#I don’t think I’d ever get bored of playing with this man’s hair

[ponderingmoonlight]

Telling Sukuna you're pregnant after not seeing him for 500 years

Pairing: Sukuna x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,4k

Synopsis: For more than 1.500 years, you found yourself in a love and hate relationship with none other than Ryomen Sukuna. But when he began to ignore you for more than 500 years, you decide to bind him to you forever - with the help of a pregnancy that shouldn't be possible...

Warnings: (y/n) is a real femme fatale aka bad bitch in this, mentions of smut, language language language, mentions of abuse towards Sukuna, mentions of pregnancy

Click here for Part ll

Your heels click against the floor casually as you swing your hips from side to side, a satisfied grin plastered on your face.

Finally. The sensation of his presence almost swallowed you whole just like it always did. Oh, how long you’ve waited for this damn moment, how you longed for him to finally appear again. Good for you that that brat decided to swallow your former lover back then.

Well, lover might be the wrong word to describe your relationship. Do you like Ryomen Sukuna? No, absolutely not. Just the thought of being around him sends your eyes into your skull immediately. Do you hate him?

“Can you shut up already? I’m…ah!”

“Stop talking, asshole”, you moaned against his parted lips, the sensation of him mercilessly thrusting into you almost swallowing you whole.

“You’re the worst woman I’ve ever met”, he hissed through gritted teeth, picking up his pace just the way you like it.

“I hate you”, you cried on top of your lungs while digging your nails into his shoulders to pull him even closer, to feel him even better.

You snort. Well, let’s just stay your relationship is rather complicated. But good for you, you took matters into your own hands.

“What do you think you’re doing there, huh?”, you casually question, bored eyes resting on that curse that kneels in front of the pink-haired boy.

“And who are you?”

Oh, it seems like this thing is a brave one. By the look of it and how he carries himself, he might be a special grade curse, he could be quite strong. But definitely not strong enough to even talk to you. You shake your head in amusement, fingers playing with a strand of hair.

“None of your business. I’m here to talk to Sukuna about something important, so get out the way before I drown you.”

“Get in line then. I am the one who will bring him back to life. He needs to assist us.”

“You must feel so brave and strong, huh? But still, you’re too dumb to realize who’s standing in front of you. Let me say it one last time, just because I’m in a good mood today: Get.out.my.way.”

You caress your belly mindlessly. Oh, you really do have some excited news. His face will be priceless when he hears your words. It’s his fault, after all. Who does he think he is to silently disappear for more than 500 years, leaving you alone without even saying goodbye? Looks like Sukuna is sick of you. Well, you’ll definitely bind him to you for the rest of your damned life. Maybe you should film it. What are those things called? Smartphones? Damn, you’re definitely too old for that dumb shit of those stupid humans.

“I’d get out of her way if I was you, curse. Or even better, go back where you came from and spare me with your bullshit, (y/n).”

That dark and unpromising voice, that annoyed undertone. Your eyes widen in nothing but excitement as well as your grin, unnecessary heart almost beating out of your chest. Finally, after all those years.

He’s back.

Ryomen Sukuna is finally back.

“I’m not going anywhere. There’s something very important we have to talk about”, you reply.

Hungrily, you take in his sight. He really does look different in that boy’s body. No wonder, after all he’s still a minor. You scrunch your nose, just the thought of getting close to this shell of a man…

Gross.

“Why are you looking at me like that, huh? Don’t you have somewhere to be, (y/n)?”

He can’t deny it, how desperately he has to supress a sly grin by just one look at you. How do you manage to always look this hot, to make his mind wander? Sukuna hates you with every fiber of his being, how you seem to always be two steps ahead of him. Him, the king of curses. Him, the one who should be in control. Him, who is technically stronger, older and more experienced than you. But oh, you do it so well while wearing that black dress and your pair of heels, the mischievous look on your face simply taking his breath away.

“Don’t worry about me pretty boy, I’m exactly where I should be”, you purr.

Elegantly, you bend down towards him, almost revealing your panties in the process. Your hand glides over his firm chest and wraps around his neck, putting pressure on his windpipe ever so gently.

“Would y’all mind to just leave? We need a little more privacy.”

Nobody dares to move, your sheer presence stopping both girls and Jogo in their tracks. You might not be as powerful as Sukuna, but the way you act alone is enough to tell them you are no one to be messed with.

And the stinging fact that the king of curses literally allows you to choke him.

“W-we…We need to talk to Sukuna”, a female voice behind you speaks out.

Urgh, is a simple no not enough? You roll your eyes in sheer annoyance, making Sukuna almost shiver in excitement of what comes next.

“Listen, I tried to be nice, but you brats are testing me. I don’t have time for stupid shit like that, okay?”

One snap. One little innocent movement of your finger is enough to slice both of their heads off in the split of a second, sparing the curse standing behind you only by inches.

“If you don’t want to die right here and now, leave before I’m completely losing it, curse.”

“What’s wrong, (y/n)? Did something upset you?”

Your attention goes back to the force of a man in front of you, who lifts himself off the ground effortlessly.

“Well, I was pretty mad when I found out that you found a vessel and didn’t care enough to let me know. After all, I haven’t seen you in…how many years? 500, maybe?”

“Maybe you should leave, then. Because I didn’t miss you a single bit”, Sukuna suggests innocently.

Your bodies are so close to each other that he can’t ignore the heat radiating from your frame anymore. Why do you have to look so enticing in your short black dress? And what is that look on your face?

“Ouch, I’m here because I have something very important to tell you-“

“Get in line then, I don’t have time for your shit right now-“

Your nerves tingle in excitement when you pin him against the destroyed wall behind him.

This. This is the moment you worked you hard for, the moment you’ve been waiting for since he disappeared into darkness.

“I’m pregnant, Sukuna.”

The smile on his face disappears in an instant, you watch in sheer amusement as he turns pale as snow. This is too good to be true, absolutely priceless.

“So you fucked with somebody else, huh?”

“Both you and I know that it’s not possible for a simple human or curse to impregnate a woman like me.”

Oh, he knows damn well that you’re right. Frantically, he pushes his large hand against your stomach, searching for a sign of life. You have to be joking. He was gone for ages. And even though he wasn’t able to not get a taste of you, to not sink into your inviting flesh from time to time, there simply is no possibility, it can’t be true…

His soul leaves his body, breath getting stuck in his throat.

There it is, a tiny movement, a minor heartbeat.

You are indeed pregnant.

“There is no way”, he breathes out.

“Ask be how I did it.”

Your face is only inches away from his, maniac grin laughing down at him. You’ve had this plan in your mind for a long time. After he slipped through your fingers and didn’t return for literal years, you needed a plan. A plan to force him to stay by your side, a plan to bind him to you forever.

Ryomen Sukuna will always be yours. And you made sure of that.

“To be honest, it wasn’t hard to get what I needed for it. You aren’t especially careful when it comes to-“

“It shouldn’t even be possible”, he interrupts you breathlessly.

“You…You little bitch.”

You laugh at him hysterically as he throws you against the wall and chokes you until you see stars.

“Congrats, dear Sukuna. I’m sure you’ll be the best dad ever”, you choke out while sticking out your tongue.  

“And you’ll stay with me until the end of time.”

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[bakubunny]

😁 Alphabet for Bakugo or Kirishima, then. Your choice as I can't choose between them myself. 😋 Lol. Thank you for doing this! (I love these things)

nsfw alphabet: katsuki

enjoy! tw: f!reader, bodily fluids other than cum

aftercare -> he’s quiet and cuddly. also unexpectedly sappy and romantic in his own grumpy way. dom!kats follows your aftercare routine to a T and doesn’t deviate unless you ask.

body part -> even i can’t deny that katsuki is an ass man, no question about it (tho i kinda wish it wasn’t true). he’ll use your ass as a pillow any chance he gets. on himself, probably his shoulders or his hair.

cum -> i’m with @callm3senpaii on this one, he cums a lot. he also leaks a lot. he eats clean so it doesn’t taste terrible. he likes to see his cum on and in you.

dirty secret -> yes, he’s possessive as hell, but he’s okay sharing with friends… as long as he fucks you last, and gets to show everyone that he fucks you better than all of them.

experience -> either he’s very experienced because he’s hot and had a fuckboy era in his early 20s (or maybe just a long term partner), or he’s absolutely clueless because he’s been so focused on his career that he didn’t really get into a relationship. no in between.

favorite position -> doggy or modified doggy. anything where you’re bent over and he can fuck you like a ragdoll. special mention to missionary & holding you up to fuck you against a wall bc he’s more intimate than you’d think.

goofy -> he’s very serious in bed. there’s no question.

hair -> he’s cute and blonde all over. 🥺 katsuki likes to keep everything neat or shaved for comfort, but he’ll let his cute lil happy trail & a lil bit of a bush grow if he knows it turns you on.

intimacy -> he’s surprisingly intimate and romantic - at least when he loves the person he’s fucking. he’s almost too intense sometimes. his eyes bore into yours as if you’re the only person that matters, the only other person in existence, and he needs you to know it.

jack off -> he’s the type to fuck a fleshlight like he’s on top of you. he’ll let you watch if you ask nicely and play with yourself for him.

kink -> i actually don’t think he has a lot of kinks. if i had to pick, i’d say anal play/sex (giving) and rimming (giving and receiving) to start bc see above. also probably receiving praise.

location -> literally anywhere but beds/couches are nice. why do you think the couch in his office at the agency is way bigger and comfier than it needs to be?

motivation -> he won’t admit it, but he likes massages (especially his neck and hands) and when you run your hands over his body. loves it when you run your hands through his hair, kiss his neck. and frankly, just looking at you is enough to drive him crazy.

no -> cnc. he’ll rough you up as much as you could ever want, make you a snotty, drooling, fucked out mess, maybe even degrade or humiliate you if he knows without a doubt it’s consensual. but the second there’s any kind of resistance or fear in your eyes, he’s done. it scares the shit out of him to think you’d ever fear him, even if it’s all play.

oral -> katsuki prefers giving. he’ll let you suck his dick as much as you want, though. enjoys it more than he lets on; it makes him feel vulnerable to feel so much at once, so he’d rather give and hear you fall apart.

pace -> it’s katsuki. he’s fast and rough, but not because he means to be. he underestimates his strength and his natural inclination is to rush. slow and sensual is something he has to learn, and he eventually comes to crave it more and more the older he gets.

quickie -> he enjoys them a lot, but his dick size gets in the way. he finds ways to make it work, assuming you’re willing.

risk -> yes, he’ll experiment to a point. he’s not quite as “try anything” as say, kiri, but he’ll try most things.

stamina -> katsuki can last long enough usually, but he goes multiple rounds per session. i’m gonna say 2-4 before he’s done but i might say more if it didn’t seem too unrealistic. his refractory time is a few minutes to almost nonexistent; increases as he gets older.

toys -> he has silicone sleeves for himself and maybe a couple of small backdoor things but he’s also got a high powered wand and might get toys specifically for his s/o that he keeps separate.

unfair -> i eluded to this yesterday; at least in his 20s, i see him as being impatient and having a difficult time slowing down enough to do much teasing, let alone edging. the older he gets though, the more he enjoys it and the easier it is. dilf!bkg can keep teasing for a while - until you’re begging. but i think ultimately he’s probably more into overstim than teasing.

volume -> probably not as loud/vocal as you’d expect given how loud he is in general. he’ll groan some and whatnot but he’s more focused on other things. he talks some as well and likes to hear you respond (or rather your inability to).

wild card -> see below the cut if you so wish. this one’s gonna be truly gross and maybe a little controversial, sorry fam. cw: mention of bodily fluids. bonus hc: he’ll kiss your feet unprompted assuming they’re clean when your ankles are on his shoulders.

x ray -> i’ve gone into specific detail about what’s in his pants before, so i won’t dwell on it much. but katsuki is a fairly big guy - everywhere. including his dick. he’s not so big that it wouldn’t be believable if you’d overheard it or smth, but big enough that he’s gotten turned down because of it.

yearning -> damn near insatiable, at least in his 20s. he could go multiple rounds once or twice a day.

zzz -> it depends. sometimes he’s out like a light, other times, he’ll have more energy after than he did before.

wild card -> he would try piss play at least once or twice if you asked. has probably wondered what it would be like to get peed on, but has spent more time thinking about pissing on his partner… specifically face and tits. and surprisingly, his interest in it doesn’t stem from humiliation or degradation. it’s just a really intimate and vulnerable thing to engage in and that’s the part that interests him.

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[bellewintersroe]

Max Verstappen x HornerDaughter!

Max apologises to Leni for his actions prior to that evening. Leni doesn’t think she’s the one Max should be sorry to. Tension ensues. Kinda just a filler chapter.

Part 3, here is the link to part 2. Taglist: @ironmaiden1313 @callsignwidow

My eyes lingered over the Dutchman, brows furrowing and stomach churning in a deeper guilt. I was meant to be working, having the lucky of doing it remotely, but a certain Max Verstappen was distracting me. It was quiet in the room that I sat in, that’s why I chose to sit there. I would be flying back to Monaco soon, a place that was starting to become my second home, before heading to Singapore for the race there. In the meantime, I wanted to spend time with my dad whilst I could, even if that meant working alongside him. “What’re you up to, Len?” He walked over, causing my trance on Max to fade. “Really boring documents.” I spun the laptop, sighing out with each work.

“Fun, why don’t you give it a rest and come look at the cars?”

“No, you’re a terrible influence!” I teased seeing him smirk in amusement. “I don’t even know what that stuff is, graphs? What for?”

“Comparing the growth over time of each client- ah, it’s not exciting.” I pulled my laptop back. “I have to get it done by 5 so..”

“Well if you fancy a break there’s some RB19’s that want looking at.” His brows perked, clearly confused as he scanned my work. Some of it was in French, due to the office being based in Monaco. I had to go in once a month or so for meetings, apart from that I’d bagged the most flexible career in scientific studies ever. I wasn’t sure how long it would last, my brains were there for it, but I had the tendency to get bored very easily.

“Okay, cool.” I muttered, getting back to my work.

During lunch, the area I was in got thankfully very quiet, that was apart from a certain Max Verstappen checking out his and Checo’s cars, analysing his test performances.

I felt a little awkward to call out to him, especially after what happened in the Uber. Even thinking about it made my cheeks warm yet my chest simultaneously drop from guilt. I would say mixed feelings, but the guilt clouded over anything else I felt towards Max. Even if I allowed myself for a second to day dream about him, the shame would creep up on me like no other.

I glanced up to him for a second, noticing he was glimpsing in my direction, he fiddled with his cap awkwardly and I felt my heart accelerate instantly.

“Everything alright, Max?” I broke the silence, thank god. It was becoming too much to bare. I acted focused on my laptop, but in reality I wasn’t reading a single word on that screen.

“Yeah.” He quickly spoke. “Are you?” His hand ran through his hair, messing it about slightly. He looked good like that, all dishevelled. He’d allowed his facial hair to grow out even more, not messy, just manly. I took a look of him up and down in his gym wear.

“Yeah, just working.” I shrugged. “Listen..” he suddenly spoke, making his way over as my eyes were now glued to the blonde man walking nearer. “Listen?” I had to play naive to what he was about to say, maybe I should act like I didn’t remember anything? Pretend it didn’t happen completely?

“I’m sorry for the other night, I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable or anything.” He came over to the table I was sat. Uncomfortable? Why would he make me feel uncomfortable when I was the one who probably started out with these feelings in the first place?!

“You didn’t make me uncomfortable.” My laptop was pushed aside now as I stared back to him from the other end of the table. He wasn’t so good at eye contact, not when he was shy. I always thought he didn’t like me growing up, but in reality he was just an awkward, teenaged boy. Max nodded along. “You know you’d never make me uncomfortable.” I reassured. “Okay, good, I just got a bit worried-” “No don’t be.” I quickly spoke. “It’s just-” Max’s eyes were on me now, the blue reflecting against the sun making them seem brighter than usual. It took me a moment to actually get my words out, Max could look a little intimidating at times, and right now he did. “Maybe I’m not the one you should be apologising to.” He immediately rubbed over his face. “She went home, I never saw her.”

“Flew home?”

“Flew home.” Max nodded as I exhaled. “Jesus.”

“It’s my fault but now it makes it harder to… you know.” I cringed at his words. “Harder to what? Break up?” The question fell out my mouth, sounding a little harsher than it intended to.

“Do you wanna grab some food, you know, with your dad?” He very quickly changed the topic as I frowned a little.

“No, I’m good.” The two of us were staring back to one another, as though we were about to engage in some weird confrontation. I didn’t like it. It felt tense, and it never felt like this between us. Max nodded, and went to turn around awkwardly.

“Let’s just… like try to forget anything happened. Like forget you told me anything in the first place.”

“Leni, you know that won’t work..” “Whatever tried happened the other night won’t work.”

“Leni…”

“Max, I’m serious. I don’t want to know anything else about you and Kelly, I feel bad for her.” I got a little carried away as Max blinked back to me. He looked shocked, even I was shocked.

“Okay.” He seemed to perk after a minute or so. “I was drunk you know, sorry for opening up to a friend.” I let out a deep sigh at his words, watching him fully walking away now. I didn’t have it in me to say anything else, it was painfully uncomfortable in the room after that, the conversation remained heavy on my mind and you best believe I left there as soon as I possibly could.

I was walking out of the training grounds, bag full of all my work stuff as I struggled in the intense, Italian heat.

“Leeeeennnnniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!” A very dramatic call out of my name was the only thing persuading me to to turn back around.

“Oh, Lando!” I giggled out in amusement. The Brit jogged his way over, enveloping me in a quick hug. “How are you?” He questioned.

“Good, too fucking warm, but good- how about you?”

“I’m great, think I bagged myself a date for tonight.” He grinned. “Oh really? Who with?”

“Really attractive Italian girl, she’s called Mila. Look, I have pictures.” Lando pulled out his phone as I momentarily glanced up, only to see Max walking past with the same confused expression I had. I instantly looked away.

“Look, this is her…” he swiped through the pictures of the beautiful girl. “Wait, stop swiping so fast!” I laughed. “I’d pay to see your conversations with her. I hope you haven’t used anymore of those pick up lines.” I looked back up to Lando whose eyes roamed towards Max slightly.

“Oh is Max, hello!!” He waved out. Max gave out a kinda pathetic wave and half a smile with a quick greeting back before he headed off to the car.

“Well he seems happy, anyway, she…” Lando right, in a sarcastic sense. Max looked moody as hell, his jaw was tensed, even his walk was tensed. I hoped desperately I wasn’t the cause for that, and a slight panic washed over me at the thought of me causing that. Maybe I snapped a little earlier at him. Was I too blunt? I didn’t want to hurt his feelings… Fuck, my stomach was in knots, and when his car drove past, it really dawned on me how strong my feelings were for him. “She wears all these like Prada things, I think they’re fake but- are you even listening to me?”

“Yeah, sorry Lando, keep going…” I was in fact not listening.

#max verstappen x you #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen #f1 x reader

[semperama]

Soak + dosh please

This is way too long for tumblr and I'm sorry, but it totally ran away with me. Also there is going to be a Part 2, I promise. Also I'll put it on AO3 later when I can think of a title lmao. Please forgive me because I have no idea how to write Josh yet, but this was fun!!

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It’s probably crazy for Daniel to be in the back half of his 30s and still feel like a fucking imposter all the time.

He opens the door to Josh tossing a football back and forth from hand to hand, mouth curved into a grin, and has to bite down on the inside of his cheek just until it hurts, just to make sure this is real. He heard a story once—maybe an urban legend—about a man who was in a coma and thought he lived a whole entire life, great job and wife and kids and the whole nine. Sometimes he thinks that could be him. F1 driver, friends with fucking—movie stars and NFL players. It’s all a little much when just a minute ago he was a kid with goofy hair and crooked teeth and a sense of humor no one got.

“Hey,” Josh says, with his stupid handsome face. “Good to see you, man.”

Daniel steps back to let Josh in and wills the blood vessels in his face to fucking cool it. “Welcome to my humble abode,” he jokes. Another thing to be self-conscious about, this stupid-huge house that’s always empty. It’d be great for parties, but Daniel’s never thrown one.

They should have made other plans, Daniel thinks. A concert. A movie. A bar. Hanging out at home—who does that? Teenagers?

“Humble indeed,” Josh says with a chuckle, elbowing Daniel in the ribs as he walks by. “They don’t pay you anything to drive those cars, huh?”

“Yeah, I’m barely scraping by.” Daniel settles into the banter, grateful for it. “Can I get you anything? I have water, stale bread, maybe some mouse droppings…”

Josh throws his head back at that one, his laugh sending electric tingles down Daniel’s spine. “No beer hidden anywhere?” he asks, and Daniel grins at him, indulgent.

“I think I can rustle one up for you, maybe.”

He waves Josh out to the patio and then heads into the kitchen to grab two bottles out of the fridge. It’s the middle of the season, just a couple weeks until he has to be in Austin, so he probably should be sticking to clear liquor if anything, but who’s here to judge him?

“Did you bring that for me?” Daniel asks when he emerges into the sunshine, nodding at the football Josh cradles in one palm as the takes the beer bottle from Daniel with the other.

The corner of Josh’s mouth tilts upward. “You just about creamed yourself last time we tossed the ball around,” he says. “I figured I’d make your day.”

“My year, more like.” Daniel can’t deny it; Josh has his number on this one. “I don’t want you to be bored, though. You do this for a living.”

“You ever get tired of racing?” Josh asks.

Daniel chuckles, shaking his head. “Touche.”

There’s no grassy field behind Daniel’s house to play in, but they make do with the long strip of pool deck, all the chairs pushed to the side. At first, they just toss the ball back and forth lazily. That’s honestly enough for Daniel, just watching the satisfying spiral of the ball and feeling the slap of leather against his palms. It’s warm and breezy and Josh keeps grinning at him—he could do it all fucking day.

But eventually he gets antsy, wants to make sure Josh is still having fun, so he starts trying to make things difficult, prancing back and forth, sometimes running to the other side of the pool. It feels better when Josh is laughing at him. It feels like he’s pulling his weight.

“Come on, really throw one,” he says, holding his hands up in preparation. Josh chuckles at him, pulls his arm back, hesitates, and then lets it fly. This time, when it hits Daniel’s hands, the sound is loud, echoing. It fucking stings.

Daniel wants it again.

“Is that, like, your maximum?” he asks as he lobs it back.

Josh grins and shakes his head. “Nah, man. I don’t want to hurt you. You gotta be able to hold a steering wheel in a few days.”

“Oh, come on,” Daniel says, hopping from foot to foot and shaking out his arms. “You won’t hurt me. I can take it.”

Josh quirks and eyebrow at him. “You sure do talk a big talk, Ricciardo.”

All the blood rushes to Daniel’s face. He can only hope he’s already red enough from exertion and the sun that Josh won’t notice. Josh seems so fucking implacable, but Daniel’s been soaked in sweat and breathing hard for a while now, his t-shirt clinging to his chest. He pinches the fabric and unsticks it, letting some of the breeze in, but doesn’t help much.

“Just once,” Daniel says, unable to help the pleading note in his voice. “I want to know what it’s like.”

Josh walks over to the table near the house where their sweating beer bottles sit and takes a long swig. Daniel watches the bob of his throat, watches him lick the moisture from his bottom lip when he sets the bottle back down. When he turns back toward Daniel, he starts tossing the ball from hand to hand again, putting a spin on it, the silence stretching until it makes Daniel’s skin prickle with discomfort.

“Alright,” Josh says at last, “but I don’t want to hear your crying if it hurts.” He beckons Daniel with two fingers. “Come here. I need to show you how to catch it first.”

“I know how to catch it,” Daniel says, but he jogs over anyway.

“You know how to catch a ball thrown by a buddy,” Josh says. When Daniel stops a couple feet away, Josh lunges for his wrist and drags him in closer. “You don’t know how to catch a pass thrown by one of the most powerful arms in the NFL.”

“Fuck,” Daniel says, embarrassingly, out loud. He jerks his wrist out of Josh’s hand and wipes his palms on his shorts. “Fine, fine. Show me, then.”

Josh tucks the ball into his armpit, then cups his hands together, a foot or so out from his chest. “This is the way you have been catching it,” he says. “Which is good if you’re a professional receiver. But this time—” He brings his hands to his chest and turns his palms upward— “let it hit your chest first and kinda fall into your hands.”

He motions for Daniel to show him, and Daniel mimics his hand placement as best he can, hands cupped near his stomach. Josh rolls his eyes and puts his hands under Daniel’s, nudging them upward and squeezing, molding them into the shape he wants. His fingers are softer than Daniel thought they’d be, maybe a little callused but still gentle. Daniel can feel his heart thundering against his ribs, and he can only hope Josh can’t feel it too, close as he is.

“And, uh,” Daniel says, voice cracking, “what’ll happen if I don’t to it right?”

“Oh, nothin’ much.” Josh grins, winks at him. “Just a broken finger or two, maybe. But I hear you already have some experience with that anyway.”

Daniel lets out a nervous, high-pitched giggle. “Christ.”

“I’m just messing with you,” Josh says. “I’ve never broken anyone’s fingers.” He pushes on Daniel’s shoulder, like he’s trying to wrestle some of the tension out of him, then points past Daniel’s ear to the far side of the pool. “Go to that corner over there. Then put your hands like I showed you. I’ll put the ball where it needs to be, and you’ll be fine.”

If Josh keeps talking like that, Daniel’s pretty sure he’s going to embarrass the hell out of himself. His shorts are too loose, too thin, and he’s already half hard in them. He wonders, sometimes, if players get like this during games, if it’s normal to be turned on by the perfect tight spiral or the smack of leather against your skin. He’s not sure if it’s the game, the thrill of it, or if it’s Josh, all that power right up close, all of it focused on Daniel.

He turns and jogs back over to the far side of the pool, getting as close to the edge of the deck as he dares. Sweat is dripping into his eyes, and swiping a forearm across his head doesn’t help much. After this, a cold shower. He fucking needs it.

“Alright,” Josh calls to him, “you ready?”

Daniel puts his hands in position and looks to Josh for approval. “Like this?”

“That’s fine,” Josh says. “A little higher, maybe.” Daniel brings his hands up another inch, and Josh nods at him. “That’s good. Now…don’t move.”

The windup feels like it takes forever. Daniel watches Josh’s arm, the bulge of his bicep, the way the muscles of his forearm shift as he brings the football up past his ear. His feet jig a little, his body arcs back. The expression on his face—it’s like he’s already so fucking pleased with himself, and he ball hasn’t even left his hand yet. Daniel wants to reach down and adjust himself, but he can’t move. He isn’t allowed to move. Josh told him not to.

Then, suddenly, the ball is shooting through the air, so fast Daniel can’t even track it like he should. Good thing Josh is a pro and didn’t need Daniel to track it. It hits his chest right where it was supposed to, so hard it nearly knocks the wind out of him, and his fingers curl around it instinctively, hugging it into his body.

“Holy fuck, mate,” Daniel says in disbelief. His palms are still stinging from the last throw, and now his chest aches, and—he feels like he’s losing his mind, but he wants more. It’s still not enough. He wants to catch ten more passes like this. Twenty. He wants his whole chest to hurt, his whole body to be one big bruise.

“You okay?” Josh says, and suddenly he’s right there in front of Daniel again, prying the football out of his hands. “All good?”

“Yeah, I—” Unthinkingly, Daniel reaches down and lifts up the hem of his shirt, looks down at his chest. He expected—maybe was hoping—to see a mark there already, but the skin is just a little red, a faint starburst in the center of his breastbone.

“You’ll have a hell of a bruise there tomorrow,” Josh says. He pokes the spot with two fingers, and the throb of pain makes Daniel’s dick throb in sympathy. If Josh looks down, Daniel’s fucked.

Of course, Josh does look down.

“Hmm.” The sound comes from somewhere deep in Josh’s chest, and this time Daniel’s whole body throbs. “Is that for me? Or the ball?”

That nervous laugh bubbles out of Daniel’s mouth again. He feels so fucking unsexy right now, like he’s in one of those nightmares where’s he’s shown up to school in his underwear. “I dunno, dude,” he says. “You get a personal demonstration of the talent of someone you admire and see how you react.”

“Mhm,” Josh hums again, thoughtfully this time. “No, I know.”

He touches Daniel again, pressing his thumb against the spot on Daniel’s chest and rubbing gently. Anymore of this, and Daniel’s going to have to climb out of his own skin. He takes a deep, shaky breath and pastes on a smile, then steps backward so Josh’s hand is hovering in midair, nothing left to touch.

“Anyway.” Daniel steps out of his shoes. He tugs his shirt off the rest of the way, refusing to notice whether Josh is still looking or not. “I gotta get out of this heat. You coming?”

He’s a coward, but he doesn’t wait for Josh’s answer, only steps around him and takes a flying leap into the pool. The cool water closes over his head like relief. He floats there, weightless, until his lungs burn.

#daniel/josh #dosh #my writing #f1 #sorta #sorry but i had to post this right away #because i'm self-conscious and i'll never post it if i don't post it right now ahaha

[somanyratsinthewalls]

HI HI HELLO, Just saw your recs. we’re open and i thought i’d chime in! Maybe both Usopp and the strawhat reader are virgins, and decide to have their first time together to “be more experienced”? but..it’s ends up being friends to lovers!! feel free to ignore if you don’t like it or don’t feel comfortable filling it tho!

HI FRIEND!!

Pairing: Usopp x Afab!Reader

WC: 2900 ehehehe

Summary: You and your close friend Usopp decide to bite the bullet and lose your virginity to each other to get that awkward first time out of the way. Will it lead to more?

TW: alcohol consumption, nicotine consumption (don’t do it!), virginity loss, first time awkwardness, making out, fingering, heavy petting, condom usage, early bustin, p in v sex, they're so cute idk

Tags: My moot @usopp-enjoyer hope you love it (also pls enjoy other Usopp fuckers)

— —

“I’m way more of a tits guy. I mean, I’m not one to ignore a nice ass, but a super rack is really what does it for me.” Franky remarks taking a swig of his cola as he sits at the table with Sanji, Zoro and Usopp after dinner aboard the Sunny one night. 

“How could you even choose? The female form is perfect, I simply can’t choose one part over the other.” Sanji smiles dreamily as he takes a drag from his cigarette. “If I did have to pick, the view of a gorgeous ass bouncing while being taken from behind has to be the most perfect sight of all time.” 

“You’ve never seen that a day in your life, shitty cook.” Zoro smirks and takes a big gulp of sake. 

“I’ve certainly seen it more than you, moss head! All you care about is playing with your stupid swords, I doubt you’ve ever been with a woman like that!” Sanji furrows his curly brows and shouts at the swordsman.

“Obviously I have, it’s the best way to take a girl. Gripping her hair and just drilling into her until she’s screaming…” Zoro leans back in his chair, seemingly visualizing the act. 

“Jeez guys… can we not?” Usopp felt his face heat up at the lewd conversation. He was hoping the focus didn’t turn to him being so obviously inexperienced. The discourse continued despite his protest. 

“Nah bro, don’t sleep on missionary! If you think missionary is boring, you’re just bad at sex!” Franky loudly exclaims. 

“You have a point. How could it possibly be boring? Looking down and seeing a woman writhing around under your touch? Being able to watch her face as she cums? Absolute perfection.” Sanji brings his fingers to his lips and mimics a chef’s kiss. 

“I-I’m heading to bed, night guys.” Usopp quickly excuses himself from the table, face flushed with embarrassment and nervousness. He swiftly heads out from the galley to the deck and found you sitting up against the railing of the ship enjoying a glass of wine and a cigarette. 

You turn your head in the direction of the man leaving the galley and smile. 

“Hi Usopp, how’s everything going with the boys?” You ask. 

“Oh, uh, hi y/n. Good. I mean um? Fine I guess. I was gonna go to bed.” He stutters out nervously, unable to make eye contact with you. 

“Are you okay? Your face is bright red and you seem uncomfortable. I mean… more uncomfortable than usual.” You say with a hint of concern in your voice. “Come sit with me?” You pat the spot next to you on the deck. You always were better at reading Usopp than he was at reading himself. 

Usopp lets out a big sigh and sits down cross legged next to you and puts his head in his hands propped up on his elbows on his knees. 

“It just got kind of weird in there. I hate when they go on and on about… you know… sex…” Usopp finally admits. 

“And it makes you uncomfortable because you’ve never had sex, right?”

He nods. 

“I know how you feel. Nami and Robin do the same thing. I know that might be hard to believe but women are just as vulgar as men. It makes me feel insecure about being a virgin, so I get it.” You commiserate with Usopp because you really knew exactly how he was feeling. 

“Wait you’re a virgin too?!” Usopp snaps his head in your direction, finally being able to look you in the eye. 

“Yeah, you didn’t know that? It’s not like I’m saving it for anything, I just never really have found the right time or the right person I guess. The only relief I get is from ole reliable.” You raise your right hand and wiggle your fingers in Usopp’s direction. He blushes. 

“S-same. I just don’t want it to be awkward when I finally get around to having sex. Everyone always says the first time is so bad…” 

“For you? Yeah right! I’m the one who is constantly being told it’s going to hurt! I don’t want to do it with just anyone in case it is painful!” You take another drag of your cigarette, scoffing at the fact that a man is telling you he’s nervous to lose his virginity. 

“Okay okay maybe you’re right about that part… I just want to get it over with so I can stop worrying about it.” Usopp hangs his head in his hands again. 

There was a pregnant pause. 

“Well… we could… have sex… with each other?” You sheepishly suggest. 

“WHAT?” He snaps his head back up at you. 

“Is it that silly of an idea? We both said we wanted to get our first time out of the way and get some… experience… right?”

“R-right now? I don’t think I-“ Usopp stutters, incredibly flustered but also interested in your proposal. 

“Not right now!” You laugh and put your hand on his shoulder. “Maybe tomorrow? My room? After dinner? Unless you don’t want to, which I completely understand and we can forget this ever happened." 

“I-I do! I think it’s uh.. it’s a great idea… tomorrow then…” Usopp rises to his feet and bids you a nervous goodnight as you finish your wine on the deck. 

— —

The next evening you couldn’t help but buzz with excitement as you skip to the showers after dinner. You make sure to shave and lather your body in sweet smelling body wash in preparation for your “date.” You don your nicest matching bra and panties, a lacy black set, and pull some casual clothes over them. You light a few candles around your room to set the mood. You weren’t sure what kind of mood you were trying to set exactly, feeling a bit silly, but you still wanted to enjoy your first time even if it was going to be awkward. Soon enough you hear a knock at your door. 

You open your bedroom door to see a blushing Usopp with a single, beautiful red flower in his hands. 

“Uh, hi, y/n.” He smiles softly and hands you the flower. 

“For me? You’re so sweet.” 

“I grew it myself so maybe don’t… don’t get too close.. it might explode. I haven’t quite figured this one out yet…” 

You chuckle and move to gently set the flower down on your end table. 

“Are you sure you still want to do this? We really don’t have to, it was just an idea, Usopp.” 

“Yes! Yes, I really do want to. It’s… it’s about time, right?” He laughs nervously. 

You nod. 

“Come, sit with me.” You grab Usopp’s hand and pull him to sit next to you on your bed. You were anxious, but you could tell he was far more so. You raise your hands and pull his bucket hat off his head. You smoothly brush one of his now exposed dark curls out of his face. 

“I guess we should probably kiss first.. right?” You say as you cock your head and smile at him gently. 

“Yeah…” 

You close your eyes and lean in and press your lips softly against his. After a few moments, you shift your body closer to his and begin kissing him deeper with your hands on either side of his face. It was a bit uncoordinated, but Usopp eventually moves his hands to your hips and kisses you back with a bit more confidence. His kisses were messy, not at all experienced. You couldn’t help but wonder, had he even kissed anyone before? I mean, even you had gotten to first base… 

You slide your tongue gently along his bottom lip, asking for permission to enter. Once granted, your tongue slips into his mouth eliciting a small whimper from the man in your gentle hold. You found yourself becoming wetter by the second as he lets out little sighs of contentment during your kiss. Eventually, you pull away. You tug at the straps of his coveralls. 

“Could you take these off? I’ll take mine off too…” You ask while already lifting your crop top over your head. 

“Sure just a second I- um…” Usopp stands and fumbles with his clothes before eventually dropping them to the floor. You had already shed your sweatpants and were laying back on your bed in your bra and panties. 

“Woah, y/n…” Your cowardly sniper is in awe at the sight of your body adorned with black lace laying barely covered on the bed before him. “You’re… beautiful…” 

Your face flushes red and you press your legs together to somehow try to cover yourself. 

“You’re not so bad yourself…” You giggle. “Come here.” You beckon him to come join you on the bed again. You raise your torso up to meet his lips again in a passionate kiss. After a few moments, Usopp reaches his hands around your back to undo your bra. His fingers fumble for quite awhile and he mumbles into your lips. 

“No, I got it.. just a second… hold on… there!” Finally your bra comes undone and he pulls it off your body onto the floor. Usopp leans back to marvel in the sight of your naked breasts. “Y/n can I…?” 

“Yes!” You cut him off, wanting to feel more of his body and mouth on your skin. Usopp leans down and takes one of your nipples into his mouth and gropes your other breast with his hand. 

“Oh!” You gasp, reveling in the new sensation. 

Your newfound lover messily switches from one breast to the other, a string of saliva connecting his trembling lips to your body. You grip his thick, gorgeously coarse hair and push his head into your chest further, encouraging his actions. After a few moments or servicing your sensitive nipples with this lips and tongue, Usopp pulls back and lifts his head to look you in the eye. 

“Do you want to..?” He asks shyly. 

“Yes, want you so badly, Usopp…” You breath out under him. 

Usopp momentarily leaves the bed to retrieve something from his overalls pocket. After Usopp returns to your side with a condom, you slip off your panties. 

“Where the hell did you get that? Saving it for a rainy day?” You question him teasingly. 

“Pfft yeah right. Stole it from Sanji’s room. He isn’t using it any time soon.” Usopp smirks and positions himself on top of you again. You laugh. 

“You’re so bad.” You jokingly slap your hands against his smooth chest. 

“You like it.” Usopp chuckles and leans in to kiss you again. After kissing for a few moments you pull back.

“Maybe I do… take these off.” You pull at the waistband of his briefs and he obliges your request by pulling them down to free his throbbing cock. It wasn’t huge but it was certainly big enough to wonder how it was going to fit inside of you. 

“It’s… it’s okay, right?” Usopp asks uncertainly. 

“Oh sweetheart, of course it is. Maybe even a bit too much… do you think you could maybe… prep me a little first?” You ask a bit embarrassed. You were so aroused, but you just didn’t want it to hurt. 

“How do I… OH! Yeah I can do that I think…” Usopp snakes his hand down your body and cups your mound. “Can you show me?” He starts to rub tentatively at your sex. 

You slide both of your hands down to your center. With one hand you use your pointer and middle fingers to spread your sticky folds apart. With the other, you grab Usopp’s fingers and bring them to your clit and begin to use them to rub gentle circles. You let out a long sigh. 

“Just like this is good…” You softly moan and you let your head fall back. After rubbing at your clit for awhile, your move Usopps’s fingers to your entrance and guide one of them inside your wet hole. You gasp lightly at the intrusion, but you grab his wrist and prompt him to move his hand. 

“Shit… you can add another one now…” 

“R-right okay…” Usopp slips his second digit inside of you. “Is this- does it feel good?” He asks. 

“Pull them up like this…” You mimic exactly how you do it yourself and Usopp curls his fingers upwards inside of you and you feel him hit that delicious soft spot. “There! Keep touching me there!” 

“Like this?” Usopp continues to pull and tap on your g-spot and you involuntarily arch your back. 

“Fuck, yes baby, just like that… you’re doing so well, you’re gonna make me cum. Keep going just like that…” You gasp as Usopp brings his free hand to rub at your clit as he massages your insides with his fingers just the way you’ve instructed him. 

“Really?! I-I mean… shit, you’re so hot… I wanna see you cum so bad…” He honestly couldn’t believe he had you like this in front of him, laid out naked and moments from climaxing, all from his doing. 

“Gonna cum, don’t stop, shit-Ah!!” You moan out loudly as you release directly all over Usopp’s working hands. Your legs shake and your head falls back on the pillows. 

You breathe heavily while laying on your back, recovering from your orgasm as you hear your lover fiddling with the foil condom package. His hands were shaking. 

“Let me…” You sit up and grab the condom from his hands and tear it open. You gingerly lean forward and grab Usopp’s sensitive length and roll the condom on for him. He shudders as your soft hands touch his dick. 

“Thanks, y/n…” He smiles down at you nervously.  “You ready?” He asks, still wanting to make sure you were certain about this. 

“Yes, please fuck me now, Usopp.” You lay back and spread your legs so he could slot himself comfortably between them. He pushes himself close to you and lines his tender, throbbing cock up with your soaking hole. “Please be gentle…” 

“Of course, y/n, I won’t hurt you.” Usopp begins to push his member into your tight entrance and you suck in a breath. “Breathe, y/n, it’s okay, I’m almost in…” You could feel Usopp’s callused hands shaking on your hips, trying to keep his composure. 

“Hnnnn…” You whine and grab Usopp’s biceps. The stretch was uncomfortable, but not nearly as bad as you were expecting. You finally feel his pelvis flush against yours as he fills you completely. “Ahh…” You whimper out. 

“Shit, y/n you’re so tight… I’m not gonna last long…” Usopp pants out. 

“It’s okay.. you can move now.. please…” You pull him down by his neck and he begins experimentally thrusting into you. The pain began to meld into pleasure as your cunt begin to flutter involuntarily around Usopp’s thick length. 

“You feel so fucking good, holy shit y/n…” Usopp lifts his head from its hiding place in your neck and smashes his lips onto yours in a deep kiss. You moan into his mouth as he hits an extra deep spot in your tight cunt. “Wanna be inside of you forever…” Usopp grinds his hips into yours and whines. 

“Fuck me harder, Usopp, want to feel you!” You cry out. He obliges and starts pounding into you with reckless abandon. Years of celibacy were being taken out on your pussy and it felt so good. By the deep grip on your hips you were certain he wasn’t going to last much longer, but you wanted to feel him while you could. “I-I’m gonna-shit, fuck, shit!” Usopp spills his load into the condom and quickly collapses on top of you. You soothingly rub his back and draw circles into his shoulders with your fingers as he catches his breath. He rolls off of you and removes the condom from his softened member, tossing it into the waste basket next to your bed. He sits up next to you in bed. 

“I-I’m sorry… it probably wasn’t really that-“

“It was so great, Usopp. Thank you. I’m really glad we did that.” You smile up at him from your position laying on your pillows. 

“Y-yeah.. it was great, wasn’t it?” Usopp laughed. “I guess I’ll get my stuff and go then…” 

“Why?” You ask. 

“Well we just agreed on the sex and I-“ 

“I want you here. Stay with me.” You pull on his hand and bring him back down to lay with you in bed. 

“You’re sure?” Usopp looked at you like he could barely believe what he was hearing. 

“Listen Usopp, I know we’re friends but after that… I kind of want to see where it goes from here… I can’t help but feel like that meant something, not just to me but to you, too.” You caress the side of his face as he lays next to you on the pillow. “We don’t have to hash it out tonight, but… could you just stay with me and see?” You ask. 

“I guess… but if you want to kick me out in the morning, you just say the word!” 

“Shut up and go to bed, Usopp.” You laugh and nuzzle your head into his chest so that you can comfortably drift off to sleep. 

xx Mo

#one piece #one piece anime #one piece smut #one piece fanfiction #one piece fanart #one piece live action #one piece netflix #one piece fandom #go d usopp #usopp #with: usopp #one piece usopp #god usopp #op usopp #straw hat pirates #sanji #roronoa zoro

[clovermunson]

morgan, my sweet!! bringin’ on the heartbreak has caught my eye, and i’d love to hear your best fluffy finnick headcanons. what would it be like to spend new years with him? would he love it or hate it?

savvy, my love!! i’m so happy you requested finnick headcanons, because you know better than anyone that i could talk about this man for hours on end and never get tired. he’s got me gnawing at the bars of my enclosure. but you’ve asked for fluffy headcanons, so i’m gonna deliver. some of these are just general headcanons, some are x reader, so there’s some variety here, folks.

i’ve included them all under the cut, because it’s quite a bit.

join the party!

— so first off, i think that finnick prefers to stay in on new year’s. he loves the new year because to him that means new opportunities and a renewed sense of hope. he just doesn’t care much for parties, huge crowds, and obnoxiously loud music. not to mention, the capitol really ruined him when it came to those kinda things (i’m sorry that got a little sad). but he much prefers a quiet night in, enjoying your company and most definitely eating all of the leftover holiday sweets so they won’t “go to waste”

— speaking of eating all the sweets, he never passes up the chance to help out with baking. sure it’s a chore to keep him from eating everything before it’s finished, but he does his fair share. he’s just a got a sweet tooth, he can’t help it. “don’t you think i deserve a treat for helping?” he’ll ask as he’s already taking a bite from a cupcake before you even get the chance to answer. and he’s right, he does deserve it.

— finnick can cook at least decently. if there’s a night where you don’t feel like making dinner, he’ll cook and he won’t complain about it at all. but you better believe he’s treating it like he’s a world-class chef and he’s asking you to taste test everything (because let’s be honest, he’s not the best, but he’s trying)

— finnick is a cuddly sleeper. this is just a known fact. if he’s having a particularly rough night because of the nightmares, he’ll nuzzle closer to you and hold you just a little tighter.

— he loves loves looooves having his hair played with. it’s calming to him, and just puts him in a relaxed trance that eventually ends up lulling him into sleep.

— finnick odair is tough. as tough as they come, really. he has experienced incomprehensible horrors and he’s strong and well-built, but he’s the softest, most gentle man to ever live. a big 'ol softie. a total teddy bear, some might say.

— of course i think it goes without saying, but he’s a romantic. so much to the point that it would be nauseating from an outsider’s perspective.

— anyway. i also think it’s a given that he’s scarily protective over his loved ones. which is a little shocking, considering his general calm and pleasant demeanor.

— he’s the most unserious person ever. sure he knows when to be serious, but does he want to always be that way? no, because that’s boring. this man giggled over his own “death”, i mean c’mon.

— this man cannot keep himself away from water. any chance he has, he’s in the ocean because it’s comforting to him to be one with the water.

— he’s the most considerate person ever. he’s always thinking about what his loved ones would think about any given situation, and he’s always finding ways to make things easier for them if he can.

— his primary love language is words of affirmation, because despite projecting such a confident exterior, he’s riddled with insecurities and hearing that he’s more than enough or any receiving any praises in general makes him feel like he’s genuinely loved. but it’s closely followed by physical touch, because he’s also a very touchy person when it comes to who he loves, and he gives the best hugs because of it. what i wouldn’t give to hug this man, my fucking god.

#clovermunson’s nostalgic new year’s celebration #ask games #finnick odair #finnick odair headcanons #finnick odair x reader headcanons #headcanons #savvy🧸

[pedgito]

oh man i love that modern au with bestfriend!eddie but i need more re: his best dickpic ever! like how much heat is he packing in said dickpic? and what makes it so good? angle? lighting? is the dick in question perhaps adorned with a festive lil hat? more plz!

author’s note: a part two to this, doesn’t have to be read as a pair but you can if you want! i crack myself up every time i write stuff like this because it’s so eddie.

cw: 18+ (minors dni) lots of dick talk, modern!eddie, mentions of drunk sex, bestfriend!eddie, platonic soulmates (small mention to them being like siblings metaphorically) if i missed anything lmk.

word count: 1k

“I swear I’m not judging or anything, but like,” Eddie peers up at you from where his head is resting in your lap, body stretched out along the rest of the bed as the movie played on amidst his sudden need for conversation, “why don’t you stop using the apps if it keeps happening?”

“Do you hear yourself, Eddie?” You ask, eyes narrowing at him from above, your own hair curtaining his face as you glance down. “I have to stop because it’s me being assaulted with dick pics, not the other way around—you are…such a guy that it pains me to even think about.”

And it’s a bigger shot to his ego than he’s expecting, gasping dramatically through his very obviously hurt gaze.

“I need better content,” You tell him, “and considering this standing relationship I have with your dick, I’d really appreciate it if you'd step up your game.”

“Okay, that really hurts.” Eddie says dejectedly, “My dick is pretty, you can’t deny that.”

You shrug, “It’s up there, but I’ve seen several—it could easily get lost in the bunch.”

“See this,” Eddie flicks between you and him, “is why we’d never work.”

“Say that to two weeks ago when you crawled into my bed drunk and naked,” You retort, forcing Eddie to relive that embarrassing memory, “seemed to work pretty well then.”

“We were both drunk,” Eddie states as a matter of fact, “and if I remember correctly, you were just as eager.”

It was a small blip in your friendship and nothing that could ruin it, neither of you remembered much anyways—but it was definitely enjoyable.

“We gotta get festive, it’s the holidays,” You tell him, “spruce the pics up a bit, it’s getting boring.”

“I told you that you couldn’t use this stuff as blackmail.” Eddie tells you vehemently, “So whatever is going on in that head of yours, it stays between us.”

“Eddie, I love you,” You tell him seriously, “I would never do that to you—but as my best friend, you’re sorta obligated.”

Eddie snorts, shoving your amused smile out of view with his fingers as they push at your cheek, forcing you away so he could sit up fully, movie forgotten.

“Hit me with it.” Eddie says, your smile growing wider.

If only he knew.

“I feel like there’s a kink for this somewhere on the internet.” Eddie notes, holding up the small Christmas hat between his fingers—the perfect size for, well, his dick.

You snickered evilly, “Don’t forget these,” You mentioned, holding up the battery powered Christmas light necklace, “—oh shit, I almost forgot.”

Eddie reers back slightly, eyeing you carefully as you dipped into the bag on your bed.

“Absolutely fucking not,” Eddie says sternly, noting the fluffy reindeer ears and red nose squeezed in your palm, holding his hands up defensively as you approached, “not just no—but fuck no, sweetheart.”

“You’re no fun.” You pout, tossing the items on the bed.

“Tell me the deal again?” Eddie asks, gathering the items in his hand, phone clutched to his chest in the other.

“Dinner on me for a week and I’ll do the dishes,” You tell him, “don’t try to meddle your way into more.”

Eddie smirks fondly, “Had me at dinner, babe.”

Eddie disappears briefly to his own room—to, as he would say, take care of business. You’re not sure what he does, keeping your mind from straying too far. After the drunk escapades a couple weeks prior, there was always something there—nothing serious or tangible, but it was blatantly obvious that you found each other attractive.

It was a shame that you two butt heads like siblings and hate each other in every other sense of the idea of an actual relationship.

Eddie leaves his room about twenty minutes later looking a little more flush in the face, shirtless and his sweats hanging low on his waist. You laughed through your nose, sizing him up. He attempts to hand the decoration back to you.

“Burn it,” You grimace, “you know I only needed pics, right?”

Eddie’s still surprised at how easily you can read him.

“I was trying to sweeten the pot a little,” He shrugs, “got you a video, free of charge.”

“Oh, you spoil me.” You tell him with a forced smile, glancing at your phone as it dinged a few times.

“Quality over quantity, sweetheart.” He grins darkly, nodding toward your phone. “That should keep the creeps at bay.”

It’s terrible how well you’d memorized his dick, smiling with amusement as you scrolled through the pictures after he’d finally left you alone. As annoying as Eddie could be, he was an expert at angles, lighting, the whole thing—they were tasteful, but so outrageous that they would surely scare off the desperate men in your messages.

“Thoughts?” He asks, peeking around the frame of your bedroom door when he hears you giggling to yourself.

“I’m not giving you another ego boost.” You tell him, a grin spreading over his face.

“You don’t have to,” Eddie says confidently, “I can see it on your face.” Because despite how well you knew Eddie, he knew you even better.

Now, if only he had the same luck with people as you—not that he was asking for any unsolicited dick pics but his luck with dating had been nothing short of abysmal.

“I’ll send the cute ones your way,” You smile warmly, “long as they’re willing.”

Eddie presses his hand over his heart tenderly, crossing the small distance to your bed to press a sweet kiss to your forehead, mumbling a soft, “Love you.”

Not that you needed to hear it, you already knew.

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[kodaiki]

꒰ 7:36 P.M. ꒱ ❛ murasakibara atsushi x reader ༉‧₊˚✧

“your food’s getting cold.”

you look up at the worker, the current busboy wiping down and clearing tables, recognizing him immediately, mainly from the way your neck has to crane up further to meet the gaze from the taller individual. you don’t know what’s worse: getting stood up or being witnessed being stood up by someone — someone you know.

“i didn’t know you worked here,” you mumble, attempting to change the subject.

murasakibara atsushi is much smarter than that, though.

“‘got the job so i could save up for a car,” he answers nonchalantly before eying the appetizer dish in front of you. “do you not like it? i can send it back to the kitchen-”

“no, no! it’s perfect, thanks!” you quickly wave off, mustering up a polite smile. “i’m just ... waiting for someone.”

then it all clicks.

“oh,” murasakibara replies, swinging the damp towel he’s holding over his shoulder. “why’d you order before they came?” he raises an eyebrow.

he's wearing a dark outfit, black t-shirt with some black pants but theres a brown apron around his waist, slightly fade due to overuse and time

“i didn’t think he was gonna be late,” you grit, cheeks burning further at murasakibara's prodding gaze. seriously, doesn’t this guy have something else to do then join you in your pity bubble? where's that other guy he's always hanging around, what's his name, himuro?

“you’ve been here since seven, no?”

“what’s it to you, stalker?” you chuckle humorously, finding it rather odd that your classmate was aware of your presence.

“nothing, restaurant’s dead on thursdays so you’re the only one in here minus three other families and i’m just about bored out of my mind, looking for stuff to do.”

you hum in acknowledgment. “you could sit if you’re not gonna get in trouble.” you gesture toward the other side of the booth, empty.

murasakibara doesn’t say anything, just swiftly sliding into the seat across from you. at your raised brow, he waves his arm in a direction toward the back of the restaurant. “i know the owner, he’s a family friend so i seriously don’t think he’d mind if i took a quick break.”

“lucky you,” you muse, playing with the utensils beside your appetizer.

“you should honestly eat that,” murasakibara says, nodding toward your dish, “your date’s loss, to be fair.”

“i didn’t say it was a date,” you quip back quickly, glancing up at the purple haired in slight amusement. maybe without his company you’d be wallowing in self pity so you’re grateful for the distraction.

“well, is it not?”

“it is,” you confirm anyway, making the man chuckle. you never saw murasakibara in this sort of light; you’ve only ever saw him on the basketball court, attending games with your friends to cheer for whichever one they had a crush on (no exception to murasakibara of course!), dozing off in class or trudging throughout the school halls, always looking sleep deprived. “why do you care?”

“didn’t i answer that question already?” he asks with a deadpan. “boring thursday.”

“ri-ight,” you drawl out, looking at him unbelievingly. “comfort the girl who got stood up during the late shift, that’s exactly what i’d do,” you mutter out sarcastically, puckering your lips at the situation you’re in.

“hey, no comfort,” murasakibara quickly clarifies. “i know cho the chef would be upset when I give back your fully made dish to be washed at close. so i’m just looking out for my coworker.”

“right, you’re looking out for cho…”

“cho the chef, yes.”

“because he’d be upset.”

“devastated.”

you click your tongue at him, waiting for the busboy to show any waver but murasakibara atsushi’s resting face is nothing to fight against. he naturally looks tired and unfazed so it's even harder to read him now.

at your pause, murasakibara slyly nudges your plate toward. “so eat.”

“you eat it if you’re so worried about your chef’s feelings,” you laugh, well aware of his appetite anyway. you're pretty sure he's more of a snack eater but food is food, right?

“only if you eat some."

you gape at his serious tone. was he normally like this? you didn't really speak much to the star athlete, only ever sharing a classroom and maybe exchanging few words if you were paired for class work.

you don’t give a snarky remark nor refuse his deal, glumly picking up some food and bringing it to your lips with a utensil, only to feel warmer from the good taste.

“tell cho he’s talented,” you sigh in satisfaction, smile lifting your cheeks as the man in front of you give you a pointed i told you so expression.

murasakibara follows suit, taking the other utensils, the ones made for your date had he showed, and digging in as well. his bites are larger than yours, making you seem to eat like a bird.

“yep, cho’s got it,” he hums in agreement, leaning back in his seat as more color washes over his face. maybe food was the pick-me-up he needed to rid of that serious expression; he smiles easily, drooping eyes becoming slightly more lively.

"so you've been working here a while?" you ask, in between taking another bite.

he nods, chewing his food on one side of his mouth, making one side resemble a chipmunk's. hm, cute. "a few months now. thought it'd be boring but i get to snack freely during my shift so i'm not complaining."

"i'm sure you like that perk," you snort, lips curling up in an amused smile.

the much taller man quirks a brow at that, as if egging you to go on, questioning what you meant.

"i see you in school with heaps of convenience store snacks every day, i can assume you have a big appetite."

"didn't know you were so observant of me," murasakibara muses with a mischievous look in his eye. he leans forward, propping his elbows on the hardwood table.

"didn't think you were observant of me either, but here we are," you fire back, arching your brow back at him, proud of your rebut.

"touche," is all he replies, slouching back once more.

"you're also one of the most well known athletes of our school so there's that, too," you murmur out, recalling one of the few games you've attended with the seven footer center playing. albeit, he's a rather nonchalant player, there's no doubt he has talent.

he doesn't reply to that, choosing to take another large bite of food, humming in satisfaction. you lightly smile at that, the way his eyes close blissfully and he slowly chews as if savoring the taste.

soon enough, your once full appetizer tray is empty, the only remnants being a few crumbs that murasakibara's struggling to pick up with his utensil.

"thanks for that," you mumble, pursing your lips as you remember the circumstance of this spontaneous interaction.

"for what?" he asks, looking up.

you roll your eyes, biting back a smile. "the non-comfort. it was... nice."

"shouldn't let good food go to waste," he says simply, looking around the empty restaurant. it seems that the few tables that were occupied have since departed, leaving murasakibara to complete his duties of the night shift. he looks back at you, eyes softening at the smile you're trying to hide. "also, like i said, their loss."

you slightly pout, nodding slowly, accepting his reassurance. "thanks ... again."

"i could offer you a better date, i bet," he says out of nowhere, appearing nonchalant as he begins gathering the plate and used utensils to bring to the back.

your eyes widen a bit at that and you tilt your head to the side. "re-really?" curse your stammers, you think with a flush of your cheeks. or maybe you're flushed because you're being so casually asked out by murasakibara atsushi, a man you never thought would notice your presence.

"yeah," he shrugs. he stands then, lifting the plate from the table. just as he's about to leave, he says, "if it's here. you won't have to worry about me flaking either. i work here after all."

you laugh at that, a genuine laugh bubbling in your throat, remnants of your negative mood from your stood up-date dissipating. "sure, murasakibara, i'll take you up on that."

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[sugolara]

𝘽𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚

ft. K.B x S.T x I.M x fem! reader

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Eijiro whistled as his headlight flashed the multiple selection of drinks. From water, to sodas, to energy drink and to juice, this would keep the community thriving and the bandits at peace. As much as he hated them, the bandits were keeping them safe from other intruders. Of course, that would only be if they got their side of the deal.

“Shut it!” Katsuki whispered as they both passed the rotters that Izuku had previously locked in the freezer. They pounded at the rack and the door, wanting to be let out, “Can’t you hear them getting louder? Or have you gone deaf?”

The red head let out a chuckle, “Man, do I miss you picking on me. I thought I was getting used to not having you around, which is kind of sad.” He then let out a sigh, “I wasn’t really sure if I’d ever get to see you guys again. Half of our class barely made it to Sortson, so to see you, Izuku and Shoto, really puts me at ease.”

Katsuki wanted to scoff, not because he thought what his friend said was stupid, but because he wanted to pretend that he didn’t care. But of course he cared. To see his friend, hell, his best friend alive and standing next to him, also put him at ease. 

Of course Denki too. He can’t forget about that idiot and his jokes that always humored him even if he showed no sign. 

“Whatever. Just help me load these damn carts.” Katsuki let out a grunt as he picked a pack of water and set it down on the platform steel cart, “I got the water, you do whatever. I don’t care.”

“Sure thing!” Eijiro grabbed a pack of sodas, placing it in his cart. He grabbed another whilst looking at the blonde, a sly smile on his lip, “So…what’s up with you and F/n?”

He was caught off guard, his fingers slipping on the water as it fell with a loud bang. He played it off as he waved his hand to keep it cool, “The hell are you talking about?”

“Due, c’mon, don’t think that I don’t know.” He chuckled, “I see the way you look at her when she’s not looking. I’m no fool.”

“I would’ve thought otherwise.” Katsuki received a soda thrown at him, “Watch it, shitty hair!”

The red head grabbed another packed soda, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you into some-”

“I’m not into her!” He glared at her, the tips of his ears turning red.

Eijiro playfully scoffed, “Lie all you want. Just be glad it's me and not Denki asking you. Besides, don’t think you’re the only one who has eyes on her.”

“As if I care.” He rolled his eyes and continued to fill the cart with water. He didn’t care. Of course he didn’t care. So what Deku and Shoto are into her? It’s not like they even have a chance with the way she is. She doesn’t even show any sign of being into them, so why should Katsuki feel the way he is? Sure, she’s cool, not really like most girls since she was raised by a crazy family and was prepared for an apocalypse. 

Katsuki had no worries of her getting together with them. If anything, he was the closest thing F/n would be compatible with. I mean, they both know how to defend, know how to hunt, know how to track footsteps, so why wouldn’t she be interested in him? What do the two idiots have that he doesn’t?

God, did he sound like Deku. 

While he was lost in mind, Eijiro let out a chuckle as he noticed his friend's face was slightly flushed. He was glad he had figured out his small crush. Since they have a long journey ahead of them this was going to be fun for the red head.

F/n munched on some chips as she and Shoto waited for the others to come. She was beginning to get bored as she stared at the registers, “We should just go get the cars ourselves.”

Shoto leaned on the wall next to her, wiping his hands on his jeans, “We should wait. We need someone to watch our blindspots.”

“You can check my blind spots.” F/n said as she once again peeked through the slash mark, “I just want to get the hell out of here.”

He hummed as he looked at the store, “There’s still going to be a lot of stuff here. We should come back or at least send a group to get it.”

“Hopefully, I get placed to look for weapons.” Her mind wandered to her gun she had at the beginning, “I miss holding one.”

He eyed her hands that were crossed on her chest. He quickly looked away, “I don’t think I’ve seen you fire a gun before.”

She couldn’t help but let a smirk cross her face, “I’m pretty badass with it.”

“I can see that.” He looked back at her, “Could you help me aim right?”

“What?” She turned to look at him, her brows lifting in confusion.

“Nevermind.” He shook his head. Again he was feeling his stomach fluttering and feeling a little embarrassed. 

Maybe it was his question or his flushed face that made her look away with a small blush of her own. She mentally shook her head, remembering the words of her father before he passed. How naive of her.

“You got to push, Denki.” Izuku grunted as he was nearing Shoto and F/n.

“I’m trying, but it's heavy!” Denki whined, his feet slipping from underneath. 

The other two quickly went to help them, pushing to where it's by the side of the entrance gate. They had to get the other two, so they quickly went after it before Katsuki and Eijiro came back, wondering if they had been left behind. Though the thought of that ever crossing their mind is a doubt. 

While the four were busy, Izuku noticed the tinted cheeks on F/n and Shoto. It couldn’t be what he was thinking right? They’re probably just flushed from how hot it is in the warehouse since there wasn’t any cool air getting in. That must be it.

“Since it's just us four, let's get the cars.” F/n looked at Denki, “You ran out of bullets right?”

“Yeah.” He eyed his gun with a frown, “I was really hoping it would last throughout the trip.”

“Doesn’t sound or look like there's many dead out there.” The freckle male peeked through the same hole that F/n had previously used, “About weapons, I think I saw some when we passed by yesterday.”

“By the TV’s right?” Shoto hummed, “I think I saw a hunting pack, but it’s in a case.”

“Oh that reminds me.” Izuku looked at the girl, “Me and Denki found a pharmacy, the only problem is that it has a padlock. I was thinking you’d know how to pick one.”

She was left stunned, “Why would I know how to pick a lock?”

The three stared at her, “Because you’re good at everything else.”

She let out a faint sigh, “A lock is a lock. You can’t pick one with just bobby pins, you need a lock pick, which I highly doubt we’ll find one here. It would be different if it were a doorknob, which in this case it’s not.” 

“What a let down.” Denki was nudged by Shoto. 

“What about Eijiro’s gun?” Izuku asked.

“Not a chance.” She shrugged, “You’d just waste bullets. Maybe a hammer, two. That would work.” 

“Maybe there’s a hammer near the hunting knives?” They walked towards the section, passing by the entertainment aisle as well as the clothing and up ahead is where Katsuki and Eijiro would be.

They were disappointed though as they reached the section. Two cases of survival gear. Glass was shattered beneath their feet and most of it was gone. But, it finally seemed like luck was on their side as they spotted two rusty hammers on the floor. 

“Get the rest.” F/n said to Denki and Shoto. She then looked at Izuku after she picked up the hammers, “Show me where the pharmacy is.”

He nodded and rushed to it with her jogging behind. She didn’t know how he had the energy considering the fact he stayed up all night. He’d most likely sleep on the way to Sortson. The thought of reaching the community, made her feel better. It's no wonder why she has been acting strange. 

“Here’s the lock.” He stepped aside, curiously watching as she held it and examined it, “What are you going to do?”

“I need you to hold this one underneath the lock. Make sure the flat surface is resting against it, otherwise it won’t work.” She handed him the hammer. 

He nodded and did what she ordered. He watched as her fingers tensed around the hammer and hit the padlock softly before swinging it, a loud clanking noise being heard. The hammer in his hand jerked and slipped before adjusting his grip again. 

The way her muscles flexed and her brows narrowed from the concentration had made Izuku feel hot as he had to lock down the hammer, his mind racing with thoughts. They’ve been on the move for a long time that he hadn’t noticed she was beginning to form them. 

The sweaters and long sleeves she would wear to protect her skin hid them very well. He too had muscles as well as Katsuki and Shoto, but when it’s on her, it was really pleasing to his eyes, but he wouldn’t admit that out loud. 

The sound of metal hitting the floor caught his attention. He looked down to his feet where the broken padlock laid. He then looked at F/n his eyes widening in amazement, “Wow! You actually did it! I mean of course you did it! That’s really amazing, F/n!” 

She looked away, her brows furrowed as she placed a hand on her nape. The praise made her flustered, “..I guess.”

He couldn’t help but think she was cute, though he quickly shook his head and opened the gate that sat on the register. The gate rattled as it went up. He jumped over the counter and held it open so that F/n could also get in. 

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[twstedqueenvi]

Challenging the King

Leona Kingscholar X GN!Reader 18+

Posted: 04/06/23

Be careful what you say around the king.

Word Count: 5.6k

Sexual themes, shameless self insert, Minors DNI

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Challenging the King

The sun was high in the sky.

The heat had steadily been rising with the sun, though in the Savanaclaw dorm, it was pleasantly cool. The blinds were open, letting in what little breeze was blowing. You lay on the bed next to a softly snoring Leona, his arm loosely wrapped around you. He had been like this since he got back from spelldrive practice this morning. At first, you hadn’t minded, content to spend the early hours of the morning tangled in his embrace, but then as the hours dragged on it didn’t seem like Leona was ever going to wake. You shifted next to him in boredom, rolling onto your side to face him. He always looked so peaceful when he slept, you almost felt bad doing this…almost.

“Leona…”, you called, waiting for a moment with no response before trying again…and again. “Leona~...Leona!”

His ear twitched, one emerald eye, opening to look at you, pulling you closer to him.

“Quit your yappin’, I’m tryna sleep.” He replied lazily, letting out a yawn.

You sigh, resting your head on your hand.

“You’ve been sleeping all morning! You said we were going to do something today.” You pouted, purposely pushing out your lower lip for added effect. 

His eye was closed again, but you kept that little pout, knowing he wasn’t asleep again by the slight knit of his brows and agitated flicking of his tail. You sat up with a small huff, slipping out of his grip and bed, crossing your arms as you looked down at him.

“Come on I’m bored. If I wanted to stay in bed all day I’d have stayed at Ramshackle.”

Leona tsked, sitting up in bed, still managing to look regal and dignified despite his messy bedhead. He glanced out the window before looking back at you with a raised brow. 

“It’s the hottest part of the day. Come back to bed, we’ll do something when it cools down.” He said, sounding exasperated, holding out a hand for you.

You let out another sigh, glancing out the window. It probably was too hot to do anything, but you were tired of just laying in bed. That’s all you two seemed to do as of late. You didn’t mind a relaxed day now and again…but it was starting to feel like all Leona wanted was a living pillow. 

“Come on, I don’t care what but I want to do something. Anything!” You said, taking his hand and lightly tugging. “Please?” You add after a moment.

Leona sighed, slipping out of bed to stand in front of you. His hand rested on his hip as the other brushed some of your hair out of your face. His signature smirk curved on his lips.

“Alright herbivore, since you’re so desperate, what do you wanna do?” 

Honestly, you were expecting more of a fight from him. Getting this man out of bed could have been an Olympic sport, even for you it normally took a few minutes. But that did leave the issue of what to do…you thought you’d have a little more time to think. You quickly look around the room, your eyes landing on the chessboard he had out. The pieces in the middle of an unfinished game he’d been playing against himself. Well…he was teaching you, and it was better than just laying in bed.

“How about some chess? It’s been a while since you taught me and I could use the practice.” You offer.

Leona smirked, wordlessly moving to where he had his chess board, putting all the pieces back on the board to get it set. You watched him wordlessly, having expected some kind of resistance from him. 

“Ya waitin’ for an invitation? Get yer ass over here.” He called, taking a seat with his back to the sun. 

You quickly moved to sit across from him, looking down at the board. He let you be white, though you knew that wouldn’t make much of a difference. He wasn’t going to let you win. But it was fun to play him…even if you always lost. Leona rested his head on his hand, looking at you with an amused smirk. He knew he was going to win, but you had, quite literally, asked for this. 

You chewed on your lip for a moment, looking down at the pieces before making your move. It didn’t take Leona long to make his move in return. Leona quickly captured your king, tutting playfully. 

“Come on herbivore. Gotta try harder than that if you ever wanna beat me.” He teased.

You rolled your eyes, putting the pieces back into their proper places on the board. 

“You know, you could be nice and let me win every now and again.” 

“Hmph, what good would that do ya? Just lettin’ you win means you don’t learn nothin’.”

And that was exactly the response you expected from him. Leona wasn’t just one to roll over and lose, even if it was you. But at least you knew he cared…in his way, but he cared. If he didn’t you wouldn’t be in his room, let alone playing chess when all he wanted was to sleep. 

So you played another round with him, then another, and another. It wasn’t till your fifth round that Leona had to pause during the game to think. Looks like you had [unknowingly] done something right. You leaned back a little, somewhat proud of yourself as Leona studied the board. You looked up at Leona with a proud grin before the sight of him took your breath away. 

The savanna was picturesque behind him, golden sunlight shining on his bare back, casting a glowing halo around his silhouette. Making him look like some kind of godly king of the savanna. His brows knit in thought as his hand idly rubbed his chin. His eyes scanned the board as no doubt hundreds of plays ran through his mind. His lips curved up into a smirk again, a bit of a prideful gleam showing in his gaze.

“Heh, I was actually impressed for a moment there. Thought you’d finally figured it out.” He said casually, picking up one of his bishops and moving it across the board, taking one of your knights.

Your head tilted in confusion, looking at the board, trying to see what he saw in all the pieces. You look back up at him, meeting his self-satisfied look.

“Figured what out?” You ask, no idea what he was alluding to.

You look back down at the board, moving your queen to take his bishop that was set to check your king.

“You’ll figure it out… eventually.” He replies, taking your queen with his.

Well that was that…next move from Leona was checkmate and there wasn't really anything you could do about it. 

“And I think that’s about all the loss I can take in a single day. Guess you’ll remain undefeated for now.”

Leona smirked, leaning forward to rest his elbow on the table, then his head on his hand. His tail swished behind him in amusement. 

“Not gonna let me make the kill? Talk about being a sore loser.” He teases, reaching over to flick your king down, watching it roll off the board.

You roll your eyes, leaning back against the chair.

“Oh please, like there was any doubt you’d win. I’m still leagues away from your level.”

Given you were practicing when you could, but you’d just started learning a few months ago, meanwhile Leona had been playing for years.

“True…but you’re getting better. Maybe in the next decade or so you’ll be able to beat me.”

That was probably the best form of a compliment you were going to get from him. Leona stands and stretches, letting out a yawn before going back to his bed and laying down, patting the spot next to him.

“C’mon herbivore. I wanna nap with my favorite pillow. When we wake up we can go do somethin’.”

You let out a sigh, but move to join him on the bed. He pulled your body close to his own, wrapping his arms around you and resting his head in the crook of your neck.

“Going to be satisfied with this as your prize?” You ask with a small grin, your arm wrapping around him to slowly rub his back, the skin still warm from having the sun beating against it.

Leona let out a sigh, his breath warm against your skin, his lips ever so lightly brushing against you and sending shivers down your spine.

“Yes, now be quiet so I can sleep.” He murmurs.

It was hard to tell if the kiss you felt pressed to your neck was accidental or intentional, especially when you could feel him smirking against you. It seemed he wasn’t too tired to try playing a few more games with you.

“Tease…” You grumble under your breath.

Leona’s ears twitched, his head shifting slightly, quickly followed by the feeling of his fangs against you, leaving the slight sting of a nip in their wake on your collarbone.

“What was that herbivore? Can’t hear ya when you're mumbling like that.”

You rolled your eyes, so that’s how he wanted to play today. Thankfully you were considerably better at this type of game than you were at chess. So at least now you had a fighting chance against him.

“Hm? I didn’t say anything, Leona~ Are you so sleepy that you’re starting to hear things now?” You teased, a playful singsong tone to your voice as you ran your hand through his thick mane of dark hair.

You could feel the rumbling in his throat as he lifted his head till those beautiful green eyes of his met your face, staring you down and looking for any tell you had. You offered him a small smile, feigning innocence. You curled a strand of his hair around your finger, tilting your head a little in feigned curiosity.

“What’s the matter Leona? I thought you wanted to sleep?” You questioned sweetly, stretching out under him and letting out a theatrical yawn.

You closed your eyes, tilting your head to face away from him. Leona didn’t move. You could feel his stare on you, almost feeling like a weighted blanket before Leona shifted again. The bed dipped on either side of your hips and you opened your eyes, looking up to see Leona straddling you. Your eyes slowly traveled down his toned torso, swallowing softly when you got to his pants before another rumbling sound from him had your eyes jumping up to meet his.

He had that ever present smirk back on his face, a certain glint in his eyes that made you want to squirm under him but you willed yourself into staying still. Though that sentiment did nothing for the pounding in your chest and the creeping blush on your cheeks.

“Y’know herbivore, I think I wanna change my prize.” His words came out low like a roll of thunder.

His hands moved to the hem of your shirt, pulling it up as he leaned in, his green eyes almost seeming to glow before he buried his face back in your neck.

“What-” Your breath caught in your throat, your voice hitching a little as he nipped at your neck before tracing his tongue around the fresh mark. Delicious tingles shooting down your spine.“What do you want to change it to?” You asked, still weakly trying to feign innocence like the answer wasn’t literally pressing into your thigh.

"It's been about a week now right? Think it's time I gave you some proper attention n' put you back in your place." His voice was heavy with want, breath hot and teasing against your ear..

He grabbed your wrists, bringing them above your head and pinning them there with a single hand while his other worked on getting your bottoms off. His tail was swaying lazily as he took his time marking your neck with bites and kisses. His tongue tracing over each bite to ease any sting from his fangs while he gently sucked wherever he kissed.

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[dreamingofep]

Strangers in the Crowd pt. 5

(Elvis/Austin!Elvis × reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Request: No, just another one of my delusional fantasies.

Prompt: You and your best friend are on are annual girls trip and go to see Elvis at the International.

Little did you know this would be a show you'll never forget. Fem!Reader

TW: SMUTTT, cussing, fingering (f. receiving) teasing/ tension, oral, the usual really dirty stuff.

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+, so minors Do NOT Interact)

Word Count: 6.7k

A/N: Hi lovlies. Thank you for being so patient! Sorry it took so long for me to write this part but hopefully it was worth the wait! I’ll never get enough of 70’s Elvis🤭 Get ready for some smut, and more smut… I went overboard lol.

Feel free to message me or comment what you think!

Thanks for all the love. Sorry for any spelling mistakes or goofs.

Tell me you’re mine…

His words give you goosebumps and echo loud inside your head. Your answer came flowing from your mouth so easily, it was at the forefront of your mind from the moment he met your eyes and pressed his soft lips onto yours.

Elvis is still cooling down and heat slowly radiates off of him. He grabs his robe and wraps it around himself and brushes his damp hair off of his forehead. He takes some deep breaths before facing you again, still sitting on the table. His eyes bore over your body and he goes to grab a blanket off the back of the couch. Unfolding the blanket in front of you, he wraps the warm, soft blanket around your shoulders, scoops you up off of the table, and carries you off into the bedroom.

The low-lit room feels safe with Elvis’s arms wrapped around your body as he gently places you on the bed, the pillow resting comfortably behind your neck. He places gentle kisses on your forehead and caresses your face. You sigh at how tender he is with you and wish you can live like this forever.

“Why you gotta be so stubborn, honey? Why are you so afraid of being with me?” He asks softly, his icy blues calm and serene compared to the fiery storms they were. You look at him with pleading eyes, the silence in between you two is deafening. You play with your rings in a nervous state and try to muster up the words that will show him how you really feel.

“I’m sorry, all of this is so overwhelming. I met you last night and I just…. Never really thought you’d care so much bout me. I’m just one girl.” You say insecurely.

“Honey, I care about you so much. I want you, and I mean it. Please be with me, I want you here. I haven’t felt like this for anyone in a really long time,” his boyish charm shines here and his voice dips low, showing his own insecurity.

Your heart melts for him, seeing him not as the untouchable force of Elvis Presley, but just a fragile, lonely man needing love. It feels silly the more you think about it how it never crossed your mind how sensitive he may be. The image of a man is one thing, the human being is another.

You inhale deeply and meet his eyes again, “Elvis I want you too, more than I can ever show you. I don’t want to, but I have to leave tomorrow,”

“But I can give you everything right here. I promise to take good care of ya,” he coos, “how many times do I need to prove that to you,” he snickers into your ear.

You blush at his tempting words and shake your head.

“Elvis I’m finishing college, I have a few more weeks to go. I really need to go back and finish and graduate. I can’t put my entire life on pause,” you say regretfully.

He gets really quiet and looks away.

“Would you like to visit Graceland on the weekends when you’re free? I don’t think I can not see you for so long,” he says in a hushed whisper and kisses your lips softly.

You sigh into him, wanting to succumb to every last wish but reality does set in and you know that’s just not possible.

“I can try. I’d love to see Graceland. It looks beautiful in pictures,” you say as you look at his gleaming eyes.

This brings a cute smile to his face and he nods in agreement.

“Graceland is wonderful dear. You’d love it. It’s my true home.” He takes a pause, “Can you stay one more night with me? I don’t want to wake up without ya,”

“Yes, I’ll stay with you,”

You get comfy on his chest as he runs his fingers through your hair. You didn’t realize how tired you were until you closed your eyes and the darkness of sleep takes over.

*

Your eyelids flutter open and feel Elvis’ arm around your shoulder. Your head is on his chest, rising and falling with the pattern of his breathing. You hear his heart beating away, ringing like music to your ears. Your hand rests gently on his stomach and the feeling of his soft silk pajamas on your skin feels divine. You rub your fingertips softly over the fabric, down past the waistband of his pajama bottoms. There you pause as you feel the outline of his cock, soft, but laying heavy down the side of his leg. You hold your breath as you continue to run your fingertips along his shaft. Your body aches for him, doesn't matter what time it is, you just want him and for him to be showering you with love and affection.

You carefully adjust your head and your body lower, hoping Elvis won’t wake up.

Your hand skims over the soft silk and around the length of him. You want him, more than it’s possibly feasible and your mouth waters at the idea of having him.

You slip your hand under his pajama pants and wrap your hand around his girth. You feel the length of him respond to your touch and grow harder. The heat from the blood rush to his cock and you start to slowly pull his length above his waistband.

You pull back his foreskin and start to slowly jerk his cock in your hand. Heat rushes to your core and you feel the wetness start to pool. His length gets hard in your hand and the sight of him has you completely weak for him.

You wrap your lips around his head and slowly lick, sucking lightly. You feel his body stir, responding to the attention he is getting. You take more of his length, swirling your tongue on his shaft. He inhales deeply and lets out a grunt as you suck more on his length.

“Goddamn mama, whatcha’ doin’ ta me,” he slurs sleepily, his hand reaching for your hair.

You hum slightly and suck harder, causing him to moan heavily. You lower your hand to gently cup his heavy balls, massaging them softly with each suck. His hips jolt forward when he feels this, letting out another moan that sends a shockwave straight to your core.

He tightens his grip on your hair and pulls your head up to look at him, making you whine.

“What’s my little girl think she’s doin’? Being bad so early in the morning,” he chuckles.

You nod your head at him with pleading eyes and bite the inside of your cheek.

“I’m just trying to take care of my baby. Want him to feel good for the day,” you say sensually as you stroke his dick in your hand.

His hips involuntarily move up with your motions and he clears his throat.

“Let me teach you how to do that honey,” his voice deep and full of temptation.

You sit on your knees and watch as he sits up, taking your face in his hands and kissing you intensely. His hands wander down your chest and finds your erect nipples. He plays with them in between his fingers and puts pressure on them causing you to moan softly. Elvis’ eyes look calm, but nevertheless intense.

He scoots up higher on the bed and sits back with his head resting comfortably against the lush pillows. You watch as his slender fingers work the button of his pajama top and start to take it off of himself. He spreads his legs open a bit and you stare at the most perfect-looking man in front of you, tan skin glowing, his raspy southern drawl luring you in like a siren would.

“Come mere’ lil’ mama. Lemme teach you how to ride me,” he tantalizes, his hand wrapping around his length, slowly rubbing the precum that is leaking from him. You swallow sharply, nerves sizzle through you and yet you are so turned on. You want him to take care of you, but nothing sounds more tempting than for you to have the control and fuck him.

You nod your head and straddle his narrow hips, his cock resting up on your mound and the heat of it making your core drip with wetness. You stand up on your knees and wait for his instructions readily.

“I want you baby, please show me what you want,” you beg, ready for him.

He smiles and starts to rub his length through your sopping folds, coating his length. You gasp at the sensation and feel the throb in your core become more prominent.

“Okay honey, I’ll show you,” he shifts your hips and aligns his cock to your entrance, and rests it there, “I want you to sink down just on the tip, feeling it rub on your walls, slowly stretching you to get ready for the rest of me,” you instantly whine at his words, craving him carnally.

You lock eyes and you feel both of his hands on your hips, hovering over his cock, and slowly sink you down on him.

You bite your lip as you feel him start to enter you, and he lifts your hips up and holds you there. You moan at the loss of him inside you and stare at him with pleading eyes. He tuts his tongue softly and squeezes your hips.

He lifts his hips up and enters you this way, only putting the tip inside, and taking it out over and over. This drives you mad, you want him to let you take over and release a frustrated moan. Suddenly, he lets go of your hips and moves his hands up to your face, placing it on your jaw.

“Take more of me, baby,” he instructs.

Your instincts take over and swivel your hips, taking more of him and sighing when you feel him stretch you. He moans with you and watches as you enjoy moving up and down on his length, finding the perfect angle that makes your eyes roll back. He feels so irrefutably good, the way his hard length fills you up so completely and has you clawing at his for release.

“Being so good, taking this cock so well,” he praises as he takes your breasts in his hands and squeezes them with his large hands. His breathing becomes labored and his eyes drink in the sight on top of him. How you roll your hips with him and hit that spot inside you that could send you flying. How you claw at his chest when you put more of him inside you. You take inch by inch of him, feeling your walls taught around his length giving you the most fervent feelings surging through your body.

Elvis puts his hands back onto your hips and smiles up at you, “I want you to take all of me now baby, want you to bounce on me and come apart like that,” he says in a hushed whisper. Your heart races uncontrollably, so turned on, and yet a bit scared too.

You take more of him and feel the overwhelming sensation of him getting deeper inside you. “I don’t think I can…” you say breathlessly.

“Yes you can baby. You like it when my cock is stuffed inside you like that. I want you,” he coos as you feel his cock twitch inside you.

You know he’s right. You want him more than anything right now and to have him hit your most sensitive spots deep inside you. You bounce on your knees more, taking it slow and watch how he gets a crooked grin on his face watching you get off on him. You ride him faster, snapping your hips at the perfect angles that make you want to scream.

Your walls begin to flutter as you bottom out on him and cry out. You grab onto his shoulders and ride him harder, the obscene sounds coming from you fill the otherwise silent room and Elvis is loving every moment of it.

You lean your head back and he watches how his length disappears completely inside you every time you sink down.

You start to lose control and grind back and forth, rubbing your clit on the base of his cock. You gasp as you feel your coil about to snap and you stare at Elvis with wide eyes. He helps you rock into him more and without saying a word, beacons you to give into him.

You cry out his name when you feel your orgasm washes throughout your body. Your toes curl and you squeeze your eyes shut as you ride out your high.

You hear his groans grow louder as he feels you squeeze his length over and over. His hands grasp all over your body all at once, like he is so overwhelmed by it all and doesn’t know where he wants to touch.

“Aw hell mama, you’re gonna make me cum,” he moans as he reaches to grab a fist full of hair. You moan his name as you continue to buck your hips on him.

“I want you to cum,” you moan breathlessly, “cum inside me please, Elvis.”

A deep growl comes out of him and he squeezes your hips as he moans in pleasure and you feel his cock twitch. Hot spurts start to coat your walls and his hips buck up with every movement. You cry out for him, wanting him to keep going and make you feel even more incredible. The grunts that come out of him are animalistic and everything about the sounds of it has you hooked. You never want to stop having him make those sounds for you.

Your body gives up and you collapse on top of his chest. Your body trembles and you hold onto him tightly as if you’re about to fly away. Both of your chests are heaving and try to soothe each other down by running your hands in each others hair.

You look into his eyes and look at him in awe.

You start to giggle and he starts to laugh with you.

“What are you laughin' at woman,” he teases and tickles your side causing you to laugh more. Tears start to slide down your cheek from laughing so hard.

“I’m just… I loved that. I have never come so much, you felt great,” You say embarrassed as you cover your mouth with your hands.

“Mmm good baby, I can say the same for you. You looked so good. I could watch you do that over and over,” he says and you blush bashfully.

He really likes to watch… you think.

The silence grows loud around you two and you get off of him and cuddle close to him, resting your head on his chest.

“I wish you can stay longer with me. I have so much more to learn about you,” he quips.

The blood rushes to your cheeks, still shocked that this man is so attached to you despite being able to have any woman he wants.

“I know, I feel the same. But I really need to get back. These last few weeks are crucial for me,” you say gently.

“You never told me what you’re studying,” he says inquisitively.

“Oh, yea I guess I forgot. I’m studying Journalism. I think it’s really important, to tell the truth and tell the world that. I’ve never seen myself do anything else. I think it’s my calling or something,” you stop yourself not wanting to sound too cheesy.

“I love that darlin’. You’re gonna be a great journalist unlike a lot of them nowadays. I can see you on the tv now,” he teases.

“I don’t think the tv thing is for me. I would much rather focus on writing. I think my best ideas come to me when I have a pen and paper in front of me.”

He smiles and his eyes light up as he looks at you with amazement.

“You’re really something. I’m just so happy we found each other,” he says softly leaning in to give you a warm, wet kiss.

You sigh into the love he’s giving you. You are beyond thankful you decided to see Elvis’ show and be that stranger in the crowd and feel like two magnets trying to meet for the first time.

Another wave of emotions wash over you and you feel tears start to well.

“Me too, Elvis. This was a trip we’ll never forget.”

He placed a few more kisses on your lips and sees the emotion about to spill over. He holds you tight and tells you it’s going to be okay.

“Would you like some food before you go? Can’t have you going hungry.” He says tenderly.

“Mmm yea, I can go for some pancakes and bacon.”

“Okay honey coming right up,” he puts on his pajama bottoms and walks to the phone on the desk across the room. You sneak into the bathroom and wash your face and grab a robe from behind the door.

*

After breakfast, you start to gather your things and make the painful goodbye. You get dressed and decide to put on a lilac sundress that was conveniently placed in the bathroom for you. You step out of the bathroom and see elvis standing by the window in a black long sleeve with sliver cherry blossoms on it and black slacks. His hair was perfectly put into place and his sideburns trimmed made him look even better than usual.

Fuck he looks good…

Get a grip, you think to yourself. Everything in you was telling you to not go but you knew that just isn’t possible.

You sit on the bed staring up at the ceiling, taking this all in and remembering every detail of the wildest 48 hours of your life. None of it feels real but based on how your body feels, it was very much real.

You feel the bed sink down beside you and you feel Elvis wrap his arm around you. The warmth of his body next to yours makes you sigh with comfort and you snuggle closer to him. There are so many emotions going around on in your head and you’re on the cusp of crying. But you hold it together the best you can. You told yourself a million times to not get attached but here you are, about to go and feelings bubbling up like lava.

“Thank you, for everything. I had a wonderful time.” You say shyly, realizing how dumb you sound for thanking him for fucking you.

“Me too darlin’. I’m gonna miss you,” he says as he squeezes you tighter. “I’m serious about you coming to Graceland. Give me your number so I can let you know when things can be arranged,” he reaches for the nightstand where there’s a small notepad and pen.

He hands you them and you scribble down your number and put a heart at the end of it.

You pathetic little girl.

“I’ll be waiting for your call,” you wink at him. He grins cutely at you and kisses you on your forehead. You breathe deeply through your nose and let the scent of him wash over you. The impeding silence fills the room again and you nervously pick at your nail polish.

He shifts slightly on the bed and you can tell he is a little nervous about something.

“What’s wrong?” You ask.

“Well, umm… before you go. I was wondering if I could take some pictures of you?” He says shyly with that little boy innocence.

You blush immediately and press your lips together, “Yea I don’t mind. Do I look alright?” You ask straightening out your hair, pushing it to the front of your chest and smoothing out your dress.

A small crooked smile forms and he nods at you, “just perfect honey.” He reaches into the drawer of the nightstand and pulls out a Polaroid camera. He checks to see if there’s film in there and pulls out another pack of film and puts it on the nightstand.

You start to stand up when he puts his hand on your shoulder, “I think you can stay on the bed. You look gorgeous in my bed,” the possessiveness rolling off his tongue so easily and barreling right at you. You decide to play his little game and sit up with the pillows behind your back. “I’ve only got 10 of these so hopefully we can get a few good ones,” he teases.

You stretch out your legs and smooth out your dress over your thighs. You look up at him and he’s staring at you like you’re his next meal.

“Okay, tell me how to pose,” you say cheekily.

He nods his head at you, “stay just like that pretty girl, give me a smile,” he says playfully.

You tilt your head a bit to the side and give him a teeth-baring smile and you hear the shutter.

Click…1

He hums softly to himself and pulls the Polaroid out of the camera and shakes it a bit.

“This one is going to be a cute one,” he quips.

You giggle at him and get ready for the next pose he wants. He sits down on the bed to get a better angle and raises the camera to his eye.

“Hmm, now blow me a kiss doll,” he says.

You smile to yourself and pucker your lips at the lens and put out your hand in front of your chin to make it seem like you’re blowing a kiss to him. You hear the click and the flash of the bulb goes off.

Click…2

He takes out that picture and gives it a shake and puts it to the side. He has this ear-to-ear grin and you can’t help but gush over the fact that Elvis Presley finds you this attractive.

You insecurely bite your finger and look down. A low grumble comes from his chest and you look up to find him looking at you with need. You start to put down your finger and he stops you.

“Do that again honey. You look so good like that,” he says quietly as he lifts the camera in your direction. You listen to him and make the same gesture and look up into the lens. Your heart starts to beat faster not out of nervousness but more out of enticement.

Click…3

Elvis bites his lip looking at you and gets that fiery look in his eyes and you know he is thinking about things he probably shouldn’t be. He leans in and caresses your face and kisses you. You moan into him. His thumb rubs on your cheek as he breaks the kiss. He rubs it along your bottom lip and he puts the camera up to his eye.

“Open that mouth for me, baby. Show me how I taught you to suck on me,” he commands.

This sends a shiver down your body and you breathe in heavily. Your core starts to grow needy and you feel yourself starting to get wet for him. You bat your eyelashes at him and open your mouth and he pushes his thumb inside you. You swirl your tongue around his long digit and close your mouth around it and suck. You let out a small, airy moan. You continue these motions and look at Elvis behind the camera. His cheeks are starting to flush and his chest begins to heave.

“Fuck,” he moans.

Click…4

Your whole body is buzzing and you want to keep making him want more. You brush the straps of your dress off your shoulders and cup your breasts in your hands and squeeze them lightly, making them look extra full. 


“Take one like this honey,” you say sensually. You bite your lips gently as you watch him raise the camera.

Click…5

“You’re trying to kill me I just know it,” he says exasperatedly. He brushes his hair back with his hand. You give him a cheeky smile and reach out your hand to place it on his thighs. You give it a small squeeze.

“What else would you like from me?” You pause as a devilish idea enters your head. “You probably wouldn’t want to see how wet I am for you,” you say.


His eyes grow wide and he clears his throat. Your heart pounds away with what you’re about to do. You start to sit back and lift both of your legs up and spread them open. You slowly start to scrunch your dress in your hand, carefully lifting it up, a sliver of your panties becoming exposed.

“What? I thought you like to watch, baby. Are you gonna just stare at me or take the picture, honey?” You quip and give him a mischievous grin. You have no idea what has come over you, this type of display would have scared you half to death a few days ago. He groans and leans back and sets up for the shot.

“Naughty, naughty girl,” he mutters under his breath.

Click…6

You look over at Elvis and see his cock straining in his pants, leaving a hard imprint down his leg. You start to get flustered by just the sight of him. You feel the heat coming off of him and crave for his touch. Scrunching up more of your dress, you lift it up to expose your wet panties, showing Elvis the wet spot that has accumulated there. He takes in a sharp breath as he sees you laying there waiting for his next command.

“Mmm, I see those soaked panties baby. Show me that weeping pussy,” he coos. Your heart thumps loudly in your ears and you stare at Elvis’ dominant eyes. Your fingers play with the lace and feel the wet pool that has formed at your core. You watch as he looks wide-eyed and starved for you. You play with the elastic of the waistband and pull it down, then back up, and he lets out a frustrated grunt.

“Oh, you want to be a tease?” He questions sternly.

You press your lips together to hide the smile you want to give him. You should listen to him, you think, you already know what happens when you don’t listen to him…

“Maybe a little,” you say sheepishly, looking up at him with doe eyes.

“Hmm, I guess I need to make you listen,” he says shortly, a devilish gleam in his eyes.

He reaches out his hand and rubs his fingers on your soaked panties. He moans when he makes contact with your throbbing core and moves his fingers in a circular motion over your sensitive bud. Your eyes roll back as you feel the much-needed friction on your clit. He moves your panties to the side and exposes your core to the cool air of the room. He rubs his long finger through your sopping folds and gathers the wetness on it. He then slips it in your taught hole and you whimper out.

“Look at me,” he says sternly, “Look what a needy slut you’re being.” You bite your lip as he slowly moves his finger in and out of you, the wetness seeping out of you with each movement.

You look at him, watching him point the camera to you, and hear the shutter yet again.

Click…7

He curls his finger deep inside of you and your hips involuntarily buck up. You try to hide the moan emitted from your throat but he only makes it come to the surface as he pumps his finger faster into you.

“I want to make you cum lil’ mama. I’m gonna get it on film. Put your fingers inside of yourself now and show me,” you moan at his words and your hand instantly move to your throbbing core.

He slides his finger out and you put two of yours inside yourself. You moan his name and curl and pump your fingers in and out of you. Looking at him, his eyes blown wide and his free hand lazily rubbing his cock through his pants. You groan loudly, “Elvis, please.”

“Being sucha good girl finger fucking yourself. Making me want you so bad,” he groans sensually. His words make your core clench around your fingers and your mouth forms into an O shape.

Click…8

You start to become desperate and feel the coil in your belly tighten by the second. You desperately want to do as he says.

Elvis reaches over again and grabs your breast and squeezes it, pinching your nipple, making you gasp.

“Cum for me darlin. I wanna see you,” he begs. You move your other hand and start to move it on slow circular motions on your clit, working yourself up to the brink of ecstasy. You fingers move faster and you curl them as Elvis would do to you. You squeeze your eyes closed as you feel your coil snap and you moan out his name over and over. He watches with intensity as your core flutters around your slender fingers. The sounds of your moans and the squelching coming from in between your thighs fill the room and then, the sound of the shutter.

“Fuck mama, just like that.”

Click…9

Elvis groans deeply and reaches for your wrist and pulls your fingers out of yourself. You feel the wetness seep out of you and Elvis aims the camera at you.

Click…10

You lay there breathless, your body tingling from the high you’re coming down from.

You glance back over to Elvis and he look awestruck.

“Did I do okay?” You ask coyly, hugging your knees to your chest.

He scoffs at you and shakes his head, “you were beyond good, baby. I-I-I don’t know what else to say,” he smirks at you.

He looks over to the discarded photos that are developed. You can’t help but blush at the sight of yourself on display like that.

You lean over to the nightstand where the extra film is and grab the camera out of Elvis’ hand. You take out the used cartridge and pop in the new one. He gives you a confused look and tries to grab the camera from you. You pull it out of his reach and raise it up above your head.

“Oh no, no, no. I think It’s only fair I get some pictures of you too honey. Please? Can I take some pictures with me?” You plead, your hand traveling up his leg, barely grazing his hardened cock.

He takes a sharp breath in through his teeth and squirms a bit.

“Ah hell mama, I don’t know…” He trails off.

“Please baby, I’m gonna miss you so much. I want pictures just for me.”

It only takes him a spilt second to change his mind once he sees your pleading eyes.

You smile proudly, happy you’re getting exactly what you want. You both switch positions on the bed and you raise the camera to your eye.

“Smile for me baby,” you tease like he did to you.

He presses his lips together, then flashes you that million dollar smile.

Click…1

“Now its time to give me a kiss,” you say cheekily. He can’t help but laugh at your antics and he tries to hold it together.

He puckers his lips and winks at you.

Click…2

He looks so damn good. You want to tease him just as much as he did to you and you know he’s not going to like it.

“I want you to touch yourself honey. Show me how bad you want me,” you say cutely.

“Woman I swear…” He trails off.

“Show me, please,” you beg.

Elvis groans heavily and his hand travels down to his length, rubbing it slowly through his pants. He holds his hand at the tip of his cock, perfectly showcasing his entire length in his pants and you know that’s the shot.

Click…3

“You look so good baby,” you praise. You can’t help but feel your own cheeks getting flush through this whole ordeal.

“Now I want you to take off your shirt and pants for me,” you plead.

He tuts his tongue, “what am I going to do with you,” he mutters.

“You can worry about that later, right now you need to listen to me,” you say firmly.

He hides the smile on his face as he looks down, unbuttoning each small pearl button and pausing to look at you mischievously. He discards his shirt on the foot of the bed and then reaches for his pant’s button. You watch as he slowly drags the zipper down and hooks his thumbs into the waistband and pulls them down achingly slow. He keeps eye contact with you, waiting on you with bated breath and groans slightly when he feels the friction of the pants coming off of him and rubbing along his cock.

His pants finally fall to the ground and he kicks them to the side, standing there completely naked. Your eyes wander every inch of his body and you can’t help but bite your lip when you see his length. He looked so good, his head leaking with precum and red.

“Mmm looking so perfect honey. I want you to take your hand and slowly jerk yourself off for me,” you direct as you raise the camera up to your eye. He takes his right hand and wraps it around his length and starts to ceremoniously pull and hold his foreskin back, using his thumb to spread his precum around the tip of his shaft and he looks up at you through his long lashes. You feel yourself melting into a puddle watching this incredibly powerful man succumb to your every last wish.

“Get on you knees now,” you say. He takes a sharp breath in and watch as his eyes go aflame. He sees the game you’re playing and wants to see how far you’ll take it.

He kneels down and sits on his heels, his cock still in his hand. You stand up and press the button.

Click…4

You feel completely weak for him like this, it takes everything in you to not tell him to fuck you right then and there.

You sink to you knees and place your hand on his shaft, using the similar motions he was making. He instantly groans and looks up to the ceiling, the veins along his neck protrude and you want to take a bite right there.

Instead you place a long kiss there, sucking at the sensitive flesh before parting your lips from him. You continue to move your hand and point the camera lens down.

Click… 5

Elvis lets out a frustrated moan and grabs your wrist and pulls your hand away from him.

“You’re succeeding in making me desperate for you, is that what you wanted?” He grins coyly.

“Yeah, just a little,” you say matter of fact, “I think you should take these last four pictures. You’d probably get a better angle,” you say and wink at him. He swallows sharply and takes the camera from you.

“What did my naughty girl have in mind?” He says low, his voice raspy.

“You should probably stand up for this,” you say.

He gets up and you remain on your knees, excitement coursing through your chest.

You place your hand on his cock and look up at him looming over you.

“I think now would be a good time to take a picture baby,” You tease.

He bites his lip and nods his head in agreement.

Click… 6

You start to place soft kisses up and down his thighs, getting dangerously close to his most sensitive spots. He leans into every touch and you can feel his body quiver in your hands.

You finally give what he wants most and wrap your lips around the head. The gutteral moan that comes out of his mouth sends an electric shock straight to your core. You continue to tease and only give him as little as you can. You flatten your tongue along his shaft and he produces another deep groan.

His hand finds your hair and he wraps his fingers around it, making you a whining mess.

You look up at him innocently with his cock in your mouth and it doesn’t take him long to figure out what you want him to do next.

Click… 7

He releases your hair for a brief moment to take the picture out of the camera and toss it on the bed, then his hand goes back into your hair, pulling it taught.

“Please take more of me baby. Show me how well I taught you to take this,” he says.

Your mouth waters at his words and you instinctively take more of him, swirling and sucking on him. He uses his hand to gently bob your head up and down along his shaft and he moans more.

Click…8

Your core tightens and you feel wetness drip down the side of your thigh.

Drool dribbles down you chin as more of his length fills up your mouth.

His breathing becomes heavier and the gruffness of his voice becomes louder. Your hands trail up and down his thighs, tightly squeezing them as you prepare to take more of him. You wrap your hand around the base of his cock and then you hear the shutter.

Click…9

Elvis moves his hips with you as you suck on him, bringing him to the edge. You feel his cock twitch in your mouth and you know he’s not going to last much longer.

“Oh baby, I-I-I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum all over your face.” He says in a rush.

You moan at his words and feel him take his cock out of your mouth. You watch as he jerks it in his hand and the thick, white spurts hit your face and tongue.

He lets out loud moans and being a tingle to your core. Drips of his cum go onto your chest and take your finger and lick it up. This produces another wave of pleasure and another groan from Elvis.

Click …10

Elvis puts the Polaroid on the bed and picks you up off your knees and sits you on the bed. He bites his lower lip when he sees the mess on your face. He reaches for the box of tissues on the nightstand and carefully removes any remnants of his seed.

“You were so good, remembering all the things I taught you,” he says with dominance.

You nod you head and squeeze his arm.

“I promise I’ll still remember when I see you next,” you say teasingly but also trying to stay hopeful for your own sake.

“I don’t doubt it honey,” he says reassuringly.

You glance over at the clock and realize you really need to meet Cicily downstairs now to make it home in a timely manner. You breathe deeply in through your nose and pull the straps up on your shoulders and brace yourself for the goodbye.

“I- umm… I have to go meet Cicily now,” you say softly.

He gathers up the Polaroids scattered on the bed and hands you the ones you took.

“Cant forget these,” he teases.

You can’t help but laugh and put the pictures inside your purse.

He gets serious for a second as he’s looking at you and pulls you into his arms.

Your embrace feels too quick and you would give anything to stay here. Pressing your head to his chest, you feel the warmth of his body, being comforting as ever.

You feel his chest rise and fall as he takes in one last squeeze of you, hearing his melodious heart beat one last time.

“I’ll see you in no time dear. I’ll call you as soon as I get to Graceland,” he says with tenderness.

You believe him… but the other part of you is skeptical.

You flash him a believable smile and reach for one more kiss. It’s brief, but you still feel the passion seeping through. He helps you to the door and squeeze his hand, hopefully not for the last time.

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[chamomiletealeaf]

A Personal Rant

In September of 2022 I met a guy who I liked so much it physically hurt. He was my first and only guy friend and I think that’s why I got so attached to him. We worked together which is how I knew him. We hung out outside of work, he modeled for my photography, and we talked every day. We became super super close and I told him I liked him one day and he rejected me nicely. It hurt so fucking bad and may have been my first heartbreak even if it wasn’t reciprocated.

We stayed friends though and still kind of are, but he got promoted (because of me btw) and then his ego inflated to the point where he’s such a dickhead now. He liked that I liked him because I think it boosted his ego and confidence as well. So he’s a jerk because of me. Being friends with him and loving him so much got to his head and now he’s no fun. He saw how much better I was than him and he tried to play off my achievements as not that serious because I think he was intimidated I was more successful than him. He saw a girl like me liked a guy like him and it made him arrogant like he’s hot shit. It’s my fault he’s the way he is.

Anyways, he recently got a girlfriend, which is fine, because I’m pretty much over him now. A coworker told me last night and showed me pics of them together.

She’s a nursing major, white, looks 13 (she’s 19 and he’s 20 and so am I) and she’s also a lifeguard. He was telling me about her and tbh she seems really boring and she looks like every other white girl I’ve ever seen but I was being nice. I don’t want to be that girl best friend who is mean to his girlfriend for no reason, but he is really a jerk now, so it’s not like I want him anymore.

However, I still feel upset. I think the reason is because I tried for over a year to get him to like me. I tried so so hard and liked him so bad that I cried a lot and would not let go of the possibility that one day, I would maybe get him, and he would change his mind. And here comes this girl he met on Tinder, who got him so easily. Something I wanted so bad for so long that I fought so hard and did everything I could do to get was just… handed to some other girl who honestly seems to be a super boring person. I’m sure she’s nice but still.

I straightened my hair, (I’m part black so my hair is really curly) I wore makeup every time I knew I’d see him, I’m white passing with blue eyes so I would wear black eyeshadow to accentuate that, and I would wear clothes that were in some way revealing to maybe change his mind about me. I would do things I knew he liked in girls even if it wasn’t truly me. And even then, it wasn’t enough. He says it wasn’t me, it was him, and that I was pretty and nothing was wrong with me, but the types of girls he likes says otherwise.

It’s just really upsetting to me that something I wanted so bad for so long and did everything I could do to try and get it was just spoon fed to someone else who didn’t even want it as much.

I know I’m better than him in every way. He doesn’t have any dreams or aspirations and works at the restaurant I work at. He’s boring now. Doesn’t do anything other than work and brag about how he never even clocked in. I’m glad he found a girl on his level because honestly, I think I intimidated him.

No guy has ever been interested in me. I think I’m too mature and have too many aspirations and drives for them to keep up with. I’m also not much of a beauty standard. My hair is extremely curly, my nose doesn’t turn up all cute and small, I have ethnic features that aren’t considered “pretty” where I live (I live in a very white neighborhood in the suburbs of New York city), I have a bump on the bridge of my nose kinda like Lady Gaga’s, which I kinda like, but I know it’s not a beauty standard where I live, and I’m not very skinny. I’m naturally a bit bigger in every way. It’s just my build.

Maybe one day I’ll find a man who sees me just as beautiful and appealing as the beauty standards, and I won’t have to fight to be noticed anymore. One who would support me and find my aspirations inspiring rather than intimidating.

#rant

[cool-cowboy]

A Weeknight Patrol

Tags:

Submissive Leon S. Kennedy, Workplace relationship, Car sex, Leon is a munch, Panty kink, Body worship, Roleplay, Begging, Accidental voyeurism, Idiots in love

Summary:

“Hm… Something entertaining to do..? Alone… At night…”

In which you and Leon are both rookies, and friends with benefits, but probably also in love with each other. You're out on a late night patrol at a barren speed trap, bored out of your minds, so you find something more interesting to do. An interruption in the form of your boss checking in on the radio, some unexpected, clumsy roleplay, and a sweetheart Leon, as always.

Text:

“Holy shit this is boring!” He slams his head back into his headrest, being dramatic, coaxing a soft smile out of me.

“C’mon, could be worse…” Not much worse, we’ve been sitting here staring at an empty road for the past hour, nothing to do but sit and talk, the only station that isn’t static on the cruiser radio deciding now is a good time to play some sensual R&B, which is turned down low just to give us some noise besides the rain. He gives me a look, lolling his head to the side to look at me, his frown terribly cute paired with his sunburn, courtesy of a patrol that left us sitting in the sun for a few hours earlier this week.

“Guess so, could be bored out of my mind and by myself.” He runs a hand over his face, digging the heel of his palm into his eyes, trying to wake himself up. “They’re giving us all the shit patrols on purpose… Goddamn annoying…” His voice is a low grumble, cute, his eyes cast forward out the windshield. “We should start bringing cards or something, have something half entertaining to do.” There it is, my in, perfect time to suggest we make better use of our time. God knows he won’t, we’ve been sleeping together for a month and he’s still too damn shy to ever initiate it, not that I mind, it’s charming, and I appreciate he enjoys my company enough to not only want me around because I’m just as horny as him. I have put myself in a situation, half in love with the man I’m supposed to be casually hooking up with, but I can’t help it, he’s so sweet, textbook boyfriend material.

“Hm… Something entertaining to do..?” I give him a look, but he’s clueless, just staring at me with his brows drawn together, hands drumming on the steering wheel. “Alone… At night…” It clicks, and he goes bashful, all blushy and nervous, shocked I’d suggest a location other than either of our bedrooms.

“You mean- uh… Here..?” He looks scared, and I have to hold down my laugh, nodding lightly and leaning toward him, loving the way his eyes dip toward my lips, the nervous swallow he does when my hand slides over his thigh.

“Why not? No one’s gonna be around any time soon…” I smile, but he still looks unsure, much more serious about following the rules of the department, more worried about being caught. “Don’t you think it’d be hot? We can-”

“Okay.” He nods, small and nervous, his hand coming up to pull me in by my jaw, stray velco of his glove scratchy on my skin. “God, this is… Crazy.” He lets me kiss him first, following my lead, slow and light, his breathing quickly going uneven. “Are you… Sure this…” He speaks between kisses, voicing his unease, my hand soothing over his upper arm helping to relax him. “It’s okay?” I don’t know if he was a virgin before we met, never thought to ask, but it sure seems like it in moments like this, when he’s so meek, shaking before me, so worried over something so insignificant.

“It’ll be fine, Leon.” I plant sweet kisses down his neck, nosing at a spot he likes at the base of his throat. “Do you want to? We can wait..?” He runs his fingers through my hair, heaving a massive sigh, pressing his lips to the top of my head.

“I want to…” He’s so awkward, too shy to be forward, but I don’t mind, it only takes a little coaxing to get the truth out of him, just a little touch and some sweet words and he’s putty in my hands.

“Yeah?” It comes out breathless, excited, but I guess that’s honesty. I let him pull my head back up, pretty blue eyes staring into mine for a few seconds before he pulls me in, setting a delightfully slow pace, almost romantic.

“This is… Like porn.” I laugh against his lips, drawing his own low laugh out of him, pleasantly surprised when he pulls at one of my belt loops. “Can you… C’mere?” I comply quickly, satisfied he’s being a little bossy, something I don’t usually get during my time spent with him, settling myself on top of him, hips lifted an inch off him, my head nearly hitting the ceiling. “Holy shit… This is… you look really good.” I smile down at him, pleased at the compliment, and his pretty blush.

“Yeah? Let’s take your vest off, there’s not room.” There really isn’t, I’m against the steering wheel and there’s still not any space, the bulky vests making us take up twice the space we usually would.

“Okay.” I fumble for the clips, and he doesn’t waste any time unclipping mine as well, pausing to let me pull his up over his head and toss it into the passenger seat, mine following soon after. “It’s hot… I should probably… Take this off too.” I giggle, watching him work the buttons of my shirt before leaning forward to press it back and off my arms, casting it to the seat beside him without much care, hazy eyes cast down at my exposed skin. “Jesus, I swear you look better every time…” He lets his hands run up my sides, giving me a shy smile when his cold fingers make me shiver. “Kiss me, come on, please, come down here an-” I press my lips hard against his, open-mouthed and messy, trying to set the proper mood, since car sex doesn’t really suit his usual, more romantic style. He moans against my lips, greedy hands pulling my hips down into his lap, his mouth breaking from mine to let out a soft groan.

“You seem to enjoy breaking the rules, officer…” He likes that, for whatever reason, my words earning me a pretty moan and his needy hips pushing up into me. I laugh, pulling him back in for another kiss, pressing my hips down into his in time with needy kisses. He’s being more handsy than usual, hands sliding and gripping all over, pulling me in and exploring my skin.

“You’re so pretty…” He makes his way down, kissing a messy, feverish line down my throat, smiling into my skin when I let out a pleasured sigh. “So… Damn good… So hot…” He never shuts up, something that seriously annoyed me at first, but slowly became something I can’t get enough of. “Gimme some help, yeah?” He’s fumbling with my bra, can never get it undone unless he’s staring right at it, which, to me, is very entertaining to watch. “C’mon… Can’t-Goddamnit! Please, do it for me.” I give him a look, and he presses his lips back to my skin, kissing and sucking just above my bra. “Please. C’mon, wanna see your pretty tits.” I give in, pressing a hand to his chest to lean him back, giving him a good view as I pop the clasp and slide it down my arms, letting him grab it and toss it away before he’s coming back, sat up to mouth at my nipple, his arms curling into my waist and squeezing me against him. He groans, sucking on my nipple and lathing his tongue over it before pulling back up, trailing kisses back up, pulling back to look into my face.

“How’re we gonna do this?” I smile, moving to unbutton his shirt, keeping my eyes on his, loving the nervous, lusty look he’s giving me, feeling his chest heave under my hands as I make my way down.

“How do you wanna do this?” I’m curious, usually there isn’t really any talk, we just go with the flow, but he’s more nervous than usual, out of his comfort zone, looking to me to tell him what I want. His hands slide up my sides, one staying up to play with a nipple, the other sliding back down to rest heavy on my hip.

“Wanna eat you out.” Of course. He has a passion for it, was terrible at it the first time we hooked up, vowed to become a prodigy. He has gotten good, better than anyone else I know, went from having no clue where the clit was to ripping multiple orgasms out of me for his own pleasure.

“I don’t think there’s room in here for that, Leon.” He frowns, twisting around to take a look in the backseat, lips pursed when he meets my eyes.

“I’ll make room.” He taps the side of my leg, looking way too handsome, staring up at me with his pretty blue eyes, pretty much saying he refuses to go without getting a taste. “Let me up, yeah?” I do, shifting up off him and nearly tumbling into the passenger seat, caught by his big hands and set down nicely. He climbs into the backseat, and I peer amusedly around the side of mine to watch him lay himself down, legs bent as far as they’ll go, his head still half crushed against the door. “This is fine.” I raise my brows, disbelieving, and he frowns, sitting up and shuffling up to seated, waving me back, and I comply, not wanting to deny him when he wants it so bad, even if it might be a little uncomfortable.

“What are you-” He grabs my hips and drags them a few inches from the door, the plastic digging into my back when he eases me into a slight reclined position, staring, enjoying the view for a seconds before slotting himself between my legs, letting one arm come around behind my head to support himself by the door. He presses a happy kiss to my lips, letting his forehead rest against mine as his hand ghosts up my thigh.

“This is… Exciting… I can’t fucking wait to make you cum.” He runs his thumb over my clit, overly gentle, only enough to make me flinch, not expecting him to get to business so quickly, usually he spends a lot more time making me wait. He starts a steady rhythm, watching my face, fanning his thumb up and down over my clit, keeping it gentle. “I hope you’re not in the mood to argue… Because I’m in the mood to give all you can take.” He smiles, enjoying my shocked expression, giving his thumb a little more pressure. He’s not bold, until we’re doing something like this, in which case he says whatever comes to mind, no idea how sexy it is to have someone so willing and eager to worship me.

“We’ll see, don’t you think you’ve done enough teasing, though?” He nods, letting his hand drift up to work the button and zipper of my pants, pulling himself back to ease them down my legs, groaning and rubbing his head when he slams it into the ceiling.

“Shit, you okay?” I drag him back in, inspecting, no bump.

“I’m fine, let go.” I do, giving him a playful glare when he bats my hands away. “I have work to do.” He gives a satisfied smirk, ignoring my scoff to successfully get my pants off, groaning and pretty much diving between my legs, his nose pressed to my clit before he lifts his head to kiss it, moaning and sucking through the fabric, hands running feverishly over my thighs and hips, his eyes closed to focus on whatever pleasure he’s getting out of this. He slides one hand down, pressing his thumb into the wet patch of my underwear, moaning loudly and squirming as he rubs his rough skin over the soaked fabric. “Goddamn, you’re so fucking wet. I’m so lucky, you’re so good.” As soon as he finishes talking he’s back to it, only his mouth and hand switch places, and he’s sucking at my slicked soaked panties while rubbing quick, harsh circles into my clit.

“Jesus- You…” It nearly hurts, how fast and rough he’s being, and he knows it, evil eyes peering up at me, looking pleased to have caught me off guard. “Why don’t you take those off, yeah?” He groans, his hips rutting roughly into the seat below him, his thumb working a little more gentle, satisfied once he feels me shake.

“Not yet, you look so cute in them, let me stay like this a little longer.” I can’t refuse, he’s too cute, flushed and needy and loving this. “Did you wear these for me?” He speaks into me, not bothering to pull his lips back, his breath fanning the spit and slicked soaked fabric.

“What if I did?” They’re his favorite pair, a lace and cotton navy thong, simple, but for whatever reason they drive him crazy.

“Then I’ll have to treat you extra nice.” He smiles, the only part of it I can see are his eyes crinkling, his thumb slowing down even more, not wanting to bring things to a close too quick. I hum, and he pulls back, staring into my face as he takes them off, leaving me naked in front of him, still fully dressed, besides the few buttons I got to on his shirt before he got impatient.

“Wanna take that shirt off?” He shakes his head, lowering back down to rest between spread thighs, his body barely fitting on the seat, even up on his knees.

“Not yet, lemme take care of you first.” He looks at me, urging me quietly to keep my eyes on him, and I do, watching him lean in the inch or so it takes to press a light kiss to my clit, pausing before closing his mouth over it, letting his tongue move against me, the wet warmth sending a pleased shiver through me. He sighs, big and happy, hands sliding around to hold the fronts of my thighs, gently hooking my knees over his shoulders, squeezing my thighs to the sides of his head. He really does enjoy it, looks completely blissed out, just sucking and licking and staring at me. I’m getting close when he pulls back, his eyes flitting down to my mess before coming back up, a hand snaking around so his thumb can trail up and down my slick mixed with his spit.

“Never thought I’d like this so much… I don’t know what it is…” He presses his pointer finger to my hole, nudging past the ring of muscle and curling up inside before drawing back out, a pleased noise rumbling his chest when I clench around his finger. “The taste…” He eases another finger inside, setting a slow rhythm, watching my face. “The pretty faces you make…” He presses his thumb to my clit, just rests it there, applying pressure and smiling when I try to move against him, moving his free hand to press into my pubic bone. “The way you fall apart for me… The way I can make you shake…” He moves his thumb, up and down, in time with his fingers thrusting inside, the light squelching sound seeming much louder in the small space. “I’m so damn lucky you chose me.” That gets me, I moan, low and, embarrassingly, whiny. “God, that’s it, let me hear that pretty voice. There’s no one in the room next door now, want you noisy.” He speaks quickly, gaining excitement as I get worked up, my insides tightening around him giving him the heads up of what’s coming.

“Leon-”

“Shh. Just relax, okay? I’ll be good, I’ll take care of you…” He is, too damn good, my legs beginning to tremble around him from the constant stimulation, his excited moan making me clench around him. “There we go, see? Told you I’d do a good job… You’re so close… Can you keep looking at me? Look into my eyes when you cream my fingers? Please?... I wanna see you, you look so pretty when you’re cumming for me…” I’m trying my best, my eyes barely open as my orgasm approaches, his sweet, pleading voice urging me to give in, give him the satisfaction of the eye contact he likes so much. “Give it to me, please baby, want you to finish so bad, wanna feel and taste you when you’re all out of it, wanna be the best you’ve ever had… C’mon, you’re barely holding it together, just let go, let me make you cum, work those pretty hips into me, yeah?” He gets desperate once I move, rolling my hips into his hand, his words much more rushed, my orgasm seconds away.

“Roost to condor one, how’s it going over there?” He pauses, giving me a wide-eyed look before reaching for the radio, swallowing nervously before pressing to reply, staring at me, continuing to finger me, slowly, edging me so he can reply to the comm.

“Dead. Haven’t seen anybody.” He’s enjoying this, leaning forward to press some messy kisses to my lips as we wait on the reply, his fingers still working, pausing every time I’m about to finish, keeping me from getting off before his full attention is on me.

“Alright, just checking in. Have a good night, rookie.” He smiles, big and boyish, sly, his voice rougher when he replies, amused.

“Already am.” That’s the last of it, he reaches to reattach it to the dash, returning his face to his spot between my legs, watching me eagerly, his free hand coming up to move my hips into his hand, just resting there when I take his cue, seconds away, shaking and moaning and barley able to keep my eyes on his face.

“Shit, yes, fucking cum on my fingers, make a mess for me, I’ll clean you up and give you another. Just give it to me, please baby, squeeze your pretty-” He stops, talking and moving, forcing me to fuck into his fingers through my orgasm, his eyes on my face, mouth open, his eyes low. “Jesus Christ, you’ve never looked this good. Feel good? Fucking hope it does. Has to, the way you’re fucking yourself-God…” He lets his eyes move down, watching me work myself back into a coherent state, lowering his mouth down to clean the mess once I stop spasming around him.

“Leon-!” It hurts, he’s licking all over, being rough on my clit seconds after I got done cumming, moaning into me when I yank on his hair. He takes a few more seconds, slurping up everything he can get before pulling away with a satisfied sigh, laying his cheek against my shaky thigh.

“I could stay down here all night.” He presses a kiss to my leg, smearing the mess on his face into my skin, letting out a pleased noise before licking it away, not minding to press his cheek back into the spot he left a trail of spit. “Maybe I will… How many you think you can take?” That thought is scary, he probably wouldn’t stop, if I didn’t make him, happy to have his home between my thighs.

“That is tempting… But right now I want something else.” I give a light tug on his hair, and he goes back into his shy self, looking up at me bashfully, as bashfully as he can with his chin shining with slick.

“You sure? Not even one more?” I sigh, petting his hair, giving him a soft, appreciative smile. He really is a good lover, doting and kind and open, always willing to give.

“There’s always tomorrow… Why don’t you take your turn, yeah?” I sit up, pulling up on him, and he comes forward to place one last, longing kiss to my clit before sitting himself up, looking to me for guidance. “Sit back, officer, let me do my job.” He huffs out a laugh, but doesn’t move, just stays sat back on his haunches, his head tucked down to keep it from hitting the ceiling.

“I don’t need it, just wanna feel you wrapped around me.” I huff, unhappy he’s not letting me return the favor, but I can’t stay mad for long, he leans in to press a sweet kiss to my lips, spit and slick smearing my face as he holds me to him by my jaw. “Think I can make you cum two more times?” He kisses me slow, taking his time, letting out a choked sound into my mouth when I palm him through his pants, my other hand working the buttons of his shirt, eager to get him bare, not liking the lack of skin he has showing.

“Not without busting.” He still has a hard time keeping his cool, once he’s inside there’s no stopping it, but I don’t mind, it’s flattering, in a needy kind of way. He helps me get his shirt off, reaching back behind him to pull it down his arms before tossing it up front.

“Right.” I let my free hand drift down, sighing against his lips when his abs tense beneath my gentle touch, moving to pop his button and work the zipper while continuing to grind my palm into him, his hips rutting up to get some more friction. “Hey, we might wanna… Get things going… Before I get too…” I smile, releasing him and helping him out of his pants and boxers, my hand moving to grip him caught by calloused fingers. “At least give me a chance. Please?” I give up, letting him reach to dig around in his pocket, sitting back up with his wallet in hand, pulling out a condom, taken by my waiting hands, torn open by my teeth under his careful gaze.

“Can I do this?” I’m teasing, he always lets me put it on, and I always want to, love the look on his face from getting to watch me do something so lewd.

“Yeah.” He gulps, staring as I roll it down over him, his chest heaving even though he’s barely been touched. “How’re we gonna..?” He likes missionary, but that is just not going to work, it’s way too cramped in here for anything remotely romantic.

“Doggy?” He swallows, nodding nervously, and I turn around, resting my hand on the armrest of the door, swaying my hips for him to see, letting my cheek press to the cool plastic to look back at him, his expression almost awed, his lips parted, eyes staring down at me, ready and needy for him.

“Jesus Christ… What the hell did I do to deserve someone as perfect as you..?” He mutters to himself, coming closer to run his hands up my sides, letting his hips press into my ass, groaning at the sight of his dick slotted against me. “The most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen… All mine.” He prods at my entrance, running the tip up and down, probably staring as he smears slick onto himself, pressing in so slow, letting out a whiny moan when his head pops inside. “Always feels so good… You’re so good.” He bottoms out, filling me full, fuller than usual, the position allowing him as deep as he’ll go. “My god, ‘s like you’re made for me, fit so snug around me…” He moans, pulling back out and pressing inside again, both of us letting out a pleasured noise once he’s seated inside. “Gonna have to take you in after this… Coercion of an officer is real risky business.” I laugh, the sound turning into a choked moan when he grinds into me.

“Leon, let’s speed things up, yeah? Er, officer, I’m sure we can… Work this out.” He groans, the title drawing it out of him. He grants me my wish, moving faster, the light pap pap pap of his hips meeting my ass making both of us moan.

“I don’t know, miss, This-Ah- I might need to… Conduct further investigation.” He’s enjoying this little scenario, his his slamming into me a little harder than usual, his pace still not very quick, his upper body leaning over mine so he can bring a thumb to my clit. “It’s against the law to-Shit… To be this damn- ngh- hot!” He rubs quick, rough circles, trying his best to push me over before he loses it, and he’s not far off, if how whiny he’s being is any indicator. “Fuckin’ shit, you feel so good, being so bad… Fucking me in my cruiser, naughty- ah- girl.” He’s trying to play his part, be dominant, but the needy rutting of his hips and his choked out words are anything but, he’s always been docile, always under my control, something neither of us mind. “Shit, you gonna cum on my dick? pay for your crimes by milking me dry-nnh- oh god, I need you to cum for me, can’t-ah- take much more-” He’s moving faster, his thumb and his hips, his free arm circled around my waist and pulling me back into needy thrusts, his hips angling up to hit my sweet spot, his thumb working desperately, his lips kissing and mouthing and moaning into my shoulder.

“Just a little more… So-hah- close, hold on for me, you can do it- shit, so fucking good, Le-Officer.” He groans, sinking in as deep as he’ll go and grinding, keeping his thumb moving, his dick twitching inside me when my legs start to shake.

“There we go, you’re ready baby, gonna make you cum, get you to squeeze that pretty pussy on me-Ngh-!” I squeeze him, and he starts moving his hips again, now that I’m nearly there, slamming into me and rubbing my clit, groaning and letting his teeth close over my shoulder when I clench again. “Yes, fuck, love making you feel good. Cum for me, Miss, otherwise I’ll have to-Shit- take you in. C’mon, naughty girl, give it to me, you’re right there, ready to cum on me, soak my dick, do it.” He whimpers, barely keeping it together, his hips stuttering, fingers turning messy, sloppier, out of focus as he gets close. “God, please cum for me, please-ngh- please let me make you cum. Can you look at me? Please? Wanna see your pretty face when you- ah- that’s it, look at me, miss- keep- fuckin’- Goddamnit, please-fuck, please-” His whiny begging does me in, and my insides closing around him does him in, both of us cumming at once, his clammy forehead against my shoulder, his dick grinding into me roughly, his thumb making slow circles. “There it is, you look so damn good, gonna have to let you off the hook, oh my god you’re so pretty, so pretty cumming all over me…” He waits until I’ve calmed down to pull out, easing me back to sit facing away from him, his hand guiding me to face him, sweet, slow kissed pressed to my lips.

“Satisfied, officer?” He laughs, hissing when he pulls the condom off, kissing me a few more times, my back pressed to his hot chest.

“Not quite… Still owe you a few orgasms, yeah?”

#leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #re smut #whining #rookie leon kennedy #romance #idiots in love

[afairytalestray]

Day 11 of @storyweaverofgondor‘s Cats-pril: theatre. I was originally planning to write something for Gus, but this silly nonsense was the only thing that came to mind, so I wrote it instead. To no one’s surprise, I am a tuggoff stan first, and a human being second. Also on Ao3 here.

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Tugger drummed his fingers on the steering wheel impatiently. Come on, Munkustrap! He knew that theatre rehearsal things always ran over, but it was boring as all hell to just sit in a car and wait with nothing to do. He would never agree to pick him up again!

At that moment, the stage door flew open, but it wasn’t his brother who came out. It was, instead, the most beautiful person Tugger had ever seen in his life. His jaw fell open as he took him in. He had dark, curly hair, and brilliant heterochromatic eyes. He was small but clearly fit, and was wearing a casual white shirt with a black leather jacket. Hello, theatre just got much more interesting! The pretty man looked annoyed, actually, he frowned down at his phone and let out a visible groan. As he did, Tugger heard the splash of a raindrop hit the windscreen. The man clearly noticed the incoming weather as well, as he turned his face to the sky with an expression that clearly read: “dear God, why?”

Tugger leapt into action. No pretty faces would be getting drenched on his watch! He seized his umbrella from the passenger seat, and scrambled out of the door. The other man didn’t notice him approach right away, but looked up as the umbrella materialised over his head.

“Can’t have a pretty head like yours getting soaked now, can we?” Tugger said, shooting the man his best flirty smile.

“Tugger Deuteronomy,” the man said flatly.

“Eh?”

It was true, he was a legend, but if he had ever met such a beautiful creature, there was no way Tugger wouldn’t remember him. The man smiled, realisation dawning on his face.

“You’re Munkustrap’s brother, are you not? I’ve heard him talk about you. You have the same nose.”

“Whatever he said is a barefaced lie,” Tugger countered immediately, resisting the immediate urge to touch his nose. Getting on Munkustrap’s nerves was the most funnest of fun times, but it was only to get him to chill out a bit. The other man snorted a laugh.

“I’ve known him to exaggerate before. I’m Mistoffelees, by the way. Misto, for short. I dance here. I’ve helped your brother to choreograph some scenes in his plays before.” Mistoffelees extended his hand to Tugger, who immediately raised it to his lips and kissed it. 

“The Rum Tum Tugger, at your service, Misto. I promise you, I’m a delight, don’t listen to my brother.” 

He was a dancer! That was hot. Tugger couldn’t resist checking him out again. There was definite amusement in Misto’s eyes when they locked gazes again.

“Well, Tugger, you certainly make a good first impression, regardless. I think getting rained on would have been the icing on top of a spectacularly shit day. I may have actually cried,” he said, gesturing to the umbrella. It was now raining heavily.

“It would be nothing less than a criminal offence for a pretty face like yours to cry. I simply will not allow it. Who do I need to beat up?”

Misto laughed again and Tugger preened.

“My artistic director, I suppose. I was supposed to be meeting him here, but he cancelled last minute, as did my ride home.”

“Consider it done.”

“Just don’t throw me under the bus, mind. Make it look like an accident, will you?”

“A case of mistaken identity it is,” Tugger said with a mock salute. His stomach was performing more and more acrobatics the more he spoke to Misto, who was now smiling fully and beautifully at him. “But if your day has been spectacularly rotten, please allow me to buy you a drink to make up for it.”

Misto raised an eyebrow.

“Aren’t you here to do something? Or do you just make a habit of hanging out by stage doors and flirting with whoever comes out?”

“Only when they’re as gorgeous as you,” Tugger winked. “And I can think of nothing I’d rather do than continue to impress you with my charm and good looks in a local establishment.”

“Make it somewhere that serves food and you’ve got a deal, you terrible flirt. As is befitting my terrible day, I left my lunch at home,” Misto lamented, but he was smiling. Tugger gave a dramatic little bow, taking care not to jostle the umbrella too much.

“As you wish,” he declared, manoeuvring them towards his car. “Your chariot awaits, my dear.”

“How gracious of you,” Misto grinned, playing along as Tugger opened the door for him, still holding the umbrella over him, before trotting round to the driver’s side.

“I know the perfect place for the first of our many dates,” Tugger said, starting the engine.

“Confident, aren’t we?”

“Always. Besides, you’re a dancer. That means you’re hella strong and could easily wipe the floor with me if I do something you don’t like.”

“Relax, I don’t make a habit of getting into strangers’ cars if I think they’re going to murder me. That gets old quite fast.”

Tugger laughed out loud as he pulled onto the main road.

“If you know my name and family, am I really a stranger? I have ID to prove it! Besides, failing in a pathetic attempt to murder you would be highly counterproductive.”

“I suppose so, if you’re planning for this to be the first of many dates,” Misto snickered, pulling down the sunvisor to examine his glorious reflection in the mirror. He ran his fingers through his hair, but obviously found no imperfections in his appearance, and snapped it back up again, turning to Tugger with a mega-kilowatt smile that made him want to either scream, cry, or throw up. Maybe all of them all at once. But that would be very aesthetically displeasing, so he clamped down on that.

“Oh, I absolutely am, sweetheart.”

Misto rolled his eyes, but Tugger could tell he was amused.

“Slow down, lover boy, one at a time, ok?”

That was not a no! Tugger couldn’t believe his luck. This would be the best date ever!

#tuggoffelees #cats the musical #cats-pril2023 #cats-prilday11

[mrepstein]

Melody Maker - December 25, 1965

Pop Think In

Brian Epstein

Beatles manager Brian Epstein faces up to the pop think-in, a new technique in pop journalism

JUKE BOX JURY: I love playing it because it’s a television show that I can do. I seldom watch it and I don’t think it’s a good programme. It’s quite meaningless. I probably won’t be doing it again because they won’t be asking me after that, will they?

JOHN: Lennon. Great mind, great person. One of the best people I’ve ever met. He’s an interesting character to watch develop.

RED WINE: I like to drink red wine and nothing else alchoholwise, but this doesn’t seem to work out.

SEMI-DETACHED HOUSES: If I say something nasty I’ll get little letters because I said something nasty about semi-detached houses before. But I’d rather have a hut on its own.

GEORGE: Harrison. I always think of George as a friend. Somewhat inconsistent person. Can be difficult. Never has been with me. Great personal charm, but this goes for any Beatle. Any faults the Beatles are supposed to have are never apparent individually. Any faults they have probably only come when they are together as a group. When there is too much talent in one room.

LOVE: A good word in pop songs.

POP WRITERS: Rather intelligent, as journalists go. The dearth of pop knowledge is quite incredible amongst non-musical journalists.

CLIVE EPSTEIN: I’d like him to come into the entertainment business.

RINGO: Ringo’s coming into the group was one of the Beatles’ most brilliant doings. It was something they wanted and that I carried out. It was for so many reasons a quite brilliant move.

PUBLIC SCHOOLS: Difficult because I went to a few. If I had a son I don’t know whether I would send him to one or not.

PAUL: Probably the most changed Beatle. He’s mellowed in character and thought. A fascinating character and a very loyal person. Doesn’t like changes very much. He, probably more than the others, finds it more difficult to accept that he is playing to a cross section of the public and not just to teenagers, or sub-teenagers, whom he feels are the Beatles’ audience.

R.A.D.A: Didn’t like it. Don’t believe in acting schools. I believe in acting experience.

SUCCESS: I’m told I’m successful but I really don’t believe it.

FAILURE: I’d much rather be conscious of my failures than successes. What good do compliments do?

LARRY PARNES: Fascinating! I often wondered if I’d go the same way, but knowing him as I do now, I know I won’t because we’re two very different people.

OLD AGE: Don’t mind. I like getting older because I know more about things.

MONEY: Still scarce.

PALAIS BANDS: Hush. Silence.

ELKAN ALLAN: He wouldn’t be the producer I would choose to direct a spectacular for me. A lucky man I think.

LIARS: Almost everyone.

GOSSIP COLUMNS: The greatest. I love them.

CHRISTMAS: I quite like Christmas. I don’t mind the trappings.

MUSIC PUBLISHERS: Very boring people. They’ve forgotten what a good song is.

BEATLES’ NEXT FILM: No comment yet. Still shrouded in secrecy. There are no announced plans. There will be a new single record in April or May.

SMOKING: I’m not frightened of it.

DRINKING: I haven’t touched spirits for three weeks. It’s a new sensation! I may keep off for a long time.

FREEMASONRY: Not for me.

THE NAME ‘EPPY’: I quite like it but I don’t like it being used to my face. I don’t mind the Beatles using it. I know they do.

BLUNT NORTHERNERS: Splendid, but they’re a bit conscious of their interesting bluntness.

ANTI-SEMITISM: I’m not so conscious of it. Jews who are conscious of it should remember if they had green hair people would stop and stare and sneer and snigger. Particularly if they were famous. I don’t think people in this country particularly dislike people with long noses.

KEN DODD: I admire him. Where does he go from here? The challenge is whether he could make it out of this country.

MILLIONAIRES: Usually disappointing.

BLACKPOOL: Quite like Blackpool, but I shouldn’t want to do a season there personally.

SEEKERS: Don’t know much about them. I met one the other night - quite pleasant.

TRADITIONAL FOLK MUSIC: On the whole I find it boring.

BEING DISLIKED: I suppose I’m conscious of it. It can’t be helped.

ANDREW OLDHAM: An incredible person. He was with us for six months. I had no idea he had creative ability. It taught me not to under-estimate people.

WEST END THEATRES:  A sad business, But I’m not disillusioned with my first year’s activities. It’s not going to be of tremendous interest to me until I can bring into the theatre a broader section of the public.

RUMOURED CLOSING OF THE CAVERN: This shouldn’t be so, but it’s nonsense to make it into some sort of charity. It has had a lot of help from people like the Beatles. If it’s not successful now, nobody’s going to cry over it being closed.

LABOUR PARTY: I’m a socialist at heart.

SUMMER SEASONS: They are good for an artist. Can be depressing.

WIGS: Splendid.

BUTLINS: I’d like to go there. Better than a semi-detached house.

DOGS: Terrified of dogs. Almost put me off people.

MARRIAGE: I’d like the state of marriage five days a week.

P.J. Proby: I should have managed him.

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*RE: Brian’s comments about semi-detached houses: They probably stem from a piece published in Melody Maker’s January 23, 1965 issue - an article where Ringo Starr recalled travelling with Brian and George Harrison to Hampstead, to a party hosted by the magazine:

‘Driving from Knightsbridge to Hampstead in Brian’s new car was good fun. It’s a great car - all those electrically-unwinding windows, central heating and the roof that I prevented Brian from opening on a freezing night!

I can remember George in the back of the car muttering some funny things and saying he’d written his second song; Brian trying in vain to get Luxembourg on his car radio; and nobody quite sure which way to go for Hampstead.

Don’t ask me how, but we got there. Funny - George said something about the houses round there looking pretty good, and I distinctly remember Brian saying to him: “But how COULD you? They’re semi-detached!”’

#Brian Epstein #Melody Maker #1965 #60s

[findusinaweek]

Top 10 movies

Tagged by @aeide​ like....29 days ago. Cool. A lot of stuff happened lately and also I had to think about this and remake the list at least 7 (now 9) times. So. This is probably not true but it has old favorites and current bias and I’ve put far too much thought into this. Under cut because of gifs causing loading/flashing. Uhhhhh. I feel weird about tagging this, since it’s been so long. I can’t remember who has done it and who hasn’t. Gonna tag folks who I don’t remember seeing. If you’ve done it, or you don’t want to, that’s cool! Sorry I took forever with it. @blue-mono​, @cataliinaa​, @whereforartthoumisthios​, @fikali​, anyone else who wants?

1) The Hours

It has music by Philip Glass! Meryl Streep plays a queer woman and that was important to me as a teenager. It’s very sad but it is always there for me when I feel bleak. It’s just a part of my psyche and I can’t really explain it at this point.

2)  Lord of the Rings 2: The Two Towers (Extended Version)

Every Thursday for about 8 years the closest group of cousins and I would watch a movie while we had our piano lessons and most of those years we just watched LOTR 2 and 3 extended versions. Every Thursday. For about 8 years. 2/4 people (including me) are most likely autistic, yes. 2/4 (not including me) can play the piano. We are very annoying about LOTR. Anyways, look! It’s Haldir! The first man I loved to die of a weapon through the head. Yeah. I love that guy. Also, this film has great french horn!

3) Pride and Prejudice (2005)

I cannot express how much I love this movie. I cannot explain all the things about it I love. I cannot. Music is by Dario Marianelli (I can play to the second page of the score to “Living Sculptures of Pemberly” on piano. It only took 5 years), Directed by Joe Wright, Kiera Knightley stars as Elizabeth Bennett. I adore the dresses, the hair, the casting, the music, the fact that Simon Wood’s hair continued growing red after filming, the statues in Pemberly, the tiling on the floors in Pemberly, the way Mary plays the piano, Georgiana, Darcy’s sideburns, the HAND FLEX, the weird pig scene, The flower Tom Hollander holds, the nod to Henry Purcell, ect. 4) Anna Karenina (2012)

Dario, Joe, Kiera, and a train walk into a movie. Do not get me started.

5) The Parent Trap (1998)

I saw this as a kid and made my mom watch it with me over and over and over again. She didn’t mind. She thinks she’s like Chessy, but she’s not. She doesn’t cook, for one. And she doesn’t wear a denim shirt. I do though. We still quote this to each other. Formative.

6) A Place Promised in Our Early Days

An earlier Makoto Shinkai movie. The plot is confusing and boring if I’m honest. The background animations are breathtaking. If you like anime but also like  realism in art, I’d highly recommend any Makoto Shinkai movie for visuals.

7) The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (2015)

Do you ever just want to eat a sandwich and listen to old italian music and watch your enemy best friend and lover drown? No? huh. Amazing soundtrack! Spy drama! COSTUMING. It makes me laugh! Henry Cavill! Solo/Kuryakin/Teller should be canon. I was pretty upset about the whole Armie Hammer thing, tbh, because I really wanted a sequel to this. But I’m ok with that not happening.

8) Fly Away Home

The first media I wallowed in. Would rewind to the scene with Mary Chapin Carpenter’s “10,000′s miles” and sit way too close to the screen. When we got it on dvd my life changed. I could just press the button!? I didn’t care about the geese, really. I cared about the deep grief this kid was having. Someone probably should have questioned why I was watching it on repeat and gotten me into therapy a lot earlier. All in all, it’s a pretty movie.

9) A Single Man

I love this movie but I gotta admit I skip around watching it. It’s so depressing, I can’t watch it all at the same time. I like the music a lot, good cello. I love watching Colin Firth be miserable. I like crying with George. I don’t give a shit about Charley (except for her house and dress. Sorry Julianne Moore.) I hate Kenny. I want to live in George’s house. I want to live there. It is the J.W. Schaffer House. It’s a modernist house built in 1949 by John Lautner. I want to lick touch that woodwork. UGH. The glass. UGH. I love it. UGH. It’s such an impractical house. UGH. It’s so dumb. UGh. I want to go lay down on the floor, surrounded by books, in that house. uGH.

10) Underworld

What a dumb movie. Somewhere in my mom’s house is a Windows XP with a folder of photos of Selene that I thought were really cool, for some reason that I couldn’t figure out. That computer also has viruses from badly pirating the movie in 2008. I thought it was the coolest thing I’d ever seen and probably the first R rated movie I snuck. On this list because of the family computer destruction. And the ‘armor’, if you can call it that.

#top 10 movies #tag game #sorry I took 5 million years with this one #I love gifs so much