Anything! Or— How about those cute little carrots from my plate at dinner time! Bunnys like those right..? Or was it rabbits.." You hummed in thought.

"They're the same—" He facepalmed and gripped your wrist, tugging you along. "Let's stick with the 'anything' offer," He sounded a bit irritated, but you just smiled and happily stumbled after him.

He was leading you back to his room and you didn't notice until he was unlocking his door. "Caine's closet is .. in your room?" You asked, genuinely curious.

"No, but.. didn't ya say you'd do anything?" He opened the door and motioned inside. "I've.. gotta lot of pent-up stress ya know.. bein in this place.. think ya can help me out, babe? Then you can get all the sparkly clothes ya want.." He murmured in that sultry voice of his, the distance closing between you and as he walked closer you stumbled back into his room.

"Oh, why didn't you say so!" You smiled, and he closed the door behind him. "How about a massage?"

"Oh , sure sure.. " His smile never faltered as went to sit at the edge of the bed, "C'mere doll. Ah— on your knees right here."

You blinked but did as told. You had a tunnel vision thinking about the clothes you'd get to dress up in soon!

"I need a massage, alright," He said as you plopped down in front of him. Looking at him with those big clueless eyes, it made his dick jump. "Think ya can handle this?"

Plop!

His dick landed on your face. It was warm and heavy. You swallowed nervously, "O.. Of course.." Your hand gripped the base of his shaft and aligned it with your lips. You kissed the tip before slowly running your tongue along the sides.

"Nhh.. there ya go.. don't be shy.. put it in your mouth.." He guided your head with a hand holding the back of your head. You did as told and allowed a few inches to slip past your lips.

"Ya know.. you look cuter like this.." He said before adding his other hand to the back of your head. You gave him a curious look, and he chuckled before forcing a few more inches into your mouth. You gagged and whimpered against his dick, your eyes were watering, and you were afraid your makeup was gonna run. The thought terrified you more than choking on his dick did.

You tapped on his thighs but the he was too lost in lust, already shoving the reminder of his cock down your throat. He moaned and grunted as he quite literally used your throat as a flesh light. "Nngh, al..almost there .. just... ngh.."

You whined and held onto his pant leg as he held your head in place and forced you to drink his bitter cum. He sighed in relief and pulled back. His shaft slipping out your mouth with a lewd pop.

"Good job, babe. Didn't spill a drop.. Hmn.. how about we go get those clothes another time , I think I can go for another round.. whaddya say?"

#the amazing digital circus #ask #jax tadc #jax x reader

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melodygatesauthor · 1 year

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Dark Demeanor

Jake Lockley X f!Reader

@pimosworld thank you for the prompt bb!

“The way your eyes get darker when you get aroused, is making me lose my mind. kinda cute.”

Oooof fun fact, this is my FAVORITE pic of Jake. I'm going to change the prompt JUST a little to fit the idea I have for this fic...hope that's ok hehe :)

Tags/Warnings: NSFW, fighting, rough sex, p in v creampie, choking, hitting, MINOR blood play (just mentioning the taste of blood nothing insane)

Word Count: 580

“Caught you again, puta.” The masked man said, holding a crescent shaped blade to your throat.

“Ha!” You shouted, kicking upward and hitting his nose with the ball of your foot and knocking the weapon from his hand.

His armor disappeared and he stumbled back, holding his nose. Blood was trickling down his face. You hopped up, taking this opportunity to grab the upper-hand and knock him down onto his back. He was scowling from his place on the floor of the hidden warehouse he’d found you in. You knelt down, grabbing him by the collar and staring right into his harsh gaze.

You smirked, “the way your eyes get darker when you get aroused is…kinda cute.”

“Funny that you think someone like you would-”

You brushed your hand over the obvious erection behind his tailored slacks and stopped him in his sentence, rendering him speechless. Amusement played in your eyes at the sight. It wasn’t the first time you’d noticed Jake Lockley getting a little too excited when fighting you. After all, he was strong, and he should be able to take you down no problem, but that incessant nagging in his pants kept him from thinking clearly.

In moments, you were stripped down, he had his pants around his thighs, and you were riding his cock, slamming down over it in rhythmic thrusts. The empty warehouse was filled with the sounds of your skin slapping against his and both of your moaning cries while you chased your orgasm.

“Fuck you’re so tight. Wasn’t expecting you to be so…urgh.” He couldn’t finish his words.

His gloved hands were squeezing your hips like a vice grip. You leaned forward, kissing him harshly. The taste of the blood from his broken nose mixed on your tongues. The amount of times you’d come so close to sleeping with him to finally feel his cock sliding within your walls was a sensation like no other.

“I didn’t expect you to be so big.” You groaned.

You kissed his stubbled cheek, then moved our lips over his jawbone and down to the skin of his neck. He smelled nice, like tobacco and leather. You felt his hands grasp at your rear, squeezing your cheeks so hard you thought he might leave a bruise. He guided your movements and started fucking upward into you. He winced when you nipped on his neck.

“Ay!” He snapped.

You brought your lips to his ear, “thought you were a tough guy, can’t handle a little teasing?”

Jake had enough of your mouth and twisted his hips to flip you onto your back. The concrete was cold, but you didn’t care. His gloved hand was secured around your neck now while he continued fucking you. He trailed his other hand to your hip and held on for leverage, thrusting vigorously.

“That all you…got?” You moaned as he started moving even faster.

“You talk so fucking much, puta.” His hand squeezed harder.

Within a few more seconds, you were gushing over his cock in waves, shouting his name like a prayer into the empty building. His powerful thrusts slowed to a mild churning as he emptied his spend into you, coating your walls. When you both finally came back to your senses, he stood up and walked toward the door.

“You’re not gonna take me in?” You asked as he recalled the suit over his body.

He shook his head, “the chase is much more fun, see you again soon.”

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hongyangi · 8 months

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see for yourself | jcb.

warnings: one shot explicit content! smut, minors dni, mirror sex, lower case intended, depictions of dom!jacob, foreplay, marking, and i love jacob's arm and leg hair sorry about that, dacryphilia if you blink for a sec— rushed work that's why it's short hehe net: @deoboyznet

his muffled groans behind you bring sensations down your spine making your body shiver. your bare back against his chest felt hot and you're almost going crazy as you feel his own goosebumps and the way his heart beats. jacob ghosted his lips over your shoulders, your nape, and behind your ear. his hands gripped on your arms as he wrapped his own around your frame. his arm hair felt ticklish against your soft hands.

you stared in front of you. the reflection of the two of you being seated on the floor looked like a painting. the nakedness of your reflection made you blush and feel hot and his hands travelled down your sensitive bud. not wasting any second, he strokes it in circular motions. you whimpered, pursing your lips and shutting your eyes closed. "s-stop..." head turning away from the mirror as your legs curled up and covered your wetness. your toes are still curling from all the sensations and this is just a foreplay.

a smirk formed on his lips. "no," jacob's hands that were gripping your shivering frame rested above your knees, spreading your legs open again. the beat of your heart sound like it's almost ripping out of your ribs. your brain feels mushy and you can't make up proper thoughts right now.

"you look beautiful like this." jacob whispered in his low voice, giving you those goosebumps again. your body voluntarily submitting to him. your eyes remained closed but you can feel his smirk on the crook of your neck.

jacob's fingers grazed on your delicate skin, his palms softly caressing down from your knees to your inner thighs until his one hand reaches your wetness, the other one groping your right chest. "see for yourself." his voice sound so menacing but tempting. everything about that voice gives you all the affection and desire for his smile, his touches, his satisfaction.

your eyes slowly open at his last sentence. few tears clouded your vision but soon enough, you caught the sight of his face resting on your shoulder. his hair disheveled and wet from sweat, lashes fluttering over his dark orbs. he looked so pretty with his dark brown hair down sticking on his forehead due to sweat. jacob's gazes are full of desire as he stares at your teary eyes through the mirror. "see? you're beautiful." he says again and nibbled on the skin of your shoulder. it sure will leave a mark later.

you don't know how and why but there's something about jacob that makes you feel the want to be taken care of. you're certain and convinced enough that he's someone so different from you and it makes you two incompatible. but once he'd talked to you, you're completely smitten. completely out of your wits when it gets filled with thoughts of him. his words and actions broke all barriers you've safely built. and you don't even know how you got in this situation. not that you're complaining anyway.

it's all making you embarrassed to think of, your body moving voluntarily to hide your bareness. but as if he's reading your mind, jacob grounds your position by placing his legs over yours, keeping them wide open. it's too embarrassing and provocative. but it's turning you on that you can't manage to stop him anymore.

"jacob...?" you almost choked out, voice getting stuck in your throat.

"what is it, babe?" he provokes as his middle finger slides up and down over your folds, teasing your cunt deliciously slow the same time he pinches your nipple.

you huffed a breath and moaned, your vision spinning, head thrown back on his shoulder. the pleasure makes you grip on his muscular thighs, digging your nails a bit. some crescent shapes already visible on his hairy skin. "please.. please.." you begged.

"you have to tell me what you want, babe." jacob teases and presses his thumb on your clit. his breath getting deeper and shorter as he clenches his jaw.

"i want you."

jacob felt fulfilled when he hears your words. you managed to say it without stuttering, making his smirk wider. he removes his legs that were grounding yours open and grabs your inner thighs. you looked at him, turning your head behind you instead of looking at him through the mirror. jacob immediately ravished your lips. one hand yanking your hair. moans and wet kisses are the only sounds that you can hear now aside from how loud your heart is. your tongues danced together and as his face pulled away, he lifts both of your legs up again and sinks you down on him. his hardness prodding on your folds from behind. you whimpered, your sounds driving him crazy.

"i want you too."

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shiftingparadise · 1 year

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Hello, may i please request a Captain Levi x Wife!Reader who's actually a noble - she's outspoken, intelligent and sly and somewhat flirtatious, loyal, kind-hearted and caring.

Their marriage has been a love match, cause it started in a liasion meeting which cause the reader to be pregnant with their child; and so they were wed.

You can do what you want to do for this plot hehe ^^

Thank you

Aaaa I loved this request. I'm not sure if you wanted some ✨ smut ✨ or not, so I made a tiny part that's only suggestive. I hope you're okay with this. Otherwise, you can skip the part after the first '---'.

Thank you for your request, I really hope you like it 🤍✨

Warnings: as I mentioned above, a small part is suggestive, but you can easily skip this (it's after the first '---').

Word count: 2333

‘Careful’, a steady hand grabbed your arm. ‘H-huh?’, a stunned expression on your face. ‘You’ll ruin your dress’, a dark-haired man nodded towards a puddle.

Handsome. You’ve never seen anyone more handsome than the stranger who just prevented you from ruining your new dress.

‘Thank you’, you straightened your back, a hand on your purse, ‘It seems you saved me the trouble of buying a new dress. Drinks are on me’.

‘Not necessary’, the man coldly replied, an annoyed expression on his face. ‘Oh, I insist’, you politely bowed your head, ‘If your wife doesn’t mind, of course’.

He wasn’t wearing a ring. You already noticed. A man his age was supposed to wear a ring if he was taken.

‘Tsk’, he clicked his tongue, ‘I said no’.

‘H-hey! Wait’, you grabbed his arm, preventing him from walking away.

He wasn’t getting away from you this easily.

‘What?’, his brows drew together at your unexpected touch, ‘I don’t have time for this’.

Finally, someone who didn’t beg for your attention. A challenge you loved and hated at the same time.

‘I’m sorry sir’, you put on your most innocent expression, ‘But could you walk me home? You see, I have the feeling someone’s following me and-‘.

‘Aren’t you here with someone? A woman like you shouldn’t be out this late by herself’.

Right, a woman shouldn’t, but you weren’t an ordinary woman. Any man, or woman for that matter, knew what the consequences were if anyone was ever caught hurting you. You couldn’t help but feel some kind of relief that the handsome stranger didn’t know who you were.

‘I’m sorry’, you lowered your head to the ground, hands fiddling with each other, ‘I hope it isn’t too much trouble-‘.

‘Fine’, a cold and short reply, but he held out his arm, nonetheless. Like a gentleman should.

You gently wrapped your arm around his, walking as close as possible to him. His scent greeted your nose like a warm fire on a cold winter day. Everything about him was perfect. His manners, his stoic appearance, his tired eyes… And well, the fact that he didn’t seem interested in you made him all the more interesting.

‘Oh’, you smiled, ‘I didn’t know we’d walk past here… What do you say, just one drink? It’s my favorite bar-‘

‘Bar? You go to bars?’, he paused, holding you back from pulling him inside.

Right. A girl in an expensive dress like you wasn’t supposed to go to bars or feel safe in them anyway.

‘Fine, you got me’, you smirked, ‘I don’t need your protection, but I do need to thank you, so… Just one drink’, you giggled as you pulled him inside.

He wasn’t used to this. You could see it in the way his eyes darted toward your hand as you pulled him inside.

‘Hm, nice and cozy’, you smiled contently as you sat down, slowly removing your gloves. ‘You tricked me?’, a confused and arrogant look in his crescent-shaped eyes. ‘If you agreed to have a few drinks with me, I shouldn’t have’.

‘Tsk’, he finally sat down, ‘I don’t drink’. ‘Well, you do tonight’, you smirked as you raised your hand, ‘I’ll have two scotches, Marta’. ‘On its way, miss’, the girl behind the bar smiled back.

'Scotch?’, the man once again frowned. ‘What? Never seen a woman drink whiskey?’. ‘You just didn’t seem the type to-‘.

You smirked as he stopped his sentence. He finally figured it out. You could see it in his confused look. He knew you weren’t like the other girls. The girls who’d only drank champagne and wine, if they drank at all.

‘So’, you took a sip, enjoying the familiar, dry burn in your throat, ‘I never caught your name’.

‘And I never caught yours’, he leaned back, his arm resting on the back of the chair.

Finally, a challenge.

‘Y/N L/N’, you placed your elbows on the table, chin resting on your hands.

‘Levi Ackerman’, he nonchalantly took a sip from his glass.

‘So, Mr. Ackerman, are you in a hurry?’.

‘No’, a painfully short answer.

You were right. He certainly wasn’t used to this.

‘Good, let’s order-‘, you paused as you could hear Marta’s sweet voice from across the room.

‘P-please sir, i-it was an accident. I-I swear’, she sobbed, her eyes fixed on the ground. ‘I don’t care. You ruined my clothes’, the man - whom she obviously spilled a drink on - grabbed her arm, pulling her towards him. ‘I guess you can’t pay for this, right?’.

‘N-no’, she hastily shook her head. ‘So, how are you going to make it up to me? I bet a girl behind a bar like this has at least some experience’, a sadistic smirk on the man’s face.

You couldn’t see past your rage. You couldn’t see that Levi was already standing up. You couldn’t hear him calling your name. You were fuming.

‘Take your dirty hands off her’, you placed your hand on the man’s wrist, ‘If I see you in here, or even hear you’ve been in here again, I’ll make sure your execution takes place on the very day you finally find your balls and dare to come in here again’.

Unlike Levi, the man did recognize you.

‘My clothes-‘, the man tried to regain his dignity, but you quickly cut him off. ‘I’m sorry. I didn’t make myself clear. You’re going to leave, now’.

‘Of course, Miss L/N’, the man reluctantly lowered his head before grabbing his jacket and leaving as quickly as possible.

‘Are you okay?’, you hastily pulled Marta’s sleeves up, eyes searching for bruises on her soft skin.

‘T-thank you Miss-‘, ‘Y/N, it’s Y/N. How many times do I have to remind you?’, you kindly smiled as you wiped the tears from her cheeks.

You didn’t have friends. Your status wouldn’t allow it. Everyone who was ever close to you was only in it for the perks. Being a member of one of the mightiest and most influential families sounded nicer than it was.

‘Come here’, you pulled her in for a hug, ‘Now chin up, and back to work. Show those men around here how strong you are. Show them they can’t take advantage of you’, you whispered before pulling away. ‘Thank you, Miss, I mean Y/N’, her eyes twinkling with courage now.

‘Asshole’, you sighed as you wanted to walk to your table.

Gone? Did he leave?

‘This one’s on me’, two hands placed another round of scotch on the table. Levi was impressed with you, even intrigued. Someone of your status normally wouldn’t care if something like this happened. They usually lived with their heads in the clouds, painfully unaware of how cruel life truly was to those who weren’t as privileged.

---

How did he get here? He never did this. He wasn’t the kind of man to sleep with someone whom he just met, yet here he was. His naked body was welcoming yours, his hands intertwined with yours, his lips eager for the salty taste on your skin…

‘You’re beautiful’, he unwillingly frowned, ‘I’m sorry if my hands are rough’.

He could slap himself. Why did he say such a thing? At this moment?

‘You never do this, do you?’, you kindly smiled, ‘It’s fine if you don’t want to-‘.

‘N-no, I want to’, he hastily responded, ‘I-I really do’.

‘So strange’, you tightened your grip around his hands, ‘I didn’t expect you to be so sweet and caring’.

God, he felt so insecure, so unsure of what to do. He didn’t want to be sweet, he wanted to take you until you couldn’t walk anymore, to hear you scream out his name, but he couldn’t do that. Your eyes seemed so fragile, so soft and so broken.

‘I just want to make sure you enjoy this’, he gently bit your shoulder, ‘Because I’m going to’.

---

‘Levi?’, Hange nonchalantly knocked on his door, ‘Someone’s here to see you. A girl from the city. What was your name again? Oh right, Y/N’, a guilty smile on her face.

Y/N? What were you doing here? At headquarters? He hadn’t seen you in months. After that night, you parted ways and that was it.

‘Come in’, he laid down his pen, ‘Not you, Hange’, he coldly looked at his friend.

‘Fine’, she raised her hands, ‘I’ll try my best to keep the cadets away from this door, but I can’t promise anything. They almost jumped on her when she asked them where your office was’.

‘Right’, he sighed as he pinched the space between his eyebrows, ‘She asked the cadets, that’s great’. ‘Sorry’, you nervously smiled.

‘Doesn’t matter. Sit down, please’, he nodded towards the chair. ‘You’re still here, Hange’, Levi nodded toward the door.

‘Ugh, fine!’, a discontent sigh as she left the room.

‘What are you doing here?’.

‘I’m fine, thank you. How are you?’, you smirked in response.

‘I’m sorry’, his cold eyes piercing through yours, ‘I just didn’t expect to see you again’. ‘Me neither’, your smile slowly disappeared.

Something was wrong. He could see it in the way you carried yourself. You seemed tired, nervous even.

‘Look’, you sighed, voice shaking, ‘I don’t expect you to care about what I’m going to tell you, nor do I expect you to do anything, but I thought you should know’.

‘What?’, his heart racing.

‘I’m pregnant’, a glossy shimmer in your eyes, ‘And I know what you’re going to say, but yes, it’s yours. You were the first person I slept with in a year. I just thought you should know’, you stood back up again.

Where were you going? Were you just going to leave like this? You told him he was going to be a father, and you expected him to pretend this conversation never took place?

‘Are you going to keep it?’.

It came out cold and uninterested, but he cared. He really did.

‘Yes’, you looked over your shoulder, ‘But as I said, I don’t expect you to help out or anything. I won’t tell anyone you’re the father’.

‘But aren’t people going to shun you out if they find out someone of your status is pregnant without being married?’. ‘So?’, you shrugged your shoulders, ‘I don’t care about any of that. Besides, if my father finds out, he’ll probably make me marry someone before I give birth. I’m sure my status won’t be harmed’.

‘So, you expect me to stay put and watch how a stranger raises our child?’, he pushed his chair back.

‘What? Are you going to marry me?’, you turned around, tears streaming down your cheek.

‘Yes’.

‘What?’, your shoulders dropped, your eyes wide open.

‘I’ll marry you. Even if it’s just for show, even if you don’t want anything to do with me. I want to be there for-‘.

Wait. He was going to be a father. It suddenly flooded over him like a cold shower. He was going to be a father. How? He never had one. He never grew up in a warm mansion like you did.

‘It’s fine’, you shook your head, ‘As I said, I won’t tell anyone’.

‘N-no, that’s not what I-‘,

Why was the room spinning? Why did he feel a pressure on his chest?

‘L-levi?’, you hastily grabbed his arm, ‘A-are you fine? You don’t have to worry about it really I-‘.

He didn’t care that he only met you once. That he only spent one night exploring your body, your thoughts, your past. He didn’t mind it at all because he knew what he felt. Even if it seemed impossible. He cared for you. He didn’t hesitate, not this time.

You froze as two hands cupped your cheeks, his lips crashing against yours. ‘I’ll marry you’, his eyes locked with yours as he pulled away, ‘And not just to save your status. I’ll marry you because ever since we slept together, I wake up every morning only to find out that I ache for your touch, for your voice, for your honey-like scent. I don’t care if this sounds strange since we only met once, but I this is how I feel. You made me addicted to your taste and honestly, I don’t care. I know you don’t feel the same, but give me a chance to show you what kind of man I am and –‘.

‘I feel the same’, you softly replied before letting your head rest on his shoulder, ‘I really do’.

---

‘No’, Levi sternly replied. ‘Yes’, you looked at your husband. ‘I said no’, he crossed his arms as to strengthen his answer.

‘Here’, you happily smiled at Connie, ‘You can hold her’.

‘No’, Levi hastily held his arm in front of you.

‘I-I promise I’ll be careful, Captain. I’ve got siblings so…’, Connie saluted your husband, ‘I promise I’ll dedicate my heart to this cause and make sure I won’t drop her’.

‘Jezus Connie’, you laughed, ‘You don’t need to take it this so serious’.

Levi couldn’t help it. He couldn’t hide his smile when he looked at his cadet.

‘Fine’, he quickly shifted back to his cold expression, ‘Sit down on that chair’.

‘Loosen up, Levi’, Hange laughed, ‘They’re trained for war. They can hold a baby’.

‘Tsk’, Levi kept his cold gaze fixed on Connie as you carefully placed his whole world in the arms of a kid.

‘Whaaa’, Connie’s eyes widened as he smiled from ear to ear, ‘She’s so tiny’.

‘Good, now hand her back over’, Levi immediately took her back away from him.

‘Give him some time’, you brushed through Connie’s hair, ‘He’s a bit overprotective’.

‘My turn!’ ‘O-oh, I want to go next!’, ‘And then me!’.

‘What?’, Levi widened his eyes as he turned around, only to find his cadets neatly lined up, patiently waiting their turn.

‘Give them a chance’, you softly placed a kiss on his cheek, ‘They’re going to be her family after all’.

‘Right’, Levi smiled, ‘Our family’.

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sinfulsunni · 5 days

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👀💖 (pairing is up to u 🙌❤️)

send me an emoji combo and I’ll write you a little nsfw ficlet!

hehe okie this one is public sex 👀 + praise kink 💖 featuring some Sprizzy and a side of Izzy/Crew! :)

this one uh. this got away from me a little bit.

- ♥️ -

“Are you sure about this? You can still call it off at any time.”

Spriggs - no, Lucius - whispers close to Izzy’s neck, a question meant only for him. Izzy suppresses a shiver at the feeling of warm breath against his skin, and shakes his head.

“I’m sure. Fuckin’ wet already, check if you don’t believe me,” Izzy grumbles, face flushing. Lucius chuckles and Izzy blushes harder.

“Don’t worry, I’m getting there. Just promise me you’ll tell me if anything feels wrong.”

“I promise,” Izzy affirms.

“Good boy,” Lucius smiles, and presses a peck to Izzy’s cheek, right over his tattoo.

Izzy shudders at the praise, his chest heaving as his heart starts to race in anticipation of what’s about to happen.

When he finally manages to bring himself to look up from his kneeling position, a dozen pairs of eyes are looking at him. More specifically, the crew of the Revenge, minus the captains. They’re arranged in a crescent moon shape in front of him, most of them sitting or kneeling on the deck, and all staring at him intently. Izzy feels his pulse skip at the sight of them.

His audience.

Having all those eyes on him, as Lucius slowly starts to unbutton his vest from behind, should feel wrong. It should be humiliating, perverse, like he’s just a cheap whore putting on a show. But it isn’t. Somehow, the only thing he can feel is… safe.

And horny, his dick reminds him as Lucius’s hands slip underneath his shirt. That too. Safe and horny. It’s an electrifying combination. His cunt throbs in his leathers.

His heartbeat seems to echo through his entire body as Lucius pulls off more and more layers until Izzy is completely exposed. The cool air hits his hot, aching cunt, and a shudder runs through him.

“Gosh, aren’t you gorgeous,” Lucius murmurs fondly. He runs his hands over Izzy’s scarred back, gently massaging his shoulders, and Izzy’s already melting like butter in his hands. He spreads his knees involuntarily, earning a few intakes of breath from his audience. A spark of strange pride and excitement flutters in his chest.

“Isn’t he so pretty, everyone?”, Lucius says louder, addressing the crew this time. He strokes a single wooden finger down the side of Izzy’s face, smooth carved wood grazing over rough stubble.

The crew doesn’t make him wait for praise. Immediately, Izzy hears several small sounds of agreement, and sees a few of them smile in a way that can only be described as adoring. Who would have thought anyone could look at Izzy Hands with adoration?

“Qué hermosa…”, Jim breathes, staring at Izzy in a way that makes him tremble. “Un muy buen chico.”

Izzy doesn’t know Spanish, but he understands enough to flush at the words. That low, warm rasp of their voice… their dark eyes trailing down his naked body…..

“Yes, he is very good isn’t he,” Lucius agrees. “Are you ready to show them how very good you are, darling?”, Lucius asks, hands trailing slowly down Izzy’s chest.

Izzy barely manages to breathe out his consent before he’s desperately stretching up to meet Lucius’s lips in a hungry kiss, eagerly opening his mouth to grant him entrance. The heat goes straight to his core, pounding through his body in tidal waves of arousal, making him shake.

All at once he feels like he’s loose in a storm, tossed about by the sea, completely at the mercy of this man and his honeyed words. Lucius pulls himself around to face Izzy properly, bringing both hands up to cup his face as he kisses Izzy deeper, hotter, unraveling him.

Izzy feels splayed open, pinned like a butterfly for display, more naked than he’s ever been and more alive than he’s ever felt.

“God you’re so good, you’re so fucking good, you’re just made for this aren’t you,” Lucius gasps into his mouth in between kisses, suddenly sounding almost as desperate as Izzy.

His touch turns almost frantic as he pulls Izzy into his lap, exploring every inch of skin with his hands, raking his nails through silvered chest hair. He tweaks a nipple and Izzy gasps.

He loses himself in Lucius’s touch, almost forgetting about his audience until they break apart for breath and Izzy finds himself shaken by what he sees.

The crew. His crew. They’re all just… looking at him. Looking at him like - like he’s -

“You’re beautiful.”

Lucius whispers the words into his skin with a kiss, soft as sea foam. His hands are trailing lower, lower, chasing the heat between Izzy’s legs.

Beautiful. Beautiful. The words echo in Izzy’s head like a chime, like a song that’s lifting him up, making him gasp and roll into Lucius’s touch. The crazy thing is, he believes it. It makes him feel mad, but right now, he fucking believes it.

He chances another glance at the crew, and his heart soars in his chest as he looks at them. They’re beautiful too, he realizes. They’re all so fucking beautiful. He wants them, he wants them so fucking much. All of them, anything they have to offer him. He wants to be held, and kissed, and touched, and praised, he wants them to whisper a dozen sugar-sweet promises to him and he wants to believe it, he wants them to bring him to his peak again and again and again and he wants to make all of them feel good too.

Lucius’s fingers tease over his cock, sliding down to collect the wetness between Izzy’s legs, just how he promised to before.

“Tell us what you want, Izzy. We’re gonna take care of you.”

Lucius’s beard scratches against Izzy’s collarbone. The sun is warm on the back of his neck. The hushed sound of the ocean is a soothing lullaby in the background.

“Everything,” Izzy says. “Give me everything.”

- ♥️ -

thank you for reading! this will be posted to my ao3 as well <3

#thank you sm for your request! I hope you like it 👉👈#ask box #sunnyposting #izzy hands #lucius spriggs #sprizzy #ofmd #sunny.fic #writing this has taught me two things. firstly that I do not know when to stop.#and secondly that I am unable to write fic about anything without making it serious and emotional.#like bruh this was just supposed to be hot why is it sappy as hell 😭#oh well. I’m not complaining. I wrote and finished something successfully and enjoyed it! :)

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lale-txt · 2 years

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♡ DILFS DILFS DILFS: (n.sfw) thigh riding w/ Denjiro, Kin'emon & afab!reader

a/n: requested by @theluckychemist (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ i was SO happy that you requested the two as pair, hehe. thank you for that and for always being so sweet, your comments often make my heart all fuzzy. hope you enjoy this little fic!

contains: ns.fw under the cut, afab!reader (no pronouns, 'cunt' used to describe genitals), thigh riding, dirty talk, cum play (no pregnancy or breeding implied), anal play, masturbation, hints at breath play at the very end but no throats are squeezed, also a little size kink

word count: 696

“Sweet little thing… So good for us, right, Kin?”

Two fingers lift your chin up, forcing you to look Kin’emon in the eyes. You could get lost in them so easily, their darkness with tiny speckles of gold pulling you in. His kimono is slipping off his shoulder, exposing his broad chest and as your gaze wanders down you see him fisiting his throbbing cock, a sight that makes your cunt flutter even more.

Meanwhile Denjiro’s fingers dig into your flesh and leave crescent-shaped marks all over, smirking as he watches you grind up and down on his thick thigh, spreading your juices everywhere. You knew he was up for no good when he sat down in that chair and patted his thigh, demanding you to take a seat with your legs spread wide, facing him. But who were you to resist a temptation, especially when it comes in a pair?

You’ve been eyeing the two men for months, charmed by their broad silhouettes and how they towered over you, their big hands brushing your arm when you walked past each other in the hallway. The stolen glances across the room didn’t go unnoticed, and neither did your panties which you left in the baths with the pure intention that one of them will find and use them wisely. At night you muffled your needy moans with a pillow as you fantasized about taking them both fully, your own fingers leaving you only more hungry and craving.

Your palms rest against Denjiro’s exposed chest, feeling like marble underneath you. Every time your hands wander down, greedy to touch him too, craving to wrap your hands around that thick erect cock of his, he stops you with a little tsk tsk, amused by the tears pricking in the corner of your eyes as you rock yourself further into your high, slowly losing your composure.

“Are you gonna cum for us, love? Show us that pretty face of yours when you do?”, Denjiro whispers in your ear while Kin’emon walks around you, pushing your kimono up to your hips, exposing the lower half of your body fully. You can’t see his face but you hear his heavy breaths as he watches you grind up and down on his friend’s thigh in a broken rhythm. Denjiro spreads your cheeks for Kin’emon so he can get a better view while you cling onto him, fingers tangled in his long blue hair, panting against his chest as you feel the waves coming.

“Fuck… fuck, this ass of yours, I–”

A few heartbeats later you feel something warm drizzling down the small of your back, followed by a low grunt and muttered curses under his breath, and you know Kin’emon just came all over you. Denjiro chuckles softly at the sight and lets his hands wander, until two fingers find your puckered hole and spread the thick load all around it, making you mewl.

“Think you can take us both?”

His low voice in your ear is enough to push you over the edge and you come undone, sobbing out loud from the intensity of your orgasm that leaves your whole body trembling. Broken moans fall out of your mouth, getting muffled when Denjiro leans down to kiss you while your hips still rock back and forth on his thigh frantically, going feral under his touch. Your whole body feels on fire, like a fever dream.

“Yes… yes…”, you whine and look over your shoulder to Kin’emon who stands there with flushed cheeks, his cock in his fist almost hard again. “I’ll be good, I promise, I can take you both… just fuck me already, please…”

A big hand wraps around your neck without squeezing it, but the touch alone is enough to shoot warm shivers down your spine. Hungry lips seek yours again and now your hands are free to roam down that toned torso of his, palming Denjiro’s throbbing cock through the thick fabric of his kimono. His deep growls make your cunt flutter, and when Kin’emon leans down from behind you and starts kissing down your neck you let out the prettiest little whimpers, feeling drunk on their touches…

#denjiro #kinemon #denjiro x reader #kinemon x reader #one piece x reader #one piece reader insert #one piece smut #one piece scenario #one piece imagine #2K3D event #purethoughts.exe has stopped working

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kachuuyaa · 8 months

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BAY CITY ROMANCE 𖥻 003 𖥻 4REAL!

bcr masterlist ; prev ; next

synopsis. who knew an impromptu trip to familymart could be this cold?

warnings. CHUUYA AND RANPO RFIGHTING, gojo mention, horrible description of surroundings (nothing serious!)

notes. uhhh hehe hey...... heyyyy i know ppl wana throw tomatoes and stones but I'm back (I'm a senior now) LASO have u seen my bbgirls (choso mf kamo) debut in the shibuya arc trailerrrrr HEHEHEHE I LVOE CHOSOS SO MUCHH (follow me on twt! nikozaii if u want to hearmy insane shti) also i came back home from japan so uhhh hiiii the family,art here is loosely based on that one branch in tokyo near the hotel i stayed in

You set down your phone as your eyes flickered to the group. Ranpo, in particular, was staring out to Fyodor and Sigma, conversing about their rankings as you breathed out. You felt a gust of wind brush across your face, leaving a smile etched across your lips in tranquility. You looked towards Ranpo, that tranquility seeping into his veins as he met your gaze, making him open his eyes, letting his muscles rest as he blinked at you in recognition. “Hi,” You said, allowing Ranpo to revert to his usual expression. Crescent-shaped eyes paired with his signature mischievous smile, he adjusted his body towards you, sitting down on the soft grass as he pats the vacant space beside him. Of course, you took a step forward, the grass responding to your touch as you sat down. Grass tickled your back as you laid your palms on the soft floor. “What are we waiting for?” Ranpo mused, wrapping his arms around his knees, pulling them to his chest as he observed the duo before him. “For them to stop, I guess.” You shrugged, and Ranpo raised his hand. “Hey, guys! You both done talking?” He queried, extending the vowels of his last sentence to gain their attention, and, to his pleasure, two heads turned to the source as their conversations halted, and it was Sigma who spoke up. “Sorry! We were talking about earlier. It was such a hassle to get around the students.” He clasped his hands together, sending an awkward smile to the two of you.

“That’s okay, we were just about to ask you if you two were ready to go.” You reassured, Sigma sighing in relief at your words. Fyodor gazed at Sigma’s fidgeting hands, setting his hand on his shoulder, and observing the tiny squeak that left his mouth. “We can go now,” Fyodor said calmly, rubbing circles on Sigma’s shoulder as the latter nodded in agreement. Fyodor had a habit of tracing circles when he made contact with skin, an action of attempted comfort and for his entertainment. He knows that you don’t mind it, that you and the group were used to his peculiar habits. He huffed at this, returning his hand to its original position. Fyodor knew his habits were unusual actions that would be deemed atypical to other university students. Surely, he was a man of ambiguity shrouded in philosophies that you could never uncover, but with this enigmatic man came a plethora of tendencies that even he could not control.

The FamilyMart Fyodor talked about flickered with its signature white, green, and blue lights, highlighting the presence of the establishment, accompanied by banners outside the entrance, incorporating some of your favorite animes collaborating with the convenience store. To its right were a few potted plants, and a fluorescent street lamp illuminating the side of the road. To your left, you could spot the school’s covered court, blocked by cement walls that extend to the end of the street. The road was fairly empty, bikes only occasionally driving past the four of you as your group stared at the store. Waiting for Chuuya and Yosano left you bored, shoving your hands in your pockets, walking towards the establishment as the automatic doors slid open, making the bell ring as you were greeted by the cashier. You noticed Fyodor following suit, leaving Ranpo and Sigma outside to wait for the remaining two. As you turned back, you noticed Sigma examining the sunset, as Ranpo had his hands tucked completely in his jacket pockets, seemingly looking for his phone. Fyodor moved beside you, and your attention shifted towards him. “You looking for anything?” You asked, making Fyodor’s sharp eyes lock with yours then back to the food he was eyeing. “I wanted to try Onigiri,” He sighed, “been wanting to try it ever since I came here.”

You recalled the time Fyodor was introduced to Yokohama University. Assumptions of the new student quickly spread throughout the university, whispers and mutters about a foreign presence residing in the University you grew to find home. Of course, you weren’t an exception to the waves of utterances about the new student, who shares one class with you, and naturally, you felt drawn to listen to them. It was hard not to, as two particular friends of yours have brought you to hear their musings about the upcoming student. He carried himself with pride, his walk exuding confidence as his footsteps resounded around the hall. You remember meeting Fyodor once he stepped into the classroom as you stared at the door upon hearing its creak, followed by an apology from a foreign voice, making you perk up from your laptop. This action led you to meet the man who caught your eye, a wordless greeting formed by the color of your irises boring into his.

You never told him outright, but at that moment, it seemed a flurry of memories allowed itself to flood your mind, an endless stream of what ifs and countless possibilities presented itself to you, as if a layer of your consciousness knew he would remain with you.

That innate feeling you possessed suffocated you, that stem of anticipation twisting in your throat, a bud forming at every edge of your lungs, and at that moment, as two eyes locked, there, a blossoming flower could be found in your heart.

“[Name], look, I found Gojo’s donut,” He walked up to you, deciding to look around for a bit as you stood motionless. There were many more deserts to try, but it was the donut that really caught his eye. You snapped out of your reverie, which was, ironically, about him, only to be faced with Gojo’s smile plastered on the packet of the product he was holding. “That looks funny, is it supposed to be infinity-shaped?” You questioned, grabbing it from his hand, checking the back of it as you felt it around in your hand. “It’s cute, Fyo,” You hold it up to him, “You want it?” He nodded at your question as he took the donut back, and placed it in his basket (You wonder where he got it, but you suspected he quickly snagged one as you were reminiscing). You noticed Sigma and Ranpo from outside, conversing with each other as Sigma found himself to be the victim of Ranpo’s childish antics. “[Name], I got an iced coffee too. Do Sigma and Ranpo want anything?” Fyodor stepped out from the aisle, holding a carton of iced latte in his hand. You sighed, “Ranpo wants anything sweet. Maybe Dango would do, perhaps.” You weighed your options, while Fyodor grabbed shortbread cookies for Sigma to eat. He figured you didn’t want to walk outside as it would be a hassle, truth be told, he shared the same vision, so he opted to pick food for Sigma instead. Sigma made it clear that he was fond of cookies, the pastry always lingering in his mind whenever he was with the group. From cafes to grocery shopping, a pack of cookies always seemed to land itself in the cart, and you all knew that it was Sigma behind the action.

Your train of thought abruptly halted as the bell rang, signaling the entrance of another person. You had an inkling of who it may be, considering the road was void of any people as you entered. “Fyodor, [Name]!” The voice-- that awfully familiar voice, made your head perk up towards the door, seeing that familiar wave of black hair walk towards you. “[Name]!” She slung an arm over your shoulder, “Have you seen Fyodor? Chuuya wants a rice bowl-- you know, those prepared meals.” She lets go of you, nudging you in the process. “We all want those Blue Lock wafers, by the way.” She reminded you, as you rolled your eyes at her statement. “Mhm, yeah, right.” She laughs as she walks towards Fyodor, after grabbing a snack of her own. You picked an Onigiri out for you to eat, as well as one more for Fyodor. Juice… juice… You thought, skimming the rows of drinks, and picking one that caught your eye. You figured to get coffee for Yosano, if she hadn’t already, and one more for Chuuya, just in case.

Minutes pass as the group awaits your exit from the entrance. The moon decided to make itself known, accompanied by cold gusts of wind to all citizens of Japan. The wind was particularly comfortable, basking in the presence of passersby who felt its touch on their skin. You and your group were no exception to that. Sigma exhaled, crossing his arms, which helped alleviate the cold atmosphere surrounding him, even by just a little. They focus their eyes on the group paying for the group’s meal on the counter, then to the bickering duo to her right. “How does it feel being top 2, huh?” Ranpo provoked Chuuya, who was wearing a strained smile. “How does it feel being the next victim of my fist, huh?” He responded, gritting his teeth in an attempt to hold himself back from hitting the prodigious student. “Try it!” Ranpo giggled, running away comically as Chuuya spewed out curses towards him. Yosano sighed in faux annoyance, “These guys don’t know when to calm down, no?” She turned to Sigma, who chuckled under his breath. “Sometimes I wonder if they’ll ever stop.” He said.

“What are these two idiots doing?” You stepped out of the store with 2 plastic bags in your hand, clicking your tongue as you stared at Chuuya and Ranpo. The latter, as usual, purposefully spurs Chuuya on as he shouts at him, “You were the one who ate the last piece of my fucking milk bread?!” He looks over to you, “[Name]! Kill this idiot!” He points at you, grabbing the collar of Ranpo as he raises his hands up in surrender. “I said I was sorry!” He repeats, making Chuuya let go of him with a sigh. Ranpo brushed his sweater, sighing in relief, earning a glare from the hot-headed man. Chuuya walks up to you, shoving his hands in his pockets to warm his hands, “You got my food, [Name]?” He questioned, with a voice uncharacteristically soft compared to the tone he used on Ranpo. “Yeah, yours and Yosano’s are in this one over here.” You handed him a bag, which he took while muttering a ‘thank you’. “I’m getting tired, [Name], Fyodor.” Yosano quipped, “Sigma here is also a bit tired. We might go for the night.” She informed you, and you nodded in return.

The group decided to split ways, waving goodbye to each other, as well as throwing in heaps of congratulatory statements for everyone present. The atmosphere was chilly walking back, the flickering of the lights, with the melody of your footsteps, were the only sounds accompanying you back to your own dorm. It felt oddly calm, the noir of the night engulfing your shadow as the light of each lamp danced in your eyes, your footsteps blending in with the symphony of the dark, performing an orchestra of elements that welcomed itself in you. What you didn’t know, is that amidst the melody of nature and the song of the city that you were so used to, comes a whole different, unfamiliar tune that you were yet to experience.

trivia:

fyodor really wants his blue lock wafers

yosano's favorite character is chigiri who else cheered

fyodor likes yukimiya LOL reo is a close second

ranpo LOVESSSS BACHIRA (hes js like me… bachira 4life)

chuuya likes chigiri too… chigiri and kaiser he thinks his tattoo is cool

ranpo found a nearby gashapon and spent 1000 yen on it (he got what he wanted on his last try)

you found a stray cat meowing as you arrived at your dorm. he was a greyish-white cat, with a streak of green. an unusual color for a cat, but he was cute nonetheless.

ranpo followed yosano and chuuya home, wanting to spend the night with them

your roommate was nowhere to be seen when you arrived, but they bought a tub of ice cream for you as an apology. you texted them with the note and ice cream they left you and they laughed at it, responding with a quick no worries, and an apology for their absence.

chuuya actually wanted a carton of sake, but he refused at the last second.

tg: @iruc @celestair

#bay city romance #bsd x reader #bsd smau #bsd angst #bsd fluff #bsd crack #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x you #bsd headcanons #bungo stray dogs smau #bungo stray dogs x you #bungo stray dogs fluff #bungo stray dogs angst #bungo stray dogs fanfic #kachuuyaa

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moon-sang · 1 year

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hewo, I saw ur masterlist and it said you take requests for Inosuke so hehe 😏

Could I request maybe a demon reader (to make it interesting) and maybe Inosuke is ordered to take her down whilst Tanjiro and Zenitsu kill another demon, but Inosuke actually grows a bond with the demon (maybe she’s a bit mischievous in a non-sexual way) and he finds out she has never eaten anyone before much like Nezuko.

BONUS: Tanjiro and Zenitsu confused as hell when they see Inosuke holding hands with the demon walking back to them 😂

you don’t have to do this, it’s just been something on my mind ❤️

Friend Or Foe?

Inosuke x Fem!Reader

A/N: This is my first time writing for kny characters so pls be kind with feedback if you have any ❤️

SUMMARY: Inosuke finds an unlikely friend. OR

The request.

WARNINGS: fluff, mild angst, Fem!reader, demon!reader, mature language, maybe a tiny bit of tension, mischievous!reader, I think that’s about it, please tell me if I miss anything!

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The cave is covered in fog as Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke make their way further in. An ethereal glow illuminates the crescent shaped moon as rays of white moonshine emanates the top of the mountain’s head.

“G-g-guys, this is getting really creepy!” Zenitsu whimpers, body ragged and trembling in fear. “Stop being such a baby, Monitsu!” Yells Inosuke, triggering the blonde even more. “STOP SCREAMING SO LOUD!! YOU’RE GONNA KILL US, YOU MORON” Tanjiro audibly sighs, turning to face both his teammates who were in a fist fight by then. “This isn’t going to work” He whispers, loud enough for Zenitsu and Inosuke to hear. “W-what isn’t going to work, Tanjiro?” Zenitsu asks in confusion. “I can smell two different scents … I think there are two demons here.” He exclaims. “wHaT!!! THIS IS BAD, THIS IS REALLY, REALLY B-”

“I think we should split up.” Tanjiro explains

“YEAH!” “WE CAN’T SPLIT UP, THAT DEMON WILL KILL US ALL, AAAAAH!” “it’s ok Zenitsu, you can come with me. Will you be alright on your own Inosuke?” Tanjiro questions.

“I’ll be fine, Gonpachiro!”

Tanjiro doesn’t even get a chance to respond when Inosuke is already dashing past him, headed straight for the entrance of the cave AKA the wrong way. It takes a few seconds before the green eyed man comes running back, realising his mistake, and finding the right track to the demon he was to fight.

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A forest of blood red crystals formed a small trail for Inosuke to follow. His boar mask was reflected through the many diamonds that sprung from the ground, like small crops. As the demon slayer strode through the diamond garden the more he began to feel like he was being followed.

With a swift turn of his heels he spins around and almost bumps into the demon.

Dangerous e/c eyes stared back at him, yet there was a sprinkle of innocence in them. Her skin was a clear s/c, but slightly paled, most likely from being a demon. She bared her fangs at him in a toothy grin, eyes glimmering in mischief.

Inosuke cackles and reaches for his swords….Only, they’re not there-

“Huh?”

“Looking for something?” Sneers the demon girl, holding his swords in a reverse grip.

“HEY!! THOSE ARE MINE!” Inosuke yells, pointing an accusing finger at her. “Can I have them?” She asks with a knowing sly smirk.

“ABSOLUTELY NOT” He grunts.

Her smile widens and she bolts past him, taking his swords with her.

Damn, she was a fast demon…

“HEY! GET BACK HERE!” It didn’t take long for Inosuke to catch up to her, after all he was used to chasing Monitsu all the time. He chased the demon to a dead-end, with only an unclimbable mountain above her.

“HA! I WIN!” He yells as she stops running, realising her situation. “Do you?” She asks with a quirk. Without warning, the demon girl jumps in midair, but instead of landing on the ground again, a small rounded crystal path forms under her feet.

“HEY, THAT’S CHEATING!” As Inosuke starts to charge at her, she takes another step, and as if she were climbing a set of crystal stairs, another path formed under feet, as the previous one faded. She continued the same pattern until she was on top of the mountain that once towered over her.

“NO FAIR!”

With a mockingly sympathetic smile, she chucks two diamond daggers down. Surprisingly, when they hit the ground, they do not break.

Inosuke picks them up in question, but quickly realises what he needed to do.

With an all too familiar laugh he jabs one of the diamond dagger's into the mountain rock. Once again, it does not break. Must have some weird demon spell on it. Thought the demon slayer. He does the same with the other dagger, and slowly climbs up the mountain that way.

He’s surprised to see the demon hadn’t moved from her place, when he finally reaches the top.

“Took you long enough.” She blurts. Inosuke clenches his fists.

Finally, some challenge. He pondered.

As much as the boar masked man hated to admit it, he was actually having a little fun…with a..demon..

she must have put him under a spell to like her, yeah! That’s what it is!

“I don’t know what game you’re playing, but I will slay you!” He exclaims.

“Then hurry up and do it..” She giggles, throwing both his swords at him

He catches them with expert precision and readies them in his stance.

She lifts her arm slightly and a diamond sword constructs itself in her hand.

She swings the sword so it’s in a reverse grip, and positions her self in a defensive stance.

He charges at her, without wasting a second.

Their swords clash and ring through the crystal cave.

Inosuke lifts his swords off of hers and went for her head, a little hesitantly…after all.. he kinda liked her. She ducks the swing of his sword and kicks him in the stomach, sending him crashing down to the floor.

She menacingly walks over to him and offers her hand, encouraging him to take it.

Instead, Inosuke sweeps her legs and she falls to the ground as well. From there, the demon slayer climbed on top of her and readies his sword at her neck.

“Go on.” She says, when Inosuke hesitates.

“Slay me, demon slayer.” She chuckles. “SHUT UP!” Why was he having such a hard time decapitating her?

He stays hovering over her for a while longer, battling with his own mind on what he should do.

The demon yawns from underneath him, admittedly getting a little bored.

“I’m hungry..” she groans. actually..now that he thought about it, Inosuke was getting pretty hungry as well..

His stomach lets out a low growl at the mention of food and she chuckles.

“Lets go get something to eat.” “What the damn hell do you mean?! Aren’t I your meal?!”

“Naaa, I don’t like fur in my food.” She snarks. “Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?!” He barks. she snickers in response, enjoying every moment of this.

It had been a while since she was treated like she was normal.

“How about.. some tempura?” She asks. Inosuke’s ears go up at the mention of his favourite food and he immediately gets off of her.

“You like tempura?” He asks, completely intrigued with her now.

“Of course.” She says with a smirk. He’s silent for a moment, before-

“LET’S GET TEMPURA!” ~~

BONUS:

“So you have two friends named Gonpachiro and Monichi?” “Yup, my turn now.”

“Do you eat humans?” He asks. “No, I’ve never eaten human before, I can resist the urge to by consuming human food.” She says with a faint smile. “oh” he says as they walked through the cave. “Hey! Is that your friends over there?!” She asks as two figures appear at the entrance. Inosuke squints and widens his eyes when he realises it’s his teammates.

“Yeah! It is!” He replies, grabbing her hand and running towards them. “ITADAKI TONTARO!” Tanjiro turns his head in absolute confusion.

“ITS TANJI-” He cuts himself off when he sees Inosuke running with what smells like a demon.

“Inosuke…who’s this?” He asks wearily. “OH, THIS IS Y/L/N Y/N.” He blurts out. “She’s a….-”

“Demon, I know.” He finishes for him. “We’re gonna get some tempura!” He yells before bolting off, finding the closest restaurant that sells what he wants. Tanjiro and Zenitsu exchange looks of absolute confusion and horror (in Zenitsu’s case).

What had their friend gotten into this time?

~~~

Requests open.

#Inosuke x reader #Inosuke x you #Demon Slayer x reader #kny x reader #kny x you #kny #demon slayer #kimetsu no Yaiba x you #kimetsu no Yaiba #Inosuke x demon!reader #Inosuke x y/n #demon slayer x you #demon!readed

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cookies-over-yonder · 9 months

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uhmmn. Linc angst perhaps or taylor worrying abt him... I luvvb your swiftli writing

sjdlahsjf this gave me an excuse to write an idea i already had spinning round in my brain... its kind of rough but enjoy heehee (also thank you!! i appreciate it :) and also i luvvb ur swiftli art hehe)

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Finally, the teens are back on the cat bus, with their parents in the back, and their destination ahead.

But all Taylor can think about right now is what Link said to Grant when he broke the anchor.

And how Link sat down on the ground muttering that he was cool and fine when he looked completely and utterly haunted.

And the way that beside him, Link's clenching his fists so hard he'll be surprised if his palms aren't cut.

Taylor settles for leaning against his arm and keeping an eye on him for a while, but then he winces.

"Link, you good, man?"

No response.

Taylor sits up and turns to face Link, who's staring straight ahead.

"Link," Taylor puts a hand in his shoulder. He doesn't stir. Taylor bites his lip.

There's a faraway look in Link's eyes, and his hands start to shake.

"Link, hey." As Taylor pries Link's fingers out from the palms of his hands, Link finally glances at him.

"Huh?"

"Shit, Link…" Taylor mutters, looking at his palms.

They're littered with little crescent shaped pools of blood, and Link's fingernails aren't that long… how did he even do this?

A second later, he's wiping the blood off Link's palms with a tissue and disinfecting with an alcohol swab. Thank god for the emergency first-aid kit in his go-bag.

"Ow—" Link tries to pull his hands away but Taylor grips them.

"Just hold still for a second."

Taylor's wrapping Link's hands in bandages now, and he finally looks up at his face.

Link is staring at the bandages, but his eyes are glazed over, and there's no discernable expression on his face.

"What're you doing?" Link mumbles.

"I'm bandaging your hands, because you clenched your fists so hard you started bleeding," Taylor says, trying to keep his voice calm so as to not spook Link even more.

"Oh. I didn't even notice."

Taylor's lip hurts. His teeth are getting sharper, so biting them has become a painful thing. But he licks that blood away and focuses.

Link's eyes are less apathetic and more fearful now, but his flat expression remains the same.

"Are you okay?" Taylor asks.

Maybe a stupid question.

"What's going on?" he adds.

A slightly better question.

You're scaring me, he doesn't say.

"I'm fine, I'm fine."

It's the second time Link has said it, but it's a lot weaker than the first.

Taylor tilts Link's head up by the chin, and looks him in the eyes.

"I know I'm not great with this kinda stuff, but I don't buy that, dude. That was a lot back there, and you seem… really out of it right now."

Link says nothing, so Taylor continues.

"Look, I dunno what's going on in your head right now, but I'm here, okay?"

Taylor follows Link's gaze back to his hands, and as soon as Taylor sees those fingers twitching, itching to curl into a fist, he clasps Links hands in his own.

Link's grip is strong as hell, and Taylor's just glad he isn't making himself bleed with it anymore.

And then Taylor notices the rise and fall of Link's chest get a little quicker.

The trembling from his hands spreads to the rest of him now.

And Link's eyes are shut, and his mouth is open, sucking in big breaths and letting out big sighs.

"Link—"

"Taylor, I'm freaking out," he whispers so quietly, like anyone else hearing would be a recipe for disaster.

…Actually, considering the dads in the back right now, maybe it would.

"Okay, okay," Taylor matches his volume. "It's okay, uh…"

Link is usually the one with all the useful grounding exercises. Taylor doesn't really know them.

But Link is clearly panicking now, so he does the next best thing: pulling his hands out from Link's tight grip, and wrapping his arms around his torso instead, squeezing tightly.

Link doesn't move to wrap his arms around Taylor, but he relaxes a little into the embrace.

And it's enough for now.

Hopefully.

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#ask #jay #swiftli #dndads #taylor swift dndads #dndads spoilers #lincoln li-wilson #fic #cookies writes and cookies wrongs #writing req #angst #hurt/comfort

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primusfortuna · 6 months

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Rouge ⟡ Love Wrapped in Ribbons of Gratitude (Sun 03)

[Normal Route] [01] [02] [XX] [Moon Route]

“A Place to Call Home”

After the performance in the square――

A party will be held at the castle tonight. I meet up with Rouge-san, planning to go together.

Rouge: Emma-chaaan, sorry to keep you waiting!!

Emma: Rouge-san! You said you had some errands to run. How’d they go?

Rouge: Yeah, all good. Sorry I was late.

Emma: No worries. Okay, let’s head to the castle―

Rouge: Before that... Could we make a little stop first? We have some time to kill.

Emma: A stop...?

Rouge-san leads me to a meadow blooming with vibrant flowers.

Emma: Wow, the sunset is gorgeous...

Rouge: Pretty nice, huh? I stumbled upon this place while I was running from my debt collectors.

Emma: That sounds like you... It really is breathtaking here.

Emma: But why did you bring me here?

Rouge: Well, duh! I wanted us to spend some time alone ♪

Rouge: ――All right, that’s my last joke for now.

Rouge: Ah, I mean, the part about wanting to be alone with you is true, though.

Emma: Hehe.

Rouge: ...Since you confessed your honest feelings, I wanted to trust you with mine.

As Rouge-san traces the collar around his neck, his eyes soften.

Rouge: Sorry, this isn’t going to be a fun conversation... Would you still be open to listen?

Emma: ...Of course.

Rouge: I think I mentioned before that I don’t get along with my family.

Emma: Yes. I remember you said it even brought you to hate music for some time...

Rouge: Yeah...

Rouge: Way back when, I used to love Fath―er, my dad. Just as much as I love music, even.

Rouge: But he had a one-track mind for family honor. He’d excuse it all by saying it was for “my own good.”

Emma: (That’s like...)

Rouge: Sure. But his mom said it’s “for his own good” so there’s nothing we can do about it. Rouge: I’m positive that mom really was thinking of him. Rouge: It’s for your own good. It’s because I love you. —— Those beautifully dressed words make it hard sometimes. Rouge: Like with parents? When you’re at your closest with them, they sting even more so.

Emma: (The things he said back then...)

Rouge: I can’t say he was cruel or anything, but... that genuinely almost destroyed me.

Rouge: No. Physically, I was fine, but it destroyed my love for my dad, and my mind.

Illuminated by the setting sun, the side of Rouge-san’s face appears so fragile, as if it might fade at any moment.

Without thinking, I reach out to grab his arm.

Rouge: ...Sorry for dampering your mood.

Rouge: I knew I’d make you upset by talking about this. But—

Rouge: You barged your way into my heart, so I thought I should tell you.

Emma: ...Mhm.

Emma: Thank you for telling me.

Rouge: I’m the one that should be thanking you.

He flashes me a smile, before pulling something out of his pocket. Then he drops it in my hand.

Emma: This is...

Rouge: Your Love Day present.

A crescent moon-shaped keychain glitters in the palm of my hand.

Rouge: ...I kinda wanted to show off, but I couldn’t afford to get you anything more than this.

Emma: Don’t say that, I love it! I promise I’ll cherish it.

Emma: (When he said he had an errand earlier, was it to get this?)

Emma: (Even though he said he has a rule of not giving away anything that lasts...)

Warmth blooms across my chest. I raise my head to smile his way, but then—

Emma: ...Rouge-san?

Before I can blink, I find myself burrowed into Rouge-san’s chest.

Rouge: ...You’re so warm.

His arms are strong, pressing my face flush against his chest.

I can hear the da-dum, da-dum... of his gentle heartbeat.

Rouge: Emma-chan... you’d be sad without me, right?

Emma: Of course. Moon Wanderers is your home.

Emma: Everyone, including me, will always be waiting for you to come back.

Rouge: Ahaha, that’s right. I can wander all over the world, but I’ll always find my way back there.

Rouge: With you, and everyone else—that family.

Emma: ...Right!

Emma: (It’s still... too soon for Rouge-san’s wounds to heal.)

Emma: (But as long as we’re together, maybe someday...)

Carrying that wish in my mind, I wrap my arms around his back, returning his embrace.

Rouge: Ooh~ Emma-chan’s making a move!

Emma: Huh!? I-I was just—

Rouge: Heh, I don’t mind ♪

Rouge: I feel... so happy right now.

With some shyness in his smile, Rouge-san buries his face into my shoulder.

His silky hair brushes against my cheeks. Wrapped up in his arms, I let a smile of my own slip out.

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