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violetrainbow412-blog · 5 months

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A fair payment [W. W.]

Willy Wonka x fem!reader

word count: 1.5k

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some minor Wonka spoilers I guess! If you like it, tell me in the comments, that will make me happy :)

“Can you mend it?” Willy asked, carefully holding his emerald green jacket that had the sleeve seam torn.

The boy had arrived a couple of weeks ago to turn the world of everyone present in the laundry upside down and, honestly, you were already beginning to enjoy his presence. You looked in the background at the blackboard that Noodle used at night to give him lessons in the hope that he would learn to read because, according to the girl's words, because of that he was almost eaten by a tiger. But in the man's words, what was important was the almost part.

However, tonight he had asked you especially to go to his room, because he had a problem that he thought only you could solve.

“I think so, I just have to pass the needle a couple of times” you smiled.

Since your arrival Mrs. Scrubbit had used your sewing skills for her own benefit, because after all you had ended up in that mess trying to save a little to be able to buy the necessary materials to make a pretty dress that would be worth enough to advance in the business. Although, obviously, that had not been possible.

"Thank you! I'm afraid that's my only jacket."

“It will be ready in no time. I’ll just go to my room and come back, okay?” you said kindly, placing the garment in the boy's lap and earning a sweet smile from the aforementioned.

Just as Willy had his little briefcase for his chocolates, you had your own, full of threads, needles, and buttons, which you just had to grab from the floor to get everything you needed. When you arrived back you settled at the little table and he remained attentive to your every movement, pulling out a chair so he could observe what you were about to do.

“There was a boy on the ship who helped me with these things,” he began to tell you, keeping his curious nose on your shoulder “But I never thought about learning. You know, for when I had to be alone”

“Well, it's lucky you ended up here. We are a curious collection of workers,” you murmured ironically, referring to all the people gathered there against their will by the work of fate "What did you do on the ship?"

"Cook. Mostly sweet things, but I also know a couple of useful non-chocolate-related recipes. I was the chef,” he said, and you laughed at the exaggerated way he pronounced the last bit.

Willy began to tell you about some of the adventures he had had on the high seas and you listened attentively as the tip of the needle went in and out to join the fabric. It only took a few minutes to get his clothes looking like new, taking the liberty of repairing other places that also needed it.

“Put it on,” you asked, trying not to look at him too much when he did so or pay attention to the way the jacket fit him perfectly.

"It is perfect! You can't even tell it was torn, huh?” he said with emotion, feeling with his hands as much as he could. “How much do I owe you?”

“Oh, it's nothing.”

“I insist,” the man murmured. His curly hair bounced across his cheeks as he sat next to you and he lifted his small briefcase off the floor, opening it to reveal all the little bottles of ingredients. “Your talent for mine. It's a fair exchange."

You had to admit that the chocolates you had eaten were a complete delicacy, but a part of you didn't want to get used to that luxury or you knew that when Willy was gone you would miss his sweetness. In the literal and figurative sense.

Locked in that laundry it was impossible to meet many people your age and Noodle was your greatest company, as if he were a little sister to you. But now that he was there, there was a certain happiness in chatting with him, much more now that his ingenious mind had devised a way to get you out of there even if it was just for a few hours to see the light of day and get coins from the sale of the chocolates to free you of the enormous debt to Mrs. Scrubbit.

“What flavor do you want to try today? Do you want me to add some unicorn skin glitter? Rays of sunlight from a twilight on the seashore? Tears of an African crocodile?”

“Just give me something you think I need,” you replied softly.

Willy thought about it for a moment, because it wasn't the kind of answer he would have expected. What was he supposed to give you that night? A little hope? Happiness? Nostalgia? It was difficult to decide.

Through his bright eyes you watched him reflect and just a second later his hands began to work. You noticed there was a hint of mischief in his smile as he poured milk, chocolate, and the contents of a couple of jars into the processor, glancing at you from the corner of his eye from time to time.

“What are you going to do when we get out of here?” he asked suddenly, not neglecting the tasks.

“Working in a sewing workshop, I guess.”

“Why don't you open your own fashion house?” Willy suggested carefreely, as if it were a very easy thing to do, “You are a great dressmaker.”

“And you are a great dreamer”

“It's my best quality,” he exclaimed, almost offended. You waited a moment before answering.

“I just don't think it's that simple. It requires effort, time, and a lot of money…”

“We will have everything,” he interrupted you, with that optimism that characterized him. Suddenly he stopped what he was doing and one of his hands traveled to take yours. “When I open my factory, we will all be able to fulfill our dreams. And you are going to have a fashion house, I promise you.”

“You make a lot of promises,” you responded, blushing.

“And he planned to fulfill them all. I always do it"

Maybe there was something about the softness of his grip on your hand or perhaps the sparkle in his eyes that made you look away out of sheer nervousness. He seemed to be good and innocent, to the point that he probably didn't even realize how close he was to you or how inappropriate the position would be if Noodle ever walked in.

A tap interrupted your moment and then he abruptly pulled away, excited to show you the product he had just made. It was a pretty circular candy that was bright pink and seemed to be emanating smoke from the inside.

"What's that?"

“You'll have to try it to find out,” he murmured, as he extended the treat in your direction.

You had to admit that you were somewhat curious to discover what the man was offering you, so you took it between your fingers carefully, and even under his watchful gaze you took a bite.

At first it tasted like ordinary chocolate, but then it took on a strange tone, which made you feel a certain warmth in your chest that spread to your cheeks. It was a most pleasant feeling, like bubbly joy combined with the embarrassment of a hug.

You thought for a moment about what flavor that could be, without any success, until after a few seconds you realized that it wasn’t a flavor in itself, but a feeling, an experience... Was it love that Willy had given you?

“How does it taste?”

“Yummy,” you responded, covering your mouth so he wouldn’t see the wet chocolate on your tongue, but also to hide your smile “Delicious, actually. What does it contain?”

“A special and secret ingredient”

"Oh, come on! Aren’t you going to tell me?”

“I just want to know if I got it right,” he murmured and you frowned slightly, not understanding him “About what you asked for. Did I give you something you needed?”

You had to bite your lip to keep from smiling again, your cheeks feeling hot from the simple fact that he was looking at you. You thought that this could even be a love potion that you had consumed without thinking about it, just because he was the one who was offering it to you.

“We could say yes”

“We're even, then,” he exclaimed as he waved the sleeve of his jacket and you nodded in amusement, eating the rest of the chocolate he had made for you.

A yawn leaving your lips made you aware of how exhausted you were and although you didn't love the idea, you knew it was time to leave.

“It's late, I should go to sleep before we wake anyone up.”

“Yes, yes, of course,” Willy said quickly, getting up from his seat to accompany you to the exit. “I'll see you tomorrow.”

“Rest,” you said kindly, and, gathering courage, you leaned forward a little to say goodbye with a hug that he gladly returned.

As you walked down the hall to your shabby, damp room, you thought that it probably wouldn't have even taken a love potion to fall for the charms of the pleasant chocolatier. You just needed one of his smiles.

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ghouljams · 8 months

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Fuck me. Dilf!fae!Ghost.

You watch Simon bounce your daughter in his arms, humming to her quietly as he tries to settle her down for her nap. You're busy transferring his t-shirt to the drier after some hefty spitup earlier, and you can't say you're disappointed he hasn't grabbed a new one. He looks good with a baby and some stubble, very parental. Oh my god.

Oh my god he's a fucking dilf. A dilf that you get to f on the regular.

"I'm gonna put 'er down," Simon tells you, his voice low enough not to wake the sleeping infant in his arms. Coincidentally also low enough to make you shiver. You don't know if he notices but you don't care. You have bigger problems, like how did you not notice such a major milestone in your man's life? You have to make him and award, you have to give him a reward.

He kisses your cheek as he brushes past you to the nursery and you can't not fuck him.

When Simon comes out of your daughter's room you are on your knees faster than he can get the door closed. Your fingers are already working to get his fly open as he scrambles to get a hand in your hair. You push his jeans and boxers down in one well practiced motion. He's not hard, but you still sigh at the sight of him. Perfect as always, fuck you love his cock.

You press your lips to his stomach, lick the coarse curly hair that trails from his belly button to his cock, and stroke his length with your hand. Simon, to his credit, tips his head back to tap against the door with a sigh. You pull back to spit in your hand, watching him as you work his cock. He's so fucking pretty. Scars, fucked up nose, the softness around his middle, all of him is just gorgeous.

You duck your head to give his balls some attention, rolling your tongue over them before pressing sucking kisses to the sensitive skin. He groans low in his throat, his fingers tight in your hair, almost insistent as he keeps you held close. His balls feel so heavy on your tongue, you wonder when the last time you fucked was. It hasn't been more than a week you don't think but with the baby everything has been so busy. This is well fucking needed then.

You drag your tongue up from his balls to his cock, working around your hand to slick his length. You lap at the head collecting his precum on your tongue before wrapping your lips around him and sucking. Pretty fucking boy, you think watching Simon watch you, his long lashes fluttering as you stroke his cock with the bob of your head. You move your hand to grip his thich as you slide your lips down to the base, moaning around the thick cock down your throat. He stretches you out so nicely. You wiggle your head a little to feel his girth shift, to feel your nose drag through his public hair, to feel the suppressed gag that makes your eyes roll back. God you are made for him.

Made to purr around his cock until he tugs on your hair to remind you what you're supposed to be doing. You ignore the throbbing between your legs in favor of bobbing your head up and down his length. Only pulling off to breathe and spit on his cock, more slick to help the slide of your lips. You roll his balls in your spit slick hand, squeezing them gently as you suck his cock until you feel them pull tight. Then Simon presses you back down to take his cock whole as he bucks down your throat.

"Fuck baby, tha's a good girl, take it all," he groans, spilling down your throat. You swallow, try to keep your eyes on him when you'd really love to be staring at your brain, and let him use your mouth to finish. A few shallow thrusts as he catches his breath and he's pulling out.

You stay on the ground, stick your tongue out to make sure he sees you've swallowed everything. Simon gives you a pleased hum, fucking two fingers into your mouth. In and out over your tongue before he thinks better of it.

"What's this about?" He asks, his voice thick. Oh, you love his sex voice, he could still go another few rounds.

"Congrats on your new status as a DILF," you tell him without missing a beat.

"Mm," he hums, "you want me to call you mommy now?"

"Maybe," you hadn't considered that, this does make you a MILF, huh.

"Alright," Simon crouches and grabs your arm, hauling you up over his shoulder as he stands, "Let's go make another baby momma."

That is a very promising statement.

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strangersmunsons · 4 months

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you’re sleepy. Eddie can’t help but love on you. eddie munson x fem!reader, ~600 words

It’s been a long, long day, and you’re really feeling it. Your feet hurt, your back aches, your eyelids feel much heavier than you think they have a right to.

You’re curled up on top of the plush bed covers, nearly asleep. In the distance, there’s the click of the front door unlocking, and then footsteps in the hallway, and then the thud of heavy boots being kicked off and forgotten.

“Sweetheart?”

Eddie pads through the apartment, poking his head curiously into the bedroom. You generally try not to nap after work, so you won’t have trouble falling asleep later in the night. But there you are: just half-awake, too exhausted to even crawl beneath the blanket.

He softens. “Hey, pretty,” he says as he crosses the room, coming to a stop next to the bed. He stands over you, and reaches down to stroke a gentle finger across your cheek. “You okay?”

You yawn and nod. “M’tired.”

Eddie chuckles. “I can see that. Busy day?”

“Mmhmm.” You’re unwilling — or simply unable — to verbalize much more.

His hand slips around to the back of your head, cradling it sweetly in his palm. The tips of his ringed fingers work through your hair and rub gently at your scalp. You twist on the bed and try to push your head deeper into his hand, wanting more of his touch.

A rush of affection surges through his chest; pure love with a dash of amusement. He loves it when you get like this. Cuddly and needy and warm, eager to be loved on by him — him, Eddie Munson, of all people.

He crouches down beside the bed so you’re at eye-level and leans in to smother you with kisses. He leaves no feature untouched, pressing his lips to every square inch of your face: your forehead, your closed eyes, the tip of your nose. He smacks kisses to each cheek and to your chin, dots them all the way around your jawline, until he hits that sweet spot right underneath your ear.

“Mmm,” you sigh in quiet delight, hands grasping at his sturdy shoulders.

“Is that nice?” The words are muffled, his mouth still working against your skin.

You nod.

Eddie gathers you up in his arms, careful not to jostle you too roughly. He’s not really trying to get you riled up (although he’s not completely opposed to the idea); he just wants a moment with his girl.

You mumble against his lips. “Eddie?”

He gives you another peck. “Yeah?”

You play with a curly tendril of hair, twirling it around your finger. “I thought about you all day today,” you whisper.

At those words Eddie swears he can feel everything inside of him move.

If anyone ever asked him to describe what love feels like, he doesn’t think he could explain it any further than that.

“You did?” he whispers back.

“Uh-huh.”

“All day?” His face splits into a slow smile, one that’s syrupy-sweet, and his eyes glitter, brows raised. “Really?”

He’s teasing you, but only a little.

You laugh breathlessly. “All day,” you repeat.

He hums in response and pulls you in even closer, so he can give you a proper kiss, one that’s slow and precise.

Your body slumps against his, letting Eddie’s strong arms support your weight.

“Alright, sleepy girl.” He noses at your hairline. “Why don’t I at least make us dinner first, before you go passing out on me?”

“Mmkay.” You let yourself fall back down onto the pillows with a hazy smile. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

When he reaches the doorway, he turns back and blows you another kiss.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson reader insert #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson comfort #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #sorry this is short and kind of bad and sappy as hell <3

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darkmold · 6 months

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The Hunger Games d!ck analysis post because i have severe brainrot rn

Warnings: d i c k

Finnick “The Peacock” Odair

Finnick’s cock is an average length but it is so PRETTY- it’s tan like the rest of him with a slight tone shift towards the tip and no particular curve. Thick enough to give his partners that little stretch when he first pushes in

He has a neat patch of curly blond pubes above his cock, probably no treasure trail

The skin is silky and very pleasing to run your tongue along. He has a sensitive spot on the underside near the base. Use that information as you will.

I feel like he cums a lot and it tastes good. He seems like the type of guy to eat a lot of fruit

Haymitch “The Alcoholic” Abernathy

Longer than average but a bit on the slim side, his dick is lined with veins and the head gets purple when he’s close to cumming. Has an upwards curve that hits all the good spots

I don’t see him as the shaving type, so he probably has a good amount of hair on his belly and thighs

His depression makes it difficult for him to get in the mood, but when he is, he has good stamina. He’ll make the session worth your while.

He produces a good amount of cum, but it probably doesn’t taste very good cuz of the alcohol. He’s aware of this though, and prefers to finish outside the mouth

Cato “Career Girl” Hadley

A bit shorter than average but makes up for it in other ways. Decently thick though! There is a vein running up the side of his shaft that’s most prominent at the base

Sensitive at the tip and loves getting head, his cock blushes a pretty pink color when he’s hard

Shaves as often as he can manage because the hair is uncomfortable in his training gear back in district 2

He cums suddenly (though not prematurely) and gets embarrassed and a little upset when someone mentions it. Yes, he’s tried to fix it. No, he hasn’t been successful.

Peeta “Baker’s Boy” Mellark

Another smaller than average lad, but anyone who doubts him will quickly learn otherwise.

Values the warmth and connection of sex, it’s like he’s trying to meld himself with his partner and never leave. The heat of his skin quickly takes over the mind of his partners and they’re left in a puddle of orgasmic affection

His cock blushes red when he gets worked up and it’s very fun to stroke (especially when he feels safe enough to make some noise- the whimpers will melt your heart)

He cums a normal amount, but it leaves his mind mushy every time. Eyes unfocused and everything. Something tells me he’d want to finish inside but he’s wary about doing so. Cum tastes sweet and a little salty (almost like if trail mix were a fluid)

#the hunger games x reader #thg x reader #the hunger games headcanons #finnick odair x reader #haymitch abernathy x reader #cato hadley x reader #peeta mellark x reader #the hunger games smut

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velvetmud · 6 months

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Little Rabbit

warning(s): explicit 18+, daddy kink, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, cum play, dirty talk, nicknames, riding, squirting, creampie, filth

a/n: random nasty nasty vulgar porn with no plot. nothing besides thirst inspired this

“Yeah, fucking right. Keep on bouncing like that. M’gonna tear this pussy right up,” Joel grins, triumphant smirk as he watches your pussy cream and convulse all because of him. His thick, condomless smooth member just making you lose it, ravaging your micro sensitive spots with every pump. “Gonna mold you to take this cock. Mm, feels delicious on me, baby.”

Your ass doesn’t seem to ever lose momentum, rising all the way up off his lap until just his tip is inside—teasing, wiggling all over it before slamming your pussy right back down. Loud squelching comes from both your pelvis’ joining together, the stringy wet spurts making a mess all over. Joel’s fingers are covered in it, your thighs combined are fucking smeared in it. He could close his eyes for the rest of this fuck and just listen to every thrust inside, could cum so hard so easily from the noises alone. The sound of your breath, the way you pant on top. Don’t even get him started on the movement of those hips on him, your pussy, that heavenly grip swallowing his girth.

“Daddy’s having so much fun, honey girl. Ffffuck, oh keep clenchin’ down on this thick cock. Yeah, take it—take what you need. My greedy, slutty little rabbit.”

You whine and speed up, aggressive hips sliding and zig-zagging to claim every inch. He gasps when your legs start to shake and pussy drooling out another beautiful gush, splashing his dick and staining his curly hairs.

“Mmmm, I feel that pussy losing control. C’mere, daddy’s gonna take over n’ finish us off.”

His grippy long legs worm around your thighs, trapping you down to the bed and onto his cock. Thrusts everything he can inside you, taking over to control the tempo. Those hands find your hair and gently give it a good yank, watching your slick build up on his base.

“My pretty little flesh light, always on this dick making a mess.”

You can’t turn around, but you feel him drag a finger from your labia to your ass, gathering up a trail of the cream. Hear his gruff hums while he pops the finger in his mouth. Drives his cock to sheath all the way inside, feeling both snug against your ass and smooshed into your guts.

“Close, close, daddy’s gonna—gonna make me—“

“Mmhm. Cum on your fucktoy, c’mon. Squeeze all over daddy.”

His pumps become sloppy, wet thrusts getting deeper and lazier as he feels your helpless tight walls soaking him with every push in. You answer his prayers, jolting back while your pussy lips drooled around him like a geyser, explosive shockwaves interrupting.

Joel chuckles and shushes your outlandish cries, grippy pussy unleashing the tension around him.

“Yeahhhh, I know little rabbit. Just ride it out on me. Love how happy I make this beautiful pussy.”

He feels lost when he spares another good look down. Taking the sight in. Connecting himself to you over and over.

The warning he spews is half assed, barely on time before ripping himself out. His cock slaps against his belly button, throbbing with every ripple of cum painting your ass and your lower back. He deliriously watches on as you wiggle back and forth some more on him, catching every glob. He knows how much you love his loads, how somehow it didn’t matter if he hadn’t cum in an hour or a day or a week—he could cum buckets.

By the time he’s finally emptied and all done, catching his breath and groaning his voice hoarse—his spend is slathered all over your backside, a lewd shot of the claim he’s stuck on you. As if your body was an uncharted discovery, something to nail his flag into.

“Milked me dry, baby.”

You sinfully peak back to eye him behind you before grabbing the base and sinking down onto him one last time, marinating in the sticky fullness.

“Oh fuck,” he utters, choking as he stops you with a forceful hand on a cheek.

“Can’t do that little rabbit. That’s how babies are made.” he rasps. Like it pains him to say.

Gently sliding back out, he pulls your body up on his stomach, uncaring of the sticky remanents getting everywhere as he slips in two of his fingers as a substitute. Pacifying you. Lets you glide yourself smoothly down his digits, still craving the closeness and stimulation from him. As he’s spreading more of your combined mess around, he scissors them deeper down as you slide further down nudging his knuckles.

“Shh, I know. Feels good having it inside, don’t it?” he murmurs. Licks his lips and continues studying you, your little facial expressions melting. “Someday baby, we’ll make love bare again, and I’ll pump you so full then plug it all up. We won’t leave the bed ‘til we know every last load that goes in gets you nice and full with my baby, or two.”

#joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfic #joel miller x f!reader #the last of us #joel miller/reader #joel miller #pedro pascal #joel miller imagine

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bokutosbiceps · 5 months

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don't stop til ya get enough

monkey d luffy x afab!reader | smut | ~700 words

warnings: smut. it's SMUT. i'm the blowjob queen + i hope it shows. based off a true story LOL

a/n: happy thanksgiving from me + luffy to you !!

18+ MDNI

luffy writhes as his cock slides between your pussy lips, throwing his head forward and feeling around with his mouth for your soft, jiggly tit to pop in his mouth.

he pants as he feels the tip of your hardened nipple poke his cheek, mouthing at your nipple till he's sucking on it. the moans coming from deep within his chest add to the pleasure that his suction is giving you, and you can't help but moan, too.

his hips stutter and you can hear the lewd sounds of his cock sliding through your slick as he grinds onto your pussy.

“you're doing so good for me, monkey.” you coo, running your fingers through his hair, starting at the widow’s peak that adorns his sweaty forehead.

“gotta p-prove you wrong…” luffy huffs, his voice rising an octave with each glide of his cock through your labia.

“so competitive!!” you giggle, your hips jerking upward as the tip of his cock brushes your clit. you gasp, a soft moan following.

the sound drives luffy crazy. the sounds coming out of your mouth, the sounds coming out of your pussy, the wetness coming out of your pussy. it's all too much for luffy. he thought he'd be able to take on the challenge of spending ten minutes with you like this without cumming, but he suddenly realizes he doesn't care. right now, cumming is more important. cumming in you is more important.

luffy decides to fuck it all, to fuck you, and halts the movements of his hips. he looks at you through his lashes, grinning at the way your eyebrows are raised in confusion.

“you okay—ah!” luffy’s hand around your neck makes your inquiry die on the back of your tongue. he squeezes, but not too hard, as he lowers his mouth to your clavicle, biting and sucking along the ridges of the bone.

“ya always taste so good for me, sugar. how d’ya do that?” luffy’s breath is hot against the side of your neck. “m-my treat. no one else is allowed to have ya.”

he releases your clavicle from his mouth and crawls up your body, eventually kneeling above you and stroking his cock inches from your lips. you feel droplets of his pre cum sprinkle onto your face and your tongue subconsciously darts out to clean your face off.

“open wide.” luffy commands, using his thumb, sticky with his pre cum, to yank your chin down and open your mouth. he grabs the back of your head and shoves his cock deep down your throat, letting out a deep and guttural groan.

“fuck, so tight n warm…” luffy’s hips are erratic, snapping forward to shove his cock as far as down your thoat as he can, recoiling just enough to free his base.

you moan, your throat closing around luffy’s cock and your eyes watering. luffy lets out a few breathy giggles, his other hand now on the headboard of the poor bed to steady himself as his hips continue to pummel your face.

“are ya t-thirsty?” luffy breathes, his abs tightening and relaxing as he feels himself fighting off his orgasm. he wants to feel your throat around his cock forever. he wants to hear your moans, muffled by the way he's fucking your face, forever. “i’ve got a bunch of cum jus' for you, my girl.”

he grabs a fistful of your hair and twists it, allowing himself to bury his cock in your throat and hold your head to his pelvis. his curly, black pubes tickle your nose and you whine, the vibration causing luffy’s hips to jerk a little bit.

“h-hey, don't—hah!” luffy is moaning and writhing and whining and squeezing his eyes shut as he holds your head still on his cock, his cum shooting in thick, staccato spurts down your throat. he lightly pushes you back, your lips releasing from his cock with a slick pop and a sharp gasp leaving your mouth as you fight for air.

his chest is heaving and his face is toward the ceiling, eyes squeezed shut and mouth wide open as he tries to catch his breath. you're trying to do the same, as you struggle to swallow the thick load of cum you were just so kindly force fed.

once luffy’s almost recovered, he looks down at you, a big grin on his face as he licks his lips.

“your turn, pretty.”

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#one piece #monkey d luffy #luffy #monkey d luffy smut #luffy smut #monkey d luffy x reader #luffy x reader #monkey d luffy x reader smut #luffy x reader smut

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singmyaubade · 9 months

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Lovegame

Poly!Marauders x Female!Reader

A/N: Hello! I've wanted something like this for a while, but I didn't have the time, but now I do, LOL. I hope you enjoy this <333

Summary: What's wrong with having them all if you have the time?

Warning: Containing smut: blowjobs, giving head, p in v, etc... Cursing, and other things. Viewer discretion is advised.

You awoke to kisses along your jawline, down to your neck as a smile grew on your yawning mouth, "Jamesy, it's so early," You said, looking into his eyes as his eyes peered back at you, sinking down your body.

You groaned as he circled your clit before attacking with his mouth, sucking on your clit, causing you to almost scream.

Thank god he was a prefect.

Your finger entangled James's hair, pulling on the strands of his curly hair as he groaned, and you knew James liked you doing that.

You were still sore from last night, and you knew James liked eating your pussy, but in the morning? You knew he was undoubtedly eager this morning for some reason.

He was drinking you like his favorite drink, and it was getting harder not to come.

You rose, holding yourself using your elbows as you watched James devour you.

As he shoved two fingers inside you, you lost it, feeling yourself closer to your orgasm as you came, and you could feel James grinning from ear to ear.

You laid back onto the pillow, breathing harshly as James kissed up your body to your mouth. His tongue is inside of your mouth as he always loved for you to taste yourself.

You pulled back, "What was that for?" You asked him, raising an eyebrow.

"Can't I just be happy to wake up with you?" He asked, kissing your neck.

"Of course you can," You moaned, "But in the morning? Am I missing something?" You asked as he laughed.

"Trust me, I'm just happy to see you," He kissed you before getting up and going to the bathroom.

You watched his bare ass walk away as you were mentally in awe of how you could've ever got him in the first place when he used to fuck girls and never be exclusive.

You and James had met after one of his Quidditch games, where you congratulated him and asked if you could be his trophy.

Of course, but since James Potter is corny, it worked on him entirely.

So you gave him a blowjob in the locker room, and since then, you have enchanted him; it was like no other girl could ever level up to you.

He said you tasted of sweet nectarines in the summertime, and your mouth tasted like cherry, you always thought he was delusional, but since he ate you out so much, you didn't consider it a joke anymore.

You remembered the time, getting up and putting on your school uniform, "Jamesy, I have to go study with Remus! I'll see you during potions," You yelled as James yelled a quick 'okay' and that he loved you.

You yelled it back before rushing out with your book bag hanging off your shoulder. You run to the library to see Remus sitting at one of the tables.

You walked over to the table as Remus had his pointer finger and thumb over by his temple; he looked more stressed than usual.

He always worked too hard for his own good.

"Remmy?" You said as he smiled at you.

"Hey, I got you the books you needed for your essay on Thestrals," He said as you grinned.

"Thank you, I appreciate it," You replied, going over to him and kissing him thoroughly. He was a bit surprised as you held the back of your head.

You were glad it was too early for the library to be crowded.

"Are you making it up to me that you couldn't meet me last night?" He asked with a chuckle.

"Well, I was busy, but trust me, I did miss you in a way," You winked as he laughed.

"Can I really make it up to you though?" You asked, dropping your pencil under the table as you went under the table.

"Y/n." He said as you unbuckled his belt, pulling down his trousers a bit, "We should really study,"

You gripped him in your hand, "Don't worry, go ahead and study; I'll catch up," You said, sucking on the tip of him.

You could feel his leg tense as you rested your free palm on his thigh, swirling your tongue around his tip.

You heard him groan as you took him in entirely, and you could listen to his palms lay flat on the table as you heard, "Hey Moony, do you know where Peter and Sirius are?" You listened to the voice being James as Remus stuttered.

"Uh- they should be out on the field," He took a deep breath, "I think Sirius wanted to try a new move," He said in a small voice.

You cupped his balls in your hand, squeezing them while gagging down on his entire cock.

"Oh, okay," James answered, "Are you okay?" James asked, concerned, “Isn’t Y/N supposed to be studying with you?”

"Yeah, I just am r-really stressed out over this test," Remus answered, “She just went to the bathroom really fast,”

You smiled, doing small licks on his tip as the head of his cock was an angry red color, and you could tell he was close.

James still seemed suspicious, "Okay, I'll see you later, mate, good luck on the books," James laughed before heading out of the library.

You put his length down your throat, and you could feel him spurting into your throat as you swallowed every drop, sucking on the tip for any leftovers.

"Fuck Y/N," Remus sighed as you giggled, sitting back in your chair.

"I really thought you were going to break when James came in," You giggled.

"That was not very nice of you," He laughed back as you began the study with his hand caressing yours.

Two hours passed before you had to head to Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Remus was sad to see you go.

You gave him a light peck on his lips, "I'll see you at potions, yeah?" You said as Remus nodded, going in for a full kiss as you responded with a smile.

You met Remus when you truly needed help with Muggle studies; you were thankful that he was willing to help you and even offered to pull an all-nighter.

And during that all-nighter, he would squeeze on your thigh every time you got an answer right, and you would kiss him on the cheek for helping you.

Eventually, the squeezes on your thigh would turn to something more, and you started kissing somewhere else on him.

You started walking to DADA as you felt an arm grab you into the broom closet; your head hit the back of the closet wall lightly, "What have you been up to?" Sirius asked as you smiled.

"Nothing really; I've been looking for you," You said as he laughed.

"Bullshit," You said, putting his hand around your neck as he kissed your jawline, his other hand groping your boobs, "You wanna say what you've really been doing?" He asked.

"Fucking your two best mates," You responded as you felt him grin.

"Oh really?" He asked, still sucking on your neck.

"Mhm," You hummed, moaning.

"Think you need a punishment," He said, hand squeezing your neck.

You beamed, "You mad at me?" You teased.

"Furious," He said, squeezing your ass as your hands moved to his belt, but he swatted them away.

"Nuh-uh," He said, touching your clit, "No panties? Such a bad girl," He said, rubbing your clit in circles as you moaned loudly, covering your mouth as he moved your hand away, "Let them hear what a dirty slut you are,"

"W-We are going to be late to class," You squeaked as his fingers moved faster.

"You'll be fine," He responded as he unbuckled his belt, stroking himself, kissing your mouth as he lifted your legs around him.

He put his cock inside you as you were sore, and the stretch made your entire body tingle.

He began pumping inside you as your moans progressively got louder, to which he began kissing your mouth to suppress your sounds.

Your nails clawed into his shoulders as he went faster, his tongue inside your mouth.

"Harder," You breathlessly said as Sirius obeyed, going even faster.

"Fuck," You cried as Sirius began going longer with his pumps, signaling he was about to enter you.

You came on him simultaneously as you felt his cum and yours intertwined, dripping. He pulled out of you, tucking himself back in his trousers.

You put your legs back on the ground and felt both of your releases going down your thigh as he searched for a rag, bending down to clean your legs.

"You okay?" He asked, making sure he didn't misunderstand you at all.

"Yes," You grinned, "I'm okay,"

You ran your fingers through his hair as he made sure you were fully clean before he stood up to give you a kiss on your forehead, "I'm just gonna clean up, and then I'll meet you at Potions, okay?" You said as he nodded, kissing you before exiting.

You went to the broom closet, ensuring the hallways were clear before entering the bathroom and providing your makeup was intact.

You and Sirius met at a Gryffindor party where you started grinding on him during your favorite song, and then you guys went back to your dorm, and what was a one-night stand turned into something that was happening continuously.

You left the bathroom to go to Potions, and as you made it there, all of the boys looked at you coming in, smiling on each of their faces as you sent them a wink before you sat next to Mary.

"What have you been up to?" She snickered as you giggled.

"Just playing with the Marauders," You answered before writing in your notebook.

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cupid-styles · 4 months

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do you wanna touch me there?

you guys voted for the grumpy h anal play blurb soooo here she is!!! enjoy! I was on some h*rny shit when I wrote this! yikes!

word count: 1.7k

content warnings: this is pure smut!! pretty filthy tbh!!!!!! (anal play, dirty talk, a little bit of spitting, oral - f receiving, fingering)

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"So you wanna put that in... there?"

Harry snorts but quickly revises his facial expression in an attempt to soothe his girlfriend's apparent nerves.

"Don't make it sound so barbaric, baby," he replies, capping the bottle of lube and tossing it on the coffee table. "You said you were interested in trying it, didn't you?"

She nods slowly as she nervously bites her bottom lip. "Yeah, but... that's kinda big."

He glances back down at the butt plug currently in his hand. He'd only purchased it because they'd had conversations about exploring anal — it started when he was drilling into her from behind one day and accidentally brushed over her tighter hole. When they were finished, Y/N quietly asked him about it, and he was ecstatic to hear that she'd actually liked it instead of recoiling from his touch, like he'd expected. And while they hadn't gone much further than that, he'd asked if she was interested in trying a plug out — only, she maybe, possibly hadn’t been expecting it to be so... bulbous.

"We don't have to use it if you feel uncomfortable, sweetheart. We can always start with my fingers and mouth and go from there."

He can visibly see the relief wash over her face. Sometimes he forgets that he's far more experienced than her, not only sexually, but in the world of consent and aftercare, too. He smiles gently as he reaches out to give her knee a squeeze.

"Let's do that first," she agrees, "And then maybe we can try that out another time?"

He nods, leaning forward to press a kiss to her hair. "Just tell me whenever you feel ready, 'kay?"

"Wait," she sits back slightly, her eyes rounded, "You don't wanna do it now?"

He raises his eyebrows. "You want to?"

"Yeah. Is that alright?"

A grin spreads wide across his face, "Of course it's alright, pretty baby. We'll take it slow and you can tell me anytime you feel uncomfortable or unsure, okay?"

She nods eagerly and Harry's quick to duck down and catch her lips in a kiss. It's filled with lust almost instantly, his mouth moving fast against hers, strings of spit breaking between them. He gently pushes her back against the length of the couch, tender in his movements as he encourages her to spread out for him. Regardless of how many times they engage in intimate moments together, he doesn't think he'll ever get tired of the sight of his girl's wide-eyed, fucked out face.

"Feeling good, sweetheart?" he asks, splitting his own legs to straddle her waist. She nods her head, her tongue poking out to moisten her lips.

"Yes. Keep going, please."

He smiles at her politeness and pushes his hands under her sweater, eager to get her naked. She helps him pull it up and over her body before leaning back down almost immediately, pressing hot kisses along her chest and down her stomach. She mewls at the feeling of his lips on her form and reaches down to thread her fingers through his curly hair. As he nurses a hickey to the skin of her hip — one of his favorite places to mark her — he dips his fingertips beneath the waistband of her leggings and panties, tugging them down her legs.

She whimpers at the slight bite of pain from his teeth but he's quickly licking over it to soothe the ache. She's entirely overwhelmed by how quick he's moving, her back arching to press into his touch when she feels his fingers dance over her pussy.

"Please don't tease," she whimpers in that pretty high-pitched voice he loves. He smirks against her skin and kisses a trail from her hip to her mound, sticking the tip of his tongue out to brush over her clit. "Harry, I—"

"Shush," he mutters, issuing a gentle massage to her inner thigh, "You'll get what you want, honey. Just relax."

She takes a deep inhale and nods her head, feeling messy knots form from the friction against the fuzzy throw pillow she's laying against. She licks over her lips as she allows her eyes to flutter closed, enjoying the familiar pleasure of her boyfriend suckling at her clit. Since starting their relationship, she found out he was obsessed with going down on her and rarely fucked her without splitting her open with his tongue first. In a short timespan, he got to know every last one of her triggers, figuring out exactly how to make her cum over and over again.

"Is it okay if I touch you down here?"

She shudders as he licks a stripe up her lips, feeling his thumb gently probe at her ass. She mumbles out an affirmative answer and he shuffles a bit lower. Carefully, his tongue ventures down, using the tip of the muscle to slowly lick at the tight ring of muscles.

"Oh," she breathes out, blinking her eyes open. He stops and glances up to gauge her expression, prepared to stop. "No, it's— it's good. Keep going."

He nods hesitantly, not entirely convinced. He repeats the same pattern, offering slow, careful licks, his eyebrows raising slightly when he hears a whimper fall from her lips.

"Good?" he asks, desperate for her confirmation.

"Yeah... 's good. Want more, I think."

He curses lowly to himself and sucks his bottom lip into his mouth. He's planning to take it excruciatingly slow so he thinks his spit is enough lubrication for right now, especially since her pussy is dripping down all the way to her thighs.

Coating his finger in saliva, he pets at her hole, trying to loosen it slightly before pressing in. He uses his other hand and runs it through her arousal, smearing it around her ass.

"Messy girl," he mumbles, though it's mainly to himself. "You look so pretty down here, y'know that?"

She mewls and covers an arm over her face, making him chuckle. Slowly, he presses the tip of his finger inside, eliciting a quiet gasp from above. He gently shushes her.

"You're doing so good for me, baby. Just stay relaxed, yeah?"

"Uh-huh," she nods, swallowing, "Feels... full."

"Yeah?" he echoes as he gradually continues to pushing in. He spits, landing directly on his finger in her ass, and she gasps. "Do you like being full back here?"

He gives her a few moments to adjust to the sensation before he unhurriedly starts to rock his finger in and out, watching as her hole swallows it up. He'd be lying if he said his cock wasn't rock hard in his sweats, the sight nearly being enough to make him cum.

"Yeah, I do," she finally answers, whimpering through a harsh swallow. "Can I— is it okay if I touch myself?"

"Shit, yeah, honey. Go ahead."

Her fingers trail down the length of her body until they find her clit. She collects some of the arousal pooling and brings it up the bud of nerves, moaning softly as she begins to circle it tightly.

"More," she breathes out, making Harry look up at her with a quirked brow, "Can you— more lube and another finger?"

"More?" Harry asks in slight disbelief, reaching over to grab the small bottle of lube off the table. He uncaps it and drizzles some over his finger.

"Yeah. Another finger, I can take it."

He groans and spread the lube to his middle finger, preparing to fit it in next to the one already buried inside.

"Tell me if it's too much, okay?"

She nods and quickens the loops around her clit, a louder moan breaking free when he pushes it in. It's a stretch of course, but he's not sure she doesn't like the slight pain of it.

"It feels really good," she mumbles as he scissors his fingers, thrusting them steadily, "Will you— fuck— can I have the plug?"

He chuckles at her eagerness before pressing a chaste kiss right below her clit. "Not today, baby. Don't wanna hurt you."

He hears her huff lightly and he smirks. "What, are you my little anal girl now? Desperate to get all filled back here too?"

"Yes," she whimpers, exasperation clear in her tone.

"Atta girl. Keep rubbing that pearly clit, I wanna watch you cum, sweetheart."

"I'm gonna, I'm gonna," she promises haphazardly, wiggling her bottom half to meet the thrusts of his fingers. He feels like he's about to explode, so he can only imagine how his girl feels. Her thighs are tensing beneath his touch while soft whimpers leave her throat. It's a beautiful sight, one that he can't help but feel pride towards, knowing he's the reason why she feels so good.

He feels her muscles tighten around his fingers and he groans from the sensation, glancing up to see her own digits stall over her clit. He makes quick work to add his other hand to the mix, making up for her limited movement as her back arches against the couch, a series of moans signaling her peak.

"Fuck, oh my god— fuck, 's so good, 's so good—"

He doubles down on his efforts as he watches her babble, enthralled by the sight of her holes clenching as she comes. Arousal leaks steadily from her pussy and he can't help but dip forward as he continues thrusting his fingers in and out of her ass, eagerly licking up her juices.

As her orgasm tapers off, he gently pulls his fingers from her asshole, unabashedly lifting them to his mouth. She watches him with a slack jaw, his chin shiny and covered in her cum.

"Wow," she mumbles tiredly. He chuckles and climbs up the length of her body before pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"I'll take it you liked that."

She blushes and hits his chest lightly, "Don't make me feel weird about it."

"Nothing to feel weird about, silly girl," he murmurs. "I loved it."

She hums as she buries her head into the crook of his neck, exhausted from the intensity of her orgasm. It's silent for a few moments as his hand moves up and down her bare back, leaning down to kiss her hair every now and then.

Eventually, she lifts her head to peak at him.

"So we'll use the plug next time, right?"

Harry thinks he may actually cum in his pants next time.

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shadowlali · 6 months

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Just finished Independence Day and I've never wanted a man (real or fictional) more in my entire life...

See also:

alejandro teaching y/n spanish while he's deep in their guts; he punishes and rewards them like the brute he is /sighs like a forlorn maiden/

spanish lessons

COD - Alejandro Vargas x fem!reader

[18+] wc: ~ 1k masterlist

warnings: NSFW, some proofreading, no use of Y/N nor too many details on reader’s appearance, pet names (mariposa, niñita), teasing, unprotected sex a/n: thank you for reading happy independence day and enjoying it🤍! coger/cojo means “to fuck” however in other countries it means “to physically take/grab something”. mariposa is butterfly and niñita is little girl (romantic). some of the spanish i used doesn’t have a direct translation, instead a translation of what it generally means

“I don’t think you’re understanding, mariposa.”

“No, I am. I am, I prom–”

Alejandro cuts you off with another harsh thrust into your swollen cunt. You're flat on your back with a pillow propping up your hips. Your bodies are sweaty and sticky. He’s almost chest to chest and holding both of your hands in his. His cock rests fully inside of you, your arousal painting the curly hair at his base.

Another string of high-pitched whimpers leave your mouth. Alejandro unlinks his fingers from one of your hands to lightly grasp your chin. With your mouth open in a perfect o-shape, he lands a string of spit in your mouth. You stick out your tongue for more, uncaring of how desperate you look. He moves his hand down to lightly brush his fingertips over your hard nipples before pinching them.

“Otra vez,” he says, “¿Te gusta cuando te cojo en mi cama, encima de mi escritorio o en la barra de la cocina?”

Alejandro doesn’t move or even twitch while deep inside of your fluttering pussy. In times like these, his unwavering self-control is annoying. He’s not immune, you can see how the beads of sweat run down his temple and how his jaw clenches. You stare up with tears pricking your eyes, unable to understand what he says. It's hard to focus when his cock stretches every centimeter of your little hole.

“Alejandro, please I don’t –”

“I said,” he pulls out slowly,” ¿Te gusta cuando te cojo en mi cama,” he enunciates with another thrust,“encima de mi escritorio,” he grinds his hips down, “o en la barra de la cocina?” [Do you like it when I fuck you in my bed, on my desk, or on the kitchen counter?]

Maybe it's the universe taking pity on you, but you finally understand.

“On– on the bed! I like it when– when you fuck me on the bed.”

“Buen trabajo, niñita,” he mocks. [Good job, little girl]

Any other time you’d wipe the condescending smile off his face but then Alejandro leans down to kiss your forehead and slowly pulls out. Uncaring of how sticky you made his cock, Alejandro grips his length and rubs the tip on your button. You press your head back on the pillow and twist your hips at the pleasure running through your body.

He slides his cock down to gather the wetness drooling out of you and slides it back up through your folds until it once again reaches your clit. With deft movements, he continues to slide and press his tip against you.

“Please, Ale,” you beg.

Instead of giving you what you actually need, he begins to tap his cock on your clit. It sends shocks through your body but you try to resist the impending orgasm. You don’t want to come like this. You want his cock deep inside of you and pushing against that spongy spot only he can reach. Either way, your body becomes shaky and you feel the pull in your tummy that you’re about to come.

He feels how tense your body is becoming and notches the head of his cock in your entrance. You push down to get more of it inside of you but he holds back.

“Alejandro, ple– please fuck me! No more teasing!”

“No sé,” he starts, ”todavía no hablas en español.” [I don’t know, you’re still not talking in Spanish]

You let out a frustrated groan and roll your hips in need. You can barely form a sentence in English and yet you know Alejandro won’t give you anything until you give him what he wants. With the little mental energy you have left, you try to remember something, anything.

“Ple– por favor cojeme, ¡Alejandro!” [Please fuck me, Alejandro]

There’s tears coming out of your eyes, sliding down the sides of your head and into your hair. He brings his lips down and swipes at a teardrop with his tongue before it falls. You think he’s going to keep you begging but he places both hands on the bed and slowly thrusts inside of you. With a moan caught in your throat, you grip his back and feel his thick cock slide in and out of your slick pussy.

Alejandro keeps eye contact while he fucks you, watching as a glazed look takes over your face. “Así me gustas, mariposa.” [This is how I like to see you, butterfly]

You focus on the feel of Alejandro. His happy trail slides against your lower tummy with each slow thrust of his hips. He’s sweating all over now, tiny droplets running down the muscles of his neck. His eyes are dark and half-lidded, almost covered by his grown out curly hair. He stops to push one of your knees up to your chest and press a soft kiss to your mouth.

“That wasn’t so difficult, right? Spanish is easy,” he says.

Before you can even think of a response he slams his hips into yours. Your nails dig into his skin as he uses your thigh for leverage to pound into you. The pillow underneath your hips provides the perfect angle for him to slide in deep and rub against your g-spot with every thrust. You hear loud whines throughout the room before you realize it's your own voice.

“Así, así, así,” you chant. [Just like that, just like that, just like that]

You’re not sure how long it's been of his teasing and edging but, you finally feel your body go numb and heat spread throughout. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and your cunt spasms and squeezes around Alejandro’s cock. He whimpers above you in slight pain from how much you're squeezing him yet he doesn’t stop his hips.

It feels like it goes on forever, lost in your own head as you try to keep his length buried forever inside of you. Alejandro’s whimpers increase in volume and you suddenly feel his hot come spurt all over your walls. He practically falls on top of you while his hips keep moving in sloppy thrusts. He repeats your name over and over in your ear until his thighs give out. After some long moments just listening to each other’s breathing, Alejandro rolls off of you.

“I think that was a great Spanish lesson, yeah?” he asks.

You turn your head and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth before responding,“Yeah, I think I learn best this way.”

#alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro vargas x female reader #alejandro vargas smut #cod x reader #cod mw2 x female reader #alejandro vargas #cod mw2 smut #shadowlali

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princessbrunette · 8 months

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modern!anakin with a breeding kink and you’ve been acting up because you have too much energy so he just fucks the energy out of you while fucking his babies into you 😵‍💫

i just rawred

you’ve got waaaay too much energy — and anakins had a long week, and hasn’t been able to meet it. he’d be coming home each night, running a hand through his curly hair that had been flattened by his cap, dropping back on the couch with his head tipped back and wrists over his eyes after a long day at work whilst you practically run circles around him, rambling. he loves it, he loves you — but he’s just been so tired.

but now it’s the weekend.

saturday came, and he finally got to sleep in. only, to be awakened by you clattering about in the kitchen, before promptly running in and asking him to get up so he could reach something off the top shelf for you. he was well rested by the end of the day, mostly, but you were still in hyperdrive — firing questions at him as you lay beside eachother that night until he had to tell you “baby. i’m tired. no more talking, yeah?”

maybe he sounded a little stern, or maybe he wasn’t gentle enough — because he had to watch the way your lip curled as you nodded, rolling over and instantly ‘going to sleep’. you knew you were hyper, and knew you were being, well — a lot — but you’d just missed him extra this week when he’d been so busy with work. he sighed, running a hand across his jaw before leaning over and kissing the back of your head to let you know he wasn’t mad. you didn’t roll over to cuddle him that night.

sunday came, and now he had energy. you were still running around, chaos incarnate — but this time you were avoiding him. hell, he even heard you talking to yourself in the kitchen rather than talking to him. he sighed, walking in. it was hard to ignore him. he looked good, black tshirt and black cargos that fit him just right, tongue running over his snakebite piercings. you faced the counter, going to turn away but he catches your arm anyway.

“come on, crazy.” he nods in his direction anyway, and you let him tug you lightly even if you were aggressively pouting, guiding you to the bedroom.

he’s kissing you, all over — which would be sweet, but there’s a roughness to his hands, manhandling you in a way that leaves you a little awestruck. “can give you what you need today. that alright with you, miss attitude?” he chuckles and you nod feverishly — letting him undress you as you start to melt into that warm submissive space. you weren’t expecting this, but god were you craving it.

after making you cum on his fingers, and then his tongue, he’s got you in a mating press — swollen, overstimulated pussy sucking him in greedily as he rolls his hips into yours, gripping them to pull you on and off him. you cry, cheeks already sodden with tears and he shakes his head and kisses your cheeks, only fucking you harder.

“i don’t want your tears today, pretty girl. i just want you to sleep well tonight.” he grumbles in your ear and you whine, the both of you knowing you were gonna cry anyway, mostly because you felt so well looked after. “you’re doing good sweetheart, just a little more yeah? need to make sure you’re out for the count. this is what you wanted huh?” he sits up a little on his knees so he can use his hips to really get in there, holding your legs up to make sure he’s hitting the right spot. your brows furrow and jaw drops and he nods to himself. “atta girl, nearly there. you gonna be my calm, well behaved, good girl after this? after i pump some babies up in there?” his voice gets a little more desperate and you know he’s close.

“mhm! please!”

“alright baby, alright. give me one more then. there you go.” he soothes his coarse thumb over your clit and rubs you— making sure you get one last go before he fills you to the brim.

#anon #modern!anakin #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker drabble #anakin skywalker prompt #anakin smut

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elsaellaelys · 9 months

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Tease

summary: JJ is the only one that makes Y/N shy.

pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!reader

1.300 words

a/n: Tumblr made this really hard to post. What's going on?

Let me know if you have any requests!

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Y/N always seemed to know what to say, everytime, with everybody. She had the answered in the tip of her tongue all the time and never let anything goes by unnoticed. The boys never had a chance coming with pick up lines, she made sure she was in charge, having all of them in the palm of her hands; smoke 'em like a cigarette: puff, pass.

And she was flirty with everybody. So could you misunderstand the reason she and JJ started to cross the line of friendship?

As JJ was just the same, sassy and reckless, constantly messing around, living life for the moment, girls was just a pastime, cold beer and nice weed to feel the fun. Everything was a joke, life was a big joke so, why take it serious when you could just enjoy?

Of course Y/N thought about JJ in a not-just-friendly way, so did he, but it was just a thought. So what if she was a raving beauty? So what if she wanted to see lower into his swim shorts when he was shirtless? Don't everybody thinks that about their good looking friends?

Y/N was just showing her new cargo mini skirt to Kiara, the pogues were setting the hammocks to enjoy the summer twilight, she did a twirl, popping her ass up a little she looked over her shoulder to the curly hair girl behind her. "What do you think? Is it too tight? I hope I still can crouch."

"It looks amazing." Kie answered.

"Hmm." JJ hummed, laid in his hammock he had a perfect view of her.

"What?" she turned around "I look bad?"

"Nah, you look delicious." He played, she giggled, hands on her hips as her head inclined a little. "You think? Wanna have a bite?" she played back.

"Always."

It's very right it was the way he smiked at her - hands behind his head, sleeveless shirt showing his relaxed arms muscles - that made her blush like that. The pogues shared a look. That was new. She sat in a garden chair, kinda flustered smiled back at him, coming back to Kiara to lightly avoid JJ. "Can you believe I got it from the thrift store? It was up for grabs."

JJ smiled to himself, it was like he found out a superpower. Making Y/N blush like that, like he just caught her out of guard when he clearly didn't. He wanted to make sure it wasn't the hot air in her system, so he build a tension between them all the time they were together, arms around her shoulders, hands running down her arms, face too close to hers when he had the chance, playing with the hair in the back of her neck, with the strings of her bikini just to see the nervous look in her eyes and she hated it, hated even more the fact that she like it, her blood heating up to her head, neck felling so hot, she didn't know why though, it was just JJ, just teasing, but her body had its own reaction without askind for permission, she couldn't do nothing but stand there, unable to vanish that stupid grin out from his face.

The group were currently trying to light up a bonfire for the end of the Friday as they like to do, sit around the fire drink, smoke and laugh, Pope trying to give John B. hints because he couldn't start the fire, a discussion beginning to grow while Kiara was sitted, Y/N standing in front of the place the fire was supposed to be, both laughing at them.

"Don't you think I can't light a fire? I've done it a thousand times, alright?!" John B. bickered.

"I'm just saying how you can do it better!" Pope said back.

"I think I can do it by myself." The matches were going to waste one after one, JB was clearly pissed with Pope and his hints. "I need a fucking lighter, man! Can you give one and shut your mouth?!" he yelled.

JJ threw him a lighter, instinctively going behind Y/N, arms creeping around her body holding her tight against him. She tried dodge from his hold but he was pressing her arms down.

"Can you let me go?!" she squirmed

"Nah, I like staying like this." he smirked, cheek to cheek with her as he rocked her to the sides.

"Let me go!" the girl yelled, everybody staring as she broke away from him, shoving his chest. "Fuck!" she stormed inside the Chateau.

JJ shrugged, eyes wide. "Wow. Didn't see that coming."

"You really didn't?" Kiara sarcastically asked.

"Man, you're provoking her way too much. It's even pitiful." Pope added.

JJ got up, going to find Y/N in the kitchen, her head leaning against the fridge door, eyes closed, she looked like she was trying to calm her nerves, he made her feel so vulnerable she felt embarrassed. He felt guilty as he approached, clearing his throat to make his presence noticed. She looked up at him, dead glare.

"Trying to cool down?" he jocked.

She deep sighed, grabbing a bottle of water. "What do you want?"

"Did I annoyed you? I didn't mean to."

"Really? You've been doing that for a while, it's really shaming, y'know?" she complained.

"Why? Why does it bothers you so much?" JJ asked, getting closer, not with a mean intention, but because he needed to feel her closer. "I'm sorry." he clarified, hands slowly going up to her arms, stroking her skin. "Do I make you nervous? This makes you feel nervous?"

She stared at his chest, not really finding the strength to look in his eyes. It just JJ. What makes him so different from the other guys? "I don't know. Maybe."

"But it's just me." he was right, but that was the problem. "See, there's only us here. Tell me what's wrong."

She shrunk, not wanting to say it.

"I don't want to make you nervous. It's okay." he reassured, hand coming up to her face bringing it up a little, her eyes met his. "Thought you were tough, you're just a little baby."

"I'm not a baby." she protested.

"Oh no? This doesn't make you nervous?" he asked, holding her waist softly, hand sneaking under her shirt, she shook her head. "That's good. Can I...?" he approached her neck, leaving sweet kisses along her jaw line, she whimpered, he smiled into her skin. "You like it, uhm?"

"Stop the teasing, it's exactly what I don't like." she complained, squeezing his arms tightly.

"'Kay, sorry." he laughed, leaning a bit to capture her lips with his. It was all a little faltering, sure they both wanted that, but it was different, new, that type of conection, the tension. Although, the kiss was the hottest, beyond question, teasing was over, their bodies hot against each other. JJ felt he fell in a trap he created.

Y/N didn't mind the days of annoyance anymore, she wanted him more and more pressed to her body. Tongues slipping, lips swollen, hands clinging to her waist, and hips, and face, ass, cupping, stroking, whimpering lightly.

They broke apart, hearing someone clear the throat behind them, turning around to find Kiara, Pope and John B. standing with mocking grins on their faces.

"We thought you killed each other." Kiara scoffed.

"Clearly not." Pope laughed.

Y/N rolled her eyes "And you're gonna stand here and disturb?"

"Uh, sorry, just grabbing the stuff for the s'mores." John B. apologized crossing the room to the kitchen cabinets. "We're leaving..." he said, returning to add. "Don't do it in my kitchen."

"Get out!" JJ whisper yelled, coming back to her lips, unholdable smile in his face.

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whatsk-poppinhomies · 4 months

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Pairing : Dad!Seo Changbin x F!Reader TW : heavily triggering content ; reader discretion is advised ; stillborn child ; depression ; anger ; self hatred ; isolation ; it's just really sad and angsty ; Word Count : 2.9k Request : it won the poll! Here he is! A/N : PLEASE READ THE TRIGGER WARNINGS BEFORE YOU READ THIS FIC! I CRIED WHILE WRITING THIS! THIS WAS PROBABLY THE SADDEST ONE I'VE WRITTEN, SADDER THAN FELIXS FIC. I DON'T KNOW IF I SHOULD DO A PART 2 FOR THIS ONE, LET ME KNOW IN THE COMMENTS. AGAIN THOUGH, READ THE TW'S I BEG OF YOU. THIS ONE IS DEVASTATING, AT LEAST FOR ME IT WAS.

“I can’t wait to hold you and hug you and cuddle you! You’re gonna be daddy’s little princess, aren’t you?” Changbin cooed as he pressed his face against your stomach, smiling when he felt the kick against his hand that had been absentmindedly rubbing circles right above where her foot was. “I’m gonna spoil you and give you the whole world, I promise… Well, maybe not the whole world, I don’t think I can do that… But, I’ll give you anything you want. You’re so precious to me already, I can’t wait to meet you…”

You chuckled lightly, brushing your fingers through his curly locks, shaking your head that rested upon a mound of pillows. “You better keep all those promises, babe. I know she can hear you, and she’s gonna hold you to all of that. And so am I. You get to hold her and hug her and cuddle her the first week I’m out of the hospital. I’m gonna lay in bed and rest after carrying her for 9 months.”

He nodded excitedly up at you before peppering kisses along your belly. “I’ll just quit my job so I can be a super cool stay at home dad and I’ll spend so much time with her. How am I even supposed to go back to work when you and her are gonna be here? I wanna spend every single day with you two.” He pouted and you swiped your finger along his jutted out lip, giving him a soft smile to try to cheer him up.

“We’ll be here when you get home, and before you go to work. And I’m sure that once she’s old enough, I’ll be able to bring her to the studio to see you and the guys.” He nodded his head along with your words, relaxing once more against your stomach, his buff arms wrapped around it and the silence was soon filled with the lulling sound of him humming to you and your baby girl.

///

“Sir, we have to take her now…”

Changbin sat in the chair beside your empty bed, holding his daughter close to his chest as tears poured down his cheeks, his body rocking back and forth. “Just a little bit longer, please…. My wife hasn’t even gotten to see her yet. Y-You can’t take her before my wife gets to hold her… Please…” He sobbed, his head dropping down to look down at the porcelain like face of his baby girl.

“I’m… I’m sorry… Your wife is in recovery and… She won’t be awake… We can’t just let you keep her. I’m terribly sorry, we have to take her now.” The nurse repeated themselves, walking closer to Changbin. His head shook violently as his sobs became louder, his hold on his daughter tighter than it had been before.

There was no way to describe the pain, the devastation, the anger that he felt. “I can’t… I…” He couldn’t even finish, not when he felt the stillness of his daughter in his arms, the way her skin was so colorless, she almost looked like a doll. “Just a little… I have to… I have… I… T-To say… I have to say… G-Goodbye… To her…” He stammered the words out through shaky breaths, and the nurse simply nodded, allowing Changbin to have this final moment.

Trembling fingers gently brushed over the dark hair that covered his daughter's head, her skin felt cold against his finger tips. It was the first and the last time he’d ever get to hold her, that he’d ever get to see her. Life was cruel in its punishments that seemed to be thrown upon those most undeserving of them. What had he done? What had you done to deserve to have your newborn child stolen from you without the opportunity to even cherish her, to love her, to get to know her?

“I’m so… So sorry…” Changbin whimpered, his head shaking as it felt against the back of the chair. His throat was dry and his eyes felt like they were on fire from crying so much. “I would have… I… The world… I would have given you the world if… if you had just… stayed here with us… Me and y-your mommy… We love you… We love you so much… You know that, right? I don’t wanna… L-Let them take you a-away from me… I just… I wanted to h-hold you… And… And hug you… And cuddle you… F-forever… And… I just… I can’t…” His breaths came more rapidly now, more labored as the seconds slowly ticked down the last little bit of time that he’d have with her. “You’ll… You’ll always be… M-My little girl… My princess… I promise… I’ll come see you… O-One day… When daddy and mommy… When we get r-really old… We’ll come s-see you… And I can… I can hold you… And love you… And hug you… And I won’t e-ever let you go… Okay…? I… I love you…”

The door was slowly opened and the nurse quietly came over to Changbin. This was it. Once she was out of his arms, she’d be gone for good, he’d never be able to see her again, not until his final day came. How was he supposed to stay strong? How was he supposed to go on with his life at any point as if a piece of his heart hadn’t been ripped out of his chest and stolen from him right before his eyes? How was he supposed to live when simply breathing and living felt unfair?

///

You sat in the wheelchair, Changbin beside you, one hand gripping tightly onto yours and the other holding the multitude of flowers and “Sorry” balloons that he wanted nothing to do with. Sure, people were sorry, they felt bad for what he and you had gone through, but none of them truly understood it, not until they were unfortunate enough to be put in the same situation, and for their sakes, he hoped they never would be.

“We’ll be home soon, baby.” Changbin whispered to you, although home didn’t seem very welcoming. Not when the room across the hall from his and yours was fully decorated, a beautiful nursery for a beautiful little baby girl that would never be brought through the front door. She would never lay her head in the crib, covered by the quilted blanket that was meant to keep her warm. She would never become attached to one or many of the stuffed animals that were perfectly set up in the corner of the room. She would never be cradled in the rocking chair, rocked back to sleep during the wee hours of the morning. Neither you or Changbin would experience these things, not with the perfect little girl that you both had been waiting for.

Flashing lights and camera shutters clicking met both you and Changbin right outside the hospital exit as you were wheeled out. You were out of it, zoning into a world, into a reality where maybe your daughter was still with the two of you. Your eyes were glossed over from the tears that you had shed nonstop. These were the images of you that would be plastered all over the internet within the next 12 to 24 hours, and that had Changbin fuming.

“Back up! Back up!” Changbin shouted, his voice hoarse and his throat dry from having cried so much. How could people be so heartless, so cruel? They didn’t care about what he and you had just gone through. The only thing they cared about was the next story they could come out with that would make headline news. “Please, leave me and my wife alone! Go! Leave!” He continued to shout, standing in front of you as the security team tried to help push through the overwhelming amount of paparazzi.

“Changbin! How are you feeling right now?” “When do you plan on returning to music?!” “Will your next album have songs that touch base on what you’ve gone through?” The questions were irritating, the complete lack of respect was sickening, but there was one question that had Changbin so infuriated that he couldn’t control himself. “Do you think now that you won’t have a child to worry about, you’ll be able to focus more on your music once again without the child holding you back? Do you think this is a good thing for your career?”

It was insensitive to say the least, and he didn’t even take a second to question himself as to whether it would be a good idea to react, his fist was flying forward into the face of the man that had so stupidly uttered such a thing in his direction. “Get out of here! Go home! All of you!” He screamed, a fresh wave of tears rippling down his cheeks as he tried to move you faster towards the car. “Respect mine and my wife’s privacy. Please! God, please just leave us alone!” He continued to scream, and it seemed like the way he had responded to the man had quieted the mass amount of people. They weren’t asking any questions, but they were still taking pictures and recording you and him. They wouldn’t stop. It wasn’t their pain to feel, they would just report on it and make a quick buck off of someone else’s suffering. It was nauseating.

///

“She… She hasn’t let go of her urn since we’ve gotten it. I don’t know what to do… I can’t take it away from her. She didn’t even get the chance to hold her… This is all she’s got… But I’m worried about her…” Changbin whispered to Chan as they sat in the living room. Changbin was a mess, but you were far worse. He had gotten to say goodbye, you didn’t even have the chance to do that much. There was a hole left in your heart that no one would ever be able to fill or even patch up. He felt guilty for being able to have that small amount of time with his daughter, for being able to have that chance that was taken away from you. “She won’t eat… She won’t even leave the bedroom. She just… She keeps crying and… And I don’t know what to do… I feel so helpless.”

Changbins face fell into his palms, his body shaking as he silently cried into his hands. It felt like that’s all he did anymore. He just cried. There was nowhere that he could go in the house where he wasn’t hit with the stark reminder of what he had lost. “She’s grieving, Bin… Everyone does that in their own way. You both lost your child… Before you even had the chance to even have her truly. I can’t… The pain that you both feel is unimaginable, and… We’re all here for you, for Y/N. But right now, you two need each other more than anything.” Chan explained, and while Changbin nodded his head in understanding, it was easier said than done.

It was hard to be there for someone emotionally when he himself felt like he was falling apart. “She won’t talk to me… She won’t talk to anyone. I’ve been keeping her family updated, but they’re just as worried as I am. They want her to come home for a bit for a change of scenery… What the hell is that going to do?! And what am I supposed to do if she leaves?! Stay here and… And be by myself with all of this stuff… With all of her stuff?! I can’t even go to the damn bathroom or take a shower without breaking down because the little shampoo bottles are on the tub and the… the little bath seat… and her towels and… God, it’s like… It’s like she’s here but… but I know she’s not…”

There was no easy way to comfort anyone who went through what both you and Changbin went through, maybe there was no way to comfort the two of you at all, not right now at least. “Maybe… Maybe you and Y/N can go on a trip or something, just to get away from it all. The guys and I, we can start taking down all the stuff for when-”

“No!” Changbin blurted out, his head shaking fast as he stared at Chan with wide eyes. “You can’t… You can’t take her stuff… That's all we have left. Just… Just give us time… We’re not ready. We lost her… We don’t want to just… get rid of her… We just need time…”

///

“Baby…” Changbin whispered softly, his fingers brushing through your hair as you laid beside him in bed. Your daughter's urn sat on the nightstand, and while it hurt him to see it there, your reasoning for having it right beside you was too heartbreaking for him to want to move it. “Are you still awake?” He asked, feeling your body shaking ever so slightly. It was clear that you had just finished crying, he just wasn’t sure if you had cried yourself to sleep or if you had just run out of tears.

You hummed quietly in response, taking a raspy breath before rolling over to face him. It felt like it had been ages since he got to see your face, but the puffiness under your eyes and your chapped lips had his heart breaking into tinier pieces. You looked broken, and he didn’t even know where to begin to try to help put you back together. “I’m… I’m sorry… That I couldn’t… Give you your… Perfect baby… And I’m… I’m sorry that… That the fans are m-mad at you… F-For not making music… And… And I’m sorry… That… That I haven’t been there… For you…”

The choked out words that left your mouth had Changbin absolutely shocked, confused, and devastated that you felt that way. He didn’t even know that that was the way you were feeling, and if he had known before, he would have done his best to try to push those thoughts out of your head. “Baby, it’s not your fault. None of it is your fault. It’s no one's fault. I don’t want you to blame yourself… You still… You gave me the most beautiful baby girl, the most perfect baby girl in the whole world. God, I wish you could have seen her… I’m so sorry you couldn’t. She was… She was like an angel… She really was. She… She looked like you, I could already see it… She was beautiful, and she was already so loved… She knew you loved her…”

“Did you tell her…? Did you tell her I love her?” You asked, and Changbin quickly nodded his head, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you against his chest. Your tears soaked through his shirt, but he didn’t care, for his own tears were falling against the top of your head and dampening your hair. It had been so long since he had held you like this, but he knew that right now it’s what you needed most.

“I did… She knows. I told her you love her, and I love her… We both love her very much… And I’m sure that wherever she is, she can see that…” He murmured. “And I don’t want you to worry about the fans or the music. If they can’t understand, then they weren’t real fans anyway. The music can wait. You are the most important thing in the world to me. I’d give up my whole career just to see you smile again, just to try to make you happy. I’m going to be here for you as long as you need me to be, even if you don’t want me around. I love you… And we’re going to get through this together.”

He felt your head nod and your arms wrap around him, your fingers gripping onto his shirt to hold him closer to you. “Can… Can she stay in here…? I… I don’t want her to be alone in… in that room… Not yet…” You asked, and Changbin nodded his head before kissing the top of yours and then gently laying you back down against your pillow.

“She can stay in here with us as long as you want her to. I don’t want her to be alone either…” With his arm tucked underneath the pillow that your head lay upon, he hummed a soft tune to lull you back to sleep. It was the first night that you had gone to sleep without crying, it was the first night that you had talked to him. Now he understood what it meant to be strong, not just physically, but emotionally, for the ones that he loved. He might be breaking into bits on the inside, but he loved you too much to watch you fall apart.

Carefully, he reached over you with his free hand, grabbing the urn off the nightstand and cradling it against his chest, staring up at the ceiling as silent tears trickled down from the corners of his eyes and across his temple, landing on the pillow underneath his head. “I’m gonna hold you, and I’ll cuddle you… And I’ll hug you… And I’ll love you forever. I can’t wait to see you again… Just wait for mommy and daddy… We’ll be there… And I’ll never let you go… Ever… You’re daddy’s little princess… And you always will be…”

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starstruckkittensweets · 3 months

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puppy love

Chuuya Nakahara x Reader

fandom: bungo stray dogs

My latest fixation, Chuuya with puppies! My precious boy deserves to be happy with a doggy of his own, so I decided to play into this little fantasy of mine (and his, probably). I'm planning on writing more parts to this lil series, I think it's helping me get out of my writing slump. Also parts of this fic are inspired by Shiloh, one of my all-time favorite books (so much nostalgia...) and a bit of a reference to that one puppy episode from Wan. And the panel I used for the banner is from the BSD manga (I think it's ch. 24) I hope you enjoy!

warnings: mentions of stray animals, Reader cries but it's in relief, mostly fluff, pet names (mostly "doll" but used only once in this part), the start of a slow burn perhaps? || words: 2k

Part I | Part II | Part III

He’s halfway through his usual trek home, muscles burning and head pounding from another successful night’s mission, when he realizes he has a shadow.

Chuuya doesn’t let up his pace; stay calm, don’t give anything away—but he has to wonder, who could be this stupid to try to follow a mafia executive? And they’re not being subtle about it either. Making no effort to conceal their breaths or their footsteps—

Wait a minute…that sounds too light to be footsteps…

He sucks in a breath and turns around to face the culprit. Hands clenched into fists at his sides, preparing for a fight—

“Woof!”

Staring up at him is perhaps one of the cutest fucking dogs he’s ever laid eyes on. (Not that he’s seen many dogs, but the point still stands.) Pointy ears, fuzzy orange fur, white paws and a belly that definitely looks too plump for a street dog.

He stares at it. The dog stares back, pink tongue lolling out the side of its mouth.

“…Woof!”

It takes every ounce of strength he can muster not to melt right then and there on the sidewalk. A thousand squeals on the tip of his tongue, gloved hands itching to scratch under that fuzzy little chin of his.

Never mind any dog hair, fuck that. Who’s gonna try to turn their nose up at this little cutie?

Chuuya briefly scans the area—not a soul in sight, just him and his companion beneath the lamplights—before dropping to his knees. The dog paws at the ground, his curly tail swishing madly in the air.

“C’mere boy,” he keeps his voice soft, holding out a hand. But the dog doesn’t budge. He just stares at him with that big dumb smile of his.

That really adorable dumb smile.

He tries again. The dog tilts his head and refuses to move. So Chuuya tries another tactic: “C’mere, girl?”

Still doesn’t move a muscle. Although now the dog looks amused as he paces from side to side, just out of Chuuya’s reach.

Yeah, gotta be a boy with that kind of attitude.

Chuuya sighs before pushing himself off the ground. Ah well, guess he’s too nervous to approach humans. Can’t really blame him for that; this city’s got its fair share of unpleasant people. He deals with them all the time, so he can kinda relate.

He shoves his hands back into his pockets (try not to think about how soft the dog’s fur must be) and turns on his heel to head home. It’s getting late anyway, and he’s got to get an early start tomorrow morning. He can’t be spending all night moping around some stray puppy following him around.

Even if he is the cutest thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

But he only gets a few steps in before hearing the unmistakable click-click of the dog’s nails against the pavement. He stops, the dog stops too. He glances over his shoulder, biting back a smile at the dog’s happy face.

“What do you want, huh? I don’t have any food, so if that’s what you’re looking for…”

Not that he looks like he needs any treats to begin with. He’s seen a few of the dogs roaming around Yokohama, all skin and bones as they pick through tipped-over trash cans. And the stray cats are no better, ears flat against their skulls as they hiss and claw at everything in sight.

So why does this dog look so fucking proud of himself?

Chuuya sighs and whistles to himself—and suddenly the dog comes running.

Two dirty paws plant themselves on his dress pants, that’ll surely be hard to get out, but how can he get angry when the dog’s trying so hard to reach his face? He chuckles under his breath as he kneels down to his level, as the dog plants kiss after kiss on his face with his slobbery tongue.

“Who knew all it took was a whistle?” he says more to himself than to the pup. The dog’s tail is wagging so hard he thinks it’ll fall off, the tiny little thing that it is.

He slides one of his gloves off, letting the dog sniff his hand before scratching him behind the ears. He was right, his fur is so soft… And his smile only gets bigger when the dog licks him again, not even minding all the drool.

But then he stiffens, slipping his fingers through the dog’s fur, noticing a red band of leather fastened around his neck. A collar? No way he’s someone’s pet. Then again, he does look a little too spoiled to be wandering the streets for food.

He curls his finger around the golden tag dangling from the buckle. No name, only an address he thinks he recognizes. Right on the edge of Yokohama, where the scent of sea salt is the strongest. Is it someone’s house? Apartment? Maybe a shelter of some kind?

Chuuya steals another look at the dog, at those sweet brown eyes and twitching wet nose, trying his best to ignore the icy clench of his stomach. Maybe it’s for the best, just to bring him back. What’s he gonna do with a dog, anyway? Not like his job allows for much time raising a puppy, anyway.

Even one so cute as this little guy.

“Alright,” he sighs, scooping the pup in his arms, “let’s get you home.” He tries not to dwell on how warm the puppy is, or how softly he nestles his face in the crook of his shoulder.

And definitely not the way he can feel the pup drifting off to sleep as he starts down the sidewalk in the opposite direction. Gentle puffs against his skin, his curly tail twitching against his wrist.

“Kotaro! There you are!”

The engraving on the pup’s collar has led him to a tiny little shop a few minutes from the port. A bit shabby with a torn sign on the top and windows that have definitely seen better days, and he’s about to turn tail (no pun intended) until he sees someone nearly fly out through the set of double doors.

“Kotaro!” Your voice is strained, tears streaming down your cheeks as you sweep the puppy into your arms. Clutching him as tight as you can, smoothing down the fur on his head as he stirs awake from his little nap. “I was worried sick… How did you escape again?! I could’ve sworn I locked the doors… You’re just lucky I came back downstairs when I did—or else you would’ve been out there all night long!”

The puppy only wags his tail, staring up at you with those silly eyes and sweet little “smile.” He knows it’s your weakness, how could you be angry at a face like that?

Oh, well. As long as he’s safe, you can’t really hold a grudge against him. Not when he’s back in your arms, safe and sound, and it’s just the two of you, just as it always should be.

It’s only when you hear someone clear their throat that you realize you’re actually not alone. You hastily wipe your eyes with the back of your hand—it’s a little difficult with a nearly-twenty-pound dog in your arms—and stare up at the man before you. Kotaro’s savior, your savior. And suddenly you feel a fresh wave of tears surge forth.

“Thank you for bringing him back! I’m so sorry if he’s caused you any trouble, I know he has a habit of bothering people when he sneaks out—I thought I’d kept him inside this time! He just has a thing for running away like the little troublemaker he is. He’s still young, hopefully he’ll grow out of it when he’s older, maybe he’ll mellow out and settle down, and then…”

You bite your tongue and avert your eyes. No need to scare off the stranger with your incessant rambling, especially after he was so nice to bring Kotaro back to you. But he only shakes his head, a soft smile on his lips as he tips his hat over his eyes.

“Don’t worry about it, he didn’t cause too much trouble.” He lifts a hand, allowing Kotaro to sniff him before scratching the fur beneath his chin. “Keep an eye on him, though. You don’t want him getting lost out there, especially this time of night.”

“I know… I swear, he’s gonna give me gray hairs before the end of the year. The other dogs aren’t even this mischievous, I don’t know where he got it from!”

Wait, other dogs?

He glances over your shoulder, towards the dingy windows of the shop. Pet supplies and part-time shelter, the sign plastered on the glass says. And sure enough, the closer he looks at your outfit, he can see little bits of dog fur clinging to the fabric—some gray, some brown, some white, and then a hint of orange thanks to Kotaro.

Just how many dogs do you have in there?

“Anyway, I just wanna say I really appreciate you bringing him back here. You didn’t have to, I know you’re probably busy. Let me just run inside and get my wallet, I think I have some left over if you want—”

But he’s quick to shut you down with a shake of his head, even a wave of his hands for emphasis. No money, he’s already got plenty of that to spare. And besides, it doesn’t sit right with him, paying him for something that should come naturally to any decent person.

And he doesn’t want to sound mean, but judging from the shape of that little shop of yours, you look like you can use every last cent you have.

“Oh, if you say so… But still, why don’t I make it up to you sometime?”

An uneasy silence settles in the air between you; Chuuya blinks as he watches you shift your weight, partially hiding your face in Kotaro’s fur.

“…I mean, you don’t have to—I just wanna pay you back some way! Maybe I can treat you to lunch one of these days? I don’t have many days off, but I can make it work! Or maybe…do you have a dog of your own? I can give you a discount on anything in the shop!” You throw an arm out to the double doors behind you, still holding Kotaro to your chest. “Name it and it’s yours! I really don’t mind, it’s just me here anyway. Well, me and the dogs, all nine of us.”

Wait, nine, including yourself…

“You have eight of them?!”

A laugh bubbles up in your throat at the look on Chuuya’s face. He reminds you of a child on Christmas morning, staring at the presents strewn around the glowing tree. He doesn’t seem one to enjoy the company of dogs, given his fancy attire and confident aura.

And yet, he still brought Kotaro back home, when he could’ve easily turned and walked the other way. You’ve learned not to judge a book by its cover, after all.

“Eight dogs, and hopefully more by the end of the year.” Your cheeks grow warm beneath his startling blue gaze. (His eyes are really pretty up close, aren’t they?) “…I can tell you all about them on our lunch date, if you’re interested.”

He blinks, eyes flitting back and forth between you and the dog in your arms. You’ve got guts, he’ll give you that; he can see it in the way you talk to him, the way you hold the puppy in your arms. Gentle as ever, but a fire brimming in your eyes. You love this dog, no doubt about it.

And you’ve got seven more inside? Do you love them all the same amount?

What breeds are they? How did you come to adopt so many dogs at once? Or did you adopt them at once, or sporadically over the years?

So many questions, and yet the night is crawling by. He shakes his head again, giving Kotaro one last scratch behind the ears, before meeting your gaze once more.

“Lunch sounds perfect, doll.”

Your lips pull up in a smile, and he can’t help but notice how it nearly matches the one on Kotaro’s face. Bright and eager, melting under the attention of the ones around you.

And yet your smile is infinitely prettier, and he finds himself thinking about it as he starts the familiar journey back home, as the night hours slowly tick by.

#chuuya nakahara #chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya x y/n #chuuya x you #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x you #bsd x you #bsd x y/n #bsd x reader #bsd fics #puppy love

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itsmeatballworld · 3 months

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| silver tongue |

pairing | husband!harwin strong x f!wife!reader [she/her pronouns used, written in 3rd person]

summary | a steamy moment alone with your husband is quickly interrupted.

warning | smut so 18+ only!! oral [f! Receiving], breeding kink if you squint.

wc | 800

a/n | again I’m adding my AO3 only fics to my tumblr just to clean everything up! Love me some harwin strong 💕 he deserved a family 😭

Her hands gripped the fine curls of his head. She withered under his weight moments before his mouth was on her body, diving between her legs with such force she nearly saw stars.

It was magical - his tongue. Fierce yet gentle, he worked her sensitive cunt under the sheets of their small bed. He licked her clit with broad strokes, then tighter circles, driving her wild.

She whined, “Harwin please.”

His mouth continued to suck and lick, inching her closer to the inevitable height of her orgasm. She begged for release, for an end to the constant pleasure, tightening her legs around his head.

Harwin chuckled as he lifted just enough to speak but still be close to her core. “My princess,” he whispered as his thick finger slipped inside her. “I need you to cum.”

“Please.” Her hand snuck up to her breast, squeezing at the sensitive skin.

There was nothing this man couldn’t make her feel. Love. Lust. Happy. But tonight he was teasing her.

The slick sounds of his wife’s pleasuring was something dirty and only for their ears. He loved when she could barely contain herself, bucking under his touch. Begging for him.

Harwin’s lips returned to her throbbing cunt. He sucked as his fingers continued their rhythmic pattern in and out.

She whimpered, clamping her mouth shut out of fear she was getting too rowdy. “Fuck, fuck, fuck me—”

“Mm, I would, but then we might make another baby.” His head peered out from under the grey sheets. The curly brown hair she loved fell just below his chin.

With shallow breaths, she groaned as his lips trailed up to her neck. His hands still firm between her legs.

“Give me another child then. I need you. I’m empty without you.”

Harwin was no small man. He was big in all sense of the word. From his size and strength, to more private areas. Saying such things would earn her a toe-curling fuck and a babe come next summer.

She mewled as his bare cock pinned against her stomach. Erect and begging for entry, Harwin laid against his wife. He groaned at the mere graze of his cock against her supple skin.

“Say it again, princess.”

She swallowed. Aching for him. He adjusted her legs as he slid his hefty body between them.

“Again.” His tip brushed her wetness.

A pleading moan left her lips as she tried to form the words. Her mind was in sensation overload every time he touched her.

“Say it again, my love.”

“I need you. P-please—”

The handle of their bedroom door jiggled.

“Mommy? Is daddy home?” Small footsteps pad the floor outside their bedroom door.

“Uh,” She exhaled. “Y-yes, darling.”

The space was small for the family of four, but it was usually enough space. Just not enough when the parents wished for some private time.

Harwin shifted away from her body and covered himself. His pants were nearby. A light tunic tossed towards her just as Harwin exited the bed.

She admired his form in all its naked glory. Gods how she wished her children slept tonight.

“I’m home,” he shot his wife an apologetic glance.

Later, she mouthed. But there would be no later.

Once the eldest son Aeric stepped through the doorway with sleepy eyes and bedhead, so did the little girl. All with dark brown hair and matching eyes to their father.

“Why are you sweaty?” Cienna, their daughter of two, mumbled. Her stuffed toy dangled from her arms as she tried to climb the two person bed.

Harwin already slipped into his thin trousers and was completely reddened by the children hearing them.

“Why doesn’t daddy get us all some water? Then we can snuggle in bed, hm?”

“Yes!” Cienna cheers as she rests her head against her mother’s chest.

“We missed our father,” Aeric jumped onto the bed. He was tall for a six year old, but from the stories Harwin told her, so was his father at his age.

“I missed him too.” She snuggled her children close, so exhausted and wired from the evening.

She missed her husband every day he was not home. Each time he left the house was another day she’d hope he’d be back by sunset. His job required him to survey and protect the realm. And he did a great job, but it was great to have him home before the sun rose.

Cienna yawned, tucking the stuffed toy under her chin. “G’night, mommy.”

…

When Harwin returned, four glasses huddled in his large hands, his wife was asleep.

Gorgeous as always, he hummed.

Then on each side of her were the children. Nestled up to their mother for warmth and comfort, he smiled at the sweetest sight he’d seen all week.

The glasses weighed in his hands. The look of sheer predictability washed over his features. He figured they’d all be fast asleep. The smile that came after was pure joy.

“More for me then,” he smirked as he sipped one of the glasses.

Before long, he joined his family for only a moment before Cienna kicked him in her sleep.

He’d sleep on the ground tonight, it seems.

a/n 2.0 : and I’m still in love with him 💞

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tadashisdisaster · 8 months

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Hello! How do you feel about writing daddy!chan?

Cw / Twˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Pet names, love, sweet thing, baby, a bit of fluff, Soft Dom ! Chan, a wee bit of breeding kink, mention of marking, porn with some plot bc Chan works hard, pussy slapping, squirting, Chan takes a pic of fucked out reader, small overstem, cussing OFCCC, reader uses daddy once?, if I forgot anything let me know🤍 Tadashi’s Tangerine addition🍊

AN~ 😱daddy Chan?! I was about to dm you to ask you what you meant, but my introverted ass decided not to. Torn between dad Chan or kinky daddy Chan✋🏻💀. I’m a bit slow, I haven’t slept properly in a month now😂😂

Your soft pants and Chan’s low groans was the only sound heard that night. “Fuck baby, y’so tight-“ his breath hitched in his throat. He’d been away for so long. You missed him so much it hurt being apart for so long.

You bounced on the tips of your toes, excitedly holding the white paper sign that read ‘Channie’. You look around, eyes wandering to a man dressed in black cargo pants and a tight black shirt to match. His curly hair bounced with every swift step he took.

You squeal and run towards him. “CHANNIEE!” Chan drops his duffel bag, lets go of his suitcase handle, and opens his arms bending his knees a little so he can scoop you up in a bear hug. “I missed you sweet thing.” You giggle as he put you down, your hands resting on his biceps. You hum, shyly looking down at the ground, then back at him through your eyelashes.

“I missed you too Chris.” You give him a soft smile, and a quick peck on his lips. “Let’s go home, yeah?” You grab his suit case and slowly run away (if you can imagine that?). He gives you a goofy, love struck smile, grabs his duffle from off the floor and runs after you.

Quickly catching up, he tousles your hair and takes your hand swaying your intertwined hands as he talks about his tour.

Chan had your legs spread wide, squeezing here and there at your plush thighs. He drives you insane with his slow yet deep thrusts, making mewl and claw at his back. He marked your neck, tits, and thighs with dark purple and pink splotches. He snaps a quick pic of you dazed, and shiny with sweat and spit covering your body.

“Sweet, sweet thing. So drunk on daddy’s cock hm?” You don’t respond, just moan and whimper his name. Chan slaps your pussy making jolt from the stinging pleasure. “Answer me love.”

“Mmm, love daddy’s cock, feel you right here.” You guide one of his hands to your lower tummy. Chan pokes the small bulge making both of you moan. “Fuck, that’s so hot-“ Chan bites his lip, his hips becoming erratic.

“Oh fuck Chris-“ he smirks drilling his cock into your raw cunt, “You like that baby? Feels good huh?” He says between harsh thrust. You roll your eyes to the back of your head. You felt your orgasm approaching. “O-oh, d’s-stop, m’so close.” You slur. Chan rubs fast circles on your sensitive clit.

You dig your nails into Chans back making him groan into your neck. You squirt, his unwavering thrust spraying your juices all over his and your stomach. He was quick to follow after you, pushing your legs up to your chest. Chan throws his head back, coral lips parting in ecstasy. “Fuck sweet thing, gonna let fill you up like the good girl you are, shit shit shiiiittt-“

His hips sputtering as he fills you to the brim with his warm seed. He thrusts 3 more times before pulling out. “Can’t let that go to waste Hm baby?” He gathers his cum that was leaking from your raw and abused hole, stuffing it all back in, fingers slowly going in and out of your pussy. He leans over to give you a gentle kiss to your lips and cheek, removing his fingers from your warm walls.

You both sigh. You roll over to face Chan. He was giving you a cheeky smile, “What?” You breathe out a laugh.

“Round 2?”

Thank you for reading my Tangerine Addition fic🍊

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