#*in a tiny scandalized voice* kISSING THEM????

[gretavanlace]

Feels Like Gold

Jake Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, unprotected sex, language, dirty talk, breeding kink, Jake drives a car (the most dangerous situation of all), extremely mild degradation, etc

Okay, in honor of our collective jakedown, I rooted around in my unreleased work and then did a little revamping. This one is for you, @piratejakesgf thank you for your request ❤️ *loosely edited, fair warning

And kisses to @jake-kiszkas-smirk and her brilliant mind for titling this when I was at a loss 💋 xoxo

“Fuck, these are so uncomfortable!” you hiss with exasperation, tugging at the itchy nylon hell encasing your legs.

“Told you not to wear them.” Jake reminds you, flipping on his turn signal before switching lanes, though the freeway is dark and nearly deserted.

“You know how my family is.” you remind him right back, annoyed with his flippant attitude. “If I’d shown up to that wedding in a dress with bare legs I’d have been labeled the whore of the family tree. My branch weighed down with bad choices; exposed skin and a degenerate rockstar on my arm.”

“I mean, to their credit, I actually am a degenerate so they’re just calling ‘em like they see ‘em.” His eyes are locked on the road, but a tiny smirk tells you he’s pleased with his cleverness. “Plus, your aunt tried to fuck me, so you aren’t the only whore in the family.”

An abrupt laugh trills out of you. “Right. Which aunt?”

“Does it matter?” he shrugs. “She told me she slept with Joe Perry and it left her with a taste for guitarists…I told her Perry could suck my dick because I could stomp his riffs any day, but that only turned her on even more.”

“And then what happened?” you giggle, falling into his little pretend world.

“Well,” he sighs wearily, “Promise you won’t be angry with me?”

You’re solemn and stoic, as if this is very serious business, “Scouts honor.”

“Then, I excused myself and wound up fucking your uncle in the bathroom, instead.” he squints at an upcoming exit sign to be sure you’re headed in the right direction, and then settles back into a more relaxed state, wrist guiding the steering wheel casually.

“Was he any good?” you ask, mock sincerity laced through your tone.

“I’ve had better.” He shrugs.

“You’re so stupid.” you shake your head with a doting roll of your eyes, and reach under your dress to roll the torturous hose down and off.

He watches out of the corner of his eye, stealing glances as safely as he can while driving.

“Jesus, they were thigh highs all this time?” he sounds a little like he’s considering jerking the car over onto the shoulder of the highway to drag you into the backseat.

“All this time.” the garment in question lands in his lap.

“Lemme see.” he orders quietly before you have a chance to remove the second.

Up the hem of your dress travels until he can get a good look at the black lace resting at the top of your thigh. “Fuck, pretty girl.”

“You like that?” you tease in a silken voice.

He nods, tightening his grip on the wheel.

You push a little further with, “Are you hard?”

“I’m gonna kick you out of this car and make you walk home.” he lies, reaching out to snap the elastic lace against your skin. “Take this one off, too…it’s doing unspeakable things to me. Especially since you’re only wearing the one. You look sloppy - like I just rocked your shit in the back of a tour bus.”

“Jacob Thomas..” you gasp lightly, as though scandalized “Someone seems a little worked up.”

“I might be, if only I didn’t have such a firm grasp on the power of will, my darling.”

He’s being untruthful, but he does it so elegantly - in that soft, slightly British lilt of his, you decide to grant him a very gracious pass and drop the second into his lap.

“You don’t look so bad yourself, Kiszka.” You wiggle your polished toes, enjoying the freedom. “My baby cousin, the one you let dance on your feet? She asked me if you were a pirate.”

This tugs an honest laugh out of his chest…a gorgeous sound that colors your cheeks pink. “You told her yes, I expect?”

You hum in confirmation, “I did. And I told her that you have a special sword with strings on it and it makes beautiful, dark music that people come from far away lands to hear. Just like the sirens in Peter Pan.”

His face visibly softens in the flickers of light shed by the street lamps whipping by. “You always did know how to paint a lovely picture, pretty girl.”

The low purr of the engine lulls your head against the window, but just as your eyes begin to grow heavy, he pulls you back to him with a quiet, “Hey,”

Turning your head against the seat, you study his profile, charting the map of your favorite face, “Yeah?”

”Whose baby was that you were holding? The tiny, tiny one,”

It seems such an odd thing for him to ponder, and you have to mentally sift through the reception a bit, you held a great many babies tonight…it seemed like every cousin and second cousin in attendance was weighed down by a diaper bag stuffed full of diapers and pacifiers.

”The one with the little headband bow-thingy.” He clarifies. “She was so small.”

“My cousin’s. He and his wife’s third in almost as many years. She’s only like a month old and smelled like heaven.” You draw in a breath and wish her silken tufts of hair were still pressed to your cheek, “Why?”

”I don’t know,” you know him well enough to know that’s a damn lie. “I just- I don’t know…do you ever think about it?”

Caught off guard, you opt for a little joke, “Does Jakey have baby fever?”

He smiles, and there is a touch of shyness that lives there, “Shut up. Do you think about it?”

“Do I think about having babies? Well, I-“

He interrupts quickly to set you straight, “Do you think about having babies with me?”

Oh.

Where is he heading with this? Will a bit of honesty scare him? Will it scare you?

Deciding to take the plunge, this is simply a conversation after all, and a subject that he broached to boot, you choose truth. “Yes, I’ve thought about babies with you. Although that whole twin thing is fucking terrifying.”

Again, you joke. Again, he doesn’t take the bait. “Identical twins aren’t hereditary. We’re just an accidental fuck up. When you think about it, what do you think?”

”A lot of things.”

Smoothly, he guides the car onto the off-ramp that leads to home. “Very informative, darling. A veritable treasure trove of information.”

He hasn’t tipped his hand and you aren’t about to let him off so easily. “”Do you think about it?”

”Honestly, not before. I mean, I think about how you’ll look in your wedding dress and if you’ll wear your hair swept up the way I like, and I suppose that’s sort of the same thing. Or headed in the same direction, anyway. But watching you hold that baby tonight…”

Your chest suddenly feels a little tight. You’re touched by his admission.

And how endearing that he wonders how you’ll wear your hair. You reach out and stroke the back of your hand along the cut of his jaw, “When the day comes, I’ll wear it up for you.”

~

Later, he’s draped across the bed watching you glide about the room in your bra and panties. Earrings unfastened and placed gently on your jewelry tray, necklace hung carefully, hair let loose and shaken out at long last.

Hands folded behind his head, he speaks up, breaking the spell you have unknowingly cast over him, “You said ‘a lot of things’. Elaborate.”

You turn, eyes drifting over the king lounging about upon the bed you share, in nothing but the dress pants he hasn’t yet bothered to shed. “What?”

He cocks his chin, summoning your attention further ”Babies. You said you think about a lot of things.”

He looks so fucking sinfully delicious…a sickeningly sweet cake sent from the bewitching trenches of hell to rot your teeth. “The normal things. Baby things.”

The heavy wooden frame creeks quietly as he pulls himself into a sitting position to study your expression, “Liar.”

”Oh, I’m sorry,” you dance around the accusation, “I just happen to be looking at a disgustingly attractive little shit waiting for me to climb into bed beside him. Forgive me for looking flustered.”

”Don’t be coy, darling,” he tsks, clicking his tongue against his perfect teeth. “I can see it written all over your pretty face. You’ve got a secret.”

He’s moving towards the edge of the bed now, drawing you in closer with his devilish stare. “Tell me.”

”I don’t have a secret.” Whose voice is that? Surely it’s much too quiet and meek to be your own.

”Tell the truth.” He hums, a knowing twinkle flashing in his gaze. “What do you think about?”

Your eyes refuse to meet his own as your stomach knots, warm and vibrating. “I guess…sometimes I - sometimes I think about the trying part of it all.”

He’s watching you closely, you can feel it like warm fingers dancing across your blushing skin. “So you think about fucking?”

He almost sounds disappointed. He had expected more judging by your hesitancy to share.

”Well,” your fingers are plucking at the comforter now, rooting out a loose thread to spin around your finger, “Yes, but it’s kind of more than that. I think about you… inside me.”

At last, you peek up at him. He looks curious, as if he can’t quite figure you out. “Why are you being such a little mouse about this?” His palms are cupping your face now, calluses soothing you like a song. “I’m inside you all the time, and I think about it all the time, too.”

Shaking your head gently, you find your footing…at least a smidge, “Not like that. I think about you inside me. The way you would have to be if we were trying.”

Your birth control rendered condoms unnecessary ages ago, yet he has always pulled out - ever cautious and responsible. Confusion is still painted across his features…until it isn’t.

“Oh,” a lascivious grin appears and you long to curl your tongue over his lips, “you fucking filthy little thing.”

In a blink, you’re dragged onto the bed and into his arms, tossed down with your back against the sheets. his body heated and flush against yours.

Mouth suckling and nipping at your throat, he rasps into your skin, “Is that what does it for you? Pretty girl wants my cum?”

Your body’s reaction is visceral, primal, and almost embarrassing. You’re arching away from the mattress, desperate to be even closer than you already are.

“Answer me.” He huffs, sinking a bite into your jaw.

”Yes…” your hands are in his hair, thighs around his waist, “I want it.”

”Say it.” He’s rocking against you now, hard and straining against your panties. “Say what it is that you want. What you think about.”

”I think about you fucking me,” once again, whose shaking voice is that? “I think about the way you sound when you finish, and the way your cock throbs and twitches in your hand, and how it might feel inside me.”

”Keep going.” He orders, soft and wavering in your ear.

”I think about how warm your cum would feel inside of me, and maybe I wouldn’t be able to keep it all in. Maybe it might tickle a little when it leaked out.”

”Fuck, baby…” his hands are everywhere, yanking your breasts from the cups of your bra, winding your panties down your thighs, fingers sinking into your soaking, clenching cunt with a groan that sounds pained.

He seeks out your favorite spot and tucks up into it, wrenching a wanton moan from your lungs “You want me to fill this little pussy up? Keep you dripping wet with me all day long? Fuck baby after baby into you?”

”Jake…” you’re clawing at his bare shoulders, fucking yourself hopelessly against his hand. “More.”

He slips a third finger inside you, “Is that why you get a little whiny when I pull out? My girl wants me to do it inside?”

”More,” you urge through gritted teeth, eyes locked in on his face and the lust so evident in the set of his features.

”You want four?”

”Please, Jake…” tears are threatening at your lash line, “more, more, more,”

“You’re having some trouble listening tonight, aren’t you?” he sounds diabolical, and turned on beyond belief. “I asked you a question.”

His thighs prise your legs open wider as he squeezes his pinky into your warmth to join the rest of his drenched fingers, “Do you want my cum inside you? You want me to give it to you? Keep it all safe and warm for me?”

With a mournful wail you’re reduced to a million little pieces beneath him. Rocking frantically into his touch…the heel of his hand grinding quick circles into your clit as his fingers fuck you through it. He’s covered in you, it rolls down his wrist and beads against his stomach like early morning dew, anointing him as you thrash and writhe like a beautiful, fluttering leaf in an autumn wind.

When the hazy fog clears, allowing your sight, it’s his face - stunning and beaming - you find, “Hey, pretty girl.”

Now that you’re coming down, your diffidence returns and you close your eyes in a pathetic attempt to hide.

He’s having none of it, “No, no, darling…you stay with me. Right here, baby. You look so pretty with my cock inside you, imagine how fucking beautiful you’re gonna be when I fuck you full.”

“Please, jake…” it’s pathetic really, and maybe you should care about that, but you don’t. “I need it, I need it so bad.”

“Yeah?” The gravel in his tone makes you shiver with frantic desire. “Pretty girl just wants to bounce on my cock all day? Just using me to get what she wants?”

Rather than answer, you elect to begin wrangling the button on his pants.

“Someone’s eager.” He teases softly, lifting up on one elbow, easing your struggle. “You want it that bad? Are you gonna let me cum wherever I want? Gonna let me put a baby inside you?”

“Fucking do it!” Frustrated and sparking with electric desperation, you give up and tug on his waistband feverishly until he takes over, popping the button with ease and kicking them off.

His cock is fisted in his hand now, with your eyes fiercely focused on it. Hard and beautiful and yours. “You want that inside you?” He whispers, watching you stare. “You want me to fuck you? You want me to fucking breed that pretty pussy? Make you a mama?”

You should be ashamed of yourself, you well and truly should be…but fuck if you don’t want more, “Keep talking while you fuck me,” you breathe, somewhere between imploring and begging, “Dirtier, come on…”

His cock slips inside. Just the cashmere tip teasing at you, “Dirtier?” He nudges in a little deeper, just enough to make you whine, “well what should I say, pretty girl? Should I tell you that you’re my beautiful little cum slut and if I’d known it sooner I’d have been stuffing you full all this time?” Deeper still he glides, “Or that I want to cum inside you and then fall asleep with my fingers buried in your cunt to keep it where it belongs?” He’s fucking you harder, faster…the pillowy head of his cock kissing your cervix in a divine dance between pleasure and pain. “Or should I tell you about how I think about licking it up? Kissing you with my cum on my tongue because I know you’d suck it off like the greedy little baby you are.”

“I-“ a pitiful whimper escapes you, but his fingers are suddenly grasping your chin, grounding you enough to collect your scattered thoughts. “I’m gonna cum, tell me where you’re going to cum. Tell me where you’re going to put it. Please, I want it,”

Hips rolling into a succulent grind against your swollen clit now, he begins “I’m gonna fuck you until you’ve got every last drop, pretty girl. It’s all yours, are you gonna take it for me like a good girl? Are you going to be a good little mama and take it all?”

His name is all you can manage as you shatter. It’s primeval and animalistic, sounds that would make you want to crumple in on yourself if anyone heard them besides your Jacob.

“You’re so fucking tight and wet..” his perfect cock is pounding you through it as he inches closer and closer, “are you ready for me to make a mess of this little beauty right here? Hmm? Ready for me to fuck this cunt all full and dirty? You want it?”

“Jake…” you trail off, eyes fighting to stay open and locked in on his face while you shake against him, twisting and clenching around his perfect cock, “you’re so fucking hard.”

He nods furiously, burying his face in the crook of your neck to lick your pounding pulse “That’s all you, baby. You make me that hard.”

Your hips begin rocking up to meet him even faster, hungry to please. “Good girl, you keep fucking that cock. Are you gonna take what you want? Gonna make me cum? Gonna help me fill this pretty little cunt?”

In response, your nails dig into his skin, raking your mark, claiming him. You’re almost there again, though you can’t imagine how. “I’m so fucking close,” you’re sighing and shaking the words into the room, offering confession.

“Again?” He’s mocking you so sweetly, teasing dirty words into your ear like lullabies, “Already? Is my pretty girl gonna cum on this cock? Squeeze and suck the cum right out of me to steal it away? You want it that badly?”

You let go, with a trembling breath of his name, and feel his body tense against the feverish grip of your orgasm.

”That’s it, baby,” his words are but a sigh skittering across your cheek, “That’s it. Feels so good. Feels like gold. My pretty, pretty girl…”

He fucks you faster even as you melt into a puddle within his arms. “Gonna cum for you,” he promises, “I’m gonna cum so hard for you. Who’s going to take it? Who’s gonna take every fucking drop?”

”I am,” have you even made a sound? You can’t be sure, you’re so lost.

”Yes, you are…” his forehead, slick with exertion and need, nods against your own. “You’re going to take it just like you take this cock. My good fucking girl…pretty pink baby doll just begging for me to wreck her.”

Without warning, he collapses into your arms, moaning and crying out, shuddering as he releases inside you. Warm and perfect, everything you’ve ever imagined and so much more.

His fingers sink into your muscles, clutching and pulling you closer still, “Baby…” he sounds raspy and pained, “Baby, baby, baby, fuck..fuck…”

And when at last, he calms, it is with his cheek pressed to your chest, clocking the wild metronome that is your heart with your hands sweeping through his hair.

Soon, you’ll both crawl out of bed, maybe into the shower…perhaps into the warmth of a bath, but for now it is simply you, and Jake, and this tranquil bliss.

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[bones-of-a-rabbit]

You say "Sun/Moon arranged to be married to someone that's rude to them" I hear "Sun/Moon arranged to be married to Eclipse, when all of them would much rather marry Reader"

THIS IS IT. THIS IS THE MOST CHAOTIC TAKE FOR THE BETROTHED-BUT-IN-LOVE-WITH-A-SERVANT AU THERE COULD POSSIBLY BE. ONE WHOLEASS IDIOT STUPIDING THEIR WAY THROUGH LIFE WHILE THREE WHOLEASS MORONS ARE FRANTICALLY GOOGLING ‘how to tell my crush that I only want to elope with them and forget all about my engagement and live happily with them in a small cottage in the country side for the rest of our lives’

#this is so fucking funny fhsdjfjs #eclipse is like “ok I hate this but I guess it won’t be entirely horrible if I have Reader with me no matter where I go or what happens” #and sun and moon are like “okay we hate this but if it means we get to see that cute valet everyday..” #and then the three of them realize they’re in LOVE WITH THE READER #eclipse lowkey. gets possessive #tries to prioritize all of readers time so they’ll be with him #tries to find any and all reasons to be doing something fun or relaxing with them instead of just. letting them work #sun and moon are SWEATING BULLETS #like OH NO WE’RE IN LOVE WITH THE CUTE VALET #WHAT ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DO WHEN ALL WE CAN THINK ABT IS HOLDING THEIR HANDS OR #*in a tiny scandalized voice* kISSING THEM???? #and reader is like :3 wow I sure hope these guys can get along! #it sucks that they’re arranged but hopefully they can find ways to be happy together! #half a braincell in their stupid lil noggin #asks #anonymous ask #gushing #silly bullshit #au ideas #betrothed au #fnaf sun/moon x reader #fnaf eclipse x reader #bones of a rabbit #god I love ur brain anon

[thevillainswhore]

You Look Good On Camera, Baby

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: Bucky’s not letting you leave the photobooth, not until he’s had his way with you.

Warnings: Established relationship, teasing, kissing, smut, public sex, p in v, quickie, finger sucking, uses panties to keep reader quiet, creampie.

Author’s note: Unbeta’d, warning graphics by @rookthorne

Aaand all of a sudden we have another oneshot. Sigh. This one has actually been on my mind since these pictures were first released so a big thank you to Lana for finally giving me the push to make it happen 🤭 really enjoyed this one 🤍

“Here?!” you screeched. 

“Yeah.” Bucky shrugged, unfazed. “What’s wrong with that?” 

You choked on your own spit at his nonchalance, how carefree he was about this. “W—What do you mean what’s wrong with fucking here, Bucky? We’re in a damn photobooth!” 

The blank expression on his face was unchanging. “So?” 

The words on the tip of your tongue died out. Your boyfriend could be a little freaky in the bedroom sometimes and you were all for it. Never had you both risked the danger of public sex, however. 

“You’re out of your damn mind if you think we’re doing it in public,” you scoffed before beginning to make your way out of the stall.

But you were quickly stopped in your tracks as Bucky slammed his arm against the opposing wall, effectively blocking your path. “We’re not leaving until I’ve fucked you.” 

A shudder of arousal ran down your spine at the gruffness of his voice. “Baby,” you laughed nervously. “I know we like to experiment sometimes, but this is a little far, don’t you think?” 

The air between you was thick with tension, especially with a pair of bright blue eyes staring you down so intensely you imagined the burning embers of a fire raging behind them. 

You gulped as Bucky slowly licked his lips, giving you a once over that made you feel too exposed in an already revealing sundress. There was a short distance between you, and your boyfriend’s stature was towering and beefy, taking up a large presence — his imposing nature made the hairs on your arms stand up. 

He walked you backwards slowly, step by step, until you hit the far wall of the booth. Pressing his nose against the curve of your neck, he snarled. “All I know is that my cock is so fuckin’ hard for you right now and if I don’t have your pussy wrapped around it within the next thirty seconds, I’m gonna haul you over my shoulder and take you out there in front of the whole damn mall.” 

You thought you could tamp down the moan trapped in your throat, but you were sorely mistaken when it unleashed without remorse. Your chest heaved with exhilaration and your fingers twitched excitedly at the prospect of something so scandalous. 

“So what’s it gonna be, sweetheart? In this photo booth with a little privacy? Or out there where everyone can watch me ruin you? Your choice.”

You had not expected this outcome when you had dragged your boyfriend over to the booth. You wanted to take cute pictures and add them to your keepsake memory box. Now you were deciding your fate; whether you would be leaving your dignity in the tiny stall or chance getting arrested for public indecency in the middle of the shopping mall. 

Bucky raised an eyebrow, awaiting your answer. 

“In h—here,” you whispered in anticipation. 

The cheshire cat grin you received in return spiked your nerves even further. “Clever girl.” 

Without giving you a chance to backtrack on your decision, Bucky hoisted you up into his arms and smothered your squeal of shock with his lips. He wasted no time snaking his tongue into your mouth, fighting for dominance like always. 

“Mmph!” you moaned when he flicked his tongue against yours. A zing of electricity shot down to your pussy and you threaded your fingers through his long hair, pulling it tightly. 

Even after so many years, the spark between you and Bucky was still alive. Throughout the trysts of your sexual experiences together, the attraction to each other had only intensified. He was sexier now than ever before. And even if he came up with outlandish ideas that made you step out of your comfort zone, you held so much trust in him that it was easy to follow him to the depths of sin. 

A string of saliva connected between your lips as Bucky pulled away for air. While he was reckless for suggesting such a depraved idea of public sex, he was smart enough to realise the two of you were short on time to make it happen. 

“Hold on,” he warned before handling your weight over to one arm. With the other, he unzipped the fly of his trousers and shuffled them down just past his ass until his cock bounced out. 

You gasped at the sight. Bucky really was hard for you already, if the angry looking vein straining from his thick length was anything to go by. He was throbbing, you could see his dick viciously twitching with need and your thighs clenched around his waist with hunger. 

Your boyfriend squeezed your hip. “You like seeing me desperate for you, huh baby?” 

You tightened your lips to try and hide your smile and shrugged innocently. “Can’t say I mind it so much.” 

Bucky growled with a smirk. “You’re a fuckin’ tease, girl.” 

The amusement was quick to wipe from your face when he reached down and ripped the panties covering your mound. “Bucky!” you scolded. “Those were new!” 

He rolled his eyes playfully, trying not to laugh at the way the shredded material now hung from your ankle. “Oh, hush. I’ll buy you some more.” 

You huffed. “What? So you can rip them off me again?” 

Bucky chucked under your chin condescendingly. “Look at you, learning so fast.”

Smug bastard, you cursed internally. 

“Gonna stop complaining and let me fuck you now, doll?” 

You scowled and poked his chest with your finger. “You better watch the way you speak to me— OH!” The retort on your tongue cut off as Bucky sheathed the entirety of his length inside of your pussy in one smooth thrust. Your nails dug harshly into the firm muscle of his shoulders and you buried your head into his neck. “H—Holy shit.”

Bucky panted breathlessly, just as affected as you. Though he still had the gall to tease you. “You were saying?” 

You lifted your head to glare at him, still winded. “You’re damn lucky I love you.” And though you wanted to scold your boyfriend for his cheek, you couldn’t help but squirm on his cock. There was only so much you could take until it wasn't enough — you needed him to move. To feel the delicious scrape of his length against your tight walls. “Now shut up and fuck me before someone comes.” 

“You’re so hot when you boss me around,” Bucky moaned before kissing you with urgency. 

The nails of his fingers dug crescent shapes into your bare thighs, but the sting of pain was nothing compared to the slow drag of his cock leaving your cunt. You whimpered as his thick girth left you inch by inch until only the tip sat inside of you. 

“Gonna beg me for it, baby?” he asked. 

You blew out an impatient huff and tugged on his hair harshly until he groaned. “Give me your cock, if you know what’s good for you.” 

“Eh,” he shrugged. “Good enough.” 

A high pitched keen was forced out of you when Bucky thrusted his hips up, the full nine inches of his dick sat deep inside of your pussy. “Fuck!” 

“Should’ve begged like I asked and maybe I’d have gone a little easier on you, sweetheart,” he said tauntingly. 

“If you ever think that I would want it easy then you don’t know me at all,” you clapped back. 

Your boyfriend’s eyes shone with pride. “That’s my girl.”

Bucky fucked like it was the first time every time. His movements were careful and his hands were greedy; always touching you, always gathering you as close as possible to him. And while he was soft with his caresses, his desire to roughly pound his cock into your cunt, as deep as it humanely could, was another story. 

“God, you’re like a fuckin’ vice around my dick,” he choked out. “Would’a thought you’d have loosened up by now, baby. But I can still barely move.” 

Unable to speak without screaming, you sucked his neck, bruising his skin until it turned a dark purple. 

“You markin me, huh? Want everybody to know who I belong to?” 

You nodded your head while whimpering, the nails of your fingers scratching against Bucky’s scalp. 

The motion of his thrusts made his balls slap against your ass — he loved it when you got possessive. “Filthy fuckin’ girl. Don’t worry, doll. I’m all yours.”

Letting go of his neck with a pop, you loudly whined out, “So good— cock feels so good in me, baby. Fucking me just right.”

“Oh, I know. But you gotta turn down the volume, sweetheart,” he chuckled. “Save it for the bedroom, alright?” 

You tried, you really did. But the way the head of his cock repeatedly stroked against the sensitive spongy spot of your pussy made your inhibitions blurry and you couldn’t help moaning like a whore.

Bucky tutted and shook his head in mock disapproval. “Guess I have to do everything for you, hm?” His lips curled up in perverse satisfaction as he shoved three of his fingers into your mouth. 

You hummed around them instantly while staring into his eyes. He made you this way; a willing body for him to toy with, a woman who was quick to fall under his command and you lived for it. You gargled around his large fingers as you jolted each time he drove his cock into you, drool dripping down from your chin and landing on your boyfriend’s lower stomach and dick. 

“Can’t even let my fingers keep you quiet, huh? Just have to make sure everyone knows how good it feels to be fucked by me.” 

Your back slammed against the wall of the stall and the force of Bucky’s hips rocked the whole thing back and forth. His strength only turned you on more and even with the intrusion of his fingers, your noises grew louder, more unabashed. 

“Shit, you sound so pretty.” His eyes darted towards the swinging panties still attached to your ankle and he quickly removed his fingers to grab them. “Such a good girl for me, baby. But I think we need somethin’ a little more efficient to quiet my eager girl down.” 

Before you had the chance to whimper again, Bucky shoved your underwear into your mouth. To both of your luck, your moans became muffled enough to not draw attention. “Perfect.”

Though the volume of your sounds had been solved, the slick noises coming from your dripping cunt became the center of attention. 

“Are you that fuckin’ soaked for me, sweetheart?” Bucky’s eyes rolled back as his cock throbbed at the feel of you. Even though you were wet, your walls still hugged his shaft. 

“Mhm!” you mumbled over your makeshift gag. Your worries of being caught had long disappeared, your main focus now to revel in the building tension from your lower stomach creeping to the surface. 

The two of you were only concealed by a pathetic thin curtain that didn’t even close all the way. It left a large gap, one that should a member of the public managed to notice, would reveal Bucky’s bare ass and your scrunched up face, moaning in pleasure at the feel of his cock. 

Again, you were so far out of your realm to notice. Though Bucky did as he glanced over his shoulder and the high he got from the danger was addictive. 

Wrapping an arm around you tightly, Bucky discreetly reached into his jean pocket with his free hand while keeping up his momentum. He was so close to the edge, balancing on the precipice of cumming, but he strived to hold on just a little longer. 

Grabbing the loose change, he discreetly dispensed it into the money slot of the machine. “You think you’re gonna cum for me, doll?” he asked, short windedly while his thighs trembled. 

You whined desperately around your panties, your eyes glossy from the overwhelming thread that was beginning to unravel. 

“Alright. I’m gonna count down from three and you’re gonna give it to me, yeah? Can you do that for me?” 

Thumping your head back against the wall, you closed your eyes and nodded hastily. 

“Good. Ready, baby?” he asked. 

Your nails scratched the back of his neck in approval and he began. 

“Three.” He pistoned his hips, fucking you with all the energy he had left in him. 

“Two.” The deep dirty grind of cock into your cunt was torturing and your thighs shook as you fought to hold out. 

“One.” On his final count, Bucky pinched your clit, hard. Your eyes shot wide open at the same time multiple bright flashes blanketed the photobooth and your mouth dropped on a muted scream. 

“Holy— F—Fuck!” Your boyfriend’s shout echoed across the white walls while his fist slammed next to your head. A huge load of his cum shot up into your cunt, overflowing the already full hole. 

Your mind swam in ecstasy from the adrenaline filled haze of your orgasm. The pure rush of your sparking nerves was a familiar thing with Bucky and yet the sensation was so deeply gratifying every single time. 

You sucked in lungfuls of air on your comedown, letting your mouth hang open while your ruined panties dropped with a wet slap onto the floor. Shivers wracked through your body and before you could even notice the coldness, Bucky enveloped his warm body around you while he stroked your cheek. 

“That’s it,” he cooed soothingly while he recovered from his own intense orgasm. “Take it easy, sweetheart.” 

You wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him closer to you, until there was no space between you. “That was fun,” you slurred lazily.

Bucky’s tired laugh rumbled through you. “Damn fuckin’ right it was.” Lifting his head out of your neck, he kissed you delicately. “You alright?” 

“I’m great,” you told him truthfully. “Though you may have to help me walk because I can’t feel my legs anymore.” 

He grinned, satisfied. “I’m that good, huh?” 

You lightly smacked his chest, even if you couldn’t contain your own cheesy smile. “Nope. I’m not inflating your ego more than it already is.” Turning your head to the screen of the booth, your eyes widened upon what you saw. “No you did not.” 

“Oh, but I did.” Bucky said proudly. “A little souvenir of our sexual awakening.” 

“Oh my god.” The shock of it rendered you speechless. 

“I know, right? Now you have the photos you wanted.” 

You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped. Looking back at your boyfriend, you shook your head. “I wish I could tell you off.” 

“You can tell me I’m a bad boy later,” he suggested with a wink. “For now let's get outta here.” 

Once he gently placed you down, making sure you were steady on your feet, the two of you sorted yourselves; tidying the mess of your sex hair and straightening the wrinkles out of your clothes. Bucky made sure to pocket your panties from the floor, leaving no evidence of your fun. 

“Come on, you.” He lightly slapped your ass before ripping the curtain open. “We’ve still got some shopping to do.” He stepped out, whistling to himself like he hadn’t just fucked you senseless and held his hand out for you to take. 

“You want to go shopping while your cum is literally leaking down my legs as we speak?” you hissed as heat crept up your neck from the thought. 

Bucky leaned his shoulder against the booth and smirked. “Well, we do have to buy you some new underwear. Remember, doll?” 

You so desperately wanted to smack the self-satisfied grin off his face. “You wait until we get home, you little shit.” 

An excited gleam twinkled in his eyes. “Can’t fuckin’ wait, baby.” 

With a huff, you exited the photobooth, begrudgingly sliding your hand into Bucky’s. Before you left to continue your shopping, however, he plucked the Polaroids from the outside dispenser.

Your boyfriend admired the photos, each one a debauched image of you with heavy, hooded eyes with your mouth hung open on a scream. 

“You look good on camera, baby.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and leaned down to whisper in your ear. “We should make a film next.” 

Trying to clench your thighs together to keep his cum from dripping down your leg, you swatted his arm. “Pfft—you wish, big boy.” 

But Bucky smirked, a wickedness in his expression. “I’m sure I’ll be able to persuade you somehow.” 

Author’s Note: There may be huge potential for a part two 🫣

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x reader smut #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fic #bucky fanfiction #bucky barnes one shot

[demonpiratehuntress]

baby (name)! (Straw Hats + Ace, Law, Kaku)

featuring - Zoro x F!Reader, Law x F!Reader, Kaku x F!Reader, Ace x F!Reader, Sanji x F!Reader, Usopp x F!Reader, Luffy x F!Reader

summary - you somehow get turned into a baby and they have to spend 24 hours babysitting you

warnings - none, except that Law's is a bit longer

a/n: just an idea that's been sitting with me for a while, I'm thinking about giving each of them a full-length one-shot on this idea

ZORO

"Shhh, he's sleeping! Maybe we can get past without him noticing."

Zoro was, in fact, not sleeping. He was pretending, just to see what kind of scandal or shenanigan Luffy - or you - got the crew into. He was about to say something, until the cry of a baby rang out. Everything and everyone stilled, the only sound being the wind whistling through the night air.

"Why the hell did I just hear a baby?" Zoro's gruff voice made the crew stiffen. The swordsman stood up and turned to face them, his eyes widening at the sight of the infant in Nami's arms. "What is that?"

"A baby!" Luffy cried cheerily, poking your tiny, chubby cheeks. "Isn't she cute! It's (Name)!"

The others all swatted at the captain as Zoro's entire body went rigid, his gaze flitting from Luffy to baby you. For a scary moment, nobody said anything, and then you saw Zoro and squealed happily and reached for him. Zoro would never admit it out loud, but his heart melted.

"I think she wants you," Usopp suggested.

Zoro smiled, surprising everyone, and scooped you into his arms. You got even more excited and giggled cutely, making grabby hands at him until he set you against his chest and you immediately fisted his shirt in your tiny hand. You gurgled softly, and Zoro found it hard to keep his composure.

He found out from Robin that this was a 24 hour issue, and you would all have to babysit infant you for that time. Zoro was, however, more than happy to do all the babysitting. He played with you, he fed you, and he napped with you. Not unlike you as a fully grown person, Zoro spent all of his time with you.

"Zoro can I-"

The swordsman damn near hissed at Luffy when the captain tried to hold you, but eventually let him under the condition that Zoro stayed to watch every second. And no stretching. He was super protective of you, because you were small and helpless and the cutest thing he's ever seen- he stopped himself before he could gush again. Who ever thought Zoro capable of gushing?

As Zoro held you in his arms while feeding you later on that day, you gazed up at him with the biggest (eye colour) eyes ever, pure innocence. He smiled gently, cradling you close to him as he cooed at you and made you giggle. He even burped you, which surprised everyone because no one thought he'd know what to do.

"Who's the cutest little baby?" He cooed when no one was around, tickling your little stomach. You giggled and blew a raspberry, raising your arms and kicking about excitedly. He grinned and pressed a gentle kiss to your small forehead. "That's right, sweetheart. You are."

He fell asleep that night with you comfortably nestled in his big arms, your small body curled up against his chest. When you woke up the next morning, you grinned widely at him.

"Let's have a baby."

ACE

Ace had just returned from a mission. He was grumpy and exhausted and all he wanted to do was see you and kiss you and hold you. He hadn't expected to walk past Marco's room and hear a baby crying.

"Shhh, shhh, it's okay," Marco was saying softly. "You have to be quiet, (Name)."

(Name)?!

Ace burst through the door, his eyes wide and frantic. When he couldn't spot you anywhere, his gaze fell to the fussing infant laying on Marco's bed. His jaw dropped, and Marco looked at the 2nd division commander a bit nervously.

"Is that my girlfriend?" Ace blinked, walking over slowly. Then he grinned widely, "She's so cute!!"

The moment you heard and saw Ace, you stopped crying and immediately squealed excitedly and tried to reach for him. You pouted and kicked your legs, whining adorably.

"You're not going to ask what happened?" Marco raised an eyebrow as Ace picked you up excitedly.

"No, as long as it's not permanent," he answered with a smile as he admired your tiny face and all your extra small features. He felt warm inside as he held you, warmer than usual, and he almost burst into flames when you grabbed his nose in your tiny hand. "Marco! Did you see that??"

He is SO excited. He is great with you, especially when it comes to entertaining you and making you giggle and laugh loudly. You are such a happy baby and Ace LOVES it, he's always doing tricks and doing silly things to make you laugh and kick your legs excitedly. He is absolutely in love with you as an infant, and he learns quickly how to feed you and bathe you because he is just so excited to have a baby to look after, even if it's only for a day. It makes him want one with you.

You're also a naughty baby.

"(Name) no!" Ace yelped when he saw you crawling towards his food as he set you on the table. What did he get? A bunch of food in his face as you laughed so loudly and so adorably the crewmembers around you all stopped to coo at you. "You naughty little-" You stopped laughing and your bottom lip trembled and your eyes got glossy and he panicked, "No no I'm sorry! You're a good girl!" You instantly bubbled with happiness again, and Ace sighed in relief.

You were a handful. You kept him on his feet, and he quickly learned that taking care of an infant was hard work. And it was exhausting. At the end of the day, he laid back on his bed and put you on his stomach, watching you drift off into slumber before he fell asleep.

He woke up to you smiling in his face, "Babe, I want a baby."

LAW

Law was so busy with work that he didn't end up going onto the island with you and the others. He figured you'd be safe with Bepo, Shachi and Penguin, since they exhibited such fierce protectiveness over you at any island the crew went to. Unfortunately, something had gone wrong, and you had been turned into an infant for 24 hours, and they knew Law would kill them all if he found out. They were hoping that he would be too busy for 24 hours to notice.

Unfortunately, Law came looking for you.

"Shachi, where's (Name)?" The captain cornered Shachi as he was returning from the kitchen. "You're all back, but she's not."

"She-she is," he stammered nervously, "I think she's sleeping with everyone else in the bunkhouse." Lying to Law was not easy, because he saw through it all. But before he could, a loud squeal met his ears. The squeal of an infant.

Law's eyes widened, "What...is that?"

"No no captain!" Shachi ran after the doctor as he followed the noise to the bunkhouse, and slammed the door open to see Bepo holding up a baby and cooing at it.

A baby girl.

When you saw Law, you giggled and clapped your tiny hands, blowing a raspberry and then sneezing. Law's jaw dropped, but he was conflicted. He couldn't decide if he wanted to strangle his crewmates, or cuddle the cutest baby he had ever seen. You whined and fussed when he didn't come closer, holding your tiny arms out. Law's eyes widened, and he backed away.

Big mistake.

You started bawling, screaming loud enough to wake the entire submarine. Penguin thrust you into Law's arms so you would stop, and when you saw you were close to Law you stopped crying and giggled innocently, reaching for his face.

"Captain, are you sure-"

"I'll be fine," Law assured Shachi, even though he was extremely nervous. "She'll never let you sleep if I don't take her." That was his excuse, but he was happy to take you away to his room and enjoy your cuteness privately.

But Law did not know what to do with you. He just sat at his desk with you on his lap, staring at him. He was staring back, and after a few minutes you giggled again and bounced on his leg. You clapped your small hands and then reached for his face, and he leaned down to give it to you, just so you could squish his cheeks and let out the cutest laugh that made him relax and smile gently.

He tried to keep you occupied, but ultimately realised that you were more interested in him than you were anything else. So he held you as he worked, and he had to admit it was a nice feeling because you were just so adorable. He read to you and told you stories and you enjoyed them so much you gave him a big sloppy kiss on his cheek.

Eventually Law became the official babysitter, as he wouldn't let anyone else touch you. Except Bepo. But even then, he'd let the bear hold you for a few minutes and watch anxiously because he had gotten so protective over you. You loved it when Bepo played with you, because he was so big and soft and gentle, but you also loved it when Law played with you. Granted, his definition of playing was a bit different, but you seemed to enjoy it. So much so that you fell asleep on him out of tiredness at the end of the day, fisting his shirt in your small hand. He smiled and held you close as you slept.

When you woke up, you were back to normal and opened your mouth to say something, but Law beat you to it, "We should have a baby."

KAKU

You don't know how it happened and neither did he. One moment you were engaging the target, and the next you were a little infant crawling around on the floor. This sent Kaku into panic mode, and he quickly took out the devil fruit user who'd de-aged you before picking you up, his eyes going wide at how tiny and fragile you were. But...he had to admit...you were adorable. Your big (eye colour) eyes were so full of innocence and wonder that his heart warmed and melted.

Then you gripped his long nose, and with a strength he didn't know babies had, tugged. He groaned at the sensation, but couldn't be mad at you since you giggled so cutely and smiled so sweetly. Your mouth was toothless, and that made you even cuter. He sighed. What was he going to do?

Ultimately, he had no choice but to take you back to HQ. The others were stunned by seeing a baby you nestled in his arms, comfortably napping on his shoulder. They had so many questions, but Kaku waved them all off and took you straight to his room. He didn't want to ask Khalifa for help, since he thought that might be sexist. So he tried his best, smiling down at you as you gurgled and watched him with one small hand in your mouth and the other playing with one of your tiny feet.

"You're so cute," he suddenly said out loud, even though he knew you couldn't understand him. But it seemed you did, because you giggled and raised your arms for him to pick you up.

Kaku carries you around like his child all day, taking care of you as best he could. He didn't do too bad of a job, since you clung to him happily and didn't want to go anywhere near anyone that wasn't him. You gave him a sloppy kiss on his long nose when it accidentally poked your little stomach, just to tell him it was okay. He fed you what soft food he could find, changed you with what little knowledge he had of babies, and played with you with anything safe that could be used as a toy without hurting you.

But his favourite moment of all was when he turned into a giraffe just to see how you would react, and instead of being scared you squealed excitedly and reached up to grab his little horns. You giggled and laughed as he played with you in giraffe form, your cutest laugh coming out when he playfully licked your chubby cheek with his long purple tongue. You accidentally grabbed it and pulled, like his nose, making him yelp in pain while you just giggled.

If Kaku was protective of you before his protectiveness surged to whole new levels with infant you. Like when Jabra almost stepped on you, Kaku kicked him so hard he went flying into the wall. Then he picked you up, relieved, and kissed you all over while Jabra groaned and passed out.

"Nothing and no one will hurt you while you're like this, (Name)," Kaku whispered, patting your back gently. You just giggled and offered him a toothless smile before yawning, prompting Kaku to gently rock you to sleep.

Later on, when you finally awoke in your grown up form, you looked for Kaku and beamed, "I think it's time we made a mini Kaku."

LUFFY

Honestly, he doesn't even know how it happened. And he was there. One minute you were a fully grown woman, and the next you were a tiny baby who couldn't even stand on two legs. Luffy is immediately overprotective, scooping you up and running back to the ship with you to show everyone else. He thinks you're the cutest thing in the world, and while he loves the older you, he also loves this smaller version of his favourite person in the world.

"Zoro! Sanji! Nami!" Luffy rattled off the names of everyone on the crew, jumping onto the ship with little you tucked safely in one arm. Everyone's jaws dropped.

"Luffy, what-"

"Look!" He excitedly held you out for everyone to see. "Little (Name)! Isn't she so cute?" He then cradled you against his chest again and smiled happily.

Everyone was thinking the same thing. There was no way Luffy could be trusted to babysit you on his own, and they didn't even know what happened. This was bad, but the captain didn't seem to have the same issues.

"WATCH HER HEAD!"

The last person everyone expected to yell at Luffy, yelled at Luffy. Zoro lunged forward to shield your head from a potential bump against the mast, after Luffy got a little too excited and stretched you further away than he anticipated. Luffy apologised when Zoro hit him hard on his head, but you seemed to enjoy the violence and you laughed when it happened. Both Luffy and Zoro looked at you, and then Zoro smirked and smacked Luffy again. Infant you laughed even harder than the first time.

This gave everyone else the same idea.

Pretty soon, everyone was taking a chance to punch or smack Luffy, and you were giggling and laughing so much that you fell on your back on the table you were placed on for safety. Everyone cooed when they saw this, before Luffy lifted you up again. He was bruised, and had bumps in some places, but he was still grinning at you.

"Baby (Name) is even cuter when she laughs!"

You reached for his face and he moved it closer, and you patted his cheek with your tiny hand as if trying to soothe his injuries. He smiled even more and watched you with bright eyes, everyone else melting as you tried to make his sores go away. You were pouting with the effort, until you discovered that his face was stretchy when you pulled his cheek. You burst into another fit of giggles, and started pulling all over his face. Luffy just laughed, thinking it was funny that you thought his stretchy skin was a toy.

So Luffy was allowed to babysit you, because he was apparently your favourite toy, but he was strictly supervised by at least one person every hour. The crew took turns, and by the end of the day you were passed out peacefully in Luffy's arms. He was smiling down at you with love and amazement in his eyes, as if he couldn't believe something so cute existed.

You woke up the next morning knowing about all of Luffy's near misses with you, but smiled and told him, "You need a little help babe, but I'd love to have your baby."

SANJI

Sanji left the group alone for a few minutes to get some much-needed ingredients and food stock for the ship. A few minutes. What trouble could you guys have gotten into in a few minutes? A lot, apparently, because Sanji came back to see Zoro holding a little infant girl.

Wait a second...

"(NAME)?!" The cook cried, rushing forward to pluck you out of the swordsman's arms and cradle you in his own. He glared at Zoro, "What happened?!"

"Luffy picked a fight with a devil fruit user," Nami sighed, "He de-aged (Name) before Luffy finally knocked him out. It'll last abiut 24 hours, according to what he said, she's stuck like that for a bit."

Honestly, Sanji didn't mind at all. He was finding this tiny you absolutely adorable, and when you looked up at him with your big, round (eye colour) eyes, he almost fainted. You were the cutest thing alive, and he wasted no time peppering your tiny chubby face with kisses, reveling in the giggles and gurgles that escaped you. You kicked your little legs happily and hugged his head, and Sanji all but melted. Your arms were so small, and barely wrapped all the way around his head.

"As cute as this is, we should get back to the Sunny," Usopp looked around nervously. "We don't want to pick more unnecessary fights."

Nami agreed, smacking Luffy on the head, and you laughed as Sanji carried you away with hearts in his eyes. You stuck your tiny hand in your mouth to suck on, and relaxed in the cook's arms as you looked around in wonder. The first thing he did back at the ship was prepare something for you to eat, and he happily fed you and dealt with you smacking the spoon and sending food flying all over the place. Mostly onto his face and in his hair.

"Come on, my sweet little one," he cooed, trying to coax you into eating the next spoonful, "Just go ah for me, please cutie?" He pleaded, demonstrating by opening his own mouth.

You giggled and opened your mouth for him and he slid the spoon into your mouth, before pulling it back out when he was sure you'd taken the food. Then you spat it out at him and laughed so hard you almost rolled backwards, and Sanji realised you were doing that to tease him. Naughty baby.

He smiled gently, "You're cute when you're naughty too!" And continued feeding you. It took him close to an hour, but he got it done. Then he changed you with help from Nami and carried you around the ship, telling you stories about the All Blue and the Grand Line as you chewed on his tie. Well, more like gummed on it, since you didn't have teeth. That spot was soaking by the time you were done, but he didn't mind. He simply kissed your little cheek and tickled your stomach, calling you a good girl before rocking you to sleep gently when he noticed your eyes drooping.

"Sanjiiiii, let's make a babyyyyyy!" Was what the crew heard from you when you woke up.

USOPP

"I LEAVE YOU GUYS ALONE FOR ONE MINUTE AND-"

Usopp's shouting was interrupted by a loud infant cry, stunning the sniper into silence. Nami just laughed nervously, trying to make an excuse for that noise but when Usopp pushed past her to see what they were hiding she knew all was lost. Usopp's jaw dropped, because he hasn't thought it could get any worse.

Baby you stared up at him innocently from Brook's lap. The musician was surprisingly good with you, singing to you softly to soothe your raging baby moods. The minute you spotted Usopp, your eyes lit up and you bounced up and down on Brook's thigh excitedly, reaching out for the sniper.

"M-me?" Usopp pointed to himself, shocked.

"That's (Name), you idiot," Sanji grumbled, but his gaze softened when he looked at you in your tiny form.

"(Name)?!" Usopp cried, before immediately lifting you into his arms. You gurgled happily and reached for his goggles, giggling when you tapped on the eyeholes. "What-"

"Don't ask," Zoro grumbled.

Usopp stared at you, eyes wide. He wasn't equipped to take care of a baby yet! He needed your help! Panic was settling in, but then soon disappeared when you nuzzled against him and wrapped your small arms around his neck. He felt his knees get weak from how good it felt, and from the adorable baby smell you emitted.

"I suppose...I AM the best person to look after her," he boasted, patting your back gently. You coeed softly and patted his shoulder, as if you were agreeing with him.

Usopp is actually really good with babies, and it shows when he looks after you. He holds you properly, plays with you so nicely that you squeal and laugh loudly from all the fun, and he knows exactly what to feed you. He's so so gentle with you, and he showers you in affection and love while trying not to faint from how adorable you are when you laugh and clap your little hands.

That is, until you steal one of his tools or contraptions and start hitting him with it or throw it at him. His butt is suddenly on fire, and he's running around yelling for water while you cackle and howl with laughter, amusing everyone else as well. He forgives you of course, kissing your chubby cheek and showing you how to properly use them, before noticing you dozed off against his chest. He smiles softly and lays down so you can sleep comfortably.

In the morning, you wake him up with kisses all over his face and a bright smile on your lips, "You know, I think it's time the crew got a new member~"

#one piece #op #zoro x reader #zoro x you #roronoa zoro #ace x reader #ace x you #portgas d ace #vinsmoke sanji #sanji x reader #sanji x you #monkey d luffy #luffy x reader #luffy x you #kaku x reader #kaku x you #one piece kaku #usopp x reader #usopp x you #usopp #trafalgar law #law x reader #law x you

[andypantsx3]

I love the TodoReaderBaku polycule idea!! I imagine them pushing the others buttons in the morning as they get ready for work and then you come home late that evening to them snoozing and cuddled up together in their sleep on the couch while they wait for you. They(bakugou) already made dinner but they didn’t want to eat without you 🥹💕

This is soooo cute omg you are giving me big domestic tdbkreader feelies. 🥺 I hope it's okay that I wrote you a lil something inspired by this.

contents: shouto x reader x bakugou, established relationship, domestic fluff, gender neutral reader, sfw, 1k

The sound of muffled arguing in the kitchen wakes you up on Saturday morning.

It's late, the sun already streaming in through your windows, pooling in streaks of pale gold across your floor. From where you're wrapped up in the blankets you can just make out a pair of Shouto's discarded pants laying across the floor, Katsuki's folded with military precision atop the hamper. You stretch, joints popping, until the sound of voices draws your attention again.

"The fuck is that supposed to be, huh?" comes Katsuki's growl from beyond the door.

Shouto's low tone answers him, his voice soft and almost indecipherable. You can tell the two of them haven't been up for much longer than you by the rasp in Katsuki's voice, the deep hum of Shouto's. "They are Julie Anne."

There is an incredulous pause, and you can almost see the expression on Katsuki's face. Barely awake, you just manage to stifle your own laugh into the blanket when Shouto's meaning comes to you, and Katsuki's scandalized inhale makes you smile harder.

"It's julienne, dumbfuck. Who the hell is Julie Anne?" he demands.

"They are julienne, then," Shouto says placidly, which you know grinds Katsuki's gears even more than defensiveness.

"This is half a fucking carrot, I said cut 'em tiny!" Katsuki hisses.

Shouto says something in reply you can't quite make out, and Katsuki all but growls—except then there's the softest, slick sound of a kiss, and you know Shouto has pulled out his ultimate move to quiet your boyfriend down.

"Think you can just do whatever because you're cute," Katsuki mutters after a moment, but his tone gives him away. It's easily a thousand degrees warmer than it was moments before, and you can tell by the sound of his voice that the tips of his ears are scarlet.

A helplessly fond smile pulls at your mouth as you stretch again, and you figure you should get out to the kitchen now that the waters have calmed.

The process of unrolling yourself from the blankets takes a minute, and then you spend another few hunting around for the shirt and pants Shouto flung off of you somewhere last night, and a few more brushing your teeth in the bathroom.

Something is hissing on the stove by the time you make it out to the kitchen, and the room smells mouthwatering.

Shouto has apparently been exiled to the far side of the island, and your boyfriend turns to you, his hair a little flatted on the left side, red strands tangling up with the white. His long fingers clutch a glass of orange juice, and he looks so adorably morning-ruffled and sweet you almost fall over your feet in your haste to kiss him.

"Good morning, love," he says, pressing another kiss to your mouth. He's warm and tastes like fresh oranges, and his bare chest is almost too beautifully sculpted in the morning sun. You let him pull you into his lap, and only get a little flustered with the way his arm muscle cords as he does so.

He hooks his arms around you, pressing his mouth into your shoulder, and you shiver with the delicious warmth of him along your back.

"Thought you mighta died in there," Katsuki says, scarlet eyes finding yours over the counter. "'S late for you."

He's bare chested too, miles of golden skin on display in his low-slung grey sweatpants and your mouth goes a little dry just looking at him.

"Luckily someone set the bickering boyfriend alarm," you say, eyes barely finding their way back up to his face.

Katsuki grins, a wicked thing, and leans over the counter to seize your mouth, a long-fingered hand cupping your chin. He tastes like coffee, an indulgence he only allows himself on weekends, and he slides you a matching mug when he finally lets your mouth free, having to return to the rolled omelette he's making.

"I might be in love with you," you say gratefully, taking a sip, reveling in how good it is. Katsuki only does freshly ground—a million miles better than the instant powder or coffee pods you brew yourself on your way out to work. You're definitely in love.

"Then I might be inclined to let you have some of this," Katsuki says. The motion of his arm as he flaps the dishtowel over his shoulder is notably smug.

You settle back into Shouto, sipping your drinks together quietly as you watch a traditional Japanese breakfast come together under Katsuki's talented hands. He plates up rice, his rolled omelette, and then a sauteed kale stem and carrot salad off the stove—so that's what the julienne talk was about. Then grilled fish is laid over the top of the rice, and Katsuki lays out another side of soup and several tiny plates of carved fruits.

Shouto helps you off of his lap gently when it's finished, and Katsuki crowds you into your own chair between the two of them, charging another kiss for his efforts. You pay up eagerly, the meal and the man in front of you equally delicious.

"Eat it all," Katsuki demands of Shouto over your shoulder as he takes his own seat, pointing his chopsticks like a weapon at him. "You overused your quirk in Bunkyo yesterday, y'need to make up the energy deficit."

Shouto hums, used to Katsuki's bossiness.

You have to suppress an appreciative groan when the first bite of breakfast hits your mouth. The fish is fresh and sweet and the rice is warm and fluffy. As with anything Katsuki makes, it's cookbook perfect.

"It's sooo good," you say, your usual—though heartfelt—platitude. "Really good. Thank you both."

"It is made with love," Shouto specifies, his tone low and earnest in that disarming way he has. In the corner of your vision, Katsuki rolls his eyes, but pointedly does not deny it.

You take another bite, hiding your smile in a mouthful of sauteed kale stem and badly-julienned carrot.

#todoroki x reader #bakugou x reader #todobaku x reader #shouto x you #bakugou x you #character: todoroki shouto #character: bakugou katsuki

[moonbeamwritings]

Satoru has never gotten into your bed gently; has never sunk into the mattress without a bounce, without jostling the plush surface with an audible oof and pulling you from the depths of sleep. Never. Not once.

And tonight is no different.

It’s an impossible task for him, it seems. Like trying to breathe underwater or pick something to watch on TV. And the worst part of it all is that you know he’s doing it on purpose. No matter how hard you may try to will yourself to sleep through it or how much you may complain when he finally settles beside you, the man is unrelenting. A pain in the ass, even at one in the morning. It’d be impressive if it wasn’t so damn annoying.

“Satoru,” you warn, though it’s not as threatening as you hope it would be. You blink over at him with heavy lids, tone dripping with exhaustion. “Must you do that every time you get into bed late?”

He has the audacity to think about it. “Mm, well I suppose I don’t have to,” he coos, voice low like he’s trying to lull you back to sleep. “But what kind of man would I be if I didn’t wake up my little sweetheart to give them a goodnight kiss when I got home?”

“A better one?”

Your eyes slip closed as if shutting them will make him disappear (or shut up). It doesn’t. Instead, it only serves to spur the sorcerer on. Now, Satoru crowds your space, wrapping you into a tight bundle and pulling you so close your nose squishes against his cheek.

He’s entirely scandalized by your rebuttal, gasping in your ear as if you’ve just told him the most offensive insult imaginable. “I can’t believe you’d say that about your dashing boyfriend.” As if to prove his point, Satoru pulls you away only to drag you back in to plant multiple exaggerated pecks against your cheek, a sappy muah sound accompanying each one.

They leave wet lip prints in their wake that you’re too tired to rub away. Eyes still closed, you furrow your brows, accepting your fate as you cuddle into the curve of his throat – right beneath his chin.

“My dashing boyfriend who can’t do anything quietly to save his life.”

“Hey,” he whines into your hair. “I can be quiet!”

“Oh yeah? Then let’s play the quiet game.”

You can feel him hum somewhere deep in his chest as he thinks it over. “What do I get if I win?”

Your limbs feel heavy as you rest your arm across his stomach, curling your hand around the hem of his shirt. You can only muster enough energy to mumble, “Winner gets breakfast in bed tomorrow.”

“Ooo, okay,” Satoru presses a kiss to the top of your head. “Be prepared to make me a huge stack of pancakes tomorrow, baby.”

“Mhm, fine. 

“With extra chocolate chips.”

"’kay.”

“And,” A hand ruffles your hair. “A lil extra love, maybe?”

“I’ll see what I can do.” Without opening your eyes, you can tell there’s a retort brewing in Satoru’s, and you stop it before it has the chance to fill the air. “Quiet game starts now.”

The room immediately falls into silence, only broken by the soft sound of your combined breathing. Satoru’s warmth and the steady movement of his chest as he breathes — up, down, up, down — bring you right back to sleep’s door, as if Satoru hadn’t woken you up at all. Maybe the quiet game had been the answer this whole time. You kick yourself for not thinking of it sooner.

You nuzzle closer, nose brushing against his collar bone as you feel yourself drift off, but right before you completely fall into the clutches of exhaustion, you hear a tiny voice mumble, “Love you.”

It’s punctuated with another kiss to the crown of your head and a warm palm gliding up and down your back, and you can only bring yourself to tighten your hold on his shirt before you fall asleep.

The next morning, you awake to an empty bed and the sweet smell of pancakes and freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air.

#gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo imagine #satoru gojo imagine #gojo x reader fluff #jjk x reader #jjk imagine

[themotherofhorses]

When handmaid!reader was pregnant, did Aemond ever suck on her titties? Did Aemond do the thing where the husband is behind na pregnant woman and carried the weight of the baby?

oh of course he did. c'mon, aemond's totally a boob guy (do not argue with me on that). in fact, here is a small drabble over that:

pairing: aemond targaryen x handmaid!reader

warnings: tiddy sucking and simp aemond.

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She’s begun to tire more easily as the children grew within her.

Twins, the maesters and midwives alike had declared, while pouring over moon charts and estimations. She is carrying twins- maybe two boys, maybe two girls, or maybe one of both. The latter would be absolutely lovely, she decides.

Prince Aemond’s dismissed her back to his bedchamber with strict commands to rest abed. In truth, a day of rest is most welcoming to her. Her poor feet feel so swollen, and she’s taken to waddling like a little pond duck around the Keep, heavy and aching with her first hatchlings.

The courtiers pay her special attention too, as she feels their eyes on her everywhere she goes. No doubt their comments are much worse. Alas, her Prince Aemond can only do so much to protect her.

So safe within his room, she lays atop the cool, clean sheets, curled on her side and cradling the dragon egg her prince had chosen for one of their children in the hollow between her swollen belly and tender breasts.

It is a beautiful thing, with a deep purple shell, speckled with tiny golden flecks on its scales that shined like gold, and holding it close made her feel a lot better- stronger and braver. Perhaps her babies sense the dragon inside, a siren call only the golden blood of Old Valyria could hear. Or perhaps she’s turning into a dragon too.  

“Oh, but I really am carrying little dragons,” she giggles to herself, brushing her fingertips against the tight swell of her belly. Saying those words aloud makes her feel giddy and proud and beyond anxious to meet them. “Two sweet little dragons…”

“Indeed you are, my love.”

She startles, glancing up to see Aemond looming over her with a small smile. There is a fierce pride in his violet eye as it rakes over her breasts and the curve of her bump. “I sent you back to find sleep, not strike up a conversation with the dragon egg...again.”

“The babes enjoy feeling the egg near them,” she shrugs. “That is why I do it.”

Aemond clicks his tongue, crawling alongside her onto the bed. “Did they tell you that?” he asks, voice thick with teasing.

One hand rests on her bump, fingers drawing small circles as she hides her head within his neck, feeling the children suddenly stirring in her womb. “Ah, seems my babes know their father is now here.” And the other drifts down to her breast, cupping and giving it a gentle squeeze.

She sighs.

Her dear prince, he’s taken quite the fancy to her breasts, now heavy and swelling with milk. Most nights Aemond sleeps with his head pillowed comfortably on her chest, face buried between her tits. They bring him comfort, he says a lot. He enjoys fondling and nursing from them too- as hungry for her soft gasps and moans as he is with her milk and cunt (his words not hers).

She cannot understand why, nor can she ask around for an answer.

A baseborn servant carrying royal babies is enough scandal for a terrible headache, and she can do without that.

She closes her eyes and shivers when he leans to kiss her clothed breast ever so tenderly. “I suppose this is good practice,” he murmurs as he tugs down her neckline, eye darkening at the delicious sight before him, “-for when our little ones finally arrive.” He then blows on her swollen nipple, smirking at the cute little whimper she lets out.  

"Look at you. Gods, you are so fucking gorgeous."

“Aemond-”

Aemond shushes her before taking her nipple in his hot mouth. Her head flings back on the pillow as he suckles, flicking it back and forth with his tongue. “Ach! My prince…!” she cries, hips grinding down on the bed, desperate for some release, while her pretty face scrunches up in sheer pleasure. “Please- please- please…!” Yet all her lurching, to his delight, just brings her breasts closer to him.

“You’ll feed my sons so well, my pretty girl,” and he slaps her breast, “I’ve known you’d give me fine heirs the moment I first laid eyes on you.”

She pants. “-want them, ah, to grow nice and strong like their father. All for you, my prince, tis what you deserve…!”

His other hand squeezes her other breast, tweaking and pinching the nipple until little beads of milk fall and she’s withering beneath him, a putty mess of cries and moans and shudders. Aemond smiles, her tit dropping out of his mouth with a pop.

“My lady- my sweet girl,” he tells her, lapping up the milk around her chest. “Pretty, pretty girl, all mine.”

By the time he's finished, his handmaid is fast asleep, with a sweet smile twisted across her pink lips. Her chest, now bruised and marked, heaves up and down with slow breaths. Aemond lays there, kissing her nipple and listening to her steady heartbeat. He swears it matches his.

"Mmm, works every time," he chuckles to himself.

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#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #aemond drabble #aemond fanfiction #aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #handmaid!reader #house of the dragon #house of the dragon imagine #hotd imagine #vic writes 🧸

[jakescaravel]

Scarlet Flavor

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Reader

Word Count: 2,338

Warnings: Period sex, blood, slight blood kink, very very slight breeding if you squint, oral (f receiving), masturbation (f), toy (vibrator), penetrative sex, slight feelings of embarrassment (handled very well), kissing, slight mentions of pain (it's just cramps),

You love doing nothing all day. You love freedom of it. The calmness, the control. You can simply do whatever you want whenever you want. You absolutely adore your perfect boyfriend Jake, but this morning had called for a little alone time so you now lay upstairs on your shared bed.

Your legs are spread wide with a tiny blue vibrator between them, rolling over your clit again and again. The feeling is indescribable. Like white hot electricity coursing through your veins with every drag of the cool silicone. 

Your breathing deepens and your hand comes down to twist gently into the sheets. You’re close and soon your hand loses its grasp on the toy, instead turning the speed up, just letting it rest there. The new setting causes your hips to arch off the bed and tiny moans start to escape you. 

Just as you feel your orgasm start to take over, the door opens and you drop the vibrator in shock, shutting your legs tightly. Jake stands before you with an assumed expression, his lips curling into a smirk. You scramble to turn off the whirring toy, but he grabs it from you before you can, inspecting it while his head shakes back and forth in disapproval.

“Baby…” His hand comes over his heart as his mouth drops. He’s just bullshitting, pretending to be scandalized. You roll your eyes through a laugh.

He takes a step closer. “What are you doing?” The toy clicks off.

“Nothing.” You say through a shy smile. You’re not embarrassed, not in the slightest, but there's still something mischievous in nature about getting caught. 

“It seems to me… and god let’s hope I’m wrong, that you think this little piece of plastic can get you off better than me?” He throws the toy on the bed as his knee climbs up, letting him crawl towards you.

“No.” Is all you can manage as your eyes lock on his devilish smirk as his hand slides up your bare thigh just shying away from your heat. 

His other hand comes up and together they part your thighs as your head turns to bury itself into the cushion. His hands drop from your legs and his face twists in concern.

“What's wrong baby?”

Your voice comes out smaller than you would have liked. “I’m on my period Jake.”

His hand reaches out and cups your chin, turning you to face him. You’re met with his smiling face as he reaches closer, bringing you in for a kiss. You melt away immediately feeling his soft lips on yours, his sweet taste. 

He stays for a moment before pulling away to whisper into your mouth, “okay let’s do it.”

You look up into his eyes, so inviting, so kind, but still you feel too vulnerable, too insecure. You close your legs slowly and give him a small shake of your head. He pouts adorably and you can’t help but giggle.

“Why not?”

“Because I’m all bloody.” You say, scrunching up your face and crossing your arms.

Turning on his exaggerated British accent he says, very loudly, “You think Blackbeard was afraid of a little blood!!?” 

You can’t help but laugh at his antics. His lips curl into a comforting smile when he sees that he’s made you laugh. Returning back to the Jake you know and love, he whispers to you again. “You don’t have to be shy, it’s only me.”

You think for a moment. You’ve just showered so maybe it wouldn’t be that bad… but then again, what if he sees you and thinks you're disgusting? What if he thinks he can do it but then sees you and gets grossed out? The thought makes you want to curl up into a tight ball. 

He watches your thoughts flow through your head, bringing his finger up to tap at your temple. “Don’t overthink it sweetheart, I make you feel good, let me do that.”

His hands push your thighs apart again and he moves his head down to kiss along the exposed bit of stomach. His mouth is so warm and wet that you let out a moan you can’t control. He looks up to you with a satisfied smirk.

“Ok fine, just- please just-” It’s hard to say the words, they feel weird coming off your tongue. “Just use your hands or at least don’t get it on your tongue.”

He gives you a slow nod and brings his head further down until his lips are ghosting just above your clit. You can feel his breath on you and it makes your pulse race. Finally he closes the distance and wraps his plush lips around your already sensitive bud. You yelp and lift your hips up to meet him. He sucks in, lapping his perfect tongue over you once.

His name falls from your tongue as your eyes shut tight. He increases the pressure, running his tongue in slow circles around you. His hands come up to massage the inside skin of your thighs making you melt further into the bed. You open your eyes to see his closed and brows knit together in concentration. 

It’s remarkable how perfect this man is. How dashing handsome, how funny, and how willing he is to do whatever he can to make you feel good. You really truly love him.

Your thoughts are cut off by an unpleasant ache deep in your stomach. It builds until it feels like a dull knife is twisting its way through you. “Oww.” You groan and he stops his movements at once.

“What's wrong?”

“Cramps, just hurts.”

His head lifts up farther to look straight at you. “I’m sorry baby, do you want me to stop? I can get you a heating pad or something?”

“No no, please, keep going, I'm ok.”

He takes a pause, obviously thinking about what to do, but he follows your command, letting his head fall back down to lap at you once more. Your hips buck up into his face and he buries himself further, increasing the pressure on your clit.

“Jake, fuck… feels good.”

His lips curl into a smile around you and his eyes flick up to yours as he extends his tongue, licking a slow stripe up your clit. The visual itself is so hot that you moan just at the sight of it. After a second, his still extended tongue dips down to your entrance, running back up until you can see a red streak painting it. You cringe at the sight, turning your head away once more, smiling bashfully into the pillow. 

“It’s okay doll, don’t be shy. You taste goood.”

You look back up to see him spreading the scarlet paint around your bud, stretching back down to collect more. The added slick feels amazing, but you can’t shake the slight shame that comes along with it.

“That's so…” You start, deciding to shut your mouth when you can’t exactly think of what it is. 

Gross? Maybe. Hot? Absolutely. 

He smirks again and sinks his face down until the tip of his nose is nudging at your entrance. He brings his face back up proudly, showing you his new color. Your cheeks flush at the sight and he goes back to lapping at you hungrily. 

His movements become more sloppy as your mouth opens, letting you desperate whimpers and whines. His lips and tongue run over you up and down, nudging at your clit with every movement until the better half of his face is covered in your mix of juices. It’s so incredibly dirty, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t extremely turned on by the obscenity of it all. 

Your hand weaves into his hair, pulling him closer to you while he licks you through it. He slides his tongue into you while his nose nudges over your clit and he picks up a curling movement. 

“Fuckk, I’m gonna cum Jake.” 

“Right on my tongue, I wanna taste all of you.” He rushes out before connecting back to you with such force that you feel his skin hitting yours. He carelessly rolls his tongue around you, all over until you’re no doubt covered in red. 

Every sinful flick of his tongue brings you closer and closer and you feel yourself right on the edge. Your grip in his hair tightens as your thighs start to shake, hips bucking up closer to his mouth.

He can tell you’re close and his movements pick up speed, the wet sounds growing in volume, but at this point you can’t seem to care in the slightest. 

He moans into your cunt, the vibrations sending you over until you’re rocking up to meet him. He sucks and licks at you and your legs start to shake violently. Jake extends his tongue again, running up and down to collect your arousal before bringing it up to your clit once last time, swiping over it making you jerk up before settling back down into the soft bed.

Your breathing evens out and he lifts off of you to sit up. His nose and mouth are covered in a shiny red and he gives you an evil looking smile. Your cheeks flush a similar color and you watch as he fiddles with his belt buckle.

“That was so fucking hot baby, thank you for letting me do that.” He speaks earnestly and his smile softens. You can see the flat of his tongue is a deep red as well.

“That wasn’t like…” Again you trail off, not deciding how to finish your sentence.

“Nope. I want all of you, whatever form that may be.” He flashes you a handsome smile, running his tongue over his lips then over his teeth, staining them pink. 

You cast your eyes away from his with another deep blush forming on your cheeks, but your eyes land on his cock, now hard and ready in his slowly pumping fist. You take in a breath at the sight of it. Without a word, he inches closer and drops his cock, letting it sway in the air while his hands come up to your legs.

He pulls them up until they are being held in the air at the perfect angle for him. He tightens his grip as he leans his hips forward, cock grazing your entrance. He lets out a huff, his eyes glued to your cunt. He tries to angle himself to slide in but his cock misses by an inch, instead sliding up to rest along your clit. He lets it drag heavily along you before lining up once more.

This time, the head gently pushes in and he sucks in a breath through gritted teeth. He stills for a moment then snaps into you in one swift move until he’s buried to the hilt as far in as he can go. It makes a loud squelching sound along with your matched groans of pleasure. 

He feels so deep inside you that it’s the only thing you can feel. He starts to move in and out and you watch his cock get slowly painted red. He’s looking too and his lips curl up in amusement. 

He picks up a steady rhythm, sliding in and out with ease hitting the back of your walls with every thrust. 

“You’re so fucking warm, you feel amazing.”

He pulls out again and lets his cock run over your clit once more. You bite your bottom lip, suppressing a moan as he begins to slide in once more. He dips in an inch then slams into you again, emitting a similar wet sloshing noise that makes your cheeks flush.

“Look at you, you’re just sucking me right in. Do I feel good baby?”

You look back up to see the darkened blood driying on his face. He watches your eyes widen at the sight and he simply chuckles. 

“Do I look pretty with you all over me?”

You giggle nervously and he looks down to where your bodies meet. “I bet it's not as pretty as this pretty pussy. She’s all mine.” He emphasizes his words with a pointed thrust that makes you cry out. He starts pounding into you and your legs wrap around his waist on instinct, pulling him as close as possible.

The new angle has him hitting you deep with every thrust and soon you feel your body starting to submit to the pleasure. He must feel similarly because you can feel him start to lose his rhythm. He angles his hips up and snaps into you a few more times before he cries loudly and you can feel his cock twitch wildly, spilling into you making you feel even warmer. 

He thrusts his cum deeper into you, holding it there as far in as it’ll go and your legs clench around his waist as it washes over you. Your hips buck up on their own accord as your hands stretch out to him, even though they don’t reach. 

His name falls from your lips as you squeeze around him. He hisses and pulls out of you while you continue to shake and sputter soft sounds of pleasure. He sets your hips back on the bed and soothes a calming hand over your stomach, letting his fingers fall down to graze over your clit. Your hips jerk up softly at his touch and he smiles.

“You’re so responsive. And so so pretty.” His eyes glimmer and you feel your heart melting at his words.

“I love you Jake.”

“I love you.”

He bites his lip as his hand fists over his cock making it shine a similar crimson color. He shows you his hand and quickly places it over your stomach, huffing out an immature laugh. You look down in horror at the hand print adorning your stomach.

“Jake what the fuck?” You look back up to his face and burst out laughing. He’s such an idiot, but he’s perfect. 

“Come on, let's go take a shower.” 

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#jake kiszka #jake x reader #greta van fic #greta van fleet #smut #romance #fluff #period sex

[deepestnightcolor]

☾ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀ’ꜱ (ᴄᴏᴄᴋ) ʙʟᴏᴄᴋ ☽

ᴀ/ɴ: It is me - and I am back with some new smut. Next up will be Sam, but here, our writer needs some help. So please, if you will, take a seat and enjoy the show.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Elliott (SDV) x GN!Reader

ᴡᴄ: 3111 words.

ᴍᴅɴɪ ✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: handjob, cursing, kissing, teasing, praising.

He couldn’t do it. He just couldn’t. He had been staring at the piece of paper in front of him for hours now, and he could have sworn by now it was mocking him. “The big author can’t even write a teeny tiny chapter, huhhh? Yeah, that’s right,” he heard the blank piece whisper to him. His head gave it a voice and all, and he had to wonder; why would that piece of flesh up there betray him in such ways? It was part of him, for goodness’ sake!

Groaning, Elliott hid his face in his hands, squeezing his eyes shut to fend off that annoying, pestering, absolutely stupid voice that bounced around his head like a ping-pong ball, before he let his slender fingers run through his long hair.

Alright. He could do this. He was an author, after all. A creative, hard-working author. No bare sheet of paper would force him into surrender. He gripped his feather again, dipping it into the tin of ink next to him before he hovered it over the paper, ready to write, ready to finish this book! And…

Nothing. Nothing happened. He didn’t even hear the gears in his head turning like he usually did when he was searching for ideas within the depths of his brain. Another groan left his swollen lips – he had been biting around on them all day – and in moments like this, he wished he wouldn’t have quit smoking his pipe when he had moved here.

“What’s wrong with you, sweets?” A voice from behind suddenly asked, making Elliott’s eyes flicker to the window in disbelief. He hadn’t even noticed how the brightness of the day had slowly been replaced by the darkness as the sun had slowly found the arms of the ground to rest. He had agreed upon meeting you at his shed tonight as he was leaving your farmhouse that morning. He thought back bitterly; just mere hours ago he had felt like he could finish thousands of books; that the tip of his feather would break from all the writing he was doing. He hadn’t expected that it would be his spirit breaking from the terrible blockage that kept the well of creativity sealed. Tightly sealed, at that! Scandalous, utterly scandalous.

The brunet was so lost in his thoughts, perhaps even in quite some self-pitying, that he didn’t even realize his lack of answer. An act of rudeness he would have never forgiven himself for in any other situation, but this, this was different. He hadn’t experienced such a silence in his head in ages, and he didn’t know how to handle it.

Of course, all of this didn’t go unnoticed. You slowly put down the basket of freshly harvested vegetables you had brought so you and your lover could cook a meal tonight, carefully stepping up to him. You placed your hands on his shoulder slowly, gently beginning to massage them. You hadn’t ever seen Elliott this tense before, so full of… frustration. But you were glad to see that he almost immediately relaxed beneath the touch of your warm hands, his head falling backwards to lean against your chest, quite obviously seeking comfort. You brought up your hands to head and gently began massaging his scalp, your eyes falling on to the empty paper in front of him. So that was his problem – writer’s block. You yourself had been haunted by artist’s block or just plain lack of motivation when it came to your passions one too many times, which made you coo in understanding. You leaned down and kissed his forehead, getting a small, barely audible sigh in return. “Poor you,” you murmured, eyes trailing to his fist that was still tightly clenched around the feather. Usually, it was you that would have your emotions soothed by Elliott – there hadn’t been a single day in your relationship when this man hadn’t been calm, optimistic gentleman, only showing a sliver of anxiety when he had confessed his feelings to you. Which didn’t mean you weren’t happy to assist, quite the opposite, to be honest.

While you kept caressing your boyfriend’s long hair, your brain began forming an idea. Only yesterday you had come across an article that discussed about how blockades in creativity could be overcome by giving the brain a source of positive hormones, such as dopamine or even oxytocin. The problem about that was that people experiencing said blockage wouldn’t usually seek out such source themselves; too focused on trying to overcome the hurdle of not being able to do what they would like to do by simply trying to do it. The article also mentioned what could be the source of such positive hormones. You figured it was worth a try – seeing your boyfriend in such state of despair made your heart ache, and if you could be of assistance, you would try to be.

You rounded the chair your lover affectionately called his “writing chair”, taking a seat on the armrest. You were still massaging Elliott’s scalp with one hand, worry arising in the pit of stomach when there wasn’t even the meekest of complaints about how you were messing up his hair. However the fact that he had begun to melt in your touch felt good to you, like it always did. Elliott had always been sensitive to touch. Especially your touch.

 Running your fingers down his arms usually resulted in goosebumps raising on his skin and a shudder rippling down his spine. You playing with strands of his hair often meant for him to lie completely still, mouth agape and eyes closed. Yes, Elliott was weak for being touched, and not even writer’s block could change that.

“El?”

“Yes, my love?” He murmured, voice soft, yet not able to cover the frustration lingering in each letter. He wanted to write, or at least know that he was able to. You knew he would be restless until that was the case.

“Would it be okay…for me to try and help you?”

Elliott’s eyes fluttered weakly as he gave you a shrug. “You can try, however… What if I am helpless case? Forever robbed of the power to access my very own creati- ah!” You had cut off his stream of words by brushing your thumbs over his nipples, something that always got him distracted in one way or another.

“What are you doing, my love? Oh!” You rolled the hardened buds between your index fingers and thumbs now, eyes focused on the writer’s face. You never wanted to go too far, and Elliott’s face was, ironically, like an open book. And right now, he was wordlessly urging you to go on. Smiling to yourself, you let your hands wander beneath the white dress shirt he always wore, even in the comfort of his own home, soaking in the shudder that rippled through his whole body when skin met skin. “Pretty boy,” you assure him, shifting on the piece of wood you had found your seat on to get closer to his face, your lips meeting his jaw and pressing gentle kisses on it.

Elliott’s breathing was laboured already; the sensations your lips and hands caused making each nerve tingle, the skin your fingers brushed burning up instantly. Your hands slipped from beneath his shirt, the loud whine of protest giving your confidence a boost and the feeling of guilt all the same. This was about him, your boyfriend. The same boyfriend that gave you his all, each day and every day. “Just gonna unbutton your shirt,” you mumbled against his jaw, allowing your lips to brush along his cheek now before pressing a kiss to the warm skin. Your lover relaxed almost immediately, his hands reaching to pop open the buttons but were stopped in their tracks by yours.

You smiled at him and began to undo each button yourself. Usually, you would take your time, tease him a little. See how far you could push him until he took matters into his own hands and made love to you, but not this time. When his upper body was revealed, you allowed yourself a moment to just take him in. His chest was toned from working on his little boat and heaving and right now, it was raising and falling quickly in anticipation.

You leaned in again, your lips finding his jaw again, ghosting over his lips which he desperately tried to meet with yours. You allowed it, albeit only for a fleeting moment as you let your own continue their journey. You kissed his neck, your kisses leaving a trail of goosebumps behind as you made your way to his chest. You sighed wistfully, eyes flicking up to his face. “Aren’t you absolutely stunning?”

The praise made a blush spread on his cheeks, but the smile that caressed his lips like yours had done just moments before was quite telling.

You smiled, blowing hot air against the spot that you had just kissed, using the gentle moan that you were rewarded with as a guide to keep going.

You got up from your seat and stepped between Elliott’s thighs, who happily obliged by opening them up to give you more space. You found your new place on your knees in front of him, hunched forward to have free access to his skin. Again, you began to kiss and lick at his skin, before finally letting your mouth engulf his hardened nipple. Not wanting to leave the other one without attention, you took it between your index finger and thumb again, adding gentle pressure into your caressing. “Yes! Yes, please…”

You were pretty sure you would be able to get Elliott to cum in his pants just by playing with his nipples; a glance downwards showed you that he was as hard as a rock already, and you would have bet money that you would be able to feel a wet spot on his boxers if you reached your hands down his pants. His hips were bucking up when he particularly big jolt of pleasure when through his body, breathless begs spilling from his mouth. He absolutely loved your touch. He would have given everything to have this feeling engraved on his skin, to always be kept on this level of ecstasy that his heart was pumping through his veins with great vigour.

However, you knew you wouldn’t let him come from just playing with his nipples a little, after all, the perfect opportunity was right in the palm of your hand. Well, maybe it was wrapped around your fingers; just before you had left your house you had slipped on the two rings that your boyfriend had gifted you for your one-year anniversary. The two of them were elegantly simple, and you loved wearing them whenever you could, though taking a closer look at them, you decided they could be of advantage, and maybe Elliott had had the same thing in mind when he had gotten them for you. One of the rings was a little bumpy in texture, while the other was smooth and soothing against your skin. You decided it was time to test your theory, pulling away from Elliott’s nipple with your eyes already trained on the crotch of his pants, when you felt a hand on your head, pushing you back against his chest.

“More,” he ordered, voice rough around the edges, but still full of despair, showing you a side of the writer that rarely, if ever, got to see the light of day. “But your-“

His hand kept pressing your lips towards him, breathing heavy as his other one reached down. You could hear the buckle of a belt, a sound that was like music to your ears, and then you could feel him struggling against the fabric. His hips rutted in the air again, but you admittedly weren’t quite sure if it the sole attempt of getting rid of his pants or him greedily trying to fuck the air. Since this was supposed to be about him, you decided to obey. Your mouth pressed kisses onto his skin against and you made sure to switch between sloppy, open-mouthed kisses, and quick, hard pecks, each sensation luring a different reaction out of him.

“Holy shit, don’t stop.”

This time it was you that shuddered – Elliott cursing? Certainly a new one. You swallowed thickly as you sucked on the man, trying to leave as many marks as possible, and maybe, just perhaps, you were selfishly trying to get more curses around of him.

Finally, you felt him settle into the chair again, his pants down far enough to reveal his black boxers. Just as you had expected when your fingers brushed over his still clothed shaft your fingertips were greeted with a spot of precum. He was desperate after all, chasing every single feeling of you touching him, not able to get enough. Maybe he just didn’t want to get enough because this was the perfect distraction. The voice in his head had gone quiet, being replaced by another, needier one that whispered nothing but please, please, please. He knew he was on your beck and call like this, but there were little things he cared less about. He hadn’t ever expected that he could have reached a cloud this high, but here he was. Touched by the love of his life and chasing a orgasm- Oh Yoba. Your fingers had found their way underneath the fabric of his boxers and around his cock. Something was different, however. Something besides your fingers was pressed against his girth. His eyes fluttered open, landing on you between his knees. Did he ever tell you how pretty you looked down there? He knew it wasn’t very polite to have you on the ground while he sat on a chair, but oh goodness you began moving your hand. An exasperated gasp left his neck and his head fell back, the feeling of something cold mixing with the warmth of your finger. His hands wrapped around the armrests of his chair, knuckles turning white from how hard he was holding on – he was sure his soul would leave his body if he didn’t. He just couldn’t make out the feeling against his dick. There were your fingers, but also something bumpy, and something so smooth that. The combination made his heart stutter, his hips snapping upward to get more. Much more.

“Please, love. Please,” he begged, and how could you deny him?

Your thumb collected some of the slick that was leaking from his tip already, using it to lube him up a bit just to clench your fingers a little tighter around him. The way Elliott was panting and rutting his hips into your hand showed you that you definitely were doing something right, leading him to the source of dopamine and oxytocin.

Your hand began to move up and down his shaft, rings massaging the veiny skin with every move. From above you came breathless moans and gasps; Elliott’s head was completely thrown against the head rest, his thighs twitching with every move of your hand, with every flick of your wrist. You were pretty sure he even kicked the air at some point. And really, the man couldn’t handle all this pleasure that was washing over him. It was overwhelming, tearing him apart, burning him alive. Flashes of hot white entered his vision; the time he had been able to see straight and formulate coherent sentences long gone.

Mumbles and groans of “yes”s and “please”s could be heard, the sound of your fist working his slicked up cock filling the shed instead of frustrated begs for his lack of ability to write to end.

“You gonna cum for me, Elliott? Hmm? Pretty please…I wanna see you cum for me,” you cooed, turning your head to the side to press kisses to the inside of his thighs, only pushing him closer to the edge.

You moved your hand fast one moment, just to use your fist to glide over his length carefully the next. He never knew what to anticipate next, because whenever he could feel his orgasm being so close, close enough for him to be able to almost grasp it you slowed down again. And whenever the lingering feeling of his peak began to loosen up, you made sure his balls tightened again by allowing him to fuck your fist and massaging his balls through the fabric of his underwear.

This was torture, really. No, it was heaven. Heavenly torture, maybe, he didn’t care. He was so close again.

He wasn’t going to finish the sentence; the cry that tore from his throat doing just little to showcase that immense orgasm that ripped through him. His legs straightened out, toes curling as his back arched in, the air being knocked out of his lungs. He was pretty sure he could smell every single colour on this green planet, and taste sounds at that. Spurts and spurts of cum covered your hand, and the inside of his underwear. But that was a problem for future Elliott; his problem seemingly was surviving right now.

“Mhm! Mhm! Oh shit, oh shit, sorry!”

The man was squirming beneath your touch now, nerve endings alarming his brain that he was overstimulated already, but he would have rather forever endured writer’s block than for you to stop. The feeling of the metal against his cock was driving him wild; drool was slipping from his lips, onto his glistening his chest.

“Gonna cum, love! Gonna-“

Panting still, Elliott’s cock was throbbing violently in your hand, that had slowed its pace by now. Your eyes were fixated on your boyfriend’s face, watching him go through all the emotions that seemingly came with his orgasm.

It took him several moments of sucking in as much air as possible, not daring to open up his green eyes. If his head already was spinning like this, he didn’t want to know what the world would look like.

“El?” You asked carefully, your hand still holding firmly onto the base of his cock.

“Oh…my…,” he murmured, voice just barely above a whisper. “What…what was that? Against..against me?”

You bit your lip, slowly pulling your hand from the writer’s boxers, holding it up almost guiltily. Elliott blinked a few times, before leaning down to take in your hand. His corners of his mouth quivered, making you unsure if he was about to cry for a split second.

“I knew they would come in handy once,” he chuckled, closing his eyes once more. You chuckled as well, slowly getting to your feet. You were about to wander over to sink to wash your hands when slender fingers wrapped around your wrist. Elliott brought your hand to his mouth without hesitation, tongue lolling out to lick each digit, before sucking one after the other into his mouth. He looked up at you while he was doing it, enjoying the look of complete shock on your face. He released your hand and cautiously pulled you down in a kiss, letting you taste him on his tongue.

The overstimulating feeling, however, made him whimper and slowly pull away.

“Thank you, my love.”

You smiled, quietly kissing his forehead that was covered by a thin layer of sweet, pride swelling in your chest.

 The two of you settled into the silence, quietly holding hands when Elliott opened his eyes again, the green orbs falling onto the piece of paper that was resting on the table still. You sucked in a breath when he picked up the feather, hovering it over the paper.

And…

He wrote. A smile tugged at your lips, and you kissed his head, quietly making your way over to the basket. Thank Yoba you liked to read research papers when you couldn’t sleep.

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Happy Birthday, Mr Bridgerton

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: Benedict's wife gives him the best possible birthday gift.

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors dni, masturbation, vaginal sex, massage, pregnancy.

Word Count: 3.0k

Author's Note: A more romantic fic than my usual. The sweet, soulful artist deserves to be loved and cherished. Enjoy <3

It’s midnight, and a birthday has just begun.

You pad through the house to Benedict’s studio. He is perched on a stool, busy sketching. He often works late into the night when the muse takes him. You pause in the open doorway to watch him work. Admiring his skills as he feathers his charcoal across the page. Admiring him, the movements of his artistic hands, his white shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his braces hanging loose around his hips.

“Happy birthday, my love,” you call softly as you close the door.

“Thank you, my lo…” his answer dies on his lips as he turns and sees you.

Speechless is a good start.

Your skin feels aglow as you bask in his attention, sauntering towards him. His eyes track your every movement. His hand is still suspended in midair, charcoal in hand.

Your gown is totally sheer, the colour of your flesh, its only adornment being tiny starbursts of silver sequins that glitter in the candlelight. You feel beautiful in it, like a walking shimmering fireworks display. With a few layers of chemises, this would be a stunning ball gown; without them, it’s a scandalous sight. Everything is visible through the translucent tulle layers. And you wear absolutely nothing underneath except a dab or two of his favourite perfume.

He still hasn’t said anything, but he is breathing slightly heavily as you draw up to him, his eyes raking up and down your body. You pluck the charcoal between his fingers and place it down on his easel.

“I am the luckiest man in the world,” he exhales quietly, finally finding his voice.

Warmth blooms in your chest, and you smile fondly at his compliment, stepping between his slightly bended knees; one of his feet looped onto the stool, the other kicked out towards the easel. You set aside a little glass vial you came in holding.

“Wh…” he begins, but you hush him with a soft finger to his lips.

“Shh, you don’t need to speak tonight, my love,” you murmur, running your hands into his hair, “just feel.”

His eyes soften and give silent acceptance, and his body relaxes a notch. Even though he finds solace in his art, he’s had a long few days; you want to soothe him and bring him peace.

His soulful blue eyes watch your expressions as your fingertips trail across his cheekbones, curling inwards to brush the back of your fingers down his jawline to his chin, mapping the structure of his face. There are libraries worth of literature extolling female beauty, but you’ve found precious few pieces that capture the truth of male beauty such as his. Your thumb traces gently over his lips, and you ghost a smile as he busses gently against your digit.

You move your hands to outline the shell of his ears, passing his earlobes between your fingers, sweeping down to cup his neck, pressingly on the tension points you feel corded there. He exhales deeply, leaning into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed. Tonight it’s all about making him feel special, not just because it’s his birthday, but because he spends so much of his time catering to the needs of others, most of all yours, and he deserves to be indulged.

Splaying your fingers upwards around the back of his head, you enjoy running them into his thick hair. He hums contentedly as you massage lightly. Then his breath hitches as you scrape your nails lightly across his scalp, the skin around his open shirt collar erupting into goosebumps. Oh, the responsiveness is so enchanting.

You lean forward and kiss his lips softly, just a brief touch. His eyes fly open, and he chases your lips as you pull away. He pleads with the most mournful expression, so you relent and press your lips to his again. His hands curl around your shoulders, their sizeable warmth at once both centring and sending you soaring. He kisses back slowly, opening his lips slightly, his tongue requesting permission to yours. Hands still in his hair, you pull closer, deepening the kiss. His arms now slide around your back to hold you close. It’s luscious and languid. Shared breaths and gentle flirtation.

You reach down and tug his shirt up. He assists your efforts, removing his arms from around you and pulling the garment up and over his head. You catalogue the sculpted plains of his arms, chest, and stomach. He is watching your face with a crooked smile; he knows all the telltale signs of your desire. Your tongue feels thick, wanting to run over every inch. For later, you tell yourself.

His brow knits in puzzlement as you circle him, coming to a halt behind him instead. You kiss the back of his neck, running your nose up into his hair, where his natural scent is most potent. On instinct, it draws you closer; your hands curl around his biceps as you press your upper body against him. The rasp of your tulle dress against his shoulder blades hitches his breath and yours, the friction causing your nipples to pebble heavily. Knowing he can feel it too—a little tease of what else will come later.

He is listening intently as you reach for the small glass vial you came in with, opening it and pouring a little oil into your palm. Usually, by now, he would be asking what you're doing, using the velvety tone that makes your body sing. Tonight he is quiet, but one look into his eyes would say everything his lips are not.

Notes of orange and bergamot swirl into the air as you massage the oil into your hands, warming it. His inhale is a sign he recognises the scent from the hours of pleasure in your bedroom. Usually, it is him massaging your body into a blissful state before slipping his fingers inside you, making you come over and over. More derailing thoughts you need to put aside.

You begin by running the flanks of your hands firmly down either side of his spine, all the way from his neck to his waist. His moan is one of relief, not desire, but your body reacts regardless; the sudden want to be filled by him is visceral. Your lips tingle to kiss him again, but you resist the urge, focussing on bringing him serenity.

Feeling the tension easing under your fingers as you work on the knots around his neck is a mutual reward. His breath is deep and even; he shifts to place both feet flat on the floor. You spend many minutes mapping the stress points in his back and kneading the flesh until it relents into a relaxed state. His hums and sighs act as the guide for your progress. You circle back to his front when it seems he is entirely free from any strain.

“Does that feel better, my love?” You know the answer, but asking gives you a moment to indulge your heart, appreciating the blissful look on his face as he nods contentedly.

He pulls you in for another kiss and gently bites your lower lip. The room grows a few degrees warmer, a sparking feeling notching up your spine, radiating out across your skin.

You run your hands heavily up his thighs, admiring the latent power you feel underneath the material, him watching your movements. Your hands reach his hips and pause, waiting for his gaze to meet yours. Then you start unbuttoning; you know he’s not wearing anything underneath today; he often doesn’t when you are home. It’s gratifying to watch his pupils dilate as you twist your mouth into a playful pout with each button relenting.

As you reach the last button, you grin broadly, grab his hand instead, and pull him bodily across the room towards the emerald green chaise. The one you have posed on countless times for him. He trails behind you with a carefree laugh, holding up his britches with his free hand.

“No need for modesty Mr Bridgerton” you tease as you pull him to a stop next to the chaise. He raises an eyebrow and lifts his hand, his britches falling to a heap on the floor. Your gaze descends to his cock, standing proud. So familiar to you now, but every time as tantalising and thrilling as the first time he showed you his body.

“Why do you ever wear clothes?” you think wistfully. Your cheeks flush as his lopsided smile tells you you have voiced your thoughts.

“If the lady wishes, I never will again in this house”, he whispers seductively. “But only if you only ever wear this dress” His fingers trace the neckline of your gown with feather-soft touches. “Or nothing at all.” His lips find the spot just below your earlobe that makes you shiver.

“This evening is supposed to be about me seducing you, birthday boy,” you admonish affectionately, pulling your neck away reluctantly, “not the other way around.”

“By all means, Mrs Bridgerton, please continue,” using that voice he knows makes your knees weak.

“Lay down,” you whisper.

He relaxes back on the chaise, one arm tucked behind his head, with an easy smile, an innate confidence in his nudity. You wish you had his skills to capture this moment on a canvas. You take your time surveying the sight before you, shameless almost in your ogling. Ladies of good breeding are not supposed to be so lascivious, but you can’t help it when it comes to your husband. He is gorgeous to you. And, based on how heads turn when he walks into a room, you are not alone in that sentiment. Not for the first time; you consider yourself very lucky he returned your feelings.

“Penny, for your thoughts, my love,” his arm reaching for you, his fingers gently circling your wrist.

“I was just thinking I am the luckiest woman in the world,” you reply truthfully, echoing his sentiment when you walked in earlier, leaning down to kiss the hand that holds your wrist.

His smile turns almost shy, and he averts his eyes, long eyelashes fluttering as a slight blush colours his cheeks. It makes your heart melt and your pussy clench simultaneously. How he can do that astounds you. You want to wrap him in the tightest, sweetest hug but also fuck him so hard your teeth rattle. What a beautiful contradiction.

“I had all these plans,” you sigh, “but I find myself impatient for you, my love.”

“Tell me about them,” he requests, looking back up at you, his lips tugging into a playful, beautiful crooked grin.

“I planned to tease you for ages, kiss every inch of your skin from your ankles to your hair,” you reply, your gaze tracking up his body again, fingers itching to trail over his contours.

“Sounds lovely,” his voice teasing.

“Mmmm, but,” you hitch up your dress and straddle him, settling your hips on his waist, your dress fanning out over him, your fingers tracing the constellation of freckles on his breastbone, “you are too tempting, Mr Bridgerton, and I find I just want you inside me.”

“That sounds even better,” he admits, his voice rough as he grabs your knee and runs a hand up your thigh under the gauzy layers. His questing fingers slide between your legs, and you moan as he expertly flexes them against you.

You grab his forearm. “No, my darling, it’s you who gets the pleasure tonight,” you counter, gently shaking your head and pulling his hand away.

“But I want to watch you. I love your face when I do this to you,” Benedict pleads, his eyes so beseeching.

“Then allow me,” you offer with a raised eyebrow.

Gathering your dress slightly, you slide your fingers between your legs, loving the wetness you find there, all for him. You moan gently, holding his gaze as your fingers move. His grip on your thigh tightens; you intuit what he is asking for and speed up your ministrations. You bite your lip and groan loudly, not daring to break eye contact. His other hand behind his head moves to grip your other thigh; his Adam's apple bobs visibly as he swallows, and his chest rises and falls more visibly.

“I need you,” his voice breathy and low, “please…”

Your fingers slip from your body and reach behind to grab him, and he groans as you give him a few gentle pumps with your hand before shuffling backwards to line him up with your body. Watching many expressions flit across his face, revelling in his breathy anticipation, you allow his tip inside. His moan is like poetry, and you sink fractionally lower, loving how it feels when he invades your body—the insistent stretch and heat. You roll your hips, eager to envelop him but also to maintain a slow tease. He looks at you pleadingly.

“What do you need, my beautiful birthday boy?” you ask softly.

“Please, my love, take all of me; I need you,” his voice sounds so needy it makes your chest flutter.

You smile as his eyes burn into yours, then sink down, gasping at the hot, plunging invasion pulling you so taunt. The lustful noise he emits makes you pulse around him, which in turn makes him call out your name, a wanton call and response that has you grabbing his hands and placing them on your breasts. The tulle of your dress scrunches against your nipple, sequins catching against your sensitive skin and between his fingers. He slips his hand inside the neckline and grabs your naked flesh as you press into his touch and start to rock gently.

Usually, you talk to each other when you make love, whispering debauched thoughts or just communicating how you feel. But tonight, you enjoy a silent, almost psychic connection, something more sensual and decadent, staring into each other's eyes, saying everything without words. Your movements are fluid but slow and deliberate, savouring the intoxicating feel of him sliding within you.

He lifts your left hand from his body and brings it to his mouth, brushing his lips over the wedding ring you wear proudly. You mirror his actions, taking his left hand, but instead plunge his wedding ring finger into your mouth, sucking it gently, the metal of his ring knocking against your teeth as you rise and fall. Hoping to convey through your actions the depth of emotion and passion you feel for this man.

He groans and drives his hips upwards, sliding even deeper, catching against the top of your channel, your toes flexing at the pleasure that causes. You call his name, releasing his hand, your nails scratching over his abs. Something more carnal, taking you both somewhere frantic.

You surge up and down, chasing all the sensations, his hands running down your back, warm through the layers of your dress, grasping your hips and pulling your down harder into him as your fingernails drag against the ripples of his abdomen muscles. Over and over until your thighs burn, and still, you don't ever want to stop, revelling in the feeling you get every time he nudges that place inside you that makes all the exertion worth it.

You see in his eyes as he is approaching his peak, the desperation for you to join him, making you reach under your dress and touch yourself, him hissing encouragements as you do so. His voice rockets you to the edge, the sonorous rumbling through his body that sweeps you over to a place that is a kaleidoscope of bliss; breath stolen, body tensing and releasing, firing a euphoria in every fibre from your scalp to your toes. Distantly, you can hear him climaxing, his fingers a vice-like grip as his groan turns guttural, and he holds you down fiercely. All his muscles tense in rigid relief as he comes hard. He looks so beautiful in this moment, biting his lip and screwing his eyes shut, that you collapse onto him and kiss his jaw, even biting gently in a way that makes him more vocal and his grip stronger.

Then as the intensity of the moment passes, all is serene as you recover together, breaths evening out, hands laced together. These quiet moments after the passionate storm feel the most intimate—the languid caresses, soft kisses and whispered words.

“Thank you for the most wonderful birthday gift,” he sighs, sated, as you lay atop him, your head on his shoulder, drawing idle shapes on his pectoral muscle with the tips of your fingers.

“A massage and making love are not your gift, my love,” you refute quietly, twisting your head to look up into his inquisitive eyes. “You deserve those and so much more. No, your gift is something else entirely. There is a reason I dressed like this, to look like the nicest gift wrapping that I possibly could,” you explain and sit up, straddling him again.

“I will always think of you as the best gift in my life,” he chuckles happily.

“Not me, Benedict.” You grab his hand and place it on your dress, just below your belly button.

“There is a gift in here for you, my love. It will probably take another, hmm, seven months, but I think it will be the greatest gift you, and indeed I, could ever receive. A beautiful gift we made together.”

His breath catches, and his mouth opens a fraction in surprise; his eyes suddenly go glassy and soft with emotion.

“Are you with child, my love?” he murmurs excitedly.

“I believe I am Mr Bridgerton. Or should I say papa?” you smile indulgently. Suddenly he is sitting up and pulling you into an embrace with his other arm, his lips finding yours.

“This is the best gift ever,” he grins, his eyes damp, his hand cradling your still-flat belly as if it is the most precious thing in the world.

“Happy birthday, Mr Bridgerton,” you beam as you place your hand over his, “from both of us.”

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okay last one i swear lol I've gotta go with my baby girl for the smut

"So wet for me already.", "You're gonna be so sore tomorrow.", and "You look so beautiful with my hand wrapped around your neck."

Consequences

Summary: Feeling neglected by your girlfriend you decide to take matters into your own hands. Will you be able to handle the consequences of your actions?

Pairing: dom!Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x afab!bratty sub!Reader

Warnings:Filth, swearing, smut, punishments, alcohol, MINORS DNI 18+! Rough sex in general.

Word count: 2511

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You had been feeling neglected by your girlfriend for weeks now. She had been working longer hours and then hanging out with the squad or going to bed early when she was off. She hadn’t seemed to notice the lack of sex in your relationship, but you had. So you decided to do something about it. 

You probably should’ve handled the situation more maturely. But you had decided to play a petty game of cat and mouse. A grown up conversation wasn’t what you wanted. You wanted her to be as desperate for you as you were for her. The weeks of touching yourself had left you unsatisfied and sour toward the brunette. 

The opportunity for your little game came up sooner rather than later. It was Bradley’s birthday and he wanted to get out on the town for the night. Going to different bars and clubs until you all had Bob or an Uber take you home. Setting everything in motion was easier than you expected. 

You had chosen an especially short dress for the night. The material barely went down to mid thigh. It would definitely defy the fingertip rule if you were in a school. The neckline was plunging and the back was open. It was all around very scandalous, borderline inappropriate even for a club. It was also in Natasha’s favorite color so you knew it would catch her eye. You needed to adjust the spaghetti straps to keep the dress in its place so you enlisted the help of your favorite Naval aviator. 

“Hey Nat can you come here for a minute?” You called for her from your place in the bathroom. She came striding in not long after. She looked you up and down as she sucked in a breath. 

“What do you need help with? Taking off the dress perhaps?” She asked you as she reached for the straps to pull them down. You simply hummed as you shrugged away her touch. 

“I need you to adjust the straps for me so they stay up right.” You told her as you slipped an earring into your ear. 

“Oh. Okay.” She told you with disappointment leaking from her voice. She adjusted the straps before she went to lean down and kiss the side of your neck. You slyly angled away to pull out your makeup bag. 

“That’s all I needed, babe. I’m gonna finish up my makeup. Why don’t you go wait in the living room till I’m ready?” You asked her sweetly as you looked at her in the mirror. 

“Fine.” She huffed out before exiting the tiny space. You hadn’t thought it was going to be that easy to pull a reaction out of her but you weren’t complaining one bit.

The game continued like that the rest of the night. She’d get close to you and you would slip away. Just out of her reach every time. She had started to grow irritated quite quickly. A scowl set on her face as you danced in the middle of the crowd with Fritz and Hangman. 

You had been giving her light touches here and there. Running your finger along her back. Brushing her hair off her shoulder. Grazing your lips across her cheek as you pulled back from speaking into her ear. You had even gone into the bathroom and removed your thong slipping it into her pocket. She had given you a warning look at your boldness. Her fingers had reached into her pocket repeatedly through the night fingering the lace placed inside. 

But the final straw for her was when you grazed your ass against her front just barely grinding into her as you came up from the dance floor to grab your drink. She quickly snatched your hips into her hands and grinded against you. A growl came out of her as you tried to pull away. You turned and gave her a look of bewilderment. As her grip tightened and her eyes darkened. 

“We’re fucking going home.” She said bluntly. You gave her a look of surprise in return, feigning innocence. She made her way over to Bob as she released you and bargained for his keys so you wouldn’t have to wait for an Uber. You’re not sure what she said to the backseater but whatever it was had him nodding his head and handing over his keys. 

The ride home was silent except for the music playing through the speakers. You had started to grow nervous as the longer time went on without her speaking. Your fingers came down to play with the hem of your dress as you debated speaking up. Finally having enough of the silence you turned towards her. 

“Don’t say a word.” She told you flatly as her knuckles turned white from her grip on the steering wheel. You knew you were in deep trouble then. You had broken a rule right there. Speaking without being spoken to. As you pulled up to your house you tried to open your door but Natasha stopped you. 

“I want you on the bed undressed by the time I get in there. You have five minutes, I suggest you move quickly.” She then unlocked the car door giving you your queue to run. You unlocked the front door and made it upstairs in record time. Sliding your heels off as you went and pulling the dress off your body as you entered the threshold of your room. 

You laid down and waited. It didn’t take long for your girlfriend to enter the bedroom. She looked at you on the bed and shook her head at you mockingly. She came up to the head of the bed and pulled something from behind her back. Your eyes dropped to her hands and then widened as you saw what she had. 

The belt she had been wearing and a blind fold were laid out in her palms. You looked at them hesitantly and then back up at her. She cocked her head to the side, a silent question on if you were ready to continue. You nodded your head reassuringly and then she was moving. 

She tied your hands above your head to the headboard before slipping the blind fold over your eyes. You shuddered as her fingers lazily drew a line from between your breasts to your already slicked up cunt. But she stopped for a moment. Pulling her hand away and just stood there admiring you. 

You squirmed under her gaze even if you couldn’t see it. The feeling of being on display making you hyper aware of all the small noises around you. You could hear her shuffling around the room. Clothes seemed to hit the floor and then a familiar noise filled the air. Your body buzzed at the anticipation of what came along with the sound of the silk and leather. 

“I want you to be a good girl for me. I don’t know what’s gotten into you tonight but I don’t appreciate the brattiness you displayed around my friends.” Her voice came out steady and calm as she drew a circle around your navel. 

“Do you remember your rules?” She asked you. You nodded your head in reply, breaking a rule in the process. When she asked you a question you were expected to reply with your words. 

“Seems like you don't, you've already broken two of them tonight.” She said before pinching one of your nipples between her fingers harshly. You let out a tiny scream at the sensation. Rutting your hips in the air as your slick started to coat your thighs. 

“I’ll ask again, do you remember your rules?” She said squeezing your nipple again. 

“Yes, ma’am.” You replied this time your voice wavering around the words. 

“Good girl. Since you broke two of them you get two punishments tonight though.” Her other hand came up to lightly smack your cheek causing your head to rock to the side facing her body. 

“What do you say?” She asked as her hand squeezed your cheeks. 

“Please.” The desperate whine came out before you opened your mouth expectantly. She quickly shoved the silicone dildo into your mouth and you groaned around it. One of your favorite things she used on you was the dark purple strap on. You swirled your tongue around it eagerly as she slid a hand between your thighs. 

“So wet for me already.” She tsked as her finger ran through your folds gathering the slick pooled between them on her digits. She pulled them away as your hips jerked towards her hand. You craved the release you knew her fingers could bring you. You heard her let out a muffled moan and then a loud pop rang through the room. You assumed she had sucked her fingers clean. 

The thought quickly left your mind as she thrust her hips forward and hit the back of your throat making you moan. Tears welled into your eyes as she pulled out and pushed back in a couple of times. Her finger slipped back into your folds and she circled your clit. The motion was slow and precise. It had your climax building almost immediately. Having been so long since she had touched you your body reacted desperately. 

Just as you reached the point of climax she pulled her hand back. You whined pathetically around the purple object in your mouth. She stilled her movements as she heard the noise. You tried to move your head but she pulled out. 

“That was only one punishment and you’re already this whiny. What am I gonna do with you?” She spat out at you before laying a slap on your breast. You whined again as the welt started to form. 

“Please.” Came out of your mouth as you pouted your lips. Hoping she would show you some mercy if you asked nicely. 

“No.” Was her only reply. You felt her at your feet, hands wrapped around your ankles. Your body came to a complete stop. You waited with baited breath to see what she was going to do. She rubbed a few soothing circles into your ankles before prying your legs apart. 

“Safe word?” She asked you.

“Hangman.” you rasped out. It was the one word you had both agreed would cause an immediate halt if needed. The name would be an instant mood killer for both of you.

"You're gonna be so sore tomorrow." She spoke as she crawled onto the bed. She didn’t give you a warning as she slipped the cock shaped object into your entrance. You tried to move away as the feeling burned. 

“Be fucking good and stop fucking moving.” She held you down by your hips hissing at you. Your mouth fell open when she rolled her hips. The cold leather material of the strap rubbed against your clit roughly. 

Your eyes rolled back as she quickened her pace. You heard her moan and you desperately wanted to see what she was doing to herself. There were occasions where she would play with her nipples, using her fingers or clamps. Then there were occasions that she’d be slipping her fingers or a toy into her ass as she fucked you. You guessed it was the latter as one of her hands pushed on your hip and the other came up to wrap around your throat. 

“You look so beautiful with my hand wrapped around your neck.” she whispered into your ear before nipping at the lobe, her hand lightly squeezing its place on your neck. 

“Oh fuck.” You moaned out clenching around the toy inside your cunt. She continued to move her hips. Quickening the pace as her orgasm neared its edge. But then she was stilling, right as the both of you were going to tumble into pleasure. You struggled to pull your hands out of the belt when she slipped out of you. The empty feeling making you cry, tears sliding down your cheeks silently. 

“It’s okay, good girl. That was the end of the punishment. I’m gonna make you feel good now.” Her hands flipped your body over awkwardly. She pulled your hips up into the air causing your head to push into the mattress since you didn’t have your hands to hold you up. 

She ran the tip of the dildo through your dripping folds. Slapping the head against your clit a couple times. You hissed at the feeling of the over sensitive nub being further abused. She slowly slipped into you this time. Taking her time to fully sheath inside you. As she bottomed out she laid a loud smack onto your ass jerking you forward. 

“Please, Nat, please. I need you to make me feel good.” You begged her. 

“I got you.” She shushed you as her hips started moving. She slowly moved in and out hitting that sweet spot inside you everytime. You whined as your legs started shaking. She pushed you down so you were laying flat on your stomach. Then she was bending over you kissing your shoulders and whispering into your ear. 

“Such a good girl, taking me so well.” She praised you. You didn’t have enough brain cells left to say anything so you just let out a muffled grunt. Your stomach started to tighten as the feeling of your orgasm came back quickly. 

“You can cum now.” And you did, squeezing around the purple dildo. A sob broke out of your chest as you finally got the release you had been searching for for weeks. She came shortly after you, moaning your name in your ear as she did. 

“I’ll be right back babe.” She slipped out of you and left the room. She came back after only a couple of minutes and removed the blind fold and belt. She gently rubbed some aquaphor onto your wrists soothing the marks left there by the leather of the belt. Then she worked on rubbing a warm rag between your legs cleaning up the mess you had made. 

“Don’t go to sleep yet, gotta get you to the bathroom.” You hadn’t even realized your eyes had slipped shut until the words hit your ears. You hummed as you nuzzled into your pillow. She carefully gathered you into her arms before she was walking you to the bathroom. 

She set you down on the toilet letting you go to the bathroom while she grabbed a glass of water for you. You were done when she slipped back into the small room, standing by the sink on shaky legs. She handed you the water and you greedily chugged it down. Handing you your toothbrush she worked on brushing her own. 

She helped you back to your room before slipping you under the covers. She slid in behind you wrapping her body around yours. Right as your eyes slipped shut she kissed the back of your head and whispered her love for you. You replied by pushing back against her and then you were slipping into a bliss filled sleep.

A/N: Happy Woman Crush Wednesday! Holy fuck was this hot. Thank you so fucking much for this request @sylviebell. Also happy woman crush wednesday!

Tags(open): @wkndwlff @eternallyvenus @loving-and-dreaming @princess76179

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[nejibaby]

Stars

Pairing: Hyuga Neji x Reader

Description: Just good-natured bickering with Neji.

Word Count: 1.0k

You have to admit that covering Hyuga Neji’s eyes with your hands as you lead him to a “secret place” isn’t the brightest idea you have. Truth is your ingenious idea only involved taking him out to look at the stars without any interruption from the Hokage. Anything immediately outside that idea, well, you’ve decided to just wing it.

“Don’t peek!” You tell him. “I know this is a futile attempt at blocking your vision, but I have a surprise!”

“I will not peek,” Neji states. “However, I do hope you’re not going to put us in trouble again with this stunt.”

You gasp (rather scandalously — at least by Neji’s standards), feigning offense. “You’re writing me off as a troublemaker when I’m clearly not one.”

“But you aren’t exactly an angel either.”

There’s a playful lilt in Neji’s voice; it’s a tone that’s quite foreign to other people. Not to you though. Somehow, someway, you’ve managed to make Neji enjoy good-natured bickering.

“You’re so mean!” you huff. “The next time I get to see a rock, I’m bringing you to that direction so you’d trip, and then I’d be laughing at your misfortune.”

That’s a lie. You already cleared out the way beforehand to avoid that. Leaves, rocks, and branches, you got rid of them for this. For him. But Neji doesn’t need to know that.

“I trust that you wouldn’t do that.”

That’s a nice thing to say, you think. But what comes out of your mouth is “So you trust me. The great Hyuga Neji trusts me, even if he calls me a troublemaker.”

“I never said you were a troublemaker.”

“But you implied I was!”

“And yes, I do trust you.”

Neji is an honest man. On a day to day basis, outside of his ninja duties, he tells the truth. So you know with every fiber of your being that he isn’t lying. And that’s enough to derail your mind from the topic on hand. And maybe even make your heart skip a beat.

“Thank you,” you mumble.

With you behind him, you don’t get to witness the smile that forms on the corners of his mouth.

Neji isn’t sure why he fell in love with you in the first place. But he supposes that the chaos you bring perfectly balances out his simplistic ways, and perhaps that’s enough reason.

“We’re here,” you announce breathlessly. “Don’t open your eyes until I tell you so.”

Neji senses your presence in front of him and he hears occasional shuffling, and while he’s curious as to what you’re doing, he refrains himself from asking.

Moments later he feels you cup his cheeks and he doesn’t want to admit it, but his receptors interpret your touch as pleasant.

For a moment he thinks you’re going in for a kiss — or maybe it’s just him subconsciously wanting a kiss from you — either way, this doesn’t happen. And you prove to him once again that you’re unpredictable when you tilt his head back slightly.

“You can open your eyes now.”

He feels your chakra burst with excitement before it settles back to normal. And when he does as you say, he sees the reason why.

Up above there’s a hundred stars twinkling in the night sky. Only then does he realize that you’ve taken him away from the bustling streets of Konoha. It’s peaceful in a way. Just how Neji likes it.

You and him in your own little bubble, bare of the duties and responsibilities of a shinobi. This is what Neji lives for. Tranquil, tiny moments akin to this.

Unlike you, however, Neji is much better at keeping his emotions at bay. No gasps, no bursts of chakra, and no change in his facial expression, even if what he actually feels at this moment is contentment.

So when you observe him, you’re a little bit disappointed by his lackluster reaction.

And because you’re like an open book to Neji, he knows this way before you open your mouth to rant, all because he feels the spike in your chakra, hissing and crackling, bright and burning of anger, although you try to keep it contained. From the corner of his eye, he notices you visibly deflate.

“What’s the matter, love?” He asks without tearing his gaze away from the sky.

“Well…”

Neji hears a sigh come out of you. He senses your chakra fizzle back to its baseline. And then all of a sudden you’re pulling him down to the mat you’ve laid down beforehand. “Your neck will hurt if you keep looking up like that,” you mumble while pushing him down to rest his head against your legs.

This time, it’s you he’s staring at, although you avoid his gaze. He waits and waits until you’re ready to talk. And when you do, you say, “It’s just that… I had this brilliant idea to take you out here to gaze at the stars. I’ve heard from the villagers that this would be the perfect day for it and so I arranged all this. I took up missions that were supposed to be assigned to you and,” you chuckle halfheartedly, “and I might have even made a barrier just for this. But looking back, maybe I should have asked what you wanted to do instead of assuming that—”

“Don’t get me wrong,” he interrupts you.

“Huh?”

He looks up at the sky and repeats, “Don’t get me wrong. This is nice. The stars look nice, pretty even. But,” Neji pauses — a habit he does when he’s collecting his thoughts, “But even the stars would look dull when I’ve been exposed to something as mesmerizing as you.”

Neji is an honest man. On a day to day basis, outside of his ninja duties, he tells the truth. So you know with every fiber of your being that he isn’t lying. Even though his words might be a little too unbelievable for you, this is his truth. And him saying this with so much conviction just solidifies that fact.

And this time you have to admit that his proclamation made your heart skip a beat.

a/n: i haven’t written for him in forever 😫 i miss him so much 🥲

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[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - I’m Bored & Conflicted

Dec 2022 Wk 2

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying the most.

Ongoing Series - Thai

My School President (Fri YT) 3 of 10 - Honestly Tinn acts and talks like the voice inside of Sarawat’s head (from 2gether), I’ve never seen a bigger simp. The private tutoring was a good idea (Tiew is another one up for best wingman of the year). The way Tinn keeps getting accidentally defeated in his attempts at flirting is fun, and I love how they keep teasing us with tropes and then flipping or subverting them. GMMTV is being clever with audience expectations around the history of Thai BL and I love that. Also finally Gun is starting to feel something back... we enter phase two of a HSBL - moot pining but they both idiots. YES! 

Never Let Me Go (Tues YT) 1 of 12 - GMMTV’s answer to KinnPorsche this is (mafia lite?) spoiled prince + attack dog (whipping boy + bodyguard) suspense BL that’s actually a lot more like Golden Blood. It’s a pleasure to see PondPhuwin in something that’s not FUTS. Jojo (3 Will Be Free) is directing and daddy got himself a bouncing baby drone! We got a very dramatic opening with Paa shot on 18th bday. Puwin’s English is v good. Who knew? And Pond is v good at portraying insta-crush on poor little rich boy and I am not mad about any of it. IT’S GREAT. 

Between Us (Sun iQIYI) 6 of 12 - I still like WinTeam but I’m beginning to get annoyed by how many couples there are (5!) and how many of them were (DeanPharm) or are (BeePrince) in an entirely different show tonally. I understand they needed to pad-out this story, but they shouldn’t have, they should have just given us a shorter show. WATCH ALONG HERE.

609 Bedtime Story (Fri WeTV) 4 of 11 - We are finally getting Dew’s side of the story! And… its kinda dull. 

Remember Me (Sun Gaga) 10 of 12 - So Name is talking now? And they put Ja in a wig too? Did UWMA teach us nothing? Now I’m just annoyed with this show. Some more marriage equality schilling, because Thai BL has an axe to grind these days. Good luck boys! 

I Will Knock You (Fri Gaga) 5 of 12 - Honestly, the costumes in this show are insane and I also kind of like them in an odd way. There’s a Grease thing going on, and thus I keep expecting them to break into song (and being grateful that they don’t). The wardrobe is like the plot and the acting: loud and obvious and not very good but weirdly entertaining. Do I like it? Not really. Am I still watching it? Apparently. 

Ai Long Nhai (Mon iQIYI) 12fin - Yes, Ai did use particles to claim Nhai again. Jealous boy. Honestly, this was kind of an epically boring final ep. 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

My Tooth Your Love (Taiwan Fri Viki) 11 of 12 - They are so stinking cute together. They also now have all the matching jewelry (not taken by MarkKit). This was a quintessentially them episode 11 of doom, in that they were parted because of communication issues and a maturing relationship occupied by immature characters. Still the leads were apart for most of the episode and that made it a lot less interesting as an episode.

Oh! My Assistant (Korea Thurs Viki) 5-6 of 8 - Kisses and separation! As drama llama episodes go, the reasoning is typically flawed and manufactured, but after watching Why R U? anything goes in an ep 11 (or its equivalent). So I’m still enjoying this show a lot. I don’t need my panicking gay boys and confused bisexuals to behave logically, certainly not in a KBL.

Candy Color Paradox AKA Ameiro Paradox (Japan Fri Gaga) 1 of 8 - A stakeout throws reporter Onoe together with photographer Kaburagi. Kaburagi's haphazard work style and player personality go against Onoe’s ethics. Yet, in joint pursuit of a scandal, these opposites attract move from enemies to lovers. Adapted from manga Ameiro Paradox by Natsume Isaku. Oh no! Our reporter is an unbelievably adorable pouty baby. Also big-ish cast and high production values in a BL, even for Japan. Even though it’s only been a little while since the last JBL, it’s such a pleasure to have one on my watchlist again! And the love interest is a big time flirty player. Very cliché (I still hold that the actor playing him looks like First of JaFirst). This is a lot more serious and a lot less slapstick than I was expecting, and I’m enjoying it because of that. But because it is serious, and this is Japan, we now cannot expect it to end happily. If you or someone who can wait, or likes to binge, and is very invested in an HEA you might want to consider holding off on this one. 

The Director Who Buys Me Dinner (Korea Thurs iQIYI) 1-2 of 10 - A new employee whose director claims to have lived 300 years and insists that they have to date (eat, hug & kiss) if baby doesn't want to die. Office, fated mates, and that’s kinda my jam. I’m always annoyed when I really like a show that’s on iQIYI or WeTV. Sigh. But I really like this show, it has a lot of Japanese elements to it not the least of which is the office setting, but also the personality of the uke character. Hilarious to watch Korea deal with a plot that requires physical contact. It’s weird, but I like it, it’s also extremely short. Like shorter than most KBLs even. Each app is so padded there ultimately less than 10 minutes long (which is why is is 10 esp rather than the usually KBL 8, it’s gonna end up the same length in the end).

Choco Milk Shake (Korea Strongberry Tues YT) 11fin - airs Dec 20th

Happy Ending Romance (Korea Thurs Gaga & Viki) 7-8fin - I actually LOVED the ending, very hinting at poly, and mature. But this show ended up not really being a BL, no tropes and not really a romance either. 

It’s Airing But I’m Not Watching It

War of Y (Thai Gaga) 20 eps - it’s just all too much for me.

2 Moons 3 (Thai) 10 eps - Possibly a future binge watch. Rumor is it’s banal.

Love Bill  (Vietnam Sat YT) - Bah Vinh is back but I’m too distracted. Also there’s a lot of fund raising stuff going on. I’ll wait and binge.

The Star Always Follow You (Vietnam YT) - same Team RL peeps we have seen before (Sunshine, Stupid)

Till the World Ends (Thai YT) 10 eps - ?

Why You... Y Me? (Thai Weds YT) 10 eps - It's not primarily a BL, but another meta show about BL shipping, with side BLs. @heretherebedork is watching it, ask them about it.

Ended This Week

Happy Ending Romance 

In this series, all the gay boys romantically behave like lesbians and professionally like straight dudes. It’s... odd. As a BL it kinda isn’t (sorry to say), there’s no tropes dropped and no real romance beats. This is about ego and dishonesty and pride and there is an elegance to the plot. Which is essentially the idea that possession is not love, and therefore, both men who love the Writer have to prove their love by letting him go. Honestly, I’m not sure how to rate this show. This is a blog about BL and this wasn’t it. 8/10 RECOMMENDED (but not if BL is what you’re after). Full review.

Ai Long Nhai 

Look this show was just a typical Thai BL university pulp about a confident gay and a clueless manic pixie dream boy. It had potential, chemistry, and earnestness going for it, but no plot and not enough side dishes. In the end, it was boring and you know I always rate boring lower than hot messes (because at least the hot mess TRIED). Still, Ai Long Nhai is better than your average Thai BL pulp, nothing happens but at least the nothing mostly shirtless, the gay dads are the BEST, which is about all I can say for it. 6/10 WORTH WATCHING BUT FLAWED

In Case You Missed It

With the help of @isisanna-blog, here’s a cobbled together a Domundi line up (peeps behind Cutie Pie) for 2023 Thai BL. Lots of established pairs and it looks good if they can actually make them all, includes beautiful historicals, paranormal, other high concepts, and a royalty bodyguard romance (knight/prince) with ZeeNew! 

Next Week Looks Like This:

Still coming:

Dec 21 - The New Employee AKA The New Recruit AKA Shinib Sawo from Korea, (prob Gaga or Viki) - From WATCHA (Semantic Error) virginal Seung Hyun scores the office internship of his dreams but on his first day at work he gets into it with his cool reserved boss. As you do. Stars Moon Ji Yong (Once Again). Based on Moscareto's web novel of the same name, directed by openly gay & queer activist Kim Jho Gwang Soo (Just Friends?). 

Dec 28 - H5: Love in the Future from Taiwan (prob Gaga or Viki) - A cheerful and energetic student from 2000 travels to the future (2022), works as a deliveryman, and meets his first customer, an heir with a domineering personality. Directed by Nancy Chen (HIStory 4, Papa & Daddy).

I’m working on my end of year wrap ups, trends lists, and BL stats reported. Let me know in a comment if there is any specifically you want to know of have deep feels about. 

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

Beautiful pining work you’re doing there, Palm. Yearn, baby, yearn. (Never Let Me Go)

Fated mates, always a favorite of mine. (The Director who Buys Me Dinner)

GMMTV got itself a drone. Not sure how I feel about this. 

Games is my spirit animal (609 Bedtime Story) 

(last week)

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[ladytauria]

I've been following your AO3 before I found your Tumblr, I loved your Sub Alpha Jason and Dom Omega Tim fics and I just adore all your Jaytim fics 💙💙💙

awww you’re so sweet <3 i’m so glad you enjoy my fics!!

i actually have. most of a long sequel written for the dom!omega verse fic <333 i shared part of a snippet here, though i’ve expanded that part a little xD

have another one~ this is from a little earlier in the fic:

It’s not the first time Tim’s been hit on while they’re out. Probably won’t be the last, either. Jason isn’t normally bothered by it. He might get a little territorial—throw his arm around Tim’s shoulders, raise his brows like he’s daring them to keep trying, but. It’s not a big deal to him. Mostly because he knows what those alpha want—and it’s not Tim, no matter what they think. They want a sweet, submissive little thing, not an omega who wants to bring them to their knees, and is more than capable of doing it.

But this alpha—

There’s something about him that has Jason’s hackles raising.

It’s the subtle turn of his head; the way it exposes his neck without calling attention to it. The way his body seems to—fold, toward Tim’s. A subtle sort of submissiveness you usually see in omega flirting with alpha, not the other way around.

Combine that with the way he’s shorter, smaller than Jason, his muscles less defined, it—

His belly twists.

He takes a deep, centering breath, and approaches, careful not to rush. “Hey, baby,” he says, mouth corners quirking up into a smile. It’s only a little forced. “Thanks for watchin’ my drink.”

The way Tim brightens at the sight of him, all of his attention switching to Jason, as if the other alpha isn’t even there— He’s ashamed to admit the way it comforts him a little; soothing the terrible thing coiling in his chest. Tim passes him his water, and he kisses Tim’s temple as he takes it, settling his arm around his shoulders.

He resists the urge to pull him into his side. To growl, bare his teeth. Tim won’t appreciate that kind of stupid alpha dominance shit, and Jason— Jason doesn’t want to give him any reasons to be upset with him.

He can’t resist cutting a cool look at the alpha, though.

“Like I was saying,” Tim says, a wonderful note of satisfaction in his voice, pressing up against Jason’s side all on his own. “I’m with someone.”

The alpha looks Jason up and down; the slow drag of his gaze flaying Jason open. He looks at Tim again, one brow raised as if to ask, Seriously? Aloud, he says, “Right, well.” He slides a napkin across the bar. “If that doesn’t work out—give me a call, won’t you?” With a wink, he slips back into the crowd.

Jason takes a sip of his water. His hands don’t shake. His scent doesn’t shift, but he locks it down anyway. He ignores the way his chest feels tight; the way he feels like he’s just been assessed and found wanting.

It doesn’t matter what that alpha thinks. It doesn’t matter what anyone thinks, except Tim.

But—

Jason can’t help but compare them, still. That easy, automatic submission. How much less challenging it would be for Tim to move him around, the way he could overpower him without strain. He’d be a much easier sub than Jason. Prettier, too—he bets that alpha isn’t a gnarled mess of scars and blemishes. Doubts he’s carrying a minefield of trauma, either, bets Tim wouldn't have to worry so much about triggering him by accident.

The accent, or what Jason caught of it, was different, too; more Upper Gotham. It’d be less of a scandal, for Tim to be seen with him. Maybe not even a scandal at all, with how clean cut he looked.

No complicated history, either.

Just—

All-in-all easier and better suited for an omega like Tim than Jason is, or ever could have been.

Tim mutters something Jason doesn’t catch, taking the napkin with the alpha’s phone number and tearing it to tiny little pieces. The sight makes Jason feel better—but only just. Tim drains the rest of his water, and then steps closer into Jason’s space, turning so his front is pressed against him. His arms twine around Jason’s neck; fingers playing with the short curls at the base of his skull.

“Take me home,” he says, looking up at Jason, glossy lips shaping the words.

#lovely anons #sweet comments #asks and answers #tauriawritesfanfic #domomega verse #jaytim

[jackwolfes]

Wesper // Six of Crows // 753 words // E rated @kinktober2023 Day 9: Glory Hole

[all kinktober fills]

Jesper has his hand in Wylan’s hair. 

The young mercher is on his — fourth? fifth? Jesper lost track — cock of the evening, and doesn’t seem eager to stop. That’s more than fine with Jesper. He is hard in his trousers and fucking loving it, watching his boyfriend take, and take, and take. There’s something about being here, in this scandalous little den of sin in a tired tucked away alley off the West Stave, watching his boyfriend suck cock after cock barely caring what Jesper is doing. 

What Jesper is doing is guiding him. He has his hand in Wylan’s hair, fingers curled through the red strands, not pushing exactly but directing. Encouraging Wylan to take each cock a little deeper, keeping up a steady rhythm. Deciding whether Wylan is allowed to swallow, or whether he takes the result of his labour on the curve of his soft face. More often than not, Jesper has generously allowed Wylan the latter.

The room they’re in is small and cramped, barely big enough to fit both of them — but it does fit both of them. Jesper is actually really glad that it fits both of them because it is an utter gift and privilege to be able to watch Wylan do this. To be able to help, well, he isn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. But watching.

He stares at the wide stretch of Wylan’s lips around a stranger’s cock, absently wondering if he could poke his finger in the corner and stretch it wider. Wylan wouldn’t stop him. Tonight, Wylan is taking his every lead. The mess on his face is proof enough of that.

Jesper’s fingers twitch in Wylan’s hair, scraping absently against his scalp. It makes Wylan hum, which in turn makes the person on the other side of the wall choke back a moan. Jesper wants to chuckle, but he’s a bit too awed. He hears heavy breathing and frantic swearing, which is his cue to tighten his grip in his lover’s curls and move his head a tiny bit faster.

Much like he has been all evening, Wylan makes a quiet little choking noise. Drool and spit pools at the corner of his lips, dripping down his chin. He raises a hand and sets it on the wall to steady himself, eyelids fluttering shut as he allows Jesper to move his head faster. When he inhales through his nose he does so in sharp bursts, so debauched that Jesper nearly loses his footing. 

“Shit,” their friend in the other room swears, “I’m— I’m—!”

And this time Jesper thinks Wylan deserves a little change. He grabs tight to Wylan’s curls and pushes him to the root, holding him there and relishing the sound of him crying out in surprise but not moving. Their partner makes a fractured noise — Jesper assumes that it’s the feeling of their head slipping just barely into Wylan’s throat — and Wylan lets out a perfectly delectable sob. The hand he placed on the wall clenches into a fist, trembling in much the way the rest of his body is trembling. 

With a near silent curse, the cock Wylan had in his throat pulls free — although there isn’t an immediate replacement. Jesper uses that opportunity to sink down to his knees, peppering kisses on the back of Wylan’s head, the curve of his brow, the side of his cheek not too messy just yet. He drinks in the dazed look in his lover’s eyes, wishing he had the words to explain how much of a good time he’s having. 

“To think,” he whispers, “that none of them know you’re on the Council making the laws around here.”

Wylan cracks a grin, seeming utterly pleased with himself. “No,” he croaks, voice raspy and weak, “they don’t.” 

Carefully, Jesper reaches down to fondle Wylan’s cock, stroking him through the tented fabric of his tight trousers. Wylan gasps, sound choked in his throat, as his body tenses. It won’t be enough to push him over the edge yet, but they’re getting closer. A part of Jesper wants to see if Wylan can come untouched before the night is up. Another part of him wants to kneel down in the middle of their next guest’s turn and stroke Wylan off so he comes gagged on another person’s cock. Either way the air is fresh with opportunity, and Jesper smiles. He kisses Wylan’s temple again. 

“Chin up, love,” he says. “I think we have another friend on the way.”

#wont lie lads this is one of the smuttier ones #wesper #soc #crooked kingdom #six of crows #wylan van eck #jesper fahey #sab netflix #kinktober 2023 #dgb does kinktober 2023

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Day 2 of @silmsmutweek

Pairing: Finwë x Indis | Location: Tirion upon Túna

Themes: Smut (subtle)

Warnings: Tender sex | First Time | Kissing | Foreplay | Oral (fem. receiving) | Hand job (Male receiving) | Penetrative sex | Cream pie

Word count: 2.5k words

Summary: Finwë teaches Indis how to give and receive pleasure during their first time alone as husband and wife.

Rating: 🔥 | Minors DNI | 18+ | You are responsible for the media you consume.

The green hill of Túna had been gilded in the golden light of Laurelin and the silver from the great lamp atop Mindon Eldaliéva when Finwë took Indis to be his wife.

Standing beneath the leaves of Galathilion, they joined hands, recited their vows, and kissed each other chastely before turning to face the rapturous applause that greeted them. The Great Square itself had been decorated especially for the occasion. Garlands of new green leaves and red berries added color to the chilling white of slender columns and terraces and walls. Crystal steps glittered and fountains bubbled away merrily as guests came forth to congratulate the newlywed couple.

Finwë searched the growing throng for a glimpse of his son. Fëanor was present, taking great care to move amongst the crowd without being stopped. He dared to glance at his sire, nodding curtly out of respect for the occasion, before making his way around the elves and disappearing into the shadows. Finwë sighed and decided he would talk with his son later. For now, he would set his thoughts on his new wife and the happy occasion at hand.

Indis was radiant in the colors of her noble house. Cloth of gold and white, adorned with lace and tiny jewels and pearls, flowed down her shoulders and pooled around her feet. Her spun gold hair tumbled past her waist and back in soft waves that seemed to gleam with a light all of their own. A golden circlet studded with sapphires sat amidst her hair. She smiled shyly while kith and kin came to wish her and her husband well in their new life together. She then turned to Finwë and beamed when he offered his arm. It was time for the procession and the feast.

The feast itself was just as glorious as the ceremony, perhaps even more so. Lamps threw out gold and silver light while guests feasted on thick stews and delicate pastries and fresh fruit. Bowls piled high with new berries and olives and figs sat amidst platters of fine white bread and thin herbed wafers. Attendants served pitchers of sweet cider and golden wine and fragrant draught for any guest that had a thirst. Glass goblets and cups clinked even as guests dined and had their fill. Song and laughter mingled while voices rose and fell in the crisp air. After having taken her place on the raised dais, Indis savored as much as she could, but soon found her appetite forsaking her. It was not fear that brought about such a change, but giddy anticipation. Once she and her lord retired from the feast and shielded themselves in the privacy of their shared chambers, they would become husband and wife in every way. She was anxious, for her knowledge of intimate relations was limited to the things she read in books and heard from the scandalous gossip of others. And Finwë was more experienced than she. Indis hoped to not disappoint him.

Finwë, upon seeing his wife toying with her food, leaned over and whispered, "Is anything amiss, my starlight?"

Indis managed a smile for her husband. "Everything is as it should be," she said, before adding, "I am…filled with thoughts about what is to come after this."

Finwë reached out and took her hand. "As am I," he said, and gave it a gentle squeeze. "But there is no cause for you to worry. I give you my word on this."

Somewhat reassured, Indis turned her attention back to the feast, relishing the warmth of her husband’s hand over hers. Finwë never let go, not unless he had to rise and greet another guest. When the feasting had finished and the dancing began, he offered his arm again.

Everything was like a beautiful dream after that. Minstrels fluted and drummed and trumpeted and sang while revelers danced rounds around the courtyard. Finwë was the soul of attentiveness, leaving his wife’s side only when he had no choice but to do so. He led her in all the dances, his feet as light as air and his touch exceedingly gentle. It was as gentle as the first day he called on her after the Valar had passed their decree, allowing him to marry again. Indis remembered the news and how her heart overflowed with joy. It overflowed with joy even now. For more years than she could count, she had admired Finwë from afar, wondering if they would ever be together. Now they were bound to each other by oath in the sight of Eru and the elves. They danced and sang and laughed, and Indis struggled to hide her mirth when guests deep in their cups shouted bawdy but well-meaning jests. Oh, her cheeks reddened; it was true, but it was from the flush of happiness instead of shame. She continued to dance. Once she finished a turn with her husband, she had a turn with her father, her cousins, and her dear friends. When she was back dancing with her new husband, the music ended, and the dancing slowly came to an end.

A flash of heat crept up her throat while she said her farewells, for the time had come for her and her husband to consummate their vows. Finwë led her around guests and through the courtyard, past the white columns and cool arcades and beautiful gardens and lofty halls with their high ceilings, before reaching a tower set aside for their own particular use. From here, Finwë led his new wife up winding stairways to an airy bedchamber with magnificent views of the city, verdant lands, and the sea beyond all of it. The light of Laurelin waned and mingled with the light of Telperion. The world soon looked like it had been shrouded in a veil of silver. It took Indis’s breath away.

Finwë appearing by her shoulder with a goblet of water, caught her attention. "My thanks," she said, before accepting the drink and studying him discretely.

Her husband was everything an elven king ought to be—tall and proud, and garbed in the finest raiments she had ever seen. His thick black hair had been pulled and teased into a coil at the back of his head. His eyes shimmered like blue lamps, beckoning her to him like a moth to a flame. Indis smiled, her eyes communicating her feelings. She set her goblet down on a little table and pulled the curtains together.

"I am ready," she decided.

"And I will guide you." Finwë took her hand again, this time to lead her to their marriage bed. Red petals had been strewn over soft pelts and softer sheets. Indis barely had time to run her hand over the featherbed before Finwë slipped his arms around her waist and drew her to him.

His kiss was light and long and warm, and it left her short of breath. Indis leaned into him, her mouth parting for his tongue. Finwë sighed softly, his deft and practiced hands making quick work of the clasps and laces on her dress. He took great care not to go too fast and frighten her. When her gown finally loosened, he withdrew and rested his forehead against hers.

"May I?" he said, and smiled when Indis nodded.

Velvet and lace rustled when he tugged her dress up to her waist and then her arms. Slips and stays were next. Finwë then sat on his haunches, lifting her feet one at a time so he could remove her doeskin slippers. Indis moaned in a needy way when his hands glided up her calves and the soft pads of his tapered fingers traced lines all over her skin. Goosebumps prickled and rose when his hot breath danced over her thighs. Finwë took his time to savor every moment. Ever since the passing of Miriel, he had grieved, his loneliness and lack of joy simply growing and growing until he had seen Indis upon the inner slopes of Oiolossë. His heart had filled with hope and love again, and now, with the pledging of vows, Indis was finally his.

With the last of her garments disposed of, Indis stood before her husband, utterly exposed. When Finwë pressed a kiss against her belly and rose to his feet, she felt a wave of boldness wash over her, one that made her reach out and undo the clasps and sashes of his robes. Finwë stood still, giggling with her when she fumbled. It was as if her fingers had all turned into bumbling thumbs. Tunic and boots and breeches joined the growing pile on the marble floor. Indis reached back and began to undo the coil that kept up his hair. It took a while, but with his guidance, his hair soon spilled free like ink. Indis turned away, heat blooming in her cheeks, when Finwë stood before her, naked.

"Look at me," he insisted.

Indis did so slowly and hesitantly. Finwë came closer, running his hands all over her arms, her glorious hair, smiling when he witnessed fresh color bloom in her cheeks. He ran his thumb over her lips before groaning softly, sliding his arms around her, and kissing her again, this time with heat and passion. This time Finwë kissed her long and hard and deep, leaving her breathless and making her unravel against him. Indis grew bolder still, exploring the expanse of her husband’s body with her hands. The muscles quivering beneath her palms, the hair that slipped around her fingers like silk—it was all a marvel to her. Her hands went lower still, and Finwë gasped under his breath when she grasped that rigid part of him. The warmth of her touch was enough to feed the fire already growing in his belly. He placed his hand over hers and said, "Here, starlight. Like this."

Indis was overcome with silent wonder while her husband showed her how he liked to be touched. She had been afraid it would be hard, but Finwë showed it was incredibly easy. She stroked unceasingly, whimpering when his free arm slid around her and drew her even closer. She looked at him and saw with her own eyes how pleasure and yearning flashed in his own. Finwë continued to guide her, moaning against her hair when her tempo slowly morphed into a merciless rhythm. His eyes closed and his breath quickened. His chest started to heave while need lashed at him like new coils. He leaned forward and kissed Indis on the mouth, gently pulling her hand away when his release drew near. He led her to their bed and had her sit down on the edge of it.

Indis wondered what her husband would do next. When Finwë gracefully sank to his knees before her, she understood what he was going to do. Finwë grinned wickedly when his wife parted her legs for him of her own accord.

"I have heard about this act," Indis confessed. "And read about it. Is that bad?"

"No," Finwë replied. "It is not. Forewarned is forearmed, so the others say. Are you ready?"

When Indis smiled and assented, Finwë dipped his head, eager to taste. The sharp intake of breath that ripped through his wife was like sweet music to his ears. The taste of her arousal was sweet against his tongue. He grunted each time he ran his tongue over her folds, his fingers digging into her pale thighs when she moaned and started to roll her hips. Indis grabbed onto the sheets, her nails nearly tearing at the soft fabric when her husband flicked his tongue against her pearl. She could feel her arousal seeping out of her while Finwë feasted like an elf half-starved. The obscene sounds of his grunts only heightened her bliss, and made the muscles in her belly coil and tighten. When she threw her head back and whispered, "So close," Finwë drew away.

"There is more," he said, rising and pushing her onto her back. "Move a little higher, starlight."

Indis moved her way higher up the featherbed. Finwë inched his way over her, kissing her thighs and her belly and the soft swell of her breasts. Indis felt no shame, only pride, when fresh need filled her husband’s darkened eyes. Her legs parted again, this time resting over Finwë’s hips.

"Did the books you read tell you about this?" Finwë questioned. He rubbed his tip against her entrance, entering her with shallow thrusts to prepare her.

"They did," Indis mewled desperately. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine how wonderful it felt to have her husband inside of her. "But… but I suppose reading is not the same as experiencing it in the flesh."

"Indeed," Finwë agreed. "You can grab on to me, starlight. You will not hurt me."

Nails dug into his back when he plunged, slowly and gently, to greater depths. Finwë moaned again, this time when his wife sheathed him in her warmth. He kept still, letting her grow used to him being inside of her. Indis squirmed at first. It was uncomfortable and a little painful, but then Finwë urged her to take deep breaths in time with his. With each new breath she took, the discomfort and pain ebbed away, and a slow, creeping pleasure took its place. Indis no longer wanted her husband to stay still. She wanted him to move and begged wantonly for it.

Far be it from Finwë to deny his bride. Locked in each other’s embrace, they kissed each other and whispered sweet words of endearment even as they lost themselves in each other’s flesh. Indis unraveled even more than she thought possible, this time when languid, rocking motions sent jolts of fire shooting up her spine. It was too much. Finwë dipping his head and sucking down on the flesh of her throat was too much. The mark his teeth left on his skin was too much. The way he filled her, completely and deeply, was too much. She reared up and kissed him, moaning into his mouth as he brought them both closer to the edge. Her hands fisted in his hair. His arms pulled her into his embrace. Shockwaves gripped her entire body while her vision blurred and the world seemed to darken in her eyes.

"Faster, my lord," she pleaded, so close was she to falling apart. There, my lord. Right there. Oh…"  

One final thrust was all it took. One last, deep, final thrust, and Indis cried out, as if her body had been a spring that had coiled tightly before it snapped. Time itself seemed to slow down. So consumed was she in the fiery maelstrom that had enveloped her that she barely heard Finwë choke out a sob while a warm torrent of his spend filled her.

Indis’s breath was still ragged and shallow when she finally opened her eyes. She found Finwë hovering over her, his arms trembling from the exertion. The kiss that followed was filled with warmth and tenderness instead of fire and passion. Indis pressed her hand over his chest, just to feel his heart beating.

"Will there be more?" She asked hopefully.

Finwë chuckled before pulling out of her and slumping to her side. "Yes," he promised. "But after we had rested a little while."

Tags: @cilil

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