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laiiaaa · 1 year

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FAIR PLAY — RAFE CAMERON

summary: You spend a sleepy morning with Rafe.

length: 2k

contains: literally no plot, so so so much fluff, Rafe calling you baby nonstop because I just know he would, Rafe being downright obsessed and makes it painfully obvious, suggestive comments, some teasing, short n' sweet n' bubbly

You wake up to kisses on your neck, an arm wrapped around your waist, and a sore back. Your legs are tangled with Rafe’s beneath his bedsheets as the warmth of his touch starts to consume you again. You open your eyes but quickly let them slide closed again once you see through the open window a bright blue sky, telling you the sun rose hours ago; what’s a little more wasted time?

“Mmm,” you groan, not yet lively enough for conversation but still wanting to make your awareness known.

Rafe smiles and presses a kiss to your shoulder. “ ‘S that mean ‘I love you’ in some other language?” The arm slung over your body comes back to life, and his hand rubs along your waist and hip.

You keep your eyes closed and face nuzzled into the pillow, soaking in the feeling of his touch and the mid-morning breeze through the window. “My back hurts.”

“Oh, my poor baby,” he coos, kissing your jaw and before propping himself up on his elbow and slipping his hand from your waist up to your face to brush your hair out of the way. “Did I fuck you too good last night?” Another kiss, this time to your cheek. “I’ll make a note for next time.”

Bastard.

You turn away from him, grumbling out the words Shut up as you start pulling the covers over your head. He grabs your wrist before you’re too far gone, laughing to himself something sweet that has your heart reeling back to him, and he puts more of his weight on you with his arm wrapping around you much tighter. His muscles flex against you and he smells of coffee and oakmoss cologne and everything that feels like home.

“Come on, love, you know I’m just teasing.” He knows he’s more convincing this way, when he lays the charm on thick, but you’re stubborn this morning. Maybe he did fuck you too good. Your silence makes him impatient, and he gently pinches your arm. “Baby?”

You groan again, trailing off to shut him down. You could get used to this, having him love on you all day in bed as you stay somewhere between sleep and cognizance.

“Baby.” He pouts. He gives another kiss to your shoulder and he thinks he might die if you don’t return the favor soon.

You shuffle in his arms, turning your body to face his and hooking your leg over his waist. “Rub my back, please?”

After pressing a kiss to your temple, he answers, “Of course.” His frown is quickly replaced by a big grin and a spark in his heart. Without pulling you from his chest, he shifts to lay on his back and pulls you to lay on him with your legs now straddling his waist, mussing the sheets further by doing so. Your weight on his body in full just feels right, like he should keep you glued to him. “In exchange for a kiss?”

You smile against his skin, letting your hands roam to feel him, smooth beneath you. You kiss his collarbone and his hands press against your lower back, soothing your aches just right, and you quickly press your lips to the other side of his chest to pay him back.

Planting your hands against his chest, you lift your head. Rafe looks good like this, with morning light and a backdrop of ivory silk sheets, and you quickly lean in to taste the coffee on his lips. His arms curl a little tighter against you, hands rub a little firmer, and he smirks into your kiss as one hand presses between your shoulder blades, warmth erupting in your stomach. You pull away and he chases your lips, though you leave him with only a peck to the corner of his mouth. The playful smile you wear makes him fall that much harder.

You let your head rest against him and his hands resume their job. It feels so natural, laying with him in nothing but your underwear; he brings you a comfort no one has before, and as his rough and calloused hands caress your skin you can only think about how lucky you are to see this side of him.

His chest rises and falls with his breath, and you trace shapes into his skin. Rafe wasn’t always like this, so physically affectionate with you. There was a time when he kept up his guard and had a hard shell to crack; slowly but surely, he soon realized, you brought it crumbling to the ground. He often thinks about what his life was like before you: it was dull, it was empty, it was unfulfilling and boring and isolating. You bring to him a contentment he didn’t think was possible. Your body slotted against his keeps him sane.

“Hey, Rafe?” You tilt your head to see his face again.

He smiles down at you, speaking softly, “Yes, baby?”

You start shifting in your position, propping yourself up again as you hum to yourself and hold his face in the palms of your hands. You stop to stare at him, observing his smooth, tanned skin; the faintest freckles dotted over his nose and cheeks; his bright blue eyes that tell you everything; his smile tugging at his lips. “You’re so beautiful,” you think out loud—and he is, though the million ways he shows he loves you make the physical pale in comparison. Your thumbs brush against his cheeks, now flushed at your candor.

“Stop that.” He bites back a smile and pushes your face away. “You can’t say that.”

You laugh softly at his bashfulness, and oh, how that sound makes it worse for him. “I’m just being honest,” you coo, “What’s wrong with that?” Leaning into him, you capture his words in a kiss before they can slip through.

His skin burns at your touch, and he mumbles against your lips with his forehead pressed against yours. “You never play fair.” His hands trace the arch in your back the way he knows drives you crazy.

“I’m not playing anything, love.” You sit up, perched at his waist as you drag your hands from his shoulders down to his navel, tracing his pecs and the ripples in his abs. His hands rest on your hips with his thumbs teasing at the lace hem of your panties, and you bite at your lip at the sight of him beneath you.

He catches onto your game, and quick, though he can’t say he isn’t willing to play, especially when he’s got the perfect view of your thighs, your waist, your breasts. All because you want him to—and that more than anything has his pulse running fast and briefs growing tight. “Thinking about something, baby?”

You wish you could wipe that grin off his face. “No, nothing at all.” Walking your hands up his torso, you lean down to kiss him again. One hand cups his jaw as you tease your tongue past his lips and move your hips against him, and you fight back a moan as you pull away, a buzz in your lips and running through your veins. “You taste like coffee,” you add, beginning to lift yourself from his lap.

His hands slip by your hips again, and he groans. “Where are you going?”

You sit up with your legs hanging over the edge of the bed, reaching your arms up and out as you sigh, a sound so heavenly to him that he can’t help but follow you. Sitting behind you, he curls his torso around yours, his arms tightening around your waist as he kisses your shoulder.

Your arms fall back to your sides and layer on top of his as you take a deep breath. “You’re very clingy today.” Not that you’re complaining.

“Where are you going?” he insists, like it’s a crime to leave his bed. He clearly isn’t as stubborn as you thought, because once you start standing up, his arms loosen their grip. One of your hands drags down his arm as you walk away, taking his hand in yours as you make your way to the bathroom.

“Taking a shower,” you chirp. You flick the switch and let light fill the space.

“Why?”

A laugh escapes you as you turn. “Rafe, did you seriously just ask me why I’m taking a shower?”

He shrugs and pulls you closer, leaning against the counter as he urges you to lean against him. “You could’ve stayed in bed with me.” His hands take hold of your waist again, a developed instinct. He looks down at you with a love drunk grin on his face, like he’ll never get enough of you.

“Oh, so that’s what this is about.” You smile and loop your arms around his neck, scratching softly the way you know he likes. “As much as I would love to stay naked in bed with you,” you hum, pulling him in closer as you step on your tippy toes, enrapturing him all over again with your soothing voice and addicting lips against his. “I have some errands to run.” You lean back and take his jaw in your hand as he pouts. “ ‘Kay?”

“What do you have to do?” There’s a hopeful lilt in his voice, but his pout stays strong.

“Errands. Boring stuff.”

“Baby—”

“What,” you giggle, partly because you know it’ll make him weak for you, and partly because it really is funny when he gets like this. “Do you wanna come with me? Keep me company?”

He knows he shouldn’t give in so easily, but when your hands are on him, and you’ve got that big, bright smile on your face, you’re hard to resist. “...Yeah,” he admits, a blush rising to his cheeks again.

You give him a quick peck to his lips and a pat on his chest. “I want you to come, too, but that still means I need to shower.”

He pulls you close one last time to press his lips to your forehead before letting go. He leans back into the counter with his hands resting next to him as he watches you turn on the shower, paying him no mind as you then turn toward the closet and pull a towel from the shelf. This might be the hardest part about being yours, but also his favorite: just observing, getting to keep an eye on you during your day to day, menial little tasks, listening to your soft hums of songs you’ve always loved.

You slide your panties down your legs, all too aware of Rafe’s eyes on you, and open the frosted glass door, steam floating up toward the ceiling as hot water cascades over your body. You tilt your head back into the stream and take a few moments to soak up that warmth, that comfort, until you swear you hear the faucet running outside. Is he brushing his teeth again? You hear the tap halt before the sound of someone definitely brushing their teeth for the next couple minutes. You doubt that dental hygiene is all that important to him at the moment, but the faucet picks back up again, briefly, before you hear what you assume is a toothbrush falling back into place. A tall, blurry form—Rafe, of course—takes a seat on the edge of the tub. You haven’t even reached for your shampoo or your soap, too preoccupied and humored by his anticipation. You see his fuzzy knee bounce up and down.

When you open the glass door just enough to peek your head out, he keeps his eyes on the ground, almost like he’s too focused on not being focused. “Rafe?” It’s soft, but just enough to catch his attention.

His gaze shoots to you, his knee stops bouncing. “Yes, baby?” He wears a look like a deer in headlights.

“Care to join me?” A smile pulls at your lips.

His face lights up, he shoots up from his seat, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him strip so fast—not that there was much to remove, anyway. He nearly jumps into the shower behind you, water far too hot for his comfort shooting beams into his back as he catches you in another kiss that's all giggles and smiles and teeth.

Now this, he thinks, is more than fair. He could play this game for a lifetime.

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little-diable · 1 month

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Chi, I'm here to request a smutty Tommy blurb if you're still accepting them. I can't stop thinking of the garden scene you wrote recently and now I'm hoping you'll be inspired to cont that thought OR write something between Tommy x reader which finds them giving into their passion outdoors. I think you're onto something about this setting being relaxing for Tommy 😉

My love!! Thank you for this, I truly love this pairing just as much. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: No direct follow up to this, but the same vibes, just pwp, Tommy eats out his wife in their garden

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (f), outdoor

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x fem!reader (800 words)

“I think this was the first time they didn’t cry,” (y/n) whispered her words to her husband as she sat down next to him. She had just waved goodbye to her father who had taken her and Tommy’s children with him for the weekend.

“They’re growing up.” Tommy kept his eyes closed, smoking his cigarette as he enjoyed the sun rays dancing over his pale features. The soft summer breeze wrapped itself around them, teasing the two lovers.

“Don’t act like I didn’t catch you close to tears as Emma told you she won’t need another bedtime story last week.” With a sigh Tommy opened his eyes, shaking his head at his scowling wife before rolling his head back towards the sun.

“Don’t rub it in, eh? I can’t let my wife run her mouth and destroy my image without paying the price for it.” (Y/n) couldn’t stop her laughs from rumbling through her, leaning closer to kiss Tommy’s warm jawline. The hum leaving her husband left (y/n) grinning and squealing as he tugged her closer, landing on his lap. “So, we’ve got the house to yourselves now, don’t we?”

“What’s your plan, Mister Shelby?” Their eyes met, his full of excitement and mischief, hers filled with curiosity and longing. He pulled her in for a slow kiss, allowing her to taste cigarettes and tea on his tongue, a mixture she had learned to love over the past years, adjusting to the way Tommy Shelby lived two different lives as a cruel gangster and as a loving family man.

“First, I want to get a taste of my wife, right here only for my eyes to see.” Tommy rose to his feet with (y/n)’s legs wrapped around his waist. “And then I’ll fuck you through the night.”

“I certainly won’t stop you from doing so.” She was placed down on the ground, on the blanket their children had sat on this morning, keeping their clothes clean before driving off with their grandparents. (Y/n)’s eyes followed his every move, watching Tommy push her dress up to her waist, groaning at the sight of her bare cunt. “Took off my underwear after they left, I knew it wouldn’t take long for you to grow impatient.”

“A smart woman I’ve got on my hands, eh?” He smirked at her before he buried his face between her thighs, tongue brushing through her slit, tasting her arousal. The birds sang in the distance, yet not loud enough to drown out her moans, the beautiful sounds clawing through her as Tommy ate her out.

He loved the sounds rumbling through her whenever he touched her, only his to pick up on, his to coax out of her. Tommy had his wife at his mercy, ready to feast on her, to turn her into a trembling mess as he towered over her with his cock twitching in excitement and his heart racing from the adrenaline thumping through him.

“You taste so sweet, fuck, I could die between your thighs, darling.” He groaned his words against her cunt as his fingers found her pulsing bundle. Cruses left (y/n) at the touch, forcing her to arch her back off the blanket, eyes focused on the blue sky above. He always managed to push her close to the edge within a few seconds, leaving her gasping and trembling for him only.

“Jesus, Tom, you’re too good at that.” A proud grin tugged on his lips as he dipped his tongue into her tightness, feeling her walls tense around the strong muscle. She was close, ready to let go with his name leaving her – the first orgasm of many to come. Her fingers tightened their grip on the blanket, trying to hold onto it as the intense feeling washed through her.

It was a spectacle so beautiful, Tommy wasn’t sure if it was just a trick of his brain, imagining the most beautiful sight he could come up with. But the moans were too powerful, and the trembling of her body was too real, leaving him chuckling as he watched her fall apart.

“I won’t say no to spending the next few hours like that.” (Y/n)’s breathless whispers drew another laugh out of Tommy as he crawled up her body, meeting her lips in a slow kiss.

#Tommy Shelby smut #Tommy Shelby imagine #Tommy Shelby x reader #peaky blinders smut

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daisynik7 · 10 months

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Since its summer aka sundresses season can I get a little bit of Nanami being absolutely obsessed with his SO wearing cute dresses which somehow leads into cock warming? His brain probably short circuits when he realizes that she is not wearing underwear under those floral dresses

Pairing: husband!Nanami x f!reader

cw: established relationship, smut – PIV sex (cowgirl position), cunnilingus, fingering, Nanami is a horndog for his pretty wife, cockwarming

Author’s Note: Anon! Absolutely LOVE this request! Perfect timing too! I hope you like this one. Short, sweet, and smutty. Happy birthday to our most precious hubby!

Nanami doesn’t like celebrating his birthday.

He understands that it’s standard for people to observe one year of getting older, or in Nanami’s case, one year closer to sweet, beautiful retirement. Still, he’s got a couple more decades left before he’s even near unemployed bliss, so he doesn’t see what the big deal is. However, you, his precious wife, loves honoring this day. So, of course, he has to play along with whatever festivities you have planned.

The weather is particularly ideal today, the sun shining brightly in a clear blue sky. You plan to take Nanami wine tasting during the day, and later, you have dinner reservations at his favorite restaurant. You’re keeping it simple with just the two of you because you know that’s what he prefers.

Since it is a lovely day, you decide to wear a new sundress you bought for this special occasion. You already predict that Nanami will react well to it, but what you don’t expect is how absolutely obsessed he is once he sees you in it. When you step out of the bedroom, his eyes widen at the sight. He removes his spectacles, as if to get a better look at you. “Honey.”

You smirk, performing a flirtatious twirl for him. “Do you like it? It’s part of your birthday present.”

He smiles, eyes following your physique up and down. “You’re a vision. Truly. How did I get so lucky?”

You wrap your arms around his neck, nuzzling your nose to his. “I’m the lucky one, Kento. Happy birthday, sweetie.” His lips meet yours in a passionate kiss, his graceful hands sliding across your waist. His palms surround your bottom, feeling you up through the fabric. He pulls away to ask, “Are you wearing underwear?”

You bite your lip, shaking your head. There’s a guttural moan that develops in his throat, something primal and animalistic. You giggle at his reaction, pulling him in for another kiss. He slips into your mouth, flicking his tongue against yours, hungry for you. Before you get carried away, you break apart, catching your breath. “Sweetie, we’re supposed to leave soon.”

“Not yet,” he growls, tugging you back into his arms. “Not until I christen this dress.”

Within minutes, you’re back inside the room, laid out on the bed with your thighs spread wide, dress bunched up and hoisted up past your stomach. Nanami sucks on your clit relentlessly, slurping and flicking his tongue on it until you’re whining into another orgasm. His fingers pump inside your wet cunt, coated with your slick and his saliva. He doesn’t stop until he makes you come a third time, bud swollen and sensitive against his lips now, pussy clenched tightly around his digits. When he’s satisfied, he pulls out of you, licking his fingers like a popsicle, indulging in your arousal.

He crawls up on the bed to lean back on the headboard, beckoning you to sit on his lap. He’s naked from the waist down, cock stiff against his abdomen, shiny bead of precum glistening at the tip. He still has his dress shirt on, tie hastily loosened with only half the buttons removed.

You straddle him, letting the floral fabric cover your bodies as you sink down onto him until you’re pressed to his groin, bottomed out. “Fuck,” he moans, gripping your hips, rocking you back and forth. “Ride me, honey. Ride me until I come.”

And you do, bouncing on his cock until he shoots his load inside you, filling you up. When you attempt to hop off him, he holds you in place, embracing you. “I want to stay inside you, sweetheart. Please.”

You smile, relaxing into his arms, face nestled into his chest. “Whatever you want, birthday boy.”

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loko4koko · 4 months

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·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ Geto Suguru x f!reader ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

>fanart_credit: xxgojoxx (via_twitter)

MDNI 18+

>word_count: 1152

>contents: fingering (f!receiving), somnophilia (explicit and implied), explicit p in v, suguru calls you “good girl” and “baby” a few times, suguru calls you a “fucktoy” once, suguru has a big fat dick (but we all knew that)

“what are you doing?”

the hand slipping into the front of your baby blue cotton panties freezes, like a dog who’d been caught eating something they weren’t supposed to. did he think you wouldn’t notice? it’d be impossible not to; with a hand as big as his, it was like he was trying to sneak a fucking baseball mitt into your underwear.

“nothing. go to sleep.” suguru says, with the conviction of pinocchio telling someone the sky was purple. in other words, he is a goddamned dirty liar. his face is smushed into your neck, long hairs tickling the curve of your shoulder. he’s got you pressed against him like you’re planning to run away, back so flush against his chest that his heartbeat reverberates through to you.

you huff, trying to settle back into the sheets, into his hold on you. thankfully it isn’t hard, couldn’t be when he’s so broad, makes you feel so protected and cozy. you’re just getting back comfortable when that hand starts misbehaving again, creeping further into your panties. he doesn’t do anything, just lets his palm sit unmoving atop your pubic bone. it makes you squirm, his fingers are so close to where you’d normally be begging him to put them that you’re not sure how to take it.

“suguru.”

“what? i’m tryin’ to sleep here.”

“uh, no? no, you’re not.”

“am too. hands are cold. stop moving and go to sleep.”

he can’t see it, but he knows you’re scowling. you go to turn around in his arms but he uses that strong hand in your panties to grip your mound, long fingers splayed over your (slowly dampening) cunt. any words you want to say, any whines and complaints are stolen right from your throat by the man behind you. he uses that grip to yank your hips back from where you’d started to roll over, face leaving its spot on your neck to nudge his nose up against your ear.

“baby. i love you. go to fucking sleep.” his voice is riddled with a damningly arousing mix of exhaustion and authority; something that is entirely not helping when he’s already gotten so close to touching your clit that you could taste it. you don’t give him a response other than your silence, squeezing your eyes shut while you try to think about anything other than how deep his slender fingers reach inside of your- okaaay, that’s enough.

“s’my good girl. g’night,” he sighs, leaving a gentle kiss to the shell of your ear before his face is back to its residence on your nape. oh, what a cruel, cruel son of a bitch he is.

you couldn’t sleep for an hour and a half after that, wide awake and thinking about all of the other things you’d do to make suguru call you his good girl while he snores softly against you. occasionally, he’d shuffle a bit to adjust himself, and the hand in your panties follows suit, fingers brushing against your clit right as you’re about to fall asleep. safe to say, it was a rough night for your sleep schedule.

suguru is many things, and a tease is one of them. it’s 8:36am when you’re woken up, rousing from the dream state that only 5 hours of sleep had given you. it isn’t your own doing that wakes you, though. it’s the repetitive tap..tap..tap that you feel on your already sensitive clit. but then, it’s not just touching; it’s suguru’s husky voice in your ear, still colored with sleep and something dangerously lusty.

“-bet you’d like that, though. so fucking wet even in your sleep. i could just slip right inside you, baby..” the fingers touching your most sensitive parts slip lower, succeeding in their goal of spreading your pussy lips apart- not that it’d be hard to with how much slick is leaking out of you. his calloused middle finger finds its way inside of you, unhurriedly feeling around the hot, wet walls it burrowed in to. you have no response, eyes falling shut as your mouth does the opposite.

“you won’t be mad at me, right? if i put it in? give you my cock first thing in the morning? fuck, baby, you’re squeezin’…you awake?” his finger inside of you finds your g-spot in no time, massaging the spongy little spot with a very practiced ease. you can’t speak, only able to give the man behind you a nod. suguru tuts, smearing sloppy wet kisses across your shoulders and neck.

“good morning, my filthy girl. you like it when i touch your pussy while you sleep, huh? like the idea of me usin’ you as a fucktoy while you dream about me doing the same?” he pushes himself further against you at the same time that he adds another finger inside of you, grinding his cock against the swell of your ass. he’s at full staff, probably had been for a while—so fucking hard and so fucking hot that you can feel it through his boxers and shorts.

“cum for me and i’ll give it you, yeah? be a good girl ‘n cum all over my fingers, you can do it, baby, jus’ like that.” he’s thrusting those long fingers in and out of you now, much faster than your sleep-addled brain can even comprehend. your own hand wraps around his wrist, hips moving in time with him.

“‘m gonna cum, sugu, please don’t stop,” you whine, voice hoarse from being unused for so long. that knot in your stomach winds itself even tighter, whiny little gasps leaving you as he fucks his fingers deeper into you. it isn’t long before that knot is pulled too taut, before the dam breaks, and your nails are digging deep into his arm. the intensity of your orgasm has you fully awake now, no chance in hell that you’d go back to sleep after this. you were promised something, and you were gonna get it.

your breath is still coming out in sharp pants when he removes his fingers from your tight little hole, only moving them to find the waistband of your panties. he shoves them down unceremoniously, too worked up to keep wasting valuable time that he could spend making you cum all over his heavy cock. he gets his own boxer briefs down around his thighs and grips at the base of his dick, pre-cum staining the backs of your thighs as he finds his way to your cunt. you both gasp when he slips inside of you but he’s quick, leaning over to steal your lips in a kiss full of desire. when his mouth parts from yours, he moves it back to your ear, not even bothering to give you a moment to adjust to his much more than average size stretching you out.

“next time, i’m not waking you up first.”

>author’s_note: idk i’m just saying if i woke up to this every morning i’d get a lot more done in life 🧎suguru bae plsssss

>thank you for reading ♡︎

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galexystern · 2 months

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eyes on the road - 18+

pairing; steve harrington/f!reader

rating; E

warnings; smut (MDNI), teasing, blowjob, fingering, p in v sex, car sex, fluff

word count; 2,350

desc; bored on the road, you come up with a challenge for your boyfriend.

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the lightbulb goes off in the middle of the roadtrip. steve is driving and you’re doing your job as passenger princess perfectly, pointing out farm animals, marveling at the pretty sky, and singing along to the radio, all to keep steve smiling and alert. his hand has been stuck to your thigh since you started the day.

now you’re bored. and as you study steve’s long, meaty fingers, you feel something ripple in your lower stomach. you love steve’s hands—they’re big and soft and gentle—and you love them inside you. you let your mind ruminate on the situation as the heat inside you grows hotter. and then it comes to you.

“baby,” you say innocently, not even looking at him.

“yeah, pretty girl?” your boyfriend asks in response, gripping your leg tighter and making you work to hold in a gasp.

“how good of a driver do you think you are?”

“obviously, i’m a great driver.” he scoffs. “always get everyone there in one piece, don’t i?”

you don’t think that’s the best indicator of good driving, but keep it to yourself so you can continue your mission. “yeah? wanna prove it?”

steve’s eyes narrow and you grin. he can’t resist a challenge. confirming, he replies smugly, “sure, i bet i ace it.”

“okay,” you squeal, making him smile. “only rule is that you can’t stop or pull over, otherwise i stop.”

“stop what?”

but you’re already unbuckling your seatbelt and leaning over to delicately place your lips on his neck. you feel him swallow as you kiss languidly across the open skin, heating underneath your attention. “oh,” he says uselessly, voice croaking a little.

smirking, you keep going, pressing open-mouthed kisses everywhere you can, leaving marks that’ll bruise nicely tomorrow. you kiss over his pulse point and thrill at how fast his heart is racing already. you’ve barely done anything.

you reach down and palm him through his jeans. steve yelps, not expecting it, swerving in the highway lane.

“careful, baby,” you purr, continuing to stroke his clothed cock, delighting in how it hardens under your ministrations. he gulps and nods haphazardly, placing both hands on the wheel and steeling his composure.

or tries, at least. when your other hand joins the first and undoes the button and zipper, revealing his sky-blue boxers, half-hard dick straining at the fabric, he whimpers. but he doesn’t jerk the car to the side of the road, you’ll give him that. you decide to increase the difficulty of the challenge because you can.

“such a good boy for me,” you coo as you slowly pull down the waistband of his underwear to free his cock. it stands at attention for you already and your mouth and cunt get wet at the sight. “barely anything and you’re ready to go.”

“angel,” steve whines, but the pet name cuts off into a groan as you take him in your hand and start stroking him, firm but slow.

“remember,” you sing, “if you stop, i stop.”

you lean down and cover his cock with your mouth. the discomfort of the gear shift digging into your stomach is absolutely worth the filthy moan your boyfriend lets out as you swirl your tongue around the head, licking into the slit to pick up precum as offered. you smile around him; you love being able to practically ruin him, turn him to mush. the power of it goes straight between your legs, and you squirm in your seat as your underwear grows uncomfortably soaked.

one of his hands settles in your hair, not moving you, just gripping the strands as you work. on a particularly hard swallow, he pulls a little and you moan, vibration causing him to jerk his hips a little.

“oh, baby,” he whimpers out. “you’re so good to me.”

you pull off with a pop. “don’t forget this is a test,” you say with fake sternness. he nods stoically. you move your hand to stroke him again, faster this time, and smile manically when his face spasms in brief ecstasy.

“can i have a kiss?” he asks with a petulant edge and pout.

you cock your head, considering. “okay,” you decide, “but a quick one.”

he nods and turns his head so you can kiss him. he tries to turn the tables for a split second, make you open your mouth to his control, but you pull away before he can make it happen. he whines but brings his eyes back to the road, where the car is still driving like nothing out of the ordinary is happening inside it.

“this is very impressive, stevie,” you note, only half-teasingly. “but can you hold on for the climax?” he groans in response as you squeeze the bottom of his shaft in anticipation. you lean down and take him into your mouth again, bobbing your head quickly. his hips start moving periodically, unable not to when your throat is pressing against the head of his cock so deliciously. you hum here and there to enhance the sensation; his fingers tighten in your hair when you do.

“baby, baby, ‘m gonna cum,” steve mumbles out, and you ready yourself just in time for the first squirts of cum to shoot into your mouth. you swallow it all happily as he continues, until he seems exhausted in more ways than one.

you sit back up and wipe your mouth, watching as he pants in the driver’s seat, car still in the middle lane with seemingly no trouble at all.

“that was amazing,” he breathes. “and i did good, didn’t i?”

you shrug. “sure, for the first part.” he glances at you, possibly a little scared. “you don’t think that was the whole thing, right?” you smirk.

as your boyfriend watches from the corner of his eye, you tug off your pants and underwear, and spread your legs across the passenger side, putting yourself on display. he sucks in a loud breath as you part your lips, slick sticking to your fingers as you move them through.

“look at what you did to me,” you pout, and lift two fingers to his face to show him. he darts forward and takes them into his mouth, sucking them clean and moaning. he loves the way you taste. “it’s not fair to leave me unsatisfied, right, honey?”

he shakes his head and you grin. “this is the second part of the test, baby. you think you can ace it still?”

“yes,” he says with all the confidence he can muster, which is not very much.

“well?” you prompt, and he briefly looks at you in confusion. “aren’t you gonna help me?”

he still seems at a loss, so you reach over and grab his hand, moving it so it rests against your pussy. he whimpers as he feels how wet you are, and you sigh happily as he runs his fingers up and down the space. your breath catches when they reach your clit; steve notices, and keeps his fingers there to rub in tight, quick circles.

“oh, fuck, right there, stevie,” you whine, lifting your shirt and bra to play with your nipples. he glances over and his jaw drops at the sight, hand speeding its motions and making you jerk into it.

“you’re so beautiful, angel,” he murmurs, eyes darting between you and the road faster than they should. but the car doesn’t go anywhere and one hand is still locked on the wheel, holding on for dear life. “wish i could taste you right now. i’d devour you. i’d eat you whole.”

your bite your bottom lip at the idea. “please, baby,” you beg mindlessly.

steve knows, he always does. his fingers move from your clit to your entrance and circle it enticingly. “is this what you need, pretty girl? need my fingers inside you?”

you nod with a wanton moan.

“what’s the magic word?”

“i already said it,” you whine.

he chuckles meanly. “not that one. the other one.”

your jaw clenches at the realization, and then you groan out, “please, daddy.”

“that’s my girl,” he praises, and slides one finger in. he pumps it slowly, and soon enough, you’re begging for more. thankfully he listens without preamble, and adds a second finger to thrust into you. his thumb sneaks up to rub your clit, and you whimper. you clench around him as his fingers curl up and hit that spot that drives you crazy. “that’s it, sweetheart,” he soothes. “cum all over my fingers. wanna see you fall apart.”

a few seconds later you do, body tensing and then relaxing into jelly as your orgasm washes over you. steve’s hand slows to a stop and then he removes his fingers, sucking off your juices with a happy hum. you gaze at him, vision hazy, relaxed smile permanently etched into your expression.

“well?” steve prompts. “did i pass?”

“just like you said you would,” you reply warmly.

“told you. now, can i please pull over?” he motions down with his head and you follow his gaze to his cock, swiftly on its way to becoming fully hard again.

you giggle. “already, handsome? that’s more impressive than passing my test.” he growls softly and you smirk. “i guess it’s only fair you get a reward, baby.”

almost instantly, he’s switching lanes and taking the first exit you come across. you thank the stars that you’re in a particularly woodsy area and it’s relatively easy to find a secluded spot; just seeing how ready he is for round two is getting you going again very nicely.

as soon as he’s pulled into a random stretch of foliage and thrown the car in park, he’s reaching for you and you’re leaping at him all at once, mouths crashing together violently. you both groan at the taste of each other—the remnants of you on his tongue makes you push in further to chase it.

steve hauls you over to his side of the car, moving the seat back so you can sit comfortably without the wheel pressing into you. he grunts when your drenched cunt rubs against his hard dick, the feeling so delicious that you keep your hips moving.

“angel, sweetheart,” he says between desperate kisses. “you ready for me?”

“beyond ready,” you breathe against his lips, and you can feel his smirk. he helps you sit up and then lines himself up with your entrance, stroking himself a few times before letting you sink down onto him.

you keen loudly as his jaw drops, the stretch and burn exquisite. every ridge, every vein, slides against your walls, you feel it all as he bottoms out, tip sitting pleasantly just against your cervix.

“move when you’re ready, honey,” steve says, voice strained, and you feel a wave of love for him wash over you. he never rushes you, never makes you do anything until you want to, never wants to hurt you, especially during something that’s supposed to be so enjoyable and intimate. you lean forward and catch his mouth in a sweet kiss, slowly raising up and then slowly sitting yourself back down, swallowing the moan he lets out at the pressure of you around him.

you start gradually but soon your movements are fast and hard, feeling like you can never get enough of him, like you’d rather swallow him whole than let him go again.

“oh, i love you, angel,” your boyfriend murmurs, eyes closed tight and hands in a death grip on your hips, and you whine at how he can seemingly read your mind, or how he’s feeling the exact way about you that you are about him in this moment, or how his cock pulses inside you, or all three. he takes that whine as direction—maybe it was that too—and lifts you so he’s pistoning his hips so hard the sound of slapping skin fills the car, mixing with the smell of sex.

“love you so much, daddy,” each word of yours matching the tempo of his thrusts, and he moans, almost delirious with love for you.

his actions start stuttering at some point and you know he must be close. proving it, he says, “can you cum with me, sweetheart?” at your nod, which he echoes, he continues, “go on, touch yourself for me, baby. ‘m so close, feel like i’m gonna explode.” you press two fingers to your clit and move them erratically, bottom lip going white as your teeth clench into it so hard. “that’s it, angel,” steve soothes, looking like he’s hanging on by a thread. “look so good riding me like this, never wanna see you do anything else.”

“oh, oh, oh, i‘m cumming!” you wail as your orgasm bursts inside you, making you clench around steve’s cock rhythmically, which in turn makes him finally let go and spill into you. you groan and then collapse against him, breathing heavily.

“that’s my girl,” steve says softly as he holds you close, stroking down your hair and back, kissing your temple and cheek as you come down from the high with him. when you feel stable enough, you start matching his kisses, eventually finding your way to his mouth and kissing him sweetly, lips moving with no specific intention, just loving the feeling of his on yours like always.

you lift yourself off of him slowly, and he helps you settle back in the passenger seat. he opens the middle console and pulls out tissues—the softest money can buy—and hands them to you, knowing you usually like to do it yourself. you give him a loving look that he returns before wiping yourself and righting your clothing. steve does the same, checking the area for peeping toms, but it’s deserted.

he starts the car and pulls onto the road, hand coming back to rest on your thigh as he gets on the highway.

“maybe you should come up with challenges more often,” your boyfriend muses, “if that’s the outcome.”

you laugh, and he glances at you with all the adoration in the world, as you drive towards the setting sun.

#steve harrington x reader #mine #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #steve harrington x you

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carolperkinsexgirlfriend · 6 months

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Steddie Upside-down AU Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

Their planning session didn’t bear much fruit. Harrington had tried the water in his sink, and it came out a murky black. When he pulled snacks out of a hidden bottom in one of his dresser drawers, each unopened pack was full of mold and ash.

They had no weapons, no game-plan, and the sky was still red. In short, they were fucked.

The bickering was kept barely civil by the need to control their volume.

“–just think we should consider scoping the place out!” Harrington was whispering but enunciating like a shout. “For all we know there’s good food at the store, or a way out of here right where we went in, or at least some water at the quarry!”

“You want to drink quarry water? That shit’s inedible even when there’s not toxic ash particles floating in it!”

“That’s not the point!” Harrington’s passing in front of him, raking his hand through his drooping hair. “We can’t just hide in my room forever. No one’s coming to save us!”

“Not forever, man.” Eddie replies, leg twitching from where he’s still sitting at the edge of Harrington’s bed. “But that thing’s still out there. I don’t know about you, but I think we should have a better idea for surviving it than just hoping it’s not out there!”

Harrington droops, shoulders, mouth, hair, and then drops to the carpet where he was standing. “Shit, okay, okay, you’re right.”

That same thrill goes through him at seeing Harrington beneath his feet. He squashes it down, scooching off the bed to sit across from Harrington on the floor.

“Hey,” Eddie says, voice gone quiet and kind at the look of desolation on Harrington’s face. “We’re gonna figure this shit out, man.”

Harrington laughs, and it sounds remarkably like the laugh he always heard across high school hallways and cafeterias and gyms. Hollow. Eddie has the absurd urge to throw his arms around him.

“Okay man, how about we start by raiding your closet. I don’t know about you, but my clothes reek like your rich-boy pool.”

Harrington scoffs, but dutifully levers himself off the floor to shuffle through his open closet. He throws a navy blue long sleeve in Eddie’s direction, followed by an awful pair of bleach-washed jeans, socks, and a pair of underwear.

Then, like Eddie’s another jock and they’re in the locker room after practice, Harrington starts stipping with no regard to modesty. Eddie quickly turns his back from the sight and begins to do the same. His jeans jangle when he drops them on the carpet, chain and lunch box rattling when they hit the floor. Eddie holds a silent memorial for all the dignity he was about to lose.

He’s just pulled the slightly short pants on and buttoned the fly when he hears the little “huh,” Harrington lets out.

Quickly pulling the shirt over his head, he turns to see what Harrington’s on about. Luckily, the other boy still had his underwear on. Unluckily that was all he had on as he crouched down and stared at the ring cradled in his hand. Absurdly, Eddie thought of Gollum and had to bite his lip on the laugh in his throat.

“Whatcha got there, Stevie boy?”

Still crouched, Harrington held the ring up toward Eddie, clutched between pointer finger and thumb, looking like a man picking the worst possible moment to propose marriage.

“This yours?” he asks.

It was. “Where’d you get that?” he demands, snatching it from Harrington’s grasp.

“Fell out of my pants.”

Eddie looks down at the little ring in his palm. It was his Mom’s–the perfect size for only his littlest fingers. He remembers the pressure and sudden pain of his finger being wrenched out of where it was tucked into Harrington’s pants. He hadn’t even realized it was missing.

Slipping it onto his other pinkie, Eddie murmurs a quiet “thanks,” cheeks blooming with color at the implications.

Harrington doesn’t respond, but Eddie can feel his gaze on the back of his head as he walks over to Harrington’s horrific plaid curtains and twitches them back to look outside. There’s nothing to see but the same red sky, the same vine-covered pool, the same empty backyard they’d fled last night.

Not wanting to stare at the hopeless sight anymore, Eddie bends down to pull the borrowed socks and his slightly damp boots back on his feet.

Eddie can hear the sound of clothes shuffling behind him, refusing to turn back around until the sound stops. But then Harrington gasps out, “Nancy?”

Eddie turns, expecting to see Harrington’s girlfriend miraculously in the room with them, but there’s nothing but Harrington spinning wildly around the room, looking for something Eddie can’t see.

“Nancy?” he says again, louder this time, still at nothing.

Eddie’s sure he’s gone around the bend, and he’s going to have to put him down like old yeller, but then he hears it, “-would he have gone?” It’s quiet, muffled, but there.

“I don’t know, Nancy,” another voice replies, sounding exasperated. “Maybe he’s off with his parents vacationing in Europe or something. Who cares? Can we go before someone calls the police?”

“Barb?” Steve calls again, growing louder still.

Eddie still can’t see anyone, but he calls out “Wheeler?” desperate to be heard.

“Will is missing, though!” Wheeler replies. Her voice sounds shrill—less like she’s panicking and more like she’s about ready to lose it and sock her friend in the jaw. “Do you really think that’s a coincidence?”

“Yes!”

“Nancy!” Steve calls again, this time loud enough to echo through the room.

Eddie’s yanked open the closed door to the Harrington’s stupid en-suite bathroom, like Wheeler and her mystery friend will suddenly appear in the bath tub, hanging out like the world is still normal. He’s even poked his head into the dark interior of the closet they’d slept in, but no dice.

Harrington is still screaming his head off to the two girl’s who are either playing the world’s cruelest prank or simply can’t hear him, when Eddie opens Harrington’s bedroom door.

It happens before he’s taken even one step out into the hallway. There’s that sound that makes his hair stand on end. Foxes chittering, television static trapped in an enclosed box and made horrific and animal. Eddie closes the door.

Harrington’s still screaming as it grows louder—grows closer.

“Harrington,” he snaps, voice cracking on each syllable.

He doesn’t stop screaming until Eddie’s backed up right into him, unable to look away from the door as he trips over Harrington’s feet. His shoulders are setadied.

Nancy’s still talking. Eddie can’t hear her over Harrington’s ragged breathing, over that thing chittering up the stairs.

“Munson, what’s—” He must hear it because he stops talking, and his nails really dig in, little pricks of pain that Eddie wants to lean back into.

He finds himself bargaining in his brain to some nebulous being he doesn’t believe in. He’ll let Harrington beat him bloody if that thing doesn’t come into this room. He’ll tell Wayne he loves him more. He’ll stop skipping P.E. He’ll go to church, god damn it! But none of it works. The sound grows louder.

Harrington’s forearm is suddenly in front of his sternum, pulling him along backwards. Eddie stumbles further into him, letting his weight drop onto Harrington fully. The bastard doesn’t even seem to notice, as he continues dragging Eddie bodily away from the door.

Wheeler’s friend is talking now. Eddie has no idea what she’s saying, only that her voice turns angry and shrill just as Harrington begins to slide his bedroom window up. Just as that horrific nightmare of a monster busts down Harrington’s bedroom door like it’s a cardboard playhouse.

He’s paralyzed, rooted to the spot as the thing opens its gaw and screams, twining horrifically with the mundanity of two invisible girls arguing. The blinds clack together as Harrington lunges through them, pulling Eddie out the window behind him. He can hear the strings holding them together snap–knows the sound intimately from all the guitar strings he’d broken while learning.

His back scrapes painfully on the top of the sill as he’s crammed through the opening. He doesn’t care what shapes Harrington configures his body into as long as he keeps pulling him away from that thing.

His opinion holds as Harrington drags him bodily across the shingles of his roof. The monster lunges, stuck halfway through the too-small window, as Eddie’s hauled upright.

“Fucking, go,” Harrington yells, shoving him toward the sheer drop off the roof. He’s just considering jumping when he continues, somehow finding the energy to sound exhausted, “the gutters, man. Shimmy down. I do it all the time.”

He’s not looking at Eddie anymore, back turned like somehow keeping the monster in sight will stop it from swallowing them whole.

Eddie eyes the gutter. It looks flimsy and too smooth to hold onto, but the horrific sounds emanating from Harrington’s bedroom make a compelling argument. He kneels, latches his hands into the loop of the gutter and swings himself off the roof.

Vertigo almost takes him down, but Eddie manages to hang on, shuffling quickly down as he hears glass begin to splinter from above.

Harrington’s foot catches him in the shoulder before he makes it all the way down. His fingers slip–he falls.

It’s not a long fall, but he lays, winded in the aftermath and watching Harrington leap and roll like some goddamn action hero, before he’s yanking Eddie up and dragging him blindly away from the house.

It’s quiet by the time they reach the woods. Eddie can’t hear Harrington behind him past his own ragged breathing. He only knows he’s there by the warm hand clutched tightly into his vest, like he’s a school child fond of running into the road. Eddie doesn’t mind.

He minds even less when, once fully ensconced in the trees, Harrington pushes him against a tree and pulls him down beside him.

It’s reminiscent of those first moments in the closet. They’re close together, Eddie can’t catch his breath, and they’re both staring, horrified in front of them waiting for the big bad wolf to come eat them.

Harrington is holding his hand.

Part 4

#steddie upsidedown au #steddie fic #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #my fic

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wrote this whilst i was playing re4 bc i couldnt stop looking at leon's arms and everytime he kicked an enemy i wanted him on his KNEES warning for smut! afab reader but gender neutral, public sex, he goes down on you whilst youre hiding from enemies, careful he spits, dom leon who lives for making you feel good

Leon always was prettiest on his knees.

Wide, gunmetal blue eyes staring up at you, so full of love and adoration it’s almost overwhelming. The position and expression alone tells you how much he loves you, how much he wants to be on his knees for you. Despite his strength, just how easy it would be for him to overpower you and switch your positions, he still wanted nothing more than to be knelt before you, worshipping his lover the way he felt they deserved to be worshipped. He'd spend hours between your thighs, hours making you feel good, no matter the situation.

It's how you found yourself here. In the upstairs of a rough, almost destroyed house. You could hear the cultists downstairs, hear them searching for you both, and if either of you so much as moved you were terrified that they'd be alerted to your position above them. And yet Leon just couldn't help himself, not when you'd spent the last hour fighting and relying on one another to stay alive. It always riled him up, always made his heart beat fast and drool form under his tongue. Nothing got to him the way you did when you fought, when you protected him and he was able to protect you.

The moment you were both alone, even when you technically weren't with the cultists downstairs still looking for you, he was immediately on you like you were his prey, like he'd been hunting you for hours and could finally go in for the kill. You should have known, with his smug little grin and the way he stood ever so slightly closer to you than usual, that something was going to happen. You just never thought you'd end up here, back against an almost broken wooden wall, the oh so powerful Leon Kennedy on his knees in front of you, looking up at you as if you had put the sun and moon in his sky.

"Leon," you hissed, teeth gritted tight and the hand in his hair gripping onto him, "Are you serious? Do you want to get us killed?"

"C'mon, sweet thing, as if this would be a bad place to die," Leon's voice was low, full of a rasp that could only come from his desire from you.

"Oh, in a random village in Spain full of cultists? Real romantic, Kennedy."

"From down here, I can't think of a better place," The grin on his face was wide, full of mischief, and you couldn't miss the way his eyelids fluttered when you gently tugged on his locks, nor could he miss the soft smile that briefly appeared on your face at his words.

With a quiet sigh, you leant your head back against the wall, biting your lip.

"Fine, but please… make it quick, Leon, I'll fuck you properly once we're out of here, I promise," His grin only widened at your words, his hands quickly coming up to shove your pants down just enough for his face to fit. He didn't have the patience to fully remove them, once he saw your underwear, he couldn't wait any longer to dig his face as far as it would go, as close as he could be to your weeping core.

With his nose pressed against the wet spot on your underwear, he couldn't help but let out a low moan. His eyes were shut, eyebrows furrowed like he was truly enjoying himself. Just by being this close, feeling your heat and smelling your wetness, his hips bucked up in his kneeling position, hands holding your thighs so tightly you thought they might bruise. He always did love leaving proof of his love on you, bruises of his hand and fingerprints left wherever he could.

When you could feel his nose against your clit, feel the way he mouthed at the wet spot in your underwear like he was a man starved, you had to quickly bring the hand that wasn't in his hair up to cover your mouth. You didn't want to let go of him, but you also couldn't let yourself make any noise. It wasn't fair that a simple touch felt so good, not when anything above a quiet whimper would get you both caught, get you both killed. Leon didn't seem to care though, the way his hands rushed to shove your underwear down to join your pants around your thighs, the devious grin on his face proving that he didn't plan on stopping or slowing down any time soon.

The way that Leon's tongue felt on your clit almost killed you, the hand in his hair tightening enough for him to let out a low groan against you, the hands on your hips tightening. Your other hand was still clamped tight over your mouth, keeping any noise you almost made at bay. This didn't make Leon happy though, even with cultists downstairs, he wanted to hear you as much as he could. One of his hands moved to the underside of your thigh, bringing it up over his shoulder as much as it could against the stretch of your pants. His grip was tight, holding you against him as close as he could, as if he wanted to become one with you, wanted to suffocate against you. Maybe he was serious about dying here, just by you instead of the people currently trying to kill you.

His tongue was quick against you, flattened so he could swipe from your hole to your clit. He took moments to focus on each, suckling on your clit and shoving his tongue into your hole as deep as he could. Eyes open now, he couldn't look away from your expression. He wanted to see everything, see you desperately try to keep your voice down, see you come apart simply from his mouth. It was always a beautiful sight, one that Leon held dear, making you cum was his favourite thing and nothing felt as good as knowing you felt good.

Pulling away slowly, Leon made sure to keep eye contact as he spat on your clit, grinning as he slowly watched it dribble down your cunt, onto your hole. He used his tongue before it could go any further, fucking it into you as deep as he could reach. If he couldn't cum inside you, he would have to do with at least knowing his spit was as deep as it could go, shoved inside you with his tongue and fingers, which he quickly brought to your hole when he started sucking on your clit once more. It was overwhelming, fingers in your hole and tongue on your clit, the hand in his hair was gripping so tight you'd have to apologise later, but trying to stay quiet when a man like Leon was giving you this much attention was hard, and you needed to focus on something. He always loved it when you pulled his hair anyway, so you knew he wouldn't complain at the sharp ache that it left on his scalp, not when you'd sooth it over with gentle touches later.

His touch and tongue were brutal against you, so harsh and so much that you could swear he was trying to kill you. When you let out a whimper that was slightly too loud, he pulled away, eyes stern as he stared up at you.

"Make a noise and I won't let you finish," His voice was just as stern as his gaze, but undeniably full of his need for you. Raspy and low, desperate. "Won't let you finish for a whole week. Won't you be good for me, pretty thing?"

You couldn't help but whine at his words, lower and quieter this time, and the grin he gave was downright devilish. He gently patted your thigh, as if praising a dog, and pressed a gentle kiss on your clit before going back to the rough abuse he was giving it earlier. It wasn't fair, it was so much, and you were so close. Your legs were shaking, back arched against the wood and you swore your face was starting to hurt with the way you clamped your hand over your mouth. It'd be hard to explain just how you got a hand shape bruise over your mouth, but you couldn't care ar all. Not when Leon's mouth was about to make you cum, obvious in the way you were almost spasming against his hold.

"Cum for me, sweetheart, come on… want you to cum for me now…" voice quiet, almost a whisper but so so loud in your mind, all you could focus on. It wasn't a request anymore, he was demanding, almost a threat that dared you to not listen. His tone was serious, the one he used when he wanted you to know he meant business, would punish you if you didn't obey.

It wasn't hard either, not when his assault on your cunt was so focused, not when he knew every way to make you feel good and easily took advantage of it, when the thigh resting on his shoulder was tight against his cheek, the hand in his hair tight. You came with a muffled moan, head threw back and willing yourself to not scream with just how overwhelming everything was, grinding against Leon's face, using it for your own pleasure as you finished. He helped you through the orgasm, fingers and tongue slowing but not stopping, and when you pushed his head away out of sensitivity, he pressed one last kiss to your clit and gave you another devious grin.

''That's it, pretty, you're doing so good for me...''

He would absolutely be doing this again, and you would absolutely be getting him back for it.

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #resident evil #resident evil x reader #resident evil smut #god the things i would do to this man.

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essentiallyleaf · 6 months

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day 24. car sex. with. ningning.

1286 words.

tags.

kinktober ‘23, idol x male reader, car sex, Z O O M I N, deepthroating, semi-public sex, a bit of classic existential dread.

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it is so fucking late i gotta go. speedily, leaf.

It’s at times like these that you want to treasure the most precious resource you have. The sun just sank down the horizon of Alpha-Earth, giving the sky this vibrant, electric aura, from the golden and pastel blue West to the indigo East. Hundreds of headlights leave long trails of yellowish white and rusty red all along the highway, almost as if the lines were already there, and the cars just following their predetermined paths. Your right foot pushes down, getting closer and closer to the asphalt. They can call you old-fashioned, but you love the growl of the rear combustion engine, the sound of rubber on tarmac. Time. They say it gets slower as you approach light speed, you’re far from it, but it’s almost like the clock’s hands move slower as the speedometer needle reaches new peaks. Nothing feels as close to God as this. The car takes a life of its own, and you wish you could simply close your eyes and, feel. The thrill you get when you’re on top of a tall building, and part of you wants to take a step. Those are also just passing moments, you think as you lift and return to cruise speed.

Ningning is beside you like she, sometimes is. Her hand falls on your pants-clad dick and starts rubbing like it does almost every single one of those times; the other times you’re already naked. Not the first time this happens in the car, even at high speed, so you simply turn auto-pilot on (they forced everyone to install it even on cars built before 2035) and let your head fall back in pleasure as she reaches inside your underwear to caress your bare length. Your right hand naturally goes to her almost naked back, needing to feel her skin under your finger pads.

She doesn’t dress to impress; sometimes she doesn’t dress at all. And the navy skintight rags she’s wearing today, well, those almost qualify as the latter. You’re in your usual attire, combat boots, cargo pants, the ones that tighten at the ankle, a close-fitting long sleeve shirt and a windbreaker. She needs your help to lower your pants and underwear, then goes back to stroking your cock, spitting on it for lubrication and reaching down to fondle your scrotum from time to time, causing you to moan up towards the roof of the car.

“Mmmh- Ning?”

“Huh?”

“Mind speeding the process up a little?”

Ningning likes to take her time, you learned that long ago. To make you look at her as she pulls the little lever on the side of your seat to move it backwards, positions herself between your legs, and stamps one long wet kiss on your tip. Or to observe people strolling at the night market, mothers buying their sons balloons, couples eating tanghulu (“You can tell if they’re good kissers just by looking at that” “Want to try with me?” “There’s a more hands-on way”; that was your first shared kiss, and it was more than just hands, on one another’s bodies after that). Right now her blue-tinted eyes are on yours, as her mouth surrounds more and more of your cock and she starts to feel her eyes watering and her lungs lacking air. She resists for almost fifty seconds this time - a good one, though not in her top five - drawing more than a groan from you before she has to back out and seek for oxygen.

“Are you okay?” She nods quickly, her hands cleaning up some of the drool that has accumulated on the sides of her mouth. “I need you right now, Ning.”

Ningning smiles and snorts lightly like she has you in the palm of her hand, and at the same time she has to concede this one to you. You stare at her open-mouthed as she somehow rids herself of her clothes, revealing her supple breasts and thick outer lips to you, and only thanks to your tinted windows not to any car around yours. She straddles your lap and wraps her arms around your neck to kiss you deeply while you grab onto one of her plump thighs with one hand and align your shaft with her already wet slit with the other. Her eyes are finally closed as she focuses on the feeling of your tip swiping up and down her vulva, brushing on her clit at every passage.

She’d been looking outside for almost all the trip, scrutinizing every detail of the gray and neon skyline of Nu-Seoul. Ningning has always had her own, unique wide-angle lens on the world. She has a little plant shelf right below her window in her apartment. It’s in one of those old, gray, samey buildings they were plopping one next to the other back when a growing world population wasn’t just a myth; the place is small and the plaster falling apart. One day she was sitting in front of the window, staring at the new little blossoms on the orchid, or at the bland, shiny neons on the skyscraper behind it, you couldn't really tell.

“Do you ever feel like the world is moving too fast for you?” She asked, sounding dispirited.

“I try to stay on pace”

“I feel… impotent. Like there’s nothing I can do, to change it”

“Do you think it’s on you to change it?”

“I think it’s on me to try.” She turns her gaze towards you, you let out a little sigh.

“When it’s just the two of us,” You sit beside her and wrap your arm around her back. “We can make what we want of our time. Make it speed up, slow down… It’s just ours. No one will ever take that away from us”

What you’re making of it now is pumping your dick in and out of her pussy while gripping onto her full asscheeks while she whimpers in your mouth at the sensation of her hole being stretched. She loves that feeling like she loves the feeling of wet grass on her feet when it’s raining, though meadows are but a distant memory in a city eaten by cement and desolation. Her soft, tight walls squeezing you in a humid embrace. You were wrong; this is what makes you feel like you’re touching the Infinite, reaching Eternity. Ningning moaning in bliss on your lips, on the crook of your neck, on the headrest of the driver’s seat. Her hands not finding rest, switching between your pecs, your jaw, your hips, and her own heat, digits circling at frenzied pace on her clit. You speed your thrusts up, time slows down. It’s a race ending in a photo finish; you can see the end, it’s close for both parties, but you never seem to reach it. Take a look at her pleasured state, savor the moment. Savor her tits as well, feast on them, then slap her ass once, twice. She wasn’t expecting it, her instinctive reaction is to drag her pelvis forwards towards you, giving you a different angle to attack. Exploit that to hit every crevice, every little patch you weren’t able to before, and as she contracts around you in one long, then multiple short and rhythmic flexes of her lower abdomen, each accompanied by a scream that fills the entire cockpit, you have your own release. Spill cups and cups of milky substance into her womb, every spurt coinciding with an upwards thrust and a small bite on her shoulder, as you continuously groan in complete bliss. Then it’s silence, a second, or an eternity, it doesn’t matter anymore, before she talks again.

“Back seat for round two? I want it from behind”

footnotes.

now i can’t unsee the asthma periods. you cursed me @erospandemos. gaspingly, leaf.

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #girl group smut #idol smut #female idol smut #kpop fanfic #kpop smut #idol x reader #idol x male reader #aespa #ningning #aespa ningning #aespa smut #ningning smut #aespa ningning smut

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superherobriefings · 10 months

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Mr. Justice

Creator(s): Joe Blair, Sam Cooper

Alias(es): Prince James Of England

1st Issue w/Uniform: Blue Ribbon Mystery Comics #11

Year/Month of Publication: 1941/04

pdsh.fandom.com/wiki/Mr._Justice

#superheroes #comics #mister justice #mr justice #prince james #england #classic #golden age #sky blue trunks #sky blue underwear #blue trunks #blue underwear

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ineylesian · 7 months

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THRASH

SIMON “GHOST” RILEY X READER

AO3 | KINKTOBER 2023 MASTERLIST

DEBRIEF | ghost has been avoiding you since your last deployment. you think he’s hiding something.

WARNINGS | smut, handjobs, slight degrading, semi public sex, dom! reader kinda?, smug ghost

WORD COUNT | 1k

THIS WORK IS MEANT TO BE READ IN AN ADULT READER’S POINT OF VIEW. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

Finally.

“Where are you going, Riley?”

Your hand encloses around the base of his arm, twisting cruelly as the other spins him your way. Black polyester shifts at your fingertips, and you feel his muscles twitch under the jacket.

Ghost looks down at you, eyes faintly parted in shock. You nearly recoil at the sight. His features are ridden with fatigue— eyeblack smudged carelessly around his lashes, hollowing out sunken eye bags that make it look like he hasn’t slept for days.

You open your mouth to question him, until your knee knocks against the fly of his jeans. Glancing down, you find yourself pressed against the outline of his cock, strained against denim and nearly searing through it.

“Huh.” You smirk, lips painted coy. “Having a rough week, honey?”

Ghost sinks down partially on the wall you have him pinned against. His hood is far gone by the winds, and you’re surprised the cigarette he dropped hasn’t blown away yet. Smile sticking to your face, one of your feet stomps on it, languidly dragging the remains against concrete.

“Thought you wouldn’t notice I wasn’t around.” His voice is low, gravely and thick with impatience because he knows he’s caught. “Guess I’m not the only bad one here.”

There’s a low ambiance from inside, softly buzzing the wall he’s pushed up against. His gaze drifts to the side, fighting the urge to push you off of him and take to the woods.

The night is young, the sun gone some hours ago when you and the rest of the Task Force arrived. Instead of drowning yourself in liquor from your recent success in Berlin, you took to shadows and scathed trees in search of your Lieutenant. He’s aware that you’ve been worried sick about him since you touched down in Germany, and he’s also aware that you no longer care due to the erection pressing against your leg.

Ghost looks back at you, shallow blues swallowed by a forlorn sky.

“Well, you got me right where you want me.”

It’s been a few days, nearly a week since you’ve seen even a shadow of Ghost around. He’s been avoiding you because of something like this? Trying to flip if on you when he’s cornered? Ridiculous.

“Always trying to soften the blow on yourself.” You scoff, fingers looping around the frame of his belt buckle. “You’re pathetic.”

Your hand pulls on the last of the zipper, pushing his belt loop to the side, and tugging his boxers down. Ghost groans, low and savory, his cock nestled against a faded scar on his abdomen. Your hand moves from the band of his underwear, fingers daintily running along the base of his dick.

Mild hums join in with the music from inside, and you hear boots kicking up dust from the exit around the corner. Ghost reaches for your hand, but you’re quick, moving the other to delve under his mask. His lips quiver under the cold press of your hand, and you smile, pressing him further toward the wall.

“Don’t want other people hearing us, yeah?”

He nods, half heartedly, blonde eyelashes shifting under amber lamplight. You hum, smoothing your pointer finger along the tip of his dick. Pre drips against your skin, warm and sticky. Low vibrations hit the hand that covers his mouth as you lather his length in his own mess.

It’s loud, the squelch that joins squawking crows and chilling drafts. Ghost’s breath is warm against your skin, choppy and dripping with saliva as you work his dick. His face drips with sweat, skin warm to the touch despite the winds that roll over it.

“Needed me this bad, huh?” You simper, teasingly squeezing his balls, hung low and heavy. “I wonder what the others would think, not being able to keep your dick in your pants. What’s gotten into you, Riley?”

Riley. He shudders, hips involuntarily bucking toward your hand. You grin, tongue lining your teeth in satisfaction. He was right, you have him exactly where you want him.

“Well,” you release your hand from his mouth, increasing the pace of your strokes as you do so. “Got anything to say?”

Ghost gasps at the release, pooling fogged breaths to the night air, other hand wiping the spit from his chin.

“A little disciplinary action couldn’t hurt.” He sighs, eyes smug and gratified. “Think I’ve learned my lesson, but you can finish your punishment if you’d like.”

You roll your eyes, watching with exasperation as his lips quirk up. He always does find a way to turn things in his favor.

“Dick.”

He hums, quiet and bobbing softly against his adam’s apple. You feel his dick throb in your hold, hot and slick against your palm. Ghost cocks one of his fingers up, motioning for you to let off. Your hand leaves his chest and his neck cranes forward, arm snaking around your waist to hold you against him.

His lips taste as they always do, remnants of war and gunpowder mixing with ashes from his last cigarette. His canines prod at the flesh of your mouth, loosening only when he feels his release nearing.

Through parted lips he moans, low and satiated. You savor every noise, feeling the last waves of ecstasy wash off as warm liquid leaks over your fingers. You part, sloppily wiping his mess of the black of your pants as he tidies himself.

“Cheers, lovie.” He tilts your chin up, the ghost of a smirk disappearing with the rise of his mask. “Won’t go off your radar like that again, yeah?”

#arqhms #🎃 arqhmskinktober23 #🎃 arqhmsfall23 #arqhmsthirst #call of duty modern warfare #simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #cod mw22 #simon ghost riley x reader #call of duty #simon riley #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley smut #ghost smut #simon ghost riley smut #cod smut #kinktober

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teddybeartoji · 26 days

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Attention please 🗣non sexual nudity with bf/bsf satoru...

ATTENTION!!!!!! ATTENTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🗣🗣🗣🗣

going skinny dipping with best friend!gojo.

it's a warm sunny day and satoru has dragged you outside. he heard about a new hidden hiking trail and he obviously wanted to check it out with you.

so, that's how you find yourself on a beautiful-beautiful forest trail. the birds are singing their little love songs above your heads as you let satoru lead you through the woods. sweat dribbles from your temples and your feet are beginning to hurt but you're not complaining.

you can't. you can't complain when satoru turns around and shows you his bashful smile, letting his dimples shine freely. his cheeks are completely flushed and his hair is starting to stick to his forehead and he just looks so fucking good.

"you gotta keep up with me! c'mon-c'mon!"

you roll your eyes at his words. "i am literally on your ass, satoru."

"ohhh, sexy!" he winks at you and laughs when you flip him off. you follow him up the little hill and you're met with gorgeous scenery. the sun is still high in the pretty blue sky with no clouds anywhere in sight and the trees paint almost a perfect circle around the shore of a lake.

"satoru! you didn't tell me we could go swimming!" you scream at him and he hears the pout in your voice.

your eyes are glued to the sight before you, making you miss the way satoru stares at you. "i didn't know! i didn't know! i didn't know!"

"wait..." you face him with a quirked brow. "what do you mean 'you didn't know'? you didn't properly look up the trail beforehand?"

he's quiet as his expression tells you everything you need to know and he earns a slap against his chest.

"what is wrong with you?! what if we got lost?!"

"it's just one trail? one road? how would we get lost?" he questions, surpressing his laughter at your fake-angry tone.

you just shake your head at him. "i hate you."

he sends you an air kiss back and you thank the sun for successfully hiding the growing tint on your cheeks. dick. you brush by him and start making your way to the wooden dock that floats in the water. satoru watches how you skip down with a smile on your lips and his heart is doing flips in his chest. he watches you drop to your knees and reach your hand in the water before turning to him with an even bigger grin.

"it's so warm!"

"yeah?"

you nod excitedly and immediately start stripping your bag and your clothes, leaving satoru staring at you like a dumb fish out of the water. "what... are you doing?"

"going swimming, duh." you rip off your shoes and your pants, only leaving you in your shirt and socks.

"but..."

you stare at him with a big grin, the corners of your eyes crinkling in the hot sun. "what? you scared?"

"wha— i'm not scared." satoru stammers back, fiddling with his fingers, clearly a little flustered. he's silly.

"get naked then."

"i—"

"or don't. i'm not pressuring you, but i am going in." you take off the socks and the shirt and satoru glues his eyes at the lake behind you. unable to hold back your laugh, you tease your best friend. "yeah, if a little skin gets too scary for you, just look at the water."

the tips of his ears grow red and he drops his bag in defeat. "i am not scared of you or your body, alright?"

"look at me then."

satoru gojo - the man with thee biggest staring problem in the world cannot hold eye contact for the life of him right now. and your cheeks hurt from smiling.

his best friend is standing a few feet from him, only clad in their underwear and well... how is he supposed to keep eye contact? it's not like he likes you or anything. it's not that at all.

"do you like me or something, satoru?"

it's not that at all.

you laugh behind your hand and watch the heat bloom on his face.

"you don't have to come in, it's okay. i'll make it quick, yeah?"

taking a step closer, satoru's breath hitches. you raise your hand to swipe over his face, closing his eyes with a giggle and he wraps his fingers around your wrist with a pout. "i wanna come too."

"yeah? you wanna come too?"

"see, sometimes i think you're just so much worse than me." satoru tugs on your hand when you try to run away, keeping you close to him. the flush on his cheeks seems to be permanent but the corners of his lips are starting to curl upwards again. "you're so much worse actually."

"oh, nooo... i'm soo terrifyingly funny.... nooo....."

the sun has nothing on your bright big smile as you blink up at him.

"are you gonna join me then?"

he nods.

his grin widens when you finally yank your hand from his grasp and take a few steps back toward the edge of the dock. "well, c'mon– get naked, stupid."

he starts by peeling off his own shirt. "you're stupid."

"i'm faster though!" without giving him another second to catch up, you pull of your underwear and jump into the lake. submerged under the refreshing water, your heart beats louder than ever, giddy from sharing this moment with satoru. you poke your head back out and push the water from your eyes with a smile that reaches back behind your ears and are met with a stumbling satoru trying to take off his socks.

"hey, you had a head start!" he's jumping from one leg to another and he looks so cute. "dick!"

laughter echoes over the lake and through the woods, a sound resembling the lovesongs of the little birds that live there. he removes his boxers and then he's already cannonballing into the water right next to you.

his soaked head of hear pops up and he's pulling in big breaths of air, making you choke on your own giggles.

"OH FUCK! THAT'S NOT WARM AT ALL." he splashes you, reveling in the smile lines that rest on your skin. "i think i lost a couple of inches."

his joke makes you actually cough and his head falls back toward the sun, eyes closed, as he bellows out a laugh.

"oh no, poor little satoru..." his head whips towards you and you take the moment to splash him back.

"what did you just call me?!"

you let out a loud shriek when he suddenly starts swimming to you and you decide to dive in order to escape his wrath. it just feels so good. the water washes off the built up sweat from the hike and gives you life.

coming up for air, you have a second to look for satoru before he's bursting out from under the water, shaking his head and hair at you like a dog.

"you're dumb."

"you're an idiot."

silence.

satoru counts the freckles on your face and you count the stars in his eyes.

"aren't you glad i dragged you here, hm?" he wiggles his brows at you, expecting another splash that never comes.

a soft little mhmm is what he gets instead. full of fondness and admiration; the scenery, the sun, the water, the boy before you —

you are glad he dragged you here.

+ thank u nonnie for this cute little idea<33333

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hastyprovocateur · 8 months

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Pine Soap (Modern!Abby × Reader)

Summary- Abby and reader hop in for a quick shower

Word count-1.5k

Cw- sexual content, mature themes, fluff

• The tap water runs tepid as you twist the faucet on, letting its steady stream run over your hand. It nearly lulled you back to the cozy bed you just got out of. You force your eyes open, sleepy fingers wiggling for your brush. It sat next to Abby’s in the ceramic container embossed with both your initials. A silly couples project you did as housewarming. It stood now as a hearty reminder of how it all fell together, holding a red brush and a blue one.

• You smile at the letters, dousing your brush with toothpaste before jamming it in your mouth. The morning sun streamed through the bathroom sky light, bathing the whole tiled space in a halo-like glow. You rinse yourself, peering into the mirror. You pull the neck of your robe aside to assess the fresh hickey on your neck as the sharp spray of the shower water came on in the back.

• Abby had monopolised the stall after her workout, the frosted partition exposing her beautiful body as steam rose out the top. It was all too tempting. You sidle up to the door, knocking on it to garner her attention. She notices, giving you a small wave from behind. You waved back, placing your open palm against the glass. She mirrors you, placing her hand right against yours. Eventually, she slid the partition open.

• “God, you’re naked” you squeal as she tries to grab you, wet hands firm around your sleeve. She draws you back, nuzzling into your neck amid protests. “You’re soaking my robe!” you complain half-heartedly as she cocoons you in her big arms, leaving damp patches everywhere. “Then take it off” she mumbles like a scolded child into the top of your hair, loosening the knot you had tied before. You pull away to look back at her with chagrin, but it was hard to stay mad. Her honey-colored hair had turned dark, sticking to the sides of her face, neck, and down her back. Water beaded on her lashes, the tip of her nose and chin.

• You huff in reprimand as Abby chuckled, giving you a once over with her arm slung on your waist. Closing the space between your bodies. “Don’t look at me like that” her smile fades, leaning down to slowly push the robe down your shoulder, pressing her damp lips against your smooth shoulder, making you flinch. You gently grab her neck, pushing her away as she returned to that same spot she abused last night. You wince softly from the dull ache below the skin. “I did that?” Abby exhaled, circling the tip of her tongue around the bruise.

• You shiver, pulling your shoulder to your chin as you raise your hands up against her chest. “Shower with me” Abby urged, voice next to a whine. “You get rough…” you object softly, but she shakes her head firmly, bowing her head to meet your eyes “I’ll be good” she assures you. You close your eyes, feeling the wetness reach your skin through the thin fabric, finally relenting. Abby watched as the silk unsheathes your curves, puddling on the tiles, along with your underwear. She drew you in with a firm hand on the small of your back.

• The warmth made you nearly slump into her, resting your head on her chest as the hot water ran down your back, soaking your hair. Abby held your face, pushing her hands back into your scalp and cradling the crown of your head as you hooked your arms around her shoulders to keep from buckling. “Is that right?” she laughed, watching you sway against her. You smile “It’s perfect” pressing the side of your face into her collarbone. The pumping of her heart spelled home, reverberating through your body.

The safest you could ever feel.

• Abby kissed the top of your head, slowly collecting your hair at the side of your neck, nuzzling the side of her face against yours. Her hands trail down your spine, resting at your waist. She folded you within herself, lifting you up and inhaling the scent of your body deep into her senses. The sun seemed to follow you into the bath, turning your bodies gold as it washed over you in dapples and streaks. You peer up at Abby’s face, chin pinned to her chest. At her eyes. One deep in the shadow, one baby blue from the light.

• Bubbles slipped through your fingers as you lathered her waist-length, blonde hair with bath gel, the soapy suds swirling in her strands. Its pine scent wove itself into the rising steam, smelling sweet to the nose and bitter on the tongue. You reached behind her neck, combing your fingers in gentle circles at the back of her scalp. Abby craned low to press the tip of her nose to yours, kissing your cheek. Her hands swept up your butt, rubbing across your hips and up your back, holding you tighter. The creamy foam oozed, rolling down your curves.

• “Ow” Abby winced, causing you to panic and check her eyes for soap. She wheezed, getting a kick out of rousing you for nothing. You smack the side of her shoulder, pouting as she pulled you back under the water, rinsing you off. You rest your arms on Abby’s shoulders, raising your eyes up at her as she stares back, lips parting as she tilts her face to kiss you. The water rinses you, enveloping you like warm sheets. You pull back to breathe only to get drawn back in, her arms encircling your waist like fetters. You whimper in her embrace, dragging your leg up her side. Feeling faint. Exhilarated.

• You slip down her front, hands latching onto her breast and her hip as you fell to your knees. Abby stroked your head, gently pinning your wet hair back as you kissed her folds, closing your eyes at the familiar taste, the hue and touch of it known to you like the back of your hand. Hands curling around her butt, gripping her cheeks as you relished her, forcing yourself into her deep and firm.

• Abby gulped; breath jagged as her knees quivered ever so slightly. Her pleasure was no secret to you. You applied your tongue relentlessly, your chin and lips soaked with her arousal. Eventually, you felt her squeeze, finishing in your mouth, flooding the insides of her thighs. Abby flushed pink, cheeks aglow both with the orgasm and the hot water. “That good?” you cock your chin with a grin, embarrassing her.

• A gasp escapes your lips as she yanked you back up, your knees turning red. She flipped you against her body, back pressed against her front as she reached around. “Baby… ” you hold her arm as she ventures between your thighs, her fingers into your depth, burrowing deep in that soft, sweet place. Her other arm wraps around your breasts, squeezing them. You buckle at the hips, heels lifting off the ground as you throw yourself back into her, feeling every muscle flex as she had her way with you.

• “That good?” Abby teased you back, her fingers sliding in and out of you. You feel the shape of them against your walls, curling slowly to reach that place within. A physical reminder that you knew her inside out as she did too. It made you teeter on your toes as you dug your fingers into her arm to steady yourself, leaving red marks. You screw your eyes shut, feeling her lips finding your neck, your weakness. Her lips dragged across the older hickey, finding home for a new one.

• “Aaah” it burnt in the most pleasurable way possible, driving you all the way through. Abby’s hips melded into you; nipples erect against your shoulder blades as she used your writhing body to massage herself. Her groans blow down your neck, raising your hair on end. You clench your legs close, stiffly working yourself onto her fingers.

You finish pathetically, head rolling weakly on her chest as she held you still. It rose and fell at the pace of yours. You watch as Abby twisted the shower knob close with one hand, holding you in the other. “Let’s dry you up” she fervently kissed the side of your face, pulling her towel from the bar and shrouding you in it.

• You peer into the bathroom mirror, clothed in fresh underwear with your hair still damp. “Dammit” you groan as the fresh, red hickey on your neck next to the old one. You look down at your knees, finding two oval red patches on the caps “I told you!” you point to them incredulously, turning around to complain.

• Abby stopped mid-swipe as she put on deodorant, smirking at you “I mean… look at us” she shrugged, exposed aside from the towel around her waist, damp hair flowing down her back. Abby's arms, shoulders, chest, and hips were peppered with your hand marks “Can’t do much about it” she smiled. “Wow…” you trail with your hands on your hips, exhaling in defeat before walking out. Abby piped after you. Joyful as ever.

“if you can’t hide em, own em, baby!”

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m-ayo-o · 2 months

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　✦　stsg x kitty sisters :3 ˚ ★⋆. ࿐࿔

𐙚 suguru introduces his bestie to two pretty kitty girls [they are sisters but don't really interact sexually apart from sharing sugu]

*　✦　.　　nsfw cw: heavy stsg, oral, sex ˚　. * ✦　˚　. 　

He went with Suguru to one of those terrible matchmaker parties- he told him there would be lots of cute girls there, but didn't mention you were all hybrid girlies.

And he was suddenly surrounded by bunny ears, puppy tails and kitty whiskers. It was all very overwhelming to start with, but when he saw Suguru chatting with a couple of particularly pretty kitty girls, he couldn't help but get involved.

"We're sisters," you chimed with a twitch of your pointy black ears, looking at your white furred counterpart.

"This is Satoru, he's my… best friend," Suguru introduces him with one of those warm smiles that melts your heart.

But his friend is on another planet entirely. He spaces out more than a little, looking between you two; how gorgeous you are in those cute outfits, perfect figures, pretty faces, just like all the girls he's dated before. Then up to your ears…

"Do you uh… have tails?"

You giggle at his question. He doesn't even know your names. He must be a newbie, you've never seen him here before.

You turn around and swish your tail from under your skirt.

The action makes the material lift up slightly and expose your panties to the two men who stare in awe. Suguru's seen it all before… you don't know why he's looking so dumb with his mouth open.

Satoru's hand reaches out to touch the black fur of your tail- but you swish it away and curl the end up to his face, giving his chin a seductive stroke.

"Oh, so soft," he whispers as you pull him in closer, bringing his chest to your back with your tail snaking around his nape, brushing over his undercut.

"We have ears, and a tail," you arch your head back to where the tall man is resting his chin on your shoulder, "but the rest is all… girl"

Your sister giggles at your flirty advances, burying her head in Suguru's chest in embarrassment. Out of the two of you, Suguru has probably fucked your beautiful, white furred sister the most. I mean, she is gorgeous, but you always wondered why he found her so attractive.

And now, looking between hers and Satoru's identical, shimmering hair, and their pretty sky blue eyes, it's all starting to add up.

You look at the two men as your flirting continues, finding it impossible to miss the sexual chemistry between them. The way they look at each other and touch each other, the sparks in their eyes, it gets your heart racing.

That's when you have a little idea.

You whisper it to your sister first.

"Sis," you give her a certain look while she clings to Suguru's arm, "wanna try something fun?"

Your sister is a little more timid than you, which seems to pair very nicely with Suguru. He loves flirting with her and making her blush, then seeing her get all slutty on his cock. He especially loves it when she's in heat, like the both of you are today.

But your more mischievous personality seems to strike a chord with Satoru, and he's just oh so interested in all of your kitty parts.

"So, where does your tail end?"

"Can I touch your ears?"

"Does it feel nice when I scratch you here?"

He's just so curious and returns your flirty advances ten fold, until you're getting way too handsy and being dragged home by Suguru and your sister.

With your little proposal going down very well, Suguru suggested that you all go back to his apartment.

Satoru is getting so turned on now he can see you in your underwear, while your sister and Suguru are making out on his bed.

He touches the base of your tail, where it connects to the human part of your body near your butt. He's just so amazed.

He gives it a stroke then tugs gently, his mind wandering to some filthy fantasies.

"Does it hurt if I pull it?"

"Yeah, not too hard, ok?"

You flash him a warning look.

"Ok, ok sweet thing, 'm sorry, you're just–"

His hands are all over your body now, feeling your tits as he comes in close behind you, pressing his lips into your neck.

"so gorgeous."

He lets off an erotic sigh as you press your ass into him with a soft purr, looping your feline tail around his body to pull him closer.

You're getting needy for him now. But you also want his friend. You want to see them… together.

"Suguuuu," you hum with a little smirk, feeling Satoru's long fingers start to tweak at your nipples through your dainty bra.

"Mmm?" he hums, releasing your sister and wiping a drop of saliva from her lip with his thumb.

"Can we play a little game, pleeease?"

Suguru knows which game you're talking about already.

Usually, it's you and your sister kneeling on the carpet in front of him, in heated competition to see who can make him cum first. He'll give you five minutes, then you have to switch.

However, the way he's got you two wrapped around his little finger, this game always ends up with both of you working on his cock until you're panting and moaning, getting all messy and dripping with spit. It always takes a while to make him cum because he's so thick and long you can barely fit him in your mouths. Not to mention, he loves watching you two struggle and beg him... it's so hot when you're on your knees worshipping his cock like that. And because he has godly stamina and self restraint, he'll keep you on his dick for as long as he wants then he'll choose exactly when he wants to cum.

But today, the dark haired man places you and your sister on the bed instead.

"Come, sit here."

He glances at his friend, giving him that irresistible smile.

"Come and play, Satoru? You get five minutes."

"Huh??"

"With this pretty kitty first," his hand glides up your thigh, "then her sister."

"Suguru, I know you cum pretty quick but five minutes??"

"Time starts now, dummy," he rolls his eyes and hums softly, turning his attention back to your sweet sister who is waiting for him, placing her hand in his jet black locks. Of course, she enjoys this game too.

You giggle at the dumb expression on Satoru's face when Suguru plants his lips on your sister's bare pussy.

"Oh, it's that kind of game," he watches his friend for a moment then shakes his head-

"This is gonna be easy," he drops to his knees, giving you a cocky smile, "'m the best at eating pussy."

He gets your panties off and goes a little wild.

"Oh fuck, you're cute. Let me eat you up, sweetie. I can make you cum real quick"

Maybe if you stop talking. You think, leaning back on your arms, watching him close his lips over you.

And he's good... So good, in fact, that he's got you cumming and whining his name embarrassingly quickly.

"Hm, already?"

He pulls away to look at the silvery watch on his wrist.

"Only two minutes."

He gets you all worked up, taking you over the edge again... and again.

Through the haze that's clouding your mind, you look at the two men below you- best friends, seeming so different in every way... including how they eat pussy.

You're not sure whose method you prefer, but Satoru's got your legs over his shoulders and he's rubbing his perfect nose against your clit with his mouth all over your pussy, getting so crazy and messy. You feel him sucking and he starts to moan-

"Fuck"

"Five minutes."

You hear Suguru's soft voice, but the man getting blissfully squished between your thighs doesn't.

"Satoru," he gets closer to whisper in his ear, "five minutes is up."

"Mmmmmhh-" he groans and releases your sloppy pussy with a long trail of slick on his tongue.

"How many times, sugar?"

"Three," you let out a shaky breath and release his white hair you were clinging to.

"Told ya," he pecks your clit and looks to the side, sparkly blues connecting with Suguru's soft brown irises, "let's make you cum with our fingers now.."

You and your sister stare in awe, watching the two men on their knees drawing closer together, until their lips meet.

It's warm and loving, the way their hands find each other's hair; fluffy white locks between delicate fingers, deep black locks in strong hands.

And it feels as though you honestly could, with your thighs pressing together with incredible need, cum from the sight of them alone. You can see their tongues, the way their mouths connect so beautifully, and-

Their free hands, in some kind of telepathic unison, reach for yours and your sister's legs, pushing them open to find your soaked holes.

You watch them make out so sensually, Satoru getting hungrier by the second, until you're gushing all over their fingers.

Of course, they knew they'd be able to make you cum in five minutes- so the game quickly descends into how many times they can get you off.

They switch places, Suguru getting his hands on you while Satoru eyes up your sister. She's still got that innocent look on her face while dragging Satoru into her core with need.

Suguru is busy doing what he does best; massaging your middle with long, slow licks, then deep, open mouthed kisses.

They're both groaning and humming softly, enjoying the sounds of two cute kitty girls being pleasured.

And the race is on...

Five minutes.

"How many?"

"Two~"

"Four~"

Satoru pouts at his friend. It's not as if you're lying. He really made you cum four times in five minutes. You have to admit, he knows his way around your body, especially that cute little bud he's worked and pleasured so many times now. He knows the exact pressure, speed and suction to get you off quickly. Not as if he ever does it like that- you know he prefers taking his time, making you cry and beg for him to stop teasing you.

But, if he's in a head to head competition with Satoru, he'll happily tease orgasm after orgasm from you as quickly as he fucking can.

"Again?"

"Best of three."

Satoru huffs and they switch places.

It's getting fun now. Messy and sloppy and needy. Especially Satoru who seems to be losing until you pant out that he made you cum five times in five minutes and he gives you a proud smirk.

You're pretty sure Suguru still won, but it's all descending into a horny mess now. Satoru can't really control himself and Suguru isn't exactly going to try to stop him from fucking you...

He's already been rutting into the mattress, making himself all leaky and hard and he can't keep it in his pants anymore. He releases his cock and you let out a little gasp, to his pleasure, leaving him smiling again with his ego swelling up with his cock.

"Lie down, kitten, you want this?"

He tugs himself and you recline back on the bed to watch him massage his erection.

Suguru is already getting it on with your sweet sister, and you can see him out of the corner of your eye pulling her onto his lap on the chair in his room.

"Satoru, strip for me?"

You ask him while pressing your thighs together. Your ears twitch and there's a mischievous glint in your eyes that he just can't resist.

"'kay, whatever you want, kitten~"

He tugs off his shirt and pants, his boxers, everything goes until his gorgeous body is revealed to you.

"So muscly... pretty boy" you tease him and he gets on top of you, spreading your legs eagerly but you push on his chest.

"Let me get on top" you push him down on the bed and his eyes find a new shade of sparkly, iridescent blue. And with one hand he snaps off your bra, tugs at your perky nipples and pulls you down on his dick. You rub him slow, teasing your messy wet pussy all over him.

"You're big, hm?"

He snorts and pulls you over him faster, angling his hips and getting you lined up to take him.

"So impatient..." you tut. He is the exact opposite of his dark haired friend, who has endless patience, endless stamina, especially when it comes to your body; your pleasure.

But the man below you is needy and so irresistible you just have to take his cock in your hand and start slotting him in place. He knows where he needs to go. His tip finds that gooey slit and he pushes in. You can feel him throbbing. And, like a homing signal, that swollen head finds your gummy g spot. His hands pull you all the way down and your bodies are finally flush.

"S-Satoru-!"

You gasp and he grins.

"Good, huh?"

He starts bucking his hips before you can even think to start moving.

"Yeah~"

You pull yourself together and start riding him.

"Mm, good girl," and he learns very quickly how much pretty kitties love to be praised, now your pussy is clenching over him with every one of his hot moans.

"That's nice sweetheart, keep doing that"

He coos your name over and over until you're riding him just how he needs it, with your ass slapping on his thighs and your hands on his chest.

"Oh, fuck, like that- sooo fucking good~"

His dick is so unbelievably long and curved to perfection. You take him in your sensitive hole, in and out, gliding your pussy down over him until your hips start to ache.

"Don't stop, ah, fuck- stay still" he holds onto your body then proceeds to pound you from below.

"Hard- fuck, harder~"

You moan and he obeys, getting harder and harder until his face screws up with his eyebrows hitched. His mouth hangs open. He looks so desperate.

"Gonna, gonna---"

He's about to warn you, but you're going first.

"Cumming- cumming, S'toru.. f-fuck-"

"Mm- pretty- oh fuck me you're so wet and tight-!"

He praises you through your orgasm then fucks himself through his own, spilling his milky load alllll inside you. You sigh with relief and slip yourself off of him, then bend down to clean up his leaky cock.

"Shhhit-- shit- oh fuck, kitten wait wait---"

He's breathless but you suck the last of his creamy milk out and watch him squirm and writhe on the bed. Satoru is fucked out but you lie back on the bed next to him and get ready for his friend to take you next... Your sister gets on top of Satoru and brings him down slowly with kisses and kitten licks to his neck- she is so much softer than you. His body responds to her perfectly and he's getting hard again in no time. While Suguru never finished... He had your sister bouncing on his cock all this time and never came... And he doesn't intend to cum anytime soon. He'll just play with the three of you all evening and when you all get tired he'll choose the neediest and prettiest hole to fill with his cum.

Most likely Satoru's mouth.

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I wrote this instead of sleeping. I have no regrets. Reader is femme coded and 18+.

When you find yourself accidentally walking in your Master, Anakin Skywalker, you're affected more than you think. Unfortunately (or fortunately) for you, so was he.

Warnings: Smut, Fluff (just the tiniest bit tho), this is filthy, Vaginal Fingering, Orgasm, Forced Orgasm, Bathroom Sex, dirty thoughts, Force Mind Reading, Breaking the Jedi Code (fuck the Jedi code), Hand and Finger King (squint and you'll see it), Sex Pollen, Muscles, and an Alien planet.

crossposted here on ao3

Thank you to Rio and Cilantro for inspiring this and also being there as I wrote it. You guys are the best!

All you can think about is him. Him. With those water beads running down that sinfully muscular bare chest, that tiny white towel covering his waist, just barely disguising the girth of his member, those muscular legs that could crush you in bed..maker, what is wrong with you? You quickly turn to leave the fresher, of course, you didn’t mean to walk in on him. You’re just his padawan, you’re just his student. You’re nothing more. You can’t have feelings, you’re a Jedi. What would the other padawans think? What would they think of you, having these thoughts about your master, the Anakin Skywalker, about the man supposed to be training you? You look around as you push the door of the fresher open, the pink sky of some alien planet other than Coruscant gleaming above. You pause.

Sweet. Like flowers. Like warmth, straight to your core, you can feel your heartbeat in your center, pounding away. God, your panties are so slick they’re borderline soaked. There’s some kind of pollen in the air, and you lift your hand towards it. The gentle green grains settle on your palm, bright against the sky, vibrant against your skin. Is this some plant’s pollen? Your inner academic calls to you, ask your master! He’d know–

That’s right. Your naked master, with his massive muscles, bare less than ten feet from you, you could turn at any moment and see him again, surely it wouldn’t hurt, right? Surely it wouldn’t hurt to see him fresh out of a hot, steamy shower, drying that delicious sandy blonde hair of his, removing that towel from his waist to change, that rippling scar against his perfect face, surely it wouldn’t…

No.

You’re a jedi. You’re soon to be a knight. Your whole life, you have studied and prepared, prepared to fight for the Republic, prepared to die for the cause you were born with. You cannot lose your way. The code is life. No attachments, the code reads out, clearer than a Nabooian summer day. No attachments. Not to your master, not to your life, not to the things you find..so deliciously attractive.

You shake your head, trying to clear it again, and continue walking..before a warm, strong, perfectly tanned hand wraps around your waist, pulling you backwards, further, further, and you’re suddenly in the fresher, the door sliding shut silently in front of you, and you’re pressed into the wall, steel and ice cold against your cheek, and the hand around your middle begins to fiddle with the wraps holding your robe together. “You should really keep your thoughts to yourself, padawan.” His voice is so perfectly baritone, so perfectly deep against your ear, the hot breath of his voice whispering past your ear and sending earthquakes to your core. You can see out of the corner of your eye, more of that strange green pollen filtering in through the air vents, and his other hand presses your face further into the wall, icey and so, so hot, the perfect juxtaposition that rocks your mind.

“Fuck the code.” He finally finishes pulling the straps of your robes apart, sliding them down your shoulders, revealing more and more of your skin until all that is left is your chest wrap and underwear. His hand slides up from pinning your head, and it coils itself into your hair before twisting and gripping and pulling. Maker, his blue eyes burn themselves into your retinas, filled with a fire you’ve never seen before, filled with a light that you never imagined you’d be able to experience. It’s feral. Inhuman, with darkness and desire in his eyes, with those slightly pointed canines of his glinting in the light, as he runs his tongue across his lips.

“Maker, you’re gorgeous. You have no kriffing idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” He runs his hand up your chest, before running his thumb along your bottom lip and pushing. Two of his fingers are in your mouth, and you immediately begin to wet them with your tongue. They taste like warmth, gunsmoke, like a thousand memories left unsaid, like a thousand salty tears caught. Maker, he tastes absolutely divine.

He pulls them out, a slight string of saliva connecting his fingers to your lips, and he looks down before growling at the sight of your still-covered core. He flicks his hand, and the underwear rips to shreds.

The back of your mind laments at the loss of a nice pair of undergarments, but it’s quickly replaced with a blazing hot need as he lowers his fingers, closer, closer, Maker they’re right there, and..he stops.

“Padawan..we shouldn’t do this.” His voice, no longer animal and rumbling, less a tsunami and more a gentle entering tide, moves away from your ear.

“Master, I…” Your voice, reduced to the tiniest little whine, sounds strangely far from your ears.

“It’s the pollen. My master, Obi-Wan, had told me about pollens on certain planets that could negatively affect how a soldier performs, and even affect us Jedi, but...I didn’t know this would be what he meant.” His hands start to slide away from you, but before you think, your hands secure themselves around his, keeping him pressed against you, wrapped around you.

“P-please. Don’t-don’t..don’t let go..” You whimper out, and he growls, deep in his chest and throat. You can see that green pollen swirling in the air again, and it flows into your nose, down your throat, into your lungs before you can even think. Maker, you’re so hot. You’re burning up, like someone tossed you into a volcano and the only escape is your master absolutely ruining you. It doesn’t look like it’s affecting him any less, you can feel something absolutely rock hard pressing into your back, right into the triangle bone below your spine, just above your ass.

“P-Padawan. We-we really..fuck…oh, fuck the code..” He snarls into your ear, re-coiling his hand into your hair, pulling back, and his fingers quickly find your entrance before pushing.

Oh maker, you’re so full. The stretch of his thick fingers is almost painful, and he pushes further, further, you’re so full, you can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t see, oh maker. And then he begins to rub, his thumb pressing right on your clit.

You feel like you’re out of the galaxy. His fingers are pressing right against the spot that makes you cry, that makes you sob with need, that makes you moan his name as if it’s a prayer to the only maker you’ve ever needed to believe in. Maker, his fingers are too big, there’s no way they’re going to fit, you feel so tight.

And then it spreads. The tingling, flickering like fire all over your body, down to the tips of your fingers, up your hands, up your arms, closer and closer to your core, you feel like you’re running toward a cliff edge, sprinting closer, closer, closer, the band in your stomach tightening, tightening, and then you jump.

Maker, it’s like you’re flying, for a moment, and then you explode.

Like electricity soaring out from an arc tower, like a volcano erupting across a massive landscape, fusion at the seismic level, the white-hot pleasure races through your body, crackling and rushing, like a massive hurricane smashing into the dams and barriers of your Jedi core. Falling, falling, falling for what feels like an eternity, as wave after wave after wave breaks through you, crushing you, shockwaves out across the room, the base, the planet, the whole universe. You’re alive. Like the whole of the force flows through you, you’re alive. So, so, beautifully present, like the whole of the Jedi Council could burst in at any moment and it wouldn’t affect how happy you are. The pleasure is indescribable, spreading from his fingers through you, to the whole world. Your heart beats to the drum of your shocks, loving and so, so aware yet unaware. His fingers slow, you can tell from somewhere, and the volcano finally starts to cool.

You finally feel yourself starting to return to your body, your whole body cooling, breathing, maker, you’ve never felt so alive.

“That was gorgeous. You have no idea how beautiful your force signature was, Padawan.” He purrs into your ear, and you feel your cheeks redden impossibly further. He removes his fingers, and they’re covered in your clear, salty juices. He brings them up to his lips, before licking. He licks his fingers clean, before smiling and pulling you back from the wall, twisting you to face him, and finally releasing you

Jellylegged, you collapse into the wall, sliding down, and you look up at him. Maker, he’s so perfect. Rock hard, his member is huge. He crouches down to eye level, before running his thumb softly across your cheek.

“My padawan. Meet me tonight in the bunks. Don’t be seen.” He smiles that fanged smile, sending another shock to your blissfully used core.

“Y-y..yes, master.” You giggle out, and he shakes his head chuckling.

“Just one orgasm, and you’re already reduced to a blubbering mess? What will I ever do with you, beautiful?” He presses his lips to your forehead, and for the first time in decades, you feel loved.

He starts to pull your robes back around you, affixing them and tying their straps, before helping you slowly stand. He runs his hand through his hand, and aside from the occasional green pollenite specks, he looks..normal. He pulls his robes and armor on, already back to the honorable and powerful Jedi Knight that padawans and separatists alike fear.

You, on the other hand, are nowhere near that. Your hair is everywhere, your face flushed, your clothes still messy and lopsided, and your eyes are…so glassy.

“Clean yourself up, Padawan. I need to go make sure Jesse hasn’t killed someone yet.” He turns to leave, before looking back at you one last time, those gorgeous blue eyes leaving you so, so hungry for more.

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