#but i genuinely really wish the pink stripe for sex stayed

[poppy-metal]

Demure

Wc: 4k

Pairing: eren jaeger x reader

Cw: car sex, fingering, emphasis on reader being innocent and a virgin. reader is armins little sister. corruption kink

you're 6 years old when you first meet eren jaeger. apparently he'd run off some people that were bullying you big brother, armin. you admire him and mikasa immediately.

you're 8 and he's 11 when you get a scrape on your knee from playing tag. eren runs into your mothers bathroom to fish out the first aid-kit, you know he just doesn't want you to tattle, you never would anyway, but he pulls out a pink band-aid with little ariels all over it and places it gently over the cut. he stays there for a few beats, soothing the skin around the hurt area with his thumbs. his big bright green eyes look up at you, "better?" and that's the first time your heart skips for a boy.

you're 11 and he's 14 when armin starts becoming protective. "he's had like. 5 girlfriends in middle school, who knows what he's gonna be like in high-school"

it intrigue you, for some reason.

you're 13 and he's 16 when he taps furiously on your window at night, wild eyed and wearing a t-shirt and sweats. he falls ungracefully on his ass when you let him in, though he grins at you from the floor. "thanks, squirt"

you wince at the nickname, knowing it solidifies you as someone only platonic to him. armins little sister and nothing more. "what's this all about?"

he gets up and swipes imaginary dust off his sweats, looking around your room. its absurdly girly. he picks up one of your plushies and tosses it up, then catches it, peering over at you and grinning. "i hope you never change," he sighs and flops down onto your pink sheets. "girls my age are fucking psychos"

you creep closer to him, snatching your plush back. "im sure there's something you're leaving out there. im not completely dumb, you know"

he waves his hand, "yeah but you're....i don't know? innocent or whatever. you don't care about shit like boys and drama"

i do care about boys, you think, watching the way his shirt rides up to expose a hint of tan skin. you look away, squeezing your plush to your chest. "im gonna grow up eventually, ren"

he sighs and sits up, looking at you from under his ridiculously cute floppy brown hair. "Just promise me you won't go boy crazy"

you roll your eyes and sit down next to him, he leans in and licks a broad stripe against your cheek with his tongue, grinning "we have cooties"

you swat at him and wipe your cheek, groaning and calling him gross. "i know that. you and armin never let me forget how gross boys are", you side eye him. "what did you even do? really?"

he looks to the side, only now having it in him to look the least bit sheepish, "my girlfriend may have caught me with my hand down historias skirt..."

"EREN JAEGER!!!"

yeah, boys really are gross. but not eren, no he's beautiful and magical and makes you feel all the fluttery things. but he's also a player, a bad boy, dangerous and completely off limits. maybe your crush should have ended there, but of course it didn't.

You're 15 when you go on your first date with a boy. until now you haven’t allowed yourself to even think about men outside of the enigma that is eren jaeger, but that’s a lost cause, a stupid crush you need to let go of. and despite what eren thinks, you’re not that innocent. not in your head anyway. you’re a girl and you have fantasies. 

the guy is nice, armin likes him enough. big and tall and humble, reiner brought you flowers for your first date. the age difference is a little weird, he’s in erens grade, a senior, but you think its harmless. you’re turning 16 soon. the date goes well, you smile and giggle alot, and reiner seems smitten by the end of it. he even goes as far as to kiss your hand when he drops you back off at home, at 8pm sharp, just like he promised. he was kind and sweet, and you liked him, but you wonder what it means that there were no flutters in your belly, not like when you’re around him…

you’re still thinking about that when you open the door, and walk inside. the house is quiet, and you wonder where armin is, and eren. thinking they both must be in armins room, you go to the kitchen to get a glass of water, stopping on your path there when you see eren on the couch. he’s lounging back, hand idly wrapped around a gaming controller as he watches you.

you glance around him. “where’s mimmin?”

he doesn’t take his eyes off you. “annie called”, he leans forward a little, propping his chin in his palm as he observes you quietly for a moment.

you squirm in place, his eyes are too hot. “oh” and you make to start moving again but his voice stops you. 

“so. braun, huh?” his tone is hard to discern, the words coming out cool and detached, but his eyes are that intense green. 

“yeah” you say, shifting on your feet. “he was nice. kissed my hand and everything”

“sounds like a dream” and that is definitely said sarcastically. you bristle but eren is already turning away from you, facing the TV. “didn’t think he was your type though” 

because erens been your type since forever, you guess he’s right. reiner couldn’t be more different in both personality and looks, but maybe that’s a good thing. “maybe he can be” you say softly, looking at your feet. you dont see erens eyebrows jump, or his lips twist disdainfully. 

“If you wanna settle for missionary the rest of your life, then sure, go ahead” he sounds a little miffed and that confuses you. makes you look up. you don’t even know reiner that well, but you feel the need to defend him from erens usual snarky jabs. 

“not every guy that doesn’t live on Xbox and fuck half the school is a bland guy” you huff. you feel a little guilty for calling him out but he started it. eren hated preps, that was obvious, but its not like he was a model person either, if his long track record of promiscuity was anything to go by. reiner wasnt boring he just…..wasn’t eren. but that wasn’t a flaw. It shouldn’t be. 

“you been keeping tabs on me, princess?” eren asks wryly, smirking now. you just glare at him, quirking a brow and daring him to prove you wrong, to say he’s better. 

he doesn’t. he just looks at you, sets his controller down and does that tick he’d developed since he was young of jiggling his knee, tapping his finger on it. “don’t go on more dates with him” 

you squint your eyes, “and why not?”

“because i said so” 

“you’re not my boss” 

“because..” he scratches the stubble on his jaw, gaze looking far off as he stares at his bouncing leg. “guys shouldn't touch you” 

your mouth pops open. you get that, right now, you’re too young for stuff like sex, but being touched? everyone your age had boyfriends, why should you be any different?

It feels a bit like deja vu when you tell him, “m’not staying innocent forever. dating and s-sex are apart of life. you do it, why shouldn’t i?” 

you didn’t really get his whole overprotective bit, armin, who was your brother, wasn’t even this bad. he’d seen happy almost, when you told him about your date with reiner, even, so you really don’t see where eren is coming from. 

erens lip curls in a smirk and he points a finger at you. “that’s why” he says. “you can’t even say the word sex without stuttering. what’ll you do when you see a cock for the first time?” 

your skin heats, hating that he’s right. “I’ll grow out of it” you promise him. 

he huffs a laugh. “sure thing, dork” but then his face gets serious. “you don’t need to change though. sex is lame, i promise.” 

“you seem to have alot of it, so there must be something good about it” 

“for me, yeah” he grins. “but im selfish. most men are, and you deserve better than some highschool tumble with a guy who looks like he can’t find the clit to save his life” his eyes weigh you down. “just keep bein’ you. If i come back from college and hear that you’re the towns tramp stamp, m’ not gonna be happy” 

and that’s that. 

you’re 16 when eren leaves for college. you get to 18 without ever being touched. 

you’re 18 and you wish you hadn’t begged armin to let you come to this stupid bomfire party. it’s just the first time he’s been home in the 2 years since he’d left for college, and you know that means eren is back too, though you have yet to see him. he’s supposed to be at the party though.

you wonder if he’ll react to having seen you after not for awhile, if he’ll look at you different now that you’re grown. you’re wearing a simple pleated white skirt and a pink top, the picture of innocence you’ve always been, never changing. 

being around so many people makes you uncomfortable, you want to cling to armins side, but you don’t want to be annoying so you tell him its okay to leave you. your eyes scan the mass of people on the crowded beach as you nervously hold your solo cup to your chest. 

your eyes stop their nervous skittering when they land on someone familiar. 

college eren is completely different and yet wholly the same since you’d last seen him. he’s wearing a red bomber jacket, over a black t-shirt and skinny jeans, scuffed converse kicking in the sand as he shifts from one foot to the other. you peep tan skin, a hint of a tattoo peeking on his neck and….and black hair. he’d dyed his hair, and, is that jewelry on his ear? rings on his hand?

he’s smiling easily with a pretty blonde and...and reiner. talking to them like old friends as he tilts his head back and laughs, taking a swig from his cup. he’s still chuckling and shaking his head when his eyes flick distractedly over, rove over you and then stop. even from all the way where you are the green of his eyes pins you in place. the warm glow of the bonfire dances across his features, and you see the bastard has a lip ring as well. he takes his time cataloging you and you do him, before his lips tilt, he hands off his drink and he makes his way over to you. 

your whole body is tense with nerves as he gets closer and closer.

when he’s standing in front of you, the smell of his cologne wafts over you. his smile is small and genuine. “hey, pip” 

pip as in short for pipsqueak. you have to fight the urge to grin at him, your cheeks warming pleasantly, even though you groan out loud. “m’ not little anymore” 

“I can see that” eren eyes rake over you, linger on your bare legs before dragging slowly back up. his eyes feel like a caress and when they meet yours again, you’re already tingly. you’ve never been touched sexually, and just one look from eren has you wet between the legs like nothing. “still dress like you wanna be an extra in a Bratz commercial” 

the tension disputes as you swat his arm. “shut up!! Its a fashion choice, not like you’d know. dressed like a wannabe rockstar” 

“aw, c’mon. you’d be my groupie right?” 

you roll your eyes. “you wish, jaeger”

“mm” he hums softly. “s’cute though. always has been” 

before you can even register the compliment, he’s leaning forward to peek into your cup, swiping it easily from you. “underage drinking, are we? left you for a couple years and you go rebel barbie on me” 

you squawk as he chugs all of your drink back in one gulp, crushing the cup in his fist and tossing it behind him. “ren! I wasn’t even drinking it. It was..” you wave your hand around. “for the aesthetic”

“uh huh” he drones, but then he jerks his chin. “i’ll get you another one to stand around and look pretty with then. C’mon”

cute, pretty. the compliments are gonna make your heart fly out of your chest if he doesn’t let up. you follow him as he leads you to a keg, one that’s a little ways away from the bustle of the party, close to the parking lot where you came in. 

you shyly say ‘thank you’ when he fills you a cup and hands it to you, proceeding to lean back against a car as he goes back to observing you.

to distract yourself you mumble, “you can’t just lean on a strangers car for the sake of being cool” 

the grin is back. “you think im cool?” when you glare at him he rolls his eyes and slaps the hood of the car. “she’s mine, pip. you can untwist your panties” 

you blink at him, “since when did you get a new car? and when did you dye your hair?” 

he looks at you curiously, drumming his fingers. “do you not, like. follow me on instagram?”

you look away, kicking your feet in the sand. hesitantly you admit, “didn’t wanna miss you, so i didn’t look” 

he doesn’t say anything to that. the silence stretches between you, making you nervous. should you not have said that? you guessed it was weird, after all, but it was true. If you’d looked at how erens life was progressing without you there to see it, you’d have cried and been a total lovesick girl about it. 

he finally breaks the silence. “do you have a boyfriend?” 

you look back at him. “uh...no? do you?”

the smirk you wanted ghosts over his lips again, and your eyes are drawn to his lip ring when he tugs it between his teeth. “nah, you know me. unattainable” 

“yeah, i know” you say under your breath, thinking of how eren jaeger had been an unattainable fantasy for you for years. 

“so no current boyfriend or…?” 

“no boyfriends...ever” its embarrassing to admit, but less humiliating than admitting that the reason that was is because you’re in love with your brothers best friend, the very man standing before you now. 

“that’s kinda tragic, pip” eren hops up on the hood of his car and fishes a cigarette out of his pocket. he waves a hand at you, “you’re rockin’ a bod like that and no one’s bagged you? thought you’d be beating down options with a bat by now” 

you watch the smoke that plumes in the air, the way it coils and wisps, and really look at eren. he’s tragically beautiful. his no black hair is boyishly messy, tangled around his head in a dark halo. his face is sharp and tan, his eyes striking and making you feel like you’re sinking into the sand beneath your feet.

you’ve wanted him for so long, it makes you ache. years and years of pushing away men and declining confessions for this man in front of you. you’d never expected anything from him, but you couldn’t move past the fantasy in your head. couldn’t imagine giving any of your firsts to anyone but eren. 

“you told me to stay innocent” its out before you can stop the words, they just fumble out, spilling from your lips and into the air like the smoke.

eren stills, pauses from where he’d been about to take another drag. his expression is unreadable. he flicks the ashes from the cig on the sand, stumps it out under his foot as he hops down. the wind ruffles his dark hair as he just looks and looks and looks at you. 

“yeah?” and oh, jesus, if the rough gravel in his voice doesn’t make your cunt warm immediately. “and you listened?” 

you squeeze your thighs together, an action that draws erens gaze between your legs. to late to back down now, you think, and wet your lips. “y-yeah. I did” 

“you didn’t let any boys touch you while i was gone?” eren continues and he draws closer, creeping towards you.

you shake your head, silent as he comes in front of you. he reaches up to delicately push a strand of hair behind you ear with one of his ring fingers. he keeps it tucked behind your ear as he towers over you, staring you down. “you’re still my innocent little girl, huh?” 

you wonder if this is how it feels to be seduced, seduced by eren jaeger no less. his eyes are warm, and they make you feel warm from where the rest on your eyes, and then, your lips. they part under his gaze, on instinct. “I am, ren. always have been” 

his eyes darken, and the finger behind your ear becomes his whole hand sliding to cup the back of your head, slowly fisitng your hair in it. “shit” he tilts your head up. “you can’t say things like that, baby”

baby, baby, baby. your head swims. you’re on autopilot now, speaking without thinking and you think that’s good because if you were thinking clearly you wouldn't have the courage. “i’ve always been your good girl. no one elses” 

you have one second to hear his exhale before his lips are crashing against yours, and oh. oh, he’s good. you feel the metal of his lip ring against your bottom lip as he slides his tongue in your mouth, eating you up.

“god, you’re sweet” he nips your lip. “knew you would be”

you pant into his mouth, your hands curling on his chest, “y-you’ve thought about me?”

“‘course i did, im not blind” he pulls away. “I just really like my dick and didn’t want it chopped off. armin is scary” 

you know he can be when he wants to be, knows if he saw eren ravishing his little sister against his car right now, body parts would be strewn about. and that’s just from armins verbal warfare.

you look at eren demurely from under your lashes, “i don’t want anything to happen to your…” you trail off at the end.

erens eyebrows climb up his forehead, he presses close to you, tugs you to him. “my…” he prods, eyes glinting with mischief. 

you look away, pouting. “know i can’t say it” you mumble, hating that even now, saying vulgar words is embarrassing for you.

erens chest shakes with a laugh. “you just sucked my tongue down your throat, pip, and you can’t talk about my cock? you’re precious, c’mere.” he starts walking backwards, towards his car. “we gotta be sneaky about it but-” he dips down to kiss you again, once, twice. “i really wanna touch you” 

you gulp, and nod, let him pull you to his car and open the backseat for you, climbing in after you. he shuts and locks it behind him and then he’s facing you, eren jaeger giving you his full attention. looking at you like he wants you, like he’s seeing you, like he wants to do alot of bad things to you.

you place a shaking hand on his shoulder. “im- i dont know what to do..”

you want to impress him, but pretending you’re good at something you’re not won’t do that. eren doesn’t like liars anyway. 

he scoots close to you, pulling you halfway onto his lap until you’re sitting comfortably against him. you bite your lip when you feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against your ass under your skirt. one of his hands settles on your bare thigh, scooting it up just barely.

“you ever watch porn, sweetheart?” erens breath puffs against your ear and you squirm on top of him. 

you push down your own embarrassment, resigning yourself to be a big girl and be honest. “s-sometimes” 

“yeah?” god, why does just that word turn you on so much? “tell me what kind of stuff you watch when you touch your little pussy” 

his vulgar words go straight to your cunt, at the same time his hand slides up your thighs and slips under your skirt. you close your eyes when you feel the tip of his finger trace over the band of your panties. “they’re always a couple..” you gasp when his hand dips inside, palm cupping over your pussy. “a-and the guy has dark hair..”

“Imagining anyone in particular?” eren teases, but you hear his breath catch at the same time yours does when he sinks one long finger inside. the folds around your slit part seamlessly around the intrusion, sucking his finger in like your pussy wants it there. “so wet, baby. keep talking for me?”

ever the good girl, you push through the tingles and the heat spreading down your legs, the slick sound of his finger fucking in and out of you filling the silent car as you struggle to find words. “s-shes always inexperienced. Its her first time and...and hes gentle” you moan a little when erens thumb comes to swirl around your clit, hips lips finding your neck. he’s teasing another finger at your tight entrance when you swallow another groan and try to keep talking like he’d asked. “he’s gentle but he takes. t-takes what he wants”

“mm” eren hums, tongue sliding against your skin. you gasp when the tip of his ring finger edges in beside the other one, stretching your tight passage around his digits in thorough little twists of his fingers. “that’s real good, baby. you like the sound of that, huh?” 

eren hooks his chin over your shoulder, bunches your skirt around your waist so he can see where your little pussy is clenching and squeezing around him, clit engorged and throbbing for attention. when you don’t answer, he continues, using the slick dripping down your slit, gathering it and then pushing back into you. “I bet” he says, low, husky. “In those videos, he eats her out real nice, yeah? makes sure her little virgin cunt is wet enough to take his cock”

“y-yeah” you pant, holding his wrist but not pulling it away, pushing him more towards you. you’re starting to grind down against the pleasure, walls rhythmically fluttering around his fingers, fucking yourself on them without even knowing it. he curls them, and your head thumps back against his shoulder as you cry out. 

“i’ll give that to you” eren promises, pumping his fingers faster, his other hand coming up to cup one of your tits over your blouse, giving it a squeeze. “gonna take you home after you cream around my fingers and lay you out on your bed” he kisses your cheek, holding you firm against him when you start to twitch and writhe. “lick this little flower open. wanna feel your thighs squeeze my face when i drink the cum from your pussy, get you all loose and wet and then i wanna feel you drip down my dick when i slide it inside”

“oh god, ren!” you jerk in his hold as you feel your orgasm crest over you, gushing down his palm, as you ride his hand, milking it as tingles shoot across your whole body. A milky, creamy film rests around his knuckles when he slides his fingers out of your weeping cunt, still pulsating and twitching from the come down. 

he rubs the excess slick around your folds and clit, rubbing it in. you whimper and he chuckles and kisses your cheek. 

you sag against him, fucked out. eren brushes some hair from your forehead and kisses it. “wannabe punk pounds sweet virgin pussy into her bed” 

you look at him, confused and dazed “huh?”

eren grins at you. “s’ gonna be the name of our porno” 

#poppy speaks #eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger smut #aot smut #i hate this kinda but oh well #woof #eren jaeger imagine

[macnevercries]

Colorblind

(Kirishima x Prostitute! Reader)

Warnings- size kink, prostitution, oral(giving), penetrative sex

WC: ~1.4k

This is for @daisy-bakugo ‘s Vice City collab. I would really like to thank her for letting me join because I look up to her so much. I hope you guys enjoy!!

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Sometimes you find yourself wishing the world had a filter. Everything is so drab. Gray paint peeling off the walls, spider webs in the corners or the ceiling, the flat pillows, the bland bed spread that you knew wasn’t quite clean. This is how every motel looks to you. And you see it every day of your life.

Even in Vegas things weren’t colorful, lights shine brightly, people talk loudly, cars drive by, nothing satisfies you. No matter what clothes you wore, no matter how heavy your makeup, you never felt vivid, vibrant.

You put your purse on the striped armchair, using your hand to dust it off before you set it down. You walk over to the bed, tucking your jacket underneath you as you sit down, running your fingers over the blankets. Not terrible, could be better. You get up and walk to the bathroom, checking your makeup in the harsh lighting, washing your hands for good measure.

A gentle knock creeps through the room and you open the bathroom door, scarlet eyes meeting your own.

“Hello, sorry I’m late”

You laugh at the polite redhead, he looked so genuine.

“You’re fine, this is your appointment after all. Kirishima, right?”

He nods and you saunter towards the man, discarding your jacket on the chair, leaving you in just your lingerie. His eyes almost pop out as he takes you in, his hungry gaze eating you alive. You brush his shoulders with your fingertips, running them along his chest and through his hair, completely capturing him. He leans into your touch, eyes flitting shut as your soft touches calm him.

“How do you want this done?”

He blushes deeply at your directness, his face almost meeting his hair in color.

“I’ve never actually done this before, whatever you want really”

Now this was funny, ‘whatever you want?’, this was for him, he’s the one paying you.

“Never had sex or never with a sex worker?”

“Never with a sex worker”

“Well then we can make this work, I’ll do what I’m good at and you just sit back”

You guide him over to the bed, he steps back and you step forward, almost a tango. He sits back on the bed and you take your place between his knees, running your fingers up and down his thighs. He leans back on his hands, watching you carefully as you zip down his pants and free his already hard cock.

You pull it out of his boxers, slipping his pants down to his knees. You wrap one hand around it, barely having your fingers touch on the other side. It’s pretty and pink, red at the tip where it oozes precum. Two veins run down the bottom and it curves slightly up and to the right, average in length and amazing girth, this would do nicely.

You spit on your palm and pump his cock, placing butterfly kisses and kitten licks on it. You feel him throb beneath your hand when you cup his heavy balls, grazing them gently. He sucks in a breath when your mouth encases the tip, swirling your tongue to gather all he can give you. You plant your hand on his thigh, steadying his shaking his as you take all of him down your throat. You bob your head to the beat of his moans, enjoying the feeling.

“You-You’re so good at this”

“I would hope so” you mumble with your mouth full. The vibrations of your words send his brain spiraling, hot cum pouring down your throat. He throws his head back and whimpers. You swallow it all, the taste pleasant. You open your mouth and stick out your tongue to show him, earning a groan.

You tug his pants off completely, and unbutton his shirt, folding them and setting them down on the bedside table. He lays back on the bed, eyes never leaving your frame. You climb on the bed, straddling his waist with your thighs. His hard dick is pressed up against your ass while you grind on him, your arousal seeping through your panties and onto his lower stomach. Your hands grip his biceps when you lean down to nibble on his ear, lips moving down his neck, to shoulder, to chest.

“Can I touch you?”

You nod with fervor, it had been a while since a client had you feeling this way. Your need to stay professional ran out the door as his big hands met your hips, slid up your thighs, grabbed your waist.

He grabs your face in his hands, making it look so small in his grasp. He drags his thumb over your quivering lips, gently pushing past them and pressing down on your tongue. You suck his finger diligently, savoring the taste. He removes his hand from your face, tracing down your collar bone and cupping your breasts. He pulls the lace away from your skin, becoming completely entranced as they spill free from their confinements. He kisses them, sucking on one nipple and pinching the other. You buck your hips, grinding back into him. He detaches his mouth from your chest and gives them a final squeeze before leaning back and settling his hands on your hips.

He leans over to his bag quickly and grabs a condom, he rolls it on with experience and pulls you back towards him. You raise your hips with his help and line yourself up with his cock. He moves you along it a few times, spreading your slick along his covered length. Finally, he pushes into you, stretching you out slowly until his hips meet yours perfectly. When he rocks into you, it’s gentle, not rough. The slow, deep, swing of his hips up into yours, it’s nice, pleasurable. His cock curves perfectly to hit all the right places, making you feel satisfyingly full. His tender grip tightens a little as he guides your hips, grinding you against him.

Your hands grip his shoulders tightly as you move your body with his large palms, planted against the fat of your hips. Each excruciatingly slow drag of your clit against his pelvic bone makes you shiver with lust.

“Please please please, I need more”

“Call me Eijiro, call out my name”

“Eijiro! F-fuck, harder please!”

“Whatever you want princess”

He lets himself go, holding you up off him slightly and jutting his hips up to meet yours. You gasp at his sudden speed and immense strength, just who was this guy? His hips piston into you, hitting all the right spots and just barely kissing your cervix. The sheer force of his body against yours has you shaking. His thumbs slips to your clit, circling it languidly at first, slowly building up speed until it matches the pace of his hips.

You shudder and convulse around him, squeezing him for everything he’s got. He releases, continujing to fuck into you, overstimulation got you both a little before slowing to a stop. You collapse onto his chest, catching your breath. He presses a small kiss to the top of your disheveled hair and moves you off him gently. He ties the condom off and throws it in the trash, pulling up his pants. You get up and clean off briefly in the bathroom, adjusting your lingerie so that it covers you again. He reaches into his bag and pulls out something white.

He hands you the envelope, his number scrawled across the back. You raise an eyebrow, looking up at him for answers.

“If you ever want to, call me. I’ll take care of you”

“Thank you but I can take care of myself darling”

You smile warmly when you grab your coat. You walk down the hallway, the ceiling not far from your head and the dim lamps that line the doors a peaceful image. You push open the door to the motel and breath in the fresh air, as fresh as air in Vegas could be that is. As you walk down the sidewalk past the bustling crowds and hug your jacket close, thoughts of him race your mind.

You wanted to consider his offer, you truly did. He was one of the sweetest guys you’d been with. But it’s meeting men like him that make this job worthwhile. Meeting men like him makes life colorful.

#kirishima smut #bnha #mha #mha smut #mha x reader #x reader #mha x you #bnha smut #bnha x you #bnha x reader #kirishima eijirou #bnha eijiro kirishima #kirishima eijiro smut #kirishima x reader #kirishima x you

[jenovahh]

Comm 17 - A Little Help - NSFW

Rating: NC-17/Explicit Tags: Threesome (MxMxM), Anal Sex, Accidental Voyeurism, Blowjobs, Heat Fic

Commission Request: WoL is going into heat and Estinien has always been their partner. Not wanting make things awkward with G’raha who they have burgeoning feelings for, the WoL seeks Estinien out once more. G’raha notices the WoLs absence, and decides to seek them out... ====================================================

There’s no mistaking the sounds he hears from down the hallway.

G’raha Tia knows his face is as red as his hair, no longer tipped with silver mind you. 

The moans and sighs are unmistakable, familiar, and the sounds are so lewd he can feel his breeches already begin to feel a little too tight. His ears flick forward before flicking back in embarrassment, flicking forward once more as if he can’t help himself as he creeps steadily forward down the seemingly unending hallway.

The Rising Stones is empty, Tataru seeing to other business as she communicates with Krile who still lies in Sharlayan. Y’shtola and Urianger having mended their camaraderie have gone to research what the council could possibly be up to, most likely preparing to endure another late night up to their ears in tomes. The twins had busied themselves elsewhere, possibly still processing their father’s rejection. Thancred had gone out to attend to other matters, leaving with nothing but a wave and a smile.

Though he has always admired the Warrior of Light, even G’raha could not deny that he has not only spent time with A'von to be with his inspiration, his shining light...that he wanted more. While yes he knew his abilities could help their adventures, his reasons for joining A’von on his adventures were not so noble.

Even he could be selfish.

He knows not when these feelings of simple admiration and idolatry shifted into something more personal, pushing him to spend every bell of every day with A’von until they parted ways for the evening, each withdrawing to their own rooms. Part of him could not help but feel a little anxious for burdening the Warrior of Light with his presence every day, but could anyone blame him? 

He loved every second he got to spend with his inspiration, to see those pale, blue eyes crinkle and pouty lips smile at him as their tails swayed behind them as they trekked across Eorzea. On more than one occasion had G’raha felt A'von's own tail brush against his own, the fluffy mass unmistakably curling around his own for barely a second before withdrawing so fast G’raha thought he might’ve imagined it. 

He could barely sleep from thinking about it so much.

Try as he might, there was no running away from his burgeoning feelings for A’von, which was what left him feeling so bereft when he awoke to another day of the Warrior of Light mysteriously keeping his distance. It had been going on for barely a week now, A’von having started to nervously avoid him, until he became a ghost altogether. The only way G’raha knew he was relatively okay was from how he could distantly hear A'von's door close late at night when everyone had long since turned in.

Tonight was to be the same he thought, only G’raha had been arriving back to his room fairly late himself. He had nowhere else to go really, given his body had been slumbering on this world for the past few years, leaving him with nowhere else to stay save the Rising Stones. He had spent another night talking off poor Rambroes’ ear, sharing more tales of the future and the First and all he had seen. Passing on secrets of the Crystal Tower and its capability until he gave one good yawn and Rambroes sent him home just like old times.

It was quiet, whatever remaining Scions having long since gone home for the evening, meaning it was quieter than usual. It’s what led him to hearing moans and sighs from the end of the hall as he prepared to go to bed. He had been a little embarrassed of course, thinking that perhaps one of the other Scions needed release, and were thinking themselves quiet to races with average hearing. But one moan in particular let him know just which Scion was currently being pounded into the mattress.

He couldn’t help himself, cat-like stealth helping him sneak down the hall, toward the door that was cracked just enough that a sliver of light peeked out into the corridor. Just as the sounds got louder, so did the air, a familiar and long forgotten scent tickling G’raha’s nose and making him hard as rock in his trousers with each step he drew nearer. It was subconscious how his hand moved to grip himself through his clothes, not feeling such hunger since...he was in this body, strangely enough. Desire was the last thing on his mind when bearing the mantle of the Crystal Exarch.

“You like a good tussle as much as the rest...don’t deny it…” a man gruffly rumbles, the barely perceptible squeaking of the mattress finally making its way to his ears. Reaching the door, it's ajar just enough for his red eyes to peek in, barely able to contain his gasp at what he sees.

A'von is there, naked and sweaty and willing, his back to Estinien’s chest. Without meaning to G'raha eyes jump down A'von's bare torso to his cock, red, swollen, and leaking precum all over the place as it bounces lewdly with each thrust of Estinien’s hips. A'von's usually light eyes are darkened with lust, his trimmed claws biting into Estinien’s arm where the Elezen man has it wrapped possessively across his chest. Estinien’s other hand grips A'von's hip with bruising force, holding him in place as he controls the pace of his thrusting, leaving A’von no option but to sit there and take it.

He had been as in awe of the Azure Dragoon as anyone had the right to be, he thinks, despite the Elezen’s more standoffish demeanor. Having been the “new hire” himself, G’raha had taken to try and form a partnership of sort of being the two newest members, to which Estinien begrudgingly accepted. G’raha knew he didn’t genuinely dislike him as a person, but was more used to being alone, as was his wont.

G’raha had heard (or rather read) plenty about the prickly dragoon, noticing that he became more present as A’von had become more absent. Estinien had informed everyone he would be using this waiting time to take care of a few loose ends until it was time to depart, showing up surprisingly early as A’von had begun to make himself scarce. The seeds of jealousy tried to take root in G’raha’s heart, but he quickly quashed such thoughts. He was man enough to acknowledge that others had grown close to A'von in his absence; it was not fair to keep him to himself.

“You’re so beautiful like this, you know,” Estinien whispers, pressing thin lips to A'von's neck, tongue licking a stripe up to his jawline. “All hot and needy for me…” He growls, accentuating his words with a hard thrust, the sound of skin against skin making G’raha grip his dick tighter, needing some kind of relief as he played the hidden voyeur. He should step away, should turn around and go back to his own room, but he couldn’t tear his eyes from the sight before him.

“S-Stop saying such things,” A’von moans, grunting as Estinien’s fingers snake their way up to slip into his mouth, pink tongue darting out to lick them, drawing him into his waiting mouth. Estinien rumbles in approval, rewarding the Miqo’te by increasing the pace he fucks him. “Gods,”

“Halone couldn’t save you now...though you wouldn’t want that, now would you?” Estinien chuckles, making sure to fuck the Warrior of Light nice and deep. “No...it is your new friend you wish were in my place.”

“That’s not true!” A’von nearly wails, face flushing a deeper red from embarrassment.

A new...friend?

“Oh yes...it is not blue eyes you want to see. Go on and tell me more of how you wish for the heir of Allag to ravish you for all to see.” Estinien continues to tease.

“Estinien, be quiet,” A’von protests, even as his own hand goes to circle around his own cock in a silent plea for more. He handles himself expertly, eyes dazed as he tries to desperately thrust in his hand at the same time Estinien plows into him from behind.

G’raha is pretty sure he’s stopped breathing.

“I’m sure he would be more than amicable to your request…” Estinien hums, pushing down on A'von's back to press him into the mattress. G’raha watches toned muscle flex in Estinien’s arm as A’von’s tail curls around it affectionately despite the force Estinien exerts fucking him from behind. 

G’raha’s mouth is dry as the desert as he watches A'von's lust drunk face, holding back a groan at hearing the Warrior’s wanton sighs. He looks back to Estinien--

...to find the dragoon staring right back.

G’raha freezes, preparing to turn tail and run but the dragoon shakes his head, smirking all the while as he turns his gaze back to A’von. “Go on and tell me, A’von. Tell me how you came to me because you couldn’t face your feelings for your G’raha Tia.”

“Gods,” A’von moans, eyes rolling back in his head.

“You want him don’t you? Too embarrassed to have him see the infallible, unshakable Warrior of Light, his light and inspiration...reduced to a moaning mess.” Estinien continues, not having stopped his thrusting for one moment.

“Gods yes,” A’von moans, a smile curling his lips at the thought.

“Well, you heard him.” Estinien calls, raising his voice to clearly indicate he is speaking to G’raha. He feels himself freeze even more, stiff as a board as Estinien ceases the motion of his hips, giving the Warrior of Light just enough time for his thoughts to clear. G’raha watches as if he’s having an out of body experience as A’von turns in question to Estinien before following his line of sight to the door where he stands, unmoving.

A’von and he simply stare at one another blankly for a moment, before A'von's ears pin back against his head, hands covering his face in shame. “Raha!” he calls, and at the sound of his name without the prefix, so many of his fears scatter like petals on the wind. “By the gods, I hadn’t meant-- I mean,”

“Will you just ask him if he wants to join or sod off?” Estinien interrupts rudely, prompting A'von to reach back and smack him.

“Be quiet,”

“Von?” G’raha calls, stepping into the room. He pushes the door open to allow himself entry, closing it gently behind him, ensuring that it is shut. “Did you really…?”

Blushing again, A’von buries his face into the sheets in embarrassment, prompting an exasperated sigh from Estinien. “The bloody fool was too enamored with you to bother asking whether or not you wanted to help with his heat.” The Elezen grumbles with a roll of his eyes. “Something about not wanting to bother you, that you’ve just returned to this world and shouldn’t worry about such things.” He mocks, going as far to impersonate A'von's voice.

“Must you?” The Miqo’te whines, looking as if he would love nothing more than to disappear.

Estinien playfully gives him a smack on the ass, enjoying the man’s undignified yelp. “I must.”

Swallowing, G’raha carefully reaches for the clasps keeping his gear in place, praying he isn’t presuming over much. He and A’von make eye contact, everything and nothing passing between them for a moment. Despite their compromising position, G’raha notices A'von still has the gall to look ashamed, and it’s then he knows he must say something. “I...want this as much as you. If your words hold true.” He murmurs, unsure of his own voice.

A'von's large ears slowly perk up, blue eyes locked on him as if he wanted nothing else. “I...I hadn’t wanted to impose. I presumed that you didn’t want,”

“Of course I want,” G’raha groans, nearly falling to his knees to the side of the bed, reaching to kiss A’von who returns it just as eagerly, the two men groaning into one another’s mouths. G’raha caresses his face gently, always, always wanting, his heart doing little flips in his chest that the gods have seen fit to grant him so many of his wishes. 

G’raha feels A'von groan into the kiss, his eyes trailing to where he notices Estinien begins to slowly thrust again. This close G’raha can feel the effect of A'von's heat, his own breath coming fast as he stares into A'von's eyes, thumb trailing across the scar he knows his friend so adamantly hides. He can feel how he tenses beneath his touch, and so he moves to press his lips comfortingly to the scar, kissing every ilm as Estinien begins to one again build their pleasure.

“This is...okay?” A’von whines, claws ripping into the sheets as Estinien begins to pound even harder.

“More than okay.” G’raha groans, using this time to begin undressing as best he can from this position. His medallions clink together as his top falls to the floor, his hands nimbly picking out his hair pins and placing them with his top. “Though it has been some time, if memory serves, it may take two of us to satisfy a heat.” 

Hunger fills A'von's eyes at that, following him as he stands to remove his trousers. G’raha can’t help but flush red at how A'von's lips part and his tongue swipes across them, gazing up at him hungrily before eyeing the outline of his cock in his underwear. Even as Estinien continues to thrust, A’von reaches out and grabs him by the thigh, urging him closer to where he can pull down his small clothes, letting his cock spring free.

G’raha can’t help but groan as he watches that tongue swipe over pointed fangs once again, A’von turning his body as best he can to get a proper grip on his cock and pull the tip to his mouth. A’von eagerly begins to lick at his length despite the dragoon’s thrusts, eyes gazing up at him wantonly that does none of his wildest fantasies any justice.

His mouth feels exquisite, tongue warm and wet, swirling around the tip as he eventually gives up and climbs on the bed, turning himself to kneel directly in front of his companion. A’von groans thankfully as he fully dedicates himself to his task, bobbing his head up and down his length all while Estinien holds him by the hips and rams into him from behind. Each thrusts forces a groan from his throat, the vibrations travelling up his length, sending pleasure racing through what feels like every nerve in his body.

“Wicked white,” G’raha curses, having not let go of the phrase as A’von greedily laps at him, thrusting his hips back against Estinien whose groans have gotten more frantic, his pace more wild as he furiously pounds into the Warrior of Light. They grunt and groan together, G’raha committing the sight to memory as A’von calls Estinien’s name as he comes, pulling off his length to moan his release into his lap as Estinein too meets his end.

Estinien groans as he comes, head resting against his A’von’s back as he gives those last few thrusts to ride out his orgasm. G’raha watches as the two of  them catch their breath, A’von giving him a soft smile as he pushes himself up to bring G’raha down to him for a kiss. G’raha reciprocates immediately, their tongues dancing together even as Estinien withdraws, allowing for A'von to press forth unsuspectingly. G’raha scrambles to get his legs from under him as A’von straddles him, eyes devious as he holds his hand behind him expectantly. Estinien silently hands him the oil, G’raha watching hypnotized as he pours a generous amount in his hand before putting the bottle down once more.

G’raha can’t help but raise his hips as his lover’s hand wraps around his cock once again, the oil lubing him up easily. He can barely keep his eyes open, the pleasure is so overwhelming, looking through hazy eyes at how calloused hands rub him up and down. 

Having recovered, Estinien grabs the vial of oil, pouring what remains over two fingers before chucking it elsewhere in the room. Coming up behind A'von he slips two fingers into his sheathe, A’von purring, eyes hooded as he still keeps his focus on G’raha. “Good, you’re still ready. You ready to take him?” Estinien murmurs into A’von’s ear, taking one between his teeth and nibbling.

A’von nods slowly, finally releasing his cock as Estinien pulls his fingers from his puckered entrance.

Slowly, A’von leans forward, resting rough hands upon the smooth planes of G’raha’s chest, eyes not leaving one another as A’von reaches below to take hold of G’raha cock and line it up. Sinking slowly, the two Miqo’te moan as one as A'von slowly sinks down, G'raha hands coming to knead the flesh of A'von's thighs as he takes ilm by precious ilm. Even if he’s still stretched from Estinien’s own pounding, A’von savors each bit until they are flush against each other, his cock still hard and leaking pre cum as is warranted by a Miqo’te heat even after an orgasm.

A’von leans down to kiss him, his heart feeling ready to burst as A'von raises his hips to bring them back down. Groaning into one another’s mouths, G’raha feels robbed of breath as A’von nibbles playfully on his bottom lip, earning a surprised whimper from him at the action. Smirking, he watches as A’von sits back up, riding him earnestly, eyes on him. “Let me...make these past few days...up to you…”

A’von rides him like a man possessed, panting and mewling as he bounces on his cock. As if the sight alone wasn’t erotic enough, Estinien comes to claim A’von’s lips, the Miqo’te’s hand wrapping around his cock and pumping furiously as he prepares to meet his end once again. “The both of you,” A’von groans against Estinien’s lips, and G’raha knows he won’t last much longer either. “I’m going to,”

A’von comes, crying out as his seed spurts everywhere, but G’raha can’t be bothered to care as he finally releases, feeling his orgasm soar through him with blinding speed. His toes curl as he feels his seed spurt inside of his love, eyes fluttering closed as he gives a few more thrusts to ride out his orgasm.

It is his turn to catch his breath, finally opening his eyes just in time to catch A'von as he seems to collapse atop him. “Von?” he panics, until Estinien stills him with a hand.

“He’s fine. Just worn out.” He huffs, standing from the bed to cross over to a nearby basin. “You and I both know he could use the rest. Especially since he’ll pounce on us soon as he wakes.” 

Nodding, G’raha shifts A'von to be a bit more comfortable, scooting over to make a little more room for all three of them to fit. Given that they’re in Estinien’s room, he doubts anyone save Alphinaud or Tataru would dare pay a visit, and so he dubs it safe enough to rest his eyes, and join A'von in the world of dreams.

#estinien #estinien wyrmblood #FFXIV #ff14 #Final Fantasy XIV #commissions #ffxiv commissions #drabble

[johnsamericano]

“Corruption.” Pt.3 w.y.h

Pairing: college teacher!Lucas x student!reader.

Genre: smut, fluff, angst

Summary: Lucas never thought of falling for a student, but from the first day you walked into de classroom you had him wrapped around your finger.

Warnings: Corruption kink, oral (fem receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (the reader is on the pill), creampie (?)

a/n: it’s kinda short and (very) shitty but I swear next part will be better and ✨angsty✨

Taglist: @ncteaxhoe @Inpwrites (i can’t tag you properly for some reason)

corruption m.list.

Two weeks later, Lucas invited you to your very first date as a couple. You hadn’t seen each other a lot, since he wasn’t able to get you a spot in his class. But you figured out it was for the best.

“Hey sweetie, are you ready?” You weren’t used to be called pet names, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like it.

“Yes, I’m coming down.” You said as you went down the stairs.

“I’ll be right across the entrance, okay?”

He waited patiently for you inside his car, smiling as he saw your figure running towards the vehicle.

“Hi.” You cheerfully greeted him while leaning in to kiss his cheek.

“I hope you don’t mind staying at my house, I tried my best to make it look like one of those fancy restaurants.” You knew the risks of being seen with him at a public place.

“It’s okay, I rather stay home than going out anyways.”

You ordered Chinese food and ate while watching movies. Lucas complained a lot, he wanted to get you some steak or something expensive, but you genuinely loved fast food.

“What’s next?” You asked after helping him wash the dishes. “Maybe a board game?”

Lucas had planned to do something more...mature, but you looked so exited that he couldn’t help but to nod.

Jenga was the game picked.

“The one who loses has a punishment.”

“Deal.” You smiled.

After thirty minutes of carefully pulling out pieces, you seemed to be about to lose.

“It’s not fair!” You complained, looking at all of your options. “No matter what I pick, it’s gonna fall.”

“That’s too bad.” He faked a pout.

“Damn it.” You cursed after pulling a piece and making the entire tower fall.

“This is gonna be interesting.” He walked all the way to you, extending his hand to help you up. “I want you to take off your clothes.”

All the blood in your sistem went straight to your cheeks.

“I-I didn’t shave.” Lucas’ laugh only made you blush more.

“I was joking.” That wasn’t completely true.

He hugged you tightly, kissing the top of your head fondly.

“As a punishment, you shall give me a thousand kisses.” You lifted your head, looking at his perfectly sculpted face.

Your lips pressed against his repeatedly, making loud noises purposely. He smiled widely, his eyes turning into beautiful half moons.

“That’s alright, sweetie.” He grabbed your waist and kissed the tip of your nose. “Wanna play another round?”

(...)

You hadn’t seen Lucas for about a week. He said something about visiting his parents with his friend -your teacher- Kun. He didn’t know about your relationship yet, but he obviously suspected something.

The days went by faster than you thought they would thanks to Chenle, who’s company was always fun.

“So, are you visiting Mr. Gorgeous today?”

“Yes, and stop calling him that.” You bickered while applying mascara to your eyelashes. Chenle had payed you a visit while you were getting ready.

“Then I’ll go bother my roomate. Use protection!” He got up from your bed, walking out of your room while you blushed intensely.

Lucas welcomed you with a warm hug and lots of kisses.

“I missed my baby so much.” Soon, his kisses turned more passionate, bitting and licking your lips.

“I missed you too.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer if that was even possible. You sucked on his tongue, making his groan into your mouth.

“Bold. I like it.” He pushed you down to the couch, taking control of the kiss. “Your lips are so sweet.” The desire growing in his pants took control over his actions.

Initially, he wanted to wait for your feelings to be as strong as his to have sex with you, but after visiting his parents, he didn’t want to wait any longer.

Grinding against your core, he bit your earlobe. “You like it baby?” With your eyes closed, you nodded. “Use your words.”

“It’s weird.” A moan splipped out of your mouth.

“Is my baby still a virgin?” He knew the answer, nevertheless, hearing it from your own lips only turned him on more.

“Yes.”

“Then I guess I’ll have to play with you for a while.” His hand sneaked inside your jeans, playing with clothed core. “Don’t be shy, sweetie. Let me hear your pretty noises.”

“Xuxi?” You called out hesitantly. His eyes immediately becoming darker. “Can you use your fingers?”

“As you wish, princess.” He moved aside the fabric, his cold fingers tracing your labia. “Seems like you’re not wet enough, am I not making you feel good?” Your answer was cut off by his thumb harshly rubbing your clit. Your mouth was halfway opened, unable to make any sound. “That’s it, baby.” He murmured as his movements became easier due to the lubrication. Without stopping his previous movements, he used his other hand to completely get rid of the clothes on your inferior half. “Let’s go to my room.” You whined at the loss of contact. But he just smiled and carried you all the way to his bedroom.

“Y-your room is nice.” He smiled at your flushed face.

“I made it nice for you.” He gently dropped you at the soft mattress, proceeding to take off the rest of your clothes.

Your hands covered your boobs and your legs were crossed to hide your womanhood. Lucas stroked your exposed skin, wondering how could a human being be so perfect like you.

“Let me see you.” His pleading eyes made your body relax, allowing him to remove the hands from your breasts and untangling your legs.

He didn’t even know were to look. Every part of your body was absolutely perfect, from your angelic face to your pink lower lips, glistening with your juices.

“What a pretty pussy.” Your cheeks were burning while he left feather-light touches over your sensitive skin. “You’re absolutely gorgeous.” He kneeled in front of the bed, directly facing your core. He softly pulled your ankles so you were closer to him. Lucas pecked your lips before licking a stripe of your cunt. “My little girl is so sweet.” You squirmed as he sucked slightly on your sensitive bud.

He was throwing you over the edge with just a few kitten licks. Your mind became completely foggy when he added one of his large fingers, easily stimulating you.

“Sensitive, aren’t we?” You hummed. “Be a good girl and come for me.” You held onto his brown locks, clenching around his finger as you reached an unknown feeling.

“Lucas.” Your breathing was erratic. You felt completely weak, as if all the energy from your body had been drained, nevertheless, yo wanted more of that feeling. “I need you.”

He removed his clothing as fast as he could, aligning his thick, veiny length with your entrance. He pushed inside you slowly, your nails digging into the soft skin of his back.

“It hurts.”

“I know baby, I know.” He tried to kiss the pain away. “The next time it’ll feel better, I promise.”

The pain turned into an uncomfortable feeling, not even close to the pleasure he’d given you with his mouth and finger.

“You can move now.” He kissed your cheek, starting to roll his hips against yours, attempting to make you feel good even though he knew it was almost impossible since it was your first time.

“You feel so good baby.” He moaned. “I love you so much.”

His words were enough to wash the uncomfortableness away, replacing it with warmth.

“I love you too, Xuxi.”

You loved him, that was all he could think of. It didn’t take long for him to shoot his load deep inside you, pulling out to admire his seed dripping out of you.

“Pretty.” You felt empty, completely stretched out. “You wanna take a bath?” You nodded, making grabby hands for him to pick you up. “Let’s get my little baby cleaned up.”

(...)

“Are you gonna stay with me tonight?” He snuggled into your chest, covered by one of his big shirts.

“Of course.”

The doorbell interrupted your sweet moment. Lucas went up to get it and asked you to stay in his room.

“Hey dude.” Kun was at his front door, carrying a bag full of beers and chips. “I really feel like getting drunk tonight.” Before Lucas could even say anything, his friend was already taking his shoes off and entering the small apartment. “Can you lend me some clothes? Mine smell like sweat.” He approached the door of the bedroom.

“No!” Lucas screamed, startling you. You opened the door, completely oblivious to the situation.

“Is everything okay...?” The figure of your other teacher was right in front of you, completely pale.

“Shit, Lucas.”

#nct au #nct imagines #nct ot21 #nct smut #nct x reader #nct #nct 127 #nct scenarios #wayv #wayv smut

[blouisparadise]

Here are some great bottom Louis fics that were posted or completed during the month of February. We really hope you enjoy this list. Happy reading!

1) Just A Little Taste Babe | Explicit | 1866 words

Note: There is no smut where someone bottoms in this fic, but it contains omega Louis, so we’ve included it in this monthly roundup. 

"Louis' thin petal pink lips strained to stay stretched open, his teeth grazing the beryl ball-gag that sat heavy against his tongue. His jaw was already starting to ache but he willed himself to focus on something else, anything else as a distraction. Like the heat that was surging through him, settling in the pit of his stomach and the apples of his cheeks which were no doubt flushed a pretty shade of rose. "

2) This Here City Is For The Lonely Ones | Explicit | 2640 words

This is Harry’s favourite part. When Louis gets so blinded by the pleasure that he doesn’t think about what he should or should not be saying or doing, and just feels.Featuring: an insecure Louis and gentle dom Harry.

3) Who Let Louis Tomlinson Play Truth or Dare? | Not Rated | 2641 words

When Louis is dared to give one Harry Styles a lap dance at a frat party it doesn't take long for things to get dirty.

4) A Swallow Mates For Life | Mature | 4394 words

Louis is a young omega who just joined the workforce. When he meets his new boss, he doesn't know what to think. Work is definitely different than he thought it would be when he can't get over this little crush on his boss.

5) Always Coming Back For You | Explicit | 4729 words

Harry's been missing Louis for eight days, and eight days without his Omega feels like decades in his pre-rut state.

Louis happens to come back to him earlier than planned.

6) Wishing To Be The Friction In Your Jeans | Mature | 5023 words

Louis and Harry are both in love with each other. Both are completely oblivious to the fact that they like each other but decide to confide in Gemma. It takes a lot to get them to finally just speak to each other about how they feel.

7) Fellowship Of Eroda | Explicit | 5367 words

“Join our DnD game,” Niall had said.“It’ll be fun,” Liam had said.Neither of them had thought about the fact their DM was Harry Fucking Styles. Though in fairness they didn’t know the full history behind him and Harry Fucking Styles.aka Louis may have had a four night stand with Harry and now he's stuck in a DND campaign with him.

8) Your Sex Is On Fire | Explicit | 6402 words

Louis moves in with a roommate as he starts uni. Harry, the roommate, is a lot more to deal with than he originally realized.AKA Harry is a nudist and Louis' a closeted gay man.

9) I’ll Light The Fire | Explicit | 7574 words

“Alright, baby, we can do that next time, okay?” Harry says, trying to hide the smile in his voice and moving between Louis’ spread thighs. Harry wishes he had his camera handy so he could snap a photo of the vision in front of him; the way Louis’ caramel skin is contrasting with the white sheets, his eyelashes fanning over his cheeks, and the sun rays bouncing off his back. Fucking gorgeous. Harry runs his hands up the length of Louis’ legs, digging his thumbs into the soft skin on the innermost part of his thighs. He makes a mental note to move his polaroid within arms reach of their bed.

“I might change my mind, that sounds like a lot of wor-, oh god,” Louis gets cut off as Harry licks a broad stripe up his taint to his hole, practically purring into the pillow.

AKA Prompt 173: Harry wants to rim louis in the morning when the sun is rising so they do and louis’ all sleepy soft and whiny but pliant in the golden sunlight and the whole thing is really sweet and soft and lovely.

10) Bloodletting (Dancing Out In The Garden) | Explicit | 10010 words

The ticklish sensation of that small tongue lapping up the blood makes Harry squirm in place, and he breaks their eye contact to glance down at the place where their bodies meet.The boy closes his eyes, his eyelashes brushing against the soft skin of his cheeks.Then, he opens his mouth, his unnaturally sharp canines glinting slightly in the warm light, and bites down on Harry’s arm.

11) Better Than Words | Explicit | 11321 words

Note: This fic is the second part of a series.

Harry and Louis have an argument while at the doctors to check on their baby. Then they celebrate Harry's birthday and Valentine's Day in their own way.

12) Shine | Explicit | 13366 words

“How does it feel?” Harry asks, genuine curiosity evident in his voice. Louis lets his eyes drift closed and focuses on the sensations. “It’s like… like I’ve got hands all over me, touching me, inside and out, and…” Louis tries to zone in but it’s so hard to describe. “It’s like I’m being stimulated everywhere all at once.” As if on cue, his nipples and earlobes start tingling and he arches his back. “Oh fuck, yeah.”OR the one where Louis has a thing for the sun and Harry is more than happy to indulge his sunshine boy.

13) You’re My Little Sparkle Jump-Rope Queen | Not Rated | 14620 words

Note: This fic is the second part of a series.

"Daddy?" Louis whispers, cheeks flaming, and Harry chuckles deeply."Yeah, kitten. I see you're dressed up all pretty but apparently it's not for me but for some strangers on the internet." The man is stepping closer with a predatory look on his face.-Louis still is a slutty little camboy and Harry fucks him again.

14) It Is What It Is | Mature | 36686 words

"Um can I have a Heineken zero please" said a deep sexy voice that made goosebumps of erupt on my skin instantly. I looked over to see the most drop dead gorgeous human being to ever grace the planet, standing 1 meter away from me. Soft chocolate curls styled in a quiff, deep forest green eyes, smooth olive skin decorated in a multitude of various tattoos and his lips ...... Jesus Christ his lips.

15) What's Mine Is Yours To Make Your Own | Mature | 39919 words

Sometimes, the closest harry ever feels to home is louis. it's their shared hotel rooms on tour, their shoes toed off in the doorway next to each other, jackets hung on the same post.it's everything he doesn't notice until it's been taken away from him.

16) Be My Omega | Mature | 138274 words

It all started when the alpha laid eyes on the short curvy omega and he knew at that moment that his life would never be the same, in a good way of course.

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