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serafilms · 3 months

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song 17! cupid (fifty fifty) + tim drake (spotify wrapped event)

i’m feeling lonely, oh i wish i’d find a lover that could hold me, now i’m crying in my room, so skeptical of love, but still i want it more, more, more

You’ve reached a certain point where you think you’re going to die alone. Call it the overwhelming anxiety, paranoia, being surrounded by happy couples syndrome, or whatever you want, but none of it excuses the fact that in all your years of life, hardly anyone has even glanced your way.

Perhaps you’re just blind to their stares, like how pigeons can only see out the sides of their heads, but never what’s sitting right in front of them.

“Or maybe I’m just a loser,” you mutter under your breath.

You slam your book shut, having spent the last 10 minutes reading and rereading the same line without absorbing it, as your mind was preoccupied with wallowing in your misery.

Distractions are no help. There is quite literally nothing for you to do now except lie down and accept your fate. And maybe get some sleep.

Standing from your desk, you look around and take a moment to open the window.

Cold, fresh air.

Then, you take a step towards your bed and collapse face first into the pillow, letting out an agonising groan that comes out muffled.

“Wow, that doesn’t sound good.”

The first reaction you have upon hearing the voice is to scramble up and promptly fall on the floor. Rubbing your bruised tailbone, you stare incredulously at the open window, where there is a guy dressed up in a weird, red getup with a cape and a mask over his eyes.

“Red Robin?”

He grins at you as he slips through the window and looks around your room, wasting no time in going to your shelf to snoop through your things.

“That’s me," Red Robin replies, tilting his head at a picture frame. You leap out of bed at record speed to snatch it out of his hands.

"Dude, what the fuck?" Clutching it protectively to your chest, you shoot him an incredulous look then glance down at the picture. It's one of you and your friend, Tim, at your high school graduation. You set it down on your bedside table quickly, and cross your arms as you turn to glare at the vigilante in your room.

"What are you doing here?"

He glances away from your shelf for a moment, taking in the way that you've awkwardly shuffled to the edge of your bed away from him, then shrugs. "Just stopping by for a visit."

Brows knitting together, you frown. "Okay, let me rephrase. Why are you in my room?"

Red Robin pauses, his eyes flitting towards the picture frame you've set aside.

It's been silent for a little too long now, so you speak up again. "Like, is this some kind of interrogation? Because I swear, whatever crime you think I'm involved in, I don't know anything about it. Unless it's about my chem prof cooking meth. But even then! All I know is rumours!"

He looks at you, amused, and you feel fear building up in your stomach. Is this some sort of technique? You did see a video about how the best way to get someone to tell you a secret is to stay silent and wait for them to spill. You suppose you've just given him exactly what he wants.

Red Robin takes a step towards you and you stumble back into your bedside table.

"This isn't an interrogation," he chuckles, "I'm just checking in.”

Why would he check in on you, of all the people in Gotham?

You sniff. “I’m perfectly fine.”

You can’t see his eyes or eyebrows under the mask, but you assume they’re raised in skepticism.

“I heard you groaning from outside, you know.”

Dead silence. Your neck heats up.

“Oh, right … that …”

The vigilante says nothing; he just watches as you dart your eyes around the room, looking at anything but him.

You feel the need to say more and fill the silence. “Yeah, uh, I was just … having a moment.” He stares at you. “Loneliness. Relationship troubles.”

Damn it, now he’s using that tactic on you.

Red Robin clears his throat. “Ah, I see.”

Do your eyes deceive you or is he blushing?

“Yeah, that’s a tough one. Um.” He starts to back up a little, eyes flitting between you and the space behind you. “Well, you know, it’ll get better. You’ll find someone. Uh, I should probably get back to patrol.”

The vibe just got really weird, you think.

You watch in confusion as he takes tiny steps backward towards the window. He tosses a red business card towards you that lands somewhere halfway in between. “Well, shoot me a text later and I’ll try and help with that. It’s my duty as a hero, you know, haha.”

You blink. “Okay?”

He’s halfway out the window when he looks back and clears his throat. “Sometimes, the right person might be right under your nose. Or behind you.” He gestures vaguely behind you and makes a quick exit.

You’re not quite able to process what just happened. Behind you? Turning around, your eyes focus on the picture. The one of you and Tim. You frown. The right person. What was he on about?

You place the picture down and snatch up the business card instead. There’s a picture of his symbol in the centre, and a mobile number on the back. Maybe you’d have to text him and ask.

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whltlock · 2 years

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CHAPTER 3/10 ★ Masterlist ★ Subscribe on AO3

Pairing: Jason Todd/AFAB!NB Reader, Minor Wally West/Reader

Summary: You and Jason become more comfortable with each other. It starts to feel just like old times.

Tags: vague soulmates au, jason has temporary amnesia, Jason/Reader Endgame, Fluff and Angst, post-resurrection, Sexual Content, Happy Ending, Past Relationship.

WC: 2,251

Just like a cat, Jason headbutts you in greeting. He shuffles into the room, clearly sleep-deprived, but still wanting to show you affection. It’s simple, but it makes you giddy.

He stands beside you as he makes his tea. You press your nose to his bicep and think goddamn, because he’s built supremely different these days. He nudges you back. It’s all the invitation you need to wrap your arms around him. He tuts as you almost spill his drink, but then he chuckles. He abandons it to hug you.

You sigh against him, inhaling everything he is. He strokes your hair.

Jason angles your chin up so he can look at you. “You good?” he murmurs. You nod, falling into the cradle his hand makes. It puts an abashed smile on his face. The intimacy is both strange and everything he craves.

“Just as sweet as the last time I saw you, huh?” he muses.

You swallow. You wonder how long he thinks it’s been. It’s a devastating thought. It reminds you that things have changed. You’re not together anymore.

You try to keep the despair from your face as you shrug. “If you say so.”

His lips brush your temple. “I do.”

It makes you feel equal parts guilty and hot. You dismiss it with, “Hey, Jason?”

“Yeah?”

“Do me a favour, will you? Try to take a shower today. You’re starting to smell like the alley I picked you up in.”

He snorts. “You’re not as cute now.”

When you return later that day, Jason’s cleaned himself up. He’s shaved and showered and attacked some of his hair. He looks much better than before and you stop to drink him in.

His head tilts up from where he sits on the couch. “Happy?” he asks with a hint of a smirk.

He smells good, you think, as you join him. “Very,” you say.

He holds out the bowl of popcorn he has on his lap. You grab a handful.

You eye what’s on the television. You recognise the actors but not the movie. However, Jason’s interest in it seems to dwindle with your appearance. Instead, his curiosity moves elsewhere. “Did we live together?”

Your head turns. There’s a beat before you reply. “Only in the tower. I live here alone.”

He nods as he mulls that.

You resist the urge to run your palm over his arm in what used to be a comfort to the both of you. “Did you do anything else today?” you ask attentively.

His head tips. “Made your bed. Cleaned out your fridge. You know you had liquid rot in there?”

“Still a neat freak, I see.”

“One of us has to be.”

A wry smile slides onto his face and you subconsciously copy it. It’s a lure and he shifts a little closer, as if it’s important information he needs to memorise. You look back at the TV when you realise. It fills you to the brim with a cocktail of feelings.

You sit in silence for the next hour, munching on popcorn as the movie plays. You hardly pay attention though. Really, you listen to how Jason breathes. You count the beats; confirm he’s okay. You know from the side-eye he gives you every so often that he’s doing the same.

It’s strange. So many things that could be said and yet you can’t. It’s fragile. It’s tempting.

Clearly too tempting of a situation for Jason to ignore. He fidgets uncomfortably, moving upright. “Can you, uh…” he starts and fumbles immediately. It’s an embarrassing ask. You don’t look his way so he can rephrase. “I can’t remember the first time we said ‘I love you.’”

It pains him dearly that he’s unable to recall it. He knows he loves you. He wants to say it every time you pass him a cup or put his blanket in the dryer before bed. When you look at him like he’s just made your entire week by stepping into the room. He loves you after death. After reanimation. Even when all the wires in his brain are crossed.

Jason winces. “We were there, right?”

“Yeah, Jay,” you say, hushed and sorrowful. “We were in love.”

The plea he projects is impossible to resist, so you meet his gaze. His eyes have taken on a slight sheen as he works around his next request. You fall into the waves breathlessly. Rolling beneath them hurts but there’s exhilaration there, too.

He wets his lips. “Tell me?”

You swallow as you catch the action. “It was after a mission. You got hurt and I was pissed at you for being an idiot.” You shake your head with a rueful half-smile. “You said it to shut me up, I think.”

He knees you in objection. You try not to smile wider.

“You did. You just wanted a reaction.”

“Now why would I ever want a pretty one like you to shut up?” He lays an arm behind your head. “Sure doesn’t sound like me.”

You laugh even though you don’t want to. It puts a smile on his face. You craftily dodge as he leans forward to lay a kiss on your shoulder.

He wants to say it, see you bashful, hear it back, feel the flutters in his chest. But he holds onto it for now.

FULL CHAPTER ON AO3

#jason todd #jason todd x you #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #wayne family adventures #jason todd smut #jtsolace*

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wide-ride · 11 months

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Chat Fat (sudden wg, dirty talk)

Amy let out a giggle with a nervous edge as she leaned closer to her computer monitor. It wasn’t as if she were new to the niche chatrooms that catered to the fantasies of, well, fans of fat. However, it was rare for her to find anyone online that she really enjoyed talking to and, as she read the next message and bounced excitedly on her ample thighs, was good at turning her on.

Amy was a young woman, just out of community college and working in hospitality. She had always carried a bit of extra heft, hovering just below the 200 pound mark ever since she was a teen. She hid her weight behind flattering clothes and plenty of elastic waistbands. When she stood on the scale, the wavering of the dial just below the big 2-0-0 made her stare with both fear and longing. Longing because she wanted nothing more than to be pampered and fattened and kept deliciously full; fear because the rigors of real life didn’t quite allow for that.

So she lived out her desires through messages and photos traded with men that frequented chatrooms that allowed for anonymity. Unfortunately, most of her conversations had petered out into awkward one-sidedness, boredom, or simply one participant ghosting the other. There were one or two that she had really enjoyed keeping in touch with, but one had left the chat scene when a real life relationship became more serious and the other just seemed to be busy. She had started talking to his new man today and the conversation had become so hot so quickly that she felt giddily disoriented.

In her last few messages, she had described her imagined ideal body weight and type, and he had responded with all the myriad ways he would love to feed her up to that size. She was typing out a response in turn when a short message blipped onto the screen.

“I could do that for you”, the message read, a common enough sentiment from oft-lonely online feeders, “if you wanted me to.”

“I’d love it,” she replied, and added a winky face. She went back to typing up a more descriptively erotic response to his earlier paragraph but another message popped up.

“I could show you,” it said. Her stomach did a little flip in trepidation of having to turn down a person she had literally just met on the internet but another message arrived.

“Let me rephrase that. I can give you a little preview of how things would be if I were feeding you.”

Amy smiled excitedly, but she was still a bit confused. She was more than glad to continue typing up responses to his described feeding session, but his previous messages basically were a preview of how things would be if he were feeding her.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“One sec,” was his reply. She pursed her lips and let out a little sigh.

“No prob,” she responded. She leaned back in her desk chair. She idly wondered if she should take a nice picture for him to return to. She picked up her phone and fiddled with it, wondering if the higher quality of the phone over her webcam would be worth the bother of transferring the pictures to the computer. It was a shame that the site she liked to chat on had not yet released a mobile app.

When she stood from the chair, the sensation of her shirt growing taut over her belly gave her pause. She was wearing a tight fitting blouse as to best show off her curves, but surely the bottom hem hadn’t ridden up so easily before. She pressed her fingers into her gut with disbelief. Maybe she was closer to the 200 pound milestone than she thought.

A new message arrived. “Sorry, back now. How are you feeling?”

There was a thrum of heat that passed through her when she ran her fingers along the soft curve of her belly that now hung a little lower. She typed out a response with one hand. “Really good :) Welcome back lol.”

“Good is good to hear. But as I was saying...if I were your feeder I think I would have you eating 24/7. If we want to get you that heavy, wobbling belly that you want, you’re going to have a steadily high caloric intake. Are you a fan of pancakes for breakfast?”

Amy grinned and sat back down in her chair. Her belly rested heavily on her thighs. The base of the armrests dug a little more into her hips than she remembered.

“I love pancakes! And waffles, and french toast...I’d be more than fine carboloading for breakfast. Especially if it’s loaded with syrup and butter. Lol thinking about it is making me feel fatter already.”

His response made an electric chill shiver down her spine. “That’s because you are fatter already. Isn’t that right?”

Amy wasn’t wearing a bra. She could feel her breasts pressing heavily against the fabric, the sensation of it making her nipples perk against cloth. She squirmed in her chair and had to keep from moaning at the sensation of her belly and tits wobbling as she moved.

Another message arrived. “Don’t worry about typing a response. I’m sure you’re enjoying finally getting to feel like the well-fed fatty you deserve to be.”

The buttons of her shirt were struggling. In a haze she watched as her belly heavily spread out on her thick thighs, her bellybutton nearing her knees. The fat was pumping in smoothly, making her stomach round yet bottom heavy, like a beanbag chair. As buttons began to pop she felt her swelling breasts fall to hang free of the confines of her shirt. Her still-plumping belly made supported them, but as they grew heavier they began to sag to the sides.

“I’m sure you’re looking like a prize pig about now. I think by that size I’d have you addicted to food. That big round belly of yours is going to crave being stuffed full. Hell, you’ll be begging me for a funnel just to make sure you’re always topped off.”

Amy moaned as her belly jolted forward, as if it had been instantly been packed with food. She felt deliriously full. As her hips grew wider, thick love handles began to form. Her underwear was stretched to its limit and the elastic dug viciously beneath one of them.

“If I can ever get you to take a break from eating, I’d love to watch you try to walk...all that lard jiggling as you struggle to waddle even a few steps...”

Amy tried to reach between her legs and discovered two things. One, her belly and tits were so round and swollen that she could not reach. Two, her ass was so fat that she was completely wedged in her chair. Her vain struggle to even reach forward to the keyboard did nothing but make her wobble. She was so horny that it was hard to think, and her inability to move was only making it worse. She could just barely grind herself against the seat of the chair. She kneaded a nipple, thankfully still within her reach, and it felt so sensitive and lush that she cried out.

“Yes, I’m sure you’d make a great piggy for me. You want nothing more than to pack on pounds. I doubt you’d even blink at surpassing immobility. You’ve got simple desires: feeding and fucking.”

Amy felt so awfully close. Her fat gut was spilling over her knees.

“But I did say this was just a preview.”

And like that, it was all gone. Amy was her usual self, sitting in front of her computer screen, her blouse stretched to ruin as the only sign that anything was amiss. She took a few minutes to catch her breath before hurriedly typing out a response.

“So, where did you say you were from again?”

#weight gain #weight gain fiction #wrote this on dA ages ago but may as well post here #weight gain writing

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always-andromeda · 2 years

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Fool for Love, Edward Nashton baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!! brain is very foggy yk the biz!!!! but maybe sick-fic??? eddie comforting reader who is sick, exhausted, depressed whatever, gimme the comfort darling!!! aLSO we have discussed how much eddie would enjoy being with someone shorter yk!!! so pls!!! eddie!!! give my short ass some love!!! other than that go buckwild babey do whatever i jsut wann b held

Author's Note | storm. my absolute beloved. my short king. I love you terribly and I'm so so so excited to finally fulfill this request. your support and your love has impacted me in a way that I don't think I'll ever be able to explain or repay you for. genuinely adore you with all my heart and I am hoping and praying this insane dose of comfort hits the spot for you. 🥺

You'd insisted Edward go to work; maybe spend the next week at his own apartment this time. With the limited amount of sick days Edward has saved up in his arsenal, it would only end up being a disaster. He'd get sick and if he didn't take time off, he'd have to trudge himself miserably to work and struggle through the sniffles and coughing fits. It's something he could've easily avoided if he wasn't insistent on being right by your side through all of it.

He also insists that he knows how to take care of you better than any doctor could. And you bet that's not far from the truth. He didn't like talking about his past much. He lived in it often enough in his mind. You're the escape. His safehouse. But based on the little he's let you in on, you figure the harsh winters had turned him into a self-sufficient person. Someone who could stave off the bitter cold and the pervasive rot in order to survive.

But this doesn't simply feel like survival. This feels like living--thriving--as Edward puts himself at your disposal. A continued rotation of mugs of warm tea with honey comes through your door. He'd managed to make sense of your mess of a hallway closet and picked out every blanket you owned. The weight of his care is almost deafening.

Even when he's silent for hours at a time, he seems to sense exactly when you need help getting up to go to the bathroom or when your mug of tea is getting low or when you're too cold or too warm. The day is already half over and Edward has spent all of that time, waiting hand and foot on you.

"You don't have to do this," you chuckle hoarsely. "You should really go home before you get yourself sick."

"I have a strong immune system, bunny. No need to worry your little head." he replies absentmindedly, eyes fixed on the morning paper's crossword puzzle laid across his raised knee. His fingertips gingerly graze across your spine before the flat of his palm lays protectively on the small of your back. The gentle assertion over your being could knock the breath out of you and send you into yet another coughing fit.

Your strained throat struggles slightly to voice the internal spiral you're going down. "Why shouldn't I? You've wasted the day away sitting with me...and if I get you sick...you'll have to take more time off...and I know that you don't get paid time off. I just do-"

Edward's voice raises, "Wasted? You think I've wasted my day by taking care of you?"

Rephrased that way...it almost sounds like an insult. You find another way to begin profusely apologizing for the implication before he scoffs.

"I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to be." From where you lay on your stomach, you can't see his expression. But you can picture his round cheeks flushing from the vulnerability; could picture him looking down through his glasses at his lap in order to regain some composure.

You feel him shift as he lays on his side and pulls you into the warm alcove in his arms. Instinctually, you melt into his grasp. In just those few seconds...nothing else seems to matter. He envelopes your figure quickly with his own lumbering height. His long arms seem to cradle your existence. And it quells an ache you didn't even know existed inside.

Head already fogging up from the feeling of his body wrapping around yours, you mumble, "I don't think anyone has ever loved me like you do."

He giggles airily--almost to himself--and kisses your hair, "Good. Because I can assure you...there's no one else like us in this entire world. That's why I can't lose you."

The intensity might've unnerved you if you were in your right mind; if you weren't half loopy from cough syrup and from Edward's suffocating passion. But now...now it just feels normal. It feels like home.

#strange trails milestone✨#paul dano #danonation #danocel #the batman #the batman 2022 #edward nashton #dano!riddler #edward nashton x reader #edward nashton x you #edward nashton x y/n #dano!riddler x reader #dano!riddler x you #dano!riddler x y/n #˚ʚ meda writes ɞ˚

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altaniadventures · 9 months

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Prompt #1 Home - Au Ra August 2023

Set after the events of Shadowbringers. If you haven't played up to then, there may be spoilers. It is a little angsty and G'raha centric. The prompt is "home" from Au Ra August 2023!

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"Will you go home after this?" G'raha asked.

Altani looked over at him laying on the bed next to hers. After the fight with Elidibus, everyone had decided that she needed rest. She had not agreed to this. However, Y'shtola was not above using sorcery to chain her to the bed.

The only good part about it was that G'raha was stuck here too. The memories and the Exarch's soul had been placed into the old him for the most part. The new him? This body was younger. Altani wasn't quite sure how it all worked. Was this her Exarch from the source in his past body, or was this her G'raha with all the memories of the Exarch? She didn't know if she should pick up where they left off in the First, or if it was better to let him go. He could start his life fresh without all the weight. Maybe he didn't even remember their nights in his bedroom, of the fight they'd had. He hadn't said a word, and she wasn't about to beg him to-

"Altani?" he asked again, his ears flicking back as his features slipped into worry.

"No," she replied, looking up at the ceiling. "I'm not going back to the Steppe."

Other than her sister Bayarma, what reason was there to go home? She could do without seeing her mother, and she wasn't never very close to Sarnei and Chimeg. Baya had written a few months ago that even she was thinking of leaving home. The food and the familar places she missed sometimes, but it would never be the same. Things were too different now. She was changed by Eorzea. As much as she loved her homeland, it was no longer her home.

What was home, anyways? Was it the various places she camped across the realm? Was it in the strange towns she'd slept in while waiting to fight some horror? Was it the empty Limsan house where she stored the furniture she never used? The most at home she'd ever felt was in his arms in the Crystarium, but that was a lie. He'd been the Exarch and not G'raha then. He tried to die and take away the little bit of happiness she'd had. They hadn't talked about the fight. It was as if it never happened at all. Most of the time it was easy to pretend that they were just good friends. After all, if they were just good friends, he had a better chance of living. Everyone she loved died.

G'raha watched her intently, a slight frown on his face. He thought for a long moment before rephrasing his original question. "Where will you stay? Y'shtola said that I could stay here until I can get back to Sharlayan. Although I have no hope that my things are still at the annex," he murmured. "She told me you never stay at the rising stones, you're always on the road. I was curious to know if I'd have your company for a time longer."

He didn't have a home. He'd been presumed dead, his body trapped in the Crystal tower. His memories were all jumbled from a hundred years of waiting in a world he wasn't truly a part of. They were the same in that way. Belonging no where and everywhere all at once. There was no other home for them.

"I have a cottage in Limsa," she said suddenly, turning towards him. "Which is probably incredibly dusty by now. It's near the city, just a little boat ride from the docks. It's carved out of one of those tall stones that rise from the water. It's small."

G'raha smiled. "I'm relieved. I-" he hesitated. "Well. Perhaps we'll go on that adventure soon, after you rest and-"

"Come home with me," she interrupted.

"What?" His eyes flicked forward, his eyes wide.

"Come home with me." She reached over, offering her hand out for his. "Don't think about it. Don't say no. Just leave with me. We won't tell anyone where we've gone, and it can just be you and me."

She pleaded with her eyes. We don't have to talk about our problems. We don't have to save the world right now. Come home with me, and let's forget about how you tried to die for me, and let's forget about how angry I am about that.

"Please," she said.

G'raha slowly reached for her hand. "Altani. We can't go without letting people know where we've gone."

Altani snatched her hand back, her expression going cool. "Of course. You're right. We'll talk more later." She rolled over, her back facing him. "I'm tired now. We'll go on an adventure, it'll just be a little more time."

He let his hand slowly fall. "Yes. Just a little more time." He closed his eyes, unsure. He should rest as well. "You and I," he said quietly. He was incredibly tired. Maybe after getting the clear from Y'shtola and Krile, they could both go home together.

When he woke up, she had already left. She wasn't answering any linkshell calls except for Allisae's, who reported she had gone to Ishgard, and not to bother her. G'raha gave a rueful smile. Home would have to wait a while longer yet.

#altani wol #altani writing #ffxiv oc #ffxiv #g'raha tia #auraaugust2023

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lunaevangeline · 2 years

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+ 1 with Iwaizumi Hajime

words: 700+ warning: a bit suggestive I guess (?), but not really.

You never knew being his wedding date could lead to something more "dangerous".

"Would you mind being my plus one?"

You, who currently drinking from a goblet, are about to spurt the water, coughing repeatedly. Iwaizumi panics and pats your back until the cough stop.

"What??" you retort, still not sure about whatever you've just heard.

He clears his throat, "I mean- would you like to be my wedding date?" Iwaizumi repeats himself, rephrasing his request to you.

You fold your arms in front of your chest, "Why tho, Haji?".

Yes, you've been a lifetime best friend with him and while he was busy with his work as the athletic trainer, he suddenly asked you out for a dinner and convey such an unpredictable request.

He sighs, "I just want to stop all the matchmaking games every time they found out that I'm still single, you know."

"Those boys can't stop rambling and meddling with my personal life."

You chuckle, "Oh, I see."

"Of course, there's no way he means anything right?" you thought to yourself, a slight of disappointment passing through your heart.

"So you would??" he leans his body forward, his eyes gleaming with hope.

Oh how can you ignore your best friend request, you are almost swayed by the look he gave you. But instead, you choose to play around a bit more.

"What can I get in exchange?" you replied in rather a challenging tone.

"Free food and a hot date?" He's not sure but he states the fact.

He's hot, you know it more than anyone that wrapping your hand around his arm will send you envious gazes from the girls.

But of course, you cannot go easy on him - not when he hadn't even noticed your long-time crush on him since high school.

"Free food? So my accompany is that cheap? I'm hurt, Haji." You shake your head, hands on your chest scrunch your dress shirt, pretending to be hurt.

"Okay okay," he raises his hands, gesturing like he wants to hold you back. "How about I will do anything you want after that?"

He notices how your eyes are gleaming at him now.

"Even if that means I have to accompany you watching that boring series you love," he adds.

"I will take you to the amusement park and that favorite parfait shop of yours with a long queue," he tries to increase his offer, doesn't realize that it means taking you to more dates.

But at this stage, maybe you have to surrender. You decide to take his offer and he will pick you up at a given time.

"How was it?" Iwaizumi asked, hand securing your back and escorting you to the front of your apartment door.

You grin, "It was fun, Haji. The men's volleyball team is so lively and a bit chaotic." The two of you exchange laughs.

"Yeah, you're right," he replied. "Guess the boys also love you, they asked me to bring you again to the next party."

"Oh, so it won't be a one-way ride then?" you chuckle.

He scratched his nape nervously, "Yeah, I think so."

"Of course, if that's okay with you. I'm gonna pay back too."

"In other words", you pause, "you asked for an extension of the contract?" you tilted your head. The cherry lips and crooked smile send him a shiver.

"If only you're okay with it."

"Of course, I'm happy to help you out." You smile sweetly, giving him another thump.

His eyes trace down from your sparkle eyes to your pointed nose, then to the philtrum, and to your lips. It's plump, there's a hint of red tint though the lipstick is almost disappeared.

"May I kiss you?" he blurts out his mind without thinking.

Your pupil dilated in surprise.

"I mean, as a practice. No pressure though." He touches the side of his neck, you've learned that it's a habit when he is nervous.

"So adorable," you thought to yourself.

"Okay." He didn't expect that you will say an okay so easily.

"We have to be convincing as a couple, right?" you continue.

He smiles with relief, "Right."

"So, you wanna come in?" You unlocked the door, opening the door leaf for the both of you.

His eyes are locking yours as he enters your apartment room. You know both of you are already yearning for each other.

"Of course." He has closed the door from the outside world.

The last time you feel is his hot breath, mumbling to your lips before you close your eyes.

"We have so much to learn tonight."

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azaleavi · 3 years

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Good morning

Summary: Bucky wakes you up in the best way possible.

Warnings: smut, +18, language, dirty talk, kissing, oral sex (f receiving), light fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms

Word count: 1.6k

Author's note: This is my first ever smut so please please give me feedback. I'm happy with anything even if you tell me it's not good as long as you explain why you didn't like it.

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18+ MINORS DNI

The crisp morning air hitting your naked body made you stir in your deep sleep. It wasn't cold, but you could have used a blanket. Which you were sure you had when you went to sleep the night before. You groaned, frowning as you reached out in search of the man next to you. When you didn't feel him you struggled to open your eyes his name leaving your lips.

You were almost fully awake when you felt something wet touch your knee, making you jerk. Looking down you were surprised by Bucky on his knees between your open legs, his mouth on your skin, looking back at you. Jaw hanging open, you sighed at the sight in front of you, moving your body closer to his as his lips were leaving a wet trail on your skin, going up your leg. His hands gripping your hips he nipped at your inner thigh.

"Bucky" your hands went into his hair with a sharp intake of breath.

"Let me make it a good morning for you, doll." his palms splayed on your inner thighs as he pushed them open to reveal your wet flesh. He blew cold air on your folds, making you tremble and pull on his hair.

"Please." you keened, back arching off of the bed.

"Please what?" he pressed his nose against your clit to inhale your scent. "Use your words, baby." his tongue darted out to give your already wet pussy a teasingly slow lick. "What do you want?" the mumbled into your flesh, making you writhe.

"I want you." you choked out. He hummed into you, making you move your hips upwards with a whimper leaving your lips. As a result of the movement his lips pressed more strongly against your folds as his metal hand left your hips to place his index finger at your entrance. His tongue continued to move up and down on your clit.

Sweat broke out on your body, the butterflies in your stomach going crazy at his touch. His tongue started moving faster as you came closer and closer to release without him having to do much. But he wasn't about to let you get what you wanted as he pulled away from you. The lower part of his face covered in your juices. Your legs trembled as he looked up at you fully immersed in your lust, mouth open and eyes half closed in desire.

"You are so fucking delicious" you looked down on him just as he dived in once more so fast that you couldn't help but let out a loud moan.

"Fuck, Bucky" his finger finally entered your body, your back arching with long breath. His thumb moved against your clit along with his tongue. Your brain no longer had control over what came out of your mouth as you went between moaning his name and just saying please. Another finger entered you, your eyes rolling back into your head at the sensation. The metal against your hot flesh felt like heaven. He was like a starved man finally getting his first meal as his lips moved on you fervently.

"Shit" you moved your hips for more friction, but his right hand held you down, making you let out a whimper. The sounds of your wet pussy became louder as he moved his finger in and out of you faster.

"I'm close Bucky, don't stop" your voice cracked as he started moving impossibly faster, his fingers hitting the spongy spot inside you, making you throw your head back with a loud whine.

Seeing how close you were he detached his lips from your clit and pulled his fingers out to spread you legs more open to give more space to his head. You whined at the lack of touch, but it quickly turned into a loud moan of his name as he strongly sucked on your clit.

"Bucky, fuck" your legs not being able to close because of his hand holding them open made it even more intense as his tongue pressed even more against your clit.

"Be a good girl and come for me, doll" you couldn't hold any longer as white hot pleasure tore through you, making you let out a scream and pull on Bucky's hair. Your muscles relaxed as you came down from your high, body sweaty all over, completely spent. Your hands left his hair to lay next to your head as you tried to catch your breath from the mind blowing orgasm you just had. He was always good with his fingers, but his lips were other worldly.

Your inner thighs burned from his beard giving you a delicious pain you didn't want to forget.

"I hope I made your morning better baby" he smirked as he climbed up to come face to face with you, his dog tags hanging from his neck and resting on your chest. Chuckling you pulled him in a passionate kiss, wanting to feel his soft lips. You tasted yourself on his tongue, making you groan into the kiss.

"Definitely better" you answered as he lied down next to you and draped his arm across your torso.

"Yeah? Then how about round two?" he whispered and smirked into your neck.

"With you? Always" you sat up to sit on top of him, his hand flying to your hips as he felt your still wet pussy on his abdomen. You lied on top of him your bare breasts pressing against his chest. You felt his now hard cock against your ass as you moved. "Someone is ready" you teased, but it didn't last long as he flipped you over in one swift motion.

"For you? Always" he rephrased your words, making you chuckle. His fingers found your clit again earning a moan from you. "You are always just so ready to take my cock huh?" he growled into your ear, your hips lifting at his words. "I believe I asked you a question" he stopped moving his fingers, waiting for your answer.

"Yes, yes I am" you managed to get out.

"Good girl" you whimpered at the praise. He knew how much you loved being called that during sex and he used it regularly. His fingers started moving again as wetness pooled between your folds for the second time this morning. You reached down between your bodies to wrap your hand around his cock and give him a few strokes. He hips buckled into your hand with a growl leaving his lips.

"I want to be buried inside your pussy not in your hand" he nipped at the skin on your neck as his hand left your clit to pull your needy hand away from him. You circled your hips in the air at the loss of contact, which he noticed.

"Look at you trying to get my cock inside you as soon as you can" he grabbed himself and positioned the tip at your entrance. "Is that what you want babydoll? For me to be inside that tight little pussy? You want to feel full of my cock?" he coated himself in the wetness between your folds, a moan leaving your lips.

"Yes please, Bucky, yes" you arched your back. He pushed into your warm heat as your mouth hung open in a silent moan. You welcome the familiar stretch in your pussy. A feeling only he can give you, his cock fitting you like a puzzle piece.

"Fuck you are so tight" he grunted at your walls tightening around his cock, taking all of him. He started rocking his hips into yours as he grabbed on of your legs to put it on his shoulder, giving him an entirely new angle. You moaned as he hit your g-spot, his lips kissing along your neck.

"There Bucky, oh god" you threw your head back, right hand gripping the hair on the back of his head as your left hand's fingers was intervened with his. He set a slow pace, enjoying every moment of your tight walls against his hard cock. The sounds grew louder as he picked up the pace after a while, skin slapping against skin, creating a obscene noise. You were getting closer and closer to your second orgasm. He felt your pussy clenching around him, a dead giveaway you were close.

"I can feel every part of your tight little cunt baby" his metal arm went to your clit and started rubbing it, your hips moving along his fingers, your lips moaning his name. "Let me feel you cum around me. Come on be a good girl for me" he moved faster, hitting the spot inside you which sent you over the edge, your mouth falling open as you came around him. He followed after a few snaps of his hips, cock twitching and filling you up with his seed with a loud moan leaving his lips.

Bucky fell on top of you, his huge body almost crushing you, but you liked to feel his weight on you. He rolled off onto his back as both of you tried to catch your breaths. He moved after a few seconds, his lips finding yours in a lazy kiss as you basked in the afterglow of sex.

"I think I should wake you up like this every morning." he grinned at your completely fucked out state as you barely had energy to move your head to look at him.

"You can if you let me sleep in afterwards" you replied, your eyelids dropping sleepily.

"Go to sleep, doll. Maybe I'll wake you up the same way again" he pressed a kiss to your cheek, but you were already out.

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sunwoo-hoo · 3 years

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↣ the boyz reaction to s/o feeling stressed

↳ a/n: hello my lovelies! we are back with another tbz reaction! side note, with every reaction i get it’s going to be canon with my ‘as your boyfriend series’ so keep that in mind when requesting. this is for the lovely anon who requested this. i hope you enjoy it. ☻ 18+ due to language

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↳ the boyz x fem reader

「 Lee Sangyeon 」

you normally weren’t one to get stressed out often but when your job decided to give you a promotion you weren’t expecting the extra workload it would bring

you got assigned to one of the major projects your company was working on and slowly but surely you felt your energy draining with each day passing by

even though sangyeon was extremely busy as well he was worried about you

after coming home from a long day of practice sangyeon noticed when you weren’t in the front foyer to give him his welcome home kiss like you usually did

as he walked to your bedroom he saw you sitting by the desk typing away at your computer

as he made his way towards you he squatted down slightly to give you a warm cheek kiss

“hey baby, how about you take a break huh? you’ve been working so hard, let me cook something for you” he insisted

“hmm? oh.. okay, i’m sorry sangyeon, work has been driving me up the wall lately i didn’t mean to shut you out” you mumbled

he gave you a small smile as he stroked your cheek before replying “don’t worry about it baby i just don’t want you to overwork yourself” he said

during your break sangyeon is cooking you dinner, listening to all your troubles and even trying his best to help you with your project. by the end of the night expect a lot of cuddles and kisses.

「 Jacob Bae 」

stress was something you’ve always experienced, especially being a university student finishing your final year

jacob was super supportive of your dreams always helping you study in any way he can

sometimes even distracting you to get your mind off it so that you wouldn’t burn out

but as final exams were just around the corner you were so stressed to the point that you cried and threw your book across the table in frustration

jacob turned his head and quickly took notice since he was only a couple of feet away reading a book which he swiftly set down and rushed to your side

“oh babe, don’t cry please, i promise it’s going to be okay” he whispered as he wiped your tears away

you completely broke down sobbing uncontrollably onto jacob’s sleeve as he held you close giving you hushed praise

“how about we go and rest for a little? a nap would be good for you” he softly asked as you simply nodded

jacob helped you up as you made your way to your bedroom where he made it relaxing as possible turning on the air humidifier and lighting a lavender candle. he also made sure that the curtains were closed so that the room was dark enough to fall asleep to

soon enough your drifting into a calming sleep in jacob’s arms.

「 Kim Younghoon 」

it had been 3 months since you’ve started dating kim younghoon, your relationship was everything you could’ve dreamed of. it was absolutely perfect with no flaws what so ever.

with all that in mind you started to wonder why you both hadn’t exchange i love you’s. you knew younghoon felt strongly for you, always making sure you were taken care of, constantly hugging and kissing you.

the whole situation started to stress you out and make you second guess everything

you loved younghoon but you had to admit you were a bit apprehensive on saying it first, since you didn’t know what younghoon’s response would be.

he could’ve said it back, or worse, not say anything at all.

one evening when younghoon was sleeping over your place you decided then and there that you were going to muster up your courage and finally say the three words you’ve been stressing over.

as you both were watching t.v his arms draped over your shoulders you looked up over at younghoon who was fixated on the drama that was playing. you cleared your throat

“younghoon.. i have to tell you something… something i’ve been wanting to tell you for awhile now” you announced hesitantly

as he looked over at you he adjusted his body to fully look at you face on

“really? i actually have something to say as well” he replied

your ears perked as you continued “how about we say it at the same?”

he nodded smiling before counting down “3…2…1..”

“i love you” you said “i’m in love with you” he whispered

you breathed the biggest sigh of relief before sliding in his lap giving him the softest kiss as you felt younghoon’s arms around your waist

「 Lee Hyunjae 」

your relationship with hyunjae was many things, exciting, passionate, intense. never in a million years would you think it would be stressful, or let me rephrase: you never thought it would be this stressful

you received a text message from hyunjae one afternoon saying that he needed to talk to you and that it was important

at that moment your mind was going through so many options on what it could be, your thoughts becoming worse and worse.

oh god is this it? he wants to beak up with me

did he cheat on me? i’ll fucking kill him if he did

oh my god what if he’s not in love with me anymore?

as your mind was going a mile a minute you finally broke out of your daze when your friend who you were out to lunch with told you that it probably wasn’t all that bad and that you should trust hyunjae.

when the evening finally rolled around you went to visit hyunjae just right when he got home from practice.

“hey baby” he smiled giving you a peck on the lips, giving him a small you replied “hey” back as you two sat on the sofa

“so what’s going on?” you asked as you were rubbing your palms against your knees trying to get rid of the sweat

hyunjae instantly noticed your anxious aura and grabbed your hands holding them tightly giving them a kiss

“well, we’ve been dating for almost a year now and i think it’s time.. for you to meet my parents” he said proudly

you blinked a couple of times as your brain still hadn’t registered the information he just said

“i want them to meet the girl i’m madly in love with” he continued

when you finally heard his words your first instinct was to hit hyunjae’s arm

“ah! hey! what was that for?” he shouted rubbing his arm

“jesus christ hyunjae i thought you were breaking up with me!” you shouted back

he laughed grabbing your waist pulling you close on his lap putting his head in the crook of your neck “i could never” he whispered giving your neck a light kiss

「 Lee Juyeon 」

to say that you were having a bad week was the understatement of the year.

it all started when you caught the flu, you felt horrible. it was constant sneezing, throwing up, runny nose, all of it.

you started to feel stressed when juyeon risked his safety getting sick to take care of you. you especially didn’t want him getting sick when the boyz comeback was nearly a month away.

you told him that you could take care of yourself, but juyeon didn’t take no for an answer.

you had to admit even though you were sick you couldn’t deny that you loved having juyeon with you 24/7 he was being the perfect boyfriend getting you tea, wet cloths for your forehead, and making sure you took your medicine every night.

“open your mouth, good girl” he praised putting the spoonful of medicine in your mouth

“you know if i wasn’t sick you would be saying those exact words another way” you teased coughing slightly

juyeon smirked and kissed your forehead in response

slowly but surely after a week you were starting to feel better but then your sickness hit juyeon as predicted delaying the comeback for nearly two weeks.

「 Kevin Moon 」

it was a hard month for kevin, the boyz comeback had just started and he was stressing over all the performances and interviews wanting to make sure that each one was up to his standards

it was so bad that all his stress levels were slowing creeping up on you making you become stressed yourself

it was starting to effect your relationship and you knew you had to do something quick before you and kevin would get into a fight you were not mentally prepared for

the comeback was closing in on it’s last week and you had decided to make one evening extremely special pampering kevin.

you decided to make his favorite meal, wearing your sexy yet tasteful red dress, with your black lacy bra and matching panties for later activities.

as kevin walked into your apartment he noticed you immediately smiling at your attire

“hey babe, what’s all this?” he asked pointing to all the candles and dim lighting

“what do you mean? can’t i do something special for the man i love?” you replied innocently walking up to him giving him a soft kiss on the lips

as kevin deepened the kiss your back found it’s way to the cold wall behind you as kevin started to trail kisses along the side of your jaw making his way down to your neck

you were excited it wasn’t often that kevin was a dom but you had pressing matters to attend to first

“k-kevin wait… i want to talk first” you whimpered as he finally reached your sweet spot

kevin stopped immediately to your words and gave you a quick peck on lips before nodding

you grabbed his hand and made your way to the dining table where the food was most likely cold by now and sat down on the chair

“kev, i just wanted to talk about how you’ve been so stressed with this comeback and everything it’s.. it’s starting to effect our relationship” you mumbled

he sighed and agreed “i know it has, and i’m so sorry for that babe” he said grabbing your hand as he continued “i’ll promise to be better about it, you know that i don’t want to ruin what we have. i love you”

you smiled feeling 100 times better about the situation giving kevin a kiss on the cheek

you lightly laughed as you pulled apart “the dinner is totally cold now by the way”

“let’s just order a pizza, it probably wasn’t that good anyway” he teased before you shoved him playfully in response

「 Choi Chanhee 」

what was suppose to be a relaxing day off spending it with your boyfriend choi chanhee it drastically changed into a nightmare

you both decided to spend the day shopping for some new clothes together

at first you thought it was a cute idea, thinking you would get matching couple outfits so that you can coordinate for the upcoming summer season

but it quickly turned into a stressful day when chanhee wanted you to try on every shirt, every dress, and pants, you were starting to regret this little outing until you finally snapped at him

“love, you would look so cute in this why don’t you-”

“no!” you yelled quickly covering your mouth at your sudden outburst in public

chanhee gave you a puzzled look not expecting your sudden change in mood

you quickly apologized not wanting to start a fight in public, pulling him to the side of the store where it was secluded from prying eyes

“chanhee… i’m sorry it’s just i’m tired i thought this would be fun but it’s stressing me out, it’s all too much” you sighed looking down at your shoes

chanhee pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear and lifted your head up with his index finger

“oh love, don’t apologize i should be the one apologizing i’m sorry for being excited, i just wanted to have a fun day with you, let’s go home okay?” he reassured kissing your temple

「 Ji Changmin/Q 」

you had it all planned out, you were going to introduce your friends to your wonderful boyfriend ji changmin

you ultimately thought that they should finally meet him after dating for nearly 4 months

at first you had no idea why you decided to wait this long, considering you already met all the members and were close to each of them

you were extremely nervous and stressed for their first interaction you just wanted everything to be perfect with smooth sailing

changmin was going to meet two of your closest friends who were also a couple themselves

it was a chilly fall day when you all decided to meet up at a nearby cafe changmin’s hand in yours trying to warm it up blowing on it while pressing kisses

“don’t worry babe, it’s all going to work out fine” he smiled easing your nervousness

when you finally made it to the cafe your friends were already waiting and quickly made introductions

they easily took noticed when changmin ordered your drink he knew you loved and paid for everything with his card as your friends gave you hushed whispers

“wow, he’s such a gentlemen” she gushed “yeah, and he even knew your order by heart” he replied giving you a thumbs up

you smiled when changmin returned with both of your orders giving you a cheek kiss when he sat down

to your surprise the conversation between the four of you went smoothly changmin easily wooing them with his charms and cheerful aura

your friends especially had a million questions when it came to his idol life out of general curiosity

changmin didn’t mind at all answering every single one with ease even laughing at the humorous ones

your heart melted at the interaction when you realized in the end you had nothing to worry about

「 Juhaknyeon 」

you knew juhaknyeon always loved your home cooking as he was always excited whenever he came home from practice knowing he would have a hot meal ready for him

but this time was different, you weren’t just cooking for him but cooking for his parents who so happen to be visiting you two

you met juhaknyeon’s parents before who were very down to earth and humble people always making you feel welcomed

but you had to admit you were a bit stressed trying to live up to the expectations

it was less than a couple of hours away before they would be arriving and you were running around the supermarket with juhaknyeon on your tail

“babe, slow down your gonna run out of energy” he grunted breathing heavily

“juhak you don’t understand your parents opinion mean the world to me, i want them to love my cooking” you said looking down at your hands trying to decide between the beef or pork belly

juhaknyeon gave you a side hug pulling you close “they are going to love whatever you make, because i love it too” he promised kissing the top of your head

when you finally made it back to the dorms and cooked up a storm that would’ve fed all 11 members juhakyeon’s parents finally made an appearance

after the quick greetings and the light scolding from juhak’s mother telling him to keep his room neater she finally took in your food spread

“wow! it all looks amazing [name] i’m sure it taste wonderful too” she smiled warmly pinching your cheek lightly

when you all finally sat down to eat you anxiously waited for juhakyeon’s parents comments

after a couple of bites juhak’s mother proudly exclaimed “it’s delicious [name] really! everything taste amazing, i’m so happy our son found someone who can feed him like this” she praised

you bowed your head thanking her for her positive comments as haknyeon grabbed your hand under the table squeezing it giving you a wink

「 Kim Sunwoo 」

you loved your mother dearly, but she was starting to text and call you nearly everyday about when you and sunwoo were finally going to get married

even though you loved sunwoo and were dating for a year and half you told her that it wasn’t a good time yet. sunwoo had major responsibilities when it came to his idol life

not to mention that you and sunwoo were still very young and just wanted to enjoy being together before you had to tackle even more responsibilities like marriage

you were laying in bed when you got off the phone with your mother after another hour long call

you sighed staring at ceiling fan feeling pressured and stressed when sunwoo walked in the bedroom

“hey babe, have you seen my adidas hoodie?” he wondered as he saw you looking emotionless at the ceiling

he hovered over you waving his hands across your face trying to get your attention

“hm? oh sorry it’s behind the door in the bathroom” you mumbled

sunwoo swiftly climbed on top of you resting his chin on your chest “what’s wrong babe? who was on the phone?” he asked

you hesistantly replied “it’s just my mother, she keeps wondering when.. well.. she keeps asking when we’re getting married” you laughed lightly

sunwoo smirked “oh really? close your eyes” he instructed

confused you did as you were told as you felt sunwoo get off you hearing the sound of the dresser opening

“okay now open” he said as you saw sunwoo with your own two eyes on his knee with a black velvet box in his hands

“sunwoo oh my god, don’t do this to me i-i’m” you stammered as you felt your hands begin to shake

he smiled and open the box where you saw a gorgeous sterling silver infinity ring with a small diamond in the middle

“[name] this isn’t an engagement ring, it’s a promise. a promise to always love you and cherish you, and to always respect you. i am going to marry you one day, when we’re both ready. i’ve never loved anyone as much as i love you” he vowed putting the ring on your finger

you then felt the tears flow grabbing his face with both your hands giving him a longing kiss falling back on the bed with him on top of you

as sunwoo began to take off his shirt that’s when you saw his necklace with the same infinity symbol as your ring

you smiled as you grabbed his necklace pulling him back down for another kiss

「 Eric Sohn 」

it was official you wanted to kill eric, he knew you were afraid of heights. yet he manage to persuade you on getting on an airplane to go to okinawa for a weekend getaway trip

you loved that he put so much thought into your weekend, making sure to pick the nicest hotel with a view by lots of restaurants and attractions

but you were beyond stressed, the only time you’ve been on an airplane is when you were little and moved to seoul from america, you barely remember the experience sleeping the entire trip

your body was shaking as you walked up the ramp finally boarding the airplane going to your seats

eric put away your luggage above the overhead bin and took the window seat hoping you would feel more comfortable being in the middle

as you took your seats your heart started to beat extremely fast and you started to breath heavily

eric took your hands in his “babe i promise it’s going to be okay flying is one of the safest ways to travel” he promised rubbing the side of your arm trying to calm you down

you nodded “no yeah your right i need to face my fears sometime” you bravely said

when the flight finally took off your nerves managed to subdued until you hit mild turbulence which freaked you out all over again

eric quickly grabbed his sleeping mask putting it over your eyes and large headphones with loud music trying to mask your senses which worked wonders as you lay your head on his shoulder

he held your hand tightly when you finally landed getting off the 2 hour flight

as you made your way to the hotel you were in awe of okinawa absorbing all the buildings and the mass of people walking by

you looked at eric “thank you eric this is amazing, i don’t think there’s anyone else i would trust to help me face my fears” you said bashfully

he leaned over and kissed your jaw “anytime babe” he murmured

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chaoslynx · 2 years

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22. "Boom! That's a victory in my book!" and MY MAN SHORTER LETS GOOOO

no pressure tho

"Boom! That's a victory in my book!" Shorter cheers.

Ash already has his head in his hands. "Shorter."

"That's my name, yes."

"Do you have any idea what you just did?"

"Solved your problem, that's what! You're welcome."

"Shorter."

"Still my name."

"You just caused so many more problems."

"That's what you think. I, on the other hand, happen to know that Eiji likes you back."

"You can't know that!" Ash cries, tearing his hands away from his face. "And even if you did, you told him in the worst possible way! Do you even realize that?"

Ash's phone vibrates, and both Shorter and Ash snap their heads down to look at the lit screen, displaying a locked text message from one Eiji Okumura.

"... Fuck," Ash breathes.

"Well, check it!" Shorter prompts. "What'd he say?"

"I don't want to look at your stupid fucking text again!" Ash says, picking up his phone anyway. He opens the chat with Eiji, confronted first by the text Shorter sent only minutes ago:

[Ash Lynx:] Hey hot stuff. So when are we gonna stop ignoring this thing between us and get to it?

But then, below that:

[Eiji Okumura:] Shorter, stop teasing. This is not funny.

Ash groans. "See? Look what you fucking did. He knew it was you." Ash holds the phone out to Shorter so he can see the most recent text.

Shorter reads the text on the screen. For, like, a solid minute.

"Look, I know you're fucking stupid, but it can't take that long to read seven words," Ash says, pulling the phone away.

"Check again, buddy," Shorter says, shit eating grin on his dumb face.

Even so, Ash relents, glancing at his screen.

There's another text from Eiji.

[Eiji Okumura:] Ash, I'm so sorry. I hope this didn't make you uncomfortable. Please know that I don't want anything from you that you are not happy to give me, regardless of how I might feel. You, your comfort, and your happiness are always my priority. No matter what Shorter told you, I'm happy with how things are between us now. You're my friend above all else, and I don't want that to change because my heart got a little ahead of itself. Please forgive me.

"What the fuck," Ash whispers.

"What's it say? I didn't finish reading."

"Holy motherfucking shit."

"What is it?" Shorter asks, leaning forward. "Come on, man, you know you can trust me."

"I think he likes me."

Shorter laughs. "Oh, yeah. I know. I've been telling you that for weeks."

"No, Shorter—you don't understand. I think he likes me."

"Uh ... yeah. That's what I said."

"Shorter."

"That still is my name, yep."

"Eiji likes me?"

"Dude."

"Like—he—?"

"Ash. Buddy. My guy. My good bitch. Text him the fuck back."

"What do I say?" Ash pleads, suddenly frantic as it sets in. "What if I misinterpreted it?"

"Your reading comprehension is, like, insanely good beyond belief. I'm sure you read it right. Plus, I already know he likes you."

"But Shorter—"

"Ash."

"What do I do?"

"Explain to him that you like him back."

"And then what?"

"Happily ever after, I guess? Don't ask me and my aromantic ass."

"He likes me," Ash breathes again, typing a reply with shaky fingers. "Holy shit. He likes me."

[Ash Lynx:] This is Ash. I'm sorry, too. That was Shorter earlier. But I actually do feel very strong affection and affinity toward you. If this is an inclination you share, I would like to escalate things between us on a romantic level.

[Eiji Okumura:] Can you rephrase that? I think I'm hearing what I want to hear.

[Ash Lynx:] I think I'm in love with you.

[Eiji Okumura:] Oh! I'm in love with you too! Do you want to go out with me?

[Ash Lynx:] Yes.

"Huh," Ash mumbles. "You were right."

"I knew I was," Shorter says, that same grin on his face.

"You'll be my best man at our wedding."

"I fucking better be best man to both of you after having to put up with your pining this whole fucking time. Alloromantics are the worst."

"As an alloromantic, I agree."

Ficlet starter lines!

#banana fish #shorter wong #ash lynx #eiji okumura #asheiji #prompt fill #when i started to read this prompt i was like 'please be for shorter' so thank you #i hope this works!#btw for those who don't know! 'alloromantic' is someone who's not aro :)#also everyone feel free to send more promtps! <3

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kjmsupremacist · 3 years

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prompt title: “tame me and spoil me”

( ´艸｀) thank u hehe ♡

(at long last lol... no longer taking titles for this game, but my requests are now open!)

tame me and spoil me - Taeyong/reader, rated explicit; mommy kink, spanking, face slapping, hair pulling, taeyong cries

“Taeyong,” you say softly, peeling his fingers off your arm. “Let me finish cleaning.”

“You can just leave them to soak,” Taeyong wheedles. “C’mon, I feel like I haven’t seen you all week.”

“The more you bug me, the longer it’s gonna take,” you say, and this gets him to relent, backing away to let you finish the dishes. “Good boys are patient,” you add for good measure. “Will you be good?”

“Yes,” Taeyong replies, though he sounds sullen.

The dishes are finally done, and you dry your hands off while Taeyong noses at your neck, looking for a kiss. You sigh, extricating yourself from his hold. “That’s not how you ask for something.”

“Want you to fuck me,” he says, which is not the answer you were looking for.

“That’s not asking,” you say.

“Will you fuck me?” he rephrases. “Please?” Okay, points for manners. “Before I die of neglect?” Points immediately rescinded.

He’s been handsy and needy since you first got home earlier this evening. And you get it. You’ve both been a little busy this week, and you both got home late most days, too tired to do much before collapsing in bed to sleep. But you also feel that he could stand to be a little less desperate, and at least let you have a peaceful dinner. Unfortunately, it seems like peace is far from his mind. It’s not such a huge problem—you guys can stay up late tonight, and you appreciate how much he wants you—but you still want to try to be responsible.

Still, you gesture for him to head upstairs. “Let’s be polite, okay?”

“I said please,” he says, tone saturated with sass, taking the stairs two at a time.

“You’re being awfully mouthy for a good boy,” you say, a gentle warning, as you reach the upstairs hallway.

You don’t doubt Taeyong understands the meaning behind your words; his eyes dance with mischief. “What do you mean?” he asks sweetly.

You sigh. “Just seems like you’re on a fast track to wearing my patience thin, that’s all.” You make a shooing gesture at him in the direction of your bedroom. “Go on, on the bed.”

For once this evening, he does what he’s told. You follow slowly, flicking the hallway light off and closing the bedroom door behind you. Taeyong is situating himself on your mattress, covers shoved to one side. His shorts are riding up on his thighs, revealing soft, tender skin. You clench your jaw involuntarily, turning away so he doesn’t see.

You pull open your intimates drawer and run your fingers along the line of strap-ons there, plucking up a medium-sized baby blue one. You want to be able to fuck him hard, and that will be difficult if you can barely move inside him. You grab the lube as well, then slide the drawer shut, and hook your fingers through one of the loops of your harness, finally making your way over to the bed.

Taeyong makes a delighted noise when he sees the strap. “I love that one,” he says, leaning back. You realize he’s been touching himself over his shorts when you weren’t looking; there’s a wet patch over the little bulge where the head of his cock is. His fingers are suspiciously close to it.

“You’re so impatient,” you say, nodding at his hand. “Do you even deserve it?”

He ghosts his hand over his cock. “You never said I couldn’t.”

It’s like he’s determined to push all of your buttons. “It’s bad manners, baby,” you say, keeping your voice level. “Touching yourself through your pants when you think I can’t see? It’s naughty.”

He’s wearing a somewhat smug smile. “I’ve been doing it all night,” he reveals. “I’m surprised it’s taken you this long to notice, really. But I guess it’s ‘cuz you weren’t being very nice. Weren’t paying any attention to me.”

Alright, that’s enough, you think. You drop the items on the bed and reach out for him with both hands. In an instant, you’ve flipped him onto his stomach. Taeyong squeals in shock, but you hear a little bit of giddy delight mixed in there. You yank his shorts down, pulling his ass up with the hand that’s still on his hip, and strike him hard. Taeyong cries out; you pause to lick your palm, and hit him again, right over the same spot.

“M-ommy,” Taeyong stutters out, sounding punch-drunk.

“Gave you a couple of chances,” you say, hitting the other side. “Sometimes you’re perfect, but other days it’s like you can’t be good unless I beat some sense into you first. Do I have you make you scared of me to make you behave?”

“You’re so hot when you’re scary.” You think it’s supposed to be a rebuttal. You hit him again, pretending not to listen. He keeps talking anyway, breath hiccuping with each impact. “And you know how much I like getting hit.”

“Couldn’t you just ask for me to rough you up a little? Instead of goading me into it?” you suggest almost wearily.

“It feels better when you’re mad.”

“I’m gonna kill you,” you say, pinching his ass. He yelps; it turns into a whimper when you release him and immediately spank the spot before it’s finished turning from white to red. He whimpers; it sounds unsteady, like he’s on the verge of tears. Serves him right. “Stay there,” you say, releasing him to reach for the lube. To his credit, Taeyong doesn’t move apart from trembling a little in place as you slick up a couple of your fingers.

You use your other hand to tug his shorts the rest of the way down. The fabric pools around his knees. His cock bobs between his legs, head wet with precome. In a way, you almost feel bad for him—he’s been teasing himself all night—but it’s his own fault, so you brush the pity aside. You circle his entrance with a lube-slick finger to help with the initial push in, and then press your finger inside.

Taeyong shudders. “Oh, fuck,” he mumbles.

You swat him with your other hand. “Is that what you say?”

“Thank you,” he rushes out. You spank him again, and he lets out a broken little sob. “Thank you, mommy.”

“Was it so difficult?” You move your finger slowly, letting him open up around you. He doesn’t reply, just sniffles.

Luckily, the spanking has made him pliant, and soon you have three and then four fingers pumping in and out of him with ease. You stroke over his prostate just to watch him shake, his cock twitching as it drools more precome.

“Mommy,” he whimpers. “Please, I—I’m gonna—”

“You can come whenever you like,” you say mildly, “as long as you think you can come again later.”

“I can, I can,” he pants. You curl your fingers against his prostate and don’t move them away, just pet over it until he’s sobbing and coming untouched onto the sheets. You watch the way his stomach expands and deflates as he tries to catch his breath. His little body convulses weakly as the last drop of come beads at the head of his cock, and he lets out a long moan.

“So pretty when you come,” you murmur, rubbing your thumb back and forth over his hip, almost absentmindedly. “Can you roll over on your back? Use your shorts to clean up a little so it doesn’t stain the mattress while I put this on.” You pull out, watching in satisfaction when his hole clenches around air.

Taeyong doesn’t verbally reply, but he does do as he’s told, so you let it go. You pull your clothes off and drop them on the floor at the foot of the bed, then reach for the strap on and harness and begin the sometimes-arduous process of putting everything together.

Luckily, it doesn’t take that long, and Taeyong’s preoccupied cleaning anyway, so by the time he’s balling his dirty shorts up, you’re ready. You take his shorts from him with a “thank you, baby,” and toss them in the direction of the rest of your clothes. You spread his legs, lining the silicone cock head up with his entrance, and push in with one easy motion.

He gasps when you bottom out; you guess he’s still sensitive from his first orgasm. But he doesn’t flinch away, just squeezes his eyes shut, hands fluttering at his sides.

Soon, though, he adjusts and his eyes blink back open. He reaches out for you, and, thinking he wants a kiss, you lean forward to indulge him as you begin to thrust into him, slow and gentle. Your lips have barely brushed his before his hands are all over your body, settling on your tits and squeezing hard.

You slap his hands away, pulling back. “Did we not just go over this?” you snap. “You need to be patient, and only use your hands when I say you can—on me and on yourself. What else do I have to do to get it through your dumb little head?”

Taeyong’s watching you through slightly unfocused eyes. “I can’t help it, mommy,” he slurs out. “I want you all the time.”

“You’re not going to win me over with flattery,” you reply. “You can want me and still behave.”

“Don’t know how,” he insists, lifting his head like he’s gonna try to sit up or something. You grab a fistful of his hair and yank him back down, twisting his neck to the side until you’re sure his scalp is burning. He chokes out another moan.

“Absolutely not.” You slap him clean across the cheek, pleased when fresh tears spill over his waterline immediately. You’re mad, but it’s so hot; you decide to stop fucking him and just start grinding against the base of the strap. He can come again if you’re feeling generous after you’ve satisfied your own arousal.

It still does something for him, of course; you’re buried deep inside of him, and your movements make the strap press against his walls. His cock is already half-hard again, slowly recovering; he strains against your hand even though all that’s gonna do is get his hair ripped out if he’s not careful.

You’d rather that didn’t happen, so you slap him again to keep him down. He falls back against the pillows with a soft moan, blinking his teary eyes open. The pressure against your clit is steady and good, and you can feel your thighs trembling.

“Mommy,” Taeyong whines, lower lip wobbling. “Hurts.”

You huff out a moan and let your orgasm take you, gripping his hair even tighter as your heartbeat stutters while hot pleasure spreads across your body and satisfies the ache between your thighs.

You hear Taeyong crying in earnest as you catch your breath, and you release his head, afraid for a moment that you’ve really hurt him. But he seems fine, mostly; he’s mumbling something, but it’s hard to pick out words between his sobs.

“I’m sorry, mommy,” he says when you realizes you’re looking at him. He reaches out for you limply—not a ploy this time, but a need for you to be close. You curl over him, cupping his jaw. “I’m sorry,” he repeats, whispering now. His eyes are glassy. “I always force you to punish me because I’m always bad.”

There’s real sadness there, and it breaks your heart. “No, no, baby,” you say. “You’re not bad; it’s just that sometimes you do bad things. And that’s okay.” You kiss his cheek and he whimpers. “I punish you because I know it’s what you need, not because I’m truly angry. I could never be angry with you.”

Taeyong sobs, holding you close. You kiss him again and again, tasting the salt of his tears. “Mommy,” he cries. “I love you.”

You smile. “I love you too, baby,” you say. “It’s okay. Don’t cry.” He hiccups quietly, but you can feel his breathing begin to slow. “Good. So good. Do you still wanna come?”

This catches his interest, and he even manages a smile. “Yes,” he says softly.

“Okay.” You give him one last kiss, then push yourself up a little for better leverage, and begin thrusting into him again.

He clings to you, moaning sweetly. The tears dry on his face, and there’s no trace of that sadness, or the terrible mischief, anymore. He looks blissful and content, sighing when the head of the strap hits home.

You wrap a hand around his cock, and it only takes a few more minutes before he’s coming, arching off the bed as he spills hot white over your hand and his chest.

You pull away, kissing him and promising you’ll be right back. You start the water for a bath, then carry him to the bathroom and leave him to soak there while you clean everything up. Once you’re satisfied with the state of the room, you rejoin him in the bathroom, climbing in beside him. The water is still warm.

“C’mere,” he says, reaching out for you. You scoot closer, humming happily. “Thank you,” he says.

“Anything for you, you little brat,” you say fondly. He giggles against your collarbone.

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chloe-skywalker · 3 years

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Why Am I Here? - Darth Vader

Darth Vader x daughter reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,612

Summary: Reader gets “”invited”” to spend some time with the Empire. For reasons only Darth Vader knows, but will he tell? Or keep her guessing.

Authors Note: I’ve been thinking of making a whole series with a similar plot. So I’m trying this imagine out see how people like it. If you do and want to see more like this or with a similar plot comment below or say something in a reblog!

P.S. Its my Birthday Month!!!! YAY!

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Y/n stood there confused as to why she was here. Nothing about her should interest the Empire. She never given anyone any clues or hints as to if she is with the rebellion.

But yet they came to her senate booth and asked her to come with them. Not that she would have had a choice anyway. When they brought her to a ship, from there they took her to as they put it ‘Where lord Vader is staying’. When the troopers escorted her to a room, they told her this is where she will be staying. In the room was a huge bed, a big bathroom, and a closet. A closet that was full of her own clothes plus some other outfits that were beautiful. But it wasn’t just the closet that had things she owned in it. It was the whole room. There was small things from her room at home scattered all over. All the thoughts in her head stopped once the door opened to reveal the man that had her brought here.

“Why am I here?” Y/n asked with a strong voice. She truly is curious as to why they took her from her home. “Do you talk or are you just gonna stand there?”

Vader just stood there staring at Y/n before asking. “Do you know who I am?”

“Of course I do. Your Darth Vader.EVeryone know who you are.” She nodded, the look in her eyes was very confused as to why he would ask that specific question. But there was another emotion that Vader couldn’t place.

“Is that all you know me as?” he asked trying to get a sense of how to approach why he brought her here.

“Should I know you as more than that?” Y/n tilted her head in more confusion and also now curiousness. What did he mean by that? Should she know him as more?

“You will be staying here awhile. I hope that this room is up to your liking. We’ll talk later.” With that statement, he turned to leave the room. It was obvious to Y/n that that was not the answer he was looking for from her.

“Wait-” Y/n started but he left the room before she could continue. There were more questions running through her head now than there were before he came in.

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“Lord Vader requests your presence.” A Stormtrooper stated as he entered the quiet room.

Y/n let out a sigh of annoyance. “You can tell Lord Vader that I decline his request.”

The Stormtrooper left reluctantly. Y/n was sure that was not the answer the trooper wanted. Nor Darth Vader.

After about 20 to 30 minutes the door of her room opened. Low and behold Darth Vader entered the room. Y/n couldn’t help but smirk a tiny bit at the frustration in Darth Vaders walk and demeanor. It was quite comical. “Hello to you too.”

“You declined. What makes you think you are allowed to decline a request from me?” Even though he concealed it well Y/n could tell Darth Vader was frustrated with her previous actions.

“Oh, I know that I’m not supposed to. But it got your attention now didn’t it?” she tilted her head with a smile tugging at her lips.

Vader’s suit let out what could be considered a sigh. “I’m assuming you have something you want to say.”

y/n nodded at his assumption. “I have questions.”

“You may ask them.” he moved to sit on the couch in the room he had provided her. Waiting for her to start asking said questions.

“Why am I here?” Was the first one and most obvious out of Y/n’s mouth.

“I have my reasons.”

“Are they valid for keeping me here without my consent?”

“Yes” Vader nodded

“Can I know the reasons?” Y/n asked to hope that she could get more than another one-worded answer.

“Soon.” he replied, smirking behind the mask.

“What does that mean?” Y/n groaned, this was getting her nowhere.

“You’ll find out soon.” Vader rephrased

“How far is soon?” she rolled her eyes at his vagueness.

“Have a goodnight, y/n.” Darth Vader stated as he got up and headed for the exit.

“Will we talk about this again?” Y/n asked standing up really quickly off the bed. Heading to follow him out the door.

“Soon.” Was the last word that left the Sith as he left, with the door shutting behind him.

“UUUUGGGGHHHHHHH” Y/n screamed, falling back onto the large bed. This was ridiculous. She was getting nowhere. Y/n had a feeling that she was going to e there for a long while. The least he could do was answer some of her questions if he was gonna keep her there. Hopefully, he will tell her more ‘soon’ as he puts it.

^ ^ ^

“You requested me?” Y/n snarked walking into what looked to be Darth Vaders room.

“I’m shocked you came. Your learning.” he seemed to snark back.

“Yeah, sure. Why’d you call me here?” Y/n questioned while switching her weight to one hip, moving her arms to hug around herself.

“Do you know my history?” Vader asked what was a very random question to the young woman.

“What do you mean?” she tilted her head in confusion.

“Before I became Darth Vader.” he elaborated, turning to face her.

Y/n shook her head, casting her eyes down as she answered. “No. i heard it was forbidden to talk about who you were before. So no one does.”

“To some people it is. Most in fact.” Vader agreed with her statement.

“But your gonna tell me?” Y/n’s eyes widened in shock.

“Yes.” It was a simple answer but it scared Y/n. What happens to people who know? That question just kept running through her mind.

“Am I allowed to know?” She asked after letting out a deep breath that was shaky.

“It’s my story to tell, Y/n.” Darth Vader smiled under his mask at her.

“Right” Y/n let out a light shaky laugh. It was one of their rare moments between them where whatever wall that separated them came down. Which Y/n didn’t know how to feel about. But Vader couldn’t help but feel immensely happy with those moments.

“Before the Empire, I was a Jedi. I didn’t follow the code completely. I was married, in secret to the love of my life. Right before the rise of the Empire, when things changed she was pregnant. I was to be a father. . . . She died in childbirth. Because of me. An I wasn’t there for her. I made a lot of decisions I regret, and that was one of them.” Vader explained, looking solemnly towards the floor as he thought about his past actions.

“What was your name?” Y/n asked once he stopped explaining, Some of the things he had just mentioned sounded very familiar. Her breathing picked up as she waited for his answer.

Vader decided to make a decision to show her his true face. No one has seen his face other than the Emperor since he turned from Anakin Skywalker to Darth Vader. Once the helmet was off Vader turned to face the young woman, maskless. “I think you know.”

“Oh my-” Y/n gasped moving her hands up to cover her mouth. So many thoughts running through her head.

“Y/n-”

Y/n held her hand up to stop him from saying more. “You know. You knew the whole time, and didn’t tell me! That's why I’ve been here this whole time. Isn't it!?”

Vader or maybe Anakin, could see how she was starting to feel upset. Betrayed even. But he knows she’s been held in the Empires custody long enough she deserved to know. “Yes.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked with a whimper.

“I wanted us to get to know each other first. Establish a relationship before I told you.” he explained, hoping she would understand. But he knew that it’d still probably take time with her. Over the last couple months they have been getting to know each other, just slowly.

“Well, I do know some stories about Anakin Skywalker. My father.” Y/n spoke after letting some time pass, playing with her fingers nervously, aware that things will forever be changed.

Vader- or Anakin nodded in understanding. She had put it together and now she knew why he took her and why he’s treating her the way he is. He walked up to her, giving her a small smile. “I know we have a long way to some with our relationship, but I would like to make this work..” Vader softened his stature trying his hardest not to seem intimidating to his daughter. Not wanting to frighten her. “I’ve missed to much of your life up till now. I’m not missing any more of it.”

Y/n looked him in the eyes still not sure about all of this. But something was telling her that he is being truthful, and that she could trust him. He has protected her since she's been there. “Can you tell me more about my mom? And about you, or at least who you use to be?”

“Yeah, sweetheart. I can do that.” He nodded, and couldn’t help how much his smile grew. The fact that she was willing to get to know him made his heart swell. She wanted him to tell her about Padme, he hasn’t been able to talk about her since he lost her. Maybe they could have a slightly normal father daughter relationship.

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anonymousfiction211 · 3 years

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Hancuffed together Chapter 3: ‘Free’

Summary: Loki and you were hancuffed together, because the team was sick of the two fo you not getting along. Today they come finally back from a mission, setting you ‘free’ from Loki. Word count: 2.579 words

Warnings: Smut, dubious consent, knifeplay, praise A/N: I wrote another chapter, hope you like it. If you have any ideas, suggestions or comments, please let me know :)!

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To say you were physically tired would be an understatement. Loki had you in a tight grip, still asleep. He had woken you two times that night to ‘play with you’ as he liked to put it. He was breaking you down. Each time you put up less of a fight and he was starting to push your boundaries. The truth is, you kind of loved what he was doing to your body. It was intense, even painful sometimes, but the pleasure was well worth it. His personality sadly hadn’t changed. He was still as arrogant, egotistic, moody, and snarky as he had always been.

You shook Loki awake, who just grumbled grumpily at you. ‘I’m hungry’ you said. He turned around to lay on his back, eyes still closed. ‘Sounds like a you-problem’ he replied. You sat up straight and tugged a few times at the cuffs. Loki sighed but got up with you. The two of you were eating breakfast in silence. Even tough you were fixing your eyes on your eggs, you felt Loki’s gaze boring into you. You were startled when the rest of the team loudly made their entrance. ‘Tony, you owe me 10 bucks’ Steve said. ‘Ho, ho, there is still time’ Tony replied. ‘So, how has the lovely couple been doing for the past two days?’ he mused. You both glared at Tony who put his hands up in defence ‘Let me rephrase, how are the two of you doing?’ he quickly said.

‘Fine’ you said irritated at Tony and Loki just nodded. ‘How was the mission?’ Loki asked. Natasha quickly explained that they were staking out and tracking some people of Hydra, but hadn’t had much luck. You were waiting impatiently until she was done. ‘So, can we take these off now?’ you asked holding up the cuffs. ‘Sure’ Steve said, motioning for Tony to take them off. ‘How do we know it worked?’ Thor asked them. Everyone looked at the two of you. ‘We’ve come to an understanding’ Loki replied for the both of you. A big smile appeared on Thor’s face ‘I say we keep them together for this day. To be sure they truly improved their behaviour’. If you could murder people by glaring at them, you had just murdered Thor. Before you could protest Loki had already agreed. If you disagreed know, they surely wouldn’t believe the two of you. ‘Can we just take them off for half an hour? So, I can take a shower?’ you asked. After the group had a quick discussion they agreed. But only if you and Loki would willingly put the cuffs back on after half an hour. If not, the two of you were on house arrest together for the rest of the month.

After you were free, even if it was for a short amount of time, you quickly walked to your room and locked the door. You got rid of your clothes and jumped into the shower. It felt good to have some alone time. After a while there was a knock on the door ‘You have 10 minutes left’ Tony said. ‘Just one more day, you can do this’ you whispered to yourself. You got out of the shower and dried yourself off. You walked back to the bedroom to get some clothes out of your closet. That’s when you saw a dark green bustier on the bed with a matching thong. There was a note next to it which elegantly spelled your name. You opened the note: See you in 10 minutes, kitten – L. There was no way you were wearing that. He could be such an asshole sometimes. You were wondering how he even got in here. You checked the door, but it was still locked. It donned on you that the both of you had your powers back. And this must be Loki’s passive aggressive way of telling you that he could go and come as he pleases.

You were absolutely furious at Loki. But two could play it this game. You got dressed and instead of the green lingerie you chose your red bra and thong. If things did get out of hand, and you had a feeling they will, he will be pissed at you for wearing his brother’s colours. After you got dressed you walked back to the living room, where Tony was already waiting with the cuffs. He had an amused smile on his face. Loki entered shortly after you, having a blank expression on his face. Tony cuffed the two of you back together and the rest of the team went about there day. You had to be honest, cuffed together with Loki was awkward at first, but now that the team was here it was a whole lot more uncomfortable.

The two of you settled down on the couch. You both were reading a book, but this time you both had different books and you were wearing more clothes than the last time Loki ‘wanted to read’. After a while Steve wanted to play a boardgame. At first you didn’t want to play, but Loki convinced you that it would be good to show the rest of the team you indeed got along. Thor and Clint joined you and you had to admit you had fun. Loki was friendly, relaxed and funny. You wondered why he wasn’t like that all the time or why you were the only person he didn’t treat like that. After dinner the whole team decided to watch a movie. You really wanted to go to bed, but would only do that once you were free.

You felt someone shaking your shoulder. You woke up and realized that you had fallen asleep during the movie. You blamed Loki for keeping you up all night. The most embarrassing thing is that you fell asleep on his shoulder. The rest of the team, except Tony, were already gone. Tony handed Loki the key and walked out of the living room. Loki grinned at you ‘Don’t for a second that when we’re not cuffed together that you’re free off me’. You sighed ‘Can’t we just leave these days for what they were?’ Loki seemed to ponder over the question, and while you were waiting for him to respond you realized, you didn’t know what response you wanted. You were holding your breath, waiting for him to answer you, which he took a long time doing. He uncuffed the two of you. You rubbed your wrist, it felt good to be free. Loki shot you a wicked grin ‘No, you are mine’

Your breath hitched and you got up, making your way back to your bedroom. To your surprise Loki wasn’t following you. You closed the door behind you, but knew he would be able to enter when he wanted to. You were startled when you heard a low voice right next to your ear ‘Going somewhere, kitten?’. You weren’t proud of it but shrieked a little. You were spun around and now facing Loki, who was towering over you with his dominant figure. ‘Or did you just forget what you agreed to yesterday?’ he purred. His eyes were sparkling full of mischief. ‘I- I said those things because you made me, I didn’t mean that’ you began to argue. ‘I think you did, you’re just too ashamed to admit it’ Loki said while smiling wickedly. You opened your mouth to tell him to get lost, but he grabbed you and slid his tongue inside of your mouth. You were getting lost in the kiss, the fight almost left you.

Then you realized you had your powers. You pushed him off you and immediately raised a shield around yourself. You thought Loki would be angry, but he seemed to be amused. A green fire bolt appeared in his hand and that’s when you realized, he also had his powers back. He shot the green bolt at you, making your shield crumble. ‘This isn’t fair’ you half yelled at him. He smile only widened, he knew it wasn’t. Your magical nature was healing, while his was that of a warrior. He was trained to fight, you were trained to help and aid. He grabbed you by your waist. You tried to form a magic bolt of your own, but when Loki bit down your neck, you lost your concentration and the bolt disappeared from your hands. He threw you down the bed. You tried to scramble away from him, but an invisible force tied your hands to the headboard. You were struggling against the invisible bonds, but they only tightened around you. ‘Stop struggling, kitten. You know you want this’ Loki sighed. ‘I don’t. Stop!’ you said to him. One of his eyebrows shot up ‘Really? You didn’t put up much of a fight’ he said. ‘I literally put a shield around me’ you argued. He just smirked at you ‘One of your weakest types of shields and you haven’t tried to paralyze me or anything. So, like I said you didn’t really fight me. We both know you want this’

With a wave of his hand Loki made all your regular clothes disappear, leaving you in nothing but your lingerie. Your red lingerie. You hadn’t seen anyone going from amused to furious so fast. The bonds on your hands tightened. Loki wasn’t saying anything to you, but his face made you absolutely terrified. You wanted to make him angry, but now that he was you felt like you made a dangerous mistake. In an instant Loki conjured up a knife and held it to your throat. ‘Looks like someone has been a very bad girl’ he growled in your ear. You started to panic, not daring to move an inch. ‘I’m sorry, I’m so sorry’ you whispered while fighting back tears. Loki was sliding the knife against the length of your throat. ‘If you’re so sorry, why do it in the first place?’ he asked you. You really wished Loki wasn’t the God of Lies right now. But since he was, you decided to just be honest. ‘I wanted to make you mad’ you said meekly. Loki laughed darkly ‘Well, you have succeeded’

‘I’m s- sorry’ you began to sob. ‘Since you’re new at this and you seem to understand the gravity of your mistake, I will let you off easy’ he purred. His hand grabbed your hair and he pulled hard, making you bare your throat to him. ‘But let me be clear, don’t let it happen again’ he said. ‘Yes’ you replied. He let go of your hair and you relaxed a bit. You felt the tip of the dagger against your throat, which made you tense up again. ‘Now, stay very still or this is going to be a very painful experience’ he commanded you. His blade travelled downwards over your chest, between your breasts. It slid effortlessly through your bra and your breast sprung free. You tried to keep your breathing even, but were startled at how sharp the knife actually was. Loki smirked when he saw your breasts and started to slide the knife around to play with them. Still extremely scared you couldn’t help that tears were running over your cheeks. When Loki looked up at you his expression changed, and you would almost say he was looking concerned.

With his other hand he strokes the tears from your face. ‘Sssh, there’s no need for that darling. You’re doing great so far. Just relax and trust me’ he told you with a soothing voice. Like it was the easiest thing to do right now. You did notice that the pressure of the knife slightly decreased. Loki was sliding the knife up and down your stomach, right above your panties. You took a deep breath and relaxed as much as you could. ‘That’s it, just submit to me’ he purred. Loki slowly cut through the sides of your panties. The sight was somehow quite erotic. The fabric fell from you and Loki withdrew the knife. ‘You did really well, kitten’ he praised you. Loki spread your legs further and placed himself in between them. The invisible bonds faltered, and you laid your hands on his chest. He gave you a smile, which you thought looked quite genuine.

He bent down to kiss you. It started out slow, but he got hungrier and started to kiss you faster. You enjoyed the way his lips felt on yours and how he tasted. You felt his hardened cock nudge at your entrance. You involuntarily bucked your hips, trying to get him inside of you. Loki chuckled darkly against your lips ‘I knew it’ he said in between his kisses. You felt him slowly pushing inside of you, making you moan very loud. Loki had left your mouth and was kissing you up and down your neck. You felt him smile against your skin when you moaned. He started to thrust in and out of you. He stopped kissing you and sat up straight. He was quick to put one of his legs over his shoulder, giving him a better angle. With every moan you made he thrusted faster inside of you. You heard him starting to mutter things under his breath, but you were too far gone to register what he was saying. His hand sought out your clit and you cried from pleasure when he started to stroke it lightly. ‘Please, Loki please make me cum’ you begged him. A little bit surprised that the words left your mouth before you could think about it. Loki seemed to be very pleased with your reaction and puts more pressure on your clit. He himself started to moan and you knew he was as close as you are. After a few more thrusts you walls clenched around his cock and you came hard. It triggered Loki’s own orgasm and you felt his seed spilled inside of you.

Loki pulled out of you and cleaned the both of you up with a hand gesture. That was an upside of Loki having his magic back you thought. He shimmered himself a pair of pyjama pants and laid down in your bed. You just stared at him ‘You’re staying?’ you asked him. He laid on his back, a hand behind his head, looking up at you. ‘Of course, I am’ he said, like you were stupid to even think otherwise. ‘I do suggest you wear something tonight, or you won’t be getting any sleep’ he purred. Not really sure how to get him out of your bed, you decided to let him sleep in your bed for this one time. You grabbed your own pyjama from underneath your pillow. It existed of a pair of black shorts and a red top. You were staring at the top and back at Loki. He was having an amused look on his face, wondering what you were going to do. After you put on the shorts you still were holding the red top. Loki cocked an eyebrow, giving you a ‘really?’-look. When you saw it you quickly threw the top on the ground and got under the blankets with him. He pulled you close so your head was on his chest. ‘Good girl’ he whispered. You snuggled closer to him when he said that, hearing him chuckle. He started to stroke your back and play with your hair, making you fall asleep fast.

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daichi sawamura

Orgasm Denial

“It was a joke babe!”you grab the arm of your partner to try and ease his anger but he roughly pulls his arm from your grasp.

“A joke (first name)? You were all over that basketball captain scum.”he turns to you halting your movements, his frame towers over you and his eyes burns with jealously and anger. He was not happy with you but in a twisted way you liked it.

You might have pushed too far, it was meant to be a joke to see how much patience your dear captain had. With the situation right now your plan had worked for the better as a pleasurable shiver racks your body.

Your parents were out of town for a few days so you invited your boyfriend to stay over, you excitedly fiddle with the keys to your front door before pushing it open. You let the fuming male enter and he removes his outer coat and shoes before staring down at you. He walks off to your bedroom and you follow him excitedly like a good girl.

As soon as you enter your room, he gently pushes you against the hard wood of your door, “Why don’t you be a doll and strip for me.”his voice drops an octave and you can’t help the heat that pools in your panties, you had to bite your lip to stop yourself from moaning. “Your clothes aren’t gonna strip themselves,”he grips your neck forcing you to look up to him, your hands work on your uniform but he wasn’t satisfied.

A scream leaves you as Daichi rips off your clothes leaving you in just your white lacy panties. He presses your back against the wood harder, other hand cupping your breast roughly,”do you want a worse punishment? Is that it?”his tone taunting you and his fingers finds your lower lips teasing your slit. Thumb roughly pressing on your little nub, your eyes roll back as he slides a thick finger inside, pumping at an alarming pace, your pussy clenches and stretches as he eases another.

Your legs tremble when his fingers graze your sweet spot, your mouth falls open as you feel the burn of your high and you’re chanting your partner’s name but just as the coil snaps Daichi withdraws his fingers and any trace of your orgasm was gone. You look at him in question but the dark smirk on his lips answers you, this was your punishment. His lips find yours in a bruising kiss and again his fingers glide over your slick pussy before slipping in, lewd sounds fill your room.

His fingers go at a slower pace this time but his thumb presses on your clit and the sensation has you raking your nails down his back, with your reaction his fingers fasten their pace and the stroking of your clit becomes rough urging your orgasm faster but just like before his fingers were gone and you were desperately trying to rub yourself on him to get any form of friction, you grit your teeth in frustration as he builds you up again.

This continues on, over and over. Your orgasm denied one too many times that your body falls limp on the ground, legs too jelly and mind all mudded, you were going insane, so you plead to your partner, “Dai please!”

“Are you gonna be a good girl now?”

sugawara koushi

Anal Sex

“Ano (first name)-chan, I was wondering if we can try something tonight?”you look up to your grey haired partner in curiousity,”try what Koushi?”moving over so your legs are on both sides of your boyfriend and you’re sitting comfortably on his lap.

He takes a strand of your hair before tucking it behind your ear,”anal,”your eyes widen, you knew your boyfriend was wild in bed but you didn’t think he’d ever suggest this, he didn’t seem like the type.

“Ehh? Koushi you want to try anal?”you rephrase his words, you were not sure if you heard him right,”yes, I want to feel your tight ass on my cock.”his words make you squirm in his lap and heat travels your core.

“I-I”you didn’t know how to respond, his hands grope the fat flesh of your ass, he grips your ass cheeks ever so often spreading them apart. A soft mewl escapes you and you flush pink, Suga burrows his head in the crook of your neck, leaving wet and hot kisses.

He continues to massage your ass as he rocks your body on his growing erection, thumbs slipping under the soft material of your lacey panties to tease and you lean up to kiss his lips and he takes it as an opportunity to move your panties to the side.

Slipping a long digit in your achy entrance,”I guess my sugar wants to try, your pussy is dripping.”he chuckles pushing a second finger in you. “Get up sugar,”he taps your thighs and you move, he rummages in his bag before pulling out a small lube bottle.

“On all fours.”you’re quick to move placing your knees on the couch while your hands rested on the neck rest. You hear the bottle cap open and you jolt from the cold sensation of the liquid on your tight ass muscle. His fingers circle around the hole before pushing a finger in, the feeling was uncomfortable at first but he starts a slow pace, helping you stretch.

Once he thinks your all prepped and stretched out, you turn to him and he’s covered his cock in lube, he meets your eyes and it’s swirling in lust, ”Are you ready sugar?”you only nod your head, one hand gripped your hips and the other guiding his engorged organ to your hole.

“Fuck all nice and tight.”the tip of his cock slips in and you clench your eyes shut from the slight pain as a tear slips down your cheeks,”just relax sugar, everything will feel good,”his hand moves to your clit rubbing it you were overwhelmed with pleasure and hints of pain.

He slowly moves testing your reaction but you mewl in pleasure and he takes it as a sign to start rocking his hips into you, the sensation was both pain and pleasure. “Sugar so fucking tight I love it,”he pulls you against his chest and you sink deeper on his dick.

“So deep Koushi,”you moan bouncing on his cock, you arch your back leaning your head on his shoulder,”play with your boobs for me sugar,”his smooth voice rings in your ear and you follow his command. It only intensifies the pleasure you felt and your clenching hard on his dick, he groans in response and presses even harder on your puffy clit occasionally slipping a finger in your pussy.

“Sugar I’m gonna cum, are you close?”Suga was breathless but his thrusts were unwavering, pushing himself deeper in your ass you can only nod in reply, tweaking a pert nipple it sends you over the edge, the pleasure was overwhelming and your orgasm hits you hard that you limply fall forward. He grips on your hips, spasming out before his own orgasm was triggered.

Filling your hole with his hot cum, you’re both breathless and forms both slumped on the couch. He pulls out and massages your ass allowing his cum to dribble out of your hole and an animalistic groan leaves his throat.

“Look at that”

asahi azumane

Thigh Riding

“Azu-kun.”you turn to your long haired boyfriend, he hums in reply before setting his pencil down and giving you his attention. You both have been doing homework and you were bored,”I wanna do something else.”you pout as you lean your frame closer to Asahi.

“What do you want to do?”his eyes meet yours, so innocent you thought, tongue darting out to lick your lips as filthy thoughts cloud your mind. “I have a few ideas.”you run your hand on his clothed thigh, stopping just before his crotch, he visibly shivers and his eyes widen.

“(first name) we can’t, we’re not ready I don’t have a condom with me.”his cheeks flush and his eyes widens,”aww Azumane, please I’m horny,”jutting out your bottom lip, he looks away before sighing in defeat, you beam in excitement.

“How about a compromise? Hmm? Come fuck yourself on my thigh?”his eyes darken, he moves to sit up right and gestures you to remove your bottoms, you eagerly comply before sitting yourself on his thigh. You mewl as the rough demin meets your pretty clit,”fuck your self (nickname).”he sits back on the couch, watching as you drag your body against his thigh, whimpering when he plays with your clit, you rock body for more friction and it has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Fuck Azu, it feels so good,”your grip on his shoulder tigthens as he now helps you move on his thigh, a loud moan escapes you when he flexes his thigh and grinds you harder. “Is this what you want?”his tone teasing as a smirk plays on his lips, admiring the sight of you, a large tent forms on his jeans but he ignores it as he focuses on you.

Only moans arise from you, he leans to kiss you catching your moans, your head rolls back drowning in the stimulation on your clit, his jeans had a small wet spot from where you’ve been grinding your pussy on, it just made you more wet.

Fuck it was you making a mess on him.

“Come on baby cum on my thigh.”he bounces his leg upwards sending you into your orgasm, your walls clench over nothing as your fluids spill on his jeans creating an even bigger wet spot. But you weren’t the only one who made a mess, Asahi had cum in his jeans.

“Shit that was so hot”

nishinoya yuu

Massage

“(nickname)-chan, can you rub my back? I feel sore,”you tear your eyes away from the television to your boyfriend. He was laid on his stomach, his neck craned to look at you,”yeah sure.”you shift to sit on his lower back, legs on either side of him.

You palm his broad shoulders, easing out the knots on his back, one particular spot had him groaning in pleasure and the sound sent sweet shivers down your spine. You continue to rub the spot, enjoying the sexy sounds of your boyfriend, “Yuu do you want me to massage you in a different area, like the front of your shoulders?”you played innocently as you suggested the idea to your boyfriend, you were feeling a little frisky.

“Uh, sure.”you get off him as he turns his body to lay on his back. You settle yourself on his lower stomach before pressing on his shoulders once more, he stares at you intently and your cheeks flush pink, “I’ve got another sore place for you to massage baby.”his voice drops an octave lower and you can’t help the sweet clench of your pussy. “Right here baby.”he takes your hand and runs it over his stiffening cock, you grip his length stroking him through his sweats earning a lovely groan.

You shift yourself lower and with nimble fingers you pull the elastic of sweats and underwear exposing his leaky slit. You drag your tongue over the salty tip before you engulf just the head in your mouth, sucking and stroking the base of his cock. “You look so pretty down there baby.”he pushes your head lower on his dick and you hollow your cheeks to accommodate more of his length.

You push your tongue on the prominent vein and your hand cups his balls, slowing massaging them in your delicate hands, earning such lewd sounds from your boyfriend, “Am I doing a good job massaging you Noya?”the vibration from your throat sends pleasurable shivers down his spine and he bucks his hips up and his dick knocks the back of your throat, tears prick at your eyes.

“So good but I want your cute little cunt to massage me baby.”he pulls you off his cock and you take the hint, sliding your panties down your legs and lining yourself up on his throbbing cock. His cock easily slips in and his full length was deep in your pussy, you begin to rock your hips.

He was so deep inside you, caressing your unprotected cervix everytime you slammed back down on him, his hands find purchase on your hips gripping harshly. He was becoming needy as he bucks his hips up to meet yours and pulling you harder down on him, your head lulls back when he hits your g spot.

“Noya there, right there please!”you mewl nails digging into his well built chest, he has taken full control and moves his thumb to rub figure eights on your puffy clit, your breast bounce as he continues his abuse on you, a strangled moan leaves your lips and you see stars as your orgasm racks through you. Love juices spilling onto his balls and to the couch, Nishinoya thrusts up a couple of times before spilling his cum inside you, painting your insides a pretty white.

“You definitely need to give me more massages baby”

tanaka ryuunosuke

Phone Sex

You stir in your sleep as your phone noisily vibrates on your nightstand, you sit up and pick up the phone.

It was 3:30 am

Without looking at the caller you pick up the call,”hello,”you rub the sleep out of your eyes,”hey sweets, can you help me out?,”the deep voice of your boyfriend sounds on the small device.

“Ryuu what do you need help in?”you scrunch eyebrows in worry,”can you touch yourself for me sweets, I’m so horny for you.”his voice rasps and the thought of your boyfriend all hot and bothered woke you up and got you needy.

You start to feel the heat and your insides burn with need, you slowly slip you hand down your stomach towards the edge of your panties. “What got you so horny?”moving your hand now inside your underwear slowly rubbing your sensitive clit,”I just couldn’t stop thinking of your body, sweets,”he groans and your eyes shuts at the image of him stroking his hard length.

You rub harsh circles on your clit at the sounds of your boyfriend,”turn on your camera baby, I wanna see you play with your pussy.”you press the camera button and move your phone to face your sopping pussy. “Fuck sweets, my dick would easily slide in you.”your eyes rolls to the back of your head, pussy clenching at the thought of his fat cock inside you.

You slip two fingers in and spreading your lips to show Tanaka how sopping wet your pussy was,”touch your boobs for me, yeah?”Fingers moving up to pinch on your already hard nipples earning soft mewls from you. You speed up your fingers, lewd sounds leaving your pussy.

You look to Tanaka and his hips were thrusting into his hand, the sight was one to drool over, the soft glow of the moonlight left an almost Godly look on Tanaka. Your high was close as the coil in your stomach tightens and you knew Tanaka was close too his fisting had become sloppy. “Ryuu I’m close,”your fingers sped up, now using your other hand to pinch and play with your clit to draw you closer to your orgasm.

As the coil snapped, you came and a pornographic moan leaves your lips and your orgasm washes over you. Not too long after Tanaka orgasms, his cum coating his stomach and hand. He flashes you a smile bringing the phone to his face and you do the same.

“Fuck, I came so hard for you sweets”

kageyama tobio

Face Fucking

Your bedroom door roughly swings open, the sound startling you, there stood the fuming frame of your boyfriend.

Oh my was it a hot sight.

“What’s wrong Tobio?”you get up from your spot on the bed, circling your arms around the waist of the blue haired setter. His arms encase you,”Hinata boke! Got us kicked out of the gym again!”his fingers dig into your sides, sure to leave crescent shaped bruises.

“Do you want to cuddle until you feel better?”you look up to the male, lightly kissing his jaw, occasionally sucking on the pale skin. “I can think of a few ways.”Tobio nudges your body downwards until your knees are on the floor and you’re face to face with his growing bulge.

He roughly grips your hair, eyes dark with frustration and lust,”you know what to do princess.”your hand palms his cock through his shorts earning a throaty groan, you play with the hem of his shorts before tugging them down.

His cock slaps against his flat stomach, standing tall and erect with beads of pre cum leaking at the tip, you feel yourself salivate as you grip his base and balls lightly squeezing them. You look up at him through your lashes as you slowly take his tip in your warm mouth.

A delicious hiss encourages you to take more of him, lightly grazing your teeth before releasing his length with a pop. “Such a good princess for me.”he takes his cock and smacking your face with it, smearing your face with saliva and precum. “Open up.”you follow and stick your tongue out, he slaps his heavy cock on it and you take him in your mouth again.

You hollow your cheeks taking more of his large size, you graze your tongue on the underside vein earning a low groan from your boyfriend. You bob your head, starting with a slow pace but Tobio had other plans, he pushes your head forcing himself into your mouth, tip touching the back of your throat.

Your hands move to his thighs to stop him from thrusting hips but he was stronger than you, he slams his hips and you gag from the force but he continues on,”that’s what I like to see, my princess such a mess,”he groans and his eyes almost pitch black, he starts fucking your throat and tears stream down your cheeks but you continue take his dick.

His hips start to stutter and his pants become more erratic, you knew he was close, your jaw was sore and drool falling from your filled lips. “Fuck princess, I’m so close.”his grip tigthens around your head, pushing you closer to his hips, his thighs still and the overwhelming salty taste invades your mouth.

“Swallow it”

hinata shouyo

Love Making

You run your hands down the sculpted abs of your boyfriend, groaning as you palm him through his boxers. “Shouyo can you fuck me?”your lower lip trapped between your teeth as you squeeze your thighs together to ease the burning ache.

He tilts your chin up and drops his head to kiss you, the kiss was slow full of passion, his tongue drags across your bottom lip asking for entrance and you grant it, you moan at the taste of him. Pushing yourself harder on him to get more but he pulls away.

“Let me show you how much I love you.”he shifts on top of you, his hands gently caressing and making his way down your body before hooking his fingers in the waistband of your shorts. Leaving you bare for his eyes to feast on, he hums when he runs his thumb over your slick slit, pressing hard on your swollen clit.

“Hnn Shouyo, please”you whine, his movements slow dipping just the tip of his finger,”let me take care of you,”he presses open mouthed kisses on the inside of your thighs before it meets your hot opening, ”fuck Sho!”you moan, his lips greedily sucking on your clit and fingering your tiny hole.

Your core tigthens and eyes squeeze shut, your climax was approaching, your fingers find themselves in Hinata’s orange hair tugging as your toes curled. Orgasm hitting you like a freight train you chant his name like a prayer and he detaches from you, fingers leaving your pussy with such lewd sounds.

“Feel good pretty girl?”you weakly nod your head and he moves on top of you resting his weight on his forearms, your fingers pull on the hem of his boxer briefs desperate for him to strip them off. A hearty chuckle sounds from your partner before he quickly kicks off his underwear.

His thick cock standing proud, you cup his shaft moving your hand to stroke him but he catches your wrist and trapping it above your head. You watch him as he grips his own shaft stroking himself before lining up to your hole. You feel him push his tip in before slowly bottoming out, full length stretching you but he doesn’t move you whine pussy clenching around him.

You shriek in pleasure when he pulls back and connects your hips again, his movements were gentle and sweet. You lock your ankles around his back drawing you closer to each other. It brings a delicious groan from Hinata, your back arches and your pussy squeezes him from the delightful sound, “you like me deep babe?”you can only nod too immersed in pleasure, you’re completely out of it.

Your high begins to build up, nails digging into his shoulders for support, he dips his head to give you a sensual kiss but it only makes his dick go deeper. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and without warning you’ve come undone triggering Hinata’s own orgasm. His warm cum fills your insides, pumping a few more times before pulling out and falling next to you.

You both lay panting basking in the afterglow, you card your fingers through his sweaty hair before placing a soft kiss on his forehead.

“I love you”

tsukishima kei

Size Kink

*tap* *tap*

You sit up from your bed looking over to your nightstand reading the red glowing numbers of your clock, it read 1:15 am. Your phone lights from beside the clock and you reach over to it, your phone was blowing up with messages from a certain tall blonde middle blocker.

‘Oi ばか (baka)! Open your window’

You glance at your shut window and a pebble makes contact with it emitting a small tapping sound, that’s what woke you up. You throw your covers off you and slide up your window, there bathing in the moonlight was your boyfriend, he gestures to his phone before yours starts ringing.

Swiping the green icon and pressing the small device on your ear, ”kei what are you doing here?”you ask as you continue to watch the male below you. “Open your door,”he points to your front door, you nod your head before quietly exiting your room to open the front door.

As soon as the door unlocked Kei pulls you in a heated kiss, hands in your hair gripping roughly, biting your lower lip in desperation. You break from the kiss, ”Kei what are you doing?”his hand wraps firmly around your wrist dragging you to the direction of your room.

Once inside, his hand travels to your cotton shorts, slipping his long fingers in your pink panties rubbing your sensitive little nub, you can feel his hard cock pushing on your stomach. “Kei please.”a breathy moan escapes you, ”quiet down pipsqueak, you don’t wanna wake your parents.”he pushes your pants down allowing the cool air to hit your heated center.

“Jump up,”he taps your ass and you immediately follow his request, he carries your tiny frame before throwing you on your bed, his eyes rake your body. He cages you between the bed and himself, his lips finding your neck and sucking harsh love bites into your skin. You claw his back when he blows cold air on them, his large hands roughly groping your breast.

“Kei please, I want you.”your back arches, he was teasing you too much for someone who came to your house horny and a dark smirk rests on his handsome face. He sits up stripping himself of his clothes, his erection stands large and tall in all its glory, you feel yourself drool at the sight earning a delicious laugh.

“Suck my cock pretty, get it nice and wet for me.”he pulls your hair positioning your head so you’re facing his stiff cock. You slip the leaking tip in your mouth, giving him a small suck before struggling to take more of him in. He pulls you off his dick, golden eyes shinning,”look at you, struggling on this fat dick,”he snickers, pushing your body to lay on the bed.

He lines himself up,”Kei I just want your big cock in me,”you mewl, he rubs the tip teasing you further but you move your hips and the head slips in earning a moan from both of you. He tsks at you before slamming the rest of his long length, walls stretching to accommodate his size, “Shit babe, your little cunt is struggling to take me in.”he thumbs your clit harshly, admiring your squirming form.

A low growl rips through Tsukishima as he presses down on the bulge on your tummy, mesmerised at how deep his cock is in you, biting your lower lip to hold in your mewls as his pace begins to pick up and the coil in you tigthens. Hips now relentlessly slamming against yours for sure to leave you sore, “Are you close?”he breathlessly whispers, your pussy clenches and your nails claw at his biceps as he slams deeper into you, kissing your g spot harshly and sends you seeing stars as your orgasm crashes on you.

“Fuck fuck fuck kei!”His hips stutters, he helps you ride your orgasm before spilling his hot load inside your abused cunt, his hand again pushes down on your lower tummy watching your cunt leak of him and your juices.

“My tiny tiny pipsqueak so pretty”

yamaguchi tadashi

Mutual Masturbastion

“Tadashi?”you had let yourself in your boyfriend’s house, he gave you his key so you can visit him anytime.

No answer, that’s odd he said he’s be at home all day, you venture deeper in his house heading for his room. Just as you were about to knock a low groan halts your actions, soft grunts continue to sound from the door.

You slowly push the door open and you’re greeted to a tasty sight, your boyfriend had his back against the headboard, delicious abs on display and his thick cock wrapped up in his hand as he jerks himself off.

“Fuck (first name).”he moans your name still unaware of your presence, the man before you had you clenching your thighs in need. You curse under your breath, you were getting turned on and you were sure your panties were ruined by your slick.

He opens his eyes and they meet yours his movement still as his cheeks burn a darker shade of red. “(fir-first name)!”he moves to cover his manhood, you sit yourself on the edge of his bed, you reach out to stop him.

“It’s so hot Dashi,”you moan out as he slowly begins to stroke himself again, you bit your lip as an uncomfortable heat settles in your core, “touch yourself for me (first name),”his eyes darken and his hand finds itself on your neck pulling you close before connecting your lips in a sensual kiss.

You break away and he tugs at your sweats, urging you to strip your clothes you comply and slowly remove your clothing giving him sexy show. “So pretty,”he grips on your waist, running his fingers over your already wet pussy, he collects your arousal and smears it on his still hard cock.

Shit that was hot.

He jerks his hand and you sit back with your legs spread for him to view. You delicately run your fingers over your slit, eyes trained on the jerking motion of Yamaguchi. The sight was so pornographic, a thin layer of sweat covers his body and his head is rolled back as soft groans leave his lips.

You slip two fingers in, masturbating to the view of your boyfriend.

Your pussy clenches on your fingers before the feeling of tension being released in your core overwhelms you. Lewd squelching noise fills the room as you finger yourself through your high, toes curled and eyes clamped shut. Your attention shifts to Yamaguchi when he moves to kneel infront of you, his body stills and ropes of hot cum is shot on to your face and breasts, a throaty groans leaves him as he finishes on you.

“Fuck we should do this again”

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hookingminor · 3 years

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highly requested part 2 to this angsty blurb, and this marks the end of my 2k blurb weekend! thank you all for joining me and I hope you enjoyed!

Matthew wandered back to the hotel well after midnight.

The rehearsal dinner ended around nine in the evening, but after spending an hour on that deck thinking about everything you said, he decided to take a long walk around the neighborhood.

He wandered through the church venue Willow had booked and sat at the pews for a few minutes, taking in all the decorations that were already set up. Then, he made his way back to the barn where the reception would take place, and all of it just felt wrong: the decor, the table settings, the flowers, none of it felt right.

Matthew didn’t put much thought into the wedding, per Willow’s requests, but it only hit him just how little he contributed to all of it as he sat on his hotel bed and thought about what his ideal wedding would look like.

He didn’t even want to get married in Calgary.

It made sense he would since Willow had lived here her whole life, but Matthew always imagined his wedding taking place in St. Louis where his entire family and all his friends could attend. Besides his immediate family and teammates, no one else could make the long trip to Calgary for his wedding.

When Matthew pictured his wedding, he also pictured you standing at the end of the aisle, too. Matthew was sure Willow’s dress would be gorgeous and she would look absolutely beautiful tomorrow, but when he pictured you standing there in her place, he was filled with a fluttering of butterflies in his stomach he couldn’t deny.

Which is what led him to knocking on Willow’s door at one in the morning.

It took a few minutes before she woke, bleary eyed and confused as to why her fiance was seeking her out so late in the night. “Matthew? What is it? You’re not supposed to see me before the wedding.” She pulled her robe tighter around her body, as if trying to shield Matthew’s eyes from her.

That was another superstition Matthew didn’t like. He nearly begged Willow to spend the night with him before the wedding, not buying into the ‘bad luck’ bullshit people always said about sleeping together before the ceremony, but she wouldn’t budge.

“I know, I’m sorry for the intrusion, but I think we need to talk,” Matthew said. He was still dressed in his suit from the dinner, though he’d shed his jacket and tie long ago. Willow’s face fell at his words, but she let him inside her room anyway.

Matthew sat on the edge of the bed awkwardly and fiddled with his thumbs as Willow sat next to him. Silence filled the room. Matthew didn’t know how to say it.

“Is this about Y/N?” Willow asked calmly after a few minutes passed. “I saw you two talking outside earlier.”

Matthew looked at his fiance, her eyes sad and face dismal. He nodded.

“I figured,” she sighed.

“I’m sorry,” Matthew said because he didn’t know what else to say.

Then Willow said the most unexpected thing.

“It’s okay.”

Matthew’s confusion was clear on his face, and Willow let out a genuine laugh as she took his hand in hers.

“I thought if you saw her and she moved on, we could’ve made this work, but that wasn’t the case, was it?” She asked, and Matthew nodded again.

“I can’t say I’m surprised,” she continued. “I always knew you still loved her.”

“I really did love you,” Matthew said. “I do love you… it’s just…”

“You love her more,” Willow finished for him.

“I am sorry,” Matthew pleaded. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen, but then I saw her and… I can’t let her go.”

“I know,” Willow said, squeezing his hand comfortingly, and then let out a deep sigh. “Well, I guess we better tell our folks the wedding’s off, huh?”

Matthew showed up to your place a month later.

He stood outside your apartment, nervous and shaking, with a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hands. You hadn’t heard from him since booking the first flight out of Calgary, dodging all his calls and texts that came in over the week after his wedding. You effectively stayed off social media, deleting all the apps you knew you still had Matthew on in fear of seeing wedding pictures.

The surprise on your face was evident when you answered the door to find Matthew on the other side.

“Aren’t you supposed to be on your honeymoon or something?” You asked.

“I didn’t go through with it. I couldn’t after seeing you,” Matthew explained. “Can I come in?”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you let Matthew follow you inside. He’d never seen your apartment before. You’d moved places shortly after your breakup, trying to erase the memories of Matthew that existed on every surface of your old apartment.

He held out the flowers for you, which you took and placed into a vase and filled with water. Matthew’s eyes roamed your new place, taking in all the photos you had on your fridge to the books you kept on your bookshelves.

“To what do I owe the pleasure, Matthew?” You asked.

Matthew’s gaze focused back on you. “I always hated it when you called me Matthew.” A smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“What do you want?” You rephrased, ignoring his comment.

“I want to give us another shot,” Matthew answered confidently.

You weren’t quite sure what you were expecting him to say, but it was definitely not that.

“Matthew—”

“And before you tell me how bad of an idea it is, because I know that’s what you’re about to say, just hear me out.”

Your mouth snapped shut and you waited for him to continue.

“I love you. I’m in love with you. I have been for years, and I’m never going to not be in love with you,” Matthew said. “After you left, I couldn’t stop thinking about you, and I realized that marrying Willow wasn’t what I wanted. When I picture my future I see you in it. I see you at the end of that aisle on our wedding day. I see you and me in a house with a dog and maybe a few kids. I see you waiting for me at home at the end of the day, and I see you beside me when I wake up in the morning.”

“Matthew, we tried this before,” you sighed. “We tried the long distance, and it didn’t work.”

“And I’m willing to try again,” Matthew replied, crossing the few feet of space between you to cup your face in his hands. “We were young and dumb and immature, and I pressured you to change your life for me when I shouldn’t have. I’m not asking you to pack up your life and move to Calgary right now. Hell, if you don't ever want to move to Canada, you don’t have to. I’ll move to wherever you want to be because wherever you are is where I belong.”

“I’m in this for the long haul,” he added. “There is no one else out there for me, and there never will be.”

Tears welled in your eyes at his profession, and Matthew’s thumb came to swipe at a stray tear that rolled down your cheek.

“What makes you think this time will be different?” You questioned softly.

“Because I’m different. We’re different. And I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make you happy. You’re all I want.”

“You’d really request a trade for me?” Matthew nodded.

“It wasn’t fair to put that all on you then, and I know that. I shouldn’t have asked you to do something I wasn’t willing to do myself, but I’m telling you now that I’d do anything for you,” he answered.

Throwing your arms around Matthew’s neck, you pressed your entire body into his. Arms tightened around your torso, keeping you snug against him, and Matthew tucked your head into his chest.

“So what do you say? Can you give me a second chance?” He mumbled into your hair.

“I think we’re well past second chances,” you chuckled.

“I promise it’ll be the last one you need to give me,” Matthew laughed, grasping the base of your neck.

In an attempt to blink away his own tears, a few streamed down his cheeks. Leaning forward, you kissed away the tears, leaving his cheeks wet, but Matthew had a dopey grin on his face all the same.

“I’m all in,” you replied to his question, and Matthew had to take a second to make sure he heard you correctly.

His grin spread wider, and he crashed his lips to yours, both of your smiles getting in the way but neither of you cared. Matthew peppered your face in kisses: your brow, your cheeks, your nose, your chin. There was not one inch of skin he left untouched.

You giggled in his arms, twisting your face to the side to avoid the tickling of his scruff against your cheeks, but he kept you close to his body.

“I love you,” he said finally, “and I’m sorry it took me so long to get my shit together.”

You caught his lips in a deep kiss. “All that matters is you’re here now.”

“Oh, I forgot something,” Matthew said, pulling back just enough to reach his hand into his pocket.

A small box rested in the palm of his hand, and he opened it to show you the necklace he gifted to you nearly three years ago. When everything ended, you’d given it back to him, and he’d kept it tucked away in his bedside drawer since then.

The dainty ‘19’ hung from the chain, and Matthew undid the hook and looked at you with hopeful eyes. Your stomach did a flip as you turned around, and Matthew draped the jewelry around your neck, connecting it in the back and placing a soft kiss on the skin right above it.

“Now everything’s right where it belongs.”

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mandoalorian · 3 years

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ohh hi!! I love your writing so much! I was thinking about that part where max is making wishes come true... how about reader touching him and telling him that her wish is... you know... ksksksks it would be a great plot for a smut 🥵

Lord of Desire [Maxwell Lord x Reader] SMUT *sex pollen*

Word count: 4.3k

Rating: 18+ only.

Warnings: SMUT; sex pollen (with that comes it being a dub-con too), overstimulation, cock warming, Dom! Reader, Sub! Max, oral (m! and f! receiving), p in v, slight yearning, reader has a crush on Max, happy ending.

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You were one of his many assistants. One of his many assistants who were constantly at his beck and call, who would do anything and everything for him. And you'd be lying if you said you didn't have the biggest, fattest crush on Maxwell Lord. And you'd be lying again if it didn't bother you— the way he'd fuck a different assistant every day, without a care in the world. He did it meaninglessly, discarding whatever they wanted so he could get whatever he desired. Because it was always about him. He took charge, he was the boss.

You heard the other assistants gossip on their lunch breaks about their fantasies, sharing and gushing over their private moments between themselves and Maxwell. You preferred not to say anything about your own experiences, instead, you'd stand in the corner and sip on your tea, listening intently. You were someone who enjoyed your own company, who liked to keep yourself to yourself. You were certain the other assistants didn't even know your name.

"He went down on me." Raquel announced one morning, emptying a packet of sweetener into her latte. Your eyes widened slightly, although you kept them down, not wanting to illustrate any emotion to your colleagues. Deep down, you couldn't help but feel the pot of jealousy begin to stir up in the pit of your stomach. Why— why did all the other assistants have these wild stories about Max and all you could talk about was the way he'd bend you over his desk and fuck you with no remorse? You'd dreamt about it, you'd imagine the way his tongue might lick through your folds, his perfect nose nudging against the bud of your clit. They talked about it like they were competing with each other. Some were even delusional enough to think that Maxwell actually loved them back. You swallowed away your jealousy, held your head up high and for the first time— you said something.

"Liar." the single word dripped with envy and you hated the way it rolled off your tongue. The three assistants, including Raquel, snapped their heads up to stare at you. Raquel's glare was furious.

"Excuse me?" she asked, both her eyebrows raised incredulously.

"Mr Lord doesn't go down on anyone." you fired back. It was true. You knew him— you'd worked for him for the longest time. You knew he wouldn't do that. But if you were so certain that she was lying, why did you feel so jealous? If he was going to go down on anyone, it should've been you.

You didn't care to hear whatever Raquel had to say. You had to go see Max— pay him a little visit— find out the truth. You were finally going to confront him. You were fueled with jealousy and your rage was a blinding light as you stormed through Black Gold Cooperative, earning a few curious glances as your heels clicked against the marble floor. You wrapped both your hands around the two door handles that led into Maxwell's office, and pushed them open without even a knock. Maxwell, who was knee deep in paperwork, quickly looked up at you as you barged over to his desk, hand on hip. He swallowed nervously, dropping his gold embellished pen and offering you a polite smile.

"Not like you to just storm in here without knocking," Maxwell smirked, an eyebrow quirked at your sudden change in behaviour. "You've worked here long enough to know the rules," You scoffed, folding your arms across your chest. But before you could reply, Maxwell opened his mouth again. "But I'm glad you're here." he revealed, looking at you with those big, chocolate brown eyes. "Come, sit." he pointed at the empty chair that was opposite him.

You found yourself softening at the sentiment. He never, ever would say things like that. He'd never offer compliments or be genuine. Everything about his nature was cold and distant, but in those five words, his tone was sweet like honey. In a way, it brought you comfort. That completely through you off course. You sunk into the plush leather chair and began to nervously fumble with your fingers as he leaned over his messy desk, propping his elbows against the expensive oak wood. "I've discovered something amazing," he said breathlessly. "Something that can change the world."

You blinked. "What is it?" you hated the way your voice sounded small and timid. That's not the type of person you wanted to be in front of him, but it was always the type of person he made you out to be. With you, he would always exert his power— his dominance. When he fucked you, he'd whisper murmurs of praise in your ear. He wouldn't let you touch him, kiss him, he'd show no affection. He'd pin your hands together and take you from behind— and you'd let him with no question about it. Just for once, you wanted to explore a different side to Max, a side where you could be in control.

"Take my hands," he held his hands out and you cautiously looked down, swallowing the nervous lump in your throat. You took in the image of his thick, ring clad fingers and already felt your panties begin to dampen with arousal. Max curled his fingers, encouraging you to take his hands rather than just stare at them indefinitely. You caved, finally resting your palms flat in his. He interlocked his fingers in yours, his grip tight but firm. You could feel the coolness of his solid gold rings against your soft skin. "Make a wish."

You blinked again, this time completely dumbfounded. Make a wish? Had he finally lost it? His whole mantra was ‘if you want it you can have it’ — or something like that. But this whole wish thing? This was new.

"I don't-" you bit your lip, glancing from your hands to his face. His eyes were set heavy into you though, boring into your face and taking in every feature of yours that he admired so much. "I don't know what you mean." you sighed eventually, wanting to pull away from your boss. Maybe this was a bad idea after all.

"What do you wish for?" Maxwell rephrased, flashing you that same smile he displayed so much for the world to indulge in on television. You hated it. It wasn't real. It wasn't him. You'd seen his real smile when he'd occasionally laugh at one of your jokes, or when he'd spy on you from the corner of his office as you played with Alistair. The small, toothy grin and his little dimple that would appear in his left cheek. Just for once, you wished he'd show you that beautiful smile of his to your face.

No, that wasn't it. You wished for more. You wished for every single dream, every single fantasy you had about him to come true. Could this be your opportunity to reveal all your pent up feelings and jealousy? Maxwell waited patiently, practically seeing the mental cogs turn in your brain as you thought this through. You rubbed your thighs together as your slick had seeped through the thin lace material of your panties.

He had taken everything from you. Now it was finally your turn to take something back.

"I wish," you started and watched as Maxwell closed his eyes. The fact he wasn't looking at you was about to make this so much easier. You were just going to say it. You could do this. "I wish… I wish that just for once, you'd let me fuck you. You'd let me take control. You'd beg and plead for me, be a good boy and do everything I ask of you. And you'll take it," you smile to yourself at the mere thought. "And most importantly, I wish that while we do this, you would just pretend to love me. Pretend to care about me," you felt your eyes sting from the tears you didn't realise had been penting up. That was what it all boiled down to— the helpless crush you'd had on your boss for the past three years. "Please." you finally huffed out.

Maxwell's eyes shot open as a gust of wind blew through the room, knocking the stacks of paper from his desk and breezing through your hair. When you finally looked back at Max, his eyebrows were furrowed together in bewilderment. He looked around his office, slightly dazed, and when he finally looked back at you, you noticed his eyes had darkened considerably. They were almost black with desire.

"Wh- where did that wind come from?" you asked, pulling your hands away from his and quizzically looking around the room. Not a window was open, the fan wasn't on…

Maxwell looked down where, already, his erection was strained against his tailored suit pants. "Holy shit," Maxwell muttered. "It worked. It actually worked." Max dropped his hand to his crotch and began to palm himself through the material, his fingers tracing the outline of his cock. He was painfully hard, trying to ignore the desperation which urged him to get off right then and there.

You gulped, standing up. "I'm sorry Mr Lord," you shook your head feeling embarrassed. You didn't know what had just happened— if your boss had played some kind of sick prank on you, but you weren't willing to stay and find out. "I- I best get back to work."

"No!" Maxwell choked out, rising to his feet and slamming his fists on the desk. The noise was enough to make you jump. "Please," he whispered. "Lock the door and...stay."

You blinked momentarily as you took in his instruction. You'd never heard him speak to you like that before. You slowly stalked over to the double doors, flicked the lock in place before turning back around to face your boss. His hair had fallen slightly out of place, dark blonde strands tousled over his forehead.

As you got closer, you noticed the pearls of sweat that beaded his hairline and the way his eyes became glazed with lust. He swallowed, not saying a word. He just started at you, his gaze following your every movement.

"Mr Lord?" you asked hesitantly. "Are you okay?"

Maxwell's lips parted slightly. "I…" you caught a blush creep upon his cheeks as you walked around his desk. Your eyes widened when you saw the thick outline of his cock pressed against his light grey pants. There was already a small damp patch from his precum.

"Jesus," you whispered. "What- what just happened?"

"K-kiss me," Maxwell pleaded. This was so strange— Max would never plead. He'd never beg, and he'd certainly never ask for you to kiss him. Was he toying with you? But how did he get hard so quick? So many questions. "P-please, I've been a good boy." Your eyes widened at the use of the words 'good boy'— the exact words you had used when he'd asked you for your wish. You stood there, perplexed as Maxwell let out another groan, hastily reaching down to undo his zipper.

"Wait!" you called out, stopping him. You looked over to the unoccupied leather sofa in the corner of his office that was draped in a furry, animal print blanket. "Let's go over here."

Maxwell nodded, shakily standing up and following you over to the sofa. "If… if I lay here will you-" you paused, shaking your head. "I'm going to lay here," you rephrase. "And I want you to fuck me with your tongue."

Maxwell gasped, already licking his lips greedily and nodding his head with excitement.

You kicked off your heels and pulled your skirt down, along with your lace panties, throwing them to one side. "Can I take my pants off?" Max groaned, his fingers grazing the clips of his suspenders as you unbuttoned your blouse.

"No," you shook your head, wanting to deprive him. He'd get the satisfaction he craved eventually, but now it was all about you. "You can take your jacket off though." you shrugged and as if by magic, he shrugged out of his designer suit jacket and let it fall to the floor amongst your clothes.

You sat on the sofa and opened your legs, beckoning Maxwell to come over with your fingers. He slowly stalked over to you, his gaze not tearing from your perfect form once, and he kneeled down in between your legs. "You're so pretty," he whispered, trailing soft and affectionate kisses along the softness of your inner thighs. You moaned, feeling the plumpness of his soft lips and the small trail of saliva as he gently licked and nibbled at the skin. You moaned wantonly, already feeling your toes curl as his face drew closer to your weeping cunt. "Always wanted to do this," Maxwell revealed. "You have the prettiest pussy in the whole fucking office, always wanted to taste."

Max licked a stripe between your folds, his low grumbles vibrating straight through your core. "Agh," you closed your eyes as he licked another stripe. The room began to fill with lewd wet noises, and you felt your cheeks heat up as he lapped at you. "Why- why didn't you taste me sooner?" you asked, genuinely wanting to know an answer.

Maxwell sucked on your clit, holding it between his teeth as he swirled his tongue against your bud in perfect little circles. He pulled off with a pop and a groan, and you managed to get a glance of your juices and how they coated his face, glistening under the amber, artificial lighting. "Afraid," Maxwell groaned, swiping his tongue over his lip and tasting what you had left on him. "Afraid of feeling powerless and not in control. I want you- I wanted you to think of me as someone who makes rules, not follows them."

"But sometimes it's nice to lose control, just a little bit. Let go of your inhibitions…" you smiled, reaching down and letting your hand tangle in his hair. Maxwell mumbled something incoherent before reattaching his lips to your pussy. "F-fuck Max, see? This- this is good, you're so good. Shit." you praised, and it only stirred Maxwell on even more. His cock was throbbing in his pants, it ached for some kind of release. Maxwell pressed the digit of his index finger along the entrance to your hole, teasingly rubbing it as his tongue flicked over your bundle of nerves. "O-oh, you want to finger me?" you chuckle, and feel Maxwell nod against your cunt. "Okay." you grant, and his thick finger immediately presses into you, as he pushes the full way in. As he pumps his finger in and out of you, you find yourself shaking, muttering soft words of praise at him for being so obedient. He curls his finger perfectly so it hits that sweet spot inside of you with every thrust, and his tongue doesn't stray away from you for one moment. He loves the way your walls tighten around his finger and he imagines it was his dick instead— the mere thought making his manhood jump with excitement in his pants. His kitten licks grow more intense as he pulls you towards your first orgasm, your thighs involuntarily shaking around his head as you cum on his tongue. He removes his finger as your climax washes over you, and stares at your cunt with admiration, watching it clench around nothing.

You find yourself heaving and panting as your high washes over you, trying to process everything that just happened. "I've never done that with an employee before," Max revealed, shakily raising to his feet again. You can't contain your smile, knowing that Raquel had been lying earlier. "You tasted just as good as I imagined. So sweet, like fucking candy."

You shuffle upwards to sit up, noticing your wetness on the leather sofa. "When we're finished," you breathe. "I want you to clean up all the mess. Not the cleaners, I want to watch you do it. Okay?" Maxwell nodded obediently and your lips curved into a smile. There was something so satisfying at the thought of a big name CEO like Maxwell Lord clean up after himself. Even more satisfying knowing that he'd be cleaning your cum from the sofa his business associates will be sitting on in just a few hours.

"We're not done?" Max asked, his eyes lit up with hope. You pouted, shaking your head as you crawled over to him. On your knees, you reached up and unclipped his suspenders from the top of his pants, pulling them down his arms and letting the straps fall by his sides.

"No baby," you purred, taking your time to palm his cock over the material of his pants. "See, I could just leave you high and dry, you could've just been my quick fix. Because that's how you see me, isn't it?" you tilted your head and Maxwell frowned, looking away from you with shame. Your fingers found his silver zipper and you slowly pulled it down. "But I'm not like you," you whispered, finally pulling his pants down and freeing his aching cock. You tsked, shaking your head. "Not even wearing boxers. That's naughty of you…"

"W- will you punish me?" Maxwell asked, his puppy dog eyes glistening with desire.

You didn't reply with words, but instead, simply offered him a hum as you wrapped his fingers around his cock. Your eyes widened in surprise at his reaction to your mere touch as he let out a wanton groan and tossed his head back in delight. You spat in your hands and slowly began to pump his long, thick length with one hand. You bring your other hand down to his balls and cup them, rubbing your thumb along the curves as you feel them tighten as you jerk him off.

"C-can you- f-fuck-" Maxwell squeezed his eyes shut as you increased speed.

"What is it baby?" you ask softly. "Struggling to get out your words? Tell me, what do you want? I'm feeling generous."

"Y-your lips, please, your lips around my-my-" Maxwell chokes back a moan as you wrap your mouth along the head of his cock, sucking his tip playfully, your tongue flicking along the small slit that was beaded with precum. You moan as you taste his familiar saltiness. As you continue to suck at his head, you let your fingers grace the column of his cock, rolling your digits softly over his ridges and veins as your pussy twitched at the thought of feeling them inside you. You were desperate to feel him fill you. You were desperate to take full control. But right now, you were too drunk on the idea of overstimulating your boss. Give him a time he'll never, ever forget.

Once you're certain you've milked him of all his precum, you take his full length, gagging slightly as his head pushes against the back of your throat. He's so thick that your jaw aches as he stretches your mouth wide open, a trail of your saliva dripping down your chin. You bobbed your head up and down, thriving on the way he moans your name and strings out low, sleuthy curses of affirmation.

"Can I cum?" he asked, his voice hoarse. Your cunt quivers at the way he asks you for permission. Now you understand why he loves taking control. "I'm close- I'm gonna cum." Max groaned and you began to feel his cock involuntarily twitch in your mouth. You quickly double back, pulling off him and looking up at him with beady eyes. "N-no!" Maxwell gasped, trying to catch his breath.

"Problem?" you asked with a smirk. "Oh baby… you wanted to cum in my mouth?" you frown apologetically. Maxwell nods his head and you take in the way his tears are pricking his pretty brown eyes. He's a mess and he's your mess. "I know somewhere better you can cum." you coo, rising to your feet and pressing a soft kiss into his jaw. "Sit." you command, pointing to the same spot you made yourself comfortable in on the sofa.

Maxwell obeyed, walking over with hunched shoulders holding his cock in one hand as he slowly touched himself. You looked at him with complete desire. You knew how wet you were, but you had never seen him so hard before— you were actually wondering if you'd be able to take him.

You wrap your legs around him, straddling him, and slowly sink on his aching cock. A long, strained moan escaped Maxwell's lips as you pushed yourself all the way down, gasping as he filled you completely. Max half expected you to start riding him, he wished you'd just bounce up and down and milk him for all he had— but of course, you didn't. You stayed seated on him, warming his cock as you adjusted yourself. You began to slowly unbutton his work shirt, pulling it off him and throwing it to the floor. You pressed your hands against his chest as you shimmy even deeper, this time his balls are pressed against the curve of your ass. "Feels so good." you whisper.

"M-move." Maxwell groaned, his eyes tight shut.

"Did you just tell me what to do?" you quizzed and Maxwell quickly shook his head.

"N-no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it…" Maxwell replied in a quick fluster. "I just….fuck…"

"You're just so desperate to cum, aren't you?" you sighed, smoothing out his dark blonde hair.

"Y-yes." he answered.

You reached down to your clit and began to rub circles, getting yourself off as you sit on his cock. "So here's what's going to happen, I'm gonna cum on your cock and you're going to take it like a good boy. You're gonna feel my pussy clench around you— and you're not— you're not fucking allowed to cum, okay? You're going to take it."

Maxwell tossed his head back, and rested his hands on your hips as he watched you play with yourself, full of his cock. It stirred him on as he gazed at the pretty sight that was before him. You were so good, you had him completely wrapped around your finger. It wasn't long until your walls were tightening around Max, and his perfectly manicured finger

-tips dug into your back.

"You're so beautiful when you cum," Max murmured and you smiled as you let yourself unravel around him. "Fuck, you feel so good. You always feel so good. The- the best,"

"Shit," you moaned. "Wanna cum pretty boy?" you asked with a wicked grin. Max nodded desperately and you adjusted your position, laying back down on the sofa. You whimpered at the loss when his cock slipped out of you, but he was quick to thrust back into when you gave him the command. "Fuck me until you cum then."

The words alone almost made Maxwell explode. You wrapped your legs around his body as he pushed his whole length deep inside you, quickly picking up the fast and brutal pace you were used to. He didn't last long though, and you weren't surprised considering you had edged him this long already. His cum splayed inside of you, painting your walls as he grunted and groaned on top of you, his arms shaking as he tried to stop himself from collapsing on you.

"Fuck," Maxwell gasped, trying to catch his breath. He felt himself soften inside of you, not wanting to pull out just yet. He was cherishing the moment and savouring the feeling. He missed your pretty pussy so much. He wanted to live in this moment forever. As his climax washed over him, he felt the magic of the wish leave his body too. You were a heaving, panting mess but you wouldn't have it any other way.

Max leaned into you, pressing a brisk and gentle kiss on your forehead, down to your nose, and then against your lips. "I love you," he admitted, whispering against your mouth. You felt your breathing catch in your throat at the revelation. "I loved you from the moment I met you. But I- just… was scared."

For a second you thought it was just the wish that was making him come out with these things— but the moment he revealed that he was scared, you knew for sure Max's words were coming from his heart.

"Scared of what?" you asked quietly, still drunk in post-coital haze. You drew lazy circles into his bicep as he nuzzled his head into the crook of his neck. He was so warm, the smell of his expensive cologne filled the room, it was intoxicating.

"I don't know…" he mumbled. "Disappointing you?"

"Oh Maxie," you whispered, pulling him in for another kiss. "You could never disappoint me. I love you too."

Maxwell smiled, his eyes glazed with unshed tears. "I've always dreamed of the day I can show you off… call you mine."

"So let's start from today," you told him, dropping your hand to his and holding it gently.

"Wait, you'll be my girlfriend?" Maxwell asked hopefully.

You nodded with a smile and he kissed you once more, passionately and filled with affection. You could really get used to this.

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