#my golden girls tank top

[lovebugism]

“don’t you dare touch him” eddie x shy!reader

idk i need a situation where reader never really speaks up but she finally does when it comes to eddie because she loves him sm😭

thanks so much for your request! hope you like it!! — the one where eddie melts when his quiet gf sticks up for him in front of jason (shy!reader, fluff, 2.4k)

bug's summer fic fest ♡

The drive from Forest Hills to the arcade is spent with Lucas and Dustin bickering in the backseat and Eddie’s hand on your thigh.

“It’s been two years, and you still can’t beat my high score, Dusty Bun,” the former boy taunts. The nickname spills like venom from his smiling face. “Just give it up, okay? It’s not happening.”

Dustin grins back at him. It’s more so mischievous than it is taunting. His deep blue eyes narrow in a challenging squint. “You are so gonna be eating your words by the end of the night. When we leave, Princess Daphne is gonna be mine, alright? For good.”

Their arguing becomes background noise. With your cheek lolled against the hand you’ve got propped against the window, you’re pulled into the wispy lilac cloud your gaze is so heavily fixated upon. The sky billows lavender against a sea of pink and golden orange — a summer sunset so vivid you can taste it.

The only thing keeping you grounded is Eddie’s palm on your knee, wide and warm and all-consuming. His thumb rubs against your skin so softly you think it must be absentminded. It feels like static shock, anyway. He laughs quietly to himself, and his fingers tremble gently against you. This time they squeeze you with a newfound intention as he brings you back to him.

“What do you think, babe?” Eddie asks, pink mouth spread in a pearly white grin. His chocolate eyes glimmer with the golden hour sun as his gaze flits between yours and the road. “Think Dusty Bun has a chance here?”

You nod, scrunched nose and squinted eyes, silent in your support for the curly-headed boy who’s still yelling over Lucas in the back of the van.

“What about me?” he presses. And because he knows better than to give his quiet girl anything other than a yes or no answer, he follows quickly, “You think today’s the day I finally beat your Space Invaders high score?”

A beat passes. The momentary silence is filled with arguing boys, old tires on older asphalt, and Ozzy Osbourne’s “Crazy Train” spilling softly from the radio. A quiet smile tugs at the corners of your mouth. You purse the mischievous expression to the side as you turn away from him again.

Your non-answer makes him laugh. It sounds exactly like the colors of the sunset.

His beat-up van jerks when he puts it into park. The door on the side squeaks as the kids file out of it. Eddie’s does too, but you can’t hear it over him telling you to “sit tight.” 

You wait patiently in the passenger seat like you always do, smiling to yourself as the boy rushes around the hood to open the door for you. The hinges screech in protest. His wild curls billow in the wind as he smiles. “C’mon, sunshine. Our palace awaits.”

The group of you stand beneath the spinning neon sign he parked next to — glowing orange and white beneath a setting sun. Someone calls from across the parking lot, “Well, well, well. Look who it is.”

Your heads snap in the direction of the painfully familiar voice. 

Jason and the rest of his abnormally tall goons stand outside the new gym that just opened on the strip. The dark, vacant building wedged between The Palace and Family Video was no longer as scary as it used to be now that it was occupied. You were just hoping it’d be something more exciting. Forcing arcade nerds and gym bros into one spot feels like a crime.

“And they brought little miss wallflower, too,” Jason lilts with his pretty smile and straight teeth. His blonde hair is a darker shade of brown, damp with half-dried sweat. His lean form is unnaturally built underneath his white tank top and basketball shorts. 

It isn’t any wonder why he turned out to be such a raging douchebag. 

Someone so perfect needed at least one flaw.

“The gang’s all here, huh?” one of his other friends — Andy, you think — concurs from behind him, always in the boy’s shadow.

“Like what you see, fellas?” Eddie calls out from across the slab of pavement separating the group of you. He’ll never turn down an opportunity to take the piss out of the so-called jocks, all muscle and no brain. 

“What do we do when those assholes give us hell?” he’d often ask when you’ve had a particularly shitty day with them. “We give ‘em hell right back.”

Jason’s thin lips curl into a more mischievous smirk. His blue eyes are lighter in the golden sunlight, and they twinkle beneath the neon signs as he looks you up and down. “Yeah, actually,” he hums with his unabashed ogling. “I do.”

Mike’s lanky legs sidestep to stand ahead of you. He does it so swiftly, so instinctually, you don’t think he even really meant to do it. Despite the raven-haired boy halfway covering you, you cross your arms over your torso in a further attempt to keep yourself hidden. 

You feel so suddenly exposed in your frilly floral sundress — especially considering the only thing you wear to school is baggy jeans and baggier sweaters. You feel like you might as well be naked standing in front of them just now.

The younger boys stand on high alert as Eddie walks the short distance to Jason. The brief journey is made quicker when the blonde boy strides to meet him halfway. It’s a high school sort of standoff — neither particularly wanting to get physical because the real-life repercussions aren’t worth it. They just want to see who can piss each other off the most.

“She is pretty, isn’t she?” Eddie concedes with a grin, flashing you a brief glance over his shoulder. He turns away quickly at the sight of your wide, pleading eyes. He scrunches his nose in feigned sympathy. “I bet you’re real jealous, huh? Especially now that you’ve got nothing but your right hand keeping you company ever since Chrissy dumped your ass.”

“Watch it,” Jason warns through gritted teeth.

“I think I saw her riding around last week with Harrington, actually.”

The blonde boy’s sneakers scuff against the concrete as he takes a daring step closer. His piercing stare never wavers. “Don’t talk about Chrissy.”

“Don’t talk about my girl, and I won’t talk about yours,” Eddie retorts in lilt. And then, because he can’t help but twist the knife, he tilts his head to his shoulder and continues. “Well, I guess she’s not really yours anymore, is she?”

“I said don’t talk about Chrissy!” Jason repeats, louder than before, when he lets his anger get the best of him. One hand shoots up to shove at Eddie’s chest, using only enough force to make the boy stumble slightly back. 

While Dustin, Lucas, and Mike gear up for a fight, Eddie only laughs in response — big, boisterous, and boyish.

You don’t even realize you’re stepping in front of the group until you’re already doing it. The words seem to fly from your mouth without you even thinking about them. “Don’t touch him!” you shout. 

And even though it wasn’t particularly loud, it quiets in the mindless bickering all at once. Everyone turns to gape at you — Jason, Andy, Dustin, Eddie. Everyone is equally surprised by your outburst. Because you don’t speak. Ever. At least, not if you can help it. 

And it’s not because you don’t have anything to say, because you do. It’s just that your brain works too much, and your mouth can’t keep up with it sometimes. It’s easier just to be silent.

That’s what you’ve been known for ever since you were little. You went through all of it — the bullying, the sad eyes, the talks with teachers, the ‘is everything alright at home’s. Everything was fine, for the most part. Your childhood was equally as middling as everyone else’s. You just had a harder time being human than most people.

Jason smiles again, amused by your warning. “What was that, sweetheart?”

You swallow through a tightening throat. Your sweaty hands clench into balls at your sides. The words come out quieter than before, but no less meaningful. “I said… Don’t touch him.”

“Oh, so she does speak. Here I thought no one ever taught you how to,” the blonde boy laughs. You feel disgusting when his attention settles solely upon you. The lingering sick feeling is eclipsed by your gratitude that Eddie’s no longer in his line of fire. “I’m gonna be honest… I thought you were cuter when you were quiet.”

You don’t know what he means by that. You can’t tell if he’s being genuine, or if he thinks you care enough about what he thinks to slink back into your shell.

“Leave Eddie alone,” you retort drily.

He snorts. “Yeah? Or what?”

There’s a thousand words you want to say. You open your mouth to spit all of them at the boy across from you, but nothing comes out.

“Yeah,” Jason laughs at your silence. “That’s what I thought.”

You stand your ground when he walks towards you. His strides are slow and menacing, like he’s expecting you to back away. You might’ve if you were anywhere else — if Eddie wasn’t a couple feet away and the rest of your friends weren’t crowding behind you. You’re made somehow braver by their presence.

“This is a really cute dress, though, sweetheart,” the blonde boy compliments with a thin smirk. “You should dress like this more often. You know what? You’d really fit in at the strip club downtown— what’s it called?”

“Pink Paradise,” Andy answers without missing a beat.

Jason smacks his lips against his teeth. “That’s the one.”

“Is that the one your mom works at?” you wonder with your arms crossed over your chest. Your head tilts to your shoulder as you squint at him. “Is she still giving those two-for-one discounts?” 

Jason’s confidence stutters at your biting reply — even more so by the choked-back laughter accompanying it. Your boys don’t bother to hide their humored giggles, though the basketball team covers theirs by coughing into their fists.

“Ooh. I didn’t know you had such a much on you,” the blonde lilts as his blue eyes narrow. “I’m like… fifty percent more attracted to you now.”

“Leave Eddie alone,” you deadpan once more. “And go be a douchebag somewhere else.”

One of his friends breaks free from the pack. He’s tall, thin, and toned. He’s got the same haircut as Lucas: compact curls, squared off on the sides. You know him — Patrick McKinney. He’s the only one of Jason’s friends that was actually nice to you. Or, at the very least, he wasn’t a total asshole.

“Let’s go, man,” the boy ushers, nudging at Jason’s bicep. “Let’s go shoot some hoops or something. This isn’t worth it.”

You scoff out a laugh. “Oh, please— the only shooting Jason Carver does is into a kleenex. It’s why you were benched all last season.”

“I twisted my ankle!” the blonde boy defends, sounding weak and pathetic beneath the chorus of laughter as Patrick drags him away.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” you mutter, perhaps too quiet for him to hear, as Lucas pulls at your forearm to guide you in the other direction. His touch is still gentle — it would be uncharacteristic of him to be rough with you. It would also be a terrible idea with Eddie just a few paces behind the both of you.

The walk to The Palace is a silent one. There’s too much to say, and everyone’s just a little too amazed to say it. Eddie, however, never had a hard time killing a quiet. He rushes on long legs to match your quick strides, reaching you rather easily. 

“Hey, hey, hey— you okay, babe?” the worried boy wonders. He takes a gentle hold of your wrists when you reach the awning beneath the arcade. His chocolate gaze flits attentively over your form, nowhere near as leering as Jason had been. 

He can tell by your heaving chest and glassy eyes that you’re a little overwhelmed. When he takes your face in his hands, he finds that your cheeks are burning, too.

You nod into his warm palms in silent reply, back in the comfort of your shell all over again.

“What’d you do that for, huh?” Eddie singsongs with a quiet laugh. His thumb dances over your cheekbones as he grins at you. “You know I don’t like you getting involved with those assholes.”

“They don’t get to talk to you like that… Or put their hands on you,” you mutter. Despite your soft tone, Eddie can see the fury flashing in your eyes, getting angry about it all over again.

His smile widens — proud and hopelessly in love with you. “No. They don’t. Especially not with my girl around, huh?”

“Nope,” you murmur, popping the p. A sheepish grin pulls at your mouth, equally as proud and in love.

Eddie leans down to kiss you, guiding your mouth to his with the hands cupping your jaw. It’s innocuously chaste, being that you’re still standing in a public parking lot. You could never quite stomach the attention of PDA, anyway. His pink lips lock with yours in a fleeting peck, and his arms wrap around you a second later.

He smothers you into his chest, and you revel in every second of it. He smells like cigarette smoke and the cologne he tried to cover it up with. He smells like a home you could live in forever. 

You smile into the thrifted Blondie tee you got him — which he happily accepted because he loves you (even though he hates Blondie). He presses a kiss into your hair and smushes his nose into the crown of it as he laughs.

“‘Is that the one your mom works at?’” Eddie repeats with a soft chuckle, chest swelling with pride once more. “God, babe. That’s good.”

“Shut up…” you murmur.

“I’m serious! I didn’t know you were such a good smack-talker! I think you might be a genius, actually.”

“Don’t,” you grouse with a lighthearted scowl. You pull away from him only slightly — enough for him to put your face back in his hands again. You feel safest there, even if you are pouting up at him.

“You’re so cute,” the boy muses with a beam. His eyes glimmer like a sea of chocolate syrup, melting with all the love he has for you. “You’re like a cinnamon roll. A cinnamon roll that could bite people.”

“That’s exactly what I am,” you monotone and try your best not to smile.

Eddie couldn’t hide his grin if he tried. “And that’s exactly why I love you.”

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[seraphicsentences]

pleaseee could you write an abby anderson x weather girl reader where they’re at the WLF base and abby catches reader staring at her hehehe

IM SORRY FOR TAKING 100 YEARS TO WRITE THIS AND THEN DELIVERING THIS MID ASS PIECE. i do hope you enjoy though i love you babe 😚😚

tags: abby anderson x reader, abby anderson x weather girl, EXHIBITIONISM, cunnilingus (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), kinda mean abby anderson? idk man, the whole WLF base is probably a lil traumatized

AN: thank you to @insanermin and @f3mme-f4tale for reviewing this for me i’m endlessly grateful for the two of you bless your beautiful souls. credits to my favorite girl for helping me come up with what to write for this request. i love youuuu

it was the crack of dawn, sun just barely peeking its way over the tops of WLF’s buildings, yet the heat was unbearable.

“83 fucking degrees Fahrenheit, jesus christ,” you muttered to yourself, checking the stationed thermometers posted around the perimeter.

the base was, for the most part, quiet. only few unlucky individuals working mindlessly at their respective morning assignments.

you strolled down your usual path, squinting at the streams of sunlight cast on the side of your face, dancing into your vision.

“hey weather girl,” a voice called from behind.

abby anderson. as if you even needed to turn around to recognize her unmistakable, raspy, teasing tone.

you whipped around, watching intently as abby bent out from under a stock-filled tent, arms filled.

“need some help?” you joked, stifling a giggle that arose when abby dipped abruptly to catch a bag of bait between her teeth.

what you wouldn’t give to be that bag of bait, you bit your lip, eyes trained on abby’s busy mouth.

hmphmpsh abby sarcastically laughed against the plastic, snapping you out of your dirty-minded haze and sending a flush across the back of your neck.

you meet her examining eyes, breath hitching as she squints slightly, a smirk etched into her gaze. embarrassed at the thought of her catching you, you open your mouth in attempt to sway the conversation— but she beats you to it, breaking the stare-down a beat later, spitting the bag out into a small pile on the wood deck.

god, you would let her spit bait into your mouth if she wanted.

“so what’re we at today? it’s gotta be at least 90 out,” abby wipes at her forehead, making small talk as she organizes the rest of the stock.

“try 83. though i wouldn’t be surprised if we do reach 90 once the sun is fully risen,” you reply, raising a hand to block some of pesky rays ruining your god-sent view.

“no fucking waaaay!” abby drags out, astounded. “we are definitely at 90 by now, do you see me? im drenched!”

so am i, you think to yourself.

“trust the expert. your body temperature’s just extra high from physical exertion. whoever put you on for outdoor stock at this hour has it out for you,” you comment, eyes dragging as abby lifts the bottom of her tank to wipe her face, revealing a rather impressive display of rock-solid abdominals.

you catch her gaze, this time her having an eyebrow raised, and immediately look away, the flush on your neck spreading to the tips of your ears. as hard as you tried not to stare, abby wasn’t doing much to help, especially not while decked out in a translucent white tank, black bra beneath a stark contrast, begging for your attention.

abby’s dark green cargos hugged her thighs deliciously, highlighting her thick, defined quads as she shifted about.

lifting a large sealed box of who knows what from one end of the deck to the other, she grunted under the weight, leaving your mind to wander yet again to a different sort of situation where you might find yourself blessed enough to hear that pretty sound.

“yeah, whatever- i’ll tru-trust the expert,” she breathes out, voice strained. strands of her blonde— almost golden in the sun— hair stuck to her face with sweat, which glistened perfectly on her skin, making abby look almost angelic as she crossed into the sun’s direct heat.

“yeah,” you exhaled, at a loss for words under the confines of her entrancing beauty. you stood there a second longer, before suddenly snapping out of your daze, clearing your throat. “i’m, uh, gonna head to the station, i think,” you stuttered, despite your usual propensity for word flow heard throughout the WLF base every morning.

“desperate to get rid of me?” abby faux gasps.

you sputtered at her accusation, “no-no, i-“

“shhhh-shhh, i know honey, i know,” she cuts you off, bitable lips curling up into a half-smirk.

traitorous feet already walking their way towards the radio station, you desperately try to recover from your embarrassment, tripping over your words, “i-you, uh,” you try.

abby twists her head over her shoulder in your direction, cocking it in a way that makes your heart twist in your chest and a pulse thrum between your thighs.

“you can come!” you blurt without a second thought. “with me— i mean, to the station,” you add, trying to clarify.

faced with an jaw-dropped confused-yet beautiful abby anderson, you continue rambling, “it’s indoors! i mean obviously, because of the, um, radio equipment, but you know, you’re probably hot— well you are, but- shit- that’s not what i-“

“okay, okay, okay,” abby bursts out chuckling, which you’d enjoy a whole lot more if it weren’t at your sake, “you don’t have to convince me, sweetheart, i’m already there,” she holds her hands up in surrender.

your heart skips a beat at the nickname, brain racing at a million miles per hour when you catch the sight of abby’s built frame sauntering it’s way over to you, small towel slung lazily over one shoulder, braid swaying slightly with every step.

you swallow harshly at her approach, turning promptly around to lead the way in a brisk pace.

abby laughs to herself as she follows, “aw, don’t run, i want to see your pretty face.”

your face heats at the compliment, before proceeding to flush a nuclear red at another comment she mutters haphazardly under her breath, “though i’m not complaining about my view from here.”

she half jogs to catch up with you, though your supposed speed-walk is no competition for what she’d consider a stroll with her long limbs.

you see her looking-no, ravishing- your figure out the corner of your eye, her tongue pressed to the side of her cheek, as you silently yell at your cheeks to cool themselves down.

your eyes can’t seem to deny themselves such an appeasing view, though, darting to the side to steal a glance at abby’s translucent tank, and your attraction is clear, at least to abby.

“want something, honey?”

you cough in response, choking on the saliva you didn’t even notice gather as a physical response to abby’s presence (me), as the two of you, thankfully, arrive at the station at last.

“ladies first,” you joke, swinging the door open with the backwards weight of your body.

“such a gentlemen,” abby quips back, winking at you as she strolls through the opening.

the pair of you let out a collective sigh at the blast of cold air blowing softly from the studio. it’s a vacant space, but the constant flow of electricity needed to notify the base in the face of an emergency allows it to stay up and running.

you make a beeline to your set-up area, tangled wires running along every side of the desks, hooked up to all sorts of peculiar devices: microphones, barometers, fancy thermometers. abby finds herself surprisingly impressed by the sophisticated knickknacks you mindlessly twist and turn to read, as if flipping through a toddler-level picture book.

“where’d you learn how to work all of this?” she asks.

“stole some books off an old lab,” you reply, shooting her a shy smile, “like to read, i s’ppose.”

across the room, abby rests her elbows on the table behind her, crossing her legs and letting her head drop to one side. “smart girl,” she praises, cheeky smile slipping onto her face.

you bite the fat of your cheek, holding back a grin of your own before turning back to finish jotting down the day’s data into a tattered mini notepad.

you grab a sleek broadcasting mic off one of your shelves, shoving some of the wires aside on the main desk to make room for it to rest, before hooking one of the tinier cables into the mic, and twisting around to find an audio interface to plug the other end into.

“what am i doing here?” abby says all of a sudden, breaking your hustling focus.

you freeze, letting the cable drop as you look down. “i don’t know.”

abby pauses. “let me rephrase,” she strolls over, positioning herself lush behind you. she runs her arms down the sides of your arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake in spite of it being blisteringly hot out.

“what do you want me to do here?” she rasps by your ear, your head subsequently tilting to feel the heat of her breath on your neck.

“i-i don’t kn-“

“yes you do. just like i know exactly the mess i’ll find under these itty bitty shorts of yours.” she whispers, “you’re a terrible liar, sweetheart.”

a whimper slips out from your lips, head rolling back onto abby’s shoulder as you meet her sharp eyes with your pleading ones. your legs cross, squeezing shut, humiliated by the arousal that had gathered in reaction to, what, a 5 minute conversation with her? how pathetic.

“don’t think i didn’t notice your ogling earlier,” she continues, tracing her big hands lighting across your stomach, feeling your skin rise and fall with your increasingly rapid breaths. “your eyes give you away. i know what’s going on in that pretty little mind up there.”

your lips part as you roll your head further, almost completing a circle. the way you’re faced, you’re breathing desperate huffs directly into abby’s own mouth. she grazes a hand up between your two breasts, hard and pointed from a combination of the room’s dropped temperature and your arousal, then sliding her grip gently around your neck, holding your face close in place.

“you think you can get away with those slutty thoughts of yours? makin’ everyone think you’re such a good innocent girl, but no, you’re just a fucking whore aren’t you? isn’t that right, pretty?” she presses, tsking at your averting gaze.

“eyes on me, honey. you can’t hide. tell me what you really what,” she says into your mouth, lips just barely brushing over your own, the fucking tease.

you pant, eyes glued to her tempting mouth, desperate to close the distance. but you’ve got a job to do, and what’s fun without a bit of teasing? she deserves a taste of her own medicine, the bitch.

“what i really want…” you whisper back, “is to tell the base how fucking hot it is today,” you say at a normal volume, pushing off her back, and finally plugging the mic into the audio interface.

“duty calls!” you joke, trying to calm your racing heart and ignore the dampness between your legs. you hook the final plug into the wall, hearing a whirring that lets you know everything’s ready to go, before stealing a quick glance at abby to see how she’s taking your unexpected change of demeanor.

abby stands frozen in place, mouth gaping, but tweaked into an almost-smile, evidently shocked. your stomach flutters at the hungry look in her green, now nearly black, pupils, roguish thoughts brewing.

you bring a hand to your heart, dropping your jaw to match hers as you shoot a mocking who me? look in her direction paired with a shrug. winking, you turn back to your morning duties and take a seat, tuning in the frequency.

a click of a switch, an automated voice, and that’s all there really is to it. you’re live.

and your heart’s pounding out of your chest.

and though you’re usually hit with the slightest bit of anxiety over the idea of being listened to by every single individual on the very base, that’s not what you’re thinking about. well, not exactly.

“good morning, WLF!” you chirp, standard lines slipping off your tongue with ease, “hope you all had a great night’s rest! i know i sure did. today is august 2nd, 2038, and boy, you guys in for a sweat today! let’s check in with sophie and see what she has to say— sophie, you’re on!”

shaking out a breath, you click a button to tune in a livestream from the second weather station across the base, sophie’s station.

“hey girl, what’s up?” sophie’s cherry voice comes crackling through.

“the usual. wanna tell us how things have been looking on your end?”

“you betcha! good morning WLF, you heard it from our girl yourselves, it is goddamn hot out! my readings say that…” sophie continues, rattling off her collected data in a long, number-filled ramble.

you tune out, waiting for your cue to list your end’s data as you bounce your leg mindlessly up and down.

“oh you’ve really got everyone fooled, huh?” abby drawls behind you. you jump, temporarily forgetting her presence in the midst of your reporting.

you swivel your chair around to her, smiling cheekily as you press a finger to her lips in silence’s universal sign.

oh? abby mouths. we’re still live? she asks.

you nod your head slowly.

“then you’re gonna have to keep quiet for me sweetheart,” she leans in to whisper at a decibel just barely above zero. “unless you want everyone on base to know how much of a slut you are,” she adds, dropping to her knees before you.

“what are you-?!” you whisper hastily, stopping yourself to mutter lowly, “i’m the slut? look who’s on their fucking knees in a fucking radio station.”

she presses a chaste kiss to your thigh, smiling and shhhhing against your skin, mumbling, “shut up and focus. the base depends on you.”

with even just the lightest brush of abby’s buff frame against your knees, your legs fall open, beckoning her between them.

invisible hands to pulling her into your trap.

“abby,” is all you can get out, panting in need of her touch.

“focus, baby.”

she pulls your shorts and underwear down to the floor with a swift tug, smirk haughty as faced with your dripping mess.

“knew it,” she mouths, looking up devilishly at you. keeping your eyes trapped in her hypnotic gaze, she leans in slowly, tongue out, to catch your weeping pussy in a french kiss.

“fuck,” you breathe out, thighs trembling in resistance to clamp her head between them only just to keep her tongue against you.

she makes out sloppily with your folds, hands gripping your waist tightly to lock your body in place, pressing you firm against the chair despite your incessant squirming.

the point of her tongue traces down in a tease, slipping just barely into your pulsing hole to steal a taste of freshly dripped slick, before running it back upwards to firmly press into your neglected clit.

“ah!” you hiss, head thrown to the ceiling as your nails dig into the arms of the chair, hips attempting to buck further into abby’s warm mouth.

“you there, station one? i think the connection’s a bit warbly today,” a crackly voice interrupts your mind fog.

shit. sophie must’ve finished her report by now. you situate yourself up as best as you can— seeing as how abby won’t let go of your hips, or move away for that matter.

“hey sophie, yes i’m here! sorry ‘bout that, i-uh, yeah. there must be something up with the frequency today,” you sputter out.

“no worries! why don’t you go ahead and share your mornings data with us?” she laughs back.

“yeah, yeah, so my rea-fuck-“

you sharply take in a breath, sucking in your teeth. you look down. god, if that isn’t the hottest sight you’ve ever seen.

abby’s looking up through her eyelashes, your arousal smeared across the bottom half of her face, dripping to her chin. she dashes out a tongue to catch the corner of her mouth, smirk wolfish from her mischievous actions. she lifts an eyebrow, matching your prior who me? mock, as if she didn’t just set every nerve ending of your clit alight.

and while you could be absolutely furious with her for fucking with you on live, all you want from her is more.

“everything alright, station 1?”

you jump. “i-sorry- just, uh banged my knee up.” you mean to shoot a scolding look at abby, but just wound it up to be embarrassingly pleading.

she pouts sarcastically, and without breaking eye contact she bows in again to capture your puffy clit between her lips, sucking softly while flicking her tongue over and over again. it’s downright sinful.

“oh!” you whine, right hand darting to tug at abby’s braid, keeping her moving face moving against the place you need her most.

“um, station 1, i can take over if you’d like?”

your face flames. caught up in abby’s dizzying ministrations, your body’s screaming to say yes. yes, as in, yes sophie please fucking take over. and yes, as in, yes abby right there.

and you almost do, say yes to the first one, i mean. but a stinging pinch from abby tips you the other way.

“i, shit, sorry- i mean, yeah, sorry. sorry kids! don’t listen to me!” you babble, eyebrows scrunched and hips still grinding.

abby continues to torture your clit: her warm, wet tongue lapping up every last drop of your slick and pressing it rhythmically against that swollen button. your cunt tightens around nothing, desperate for something, anything, to fill ‘er up.

shit, you mutter to yourself, thrumming pussy impossible to ignore. “the temp-ah-temperature o-on my end read 83 degrees on my e-enndd-god,” you carry on, breathless, “ahem. we’re looking at clear, s-sunny skies all day, so be sure to wear some sort of- mmph- heat protectant,” you finish off your sentence sounding quite a bit more like a pornstar doing a dirty beach-scene than intended, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

“give me one, uh, one sec-cond to double check the read- readings,” you stumble out quickly.

“no problem! while we wait on our girl, WLF, i’ll tell you about what last minute assignments we still need people for, so listen up…” sophie entertains.

“abby,” you whine, covering the mic with your free hand in attempt to muffle your sounds. you can barely form a sentence with the way her nose nudges your clit while her tongue runs zig zags along your folds.

“i know,” she cooes, chucking, “keep it down, you’re on live.”

you silently will yourself not to cry out when abby stretches your legs further apart, shaking her head left and right to stimulate every crevice of your weeping cunt. back arching off the chair, you whimper out a strangled noise, “i cant, i cant, i cant” you chant.

abby’s drags turn to kisses, watching your legs tremble with an endearing gaze as she makes her way up your stomach and to your face. pressing a kiss against your cheek, then your nose, and alas, your parted lips, she whispers, “this is what you wanted, wasn’t it? so shut up and be good for me, yeah baby?”

you nod feverishly, heavy-lidded and staring intoxicated as abby bites bruises into your neck, only to soothe it a moment later with a flat-striped lick of her tongue.

“mmm god, abby, i need you,” you practically slur out, moaning her name like a ritual.

“you’ve got me,” is all she says. her calloused hand slides up from the bottom of your shirt, squeezing your breast harshly, as if she can’t get enough, needing to completely ravish you.

“here, abby, need you here,” you groan, emphasizing it with the buck of your hips.

“alright, alright,” she shushes you with a kiss, hand sliding back down to cup your heat gently, feeling your desperation. “right here, huh? you aching for it, sweetheart?”

your only response is to catch her lips in a needy kiss, tongue pushing into her mouth, eager to taste yourself on abby.

hmmph abby groans against your lips, fingers dipping shallowly into your coated hole.

“you can scream my name as loud as you want once you finish your report.“

“but-“

“you don’t want to let the base down, do you? how else are we supposed to know how dripping hot it’s gonna be out today?” she murmurs, emphasizing her words with a push of her thick fingers deeper into you.

your eyebrows scrunch, vision dizzy with need as you look up at the sight before you. a pretty pink hue glazing her sun kissed cheeks, abby tilts her head, finding delight in your struggle to come back to reality.

“c’mon, honey, you got it,” she purrs, running a hand to push the hair away from your face.

you narrow your eyes, pushing majority of the fog to a corner of your mind and uncovering your shaky hand from off the mic.

“sorry about that, folks,” you shakily speak up, “-and thanks soph. i’ll be out of your hair in just a second. as for today, we seem to be getting a light breeze coming in from the east at about 8 miles per hour, so it might hopefully provide a little bit of relief from the heat.”

in the meanwhile, abby hoists your figure up off the chair, shorts and panties still hooked askew around one of your ankles. a hitch in your voice signals your end’s confusion, but you continue on regardless, slave to abby’s actions.

she pushes your torso over slightly, having you put most of your weight on the desk as you hover over your mic, hair flicked over one shoulder.

“as for the air quality, it’s testing to be relatively clear. the spores don’t seem to be getting passed over by the wind, so no need to worry with the masks today! i’ll check in in the afternoon to see if that’s cha- nhghh,” you jolt forward, voice breaking and hips hitting the table as abby thrusts two fingers tightly into your heat from behind, twisting them to reach that ridged, aching spot.

“-changed,” you correct, exhaling sharply. your eyes roll involuntarily as abby picks up her pace, curling her fingers on every outstroke, other hand delivering languid circles to your puffy clit. you can feel the burn of her stare down your spine, head turning over your shoulder briefly to confirm, and catching sight of the two of you in the mirror on the back wall.

your flushed face, rumpled top, and trembling, kiltered, bent over position contrasted with abby’s working muscles as she stood strongly gripping your waist was a sight to behold.

“what would you do if i made you scream for me right now?” abby breathes out, grunting. “should we let the base know how much of a slut you are for me?” she asks, “fuck your special spot real good in front of everyone? right here?” she punctuates with a downright sinful massage against your g-spot.

she huffs out a quiet laugh when you rush to stifle a whimper against your forearm.

“nah, i think i’ll keep you for myself,” she says, tugging you by your hair to hiss “you’re mine.”

your legs nearly collapse right on the spot.

“like that, huh? now be good for me baby. you can take it,” she says lowly by your ear, fisting your hair back even more to take in your disheveled state before shoving your head down nose to nose with the mic.

you grip onto the stand in attempt to ground yourself. fucking abby.

“for now you sh-should be okay withou-ooout a mask on hand t-though,” you stumble through your words, racing to finish the report. “our trusty barom-meter indicates stable conditions— so i g-guess that means the- mmph- the world isn’t gonna expl-plode today?”

you fall to your forearms, losing balance with the aggressiveness of abby’s thrusts, walls clinging to her fingers, as if not to let a second by without her magic touch. abby kicks a leg between your two, sliding one to the side to spread you further before her as she slips a third finger in easily. your lips parts in a silent scream, hand racing to stuff it’s knuckle in your mouth to bite down on.

nails digging into the table, and mind begging forgiveness from god for all the fucking sin you’re committing, you speed

through a shitty conclusion, “overall, it’s a g-great day to sweat. that’s all i’ve got for you to-today. stay safe, stay cool, and enjoy the sun! bye!”

you rip the cord out of the audio interface before you can get the entirety of your final word out, loud moans borderline pornographic from being held back for so long.

“aw, you didn’t enjoy having an audience?” abby teases, fingers speeding up to coax more of your sounds out.

“fuck you, abby,” you gasp out, collapsing face-against-the-desk in pleasure.

“it’s okay, honey, your drenched pussy answers my question— i mean, look at you dripping right down my fingers,” she rasps, pinching your clit meanly.

god, you wanted to shove her fucking face into your cunt. at least that would get her to shut up.

“abby, i’m gonna-!” you cry, knees threatening to buckle.

“show me, pretty girl. fucking come all over my hand,” she spreads your sticky folds with a spare finger, swiping at the edges to effectively stimulate every part of your core.

you buck your hips back with every thrust, desperate to finish as you scream abby’s name like it’s the only word you know.

“fuck,” abby curses under her breath, arm curling around your front to hold your crumbling body up, hands busy bringing you to heaven. she wanted to live in this moment.

“ah- god, abs!” you weep, forehead digging into cables as you shudder in ecstasy, cum dribbling out of your overworked pussy, coating abby’s hands in your mess.

“god, abs,” you repeat between gasps, slowly regaining your vision back as abby lifts you up to lean your sweating figure against her matching one.

“so much for escaping the heat, huh?”

~ man oh man i tried guys. hope this satiated your weather girl needs ;)

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[lovelyjj]

Honeymoon

jj maybank x reader

wc: 2.4k

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink

idea from @lyndys

Being newlyweds was the highlight of your whole life. Being with JJ was like magic. He understood you like no other. He treated you like you were a queen.

When you were teenagers your relationship was pretty serious. You were young and in love. Doing all the clichés. It was like god decided to be nice and gave you the perfect person for you. JJ was your person since you were teenagers.

The two of you went on your honeymoon to the Bahamas. You were staying at the Grand Hyatt Baha Mar. The hotel room was huge. There was a couch area and a big white lush bed. It was everything you could dream of and more.

There were even rose petals circulating the bathtub. You were in awe. It started to feel like paradise. But wherever you were as long as you were with JJ, it was paradise.

You were taking it all in when JJ slipped his arms around your waist from behind.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it,” JJ whispered.

“Yeah, and all ours,” you giggled.

“What do you want to do first?” JJ asked.

“Hmmm maybe take a nap, I’m jet lagged,” you yawned.

“Whatever my wife wants, she gets. Hot damn I love saying that.”

JJ flopped onto the big bed and you followed suit. You were both facing each other and you got under the covers. You were looking into JJ’s sparkling blue eyes and you were falling in love all over again.

His eyes were like the ocean, you could get lost swimming in them. They were simply breathtaking. JJ was beautiful and you always told him how stunning he is. You were lucky to have such a handsome husband.

“J your eyes, when you look at me, I feel like the most important person in the world,” you whispered.

“You are the most important person in the world,” JJ responded as he booped your nose.

“So are you,” you argued.

JJ smiled and then tucked you into his embrace. Your face rested against his neck and his chin was on top of your head.

Eventually the two of you went into dreamland, wrapped up in each other. It was nice to rest for a little bit after a long travel day.

When JJ woke up he was still groggy. He looked over and saw you peacefully sleeping and he was overwhelmed with love at the sight. Your silk tank top was loose and your breasts were spilling out of it.

JJ would be lying if he said he wasn’t turned on. You looked so beautiful and he wanted to make love to his wife. Even though you previously agreed to being fucked while asleep, JJ wanted you awake.

JJ hovered over the top of you and leaned down to attach his lips to yours. The kiss was soft and gentle. It was a wake up kiss. JJ’s hands were on ether side of your head. He dipped down and locked your lips together.

“Mmmmh,” you moaned with your eyes still closed.

“Hi baby, rise and shine,” JJ greeted.

“Hi J,” you spoke quietly.

“Did you sleep well?” JJ asked.

“I always sleep good when I’m with you,” you responded.

JJ rutted his hip’s between your legs signaling that he was horny. This caused butterflies to erupt in your stomach. Your heart was palpitating.

“It’s time to christen this hotel room, starting with the bed,” JJ smirked.

“Oh yeah?” you grinned.

“Yeah,” JJ rutted his hips against your core, causing you to let out an involuntary moan.

“Let’s get this off,” JJ tugged at your tank top.

JJ lifted the fabric over your head and tossed it to the floor. JJ’s gaze was hungry as he scanned your bare chest. JJ attached his mouth to your nipple and sucked. His other hand massaged the left boob.

JJ swirled his tongue around the bud and left kisses all around it.

“Missed my girls,” JJ said as he squeezed them both.

Then JJ continued to put the other boob in his mouth. His teeth grazed your nipple and you shuddered. Your hands were carding through JJ’s golden locks.

“You’re so perfect, my beautiful baby,” JJ hummed.

JJ kissed down your stomach til he was just above the band of your pajama shorts. You started to get shy with JJ fully clothed. You tugged on his shirt and he quickly discarded it.

You ran your hands down his sculpted torso. It was almost enough to make you moan, almost. JJ asked if he can take off your shorts which you agreed.

He actually took your panties off with your shorts. JJ thought about eating you out but he didn’t think he could take not being inside you any longer. His dick was painfully hard. It was easy to get hard when he was around you.

“Please J, need you now,” you begged.

“Need me baby? Need my cock?”

“Please.”

JJ was quick to remove his pajamas and pull down his underwear. His cock sprung free hard and red. You were anticipating him going inside you. You couldn’t think of a better feeling than being full. By JJ.

JJ lined himself up at your entrance. The tip of his cock was rubbing through your folds. When he figured he teased you enough he slid into you inch by inch.

Ever so slowly JJ slid into you engulfing him in warmth.

“So wet for me,” JJ moaned.

“Mhmm,” you moaned out as he sunk into you.

JJ began to kiss you on the lips to let himself settle into you. You kissed him back with fervor and passion. Then JJ moved to your jaw and then your neck. He sucked deep purple marks on the skin of your neck.

He slowly started to pull out and slam back in keeping a bruising pace. You cried out as he rammed into you.

“Jayj,” you whined.

“I know baby I know,” he cooed.

JJ kept thrusting into you and you kept whining at the stretch. He was hitting your spot so deep inside you, you were seeing stars. JJ kept looking down to see the place you were connected.

JJ also couldn’t help but admire your beauty. Your hair was splayed over the pillow and your face was contorted in pleasure. He took pride in the fact he was the only one that could make you feel that way.

“My beautiful wife, want me to fill you up?”

Your head was hazy. All you could muster was a “Mhmm.”

“Gonna breed you pretty baby!”

JJ reached down and rubbed circles on your clit and you knew you were done for. JJ could tell you were close with the way you were clenching around him.

“Gonna spill my cum into you and make a baby. You’d like that wouldn’t you, gonna make you a mommy.”

JJ’s trusts started to become sloppy.

“You’re squeezing me so tight, I’m not gonna last much longer,” JJ panted.

“I’m gonna get you pregnant, have you swollen with my child.” JJ rasped.

“Jayj Im close,” you cried his words making you flushed and even more turned on.

“I know I can tell let go for me,” JJ instructed.

With one last particularly deep trust your orgasm washed over as you felt euphoric. Your whole body felt tingly and your skin felt hot. Your heart was racing.

“There you go mama,” JJ praised.

JJ then spilled his cum deep inside you in hot white ropes. He fucked you through your orgasm and you milked him clean.

JJ collapsed next to you and pulled you close to him. The two of you laid there catching your breaths. There was a sheen of sweat decorating yours and JJ’s skin.

“I love you so much,” JJ announced.

“I love you too,” you responded.

“Do you want to take a bath?” JJ added.

“Yes please.”

The hotel bathroom was huge. It was all white and lush. There was a big bathtub lined up by the window. You had brought your own bath bombs and salts with you from home.

JJ got the bath all ready for you. He even put some flower petals in it. The water was getting hot and it was time to get in.

“Thank you J,” you spoke quietly.

JJ helped you step into the large tub. He got in shortly after. The water was relaxing and it felt good on your muscles. JJ started rubbing your shoulders because he knew that’s where you carried your stress.

Being on your honeymoon you weren’t that stressed. You were having the time of your life with the love of you life. You were the most relaxed you’ve been in a while.

When JJ was done with your massage he started to draw hearts on your back with soap. You hummed enjoying the intimacy of the bath. The two of you washed your bodies and hair, taking your time to dote on one another.

When the water in the bath was turning cold you decided to get out. There were some nice fluffy robes from the hotel that you put on. It made you all warm and toasty.

The two of you sat in your robes and ordered room service, and did nothing but relax together.

——————-

The next day you guys went to the beach. It was breathtaking. The water was clear and a nice turquoise color. The sun was shining brightly and it was a good day to be on the sand.

JJ was drinking a beer curtesy of the beachside bar. You looked so hot in your bikini JJ had to control himself not to take you right then and there.

“Will you help me put on sunscreen?” You asked JJ.

“Sure baby.”

JJ squirted the lotion on his hand and rubbed it on your back. He smothered your arms and then he moved to your chest. JJ was mesmerized as he coated your boobs in sunscreen.

“JJ.”

“Sorry,” he breathed as he continued to rub it in.

He got your stomach and your legs even though you were perfectly capable of doing it. After he had put your sunscreen on, you laid back down on your lounge chair.

The two of you sat talking and soaking up the sun. JJ was drinking and you had your water.

The thing about JJ is he gets really clingy when he’s drunk, or even just drinking actually.

“Come here babe come sit on my lap,” JJ beckoned.

You did so happily. You sat on his lap facing him and took his hat off. You put the hat on your head instead. JJ kissed your lips in a hungry way. You let out a shriek but then melted into it.

JJ’s hands were roaming your body, holding your hips, resting on your thigh, holding your ankle. He even wrapped his arms around you and rested them on the small of your back.

“You’re so hot babe,” JJ complimented.

“You’re looking pretty sexy yourself,” you replied.

JJ was shirtless trying to tan. His golden skin was shiny. He looked perfect. His lips were nice and a deep shade of pink. His eyes were sparkling. His hair was fluffy. He looked so desirable.

JJ stood up holding the back our your legs while you clung to him. He made his way to the ocean. He entered the water as you squealed. He then dropped you into the water. Then he went underwater himself.

“It’s cold!” you shrieked.

“I know but doesn’t it feel good,” JJ calmly said.

After swimming in the ocean the two of you decided to go back to your hotel room. Once you got back you chose to take a shower to rinse off all the sad. And of course JJ insisted you shower together.

The shower was wide. It only took a few seconds for both of you to strip down out of your swimwear. JJ turned the water on hot, warming you up.

JJ’s lips were on yours in an instant. The kiss was frantic and fiery. It made you giddy and excited. You could taste the beer on his tongue. Your lips were crushing together. Your stomach was tingling.

JJ trailed kissed down your neck and collarbones. He sucked purple marks on your skin. He then bit at your shoulder and soothed the bite with his tongue.

“Want me to fuck you against this shower wall?” JJ asked.

“Yes,” you whimpered.

“Ok mama, m’gonna give it to you good,” JJ rasped.

JJ swiped his fingers through your folds and collected your wetness. He then put the fingers in his mouth sucking off the juices.

You wrapped your legs around JJ’s torso, leaning on the shower wall. JJ lined himself up at your entrance and slowly pushed himself in. You let out a moan at the stretch. JJ let out a sigh in contentment.

“Move please,” you begged.

JJ didn’t need to be told twice. He started trusting into you while you clang to him. He pulled almost all the way out just to slam back in. Your heart rate was speeding up.

JJ was on cloud 9. He was reveling in the fact he was having sex with his wife. He was feeling an insane amount of pleasure and he didn’t want it to stop.

“I’m addicted to this pussy it’s like it was made for me,” JJ panted.

“Mhmm,” you mewled.

As the water poured down on you, you clung to JJ as he kept up with his thrusts. JJ moved one hand that was holding you up and started rubbing your clit. You were getting close and JJ could tell.

“Hold on for me,” JJ breathed.

You didn’t know how long you could hold on but you were gonna try your best. JJ’s thrust were starting to get messy. You could feel his dick twitching.

“Alright let go for me baby,” JJ instructed.

With a load moan you came around JJ’s cock.

Shortly after JJ spilled his load inside of you filling you up.

When the two of you caught your breath you actually took a shower. JJ helped wash your hair and your body. You helped him wash his hair and body. Both of you enjoying the intimacy.

When you were done in the show both of you put the hotel robes on. The rest of the honeymoon was filled with sex, love, relaxing, and being with each other and enjoying being husband and wife. The trip was a trip of a lifetime. You were extremely lucky to have a partner as amazing as JJ.

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[fleur-bbyy]

I WANNA FUCK YOU LIKE AN ANIMAL

rating: 18+, minors DNI. ageless blogs are blocked.

warnings: sex sex sex, porn!au, no quirks, fake stepcest, fake stuckage, afab reader, reader is described to have a big ass, sex work, only fans mentions, breeding kink, pet names, use of oniichan, daddy kink, lots of porn barely any plot, all characters are aged up to 21+

katsuki is an ass man and no one can convince me otherwise.

part two.

“hey! what’re you doing step-bro?”

you were trying your best to play up the horrible script you were given. especially since you were hungry and had been on this set for five fucking hours already and you’re just now getting to the fucking. after what felt like an eternity of makeup, wardrobe, and pictures taken for the cover you were just ready to put your tits back in your tiny tank top and stop with this corny-ass scenario. stepcest stuckage.

of fucking course.

you were coming up on a year in the porn industry after being scouted from amateur sites and quickly shooting up in popularity as a pro. you were one of the many amateurs who had become pro in the last year and shot up fast in rankings, being dubbed a member of the “golden eight.” you had shot multiple times with six of the other seven, even becoming good friends with most of them and doing side stuff on your onlyfans with the burly red-head that people seem to adore seeing you with. occasionally filming some with the pinkette girl, too.

this was your first time shooting with the last out of the other seven, katsuki bakugo. famously called ‘dynamight’ because of his explosive personality and his ability to give equally as explosive orgasms to men and women both.

“cut! luxe, arch your back more baby. really need’ta see that ass pop.” your director shouted as your coordinator came to position you in a way that pleased him. luxe was your stage name when you were still amateur, and it just always stuck around. nobody in your agency wanted to change your name as luxe was synonymous with the girl that had a ‘fat, peachy ass’ and could ‘squirt buckets.’ you rolled your eyes at the camera that was positioned in the front loading dryer you were “stuck” in. they insisted it’d be best to catch your reactions close up.

“dynamight! you still good back there?” the director shouted once again as the coordinator finished up her work.

“yeah, just hard as a fuckin’ rock and ready to get the fuck on with it.”

“wouldn’t expect any less from you!” you were graciously warned about the blonde’s brash personality, even going as far to meet up with him a time or two before the shoot just so you’d be aware. and boy, were they right. always shouting obscenities and such vulgarity that is made seasoned pornstars blush, but you both seemed to get along due to your shared hatred of corny, half-scripted shoots and directors who think they have the next big video. dynamight was known for being a rough dom. always keen to leaving bruises with how hard he’ll grip the hips of whoever he’s getting down with and extremely fond of hickies. unfortunately for the two of you, he wasn’t allowed to mark you up this time.

you huffed loudly as your director kept going on and on about how great this was gonna be and how amazing it is to have two of the top stars in his video.

“yeah, yeah, fantastic. now can we get on with it? his viagra’s gonna wear off before he gets any action and my pussy will dry up so fast the sahara will be envious.” you half-yelled so you were able to heard from the your confines in the dryer. you heard the blonde behind you laugh, lightly brushing one of his rough hands against the exposed skin on your ass, sending a shiver down your spine and into your aching core.

the camera-man finally started filming and you saw the red light of your camera that was catching your face light up as the director gave the thumbs up. you once again repeated your corny-ass mandatory lines and you finally felt his fingers push your soaked panties to the side. you relaxed a bit, knowing that everything from here was basically free reign for the two of you. only a few more required lines from him.

“look how wet you fuckin’ get from your oniisan. only dirty fuckin’ sluts act like this.” he slapped your under-stimulated clit and gently moved his fingers up and down your soaked cunt. you moaned loudly. genuinely mewls and whines escaped your lips as he kneaded the fat of your famous ass. you couldn’t tell if you were just so needy or if your colleague behind you was just that fucking good.

it didn’t help that he was pretty fucking attractive, either. you were practically swimming in your juices the first time you met. ready to drop your pants and give it to him like you were on the casting couch.

you felt his cockhead circling your tight entrance as you whined for him. big, genuine whines. you had never been so eager to be fucked on camera, something about him enamored you. you felt the smallest little bit of his fat tip slip in your folds, but he stopped there.

“say it.”

“w-what?”

“say it. tell me you’re my little whore. oniichan’s personal slut. just using you to keep my dick wet.” he gripped your hips with his strong hands to keep you from throwing your hips back onto him, not like katsuki would mind. he thinks you’re pretty and sexy and has been waiting so long to sink his dick into your pretty folds. he’s fucked his right fist so many nights to your videos on your onlyfans, loving that you weren’t staged to do anything. that it was just you.

he’s also admitted multiple times on his social media that he is definitely an ass man and practically creamed his pants when he got the call that you were shooting together.

“fuck yes! i’m your whore, oniichan! please please please fuck me!” and with that he roughly slapped your ass and unceremoniously slammed his length into your cunt, resulting in a loud moan from you that could probably be heard from the main audio system. he let a rough growl escape from his throat and smirked when your pussy tightened around him. your walls were so warm and inviting, like his cock was made for you.

“fuck yes, baby. look at you taking your brother so, so good hah slutty pussy suckin’ me right in fuck. you wanted this didn’t you?” his movements were quick, rough, and calculated. the man inside you had turned animalistic as soon as his heavy, aching cock got a kiss of your sweet insides. almost immediately finding that spongy spot inside you that made you feel like you could let go already. he bullied his fat cock into your tight hole like he owned it. like you were his personal fucktoy.

“ohmygod yes… fuck please please please.” you babbled, not having to do much work to play your reactions up for your camera. he genuinely just felt so good, so perfect inside your warm cunt. it’d only been a few moments and you were already drunk off the way he slid in an out of you, fucking you like you’ve never been fucked before.

sweat was already slicking up katsuki’s body and sparse blonde hairs stuck to his now-shiny forehead. the sight of his thick cock disappearing inside the co-worker of his dream’s pussy had him feeling like he could bust his nut already. his ruby red eyes bore into you, watching the way your ass jiggled every time his pelvis met the area where you butt and thighs met. he wished he could see your little fucked-out face. he so desperately wanted to watch as your pretty mouth let out those whiny and desperate moans, just for him.

just for him.

he usually didn’t, but he was definitely watching this video once it’s out, so desperately wanting to know what your sweet face looked like as he fucked you like a feral man.

“atta girl, little minx aren’cha? i bet you got stuck here on purpose just so you could get your step-brother to fuck you senseless.” he fucked into your dripping pussy harder after the director gave the green light, he too looked like he could bust in his jeans just from the sight of two attractive people fucking before him. it filled katsuki’s already full ego even more.

“god yes daddy wanted you s’fuckin’ bad!” daddy. the five letter word replayed in his head over and over again. it filled him with such an animalistic possession to know that you did do some research of your own, how else would you have known he goes crazy over that little name?

“oh fuck, callin’ me daddy now, eh? you filthy fuckin’ girl- oh shit!” he had to throw his head back from the pleasure as you threw your ass back against him, fucking yourself on his cock. your mewls growing louder as you split yourself open on him and he felt your already-tight walls begin to clamp down harder, squeezing his dick just right. he used the hand that wasn’t pushing your thong to the side to reach around and rub circles on your swollen, neglected clit.

“please daddy… i need to cum fuck i need to cum!” you loudly moaned, almost at a pitch similar to screaming. katsuki’s shit-eating smirk only grew louder. the two of you were so engrossed in each other that you both didn’t notice the director yelling cut and the clapperboard being used to signal the end of a take. you didn’t even realize that you had strayed away from your directions.

“c’mon babygirl… cum on this cock fuck! wan’ you to make a mess of your oniichan. keep fuckin’ yourself back on me like that and daddy’ll paint your insides white ngh shit.” the mix of his thick dick, skilled fingers, and word choice making the fire burning in your belly to engulf your body in heat. clear liquid gushing from your pussy and warming katsuki’s pelvis and legs. he looked down just as the last bit of liquid shot out from your spent sex.

“oh god baby, YES,” he groaned deeply and continued thrusting into you, chasing his own release. he used your body ruthlessly, like an animal in desperate heat, “fuck baby… ‘m cummin’ ‘m cummin’ please god let me cum inside please please.”

you’d never heard the rough dom whimper before, but the sound was music to your still-ringing ears. you let out a “yes yes yes” to let him know it was okay to cum inside. with a few more sloppy, rough thrusts, he was spurting his white hot seed inside your perfect pussy. you were both out of breath, sweaty, and fucked out. he still wasn’t fucked out enough and managed to give your ass a few light slaps, still enamored with how it shook and jiggled. you collapsed inside the machine, legs drooping and letting your ass fall once he pulled out. you were trembling and so exhausted you could probably fall asleep inside this uncomfortable-ass dryer. ready to dream about the best dicking you’ve ever had in your goddamn life.

after you both got cleaned up and half-chewed out by the director for going off script and ‘ruining his shoot,’ it was time to finally relax and go home. your bathtub practically screaming your name from home. before that, though, you met katsuki in the stars only lounge.

he wore a muscle tank that showed off his beautiful body that he’d spent years sculpting in the gym and a pair of classic grey sweats that showed off the imprint of his half-chub, you assumed the viagra still hadn’t completely wore off.

“can you believe the fucker had the audacity to say we ruined his shitty video? if anything we made that half-assed shit better.” you could tell he was prideful of his work due to the emphasis he put on his words. you lightly laughed, watching him scroll on his phone to catch up with the world since you both weren’t allowed it for a few hours. you saw his strong hands tracing lazy circles on his thigh.

“we should’ve wrote that script, shown them how it’s really done. we’re the ones that know how to trend on the hub, anyways.” it was his turn to let out a laugh this time. you sat down next to him on the black couch, still eyeing his cock and fingers that you already wanted back inside you. your gawking not going unnoticed by the blonde.

“see somethin’ you like?” he looked at you through his eyelashes and smirked.

“hell yeah,” your eyes traced his body, admiring every curve and detail, “i think it’s quite unfair that you got to see this hot bod and all i got to see was the inside of a dryer.” he gave you an amused look and gestured down to his semi-hard cock.

“whaddya say about round two in my trailer?”

the company ended up using the video the two of you supposedly “ruined,” it was trending in the top ten for a month straight due to its ‘raw intensity’ and ‘believable passion.’

you and katsuki were now in high demand to work with each other, jobs that you never denied. :)

part two.

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[loveshotzz]

I hope I’m not late for request this🥹:

[inside one muses’s office] with AIRWIY!Steve? And reader give him his first blowjob?🥹

So this one got a little out of hand, but 🥺 I love him and he deserves the best head in the world if you ask me. Thank you for your request! 💕 I hope you like it!

older!steve x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ age gap, new established relationship, oral (m receiving), dirty talk, smidge of size kink, smidge of daddy kink, finger sucking, swallowing.

wc: 2.8k

A/N: This request is apart of my completed series All I Really Want Is You, but can be read as a stand alone. For those that read the series this takes place shortly after chapter ten.

It was supposed to be a nice lunch in his office on your day off. You weren’t supposed to be giving him elevator eyes from the other side of his desk while he complained to you about his day. But no one had warned you about what middle of the work day Steve looked like. Not quite as dishievied as the end of it when he’s checking his mail, but not put together like when you see him leave his house through your bedroom window when the sun is barely touching the sky. More importantly, you didn’t know about the glasses.

The thin silver frames sit perched on the end of his nose with hair that looks like he just started running his hands through it. The slicked back style it began the day in still sticks to some of his auburn locks while the rest develop a crazed mind of their own. He had popped open the top two buttons of his crisp white dress shirt, revealing a matching tank top underneath and the beginnings of the soft dark thatch of hair that covers his chest. His sleeves are rolled up to the middle of his forearms, and the tan he still has left over from the last few days of summer makes his skin look bronzed. The scruff that lines his jaw is thicker today than he’d usually allow too, but that’s because he’d forgotten his razor in your bathroom the last night he slept over. 

God, he was handsome. 

“Wrapping up at the end of a season, especially one where we didn’t make it to the finals has been nightmare, honey.” He rubs his eyes from under his glasses leaning back in his seat. 

He was stressed too.

The leather squeaks with his movements, and your gaze finds its way to his newly revealed waist. His black dress slacks are pulled tight over his thighs, and the silver buckle of his belt gleams when it hits the sun spilling in from his office windows. 

“Just one more week till your vacation,” you remind him gently, your fingers playing with the hem of the sundress and you catch the way his eyes track your movements, wetting his lips.

“One more week till I get to have you all for myself.” He counters, making you giddy at the thought of your first trip together to New York, “enough about my day though. Let me get a better look at this pretty dress you’re wearin’, is it new?” 

There’s heat flickering behind his gaze when he gestures for you to stand in front of him, something a little mischievous in his grin that makes your skin buzz.

“Yeah, I got it at Lost Girls after work the other day. I’d been looking at it for a while through the window, thought I’d do something nice for myself.” Your nerves make you ramble as you get up, but Steve thinks it’s cute. He thinks everything you do is cute.

“It’s really, really nice baby,” he praises when you get in front of him letting his eyes roam all the ways it hugs your curves just right, like it was made custom for your body and his slacks get a little tighter. “You look so beautiful, give me a little twirl.”

Your face burns like it’s the middle of June at his request, and the golden emerald of his eyes get darker from behind his lenses. The air around you both turns electric when your already short hem flutters out around the tops of your thighs, spinning around twice for him, just enough to give a glimpse of the red lace that hugs your ass cheeks underneath. 

“You gonna be wearing this tonight when I pick you up for dinner?” He asks with big hands reaching out for you, begging you to get closer.

“I didn’t know we had plans tonight.” You giggle letting your wedges carry you to the space he made for you between his legs. The cedar and spice of his cologne envelopes your senses when you get close enough for his hands to find the back of your thighs pulling you to him with a squeal.

The whites of his teeth show when he looks up at you with a smile that steals your breath away, squeezing at the soft dough under his palms.

“What kinda boyfriend would I be if I didn’t show you off any chance I got?” The pads of his thumbs swipe against the hem of the lace that meets at the curve of your ass, butterflies in your stomach because you’ll never get used to hearing him say that.

“Yeah, I’ll wear it, handsome.” You agree, making him hum in approval. 

He lets you run your fingers through the soft silk of his hair, silver strands showing themselves to you in a mess of dirty blonde and auburn as you scratch along his scalp. Steve groans at the feeling and it goes straight to your core, his long fingers tightening around the plush of your thighs, leaning his forehead against the soft pudge of your tummy with his eyes closed.

“Fuck,” He mumbles against you, the wheels on his chair roll him closer as his hands grip higher, warm palms finding the dough of your buttcheeks when you scratch at the nape of his neck. 

You watch the way his shoulders slump, the muscles in his body finally starting to unwind from your touch. You want to unwind him more.

“Steve?” His name comes out in just above a whisper, your nerves threatening to get the best of you. 

“Hmm?” He hums in response, too lost in the feeling of your nails dragging over his scalp.

“Let me take care of you.” Tucking your bottom lip between your teeth, you tug a little at his roots asking him to meet your gaze. 

“Honey,” It doesn’t sound like a protest, and it doesn’t feel like it either when his nails dig half crescent moons into the backs of your thighs, staring up at you with wide eyes.

You remember the empty hallways on your way up. Everyone was gone for the season, including Richard.

“You’ve been working so hard, you deserve it.” You cup the side of his face, your body buzzing when he leans into your touch. “Will you let me?”

“I - “ Wetting his lips, Steve glances at the door before bringing his attention back to you, “yeah, okay, shit, yeah.”

You hold his heavy lidded gaze with a confidence he’s never seen before as you drop to your knees, the nails that were just in his hair dragging along his thighs and it sends him reeling. He doesn’t know how long you’ve thought about this.

The carpet is rough on your freshly lotioned skin, the bottom hem of your dress pulling up over the tops of your thighs. Leaning back in his chair, the new angle gives him the perfect view down the deep heart shaped neckline of your dress. The necklace he got you on your first date shimmers just above the swell of your breasts and it makes his cock press into the metal of his zipper. He wishes he could take a picture of you right now.

“You want this baby?” His voice comes out gruff when he asks, the gold inside his eyes darkening to something almost black as he runs a hand through his hair.

“You have no idea, just how bad I want it … daddy.” Looking up at him through thick lashes, you punch the air out of his lungs in a low exhale through his nose when you don’t hesitate to start working at the silver of his belt buckle.

“Fuck, you can’t say - ” He huffs out exasperated, contemplating taking a half day so he can spend the rest of it in bed with you. 

Leather squeaks underneath him when he lifts his hips to help you tug his pants down. The hard outline of him strains against his briefs, mouth watering when you notice the darkened spot where he’s already leaking into the black cotton. More confident now, your palms find purchase on the tops of his hairy thighs, leaning forward you let heat of your breath make him twitch, earning a low groan when your lips trail like a ghost behind it.

“Can’t say what?” Your tone drips innocence, your bottom lip tugging down against the covered head of his cock before lifting your gaze with a mischievous smirk, relishing in the sharp inhale he takes through his teeth. 

“I think you’re gonna kill me.” He almost laughs, running a hand over his face. Pushing up his glasses in the process he settles his heavy gaze on you with a lazy grin as they slide down the slope of his nose.

You hum, glossed lips twisting at the corners as you hook your fingers in the elastic of his briefs, giving them a gentle pull to signal what you want. Steve gives it to you without any hesitation, the full weight of his cock slapping against his stomach making your thighs press at the thought of being stretched by it. The pink tip swipes against the hem of his button up that sits rucked up at his belly button and you don’t think you’ll ever be immune to just how big and pretty he is.

“That wouldn’t be very nice of me huh?” you tease looking up at him with a pout.

“Nuh-uh” He mumbles, face crumpling a little watching your fingers try to wrap around the base of him, the tips of them just barely meeting on the other side. The grip he has on the armrest of his chair, stretches his skin so tight the whites of his knuckles start to show.

“And, I wanna be nice,” he feels like velvet in your hand, the pad of your thumb tracing the large vein that runs up the side, before swiping over his sensitive head. You collect what he’s already given to you with enough pressure to make his toes curl inside his wingtip dress shoes.  

Leaning forward, you slowly let your tongue run the length of him, feeling the way he twitches against the muscle before paying extra attention to what’s weeping for you, swirling your tongue around the tip. Salty and little sweet from the way he drinks his coffee in the morning, you hum pleased when he hits your taste buds. 

“God, honey.”

You don’t give him any warning when you wrap your lips around him, a greedy tongue flattening along the underside. Gagging when he hits the back of your throat, you still try to open up just a little more, your hand keeping up with what you can’t reach.

“Jesus Christ,” Steve’s jaw goes slack, eyelids growing too heavy to keep open at the heat of your mouth enveloping him. His head pushes further into his chair while he fights to keep his hands from flying to the back of yours.

Scooting closer, you feel him spread his legs even more, and your hand that’s not wrapped around the base of his cock, slides down his thigh. The blunt ends of your nails dragging through the rough curls that cover it.

“That’s - that’s so - shit, you’re making me feel so fucking good.” He grunts, finally working up enough strength to pry his eyes open to get a look at what he’s dreamed of a million times alone in the shower. “Always so good to me baby.”

You moan at his words, the praise drowning out the dull throb in your knees from the hard floor, and your throat opens up just a little more, the tip of your nose a ghost against his thick happy trail.

“You like that?” The tone he uses is deep, like someone laced the honey it’s always had for you with cinnamon. “You like when I tell you how good you are?”

Hollowing out your cheeks, you suck even harder, the wetness between your legs only getting worse when he lets out a strangled groan. You slowly work up the length of his cock with tight lips, before releasing him with a loud ‘pop’. For a second Steve thinks he might add more to the shining mess that covers your face, spit still connecting your chin to his sensitive head. 

You drag your teeth over your swollen bottom lip, his dark eyes tracking the movement when it pops back into place, twitching in your hand that hasn’t stopped pumping him. He thinks he likes this better than your gloss. You nod in response with a smile and he can’t believe is a little shy. 

Leaning forward, he wipes your chin with his thumb before tracing where your teeth just were with the pad of it. His eyes darken even more when your mouth opens, strawberry lips wrapping around him with no hesitation.

Yeah, you’re going to kill him. 

“Fuck, look at you,” He pushes down on your tongue, watching the way your thighs press under your dress sucking on the digit with the same force. “I’m so lucky.”

You moan around him, the motions of your wrist getting faster, and the urge to taste him becomes unbearable. With a gentle scrap of your teeth you let go of his thumb, pushing up on your knees to beg for a kiss. The wheels of his chair clink against the hinges when he eagerly accepts your request, one of his hands finding the back of your neck pulling you closer to lick into your mouth without a second thought. 

Your teeth scrape together, tongues battling for dominance while the stubble that lines his jaw threatens to rub your skin raw, but you don’t care. The inside of your thighs start to get sticky and the large vein that runs up the side of his cock pulses against your palm with the need for your attention. It’s the only thing that can get you to pull away from his lips that won’t stop devouring yours.  

It’s with new determination that you take him back into the heat of his mouth, doing your best to take him deeper down your throat than before. He moans your name loud enough that you’re sure anyone in this part of the building would hear if they were actually in their offices. He lets a big hand find the back of your head this time, while both of yours find the tops of his thighs. 

Your cheeks hollow again while your tongue wraps around as much as you can get, more spit, more slick to bob in rhythm with the thrusts of his hips. The tip of him catches at the back of your throat, and the way it squeezes his head when your reflex hits makes his toes curl, fingers burying themselves in your hair to keep you there.

“Oh, that’s - that’s it- take the whole thing. Shit. You’re gonna make me cum baby. Just like that, don’t stop, don’t stop. Good girl, good girl.” 

Each snap of his hips gets as desperate as his babbling, like he’s completely forgotten he’s still at work. One of your hands leaves his thigh to cup his balls that have been screaming for attention since the moment you walked into his office in that dress. Rolling them in your palm is the final touch that makes his vision go white behind his eyes, body tensing and face going slack just like his jaw. 

“Baby, baby, baby.”

Twitching, he spills hot down the back of your throat and you try to swallow as much of it as you can before it dribbles down your chin, dripping onto your chest. His full weight falls back onto his chair, the wheels it’s on moving just enough to have him slide half soft from the warm velvet of your mouth. He tasted even better than you’d imagined, promising yourself you were going to do this again to him after dinner. 

Chest heaving, a breathy laugh escapes him, and the hand that was buried in your hair runs through his before his eyes open up back to their normal golden brown. His cheeks flush pink when he gets a look at the mess he made of you, and it only deepens when you collect the spend that found its way to the swell of your breasts with the pads of your fingers before sucking them clean.

“I think I’m gonna take a half day.”

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[astralnymphh]

ellie nude hcs yes please. don’t forget to mention them abs and muscles 😩

ellie nude hcs

⋆' aestras footnotes x.

⋆' a/n; decided to write them. right then and there. lmk your ideas below!! enjoy!! MDNI.

masterlist

⋆' ellie, who sleeps half-nude, always ravages her hoodies in the process of taking them off. gets that excited to feel your skin through and through, big spooning you in bed with her perky nipples grazing the grooves of your back. I think most of the time, her boxers will remain untouched when you're just sleeping. but, feeling horny? now they're chucked to some lifeless corner of the room, and the sticky plush of her pussy is dragging against your butt, one leg hooked over your thighs. humping like a dog, as usual. "hahh– fuck, couldn't wait– mmh, can'i touch you?"

⋆' with her toned abdomen, built from the patrol routes that had her climbing, hauling and lifting, she's fucking eye candy. indirectly flaunting her beautiful abs when you straddle her. you always feel the creases and grooves of her robust muscles contracting and tightening whenever you're feeling her up, gulping firmly and staring you down with those emerald eyes. always has to fondle you back, hands reaching instinctively to your hips, giggling into a kiss.

⋆' a girl who loves having her scars caressed by the pad of your thumbs. kiss them, and she's holding you close, pleating her boxers down to her ankles while keeping steady contact, hot breath choppy in her invigorated state. in particular, the scar on her thigh. brush your lips over it, and she'll nearly start riding your face right away.

⋆' the freckles most viable of seeing them that dot her face, trickle down and strike her skin like a cinnamon constellation. shoulders are the next most freckled area of her body. that's why you love kissing her there, she's gone so sensitive for those nibbles, whimpering little "mmhs–" and "babe, fuck–" when you latch there. her pussy is angrily throbbing at that point.

⋆' happy trail. that's it. never shaves it. perfectly horizontal and framed by a beautifully mild v-line down her hips. thank aphrodite this girl wears low rise to show that auburn trail off.

⋆' speaking of hair, yeah, she's unshaved. pretty little bush under those jeans. spokes out on the top leading to her happy trail. a duller auburn, maybe? she doesn't care enough to get rid of it, it's just hair. just bobby pin it to the back if you got work to do!! (blatant referencing) short length pussy prbly. thats so random but that's what my foresight tells me 🥱 who would even go into details like that? outie.

⋆' has the nicest back to ever grace your eyes. toned to just the right amount, celestial looking in golden light, finely broad shoulders, and always needs a massage. predictably tense. more the type to sit criss-cross with you behind, molding your fingertips into the ductile muscles of her neck, laxing her head back with an "ohhhh, fuck." enlongated groan and husky toned as ever as the tension releases with every grip. don't forget the coral red scratches you marked, scraping up her shoulder blades when she hits that g–spot like lightwork.

⋆' i think she opts out of wearing a bra a lot. so, with that idea grounded, perky nipples. sososooo sensitive. which is bad, cause she hates wearing bras, so any loose clothing has to be worn with a tank underneath. won't admit it, but loves when you suckle on the light pink buds. can't you just imagine, scissoring, you on top, ticklish mouth latched to her nipple, digging your hips into hers, and she's all mouth gaping, limbs twitching at every tongue flick, nearly tearing up when you tug it, blowing pushy air through puffed rosy cheeks, callighraphizing her nails indent into your scalp, pussy getting glossy as hell and pounding her hips back up in quick paced rolls, the delicious tightening of her clit numbing up every cell in her body. the next morning, her chest and legs would ache, reminiscence of last nights actions notched in her bones. also her tits would be so pretty. small, but cute. nipples hardening and poking through the fabric when you touch her. ♡

⋆' as much as ellie loves your ass, getting hers nudged and groped when she's pounding her hips into in missionary stuns her reason more than it should, skin pounding harder together, clenching up at your touch, eyelids faltering shut and mouth clumsily flobbing over curses and praises. "fufufufuhckk, purr–fect puss– mhh, s'good baby I can– shit– uhhuh, hold.. on–!" i wanna eat her ass btw. dc if looks small or flat. have you seen the curve of her back during the nighttime farm scene? argue with the clicker idk.

⋆' knees are probably roughed up from how much she's on top, chafing on the cotton fabric, abrasions and discoloration. doesn't help when she's kneeling for you either though 🤣.

⋆' calloused hands. of course. a touch so soft can feel a bit tough and bumpy, but, they probably feel soo good on your clit. added texture when she palms you with three fingers in deep. and the way her taut fingers peel your legs open, gripping the callouses deep into the plush fat of your thigh, letting go and flattening her palm on the inside of them to keep you open. so hot. probably can't even feel them when she slaps your ass though.

⋆' her tattoo.. bro.. gets so aroused watching her tatted arm flex and twine when she fingers you. she's hovering above you, bicep tucked close to her chest, extending towards your cunt and dipping three fingers in those slobbed folds and thumbing your clit. she drones little whimpers and splits her lips only to mock your variably louder moans, "'oohh, ellie', yeah? that' good? who's fingers in you right now? mhm– ellie's fuckin' fingers."

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[singmyaubade]

hi!! i was wondering if you could write a smutty story about sub!james? literally anything, pls🙏🏻

warning: mentions of smut and cursing

sub!james x female!reader

a/n: i did not proofread, i'm sorry if this was not what you were expecting LOL.

james never had any performance issues in his life.

he always managed to be a stallion in bed, giving nothing less and everything more. being a 'sex god,' in his own words, was one of the things he always took pride in.

it was his wings, the only thing that could cheer him up when all else failed.

if quidditch was his first passion, snogging girls was a definite second.

so when ruby weathers, a girl with the best bum in james's year, gives him a chance to sleep with her.

he has no choice but to.

james was ecstatic, practically jumping off of the walls. this was his moment, his opportunity once again to prove himself. there wasn't a single nerve in his body; he never underestimated his more large and not-so-average buddy down there.

before he knew it, he was in his perfect bedroom with weathers, relishing her getting on her knees to suck his cock.

and then, everything came to a halt.

after twenty minutes of her doing that, his buddy refused to get up. he felt the arousal, but his mind and cock were in different places.

after she complained about her jaw locking for the twenty-second time, he decided to get straight to the point. but even when he fucked her, he couldn't get hard.

eventually, ruby just told him awkwardly that it was okay and things clearly weren't working despite him asking her to try a few things. they didn't even exchange last words before she left.

and when she did, he was embarrassed, frustrated, in fact.

he didn't think weathers was the type to tell people's sex business or even gossip for that face.

he knew he was wrong when sirius came urgently yelling, "prongs, your dick is broken?!"

and that was, for sure, the icing on the cake.

he tried everything that didn't involve taking a particular little pill to perform.

he tried spells, teas, and even a massage, but nothing worked. he even thought he was attracted to other things, but it was no point.

eventually, his friends were all sensing his depression. he couldn't even play quidditch properly.

marlene, who felt no sympathy at all, even tried to cheer up james, but it was a loss. he completely lost himself through the entire thing, and yes, it might have been stupid for some people, but it meant a lot to him.

but then dorcas pulled him aside.

"go to the room written here on saturday after lunch," dorcas handed him the card. he looked at her, entirely confused, raising his eyebrow.

"i have a friend who helps with that kind of stuff," she tilted her head, "but don't tell anyone where you are going, and make sure to tell her that i sent you," she instructed to which he nodded and muttered a thank you before dorcas rushed off.

and when saturday after lunch was right there, he didn't know what to do, his fist knocking on your door lightly.

then he saw you, yawning when you opened the door. your hair perfectly laid, wearing a matching pink tank top and shorts that hugged your thighs most comfortably. your nipples were perked up through your tank top, making him swallow.

"eyes are up here, pretty boy." you tased as his face grew red.

"m’sorry," he stuttered, "i was told to uh- i mean, dorcas sent me here."

you looked at him questioningly, "and why did she do that?" you asked, pursing your lips.

"she said you could help me with my uh problem," he whispered, looking around.

"golden boy having a problem that i have to fix?" you tsked, smirking, "interesting." you moved aside to let him, walking to your own bed.

he took that opportunity to look at your ass which was 'bloody fantastic,' he thought. he stood there gawking at you, not knowing if he should come in.

"you coming in or?" you flattered, to which he came in immediately, shutting the door.

he stood there like a scarecrow before you giggled, "come sit with me," you patted the spot next to you on the bed.

he nervously fiddled with his fingers as you placed your hand on his hand to calm him down, "what problems are you having?"

he stayed silent, clearly embarrassed, "james," you grabbed his chin so he looked at you, "i'm here to help you, not judge you,"

he took a deep breath, "i am having trouble during sex."

"what kind of problems?" you asked, using your thumb to brush his fingers.

"i can't get hard," he admitted, looking down.

he was prepared for you to laugh, even mock him for having such a stupid problem, but you still maintained a compassionate face.

"okay," you said, "and when did you start having that problem," you asked.

"two weeks ago," he muttered.

"and have you tried anything new? maybe something new in your sex life?" you suggested.

"i've tried everything i can think of; it's just not happening." he was frustrated.

"okay then let's try everything you haven't thought of." you half-joked.

"like what?" he asked, making eye contact with you.

"hmm," you tapped your chin, "first things first, are you more dominant or submissive?"

"uh," he said, genuinely not knowing.

"okay that's fine, i'll find out," you replied, sounding sure.

"and are you okay with being intimate with me?" you asked.

he could feel his face turning bright red, "y-yeah that's fine, i mean if you are fine with it but if you're not, its okay, i do-"

you kissed him, cutting him off. your tongue entangling his, hand on his thigh. you grabbed his hand, putting it on your breast as his other hand went to your cheek.

you pulled away from him as he whimpered, "what do you want me to do, james?" you asked.

"i don't know," he answered, drunk off your lips.

"can i suck you off, baby?" you asked, your eye contact ripping him into pieces.

"y-yes." he answered nervously as you got onto your knees.

you touched his belt, unbuckling it as you reached up to kiss him one last time. you palmed him through his boxers, not feeling him get hard yet, but you were patient.

you pulled him soft out of his boxers, stroking him fully. he was big even soft which you admit made you dripping in your panties.

your tongue did a long stripe on his cock, making him moan. you sucked on his tip first, putting your hand on his thigh as his hand palmed into a fist.

you put him deeper in your mouth, letting him hit the back of your throat as he whined. you grabbed his hand, unfisting it, interlocking your hand in his.

you continued bobbing your head up and down his length, your other hand stroking whatever you couldn't fit in your mouth.

james continued holding your hand, holding it tighter when you sucked his tip.

"is it good, jamie?" you asked, breathing a bit hard.

"so good," he whimpered.

that's when you finally felt him getting hard, when you talked to him.

"you are doing so well for me," you complimented, "you are being so good."

he groaned at your words as you continued sucking him off, him being fully erect now.

"so big," you managed to say with his cock inside your mouth.

his cock twitched inside your mouth and you knew he was near when he gripped your hand tightly.

"you can do it," you muffled through his cock, the vibrations sending him.

james closed his eyes, leaning his head back before cumming inside of your mouth.

"i wanna kiss you," he whined as you smiled, kissing him with his cum inside of your mouth as it slobbed over both of your chins.

your mouth invaded his as he moaned inside of your mouth. his hands touched your top, tugging at it. you could tell that he wanted it off of you.

"you wanna take off my top for me, jamie?" you asked as he nodded.

you let him take your top off as you straddled his lap, him latching on your nipple as soon as he could which earned a moan from you. his spit all over your chest, your nipples swollen.

you raised off of him for a second to take off your shorts as he looked at you in awe with his big, brown eyes.

you straddled him again, aligning his cock with your hole. he continued sucking on your nipple as you sat down on him and he groaned.

"fuck," you said, "stretching me out."

he was hardening inside of you again, getting drunk off of your pussy.

he whimpered as he hit the spongy spots inside of you. you started a slow speed and once it stopped stinging, you went faster.

he held onto your body tightly, not letting you go. he mewled the faster you went, his cock twitching inside of you due to the immense pleasure.

"so needy baby," you moaned, bouncing up and down.

he hit the perfect spot inside of you as you tried not to grow hazed in pleasure.

"i can't hold it in, mommy." he said, you being a bit surprised at his wording.

"it's okay baby," you soothed, "you can cum." you smoothed the back of his hair.

you kept riding him until he came, not worried about your release. he came with a whimper, sensitive.

"i wanna taste you mommy," he groaned with you still inside of him as he softened inside of you.

"next time jamie, this was for you right now," you grinned, kissing him delicately on his lips.

you tried letting him go but his grip on you was still there, not wanting you to leave.

"i'm not gonna go anywhere," you calmed, him still inside of you.

"i just wanna cuddle for a while," he said.

"okay, we can do that." you gave him a reassuring smile, laying the both of you down, entangled in each other as you gave a peck to his nose.

your eyes fluttered closed as james admired you.

and before he slept, he knew that he definitely owed dorcas his life.

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[alexetbishop]

THE SUN AND THE MOON

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Demigod!Reader

Summary: Kate makes a visit in your universe after weeks of not seeing eachother.

Word count: 2.5K

Pure fluff. Kate is such a dog mum. This is taking the sapphic long distance experience on a whole other level. Reader is a daughter of Apollo.

a/n: there might be a prequel of this on the workings. It's still an abstract idea but I already got something laid out.

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"Okay, I'll come and pick you up tomorrow morning at 10:00. And if I find you two doing cheeky stuff again you can say bye-bye to your personal multiversal taxi." America warned Kate as she was opening a portal right on the fire escape outside your bedroom window.

"Just to clarify, we were just making out." Kate points out. "We were half naked but only making out." She adds mumbling to herself. She took a step forward, finding herself in your universe. "Whatever. You own me so many pizza balls for this." America grumbles before closing the portal.

You were sitting at your desk, music was blasting through your headphones as you were finishing up an assignment on your computer.

Kate opened your window and jumped inside your room. She smiled as she saw you concentrated on your work. Her backpack slips out of her shoulder, hitting the hardwood floor. She sneaks behind you and takes your headphones off.

"Whatcha listening to?" She whispers in your ear. You jump on your seat and turn around.

"Oh my god!" You whisper shouted. "Kate? What are you doing here?" You stood up from your chair, a smile plastering on your shocked face. You weren't supposed to see her until next week, so this was certainly a very nice surprise.

"Hi, baby. 'Was just popping by. Wanted to see what my beautiful girl was up to." She shrugged as her hands found your waist, immediately connecting your lips in a sweet kiss. When you draw back you notice she has cuts and bruises all over her face and probably on her body too since her suit was all ripped and a bit bloody. You tilt your head. "Did you come here because you wanted to see me or because you want me to be your personal nurse again?"

"Both?" She raised her eyebrows and made her famous puppy eyes at you. You shake your head and chuckle. "Take off your suit." You step back, crossing your arms under your chest. "Eager, are we?" She teases as she peels off her archery suit, throwing it on the floor. Now she's left with a black tank top that accentuates her muscular form and some boxers that had purple hearts on them. Of course she was wearing something like that.

You roll your eyes. "Just stay still." Your hand reaches her jaw, where a fresh and deep cut was glaring at you.

You took a deep breath: a golden aura began to shine around your body. Kate felt your warmth streaming from your fingers to her jaw. In a matter of seconds the cut disappeared. "Who did you fight this time?" Your hand moved to her forehead. "Just some thugs that were trying to steal some kind of dangerous substance. It was a pretty cool fight, actually. I knocked out three guys with only one shot." She says proudly. You smile at her being all cocky of her actions. "That's amazing, love."

As your hands were moving all around her body, healing her from every single bruise and cut, she rambled on and on about her mission. You had to force her to stay still because she was moving around trying to demonstrate how she back flipped and knocked a guy out kicking him in the nuts with her left foot.

Once her skin was smooth again you removed your hands and returned to a normal non glowing human. "Thank you, princess." She smiled at you and gave you a quick peck on the lips. "You knows you're always so hot when you do that. Literally and figuratively."

You chuckled and sat down on the bed, reaching for a bottle of soda on your bedside table and drinking it to get your full strength back.

Kate crawled on the bed, laying on top of you. Her arms cradled around your hips and her chin rested on your midriff as she gazed up at you with her dazzling angel eyes.

"I missed you." She whispers and leans her head forward. She starts to leave a trail of butterfly kisses from your collarbone to your lips. You can't help but giggle at that sweet action.

"I missed you too, Katie." Now her face is right above yours. Your hands find the small of her back and caress her there, your touch is as soft as a feather while you draw heart shaped figures on her bare skin.

"Lucky misses you too." You could feel one of her calloused hands sliding up your back and reaching your neck. "He's always so excited whenever I say your name." She then lets go of you, and goes to retrieve her phone that was in her backpack. "I've got a few videos of that, actually." She crawled back next to you, opened her gallery and pressed play on a video of Lucky being all happy and stomping around as his tail was wagging like an helicopter. You chuckle at the adorable sight.

For the next few minutes Kate proceeds to show you every single video of Lucky she had. (even the ones that you had seen a million times already) "Wait! I almost forgot." She reached in her backpack, taking out a small folder. She opened it and inside there were dozens of pictures of her, Lucky, and a couple with her team too. "I printed some more pictures for you." You melted. Kate knew you couldn't have a phone (being a demigod was really shitty sometimes.), and every time she made sure to print a lot of pictures (and yes, some of them were spicy too). You, in the other hand, were more prone to writing. So while you had an album full of pictures, she had a folder with all your letters and poems.

You couldn't help but to lean forward and kiss her on the lips. "Thank you." You looked at the pictures for a few moments and then looked up. "I got something for you too." You stretched your arm to open the drawer of the bedside table and took a small notebook, handing it to her. "It's a small scrapbook I've been making for the past couple of weeks." There's all kinds of things: poems, flowers, pictures and small things that remind you of her.

The corners of Kate's mouth reached her ears. "You're amazing, princess." She took the scrap book in her hand, starting to open it and flip through the pages. You stopped her. "Nah uh." You put your hand over hers, shutting the scrapbook closed. "That's for later. When you're back home."

Kate rolls her eyes. "Fine." She carefully puts the scrapbook in her backpack. She crawls back to you, fully laying on you and burying her face in your neck. She starts giving you little kisses on the same spot. "Come with me." She says in between kisses. "Come back to my universe."

"Katie, you know I can't." You sigh. Being long distance was certainly not easy. Especially if you both live in different universes, and don't have any type of communication besides iris messages, that you discovered can work between universes, but those can last just for a couple of minutes. (One time you left the "call" go on for the whole night. You had to toss 15 drachmas to pay for it. The inflation has reached the mythical world too apparently.)

"Please." Her soft voice was humming against your skin. You wanted to. You wanted to be with her, be close to her, falling asleep in eachothers arms and waking up to Lucky jumping on the bed and licking your faces. But you had your family to take care of. You were the oldest of the family. Your mum worked all day long, leaving you to take care of your two little siblings. And also you had college. You had missed the whole first semester due to the whole "disappearing into another universe thing" and now you had to catch up.

"I promise that I will, just not now. I have so much going on right now. I can't just disappear again after being away for months." You made her look at you, cupping her cheeks. "You promise?"

"I promise." You whisper, a small smile tugging on your lips.

She leans in and kisses you. She wants time to stop. Tomorrow morning she'll have to go back and it's going to be another couple of weeks until she can see you again. So she doesn't dare to pull away from you. She wants to be in your arms forever.

Soon her tongue slides in your mouth, sinking into you. But it's not enough. Touching you isn't enough. Her hands move up and down your sides, squeezing your waist over your sweater. Or better, her sweater that you stole the last time you went to visit her. Her fingers graze your stomach and slides her cold hands under the soft fabric. Your skin perks up, a shiver running down your spine to Kate's electric and intoxicating touch.

"Katie..." You whisper when her lips detach for a millisecond. She just hums against your mouth, her hands sliding upwards. She knows you're not wearing a bra underneath.

"Darling..." You say again a bit louder but she continues. And right when her fingertips are about to reach your breasts, you stop her. She leans back from your face, her hands don't move, they're warm, now having stolen the heat of your body. She's looking at you with her mouth agape, she's slightly panting, her pupils are blown out and tendrils tickling your now rosy cheeks. "We can't do that right now."

She furrows her eyebrows and she's about to ask why when someone knocks on your bedroom door. "Y/N?" It's your mum. You totally forgot that on Sundays she only works in the morning. Shit. She tries to open the door. This is the only time you thank the gods for having a crappy and old apartment. The handle of the door is almost broken, so it's pretty hard to open it unless you know the right mechanism to not tear the knob out.

"Quick. Hide somewhere!" You tell Kate as she panics and jumps out of the bed. She looks around and then she hears a click. The handle slightly turns and the door opens. Kate crouches down and slides under your bed right before your mum walks in your room.

You quickly put all the pictures that were next to you on the bed under your pillow and smile innocently. "Hey, mum. What's up?"

"I've made tea, do you want some?" She asks.

"Uhm- no. Thank you. I'm fine." You fold your arms under your chest.

"Are you sure? You've been in here for the whole day. You need to take some breaks from those books." She points at your messy desk.

"Yeah, I know. I'm taking one right now. You know, laying in bed and- looking at the ceiling." Kate has to hold in a laugh for your lame response. "It's very relaxing. You should try it."

"Alright." She says reluctantly. She takes a step back when she notices Kate's backpack on the floor next to your bed. Fortunately her suit was on the other side so she couldn't see it. "What's that?" She points at the black backpack.

"Oh. That's uhm- Will's. He left it here yesterday." You lie. But it was pretty effective because Will actually came to visit you the previous day. He would never own a backpack like that but your mum buys the lie and nods. "Hm. Okay. Well, if you need anything I'll be in the living room. Your siblings want to see Cars again." She states and closes the door behind her.

"Okay. Cool, thanks. Have fun!" You hold your breath until you can't hear her footsteps anymore and pat the side of the bed. "Coast is clear." Kate rolls out from under the bed and lays on your bedroom floor, a smirk on her face. You sit criss cross on the edge of the bed and look down at her. "What?"

"You're right. It is relaxing watching at that nice and smooth ceiling." She mocks.

"Shut up." You dangle down one foot and lightly kick her on her hip. She fakes a hurt face and pouts. She stands up and now she's the one looking down at you. "So, I gather you haven't told her yet?" You shake your head. You did want to tell your mum about Kate. But you know she would freak out. She's... very protective, to say the least. The first time you heard of camp half-blood or the term 'demigod' was when you were 15. You didn't even suspect anything since monsters wouldn't attack as you weren't as powerful as some other demigods. So she took that as an opportunity to keep you safe next to her. But the time comes for everyone and one day, after a big fight with her, you sneaked out, walking all the way to camp. And it wasn't a nice little promenade at all with monsters attacking you left and right every single step.

You only reconciled after the whole thing about your dad getting transformed into a teenage boy. Now you were on pretty good terms again, but her protectiveness hasn't ceased that much.

"I want to. I really do but... She'll definitely ban me from going to see you." You look down. "If she even finds out that in those months I've been in another universe and not at camp she'll probably get into a coma." You scoffed.

"Yeah, but you're an adult now. You are way capable to make your own decisions." Kate sat down next to you and wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

"I know. But the past months we became so close, more close than we've ever been and I don't want to ruin that again." Your eyes are fixed on your lap. You stop the urge to take your fingers to your mouth and bite your nails. Kate sees you getting anxious and she places her hand that wasn't around you over your hands. She speaks with a calm and smooth voice. "Hey, get those bad thoughts out of your head. In the first place, you didn't ruin anything. And secondly, I'm okay with you taking your time. I won't push you to do anything you don't want to." She kisses your temple and then presses your forehead against it.

You lean into her touch and exhale deeply. Then you turn your head, your eyes fix on her collarbone, the sun necklace you gave her is shining on her toned skin. You had a matching one, but with a little moon charm instead of the sun ("That way, it's like we will never be apart." Kate said when she gave it to you.). Then your gaze travels along Kate's features until you meet two oceans rumbling in front of you. "I really love you."

She smiles. "I love you too, baby." She pauses and her sweet smile turns into a cheeky grin. "So no head?"

You chuckle and shake your head. "Can't risk having my whole family hearing your pretty sounds." You peck her nose, making her scrunch it in an absolutely adorable way. "Those are only for me I'm afraid. I can propose some cuddling with a little make out session if you'd like." You suggest.

"Okay. That's fair." She nods in agreement. "Let's get started then, we have so little time and I have to tell you so many things." She climbs on top of you and gently pushes you down the bed. You giggle and your lips press together.

You stayed up all night. Talking about random stuff, taking breaks to make out, and chat again trying to maintain your voices and giggles as quiet as possible.

And it's in these moments where you understand that whatever happens, you won't ever let go of eachother. Because despite the distance you need eachother. The sun and the moon will always need eachother.

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[444rockstargf]

poookieee!! as much as i love me some subby spence.. im dying for soft!dom spence ><

maybe a little prof-teacher taboo something if you’re feeling nasty 😩

i love a challenge!

"pick me up after school, you can be my baby." | spencer reid

ridin'. - lana del rey

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college student!female!reader x professor!spencer

word count: 1.0k

contents: y/n is a legal adult, teacher/student dynamic, unprotected p in v, public sex, creampie

you had been taking an unsolicited slumber in the middle of your biology class with mr reid. 

the last period of the day when all the irrelevant tangents he went on would enter through one ear and come right out the other. so really, it wasn’t your fault that you just couldn’t keep your attention on him, regardless of his meek elegance and gentle composure. you had fallen asleep to his soft tone of voice, confident that he wouldn’t catch you as he rambled on. which was why you were completely baffled as to how he had you bent over his desk as he scolded you, your plaid skirt on the ground, hugging your ankles.

you had to admit, the tension between you two was palpable. with such a small age gap, it was hard to not fall for a teacher who had such a close resemblance to a greek god. as good as he was at keeping up his professional demeanor, you constantly caught him stealing occasional glances at you as you walked away from him or popping up in your physical education class, catching you in your shorts and tank top as a thin layer of sweat shone off your body. it was the way things had always been.

he tsked, one of his ringed hands having a tight grip on your bare hip. “snoozing during my class? i expected much more from you.” your cheek pressed against the cool oakwood of his neat, organized desk. you would’ve cringed at how cliche this scene was if it wasn’t what you had been thirsting for all along. you pouted, squirming as he used his other hand to keep your hands behind your back. “i-i didn’t mean to, mr reid. i swear..!”

as you moved, your hips pushed into his ever so slightly. he grinned a little, pulling his glasses away from his eyes and carefully placing them on top of his hair to hold back a few stray strands of hair. “i bet you say that to all the teachers, my dear…” your knees shook as his voice dropped an octave. you still had your panties on, which were soaking wet from the heat of the atmosphere.

he swallowed audibly hard, his breath growing shakier by the second as the awkward side of his personality began to flicker through. “y-you’re a very beautiful girl, y’know that..?” your cheeks heated up as he slowly began to trail his thumb up and down your clothed slit, a throbbing sensation growing in his concealed, starched uniform pants.

you whimpered quietly, your hot breath condensing onto the polished wood. he brought his lips to your ear, whispering in a tone that rang through your mind. “i ought to teach you a lesson for being such a bad girl in my class today…” he slipped a hand into his pocket, pulling out a square-shaped, golden package. a condom. you didn’t think guys like him would carry them around on the fly.

he moved his hand to the button and zipper of his pants, undoing them both swiftly. he tore open the condom pack with his teeth, baring pearly white canines. a white droplet began to seep through the thin fabric of his briefs, revealing his arousal. his thumbs kept a good rhythm on your soaking cunt, starting to slip underneath your panties as he whipped out his cock and rolled the condom onto himself with a deep groan.

your body trembled as the wait became agonizing. you felt so open, so exposed to him. his hands groped and caressed the most intimate parts of you as he lined himself up with your pulsing hole. you desperately moved your hips back, making him chuckle. “someone’s eager, huh?” he gripped his cock with a shaky hand, talking to you as he began to push himself into you. “well i could never deprive my favourite student of something she wants so badly…”

your hands ball into fists as he entered you, inch by inch as he stretched you out until you were full to the brim. you yelped, making him shove two fingers into your mouth to shut you up. your jaw closed around him, drool cascading onto the desk as he started to fuck you. he started slow and steady, his rhythm matching the one of a brand-new metronome.

you moaned and whimpered, your insides struggling to adjust to his size. but surely, he talked you through the overwhelming pleasure. “there you go… just like that..” his voice was low and breathing, your ass bouncing each time he pounded into you. the room filled with lewd noises quickly and you thanked the heavens that the classroom door was locked.

his balls slapped against your puffy clit as he picked up the pace, his fingernails leaving crescent-shaped marks on your soft flesh. tears filled your eyes as the overstimulation became mind-boggling. a mess of wetness and precum dripped down your inner thighs. you felt his thick girth twitch inside of you, his breathing getting louder with each thrust.

“s-such a good girl… takin’ me so well…” his words were slurred and melted into each other like ice cream. groans and whimpers echoed through the room, crescendoing until they reached a loud climax. your teacher tossed his head back as his balls tightened up and sent hot ropes of cum shooting into your guts. 

your cunt swelled as he filled you with his seed, your whole body going heavy as your orgasm hit you like a freight train. you bit your lip, hard enough to draw blood. you gasped as he pulled himself out of you, feeling empty by the lack of him inside you. he flipped you around, awkwardly taking you into his arms and kissing you deeply on the lips, his jaw clenching as he tasted you. the heat between your legs grew to an unbearable state and you wrapped your legs around his waist, kissing him back until he pulled away, cheeks stained with pink.

he cleared his throat, crouching down to help you pick up your skirt. he lifted you off the desk, helping you put it on. he even took the extra step of grabbing you a handkerchief and dabbing away at the sticky mess on your thighs. as he finished, he looked at you and nodded with approval. “you’d better get going. i’ve assigned three chapters that must be read for our class discussion tomorrow.” you groaned, picking up your bookbag and slinging it over your shoulder. he chuckled, kissing you on the cheek and bringing his lips to your ear. “until next time, my dear.”

author's note: stream karma by jojo siwa

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[kelppsstuff]

HI MOOTIEE anyways I got smth for ya

Of course it's Adam cause YEA.

what if Adam and his goth girlfriend who is an angel of course can be fluff can be smut anything you want

Thanks mootie have a wonderful dayyy

HIIII MY BELOVED!!!! Ahhhh I hope you like thissss I enjoyed working on it! Have a fantastic day for everyone reading! Also I low-key think I’m turning into a slut with all the smut I’ve been writing recently 😭

“Looking Pretty!”

Adam x Goth gf reader

Masterlist

Warnings: blow job

Taglist: @adamsfavoritesinner @sashaphantomhive @leathesimp @ladyninggs @michelleszn @sirenetgeblogger

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Adam had first met you when he was on stage performing at a concert. You saw you next to Lute singing all the lyrics on the top of your lungs. He threw two guitar picks y’all’s way, one for each of you and moved on to the other side of the stage.

After the concert had ending Lute introduced you two. You were her sister, and he was her boss.

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“Sir?” Lute called out to her boss. She was behind stage and wanted to introduce her best friend to her sister. “Yeah danger tits?” Adam asked looking over his shoulder for a spilt second. He was signing autographs for girl and guys, and even little kids.

“I’d like you too meet someone if you’d have the time.” Adam brain flashed to you and Lute together in the audience. Shirley his lieutenant. wanted to introduce him to you. “Sure thing. I’ll be back ladies.”

He and lute walked over to where you were, talking to the drummer. Adam felt his eye twitch. Said drummer always pissed him off — copied Adam 24/7.

“Y/N. This is Adam.” Lute said, taking your attention away from the drummer. You looked to the first man and felt a whole bundle of nerves and excitement gather in your stomach.

“Hi! I’m Y/N!” You stuck your hand out and Adam took it. “Never expected to see a big toy goth girl in heaven.” Leave Adam to be… Adam.

Lute was screaming in her head at Adam. That was her SISTER. And what if you said something slick back?! That’s her BOSS!

“Guess I’m special.”

“Sure babe, but you ain’t better than me.”

—

The thing that made Adam really start to notice you was your outfits. He loved all the necklaces you would wear, loved the make up you did most days. He also loves your fishnets.

He couldn’t count how many times he gotten hard when you would walk around in them. It gotten that porn wouldn’t even help him anymore, but the thoughts of you did.

Adam had invited you to every one of his concerts, and even if Lute didn’t show, you still did. You were his biggest fan, his biggest supporter.

—

Adam had to be on stage in thirty minutes and every thing had started to go wrong. First his guitar wasn’t in tune. Next his singer called out last minute, something about forgetting an date. So he would have to sing, and his throat had been hurting all day. Then he couldn’t find his mask. And finally while he was trying to calm himself down, there was knock at his dressing room door. He couldn’t get a fucking minute alone.

“Fuck off!” He shouted, trying to tune his guitar. But the person didn’t fuck off. You opened the door and poked your head through the door. “Need help?” Your eyes widened. You hadn’t ever seen him with out his mask.

He was handsome safe to say. Rich brown hair, golden shimmering eyes, and a stubble that suited him. He wore black ripped jeans and a white tank top, typical rockstar outfit.

Adam glared at you but the ultimately decided you could be useful. “Come here.” His voice had a certain chill, it sent shocks of excitement down your spine. You walked over to him, and stood waiting for what he needed.

Adam looked you up and down and silently cursed. You wore a short ass skirt, with a crop maroon tank top — that did a poor job in hood your tits from spilling in Adams opinion. The platforms you wore, made you a bit taller but Adam still towered over you. And you wore those fucking fish nets.

Adam sat you down on the couch and put his guitar in your hands. He got behind you and put his hands over your own. You noticed he wasn’t wearing his gloves, you had also noticed how vain-y his hands really were along with his fore arms. “Do you know how to tune a guitar?” His breath fanned over your ear and blowing you hair the faintest bit.

“No,” you went to turn your head around to him but he grabbed your chin with his hand and pushed your head to look back at the guitar. “You see these nobs? The make the strings tighter and loser.” Adam reached into his back pocket, pulling out his phone.

Once he had his tuning app pulled he placed said phone your thigh. He didn’t move his hand away from it, at least not before gripping your fishnets, wishing to tear them.

“Adjust the nobs accordingly and the app will tell you if it’s in tune or not, and if it needs to be looser or tighter. Understand?” You nodded your head, and he reluctantly pulled away from you.

He started to look around for his mask. He couldn’t preform without it. He was surprised that he was comfortable with you seeing his face. Despite that, he knew he wouldn’t be comfortable performing without it.

You started to tune his guitar, slightly confused at first, but slowly got the hang of it.

Adam had trouble finding his mask. He would look at you and think thoughts that would, we’ll send him to hell probably. When he would look away — after telling himself to stop being creepy — it wouldn’t be long till his eyes were back on you. So yeah, he couldn’t find his mask.

You looked up over to him and saw him staring directly at you. Placing the guitar on the couch you got up and walked over to him. Normally you would be wearing necklaces that would move with your steps but he took notice in your bare neck.

“It’s tuned.” He hummed and acted on his intrusive thoughts. He pulled you closer to him by your neck. “You know what would compliment this outfit? A collar.” His hand wrapped around your neck, and squeezed the tiniest bit, his veins bulging.

Your breath got caught in your throat as you tired to find your next words. “What kind?” Adam took another step, you chest now pushing against each other. “One with my name on it.”

Cocky bastard.

"20 MINUTES TILL SHOW TIME!” Someone called out from the hallways. Adam clenched his jaw in annoyance. “Ya wanna suck me off before I go on?” He said in a joking tone, but holy fuck that would take away about 85% of his problems. He was pent up. He wasn’t expecting you to do anything. You’d always brush away his sexual comments, which unsurprisingly was more often than not.

You raised a brow and started to unbutton his pants. “You have twenty minutes.” His hand on your throat tightened and you started to get on your knees.

You brought the zipper and started to pulled down with your teeth. Most girls he fucked tried to act innocent. Always looking at the package he had to offer as if it was the first dick they seen. But you — you looked up at him through your lashes, eyes begging. Like a fucking slut. You pulled his pants down a little — along with his boxers and started to pump him. Getting him hard but you did need to do it for long — seeing as he was already leaning precum.

Fuck if he had twenty minutes he was gonna make it worth it.

“I’ve gotten a hand job before babe, I prefer a blowjob.” He really couldn’t shut his mouth.

You brought your lips to his shaft and started to kiss him gentle, and so soft he shuttered. You continued to move you hand as you slowly took him in your mouth.

Your mouth was warm and you started to suck him off. You couldn’t fit him all the way in your mouth — fulling his ego more — so you made up with the inches you couldn’t fit with your hand.

Your hand twisted around him and you sucked harder, making him throw his head back in a groan. His Adams apple bobbed as he swallowed the moan wanting to escape.

“10 MINUTES!”

It was like a switch in Adam. He started to thrust into your mouth, desperately trying to release his frustration. Spit started to fall past your bottom lips — fuck, I need to be neat, you thought, insanely hot, Adam thought. You rest reached up and started to play with your nipples with your now free hands.

You could feel your gag reflex kicking, tightening your throat up. That had done it for Adam. ���Fuck!” He poured himself into your mouth. Some dripped onto you lips and chin.

You looked up at licking you lips and wiping your chin with your pointer finger, before sucking that as well.

You throat had started to become sore. “THREE MINUTES! ANYONE SEEN ADAM?!” You looked to the door, but something caught your eye. Adams mask was under a desk. You crawled to it, seeing as it wasn’t far.

“If you don’t get up right now, I’m fucking you.”

You rolled your eyes and got up, handing Adam his mask.

Adam was wrong, it didn’t fix 85% of his problems. It fixed 100% of his issues. “TWO MINUTES!” That send Adam into over drive, but before he could put his mask on you grabbed his chin and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Your lipstick was ruined, but a kiss mark still showed on him face. “See you out there.” You grabbed tissues and walked out. Adam not far behind you.

—

Once the concert was over, Like normal you went to find Adam backstage. You stood behind him as he signed autographs. Your feet started to hurt from wearing play forms all day. Adam seemed to take notice.

“Take your shoes off.”

“And walk bare foot on this ground?” You raised you brow to him as if he was insane. Adam rolled his eyes and bent down on one knee in front of you.

He started to take your shoes off, you did little protest, happy to get them off. He then took off his own shoes and put your feet in them. Tying them tightly so they wouldn’t fall off.

Fans started to look in shock, people started to take photos while other glared in envy.

You kind of half expected Adam to wear your shoes — you didn’t know why — but he didn’t. He carried them for you and when you two left the building he slung an arm around you. “So this means we’re dating.” Even though it didn’t sound like a question, it was.

“If you can get Lutes blessing, sure.”

—

Fuck. Adam hadn’t tried to ever convince someone of something so much before. He spent a total of 5 months proving himself to Lute. Proving himself to you. He could see why Lute wouldn’t trust him. He was a huge playboy but in those five months he gave that up. Only wanting one.

So when Lute gave him his blessing to date you, another five months later he was asking for your hand in marriage. To which you both called him deranged.

—

Ahhhh I hope that was good? I feel like the ending was rushed so I may edit this sometime in the future

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[roosterforme]

Caught in the Act | Rooster x Reader

Summary: When you arrive home early to find Bradley in bed watching a dirty video, you're only a little surprised to find it's the one you made together.

Warnings: Fluff and smut

Length: 1500 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots! (But it can be read on its own) Check my masterlist in my profile for the reading order! This was written for a request!

As you drove home from Sunday brunch with your friends, the bright sunlight hit your engagement ring and made you smile. You'd only had it for a few weeks, but you loved looking at it. You loved thinking about Bradley when you looked at it. 

Last week, Bradley tried his best to make hot sauce to show his appreciation for you. You quickly followed that up by making a dirty video with him to show him your appreciation. He'd been healing nicely since his crash, and you had been using the promise of a video as motivation for him to keep up with his physical therapy exercises at home. 

So a few nights ago, right after dinner, you whispered, "Wanna make that video tonight, Roo?"

He had been practically jumping around like a golden retriever. "Hell, yes, Baby Girl!" He pulled you against him and sloppy kissed your entire face, already hard against your belly through his gym shorts. "You ready now?"

You looked down at your sweatpants and threadbare tank top, and it just made you love him even more. Because he sincerely wouldn't have cared if you wore your 'house cleaning clothes' in the video. 

You still giggled about it now as you pulled into the driveway next to the Bronco and grabbed your leftover food from brunch. You'd let Bradley finish your French toast, and then maybe take a shower together. 

When you unlocked the front door and set everything down in the kitchen, you could hear some noise coming from the bedroom. You were home a lot earlier than you usually were after brunch, so you took your shoes off and went to check on your fiancé. 

As you walked down the hallway, the sounds of people moaning greeted your ears. You almost tripped as you tried to get to the bedroom faster, only to find Bradley laying in bed naked, jerking off.

You stood in the doorway, gaping as he watched a loud video on his phone and stroked himself with his right hand. His penis was rock hard, and the tip looked red and wet as he groaned loudly.

"Are you watching porn?" you asked casually, and Bradley dropped his phone directly onto his abs as he scrambled to sit up.

"Sweetheart! You're early!" he rasped, searching around the bedding for his phone which was still playing the video.

You giggled. "It's okay if you're watching porn, Roo. I'm not going to get mad."

"I'm not!" he insisted, still searching the rumpled duvet for the phone.

You just rolled your eyes and climbed into bed with him, digging his phone out to hand it to him. And that's when you heard your own voice coming from the phone. 

"Roo! Fuck me harder!"

You looked at his phone screen to see that he had been watching the video the two of you made, and when you glanced up at his face, he was blushing a deep pink. The video played on, and it was currently a shot of Bradley's dick sliding deep into your pussy before he panned up to your bouncing boobs and then your face as you begged him for more.

He took the phone from your hand and paused the video, looking like he wasn't sure if he should laugh or cry. 

"You were jerking off to us?" you asked softly. When he just nodded in response, your eyes dipped down to see his cock was hard and twitching against his thigh. 

"It's not porn," he insisted, voice deep with conviction. "Not really."

You bit your lip and tried not to laugh again, because he still looked so stunned. Then you slowly started to crawl the rest of the way across to bed toward him. 

"It's okay, Roo," you reassured him. "You can keep touching yourself. And you can put the video back on if you want." Then you added in a soft whisper right next to his ear, "You've watched me touch myself before."

He swallowed hard and grunted. "Yeah. It's so hot."

You kissed his cheek and mustache softly. "It's hot when you touch yourself too, Roo." You took his right hand in yours and guided it back to his hard length. You helped him ease his hand up and down, your gaze catching on the pretty bead of his precum. 

"Or..." he said, and you looked him in the eyes. "We could reenact the video, Baby Girl."

You licked your lips and kissed him before dipping down to lick the tip of his cock clean, swallowing the taste of him as he moaned our name. 

"Yeah, let's do that," you told him, pulling your dress over your head and tossing it aside. You were in just your champagne colored bra with matching underwear, and Bradley was reaching for you. "Maybe we should start with the part where you called me your bratty little slut while I sucked your cock?"

Bradley hissed as he guided your head toward his dick. "Please. My bratty little slut gives the best head."

You moaned as you wrapped your lips around him and teased his tip with your tongue. Then you slid him further into your mouth until you were practically gagging, but Bradley was holding your head firmly in place. Just like he had done in the video. 

Then he released you and stroked your cheek as you withdrew him from your mouth, and a messy string of your saliva dripped onto him. Once again, he guided your mouth down around him, deep enough that you were struggling before easing up. He loved getting sloppy head; you knew this and let him have it all the time. But the video reenactment was making you so wet, you were going to need him to fuck you soon.

"Can I take another video?" he asked while you licked his balls. 

"Yes," you whispered, kissing his inner thigh as he started recording you in action. "Who am I right now?"

"My bratty little slut," he told you, his voice deep as his cock pulsed in your hand. 

"That's right. And what am I good for?" you whispered against his balls before licking up his length. 

"Taking my cum," he replied, thrusting hard into your mouth as soon as you had his tip on your tongue. Soon you were gagging and gasping as he fucked your mouth, and tears were prickling behind your eyes. Just as they were starting to water, Bradley pulled you away from his cock by your hair. Your pussy was clenching around nothing as he made your scalp sting.

"Now ride me," he demanded, and you were whimpering as you straddled his hips, pulled your lace underwear to the side, and sunk down around his length. 

"Oh!" you gasped. "I needed you." You bounced up and down on him, nearly forgetting he had his phone out; he just felt that good. 

You leaned forward to kiss him where he was laying propped against the pillows. "Am I still your bratty slut?" you asked, your lips bumping against his as you got closer and closer to what you needed.

"No, you're my Baby Girl," he reassured you, rubbing his fingers down the back of your neck and underneath your bra strap. You tipped your head back and he kissed along your neck and the tops of your breasts. "And I love you."

You rode him just like this as he told you how perfect you were. When you started to clench around him, he growled, "Now take my cum."

And you did. Of course you did. He filled you up as he bottomed out inside you, and Bradley made sure to record his cum as it dripped out of you and made a mess of your underwear and his thigh. 

"I love you, Roo," you promised him before he stopped the recording.

You eased yourself up his body so you were laying cozy against his chest, and his strong arms wrapped around you. 

"Are you glad I came home early?" you asked, and Bradley's laughter made you bounce a little bit against him. 

"I am, Sweetheart. Because now I have two videos of you to keep me warm while I'm deployed. I'm going to tuck them away and cherish them and keep them safe for the next time I'm really missing you."

"If you play your cards right, I might agree to make another one eventually," you whispered against his collarbone. 

"I'm very good at cards," he assured you. "I think you liked that it was our video I was jerking off to."

You bit your lip and looked up at him as he glared down at you. "Duh, Bradley. You make me feel like a princess."

He reached down and swatted your butt lightly. "Mostly a brat."

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Thanks for reading this! I thought it would fit nicely into their story here! Maybe they will make another video at some point...

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[poursomesunaonme]

living room mural

pairing: gojo satoru x fem!reader

summary: what could be more innocent than a home reno with your partner gojo satoru?

word count: 12k of unadulterated filth

author’s note: rewrote my debut piece on this blog :') i will never recover lmao

content/warnings: minors dni, established relationship w/ satoru; about a gazillion pet names (love, sweets, baby/babe, princess, darling, sweetheart, pretty girl), oral (fem receiving), fingering, dacryphilia, choking, teasing, a microscopic speck of angst, praising (good girl), degradation (cumslut), lots of spit, body painting (with actual paint), does that count as exhibitionism if it’s plastered on the walls, reader is blindfolded, biting, breeding kink, daddy kink, multiple creampies, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, spanking, edging, squirting, v rough, a sprinkle of fluff, gojo antagonizing poor nanami

(we’re gonna pretend that this paint is non-toxic and won’t permanently damage skin pls ignore how down despicable i am for this concept🥺😭)

The pungent scent of fresh paint and sawdust flooded your nostrils as you rolled the first coat of paint over the primed walls.   The first stroke of beautiful white paint against the shit brown left you nearly breathless.  You wanted to sit down and marvel at this step of progress, but the satisfaction of even a single stroke had you craving the finished product.

Before you got back to work, you closed your eyes, listening to the sound of Satoru working outside.  He was sanding down the wood to build a bookshelf in the living room.  The drone of the sander starting and stopping would provide a good rhythm for your work.  A smile rose to your face as you heard him talking to himself in the same animated manner that he would use in speaking to other people.  You sighed, looking back to the wall you had to tackle.

In a frenzy, you went to work, the roller gliding over the wall with ease.  The streaks of paint turned into even blotches of beautiful white, which after countless minutes of aching-inducing labor, was a finished work of a completely white wall.  You stood back, setting down the roller.  Your fingers nimbly massaged your shoulder as you swung it around a bit to get out the cramps.

You had two more walls of white to do before you started on the last wall that you and Satoru had agreed to paint an olive green.  The accent wall also happened to have the fireplace on it, which you were going to leave for last with how tedious the work would be.  You went to the kitchen to grab a drink, deciding to make one for Satoru as well.  Admiring the wall once again, you passed through the living room and looked out the screen door, seeing him hard at work.  The sweat glistened brightly on his forehead, accentuating his face that was contorted in focus on his task.

You kicked open the door, laughing at his face brightening when he saw you with his refreshment.  He wiped the sweat off his forehead with the bottom hem of his tank top, revealing his toned abs.  You sighed, content, as he left his work to sit on the steps with you, groaning as his butt hit the cement.  He lifted the goggles that he was wearing, setting them on his forehead.  You handed him his drink wordlessly, watching his Adam’s apple bobbing as he gulped down the water.

Together, you looked out into the yard, which was ablaze with the light of the afternoon sun.  It was the point in the day where the sun seemed to shine the brightest before the hue changed with the golden hour.  The stacks of supplies littering the grass were the only indications that the two of you were in the middle of a home renovation.  Satoru’s work station was meticulously set up in his own specific way to make his tasks easier.  You found the organized chaos endearing.

You set your cup down next to you after taking a sip, wiping the condensation of the glass off on your jeans.  Flecks of paint littered them right down to the cuffs.  Surprised, you pulled out the hem of your cami, seeing that you had also somehow gotten paint splattered on the front of it as well.  You surmised that you had made the right decision to wear clothes you didn’t care too much about.  Sighing, you picked up your glass once again, gulping down water to satiate your thirst.

“I have two more white walls to do, then it’s onto the fireplace wall,” you told him.  You leaned into him and found that the dewiness of the sweat on your arms made them nearly stick together.  He didn’t respond.  His lips were locked onto the glass as he downed the water like it would be his last drop.  You nudged him with your elbow.  You wanted to know how his work was coming along.  He finished his water with a dramatic “ahh,” setting down the empty cup next to him.

“I have a lot more wood to sand down,” he commented, gesturing to the stack he had next to his workbench.  “I did not think this through.  Do you still want a bookshelf?  I think that maybe we could do without it.”

You chuckled and rested your head on his shoulder briefly.  “Yes, ‘Toru, I want one.  But we can always just buy one from Ikea.”  You blinked innocently, yet a smirk toyed with the corners of your lips.  “But I at least thought that the best would be able to finish a simple bookshelf.  Guess I was wrong.”

You hoped that the mocking statement would injure his pride enough to spur him to finish the task.

The corners of his mouth turned into a frown, lost in thought for a moment.  Then, he jolted upwards with a newfound fervor.  You chuckled to yourself at how easily he played right along into your hands.  “I’ll finish it!”

Planting a quick kiss on your lips, he sprinted back to his work, grunting as he picked up another board and set it on the table.  The sander turned on, Satoru guiding its movements with ease, muscles rippling in the afternoon sun.  You watched for a bit, sipping your water as you watched the sweat begin to seep through through his tank with his added effort.  The sawdust that flew from the wood stuck to his skin.

After a few more minutes, your drink was finished.  You set your hands on your knees, grunting as you stood up.  You had hoped that the work wouldn’t make you too sore.  The burning spots targeted by your repetitive motions said otherwise.  Satoru noticed you taking your leave.  You waved to him, which in response, he winked, gritting his teeth as he held the sander in place.  You plucked the empty cups from the step and entered the house once again.  You set them in the kitchen, then got back to work on the next wall.

The painting was easier as you got into a steady rhythm, even switching hands on occasion when your arm started to wear out.  The work was repetitive and calming; letting out a gruff laugh, you considered switching jobs to become a painter.  It was exponentially less stressful than teaching.  With a sigh, you stood back, realizing that in your reverie, you had finished the last two walls, both of which didn’t have anything that you had to paint around, making them easy to finish without incident.

You smiled to yourself, wondering how Satoru was doing with his work.  He had been so excited when he came up with the idea (it was more your putting the idea into his head and him taking the credit for it) of building a bookshelf for you, a light tone that contributed to the peaceful atmosphere of the living room.  You knew it would be the perfect piece that you two had been looking for to complete the layout.

You sat down next to the can of green paint, prying it open and then dumping a healthy amount into the pan.  You picked up the other roller, watching as it soaked up the pretty olive hue.  Staring intently at the wall you had to tackle, the only thing you had to worry about was the fireplace, which you were still picking out a color for.  Pieces of your hair tumbled into your eyes.  You brushed them away, quickly deciding that you were going to worry about painting the wall directly next to the fireplace at the end of your work.  

Halfway thorugh the wall, you thought that being a professional painter would definitely be a viable side job, seeing as you were now working efficiently and had ascertained easy tricks to make the work seamless.  After you had finished the unblocked parts of the wall, you started at the bottom of the fireplace with a new, smaller brush, carefully tracing next to the painter’s tape.  Both sides were finished quickly enough, only leaving the top of the mantle to tackle.

The fresh paint smell had attached itself to your body, your nose not even used to it after the seeming hours you had spent applying it to the walls.  Standing on your tiptoes, you attempted to reach and stroke the paint blindly across the back edge of the mantle.  No matter where you stood, you couldn’t see over the edge, and you certainly didn’t want to use a roller and get more on there than you needed.  Sighing with frustration, you set down the brush on the pan.  You straightened up, hands on your hips, trying to figure out another way to tackle the situation.

“Only you can make painting look this good,” Satoru commented from behind you.  You whirled around, seeing him leaning against the doorframe, covered in sawdust, arms crossed over his chest.  His goggles were up against his hairline, pushing the hair up at a funny angle.  You smiled and sauntered over to him.  He whistled at your sultry approach and planted a kiss on your lips when you reached him.

“‘Toru,” you started sweetly, trailing a finger down his chest, “now that you’re here, would you be a doll for me and paint the spots above the mantle?  I can’t reach.”

He stooped down, pressing a kiss into your damp forehead.  “Of course, love.”

You clapped your hands, spinning back around and beginning a trot back to the fireplace.  Satoru kept pace with you easily with long strides.  You squealed as one of his large hands collided with your ass.  You cast a glance at him, seeing the devilish grin at the satisfying sound.

He plucked the brush from the pan, dabbling a bit to get more on the bristles.  With ease, he stood at the mantle, not even having to stand on his tiptoes to see what he was doing.  You watched with arms crossed as he set long strokes across the base.  His back muscles pulled taut and released with grace with his movements, the sparkling of his sweat glistening with the setting sun filtering in through the windows.

The sawdust sprinkled across his body began to fall off as his sweat dried, adding a certain kind of magic that only he could embody.  It was almost like special effects.  It looked like a hazy dream with the glimmer of sweat and the perfectly orange light.  He applied a few more strokes, then let his hand fall to his side, examining his work.  Once he deemed it presentable, he turned back to you with an endearing smile gracing his lips.

You quietly padded over to him, feeling like you were floating on air in the approach.  In turn, he glided over to you, eyes wandering up and down your body from under his snowy eyelashes.  You bit your lip with a cheeky smile.  His eyes narrowed reflexively like a hunter’s.  Without warning, he lunged forward, brush extended.  You squealed and tried to recoil, but your reflexes weren’t fast enough for the huge streak of paint he spread down your shirt.

You looked down at it, then back up at him.  “Satoru!”

He let out a laugh, tossing the brush to the side, not bothering to look as it clattered over the covered floors.  “Sorry, couldn’t say ‘no’ to those thoughts.”

You charged at him with your arms extended to swat playfully at him.  He grabbed your biceps with an iron grip and pulled you close to subdue you.  It worked, but not before you squirmed in his embrace, making sure his shirt was covered in paint as well.

After you had stopped moving, his grip loosened and he pulled back, examining your shirt with a mock concern.  He tugged at the hem, seeing that what was once a stripe of paint had spread to cover the whole front of your shirt during the tussle.

“Hun, I think your shirt is ruined,” he commented, corners of his mouth turning up at the sight of your indignation.  He stooped down so close that his lips were brushing your ear.  “Think you should get rid of it now.”

You decided to take his comment literally (how he intended).  You shoved him playfully, pulling it off over your head, revealing your bare chest.  His jaw dropped as he tried to croak out a response to your actions, but you beat him to the punch.

“Guess I had no choice but to take it off,” you murmured.  Your eyes flickered down to his shirt and back up to how his jaw tightened.  He took the cue, slightly fumbling with the hem, but he didn’t any move to remove it.  You took a step toward him, your heart beginning to race.  The afternoon air wasn’t nearly cold enough to make your nipples hard, but the sight of Satoru sure was.  The golden light shining through the windows made him look like an angel with the way it illuminated the dust around him and the sweat still shining on his skin.

“I think that would apply to you too, ‘Toru.”  You closed the gap with another step as you reached for the bottom of his shirt.  He continued a forward movement, pressing his whole front against you.  The friction of your nipples rubbing against his shirt ignited a heat between your legs.

“‘Mkay.”  He lifted a hand to gently stroke your cheek.  His thumb rubbed roughly against the skin before he pulled it back to show you the paint on his finger.  You swatted his hand away, forcing his attention onto you.  “Take it off then.”

A smile rose to your lips as you obliged happily, nimbly tugging his shirt up to reveal his chiseled abdomen.  The sight never failed to take your breath away.  You let your fingers skim over his muscles as you pulled his shirt up over his body.  His arms lifted gracefully to make your job easier, and after throwing it to the side, he was bare chested.

Before you could lift your eyes to meet his, his lips met yours gently.  A tiny moan escaped you at the silky softness of his.  Your hands found his arms and you gave them a satisfying squeeze.  The muscles rippled in response to your touch.  Your fingers skimmed up and down over his skin, eliciting heavy breaths from Satoru.  

After just a few moments, your fingers felt raw.  With a start, you realized that the bumps on Satoru’s skin were clumps of sawdust clumped together by sweat.  It made things difficult, as it seemed to be everywhere and was rough on your fingertips.  You started to dust him off, ignoring how the grainy flecks stuck between your fingers.

He pushed you backwards, hands beginning to wander as his tongue swiped over your bottom lip.  You opened your mouth in response, letting out another moan – this one louder than the first – as his hands wound around to your backside, giving your ass a solid squeeze, a cheek in each hand.

You opened your eyes to see his reaction at the sound you had made - the looks of which you were not in the least disappointed by.  Satoru’s eyes widened with surprise, then narrowed as his pupils blew out.  Any sense of reservation with you was gone as soon as the vibrations left your throat.  Half pushing, half carrying you, your bodies collided with the fireplace wall.

The wet paint stuck to your skin, the scent once again invading your nostrils after the sappy sweetness of Satoru’s had taken over your senses for those brief moments.  You pulled away from the kiss, chest heaving.  Satoru gave you a questioning glance before diving down to plant open mouthed kisses on your neck.  Your hands met his hair, lightly pushing him away, but he didn’t pay much attention to your efforts.

“‘Toru, t-the paint’s still wet,” you squeaked as he sucked on the skin.  He mumbled something against your neck before biting it lightly, tugging it between his teeth.  The heat between your legs blazed even more intensely at Satoru’s tunnel vision.  His passion was just too much to ignore.  A feral groan left your lips as that one action sealed the wet walls’ fate for the night.  

“Fuck it,” you sighed.  Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.  Lips collided again as he took full advantage of your abandon, wrapping you up in his arms completely.  He squeezed you tightly.  Your chest flattened against his.  His tongue was warm in your mouth.  With a low moan, his fingers looped through the belt loops of your jeans, tugging you directly to where the tent in his pants was.  A gasp passed between your mouths at the friction.

The moment seemed to spark something within him as he pulled back from your mouth.  You pouted, trying to stand on your tiptoes to reach his again.  Your fingers danced across his shoulders.  He towered over you, eyes darkened with lust.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded, pulling on your loops to emphasize his words.  Your response was immediate, obeying him fully, sticking out your tongue slightly.  His hands untangled from your belt loops, ghosting over the skin of your chest up to your throat.  One hand tightened around it while the other stroked your cheek lovingly.  You blinked rapidly, waiting for him to do anything else.

It wasn’t much longer, as he had paused for a minute to gather spit in his mouth.  Pursing his lips, he parted them slightly, letting a dribble of spit through them.  Not faltering in your pose, you let it hit your tongue, watching intently as the rest of the warm liquid left his lips.  Once he had finished, he gave your throat a light squeeze.  A signal to swallow.  You obliged, taking it in full and giving him a sultry smile afterwards.

“God, you’re so hot,” he growled, your lips meeting once again.  His hands left their position and wrapped around your waist once again, pulling you closer to him.  As he pried you off the wall, your nipples perked at the cold hitting your back.  It was accompanied by the strange tightness of the paint beginning to dry on it.  

It wasn’t long before he slammed you against the far wall.  At least, you thought it was.  You were so disoriented already from Satoru’s intense onslaught of passionate kisses, but you didn’t care.  One wall was already ruined, what was the hurt in fucking up the others?

The kissing was fierce, passionate.  You both fought for dominance, though it was always Satoru who won out in the end, even when you decided to take control and pin him against the wall instead (which, in any case, you knew he enjoyed).  Over and over you turned, covering every inch of the wall with your bodies.

It seemed that Satoru shared the same mentality, as the process repeated itself again and again until you pulled back to catch your breath.  You glanced around, and a laugh escaped your lips.  Satoru sighed, following your eyeline until a guffaw left his lungs as well.  The surveillance led us to the discovery that the initial makeout had left your entire backside (ass included) covered in green paint; this in turn, with Satoru’s slamming you against the far wall, had led to your ass displayed on every inch of it.

“Well, that was something I didn’t expect to ever see on the wall of a house,” you commented, bumping into your lover.  He chuckled, planting a kiss on your temple.  His arm wrapped around your waist, the warmth of his body sending a shiver through you.

“I personally love the view.”  To emphasize his point, he grabbed your ass and squeezed it, leaving his hand covered in paint.  “I think it’s missing something, though.”

“And what’s that?”  You looked at him, seeing the usual devilish grin spread across his face.  He didn’t even have to see your face to recognize the quizzical look that you would give him when he had one of his crazy ideas.

“Well, two things.”  He held up two fingers to you like you didn’t know how to count.  “First of all, I want your bare ass there, so take off your jeans.  Second, mine isn’t there!”

You laughed, the sound echoing throughout the empty room.  “What are we gonna do, slather paint all over your ass and have you stamp the walls?”

“Yeah?  What else?”  His nonchalant tone drew a giggle from you.  Your eyes widened with glee, not expecting him to have been serious at all.  He turned to you, face brightening at your enthusiasm.

“Oh, this is gonna be golden!” you smirked, getting the paint roller and the pans of paint.  Together, you stripped down bare, throwing your pants in a pile where your shirts were.  Because your prints were already there, Satoru was adamant about getting painted first.  Indulging him, you knelt on the ground, prying open an extra can of paint that you had bought in the hopes of finding a use for it.  The pretty lilac color poured out into your spare paint tray.  Satoru giggled in delight as you soaked the roller and gestured for him to turn around.

“Okay, it’s gonna be cold,” you warned, not hesitating to start to roll the paint on the back of his thighs and over his ass.  He squealed like a schoolgirl, wincing at the temperature on his sensitive skin.  “Chill out!  You’ve faced worse than this, you baby.”

He didn’t say anything, but stilled his body as you put more than was needed on his skin.  After you covered him with a copious amount, you tapped on his calf.  “I think you’re good to try.”

“Ooh, I can’t wait to see!”  He ran over to the wall and leaned against it, making sure his legs were flat against it as well.  He gave you a dramatic look, crossing his arms to emphasize his mock impatience.  Lifting his arm to check his imaginary watch, he sighed.

A soft smile rose to your lips, watching his theatrics.  The golden light filtering in through the window illuminated him beautifully.  The sawdust was almost completely shaken from his skin, as was a result of your fierce kissing earlier; however, a few motes still unstuck themselves from him and drifted away, looking like little fireflies in the dazzling glow.

He sparkled like Christmas lights, standing there so nonchalantly, yet looking like a Renoir.  The shadows cast by his handsome features cut so deep against his skin, the crests and valleys of his toned muscles like a landscape you felt like you had yet to explore.  Eyes widening, you shook your head to bring yourself from your staring.

“I don’t think it would take that long for it to settle,” you told him with a knowing smile.  “Hop off and let’s see it.”

His eyes widened at the odd sensation as he pulled away from the wall.  You gasped, seeing the stamp of his ass.  You knew it was going to be hilarious, but the imprint of his ass seeming to hover over the backs of his thighs in the middle of the wall sent you into a fit of laughter.  His laughter soon followed when he saw the shapes.

Your stomach began to ache as you laid down on the ground, still in throes of giggles.  Satoru came and sat down next to you, petting your head, watching you chuckle at the scene.

“Isn’t it just a work of art?” he commented.  You rolled your eyes, sitting up and getting your own paint tray with the olive green still sitting inside of it.  You stood up, turning and gesturing to the tools.

“My turn!” you sang, swiveling your hips.  Without fail, Satoru’s hands cupped the bottom of your ass, lifting and shaking it.  You craned your neck to see him watching it jiggle in wonder.  With a sigh, you turned back around, waiting for him to roll paint onto it.  Without warning, his teeth sunk into the fleshy skin.  

“What the fuck!” you yelped, whirling around to flick him in the forehead.  His teeth flashed into a grin as he narrowly avoided your fingers, picking up the roller instead.  “God, you’re insufferable.”

“What?  I just couldn’t help myself.”  His sweet tone threatened to make your teeth rot.  While it hurt at first, the pleasure of it was beginning to hit as the irritated skin began to heat up.  You shifted uncomfortably, not exactly wanting to ask him to do it again, but wanting it all the same.

“Just paint my ass.”

“Now that’s a sentence I’d never thought I’d hear coming out of your mouth,” he snickered, not even warning you that he was going to start.  You sucked in a breath at the cool feeling on your bare skin, not wanting to show your discomfort as much as he did.  The coolness felt wonderful on the spot where he bit you.  He finished in a few seconds, the foreign sensation ceasing as quickly as it began.

You ran over to where he stamped the wall and sat against it.  The height difference made you giggle as you imagined the print of your ass barely level with his thighs.  After a few seconds, you pulled back, grimacing at the sticky sensation.  You turned around and slapped a hand over your mouth, seeing the plumpness of your ass on the wall.

“We should frame that and put it in the Louvre,” Satoru joked, coming up beside you and wrapping an arm around you.  You turned to him, pulling closer, your chests pressed against each other.  Your mouth was slightly ajar, not even wanting to say anything to him.  You were both naked, and you wanted him.

When he looked down and saw your expression, he licked his lips hungrily before your lips collided.  The kiss deepened without hesitation, with Satoru’s tongue slipping into your mouth.  His arms enveloped you easily, pulling you closer, roaming all over your bare back.  The gentle skim of his fingers sent shivers down your spine.  He tilted his head down slightly, breaking the contact of your lips enough to leave your foreheads pressed together.  Your eyes met as heavy pants passed between your lungs.

“Lay down, sweets,” he murmured, cupping your face in his hands.  You nodded and obeyed without a word, the tarp crinkling underneath you.  A low whistle escaped his lips as you spread your legs for him, the cool air hitting the heat gathered between your thighs.  He crouched down, marveling at the view before moving in closer.  As he crawled to settle between your legs, something other than the tarp crinkled.  

Your eyes widened as you looked to the source of the sound, finding that Satoru had accidentally placed his hand into the lilac paint.  You opened your mouth to protest as Satoru shrugged and proceeded to continue his approach, but he held his clean hand up to his lips.

“Let me paint you, baby,” he murmured.  You swear he could’ve slid inside then and there because his statement nearly made you gush.  His soft white hair tickled your inner thighs as he reached his journey’s end.  He looped his arms around your thighs, his left hand smearing wet paint all over your leg. 

The slippery sensation felt amazing as he squeezed and massaged them, planting kisses on the sensitive skin of your thighs that made your pussy flutter.  He sighed, hot breath tickling the needy skin, before licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit.  You moaned, arching your back at the contact.  You reached down, tangling your fingers in his hair to hold on for dear life.  He chuckled lowly, his painted hand untangling from your leg.  He watched, beginning to suck on your clit, as his hand snaked up your body, leaving a trail of lilac paint.  

Satoru’s huge hand kneaded your tit, leaving a handprint to mark his territory.  You squirmed in his grasp, the chilly paint causing your nipples to pebble into peaks.  He pinched one as he buried his face in your pussy, picking up the pace.  Even in the haze his fervor cast upon you, the exaggerated movements of his hands smearing paint all over your torso grounded you in the moment.

You pulled him closer by the hair, moans spilling from your lips.  Even with your eyes squeezed shut, you could imagine everything that he was doing with the heightened senses that your arousal gifted you with.  His other arm unwound itself from your leg and trailed up your torso, arriving at your mouth.

“Open up, princess,” he cooed against your pussy, causing you to squirm against the vibration of his voice.  You did as you were told and he didn’t hesitate to slip his pointer and middle finger inside.  You hollowed out your cheeks, sucking obediently, swirling your tongue around his fingers to coat them with your saliva before he pulled them out.

“Good girl.”  Your eyes widened as he spread his digits apart, watching the trails of spit that webbed his fingers with a lustful gaze.  He briefly rubbed them on your clit, then swiftly plunged them into your cunt.  You cried out as he curled them upwards, finding the spot he knew so well.  He swirled them around a bit, finding a good rhythm and watching you wriggle before gracing your clit with his mouth once again.

The second he resumed his work, you could already feel yourself getting close.  You couldn’t help that each exhale was an obnoxious moan; Satoru knew your body better than you did.  The slurping sounds that came from between your legs could’ve made a nun blush as he worked his hardest to bring you to a climax.

The heat spread everywhere on your body as the complementarity of Satoru’s rhythmic fingering and incessant tonguing worked together to stimulate you.  Your legs began to shake as your eyes rolled back into your head.  Your fingers pulled harder on his hair, telling him to keep it up because you couldn’t form the words with your own mouth.

“You’re close, hm?” he purred, scissoring his fingers against your velvet walls.  You squeezed your thighs together, trapping him.

“Mmhm,” you managed to squeak out.  Without a word, he resumed his speed, your pussy throbbing against his mouth.  Pulsing muscles constricted and loosened rapidly as they sucked his fingers deeper into your cunt.  The intensifying loudness of your moans sung of the quick approach to your orgasm.

“Cum for me, darling,” he egged you on, watching in satisfaction as you unraveled before him.  You cried out, legs seizing up as the orgasm hit you like a freight train.  He continued his onslaught, mouth and hand working to keep the stimulation going, while his other hand was still massaging your breast.

The waves of pleasure began to ebb away, and the stars cleared from your vision.  You sighed happily, massaging Satoru’s scalp as he slowed his pace.  Your body jerked occasionally, still in the throes of the ebbing orgasm.  He picked his head up, planting kisses up your abdomen, settling on the breast that he hadn’t covered in paint.  His other hand remained in your cunt, still massaging your g-spot.  His thumb roved your clit in lieu of his mouth.  Your head spun as he tongued and sucked on your nipple, setting off fireworks all over your body.  

“S’toru,” you whined, “kiss me… please?”

He released your nipple with a soft pop, teeth flashing in a luminous smile.  “I love it when you beg for me,” he murmured, twisting his fingers deliciously.  The buttery smoothness of his lips brushed against yours, fueling the flames in your belly.  You melted into him, pliable as putty as he worked you into another climb up the mountain of pleasure.  

“Ngh, fuck!” you choked out as your head rolled back, gripping his shoulders.  Your moans were quickly muffled by his mouth on yours, enveloping the soft tissue and every sound that came from it.  His lips were impossibly smooth, contradicting the roughness of his fingers that rolled within you.  Satoru’s teeth bit and tugged on your bottom lip, before parting your lips with his tongue and gently sliding it inside your mouth.  His face pulled away, watching your expression contort with neediness.  The paint drying on his spare hand, he reached past your head, fumbling with his clothes.

You opened your mouth to ask what he was doing, but it quickly snapped shut when you saw his blindfold dangling from his hand.  The grin on his face was telling of what he was going to say, and you were more than eager to agree.  Before you knew it, Satoru was slipping the blindfold over your head, settling it gently over your eyes, surprisingly all while still keeping a steady rhythm massaging your g-spot.

“You doin’ okay, sweetheart?” Satoru’s voice showered down on you from his position above.  You could hear the smile in his tone at the sight of you splayed out underneath him, completely at his mercy.  The thought made you nearly gush.

“Uh-huh, ‘Toru,” you moaned sweetly, relishing in the warmth of his body on yours.  The brush of his lips on your mouth nearly made you jump out of your skin, but you soon dissolved into the contact as his tongue slid inside of your mouth.  He threatened to swallow you whole, your tongues intertwining like snakes, salia mixing sloppily.

“Can you take another, pretty girl?”  Satoru’s lips left yours and whispered the question directly into your ear.  The ghost of his breath brushed against sensitive skin, sending shivers down your spine.  A whimper escaped you, but you nodded, clinging to his shoulders.  He didn’t hesitate to plunge an extra finger into your cunt, letting your walls assimilate to the stretch.  He spread his fingers wide within you, eliciting a cry from your lips.

“So much,” you mumbled, the familiar feeling of the tears prickling in the bridge of your nose as you struggled to take his three fingers.  Despite your whimpering, he continued, relentlessly curling his long fingers to tickle the spot that ruined you every time.  As he continued gently pumping his digits into you, your walls assimilated to the girth.

“Helpin’ you get ready for the main show.”  The smile was evident in his voice as he planted a kiss on your open mouth, ignoring your eyebrows knitting together, ignoring the trembling of your entire body, but especially ignoring your knees weakly struggling to come together, blocked by his hips lodged between them.  

The alien chill of paint covered the skin of your throat as his hand wrapped around it, gently squeezing. Your head began to pound with each beat of your heart.  After a few more moments of his fingers dexterously massaging the soft skin of your neck, his hand traveled upwards, grabbing the sides of your face and squishing them together.

“Open up for me, darling,” he purred.  You didn’t need to see to feel brilliant blue eyes, darkened with lust, as they pierced through you.  Your mouth went dry as you forced it open.  Your tongue protruded, waiting for what you knew was to come.  His finger brushed against your cheek as he pushed the blindfold up slightly, allowing you to watch the scene that unfolded.  Without fail, Satoru stuck out his own tongue, watching lazily as the spit he gathered dropped from one mouth to another.

The fire in your belly exploded at the feral gleam in his eyes, at the renewed ferocity that he plunged his fingers into your cunt, at the tantalizing movement of his thumb on your clit.  A gurgle escaped your lips at a particularly potent movement within you that zapped like electricity throughout your veins.   Your nails dug into his skin as you fought to keep your head from spinning off.

“Uh-uh,” Satoru tsked, shaking your head back and forth easily to emphasize his words.  You hadn’t even realized that your mouth snapped shut.  “Don’t swallow yet.”

A tear slipped from your bleary eyes, rolling down your cheek.  His lips were on your face in an instant, kissing the wetness away.  Your lips trembled, along with your whole body, as Satoru’s digits wreaked havoc within your velvet walls.  The fire in your belly spread throughout your limbs, rendering you a shaking mess as your orgasm came barrelling at you.

“S’toru?” you mewled, drool spilling from the corner of your mouth.  He fixed his attention on you without words, eyes gleaming at you as they watched you struggle to string sounds together.  “Can I swallow now?”

The question must’ve sounded so silly with the amount of spit impeding your speech, but Satoru only gently kissed your forehead, his voice rumbling against you.  “Of course, princess.”

As the warm, slightly sweet liquid descended down your throat, one of your hands ceased gripping his shoulder like a lifeline and fumbled around the tarp.  You could feel his eyes looking inquisitively at you, but you ignored it as your hand found what you wanted.  The gooey viscosity of the olive paint coated your hand.  As you removed your hand from the tray, the excess paint dripped off, splattering onto the tarp.  The foreign feeling of skin through the barrier of paint met your hand as you placed it on the back of Satoru’s neck, pulling him closer to you.

Your lips met his ear, the pungent scent of the fresh paint flooding your nose once again at the proximity.  “Can I cum, ‘Toru?  ‘M close, babe.”

With a kiss to your neck, he removed his dexterous digits.  You cried out, surprised by the empty feeling, missing the stimulation both inside and out of you.  Looking down, you saw that Satoru had simultaneously begun to line himself with your entrance.  Your eyes widened as you saw what you had been hoping for, biting your lip in excitement.  His body twisted slightly as he reached for something behind him.

“You ready?”

He already knew the answer.  A cheeky smile lit up his face, telling you everything you needed to know.  His ego needed to be stroked.  You needed to be filled.  Mutual interests.

You shoved those thoughts out of your head, filling them with your desire for Satoru and Satoru alone.  You had chosen each other, claimed the other for yourselves.  Passion filled the air around you - had already begun to seep through the walls of the house as you made it your own.

You nibbled on your lower lip, blinking your eyes like a doe.  He softened seeing your expression, leaning down lower so that the hair that cascaded down tickled your forehead.

“Yes, baby.” 

His thick cock plunged into your weeping cunt all while he wrapped his freshly painted hand around your throat.  A struggling moan left your lips as your body attempted to become accustomed to both feelings, but the overwhelming intensity of being stretched by his cock and being painted as his property sent your head spinning.

The blindfold slipped down over your eyes once again at Satoru’s slow but powerful thrusts, leaving you dazed.  The tarp beneath you crinkled loudly at your movements, but you paid it no mind.  His pace halted for a second, then resumed as his other hand joined in on the Pollock that was your body.  His other hand remained gripping your throat as the freshly coated member roamed your body, coating it in the beautiful lilac paint.

You fumbled blindly for your paint tray, your wandering hands finally finding purchase once you gripped the plastic.  You pulled it closer to yourself and plunged your hands into the cool liquid, not caring that paint was dripping everywhere - down your arms, onto the tarp.  They slunk over Satoru’s body, coating him in the beautiful olive hue.  As much as you wanted to see the art you were making, you also loved that it would be a surprise when he let you take off the blindfold.

The tip of Satoru’s dick knocked against your cervix as he picked up his pace, his cock beginning to twitch within you.  You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, holding him closer to you.  He tweaked your nipples, face buried in the crook of your neck as your neediness brought him closer to his high.  You wrapped your legs around his waist, hoisting yourself up off the ground for him to get a better angle.

“Ah, fuck,” he panted into the sensitive skin of your neck, “you’re killin’ me, babe.”

You only smiled, tilting your head back at the way his hips rutted against yours, at the way he rubbed against your clit so deliciously, at the way his balls slapped against the crease of your ass, dripping with the juices that flowed from you.  His tip nuzzled so perfectly inside that it brought tears to your eyes.  Your walls had stretched to accommodate his huge length, squeezing him so nicely.

The coil in your center needed to be unraveled.  Moans poured from your lips as you used the leverage you had wrapped around him to feebly fuck him back, eliciting a string of curses falling from his mouth.  Your tongues intertwined sloppily, ministrations pouring from mouth to mouth as you both approached your high.

“C-cum with me?” you panted against Satoru’s moist mouth.  He only managed to get out a grunt as you felt him jump inside you once again.  He fucked you hard and fast, breath nearly flaming in your mouth.  Your wet hands roamed all over his body, quickly followed by your nails digging into his soft skin as fireworks exploded within you.  Without warning, your orgasm hit harder than you expected, eliciting an obnoxious moan from your lungs as you held him impossibly close, squeezed him impossibly tighter.

That was all he needed as he came inside you, shuddering breath spewing against the soft skin of your chest as he planted open mouthed kisses against the unpainted inches of your breasts (at least, you hoped that he wasn’t ingesting paint).  Your walls continued to contract, milking him dry as you felt him spilling in you, opting to paint your inner walls instead of the living room.

Your body convulsed with the power of the orgasm, your legs falling limp to the tarp, unable to hold themselves up anymore.  His dick slipped out of you as your ass hit the ground, the empty feeling drawing a cry from your lips.  You lay there, panting, feeling his cum leak out of you.

Satoru nestled into you, weighing on you like a security blanket, as you both recovered from your highs.  Your fingers tangled in his hair, relishing in the movement of his chest against yours, nothing separating you as you lay tangled on the floor of your living room, in your house, in the new chapter of your lives beginning.  You pressed a kiss into his hair, letting out a content sigh.

You wanted to stay like this forever.  To remain in the arms of your lover, on the floor of the living room in your new home.  To freeze this moment where he was all yours, when his mind was only on you, on you both, and nothing else.  You knew that eventually you would both go back to work, he would go on amazing and dangerous missions, and you would be left alone in the empty house, waiting for him to come back.  But, at least you would have this memory - you would know that you were his and he was yours.

“Let’s go on a field trip!” Satoru giggled, jolting you from your peaceful reverie.  Your hands flew to coat themselves in paint, as you knew that he was moving you away from the tray - and you wanted to continue with your game.  His arms wrapped you up and lifted you.  Your nipples perked at the cool air on your back.  Paint and cum dripped off your body as you wrapped your legs around his torso, squeaking at the slightest brush of his abs against your clit.  In no time, you hit a wall.  Satoru’s hands were on your ass in an instant, lowering you to sink down onto his dick.

A cry escaped your lips as you felt like being split in two all over again, your cum leaking all over him from your last orgasm.  A shudder rocked through your body as a breath hissed out of you.  Nails burrowed into skin feebly to counteract the pain of his girth stretching you.

His fingers dug into the supple flesh of your ass, painting it with his lilac liquid as he easily suspended you against the wall.  You felt the damp paint begin to streak across the wall as he bounced you up and down on his cock, his face buried in your neck, gently kissing and biting the sensitive skin.

The prickly feeling of tears in your nose rose to a peak as your clit dragged against his front.  Swollen from overstimulation, it throbbed weakly, your cunt weeping at the painful pleasure.  Tears began to stain the blindfold as they fell from your eyes, just barely leaking out from underneath to streak down your cheeks.  You sniffled, clinging to Satoru’s broad shoulders.

At the sound, a chill hit your neck as Satoru removed his face.  His lips were pressing to your cheeks instantly, kissing the tears away once again.  Warmth spread all over your body, being wrapped up in the arms of the sun itself.

“Oh, princess,” he muttered, still peppering kisses over your face even though the tears were gone.  “Don’t cry!  Look how well you’re taking my cock.  You’re being so, so good for me.”

You mustered up a smile at his praises as his lips collided with yours once again.  Pressing your back against the wall, you angled your body so that you were able to grind in circles on him.  The overstimulation zapped within you every few strokes, but it was beginning to ebb away at the rising crest of pleasure.

“Fuck, just like that, baby,” Satoru groaned, beginning to rut into you faster.  By now, all of his cum had leaked out of you, splattering distastefully onto the floor.  He seemed to notice the sound at the same time you did, as it fueled him further.

“Maybe that attempt might not’ve gotten you pregnant,” he hissed into your ear, self control beginning to dissipate.  “Maybe I should fuck another baby into you, hm?”

“Uh-huh,” was all you managed to force out at the ferocity in which he began railing into you.  His energy never failed to amaze you, and never failed to pleasure you.  One of your hands flew to the wall to steady yourself, smearing paint all over it in the process.

“Yeah, yeah, let’s see you pumped full of cum again, baby.  Is that what you want?  Want me to cum in you again?”

His actions were nothing short of animalistic as he pushed, pressed, pinched every inch of your body, beginning to nip at the skin of your neck as he began to lose control.  Your feeble mind could barely keep up with his physical and spoken output.  Your eyes squeezed shut under the blindfold, then opened, seeing nothing.

“Yes, please, ‘Toru.”  Your breathing came in gasps as your high drew nearer.  You could see stars in the corner of your vision as the coil in your belly threatened to unravel, spilling honey from your sex at every thrust.

“Please what?”  The teasing tone of his voice was a poor cover up at the desire for you to satisfy him, to play into his fantasy that he wanted - no, needed - to make a reality.

“Please - ngh!” you couldn’t finish the sentence.  Your mind was fogging up, halting all mental processes.  All you could think about was his cock drilling into you, your walls weakly squeezing to keep up with his pace.  His lips pressed against your chest, tasting the salt that covered your skin.

“Say it, baby.”  The softness of his voice soothingly flowed over your ears, gently caressed you and carried you to the precipice of your orgasm.  You drew a deep breath, forcing your brain to put together sounds.

“Please… let me make you a daddy!”

The words tumbled from your lips like prayers, falling on the ears of a sympathetic god, who showed mercy by pounding into your sopping pussy.  Your lover, althought he was the one who physically dominated you, was easily emotionally bent to your will like a spring sapling.  His pace faltered slightly, then picked up with a new vigor as he processed your request.

“Oh, that… that’s my girl!” he forced out, cock twitching uncontrollably within you.  One of his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you up, while the other reached to grab your throat.  At the stimulation of the sensitive skin, he pushed you over the edge of your orgasm.  You came together for the second time, mixing his seed with your juices once again as they both ran down your thighs, spilling onto his cock.

The cries that came from your lips could’ve made the neighbors call the cops.  You clung to each other, suspended in a mindblowing orgasm, his hips erratically slapping against yours.  Hot breath mixed between your mouths as your lips collided, soft moans expelled between the both of them.  You were so close - your breaths were mixing, you couldn’t tell where his body ended and yours began, you were truly one.

“I love dragging you around like my little braindead cumslut,” Satoru whispered into your ear.  Your eyebrows furrowed at his unprovoked statement, but you couldn’t help that his words made your walls clench around him.

All of a sudden, his arms disappeared, and you were supported by nothing.  Struggling to find your bearings, being blindfolded, you flailed wildly.  Satoru’s laughter drew a smile from your own lips as he caught you again and set you down, letting you find your footing.  

You wanted to slap at him for teasing you, but your brain was still recovering, still searching your other senses to make sense of your reality.  Before you could string two thoughts together, his hand was on the small of your back, guiding you a few paces away.  Without warning, he pushed you over, sending you slamming nearly face first into a wall.

“Fuck!  ‘Toru, that hurt!”  Your whines fell on deaf ears as he spread your ass, whistling at the sight of the cum dripping down between your thighs.  Your hands flew to brace yourself on the wall as he began ramming into you once again, slipping in without incident.  His hands slid down your arms, coating them in paint.  They finally found purchase as they reached your hands, intertwining with your fingers and raising them far up over your head.

As much as you struggled against him, you were powerless to tear your hands from his grasp.  His cock slid in and out of you seamlessly, coated with the results of… how many orgasms?  Five?  You didn’t know, you lost count.  Satoru peppered your shoulders, the grooved blades of your back, the nape of your neck, with kisses, eliciting soft moans from your mouth in opposition to the jarring ones that occurred if he thrusted into you, hitting a certain point that made your body twitch.

His hands released yours and they fell to your eye level, resuming their position in holding you up against the wall.  Right after you had righted yourself, had steady footing, was about to fuck him back, he surprised you with slaps to your ass.  The paint dulled them, the wet slapping sound echoing throughout the living room.

You turned to look at him, sneakily pushing up the blindfold with a free hand, to take in the sight, watching as he, tongue sticking out of his lips in focus, reared back, hand dripping with paint.  The cold sting of his palm met the sensitive skin of your ass as he cocked his arm back for another hit in quick succession, almost making a drumbeat of spanking your ass.  The movement was carefree, as if he was swatting an annoying bug away from him.

Paint covered his front, the lilac and olive and white all mixing together to make a swirl of beauty.  It mesmerized you, the way it clung to his body, emphasizing and complimenting his stunning figure, the valleys of his abdominals, the rugged landscape of his muscles.

You turned back to the wall, the blindfold slipping over your eyes once again.  They squeezed shut as he ceased, obviously pleased with how the lilac paint melted in with the redness of the plowed skin.  He grabbed your ass in his ginormous hands, gently massaging it, spreading and closing it, using the cheeks in ways that took both he and you to new heights of pleasure.  

“Definitely think,” he panted, lips against your ear, “that we need to frame your ass.”

Before you could even open your mouth to answer, your hands were in his once again, but he twisted your arms around to your back.  He looped an arm through yours, settling the lock at the crooks of your elbows, decommissioning your movements once again.  Your hands opened and snapped shut, grasping as nothing as his thrusts intensified.

His other hand, still damp with paint, roamed over your breasts, massaging and pinching the bare skin.  They had been previously coated, but knowing how meticulous Satoru could be, he made sure they were absolutely slathered in copious amounts of his paint.

He pressed you into the wall again, and you felt the paint stick to the surface in the shape of your breasts.  Your cheeks flamed at the thought of your entire body painted across the living room walls.  But you knew that Satoru loved it, that he would be drooling over it until you decided to paint over the walls and adjust the hues to match the aesthetic that you were aiming for.

With his free hand finished with creating art out of your breasts, it traveled north, finding purchase around your neck like a piece of jewelry you’d always worn.  He squeezed lightly and tilted your head back, just barely restricting your airway enough for your breath to come in rasps.

“Open up, darling.”

Like a robot, your jaw dropped and your tongue shot out, waiting for the familiar feeling of his spit.  He didn’t leave you waiting long, as almost as soon as you obeyed him, his saliva was dribbling down onto your taste buds.  You smiled lightly at the feeling, loving the fact that you could share this moment and label it as intimate.

“Swallow.”

Your pussy fluttered around his length, eager to obey.  A sigh escaped his lips as he watched your throat bob with the odd angle that it was working against.  He planted a sweet kiss to your lips, his nose brushing against your chin.  The contact was lost, then found again as he nuzzled his face against your neck for a moment, before pulling away again.

“Open.”  His command seemed desperate, like it was the only thing keeping him from stepping off a ledge.  As much as you wanted to make fun of his theatrics, your mouth snapped open, eager to have another part of him in you.  He wasted no time, coating your tongue with his saliva.

“Now wait.”

The only thing you could do was whine as your jaw began to ache from holding your mouth open for so long.  He released his hold on your throat, but in true Gojo fashion, wasted no time in executing his next movement.  He swiftly looped an arm under your left leg, pulling it upwards until you felt like your hips would split in half.  You squealed in discomfort, drool spilling from the corners of your lips, your body being bent a million different ways.  For the first time in the afternoon, Satoru relented, releasing your arms.

Your hands tangled in his hair as he bit into the soft skin of your neck, of your shoulders, back pressed against his chest.  His dick, at this new angle, hit your sweet spot more perfect than before, if that was even possible.  He went deeper, you squeezed him tighter, you were closer.

He thrusted into you, the tempo threatening to cast you into nothingness.  With each movement you were pressed harder and harder into the wall, the paint sticking to the surface.  It ached to pull you in, to suck you into the wall, to the white paint that was still drying, now mixing with the two hues that Satoru and you decorated each other with.

“One more, baby,” he cooed against the flaming skin of your shoulder.  “L-lemme cum… one more time… in you.”

“Anytime, ‘Toru,” you teased, but the playful lilt in your voice was lost as he didn’t hesitate to shoot inside of you.  You squealed at the way his cock jumped in you, knocking against the spot that was your downfall.  His balls slapped against your clit, shoving you over the edge of an orgasm you didn’t know you were approaching.

You toes curled and cracked at the force in which the crest of pleasure hit you.  Your legs gave way and you lost control of yourself for a moment, the drool you had been holding in your mouth spilling like a waterfall over your bruised lips.  Satoru was quick to catch you, laughing at your frailty, which for once, you didn’t mind.

His lips were on your face, kissing and licking away the spit that had escaped the trap of your mouth.  He supported you in a way you didn’t think you’d ever need, but surprisingly, you didn’t mind relying on someone for help.  A warmness spread in your chest at the affirmation that you truly loved him - you loved him enough to not complain at him holding your drool-soaked and cumstained body limp in his arms.

“God, you are just so full of cum, aren’t you, baby?” Satoru purred into your hair, stroking it gently.  You could only muster a weak “mmhm,” your body still shaking from the overstimulation and the last orgasm he unleashed on you.  “Well, are you gonna let me taste?”

You didn’t have time to answer before he scooped you up in his arms, giving you the vivid sensation of flying.  A coolness met your ass as he set you down on what you could only assume was the mantle of the fireplace.  He spread your legs apart, ignoring the fact that they attempted to squeeze together to protect your weeping cunt from being stimulated further.

“S-satoru,” you winced, “I’m sensitive!”

It was no matter to him, however.  He pulled your bottom slightly forward, so that your ass was teetering on the edge of the tile, giving him better access to your aching center.  A loud cry escaped your lips as he gave your swollen clit a few soft licks.

You whimpered, your thighs trembling around him as he sucked on your impossibly sensitive bud.  Your hands tangled in his hair, the gummy paint clinging to it and clumping it together.  After a few more moments of relentless stimulation, he seemed to ease up, giving way to softer movements against your weeping cunt.

“You should see yourself,” Satoru muttered against you.  “Sitting like a queen.”

Perched like royalty on the furnishing that had given you enough trouble to start this whole session in the first place.  You chuckled at the thought of it, at the sight of your past selves wrestling to coat each other in paint what seemed like days ago.  It was fitting to end your love making where it began, fitting to christen your house to be yours.

“Hah,” you breathed, “I can only imagine the sight.”

A sigh escaped his lips, the hot breath on your sensitive center making your legs twinge.  His hands gently squeezed your thighs, each press planting flowers across your skin.  The soft tufts of his hair tickled the inside of your legs as he nuzzled impossibly closer to your cunt.

“Spit in my mouth.”  His request couldn’t have been more foreign, but you tried your best anyway.  You leaned over, assuming that your trajectory would be right, or that he would make it work.  Gathering the saliva in your mouth, you let it fall from your lips.  A chuckle came from beneath you, so you assumed your aim was okay.

Your mixed spit was spewed from Satoru’s mouth as he spit it onto your already dripping cunt, the liquid leaking down between your asscheeks.  You gasped at the sensation, beginning to lose feeling in your toes as another orgasm approached.  Your eyes shut tight, but even with the blindfold, fireworks still exploded in your vision.

You were definitely not going to be able to walk for a few days.

The thought drew a bitter laugh from your lips that was quickly cut short by Satoru’s dexterous tongue flicking across your clit.  Your teeth sunk so deep into your bottom lip that the skin threatened to tear.  At his relentless pace, your muscles pulled impossibly tense, taut, as you sat, rigid, teeth bared as ungodly sounds poured from your mouth.

And then, he would soften.  Pull back and kiss and lick the inside of your thighs, place love bites, suckle on the warm skin to leave marks you would marvel at for days.  He’d massage the tender skin, draw patterns with the remaining paint.  He’d study you like a scholar, memorizing the view of your exposed throat as your head tilted back, mouth open as moans spilled forth.

It was a cycle that he continued, pressing you further to your orgasm, then relenting to give you a break.  Over and over again, never stopping, like you were the shore and he was the tide, pressing in and pulling away, constant, always present.

After what seemed like hours of edging, you were finally on the precipice of what you actually hoped was your last orgasm.  Your body couldn’t take much more, as you probably would stroke out or something else that was equally disastrous, but it would be something that would elicit an awkward urgent care visit.

“Satoru…” you whispered, not even needing to finish your sentence.

“One more time, love.  Cum for me.”

The affirmation was all you needed before you gushed all over his face.  His gasp of surprise was cut short as he dove right back in, ignoring the waterworks.  Your entire body shook with the force of your orgasm, sending your hands flying everywhere - into his hair, gripping the mantle, smearing paint all over the wall behind you.

But nothing was enough to ground you as you cut the tether and drifted off into space.  Your body floated, suspended at the force of this orgasm.  You could barely feel Satoru’s warmth between your legs as the buzzing took over your entire body, your skin flaming with pleasure as you feebly grinded on his tongue.

Your pussy throbbed, achingly swollen at the multiple orgasms Satoru had guided you to.  As this last one ebbed, he wrapped his arms tenderly around you, lifting you from the throne he had placed you on.  He planted kisses on your head, on your forehead, on your cheeks as he carried you bridal style across the room, then gently plopped down on the ground.

You remained nestled between his legs, your fingers intertwined as you sat together, relishing in the closeness of each other.  His mind-numbingly warm skin was pressed against yours, sending sparks firing off all across your body.  After a few more moments of blissful silence, Satoru cleared his throat.

“Are you ready for the grand reveal?”  His smile broke through the phrase like a sunbeam.  You nodded, not feeling like using your voice.  His dexterous fingers hooked under the blindfold as you shut your eyes tight, not wanting to hurt your eyes by immediately exposing them to the light.

After a few more moments, your eyes creaked open, blinking to clear away the crusty remains of tears and to focus on the sight that presented itself to you.  The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the world cast into an eerie twilight that was simply magical.  It was the perfect lighting to behold the mural that you created in your living room.

Streaks of paint covered the walls, most of them completely indiscernible as to what part of the body they were made by, except for a few, such as your ass prints and the plumpness of your breasts.  Heat rose to your cheeks at the sight of such an abstract portrayal of art, and how breathtakingly beautiful it was.  You sunk further into Satoru, insanely grateful at his stupid antics and what they spiraled into.

“I guess I have to restart my paint job, huh?” you nudged him with your elbow, the gooey, sweaty skin sticking together.  You tilted your head up, observing his reaction.  Satoru furrowed his brows, his hair falling into his face in green clumps.

“I don’t know…” he trailed off, flashing an award-winning smile.  “I kinda like it!”

He was right.  The messy pieces of your love were growing on you as you studied them further.  It was pure art, pure passion, splayed across the walls of your home.  The handprints, clinging to nothingness in the hopes of being steadied.  The smears, results of loving and pleasurable thrusts.  The asscheeks, of course, the lovers who facilitated the beautiful creation.

A calm settled on you like nothing you had ever felt before.  A sense of security folded in around you as you lay in your lover’s arms, proudly surveying what you had made together.  You closed your eyes in bliss, relishing in the warmth and peace.

Wait…

Your heart fell to your ass at an intrusive, yet irrevocably important fact.  Eyes widening, you shot up, ignoring the chills that spread throughout your body in the absence of Satoru’s warm skin pressed against you.

“Shit!” you gasped, the detail that you had glossed over for the entire afternoon expanding to take up the entirety of your mind.  “Kento’ll be here in an hour.”

Satoru laughed at your scrambling to pick up your clothes and throw them in a basket, trying your best to tidy up the living room.  You put the paint together in a neat fashion; you smoothed the tarp, ignoring the imprints of your bodies and the paint smears that littered it; you also did your best to avert your gaze from the numerous pools of cum that were scattered across the floor.  Your eyes widened in horror at the thing that you were just marveling at - the one thing you couldn’t hide from your best friend.

The living room walls, like a subdued pornographic mural, stared back at you.  The tarp crackled as your lover stood.  You looked at Satoru, your eyes big as saucers.  He smiled gently, taking your hands in his and pulling you closer to him, placing them on his chest.  

“There’s nothing we can do to fix it, so let’s just get cleaned up, alright?”  His arms wrapped around you, snuggling you to his chest.  You sighed, turning your head to the side to hear his heart thumping.  He planted a kiss on the top of your head.

“Okay,” you murmured, then peered up at him with a devilish grin, “but only if you join me.”

“That was implied!”

Once you had gone for another round and managed to scrape the paint off of your bodies, you were ready for the dinner that Kento was bringing.  Earlier that day, he had offered to bring you food to celebrate the end of the first day of home renovation - which you eagerly accepted.  Pizza was easy to clean up, and a viable way to recharge, so that was an easy decision to make.

A knock on the door sounded as soon as you were making your way down the stairs.  Satoru took off in a sprint, reaching the front door in just a few strides.  He threw it open, spreading his arms wide for a hug.  You hung back, trying to avert your gaze from your living room mural.

“Nanamin!” he yelled, embracing his friend despite the boxes of pizzas he was carrying.  Kento’s eyes narrowed as he struggled to keep his balance at Satoru’s enthused greeting.

“Careful, Gojo!” the tall man growled, pushing Satoru away to keep the boxes from tumbling all across your porch.  You laughed at their interaction, catching up to them and taking the boxes from Kento.

“How are you?” he asked, silently thanking you for taking his burden, but ignoring the fact that you left him with a bigger one instead.  A playful smile toyed with your lips as a strand of wet hair fell into your face.

“Tired, but glad to have one day down,” you admitted, turning and leading the way to the kitchen.  Satoru tsked as you set down the boxes of pizza on the kitchen table.  You whirled around to face him, setting your hands on your hips.

“Now, darling,” he began, voice chiding, as if speaking to a child, “you know you aren’t supposed to eat in the kitchen until the renovations are finished.”

Your heart fell into your stomach when you saw the expression on Satoru’s face.  He was an absolute menace, looking to antagonize you in any way he could; however, you thought this ploy was geared more towards Kento’s discomfort.  You gritted your teeth and decided to do your best to gear the conversation in a way that you wouldn’t have to expose your deeds.  Blinking innocently, you fixed your mouth into a smile, trying not to look pained.

“What?”

“Yeah,” Kento agreed, walking to the table to grab the boxes of pizza, not knowing that he was playing directly into Satoru’s sick idea of a joke, “I actually heard that’s bad luck.”

You wanted to slap your palm into your forehead.  As smart as Nanami was, he was almost always stroking Gojo’s ego whether he knew it, liked it, or not.  You fired a glance at Satoru, pleading for him to not go through with this antagonizing, but he ignored you.

“Bad luck!” Satoru gasped dramatically, eyes widening as he wiggled his brows at you.  A sigh escaped your lips as you cast him a warning glare instead.  This, also, was a fruitless effort.  Satoru was dead set on torturing his best friend.

“So where the hell are we supposed to eat?” you shot at Satoru, not even bothering to look at him anymore as you shuffled towards the two towering men.  Your grip had tightened, your nails digging into your palms. 

“Uh, I dunno, the living room?”

“Satoru…”  The tone in your voice would make a child cry.  You trotted to the cabinet to scoop up paper plates and napkins to intercept him before he made another move to expose your afternoon.  

“No, I wanna see it!” Nanami insisted, picking up the pizza boxes.  The doors slammed shut behind you as you whirled around, seeing Satoru’s sly glance.  You wanted to wipe the smile off his face.  “Didn’t you say you were gonna paint it today?”

Satoru gently led him to the living room.  You tried to catch up with them, but the tall men had long strides. Your head was screaming for him to stop, but you didn’t want to draw attention to yourself and make matters worse.

“Yes but-“

You were too late; Kento and Satoru had already entered the living room.  The boxes of pizza clattered to the floor as Nanami ripped off his glasses, eyes widening in horror at the sight of your bodies sloppily painted on the wall.

“What in the fuck happened here?!”

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[wosowrites]

Sun Through the Curtains (Alessia Russo x Reader)

warnings: ⚠️SMUT⚠️

prompt: alessia being gentle during time alone with you.

a/n: based off this request here

Sun shone through the curtains of your bedroom, or more like your temporary bedroom. The English’s first World Cup game started that night and the bed you were lying in was a bed in England Headquarters. Your roommate, Alessia Russo, was lying in the bed on the other side of the room. Your roommate… that’s what she was to the outside world. Your relationship wasn’t public and only your families and the lionesses knew. Sarina had only found out after she had figured out the perfect rooming arrangements and had made you both swear to behave if she put you together.

You had promised and had been able to uphold that promise… until now.

She just looked so perfect with her golden blonde hair turning a whole other shimmery shade due to the sun, and your mind could only think "what better than good luck sex?"

So, you threw the covers off of you and gently tiptoed to her bed where you snuck under her duvet and pressed your body against hers, turning yourself into the big spoon a her the little one. Gently, you rubbed your fingers on her thigh, creating little patterns. You kissed her neck gently and then trailed your hand up to her rib cage and then down her front. It was only then did she start to stir and wake up from her sleep.

"Hey beautiful girl," you said to her lightly. "Mhm… no. No get out," she groaned. "Get out or I won’t be able to control myself," Alessia groans, trying to push you away. "Precisely why i’m staying right here," you answered, propping yourself up on your elbow and smiling at her. "Not funny. Move," she said, sitting up in the covers.

The striker was wearing a tank top, underwear, and no bra. Enough said. You looked her up and down and smirked at her. "Come on baby, it’ll be better to get it all out now before the game than getting to the stadium all needy and horny," you said to her with a wink.

Alessia seemed to consider your point and the small smirk that cracked her features gave you the answer to your suggestion. "Yeah?" you asked with a growing smile and a raise of your eyebrows. "Yeah," she smiled, nodding.

Alessia threw to covers off herself completely and went on her knees, slowly moving herself to put one on each side of your body to straddle you. She gently put her hands on the side of your face and looked into your eyes, using her thumb to push away stray hairs. She dips her head and starts kissing you slowly, grinding her hips into your abs and biting your lips softly.

Everything was slow, and calm and that’s exactly what you wanted. Alessia put her hands on your tits and pushed you down to a laid down position, never letting your lips separate. She only broke the kiss to straighten up and look into your eyes as she slipped off the thin grey tank top, leaving her topless and you desperate. You smiled up at her and breathed heavily, biting your bottom lip.

"Like what you see?" she teased you. "Frame it and put it in the louvre," you answered, already short on breath.

You grabbed her face and started kissing her again, arching your back off the mattress in need and letting out a little moan when she slipped both her hands up your abs and all the way up to your tits, grabbing them both and pushing her hips into yours. "Shh, I got you pretty girl," Alessia said softly into your ear.

She sat back up and grabbed the edges of your baggy tee shirt, pulling them up and over your head. She then started softly kissing your collarbone and all the way down to the hem of your underwear. She then slipped her thumbs under the sides, brushing her acrylics against your hip bones.

By this point, every single inch of contact had you aching.

"Sorry baby, didn’t think we’d be doing this for a while so I got my nails done," she said to you, grazing them just above your pussy. "I don’t care, I just need you," you let out, your chest heaving. "I’ll figure it out," she said to you gently.

Alessia pulled down your underwear and abandoned them on the floor, doing the same ti her own. She spread your legs apart and kissed the inside of your thigh before pushing her thumb against your clit, making your back hitch and your head snap backwards.

She picked her pace very precisely, pushing slowly into your clit knowing you hadn’t been touched in a couple weeks. She touched you, left kisses and whispered words of encouragement to you until you came. Your legs shook and your hands were full of the white bedsheets. Alessia crawled her way back up to be placed over you. "You did so well baby," she whispered, kissing the spot behind your ear. You wrapped your arms around her bare torso, digging your short nails into her back ever so lightly and hitching your body up again to hers for more friction.

You took the opportunity to return the favour to your girlfriend, flipping her over and taking your turn at towering over her. You straddle her as she did you, placing your palms on her shoulder blades and working your way down to her hip bones before slowly moving down. You move her legs apart and graze your short nails down her abs before brining your lips to her core.

Making you come had made her slightly wet and so it was a quick job to get her fully soaked. You sucked on her already sensitive clit, making her squeeze her thighs on either side of your face and grab a fistful of your hair, tugging it and pushing her pussy into your face even more.

The second she started getting close, you took away her pleasure to increase it by slipping your index in and pushing her clit at the same time.

The strikers hips went flying off the mattress with a scream, making you chuckle into her legs, the shaking of your body giving her the extra vibration she needed to come. You quickly licked her wetness up and kissed her all the way up her torso, tits, neck, and then lips, kissing her long enough to let her taste herself in your tongue.

"How do you feel darling?" you asked her softly, laying your head on her chest. "Lighter," she exhaled, her chest still heaving. "Good, you ready to beat Haiti?" you asked her, tracing patterns on her stomach.

"How could I not be?" she said to you with a last kiss.

#woso fic #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso #alessia russo #engwnt

[straykeedz]

(credits to who owns the pics, i just found them on pinterest)

okay so i was minding my business on pinterest as i usually do and i stumbled across these and oh, thoughts are being thought… 🙊 that tank top and belt did something to me ngl

!!!minors dni with this!!!

tw: female anatomy; mentions of unprotected sex (hey, don’t.); creampie; daddy kink (oops) spanking; ♡

this is heavily unedited

ok so just imagine - jisung knows you’re backstage and are watching him perform and that lowkey makes him wanna act all teasing, knowing it drives you crazy and just makes you crave him so bad;

post-concert!jisung who just can’t wait to drag you in the first dressing room/washroom available and just bend you over, undo his pants just enough to take his cock out and fuck you - bonus points if it’s in front of a mirror so he can see your face as he pounds into you;

his hands would grip your hips so hard you’re sure he’s gonna leave marks, but you don’t care, it wouldn’t be the first time after all;

and you’d moan, and he wouldn’t even bother to ask you to keep quiet - he wants everyone to hear the sweet sounds you make only for him;

he’d cum inside of you and ask you to “keep it inside baby, all of it. be a good girl and keep my cum inside your pussy until we’re home”

and when you’re home…

your hands would be all over him - you’re so turned on by his outfit, his stage presence, his performance, everything about him, and you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off of him;

“mhhh what’s gotten into you, baby?”;

“not your cock”, you’d pout, running your hands over his chest - that little tank top driving you absolutely feral;

“now we both know that’s a lie” he’d chuckle because fuck, he just dicked you down less than an hour ago;

but it’s not enough;

“what got you so desperate for my cock, angel?”;

“‘m always desperate for your cock” your hands would reach his belt - fingers tracing the outline of the golden heart “but you were so sexy tonight… and this outfit, god”;

he’d smirk, loving to see you so horny;

“you like it?” you’d nod;

“looks so good on you…” fingers still on the leather belt;

“what is it, angel, you like the belt?” he’d joke, but then he’d widen his eyes when he sees you biting your lip, cheeks flustered. “oh, you do.”;

and something inside of him snaps, making him wanna do something you’ve never done before;

“want me to spank you with it, angel?”;

you’d gasp, but nod slowly - that’s what you’ve been thinking of the whole night to be honest;

“fuck, get on the bed, angel. on your tummy.”;

you obey, already feeling a tingling sensation between your legs as you lay flat on the mattress. you’d feel his hand flipping up your dress, sliding it up over the curve of your ass;

then you’d hear him fidgeting with his belt, taking it off, and you wiggle your ass in anticipation. his hand would cup one of your asscheek, squeezing the soft flesh as he bites his lip;

“you want me to spank this pretty little ass, angel?” you whimper, nodding “yeah? you want me to use my belt on you? mark those pretty asscheeks?”;

“please, please”;

“please what?”;

“spank me, daddy”;

and omg-;

ok so imho jisung has a mommy kink. BUT, that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t like to be in charge sometimes, and when he does, he looooves to be called daddy. like i just can 100% picture him getting so flustered and incredibly horny once the word slips out of your mouth;

the first spank would be hesitant and tentative, just testing the waters, yk?;

but then you’d let out a loud moan and he’d be tempted to do it again. and you’d beg him to;

“count them for me, angel.” he’d ask you - only because he loves to see how your voice breaks down because of pleasure;

and he’d be soooo turned on by the cute little red marks on your asscheeks;

and he’d stop spanking you only to run his fingers up and down your clothes pussy just to see if you’re wet and oh, your panties are soaked;

so he’d pull your panties to the side just to feel the wetness coating his fingers;

“mhhh you liked it so much, angel, didn’t you?”;

“yes- so much”, you whimper, fisting the sheets beneath you;

he’d be so hard it’s almost painful now, palming himself over the skinny jeans he’s wearing, but he’d want to pleasure you first;

so he’d ease two fingers inside of you - you’re so wet that they slip in easily, and you moan, turning your head to look at him over your shoulder;

“cum for me like this, angel.”;

and you’d whine, bc “but i want to cum on your cock”, you’d pout;

he chuckles, starting to move his fingers inside of you;

“cum for me and i’ll give you my cock, my angel, i promise.”

ok so idk what this is i just wrote it in one sitting lol

but!!

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[wol-fica]

-ℙ𝕦𝕝𝕔𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕤-

part 1 - part 2 - part 3

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pairings - jennaortega x fem!reader

summary - sweet moment with your favorite girl

warnings - none

an - missed writing for my Rechazame series, so i wanted to bring back our ever favorite personal assistant R

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You groaned, throwing an arm over your face to shield your eyes from the bright sun. 

It was an early morning, birds chirping and dogs barking as the world began to wake up. Thankfully it was Saturday, which meant you didn’t have work and could sleep in as long as you want. 

You rolled onto your side, blinding reaching around in front of you to find the warmth of your girlfriend, only to be met with the dip of a mattress and cold sheets. 

You peeled your eyes open, squinting to see around the sun-filled room. Everything looked normal, bookshelf filled with a multitude of literature, closet open and presenting the pale arrangement of clothes you and your girlfriend owned, and the bathroom door wide open, the sound of someone humming a small tune sneaking out. 

Your body moved, arms pushing you up and out of bed. Once your feet hit the floor, you closed your eyes and took a big stretch, sighing when your back popped pleasently. After you cracked your neck, you moved towards the bathroom in just your boxers and a sports bra, and you were greeted with the smell of vanilla and coconut bodywash wafting through the open door. 

On the edge of the bathtub your girlfriend sat, facing away from you as she shaved her legs. The room was warm and a tad bit humid, clear signs of Jenna taking her routine shower that she does almost every morning. The light from the sun was creating a golden hue on her skin, her features seeming to glow from your perspective.

She wore a white t-shirt, black shorts, and her signature black headphones, nodding her head along to whatever song that was playing in her ears. You stood for a moment, taking in the fact that you could admire here without her knowing. 

After a few more seconds of silent ogling, you moved towards the sink, grabbing your toothbrush and toothpaste to start your day. You scrubbed away the grime and bad breath, rinsing your mouth with a cup of sink water before gurgling it and spitting it out into the basin. 

You glanced towards Jenna, noticing that she still hasn’t turned around or noticed you yet, so with a small smirk of deviancy on your face, you reached and took her jaw in your fingers. She jumped at your touch, brown eyes looking up just in time to catch you leaning in to press your lips to her cheek. 

You kissed her warm skin, inhaling her bodywash with a pleasant sigh. She smelled sweet, and just like how she always smells like. A small giggle escapes her mouth at the feeling of your breath on her skin, causing you to smile. You pulled away, gently caressing her shoulder with your hand as a silent ‘hello’ before you left the bathroom and headed for your closet. 

Not sure of what to wear, you decided on some grey sweats and a plain white tank top. You easily threw each garment on, and was now reaching up to grab some slippers from the top shelf. Unnoticed by you, Jenna walked in and slid under your outstretched arms, wrapping her arms around your waist to gain your attention.

You looked down, catching her looking at you fondly before she stood up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to yours. You responded immediately, hands dropping down to cup her face. Your thumbs rubbed on her soft skin, pulling her closer and letting yourself melt into her hold. She tasted delicious, her cherry chapstick soothing your own dry lips from just waking up. 

“G’mornin’.” You mumbled, giving her lips and forehead a peck before reaching up for the slippers, “Did you sleep well?”

“Mhm, I did.” She replied, letting go of your waist so she could take her slippers from you, “Did you?”

“Yeah, I think I fell asleep on top of you.” You said, sliding the comfy shoes on your feet.

“You did, we never finished that movie because of it.” Jenna giggled, sliding to stand in between your open knees, “It’s fine though, I got to cuddle you.”

You snorted, leaning back up to meet her eyes. She was already staring at you, her hands coming up to cup your cheeks. You leaned into her palm with a sigh, letting your eyes close at the feeling of her soft touch. She cooed at you, choosing to thread her fingers into your hair to detangle its morning mess. 

Her nails scratched at your scalp, massaging and relaxing you quite quickly. She expertly removed all the knots from your hair, knowing the tricks on detangling your fluffy locks. Once she finished, you wrapped your arms around her waist, pulling her in to you.

Your face buried in her stomach, practically purring at the warmth she provided. She cradled your head, leaning down to kiss your ruffled hair. You sighed in contentment, happy that she was here and holding you.

“Do you want breakfast?” You asked, leaning your head back to look at her, “I can make you something.”

She mumbled a ‘yes please’ but didn’t let go of you, instead pulling herself into your lap so she could rest her head on your shoulder.

“Baby, you gotta let me go so I can go cook.” You chuckled, holding her thighs.

“No.” She said, burrowing herself further into your shirt.

You smiled, patting her butt lightly before standing up with her in your arms. She wrapped her legs around your waist, tightening her hold on your neck before you took a step. Your hands slid under her thighs, giving her some extra support to hang onto you while you walked to the kitchen.

“Okay beautiful.” You said, setting her down on the counter, “What do you want to eat?”

“Pancakes.” Jenna stated, swinging her feet while she stared at you lovingly.

“Pancakes.” You repeated, leaning in to give her a quick kiss before getting to work on making the requested dish.

You moved swiftly, pulling all the ingredients together and creating the batter in less than ten minutes. Soon, the pancakes were cooked and crisped to perfection, looking quite fluffy on the plate when you handed to Jenna.

“For the girl that looks so gorgeous on this fine evening.” You said cheekily, sliding the plate towards her and leaning in to nuzzle her cheek with your nose.

She laughed, taking the plate whilst blushing heavily. Carefully, she stabbed it with her fork and ate a piece, sighing in satisfaction at the sweet taste on her tongue.

“It’s delicious baby.” She praised, taking another bite, “So yummy.”

You internally high-fived yourself for being such a damn good cook for your girlfriend. She always loved what you created in the kitchen, and you loved having the label of the masc bisexual housewife; it just felt right to you.

“Here, eat.” Jenna said, holding up her fork to you.

You complied, opening your mouth so she could feed you. The pancake was perfect, fluffy and sweet with just the right amount of chocolate chips.

You really outdid yourself.

“Mmmm.” You nodded, happy with the salivating taste, “That’s good.”

“It’s cause my beautiful girl made it.” Jenna cooed, reaching out to pinch your cheeks.

You flushed red, shaking your head at her comment. She just laughed at you, hiding her smile with her hand while she did. You grinned, pressing a kiss to her cheek before leaving little pecks all over her face. It felt perfect, just you and her giggling as the sun rose on your love.

Just how Jenna wanted it to be.

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[luveline]

hi! i was wondering, how did eddie *formally* ask reader to be his girlfriend, would he ask roan first?! do you think you could write eddie asking reader out to be officially together?! thank you and i love your work<3

hi!!! let's pretend it goes like this, thank you!! fem!reader

Eddie's curls look really nice today. Sleek and springy, they do a little bounce as he turns to you and offers you a small smile.

"What?" he asks expectantly.

You're waiting to go into the Hawk movie theatre. It's warm and the line is super long. You and Eddie stand somewhere in the middle in light clothing, the sun kissing him all over and turning his pale skin golden.

"Do you think they'll open the doors soon?" you ask quietly. It's the kind of day where you don't feel like you have to be anyone but yourself, no matter how quiet that might leave you.

Eddie nudges you gently with his elbow. "Getting bored?"

"So bored," you agree, wry. You can't bite back a smile as you step a little closer to him, eyes on a long curl at his shoulder.

"Nah, I think they're gonna start letting people in soon. Stick it out. It'll be worth your while." He pretends to yawn and throw his arm over your shoulder.

"I bet." You mean it.

There a lapsing silence. You're not sure if it's awkward or not. It doesn't feel awkward for you; you could spend hours alone with Eddie now and never feel bored, he's that kind of perfect. His freckles and fanaticism, his ever-present wit.

You decide to give yourself what you want and reach for the curl you'd been eyeing up to wrap it around your finger. You're thrilled when it fits, like he'd slept with it coiled around your finger specifically. It's so stupid to think, so silly and ardently affectionate that you cringe at yourself.

"I fucking love your smile," Eddie says.

You let the curl spring free. It's impossible to stop smiling now he's said it. "My smile?" Your smile is more of a grimace, usually.

"Yeah. Best smile this side of the Atlantic."

"And the other side?"

He taps under your chin swiftly. You deign to lift your gaze and meet his eyes, honey browns edged in a thicket of straight, dark lashes.

"Best get over there before I answer," he says.

Eddie looks suddenly and acutely more handsome than he's ever looked before. He's pink with it, your affection, skin glowing and soft, hair perfect and pretty. A long chain dissapears into the loose neck of his tank top. Your eyes search all over him and can't find a single imperfection. Not the scar on his left bicep, not his callused hands.

"Oh, god. I really like you," you confess.

You'd be embarrassed if you thought Eddie cared. He hadn't been weirded out when you asked him on a first date, Roan in his arms with her tearstained cheeks. He hadn't cared when you'd kissed her tiny cut up knees at the supermarket, or when you'd said, Hi, handsome, on your very first date. You keep worrying about being too much and Eddie keeps showing you that you're not.

He doesn't let you down. "I like you more. Fuck, you can't let me have one, can you?"

"Have what?" you ask, laughing.

"One of our firsts!"

"Eddie Munson, what the fuck? Did you get bodysnatched by a teenage girl? Why do you care about firsts?"

He glares at you. Then, sudden, you can practically see the light bulb of an epiphany behind his eyes.

"Be my girlfriend."

Pleasure fills your chest, a dizzying static. You don't gawp, though you easily could, you only smile your awful, stupid, terrible smile — that he fucking loves by the way — and try not to laugh. You're so happy you can't keep it down, giggles bubbling up in waves.

"Yeah, okay," you say. It's more casual than you feel.

His shoulders relax in relief. "Yeah?"

You weave your fingers into the softest curls behind his neck and tap his jaw with your index finger. Eddie's quick to put a hand behind your back and tug you inward. The rose-tint surrounding him gets worse by the second.

"Is that enough firsts for you?" you ask softly. "Or do you want another one?"

He understands quickly what you're asking for, dipping down to share your very first kiss. You've kissed his cheek once or twice and you think he might've kissed your head one time during a short hug, but this is a real kiss.

His lips are soft. You feel him and nothing else, world tunneled into his hands where they pull up your back, almost like he's trying to drag you in closer, and the sigh that he makes as he does. You tentatively, so tentatively, part your lips. The slightest gap.

Eddie pulls away to wade in from a new angle, his own lips now parted in turn. You can't breathe right as you meld against him, hand closing much more roughly than you mean to around his neck and suffocating his poor curls.

He pulls away after a few seconds, seemingly assessing your expression.

"Sorry," you say sincerely, pulling your hand from behind his neck.

He closes his hand, rubs your cheek with the backs of his fingers, fingernails smooth over the slope of your cheek. It's a featherlight touch. You've never been touched this delicately.

"You're sure?" he asks.

Vigorous, vehement nodding. "One hundred percent sure."

He presses his lips together, an obvious excitement. "God, Roan's gonna blow a gasket."

You both laugh and fall into one another. Crazy, how your head fits into the curve of his neck as perfectly as it does.

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roan only guest stars but there's more eddie and roan here if ur interested in this single dad eddie

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